#it would be really nice to have one ring of each color of the ace flag

[angelizs]

[DATING CHE'NYA]

[ABOUT : How it happened]

Che'nya always had fun around you. you always had fun around him. you make a great duo! it starts off as friends getting up to some shenanigans together and having some fun! that is, until he felt his heart start to beat faster around you. huh. and you felt your cheeks getting warmer around him. huh. how weird. and he thinks it would be really nice to kiss you. and you think it would be really nice to hold him. oh. oh! alright, so it's like that.

"Che'nya, there's something I have to tell you."

"oh? what is it?"

"I think I might be in love with you." you just stare at each other. your hands are clammy and your heart is about to give you a cardiac arrest with how fast it's beating.

"you think so?"

"well, I'm pretty sure."

his grin widens, ears perking up "in this case, I think I might be in love with you too."

you can't stop your smile "you think so?"

"hmm, I'm pretty sure, yes."

congrats you've got a boyfriend now!

[ABOUT: Well, what now?]

get! matching! accessories! earrings, necklace, rings, anything! Che'nya would love it if you share the same appreciation for odd jewelry as he does! this ring might be a bit too big, but look at how colorful it is! this necklace has way too many chains, but isn't the kitty pendant cute? this clock earring is quite nice! what do you mean the clock is broken? that's the charm!

 he WILL call you the strangest pet names. this man has no shame whatsoever. he can say the most out of pocket things without flinching or feeling any embarrassment, that applies to his nicknames for you as well. there is no escape, just accept it. the sooner you do the least embarrassed you will be once he calls you "drowsy dormousey" in front of your friends (shut up Ace shut up shut up he's cute so he can do that ok. no, you can't, you only sound goofy when you do). call him your little meow meow, he will be delighted.

he's surprisingly good at giving advice when you need it! just get through his enigmatic wording first and you'll find it very helpful! he's great with giving directions and showing the right path! Che'nya is very smart, after all, he just expresses himself in a rather odd way. he's someone you can count on!

for your dates, if you're not spending the day in each other's schools causing chaos and havoc (and a migraine for Riddle) or chilling in your room with cuddles and cat naps, then you're out in the city! you still don't know much about the Isle of Sages, since you scarcely leave NRC, or about the little town there. worry not, Che'nya has explored it throughly and will show you exciting new places! his favorite cafe, that one famous pâtisserie, a nice clothes shop or the beach! whenever there is a new event on the island, be it a music show or a cultural fair, Che'nya will want to go with you. you can't lose an opportunity to have fun together!

when it comes to grades, he's one of the best on his class. that's great, you two should study together! that's what you think, right? well, no, you shouldn't. if you think studying with Ace, Deuce and Grim is chaotic, that's because you didn't try to have a study session with Che'nya. oh, you're confused about this alchemy question? how about he tries to explain in a metaphor that will confuse you even more! you want to ask him questions with flashcards? he will overcomplicate the questions and then turn them on you. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT ask his help in animal linguistics. he will only talk in cat puns. and most likely meow at you. for a good while. so don't, just don't.

on the rare occasion Che'nya is annoyed or irritated with something, you can tell right away, he doesn't bother trying to hide it. his ears fall flatly against his head, his tail is down and swishing agitatedly and even if he still has the smile on his face you can tell it doesn't reach his eyes. he gets less energetic and doesn't move around so much, sometimes even being stiff. in this case, the best thing to do is to recharge with lots of cuddles and head scratches. eventually he might open up to what's on his mind! be it in riddles or in a straightforward way, just having someone to hear it without judgment already makes him feel better.

he loves hand-made gifts, both giving and recieving! it's easier to put your thoughts and emotions on them and they become more personal. whatever it is that you make him, he will cherish it! you cooked him lunch? he's going to praise all the flavors and savour every bite like it's the last meal he'll eat (he might do an impression of a renomed chef judging your cooking with the most exagerated expressions though)! you drew something for him? it's going on his bedroom wall right now, he will show it to whoever goes there, he might even make a little patch of it (it explains why he's got a shirt with a mix of different flowers patches alongside a sketch of Grim sleeping on Trein's class. he loves wearing it when he visits. Grim hates it and has tried on multiple occasions to get rid of it, with no success so far)! you grew a little plant for him? that's his son now, that plant is going to live the best life, he will song a lullaby to it before going to sleep (luckly he doesn't share his room with anyone, or else there would be way too many complaints about a cat serenading late at night. he says the plant is his dormmate and it loves his songs, thank you very much)!

he drags you to RSA at the very least once. it's actually a lot of fun! everyone is really nice, the castle is beautiful and makes you feel like royalty just by being there, Che'nya's room is super comfortable to spend time in, and, most important of all, the both of you can and will prank people without you having to worry about the payback! and their reactions are really funny too! it's great! that is, until Riddle blows up your phone furiously demanding you to come back this instant. Cater is losing it on the background about how you've got more Magicam followers than he does in less than an hour. Che'nya shows you a picture he took of you and Neige LeBlanche together. it's on Neige's Magicam page. congrats, you're a Magicam subcelebrity now! I hope it was worth the punishment Riddle will give you for breaking the rules!

("I'm not even at your dorm."

"you're still a student of Night Raven College and are expected to follow it's rules!"

"yeah, why did you have to go to RSA of all places, you traitor!"

"shut up Ace, you just wish you were there too.")

[ABOUT: The clothes war saga]

Che'nya sews his own clothes! of course, not all of them, but most have at least some modification he did to fit his alternative style more. sometimes he stays up late to sew, since, according to him, the best ideas come at the oddest of times. maybe that explains why they look like that, but you can't help but be fond of them, especially after seeing how much effort he puts into it and how proud he is!

so you steal his clothes. they are comfy and big on you and so so soft and smell like him and are very comfy. did I mention how soft they are? they don't match with any other clothes you have, but you wear them anyway. that one hoodie with the playing card suits patches he made thinking of his friends in Heartslabyul? it's yours now. you wear it on every unbirthday party you crash into are invited to. Riddle says it looks familiar, you just smile and try to look clueless, Trey covers his laugh on the background. Che'nya tells you if you like his clothes so much he can sew some for you as well, just paw-lease give back his favorite striped shirt. you say you'll think about it. (you don't ♡). then, your mushroom shirt mysteriously disappears. Che'nya looks a lot like the cat that got the cream.

"what are you smiling smugly about?"

"there's always something to smile about, don't you think so?"

you squint your eyes at him. his smile widens mischievously. "you've got my shirt don't you." it's not a question.

"I have no idea what you're talking about~" oh he so does. 

that's how the clothes war started. honestly, at this point you're not even sure which ones were his and which were yours.

("you do, mine are so different!"

"hmm, nope, no idea.")

well, more clothes for you!! you use his purple doc martens once with the most mismatched socks in history. Riddle looks at you like you've commited some crime (you did, against fashion itself. maybe there is a rule against this? surely?). Che'nya threatens to tell Trey to put a sweets ban on you. you give his boots back. (the socks stay with you though.)

[ABOUT: Sappy cat]

you'll always find yourself smiling by his side, he's up to some shenanigan of some sort all the time or has a funny story to tell. look, you'll have to endure the constant cat puns and sometimes even dad jokes here and there, but he makes you laugh so much you could be called a cheshire cat yourself.

("I love you the meowest!"

"there you go."

"I'll love you fur-ever!" you hold your smile, but he can tell you're amused anyway

"that was claw-ful." he smiles wide, so wide you actually wonder just how wide can his mouth open. "I can't believe I just said this, look what you're doing to me."

"no, no, it was paw-some!" that's what you've signed yourself to, fur-end.)

there's never a lack of entertainment around! if you start to get bored, don't worry, he knows just the thing <3

"let's cause some trouble together!"

"you're impossible, you know."

"not impossible, merely unpossible."

"whatever you say. anyway, who are we going to perturb today?"

"there are these freshmen in Heartslabyul..."

