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frogtanii · 4 years

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embarrassed ft. matsukawa issei

wc. 2.7k (???)

warnings. SMUT, not proofread lol, mutual pining (??), friends to lovers (???), cunnilingus lmao, no dom/sub dynamics, well actually dom&sub issei if you squint rlly hard hehe, kinda cute, embarrassed issei <3, also one (1) WAP reference

an. it’s 2:30 am and i have no idea why i wrote this and who for???? i got the idea from a 🦋😳🙈✨ audio and was immediately inspired idk, sorry if it’s bad i lichrally have no idea since i didn’t read it after it was done :p

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it wasn’t like matsukawa issei to be embarrassed.

he was handsome, intelligent, and funny, not to mention he never left women wanting after a night with him.

issei was the entire package and he knew it.

beyond superficiality though, he was happy with his life. he had a great group of friends, a nice apartment all to himself and a completely normal job.

yes, being a funeral home employee wasn’t the most glamorous career a person could have but he was happy. besides, it never deterred him from getting a warm body to sleep with which was a win in his book.

all in all? his life was great!

so why did he have to go and screw it all up?

issei blames makki and the dumb flyer for the reason his life went to shit. (maybe he’s being a little dramatic, but let him have his oikawa moment.)

he was minding his own business when his best friend (recently turned enemy) burst through his apartment door with a piece of paper in his hand and a fire in his eyes.

“dude, look at this!” issei rolled his eyes, putting down his casket catalogue and turning to meet takahiro’s gaze.

“why hello to you too. remind me why i gave you a key again?”

“because you love me and because i bring shit like this to you. look!” with another long and suspiciously tooru-like sigh, issei took the crumpled paper from makki and immediately stopped in his tracks.

“makki... what the fuck is this?”

written in large pink letters and a flowery, borderline illegible font was the name, coffee and cunnilingus. upon further inspection and careful reading, it revealed itself to be a little cafe opening up about 10 minutes from issei’s apartment complex who were looking to hire “young, attractive men who are proficient at eating pussy.”

issei could feel his eyes narrow and his mouth drop open in shock as he repeated his question. “the fuck is this?”

makki shook his head excitedly, tapping to another portion of the flyer that matsukawa had not yet read. “no, no dude, just look at how much they’re paying per hour.” issei begrudgingly obliged but the minute his eyes touched the (Massive™) number, he felt a little faint.

it was a lot of money. more than the funeral home was paying, that’s for sure. with that kind of money he could move out of this suddenly dingy seeming apartment and into a nice flat in the city were he’d always wanted to live. maybe he could buy himself a nice watch or even a high-end suit to replace the one from his highschool graduation (aka the only suit he owns). with that kind of money, he could erase his student debt 3 years ahead of schedule and get his mom into a nicer place.

it was these thoughts that clouded issei’s head as he found himself standing in front of a cute looking building, matching the address on the flyer. i’ll only be working part time, he thought as he pushed the door open to reveal an equally impressing interior with curtained booths and a wide variety of coffee on the menu. i’m only doing it for extra money, he thought as he shook the owner’s hand after he finished his successful interview. no one can ever know, he thought as he dressed himself in the uniform on his first day.

thus began issei’s super secret side hustle where he ate women out for cash.

sounds worse when you say it outright but it was just working. he was good at it, the women liked him, and he was making BANK. still, there were challenges. some women refused to bathe before coming and he would have to send them to the restroom to freshen up which absolutely ruined his chances for a good tip. some women would become heavily infatuated with him, believing that they were in some sort of forbidden romance. he learned to turn them down quick and easy to avoid conflict in the workplace which furthered his space as a boss favorite. but his hardest challenge by far was meeting you.

you were one of hanamaki’s friends, having met him at one of his brief stints in retail on his search for a job. he had gotten fired but you both stayed in touch after he left, becoming really close, really fast.

issei had met you first when takahiro had invited you to the biweekly seijoh third-years movie night. at first, he had been pissed as an “outsider” had never been invited before and he was worried you’d ruin the vibe, especially since it was the first time in months that oikawa would be able to join them. makki vouched for you through and through and the other boys were okay with it so you were in. the second he met you, all his fears of awkwardness and discomfort faded away.

you were great.

you were hilarious, pretty, and could keep up with makki’s harsh jokes, tooru’s diva attitude, iwa’s tendency to hit (hard), and issei’s original disdain. by the end of the night, he had completely forgotten why he didn’t want you there in the first place.

from then on, you were a staple in their little friend group. you were added to the groupchat where you balanced memes with spouts of deep wisdom and you were ever so reliable, always there if any of them needed it.

yeah, you were great. that’s where the problems started.

issei’s feelings for you quickly went from platonic to romantic, faster than you can say godzilla. he hadn’t even recognized that he was falling for you until it was way too late. normally, he wouldn’t have a problem confessing to you but because of his newly found ...occupation, he was too nervous. how would you take it that he was basically a glorified prostitute? ok, that wasn’t exactly what he did but still! you’d probably find him disgusting and horrible and leave the friend group forever. then he’d have to deal with oikawa’s senseless whining and makki’s subtle digs, blaming him for your departure. yeah, he wasn’t going to put himself through that so he decided to keep his mouth shut.

too bad he didn’t have any control over makki’s.

you and takahiro had been on a little friend-date at mcdonald’s after you’d had a long and frustrating shift. you just wanted to vent, expressing your general hate for your job and desperate need for stress relief.

that’s when makki opened his (big, stupid) mouth and suggested that you visit a little place called coffee and cunnilingus. you nearly choked on your fries at the title before quickly pressing him for details. thankfully, he had the decency not to expose that issei worked there but he had not done a good enough job convincing you not to go there. not that it would’ve mattered. your curiosity was peaked and your libido was high so why not try out the weird cafe where you let a complete stranger stick his tongue inside you?

it was settled. you were going to go and you were going to get eaten out and you were going to like it!

or at least that is what you repeated in your head as you walked to the address on your phone before taking a deep breath and walking inside.

“hello, welcome to coffee and cunnilingus, how might i pleasure you this afterno— yn?” issei’s eyes widened as they met your equally bewildered ones, the both of you staring at each other in shock.

“matsukawa-san, is everything alright?” a large hand rested on issei’s shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts and forcing him to break (horrified) eye contact with you and move it onto his boss who was now looking down on him menacingly.

“y-yes sir, everything is fine!” he squeaked out, hating the way his voice cracked on his first syllable. his boss looked at him suspiciously but thankfully didn’t press.

“well, since nothing is wrong, take this beautiful young woman to a booth where you will assist her!” the hand resting on issei’s shoulder slowly squeezed, making him wince in pain. the pain was only an afterthought though to the larger implication of his boss’ words. he’s going to assist you. assist as in pleasure. pleasure as in eat you out.

holy shit, you were going to pass out.

apparently, issei had the same thought process as you, his face whitening like a sheet. “m-me? but sir i-“

“do your job matsukawa-san!” his boss cut him off with a forced smile. all issei could do was nod and silently lead you off to a closed booth near the back or lose his job. you stayed close behind him but remained quiet, absolutely terrified of breaking the silence and ruining the bubble you had created.

you finally reached the booth in question. issei gently opened the curtain and motioned for you to get it, to which you obliged and he followed just behind.

the moment the curtain closed, you were enveloped in an awkward silence and tense atmosphere, neither of you speaking or looking at one another for fear of one of you running out. after what felt like hours, you opened your mouth to speak, not realizing issei had thought the same thing.

“so-“

“i-“

you finally made eye contact with him and burst into the laughter, the tension quickly broken. it took a full minute or two for the both of you to calm down, the absurdity of the entire situation finally catching up with you.

“you first,” issei said, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes while fixing you with an intense gaze swirled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place but it made butterflies bubble up in your stomach. you quickly turned your gaze to the comfortable seat beneath you, your fingers playing with the red stitching while you thought of what you had wanted to say.

“are you any good?” your hand flew up to cover your mouth as your cheeks filled with heat, the embarrassment of your words catching up to you. you hadn’t meant to say that but when you opened your mouth to apologize, you were stopped in your tracks by the lovely sound of issei’s full-bodied laughter filling the tiny booth.

you had heard it just moments earlier but without the sound of your own giggles drowning it out, you couldn’t help but think that he sounded beautiful. you basked in the sound as it slowly trailed off back into silence. now it was you doing the staring making issei look off with a red face and a heart threatening to pound out of his chest.

“y-yeah i’m pretty good. you want to try? me, i mean?” his words nearly leave you gasping, your brain working overtime to try and comprehend what he was saying to you.

“only if y-you want to? what do you want issei?” you whispered, suddenly unable to find your voice. you wanted this to be okay for him too; you didn’t want him to be uncomfortable even though you wanted him more than you could verbally express. despite the embarrassment and fear of rejection lingering under your skin, you stared at him, awaiting his answer. a tiny minuscule nod came from him and you internally shook your head. you needed to hear him.

“i need you to say it, issei.” your words, while quiet, were firm and issei felt himself hardening in his uniform slacks. he swallowed in his increasingly drying mouth before opening his mouth to respond.

“i want to eat your pussy. can i?”

shit.

your own voice was stolen by his words and all you could give him was a nod before he was on you.

issei didn’t waste any time falling to his knees, pulling your panties down, and hiking your skirt up to your stomach, revealing your glistening folds to his hungering eyes.

“fuck, you’re so wet,” is all the warning you get before he’s licking a long stripe up you from entrance to clit before he’s sucking the hard, sensitive nub into his mouth. your eyes immediately rolled back into your head, your hips instinctively bucking up into his mouth while a gasped moan of issei left your lips.

if he could bottle your moans and use them whenever he pleased, he would, the sound sending another pulse of arousal to his already hard cock. he was tempted to reach down and pull himself out of his trousers but he denied himself. this was about you; you and your wet ass pussy.

issei continued his ministrations on your clit, circling it with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth while his hand was ready to get busy. it crept up your thigh, sending shivers down your spine until it reached your sopping entrance, two of his fingers teasing the slit before delving in to the third knuckle.

the moan you let out is borderline animalistic as your body sends another wave of slick pulsing out over his hand. he groaned into your cunt at your tightness, his mind only imagining him deep within you while you squeeze him for all he’s got.

the amount of slick you produced made it easy for him to add a third finger, thrusting them in and out while also crooking them upwards in search for your special spot that would have you seeing stars. it took him a little prodding but he knew he found it when your back arched, your hand came down into his hair, and you whimpered out a string of curses.

“that’s it baby, cmon, you’re doing so well, wanna see you come apart for me,” he all but growled against your clit before delving back in with a higher intensity, his desperation for you to come winning out his desire to tease you and drag this out as long as possible.

with his incessant pressure on your g-spot and his lips suctioned around your clit, it wasn’t long before he got what he wanted.

“isseiisseiisseiissei, i’m coming, i’m coming-oh fuck!” you screamed as you clenched and gushed all over his fingers, your entire body caving in with the intensity of your orgasm. his fingers were practically forced from your spasming cunt but they quickly found a place rubbing your nub side to side as fast as possible. the overwhelming urge to pee came over you and you shook your head, trying to push his hand away.

“no, no, give it to me, i know you can,” issei groaned, his eyes locked on your dripping pussy. the pleasure he was giving came to a head at his words and you felt a clear liquid escape from your tired, overstimulated cunt, your mouth opening in a silent moan before collapsing back on the seat.

the sight proved to be too much for issei as he felt his body tense, his own orgasm washing over him as he emptied himself into his boxers. he fell back onto the ground, in shock of himself coming entirely untouched. he’d never done it before but of course it was you that would bring it out of him. a smile spread across his face at the thought, his head tilting back as he laughed, catching the attention of your worn body.

“what’re y’laughing at?” you slurred, cringing a little at how fucked out you sounded but issei didn’t seem to mind, his face glowing while covered in your slick and cum.

“nothing, nothing, but uh, i have a question.” you felt your heart leap to your chest, your mind already racing with the possibilities. he’s going to say this was a mistake, that we’re just better off as friends. oh god, what if he says i stunk? or the worst pussy he’s ever had? or what if—

“want to go and get a coffee?” he asked, the smile still plastered on his face but with an uncharacteristic hint of shyness. the butterflies were back in your stomach as you shyly nodded before allowing him to help clean you up and standing, not missing how he slipped your lacy underwear deep into one of his pockets.

issei’s hand found its way into yours as he said goodbye to his coworkers and boss before leading you out of the cafe, watching you tell an animated retelling of the bullshit that occurred at your job with a warm grin on his face and pink cheeks.

it might not be like matsukawa issei to be embarrassed but if it resulted in getting you by his side? he would do it again and again.

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rocorambles · 4 years

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Pairing: Iwaizumi x reader mainly, with sides of Oikawa x reader, Hanamaki x reader, Matsukawa x reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, Toxic Relationships, Manipulation, Spanking, NSFW, Degradation, Non-Con/Dub-Con

Summary: Iwaizumi is the only one who has your heart, but you’re realizing that you should have read the fine print of the contract when you signed up to be his girlfriend. Maybe then you would have seen the names of the other three shareholders clearly written out.

Requested by Anon

If someone had asked you how you felt about love and the idea of soulmates when you first entered high school, you would have laughed in their face. You were growing up, becoming more jaded, becoming more knowledgeable about the world. You didn’t have time for silly romantic notions, not with school, extracurriculars, and cramming for the college entrance exam. But then you met a spiky haired boy with the most beautiful green eyes you’ve ever seen and suddenly, love didn’t seem so far fetched.

It wasn’t love at first sight, far from it. At most it was slight interest as the two of you sat through the same classes and walked past each other in the halls of Aoba Johsai. Neither of you yourselves really understand how it happened, but subtle nods of acknowledgement became friendly good mornings, polite small talk became playful exchanges full of inside jokes, and weekends spent separately became weekends you spent watching Iwaizumi’s volleyball games and going on dates to video arcades and movie theaters that were playing anything monster or Godzilla related. And now, as a third year, as an official adult, you think you just might have found your soulmate.

You cherish the moments you spend alone with Iwaizumi. Sometimes the moments are sweet as the two of you sit on a pair of swings and talk under the night sky full of stars twinkling, as if they’re winking at the two lovebirds encased in their soft glow. Sometimes the moments are heated as the two of you argue about which Godzilla remake is the best. Sometimes the moments are full of laughter as Iwaizumi holds you in his arms and recounts something stupid or funny that had happened at volleyball practice. And sometimes, now that both of you have passed the mark of adulthood and see each other for the man and woman you’ve both become, the moments are full of passion and desire as you lock the bedroom door and entangle limbs on a soft mattress.

Every second you have with your lover is perfect, but it’s becoming harder and harder to find time alone together. You like Iwaizumi’s friends. You really do. And you love the fact that he has such a good group of close friends, but sometimes you wonder if it’s normal for them to be so close to you as well.

Matsukawa isn’t so bad, but you can almost feel his large presence hovering around you as you walk from class to class. You’ve gotten used to the way his tall frame casually leans outside your classroom door when the bell rings and you shoot a smile at him, but you find it odd that he picks you up from classes even more often than Iwaizumi does. He’s become a second shadow by your side and at first you had found it unnerving, especially since he doesn’t speak much, but over time you’d grown to find comfort in the security he radiated and the soothing peacefulness his quiet personality offered.

On the other hand, there are definitely times when you wonder if you can muzzle Hanamaki. The chestnut haired boy has always been able to make you laugh and you genuinely enjoy talking to him, but his recent increase of pet names for you and his flirtatious remarks that borderline sexual innuendos make you tense. You had brushed off his initial usage of babe, honey, and sweetheart, but when he had called you a pillow princess in broad daylight, in front of your class, your cheeks had flamed a bright red and you had to fight the urge to slap him. But he always backed off at the perfect moment, right before you completely lost your cool, and you grudgingly continued conversing with him until the tension slackened and the two of you were back to your playful banter.

But the worst of them all is Oikawa. The first time he had planted a kiss on your cheek you had frozen stiff, but you had just chalked it up to his womanizing ways and shrugged it off. But it’s harder to ignore the way he’s constantly finding ways to hold your hand, twirl locks of your hair around his long fingers, and far too intimately rest his hands on your hips. It’s unfortunate for you since Oikawa is also the one who you always feel the need to be on your best behavior around. You know he’s Iwaizumi’s best friend, the longest friend he’s ever had, a friend he’s practically known and spent his entire life with. But that doesn’t stop the way unease churns in your gut whenever he’s around you and it feels like he’s always around. In fact, it feels like all three of them are always around you, almost even more so than your boyfriend himself.

You consider bringing it up to Iwaizumi in private multiple times, but even when the three get up to their antics right in front of your boyfriend, he never seems to be bothered. He just shrugs his shoulders and continues talking to you when Matsukawa offers to hold your bags for you. He just laughs when Hanamaki leers at you with barely concealed lust in his eyes and says he’d love to see you in the skimpiest bikini they could find for the upcoming beach trip you’re all planning. And even when you had stared at him with panic written all over your face as Oikawa forcefully pulled you until you were sitting in his lap, Iwaizumi had just nonchalantly looked up at the two of you and told you both to keep it down as he bent his head back down to continue studying. You trust Iwaizumi with your heart, your life, so if he’s fine with everything and he isn’t concerned, maybe you’re just overthinking things? Yeah, that must be it. You mentally chide yourself for being ‘that girl’ you’ve always hated and made fun of, ‘that girl’ who complains about her boyfriend’s friends for no legitimate reason. Disgusted at yourself for getting so worked up over nothing, you vow to take your boyfriend’s lead and just take it all in stride.

