#i just know it was angry teenage boys spreading the rumors

[smaptain-smerica]

Beauty School Dropout - Part I

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Female!Reader

Summary: When Bradley is called back to Top Gun, he is reunited with a long lost friend from high school. Through their strenuous time leading up to the mission, the two friends relationship becomes complicated by external forces.

Warnings: cursing/foul language

Masterlist

Y/n had heard rumors of what Junior year of high school would be like. It’s the hardest year of high school with the asshole teachers that did everything in their power to make things harder. Congratulations, you’ve moved on from being an underclassmen but still can’t get in with the Seniors or win the favors of faculty. Junior year was a time to just coast in life and pray to whatever you believed in that you passed your classes.

Headphones were an essential part of her regime. They were a tool used to block out any unwanted interactions. Y/n wouldn’t consider anyone her friend, but also wouldn’t consider anybody to be her enemy. In every class she seemed to find something to talk about with at least one person. That’s where the conversations ended thought unfortunately. Lunch wasn’t any better, she usually spend it by herself. She didn’t mind though, gave her plenty of time to read, write, research, it was her downtime. She needed it with all the school work assigned.

80’s music was her favorite. Rock, pop, blues, she loved it all, but her favorite was rock. She told herself one day she would build a Time Machine and spend her days wasting away at a Mötley Crüe or Ozzy Osborne concert. So, when a stranger rounded the corner and spilt an obnoxiously thick protein shake all over her white Guns and Roses tour shirt, she was pissed.

“Dude what the hell?” She growled at the mysterious boy, taking the headphones off of her ear and giving him an angry look. The boy looked shocked, scared even, at the realization of what he had just done.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” His hands hesitated, like he wanted to help me wipe it up but changed his mind because it was covering her breasts.

“Wait, here.” The boy frantically brought his backpack to the front of his body and opened the large zipper. He pulled out a Van Halen t-shirt and handed it over to y/n, nerves still written on his face. Y/n raised an eyebrow at his quizzically.

The boy pursed his lips together and widened his eyes, as though he was thinking about what to say. “It’s clean! I promise. I was going to use it for gym but- it’s yours.”

A small smirk grew across y/n’s face as she took the shirt from the boys hands. “It’s the least you could do.” She teased him.

His lips let escape a breath of relief. He stood there awkwardly for a moment before holding out his hand. “I’m Bradley. Bradshaw.”

“Bradley Bradshaw, you sure that’s not made up?”

“I’d show you my birth certificate but that’s not something I carry with me.”

The two teenagers shared in mischievous smirks before y/n finally closed the gap between their hands. He was alright, he had a cute face. A few scars on his chin and cheekbones that peaked her curiosity. On a normal day, she assumed this would be the last time she talked to this boy. What’s the harm in being friendly?

“Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Y/n pursed her lips together and nodded to dismiss herself from the conversation. She took a step around Bradley to pass him by his left shoulder when he grabbed her arm and spun her around.

“Actually while I have you here, could you help me find room 143? It’s the least you could do since, you know, I gave you my shirt.”

“Oh, the least I could do?”

“Hey, that’s a quality shirt.” He challenged, a slow smile spreading across his face. On a normal day, this conversation would have annoyed her. This time it was different, his demeanor was non threatening, playful. She could hear his sarcastic tone and liked that he wasn’t afraid to test the limits with a stranger.

“East wing, second hallway. If you see the library, you've gone too far.”

Bradley stuck out both his thumbs as he started backing away from where y/n stood in the hallway. “You’re the best, y/n.” He announced, loud enough for a spike of embarrassment to stab her in the stomach. She rolled her eyes and turned on heel, quickly making her way to the bathroom to change.

Y/n sat at her usual spot in the lunch room, a table in the back left. Close enough to the group next to her to look like she wasn’t alone but far enough away that she didn’t have to associate. Y/n was browsing through her many pamphlets of colleges near, far, and in between.

A heavy thud distracted her from her work. Slowly, she reached for her ear and removed a headphone, looking up at a familiar face from earlier this morning. He obnoxiously snapped a carrot in his mouth and began chewing, a smirk on his face.

“What are you doing?” Y/n asked confused.

“You know, I really like that shirt. Where’d you get it?” He asked, tossing the rest of the carrot from the school lunch tray into his mouth.

Y/n scrunched up her face sarcastically before she spoke. “Aw, thanks. I think I got it at Big Dumb Idiot. You’ve probably never heard of it, it’s a small shop.”

“Ooo, ouch!” Bradley laughed, shaking his head.

“Why are you sitting by me?” Y/n asked, wanting to know more about what was going through this mystery guy’s head.

“Well you were alone, and I have nobody else to sit with. Thought you could use the company.”

“I’m alone by choice.” Y/n tried to argue.

“Well not anymore.” Bradley had this smile on him. A certain smile that was mischievous and gracious all wrapped into one. It made his eyes squint up and his lips go thin. It was cute if you could get past the annoying tone of voice.

He snapped off another piece of carrot, chewing it and leaning over to look at y/n’s spread of pamphlets. This caused y/n to lean the opposite way, despising the sounds of chewing in her ear.

“Whatcha looking at?” He asked.

“Colleges.” Y/n replied simply.

Bradley leaned further into the table to look at the pamphlets.

“UCLA Dermatology Program. Sounds fancy, what is it?” He asked.

Y/n couldn’t shake how weird he was being. He certainly was a character, very odd. But he didn’t seem to care about what others felt about him. Being reserved most of her life, y/n often found extroverted people to be exhausting. However, This one was different somehow.

“Dermatology?” Y/n asked to confirm. He nodded, awaiting her answer.

“It’s basically a skin doctor. Someone you go to if you have a lot of acne.”

“So like a beauty doctor?”

Y/n was about to defend herself until she thought about it more. “Yeah, I guess so. You can make a lot of money doing it so,”

Bradley nodded, returning to his food on his plate which was already half gone. Man, this kid could eat.

“I’m gonna be in the military. Naval Aviator. Just like my dad.”

Y/n’s lips pursed together in an attempt to keep a serious face. Which, ultimately, failed.

“It couldn’t have been something I could make fun of?” She pouted. This caused a hearty laugh from Bradley.

“I’m sorry, you’re right.” Bradley tapped his fingers on the table in thought before he clearly got an idea. “I actually want to be a professional tap dancer.”

“There we go.” The two shared in a laugh together. She found herself enjoying her time around him more and more.

“Naval aviator, that’s a pilot, right? Airplanes?”

Bradley hummed a confirmation.

“They get call-sign’s right? Like they’re given to them? What is your dads?” She asked. It was a conversation she was actually eager to have. She felt like she never sat down and talked with someone going into a specific division of the military. The most she ever talked to was ROTC kids.

There was a shift in his facial expression and a hesitation before he answered the questions.

“His call-sign was Goose.”

Y/n took note of the ‘was’ in his sentence. His mischievous smile turned into more of a fake one, one that someone would put on to pretend they were okay. She could tell this one was different. His eyes didn’t scrunch up like they did with the other one.

Biting the inside of her cheek, y/n cursed herself for bringing it up. Of course this would happen. She would somehow find the one horrible thing that happened in his life and bring it up unknowingly in conversation.

The minutes flew by while talking to Bradley and it was already time for the next period. It was time for Chemistry.

Y/n had gotten to class rather early, choosing a seat in the back of the classroom next to a window. She loved to look out and imagine herself anywhere else in the world rather than stuck in this concrete prison.

The thoughts of her demise were sucked back to reality when there was a large movement from the chair in front of her. She raised her eyebrows while looking at the face of Bradley.

“Why are you everywhere.” She asked exasperated.

“You’re lucky I like watching your eyebrows furrow in frustration.” Bradley hummed, opening his backpack and rummaging through it. Y/n self-consciously brought her hand up to her face, feeling the crease in her brow.

“Hey do you have a pencil I could borrow?” Bradley asked. Y/n rolled her eyes but stuck her hand into her bag and pulled out a pack.

“Don’t you have anybody else to sit with?” She asked, handing the pencil in his direction. Bradley took it from her, examining it and then pumping the end to get lead out.

“None that would be as miserable as you if I sat with them.” He put on a charming smile before turning around to face the front of the class when the teacher arrived. Y/n couldn’t help but smile, sinking down in her chair a little bit. It felt good to have someone want to be around her for more than a class period. But she knew better than to get her hopes up.

Y/n and Bradley were still getting used to being in each others company. Despite y/n’s avid complaints about him sitting with her, she never asked him to leave. He never pushed the boundaries either, he knew what she would do and how she would act if she actually wanted to talk to him. Maybe, that was why he took so much interest in her initiating the conversation.

“So call-signs,” she began to ask. “Do you make them up or are they given to you?”

“They stick with you more if you don’t come up with them. Even if you do, that doesn’t mean it won’t get changed. In the end I guess it’s what everyone wants to call you instead of what you want to call yourself.” Bradley explained simply.

“That doesn’t seem fair.” Y/n pouted slightly.

“I’ll be sure to tell the founder of the Navy." Bradley hummed a chuckle while shoveling another bite of food into his mouth.

Y/n looked at him with a whisper of a smile on her face. Bradley widened his eyes "Oh no. What are you thinking?"

"What if I gave you a call-sign?" Y/n smirked,

"You? Really?" Bradley asked, tilting his head.

"Who better than someone you forced to be friends with you?" She asked sweetly, intending to make a jab at him.

Bradley covered his heart with his hand and smiled a little at her, as though he was shocked that she would say that. "First, ouch. Second, go ahead."

Y/n looked at Bradley with serious focus, biting her lower lip in concentration. "Protein shake."

Bradley pursed his lips together and shook his head.

"Asshat."

"No cuss words, Y/n." Bradley scolded.

“Scarface?"

Bradley stopped to consider it for a moment before shaking his head. "Oh come on I thought you weren't supposed to pick!" Y/n protested.

Bradley laughed and shook his head at his friend. "I know what yours is going to be."

Y/n quirked an eyebrow at his suspiciously. "I am not going to be in the Navy."

"Doesn't mean I can't give you a nickname."

Air blew into Y/n's cheeks and then she released it dramatically. "Alright. Hit me."

"Vanity."

“Vanity?” Y/n asked suspiciously.

“Yeah, cause you’re going to beauty school.” Bradley put plainly.

“Oh my- dermatology school B!”

“What’s the difference!” He threw his hands up in defense.

Y/n picked up her plastic spoon an scooped a few peas onto it. When Bradley wasn’t paying attention, she pulled the plastic back and shot them at his face. He jumped when the small vegetables hit his face and he looked over at y/n with a serious expression. Slowly, the two grew smiles on their faces and broke out into heavy laughter.

Y/n and Bradley quickly grew close in the next few months. The type of friendship that made other people question whether or not the two of them were dating but the thought disgusted both of them. So close, in fact, that y/n's mother welcomed him into her house even when y/n wasn't yet home. Her dad loved him, they would talk about cars non stop and even work on Bradley's ford Bronco together since he had apparently moved in just a couple houses down. Y/n thought that their relationship was odd, but she also knew that he hadn't had a father figure in his life in such a long time. It was the least she could do to share.

When Y/n arrived back at home, she saw her parents sitting on the couch in the living room. "Hey guys." She announced her presence.

"Hey! How was the date?" Her mom asked, looking over at her with a soft smile. "Bradley's upstairs in your room." Her dad added, knowing she would want to avoid conversations about boys with her mom.

“Well, there definitely won’t be a second one.” Y/n responded in a light hearted tone as she went up the stairs. Her room was the first door on the right. As she entered, she saw the familiar face of her best friend sitting there. He gave her a wide smile, patting the empty space next to him.

“What leftovers did you bring me?” Bradley asked. Y/n flopped down dramatically next to him and handed over the to-go food box she had held on to.

“French fries and a half eaten cheeseburger.”

“Man I love half eaten cheeseburgers!” Bradley raved sarcastically as he opened the box and began to chow down on the French fries.

“So, how was your date with Marcus the senior?” Bradley asked. Y/n rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

“It was fine I guess. First, he didn’t even hold the door open for me and then said some shit about it being a test to see if I was ‘one of those independent women.’ " Y/n explained, clear distain laced in her tone.

Bradley sat up straighter in bed. "He did not." He said flabbergasted, french fries stuffed in his cheeks.

"Oh yes he did." Y/n went on. "The rest of the date was fine, we made good conversation but he would not chew with his mouth closed. I mean it was like a horse! It took everything in me not to find the nearest stapler and snap his mouth shut."

While eating on the other half of the burger Y/n didn't finish, Bradley smirked, his mouth full of food. He leaned over to Y/n and got right up next to her ear, smacking his food as loudly as possible. Y/n frowned, giving Bradley a good punch to the shoulder, causing him to toss his head back in laughter.

"Shut up, Bradley! It is not funny! I didn't even get dessert!" Y/n protested, flopping back on the bed dramatically.

Bradley did the opposite of her, he sat up, face blanketed in a serious expression. "You didn't get dessert?" He asked as though the question determined his life.

"No, I just said that you goof."

"You always get dessert! Everywhere you go!"

"I know!" Y/n threw her arms into the air dramatically and looked over at her friend. "That's how you know it was a bad date."

Disregarding the leftover food, Bradley hauled himself up from the bed and grabbed Y/n by the arms, physically dragging her out of the bed despite her groans of protest. "Mrs. L/n! We need ice cream! It's an emergency!" He yelled down the stairs.

"We ran out yesterday!" Y/n's mom responded as the two came tumbling down the stairs.

“Shit!” Bradley exclaimed, grabbing y/n’s keys off the counter and her hand then running out the door and dragging y/n behind her.

They got in the car, Bradley driving, and left the subdivision where they lived and headed towards the nearest store that had ice cream. He bought her a pint of her favorite, getting himself something as well. The pair went back to her car, leaning the front seats all the way back and opening up the sunroof so they could look up at the sky. The two talked about little things. Little, unimportant things that somehow made up the entire conversation. Learning the small little nooks and crannies of each others minds.

“Have you asked out that girl yet?” Y/n asked, taking a large scoop into her mouth. Bradley huffed out air in response to the question.

“No. I haven’t. When will you let that go?”

“Never! She likes you! I heard it myself in the locker room. A real life girl likes you!” Y/n was now sitting up, grabbing Bradley by the arm and shaking him violently.

“Have you stopped to think maybe I don’t like her?” Bradley asked, raising both his eyebrows defiantly.

The largest smirk grew across y/n’s face as she slowly brought her hands up and tucked them under her armpits. She began to make bawking noises that progressively got louder.

Bradley demanded that she stopped. Embarrassed, but he couldn’t help but smile.

“Chicken! You’re chicken!” Y/n challenged. “Oh my gosh, that’s your call-sign!”

“Absolutely not!”

Y/n brought a hand up to her chin and stroked it gently in thought.

“Cock?”

“No! Grown men will not be calling me Cock!” Bradley shouted.

“Rooster?” Y/n asked, letting out one final, loud, chicken squawk.

Bradley grumbled to himself, pulling out a crumbled up piece of paper. He looked over at y/n angrily while straightening out the paper.

“When did you get her phone number?” Y/n asked.

“Sixth period.”

“So you do like her.” Y/n smirked and folded her arms across her chest. Satisfied that she was right.

“I’m sorry, I forgot you’re always right.” Sarcasm dripped from Bradley’s voice heavily.

“You’re damn right, Rooster.” Y/n smirked.

Bradley looked over at her and returned the smirk she had on her face.

“Whatever, Vanity.”

Next Part

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[asadenjis]

i have a lot of thoughts about asa and denji’s relationship that i wanna summarize onto.. i really wanna explain why i adore their dynamic so much.. i know so many others have written these reasons but i just love talking about them so much.

they are practically mirrors of each other. the one thing i adore about part one and what we’ve seen of part two is their lives are vastly different, yet also very similar. denji never had any of that maternal love that asa had grown adjusted to from a young age. yet, when he becomes a teen, he eventually gets to experience the comfort and affection of having a family. at that same age where denji finally receives the comfort he’s always yearned for, asa has lost that connection, maybe even a little before if we’ll be technical.

asa also seems to resemble a lot of core people in denji’s life, mostly good. denji wants a companion, as do most teenage boys do but he’s been sheltered for so long before he was even discovered and taken in. asa yearns for that too, but we see how her bitterness clouds that. we don’t really realize until both yuko and denji becoming closer with her that that she wants to be able to form a bond with someone. even with her death and revival, we see it.

i can certainly say that i see every aspect of being a teenager in both of them. despite denji experiencing love and crushes numerous times before asa’s introduction, it was a sort of unobtainable kind. my best comparison is it reminds me of the first few relationships i had, pretty short, fleeting, it’s clouded by bliss and romance. the tragic infatuation denji had with reze and her with him was short lived. i also liked denji x reze but it served its purpose and i can understand peoples hopes of her potentially appearing again one day.

i think perhaps its just my lesbian ass projecting too but you can see remnants of the same situation with asa and yuko. albeit it’s not canon and it was just a friendship, but it’s so similar. the way yuko cared for asa and how asa cared for yuko reminded me of the bomb devil arc, though not necessarily with the same romantic tones or the severity of the betrayal. also, the same way reze is killed and yuko is killed is similar. whoever is impersonating denji killed yuko as well, similar to makima.

we already know that denji is desperate for a girlfriend, so achingly and painfully obsessed with the idea of having a girl of his own. so much so that he can’t reject asa, the local weirdo of the school who’s likely had a few rumors spread with her name strewn into them. yoru’s presence makes it a pain and asa is also desperate for a solution to live her life freely. so much so to the point where she’s willing to risk his life for it. it’s selfish, but at that age that’s a guaranteed trait. it’s her life on the line after all.

also, not to discredit denji or any of his thoughts, but coming from the boy who thought for a good minute or two if he smelled and if that’s why asa doesn’t like him vs asa spending her free time angry thinking denji didn’t like her enough is… comedic to say the least. asa thinks so deeply and is very expressive about it, whereas when we see denji lost in thought he’s got the same damn mouth hung open expression.

ehh i got too lazy and wrote this im probably not gonna finish…

#asaden #csm

[aevyndzn]

Vainglory

Chapter 1: Before

Word Count: 1900 Fandom: Villains Series - V. E. Schwab Characters: Victor Vale, Victor Vale's Parents Warning/content: Alternate canon, young Victor Vale Summary: What was Victor like as a teenager? Before everything became ruined? Before he became the villain?

A/N: I just wanted to see what Victor would be like as a teenager :)

At 15 years old, Victor had just gotten in his first fight. He sat in the hallway to the right of the office door, waiting for whatever negotiation was happening behind closed doors to end. He rubbed the bruised side of his jaw, trying to stretch out the soreness in his mouth. A boy of similar age sat to the left of the office, about a body’s width away, sending wary glances in his direction. Victor forgot what his name was…James? Jake? Something starting with a J… maybe. He was feeling usually impatient, the urge to walk off was beginning to feel very appealing.

He looked straight at the boy, resting his head in his hand, amused by how his classmate fidgeted on his chair. He tapped his feet on the carpeted floor to stave off the growing boredom, studying the boy with little interest. Jack was it? Whatever it was, he finally noticed Victor’s stare and shifted in his seat.

Victor tilted his head slightly to the side and continued staring straight into him.

The boy looked angry as his brows furrowed, he moved his shoulders and knees until they were angled in. He finally spoke up. “Stop that.” 

Victor blinked. “Stop what?”

Annoyance flitted over the boy’s face, cheeks reddening. “Staring at me like a fucking weirdo? What’s wrong with you anyway? First, you spread rumors about me that weren't even true and then lied about everything? Now you got me in trouble for punching you 'cause God knows how much you deserve it with your stuck-up attitude.”

“Why are you accusing me of spreading false rumors? It’s been proven true and everyone saw you walking me to the back of the school didn’t they?” 

The boy's mouth gaped open, seeming to want to cuss him out but the sound died in his throat.

The door finally opened, a rush of air carrying the sound of polite laughter and empty promises. The Vale's in their designer clothes smiled graciously, accepting apologies from the other set of parents. Victor released a small exhale, taking it as his cue to stand up beside his parents. His dad put his hands on Victor's back and pushed him forward until he could take a good look at the boy’s parents. Their smiles looked strained like they were trying their best to be so painfully nice. He hated how fake people could be.

“Well, I guess that concludes the little scuffle we had, why don't you two shake hands on it?" The principal stood behind the door frame, feigning cheerfulness. He quickly gestured for the boys to make up for their fight. Victor shrugged, bringing his arm up and holding out his hand. The boy begrudgingly took it, his hand squeezing hard. “Now Jason–” Oh, it was Jason. Names were hard to remember, “–as you know we have a no-tolerance policy on assault against other students, but Mr. and Mrs. Vale have been very generous with your sentence, and even Victor agreed that you would only need to be suspended for a week. This won’t be put on your school records at all. I'm sure you both have learned your lesson since this is only the first infraction but I expect you to carry on as better individuals, understand?”

A few other pleasantries were exchanged soon after, some of which made Victor want to roll his eyes, puke, or do both. Jason just refused to look at him, his face clouded with anger. It was fine, he supposed, at least he got to know what a real punch felt like (not good). His dad made a joke about the boy reading their self-help book which earned the adults a few chuckles and soon Victor was pulled away from the awkward setting and into the school parking lot.

...

Strips of road blurred underneath him, the ride home being suspiciously quiet. Victor kept his arm propped up on the window ledge of the car door, his head resting on his hand as the constant bumps and turns shook his vision. He didn't feel satisfied, not yet exactly. He had only wanted to cause a little drama for the boring excuse of a school, it was supposed to be something small anyway, he didn’t mean to get roped into it too or get anybody in trouble. It wasn’t as bad as he thought though, Jason was one of those kids on a scholarship, someone no one would care to sympathize with. He was a natural troublemaker, after all, there were already rumors that he used to steal things from people, although that was never proven. But it proved to work because his classmates often kept a wide berth away from him. Not that Victor had anything to do with it.

He’d only wanted to see how rumors could affect someone’s reputation and behavior, it was supposed to be on a small scale, but the rumors he made continued to reverberate throughout the school, students adding more details, entirely making up new ones. It was all traced back to Victor, of course, Jason wanted to confront him over the rumors behind the school building after classes ended, and when Victor promptly denied any association with it, he got hit.