"I'm in."

"Of course mew are!"

look, if you don't really like physical affection, he'll respect that as best as he can, but he can get a bit needy.

"purr-lease spare some headpats for a poor kitty in need."

"alright, sure." his ears perk up, it's pretty cute even. you let him wait a few seconds more before looking both ways and then to him again "where's this poor kitty anyway?"

he WILL whine about it how COULD YOU do this to him WHY are you so mean to your boyfriend. just give him the headpats after you've got your laugh and he'll stop complaining.

now, if you are affectionate like him, then expect him to take full advantage of that. hugs everytime you see each other, holding hands if you're walking together, drapping his arm across your shoulders, playing footsie under the table, throwing himself on your lap and demaning for head scratches, wraping his tail around your wrist, propping his chin on your head, nicking on your neck playfully, kissing your cheeks, cuddles and snuggles, holding your waist and nuzzling his head on your shoulder. if you scratch under his chin or behind his ears or brush his tail he will purr SO loud and have the sappiest smile, no shame at all. give him a little kiss for good measure.

he can be cute when he wants to! asking Trey to bake your favorite sweets, giving you flowers that reminded him of you, singing silly tunes, sewing some patch that represents you or leaving little notes around your room (that are mostly confusing, but endearing nonetheless). although if he's in the mood to tease you (which is most of the time. like, at least 86% of it), good luck. hope you don't get flustered or scared easily, because he will use his Unique Magic to mess with you. (lovingly, of course! he never means to actually upset you!) 

feeling lonely? BAM there's a floating head to keep you company! hey why are you screaming? no worries, it's just your menace of a boyfriend <3

he'll tickle you and give you little kisses all over while invisible. try to guess where he is~ if you get it right, he might even have a prize for you!

"is it a hundred thaumarks?"

"maybe yes, maybe no, who knows~"

"you literally know."

"know? know what? there are some things I do and some things I don't."

"I'll pull on your tail if you keep it up."

"you'll have to find it first, though." he laughs. you flawlessly catch his tail. he was rubbing it softly against your side, after all, and you know him well enough by now to have a good idea of where it would be.

"well, where's my prize?" he appears fully before you and gives you a kiss on the nose, disappearing again. "ah? where's my hundred thaumarks?" you pull lightly on his tail, relishing on the whiny protest sound he lets out.

"I'm just kitting" he appears before you again, a pout on his lips.

you just stare at him, unimpressed. "well?"

"here is the true prize!" he presses a light kiss against your lips, ready to pull away again before your hands cup his cheeks and keep him in place, foreheads touching.

"hm, I'll have to enjoy it to the fullest, yes? that's only fair."

"how purr-suasive. I'll indulge you then." your lips meet again, and again, and again. seems like the prize was worth it after all~

[ABOUT: Cat fight]

whenever Che'nya visits NRC, Grim will be FIGHTING for your attention (not literally, at least not after he put one of the walls of ramshackle on fire and you didn't buy him any tuna for a whole week. he's learnt his lesson this time).

"you gotta choose who is your favorite, henchman! Me, the greatest mage Grim, or that annoying cat!"

"Grim, you know I love both of you a lot, yes?"

"but you love me more, right?"

you just sigh and shake your head, no point in trying to argue with him. Che'nya laughs from where his head is smushed against your stomach, finding the situation rather amusing as Grim tries to brag about his 'victory' and you play with his hair.

this one-sided animosity begun when you and Che'nya started dating and he went to spend a day at your dorm. he just happened to pick Grim's favorite spot on the sofa and, on top of that, you didn't give Grim any attention or defend his spot! and it doesn't end there! you even let your boyfriend eat some of Grim's premium tuna! (Grim also ate it, since you made everyone tuna sandwiches, but this isn't the point.) and he had to endure his terrible awful horrible no good very bad cat puns!

on Che'nya's end, he finds the whole thing rather entertaining. sometimes he swishes his tail in front of Grim to watch your dormmate try to catch it, a concentrated look on his face. it's cute, so you let them be.

[ABOUT: If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends]

if you don't get along with his best friends- yes you do. you won't have a choice, you'll have to at least tolerate them with how often you'll be meeting each other. plus, Trey and Riddle mean a lot for Che'nya, so it makes him really happy to see his favorite people in the world getting along! Trey is glad Che'nya found someone that makes him so giddy and that doesn't mind his oddity.

("he always sends me a text whenever you do something he finds cute. he texts me everyday now."

"he better not be sending any photos."

"oh, don't worry, if anything you'll like it."

Trey procceds to show you the many silly selfies Che'nya sends him. Che'nya arrives in the middle of it but only shows himself when you are going to ask Trey to send them to you. "if you like my face so meow-ch, you should just tell me~")

Riddle is more low-key about it, but he always smiles at you when you crash his unbirthday parties and lets you and Grim stay until the end, so that means you're in his good books for bringing so much happiness to his friend.

("aw man, why does Riddle only lets you get away from taking extra slices of tart?"

"well, Ace, maybe he just didn't see it."

"he definetly did, he even nodded on your direction before turning his head to pretend he didn't."

"oh Deuce, you must have imagined it."

"who cares, what matters is that I get more tart to eat later!"

"so true Grim, so true.")

him and Cater are friends as well, since they met each other on their first year through their mutual friend, Trey. Cater takes photos of his looks because they are 'super magicamable' and slides his plate with sweets under the table for Che'nya to eat on unbirthday parties. (Trey spent a long time thinking Cater loved blueberry muffins since he always took a lot of these, and baked extras for him. Che'nya was not complaining). Cater always seems to know what's happening everywhere, even on RSA, before anyone else. how does he do that? of course, him and Che'nya like to trade gossip about their respective schools (you are added to their group chat eventually. you know the names of students you've never even seen before and most likely never will). if Cater posts a picture with the two of you, you're either:

a) going to flirt on the comments between you two.

("oh? who is this cute kitty on the photo?"

"hmm, I don't know, I was more interested in looking at the beauty by his side!"

"stop flirting on my posts you two please")

OR

b) going to flirt WITH cater. yes both of you. yes some people might have thought there was some cheating scandal between the three of you. Cater loved it since his picture got more traction this way, Che'nya loved it because the theories were really funny and you loved it because the things these two sent on your gossip group chat were wild.

("Cay-Cay, you're looking so handsome on this picture, I couldn't look at anything else~"

"thank you Che'nya, you look quite cute yourself~"

and

"Cay-Cay, when are we going out like this again? I had a loooot of fun with you ♡"

"me too prefect, we'll have to make new plans soon, for just the two of us ☆")

when it comes to your friends, Che'nya likes to tease and prank them a lot, but he is pretty chill overall. Deuce always get scared of his disappearing act and Ace laughs at him, right before jumping in surprise once Che'nya appears behind him, only your boyfriend's cheeky grin to show where he is. he likes watching Ace doing magic tricks with cards and Deuce calling him to a race. if there's one thing these three are absolutely chaotic at is palying games together, be it board games, card games or video games. Che'nya tries to make up rules on spot, Ace argues with him when it's bad for him but agrees if it's advantageous, Deuce is confused and getting low key gaslighted on basic rules. by the end of the game, your stomach is hurting from how much you laughed trying to play with them.

("wait, Deuce, since you played a four, you need to clap your hands three times or else you'll have to fish a card."

"but the last four Ace played you said he had an extra turn and could play again!"

"well, that's because it was a red four, and yours is yellow, so it's different."

"I don't remember these being Uno rules. what do you think, Ace?"

"he's right, now you better buy that card because it's my turn!")

[ABOUT: TL;DR]

in conclusion: he'll tease you a lot, he can be quite confusing, his fashion sense is rather odd, he's got some terrible jokes, he acts like a clingy cat most of the time and you are not safe from his pranks, even if you're dating him. but still, he finds you to be the cutest person in the world, no matter what you're doing, he can't never get bored around you! he's giving you plenty of affection every day, bringing you little gifts, messaging you things that he thought you'd like, showing you his favorite people and things and places! your smile is the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he'll make sure to keep seeing it every day by making you happy.

life is very interesting with a boyfriend like him, get ready for some excitement!