The rest of the school year continues until one day, your teacher decides to surprise you all with randomly assigning you partners for a project. The classroom groans. Isn’t it silly to forcefully pair up third years? It’s your last year and you all know each other enough to know exactly who you want to work with, but your teacher ignores your disgruntled muttering and that’s how you find yourself seated next to a boy you’ve seen around, but never really talked to outside of a few superficial lines of small talk. He’s nice enough and the two of you settle into a comfortable rhythm as you outline and plan out how to complete the project and you both smile as you exchange phone numbers, agreeing to text each other about when to meet up.

It’s just your luck that this project is going to take an entire month to finish and you whine to Iwaizumi about not getting more time to hang out with him, but he just chuckles and flicks your forehead, telling you to behave and get your work done. After all, what’s one month when you have an entire summer break to spend together, four years of college, and hopefully an entire rest of your lives to spend together? You blush at the implications of the last part of that sentence, but you wholeheartedly agree and you throw yourself into the project, hoping to keep your grades up even in your last year.

The work is more complex and time consuming than you had originally thought and your partner is just as studious as you, so the two of you find yourselves spending a lot of time together. You discuss what the best next step is between classes. You put your heads together at lunch as you both jot down ideas in your notebooks. You text each other about when’s a good time to meet up in person outside of school to keep on working. It’s all purely platonic, but the three sets of eyes following you, watching you, observing you narrow in displeasure.

You aren’t around Iwaizumi as much as you furiously work to complete your project and the boys use that to their advantage, crafting words, twisting tales, whispering into Iwaizumi’s ears every chance they can get. During practice, in the locker room, as they walk back home together, they constantly feed him lies, exaggerations, and condemning words. Matsukawa makes offhands comments about how friendly the two of you seem to have gotten, claiming he was surprised when he saw your partner tuck a lock of hair behind your ear as the two of you walked together in between classes. His eyes look on in amusement as they catch the brief furrow in Iwaizumi’s brows. Hanamaki teases Iwaizumi for being so oblivious. “Iwaizumi, her partner’s going to steal her from right under your nose at this rate. I mean I saw the way he looked at her when they were talking and he totally wants to fuck her. He could barely stop looking at her tits and ass, not that I can blame the guy.” He secretly smiles when he sees the ace’s fists clench at his words. But the breaking point is when Oikawa comes rushing into the volleyball gym, loudly exclaiming of your betrayal. “Iwa-chan! I accidentally read Y/N’s text when I was sitting next to her and her partner asked her to get coffee with him this weekend. They’re going on a date! You need to stop them.” The three third years share a dark amused look when Iwaizumi spikes the balls harder than usual at practice that day.

Furious is an understatement for how Iwaizumi is feeling and he knows he’s being an asshole, he knows the criticism he shouts at Kindaichi and Kunimi is more harsh than it should be, he knows he’s hitting the spikes way too hard for a normal practice when Watari flinches as he practices his receives. But he can’t bring himself to care as the image of you and that fucking bastard who’s your partner fill his mind. The first and second years steer clear of their vice captain as the team freshens up in the locker room and Iwaizumi is so caught up in his thoughts that he misses the way Oikawa ushers the juniors out as quickly as he can leaving just the four third years alone. He practically growls when a hand is gently placed on his shoulder, but he takes a deep breath to calm down when he turns and sees Hanamaki raising both of his arms in submission. His stomach knots a little at the sympathetic look in both Matsukawa’s and Hanamaki’s eyes, but he’s distracted by Oikawa shoving a phone into his hands. “Iwa-chan, you need to talk to her right now! She should be wrapping up her club activity right now too. Tell her to come.” It’s actually not a bad idea and with the encouragement of his friends he finds himself shooting a text your way and they all wait for you to arrive.

“Can you come to the locker room? We need to talk.” You worriedly bite your lip as you run as fast as you can to the boy’s locker room. The text had come out of nowhere and it sounded so serious, so...final. You shake your head rapidly dispelling your greatest fear. No, there’s no way Iwaizumi was breaking up with you, you know how much the two of you love each other, but what could possibly be wrong then? You're panting for breath by the time you reach the meeting spot and you bang on the doors, expecting your boyfriend to come out, so you yelp in shock when instead, the doors open and a strong arm hauls you inside until you’re in the middle of the lit room, held tightly against a familiar hard chest. You wince at the harsh grip Iwaizumi has on your hips as he burrows his head into the crook of your neck, but you soothingly rub his back, the only part of his body you have access to in your current position as you gently coax him into telling you what’s wrong.

A sarcastic laugh fills the room at your words and you flinch in surprise. You hadn’t realized anyone else was here and as your boyfriend’s grip loosens a bit, you squirm until you can look around and your face pales when you see the rest of the third years lounging around, staring at the both of you. “Hajime, I really shouldn’t be here, especially not if there are other guys in here. We’re going to get in so much trouble if someone finds out!” You struggle to escape his hold and rush out of the room, but his iron grip returns and holds you still.

“Is it true? Are you going on a date with your partner this weekend?”

“Wh-what?” You’re so flabbergasted by the question that your mouth flaps open and you make unintelligible sounds for a few seconds before you put yourself together. “Hajime, what are you talking about? Of course not! We’re just meeting up to work on the project.”

“I didn’t realize you get coffee at the most popular cafe in town for dates just to work on a project with someone you barely know.” You angrily whip your head around and scowl at Oikawa. You’re beginning to realize exactly what’s happening and you frantically clutch Iwaizumi’s face in your hands and plead with him to take your side, to believe you, but you know your words are falling on deaf ears as every question he asks you and every answer you respond with is spoken over by one of the other three figures predatorily staring at you. Your heart sinks as you see the fury building in his sharp eyes and tears well in your eyes as you feel his nails dig painfully into your skin as he tightens his hold on you even more with every filthy lie his friends spew. It only stops when you begin to sob and hold Iwaizumi almost as tightly as he’s holding you, blabbering on and on about how much you love him, how sorry you are for making him feel like he isn’t the only man you need in your life.

You revel in the way calloused hands loosen their grip and begin to tenderly stroke your hair and soon the only sounds in the room are your sniffles and Iwaizumi’s affirmation of his love for you, but when your cries finally subside, a hand grabs your chin and firmly forces you to look up until you lock eyes with the green you’ve come to love. “I love you and I know you love me, but you need to be punished. I can’t just let you get away with thinking that flirting, letting other men touch you, letting other men even think they have a chance to be with you is okay.” You nervously look at the other three men still silently watching the two of you and you beg Iwaizumi to save the punishment for home, for when the two of you are alone. You know what his punishments entail and there’s no way in hell you’re letting them witness it, but your resistance and struggling only serve to irritate your boyfriend even more. You flinch when loud tearing sounds fill the room before fabric flutters to the floor and you desperately try to hide your now naked body as your ruined clothing mockingly litters the ground around you.

Iwaizumi sits on the bench and pats his lap as he pointedly stares at you and you hesitantly stumble over and lay yourself across him, your ass perfectly positioned in the middle of his thighs and you shudder when you feel his hand sensually rub the plump mounds before grabbing a handful and teasingly squeezing the flesh. Humiliation lances through you when you hear Hanamaki’s wolf whistle almost right in your ear and despite everything inside of you telling you not to look, to pretend this isn’t happening, you turn your head and see the three of them far too close to Iwaizumi and you, their shadows falling across your prone figure. You quickly duck your head into the crook of your arms as you try to hide your face, but a warning smack on your ass has you lifting it again, although you keep your eyes straight ahead, refusing to look at your spectators.

“40 spanks.” “Hajime, that’s too much!” A smacking sound reverberates throughout the room and you scream at the sudden sharp pain. “I can increase it, babe. Don’t try me. I want you to count loud and clear and thank me after each hit. If any of us can’t clearly hear you, we’re starting from the beginning again.” You want to protest more, but the lingering ache from just that one hit stills your tongue and you whimper out a “yes, sir”.

Smack. “One. Thank you, sir.” Smack. “Two. Thank you, sir.” Smack. “Three. Thank you, sir.”

You try your best to keep the numbers in your head straight, to move your mouth and speak, but Iwaizumi is hitting you with the same force he uses in his spikes and pain and humiliation cloud your head and constrict your throat. When the thirteenth slap rains down all that escapes your mouth is a broken sob and you hear Oikawa’s voice mockingly sigh. “That’s no good. Iwa-chan told you what you need to say.” You clench your eyes shut in shame when Hanamaki moves to stand right in front of your face and crouches down until your eye to eye. “Did our little princess already forget how to count? Well, I hope you start counting like a big girl otherwise it’s going to be a long night.”

Smack. “One. Thank you, sir.” Smack. “Two. Thank you, sir.” Smack. “Three. Thank you, sir.”

You make it further this time, spurred on by your determination to get this over with, but it’s no use and you stumble over your words as the 24th hit comes down on your aching flesh. You quickly try to fix your mistake, but Matsukawa just smirks at you and wags his index finger at you and you recoil at being treated like a misbehaving child. Dread pools in your stomach as you wait for Iwaizumi to start from the beginning all over again, but a voice interrupts him.

“Iwa-chan, we have a game coming up. You shouldn’t overwork your arm.” Oikawa almost laughs at the confusion on Iwaizumi’s face and the hopeful glint in your eyes and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep the sick smile from stretching across his face when he sees your jaw drop at his next words. “Let’s take turns! We can forget about the counting rule since our silly little girl can’t seem to remember her numbers today. Iwa-chan’s already done more than his share, so how about 10 spanks each from the rest of us?” You wait for your boyfriend to stop this madness, to yell at them all in his trademark style, but panic consumes you when you feel him slide out from underneath you. “Not a bad idea, Shittykawa. Mattsun, you’re up.” Scrambling to get up, you raise yourself on all fours only to be shoved back down. “Behave,” your boyfriend grunts into your ear before affectionately kissing your temple as Matsukawa takes Iwaizumi’s seat and kneads your bruised cheeks. His hands are so big and you brokenly cry out from the pain of having the bruised flesh treated so roughly. It feels like ages before he finally stops his harsh handling of your sensitive skin, but you almost sob in relief when he begins to rain down hits. His slaps aren’t as powerful as Iwaizumi’s, but he purposefully aims for the tender spot where your thigh meets your ass and you scream as he repeatedly hits the same vulnerable spot over and over again. But despite the stinging pain, you don’t miss the way his other hand begins to slide down your back until it’s directly on your ass and you plead for him to stop as you feel long fingers spread your cheeks apart and fingertips begin to circle your tightly puckered hole, a hole even Iwaizumi hasn’t experienced yet. And for the first and only time of the night, your boyfriend’s voice sharply cuts through the air in warning and you relax as Matsukawa’s hand retreats back to your lower back.

Hanamaki’s up next and although he’s the weakest of the four, his hits are still strong enough that you whimper with every smack as your already abused bottom isn’t given any moment to rest. But what he lacks in power, he more than makes up for with his mouth and you try to cover your ears with your hands only to be stopped by Matsukawa gripping both your wrists tightly. “Damn, Iwaizumi. I’m jealous that you get to hit this whenever you want. You’re not going to be able to sit properly for days, princess. Red looks good on you. Shit, yeah, keep on squirming like that, sweetheart.” You freeze when you feel something hard nudging at your stomach. “Why’d you stop? You were making me feel so good.” You use all your willpower to stay as still as possible, but when fingers begin to dip into your pussy, your struggling renews. “Holy shit, you’re drenched, princess. Is this even a punishment if you enjoy it this much? Iwaizumi, your girl’s a slut.” Your ears burn with shame and you cry as Hanamaki rapidly thrusts his fingers in and out of you, the lewd wet sounds of your dripping cunt accompanying the loud smacks as his other hand continues your punishment. He finally finishes and you gasp when he rips his fingers out of you.

You whimper when you feel a new set of hands spread your legs apart. “Wow, you’re so pretty even down here, Y/N-chan!” A tongue flattens against your pussy and languidly takes one long swipe and despite your wailing and cries for him to stop, you feel your pussy get even wetter from Oikawa’s action. You’ve never been more thankful for your boyfriend than when he yells at Oikawa to stop fooling around and get on with the last part of your punishment and with a “Mean, Iwa-chan!” the tall brunette takes his place underneath you and almost affectionately rests his hand on your ass. But you know better. You’ve seen Oikawa’s serves up close and personal. And sure enough, when his hand comes swinging down, a loud, piercing sound fills the room and it takes you a minute to register that it’s your own voice echoing throughout the room. He pauses between each hit, waiting for you to fully come down, waiting for your senses to return to you, and when you’ve barely scraped yourself together, he whips his arm through the air again. It’s a vicious cycle and you think you might faint from the sheer overwhelmingness of it all when he’s only halfway through, but Oikawa’s always been a master of reading people and he patiently waits no matter how long it takes for you to collect yourself together, wanting you to be fully aware when his palm meets your ass. You know you should feel nothing but hate for the handsome setter, especially since he’s one of the reasons you’re in this position, but he knows just the right words, just the right tone to use as he murmurs praises and encouragements to you and with your body overwrought with exhaustion, pain, and humiliation, you melt at the sweet words that act as a pleasant temporary escape.

Iwaizumi’s quick to wrap you in his arms as soon as Oikawa’s last smack echoes throughout the room and he carefully rearranges you, making sure not to even brush against your bottom more than necessary, until you’re curled up in his lap, your hands weakly wrapping around him as your face sinks into his muscled chest. He can feel your body quivering against his and he peppers kisses all over the top of your forehead, murmuring about how well you took your punishment, what a good girl you are, how much he loves you. And he feels his heart absolutely melt when you look up at him with glassy eyes and tell him how much you love him. He’s so lovestruck that he doesn’t even question the way your eyes trail to the other three men as you continue with your barely coherent words, apologizing for everything that you did. He doesn’t notice how you completely relax in his arms only when Matsukawa nods at you, Hanamaki smiles at you, and Oikawa winks at you in approval and forgiveness.

Iwaizumi is the only one who has your heart, but you’re realizing that you should have read the fine print of the contract when you signed up to be his girlfriend. Maybe then you would have seen the names of the other three shareholders clearly written out. But as your eyelids grow heavy and you sink further into the toned body and earthy scent that have become like home to you, you vaguely think that it might all be worth it as long as Iwaizumi and you have each other.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu yandere #yandere haikyuu #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #tw: noncon

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matchsumu · 3 years

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tender and gradual

the moment you realized you loved him

description: you get sick with a cold and your friend makes the fever and headache bearable.

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: illness (not covid), language

a/n: SO MUCH DIALOGUE SORRY. I have the biggest crush on this man

pt2

You should've listened to Iwaizumi when he told you to put on more layers before braving the Miyagi winter.

“Iwa, I’ll be fine,” you had reassured him, “it’s not even that cold.”

“Don’t come crying to me when you get sick,” he scoffed, loud enough to make the audio crinkle through your phone's speaker, “I don't want you to watch me play if you’re going to get hypothermia on the way over.”

“Relax, Iwa. I’ll grab a jacket or something if it gets you off my back,” you grumbled through the phone lodged in between your ear and shoulder.

His scowly retort made you snicker as you swung the front door behind you.

“See ya there!” You cheered into the phone before hanging up and racing to the bus stop.

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Turns out, the jacket wasn't enough to keep you warm on the walk; which is why you were spending the day stuck in your bed, sick with a pounding headache and sore throat.

Iwaizumi always felt the need to remind you how stubborn you were, something that you vehemently denied--which really only further proved his point, but you always conveniently became painfully distracted whenever he chose to bring this up. Especially now, when you were actively avoiding your friend’s messages and the scolding that was bound to come. You had drifted off to sleep, thinking that you were in the clear, until your bedroom door banged open, startling you awake from your nap.

“You really thought that you could hide from me forever?” a voice remarks above you. Iwaizumi stood at the foot of your bed, brows furrowed and gripping a handful of his mother’s flowery tote bag.

You groaned into your pillow. “Please don't yell at me, my head hurts enough already.”

“Quit complaining,” he grumbled, digging his hand into the bag, “Eat this.” He passed a thermos over to you.

“What is it?” You decided not to mention the godzilla stickers that covered the metal exterior, valuing your life in this moment.

“Soup,” he stated simply before plopping down onto the covers, right on top of your poor, squished feet.

“OW!” you yelped, “that hurt.”

“I bought you candy too.”

“You’re forgiven. What kind?” You peered into the bag.

“Hey! Watch it,” he swatted your hand away, “let me do it so you don’t get your germs everywhere.

“Didn’t know that you still believed in cooties,” you smirked.

He rolled his eyes, but there was no animosity behind the action. “You’re not getting any candy until you finish your soup.”

“Whatever, mom.” He frowned at your remark. “Toss me a spoon.��

“I don’t have to be your mom to give a shit about what happens to you,” Iwaizumi grumbled.

“So sweet, you actually have feelings.”

“I’ll leave and take the candy with me.”

“Alright, I’ll behave! Let’s not get too rash, Iwa.”

You slurp your soup happily as he scrolled through your laptop.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure,” you replied in between mouthfuls of noodles.

He chose this time, deeming that you were too sick and your judgment had been compromised. “You’re just going to pick some shitty movie and then fall asleep halfway. If I’m going to be the only one watching all the way through, then I should be able to pick.”

“That’s definitely just a lame ass excuse to watch Godzilla for the millionth time,” you mouthed back.

Iwaizumi flung a pillow at you, knocking you back down onto your bed. “Quit whining, I know you like it too.”

You stuck your tongue out before erupting into a coughing fit.

He gently patted your back and handed you a glass of water. “If you get me sick, I’m totally gonna kick your ass.” The juxtaposition between his harsh words and sweet actions amused you.

“Wow, I’m really feeling the love,” you said after your throat cleared up.

He grunted, but made no further comment.

As unfriendly as your banter seemed, Iwaizumi held a special place in your heart. He was always there to support you, no matter how inconvenient it was for him.

He made you soup.