If he had been more careful, he could've avoided that interaction. Next time he would be smarter, at least he could twist the incident in his favor. He wondered what his parents were thinking. Were they trying to find words to reprimand him? Simply speechless? He had no clue, the look on their faces was neutral. He hated not knowing what they were feeling, it would be easier to plan what to do or say ahead of time. 

Instead, the silence stretched the whole ride home where his dad had rolled into the driveway and parked. Victor waited for them to open their doors and head into the house but a heavy sigh left his dad’s mouth. He braced for a lecture. “Victor, I know your teenage hormones are making you act out but can you please behave yourself for us? We're about to release the second volume, your mom and I. The media is going to swarm like flies and I don't need you being on the news, okay?”

Victor rolled his eyes.

“You can tell us anything honey," his mom added gently. “We'll always be here for you, you don't have to go through all these confusing emotions alone. I'm sorry that we have been lacking as a family unit, but we aren't the only ones that are trying. You have a responsibility to participate too. We've always loved and supported you and maybe that book we’ve been writing has been pulling our attention away but that doesn't mean we still care.”

Victor drummed his fingers on the ledge, itching to get out. “Can I go?" 

His mom’s shoulders slumped in defeat. 

His dad waved him off with a tired hand. “You can go, we’ll talk about it later.”

...

Victor tapped the eraser side of his pencil on his lips, trying to brainstorm a sentence for his English assignment. His eyes strayed to the forms of his parents on their pristine white couch, the large TV a warble of unintelligible voices. He was about to return to his homework when the flash of Breaking News caught his eyes and he stayed a little longer to see what had happened.

“There’s been a report of a serious car crash…”

“That’s unfortunate,” his dad remarked. “Oh, doesn’t that face look familiar?”

“Wasn’t it about that terrible accident at the church? That poor boy, maybe we should consider adopting him. Tragedy after tragedy…” his mom added. “Maybe we should follow along with his case and write something about it while the media is trending.”

“And branch out into a new genre? Let’s not, we still have a couple more books planned out. We should…”

Victor turned back to his homework, rereading the question again, frustrated that his attention was taken away. The assignment was to work on their creativity and whatnot. Mr. Gall always had a knack for making his students think out of the box, except Victor found all his peers’ out-of-the-box thinking to fall inside the borders. 

If you had a superpower, what would it be? Don’t settle with ordinary ones, be creative!

He thought about it. People always chose mundane ones like flying or invisibility, they were useful in their own ways he supposed. But nothing new came to mind, he wasn’t a very creative person now that he thought about it. Victor circled back to what happened earlier today, he got punched and it didn’t feel very good. Maybe getting healing powers? No, that probably would be put in the ordinary section. What about-

His parents left the couch and his dad came up to him, patting his back with a heavy hand. “Finished with homework yet?” he was acting like he cared about him which irked Victor more than he would've liked.

“Dinner yet? What would you like?” his mom offered. “I have spaghetti leftover from yesterday, or maybe…" 

Victor grumbled and squared his shoulders, hiding the sheet of paper under his arm. Maybe getting rid of people so he could be alone in sweet silence was an idea. That sounded more pessimistic than he needed it to be. Whatever, everything seemed annoying these days, all he wanted to do was turn everything down like the volume dials of a radio. Wouldn't the world be more peaceful this way? 

“Victor,” a stern voice intervened. “Your mom was asking you what you wanted to eat.”

“I don't care," he muttered, chewing on the eraser part of the pencil. “I'm not hungry anyway.” Victor grabbed his binder and papers and headed for his room. He could hear the sighs of his disappointed parents, wondering what they had done wrong to raise such a rebellious son. Nevermind what they thought, he never particularly cared anyway, they never seemed to care about him even if they said so. They’ll be back to nurturing their self-help books as soon as they were done with their obligated parental duties.

Once he was in his room, he spread out the assignment on his table and was back to having his back hunched over the assignment and lamp pointed down at his head. Victor skipped the question and made a mental note to go back later, it was taking too long for him to think about something. Still, it lingered on his mind, rooting itself like a stubborn splinter. He leaned back on his chair, letting the two front legs lift into the air, suspending him in a careful balance. He let himself wander on, closing his eyes to imagine something, anything. 

What would it feel like to be God? Victor never really found interest in religion, but it was funny to think that people could believe in something they couldn’t see. People were so gullible, so easily manipulated, it could be understood that they could be led to believe in a higher power. Life would be so much better if he were a god, able to do anything, make anything, be anything (without consequences either). He leaned forward and scribbled down his answer.

My superpower would be to manipulate matter and minds.

Maybe if superpowers existed, he could have parents that truly loved him, rather than ones that pretended to be.

#victor vale #v e schwab #vicious #villainsduology #villians #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

[sugarpopss]

Chasing Frogs is a Dangerous Thing

Warnings: implied child abuse, semi-explicit child abuse, implied child neglect, swearing

November 9th, 1982

Bo spent the entire bus ride back to Ambrose stewing. 

He was pissed that he and Vincent are stuck on the after-school sports bus with all of the asshole basketball kids, pissed about the detention that he had to stay after school far, which then nessiciated the riding of the sports bus. He was pissed that stupid Marty Waters barely got a scolding for spreading those bullshit rumors, but Bo didn’t even hit him and still got written up for ‘inappropriate language’. He was pissed that his folks were gonna blow a gasket when the school called, if they hadn’t already. 

But he wasn’t scared. 

No, Bo didn’t get scared anymore. He learned to push down that feeling years ago. It felt better to be angry than it does to be scared, and he didn’t have the time to be scared, anyway; not when he’s got shit to do. Not when he’s got brothers to protect-Vincent from the asshole kids at school and Lester from their asshole parents-and homework to finish and yelling to drown out and almost-teenage boy shenanigans to get up to. He was busy, dammit. 

The bus stopped in the middle of Main Street. Bo and Vincent were the last off, lingering behind the rest of the rowdy, whooping middle schoolers. They immediately broke off from the group and started up Main Street. The Sinclair house sat tall and imposing across from the House Of Wax, practically looming over Ambrose. Looming over Bo, at least.

There was no Dad marching down the sidewalk towards them, which Bo took as a good thing. That meant the school hadn’t called yet, or at least if they did, no one picked up the phone. Thank god. He hated it when Dad got angry enough to ‘discipline’ him in public. It didn’t happen often, because people stared and sometimes attempted to intervene, quiet suggestions of “I don’t think you need to grab him around like that, Victor.” and “Boys that age swear sometimes, you shouldn’t get to upset about it, Mr. Sinclair.” 

Dad hated that too, though; people meddling in his family's private business, talking like they know anything about anything at all. Bo hated that, too, but in a different way. He didn’t mind Mrs. Allistor gently telling Dad off in the grocery store, or when last years gym teacher noticed his raw ankles and asked if ‘everything was okay at home’. A small, secret part of him found comfort in it, in the knowledge that there were a few people in town who gave even a fraction of a shit about him. 

It’s the other kids that really made him steam. 

Vincent tapped him on the elbow before he could fall too far down that rabbit hole. He could always tell when Bo is going into that blazing, violent place in his mind. Sometimes he could even pull him out of it. 

Probably 20 yards from the house, something burst out from the woodline, filthy and grinning and running at full speed. 

“HEY!” Lester shouted, sprinting up to his brothers like there was a fire under his ass. He just barely stopped himself from slamming into Vincent, then began to ramble a mile a minute in that way small children love to do. 

“On the bus Andy Beamer asked me if I wanted to go down to the creek with him and I did so we went and we caught frogs and I had this frog in my hand and it jumped out and landed on Andy’s chest and he screamed then it hopped away but I chased it and went over this log but I tried to jump and I fell and I got mud in my mouth and Andy laughed at me but then he had to go home so I came home but I saw these worms and-”

“Lester!” Bo exclaimed, cutting him off. God, he loved him to death but that kid could talk. 

Lester stared at him with huge brown puppy dog eyes. Bo sighed through his nose. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Why?” 

Lester looked at the twins like he hadn’t just told them he’d gone ass over kettle in the creek. Bo looked at Vincent, just to make sure that they were on the same page, but Vincent was zeroed in on Lester's bulging corduroy pocket. Come to think of it, that pocket did seem a bit odd. 

“Are there worms in your pocket?”

“There are!” Lester yelled, ratcheting up the volume again. “That’s what I wanted to tell you guys! I found these cool worms in the woods!” 

Lester plunged his hand into his pocket and pulled out a handful of squirming, wriggling tan worms. Bo thought they just looked like regular old earthworms, probably washed up by the recent bout of rain. One look at Lesters excited grin, though, and he couldn’t stop himself from playing along. 

“Those are cool, Les. You found ‘em in the woods?” Lester was always finding things in the woods, bones and bugs and snakes and old coke bottles. 

“I did! They look like earthworms but I don’t think they are! Guess why? Because I found them all huddled together! Isn’t that weird?” 

“It is.” Bo found himself leaning closer to look at the worms, and saw Vincent doing the same in his peripheral vision. Lester’s excitement was contagious.

Vincent pulled back from the worms and hiked his backpack further up on his shoulder. One look at him told Bo they were thinking the same thing. 

“You can’t take those inside. You have to let them go.” Vincent said. 

“I thought I could maybe keep one as a pet, or maybe two so it won’t be lonely. But I don’t think worms get lonely because Andy said his older sister said that worms don’t think and so they can’t get lonely.”

Bo, admittedly not an expert on earthworm psychology, thought that sounded pretty solid.

“Lonely or not, Mom will have a cow if she catches you with those. They’ve gotta go.” A big part of protecting his siblings was getting them to maintain a low profile. Coming home covered in mud and sporting pet worms were not a part of that low profile. 

Lester’s face fell. Bo felt guilt creeping up his throat. He’s a little kid! He should be allowed to do gross little kid stuff! 

Vincent tapped Lester’s wrist to get his attention. “You could put them in Mom’s garden. That’s kind of like having a pet that lives outside.”  

Lester immediately brightened again. “I could!” He turned and raced the rest of the way to the house. Bo could see him crouched where the petunias bloom in the springtime, gently releasing the worms. 

Vincent shrugged and started towards the house. Bo watched Lester in the garden for another moment, then followed. 

“Come on, Les!” Bo called. “I’ll hose you off. You stink like frog shit.” They all knew that if Lester tracked mud all over the wood floors, it wouldn’t matter that he’d put worms down. 

Vincent held out his hand for Bo’s backpack, then headed inside. Bo went around to the side yard, Lester trailing behind him. 

Lester started talking again as Bo turned on the hose and let the water spurt over his hand. 

“I heard too that when you cut a worm in half it grows into two worms! Isn’t that cool? I don’t know if it’s true, though, because I guess that means that one worm doesn’t have a face. I wouldn’t cut a worm in half ever, even if someone told me to.”

“Take off your shirt.” Bo said, turning the hose on his brother. “And flip down, lemme get the shit out of your hair.” 

“It’s gonna be cold!” Lester whined, breaking out the puppy dog eyes again. Bo rolled his. 

“You can wear my jacket if you want, just come here.” 

That seemed to do it. Lester pulled his mud soaked shirt off and stepped forward, eyes and mouth shut tightly as he bent under the spray. 

When Lester was decently clean and the water was turned off, Bo made to pull his sweatshirt off. It really wasn’t that cold, but Lester was wet and Bo had promised. Just as he was pulling it over his head, a scream that could shatter glass sounded from across the yard. 

“Oh my God!” Trudy shrieked, dashing to Lester and grabbing him by the shoulders. “What’s going on here? Where’s your shirt? Why are you wet?” 

She released Lester and rounded on Bo. Of course she did. Bo felt the anger he’d been stewing in since 2pm begin to lick up the back of his throat. He wasn’t scared, he was angry. He wasn’t scared. 

“What the hell are you doing?! Are you trying to give him hypothermia? What the fuck is wrong with you?!” she screamed. Bo set his jaw and took it. This was the routine. 

“I fell in the creek with Andy-” Lester began in a small voice. Trudy silenced him with a vague wave of her hand. 

“Be quiet. Beauregard, do you think this is fucking funny?” Bo knew that questions were a trap when Mom was angry. Answer and get hit for talking back, be quiet and get hit for ignoring her. 

Trudy didn’t give him a chance to respond either. She grabbed him by the bicep and began tugging him back around the front of the house.

“God, you’re in for it. Wait until your father hears about this, I swear! I work so hard, I leave to create fucking art and this is what I get!” 

As Bo was pulled through the yard, he turned and saw Lester, holding his balled up, dirty shirt. When they passed through the front door and living room he saw Vincent, standing on the stairs, holding a clean towel. He’d get Lester, and they’d both be okay. 

Bo set his jaw, tuned out Trudy’s soprano screaming, and was pulled into the kitchen. 

#Posting this here too bc i love validation #house of wax (2005) #house of wax #house of wax fanfic #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #bo sinclair fanfic #slasher fanfic #my writing #trudy sinclair #shes in it so taggy tag tag

[soifde-vivre]

HIM

Third person pov:

In Springville high school, there was a feeling of joy and love after all valentine's day was approaching, the hallways were busy with gossip and teenage love shit. There was an optimistic feeling in the air which just made the mood seem even more colorful in a way. A boy with a black hoodie and black jeans was walking into his classroom with his usual emotionless face. He seemed way out of place compared to everyone else, though no one questioned him. Why you might ask well that's cause he's always like this.

The said boy was reading his book at the back of the class, his hood was always on. No one at school has actually  seen his whole face, just his obnoxiously large glasses and his emotionless eyes. Weirdly at this point no one even questions it. You might wonder, does he get bullied?

Well during his freshman year, he was bullied for his quiet persona, but soon stopped as he never really gave the bullies the reaction they wanted. The day goes like any other, occasionally he gets called on to answer a question. To which he gets up, answers and sits down, that would practically be the majority of his interaction in class. He was labelled the loner kid and of course rumors were spread about him.

Not that it even bothered him, this was nothing compared to the hell , he faced at home. After school, he went to his house to rest before leaving for work. The moment he entered his house, it reeked out alcohol, there was broken wine bottles and ruined furniture .He quickly took off his shoes in a hurry to go to his room before it was too late.

"Where the fuck have you been you little slut" A man's voice sounded slurred." At school, like I am everyday" the boy replied with a cold tone in his voice. " how dare you talk to your father like that" The boy's supposed father yelled angrily " ungrateful little brat". The boy just kept his head down, this was a routine thing he was used to it. He heard footsteps approaching him, but even after knowing what's coming he doesn't move , not even a inch. A sound of broken glass was heard, as blood dripped on the already dirtied floor." let that be a lesson, I do so much for you and you still have such an attitude with me" the drunk man mumbled trying to balance himself after being intoxicated with who knows how many bottles.

The boy then bows and mumbles an apology and rushes to his room. He locks the door, and grabs a cloth which already had dry blood on it from the previous times his father has done this. And dabbed it on his bleeding forehead. He stared at the mirror in front of him as he pulled down his hood. A very dashing boy was behind the hood even with thick glasses the boy still had a very appealing appearance even with bruises and burn marks covering his body.

It's about time, I introduce him properly. This is Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook he has been living with his abusive father for three years. Each day , his father's condition gets worse and worse. Jungkook has grown an immense hatred for his father, he blamed everything that happened to be his father's fault. Once upon a time, he was the complete opposite of what he is now. He was cheerful, full of energy and an absolute fluff ball.

Until his father cheated on his mom by accident he says. They both had the most heated argument that night his father returned drunk with hickeys covering his neck and lipstick smudges. The fact that angered Jungkook the most was that his father wasn't even ashamed nor did he apologize instead he was actually angry that his mother never did anything like that. Of course his mother wasn't just gonna sit and take shit from her husband. It was just a verbal fight until his father got violent and slapped his mom really hard making her stumble back and crash straight into a glass coffee table which cut right through her skin.

Jungkook still remembers his mother cries, and he couldn't do anything his body was frozen in place as his father grabbed his mother's hair and smashed against the wooden part of the coffee table until it broke from the force applied on it. By the time the ambulance arrived, it was too late ............ his mom was long died. He doesn't know what the fuck is going on in his father's mind but he the next day was crying and blamed Jungkook for not stopping him. Like it wasn't his fault his wife died, after then stayed home and became the person he is today.

To pay rent, Jungkook had to work many odd jobs ,recently he works at the bar as a bartender. The bar accepted him as he was just enough to be considered legal as he was eighteen. Jungkook was used to the catcalling and the shameless whores he's met at the club.

Coming to the present, Jungkook started his homework and continued for two hours until he was done. He wore something simple and put on his black hoodie and left for work. It was the same routine but it infuriated him. That his father would make some lazy ass excuse about why he can't work.

On valentine's day , the romantic shit was enough put Jungkook in a bad mood the moment he stepped into school. The school had decorations but not to an excessive amount thank god Jungkook thought. The day went like any other plus extra valentine's day drama that Jungkook really didn't give a shit about.

That night, he just felt even more angrier than usual, and as soon as he set foot in his house. Like always his father started his drunken questioning but this time when he heard his father's footsteps approaching he ducked. Just in time too.

" You bastard,  how dare you disobey me." His father sounded mad. Jungkook on the other hand felt even more angrier.

" how hell am I disobeying you, huh you have been abusing me for god knows how many fucking days. If anything I'm the stupid fucker whose been trying too hard to please you. Not anymore, from now onwards you fucking starve to death you asshole. I am done trying to somehow fend for us both" Jungkook yelled back at his dad clenching his fist. His eyes darted from the floor to his father who seemed a bit stunned by the sudden outburst but soon collected himself and grabbed Jungkook's hair harshly.

" it seems I went too easy on you, you fucking slut" the intoxicated man murmured to himself. The man dragged his son by the hair , Jungkook still had an emotionless face even though he knew what was gonna happen. His father drags him into his bedroom and yells" take off your shirt now, you fucking slut." Jungkook just stares back at him, and Jungkook kneels down and grabs a wine bottle instead.

His father at this point was getting irritated " Do you hear what I was saying, I said-" his father was interrupted by glass shattering. Jungkook stood up holding the upper part of the broken wine bottle as he slowly approaches his father. Who starts getting a bit nervous, and starting backing away " Jungkook what are you doing, put the wine bottle down, I said put the fucking bottle down" His father yelled desperately fear becoming evident his voice.

His father gets interrupted during his pleading by sudden laughter.  At this point, his father's back hit the wall behind him. Jungkook used this opportunity and silences his father by bringing the broken bottle up to his father's neck and just touching it. His father gulps, making his Adam's apple bob, then Jungkook slowly pulls it away. A moment of relief was short lived as he stabs his father in the stomach. It all happened so fast, the man's eyes widened feeling the sudden pain in his abdomen.

It caused him to become weaker , Jungkook hits him hard on the head with the exact wine bottle making his father collapse on the floor and back out.

His father wakes up, in a dark room. As his eyes adjust he notices it's a basement, their house basement. It tries to recollect what had happened previously, he had become more sober and remembered drinking, and...........

JUNGKOOK.

Dread and fear instantly hits his body, he tried to move when he realized his arms were tied to something on the ceiling with a thick rope, no matter how hard he pulled it wasn't coming off. Though his legs were free and was standing on the ground.

His eyes catch something moving in the dark, " w-whose there" he tried to ask but came out as more of a whisper. Then he sees his son approaching him from the shadows with a sadistic smile on his face seeing his father's condition. "J-Jungkook I think we should talk-"  " about what, you never let me talk when you did this to me, so why should I" Jungkook said. The man felt weak, really weak his forehead had dry blood on it, and his bleeding stomach didn't help either. The urge to scream and try to break lose had long gone the moment he saw his son. There was no escape and he knew that, still he tried to reason. " s-son, I know I have done many horrible thi-" " Shut up, did you just remember now that I'm your goddamn son right now, well too bad I forgot I had a father years ago." Jungkook's grin had vanished.

Jungkook brought out his father's belt." Do you remember this" His voice no longer playful like it was earlier had more darker tone replacing it. His father shook his head as no. " of course you don't, whipping your son was just an accident like what happened with mom right." That caused the man to look down he couldn't even look his son in the eye anymore. The guilt was always there instead of accepting it, he took it out on his son. He was the person who was to blame for everything.

A sharp sound resonated in the dark , musty basement. The sound of leather hitting flesh, it was gruesome yet so satisfying. Jungkook kept on whipping his back, his legs until his clothes ripped and bruises could be seen. That didn't stop Jungkook why should it, his father never stopped no matter how much he begged or after seeing the amount of bruises he had.

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[northby-northwest]

anyone else totally forget that whole shindig about how people thought everyone else in endgame hated brie larson or was that just me

#i just know it was angry teenage boys spreading the rumors #marvel #captain marvel #brie larson

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff/Reader - The One Where You Punch Tony Stark - Part One

Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || AO3 (Complete)

Summary:  When the rumors that you punched Tony Stark in the face spread around your school, some interesting events unfolded. Or enemies to Lovers in high School.

Warnings: 18+; Enemies to Lovers/ Angry Sex/ Underage Sex/ High School AU/ Violence/ Fights/ Inappropriate language.

Words:  19,905K (Complete)

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Sometimes it is just a punch “ - Chapter One

Rumors at your high school were spreading like the plague. No one would really admit to talking about it, but everyone knew they were gossiping. Everything about this place seemed to irritate you deeply, from your stupid and petty classmates, with their idiotic social circles and narcissistic behavior, to the body of psychotics professors who seemed to take pleasure in embarrassing the students.

Fortunately, it was your senior year. You couldn't wait to get out of this place, to get away from this troublesome town.  You let out a grumble when you noticed two teenagers pressed up against your locker. Fucking hell, you thought impatiently as you walked up to them. Then you noticed who they were, and your irritation increased even more.

Golden boy, captain of the soccer team, arrogant pain in the ass, Steve Rogers, was kissing Sharon Carter against her locker. Sharon was a cheerleader, human barbie, and honestly, she used to be a nice girl in elementary school, then you guys grew up and she became an arrogant bitch.

- Really, Rogers, don't you have your own locker? - commented a voice next to you, before you could say anything. It was Natasha, your locker-mate, with whom you had at least three classes together. She was very closed off and didn't let anyone near her, always alone at school. But if you could guess, she was the closest thing you had to a friend in this place. Steve stopped kissing Sharon when he heard Natasha, and throwing his arm around the girl's shoulders, he smiled wryly at Nat.