Masterlist

#che'nya x reader #che'nya #heartslabyul #wonderland wonder #i'm. completely normal about him. as you can see. #I love the braincell trio thats why I bully them #you are NOT immune to Che'nya and Cater are besties propaganda #this looks like a Hot Mess since it's my first time posting and I'm still. getting the hang of it #anyways #on this episode of: Bee never shuts up ever #this post was made for me and the like... idk other 3 che'nya stans in the fandom #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #chenya x reader

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Doodles dump! Digital edition >:3c

Bcs on the sketchbook I did references for my current comic and thus I won't spoil u yet :3

This time is a lot of Jade for sum reason :v

We starting with the new au i didn't explain: the fight club au

The premise is basically MK meets Streetfighter, meets twst, meets real world. With Epel trying to get around New York and attending the prestigious NRC school for mages. He uncovers a secret fight club and gets recruited by a misterious fighter in order to uncover a secret drug ring.

The magical girl au :D

This was more of silly doodle time, but there are a few hints of the au's plot :P

Lowkey I didn't know how Ace was gonna look like at first, but now I know EXACTLY why he turned out like this. Parkour I guess :'3

This is from the lettler exchange p5 x twst au :v

Noting how I confirmed that the velvet room attendees are siblings, I HAD to make a few shenaningans in between them :3

Lavenza and Floyd are the ones who get a new fusion method, thus Igor(the deemed parent), Had to instruct Floyd first so he could tell Lavenza as well. I really like how the uniforms turned out tbh.

And yes, this implies that all the attendees are mers. Lavenza, Theo and Elizabeth are eels, while Margret and Azul are octopuses. Might draw those one day :v

For context, it's this spuerhero au. :'3

Ace is the funny lil guy that has and absolute TRAINWRECK of a backstory. And Riddle as well, but I wanted to practice a bit on backs and side profiles, but I also wanted to add sum context ;3

TWO :D

I tried to get around model references, because GODDAMN some of those peeps look like sum bones are in the wrong place :v

also colored vgs, bcs I saw some using those and I do enjoy sum complementary color sumtimes :'3

And what better au than jjba au? The first one is ur hint at the main plot idea of this au, while the latter is a ref for Azul and his stand: Dark Side Of The Moon. I tried to also see how realistically his stand would resist against things, seeing how it is made out of bulletproof glass, also a lot of Drag inspo for his stand tbh. :'3

You know it, I know it, WE AIN'T ESCAPING THE MLB MILD AU<3

It's a sort of tease of what happens during the mlb specials, which all happen post the main 4 seasons ya'll read and saw me losing my shit abt. :'3

YES, THERE WAS A REASON I TEASED MALLEUS'S FAM DRAMA!

Think that NY and Shangai Specials happen at the same time, but each of the our main 2 heroes go through sum self discovery post all that chaos with Madame Moth. Riddle with accepting the flaws of himself and coming in terms with his new family dynamic, while Malleus comes in terms with the tesnsion and the chaos around himself and the fact that he cannot ignore changes he doesn't like anymore.

And the other miraculous au, this time the maleidiazu hard au version.

Since Jade got the butterfly miraculous, I thought that the twins would be ABSOLUTE MENACES to Azul.

For Jade's design, I saw those very pretty butterfly decorations photos and I fixated on Gabe's butterfly tending hat. I also wanted to allude to his eel form, so I imagined a long, sleek, trein, reminescent of a cocoon, that can flare up and reveal it's true shape of a half wing, the top vest part acting as the 2nd part of the wing. He looks pretty aloof, the kind of person you'd assume would be nice, but the veil is like your warning sign, with the butterflies always sitting on the outside, all alert. I really liked how he turned out and probably is one of my favorite designs in this au tbh.

And again, Jade for the last one: the Jjk mild au. damn, I can't find the post

I knew right off the batch that I wanted this mf to get some inspo from Nobara's uniform, just because I think Floyd-pre curse era would have a more yuji insp uniform and since in cannon jjk these 2 were like besties and up to shenaningans at first, I thought it would be a fun and subtle reference. :3

The reason that yellow overall is shown, is bcs underneath the jacket, Jade has a top of a similar shape, mostly to accomodate his brother.

It's fun to think that Jade's so reserved and acts humble, but in here there's literally the truth. He's thrown in this world with 0 knowledge, trying to gather up the disaster that was left behind his brother and just fix things that he isn't responsible for in the first place, all for his own selfish reasons. It's fun :D

and that would be all for now :3

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst jade #a lot of jade in this one tbh #Treyjade for the jojo au too #miraculous mild au #jjk mild au #p5 x twst au #I ain't tagging the rest #too lazy ;'3

[morning-softness]

“Have you heard about the new restaurant that opened up a few streets over?” Tim asks. He leans back against the desk beside Jon’s–grateful that Clara’s already left for the day–and crosses one leg over the other, aiming for a suave and casual pose even though he’s sweating with nerves. “The Thai place? Nico says it’s really good, would make a nice place for a dinner date.”

Jon hums in response, barely glancing up from his laptop screen. “No, I can’t say I was aware of it.”

“I was thinking we could have dinner together there. Assuming that’s something you’re interested in, of course. What do you say? Would you like to go out with me?” Tim asks.

Jon looks up in surprise. “What, right now?”

[Image Description: A picture of Jonathan Sims and Tim Stoker from The Magnus Archives. Tim is leaning casually against a desk, holding a stainless steel water bottle, and grinning broadly at Jon who is sitting at an adjacent desk. Jon is turning to look at Tim, one arm still braced on his desk, and smiling back. Jon is depicted as a smaller fat man with medium brown skin and short, greying dark hair. He has gold-framed glasses, ears pierced with silver studs, and a black Ace ring on the middle finger of his right hand. Jon is wearing a white button-down shirt, a blue waistcoat with silver buttons, and trousers and a tie in a rusty-brown color. A blazer in the same rusty-brown color is draped over the back of his chair. Tim is depicted as a larger fat and muscular man with tan skin, curly greying brown hair in an undercut, a short beard, and visible body hair. He has gauged ears with black gauges, black-painted nails, and wears a fidget bracelet made of metal links around his left wrist. Tim is wearing a pair of brown trousers and a red polo shirt with the collar unbuttoned to display part of his chest. End ID.]

From Chapter 1 of “Why Don’t We Just Wait Together? (Or 5 Times Jon and Tim Didn’t Have a First Date, and One Time They Did),” my new Research-Era JonTim fic.

You can read the fic here!

I’ll be releasing a new chapter each week, followed by art, from now through Valentine’s Day.

#anna does art #morning_softness writes #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #tim stoker #jontim #tma fanart #tma fanfic #tma precanon

[tendossidepiece]

there's only one thing i love as much as shopping

toji fushiguro x black coded fem!reader MDNI | 18+ 2.8k words CW: public sex, fingering, dom!toji x sub!reader, cursing, spanking, size kink, creampie, toji is hung like a racehorse, mirror sex, choking, dirty talk, degradation, light choking, praise

author's note: i stg y'all better understand this is fiction and if I catch anyone doing this in a bathing suit they haven't purchased in a store it's gon be hell to pay. other than that, ENJOY LOVELIES

There aren’t many things in this world you find genuine happiness in; However, one of your main sources of joy comes from the brick wall of a man that is Toji Fushiguro. Standing tall and menacingly, staring down anyone who even thinks of laying a finger on you. His cold glare sends chills up the spines of anyone it meets, but you remain coiled around his bicep for dear life. You two fit into each other nicely, really ringing true to the saying “opposites attract”. While his aesthetic centered around striking fear into the hearts of those he comes across, you were his little bubble of sunshine. Your wardrobe consisted of bright and earth tone colors, frilly skirts, cutesy dresses, and a plethora of jewelry. His closet, on the other hand, was like looking into a sea of darkness; Nothing but black and the occasional navy blue or grey, and god forbid he accessorize. He truly didn’t start experimenting with colors and different styles in his clothing till he met you. He had come a long way since you had met him, that morning you had finally convinced him into ditching his old leather wallet which he, unfortunately, kept in his back pocket at all times, attached to a biker chain. Which is why the two of you were out now, he needed a new wallet and you’d never pass up a shopping trip with him. 