Something about the image of Iwaizumi standing in his kitchen and stirring a boiling pot just to help you feel better, made your chest fuzzy. You had felt this way a few times before, but you had always shaken the feeling off. Iwaizumi was just being a nice person, he cared this way for everyone. He had always been a giver, putting others before himself. You had noticed it with Oikawa, yourself, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and the rest of the volleyball club.

What made his feelings towards you any different from them?

The thought made your stomach churn and brows furrow. He was actually kind of handsome too- that much was obvious. You and Oikawa paid Iwaizumi plenty of compliments, mostly because the flush that would appear around his ears while he shouted obscenities' in retaliation was all too amusing, but also because you meant every word that came out of your lips.

And you had to tell him. Even if your tone was joking and he didn’t take it seriously, you still wanted to tell him nice things about himself because Iwaizumi deserved to hear it.

Did you want him to feel differently towards you?

“Are you falling asleep already?” He nudged your shoulder with his, snapping you out of your daze.

“We’re barely fifteen minutes in, do you really have that little faith in me?” You felt your palms begin to sweat at his touch.

“Is that drool on your chin?”

“Shut up, dickhead.”

“Wow, very mature,” he teased and turned back to the screen.

Even simple moments like these, you cherished because they were with him- quiet and intimate Iwaizumi.

“Thanks.”

He turned his head to face you, confused by your statement. “For what?”

You made a gesturing motion with your hand at the tote bag. “Thanks for taking care of me. It really means a lot.”

Thank you for tolerating me for all these years. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for being you. Thank you for everything.

“Yeah well,” he trailed off, ears crimson, “you would do the same for me.”

Yes you would, you realized. You would walk around the whole globe to be with Iwaizumi, but it wouldn’t even matter because he would travel double just to be able to journey with you twice.

Why was it so difficult to put your thoughts into words? When you thought about him your mind traveled at the speed of light, but now that he was right in front of you, your brain turned to mush.

“You know,” you took a deep breath, “you’re actually kind of a good guy.”

Oikawa was going to give you so much shit for this.

“Don’t say that like it’s revolutionary, brat.” He had turned away from you, but you still saw him fighting to hide a smile.

You both sat silently watching the characters move on the screen while a different scenario played through your heads.

What would happen if you were to brush your fingers across his? Would he flinch away, or would he welcome your touch?

You didn’t have to imagine for much longer, as Iwaizumi’s hand grazed against your knuckles.

“Holy shit, your hands are freezing,” he mumbled, taking your hands into his own and massaging the warmth back in, “did you even eat my soup?”

You gaped at him. “Um, well...”

You were about to explode. When the hell did he get like this? You had always been the one to tease him and make his face glow red, so how on earth has Iwaizumi managed to reduce you into a speechless wreck?

“Hey, Iwa?”

“Yeah?” He turned back to face you.

The laptop screen illuminated half of his face. He looked so youthful sitting there. The furrow that liked to rest between his brows had smoothed over, and you were reminded of how gentle Iwaizumi could be when he wasn’t worrying over something.

Tenderness coursed through Iwaizumi’s veins and fueled his daily actions. You’d seen it in the way he cared for his team, classmates, and you. He never asked anything in return, and yet there’s never been another person more deserving.

“Where’d you put my candy?”

He blinked slowly at you before snorting, “Jeez- hang on, I’ll grab it for you.”

You’d forgotten that his hand was in yours until he slipped it free, and you couldn’t help but miss the warmth. Something between the two of you had shifted. Maybe it happened before today, and it was only now that the gradual build had been made visible to you.

Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but feel a little grateful you had caught a cold.

“Oi, what are you looking at? Or did your brain finally give up?” Iwaizumi waved a free hand in front of your face.

“Ha ha, very funny,” you deadpanned, “now hand over the goods before I punch you in the leg.”

“Oh and I’m the violent one,” Iwaizumi scoffed but tossed a packet of m&m’s into your lap and pressed play.

-----

Iwaizumi was right, you fell asleep with fifteen minutes left of the movie. When you woke hours later, he was gone, but you liked to think that you hadn’t imagined the feeling of lips pressing against your forehead as you were tucked into bed.

#haikyuu #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hq #hq x reader #iwaizumi fluff #aoba jōsai #seijoh #he is the love of my life #his love language is acts of service you cannot convince me otherwise

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h4ji · 3 years

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─雨

summary: iwaizumi reminds you of the rain: a sign of life, but when your relationship changes, so does your view of rain.

warnings: infidelity/cheating, gradual relationship change, fluff to angst, & NOT PROOFREAD

wc: 2.5k

req: no

a/n: yes this is a repost, but here’s a fic inspired by the rain from a couple days ago

rain. you could either hate rain or love it, it could bring bad memories or good ones. you loved the rain because it reminded you of iwaizumi: his fresh scent, kisses in the rain, running in the rain, and the wet hair sticking to your forehead. your dates were often accompanied by rain, because of poor planning, but neither of you minded as you simply enjoy being in each other’s presence. the rain is symbolic, you and hajime saw it as renewal, a new spring, a revival of life. you both never saw it as a bad thing.

rainy days were either spent inside, bundled up and watching godzilla or outside, watching the dark grey sky turn into a blue sunny one from the window of a cafe. his calloused and warm hands holding your smaller ones. “haji, look!! the rain is pouring down!” you smile and hajime can’t help but smile at you. he pinches your cheek, “stop being so cute, y/n” he chuckles as you whine for him to stop. what could be better than this, you think. as the rain clear ups, hajime pulls you up and out of the cafe. the scent of fresh air and wet grass evident in your surroundings. rainy days were your favorites, because they reminded you of him.

it was supposed to rain all week, which delighted you to no extent. but hajime is a busy man, with the olympics so close he couldn’t spend as much time at home. you didn't mind one bit, you supported him every step of the way and as long as he was happy and loved his job, you would be happy for him. “i’m home,” hajime says out loud, his tired frame taking off his shoes as he looks at the floor. and then he hears the pitter patter of your sock covered feet, “welcome home, haji” you smile, hands clasped together in delight before you jump and wrap your arms around him. your giggles fill his ears and he’s never been more delighted to hear it. his toned arms wrap around your frame, “i missed you” he breathes out, and almost instantaneously breaths your scent in. home. this is home. you were his home.

the sound of the rain drumming against the glass of the window, you’re favorite type of day. “haji, look! it’s raining outside” you smile whilst pressing your hand against the cool glass, contemplating whether you’d go outside. but those thoughts died down as soon as hajime declined the offer to go out. and you understood. of course you did! he just came back from a grueling day at work, how could you make him do something like that. this should’ve been the least of your worries

the rain is beautiful. you watch the droplets slide down the window, the sound gradually getting louder. and for some reason, the rain didn’t make you happy anymore. it made you sad.

you tried to be understanding you really did, but hajime’s appearances at the house were practically nonexistent. where is he… you think as your fingers thump against the window sill, desperately looking outside, for a sign, a sign of hajime. you needed him. you didn’t realize but these symptoms: restlessness, trembling, harsh breaths and this constant worry, were of you having a panic attack. your body curls in on itself, an attempt to find solace in the cold room and the rain. but your lover was nowhere to be seen.

these situations started to make you resent the rain. the rain was no longer a symbol of life, renewal or spring. the thing that reminded you of hajime, the rain, you started to resent… what would this mean for you both.

hajime could feel it too. the constant distance, an imaginary wall if you will, between you both. where did it go wrong… he frowns. he remembers rainy days being your favorite, so why was the atmosphere so gloomy and depressed, was he missing something?

his failure to notice your feelings, your complete and utter loneliness, was where he started to go wrong. he failed to notice your constant comparing, he failed to notice your heart slowly breaking, failed to notice the utter loneliness and despair you felt within yourself. he wondered what was wrong, but never voiced his opinions, thinking if they wanted to tell me, they would. this relationship would no longer symbolize the old meaning of rain: fresh and beautiful life, now it symbolized despair, loneliness and tears. you used to wear your heart on your sleeve, it was something he loved about you, but he made you subject to these feelings. not him per say but his lack of… emotion or awareness. did he not notice you suffering? did he not notice you sobbing to yourself? did he care? what happened to you both?

you noticed he had changed. how he no longer mimicked your sadness or no longer pleaded towards it. he seemed much...happier. and your mind wanders, the insecurities biting at your body and mind, telling you that he no longer needed you and that he’d find someone better to appease to him.

he doesn’t come home often, stating that the olympics and his work are of first priority. and you think to yourself… is this why he didn’t notice your depressive state? you were practically screaming in silence, was he that oblivious. the home you lived in together, it no longer felt like home. and that day when hajime came home, he knew, things weren’t how they used to be. the pile of dishes in the sink, the cold dinner on the table, and the loud silence that filled the air. he sees your sleeping frame on the couch, doubled over in despair as the television on with some stereotypical rom com playing. oh how he despised those couples, so cliche and so...unnatural; is that how the two of you used to be?

he walks up to you, his mind internally fighting on whether to wake you up and ask if you were okay, ask if your relationship was okay, or just to let you sleep. he opted for the latter. which was the wrong move on his part.

he came home again the next night, something that was unusual. and this time you were awake, but the mess and emptiness from last night was still present. this befuddled him to no end, what the hell were you doing at home? or were you even at home all day? that day was particularly shitty: it was gloomy, he was tired, stressed, and all of this mess. his loud sighs of annoyance alarm you, the first time you see him in weeks and he’s annoyed with you?

“do you do anything at all?” iwaizumi snarks out. “it can’t be that fucking hard, can it? i go and work for like 12 hours of the day and all you fucking do is sit on your ass and cry.” and it hurts him to say that to the one he loves, but his insecurities and anger got the best of him. were you at home all day today? were you seeing someone else? he was beyond confused with the two of you.

so he walks out that night. he leaves you alone, in the cold dark house to wallow in self pity and hatred. and as he goes to the bar he realizes, you’re no longer his home.

as you wallow in a mountain worth of your own tears, you come to terms with the fact that you hate the rain because it reminded you of iwaizumi hajime.

little do you know on that night he meets a lady. a small, curvy, attention giving and seeking, beautiful lady. her long hair sits perfectly on her shoulders and iwaizumi thinks about how he hasn’t seen you dressed up nicely recently. lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t realize he’s staring at her, but oh she definitely notices. the blush on her cheeks proves just that much, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

when was the last time you reacted to him like this? when did he even see another person that wasn’t you, has it been that long? he internally sighs. but he’s pulled out of his thoughts when he feels a soft and delicate hand on his bicep, “what’s a man like you doin’ here all by yourself” she glistens as she speaks. and iwaizumi swears he hasn’t felt like this in so long. he soaks in all her attention, like a dry sponge soaking all of the water thrown at it. his beautiful smile, the one you adore, shown on full display for the beautiful young lady. That night… he doesn’t think about you, at all.

nothing seems out of the ordinary when you see him again. the same silent house, no smiles are thrown and it’s just an empty void.

he sees her again. hell he makes plans with her, he wouldn’t call it a date, god no he wouldn’t. he has you-

“wait,” he thinks, “are we really still together?” he asks, almost in disbelief. you haven’t said a word to each other since iwaizumi bursted out on you.

he found solace in her: her face, her emotions, her attention, even her body. god, she was everything you weren’t. she was giving him everything you couldn’t emotionally, mentally or physically. he didn’t even realize you working on yourself, all for him. you noticed it too. his persona was back, but who made it come back? certainly not you.

his smile, something he used to be so insecure about, was brighter than ever. but who was he smiling for, you hadn’t spoken in days, no weeks at this point. maybe work was getting better, you tried to convince yourself. “hajime, would never EVER do that to me... would he?” you think as tears well up in your eyes. hajime was your everything, he was your stability in time’s of weakness, he was your other half, but unfortunately for you he’s starting to not think the same.

you see him home for the first time in 3 weeks, he looks happy and you smile at him. he’s surprised to see you greeting him, and he greets you with a hug and kiss to your temple. you’d never even guess that he was seeing someone behind your back. hajime reminded you of the rain, that fact never changed. this new symbol of rain resembles heartbrokenness. the sun in your life is covered by grey disgusting clouds.

for months he continues this affair, the other woman giving him the support and love he no longer comes to you for. he holds her hand as she sleeps, while your hand lays sprawled out against his side of the bed. the rain hits the window, like that fateful day and your eyes well up in realization, “olympics season is over, where is he?”. your palm curls in on itself, the sobs racking up your body and they echo in the room. for the first time in months, the rain brings you comfort as you cry out all the insecurity and self hatred you’ve kept in. this is a ritual that continues for the rest of the week, wearing iwa’s sweater and crying as you long for his comfort or even his presence. his scent starts to fade from the house and rather it smells like the rain, the fresh rain that reminded you of him. that night, you grab your phone and press on iwa’s contact, and you type before your mind could process. “i miss you, can you please come home?” “what the hell did i do?” “please”, and you despised how desperate you sounded, but you needed him. however, your messages fell on deaf ears as he made love to this girl, he was pounding into her with so much love while you cried out for him in despair. he didn’t care about you anymore, he didn’t need you like you needed him. he was no longer your home.

the next night he came home, you noticed the love bites and nail marks, that which were so clearly not yours. he sleeps next to you, for the first time in weeks, but he feels so distant. it doesn’t even feel like he’s there. there’s no love in that bed.

you think you’d be used to it, feeling alone while next to him, but you weren’t. You finally had him to yourself and he didn;t even spare you a glance. you had an idea that he was no longer interested, but you couldn’t fathom this. his phone lights up like crazy, said girl texting him, asking him when he would come back to her, when he would end things with you and saying after that they could finally be together, with no worries or barriers. your hand reaches out for his phone, opening up the password he made sure you knew by heart, which revealed all the messages with her. in these messages he professes his love for her, saying that he wishes they could start a family together and how he could just let go of the burden that he felt from you.

sure he felt bad, you were his first s/o, you’d always have a special place in his heart. but he couldn’t bring himself to care when he felt bound to you, a relationship with no love or affection, no care, nothing at all. if he told himself a couple years ago that this is where you both would be, he wouldn't believe it, at all. you were each other’s first: first kiss, first sexual experience, first significant other, first everything. but the relief he felt when he heard you crying was abnormal, but all he could think of was “i’m free”. he heard your sobs as you looked at all the messages, he felt you shaking beside him. part of him wanted to reach out to you, wanted to console the broken person in front of him, but another part of him said that he was finally free to do as he pleases, he wouldn't be bound by a loveless relationship and he sure as hell wasn’t going to be anymore. like said before, he feels bad, really bad, for lying for cheating, but he felt like he had no other option with you. you always found a way to make him stay and he couldn’t fucking take it anymore. besides, how could he feel bad when the person he loves was hiding in the confinement of his phone and not next to him every night. he couldn’t tell anyone how much he loved this girl because of you, but now he was free, free to do as he pleases.

iwaizumi hajime reminded you of the rain. but rain has different meanings. iwaizumi hajime reminded you of love, happiness and spring. your relationship also reminded you of rain, the gloominess, depression, spiritual death and bad omens. but now the rain reminded you of new life: the new life you’d face without hajime, the rebirth of your soul and heart, the resurrection of happiness in your life, rain isn’t so bad anymore.

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euphoricethan · 3 years

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Alpha’s Kingdom - G.D

Summary: Grayson and Y/n have been friends since high school; a little before that to be exact. They had a not-so-friendly altercation 8th grade graduation, but began a spark with polar opposite attitudes. A typical college party turns to the most surprising nights of their lives.

A/N: this is an old, old, old draft from the beginning of last year that i never finished but now it’s done & i hate it so enjoy! (also lmk if i need to add more tw warnings just in case)

Warnings: smut, mentions of abuse, language, underage drinking, public humiliation(?), violence (blood)

Word count: 5.6k

That evening, Y/n (typically) would be in her dorm blasting music so loud in her earbuds that her introverted, comic-loving roommate would yell at her to turn it down as she studied for a big test the next day.

But, instead, she was called to "haul her ass" over to the Alpha Kingdom —which was what Grayson and all his buddies called the frat— to help with their party they were having for the reason she didn't know.

Y/n was against it, but she had no other choice since she was close friends with Grayson and owed him a favor. (Not to mention that he couldn't hang up streamers to save his life.)

So there she was, resting one hand on his broad shoulder while she pressed the white streamer into the ceiling.

"Hold still." She said under her breath, while Gray was moving around a bunch in hopes his knee's wouldn't give out.

"I can't, my knees are about to give out Y/n," he was looking up at her, watching her shove the dainty piece of paper up into the ceiling.

"'s not my fault." Y/n licked her lips, concentrating hard.

Sooner or later, she came down from the wobbling ladder and took a few steps back to look at her work.

"Looks good kid." he awarded.

"Kid" was always Y/n's nickname; no matter who was older. She was always "kid" and he was "Blue".

Ever since last year or so, Grayson has grown into a huge Godzilla look-alike, and Y/n thought it was hilarious since the reason behind it was that he wanted to impress some girl he met the beginning of the school year and claimed she liked guys who were "bulky."

Then, Blue Whale was introduced. But Y/n got tired of adding the Whale, and Blue just kinda stuck.

"You should help me and Brandon grab the kegs from the back." Grayson folded up the ladder, and whether Y/n was following or not, he walked away to place it back where they got it.

"You know, you really are the impidamy of a typical college frat boy!" she called out.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Brandon, another frat member who was just as dumb as the rest of them, said.

The fact that they didn't even get the joke just claimed to prove her point to where she just shook her head and proceed to the backyard to help the two twin towers carry the one-hundred sixty-five pound keg into the house.

They were all soon lifting, Y/n rather struggling while the two other boys grabbed it with ease.

"God, where do you guys even get these?" she was generally curious, she hadn't seen an actual beer keg in person before. They've only been in movies...

"Brandon's friend's uncle who worked at the bar downtown."

"Worked?"