- Take it easy, Romanoff. We were just making out. - He says, and then adopts a debauched expression. - You know what this is, right?

- Screw you, Rogers. - Natasha says without hesitation, Steve laughs ironically and then his gaze falls on you.

- What are you looking at? - He threatens, you roll your eyes. He then leaves, dragging Sharon through the halls. 

- Fucking idiot. - Nat grumbles when you are alone. You don't really know what to say, so you just stay silent as you open the locker to get your chemistry books. - I heard about Stark's party.

That's the problem with rumors. You didn't look at Nat, but shrugged. 

- What about Stark's party? - You tried to play along, but Nat let out a little giggle.

- Everyone is talking about how you punched him in the face. - She said, turning to you as she leaned against the now closed locker, two notebooks in her hand. You finished picking up your books and turned to her. - I just think it was cool. - You smile awkwardly, looking at the floor. Nat speaks after a moment. - Are you going to the game on Friday?

You blink in surprise at the question.

- I don't like football.

Nat chuckles.

- I'm not going to the game. - She says, and seeing your frown, she adds. - You know the skate rink a little way past the bleachers. I'm meeting some friends there. You can come if you like. - Nat says finally, winking at you before turning away, walking in the opposite direction of the corridor.

 You are very surprised that you have been asked to go out with Natasha Romanoff and the friends you didn't even know she had. Ignoring how awkward the interaction was, you make your way to the classrooms, heading towards the chemistry lab.

Professor Agatha Harkness has been your chemistry teacher since the first grade. She is extremely strict, and demands that her students work hard and cannot stand, or rather absolutely detests, sycophants. You laugh with the memory of the day when Steve Rogers tried to buy a higher grade by bringing her a Teachers' Day gift, and Ms. Harkness simply threw the package in the trash at the front of the room, saying that if he wanted to pass her class, he better study.

You took your place in the last chair, yawning slightly as you sat down. You were startled when your colleague in front, Darcy Lewis, turned in her chair to look at you.

- Can I help you? - you asked.

- I heard that you punched Tony Stark. - She said. - I think it's awesome. Finally someone wiped the pretentious smile off his face.

You smiled wryly. Darcy was one of the smartest girls in the class, and she had never really talked to you before. She returned your smile before turning forward again.

 You were distracted by the landscape outside, but you noticed when the room suddenly fell absolutely silent, and turned your face to find out what had happened. You felt your body tense with the intensity of anger you received in the gaze of Tony Stark, entering the room at that moment, a large purple mark in his left eye. He didn't stare at you for long, taking a seat in one of the front chairs with his friend James Rhodes. Many of the classmates began to whisper about the party, glances running between you and Tony. But the room fell silent as Ms. Harkness entered, and the students began to rush to their seats.

If there was one thing that Harkness hated more than sycophants, it was tardiness, so you weren't surprised that everyone in the room held their breath as they watched the Maximoff twins arrive late to class.

- What an honor the Maximoffs have decided to join my class. - She sneered as they walked to their seats. A few giggles were heard.

Pietro Maximoff was a member of the football team along with Steve Rogers and Tony Stark, and you guessed that's why he gave you an angry look before he sat down. You didn't really know the twins very well, but you knew that everyone knew them. 

While Pietro was extremely popular, and changed girlfriends like he changed clothes, his sister, Wanda Maximoff, was a member of the student council, as well as being the captain of the cheerleading squad. She was ridiculously beautiful, the kind that would bring boys crawling to her door. But you had never seen her date anyone, not that you really paid attention to Wanda anyway.

When Ms. Harkness started class, your mind wandered to lunchtime.

Your week went by too fast, you realized. With the final exam period approaching, you were spending a lot of time studying. Natasha didn't speak to you again all week, and you were beginning to imagine that the invitation to go out was your imagination, but then she smiled at you and told you that she hoped you could make it on Friday, and you just nodded, too surprised to say anything.

The school seemed to get even more unbearable on game days. The players were agitated and noisy, and disrupted all the classes. Also, the cheerleaders seemed to occupy every bathroom you entered, taking over the sinks with their makeup. 

You grumbled when last period finally came around. It was literature with Mrs. Hill, and she was probably the only teacher you liked.

It was hot, and you put your leather jacket on the chair as you stretched your body and raised your arms, lifting your shirt a little. You blushed in surprise as you noticed a girl you didn't know staring at you mischievously, her gaze drifting down to your waist tattoo, which had been visible for a moment.

She continued to stare at you brazenly, biting her lip, and you felt very uncomfortable. 

- Do you need anything? - you asked snidely. The girl was startled, and rolled her eyes in embarrassment, then turned to look away. - What the fuck was that. - you muttered to yourself, as you opened your notebooks.

You heard laughter, and raised your eyes, frowning as you felt your stomach flip at the vision of Wanda Maximoff throwing her head back as she laughed at something her partner said to her as the two of them entered the room. You blinked in confusion at your own reaction, quickly looking away. 

And then your lab partner for two years, Jessica Jones, with whom you had never exchanged a word that was not subject-related sat down next to you and asked how you were doing.

- I'm sorry, what's that? - You asked in surprise, but Jessica smiled.

- What's up with you? - she repeated, causing you to frown.

- Why are you talking to me? - you retorted, and Jessica just shrugged.

- I want to be friends with the girl who punched Tony Stark in the face. - She says simply, and you stare at her for a few seconds, not knowing exactly what to say.

- All right, then. - You say, turning your attention back to your materials. Jessica smiles before adjusting her posture to rest her head on her arms on the table. 

Professor Hill begins her class shortly after, and you reprimand yourself for letting your gaze wander to Wanda and then looking away. What the fuck is the matter with you today?

You were particularly focused on an exercise that didn't seem to make any sense when your classmate in front of you passed you a piece of paper. You looked around, seeing a small commotion, which indicated that the paper had been passed around the room. You frown, opening it.

- Ulala, you have an admirer. - Jessica teased, leaning yours shoulders together to read the paper. On it was simply written "want to make out? girls restroom, second floor". You laughed ruefully. - Are you going to accept?

- I don't even know who sent it. - You comment, looking around, but no one is looking at you. You quickly hide the paper to prevent the teacher from seeing. - Besides, it might just be a joke.

- Maybe. But the whole school is talking about you, so I think you might have suitors. - Jessica commented, writing in her notebook. - Besides, you're hot. It's not like no one notices you.

- Thanks. - You laughed, returning your attention to the exercise.

The class finally came to an end, and Jessica patted you on the shoulder, wishing you a good date even though she knew you weren't going, and you laughed, realizing it was a joke.

You were putting your notebooks away in your locker when school counselor Nicolas Fury approached you.

- Hello, Miss Y/L/N. Could we talk for a moment? - He asks, leading the way to his office. You sigh, knowing exactly what this is about, before nodding in agreement.

In Fury's office, you sit in the armchair opposite his desk, while he assumes his typical thoughtful position.

- I'll be straightforward, Y/N. - he begins. - I heard rumors about you getting involved in a street fight outside of school hours.

- Great choice of words, Fury. - You counter. - Out of school hours, and even off school grounds so I really don't understand why I'm here.

Fury smiles, crossing his legs.

- So you admit you were in a fight? You know as a counselor I need to warn your mother...

 - I admit nothing. - You cut without patience. - It's my word against the other gossips. 

The man lets out a chuckle before continuing.

- I imagine Anthony Stark's black eye was a domestic accident then?

You smile wryly, shrugging your shoulders.

- I think Tony Stark would rather say he hit his face against a wall than admit he got beaten by a girl, so I would put that in your report.

- Please, Y/N. - Fury asks with a serious expression. - If you tell me the reason for the conflict with Mr. Stark, I can find a way to help you.

You laugh, crossing your arms.

- The reason is that Tony Stark is an arrogant jerk who thinks he can do and say whatever he wants without consequences. - You say, and then stand up. - I don't have anything to tell you, and school hours are over. Excuse me, Mr. Fury.

You say before hurrying out of the room, annoyed by all the talk. Leaving the hallways, you roll your eyes at the excitement of your classmates, all of them heading for the soccer field, while the remaining team members in the hallway were applauded and patted on the back as if they were war heroes.

You were happy to remember your date with Nat and her friends as you walked out of the school.

Good thing I brought my jacket, was your first thought as you headed out to the skate park to meet Nat. You could hear the noise from the stands, which must have been packed since everyone in the school seemed to love football.

You had bought some French fries from one of the stalls set up for the game, and walked alone toward the park, around the iron bleachers.

A few minutes later you arrived at the skateboarding rink, observing the small group of people that was there. Nat waved to you as soon as she saw you, and you smiled.

- Hey, you made it. - She remarked as she approached. You waved. She turned to the group. - Guys, this is the girl I told you about, Y/N. 

You waved to everyone, who smiled at you.

- This is Clint, Laura, Thor, Valkyrie and my boyfriend Bruce. - Nat said, introducing everyone. You have never seen them at school. - They are owls.

Oh, that makes sense. You thought. They were all students at the state school that was two blocks away. Their mascot was an owl, and their team was your school's opponent in today's game. That's why they were all here.

You sat down with them, offering them some of the fries you had bought. You smiled as you noticed Nat sitting with Bruce, it was different to see her like this, completely comfortable and smiling openly.

Thor then stood up, a skateboard in his hand.

- Hey, Y/N, want to give it a try? - He suggested and you hesitated. You didn't really know how to skate. But Thor seemed nice and willing to teach you, so you nodded and stood up.

It was fun to learn from him. You laughed about the times you fell on your buttocks, and Thor seemed concerned about checking to see if you were all right. And when you got tired of that, you and he joined the group again, talking about various random things.

You eventually found out that Clint and Laura were already engaged to be married, and intended to move in together after college. You thought Thor and Valkyrie were boyfriend and girlfriend at first, but she commented that she hoped to meet more interesting girls in college. Also, Thor told you that he was applying to colleges outside of New York, wanting to be closer to his brother. Bruce wanted to go to medical school, and he and Nat were looking forward to sharing an apartment together. You told them that you had applied to colleges all over the country, that there was nothing really keeping you here. 

You spent the whole period of the game talking, and having fun. And then, when the fireworks went off from the stadium bleachers, you thought it was time to go.

The vast majority of the people had already gone home by the time you reached the stands, and then you thought you heard a noise. Investigating the source, you walked slowly around the iron construction, letting out an exclamation of surprise at the image you saw.

Tony Stark was wrapped around Steve Rogers in the passionate kiss. You wanted to laugh at the hypocrisy. You were going to leave in silence, because you didn't give a fuck about what these two were doing, but Tony pushed Steve away and opened his eyes, and then he saw you.

Assuming an aggressive posture, while Steve looked worried, he advanced toward you.

- What the fuck are you doing there girl? - He shouted, and you took a few steps back in surprise.

- You must be looking to get punched in the face again. - You retorted angrily, hiding your nervousness. You could fight, but being alone against Stark and Rogers, you might push your luck. 

- I think you'd better not tell anyone what you saw here. - He threatened when he approached you, Steve following close behind.

- You think I care if you're banging Rogers behind the locker room, Stark? Screw you. - You retorted in a provocative tone. Stark advanced on you, his fist raised, but Rogers held him back.

- You're out of your mind, it's a girl. - He spoke, shoving Tony away from you. 

- Listen to your boyfriend, Stark. - You teased last, reveling in Tony's anger.

Tony let out an irritated snort and jumped toward you again, but when Rogers grabbed him, he punched him in the face. You blinked in surprise, and then they started to fight, rolling on the ground.

What the fuck, you thought, frowning at the scene, and taking a few steps back to avoid being bumped into.

And then someone shouted, and you looked up from the fight to see Pietro Maximoff coming out of the locker room along with Wanda, and another boy from the team who you thought was named Bucky.

The boys ran to separate the two, and Pietro held Tony by the arms as Bucky stood in front of Steve.

- What the fuck are you guys doing? - shouted Pietro.

- It's all this crazy bitch's fault! - Tony shouted, pointing at you. You rolled your eyes as Pietro looked at you in confusion.

- Are you fighting over her? - he asked. And you burst out laughing when you understood.

- Oh, Maximoff, that's not the kind of fruit they like. - You sneered and Pietro had to hold Tony back to keep him from jumping on you. 

- Let's get them out of here. - Said Bucky dragging Steve away. Pietro nodded as he dragged Tony to the opposite side.

You frowned when you were left alone with Wanda, and she looked at you.

- Do you need something? - you said snidely, and Wanda let out a wry laugh.

- I don't know what your deal is, girl. - she said, stepping closer. - But I think you'd better leave my friends alone.

You laughed.

- What friends, Maximoff? - You countered. - Those kids are narcissistic sociopaths who will fuck anything that wears a skirt. And your brother is an asshole. You're just a trophy to them.

- You don't know shit. - Wanda spoke angrily.

- Try to stop behaving the way they want you to. - You provoked by taking a step forward. - One day of not being the perfect little lady that everyone thinks you are.

- You shut your mouth. - She retorted with fury in her eyes, and then she shoved your shoulders, making you laugh ironically. - Stay away from me.

- Oh but I can't wait to get out of this fucking school! - You shouted back, laughing wryly. - And I'll never have to endure Stark's little group ever again. But mostly, I won't have to deal with Miss Perfect Girl here, with her fake smiles and annoying comments. - You punctuated your sentences with your finger, as you approached Wanda, who was staring wide-eyed. You let out your breath through your mouth as you realized how close you were, and stared intensely at Wanda. - I hate you.

- I hate you too. - She whispered before breaking the distance between you.

You closed your eyes tightly, lifting your hands to Wanda's waist and squeezing. Wanda sighed against your mouth, and you took the opportunity to push your tongue against hers, moaning at the new sensation.

Feeling her whole body respond to the kiss, you pushed her, until she slammed her back against the locker room wall. You pressed your knee against Wanda's center, and she moaned against your lips, lifting her right leg and entwining it around your waist. You felt your body tremble in anticipation, and the new friction made you press Wanda tight against the wall.

You weren't thinking about anything. All you felt was Wanda. Her tongue circling in your mouth, stealing all the air from your lungs. You pulled your mouths apart to breathe, and moved your kisses down to Wanda's collarbone, which made her sigh. You kissed the skin, hard, marking her. The thought of her trying to hide those marks after that, stimulated you to suck. Wanda let out a loud groan, pressing her nails into your shoulder.

You brought your mouths together again, and let your hands run up the inside of Wanda's blouse. She was still wearing her cheerleader uniform, and you tried not to think about it so much.

Your hand reached her right breast, and you squeezed without hesitation.Wanda moaned against your mouth, and you kissed her hard as you pressed your bodies together.

She whimpered as you pushed your knee up, breaking the kiss to rest her head on your shoulder. You let out a wry chuckle, lifting her chin with your hand and forcing her to face you as you brought your mouths together again. This time you let your tongue play with hers slowly and sensually, making her shiver. 

And then you reached down into her blouse again, pulling down her bra. With her breasts exposed, you played with her hardened nipples, feeling Wanda rub against your knee. 

You lowered your hand around her waist, pulling up the fabric of her skirt. Your hand moved down to her now exposed ass, and you squeezed the flesh, pressing Wanda against you. The contact made you both moan with intensity.

When you interrupted the friction with your knee, Wanda grumbled at the lack of contact, but you kissed her firmly, one hand squeezing her neck, and she trembled completely. You released her ass, to run your fingers up her thigh, until finally you reached her pussy. 

Reaching up with your fingers to pull down Wanda's panties, you kept up the pace of the kiss, wanting to keep her distracted.

You found her pussy soaked, and moaned as you felt it. Massaging her superficially with just one finger, it didn't take long for Wanda to whimper, moving her hips in search of more contact.

She broke the kiss with a moan when you penetrated her without warning. You moved your hand from her breasts to grip her leg around your waist, seeing that the intensity of your touch was making Wanda shiver and lose her balance. 

You withdrew your finger and then sank in again, and Wanda rested her head on your collarbone, sighing breathlessly.

- I'm sorry, Wanda. But I won't be gentle. - You whispered against her ear before sticking two fingers in without warning.

Wanda cried out against your skin, completely surrendered. You didn't wait for her to get used to the sensation, moving your fingers immediately afterwards. She bit your shoulder to keep from moaning, and her hips began to move frantically against you next, trying to increase the speed. You smiled mischievously, following her request. 

It didn't take long for her body to quiver in spasms, you delighting in the feel of her pussy tightening against your fingers. A thrust or two later, and she came apart against you, letting out a sultry moan against your ear that made your own intimacy pulsate. 

You continued to stimulate Wanda's swollen clitoris even after she came, and she bit your shoulder, trying to normalize her breathing and stop shaking. She quickly lowered her hand to yours, asking you to stop your touch, and you gave her a dirty smile before moving your fingers up to your mouth, tasting Wanda's sweet flavor on your tongue. She looked at you with dilated pupils, and then moved forward, kissing you again and tasting herself in your mouth.

Kissing like this, she was soon ready for another. But you were interrupted, a hissing noise in the distance. You grumbled, pulling away, as you helped Wanda fix her clothes. 

- Who's there? The game is over! - says a voice. You knew it was the janitor, he had probably come to lock up the locker rooms. 

You and Wanda laughed as you ran past him, holding hands, while he yelled that you couldn't be there.

When you reached the parking area, you caught a glimpse of Rogers' car parked next to Pietro's car. The four boys were there, talking. They didn't see you.

Wanda also looked and then pulled you to the corner of the wall of the school building, hidden from the rest of the place. 

- I guess this is good-bye. - You commented, letting Wanda press you against the wall, as she slung her arms around your shoulders. You kept your hands on her waist. - It's a shame really. I wanted to make you cum in my mouth.

Wanda bites her lips, holding back a giggle as her eyes sparkle with mischief.

- It doesn't have to be the last time. - She says, bringing your mouths closer together.

- No, it doesn't. - You agree, closing the distance, meeting her in a slow kiss, while your hands press her ass into you.

- Hmmm, I should go. - She grumbles, breaking the kiss without pulling away. You bring your mouths together again, biting her lip gently, which makes her close her eyes and chase after your mouth, but you don't kiss her.

- You can go. - You play, squeezing her flesh again and pressing her against you.

- Fuck. - She whispers before kissing you again, one last time. 

You separate amidst giggles and stolen kisses. Wanda gives you one last look before walking toward the parking lot. You stand there against the wall for a while, your heart racing, with the promise that this would not be the last time.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel imagines #wanda x you #high school au #enemies to lovers #sub!wanda x reader #wandaxreader #wanda x reader #The One Where You Punch Tony Stark

[seeyoumondaydevi]

Paxton didn't have any right reason to be mad at Devi. He got so angry with Devi just for being nice to his sister. I feel like Ben is better for her. Even when Devi said "I wish the Nazi's would kill Ben" he was still there for her and comforted her. Paxton also has a reputation of sleeping with every girl so he should not be angry with Devi for the rumors. He also ignored her just because her mom called him stupid. Just stupid. Devi called Ben lot of other things but Ben was never rude to her. Paxton never liked Devi. Have you seen how he was with Zoe? He was never that way with Devi, Paxton likes Zoe not Devi.

I don't wanna sound rude but what are you doing in a Paxton supporting blog in the first place? But anyways, he didn't have any reason? Becca has downs syndrome and she has been bullied pretty bad even by people Paxton considered as friends. Paxton didn't know Devi. He knew her for probably 2 or 3 days? He didn't see Devi and Becca actually talk. When he walked in Becca and Devi were just standing together. We knew Devi was being nice.. Paxton didn't. He freaked out and avoided her but later he realized he was wrong. He went over to her house and apologized to her IN PERSON. He explained why he freaked out. "Paxton has a reputation of sleeping with every girl in school" how do you know? Have we even seen him kiss any other girl? Just because he's popular it doesn't automatically make him a player. Next, spreading rumours about sleeping with someone WHEN THEY DIDN'T is absolutely wrong. If the roles were reversed I can imagine how mad the fandom would be. He took her as a friend but she used him for popularity and he felt used and hurt.. he distanced himself. He didn't insult her.. nothing. He just distanced himself. But inspite of feeling used he admitted to those rumours so Devi didn't get bullied.

Devi's mom didn't just call him stupid. She insulted him. She called him a boy who ruins smart girls futures including Devi by getting them pregnant. I would be hurt as fuck if someone's mom insults me like that. He's 16 and imagine how he felt.. he knew Devi for a few weeks and developed feelings and just kissed her and Devi's mom jumps to things about him getting her pregnant?

Zoe was all over him and he wasn't the same way with Devi because Devi always got nervous and goofed up. Remember episode 2? He took her hand and ran it down his chest? She freaked. She always got nervous (like any teenager with a crush would) around him. So he respected her and didn't force himself on her or make it awkward. Besides HE kissed Devi not Zoe.

Ben was always nice to Devi? LMFAO what? Are we watching the same show? Ben got the whole school to call her a UN which she goes crying to her dead dad about. He always PROVOKED her. The whole Nazi thing wouldn't have happened if Ben didn't provoke her. He BULLIED HER. She later realized she was wrong and apologized to him.. Has Ben ever apologized? Devi cried saying she just wants to be a teenager who isn't called mean names.. but what was Ben doing? CALLING HER MEAN NAMES.

#team paxton #daxton #devi and paxton #paxton and devi #devi x paxton #paxton hall yoshida

[sanzoumon]

**FIRE FORCE FIC PROMPTS**

Note: A good chunk of these are smut prompts, featuring various ships (mostly BL ships). There are noncon prompts at the end, clearly marked where they start. I threw in some purely platonic SFW prompts for those of you who are into weird stuff like that lol

Please, if you like any of these prompts and are going to write them - tell me. Also some of these prompts are super detailed while others are like one sentence long.

Ships Included:

Konro x Benimaru • Joker x Benimaru • Viktor x Joker • Burns x Joker • Shinra x Sho • Shinra x Arthur • Charon x Haumea

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-PLATONIC-

- Arrow & Sho. Sho gets upset and cries into Arrow’s chest. He’s so upset he calls her “mommy” without realizing it.

- Charon & Haumea. “Unconditional love” is what his thoughts told her. What she doesn’t understand is why. No matter how much she tries to find out, the answer alludes her.

- Shinra & Sho. Bed sharing and cuddling.

-SHIPPING-

Konro x Benimaru

- Teenage!Benimaru confesses his love for Konro when he’s drunk after having drank Sake for the first time.