“We’re not shopping. I need a new wallet, we find one, we’re out. Got it?” he didn’t turn to look at you as he spoke, keeping his eyes ahead. He didn’t necessarily enjoy shopping for clothes, and he knew how you got when it came down to spending money on them, so he put down some ground rules before either of you stepped foot in a shop.

“Toji, I don’t know who you think I am but I know how to just look and not spend money” you rolled your eyes, glaring up at him and hoping he caught your passive-aggressive tone.

“You’re a liar. And an addict. I don’t even want you looking at anything besides wallets” he remained stern, “actually, I want you to stay by my side the whole time we're in the store.” 

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, you know that?” you huffed, not in the mood to argue with him. He chuckled to himself, knowing you’d accept your fate and follow his rules.

“All I know is if you wander off, that little credit card bill isn’t the only thing you’re gonna be worried about, understood?” he spoke softly this time, finally looking down to meet your gaze. His eyes filled with mischief as a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips, making that scar look more enticing than ever before.

“Don’t hurt yourself old man, trying to keep up with me might get you hurt” you sauntered off ahead of him, swaying your hips as you walked off. You knew what he was doing, tempting you with your two favorite things: sex with him and shopping, and there was no way in hell you were going to let him get the best of you. If anything, you’d try your hardest to break him first.

As you both walked into the storefront, the chilled air from the AC caused your skin to erupt in goosebumps, making you shiver. Toji lingered close behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders, and guiding you towards the men’s clothing department. Unbeknownst to you, to get to that part of the store, the two of you would have to walk through the shoe department and the strategically placed new women’s summer line.

“I’ll meet you over there, Toji. I gotta use the bathroom” you turned your neck to look up at him, gracefully placing a hand over his that still rested on your shoulder. He pointed his glare at you suspiciously, debating on whether or not you were just trying to go shop without his knowledge.

“Ironically enough, we just so happen to be by the women’s clothes” he pointed his glare at you, quickly losing the little bit of faith he had in you.

“I actually have to pee, hall monitor headass” you reassured him, grumbling the last part to yourself.

“Watch it. You’re still on thin ice till you get back” he pointed one of his fat fingers in your face and you swatted at it.

“I’ll bite that thing off, let me go pee” you were growing tired of his harassment while he let out an amused laugh.

 He walked off in the direction of his destination, and you watched as he disappeared from your line of sight. In all honesty, you did have to pee but the new bathing suits displayed on the mannequins definitely piqued your interest. 

“I’m a grown woman, I can do whatever the hell I want” you spoke under your breath, huffing. Taking a glance at the price tag on your way to the bathroom wouldn’t be the end of the world. If anything, you deserved it for putting up with Toji’s pain in the ass.

“45% off? So that’s…$22.50” you mumbled to yourself, the price tag to a bright red bikini top sat between your fingers as you contemplated finding your size. When you thought this decision couldn’t get any harder, the devil himself appeared to you in the form of a sales associate. She was an older woman, maybe in her 50’s with darker hair and features, dawning a name tag that read, Daisy.

“Hi ma’am, I see you’re checking out our swimsuit collection. I just wanted to let you know there’s an additional 20% off if you use this coupon” she smiled at you kindly, handing you a small piece of cardstock with the details of the promotion printed on the front. You couldn’t help but mentally want to jump the lady for simply doing her job, and yourself for crumbling under the pressures of consumerism. Maybe Toji was onto something when he called you an addict.

“Thank you. Yeah, if I wasn’t considering buying this set before, I certainly am now” you chuckled, plucking your size bikini top and bottom from the rack. The woman giggled at your joke, asking if you needed any more assistance. You politely declined and headed in the direction of the dressing room, your bladder would have to wait this one out. Finding an empty room, you closed the door behind you and began undressing.

“Oh yeah, y’all can take all my money” you grinned at your reflection in the full-length mirror in front of you. The red looked ethereal on your sun-kissed complexion, the small diamonds adding a level of elegance that made the set look way more expensive than you’d end up paying. Toji would love this, you thought to yourself, deciding to snap a mirror selfie to show him later once he’d forgotten about the whole ‘no shopping’ ordeal. Just as you got the picture, the doorknob on the door jiggled slightly, catching your attention.

“Occupied!” you shouted as the door swung open, revealing the Goliath himself standing in the doorway. He quickly stepped inside the room with you, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Good God, do you know how to knock?!” your startled expression melted into that of aggravation.

“What did I tell you before we walked into this store?” Toji spoke softly as he stepped closer to you. That’s when it finally hit you, you were standing in front of him almost naked…in a public dressing room.

“Baby, I know but look how pretty” you stood up straight, turning around so he could see just how little your ass was covered by the thong bikini bottoms. His eyes raked over your curves, the valleys of your breasts, and the plush of your thighs. He let his gaze linger on the areas that were exposed for a moment, taking in as much as he could before bringing himself back to reality.

“Very beautiful as always, but please don't try and change the subject, darling” he took another step forward, now a mere few centimeters away from you. Your mind went rampant thinking of what his ‘punishment’ would entail.

“I know, I know but it was the saleslady’s fault” you dug deep for that excuse, knowing it would do shit to get you out of your predicament. And maybe you didn’t want to get out of this close-quarters situation.

“You’re a big girl, you can’t blame anyone else for you trying on this very sexy number” he gestured to the bathing suit, letting his hand fall to your waist and pull you into him.

“Okay, maybe I have a small problem” you breathed out, physically flushed from the closeness.

“Glad you finally realized, but you’re about to have an even bigger problem” he growled, smacking your ass as he watched the recoil in the mirror behind you.

“Toji!” you half moaned, half yelled, taken aback by his sudden aggression. He was quick to shut you up, grabbing your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, making your lips pucker.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet for me. Don’t wanna get caught, now do we?” his raspy voice made your knees want to buckle. Instead of verbally replying, you settled for a simple nod, looking up at him through thick lashes.

“Good girl.” he gave your ass one more slap before spinning you around to come face to face with the mirror once again. Seeing yourself standing in front of Toji, it finally clicked how big he truly was. His broad chest and shoulders expanded much further than yours, the muscles on his exposed arms looked like they were larger than your head. Then there was the fact that he towered over you, his height was truly something to behold. You hadn’t realized you zoned out admiring Toji’s reflection, but his fingers dipping into the waistband of your bikini bottoms brought you back to Earth. His fingers run along your folds, collecting wetness to bring back up to your clit. The sudden actions caught you off guard, a breathy moan escaping your parted lips.

“You’re already a mess and I’ve barely touched you yet” he chuckled more so to himself as you threw your head back into his chest when he began rubbing tight circles on the area. The quicker he worked his fingers, the tighter the cord in your stomach grew, pushing you closer to your release. Toji watched your face contort in pleasure through the mirror, wishing those plump lips of yours were wrapped around his leaking tip right now.

“Right there, please” you gasped, feeling that cord about to snap. His unoccupied hand snaked around the front of your body, pulling the skimpy top to the side to free your breasts, and took one of your nipples in between his fingers to pinch and roll. The collective stimulation pushed you to the edge of your release, and just as you felt yourself falling over that edge, he stopped.

“You’re an evil man” you shakily breathed out, clearly disappointed that he ruined your orgasm.