"He got fired when the manager started realizing that he was missing a bunch of kegs like every week." Grayson said this with ease as him and Brandon finally set the huge keg onto the kitchen floor.

"Kid, pass me that thing over there will you? It's over there." Grayson pointed with his head.

"Grayson, you can't just tell me to hand you something and point with your head and just assume I know exactly what you're talking about."

He was apparently fed up with her, as: he stood, reached behind her, and pulled the hose and nozzle with a sly smirk on his stupid face.

"If you guys need any help, I'll be on the couch." she told them both and exited the kitchen before they said anything; if they hadn't already decided she was no help to them.

Shortly after, Brandon was walking into the living room to sit next to Y/n and place both of his legs over her's.

She let out a small grunt, letting her phone slip from her grasp and leaned into his legs.

"Jesus." she went to retract her phone, but he had beat her to it and was holding it above his head trying to see what she was doing.

"Whatcha doin'?" he asked, flashing the screen on his face.

Y/n was now reaching over him, still just reaching for her phone. "Brandon, I swear to god." she muttered.

"Who's Bryson? Ooh yikes, he has a B name..." he gave Y/n a hard look with his eyebrows raised slightly.

"You have a B name." she shoved his legs off her and was now even more invested on getting her belonging back.

"Yeah but that doesn't count," he was now facing away from her, pulling the phone close to him and reading her most recent text word for word.

"Don't think i'll be able to make it tonight, big test tomorrow. Y/n, what is this!" he showed her own screen to her as if she didn't know what it said.

"Can I please just have my phone back? You're being a dick." she told him.

"Hey Grayson! Y/n's got a boyfriend!" he called out, causing him to walk into the room with his face slightly scrunched in confusion.

"Huh? What'd you say?" he ran his hand though his hair before placing both on his hips.

"Look." he said.

"I don't have a boyfriend, he's just my parter for a class, now can I please have my phone back?!" Y/n was reaching over him again but he had moved his hand.

Just then, Grayson grabbed a hold of his wrist and took it from him. "Dude, don't be a cunt."

"Here kid." his eyes flashed over to her, handing it over as their fingers came in contact with one another.

Grayson found his way back into the kitchen, letting out a heavy sigh as he walked away.

She had followed behind him, seeing his behavior shift and his shoulders drop.

"What's up?" she said, leaning over the counter and watched him rinse off the dishes.

"Blue? what's wrong with you?" she said now, furrowing her brows.

A small sigh left his nose while he just placed the dish in the rack.

Grayson had always been protective over Y/n—ever since they were 11 and some kid made a joke about she smelt like cigarettes because of her father.

He always stood up for her, always. Even though he knows she can defend herself he feels the tightness in his jaw and in his fists when someone mentions her in the conversation.

"Are you mad about something?"

He sighed again, moving from the dishes to the restocking of the fridge.

"Can you talk to me? Like I don't know why all this sudden you're having a pity party..." she cocked her head forward to try and get something out of him.

"It's nothing. It's fine."

"Well no, obviously something is bothering you. You can tell me. Like did I do something? Was it the phone thing? What?" Y/n slid her hand across the counter, standing up now and walking towards him.

"You shouldn't told me if you had a boyfriend." His eyes were harsh on her, leaving them to look at her until she turned her head.

"He's not my boyfriend..." her eyes were to the floor.

"Doesn't sound like it." he closed the fridge and started smashing the cardboard boxes the drinks came in.

"Blue, it's not like that, like at all. We're just parters, he wanted to work on our project tonight but now i'm here so..."

"Why don't you go, since you don't wanna be here." he smashed the final box hard against the counter, causing Y/n to flinch and blink quickly.

"I wanna be here! Damn Grayson why are you being like this holy fuck! Are you drunk already?" Y/n cheeks were getting warm and she gave Grayson side eye until she scoffed and turned on her heel.

She didn't know what he was thinking, getting mad about something like that and telling her to just go home?

She didn't know the reason behind why he said it either... because if she knew now she probably wouldn't hook up with him later that night.

It's 8th grade graduation. Ethan and Grayson are about to get called up to get their "diploma".

But as soon as the kids who were seated in front of them had to get up and wait to get called up left, Grayson was no where to be found.

Along with Y/n who was a few rows behind them.

Where were they? Good question.

Behind the Gymnasium drinking a Mike's Hard Lemonade Y/n had snuck from her dad before they left.

"Y/n, we're gonna get in so much trouble!" Grayson whisper-yelled, watching her lean over in her dress and press the top of the bottle on the jagged wall.

The top had popped off and she giggled before taking a gulp and holding out for him to hold.

"Shh! We'll only get in trouble if we get caught, now take this before I spill it on my dress. My dad will shit his pants if I ruin it."

Grayson took the bottle from her, awkwardly holding it in his hands.

"Take a sip, it's so good!" she told him, her smile wide and her eyes filled with adrenaline.

This was the first time he had seen Y/n in girl clothes and makeup. Her Aunt was in town for her graduation and helped her pick out a dress and did her makeup.

She complained about how the mascara felt weird on he eyelashes, but he thought she looked beautiful.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't always think Y/n was beautiful. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his whole life.

He trusted her with his whole heart too. Took everything she said serious and was so gullible it made Y/n laugh so hard she lost her breath.

He loved her laugh too. Making her laugh was his favorite thing he could do, it was like a super power to him.

Which is why when she caught him staring at her in her puffy dress and little platform heels, his cheeks turned bright red and he couldn't stop himself from putting his lips on hers in a quick peck.

He tasted the Mike's Hard Lemonade on her lips, and she was right... it was good.

So good that the peck lasted longer and longer until Y/n placed her hands against his fiery cheeks he let his hands go numb and the bottle shattered onto the concrete.

She pulled away, quickly opening up her eyes to see how dilated his were.

But then, almost at the same time, both of them turned their heads around the corner to see one of the teachers coming to inspect.

Grayson took her by the wrist and they sprinted around the corner until it was safe to quickly walk back to the ceremony as he was called up on stage.

And there he was, walking across the stage in front of almost a thousand kids and parents with the biggest boner ever as Y/n sat in the crowd, her cheeks red and holding the bottle cap in her palm.

They never talked about it after that.

And that summer, going onto freshman year, Y/n had gotten her first boyfriend... who wasn't Grayson.

His name was Tony, and he was a Sophomore.

Grayson was supportive of their relationship of course, but his little heart broke almost every time he saw them together or every time Y/n brought him up.

After September, he had finally broken up with her because she wouldn't give herself to him. She was heartbroken.

But again, Grayson was there for her. Always.

She never knew why he cared so much, because unlike her father, he didn't give up on her— he didn't tell her how much he loved her and then disappeared to get drunk for days at a time.

She really only had Grayson if were being honest here. Her mother moved out of state when she was little, and shortly after that they moved and she met him.

She knew there was always something there. She just didn't know what was stopping her from doing something about it.

Until tonight.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." Grayson said walking past Brandon to quickly walk up the stairs two at a time.

By now, Y/n was now back at her dorm with a million thoughts cursing her brain.

"What's up with you?" her roommate asked, sitting at her desk while finishing up a project for her class.

"I hate men." Y/n said.

"Same. I'm just saying, girls are so much more fun."

Y/n collapsed on her bed, curling up in her jeans and t-shirt as she spoke her thought out loud.

"Should I go?" she asked to no one in particular.

"Go where?" her roommate asked.

"Graysons having this party tonight at the Alpha Kingdom or whatever and I think I kinda wanna go." she was now sitting up in her bed, watching as she turned around.

"You should go. Why not?"

"Well he had a fucking hissy fit earlier because his roommate or whatever took my phone and that Bryson guy kept texting me and— whatever. He's just being overprotective for no reason & told me to go home."

"But I low-key wanna piss him off s'more."

"You should. You can wear that like skirt thing you got and be all slutty. Plus I met this girl yesterday at the coffee place by the L campus and I think we're gonna..." she gave Y/n a raised eyebrow glare and pointed with her head towards her bed.

"Well first of all, I'm not gonna dress slutty; that's like asking for it. Second of all, T.M.I."

Her roommate scoffed. "It is not asking for it, it's called having confidence and if they take it too far that's on them. I say you wear it."

So that's what Y/n did. She put on that dress she had just bought with the red little cherries printed all over, slid her shoes on after brushing out her hair & sprayed her favorite perfume.

"See, told you." she told her once Y/n had grabbed her phone off her bed and jumped down.

"Yeah see and I even put on those pair of thongs I got too. Look!" Y/n lifted her dress slightly, showing off the dainty piece of material.

She gave her wide eyes before saying, "Don't get pregnant now." as Y/n opened the door.

"Same for you."

When Y/n arrived at the "Alpha Kingdom" she was greeted by the heavy smell of beer and blaring music from outside the front door.

As she entered, she made her way to the kitchen where her and Grayson's altercation took place to grab a red solo cup and fill it with punch.

Just before placing the ladle back into the bowl though, someone was grabbing her arm and dragging her with her cup to a secluded area away from everyone else.

She met his eyes with confusion laced in them.

"Ethan, what the fuck man! You made me spill my drink everywhere!" she told him, looking down at her arm as the red colored drink slightly stained her skin.

"Shh!" he told her, gently placing a hand over her mouth before she stuck her tongue out to retract his fingers.

"What do you want." she was shaking the drink off her while putting the cup in her opposite hand.

"Does Grayson know you're here?"

Her brows were furrowed, and she gave him a look that simply answered his question.

"Why-"

"Just come with me." his hand was gently wrapped around her wrist, now taking her out back where at least a hundred people were scattered about.

"What are you doing? And let go of my hand!" she pulled her wrist away from him harshly and placed both of her hands around her cup.

"Fuck! Where'd he go?! Fuck." Ethan muttered to himself.

"E, what's going on?" now Y/n had a worried pitch in her voice, watching Ethan's eyes as he scanned over the back yard desperately looking for his twin brother.

"This guy. He wants to fuck Grayson up or something." he was running his hands though his hair, looking a frantic mess and acting like he was having a bad trip.

"Are you high?" she asked, quickly watching him snap at her.

"No Y/n I'm not fucking high! I don't want someone to beat the living shit out of Grayson, okay?"

"Have you seen him? He's huge. Plus, why would anyone wanna beat-"

"Because of you okay! Some shit went around that you were with this guy and you cancelled to come hook up with Gray. Now he's pressed and is probably gonna kill us both."

"Wait— who? Who said that? Ethan?"

His head along with almost a hundred others spun around when a loud "Dolan!" was called out from the deck above us.

"Fuck me." he said under his breath.

Bryson made his way down, taking the steps two at a time and skipping the last three to land hard on the grass with his heavy work boots.

"Hey Y/n." he spoke, vial in his tone and liquor on his breath.

Y/n and Ethan stood there both in shock. For two different reasons. Ethan was shitting himself, thinking this was how he was gonna die because he hates conflict; and Y/n thought back to the last three hours catching up to her wondering why she came over in the first place.

"So, this the guy you came to fuck tonight? Because it's certainly not me." a chuckle escaped his lips as he took a few steps closer and now having everyone's attention.

"Look man, we don't wanna start anything. I'm sure whatever's going on can be resolved peacefully, alright?"

Bryson took one look at Ethan before retracting his eyes back to her.

The crowd was starting to form around them and soon peoples phones were pulled out filming every second.

"What do you want, Bryson." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"I just came for the show. You know."

Y/n scoffed at him, brushing the hair away from her face.

He took a deep breath in, now interacting with the crowd that was formed and made eye contact with a few people.

"Y/n can be kind of a slut—" the ooh's and small gasps got him willed up, so he continued. "Don't get me wrong, girls who dress slutty and act it in the bedroom is hot... but when you go to a study session and she begs to suck your dick in the library; see, that's I guess that's just the price you pay when you go to school with the Y/n Y/l/n."

"Dude—" Ethan tried stepping in now, getting in front of Y/n and looking Bryson dead in the eyes. "Don't be a fucking dick."

"Don't act like I'm wrong. Well all know she's a slut! Just look at her!"

Everyone's eyes were shifted upward, looking past Bryson to see Grayson standing by himself in a white plane T-shirt with a green olive jacket on top some jeans.

His tall shadow was standing behind Bryson, causing him to turn around and now face him but he couldn't even get a single word out before Grayson took his balled up fist and forced it against his jaw.

In seconds he and Grayson both were on the floor while Bryson took multiple punches to his face as Y/n's screams for him to stop muffled out.

How dare he say something like that about Y/n? How could he say that to her when she's such an angel? Did she really do that in the library?

The questions were sprinting around in Grayson's head as he took punch after punch to Bryson before the ringing in his ears faded away.

"Grayson! Stop, please!" Y/n's desperate scratchy screams were loud enough to where he looked up at her only for him to be pressed up against the grass.

Bryson was punching Grayson now, and with all his 175 pounds on him, Ethan and some random guy was holding him up and had his arms behind his back.

Grayson stood— only with a bloody nose, split lip, some some small bruising around his eye and both of their blood on his knuckles.

He spit blood out onto the grass, looking around into the crowd —including Y/n— and walked inside while shaking his hands as if they were wet.

Back in the kitchen, Grayson had placed the frozen carrots on his hand and let his head fall between his shoulders over the sink.

He felt her presence approaching, the familiar smell she carried around with her everywhere. "What the fuck was that about Grayson!" she screamed, stomping in the room with her eyes staring at him hard.

"Nothing Kid." his jaw was clenching. He was about to explode again.

"Nothing?! That was nothing!" she was already gone. God, why did she even come in the first place?

"I told you to go home." his eyes were digging into her and he placed his finger to his lip to wipe the blood away before he disappeared up the stairs.

Y/n was about to be death of him.

"You can't just ignore me!" Y/n said while banging on Graysons bedroom door after repeatedly trying to turn the nob.

Inside the four walls Grayson had trapped himself in, he was alone with his thoughts and Y/n desperate to come in and give him company.

Then there were four knocks on his door. The same four knocks they did when they wanted to apologize to one another in 8th grade but we're too ashamed to say the words aloud.

It was their only promise they held to this day. Which is one of the only reasons Grayson sighed heavily and opened up the door for her.

He closed the door behind her, now both of them standing in awkward silence.

Y/n's eyes were glued to her feet while Graysons were softly looking at her in all her glory.

As mad as he was, and the fact that he was breathing hard from his nose to subside how much he wanted to finish Bryson off, when his eyes fell on Y/n he was in awe.

He hadn't noticed how nice she was dressed until now. With a soft white dress, curled hair, and her favorite sneakers that didn't quite match. It made him chuckle.

Her eyes were on him. "What?" she asked, placing her arms across her chest.

"Nothing."

"No, what. Now you have to tell me."

Grayson shook his head in disapproval.

"C'mon Blue, I tell you everything!"

Her words stung him like a bee, because she could see his jaw tense up again and walk away from her.

"Just like when you told me you didn't have a boyfriend?"

"So this is what that was about? Because he is and never will be my boyfriend— or anything remotely like that, ever."

"But you still sucked his dick in the library? See, Y/n I don't understand you sometimes. You can be the nicest girl i've known since we were 13, or the complete opposite."

He was inching closer to her now, his vile words building up to protect himself from slipping his biggest secret.

"Why are you being such a dick! So what if I did?! It's none of you're business anyway. You're so protective Grayson... so manipulative and controlling. You spend all you're time worried about me you can take one second to see what you've done. For fucks sake you just beat the living hell out of some kid in your backyard!"

"He was harassing you!"

"He was drunk. And so are you? How much have you had to drink? Huh?!"

"This isn't about me— it's about the fact that—"

"It's about me! Always my fault, isn't it?! It was my fault I got us in trouble in middle and high school, my fault I caused you to almost lose you're scholarship... is it my fault my dad was a drunk and used to beat me?!" she shoved his chest, causing him to stumble backward a little.

"I never said that." he sighed.

"No but you've thought about it. C'mon admit it! You've once thought about how I could have ruined you're big dreams. And now you wouldn't be here now right?" another shove to his chest.

And that's when Grayson is pressing Y/n against his bedroom door, his hands surround her cheeks and her arms fall to her sides only to be gently placed against his torso seconds later.

They were so close. So close just like the time they kissed in the back of the Gymnasium when they were younger. Her lips were the same to him, still holding onto that Mike's Hard Lemonade, but this time it was more fruity due to the punch Y/n had drank.

But to Y/n it was different. It was so different.

She was taken back almost six years to when she took that lemonade from her Dad's outside fridge and got so much shit later that because he found the bottle cap on her dresser.

She never regretted it though. She felt alive, being rebellious, being secretive and her adrenaline pumping through her veins. She haven't felt the same since... until now.

Grayson opened his eyes, slowly pulling apart and watching her eyes flutter open to look up at him.

"Gray..." he was scared of what she might say next.

"You're drunk." her voice was soft, but it still cut into him like butter and he pulled his hands away from her and took a step back to sit on his bed.

"I'm drunk? That's all I am Kid! Because last time I checked I was in love with you." his mouth formed the sentence and spit it out before he even had a chance to think it over in his head.

"Grayson..." Y/n was still against the door, too afraid if she moved he'd have her back where she was.

"Do you realize how long I've liked you for?! Go on ahead I wanna hear what you have to say." the tone in his voice was something she had never heard before.

"I-"

"The first day I met you Y/n! The second I laid my eyes on you I- I- I had this feeling in my stomach- butterflies. That never happens. Ever. And you know what else?"

She stood there with her arms pinned to her side waiting for him to speak again.

"You'd always flirt with me, all the time. Do you remember that? Remember all those times in the library when you'd drag me down an empty hall and hold my hand until class was over? Or after school when we went to the park and you convinced me to write on the playground? I even wrote our initials under the slide!" he took a deep breath in before he stood up and started pacing the room.

"Oh yeah! And the endless times we would skip class to hid in the locker room and take people's locks and switch them around! You did that shit to me all the time Y/n! And I let it happen..."