- D/s. Benimaru loves giving up control to Konro when they have sex.

- Rumors about them being in a relationship spread, leading to so unsavory comments about Konro regarding their age difference. (Ex: suggesting Konro took advantage of Beni when he was young; that it’s creepy since Konro was an adult while Beni was a child when they first met; etc) Needless to say, Benimaru gets pissed anyone would dare think that about Konro.

- Doppelgänger!Konro x Doppelgänger!Benimaru. Hell’s a little nicer when you have someone you love to have sex with. Even Doppelgängers feel love.

- Doppel!Benimaru manifests and wreaks havoc because his Konro is dead. Now he wants Konro to replace him and he won’t let Benimaru get in the way of that. (Doppel!Beni is Yandere for Konro [both if them] because that’s how people perceive Benimaru to be... and turns out it’s correct, Benimaru IS Yandere for Konro).

- Mourning. Doppel!Benimaru finds out his Konro is dead. All of Adolla quakes from the outburst of his sorrow.

- (past noncon) Teenage!Benimaru tries to thank Konro in the only way he knows how - with his body. Konro is, reasonably, freaked out and finds out why it is Beni thinks this is appropriate.

- Benimaru is a bit of a submissive masochist. Konro is happy to help with whatever Beni needs.

- Their first time together wasn’t gentle. It was passionate, overwhelming, aggressive, heated, rough. All their pent up feelings for each out came rushing out violently and they were both happy to get caught up in it. Benimaru never felt so content in his life as when Konro was manhandling him that night.

- Benimaru does something special, and embarrassing, for Konro. Puppy-play.

- Konro is a bit of a voyeur. Those pictures he took of Beni for the calendar are not the only pictures he has of him. For Konro’s birthday, Benimaru supplies him with extra special pictures that Beni took of himself. As it happens, Benimaru is an exhibitionist.

- The world is on fire and Benimaru has nothing left to give. Before the flames take him he has to tell Konro he loves him. (Sad fic, death fic)

Joker x Benimaru // Benimaru x Joker

- They each have their own shit to be frustrated about. They take it out on each other when one of them needs it. It’s fine, they can take it.

- It’s not love. They don’t even like each other. They irritate each other. But they sure do love angry fucking each other.

Viktor x Joker

- Joker loves how fascinating Viktor finds him.

- Unlike any other partners he’s had, Viktor treats Joker gently when they have sex. He’s not used to it and gets flustered.

- After killing the captain at the Holy Sol Temple, the reality of the situation hits him. The man who violated him for years, who continued to haunt his nightmares into adulthood, was dead. All of a sudden he needs to see Viktor no matter what. (Hurt/comfort)

Burns x Joker

- (past noncon) Joker cries during sex and Burns really doesn’t know what to do about it.

- 52 has a crush on Burns and comes onto him one night. Burns can’t bring himself to turn him down, knowing what 52 goes through, and opts to make him feel good instead.

- Joker mourns Burns’ death.

- After all these years, Joker has daddy issues. It doesn’t surprise Burns’ in the slightest when Joker calls him “daddy” in bed. What surprises him is how much he enjoys being called that.

Shinra x Sho

- Sho has zero sense of personal space and Shinra’s been having some very uncomfortable thoughts about his little brother.

- Sho is in love with Shinra and doesn’t understand why everyone says it’s “wrong”.

- “Let big brother take care of you.”

- (past noncon) Arrow confesses to Shinra about all the terrible things the White Clad did to Sho since they abducted him. When he got old enough to start questioning things, they broke him. They did it again after Shinra’s Adolla Link with Sho (which in turn Shinra feels guilty for). [this one could be romantic or brotherly but either way hurt/comfort]

- Shinra thinks Sho is the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. An angel too perfect for a devil like him.

- A little bit of brotherly playful roughhousing, making up for all the years they lost, leads to something much more heated. Neither stops to think about it, it feels too good to finally be together.

- Shinra likes it a lot when Sho cries out “big brother” while they make love.

Shinra x Arthur

- A stupid argument about something pointless ends in Shinra pinning Arthur to the floor. Before either knows it they’re grinding against each other, kissing harshly.

- (attempted noncon) Doppel!Shinra tries to force himself on Arthur when Arthur confronts him about the real Shinra’s whereabouts.

- Arthur knows this isn’t the real Shinra, but there’s something alluringly taboo about being taken roughly by a devil like this.

Charon x Haumea

- The world is about to burn, but before she fulfills her duty she wants to show Charon how thankful she truly is for his devotion to her all this time. She figures she’ll kill two birds with one stone, rewarding him and indulging in pleasure herself.

-NONCON-

Mob x Benimaru

- Before ending up in Asakusa, being found and taken in by Hibachi, Benimaru lived on the streets of the Tokyo Empire. There’s a good reason he resents the Tokyo Empire and doesn’t like to leave Asakusa. A child alone on the streets is dangerous and he was so weak back then. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be cornered in some alley and sexually assaulted, left in the trash once they were done with him.

- Benimaru doesn’t know how this happening to him of all people, why he’s unable to fight off his attackers. They’re mocking him, degrading him, humiliating him, and they’re forcing him to get off on what’s being done to him. At some point he starts crying, begging for them to stop, which only makes them enjoy his torment more.

- Benimaru is drunk off his ass and someone decides to take advantage of the situation. How often do you get the chance to have Asakusa’s “King of Destruction” begging for you to fuck him?

Mob x Joker

- 52 still isn’t learning his lesson. To break him further, and to reward the rest of the shadows for their hard work and dedication, the captain has them punish 52 by letting them do whatever they want to him (nothing that will cause permanent injury, at least). 52’s entire week was spent as a plaything for them all, torture, rape, humiliation, degradation, all manner of creative punishment. It came damn close to breaking him.

- The criminal underworld isn’t a nice place. Sometimes Joker messes with the wrong people and he got taught painful lessons, no different from what the captain did to him.

- Forced Burns x Joker. The church calls it a bonding ceremony. Burns knows it’s just their way of attempting to break 52 by having the one person who hasn’t mistreated him hurt him. If Burns refuses, it won’t end well for anyone involved. So he forces himself on 52 and hates himself for it.

Mob x Sho

- (Extreme underage) Sho was just too tiny and cute. Only 5 years old. So soft, so sweet. Naturally, they had to beat that out of him.

- Haumea x Sho. She dresses him up like the beautiful doll he is. She plays with him like the toy he is. She violates him like the object he is. She makes him cry, cry out for his brother, his mother, Arrow, anyone, like the child he is. She makes him spread his legs for other White Clad members and then hurts him when he gets his dress dirty, like the useless slut he is. She leaves him hard, needy, alone for hours, until he’s begging for release. She tells him if his brother could see him now, he’d be disgusted by him. He agrees.

Kurono x Nataku

- Kurono loves every pathetic thing about Nataku. Or it’s as close to love as he’s capable of. In his own twisted way, he shows his affection for the boy.

- Nataku is such a masochistic boy, it’s impossible for Kurono to resist him.

Doppel!Benimaru x Konro

- Doppel!Benimaru manifests and infiltrates Company 7 while Benimaru is away. He tricks Konro into fucking him.

- Doppel!Benimaru promises to leave Asakusa alone in exchange for Konro fucking him.

Doppel!Konro x Benimaru

- Konro wasn’t there when the Demon Infernal showed up. Benimaru attempts to fight it on his own but the demon gets him on his back and starts ripping off his clothes. Benimaru is too confused to register just what’s happening until he feels white hot searing pain splitting him in half. He’s afraid, too shocked and in too much pain to do anything. In spite of it all, he gets hard. The demon notices and its grin gets wider. He remembers a burning hand jacking him off and feeling liquid fire inside him. Before he blacks out he hears Konro call out his name. When he wakes, the demon is gone and Konro is hurt.

Doppel!Benimaru x Benimaru

- Doppel!Beni captures Konro and forces him to watch while he rapes Benimaru. Beni can’t fight back because he and his Doppelgänger and too evenly matched and Konro would be hurt. All the while his Doppelgänger taunts him and Konro, describing how “his Konro” (the Doppelgänger) used to fuck him - finding all of Benimaru’s sensitive spots easily because he had them too. Tells them how it’s obvious to everyone how in love they are, that everyone suspects they’re together, because Doppel!Konro has been fucking Doppel!Beni’s brains out since he was a teenager. In spite of the situation, Konro ends up getting hard.

- Benimaru is haunted by dreams of hellfire. In them he always sees himself, a version of himself engulfed in flames. He’s had these dreams since the night before he discovered his powers. In them his other self violates him. It hurts. The dreams always feel so real, even in the morning. Nevertheless he chalks them up to just being nightmares until the discovery that Doppelgängers are real.

- They were evenly matched but his Doppelgänger blindsided him. His head is bleeding, Asakusa is burning, he doesn’t know what’s become of Company 7, and his damned Doppelgänger takes time out of his destruction to rape him - just to add insult to injury.

NOTE: If you’re unaware what “mob” means, it’s a doujin term basically meaning their only purpose is to assault whatever canon character. It’s not an OC, self, or reader insert. It can be an individual nameless character or a group of them.

Also yeah you can clearly tell the kinda stuff I’m into and I don’t care. I put all these prompts in one list because laziness.

May or may not update this list as need be! Enjoy the naughty stuff I know y’all really want as well!!

#fire force #en en no shouboutai #enen no shouboutai #en en no shobotai #enn enn no shouboutai #konro x benimaru #prompts #fanfic #joker x viktor #viktor x joker #shinra x Sho #shinra x arthur

[jjmaybanksblog]

On My Own- Rafe Cameron

(Gif credit @popemaybank )

Summary: After you raised your child by yourself for the last 3 years, Rafe comes to his senses to finally become the dad he never was.

Word count: 1,321

Warnings: Teen pregnancy

Y/N your name

Y/C/N your child's name

Rafe Cameron sat at the family dinner table, poking and prodding at his steak and broccoli. He carelessly flipped a piece of broccoli around his plate as Rose forced conversation with his younger sister and father.

"Wheezie, anything new today?" Rose asked from the end of the table, sipping from her glass of wine. "Normal day today. Then I ran into an old friend of ours- Y/N." Wheezie smirked as Rafe choked on air after hearing your name. His parent's faces lit up after hearing your name, you were Rafe's favorite girlfriend.

You treated Rafe and his family with so much respect, you loved him for everything he was. "Oh my goodness! I haven't heard that name in what feels like so long. What did she say?" 

Rafe took a deep breath to prepare for his sister's words, "she said she's been doing well, having some family issues though." A smirk was evident in her tone as she shoved a piece of meat into her mouth. "Rafe, have you talked to her about that? Do you know if she's okay." Ward prodded at the boy.

"Uh no actually. I haven't actually spoken to her in a few years-" he was cut off by Wheezie announcing, "since he got her pregnant." The only sound that was heard was his dad's utensils clattering to the ground and his step mother choking on her wine. 

"Rafe, is that true?" His mouth opened, words trying to form however he only sat there like a fish out of water. "You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?" His father yelled, standing up at his spot.

"That's the issue dad I wasn't thinking!" He screamed back at Ward, standing up from his spot as well. "Both of you knock it off! Rafe, when did you find out she...she was pregnant?" Rose asked, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"3 years ago..." He trailed off, thinking about how badly things between them ended. Ward loudly exhaled as Rose took the napkin from her lap and wiped her mouth. "I expect you to go over to her house tomorrow and speak to her about this." 

He simply nodded his head as his parents walked away from the table. Wheezie pursued her lips together picking at the food on her plate. Rafe walked up into his room and threw himself onto his bed, a million thoughts running through his head.

The Next Day

You were watching Y/C/N play with her stuffed animals, giggling and cooing at the elephant one she's had since she was a baby. She was an energetic little one that wasted no time in draining your battery, but you would do anything for her. 

Your family was rather supportive when they found out you were pregnant, shocked nonetheless, but they knew you were frantic and needed any help you could get. Your mom or dad would come over to watch her when you didn't get any sleep for multiple days straight. Your sister donated you toys from when she had her kids. The only thing missing from people helping out was your baby's father.

You knew Rafe was the father of your baby. He was the only person you had any sort of intimacy with. The moment you thought you were pregnant, everything went fuzzy. You prayed you weren't, you were only a junior in high school and Rafe was a senior. You didn't want to have to leave the school and have rumors about you spread like wildfire. But you also knew Rafe couldn't bare to have the truth spread about him getting someone younger pregnant.

When you took the test, you nearly threw up then and there. You had no idea of how to tell him that he was the father. You knew he was too young, you knew he wouldn't want to have that burden on his chest, but you told him anyway. And that's when everything went even more downhill. 

He left after hesitating for a moment his final words being, "I'm sorry." Since then you woke up by yourself, each day your stomach slowly getting bigger and bigger. Your hormones raging, one minute you would be crying because you were alone, the next minute you were angry because of how easy Rafe left you. 

The day you gave birth was the best thing that's ever happened to you, you had given birth to your beautiful daughter, but had to cut the umbilical cord by yourself and had no signature for the father on her birth certificate. 

These memories slip your mind when your front doorbell rings. You keep and eye on your girl as you open the front door. Your heart immediately feels like it drank 20 cups of coffee, your heartbeat beginning to pound. "Rafe?" Your mouth failed to fully enunciate the syllables in his name.

"Hi Y/N..." He wanted to get down on his knees and just apologize as loudly as he could, but he was frozen in his spot. "Listen I have to say this because right now I honestly feel like puking not gonna lie. I am so... here I go. I am so fucking sorry I didn't stay. I'm so sorry I didn't take care of you, help you, be the boyfriend you needed me to be. I ran like the fucking coward I am, and I know there's no way I can take back these 3 years of not being here, and I know there's no way me saying sorry will heal anything, but fuck I want you to know how truly sorry I am and I accept that I fucked up horribly. To both you and your child."

You stared down at the ground before muttering, "I raised our daughter, by myself... but she's your child too you know." You knew he was sorry, you knew he was terrified when you told him. He was a teenager, he had his whole life ahead of him and he wasn't ready for this kind of responsibility. You don't blame him, you see the reason why he ran, you just wish he didn't.

His ears perked up at your phrase, he  nervously ran his hand through his hair, "do- do you think I can see..." he slowly trailed off, hoping you would catch on. You bit down harshly on your lip before inviting him inside your house.

You sat down on the couch as Rafe slowly walked in. "Come here Y/c/n!" Your daughter giggled loudly as she waddled over to your spot. You easily picked her up and sat her down on your thigh, softly bouncing it up and down. Rafe sat across from you and your child, his eyes not believing the sight in front of him. She truly looked like a mini version of you.

Y/c/n started mumbling a bunch of words that didn't make sense together, until she asked the question, "who dis?" Your voice got high pitched as you said, "this is daddy!" Rafe smiled brightly at the sound of that, his daughter giggled loudly as her eyes widened. "Daddy?!" 

"Yeah! Hey baby girl, wow you're beautiful. You look just like your mama." Y/c/n crawled out of your lap and plopped herself right onto his. One of her hands reached up and began to play with his hair, the other held on tightly to his index finger. 

Your eyes began to water at the interaction between the two, wishing that he was there since the beginning. "God Y/N... I'm so sorry for everything. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize what I was missing out on. I know it's so late but I will do anything and everything I can to take care of you both and love you both unconditionally."

The corners of your mouth tugged up as a tear rolled down your cheek. "Welcome to the family, Cameron."

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[fablesrose]

Tell Me a Story 4 (Finale)

Summary: Finally, Chuck is out of the picture. Happily ever after, right? Looks like we’re taking a detour.

Word Count: 1,837

Pairing: fbi!dean x mafia!reader

Square Filled: Mutual Pining

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A/n: SURPRISE! I’m posting this a day early because I wanted to. Final chapter to Tell Me a Story! All of them have corresponded with @girl-next-door-writes​ Make Me Feel Bingo. Thank you all for reading!

“I still can’t believe they did this to you!”

“I can.”

“I mean, you helped take down Chuck! A highly wanted crime lord! They can’t do this!”

“Dean, you and I both know they very well can,” I readjusted the plastic phone against my ear as Dean looked angrily at me through the glass.

“You shouldn’t be in prison.” He tapped at the table subconsciously.

I shrugged, “Nothing either of us can do. They connected me to some other unsolved crimes, getting Chuck reduced my sentence by quite a bit though, so there’s that.”

He nodded, knowing I was right, but still angry.

I looked him over and bit at the inside of my lip, “You kind of robbed me, you know that?”

“Hmm?”

“You look good in a suit.”

He smiled beautifully, though I could see some blush on his ears, “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Oh yeah,” I gestured to my jumpsuit, “because prison orange is totally my color right?”

He laughed, “I meant for the circumstances.”

“Suuurrreee...” I smiled teasingly at him. “You back at the FBI?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Got any new cases with hot girls?”

“No, but if I did they wouldn’t compare to you.”

“That’s hilarious,” I tried to hide my blush, but I was sure it wasn’t working very well.

“You holding up okay in there? Your shoulder okay?”

“Dean, we talked about this, that was months ago, my shoulder is fine. I’m bored out of my mind most of the time. What am I supposed to do if I’m not getting into knife fights with teenagers?” I giggled at him and he joined in.

“Yeah, okay, okay.” Dean turned as a guard tapped his shoulder, “Alright, visiting hours are now over, I get it.”

I glanced around and saw that we were the last ones left.

Dean placed his hand on the glass, “Hang in there, okay Angel?”

I smiled and placed my hand on his on my side of the barrier, “You got it Hot Shot.”

I didn’t get many visitors. Dean came the most often. Eventually Dean talked to Sam and told him that I was here. We caught up for a couple of visits. He’s really happy. He also told me that his wife doesn’t enjoy the thought of him coming to a prison frequently, which I don’t blame her, so he only comes occasionally.

“You know, Meg calls me sometimes.”

“At the FBI?” I was confused and impressed at the same time. She really did like Dean.

“Yeah, it’s always from a pay phone. She asks about you. If you’re okay.”

I blinked, “I… I was not expecting that.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I didn’t either.”

“Why don’t you tell her to stop by if she’s so worried about me next time she calls?”

“I will.”

It seemed Meg never took me up on my offer, but Dean did say that she and the boys sent their love when he told her. That’s okay though, I wouldn’t want to see what the inside of a prison looks like either.

I did, however get an unexpected, though not unwanted, visitor.

“Castiel! It’s so good to see you!”

“Hello Y/n.” He had the usual look on his face: tired, serious, slightly confused.

I shifted to a more comfortable position in my highly uncomfortable chair, “So how’s the city all mafia free?”

He sighed,  “I wish that were true. The Fallen are still running around. A name has been in the rumors of who’s taken over. A Rowena.”

“Damn, I thought she was dead.”

“So you know her?” He leaned forward extremely interested.

I leaned back, “She won’t cause you too much trouble. She was in very close relations with Crowley. She’ll help build the city back up, maybe even get somethings legal.” I paused to think, “At least, that’s what she would have done when I knew her. It’s been a while, and I don’t plan on meeting up with her again.”

Cas’ shoulders slumped a little bit, “Hmm...”

“At least you’re not bored.”

He rubbed his eyes with one hand, “I wish that were true too.”

I smirked, “Awe, don’t tell me that you missed me.”

“I won’t.”

“Well, I missed our little talks too.” I smiled at him, trying to show him I was sincere. “Speaking of little talks, have you talked to Meg since I’ve been gone?”

He mumbled something.

“Hmm?”

“I said no, she’s in the mob Y/n!”

“I was in the mob and you talked to me.”

“This is different and you know it.”

I knocked on the glass, “Come on Cas! You need a little creativity and fluidity in your stiff life. Bring some joy. I think Meg can do that. She likes you, you like her, and don’t tell her I told you or else she will break in here just to kill me. That is highly classified.”

“Maybe you’re right,” he kept his eyes on the table, softly scratching at it.

“You’re a good man Cas, remember that.”

He didn’t comment on that, but raised his head suddenly with a burst of confused energy, “Speaking of classified, why didn’t you tell me that you were working to take Chuck out of power.”

I looked at him sympathetically, “I think you know why Cas.”

“I would have helped you.”

“I know.”

“You know, I think we would have been friends, in another life. If you believe in that sort of thing.”

“What are we not friends now?”

His smile made his eyes crinkle, “We would have been good friends, close friends. Not separated by lines.”

“How ‘bout the new life when I get out of here huh? Would we be friends then?”

“Well that depends, are you going to live a good life?”

I exaggeratedly concentrated, “I don’t know yet. I still have time to think about it though, don’t I?”

He laughed, “Yeah, I guess you do.” We just looked at each other for a moment, wondering what was next. “You’re a good woman, Y/n. I hope you know that.”

I bit my lip before giving him a half smile, “Thanks for stopping by Cas. See you again?”

He stood up with a teasing look on his face and said before he hung up the phone, “I’ll think about it.”

The days slowly ticked by. While these various conversations were heaven sent, they only took up so much of my time, and there were only so many days people could come and talk. And there were only so many people who would.

In my down time I ended up picking up a pen. Making stories was strangely soothing. It was a place where I could do what ever I want, be what ever I wanted to be. I started to see why Chuck liked them so much. We’re all just trying to escape.

I swear I was starting to become a romantic. Dean stopped by and as a lull in the conversation came, I traced his face with my eyes. Every line, every inch. His facial hair was a short scruff, but well kept. The annoyingly bright artificial lights reflected off his skin and made his eyes sparkle. This man was going to be the death of me.

For a moment, but only that, I thought he might have been doing the same to me, but then he swallowed and looked at the table for a second before breaking the silence. “I got assigned to a case so I’m going to be busier.”

I nodded in understanding, “Congrats, I miss- I’ll miss you.”

He smiled softly, waiting for me to cover his hand on the glass, “I’ll miss you too.”

The last couple of months of my sentence were quiet. Dean didn’t come by as much, if at all. I wasn’t sure if time was moving faster or slower, if it even existed. Then, out of nowhere, they gave me my clothes and possessions, and told me I was free to go.

I walked out in the dress I was wearing to court, I probably should have worn heels, but I was stubborn and had worn boots with it instead. As I walked through the doors the warm sun hit my face and I took a moment to breathe the fresh air as a free woman.

As I walked toward the gate I saw a familiar man leaning against the fence. I was delighted to see that he was wearing my favorite suit, and it looked even better on him out in the open and not through the dingy glass in the prison. I could tell it was tailored to him, going the extra mile in flattering his figure.