“Did you forget this was supposed to be a punishment?” he leaned down, his deep voice rasping low in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. In the same breath, he slid the red bottoms off your lower half and gently knocked your legs apart so he could slot himself comfortably behind you. The sudden change of position threw you off balance, making you bend at the waist, using the mirror to support yourself. He played with the fat of your ass while freeing his length from the constriction of his jeans, holding the bottom of his shirt between his teeth to get a better view. The impressive length of his dick rested on your ass and he contemplated pulling his phone out to capture the wondrous sight. You and Toji had sex quite regularly, so one would assume you’d be used to his size by now but that was so far from the truth; He was too big to truly ever get adjusted to, but you enjoyed every inch nonetheless. Lining himself up with your dripping entrance, he dragged the tip of his dick along your slick lips, mixing his pre cum with your wetness. You shivered at the feeling as your mouth fell agape when he finally started to push in.

“Ah, fuck baby you’re gonna have to relax for me” he groaned out, spreading your ass to get a better view of how tightly your pussy wrapped around him.

“I’m trying” you whined, pouting at him through the mirror. The way he stretched you out hurt so good it was hard to focus on anything else, but when he reached around to thumb at your clit again, your tight muscle began relaxing for him with no problem.

“There you go, all for me” he spoke soft but his words were on an expressway to your core making your walls clench around him with a vice grip. 

Once he felt his tip reach your soft spot, it was game on from there. His hands gripped at the flesh of your ass to steady himself and he began relentlessly pounding into you. The sound of your ass smacking against his pelvis echoed through the small room as you tucked your head under your arms that leaned against the mirror for more stability…and to muffle the obscene noises leaving your mouth.

“Keep your eyes on me, no looking down” Toji grabbed you by your throat, pulling you flush against his chest. Half of the bathing suit you’d been trying on laid discarded on the floor while the top hung loosely around your neck, leaving both of your tits exposed. With every thrust, they’d jump and jiggle, putting on the most magnificent show for the man behind you. His thick hand remained on your throat, applying pressure every time you shut your eyes to remind you he wanted you looking at him in the mirror. This was when he realized the more pressure he applied to your throat, the more you clenched around him.

“Is having me choke you doing it for you, slut?” he nipped at your ear, his voice fueling that fire in your stomach. He knew what he was doing, and god forbid he’d stop, you’d cry if he stopped before you came again. 

“Yes yes yes,” you managed to grunt out, “Toji, don’t stop.” you were begging him at this point. Pride and ego aside, you just wanted him to fill you to the brim. Neither of you paid any attention to the lewd noises coming from your small stall, not a care in the world about whether or not you’d get caught.

“Don’t you think you should be a little more polite, y/n?” his breath was hot on your neck, making it hard for you to think straight as he continued to pound into you. He was being a dick because he knew you’d go to great lengths to finally cum. Sweat was now visible on both of your faces; So much so that some of your curls began sticking to your forehead. 

“Please Toji, wanna cum for you” you mewled, grinding back on him. Just as much as you were wrapped around his finger, he was wrapped around yours and he’d do just about anything once you batted those pretty lashes.

“Fuck yeah, gonna fill you up real nice” his voice grew raspier, a moan caught in his throat as you clenched around him for the umpteenth time. His pace quickened and you could tell he was about to cum, just as your release began to build up. 

“Won’t waste a drop, I want it all” and that’s when he snapped, bending you back over to allow you to throw your ass back on him. The noises that left his mouth were heaven to your ears, and the sight of you riding him while standing was doing something to his head.

The two of you successfully reached your climaxes in tandem, stings of obscenities leaving both you and Toji. The feeling of him pumping thick, hot ropes of cum into your worn-out pussy was overstimulating and made your knees buckle under you. Before you could hit the ground, he caught you, wrapping an arm around your torso and sitting you on the only chair the dressing room offered.

“You’re insane” you panted out, slipping your clothes back on from your seat and trying your best to fix your situation of curls. You watched as Toji readjusted himself in his jeans and straightened out his shirt, smirking to himself.

“I’m insane?? I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen to me. You brought this upon yourself” he dared to laugh as if he wouldn’t have to carry you out of the store.

“Someone had to have heard, I hope we don’t get banned. I like it here.” you placed your head in your hands petulantly, the feeling of guilt rising in your chest.

“On the bright side, you kind of have to buy that swimsuit now” he gestured to the bottoms soiled with your slick laying on the ground and the top that you now held in your hands. You swatted at Toji’s arms as you both prepared yourselves to face whatever sales associated you’d encounter once you left the confines of the dressing room.

#toji x black reader #toji x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen toji

[sunfish-studies]

Greed

✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

Previous:  ‹ Acceptance › | Next:  ‹ Moonrise ›

↷ SUMMARY ↶

Hinata’s overwhelming greed to grow–will it be a blessing or a curse for the team?

As the temperature rise, so was the tension–at first you didn’t really acknowledge the heaviness present in the air, but now it was suffocating. Your team certainly had it around them at first, however it now increased tenfold after Hinata bumped to Asahi for the ball. The prickling in the air almost felt as if it was scratching your skin.

“I wasn’t imagining the tension between Hinata and Kageyama-kun, right?” Yachi asked uncertain, but Shimizu nodded in agreement.

“Yeah. But it’s not just Hinata and Kageyama. Ever since Hinata and Azumane bumped into each other, they’re all on the edge.”

“That, and Hinata-kun just blurted out what everyone’s thinking right now,” you added, making the two turned to face you. “Hinata-kun wants to rapidly change, if everyone couldn’t keep up or made their presence clear in front of him…”

They’ll be eaten by that overwhelming greed the orange-haired boy has.

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When the penalty was over, you quickly distributed the water bottles and towels with Yachi while Shimizu handled the notes. The absence of Hinata, Kageyama, and Sugawara were clear because as soon as they finished their penalty, the third year asked them to have a private chat outside the gym.

“Azumane-san, you felt that, right?” you asked the older boy, handing his water bottle. “The feeling of being eaten up.”

“Yeah,” Somehow, Asahi didn’t really surprise hearing those words from you. For him, you’re rather different–maybe it’s because you’re quite knowledgeable about volleyball and a quite observant person.

“I think you should try putting him in his place,” hearing those rather bold words from you made his eyes widened.

“P-putting him to place!? L-like scolding him? I don’t think I can.”

“N-no, just declared out loud that the ball is yours? From what I saw, Hinata-kun is trying to steal that ball away from you. You need to tell let him know that it’s not his.”

Asahi fell silent at first, thinking over and assessed what you just said. He found that you’re right–it’s ace’s job to get everyone in the team grounded. He gave you a smile and a nod. “Yeah, I’ll try. Thank you for the insight, [Name].”

“Oh, Hinata-kun, let me see your chin!” Asahi then watched you jogged towards the shorter orange-haired boy.

“Huh? Why?” he asked in confusion.

“You hit it when you’re doing the diving drills, right? At least let me check if it’s bruising or not.” You bent down to take a closer look, although still keeping a respectful distance from the boy so he wouldn’t be having a heart attack.

“A-alright, thank you!”

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Your team didn’t stay for too long–once the last practice of the day was done, all of you were already packing to return to Miyagi. This practice camp was short, but you heard Coach Ukai mentioned that it would be even longer the moment summer vacation started–at that time, you will be staying around for a week.

Huffing, you lifted up a big luggage with the team’s necessities and began walking towards the bus in the parking lot. Ennoshita mentioned that if anything’s too heavy, you should ask for someone in the team’s help–however you were reluctant, especially after knowing all of them were certainly tired from practice match and diving penalties.

“Here, let me help you,” suddenly, the weight was removed from you. You were greeted with Akaashi’s figure with the bag in hand, you almost felt jealous on how he could carry it with ease.

“Thank you, Akaashi-san,”

After that you didn’t exchange any word as you approached the bus, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable either.

“So, how is it being the manager?” his question threw you off guard, not expecting him to start a conversation.