"It's not like that," her voice was just a whimper compared to his.

"It's not like that?! What is it like then? You fucking led me on all the time for years and I still stuck around because you're Dad was a drunk and I was the only friend you had and I liked you so much it wouldn't even matter if I wanted to leave!"

"And when you kissed me, behind the Gym at our graduation, I went home and looked at rings because I was so delusional that I thought I'd marry you." Grayson's hands came up to ruffle through his hair, and the tears had started to form in his eyes before he could do anything about it.

"Will you please just listen me to me!" she had raised her voice now, her hands talking with her while her eyes locked with his.

"I like you Blue. I just- it's complicated."

"Right. Because you don't like me like that. Right?"

Y/n sighed. Both of them were too fucked up to be having this conversation right now. "No, because I'm fucking scared! Okay?! You're the only man in my life who hasn't treated me like absolute shit and- and what happens if we do this? Then what? I lose you too? Jesus Grayson do you ever think about anything through before you just go on a rampage?"

"Y/n, just shut up." and that's when Grayson's hands were pressed hard against her cheeks, pulling her close enough to feel him through his jeans.

Y/n still didn't know how it had happened, how they had gone from fighting to her being pressed up against his twin-sized bed in his room with him between her legs.

He hovered over her with his hands on either sides of her face while they locked the eye contact with silent consent.

Grayson's hands found Y/n's waist and slide down slowly until both of his hands were holding her legs open.

"Lift your dress Kid." he said, and she could feel his breath against her clothed clit while doing as he said quickly.

His hands rubbed slowly on her smooth thighs while he watched her do as he said before he pulled the dainty, thin piece of fabric Y/n was wearing to the side.

While doing so, Y/n's breathing caught in her throat to the touch of his rather large fingers grazing against her.

She was nervous, but the adrenaline she craved took over and followed every order that was asked of her.

There was another moment of consent, and that small nod was all Grayson needed as his tongue came in contact with Y/n's wet core.

He started off slow, trying to see how long it would take before she was begging for more, asking him: "Please, Blue... please."

The thought of it made him groan as he felt himself grow in his jeans that caused them to fit a bit more tight.

"Oh," Y/n moaned as Grayson made eye contact with her, just to pick up his pace.

He could hear the light taps on his comforter, and so he took it as another sign until she was slightly arching her back due to his work between her sweet folds.

He didn't realize he was burying himself in her until he loosened his grip on her thighs and stopped quickly to get a breath of air.

But Y/n's breathing was a bit harder now, and she croaked out a small "Gray," to beg him to continue.

But that's not what he wanted to hear. Blue.

His right hand let go of her leg, only to reach down and lightly trace along her silky folds to her pearl. "Hm?"

Y/n reached forward a bit at the sudden touch, and he found two of his fingers slowly dancing around her small numb that made her beg.

"Ple... please," she breathed out feeling him between her with a playful look on his face just knowing he'd get her to say it.

"Pleaseeee, what?" he mocked, opening his fingers just slightly to find her small, tight opening.

Grayson's mouth was just near an inch away from her core as he blew cold air into it making Y/n squirm just to have him grip onto her thigh.

"Gray," Y/n had a hard time finishing her train of thought before he had taken the two fingers and slid them into her wetness as they disappeared in her.

She gasped now, gripping onto his bed sheets and pulling her brows together to help keep the moan in.

She could fight it for as long as she could, but if he kept doing this to her, the whole neighborhood would know what they were up to.

Once again Grayson sped up, now moving his fingers in and out of Y/n while also swirling his tongue around her numb before kind of kissing sloppily and mixing the fluids around slightly.

"Fuck," she said, trying for reach for him as he moved her hand away.

"Say it Kid, go on." Grayson continued while he waited, listening to the sound of fingering his best friend.

And there were the magic words. "Blue, please... shit,"

This time Y/n successfully reached up for him, grabbing onto his brown locks and pulling him close to her core and using both hands to hold her still.

Grayson's mouth was open against her, and when he heard her screech as he felt her legs start to shake, he knew he was doing something right.

This continued, and he loved the sounds that he made her make, and he was nearly coming to his breaking point when he heard one last moan and felt the warmth on his chin.

He took a small collection of Y/n with his tongue and pulled her even loser while she whined and breathed heavy, her grip on his hair still strong.

Once she finally let go of Gray, and before he could even say a word to her, she said: "Fuck me Grayson."

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Fluff Prompts #1

“Why do you have to look at me like that? It’s making me weak, please stop.”

“Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

“I’m so lucky.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’ve realised that you keep interrupting my daily and, holy shit, do I love it.”

“Is this the moment that we kiss?”

“The more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave.”

“Look at me. I love you.”

“What took you so long? I missed you…”

“I-I think we should go for dinner first.”

“I know you’re working, but can I come over because I miss seeing your face?”

“I never thought I’d be so lucky, especially not in this lifetime.”

“I love you more than coffee.” *distant gasps*

“And when you’re not around I keep thinking I might cry.”

“I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“I’m tired and my bed feels so empty without you here.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.”

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

“If you don’t stop looking at my lips without doing anything about it, I will take you right here on this counter.”

“Every inch of you is the most incredible thing that God ever created.”

“I know you don’t like labels, so will you be my married-person-thing?”

“Are you going to kiss or keep staring?”

“I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.”

“Stop doing that with your face, someone else is going to snatch you up.”

“Please just look at me while I confess, after that you can look anywhere you like, I swear.”

“For you, darling, I would collect every cherry blossom in Japan- no- in the world.”

“And now your hand is in mine and I feel like the luckiest person to walk the planet.”

“Don’t hesitate, just kiss me.”

“Everytime I look at you, I think I fall a little more in love.”

“You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that and then feign innocence.”

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me.”

“I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”

“I shouldn’t be allowed to be this happy.”

“You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

“Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.”

“I would honestly die before I let anything happen to you.”

“Please don’t love me the way you loved your exes.”

“I’m not materialistic. I like being happy and having lots of sex.”

“I don’t care if you think you look like godzilla when you wake up, you’re my beautiful godzilla.”

“I know you haven’t done anything, but can you please stop looking so goddamn kissable, my parents are here.”

“You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.”

“The things I would do just to see your face right now.”

“Please come home, this doesn’t feel right.”

“Will you stay the night?”

“I made breakfast, but I didn’t know what you liked so I made enough to probably feed a small tribe.”

“Hold my hand.”

“Shall we- shall we go back t-to my place?”

“How can you stand there looking like that?”

“Why do I feel like I’m home whenever you’re near me?”

“I will love you forever and when ‘forever’ ends, I’ll love you some more.”

“If only you could see yourself the way I see you, because, holy shit, you’d realise how much I’ve fallen for you.”

“Are you awake? Oh my god I was so worried, holy shit I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Don’t think about anything. Just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.”

“I think we need to talk about the fact that I’m in love with you and also that I’m pregnant.”

“Call me everyday, I just need to know you’re okay.”

“I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.”

“There’s always a place in my bed for you, I will wait no matter what.”

“People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you.”

“I’m so madly and deeply in love with you, please meet me so we can discuss this.”

“I would’ve waited an eternity if I knew you were what I’d get at the end of it.”

“I hope you’ll never forget how much I adore you.”

“Why didn’t you answer your phone? It was an emergency, I needed to tell you I loved you.”

“I hope our love never gets boring.”

“I want to spend the little time I have left with you and only you.”

“Thank you for loving me, I couldn’t have been more lucky.”

“Every morning you kiss my forehead before I leave for work, why was it my lips today?”

“My heart hurts when I look at you.”

“I’ve fallen for you and it’s becoming difficult for me to get anything done.”

“All I can think of is your lips on mine.”

“Don’t blame it on the alcohol, you tasted like you wanted me.”

“You keep that photo of us in your wallet?”

“If anything ever happens to me, remember that I’ll always love you.”

“Darling, your heart is too pure for me.”

“I got everything I wanted. My everything was you.”

“Kiss me like you mean it.”

“All I ever wanted is right here in front of me.”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way.”

“I fought so hard to get you and thank god I can finally rest.”

“Don’t leave me like that again, you scared me.”

“I never thought we’d end up together, but here you are confessing everything to me.”

“I can’t be without you.”

“You were never the person I wanted, but you were the only one I ever needed.”

“I don’t know how you’ve put up with me for this long, but I love you for it.”

“I hope we last.”

“We could be an epic novel of forbidden lovers, like Romeo and Juliet without the ending.”

“Don’t tell me you love me unless you mean it.”

“Every little thing you do, makes me want to hold you forever and never let go.”

“If marrying me will make this relationship boring, then let’s just date forever.”

“I want to love you like it’s our last day on earth, but you beat me to it.”

“That night you kissed me and I thought I might melt.”

“My heart isn’t beating faster, my heart isn’t beating faster, I swear it isn’t, get ahold of yourself.”

“They told me that you’d break my heart but, holy shit, they never said it’d feel like this.”

“Don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago.”

“I just want you to be happy, even if your happiness doesn’t include me, I just want you happy.”

“Will you love me like this forever?”

“I could never not love you.”

“I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it.”

“You don’t know half of the things you do to me.”

“Kiss me and promise me a forever.”

Prompts 101-126

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tamcitrus · 4 years

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Iwaizumi x Oikawa x Reader - Confessions.

A time ago I got stuck with this dynamic, I wrote a little story and I finally could write something else for them. Here's part one. I fell so hard for these dumbs. Maybe I'll work in a third part to get some spicy content for them, I don't know.

IwaOi + reader fluff.

Part III - nsfw.

Word count: 1900.

You got to the restaurant first and sat alone at the table for three you reserved. You chose the place because you knew the owners, they were a guy from your university and his father.

“Goodnight to my favorite boys!” Hajime and Tooru arrived on time, for the first time ever, and they were amazed that it was actually a restaurant and not just a ramen shop. “Told you it was a great place! Here are the menus, choose whatever. As I said in the group chat, dinner’s on me.”

You ended up ordering a pork cutlet bowl, the boys ordered shoyu ramen. The owner himself came to serve your plates, just to say hi to you. Iwa and Oikawa looked at you in disbelief.

“Y/n-san! We’ve missed you around here! Let me invite you and your companions a great wine to your dinner,” the old man smiled and shake the boys hands.

“Ichiraku-san, there’s no need to do that! I’ll pay for it, please. It’s good to see you well,” you smiled and shaked his hand before he left and sent someone with the wine. “Don’t look at me like that! He’s the father of a guy I know.”

“Oh I bet he’s waiting for you to date his son~” Tooru practically sang.

“I’m not his type. I’m sure he would prefer to date one of you, he likes every fucking picture I post with you two,” you laughed.

“Ok, let’s make a toast,” Haji said and poured wine to everyone. “For everyone passing their finals and for more movie nights,” he raised his glass, Tooru and you did the same.

The dinner was nice. You talked about little nothings and Tooru was happy for being with you two alone, you were his call down to earth after all. When you were about to leave, Iwaizumi ran to the bathroom first.

“We’ll wait outside Iwa-chan!” Tooru gently took your waist guiding you out. “It’s nice to see you acting normal again,” he smiled. His voice was so low that you almost didn’t hear him.

“I’m always normal,” you answered. You couldn’t look at him. “You’re just used to everyone treating you too nice, because… well you’re you, y’know?”

“I just want you and Iwa to treat me nice,” he said. He wasn’t playing, he meant it. “You both have been acting strange. I thought it was just my imagination but…”

“I’m sorry,” you looked at him this time, you couldn’t lie. “I’m just trying to get some shit together. I didn’t mean to push you away.”

“And what about Iwa-chan?”

“What about him? I can’t tell you what he feels or thinks. You should ask him.”

“You two meet today. Alone.”

“I’ve met you alone a thousand times before too. Are you jealous of him?” you were defensive. “Sorry, that sounded harsh. I didn’t-”

“Maybe I am…” he took a strand of hair out of your face and you blushed. “I don’t know from who really.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying Tooru,” you looked at the street to avoid his gaze. Your heart beated so strong you were afraid he could listen to it.

Silence took the control of the situation. You could see his face, he was thinking how to fix the talk you two just had.

“Do you want to come home to sleep? We can watch a movie and-”

“I don’t want to bother you guys…” you interrupted.

“You don’t,” Hajime was behind you, you never heard him arrive. “Come on, let’s go home, it’s freezing. We can borrow you some clothes to sleep.”

You sighed and they were already walking ahead you. “Wait for me you assholes,” you mumbled. You catched them and took one arm of each one with yours. You were almost hanging between them the whole walk to their apartment.

When you arrived, Hajime gave you a shirt and Tooru his training shorts. Oikawa laughed at you and how the clothes seemed to be swallowing you. You posed for a picture he would definitely use to extort you later.

“Oh my gosh, when you become a famous scientist I’m so gonna publish this,” Oikawa ruffled your hair and walked past you. “I’m taking a shower, pick a good movie please. Don’t let Iwa to put Godzilla again,” he whispered loud enough for him to hear.

Hajime throw him a pillow but Oikawa was already gone. You sat with Haji in the couch and when you heard the shower, you sighed.

“I’m so fucking nervous, I feel stupid. This is your fault, you left us alone!” you whispered. Your companion laughed. “I don’t know how you handle it, you live with him for fucks sake.”

“We’re not around long enough for me to act silly,” he took your hand and squeeze it to give you some kind of confort. “We kissed one or two times. We were drunk so I don’t know if he really remembers but…”

“You WHAT,” you gasped. Iwaizumi laughed again. "You're fucking pining each other you little fu-"

“Shut up, he’ll hear you,” he put a hand on your mouth and you were talking against it.

“My my, you get along pretty well, I’m jealous,” Tooru was standing at the bathroom door, observing. His tone was playful but he wasn’t smiling.

“Just shut up and come here, Trashykawa,” Iwa let you go and made space between you to let Oikawa sit there.

“I’ll make popcorn!” you said and smiled at your friends. You left them alone and made yourself busy in the kitchen you knew as your own.

"I do remember," Oikawa said. He wasn't whispering but he talked low enough for the tv to cover his words for you and only Iwaizumi to hear.

"It's rude to overhear others talk," the green eyed man said.

"You were talking about me Iwa-chan, so we're even. I feel we're chasing each other in circles. You, me and her, and never getting anywhere," Oikawa smiled. It was a sincere smile, one he didn't let anyone see. It was reserved for Iwa only and now for you too. "I don't really know what to do or how to act and it pisses me off," he looked aside and saw you were still doing things in the kitchen.

"Oh the cool perfect guy doesn't know," Iwaizumi was teasing. "Just don't hurt her."

"And what about you?"

"Guys do you want caramel on… oh shit, I'm sorry to interrupt," you walked to the living room and it was obvious they were talking. "Nevermind, I'll choose for you!"

"Y/N come here," Hajime called for you. You made a reluctant face and took a chair to sit in front of them and the couch. Don't do this right now that's what your face told him but he was tired of pretending.

"Why are you acting weird again? You're dating, don't you? Jeez I knew!" Oikawa was rambling.

"Just stop talking for a second," Hajime took his hand. "I love you, but you already know that. And we both like y/n, she has become a great part of our lives here in the city."

"Please don't talk about me like I'm not here, it's awkward," you felt like about to puke butterflies.

"You stop talking too. Please," he smiled. "I'm saying this once so pay attention Sillykawa," Tooru pouted. "You like her and she likes you. And I care about you two. Please just stop being idiots and be together."

"This isn't what we talked about today, Haji," your face was hot, you imagined your cheeks were the color of the nekoma jacket Kuroo has in his room.

"I'm flattered!" Oikawa was blushing too. He was acting as usual, but his smile was wider than ever. "I'm here worrying about you and you are plotting about who is going to be with me. What if I can't choose?" Tooru's smile faded. He was really worried, he didn't want to hurt anyone or turn things weird between you. "Am I being selfish?"

"You don't have to and you're not," you kneeled between them and put your hands over theirs, they were still holding each other. "We can try something else. We can try to still be the three of us, just a new kind of relationship," you smiled at them and squeezed their hands. "It’s totally valid to love more than a person," you repeated.

"Oh, so you meant something else today," Iwaizumi's face lit in realization. You let their hands go and went to get the popcorn. When you were back, you put a few in your hand and give it to them in their mouths.

"I want to do something but Iwa will probably hit me," Oikawa was his cheerful self again.

You sat between them and looked at him with curiosity. He took your face between his hands and kissed you. His lips crashed against yours firmly but at the same time in a soft way.

"Iwa-chan come here and look at her," Tooru was laughing at your flustered expression, calling Hajime to his end of the couch. "I think if you kiss her now she'll pass away."

"Don't be mean to her please," he sat at Oikawa's lap, so naturally as he breath. He kissed him quickly and Tooru's face matched yours perfectly. "Can I kiss you, y/n?"

"How the fuck are you such a gentleman and Tooru is a dick?" you throw yourself over them, kissing Hajime in the way.

You stood there for a minute. Oikawa was trying to hug you both from the bottom of the human pile, all the tension in the air finally gone. A stupid comedy was playing in the background.

"I love you but you're crushing me," Tooru said after a few minutes and you moved, you were all sitting again. "I'm just so happy for tonight. I can brag about having two beautiful partners now," he cheerfully hummed.

"Great, you ruined the moment," Iwaizumi laughed.

"I'm sorry..." you started and they looked at you confused, "I know it's one in the morning but I really want ice cream."

"Oh yes, me too!" Oikawa second you. "Pretty please, Iwa-chan?"

"Oh I'm going to be the adult in this relationship?"

"You always were, Haji," you giggled and he sighed.

"Get dressed, y/n, we're not going anywhere with you looking like this. I'll get the car outside the garage. If you're not in the downstairs in five minutes, we're not going anywhere," he tried to glare at you but his look was sweet.

"Yes sir!" you both said at unison.