“Hey Hot Shot.”

He pushed himself off the fence making it clang against itself as he locked eyes with me, “Hey Angel.”

We walked toward each other until we were face to face, “And what are you doing here?”

“I figured you could use a ride.”

I smiled and snuck a glance at his car, “Is that all?”

He sighed and looked up at the sky before looking back at me, as if he was hyping himself up for something, “No… I also wanted to say something that I’ve been wanting to for a long time.”

I bit my lip, wondering if I should get my hopes up I whispered, “What would that be?”

He took a step closer, “That I love you.” His hands reached out and grabbed my arms as if making sure I was really here.

I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face, “Why didn’t you say it earlier?”

“Because then I couldn’t do this,” he pulled me closer and dipped his head towards mine, “may I?”

“I’ve been waiting too long for this for you to stop now.” I met him where he was which seemed to surprise him slightly.

My hand traveled up until it was running through his hair. My other hand rested on his shoulder to give me some stability. His hands left my arms and found their way to my waist where he could pull me closer.

He was firm and eager like he had waited too long too. He nibbled on my lip to which I let out a moan before softly pulling away.

“I love you too.”

He kissed my cheek gently, “You know, ever since that ally way I’ve been wondering what those noises sounded like for real.”

I laughed and shoved him playfully, “Is that so!”

He laughed with me and grabbed my waist with one arm to lead me toward his car, “Yeah… I hope you haven’t been too bored in there without my company.”

“Oh, I’ve managed. I actually took up writing to fill up my time. Knights in shining armor, villains with a cause.”

“That sounds very interesting.”

I huffed lightly, “So what made you make the stupid decision of loving me?”

He smiled and paused to give me one more loving kiss.

“Come on Angel, let me tell you a story.”

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[novanekoma]

I miss you

pt 2: here

 ☼ I miss you

☼ tetsuro kuroo x reader

☼ song: Betty by Taylor Swift

☼ summary: main lyric of inspiration: I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything, but I know I miss you

☼ status: ongoing, maybe? I have an idea of doing one from the reader’s pov, if anyone is interested

☼ genre: angst, teenage love,

☼ warnings: mentions of cheating, cursing, some slight suggestive themes, hints of cliché moments 

☼ word count: 3.1k

☼ disclaimer: haikyuu, the music and any other assets used in this fic, DO NOT belong to me, all credit goes to their respective owners

☼ A/N: So… as I was working on finishing the first part of always you, taylor swift released a new surprise album and I cannot get the song betty out of my head! it just squeezes my heart and is absolutely breathtaking. Especially when I found out that cardigan and august are linked to this song, I immediately got an idea for this fic and I was going back and forth between whether I wanted to write it about bakugo or kuroo, but in the end my main squeeze kuroo won. I hope if you take a chance and read this, that you enjoy it!

Also thank you to all the new followers! I appreciate everyone who has liked and reblogged always you ☼ I will have the first part up soon!

© novanekoma 2020

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"God y/n, I don't know how it happened I- I-"

"Kuroo-"

"Please, you have to know I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."

"I know you are, but right now, in this moment, it's just not enough."

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           betty, I won’t make assumptions            about why you switched your homeroom, but            I think it’s cause of me

            Kuroo let out a small sigh, the ticking clock of the classroom echoing louder in his ears as each minute passed. The teacher droned on about something that he couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to, he was passing with flying colours anyway. Instead, his focus was on the empty desk by the window a row in front of him. A newly empty desk, one that had previously been filled by a certain someone. A memory of you sitting there, turning back to smile at him during class flashed in his mind.

            His hand slipped into his pocket to bring out the photo that had been by his side for the last couple months. The photo was slightly withered, his index finger moving to play with the crease forming at the bottom of the polaroid. A little caption scrawled underneath in your handwriting,  July 13th kuroo x y/n; you with an elated smile across your face as he pressed into your side, an arm thrown around your shoulder as he leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek. He remembered the way you giggled and the pretty red blush that spread across your cheeks as he stole more kisses from you that day.

          betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard          when I passed your house            it’s like I couldn’t breathe

           The bell was what broke him from his thoughts, the piercing shriek that indicated that class was over, and thankfully so was the school day. Kuroo quickly packed up his things, carefully placing the photo back into his pocket, before slinging his bag over his shoulder. He tried to leave the class as quick as possible, being one of the first out of the classroom- and his breath caught in his throat once he made it into the hallway. His eyes quickly spotted you coming out of your new classroom, naturally being drawn to where you were. You were laughing at something one of your friends was saying as you exited the classroom, completely missing him, or ignoring him, as you continued down the hallway.

           you heard the rumors from Inez            you can’t believe a word she says           most times, but this time it was true           the worst thing that I ever did           was what I did to you

           His heart clenched as his eyes followed you, memories of you walking down that same hallway with your hand entwined with his as you planned your weekend together flashed through his mind, the little dimples on the apples of your cheeks deepening as you smiled at him was the image he was stuck on as you disappeared around the corner.

           Coming around that same corner was her, memories of secret meetings and tangled bedsheets bubbled up, God what an idiot he had been. He shook his head, hand clenched in anger as he thought back to where it all went wrong. Kuroo quickly turned on his heel before she noticed him and made a break for the gym where volleyball practice was being held.

           Shouts of, “Kuroo!” echoed as he walked into the gym, his team already beginning to warm up as he made his way toward the change rooms. He used to love this place, being here and practicing new plays with the team, but the gym was also where you two went to steal a moment alone together. Memories of stolen kisses and make out sessions locked in the storage room, sweet words and laughter rang through his mind as a familiar warmth that always came with thoughts of you spread through his very soul.

           betty, I know where it all went wrong            your favourite song was playing            I was nowhere to be found            I hate the crowds, you know that            plus, I saw you dance with him

           The memory that hit him the hardest was the moment he almost let you slip away, it happened here in the gym during one of the Nekoma vs. Karasuno practice games where their captain Daichi, started flirting with you. He could recall the exact moment he saw you two together, you were collecting a stray nekoma ball when Daichi caught your attention. Kuroo remembered the way he tensed when he saw the dimpled smile that was usually reserved for him being used on the brunette male as he made you laugh and stood closer to you than Kuroo was comfortable with. Kuroo ran a hand down his face, letting out a deep breath as he shoved open the door to the locker room.

           Tying his volleyball shoes up in the change room was Kenma, his best friend, who was surprisingly on time for practice. As Kuroo got ready for practice, the tactical pudding head scrutinized his best friend.

           “You’re still thinking about y/n.”

           It wasn’t a question, Kenma could already see it in Kuroo’s eyes. He knew his best friend like the back of his hand and there was a hidden anguish in Kuroo’s calculating gaze. The darker haired boy didn’t say anything, which only confirmed the blonde’s statement.

           Kenma sighed, blonde hair falling over his face as he stood, “You fucked up.”

           The older boy harshly put his gym shirt on as a glare was sent Kenma’s way, “I think I fucking know that,” Kuroo spit, not meaning to get so angry with his friend, but god he knew, he fucking knew how much he messed up. Every time he thought about it, all he wanted to do was rip his hair out in the frustration that came along with it.

           There was a moment of silence as the two stared at one another.

           “Now that you’ve processed it, what are you going to do about it?”

           Kuroo sighed, plopping down on one of the benches, his head falling back and hitting the wall behind him as his eyes closed.

           “What the fuck can I do? y/n won’t even look at me, let alone talk to me,” he muttered. Not that he could blame you, if the roles were reversed… he moved an arm to cover his eyes as his heart clenched again. He would not let the tears out here, not before he had to run practice.

           Kuroo felt movement beside him and looked only to confirm that Kenma came to sit next to him.

           “You fucked up, badly, but that doesn’t make you a bad person.”

           Kuroo laughed scathingly, “Then what kind of person does that make me?” he muttered sarcastically.

           “One that made a mistake,” Kenma started, “One that’s sorry. One that has learned from his huge fuck up, but is about to let the best thing that’s ever happened to him slip away because he's not willing to fight for them.”

           Kuroo didn’t answer, not willing to fight? After what I did, I don’t deserve to.

           Another beat of silence.

           “You know, y/n is throwing a party for all the third years, one last welcome back party since you’re all graduating. ”

           Kuroo peeked an eye out, but all he saw was the blonde boy leaving the change room.

           but if I showed up at your party            would you have me? would you want me?            would you tell to go fuck myself            or lead me to the garden?

           in the garden, would you trust me            if I told you it was just a summer thing?            I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything            but I know I miss you

           The scheming captains thought’s began to circulate, what if… god there were so many. He shook his head, composing himself before leaving the change room; he just missed you so fucking much.

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           Lately, the walk home was always the worst for Kuroo, before you quit being the manager, (which he knew was his fault), this would be a walk you would take together. Kenma lagging behind as he usually did while playing a game as the two of you walked a little bit ahead, laughing and making jokes with one another as you walked hand in hand, stealing a kiss every so often as you paused to cross a street or wait for Kenma to catch up. The pure love and adoration that he would bask in, knowing you saw the same thing reflected in his own gaze.

           Of course, it had to be on this walk where things went wrong.

           I was walking home on broken cobblestones            just thinking of you when she pulled up like            a figment of my worst intention            she said “James, get in, let’s drive” those days turned into nights            slept next to her, but I dreamt of you all summer long

           A different set of lips moving in synch with his, a different pair of hands roaming his form as they tumbled in her sheets. Never going too far, just far enough. Lithe fingers running through his dark hair, tugging on the long strands, moaning his name as he peppered kisses along her neck, the bite marks he left on her skin as she left angry red scratches down his back. The guilt of what he was doing to you pushed further into his mind as she kissed down his chest, leaving her own marks to claim him as hers, even though he belonged to you.

           As he lay on his bed, Kuroo roughly wiped the tears that fell from his eyes. The picture of the two of you clutched to his chest as he stared up at the ceiling. Not stopping the thoughts that infiltrated his mind, the sinful things he did toher when he was supposed to be loving you. They tore it his heart bit by bit as he thought about all the times, each day he allowed himself to sink further into the betrayal. He was just as disgusted with himself now.

           Even with those thoughts, he fucking missed you. The memories he wanted to remember were the ones of you kissing his neck, pressing the sweetest kiss on the spot just under his ear, the one you knew drove him absolutely insane. His hands running down your form, memorizing every curve and dip of your body as you pressed closer to him, arms tightening around his neck as your lips moved in perfect chemistry. The way you would arch into him whenever he pressed a kiss to the center of your collarbone, leaving little love bites as he trailed the skin up to your neck

           Kuroo threw his arm over his eyes again, letting the tears slip out.

           He missed you so fucking much, he missed the way you laughed at his science jokes while you studied together, he missed the way you bit your lip in concentration as you tried to solve a problem and the way you would get so focused you barely processed what was happening around you. He missed the way you held out your hand from him whenever you walked somewhere together, the way your fingers fit perfectly with his. The way you turned red when you walked hand in hand to the gym for practice and the whole team would tease you, no matter how many times it happened. That pretty red blush spreading across your cheeks, your dimples deepening as you smiled up at him, only causing the teasing to get louder when he would lean down to kiss you, because you looked too damn cute not to.

           He missed the way you would cuddle up next to him as you watched movies, the reactions you had when certain scenes flashed across the screen. He missed how the two of you would play games together with Kenma, the way your brow furrowed whenever you tried to make a tarantula island, and the triumphant grin that graced your lips whenever you caught one, your eyes shining as they caught his, practically vibrating with happiness and excitement.

           He missed the way the two of you would just lay together, talking about everything and nothing all at once, you tucked into his side so perfectly as your hands lay together on his chest. Your head tucked under his neck as you talked about the future and all the thing you were going to be and do together. The way you kissed him sweetly and told him to get home safe, watching from your window until he disappeared down the street because you wanted to make sure he was okay walking home.

           A person who is going to let the best thing that’s ever happened to him slip away…  

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           “You look fine.”  

           Kenma didn’t even look up as he continued to play a game on the switch, his dark eyes trained on the screen. Kuroo ran a hand through his hair, taking one last look in the mirror before looking at the blonde on his bed.

           Kuroo let out a breath, “I’m ready.”

           Was he really about to do this? Today was the day for the welcome back party, Yaku and Kai were already there. They sent text of encouragement and let him know there was a rumor going around that the Karasuno third years would also make an appearance.

           Kenma nodded his head, looking up from his game to meet Kuroo’s eyes, “Then get going.”

          betty, I’m here on your doorstep          and I planned it out for weeks now            but it’s finally sinkin’ in            betty, right now is the last time            I can dream about what happens when            you see my face again

           “Tetsu! Stop!” You were laughing as he brushed his fingers over your waist, tickling your sides and making tears of laughter stream down your face as you tried to push him off.

           “Sorry? Keep going? If you insist,” he teased, digging his hands into your sides even more, causing hysterical laughter to fall from your lips. Your stomach was hurting from laughing so much, your face pink with mirth as you reached up to place your hands on his chest in a weak attempt to push him off. The grin on his face matched yours and when you reached up and swiftly tugged his face forward, successfully stopping his tickling attempts in order to kiss the breath right out of you. Only for you to turn the tables and flip him onto his back.

           “I think I won that round,” you said, grinning proudly down at him as you straddled his waist, knees on either side of him.

           He laughed, “I don’t know kitten, from this position, I think I’m the real winner here,” moving his hands onto your waist and squeezing your hips as if that proved his point.

           Your face immediately went beet red and Kuroo took the time to memorize the expression on your face, the smile you had on despite the blush you were trying to control. He loved when you were flustered, that he could make you feel that way, you were the cutest thing…

           “Tetsu!”

           You laughed against his lips, his arms had snuck around and tugged you down towards him so he could kiss you again.

           “I love you Tetsu”

           “You have my entire heart y/n”

           Each step toward your house, each thought, each memory of you, fueled Kuroo’s resolve. Thoughts of you swirling in his mind, he knew he had to at least try, you meant more to him than he could describe.  

          the only thing I wanna do          is make it up to you

           God, he could imagine it now, the best possible outcome. Apologizing to you, grovelling, explaining and doing everything in his power to show how much he loved you, wanted you. He would do anything and everything in his power to show you that he wanted your forgiveness, that he would work every single day to get your trust back, to earn the right to call you his again. You were worth that, he knew that now more than anything.

           “Hey Tetsu,”

           He hummed his response, arm tightening his hold around your waist as you leaned back in his chest.

           “What do you want to do after graduation?”

           “As long as your there, I don’t care”

           You twisted to give him another dimpled smile, “Sap,” he could hear the love in your teasing tone.

           What he wouldn’t give to be able to go back.

           so I showed up at your party            yeah, I showed up at your party

           He could see your house coming into view, lights on and the faintest sound of music playing through the streets.

           yeah, I showed up at your party            will you have me? will you love me?

           His heart beat faster as he got closer, his mind racing at the thought of all the possibilities of what could happen. His feet carrying him up the path towards the familiar porch where he would kiss you goodbye until he could see you again.

           will you kiss me on the porch          in front of all your stupid friends?            if you kiss me will it be just like I dreamed it?            will it patch your broken wings?            I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything            but I know I miss you

           His breath caught in his throat as he reached the door. This was it, there was no turning back. He took a moment to collect himself, breathing, ignoring the music and the people he could clearly hear on the other side of the door. Picturing your face on the other side of the door, running through his apology, again and again, practicing once more what he would say when he saw you. He reached a hand up and pressed the doorbell, the sound vibrating through his nervous form.

         standing in your cardigan          kissin’ in my car again          stopped at a streetlight          you know I miss you…

           “Kuroo?“

#haikyuu #haykyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro angst #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq #haikyuu angst #hq kuroo #songfic #hq!! x reader #kuroo x y/n #haikyuu x reader

[lumos-solemn]

Potty & Wheezy

Summary : Harry Potter has kissed Ginny Weasley, the sister of his best friend and when the rumors spread about Harry Potter kissing a Weasley, People couldn't help but wonder how did they not see that coming considering Harry Potter always hang out with Ronald Weasley. {Hinny}

Before your Read : This drabble is set in an alternate universe where Harry is just a normal teenage wizard who is friends with Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger and is doing his sixth year at Hogwarts. He is neither the boy who loved nor the chosen one.

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"Ha..Harrryy...!!", Ginny's hoarse voice ringed in Harry's ears as he trailed down her neck peppering soft kisses there.

"Hmm..", He hummed in response as he stood straight and caught her lips again before pulling her more into him if that was possible. Gosh, She missed her! With Ron hanging out with him all the time, They scarcely had some time to spent alone. All those quick pecks he received when he is alone for a second didn't do any good on him.

"Haa..rry..Stopp..", Ginny pulled away as Harry groaned. She looked at him and saw his eyes full of desire and felt guilty.

"I have to leave..!!", She spoke as if getting angry on herself.

"What? Why..?", He asked frustration clearly visible on his face but still holding her tightly in his arms. "Ron won't be back any time soon. And Hermione's in library."

"No..!!I have to study. Its O.W.L.S. Hermione has arranged a time table for me and I am supposed to see her right now!", She sighed.

Harry was really getting angry now. They scarcely spent time together since he asked her out during the first weeks of his 6th year. Since, James and Lily had to go for a secret mission, Harry spent most of his summer in the burrow and kind of developed an odd friendship with Ginny especially because of her Quidditch skills. Not that, they weren't friends before. But his feelings for her were entirely elder brotherly till that summer. He always saw her as his best friend's little sister. But as she started spenting more time with him by playing Quidditch, he couldn't help but notice how his heart beated faster when she is near or how he felt goosebumps when she smiles at him. After so many negotiations about considering his feelings, He finally found nerve to ask her out when they got an alone time.

"We hardly get to spent time together! You cannot do this when we finally find some time alone.", He tried to keep his anger in control not ready to ruin the moment.

"We would have if you just found the nerve to tell my stupid brother about us!", Ginny spat back. It was clear she was frustrated too. He wanted to tell Ron but he was afraid of risking their friendship.

"After seeing his reaction when you were dating Michael? I don't think so!", Harry spoke.

Ginny sighed, "Its different. Ron never liked him. But you! You are is best mate-"

"And how will he feel when he finds out his best mate has been snogging his sister all this while behind his back?", He asked.

"So you are never going to tell him that? We have to do this for our whole lifetime?", Ginny didn't even try to hide her anger. Harry knew Ginny's temper well enough to know that it is not to meddle with.

"No..No..I will..I will tell him tomorrow. Okay?", He asked softly and saw Ginny smiling at him too.

"Anyhow, I have to leave now Harry! Hermione must be waiting for me.", She spoke sadness definitely visible on her voice.

Harry nodded and she turned to give him one last kiss before leaving. The moment her lips touched his, Harry felt the world spinning. It was always like this. She can make him go wild just with a small kiss and he didn't complain.

"Potty and Wheezy...!!Ehhee..Kissie Kissie...!!", They jumped apart hearing the voice and found Peeves hovering above them with a smug expression.

"PEEVES...!!!!", Harry never felt more hatred towards Peeves than now. Why does everyone want to ruin his moment?

"Harry, I am leaving!", Ginny said and he saw her leave with a swish of her hair before adjusting her dress one last time. Harry let his shoulder fell and walked towards his common room. He saw Peeves zooming out muttering something which he didn't bother to listen. Ron wouldn't be back from his detention. And Hermione must be waiting for Ginny in the library. Sulking he approached the fat lady, "Balderdash!", He said and she swung open.

He walked into the room and saw, to his amusement, Hermione sitting on her usual spot with some parchments in her hand.

"Hermione?", Harry called her out and she looked up from the parchment. He was about to ask about Ginny when he suddenly remembered he shouldn't be so stopped himself and fell on the chair near her.

"Where have you been Harry?", She asked.

Harry looked at her, trying to find a convincing lie, "Huh..? Ahmm..Just taking a stroll. Nothing!", He tried to lie. Though she seemed not really satisfied, she asked, "Have you seen Ginny? I asked her to come so that so that we can study. Her O.W.L.S are nearing!",

"No..No..She must be in the library then if you asked her to come for studying!", He tried to sound innocent and it seemed Hermione took his suggestion.

"Right! Okay Harry. See you later.", She stood up taking the parchments and left.

Harry was sitting alone there. He saw some of his classmates and a few other students sitting there completing homework and chatting. Harry too took his essays thinking of completing it but nothing came into his mind except him kissing Ginny in a lone place with no one to disturb. So, He put away his essays and decided to go to bed though it is a little early. Also, he have to find a way to tell Ron about him the next day.

The sun was bright and Harry struggled to open his eyes as the sunlight peeped into the room. It is Sunday and they had no classes. Harry's hand travelled to his bedside table to find his glasses and put it on. He finally managed to sit straight and saw Ron already sitting looking like just woke up.

"Gummong..!", Harry muttered yawning and stretching himself.

"Good Morning!", Ron said back.

"How did the detention go?", He asked remembering the previous day.

"Couldn't be worse!", Ron said sulking.

"Why? What happened?"

"I had to arrange old stacks of files with Filch Harry! How can that possibly go fine?"

Harry fought back a grin seeing his expression and got out of the bed followed by Ron.

When they reached the great hall, There was a whole lot of murmuring. People were looking at them and was giggling. Ron and Harry exchanged some glances and shrugged not having any idea what was going on. They settled themselves on the Gryffindor table when they saw Hermione coming towards them. She finally took a seat beside Ron and smiled brightly at them.

"Is there any new matter going on?", She asked observing their surroundings and seeing people murmur about it.

Ron shrugged helping himself with some toast and Harry spoke, "No idea! It must be some really good one seeing People murmur like this."

Hermione nodded and then she looked again, "Harry! I think it has something to do with us. They are looking at us and giggling!", She pointed out and when Harry and Ron looked around, they couldn't help but feel a little conscious about themselves.

"Buthwatvedn", Ron spoke, his mouth full of food and when Hermione looked at him pointly, he gulped it hard and spoke, "But what have we done?"

"I don't know! There must be something!"

Harry saw Ginny moving past them and saw her giving him a mischievous smile which confused him more. He saw her taking a seat a little away from them and Luna accompanied her.

They saw Dean and Seamus coming to them with a smug expression and plopped themself beside them. "Congragulations..!!", They said looking at him and Ron and both gave a confused smile at them.