Laughing nervously, you replied. “It felt like being thrown into a room full of color and being doused in ice bath.”

Once again, you didn’t expect him laughing slightly at your metaphor. You cursed the moment you laid your eyes on his figure because how can someone be so goddamn gorgeous from just laughing. Your heart skipped a bit and blood rushed to your face almost instantly.

“I could relate to that,” he hummed. “Especially having someone eccentric in the team, like Bokuto-san for example.”

“Hey, hey, hey, Otohaku-chan!!” As if being called, the mentioned boy jogged towards the two of you. Akaashi put the bag onto the ground after asking if it’s okay to do so. “Be sure to join the summer training camp so you can cheer on me, alright!?”

“That’s a wrong thing wrangled into one sentence.” Kuroo commented, accompanied by his infamous smirk. “And why would you drag other team’s manager when you already have two?”

“Please don’t request anything weird to Otohaku-san.” Akaashi deadpanned.

“What?? Why!? The only one here’s nice enough to compliment me is Otohaku-chan!!”

“You pushed her into doing so, Bokuto-san. Otohaku-san, if he’s bothering you feel free to ignore him.”

“AKAASHI!!”

“Well, Bokuto do have something correct, though,” Kuroo folded his arm across his chest. “Be sure to join the summer training camp. The more, the merrier, you know?”

“I will,” you smiled. You had no reason not to join–a manager’s duty is to help the team grow by letting their mind off doing mundane things, so you would do your best to support your team.

Kuroo’s hand reached out, finding itself on your head again and ruffling lightly. “Then we’ll be waiting.”

“[Name]-san is already good friends with Fukurodani and Nekoma’s captain,” Ennoshita, who watched the interaction from the sidelines, commented. Sugawara and Sawamura nodded in agreement, smiling proudly. You were known for being rather reserved, but seeing you began to have more friends were a huge development.

“It’s good she begins to open up and make friends, but,” Ennoshite flinched from the murderous atmosphere surrounding Sugawara. “I hope they could limit the physical contact with our dearest manager, though.”

“Right? They’re too close to my liking.” Sawamura added, smiling but with menacing intent.

“Whoaa!! You’re so tall!” as if the world was trying to spite the two, Lev joined into the picture–his hand found yours and immediately had them in his grip. “And pretty!”

Ennoshita had to refrain Sugawara and Sawamura from murdering the oblivious first year.

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It was quite late at night the moment all of you were back at the school. Assuming it was late, you didn’t have any reason to stay longer and need to go home as soon as possible. However, noticing how the gym was lit, both you and Yachi decided to check it out–finding Kageyama and Hinata were in there with net fully set along with volley cart.

“Huh? You two aren’t going home yet?” Yachi asked.

“It’s quite late. You should get some rest instead.” You added, knowing how harsh the practice match and penalties combined together.

“Yachi-san, [Name]-san, if you don’t mind, could you throw us some balls?” instead of answering, Hinata requested some help.

“Huh? I can do that?” Yachi yelped.

“You just have to throw the ball above Kageyama’s head.” Hinata pointed out.

“S-sure, I’ll give it a try.”

“If you’re tired, switch with me, Hitoka-chan.” You said and she nodded.

Yachi throw ball after ball for Kageyama to toss while Hinata tried to hit it–and he failed. The ball didn’t sync at all with him, his movement didn’t fully pull out because he’s too focused on the ball. It’s not just second or third, with every ball being tossed, not once did Hinata successfully spike it.

“One more time!” Hinata called out, however there’s no ball this time because they already used it all.

“Instead of practicing an attack we’re not sure you’ll ever be able to do, you should be working on the attacks we’ve been using as well as serving and blocking!” Kageyama spat.

“But if this quick doesn’t work, there’s no point in me being on the court!”

“And I told you, your will isn’t needed for that quick! I’ll give you tosses that won’t be stopped by blocks!”

“But then I’ll never get better!” Hinata argued.

This is bad, you internally said. It’s not the usual bickering the two always do.

“The prelims for the spring tournament start next month! They’re right around the corner, what do you think will be an effective weapon for us? A complete quick or an absolutely useless quick!? Huh!?” Kageyama yelled, his hand already clutching onto Hinata’s collar.

“N-no fighting, guys.” Yachi stuttered, trying her best to get situation under control. “Calm down, Kageyama-kun. You, too, Hinata…”

“I want to be strong enough to compete by myself!” Of course, the two wouldn’t give any spare second to your friend’s pleading. And Hinata’s words seemed to be the trigger that snapped the chord.

“Your selfishness is going to destroy the team’s balance!” shouting in anger, Kageyama threw the shorter boy to the ground–the sound that echoed throughout the gym made both you and Yachi winced.

“L-Let’s all be f-friends, o-okay!?” Yachi stuttered.

“Stop it you two,” you stated, making sure to said it out loud so it could be heard. “Fighting doesn’t solve anything.”

Your heart thumping against your chest, your ears were ringing from the adrenaline rushing in your bloodstream. If you or Yachi couldn’t do anything, thing would escalate to a bad degree–the worst would be fist fight. And that would result the two being suspended from club activities. Separating the two physically wouldn’t be a good thing either–as much as you want to, you’re a girl and it would be dangerous.

“I’ll toss to anyone who’s essential to winning.” Kageyama declared. “But I don’t think you’re essential to winning right now. And I don’t feel any different now.”

“Kageyama!!”

Hinata certainly didn’t accept those words–picking himself up, he threw himself to Kageyama and clutching on to him.

“Damn it, let go!”

“I won’t let go until you give me a toss!”

 The second time Kageyama threw Hinata to the ground full force, you knew you had to stop this somehow. Turning to look at Yachi, who’s standing behind you, you said, “Call someone, Hitoka-chan. We have to stop them!”

“B-but, what about you [Name]-chan-!?” she yelped, not wanting to leave you alone in a place where two boys were fighting.

“I’ll be fine, now go!” Yachi immediately bolted towards the exit to search for anyone who’s near–now that left you with the two. “Stop it, Kageyama, Hinata!”

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

“That quick was stopped!! Today and during Seijoh’s match!”

“Are you trying to say that my toss was a fault!?”

“Enough!” You tried to pry Hinata away from Kageyama, holding onto his arm and pulled it. And it didn’t end up good for you. Maybe he was too blinded by anger or desperation or your existence currently didn’t exist in his mind, he shoved arm to shook you off.

His elbow hit you right in the stomach, which made you winced in pain and the sheer power you never thought he had thrown to the ground. If it’s only the ground then you wouldn’t have any difficulties, but you forgot there’s a volleyball cart near by and your back just happened to hit that first before the ground.

There will be bruises without a doubt.

Their yelling flew past your mind because the pain from your back and stomach already had your mind occupied. Soon, you heard another yelling and another set of footsteps. Yachi immediately ran and kneeled beside you.

“Y-you okay, [Name]-chan!? B-blood! You have blood on your arm!” she yelped, hands trembling.

At the mention of blood, you lifted your arm automatically–Yachi was right, there’s a long cut running from your elbow to your wrist. You didn’t even feel any pain from it, maybe it was being overshadowed by the pain from your back and stomach even though the cut was dripping blood.

It was a rough night for the four of you.

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“This will be enough,” you said, making Kageyama stopped on his track to look at you. “My house is just around the corner. Thank you for walking me home, Kageyama-kun.”

“Y-Yeah…” he replied in stutters.

You didn’t immediately turn your back to him and walked away–because he was shuffling on his feet while looking here and there, you knew he had something else to say. Kageyama isn’t the best in pouring his mind into words, that’s why after knowing that you tried your best to be patient and let him composed himself to talk.

“Is there something you need?” you coaxed, noticing he couldn’t get his thoughts straight.

“Uh,” Kageyama lifted his hand, finger picking on the band-aid you put upon his cut from where Tanaka punched him. “Y-your arm,”

“It’s fine,” showing him the long cut, he stiffened when he rested his eyes on it. “It stopped bleeding and I already cleaned it so it’s fine.”