After the ice cream you drove back the apartment. You changed again into the boys clothes and watched the last Godzilla movie to pamper Iwaizumi for driving at one in the morning.

The next day you woke up in one of their king size beds and you were convinced you were in heaven. Oikawa's soft body was curled against you, his face at your chest and you could feel Iwaizumi's strong arms around your waist, his face buried in your hair. You looked at the clock in the nightstand: nine in the morning.

"Go back to sleep, Oikawa won't be up in another hour," Hajime whispered at your ear, his voice so deep it sounded like a growl.

"Only if you don't get up," you said.

"I'm not leaving this bed without any of you," he answered.

"Shh, I'm trying to sleep here," Tooru complained.

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sound-of-the-cosmos · 4 years

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100 Fluff prompts!

“Why do you have to look at me like that? It’s making me weak, please stop.”

“Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

“I’m so lucky.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’ve realised that you keep interrupting my daily and, holy shit, do I love it.”

“Is this the moment that we kiss?”

“The more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave.”

“Look at me. I love you.”

“What took you so long? I missed you…”

“I-I think we should go for dinner first.”

“I know you’re working, but can I come over because I miss seeing your face?”

“I never thought I’d be so lucky, especially not in this lifetime.”

“I love you more than coffee.” *distant gasps*

“And when you’re not around I keep thinking I might cry.”

“I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“I’m tired and my bed feels so empty without you here.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.”

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

“If you don’t stop looking at my lips without doing anything about it, I will take you right here on this counter.”

“Every inch of you is the most incredible thing that God ever created.”

“I know you don’t like labels, so will you be my married-person-thing?”

“Are you going to kiss or keep staring?”

“I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.”

“Stop doing that with your face, someone else is going to snatch you up.”

“Please just look at me while I confess, after that you can look anywhere you like, I swear.”

“For you, darling, I would collect every cherry blossom in Japan- no- in the world.”

“And now your hand is in mine and I feel like the luckiest person to walk the planet.”

“Don’t hesitate, just kiss me.”

“Everytime I look at you, I think I fall a little more in love.”

“You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that and then feign innocence.”

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me.”

“I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”

“I shouldn’t be allowed to be this happy.”

“You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

“Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.”

“I would honestly die before I let anything happen to you.”

“Please don’t love me the way you loved your exes.”

“I’m not materialistic. I like being happy and having lots of sex.”

“I don’t care if you think you look like godzilla when you wake up, you’re my beautiful godzilla.”

“I know you haven’t done anything, but can you please stop looking so goddamn kissable, my parents are here.”

“You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.”

“The things I would do just to see your face right now.”

“Please come home, this doesn’t feel right.”

“Will you stay the night?”

“I made breakfast, but I didn’t know what you liked so I made enough to probably feed a small tribe.”

“Hold my hand.”

“Shall we- shall we go back t-to my place?”

“How can you stand there looking like that?”

“Why do I feel like I’m home whenever you’re near me?”

“I will love you forever and when ‘forever’ ends, I’ll love you some more.”

“If only you could see yourself the way I see you, because, holy shit, you’d realise how much I’ve fallen for you.”

“Are you awake? Oh my god I was so worried, holy shit I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Don’t think about anything. Just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.”

“I think we need to talk about the fact that I’m in love with you and also that I’m pregnant.”

“Call me everyday, I just need to know you’re okay.”

“I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.”

“There’s always a place in my bed for you, I will wait no matter what.”

“People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you.”

“I’m so madly and deeply in love with you, please meet me so we can discuss this.”

“I would’ve waited an eternity if I knew you were what I’d get at the end of it.”

“I hope you’ll never forget how much I adore you.”

“Why didn’t you answer your phone? It was an emergency, I needed to tell you I loved you.”

“I hope our love never gets boring.”

“I want to spend the little time I have left with you and only you.”

“Thank you for loving me, I couldn’t have been more lucky.”

“Every morning you kiss my forehead before I leave for work, why was it my lips today?”

“My heart hurts when I look at you.”

“I’ve fallen for you and it’s becoming difficult for me to get anything done.”

“All I can think of is your lips on mine.”

“Don’t blame it on the alcohol, you tasted like you wanted me.”

“You keep that photo of us in your wallet?”

“If anything ever happens to me, remember that I’ll always love you.”

“Darling, your heart is too pure for me.”

“I got everything I wanted. My everything was you.”

“Kiss me like you mean it.”

“All I ever wanted is right here in front of me.”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way.”

“I fought so hard to get you and thank god I can finally rest.”

“Don’t leave me like that again, you scared me.”

“I never thought we’d end up together, but here you are confessing everything to me.”

“I can’t be without you.”

“You were never the person I wanted, but you were the only one I ever needed.”

“I don’t know how you’ve put up with me for this long, but I love you for it.”

“I hope we last.”

“We could be an epic novel of forbidden lovers, like Romeo and Juliet without the ending.”

“Don’t tell me you love me unless you mean it.”

“Every little thing you do, makes me want to hold you forever and never let go.”

“If marrying me will make this relationship boring, then let’s just date forever.”

“I want to love you like it’s our last day on earth, but you beat me to it.”

“That night you kissed me and I thought I might melt.”

“My heart isn’t beating faster, my heart isn’t beating faster, I swear it isn’t, get ahold of yourself.”

“They told me that you’d break my heart but, holy shit, they never said it’d feel like this.”

“Don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago.”

“I just want you to be happy, even if your happiness doesn’t include me, I just want you happy.”

“Will you love me like this forever?”

“I could never not love you.”

“I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it.”

“You don’t know half of the things you do to me.”

“Kiss me and promise me a forever.”

//The Angst list went well, so here’s a little taste of some fluffy prompts! Feel free to mix and match the different types of lists!

#writing #writing prompts #fluff #writing fluff #fluff prompts #prompts

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waiting-for-motivation · 5 years

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FLUFF PROMPT LIST

Why do you have to look at me like that? It’s making me weak, please stop.”

“Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

“I’m so lucky.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’ve realised that you keep interrupting my daily and, holy shit, do I love it.”

“Is this the moment that we kiss?”

“The more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave.”

“Look at me. I love you.”

“What took you so long? I missed you…”

“I-I think we should go for dinner first.”

“I know you’re working, but can I come over because I miss seeing your face?”

“I never thought I’d be so lucky, especially not in this lifetime.”

“I love you more than coffee.” *distant gasps*

“And when you’re not around I keep thinking I might cry.”

“I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“I’m tired and my bed feels so empty without you here.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.”

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

“If you don’t stop looking at my lips without doing anything about it, I will take you right here on this counter.”

“Every inch of you is the most incredible thing that God ever created.”

“I know you don’t like labels, so will you be my married-person-thing?”

“Are you going to kiss or keep staring?”

“I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.”

“Stop doing that with your face, someone else is going to snatch you up.”

“Please just look at me while I confess, after that you can look anywhere you like, I swear.”

“For you, darling, I would collect every cherry blossom in Japan- no- in the world.”

“And now your hand is in mine and I feel like the luckiest person to walk the planet.”

“Don’t hesitate, just kiss me.”

“Everytime I look at you, I think I fall a little more in love.”

“You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that and then feign innocence.”

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me.”

“I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”

“I shouldn’t be allowed to be this happy.”

“You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

“Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.”

“I would honestly die before I let anything happen to you.”

“Please don’t love me the way you loved your exes.”

“I’m not materialistic. I like being happy and having lots of sex.”

“I don’t care if you think you look like godzilla when you wake up, you’re my beautiful godzilla.”

“I know you haven’t done anything, but can you please stop looking so goddamn kissable, my parents are here.”

“You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.”

“The things I would do just to see your face right now.”

“Please come home, this doesn’t feel right.”

“Will you stay the night?”

“I made breakfast, but I didn’t know what you liked so I made enough to probably feed a small tribe.”

“Hold my hand.”

“Shall we- shall we go back t-to my place?”

“How can you stand there looking like that?”

“Why do I feel like I’m home whenever you’re near me?”

“I will love you forever and when ‘forever’ ends, I’ll love you some more.”

“If only you could see yourself the way I see you, because, holy shit, you’d realise how much I’ve fallen for you.”

“Are you awake? Oh my god I was so worried, holy shit I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Don’t think about anything. Just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.”

“I think we need to talk about the fact that I’m in love with you and also that I’m pregnant.”

“Call me everyday, I just need to know you’re okay.”

“I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.”

“There’s always a place in my bed for you, I will wait no matter what.”

“People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you.”

“I’m so madly and deeply in love with you, please meet me so we can discuss this.”

“I would’ve waited an eternity if I knew you were what I’d get at the end of it.”

“I hope you’ll never forget how much I adore you.”

“Why didn’t you answer your phone? It was an emergency, I needed to tell you I loved you.”

“I hope our love never gets boring.”

“I want to spend the little time I have left with you and only you.”

“Thank you for loving me, I couldn’t have been more lucky.”

“Every morning you kiss my forehead before I leave for work, why was it my lips today?”

“My heart hurts when I look at you.”

“I’ve fallen for you and it’s becoming difficult for me to get anything done.”

“All I can think of is your lips on mine.”

“Don’t blame it on the alcohol, you tasted like you wanted me.”

“You keep that photo of us in your wallet?”

“If anything ever happens to me, remember that I’ll always love you.”

“Darling, your heart is too pure for me.”

“I got everything I wanted. My everything was you.”

“Kiss me like you mean it.”

“All I ever wanted is right here in front of me.”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way.”

“I fought so hard to get you and thank god I can finally rest.”

“Don’t leave me like that again, you scared me.”

“I never thought we’d end up together, but here you are confessing everything to me.”

“I can’t be without you.”

“You were never the person I wanted, but you were the only one I ever needed.”

“I don’t know how you’ve put up with me for this long, but I love you for it.”

“I hope we last.”

“We could be an epic novel of forbidden lovers, like Romeo and Juliet without the ending.”

“Don’t tell me you love me unless you mean it.”

“Every little thing you do, makes me want to hold you forever and never let go.”

“If marrying me will make this relationship boring, then let’s just date forever.”

“I want to love you like it’s our last day on earth, but you beat me to it.”

“That night you kissed me and I thought I might melt.”

“My heart isn’t beating faster, my heart isn’t beating faster, I swear it isn’t, get ahold of yourself.”

“They told me that you’d break my heart but, holy shit, they never said it’d feel like this.”

“Don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago.”

“I just want you to be happy, even if your happiness doesn’t include me, I just want you happy.”

“Will you love me like this forever?”

“I could never not love you.”

“I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it.”

“You don’t know half of the things you do to me.”

“Kiss me and promise me a forever.”

Feel free to request something! Just give me a (or more) number and a chatacter :)

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bugaboowritings · 5 years

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Punk!Marinette - A Short Drabble-

Marinette Helps Adrien out of a Tree

I have been going down holes as I avoid spoilers. Even found my unfinished writing about Punk! Marinette just had to polish it up. Inspired from art under the punk Marinette tag and @musicfeedsmysoul12 who wrote some things on this au.

Also I’m slowly posting my work at ao3 to make it easier to find, my username is bugaboo0scrambles for anyone interested.

Marinette clicked her tongue with satisfaction. Admiring her work with her mirror. With years and years of practice, applying winged eyeliner still seems like a game of Russian roulette. Going perfectly amazing or making her say “screw it” before giving herself a smoky eye to cover it up the ‘step-sisters’ she painted on her lids. Yet, it was a part of her routine, something she kept since that summer ago spent watching strangers talk about products and brushes.

The laces on her boots drew out the gap between leather and skin as if it was a long sign. Marinette tugged on her laces tighter before reaching a fixed level of security. Fitting in like a second skin. Her hand smoothed over her slick new shoes, relishing its aesthetic allure and not helping the snicker that came up her throat. The heels on this pair were a whopping 3 and a half inches. Nothing major compared to the other shoes on display in the market, but it was enough to give her the needed height to make her a pinch taller then Alya.

With that, she carefully went down the stairs. Watching her step as she got comfortable to the new height. Accepting her death only twice while she barely caught herself from tumbling down the stairs.

Stuffing the long laces into the inside of her boots before making it out of the backdoor of the house. Her hand on the doorknob, other on her hip. Calling out to her parent goodbye as the front of the bakery buzzed with customers.

Nibbled on her maroon-stained lips before checking the trash can. Emptying it to before her parents forgot about it.

The fresh air outside was mixed with the sounds of cars and that horrible unidentifiable “alley smog” rushing to her head. Pushing the plastic bag out the doorway and into the alley. Stepping out before her dad escaped the customers to plot a kiss on her daughter’s head. His beard carried traces of flour while his apron was clean except the splash of fruit-filling by his knee. Wishing Marinette good luck at school before he rushed to get more ingredients as her mother yelled from the front to take care.

Marinette lightly swept her bangs to get rid of her father’s messy, flour kiss. All while her nose crinkled at the smell of day-old eggshells and butter wrappers. Holding her breath and feeling her wrist twist as she opened the dumpster to throw in the trash. Not helping the gag that came up as the garbage smelt of sun-baked vomit cookies. Letting go of the metal lid causing it to slam shut. If her caffeinated tea didn’t wake her up, then that harsh sound did. Even scaring off the black cat that slept peacefully before screeching off into the street.

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“How lame.” Chloe scoffed. Rolling her head like a rag doll as she raised her sunnies from her clear-blue eyes. Her nails, done and polished, flicked the lone blonde strand over her ear.

“Nice shoes, Mari!” She yelled. Booming her voice through the quad. “Matches the whole clown suit too!”

Marinette flipped her off without even looking in her direction. Making her way to the other end of the school to meet up Alya. The one classmate that could manage a conversation with her without being intimidated.

Alya typed swiftly on her keyboard without bothering to look at the keys. A skill that Marinette envied and Alya swore to be like second nature after months of drafting sharp observations over comics, movies and Paris local heroes on her blogs. She sported the denim jacket Marinette decorated for her with patches and pins all with a khaki pleated skirt. Topping it off with her very own white-tee. Her new merch, a commission by Marinette, for her Ladyblog.

“Alya.”

“Marinette.”

Marinette threw her bag under her before lifting her ankles to cross her legs. Rocking back and forth, waiting for the typing to slow down. Once it did, it reached a sudden stop.

Alya sighed and saved her work before tugging her bag on her lap. Sliding her laptop out of harm’s way.

“I got a new scoop last night.” Alya grinned. Relaxing into her seat. Crossing her glossy legs.

“You will never believe what I saw, girl!” Jumping on Marinette as stars lit up in her eyes. A quick transition from her blank expression earlier. Marinette, knowing where this was going, played dumb.

“Let me guess,” Mari hummed, narrowing her eyes at nothing in the distance. Only to get spooked when Alya shook her.

“AHH! I can’t wait! Just let me tell you!!”

Smirking at the journalist. Alya, as if her tongue was on fire, spit on her amazing story.

There she, in the middle of the night, getting a drink of water. Like how she always did when she was staying up late for an article. Only to hear a loud noise outside. Assuming it’s an Akuma before considering the idea of an earthquake happening in the middle of Europe or a plane crash. Incentively fishing for her phone to see the most amazing sight ever. The greatest thing to hit theaters in its time. The most inspiring and jaw-dropping things to ever live in black and white. The scaly, creepy Godzilla! Stomping out the streets of Paris in the dead of night. Apartments lights flicked on as the beast strolled through the street. Holding in its roars as it tossed its tail. Missing a building by a hair. With a “zip” and a “wow”, the Parian hero duo leaped neighborhoods and buildings. Chat Noir tossed his baton in the air, saving Ladybug by the fraction of second from being dino-chum as she twirled up into the air. Ladybug’s yo-yo looped around the monster swiftly with her momentum, tripping the beast toward the bottom of the Eiffel tower. With Chat Noir’s cataclysm ready, Ladybug called on her lucky charm and-

“- and Agreste at 10.” Alya murmured. Watching Adrien come through the front door with Nino by his side. Laughing at each other as they look back to Nino’s phone. Marinette turned around, groaning- knowing this morning routine too well. Trying to make herself seem smaller as she pushed back her shoulders. Hoping to go under notice. Already feeling his lime-green eyes on her back.

“I’ll be hiding in a tree or at the art studio, whatever I reach first.” Already grieving the loss of a perfectly good morning. “Text me if you need me.”

“See ya.” Alya waved. Slumping back to the bench as Marinette rushed away in the opposite direction of Adrien.

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“Marinette!”

“Agreste.”

“Ah. . .Come here often?”

Marinette had to stop the snort that came up her throat. Being a second late as a small chuckle left her lips. Having to shut down her face to not give Adrien the fuel to keep going. Bring back that dull expression as she watched Adrien struggle a little bit more.

“I don’t usually come here, but if I do I’m not dangling out of trees.”

“Uh,” Agreste hummed. Unsure what to say as he felt the tingling of blood rushing to his head competed with the deep blush that appeared on his cheeks. Or maybe that was just the pain of his blood rushing to head. Yeah, maybe it was the blood rushing to his head.

On the bright side, however, it made it harder to see if he’s blushing.

“I’m practicing my tree climbing. . . ?” He smugly answered.

“Practicing,” Marinette repeated. Letting that lame reason melt on her tongue before she even thought of accepting it. Crossing her arms as she stuck her leg out. Her heel rocked back and forth on the dirt. Creating a little hole as she thought this over.

“I’m not one to try and get into someone’s business-”

“You’re not getting in my business. I MEan, I-I don’t mind you asking about it. .!”

Marinette kissed her teeth. “Right . . . “

Biting her lips as she left out a long sigh. Pitching the bridge of her nose, the click on her rings hitting her septum piercing. She’ll regret this, she knows it already. She just had to humor him, even if it was a little longer.

“So Agreste. I would hate to bother this,” Marinette motioned. Her hands raised up and down and around. “But you seem like you need help? Do you need help to get down?”