"I have always wondered this possiblity but was never sure!", Dean said and looked at Harry mischievously.

"We are so happy for you Bro! But try to keep things low, you know..we are sharing the dormitory too!", Seamus spoke sniggering.

Both Harry and Ron shared a look! Hermione looked between them and then her eyes suddenly widened as she clasped a hand to her mouth.

Harry looked at her, "What? What's going on?", He said looking at them.

"What do you mean to keep it low?", Ron asked following Harry.

"Harry? Ron? Is it..is it true?", Hermione asked them quietly choosing the words cautiously.

Harry was going frustrated, "What is true? What's going on?"

"You and Ron?", Hermione spoke after a while looking at him and Ron.

"Me and Harry what?", Ron asked who is clearly offended by People's behaviour.

"Uhm.....You..both.. dating?", Hermione asked.

It took some time for Harry and Ron to sink in what she was saying and the moment it did, Both broke into laughter much into the confusion of the other three.

"Me and Ron?", Harry asked in between laughter.

"Seriously?", Ron asked following him.

"Who put that idea into your head?", Harry asked.

"Some fifth year Ravenclaw told me. You guys were kissing yesterday!", Dean said and Harry who was drinking water splattered the whole water into his plate.

"What?", He asked looking at them.

"Well, I heard something like that when I was going to library last night. Peeves were shouting something like Potty and Wheezy kissie and all. I thought I misheard it then.", She said looking between them.

Harry had an idea what is going on and tried to find a convincing lie but his mind was blank.

"So you guys were not?", Seamus asked looking at them.

"No...!! Its rubbish. I was at detention with Filch yesterday. How can I kiss Harry?", Ron asked.

"So the whole students are thinking we both are a couple now?", Harry asked.

"Yeah, It seems so!", Dean shrugged.

"But..But why did you think like that? Me and Harry? Have you lot lost your senses?"

"Well, You cannot blame them for that!", Seamus said.

"What do you mean?", Harry asked.

"Hmm..You and Ron were best friends since first year. You both are always together. You won't let anyone say bad about each other. So...You know?", Dean shrugged!

"What? But Hermione's also always with us. Why did she not in this?", Ron asked.

"Who said she is not in there? You three are always a piece of gossip in this school, mate!", Seamus chuckled. "Its just that you guys don't know it!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and then at Hermione who was thinking something so hard! "Hermione?", Ron called her out.

"Where are you?", Harry asked.

"Huh? Nothing..I was just wondering if Harry and Ron weren't kissing"- Ron snorted- "then Why would Peeves say like that?", She asked and Harry's face went white as ghost. This is it. There's no escape. Hermione will find out now and soon will Ron. He felt his throat damaged. Hermione looked at Harry and maybe seeing his face like that, her eyes widened and she clasped her hand to her mouth looking at him.

Ron looked between them and then suddenly his expression changed as if someone dropped a bomb on his head. Harry looked at Ron trying to make an apologetic face but Ron was sitting still.

"Ron?", Harry called out somehow managing to find his voice. Maybe sensing it, Ginny came towards them and sat beside Harry. Ron's eyes travelled from Harry to Ginny. Dean and Seamus, who only grasped the thing now, looked at them wide eyed. Through the corner of his eyes, Harry saw Hermione sitting shocked looking at him and Ginny, her hand still clutched over her mouth.

"Ron..?", Harry called him out once more hoping to receive at least a groan but he was still looking at them as if calculating something in his mind so hard.

"Oh..Come off it Ron. I am old enough to decide my boyfriends!", Ginny intervened fed up of the drama and that finally knocked some sense into him as he spoke, "Since when?", He asked looking at Harry. Hermione was looking with fear now.

"Start of the term..", Harry answered. "But I can explain! I tried to think of every possiblity in which I can stop myself from looking her in that way and there were many, one of it, she being your sister but I couldn't. I really like her. I was going to tell you this today. I had no idea this will turn this way!", Harry tried to explain.

"Ron, You can't possibly blame Harry or me. And also you can't find any problem with this. He is your best mate!", Ginny tried to reason.

"But I didn't say anything!", Ron said his lips slowly twitching into a smile. Harry looked at him confused but suddenly heard a loud gasp and saw Hermione has finally removed her hand from her mouth and is beaming gleefully.

"That's alright Mate..!I kind of saw this coming!! But not this soon though!", He smiled.

"What?", Ginny asked in disbelief. "So, You are not gonna point out the different scenarios in which this can turn bad?"

Ron looked at her incredulously, "No..Hey! Harry is my best mate! Why should I say those?"

"So why did you behave like that?", Harry asked not being able to contain his smile.

Ron smirked, "Nothing gives you more pleasure than taking the Mickey out of your friend!"

Harry laughed and turned to Hermione who was literally jumping out of her seat and he couldn't help but chuckle at her, "Ooh..This is so exciting..!!", She said as she hugged Ginny.

"Congrats Harry!", Seamus said followed by Dean.

"Gotta go! But must say, You and Ron would have made a great couple though!", Dean winked at them and left leaving Ron and Harry looking at each other before bursting into laughter.

"Ron, What did you mean you saw this coming?", Ginny asked in between and Harry too looked at Ron curiously.

"Well, For the starter, You couldn't take off your eyes off my sister due to which you received 2 bludgers back to back during our practice!", Ron said and Harry felt himself going red while the others laughed off.

"Aww...!", Ginny said before kissing Harry softly.

"Whoa..whoa..!!", Ron's voice broke them apart. "I am alright with this and all okay? But not before me!"

Harry chuckled as he raised his eyebrows enquiringly at him. "How will you feel if I kissed Hermione in front of you? Huh?", Ron asked making Hermione go pink.

"Well, I don't mind you kissing Hermione which I think you should've done long before but yeah, not before me!", Harry winked at both of them and stood up before running taking Ginny's hand leaving a stunned Ron and Hermione. Both determined not to look at each other!

#harmione brotp #hinny #hinny romione #hinny au #romione #ron weasley #harry potter #hermione granger #ginny weasly #platonic rarry #rarry brotp #rarry #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts #jily lives #hp au #au

[pinky-the-elephant-room]

Heiwa Anthologies

Synopsis:  The Heiwa clan was engulfed in exaggerated rumors of being man eaters. But as years passed and the women continued to steal men from various clans, they were risking war. The Fire Daimyo stepped in to establish the rules for the clan. If they wanted a husband from a rival clan, they had to duel and win. These are the stories of the men that were challenged and of the women who were brave enough to do it. Thanks to @pinkbegonias​ for editing this for me <3.

Warning: Contains Original female characters, Explicit Smut, and pregnancy sex. Read at your discretion. DONT send hate for writing OCs I will not entertain it and I swear you will get blocked.

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In Fire Country, there were a variety of clans. First, there were the noble clans that were given land by the Fire Daimyo himself that included the Uchiha, Akimichi, Hyuuga, and of course the Senju. Everyone else was a minor clan that occupied the land, some of the those were exceptionally gifted and had their bloodlines that didn’t include a dojutsu like the Nara and the Hatake clan with their white chakra. But none of them were as strange as the Heiwa clan. They say that the clan came from a minor island from the oceans of the Country of Water. The rumors state they were wicked mermaids who became humans and had a thirst for human meat that’s why they settled in Fire country when their meat source became rare on their isolated island.

Tobirama didn’t know the truth behind these speculations, but what he did care about was the facts. The facts were the Heiwa clan was a clan of women. Nobody knew where they resided exactly, and their exact location was a mystery for decades. They didn’t have notable bloodline or any dojutsu that made them fearsome. No, what gained them notoriety was their habit of stealing men. Which is exactly what it sounds like. A hundred years ago the tales first spread like fire throughout the country about a ruthless kunoichi who had stolen away a member of a clan. And they never saw him again. Many had dismissed the claims because if a shinobi could get kidnapped by a woman of all things then he wasn’t a man from the start. But that was just the start. Men were kidnapped throughout the years, married, engaged, or spoken for it didn’t matter. If you were a man of marrying age you were a prime target. It caused strife throughout the regions, marriages that were formed for political connections lost their main source of reconciliation.

Now, this was an issue for minor clans or civilian nobles, but as far as he knew the women of Heiwa never tried to steal a member from one of the noble shinobi clans. Which is why he suspected they were able to get away for so long without repercussions. And then fifty years ago, a Daimyo declared that the women of Heiwa had a right to challenge any man for their hand. And if they won then the man was obligated to the mercy of the Heiwa clan. Many were shocked at the new ruling and many gossiped that this anonymous heir who became the new lord was actually one of the sons from the women of Heiwa. Why else would he rule in favor of such a bizarre clan?

Tobirama had to admit that if the previous Daimyo’s rumored origins were true then the Heiwa had pulled off a political scheme like no other. The Senjus didn’t really gamble amongst the nobles despite being nobles themselves. They were more warriors than anything, but even he realized that they solved their legitimacy issues without spilling any blood. If only the solutions were as simple for their ongoing war against the Uchiha. However, this ingenious law came with a price, no longer were the women allowed to steal any men they liked. First, they had to be unattached, of age, and any man with prior commitments was to be returned to their original clan.

Still, it was no loss to the clan, their reputation grew even more curious. There were tales of women having multiple male concubines along with their legal husbands. A village where only women ruled and no strange men were welcomed unless they were stolen. Again, he didn’t know if it was true and honestly, he didn’t care. They were just another clan in the country as long as they didn’t side with the Uchiha, he had no animosity against them.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the opinion of every other male. Recently the sightings of the women whispered about their exotic and out worldly beauty. It seemed like they didn’t just have women from the Fire Country, it appeared their clan was a melting pot. There were darker-skinned women like from the Country of Clouds but sported a Heiwa banner. It was a curious symbol involving a water lily, nothing that inspired fear. But then again with a name like Heiwa (peace) it wasn’t their intention in the first place. But back to the women, they gained a reputation of lewdness and beauty that gave them an aura of unattainableness. And so, among the men, it became a symbol of your worth to be challenged. And even better win and live to tell the tale. Last he heard a man from the Hatake clan that won became an overnight sensation. Whereas before he was just a foot soldier among his people, now nobles and clans from across countries were trying to build alliances with him. Regrettably, for him, the woman he defeated was so angry with him for entertaining the proposals she poisoned him and dragged his half-conscious body back to her clan. The Hatake clan still didn’t know whether their clansman was even alive.

Even among the Senju, there were quite a few teenage boys who would entertain the notions of being challenged. It was a romantic notion amongst a period that was filled with tragic losses and bloodstains. Tobirama didn’t want to burst their bubbles, he thought it was highly unlikely that the women would challenge any of the clans feuding right now. There were no records of Uchiha men or Senju men being confronted. Though, there was an Akimichi boy who had been recently reclaimed by his clan who stated he was permitted to seek out his father’s clan if he so chose. The Hyuuga on the other hand publicly denounced the Heiwa, calling them a clan of “whores”. Well, they didn’t exactly call them “whores” they were too sophisticated to stoop to such a level, but it was what they implied.

In Tobirama’s opinion, it was just a plot to dissuade any of the women from challenging Hyuuga men, they probably didn’t want the Byakugan in another clan’s hand. It worked because none of the Hyuuga men were challenged either.

As for himself, he liked the idea of being challenged. The thought that someone would entertain a duel with him without any consequences resulting in war was quite a revelation to him. But the thought of being married to a woman, well he didn’t know what to think of it honestly. Many of the Senju women described him as a Tundra wolf. He was beautiful and wild, but none wanted to get close fearing his temperament. Thus, he had limited experiences with women despite being of age for several years now. He didn’t entertain such thoughts either too busy trying to survive the war and protecting his people. Hell, due to his lack of interaction he couldn’t even safely say he liked women at all. The only women he constantly interacted with were Toka and Mito. And none of them were available to him. One was promised to one of his distant cousins and the other was infatuated with his anija.

So, in all except for the facts and reports he read of the Heiwa clan, Tobirama’s mind was occupied by things that took far more precedence than a clan he probably wouldn’t interact with.

But in hindsight, Tobirama really should have done his proper research. Because if he did, he probably wouldn’t be in this predicament right now.

It was a bright afternoon and the field was filled with wildflowers, not the type of setting you would have thought of that involved a bloody battlefield. But in a few hours, Uchiha and Senju alike surrounded the area, ready to fight to the death. Tobirama cut through his enemy, slaughtering Uchihas one by one. Until he happened upon his sworn enemy, Uchiha Izuna. It was a battle that felt like hours rather minutes. Both desperately trying to outmaneuver the other before Tobirama was finally able to get the jump on him.

“Water release! Water Severing Wave!” he called out as an enormous wave crashed down on the battlefield. The water’s collateral damage was headed towards the field were many Uchihas were fighting.

Tobirama looked around before he found a slouched Izuna on the ground, he quickly pulled out his sword to rush him. With adrenaline pumping, he didn’t hesitate to put an end to the collapsed man. However, just as he was finally about to make his move, out of sheer instincts he was able to dodge the jutsu aimed in his direction. Tobirama backflipped away, a few hundred feet away just as a bolt of lightning crashed down on the ground where he stood a minute ago. Since there was water everywhere, it acted as a perfect conductor for the lightning jutsu. Where the few men who survived his water jutsu stood, they now collapsed as they dealt with the voltage.

Tobirama watched with suspicious as a woman darted out from the forest and stood directly in front of him and Izuna. Was she here to protect him? She didn’t look like an Uchiha, what with her periwinkle hair though her dark eyes did resemble the enemy.

She pulled out a scroll and unfurled it. He felt his eyes widen when he recognized the clan symbol.

“Senju Tobirama, I Heiwa Daitan challenge you to a duel for your hand. Refuse and face the consequences of my clan and as well as the esteemed Daimyo,” she boldly called out her eyes blazing as if she dared him to deny her request.

Tobirama stood there more stupefied than he had ever been in all his 20 years of life. Vaguely, he heard the sounds of battle get quieter and quieter until he could only hear the sounds of his heavy breathing.

He took a few seconds to settle his labored breaths before he responded.

“Indeed. But can’t it wait? I was in the middle of an imperative battle,” he replied as he couldn’t help the tiny bit of sarcasm that seeped through.

The minuscule amount was enough to be apparent to the woman because her face grimaced with annoyance before she settled into a neutral expression.

“No. The contract states you have to honor my challenge anywhere and anytime. Unless you’re a person with no honor, Senju-sama?”

Tobirama narrowed his amber eyes at her. Of course, he had to oblige her now, she called his honor into question. He straightened his back and sheathed his sword.

“Fine, but we can’t fight here. Too much distraction, follow me.” He started swiftly running, not waiting to see if she was following or keeping up. In his opinion, she wasn’t worth the challenge if she couldn’t do as something as simple as adjusting to his pace.

As Tobirama left the field, he could see the astonished looks on both his clansmen and Uchiha alike. He scowled heavily when he heard his anija saying something moronic as usual.

“Woohoo! My ototo’s getting married!” Hashirama’s voice echoed throughout. He scoffed at that sentence, that’s only if the girl managed to beat him. Which he highly doubted she could.

Tobirama stopped a few miles away from their battlefield, another open grassland. Perfect for his overwhelming water jutsus that she’s can’t jump onto trees to get away from. He settled into a taijutsu stance and she pulled out a sword that covered itself in white chakra.

His eyebrows rose at the technique. Was she related to the Hatake clan? Perhaps the man who was stolen so long ago had lived long enough to father children. It seems like the battle will be harder than he thought, and he pulled out his sword. They waited for the other to make a move before they rushed at each other. Both traded blows in equal strength where Tobirama thought she would be overwhelmed by his strength. But it seemed the chakra surrounding the blade acted as a cushion and doubled her sword’s strength each time it met his katana.

They sparred for a couple of minutes; he could tell she was talented in kenjutsu enough to rival him. Growing tired of getting nowhere, Tobirama backed up and sheathed his katana. Pulling out a few shurikens, he tossed them her away to get some distance between the two.

Tobirama immediately flew through hand signs as he summoned a dragon. “Water Style! Water Dragon Jutsu!” The missile-shaped dragon raced to the woman as she quickly ran away to avoid its direct hit.

The fight continued as the girl feinted and continued to dodge his jutsus one after another. It occurred to him after the fourth time that she was avoiding him on purpose. Like how a stoat chases after a rabbit until the rabbit overcome with exhaustion collapses allowing the stoat to strike.

‘She purposely challenged me during a battle.’ He thought reluctantly.

The girl was cleverer than he previously imagined. She waited until the battle was almost finished as he was about to land the crucial hit on Izuna only to interrupt him and take advantage of the timing. How long had she been watching him fight before she pounced? Not only that she seemed to know the exact range of his attacks and predicted them perfectly before dodging them.

Tobirama smirked, that plan would have worked on anyone but him. Still, she did excellent preparing for an opponent she was outmatched by. Perhaps there was no need for severe injuries on either party, she had earned his respect and he would be merciful to her. He would allow her to escape before rejoining his brother on the battlefield.

Tobirama rummaged through his armor before finding the side pocket on his pants. He pulled out a brown pellet and swallowed it whole. He grimaced at the awful sour taste. The pellet worked as his body regained its lost energy and chakra. The pellet was a work in progress that he developed along with Toka, it was supposed to be medicine to instantly stimulate the body and its chakra pathway. So far it worked but not without repercussions. But hopefully, he would be far away from the Heiwa girl before it started so she wouldn’t take advantage.

He quickly gathered his chakra and let it flood his body. The sheer pressure from his chakra depth pushed out a shockwave throughout the field. The girl stopped to watch him in astonishment and only blinked before he crossed the distance between them in a second. He sent a punch her way which she dodged but was unable to do so with the leg sweep he followed with. She quickly rolled away before he could kick her and righted herself. The girl took out a kunai and rushed at him. He quickly took out his own and clashed with hers.

He looked into her dark eyes and jolted with realization as to how pretty she actually was despite the sweat and her upheaval hair. He scowled at his own thoughts. That was not what he should be thinking about and that distraction was enough for her to take advantage. She dislodged his kunai from his hand and with a fury of punches and a kick had him laid down on the ground.

He gave a short gasp at the kick on his midsection and just as he was about to get up, he pushed down to the ground again with her top of him with her sword to his neck.

“So, Senju-sama. Listen whatever you just ate gave your chakra back at 100%. And really, it’s not fair for me or anyone that crosses your way. So, I have to cut this short, but don’t worry I’ll be back to issue another challenge,” she said with a flirtatious smile.

She leaned forward in his face. “Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone. There will be plenty of battles with me on and off the field.”

The girl planted a quick kiss to his lips that he barely registered with how fast she pulled away. She got off him but still held the sword in a defensive position.

“And also, you can get rid of this wave. No need to threaten a person who’s on her way out,” she said pointing to a wave a few meters behind her.

Tobirama sat up and diminished his jutsu as the water fell and seeped into the field. He could only watch with a heated face as the girl with a water lily symbol on her back rushed away.

He sat there for a few minutes, trying to regain his composure. Pretty sure his ears and cheeks were red and not from overexerting himself on the battlefield either. His damned fair skin always managed to expose his true feelings whether from embarrassment or anger despite his well-maintained stoic image.

Eventually he made his way back to his clan and realized that the battle was over. Many of the Uchiha had already collected their dead or injured and had rushed back to their stronghold. It was hard to know who had had won this one exactly, but he knew that either way both suffered loses. There would always be a family who would lose someone each time the bitter enemies met.

He spotted Hashirama still standing around along with a few of his brethren. They brightened up seeing him and Hashirama actually looked a bit put out.

“Anija, is the battle over?” he asked as he greeted his older brother.

“Yes, the battle was pretty much over as soon as you got challenged. Everyone was kind of distracted to continue. This has to be weirdest way to end a battle, but I’m not complaining,” Hashirama said with a beaming smile.

“How are the loses?” Tobirama asked again as he looked around for any casualties.

“Not too severe. 5 dead and 20 injured,” Toka replied.

Any dead is of course awful news, but when lately each battle was getting dead in the double digits this was a considerable reprieve.

Tobirama turned around to face his older brother when he grabbed him and pulled him close.

“Tell me, ototo. Are you getting married? Shall we make this a double wedding between mine and yours? How does the Heiwa clan even get married?” he asked gushing with excitement. “Oh, what does it matter? I’m so happy for you! I always thought you would just end up being a lone wolf.”

Tobirama gave an insufferable sigh at his sibling and just brushed him off.

“There will be no wedding. No one won and I walked from the challenge still a single man.”

Hashirama pouted and a dark aura surrounded him as he began to grow mushrooms in the background.

Toka ignoring the clan leader said, “was she impressive? She had to be considering she’s one of the first to challenge our clan and not just anyone but one of our strongest shinobi.”

Tobirama allowed a small smirk to appear on his face before his face became stoic once more. He didn’t offer a Toka an answer, but his cousin could sense the mood he was in and guessed that the kunoichi had his respect. Especially since she’s only seen her wayward cousin in such a mood after a productive research session or a spar with his older brother.

She watched him walk away with a soft smile and decided that whatever was his destiny she hoped he get the happiness he sorely deserved just like Hashirama.

The next couple of days was torture to Tobirama, not because he was injured or someone precious to him died. Nope. It seemed after being challenge many decided to come to stare at him like he hadn’t been in the Senju compound since he was born. It was like they were seeing him for the first time. Luckily, his impatient glares kept everyone at bay, but it didn’t completely stop his kindred. The women would stare at him more than they usually do. Sure, before some would stare at him and quickly turned away when he noticed them, but now they were blatantly staring with desire and admiration. He was so unused to this type of attention that he had taken to researching jutsus in his room rather than sparing outside with everyone else.

Tobirama scowled at his brother as he continued to laugh so hard that tears had gathered in his eyes.

Finally, unable to deal with his clan and the oppressive air, he begged well not beg more like politely inquire his brother about a quick mission.

His brother decided this moment was the perfect time to use his observation skills whereas he was clueless about most social situations beforehand. His anija took one look at his miserable composure and burst out laughing.

“Oh, ototo. Forgive me. It’s just this is so funny. I never thought you would be so popular.”

He continued to scowl before he grew tired of Hashirama’s moronic laughter and snapped.

“Quiet, anija! Do you have a mission or not? Or should I take leave without informing anyone?”

Hashirama pouted at his brother’s incensed rebuke and threw him a mission scroll.

“Here, it’s a simple message delivery, but if you take your time traveling it should take a week before you return.”