Silence fell between the two of you for the second time.

“Sorry…” Kageyama finally said–you almost didn’t hear it from how soft he spoke.

“It’s fine Kageyama-kun, it’s my fault anyway. I should’ve waited for Tanaka-san instead of trying to stop you two on my own.” You sighed. “I’m worried about you two more, to be honest…”

The raven-haired boy outwardly grimaced at your statement.

“But, I know everything will fall into place soon,” you quickly added, trying to ease the guilt Kageyama was feeling. “Hinata will find a way to have mid-air battles, and you will look for a way to do something with your tosses. Then in the end, everything will connect and Karasuno will have a new weapon.”

“…Yeah,”

Seeing Kageyama’s shoulders shook slightly, you understood this also took a toll on him somehow. Stepping forward until you’re one foot away from him, you reached your hand out to gently hold on to his. You didn’t really know how to comfort the opposite gender, usually you would just pull Yachi into a hug when she’s not having the best feeling. Kageyama replied to your gesture by tightening his grip on your hand.

Not caring for the time, you choose to stay with Kageyama until he let go.

#haikyuu!! #haikyu #haikyu x reader #haikyu manager #haikyuu manager #Karasuno #karasuno x reader #karasuno x manager #yachi x reader #yachi hitoka x reader #shimizu x reader #shimizu kiyoko x reader #kiyoko x reader #asahi x reader #azumane x reader #hinata x reader #hinata shouyo x reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #akaashi x reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #lev x reader #sawamura x reader #sugawara x reader

[neesieiumz]

No one else F. Vermillion

Summary: You and your love struggled through a lot, haven't you?

A/N: God this is so late! This is for a collab with the ever so lovely, @vs-redemption. It was for her 1k Captains collab and I got so busy with packing and moving in for college that this completely slipped my mind. So please, just enjoy this! I worked as much as I could!

Word count: 1.8k

The sun was out and about, the heat beating down against your body. Although the wind blew around you, there was no coolness to it, only throwing around hot air. You raised your hands in the air, taking in a deep breath as you crossed your right hand behind your left. Purple light surrounded your grimoire as the same color lightning sparked and surrounded you. Slowly you opened your eyes, eyes locked on the target before you. Cupping your hands together, the purple lighting surrounded you became attracted to the growing force within your hands, raging and buzzing around it.

“Lightning Magic: Glimmer Spada.”

Holding out the ball of concentrated lightning out, a bright purple beam blasted out of it. It took up the shape of a sword, and made a clean vertical cut clean through the target, through the trees, and even the rest of the forest. It left a thick black smoke behind, and the bark of the target and tree were charred. You let a breath of contentment, a smile curling up on your face. You released your hands, stretching them out as you went to the pile of things you brought. Behind down to pick up your towel, along with your bottle of water, you heard a rustle of leaves near you. Eye perked up, your body was alert as a body pushed itself through the leaves and the trees.

Wild, red hair, and a long red cape to match. You relax as Meroleona found herself in your little training area. You placed your water down as she eyed her, her familiar wild smirk landing on you.

“Lady L/n, I’ve been looking for you!” Her haughty gruff voice rang out through the forest.

You smiled, wiping your face with the towel, “Mero, how long has it been?”

The last time you saw Mero was when she took the Crimson Lions to Ultime-Volcano Mountain Trail. You didn’t go, unfortunately, wanting to stay back with your fiance during his coma. So, it was nice seeing your future-in-law after so long. You knew she came back when Fuegoleon woke up and the two of them went back to Ultime but you were busy training your younger cousins. Despite the sweat dripping down your body, she came up towards you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you close.

“It’s been too long, how about we catch up? What say we spar?”

You froze mid-sip, your eyes slowly moving to look at the smiling woman beside you. Despite all your training, you knew that you didn’t hold a candle to her power and abilities. She was a different breed. Knowing this, she just snickered and began to guide you out of the forest.

“Nevermind, let’s do lunch.”

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After you took a shower, you changed into an all-red outfit, the color similar to the Crimson of the Vermillion Family. You wore a cropped coaster top with thick straps, a matching blazer, and dress pants. You wore dark boots before moving your ring from its chain to your finger. You pulled your hair from a messy bun to a low ponytail.

You followed behind the older woman into the private restaurant, leading up to the hostess who immediately greeted the two o you.

“Lady Vermillion, Lady L/n! Oh es, your table is this way!”

Mereoleona said nothing while you thanked her as she took your menus to a booth. She placed them down and immediately left the two of you alone, closing the door behind her as she walked off. You sighed taking the scenery as you took a seat. The stone walls and wooden floors were rustic, reminding you of your grandmother’s old cabin back when you were younger. You smiled, taking a breath before grabbing the menu before you.

“So, how has my bone-headed brother been treating you?”

You glanced up at Mereo, eyes looking away from a meat special they were having. You smiled at the thought of Fuegoleon, the love of your life. Currently, he was doing another training expedition with some of the Crimson Lions. So you were by yourself in the Vermillion Residence for the most part, save when Mimosa would come to visit. Although you were still a member of the Crimson Lions, you mostly stayed behind for home defense just in case something happened. So it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Fuegoleon to be gone for hours or days at a time. Although he wasn’t home for a lot of the time, when he was, everything was such perfection.

“He’s treating me just fine, don’t worry Mereo.” You smiled down at your menu, before choosing one of the things on the menu.

“How’s the wedding planning?”

“We’ve been taking our tome, he’s been busy with everything that’s going on. Things with the Spade Kingdom and what-not.”

She hummed, before looking down at her menu. The waitress came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses, placing each of them down before you two. Mereroleona took the bottle, uncorking it with her bare hands before pouring the two of you a glass. You smiled, thanking her before taking yours and taking a sip. The smooth fruity taste of the win hit your tastebuds in the right way as you gave another smile towards Mereo.

“I see…”

From there, the two of you talked, about anything really. The new spell you were training, her own training, (which is basically all she does), and little quips about her brother/your fiance tat made you both giggle and snicker.

--

You sighed, leaning against the window, staring out at the group of Crimson Lions training in the field. Although your eyes stared at them, your mind was far away.

“Fuegoleon!”

Eye teared up, burning with pain, you rushed up to your finance. He was currently laying across the bed, blankets pulled over him. You let out a shaky breath as you slowly reached out to him, the only sign of him being alive was his shallow breathing. That’s when you glanced over to his right, before eyes widening at the lack of his right arm. You must have been rocking back and forth, because you felt a hand rest at the small of your back, staying you. Your hands crumpled at your dress as you pulled the skirt up, allowing you to sit comfortably by his side. Your hands raked through his red hair, still dirty from the fight he just partook in.

Lips trembling, you shuffled your body to lay next to him, “my Fuegoleon.”

“.../n…. Y/n… Y/n!”

You gasped, jumping up slightly as you heard your name. Turning around, you found Fuegoleon standing not too far from you, eyes shining with concern. Oh, he was back already? You must have not seen him return, despite your eyes staying near the entrance once you came back from lunch with Mereo. The light from his arm caught your eye once more, the makeshift arm moving up and down as your soon-to-be husband walked towards you. Using his regular arm, he reached out towards you, cupping your face.

“Dear, what’s wrong?”

You just shook your head, turning away from him. He, however, didn’t take that, grabbing you by the arm before turning your around once again.

“Speak to me, please?” You could hear a soft pleading in his voice.

You sighed in resignation, before opening your eyes to look at him. His arm went from your own to your waist, pulling you closer. You felt a sudden heat, a force softly grabbing at you by the chin, before making you look at him.

“I just, I guess I’m just… I’m just remembering, back when you were in a coma.”