“. . .Actually, yeah.”

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“Why is Marinette pulling Adrien out of a tree?” Alix questioned. Pointing out the window when Alya and Mylene came over. Her finger covering the odd scene outside.

The three girls press their faces up the glass as they watched the commotion outside unfold.

“It looks like Marinette is shoving him in a tree to me...” Alya mumbled. Squinting her eyes before she removed her glasses. Rubbing them quickly against her shirt before pushing them back up her face.

Mylene bit her thumb, “Do you think we should go and help them? Maybe they-”

A muffled thump hit the ground. A puff of dirt rising in the air, covering the teens outside. Coughing as they waved the dust away. Marinette smoothed the dirt off her jacket as Adrien groaned.

“I think they’re fine.” Alya hummed. Returning to her notebook.

“Okay, so what did you get for question seven?”

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Godzilla: King of the Monsters SPOILER Review!

WARNING! SPOILERS BELOW! IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN GODZILLA: KING OF THE MONSTERS YET, GO AWAY! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

I made a post just yesterday defending Godzilla: King of the Monsters from the harsh criticism the film has received since it’s release over the weekend. I stand by what I said: I think the critical reviews have really hurt the film’s reception in an extremely negative and undeserved way. Now, that’s not to say the film is a perfect one! It has its positives and negatives, and I’m going to go in-depth into them in this review. I’m also going to be making theater experience comparisons to other movies I’ve seen in the past to help you understand where this film falls under my spectrum. This is absolutely my sole opinion, but I just want to clear some of the air and really give everyone my thoughts on this film.

I’ve gotten to see the film twice now, the first on opening night, and the second about five hours ago. The first time I went in as a huge Kaiju nerd, excited and anticipating the film which I hoped would be the blockbuster of the summer. I’d even go so far as to say that I was more hyped for this than Avengers: Endgame. I watched Ghidorah: The Three-Headed Monster, Kong: Skull Island, and Godzilla 2014 prior to going to see this movie. I was prepared to witness glory incarnate.

And I did. Can confirm, my mind was blown. I walked out of that first showing with a stupidly huge grin, possibilities whirling in my mind, and a fierce excitement to see it again. We got a bunch of easter eggs in addition to seeing some of my favorite Kaiju on the American big screen for the first time. I got everything I wanted and I felt very positive about it all.

Godzilla and Ghidorah OWN this movie. Not only did I get way more Godzilla than in 2014, but I got to see Ghidorah shine. That dragon is such a savage, showing every bit of maliciousness he’s known for and even when Godzilla gets juiced up towards the end of the film, he takes every hit thrown at him and pays it back. This Ghidorah takes no bullshit from anybody. He deals it out, and he deals it out with extreme prejudice. Everything from his design, sound effects, the unique behavior and interaction between his three heads (I LOVED that, btw) is so goddamn good and I can’t express enough how much you should go see the movie if only to see the kaiju do their things.

Now Rodan, my boy Rodan! You were once one of the goofiest looking Kaiju I’d ever set eyes on, but my god you got a makeover in this movie. Legendary’s Rodan is a monster in the skies, and you can see that without any trouble. When the planes start to fire missiles at him, he shrugs it off and seems to be more annoyed than anything. Actually, he kind of just plays cat-and-mouse with the jets when he’s pursuing the Argo (The big jet, kind of like a stealth bomber. My dad would disown me for just calling it that because he works in aerospace XD) and only when they completely surround him does he eventually get fed up with the jets and executes a mean barrel roll to essentially bitch-slap all of them (yes, all of them- he kills the entire squad) out of the sky. That was an awesome shot.

Last but certainly not least, Mothra. This incarnation of Mothra is by far the most aggressive, but still retains a lot of the classic kaiju features. She’s beautiful to see and when they started playing her music theme I got so excited. This Mothra also has a few tricks up her sleeve! I was very, very surprised when she whipped out a stinger of all things! But she showed a lot of loyalty to Godzilla in protecting him from Ghidorah and eventually transferring her power to him after Ghidorah kills her (of course she dies, it’s Mothra :( BUT there’s another egg in the end-credits, so maybe we’ll get more Mothra in Godzilla vs Kong!). Another detail I didn’t actually notice the first time watching this was when Godzilla went Thermonuclear and blasted Ghidorah with atomic pulses, the pulses sounded like Mothra’s cries and gave off patterns similar to Mothra’s wings. I thought that was very cool!

Also, one thing I wasn’t expecting to enjoy were all the kaiju Legendary made up for the movie. As much as I would have loved to see more Toho kaiju, (I wanted Anguirus so bad lol) the designs for these kaiju, brief as they were, were awesome to see. We got a number of new minor kaiju with their own unique designs, ranging from the mammoth-ground sloth hybrid Behemoth, the mountain-backed Methuselah, and even a massive MUTO similar to the ones from the 2014 film, but with her own unique features. I’ve heard some people call this one MUTO Prime, but I think that might be a reference to a Godzilla comic that was released not too long ago. I think it was called Godzilla: Aftershock. Don’t take my word on that, I haven’t gotten to check it out yet. I could be totally wrong.

But anyways, I loved all of my kaiju, even the new ones! I’d love to see more of them, even if it’s just little bits and pieces!

Onto the human characters. Yes, your favorite part of this review. Yes, I am being absolutely sarcastic, but to be fair, I personally think the actors did a great job. Of course it’s a Godzilla movie and the plot line is a little wacky, but everyone from Millie Bobby Brown to Kyle Chandler (and especially Ken Watanabe) played their characters very well. The acting was spot-on. I couldn’t really bring myself to truly hate any of the characters. There were some questionable choices, yes, but the actors themselves played their characters very well, I think.

Now of course, I’ve had time to sober up a bit and the second showing let me think a bit more about the movie and its problems. I’ve boiled it down to three main issues: First, the humans take up too much time. Two, I wanted more kaiju (specifically Mothra). And three, the fights kept getting cut in the middle of the action.

King of the Monsters struggles with the same issue that Godzilla 2014 had in that it actually doesn’t have enough monsters. I’m not talking about monster battles- it has that in spades, (though I found myself wanting even more of that, as well) but I found it lacking when it came to some of the kaiju themselves. The first half of the movie rolls out exactly like I wanted. It starts with a bang and just immediately starts to move. It’s fast, catastrophic, and visually stunning.

That visual awe, by the way, is something that is maintained throughout the entirety of the film. If you want to see some of the most amazing shots you’ve ever seen in a movie, then this is the one.

The problem with King of the Monsters starts mostly in the second half of the film, just after King Ghidorah rises from the ocean victorious in his latest battle against Godzilla. At this point, the film slows down and focuses far, far too much on the people. We know that the Titans are rampaging around the world, but we don’t see much of them. Even Ghidorah and Rodan (the latter of whom submits to Ghidorah’s authority after getting his ass beat) aren’t given much screen time to show what they get up to, which apparently flying over to Washington D.C and turning it into Ghidorah’s personal crib.

I would have LOVED to see Ghidorah and Rodan fly up to the capital and basically lay waste to the place, if only to add to their danger factors. They both present an immense threat, but it feels a bit subverted given how little screen time they have together while Rodan is under Ghidorah’s authority.

But we slowed down and focused on the people, who were sent on a mission to heal Godzilla after the Oxygen Destroyer missile almost killed him. Granted, that is important, but it felt too stretched out for me to really enjoy it. I would have liked to see Mothra partaking more in helping Godzilla, especially since she gets so little screen time in the movie.

That’s one of my biggest nitpicks as I stated before- I didn’t get nearly enough Mothra. We actually got more Rodan than we did Mothra. Don’t get me wrong, Rodan is one of my favorite Kaiju and this movie scales his baddassery level up so much, but I NEEDED more Mothra to really make the movie work better. Her design is gorgeous and her brief participation in the final battle is fine, but I wanted MORE of her. More of Mothra interacting with the people, with Godzilla, and with Madison (Millie Bobbie Brown).

Just more of Mothra. For a kaiju that plays such a key role in rebelling against Ghidorah’s Alpha status and protecting Godzilla, she doesn’t get remotely enough screen time.

But let’s get back on track. The movie slowed down after the battle in Mexico concluded and Ghidorah became the Alpha kaiju. And in this, I felt in my second viewing, is really where the crux of the problem lies. Some of the human actions were very necessary and provided the meat of the plot, but a lot of the fat could have been cut out and replaced with kaiju instead.

The scene with Serizawa (Ken Watanabe) and Godzilla was masterfully done, though. For those of you who aren’t diehard kaiju fans, Serizawa was the scientist way back in the original 50′s Godzilla films that killed Godzilla with the oxygen destroyer. In this movie, Ken Watanabe’s character, who is also named Serizawa, sacrifices himself to save Godzilla by detonating a nuclear bomb beside the Titan, which helps him recover his radioactive life force.

“Goodbye, old friend.”

There’s something tragically sad about that quote and it was the most powerful moment in the film for me. Not just because it pays homage to the original Serizawa character, but because that really takes you back to the original Godzilla roots, when the kaiju was used as a metaphor for nuclear devastation. Serizawa is of Japanese origin and his father was killed by the bomb in Hiroshima (in the storyline). He sacrifices himself to save Godzilla and is killed by the nuclear bomb they use to jump-start the Titan. That echoes hard and reminded me where Godzilla came from in the first place.

Godzilla gets juiced by the nuclear bomb and goes on the hunt to track down and slaughter Ghidorah once and for all. Cue one of the most epic monster fights you’ll ever see on the big screen...or it would have been, if they didn’t cut away every few seconds to focus on the people. It’s this repetitive sequence in the film that hurts its score the most for me. I don’t care about the people scrambling on the ground, or at least I don’t care enough to want to focus on them when Godzilla, Ghidorah, Rodan, and Mothra are scrapping in the background.

Like hello??? Can I look at THAT please??? More, please!!!

What action sequences we do get are great, but god they would have been so much more satisfying and powerful if we just got to see the kaiju duking it out while the humans scrambled in the background, and not the other way around.

Walking out of the theater this time, I felt like I stated before- I didn’t get enough kaiju, or at least the kaiju I did get kept getting cut off by human nonsense. I still enjoyed it, absolutely, because for me, the pros of the film outweigh the cons. I got to see my favorite kaiju duke it out amidst tolerable human actors with CGI that Toho couldn’t have even dreamed of seeing back in the day. I got my Godzilla movie, and while it wasn’t perfect, I liked what I liked more than I hated what I didn’t.

To put this in comparison, I think this film falls into a healthy theater experience, but not an outstanding one. For example, I am a Jurassic Park nut, and when Jurassic World came out, I saw that movie more times than I can even count. Every opportunity I could have to go see it, I saw it. I think I saw that movie in the theater something like eight times? Not even a joke, I saw it that much. I loved it so much. That was probably my favorite theater experience ever. King of the Monsters makes me want to go see it again and again, (even now, after seeing it twice!) but maybe I’ll refrain from seeing it quite that much lol.

But it doesn’t deserve to be thrashed with criticism the way it is. Another example, my most negative theater experience, is when I went to go see The Last Jedi. Oh my god. Now THAT movie made me wish the new trilogy had never happened, and I love Star Wars. Even in my first viewing of The Last Jedi, I walked out of that theater with two of my friends (both of them hardcore Star Wars fans) and we all said out loud, “What the fuck was that garbage?”

Oh my god we hated that film, but we went to go see it twice regardless because that’s what we do to really determine how much we like or hate a film. The first time is for initial reactions as fans, the second time we go see a film to be more perceptive about it. And The Last Jedi sucked even more the second time, which is why I will never touch that movie ever again. I could go in-depth about it, but that’s not what this review is about. This was simply an example to compare King of the Monsters to.

If I had had the kind of reaction to the film that I did with The Last Jedi, I would absolutely understand the box office numbers it is currently being pounded with, but I didn’t have that reaction. I loved the movie both times I went to go see it and for the life of my I can’t fathom why it’s receiving so much heat. This film is pieced together BETTER than that horrifying Star Wars movie, for god’s sake, but it’s doing so much worse. Let that sink in for a second. A Godzilla movie’s plot is pieced better than a Star Wars movie. Will wonders never cease?

All in all, I think King of the Monsters is a sold 7.5/10. It’s not perfect and it has its problems, but I think it’s a solid entry into the kaiju franchise, and at this point I’m just praying that the negativity it’s receiving doesn’t hurt the Legendary Monsterverse later on down the line. I want to see more Godzilla movies after Kong vs Godzilla, thank you very much!

Whew, that was a lot to write. Anyways, my final advice to anyone thinking about going to see it is to just go take a crack at it in the theaters. I can understand why people didn’t like some parts of the film, but I found the positives outweighed the negatives. Long live the King!

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a-cure-for-writers-block · 6 years

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#100 Dialogue Prompts to Make a Reader Swoon... (Okay maybe not all of them)

"Why do you have to look at me like that? It’s making me weak, please stop.”

“Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

“I’m so lucky.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’ve realised that you keep interrupting my daily and, holy shit, do I love it.”

“Is this the moment that we kiss?”

“The more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave.”

“Look at me. I love you.”

“What took you so long? I missed you...”

“I-I think we should go for dinner first.”

“I know you’re working, but can I come over because I miss seeing your face?”

“I never thought I’d be so lucky, especially not in this lifetime.”

“I love you more than coffee.” *distant gasps*

“And when you’re not around I keep thinking I might cry.”

“I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“I’m tired and my bed feels so empty without you here.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.”

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

“If you don’t stop looking at my lips without doing anything about it, I will take you right here on this counter.”

“Every inch of you is the most incredible thing that God ever created.”

“I know you don’t like labels, so will you be my married-person-thing?”

“Are you going to kiss or keep staring?”

“I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.”

“Stop doing that with your face, someone else is going to snatch you up.”

“Please just look at me while I confess, after that you can look anywhere you like, I swear.”

“For you, darling, I would collect every cherry blossom in Japan- no- in the world.”

“And now your hand is in mine and I feel like the luckiest person to walk the planet.”

“Don’t hesitate, just kiss me.”

“Everytime I look at you, I think I fall a little more in love.”

“You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that and then feign innocence.”

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me.”

“I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”

“I shouldn’t be allowed to be this happy.”

“You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

“Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.”

“I would honestly die before I let anything happen to you.”

“Please don’t love me the way you loved your exes.”

“I’m not materialistic. I like being happy and having lots of sex.”

“I don’t care if you think you look like godzilla when you wake up, you’re my beautiful godzilla.”

“I know you haven’t done anything, but can you please stop looking so goddamn kissable, my parents are here.”

“You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.”

“The things I would do just to see your face right now.”

“Please come home, this doesn’t feel right.”

“Will you stay the night?”

“I made breakfast, but I didn’t know what you liked so I made enough to probably feed a small tribe.”

“Hold my hand.”

“Shall we- shall we go back t-to my place?”

“How can you stand there looking like that?”

“Why do I feel like I’m home whenever you’re near me?”

“I will love you forever and when ‘forever’ ends, I’ll love you some more.”

“If only you could see yourself the way I see you, because, holy shit, you’d realise how much I’ve fallen for you.”

“Are you awake? Oh my god I was so worried, holy shit I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Don’t think about anything. Just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.”

“I think we need to talk about the fact that I’m in love with you and also that I’m pregnant.”

“Call me everyday, I just need to know you’re okay.”

“I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.”

“There’s always a place in my bed for you, I will wait no matter what.”

“People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you.”

“I’m so madly and deeply in love with you, please meet me so we can discuss this.”

“I would’ve waited an eternity if I knew you were what I’d get at the end of it.”

“I hope you’ll never forget how much I adore you.”

“Why didn’t you answer your phone? It was an emergency, I needed to tell you I loved you.”

“I hope our love never gets boring.”

“I want to spend the little time I have left with you and only you.”

“Thank you for loving me, I couldn’t have been more lucky.”

“Every morning you kiss my forehead before I leave for work, why was it my lips today?”

“My heart hurts when I look at you.”

“I’ve fallen for you and it’s becoming difficult for me to get anything done.”

“All I can think of is your lips on mine.”

“Don’t blame it on the alcohol, you tasted like you wanted me.”

“You keep that photo of us in your wallet?”

“If anything ever happens to me, remember that I’ll always love you.”

“Darling, your heart is too pure for me.”

“I got everything I wanted. My everything was you.”

“Kiss me like you mean it.”

“All I ever wanted is right here in front of me.”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way.”

“I fought so hard to get you and thank god I can finally rest.”

“Don’t leave me like that again, you scared me.”

“I never thought we’d end up together, but here you are confessing everything to me.”

“I can’t be without you.”

“You were never the person I wanted, but you were the only one I ever needed.”

“I don’t know how you’ve put up with me for this long, but I love you for it.”

“I hope we last.”

“We could be an epic novel of forbidden lovers, like Romeo and Juliet without the ending.”

“Don’t tell me you love me unless you mean it.”

“Every little thing you do, makes me want to hold you forever and never let go.”

“If marrying me will make this relationship boring, then let’s just date forever.”

“I want to love you like it’s our last day on earth, but you beat me to it.”

“That night you kissed me and I thought I might melt.”

“My heart isn’t beating faster, my heart isn’t beating faster, I swear it isn’t, get ahold of yourself.”

“They told me that you’d break my heart but, holy shit, they never said it’d feel like this.”

“Don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago.”

“I just want you to be happy, even if your happiness doesn’t include me, I just want you happy.”

“Will you love me like this forever?”

“I could never not love you.”

“I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it.”

“You don’t know half of the things you do to me.”

“Kiss me and promise me a forever.”

// Again, no one asked for this, but the last one went down well XD I don’t think this one was as good, but I really want to do a fluff edition, let me know if anyone’s interested! Thanks so much for such a great response on the #100 Dialogue Prompts to Break a Reader’s Heart I hope you enjoy this one as much hehe. Good luck my darlings, lots of love from Yasmine xox

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so i watched 'the planet eater'...