Tobirama read over the details and thanked his brother with a bow. As he left, he didn’t see Hashirama smile amusingly at his lone surviving sibling. The leader of the Senju then pulled out a scroll and with a dopey grin, wrote to his betrothed about Tobirama’s plight. No doubt she would see the humor in the situation too.

The rain poured so heavily throughout the days as he headed out to his destination that he had to frequently wipe his face to be able to see clearly. Still, Tobirama was one of the few Senju that were in their element in water. While others would have been annoyed and perhaps even freezing by now, Tobirama was right at home as the wind and rain blasted wave after wave on him. As he reached his destination the rain cleared up and he saw a castle of the local Lord that paid patronage to the Daimyo. He was here to deliver a crucial letter from the Daimyo to the local lord.

Tobirama was let in at the gates without hesitation, no doubt his recognizable features gave them a clue as to his identity. He was allowed entry into the esteemed home and waited a few minutes before a man appeared, his fancy, rich kimono giving away his status as the owner of the home. They exchanged a few words and he handed over the message. The lord extended his courtesies and asked if he would like to stay and rest for a while. Tobirama graciously declined as he preferred to rest and sleep in places with the people he recognized. There were far too many casualties that occurred when an enemy decided to breach a resting place away from home. Besides, he could rest a few hours on the road while a kage bushin kept watch. So, with that, he left the castle and began his journey to return home. Hopefully, by then everyone would have settled down and moved onto the next piece of gossip. Though he wasn’t confident if worst came to worst at least the newest showdown between the Uchiha would always be the topic that the clan preoccupied themselves with.

Tobirama stopped at a clearing in the forest and leaned against a tree for a short break. He pulled out a scroll that he unsealed and grab a skin flask filled with water. He also grabbed an onigiri with salmon fillings (his favorite) and took a generous bite while taking a sip of water. Just as he finished up and drank another sip, multiple shurikens lodged themselves into the tree trunk.

He shoved everything in his scroll and sealed it back up while taking out his sword. The same Heiwa woman dropped onto the tree and smirked. He couldn’t help but visibly relax a bit before taking guard once more.

“Hey there, told you we would meet again. So, you ready for that rematch?”

He raised his eyebrow at her challenge. “How long have you been following me? How did you know I was here?”

The woman tsked at him. “I can’t tell you all my secrets. That would be cheating besides I know how much of an accomplished sensor you are. If I told you I would lose my advantage for the next time!”

The two would-be enemies eyed each other warily as they circled each other. Well, as much as they could move around on a tree.

“So, you already know you would lose this battle. And you’re prepared to return for the next one? Tell me is intelligence not a requirement of kunoichi from your clan?”

Tobirama watched instead of getting angry at his insult, the girl smiled widely, and the entirety of her face lit up as she chuckled.

“What can I say? I’m stubborn and when I want something. I will go any lengths to get it even if it means badgering my future husband with a hundred challenges to get it. Besides, no one has ever married a Senju in my clan. I would like to be the first,” she said between her giggles.

He narrowed his eyes at her. So, it wasn’t him she wanted, rather a Senju. He knew his clan was reputed as strong warriors, but he had hoped in a way that the girl would want him as Tobirama and for his accomplishments. He felt disappointed though he wasn’t sure why.

“A presumptuous husband don’t you think? I was being generous letting you go the first time. But if you insist on wasting my time I have no problem taking you out even for a woman like you,” he said as his chakra flow increased and the pressure surrounding them became suffocating.

The Heiwa’s body visibly shook yet she didn’t crumble as she bravely stared back at him.

“You’re angry why? Are challenges that bothersome to you? Most men would consider it an honor.”

Tobirama considered disregarding her questions and just attacking her. But she wasn’t mocking him rather she was genuinely confused, and curious despite being affected by him.

“You would be asking me to abandon my clan while we are fighting a war. Though why you’re challenging me out of all the Senju men when you just want a Senju man, seems curious. You’re outmatched but insist on fighting me despite knowing the danger. There are plenty of other men in my clan that are easier to challenge and would likely and happily accept your challenge. So, why me?” he asked as he settled his chakra that allowed her to relax.

She stared curiously for a minute before something flickered in her eyes.

“Because I’ve seen you on the battlefield. The Uchiha are your enemies, they killed your brethren and many of your family I assume, but still, I’ve seen you offer the little ones mercy. Each time you met a child on the battlefield you’ve either knocked them out or quickly ended their suffering without pain. You’re a man of honor, Tobirama. There’s no one else I would rather challenge.”

His heart clenched at the sound of his given name pass through her lovely lips.

“You know there’s a chance that you might never win, right? There’s a chance you might be fruitlessly fighting me,” he hoarsely replied through the lump that seemed to form in his throat.

“Well, you’ve never met a woman like me before. Besides, I just have to win. It doesn’t say how after all. I’ve got a lot of tricks up my sleeve, you know,” she said with a wink.

He watched confusingly when she relaxed her position and started getting closer to him.

“What are you doing?”

She just cheekily smiled back at him and got even closer. The grip on his sword loosened until the weapon dropped from his hand and he stared warily at her.

“I think there’s no need for a battle today don’t you think so?” she murmured before tugging the fur outlining his armor and planting her lips on him.

Tobirama immediately stiffened feeling her soft lips, he stood there for several seconds unable to respond.

She slowly smoothed her hands over his shoulders before intertwining her fingers through his wild, white tresses. Her blunt nails scratching his scalp relaxed him immensely and when she leisurely started to coax his mouth to respond, he didn’t think twice before following her movements. It didn’t take long before Tobirama got the hang of kissing after all he was considered a prodigy. He tugged her closer to his body and tilted her head up to be fully in control. She let out a whimper when he gently bit her lip and started dictating their dance. The taste of her overwhelmed his senses and the control he worked so hard to maintain crumbled.

He had always judged shinobis harshly who abandoned their duties because of a woman. He didn’t understand what was so enticing about the opposite sex that caused them to lose all their sense of propriety. But now as he slammed this woman against the tree trunk and ravaged her mouth while touching all the skin, he was able to reach, he could vaguely understand their feelings.

Daitan broke their kiss when air became necessary and she panted harshly as he started leaving minuscule bites on her fair neck. She let out a moan when he clutched her behind firmly and bit her hard one last time before straightening up to look her.

“Ha, you know I always thought you would be an intense lover. I see the dedication you have for the things you are passionate for and I couldn’t help but wonder what would it be like to have all that focus on me? It seems like I was right,” she mused as she rubbed her swollen lips.

That sentence snapped Tobirama snapped him out of the haze he had found himself and he instantly let her go and stepped back a respectable distance between them.

Daitan could watch in amusement at the stupefied look on his face, his eyes had widened, and he stared incredulously back at her.

Tobirama looked around before finding his sword and he sheathed it. He looked at her one last time before hightailing out of the forest at top speed lest he once again loses his senses again and starts groping a woman who he wasn’t technically betrothed to.

Daitan pouted as she watched the shinobi run away like he had just seen an entire platoon of Uchiha. She could honestly say that had never happened to her before. But it wasn’t like she was never going to see him again, Daitan let out a chuckle and looked at the strange sight one last time before she left the scene.

Tobirama sincerely wished that was the last time he had seen her, but luck was not on his side. Because she kept appearing during his missions or his battles again and again. As an accomplished sensor, he was able to see the locations of his enemies for miles. Yet, he couldn’t predict where she was going to pop up. Her chakra felt like water from a warm hot spring so really, he should be able to distinguish her amongst thousands, but she somehow managed to sneak up on him with her damned scroll to challenge him always. It got to the point where Hashirama just shook his head at him during one battle’s preparation and told him to instead get ready for his future sister-in-law’s visit. And it wasn’t even like he spent that time fighting her to the death either, they always started as a battle too. But in the middle of it, he would get distracted by something (her eyes, lips, and her body), only to corner her somewhere and paw at her like a dog in heat.

It was so unlike him! He was a proud Senju shinobi, not a boy who just barely started puberty. People were counting on him to protect them and yet here he was distracted by a pretty face.

So, during another challenge, he grabbed her before she could even begin with her intoxicating touch.

“Listen. Can you cease challenging me during my missions and on the battlefield? You’re a distraction.”

Daitain instead only smiled coyly at his request. “Oh, so I am a distraction, huh?”

He frowned at her before replying, “I’m serious. I have a job to do and you can’t continue to interfere and make a mockery out of everything.”

“The missions I get, but the battles? Do you even know what you’re fighting for anymore?” She asked with a scowl.

The grip on her tightened and he responded to her scowl with a fierce scowl of his own.

“They killed my brothers and several of my clan members!”

“And you killed hundreds of theirs! So, what you will keep fighting until both of your clans are wiped out? When your son kills one of theirs? —”

Tobirama got momentarily distracted with an image of a boy with his hair and her eyes along with her smile. He focused once again back at what Daitan was telling him.

“Or when their grandson kills your grandson? This is exactly why my clan refuses to wage in pointless wars. We deal with our problems without bloodshed.”

“It isn’t as simple as you think it is,” he began but he was interrupted.

” So, will you slaughter every single member of their clan? Will you burn down their villages, kill their children, and slice open pregnant women so that the Uchiha will be no more?” She implored with desperation in her eyes.

“Then make it! You and your brother with your limitless chakra have the power to end this war. Tobirama, please the more you keep fighting the more innocents will die.”

He let out a disgusted scoff and shoved her back gently.

Tobirama didn’t answer her right away and refused to meet her eyes.

“I see. I think I got my answer.”

He watched as she gathered her composure and turned her back to him. She left without a backward glance at him.

The upcoming battles he didn’t see Daitan nor was he interrupted in the middle of it. He was able to bring victory along with his brother to his clan. But why didn’t that make him happy? Instead, he felt more hollow than usual, it was like the importance of the victory was lost amongst the dead that littered the grounds. He watched as both his clan and his enemies carried their loved ones with grief and sorrow. It seemed like both clans shared those particular feelings regarding the endless war.

Each time he prepared himself for battle and secured his outer armor, it felt like he was being forced onto the field instead of that duty-bound readiness that he usually wore. It was even worse when a young Uchiha child shivering and crying braced himself for his death when he saw him on the battlefield. Instead, Tobirama refused to meet his eyes and pretended like he didn’t see the child and marched far away from him.

When he got home, his nights were filled with flashes of her. The smell and touch of her soft skin haunted him; his need pressed against him each morning. He should have been happy; she was finally gone like he wanted. He never wanted her, nor did he want to get married. But misery hung on him like a forlorn lover.

Finally, the choice of peace was taken out of his hands when those same hands were drenched in the blood of his enemy. As Uchiha Izuna laid dying on the field, those desperate eyes of Madara would haunt him forever. Hashirama pleaded for peace as Madara rushed to get help for his injured brother. When Tobirama returned to the battlefield once more, it was only to hear the news of the death of Uchiha Izuna. His death brought him no joy and once again the emptiness became a chasm in his heart. The only positive that came out of the ordeal was the ceasefire agreed on by both clans. Hopefully, it would last for a while before the clans came to a legitimate treaty.

He only saw Daitan once more at a local hot spring that the village he was visiting for a mission contained. Tobirama grabbed her hand and tugged her inside the room of the Inn he was staying at temporarily.

“You were right,” he whispered in her hair as he hugged her close.

Daitan ignored the slight trembling she felt as she soothed his fears. That night he ignored all decorum as he kept her close in his futon and slept away a tranquil night for the first time in months.

The pair continued to meet throughout several weeks, not to fight but just to enjoy each other’s companies. The need to win and best each other was gone, all that was left was a longing to hold her in his arms and caress her soft lips with his own.

Tobirama grabbing some chopsticks calmly chewed despite the sweat collecting on his forehead. When he grabbed the bowl and downed all the soup, he looked up to see a bewildered Daitain looking back at him.

“Sit by me,” Daitain cajoled him to get closer as they picnicked one day near a stream. Several of the curious dishes prepared by her were quite spicy and nothing he had ever tasted.

She pointed out what looked like noodles in a fiery soup. “Here, this one you will like. I know you have a taste for savory foods. I asked one of the clan sisters about some of the dishes from Wind Country where they are very generous with using hot chili peppers.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Y-you! You ate all of that without asking for water once?! Are you even human? And you even finished it! I can barely take two bites without dying!” she squawked out.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed some water to wash his meal down.

They took a stroll through the woods when they finished their meal and packed up. When Tobirama found a secluded and secure spot in the dense forest, he rested his forehead against her. Trying to convey the feelings and loneliness he felt from her absence that he couldn’t say verbally.

She reached up and stroked his cheeks tenderly before kissing him. He thought he knew what it meant to have passion in your life, fighting to the death to protect your loved ones was a passion for him a long time ago. Studying and learning Suiton techniques was a passion for him. He thought passion meant devoting yourself, but he never realized what it meant to be passionate for someone else. The whimpers she let out and the way she looked at him when he lowered her on the soft grass. It was like she knew he would protect and love her to his dying days without ever opening his mouth.

Oh, the sounds she made for him when he trailed his hungry mouth across her naked chest for the first time. It was enough to drive a man insane. The way she sunk in her sharp nails in his shoulders when he sucked those lovely glistening peaked nipples made him dizzy with desire. The need to be proper and to follow decorum seemed so insignificant when he could have died without the war ever ending. Would she have found someone else? The thought of Daitan being with anyone else made him lose focus and when she moaned his name, he looked down to see his hands digging into her hips. He smirked, of course, his little hellion liked a little pain with her pleasure.

He mapped her body with the same intensity he does when learning a difficult and dangerous jutsu. She was worth putting in the effort to memorize all the ways he could make her wild, he wanted to do that for the rest of his life. And when he shed his clothes to add to the growing pile, she looked at him awed. Her precious hands that probably didn’t see as much as death as his, lovingly traced over his scars and faults. She looked at him like he was irreplaceable. No one ever thought that of him. He was the second son, the spare. The stoic Senju that couldn’t measure up to his excitable sunshine of a brother. But she wanted him since the beginning, she wanted Tobirama and no one else.

His breath hitched when he finally slid inside her wet slit, their hands interlocked on that warm sunny afternoon. She looked beautiful with her hair wild and spread out amongst the wildflowers, her body arched each time he hit that spot that made her cry out deliriously. Maybe he should have been ashamed for having her without marrying her first like a proper nobleman would. But the way she pleaded for him to give what she wanted and how his name spilled out from her throat, all needy with desperation in her face; made him not give a damn. And when she finally came like the merciful goddess she was, she took him along with her. With a moan and fervent whispers of her name against her shoulder, he spilled into her wet heat. Tobirama so desperately wanted to prolong his pleasure so he continued rutting, trying to keep his seed from escaping. When he finally grew limp, he withdrew and tugged her into his embrace.

It felt forever when he finally recovered stamina but it was too soon for her.

“You want to go again? Give me time at- “

He didn’t let her finish before spreading her legs and setting a fast rhythm that satisfied him but overwhelmed her to the point she begged and pleaded for him to slow down. He only let out a low chuckle when instead of heeding her he only got rougher and made her squeal as she came again and again on his cock.

“You ass.” Daitan declared in between her heaving pants. She tried to hit him, but her hand flopped uselessly missing her highly satisfied target.

“Sorry I couldn’t hear you over your screams of pleasure,” he rumbled as he kissed her sweaty hair.

“Oh, so sex is all it takes for your humor to come out. I see and here I thought you were devoid of any expressions except mild disapproval and that cute face you make every time I flirt with you.”

“I do not have a cute face.”

“Yes, you do. Your face and ears get all r-mrrphhh,” she got interrupted by another kiss and another. Anything to keep her distracted. His face was not cute.

They continued to meet several times, but their meetings now included illicit affairs that usually ending with him between her legs and his hand on her mouth to silence her moans. He was now impatiently awaiting her letters from messenger birds on their next location as he hurried off to meet her while Hashirama watched him depart with an amused look in his eyes.

While one thing was going right, the war on the other hand resumed just after Izuna’s death until Hashirama was ready to kill himself at Madara’s suggestion. Tobirama seethed with rage as his brother stopped him from killing Madara to end the conflict. But apparently, his moronic anija’s antics were good for something as Madara stopped Hashirama before he could go through with his sacrifice and finally agreed on a treaty. The treaty itself was lengthy and included a joint endeavor between both clans to create a village. Most of the housing was planned out by Hashirama and his mokuton jutsu. The entire ordeal was exhausting but rewarding as several clans joined in the effort to create a peaceful environment for the future.

All of the bureaucratic nonsense kept him busy and from going out searching for Daitan. He hadn’t seen her in two months. They were meeting regularly until one day her letters stopped asking him to meet her. Nothing indicated that she was unhappy, and she still responded to him often. Yet, each time he asked her to meet him somewhere she always had a convenient excuse. Tobirama was flabbergasted to the point he even asked his clueless anija as to what this all meant. He just received a lecture on how mysterious women are and how it’s probably nothing. Which didn’t explain why Daitan was purposely avoiding him to meet in person.

Tobirama was about to ask Hashirama for a small break for him to leave the village when he got a missive from the Heiwa clan. The white-water lily was unmistakable, and he stared at the unopened seal for a couple of minutes before snapping out of it when Hashirama and Madara came back from strolling around the village.

“Ototo, what do you have there?” His anija asked before his face brightened. “Is it from Mito? Has she finally decided to elope like I asked her?”

Tobirama shook his head. “No, I think it’s another clan wanting to join the village.”

He didn’t think his brother’s smile could get even wider, but now his smile stretched from ear to ear as the older man chuckled wholeheartedly.

“Oh wow! Which one is it? Is it the Yamanakas? They were acting coy, but I knew my charms worked on them.”

Tobirama looked at the two men, one looked expectedly back at him and the other with wild black hair looked bored.

“No, it’s the Heiwa clan.”

Complete silence filled the office. “Ototo, you don’t have to hide your love letters as missives, you know? Everyone knows about your affair by now.”

He glared at the man and tossed the scroll his way. “See for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

Hashirama grew serious as he read the contents and quietly closed the scroll.

“Well, it seems like the Heiwa clan would like to join. But honestly, I’m intimidated I’m not good with confident, beautiful women. I mean I was a disaster with Mito. So, can you go talk to them instead, Madara?”

Madara didn’t even bother looking at his best friend and instead looked out the window.

“I have better things to do, Hashirama. I don’t want to entertain them. You know people don’t like me.”

“Oh, come on! You know that’s only true for little children. The women like you just fine.”

Tobirama thought for a second, Daitan was their clan member maybe they could provide some updates on her.

“Anija, I could greet them when they arrive.”

The two friends stopped their bickering to look at him. Hashirama looked skeptical and Madara had his eyebrow raised at him.

“Are you sure? Those are your in-laws and you want to make a good first impression on them. I know how grumpy you get dealing with all the politics.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes at his sibling. “I’m not married for the last time and they’re not my in-laws.”

“Alright fine. You can deal with them when they get here and then send my way for the final negotiations if everything goes well. However, Madara will come to check up on you occasionally just in case.”

Tobirama frowned at the mention of Madara, he was not a child to keep an eye on. He could perfectly negotiate terms between people, he wasn’t that incapable well at least in comparison to the Uchiha. Who seemed overly smug at the moment and smirked when they made eye contact. He shot a nasty look at the older man before leaving the office to head to the training grounds.

The news of the Heiwa clan arriving spread like wildfire throughout Konoha and it seemed like many of the men appeared elated and jovial. Some people appeared to be concerned with the clan’s traditions of stealing men which in essence meant the Uchiha but overall, the response was rather pleasant. At least there weren’t any outright protests to the clan.

When the time came to meet the representatives sent by the clan, he headed to the gates in his standard blue armor. When Tobirama saw who exactly was approaching his home, he realized he should have at least dressed for the occasion. He saw Daitan and another young woman with sea-green hair making their way slowly to the gate. The sea green-haired woman was in a beautiful kimono with a slit at the end showing off her legs, she was equipped with weapons. No doubt a competent kunoichi with the way her observant eyes was surveying the area. His attention finally turned towards Daitain only to frown. She was just in a plain summer yukata with a sword on her side. But that wasn’t what worried him, she looked like she hadn’t slept in a while and lost weight since the last time he saw her.

When they came closer, he bowed to them and they bowed in return.

“Greetings, I’m Senju Tobirama. Welcome to Konoha,” he simply stated while trying not to be obvious in his observations of Daitan.

She sent him a warm smile that slightly calmed his inner worries. They continued inside the village where he led them on a tour, showing off the newly built markets. The green-haired woman had introduced herself as Heiwa Nariko and the name fit as she was courteous and calm throughout the tour. Nothing like Daitan, he kind of expected all of her clan to be vivacious and full of life like her. But apparently, he was wrong as Nariko displayed the qualities of a well-bred noblewoman. With all the attention on them as they went from one district to another, it was hard for him to get in a private word with Daitan. Until Madara showed up just like Hashirama asked him to.

The two ladies bowed to the leader of the Uchiha as he simply introduced himself as “Madara.”

He noticed with a cringe a spark of interest from Madara as he eyed Nariko before it went away. Likewise, the lady made her attraction evident before she averted her eyes.

“Ah, Madara-sama I heard quite praise about the architecture of the Uchiha district. Do you mind showing me the way? I would love to hear from the leader himself,” Nariko requested as she looked over her fan that was covering her face. It made her look demure and shy which was exactly the image she was going for without looking too forward.

“As Heiwa-san wishes,” he replied as he beckoned her to follow him.

As the two left, Nariko turned around and cheekily held a thumbs up to them before hurrying after Madara.

“Madara-sama, you don’t have to call me by my last name. You can call me Nariko-san.” That was the last thing both heard before they disappeared from their view.

“Wow, that was the leader of the Uchiha huh? He has no experience with women I can tell. Nariko’s going to eat him alive,” Daitan giggled.

Not wanting to waste time, he quickly gathered Daitan in his arms before using shunshin to get away from peering eyes. He hopped roof to roof until he got to his own private home that was built for him when the date of his anija’s marriage was decided.

He let her down on the tatami floor of his living room and went to grab some tea for her.

Daitan was looking around his quarters and commented, “hmm, so this is your house. I like it, it’s kind of bare but it suits you.”

When he came back, he offered her a seat and some tea before getting to the point.

“Why haven’t you let me see you lately? What’s going on?”

“So, you missed me? That’s so sweet. Before you used to tell me to stop bothering you, it’s ironic how things turn out.”

He looked at her deadpan, knowing that she was purposely trying to skirt around the issue.

Daitan let out a chuckle at the sight of his face and kissed him.

“You” kiss “are” another kiss “so cute!”

He tugged her close until she was on his lap and kissed her harshly. Letting out a growl against her lips, he sucked on her bottom lip before gaining control of the situation.

“I’m not cute. You know I don’t like it when you call me that.”

Tobirama hoisted her around as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to his room. As he laid her out on his futon, he realized this was the first time they were going to make love inside instead of out in the open. His attention was once again riveted to her as she slowly unveiled her yukata to show her bare body to him. He did the same to his clothes and covered her. Their cores connected and he felt her shudder against him. He dipped and started kissing down her body.

“My love, I need you to be gentle, ok?”

He looked up in surprise, she never asked for that. She always loved whatever he could dish out.

“Daitan, tell me what’s going on. Something’s off. You’ve lost weight and you’ve been avoiding the subject.”

She touched his face softly and her face glowed with happiness.

“It’s not a bad thing. Hopefully, for you, it’s not a bad thing. Because I’ve never been so happy.”

Daitan grabbed his hands and placed it firmly against her stomach. It was a bit swollen and tight. His eyes widened and he was speechless for several moments

“I’m with child, I couldn’t meet you for months because I was bedridden with sickness. I could barely eat without vomiting. But I came now because the morning sickness has subsided and I’m finally feeling better. The clan leaders know who the father is and that’s why they asked me to accompany Nariko.”

Tobirama was shocked to his core. Though, honestly, he should have seen it coming, did they even discuss preventions before having sex? No, they went at it like two touch starved idiots in love. Well, that described him, Daitan was far more composed but was content to follow his lead. He didn’t regret it at all despite the life growing inside her. Sure, he’d have to marry her sooner than later to prevent gossip before she grew too large to hide her pregnancy from outsiders. Now that he thought about it, things were happening faster than he intended but the situation worked out. Daitan was going to be his wife and she was going to carry his heir eventually. It just happened in a different order than he intended.

“Are you happy?” she asked bringing his attention back to her.

Instead of answering her, he decided to show her by settling in between her thighs and tenderly kissing the growing bump. He cupped her breasts but was smacked away by Daitan when she hissed.

“Careful, they’re sensitive.”

He let out a grunt and continue to lick and kiss across her upper body. Her body’s changes he noted with reverence, her breasts were slightly bigger along with her hips being wider than before. He was mesmerized. Her moans were growing with a fever pitch and what he brought his member closer to her cunt, he could already feel its wetness and heat. He rutted against her, spreading her juices over his member. Her chest was heaving erratically, and her pink buds caught his scrutiny. Bending over to latch onto it with his lips, the sensations was too much for her as her body arched and shook. With a jolt, he realized how sensitive her body was now.

Her slick tunnel made it easy for him to slide inside and he watched captivated as his member entered with no obstructions to slow him. Usually, it would take a slow pace for her to adjust to his size without hurting. She immediately wrapped her legs around and crossed her ankles to take him deeper. He shuddered and tried to slow down the pace as she provoked him to take her. Finally losing his temper, he slammed her hands above her head and kept them there.

“Slow down. I’m not going anywhere,” he growled out.

Despite the ease, he still set a torturously slow pace and withdrew when he felt her walls flutter and clench around him. If he gave her what she wanted immediately, she wouldn’t be satisfied with the underwhelming climax.

“Tobirama, please. J-just..” She couldn’t finish that sentence as an unfiltered moan broke out when he slammed back into her and jerked her body.

“Is that what you want? Didn’t I tell you to wait?” It seemed like she just too wound up to listen to his earlier warnings and with a scream spilled over creating a filthy squelching sound when his cock thrusted over and over again. His unsteady breath hitched when he felt her walls squeeze tightly so much so he could barely pull out and shove himself back in as he helped her ride out her pleasure. Just as she was finally settling down, he allowed himself to let go and fill her with his essence. He collapsed on the side of her, murmuring unintelligible tidbits before curling her body against him.

When the fiery desire succumbed Daitan couldn’t help but remark, “you’re quite chatty when you’re making love.”

She heard an exasperated exhale. “And your talkative for someone who’s been screaming out her lungs, onna.” Daitan felt her cheeks heat up and let the matter go, choosing to instead lay her head on his chest and feel the rhythmic rise of his breaths.

The rest of the day was spent inside his home as they made themselves familiar with each other bodies and the various surfaces around the house. When Tobirama woke up the next day, he heard someone pounding on his door. With bleary eyes, he opened up to his older brother standing outside with a frantic look.

“Ototo, did you escort Heiwa-san back to the inn? Her clan member hasn’t seen her since yesterday!”

Tobirama just glared at his anija, he couldn’t believe that he woke up for this. He barely got any sleep last night.

“She’s with me. Oh, and by the way anija you’re going to be an uncle in a couple of months.” With that, he slammed the door on his sibling ignoring the jaw dropped look from Hashirama. The girlish squeal that erupted out of the Shodaime was something he would deny to his dying days.

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* Daitan = Daring and Nariko = Humble child

#naruto fanfic #tobirama senju #tobirama x reader #tobirama x oc #hashirama x mito

[pineapplesagainstpizza]

Magnus Pies: A TMA Pizza AU

-  All the entities and supernatural creatures still exist but it happens in a pizza place called the “Magnus Pies ®” established by Jonah Magnus.

- Jon is the new, under qualified manger. Very good a diffusing arguments and misinformation with customers. Practically a living coupon fraud detector. Once Martin overheard Jon use the phrase “please calm down” to a customer. Thinking that this would escalate the conversation, Martin braced himself from the kitchen. He was spooked quite a bit that the customer did calm down. He can’t tell if Jon is just that charming or if he can hypnotize people.

- Jon actually had some sliver of respect for Martin when they first met. Up until, he caught Martin whispering "Looking good little guys" to the pizzas baking in the oven. Jon has never looked at him the same since.

- Martin has mastered the customer service voice. In fact, it’s permanent. Every time he answers the phone, his voice automatically sweetens. Sasha and Tim have made fun of him for it. Working at Magnus Pies has broken him so much.

- Tim works the register. Flirts with customers so that they’ll come back. Can’t stand slow days. It’s actually Tim that makes the best pizza out of the crew.

- Ft. Sasha the pizza delivery girl. Eldritch horrors won’t stop her from delivering your pizza on time.

- Elias is the owner and hardly ever shows up.

- Instead of statement givers the customers will just overshare their supernatural encounters to the staff. Jon doesn’t think anything of people sharing their ghost stories to him. He writes it off as desperate customers craving any source of human interaction. Despite this, he remembers every tale a customer has told him.

- “Then after I kissed him, his body combusted into flames.”

“Sorry to hear that... That will be 17.89. ″

- There’s this one customer that orders questionable pizzas with special delivery instructions and has his pizza delivery scheduled every Wednesday at 5 pm. His requests went from a little strange to down right outlandish. One of his first orders, he instructed them to make a smiley face out of the pepperonis because he was “having a bad day.” One of his most recent orders was “a cheese-less pizza cheese pizza.” In the delivery instructions, he explains his doorbell is broken and suggests the delivery person to drop the pizza off in the middle of the yard and then “yell whatever feels right” to alert him of the pizza’s presence. Sasha often wonders if she has to cater to all his odd demands.

- The first time Sasha delivers to his house, the GPS malfunctioned? The customer’s house resides in a new residential area. So once she drove past the last known road, the GPS advised her to park her car and walk to her destination. She obviously ignored the computer automated voice and eventually found the house on her own. Since he always commands the delivery runner to drop the pizza outside his house, Sasha has never seen his face but the name he orders under is Micheal. (If that’s even his real name.)

- Is the pizza good? The reviews are mixed. Martin says “its fine”. Sasha thinks “it’s pretty good for the price.” Tim, on the other hand, is fully convinced that when Jonah Magnus created Magnus pizza, he had never eaten a pizza before in his life. He claims "the pizza is two hell circles away from mediocrity." If a person asked Elias, he would maintain that Magnus Pie pizza is of high quality, but the staff have never seen him eaten it before. As for Jon, he refuses to try it.

- The uniforms are pretty cute. A  transparent green tennis visor paired with a black collared shirt with logo on the right upper chest portion.

- This one time, someone spray painted a satanic circle in the parking lot and Elias botched and moaned about it for a week about how "it was driving customers away." He stops complaining about it after an angry goth boxed an old man on top of the circle one afternoon. Their fight drove in a crowd. Some people even bought a slice just to get a good view of the fight. Jon, of course, called the authorities but both parties fled before they arrived.

- Martin finds a homemade employee training tape from the 1980s hiding in the closet. It features an instructional video on how to make the pizzas but the employee or paid actress?? featured in the video disregards Magnus Pies’s official pizza guidelines™ and instead gives advice/ tips on how to cut corners (and arguably offers more valuable advice to employees). “Yeah I know the recipe calls for this much cheese but i always add to more handfuls. Most customers complain about how there isn’t nearly enough cheese -- how it’s practically tomato sauce with cheese sprinkles.” Whether it’s the dread in the lady’s eyes or the neglect of company policies, the tape is unfinished. The video cuts off after she places the pizza in the oven.

- Martin thinks the the training video is hilarious, so of course, he shares it with the rest of the staff. It’s Sasha that points out that one of the employees in the background looks like a younger version of Elias. A passionate debate breaks out on whether that person is actually Elias, but ends once Jon points out that Elias has complete heterochromia and the teenage boy in the video does not. 

- On a team building trip, Martin, Sasha, and Tim admit that they are glad Jon joined the team. Ever since he joined, the workplace has never been so lively. They all agree Jon’s presence attracts the unusual. Though he will never admit it, Jon found it touching.

- Some customers would describe the pizza joint as “eerily clean.” "The vibes are simply rancid” says one customer. Even with the speaker churning out today’s hottest pop hits (in a muffled tone), it is entirely too quiet. The atmosphere is dead,” says another. 

- “Little human activity and huge open spaces makes it somewhat spectral but the short wait times and fair food always brings me back. ⭐⭐⭐” - a google review from a town local

- One person gave them a bad review on Yelp. After they were done insulting the food, they moved on to assess the staff. “I’m usually not the type to complain/nit pick about employees but there was one that made me extremely uncomfortable. He wasn’t the warmest person, had an awfully posh accent, and sported dark circles under his eyes. When I spoke to him, his gaze was intense and unwavering. Throughout the entire conversation, he didn’t blink once. Even as a sat down, I could still feel his eyes lingering on me. I’m not an insecure person in the slightest but being watched like that, made me self conscious of my own breathing. I spun around once to see if he was staring at me, but to my surprise, he wasn’t. I may have never caught him staring at me, but I know he did. The sensation of being watched never ceased afterward. (half star emoji) ”

- Apparently, the joint has been open since the 1940s and despite the bad food and less than average traffic of customers, they’re still in business. There’s rumors that the Magnus Pie receives generous donations from Elias’s rich ex-lover that misses him dearly.

- Starring several disagreements/ arguments with customers. Just a bunch of misinformation that was spread by Elias to lure people into the building to feed the Eye.

- Sasha is late returning from a delivery one day, and after an hour they try to contact her. She’s unresponsive. Elias goes looking for her but comes back short. Later that night, they get a call from the hospital informing them that Sasha got into a car accident and fell unconscious upon impact. Sasha comes in for a shift a few weeks later, and nobody realizes she’s not Sasha. 

- The Magnus Pies’s odd reputation attracts the attention of popular YouTuber, Melanie King. She eventually becomes a regular in hopes of catching a supernatural event on camera for her channel. After experiencing a handful of odd encounters, she becomes engrossed by the place and starts working there in hopes of piecing together an explanation for the pizzeria’s paranormal activities. She later regrets this.

- has the potential to be a good tragicomedy

#and maybe perhaps all the characters are aged down just a little #can you tell i've got a thing for fast food AUs #this is obviously based off of some of my experiences #tma #the magnus archives #magnus pod #tma au #crack au?? but also not #but imagine the magnus archives as a slice of life horror comedy

[shsl-fluff]

Hey! I know you haven't done my next request yet but as a draft or request for when you get all the rest of your requests finished up, could I also have shsl fem baker s/o with the drv3 boys? y'know.. that one I requested with the sdr2 boys? I'd just like to know what you think she'd be like for V3 boys! I'm sorry for bothering you! no rush here! ☺️💕👉🏻👈🏻

Gonta Gokuhara

You two met after school when you were walking home. 

He was standing frozen still near the school's courtyard. It was almost hard to see him with his dark green hair blending in with the trees. 

Interested, you walked over to him. "What are you-"

He glanced at you, grinning. Cupped in his hand was a beautiful large butterfly. 

You both stared in awe at the butterfly for at least a minute, until it flew out of his hands. 

He suddenly grinned widely at you. "Thank you!" He said, his voice wasn't one you expected to come from such a large figure. 

"For staying quiet and not running away from me and-" he paused suddenly and stood up straight and tall, brushing his suit nervously

"Gontas name is Gonta Gokuhara" he smiled

You introduced yourself after, and told him what your ultimate was

His eyes lit up brightly. "Ultimate baker? Gonta is ultimate entomologist! Ultimate baker sounds nice!" 

You both talked for a while about your talents, but looped back to bugs a lot. 

You didn't mind, of course! He was ecstatic to share his interests. 

"Do you think you could teach Gonta how to cook and bake?" He asked suddenly, eyes wide. "Gonta wants to be a gentleman, and gentlemen are good at cooking!" 

You accepted his offer gratefully.

Almost every day you would both spend time together after school. You would walk to your home together, and point out all the bugs that passed by, and then at home you would teach him how to cook or bake something new. 

It took him a while to get the hang of the basics, but he was very determined. 

One day before school, he gave you something joyfully. 

"(Y/N)! Gonta made this for you!" He said quickly and handed you a cupcake

It was sloppily decorated with yellow and black frosting. It was a little bumblebee! 

You thanked him gladly. 

He was bashful as he smiled widely at you. "Gonta made it because he wants to thank you!" He said. 

"A-and, because…" he went deep pink, nervously grabbing a piece of folded up and crumbled paper from his pocket and handing it to you. 

"(Y/N), you are kind like a ladybug, and sweet like a cupcake! You help Gonta learn to be gentlemen! Gonta thinks you are pretty like a monarch butterfly" there were a lot of scribbled out words past that point. At the bottom in small writing "Gonta thinks you are a pretty lady"

Your heart warmed as he mumbled, "is it gentlemanly to give a pretty lady a hug?" 

You nodded before he pulled you into a shockingly tight embrace. 

Kiibo (K1-B0)

On the first day of school, you brought a giant tray full of cupcakes for your homeroom

You placed two on every desk and saw most of them eaten quickly. A few people only had one, but you didn't mind, they probably weren't hungry was all. 

One classmate was the exception. He pushed them both over to the corner of his desk nervously and then gave them back to you at the end of class. 

"Here… I'm sorry, but i don't eat. I'm K1-B0, the ultimate Robot, but… Call me Kiibo!"

You apologized for the mix up

"Oh no it's alright! I like being treated like a human" he said softly.

After school that day, you noticed him being kicked around by a few kids in the halls. They were both screaming at eachother about God knows what

You heard a lot of screams about a fake talent, and a lot of threats about a lawsuit.

Kiibo was the one who ended up backing down. He ran out of the building with you following behind. 

You finally caught up to him, kicking and hitting a large tree on the campus as it shook violently.

His face was red and he was sobbing. 

You stopped him before he totally destroyed the tree. "Hey, Kiibo?" You called out. 

He turned around and looked at you. 

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He nodded silently as you say down and patted the ground next to you. 

He let his frustrations out to you. How he constantly felt like he had something to prove to everyone, even as an ultimate. 

How he didn't even know if he could feel. Was it all fake? A combination of ones and zeros?

He didn't know. 

After that, you guys had become close, how could he not have after spilling all his secrets to you?

A few months into the school year, he came to you with a question. 

"Hey, (Y/N)?" He asked quietly. "What is love like?"

"What's love like? Well… I don't know how to explain it, Kiibo…" you mumbled softly. 

"Can I… hold your hand?"

You nodded and reached your hand out to him

He was deep red as he took your hand. 

"I like this, (Y/N). I think I do know how love feels."

Kaito Momota

The power couple of the school 

He tries to convince you to work out with him all the time, but if you get tired easily it's fine!

Even though he works out all the time, he definitely doesn't eat healthy. 

Loves all your sweets to the moon and back. 

You two love movie night together, and have it at least once a week. 

He picks a lot of animated movies, and has definitely found some gems 

He's super strong. Definitely not the strongest student at Hopes Peak, or even in your class, but still strong compared to the average teenager. 

When he hugs you he spins around and picks you up. 

He's very much a touchy person. Not in an inappropriate way, but in a cuddle-y way

If you're fine with PDA he definitely holds your hand in public and give you kisses.

He honestly prefers forehead or cheek kisses more than kisses on the lips, but doesn't really matter either way. 

He tries to make for you sometimes but this poor guy doesn't realize how important measurements can be. 

"Vanilla tastes good, so I can add 4 teaspoons instead of one, right?"

No, no you can't. 

He's trying his best.

He's a big sweetheart. 

Kokichi Ouma

You both have a lot of energy, but you both used it in vastly different ways.

You spent yours spending positivity, and he spent his spreading misteif. 

You meet when he was trying to convince you to make an orange flavored cupcake with toothpaste frosting.

He finally convinced you to make one, but only on the condition that he would eat it himself, and not trick anyone else into eating it.

Surprisingly, he agreed and ate it then and there, cringing but laughing the whole time. 

You sorta admired his ability to joke around durring every situation

You felt like he meant well, even though he pestered people sometimes

He started to hang around and pester you for a while. 

He was expecting to get a good reaction out of you, maybe you weren't really all that chipper and you'd snap and show your angry side?

But instead you just laughed along. 

You even started to appreciate his presence, and he started to appreciate yours.

When you found a letter in your locker asking to meet at a random building after school, you were sure it was some elaborate prank by Kokichi

When you saw him outside of the seemingly normal building, it seemed to confirm your suspicion. 

When he saw you he grinned widely and brought you inside the building

Instead of an office building, it was a large lair, as if from a cheesy superhero movie

"See? I told you I had an evil organization" Kokichi laughed as you looked around in awe. 

"Now, I have a question," he hummed. 

"Would you like to join me as leader? As the queen of D.I.C.E?" He held out his hand

You could tell he wasn't lying.

Korekiyo Shinguji

There were a lot of rumors around school about the new freshman. 

He looked rather intimidating, and hopes peak was known for having a number of strange people, so the rumors came naturally. 

Some said he was a killer, some of the more spiritual students claimed he was a demon. 

The rumors didn't phase you. 

One day during lunch you saw him sitting all alone absorbed in a large book and taking notes. He didn't have anything to eat.

You sat next to him and took out a cookie from your bag and offered it to him. 

"Oh, hello" he looked over at you. "Thank you, but I'm not one to eat in public" 

"Are you sure? You can still have it for later" you gave him the cookie. "It's pumpkin"

You could see his smile from his eyes as he thanked you. 

"Well, let me at least repay the favor to you. How about I tell you about my favorite fable?" 

You nodded and spent the lunch period listening to him talk about fables. 

He was excited to talk about his interests, even if he didn't show it. 

The bell rang. "Thank you for staying with me, my name is Korekiyo Shinguji. It's been a pleasure to talk with you" he said as he got up, grunting slightly as he lifted up his piles of books

He continued to be avoided by your classmates, so you continued to sit with him. 

Soon, you didn't sit with him because he looked lonely, but because you liked to spend time with him. 

You were the one who confessed to him, but he was the one who fell in love first.

One day after school, he looked over at you and pulled you behind the school where they were all alone

"(Y/N), please close your eyes. It'll be quick, I promise"

You smiled and did so. 

Kiyo quickly pulled down his mask and kissed your cheek softly, smiling. He pulled up his mask as you opened your eyes. 

"I love you, darling" he hummed softly.

Ryoma Hoshi

As soon as Ryoma met you at school, he started to push you away

He didn't say it to your face or anything that he didn't want to be around you, but he tried to make it clear enough. 

He would leave whenever you were around, or just ignore you. 

You had heard vaguely of his past through rumors, and it didn't phase you.

It was kinda strange… Why would he avoid you when you were the only person in school who didn't avoid him due to his past?

It was because of how nice you were. You sweet you were. You reminded him of her. 

Of the beautiful woman who did nothing wrong and he wasn't able to protect

After many weeks of avoiding, he finally let you in. 

You two had lunch together and just talked.

Talked about each other's interests. About some random show that was on TV recently. About current events. 

Just talked. 

After lunch that day he hid in the bathroom and cried pure joy. 

It was nice to not be avoided.

Even after spending a few months sitting with you everyday at lunch, he still barely opened up to you. 

With the end of the school year approaching, you both knew that he would be alone for a while. 

On the last day of school, he asked you to meet him at a local park. 

When you met up with him, he slowly started to let his feelings spill out of him.

About how he didn't want to lose you. About how you were the only person he had truly connected with since 'the incident' (he didn't elaborate, but you could assume it had to do with his incarceration). About how much you cared for him even though he had tried to push you away. About how alone he was without you. 

He cried softly as you pulled him into his arms. 

"(Y/N)" he whispered quietly between sobs

"Please, let me love you. Please let me be your boyfriend"

You nodded quietly and held him close.

Shuichi Saihara

You're both very different, so people never thought you'd get together. 

But actually, you balanced each other out well. 

You brought him out of his shell and he helped you appreciate some of the slower things in life. 

He hates PDA, but is very touch starved and likes cuddling with you when you're alone

Play with this mans hair please 

He cried the first time you cuddled him just because he didn't realize how much he'd love it 

He doesn't eat to much sweets, but adores yours. 

You guys watch old crime movies together, even though they have a lot of inaccuracies. 

Coffee dates 

He loves your bread he'd genuinely die for your bread. 

Please love your adorable goth boyfriend.

#danganronpa scenarios #justweebsworld #fem s/o #drv3 #gonta gokuhara #kiibo #kaito momota #kokichi ouma #kokichi oma #korekiyo shinguji #ryoma hoshi #suichi saihara #x reader