(this post will contain spoilers)

Today, I rushed home and launched Netflix within the blink of an eye, filled with excitement to watch The Planet Eater. I have been a huge Toho fan since I was a child, and I would say I've enjoyed the previous 2 films, I'm just not sure how I feel about the final installment of Netflix's Godzilla series.

Here I will be discussing the aspects of the final movie that I feel were done well, along with the parts I felt were lacking clarification or purpose.

We'll start with the areas that I didn't like:

-We didn't get the monster battle that we were teased about, and I'm actually really upset about it. I mean, sure, technically Ghidorah threw some punches at Godzilla and he managed to throw a couple back at the end, but it was hardly the battle of the ages we'd all been expecting.

-The message of the film was quite fitting, I feel. However, I hate that it took such a pessimistic attitude toward humanity. It basically assumes there is zero chance for humanity to change its ways, even with the proper education. This is shown by Haruo just up and leaving with the Vulture without even attempting to talk to the others about why living simply would be better for them. He could've literally just explained what he'd seen and heard during his mental battle with Metphies and Ghidorah, and they would've all listened to him and probably stopped trying to modernise their society right then and there.

-Are you telling me that Haruo was sleeping with BOTH of the twins? He got Miana pregnant, but we saw him sleep with Maina in the cave so... Are they all just poly now? Are they cool with this? Do they even understand what's going on?

-The scene where it shows the survivors all going back down into the caves with the Houtua basically serves as "don't worry, the dudes are all still gonna get a chick each!" It literally doesn't show ANY Houtua men, it's just pairing all of the soldiers up with native women, which I thought was a bit objectifying.

-Haruo abandons his pregnant girlfriend(?) to go and Kamikaze himself into Godzilla, even though at this point Godzilla is just chilling and minding his own business. Literally, leave him alone Haruo, you bully.

-Ghidorah not actually physically being in their timeline was a bit of a cop-out. I get it, he's supposed to be this terrifying unbelievably powerful being but I was a bit disappointed with how he was handled. When he caused the people aboard the ship to discover they'd died before it even happened, that was terrifying and great, everything Ghidorah should be. But, as Godzilla's main enemy, it should've been more of an even battleground I feel. I think it almost made the battle boring because it was entirely one-sided.

-They kinda needed to expand on Godzilla's origins a bit more. The Exif said that their planet had suffered from creatures like Godzilla prior to being destroyed (by Ghidorah), so we know there were multiple "Godzillas" across different timelines and planets, but they're basically not given an origin. Aside from one line about Earth's Godzilla coming from radiation. That's it.

Now, onto things I actually enjoyed:

-Metphies. His characterisation was actually very believable. We always knew something was up, something always seemed unnerving about him, but the reality was really terrifying. Discovering that he, along with the other Exif priests, called Ghidorah to their home planet in order to sacrifice it was genuinely shocking.

-Yuko being braindead. That sounds harsh, but too often in these kinds of series' do people make full recoveries from fatal injuries, so it was refreshing to see the outcome be so dire in this case. Also adds to the believability of the situation.

-As mentioned above, the scene involving Ghidorah and the ship was fantastic. It was genuinely terrifying, seeing the crew realise that they were, in fact, already dead, seeing Ghidorah coiling himself around the ship with everyone entirely at its mercy, that was a great scene and it was everything great about Ghidorah.

-The scene where Ghidorah's shadow is decapitating people and taking off their limbs. Again, terrifying. If just his shadow is able to do this much damage, what can the real thing do?

So, in summary, I don't think it was a bad conclusion to the trilogy by any means, but it wasn't a great conclusion either. It was an enjoyable watch, but it left me with a lot of unanswered questions, and I was honestly expecting something bigger from the battle scene.

Still, as a Godzilla fan, I'm just happy to see my spiky radioactive boi actually getting some screentime in something.

#godzilla #netflix #the planet eater #toho #ghidorah #spoilers

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novkat21 · 5 years

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Need Some Warmth

Thanks @novemberhush for finding this for me! I'm a few days behind, so let's see how quickly I can catch up!

Prompts are from this post.

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1. Cold Sleepy Cuddles

Stiles huffed impatiently, watching his breath cloud in front of him and slowly vanish into the cold air. Rain was pouring down around him, Lydia's umbrella barely saving him from getting drenched. Cars drove by, water splashing up and threatening to soak them.

“Where the hell is Derek?” he quipped as a harsh shiver wracked his body.

“It's been ten minutes, Stiles,” Lydia replied in exasperation.

“Ten minutes too long. It's freezing out here. I'm surprised it's not snowing yet.”

“We don't get snow here.”

“It can still snow in California!”

Lydia didn't respond so Stiles just assumed she rolled her eyes instead. He glared out at the busy road, tightening his grip on the shopping bags in each hand. The storm wasn't supposed to come in until tomorrow, where he would be safe and warm in his own home rather than out in a different city where everything closed early for the night.

A loud roaring engine sounded and then the Camaro rolled up to the curb, headlights shining brightly in the dark.

“Finally!” he exclaimed, flailing slightly.

Before he could even move, Lydia rushed forward and opened the passenger seat, closing her umbrella as soon as she was safely inside the car. Rain quickly soaked Stiles as he marched over and set the bags in the backseat. He climbed in afterward, wet clothes rubbing loudly against the leather as he slammed the door shut.

“What took you so long?” Stiles asked as Derek maneuvered into traffic.

“None of us really live close to this city, Stiles,” Derek replied, scowl already in place.

“So? You're a fast driver! Do you not remember that time you nearly ran over a bunch of students while peeling out of the school parking lot?”

“That didn't happen.”

“Yeah it did!”

Derek sighed in irritation, grip tightening on the wheel. Stiles heard it more than saw it happen so he shut his mouth and glared out the window, not bothering to try to warm his numbing body.

Derek dropped Lydia off at her house first, Stiles taking her bags up to her front door after having a silent argument with the alpha’s eyebrows. When he opened the passenger door, Derek shot him a death glare.

“Back seat,” he snapped.

“What? Why?”

“You've already ruined one seat. I don't want you to ruin another. Back seat.”

Stiles grumbled as he slammed the door shut and got back in his previous spot. “It’s water. You can just dry it off.”

Derek didn't respond as he drove them to the Stilinski house, rain pounding down on the vehicle the only sound.

Stiles moved to get out once the car was stopped, but paused when Derek shut it off and got out. He watched the werewolf move quickly up to the front door and turn to him. Blinking, he hurried over, raindrops pelting down on him.

“Need me to research something?” he inquired as they walked inside the home, shutting the door behind him.

“No.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow when Derek didn't say any more then rolled his eyes and took his shoes off. “I'm gonna go change. Make yourself comfortable.”

He wandered up to his room and switched his saturated clothes out for a pair of warm sweats. He shook his head like a dog would, water flying everywhere. Pushing a hand through his now damp hair, he made his way back downstairs to find Derek standing in the middle of the living room awkwardly.

“Uh, do you want anything to drink?” Stiles offered as he gestured to the kitchen. Derek shook his head. “Okay. So, if I'm not looking anything up, why are you here?”

Derek shuffled his socked feet, scowling at the floor. Stiles knew by now the guy wasn't good with words, but he was also still freezing cold from being outside. So instead of patiently waiting like he normally would have, he walked past the alpha and flopped down on the couch, pulling the throw blanket over himself.

“While you're deciding on what you want to do, I'm gonna turn on a movie,” Stiles told him as he grabbed the remote and switched the TV on.

The quiet buzz from the giant box in front of him filled the silence that followed. He curled up in a ball and hugged the blanket to himself as Derek abruptly walked in front of him and sat down beside Stiles, that constipated look still on his face.

“So, looks like Godzilla is on. Or Saw III, but I've never seen that one. Oooh, what about Star Wars?! I bet you've never seen that! Well, maybe. Do you know about-”

“I've been having nightmares,” Derek suddenly blurted, cutting Stiles off. Stiles blinked and turned his whole attention to the man beside him. “I keep waking Isaac up and he's not getting enough sleep. I don't want to keep him up again.”

“So you want to keep me up instead?” Stiles questioned then mentally kicked himself the second Derek tensed. “That's not what I meant. I mean, it is, but it sounded super mean. No, it was super mean. Look, I'm sorry. You're welcome here anytime, Derek. Well, so long as my dad's not home. Which he's not tonight! He's got a late shift.”

Derek relaxed against the cushions and glanced at him. “Thank you.”

Stiles shifted and bumped his shoulder against Derek's. “Of course. I've got your back, you've got mine. Maybe Matt was right. We do make a pretty good pair.”

Derek growled and looked back at the TV. “Don't mention him.”

Stiles raised his hands innocently. “Alright. No mentioning previous crazy high school students that tried to kill us. Got it.”

Derek huffed, but there was no real heat behind it. They both turned their attention to the movie, Stiles trying to ignore the fact that their shoulders were pressed together. He wrapped his arms around his legs and got lost in the fantasy world playing out before them.

A while later, as the credits rolled, Stiles stretched his legs out as he yawned. “So, I don't really have a place for you to sle-”

He halted all movements when he realized Derek was leaning against him, head on his shoulder, eyes closed. His mouth was open slightly in relaxation, eyebrows relaxed on his forehead. He looked so peaceful, something Stiles never thought he'd see.

He turned the TV off with the click of a button on the remote and settled back against the plush cushions, resting his head on top of Derek's. He tossed part of the blanket over the alpha and sighed contentedly, letting the quiet of the house and Derek's breathing lull him to sleep.

#sterek #sterek ficlet #12daysoffluffychristmas

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specialyinterested · 6 years

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Spooky’s House of Jumpscares/Jumpscare Mansion Info Dump

(Some of my favourite facts about Spooky’s Jumpscare Mansion)

It’s most likely Spooky from Spooky’s Jumpscare mansion Died on October 31st 1964.

In the HD Renovation if the player enters the code 1235 into one of the arcade machines you will see Spooky’s backstory. In this she can be seen Trick or Treating with her dad. Her red costume at first could be mistaken for a Devil costume.

However in the Karamari hospital DLC if you go into the basement you can a note from Spooky’s father part of which reads “I was confounded no one understood your costume but I guess people don’t read Poe anymore, even with the new Price film.” Given this information it’s most likely Spooky was dressed as the Red Death from The Masque of the Red Death a Edgar Allen Poe story that was made into a movie staring Vincent Price and released on the 24th of June 1964.

Another note implies that it was Spooky’s father who brought her back as a ghost. In the note he writes “A second device is needed to bind the spirit to the earth after it has been brought back. I know this sounds macabre but I will turn it off and let you return to heaven after your mother and I get to see you again.” why he didn’t turn off the machine/turning off the machine didn’t work is unknown.

In Spooky’s own notes she refers to the internet as the Spider Portal, and mentions “a cluster of webs centred around short horror experiences as well as some sort of Italian cooking” most likely referring to Creepy Pastas which could be further proof to her dying before the internet was really a thing. (She also refers to LP people which most likely means Lets Players).

(It is also theorised that the child in the notes could be the Demon Child found in Karamari Hospital and that the backstory found on the arcade machine was fake. Though the lines about liking to scare people and binding the spirit leads me to believe this is not the case)

(Facts about the specimens bellow the read more)

Specimens

Specimen 1) The pumpkin is named Sam in reference to the movie Trick R Treat. There was originally going to be a werewolf cut out. After a while the face on the green slime becomes corrupted. This face represents SCP-106. One of the cut outs resembles Jeff the Killer who is also referenced in Spooky’s research notes in endless mode. Specimen 2) First appears in Room 60 and is triggered by the player reading the note in said room. Their death screen reads "I know what you have done, and what you have yet to do. But it's alright, because I'm inside you now. We are one but I am many...". Their chase theme music is titled UNKNOWN HUG They were inspired by the Lub Glub monsters from Adventure Time. They also may be a reference to SCP-106 (who also apears from puddles [Specimen 1 only does this in thr HD renovation]) and the creatures from the 1030 cartoon Swing You Sinners.

Specimen 3) First appears in the GL Lab rooms (that start at Room 120) and is triggered by reading a GL assistant note in which they mention hearing a clicking sound. Their chase theme music is titled WRITHING SNEEZES. They were inspired by the game Resident Evil. They are refereed to as Subject 5. Subjects 1-4 can be seen floating in the walls of the GL Labs rooms.

Specimen 4) First appears in Room 166 once the player has reached the end of the room. Her death screen reads "Hush now my child, you're safe now." She has four chase themes; BREAKFAST WAS TOO EARLY BREAKFAST WAS TOO LATE BREAKFAST WAS TOO WATER DAMAGED RINGU_AMB She is a homage to Japanese RPGs (especially Corpse Party).The second version of her could also be a nod to the Fatal Frame games. Her being the fourth specimen was probably deliberate as 4 is seen as a bad number in Japan The room number may be a reference to SCP-166 She is the only specimen with two different chases

Specimen 5) First appears in room 210 Their death screen reads “Tiny, Shining holes in the sky. Delicate, perfect emptiness. Black, growing absences of life.Cold, swarming death. And we shall become them." Their chase theme music is called LUSTING STRAWBERRY They are thought to be a reference to the Silent Hill Series It is theorised it may be the “Mother” mentioned in the notes leading up to its first appearance They are referred to in the game data as bab

Specimen 6) First appears in Room 310 Nicknamed Ben and The Merchant by fans He will attack if the player doesn’t look at him, but also if the player looks too long “To become a puppet is to rid oneself of the pain and harshness of choice. Now nothing you do is your fault, now you belong to something... You belong to me..." Their chase theme music is titled The Merchant His inspiration was most likely the Happy Mask Salesman from LOZ Ocarina of Time/Majoras Mask and Ben from the Ben Drowned Creepypasta He may also be a reference to SCP-173 or the Weeping Angels from Dr Who Specimen 7) First appears in room 411 They are slow but an instant kill They are only effective against people with past trauma or mental illness. This means the player character could be mentally ill/traumatised (though it’s possible their trauma is their encounters with previous specimens) Their chase theme music is titled STRANGE WIGGLES It’s appearance resembles Giygas from Earthbound and it’s behaviour is similar to the mind flesh wall in Penumbra: Black Plague Specimen 8) Nicknamed Deer Lord First appears in room 558 Their death screen reads “ "And I saw, from eyes that were not mine. And I felt, with a fear I could not reason. They watch us, they invade us. And keep us happy, committing treason. To a King we didn't deserve. To a Son who waits weeping. That I knew, from knowledge gained while sleeping." Their chase music is called Your Consenting Mind. While chasing the player they will say four different phrases: “Join us” “Why do you run, child?” “Your submission is inevitable” “Your flesh will sustain my children” Their inspiration was The Best from Over the Garden Wall They are also similar to Herne the Hunter from English folklore, the Wendigo from Native American lore, a Kyrkogrim from Scandinavian folklore, Remor from Fran Bow and SCP-1417-A

Specimen 9) Can appear anywhere from Room 52 onward Can be triggered by staying in one place for too long or walking down one of the endless coridoors They also act as a final boss to the game Their Cat_Dos entry appears to be corrupted They can kill the player in any of the Safe rooms It’s theorised their inspiration could be Red from the NES Godzilla Creepypasta Their Cat_Dos entry says they were terminated, evidently this is not the case.

Specimen 10) First appears in Room 617 Was the reason the GL Labs were abandoned The original Specimen 10 is described as being Docile Whether Cat_Dos shows the original or current Specimen 10 is random chance Their death screen reads "Now you have nothing to fear. Now you have nothing to think. Follow your selfish desires. Follow your natural instinct. After all you're just an animal. It's much easier than trying to think." behind this text something written in binary flashes on and off screen. When translated this reads "You are more than just an animal. Use the soul you've been given. And be responsible for your actions." Their chase music is called GETTING THERE They seem to be inspired by Necromorphs from Dead Space as they are both parasitic in nature They also seem to be inspired by the creature from the movie The Thing or SCP-610

Specimen 11) Nicknamed Food Demon First encountered in Room 710 after the player has picked up the key in the freezer Once the player character has run out of health Specimen 11 teleports them to a looping hallway made of meat before finally killing them Their death screen reads "With every bite with bone and skin. The temple groaned and shook again. His dwelling place did I neglect. To the end with bad effect." just like specimen 10 a second message in binary can be seen. This translates to read "Believe in God, but question the teachings of men." Their chase music is called We Have the Beef If you reverse the sound heard while they chase the player you can hear the phrases “Come here”, “Stop running away”, “I see you” and “I’ll catch you” Specimen 11 and the Fast Food restaurant rooms resemble a Little Big Planet Akuma Kira made The meat hallway could be a reference to SCP-106′s pocket dimension

Specimen 12) First encountered in room 810 Specimen 12 is actually the Mansion not the Old Man as people might think. The old man is simply the mansion’s Host They are the only specimen with a hide mechanic In endless mode they have to modes Docile and Actvie While active the theme Here Comes Trouble plays. While Docile the theme Gummy Worms With Gummy Bear Heads plays. Was mansion was based off the game Clock Tower and the chase music is similar to the chase theme Don’t Cry Jennifer The old mans appearance was based off the Adult Swim cartoon Too Many Cooks The Old Man was voiced by Vernon Shaw from Hot Pepper Gaming on Youtube According to notes found in endless mode show he was a vlogger who would explore abandoned locations

Specimen 13) First appears in room 910 She will only move if the player is in the water Once the player gets back in the water she starts chasing again. However she is always a little further away than the last splash to allow the player time to move away She will not pause between her attacks Her chase theme is called Something In The Water She is similar to Kaernk from Amnesia The Dark Decent

#special interest #infodump #long post #spookys house of jumpscares #spookys jumpscare mansion

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