His grip around both your waist and ace loosened, and the slight drop in pressure allowed for you to escape his hold. You turned back towards the window, leaning against the windowsill. You could hear Feugoleon sigh, before walking up behind you. His two arms came up and rested themselves upon your shoulders, pulling you back towards him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and bent down, resting his head on top of your shoulder.

“I knew that must have been so difficult for you.”

You chuckled, all though there was no humor behind it, “you were the one in the coma.”

“It still must have been difficult for you, seeing me passed out with no way to talk to me. No idea if I’d ever wake up.”

“What do you mean?”

The doctor sighed, staring at you and the rest of the family, “Captian Vermillion was gravely injured, with the loss of his arm. There’s no way to say if he’ll ever wake up.”

You could felt your ears pop, and then you were on the floor. Right before you could hit it, Leopold caught you, holland you up by the shoulders. The rest of your family only gasped, whispering amongst themselves about the recovery of the current head of the Vermillion family. You ignored them all, you couldn’t even hear Leo’s calls for you. Your head buzzed around, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t speak. Fuegoleon.. your fiance? The love of your life? He could... Never recover? You may never see him again?

“We’ll monitor him, but the more time he takes, the less of a recovery chance he has.”

You only sighed, snuggling into his hold even more.

“We dealt with it though, and look, you recovered well. You even got one of the four elemental spirits,” you mumbled.

“That doesn’t mean the journey wasn’t difficult.”

“Y/n, you have to eat something. You’ll lose your strength.”

You could only shake your head, the friction of the bed rubbing against your head. It had been a week and some days since the doctor told you about Fuegoleon’s condition, a whole three weeks since he had been in a coma. You hadn’t left his side, hadn’t changed your clothes or anything, keeping yourself right by his side. Hoping to be there when he wakes up.

“Y/n please, you know he wouldn’t like to hear you are not eating, not taking care of yourself.”

You shook your head again. If your love couldn’t eat, you wouldn’t either.

“But, you’re right, I did recover, and I gained power even more than I could imagine.”

You smiled at that, sighing at the small kiss and nips he left on your cheek and neck.

“And now look at us, preparing for both a war and a wedding. Who other than you, could ever become part of the Vermillion family?”

You couldn’t hold back the giggle that came out of your mouth, squealing as he scooped you up into his arms. He carried you out of the room, mumbling something about having a walk in the family gardens.

#fuegoleon vermillion #fuegoleon x reader #black clover x reader #black clover #black clover imagine #black clover x black reader

[pascalpanic]

Benny’s Girl (Prequel to Before The Next Teardrop Falls)

Inspo: Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield

Pairings: Benny Miller x f!Reader, later Frankie Morales x f!Reader (in Before The Next Teardrop Falls)

Summary: Benny’s new girlfriend is everything Catfish wants and more. Too bad it’s his best friend’s girl.

W/C: <4k

Warnings: language, sexual content, pining ohhh my word pining. 

A/N: HI FRIENDS <3 I absolutely loved Before The Next Teardrop Falls and I LOVE writing pining, especially with my Frankie baby, so I decided to make a prequel to it! This fic is based on Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield, which I absolutely ADORE. you can read this as a stand alone or you can read it as a prequel, I think either one works well!!

Sometimes, a spark seems to appear where one never existed. It’s common enough; it’s the reason most relationships fizzle out before they can become something explosive and fiery. One thinks that the dynamite is going to explode and take off in a bright shower of colors, when in reality the lighter never truly lit the wick.

That’s what happened between you and Benny Miller. You’d loved the guy, really, but not in the way you thought. You still do. It’s just that the both of you were lonely people seeking something more than your past had given you. The two of you were hopeless romantics. Maybe that’s what started the relationship.

You’d met in a way typical for the younger Miller brother. You’d been at a bar with some friends who were desperate to get you laid. The same could be said for Benny, who was there not with his brothers-in-arms but the man he’d defeated in the ring that night. Nick and Benny were good enough friends, close enough that losing to the other was rarely a sore spot. 

He’d spotted you across the bar, thought your laughing face was beautiful and your smile as you locked him was magnetic, drawing him to you before he could stop himself. Natural attraction. You introduced yourself. He told you his name was Benny. You asked why his hands were taped, he explained that he was a professional fighter, you’d made some snarky joke and you ended up talking for the rest of the night. One of your friends left with Nick. You and Benny stayed until the bartender shouted that it was the last call. You wrote your number on his taped palm and he saved it. 

You went on two bar dates before he decided he needed to introduce you to his best friends. They were like brothers to him, they knew everything about him and he knew them inside and out. You went to the same bar as you’d met at, and you met the men he’d served with in his Special Ops days.

Santiago, known as Pope for some godforsaken reason, was a charmer. He’d kissed your hand after shaking it, complimenting you and making small talk, finding connections and building on them. You’d laughed at the man’s joking advances, and flirted right back. Benny squirmed lightly, but you kissed his cheek and assured him you were just playing along.

William, Will, Ironhead, was Benny’s older brother. He’d given you a warm clap on the back and shook your hand, telling you that you were brave for putting up with the rascally guy. You had to admit, it was fitting. It was clear that they’re brothers: they had the same furrow to their brow, their blue eyes widened in reaction to anything, they had a similar habit of tipping their head back to laugh when something was especially funny. 

Frankie Morales, Catfish, was the last one you met and most definitely your favorite. He was quieter than the other guys, sat back while the other men made the noise. He was the punching bag, taking the brunt of the hyperbolized jokes- how Catfish hadn’t slept with a woman in 10 years, how he was the loud one of the group, how he was the one you had to look out for when he was drunk. You knew none of them could be true. He had a sweet smile and gave you a nod when you introduced yourself. He and Pope had some kind of banter between the two of them, albeit a banter you couldn’t understand as someone who didn’t speak Spanish. 

Throughout the night, you found yourself more drawn to Frankie. He had a beautiful laugh, would pull his ball cap down a little lower when someone made a joke about him. He was the one who’d expose a lie Benny or Santiago took. He nursed one beer while the other men got rowdy, and you’d done the same. It seemed that the two of you found kindred spirits in each other over the course of the night, while Benny and Will and Santi smacked each other around and took an obnoxious amount of trips to the bathroom.

When it was time to head out, you’d hugged each of the men goodbye. It was already clear that you fit in just like one of them, even if you didn’t have the past experience that bonded the men. You hugged Frankie last. He was the best hugger; he wasn’t ridiculously ripped like Benny, firm and awkward like Will, or flirtatious like Santiago. He was strong but soft. The man was definitely a hugger, you could tell, and it was comforting for the brief moment or two you were in his arms. 

Frankie put his cap on your head teasingly, covering your eyes, then stole it back and gave you a pat on the back. “Ben’s a wild one. Good luck with him,” he teased and walked off. You had to admit, his ass had a nice curve to it as he walked off to his beat-up truck. “Call me if he does anything stupid and I’ll beat his ass for you,” he called over his shoulder, prompting Benny to flip him off and put an arm around you. He simply laughed and got in his car.

-

Frankie became your favorite of the group. The two of you are the ones teasing each other exclusively and sitting quietly while the other men get crazy. Frankie tries sips of the cocktails you order, excitedly making grabby hands when the bartender sets it down. He always lets you steal some of the food he orders when you’re at the bar longer than normal. He shares your affinity for classic rock and when the bar blasts AC/DC, it’s Frankie who screams the lyrics to Thunderstruck with you while the others cover their ears. Santiago joins in sometimes too, but the country-loving Miller brothers never quite know all of the words like Catfish does. 

At some point in the few month relationship, you earn your nickname of Queenie. It’s from teasing Santiago, and the one who bestows the title upon you is Will, the most stoic of the group. It’s an honor, you tell them all, laughing. You call the shots, and everyone follows. Even though Benny is your lover, Frankie is your second-in-command.

When Frankie does allow himself to get drunk, he’s the most fun of the group. He’s extra lovey, telling the men how much he appreciates them. He tells stories the other men won’t about their Special Ops days, about the stupid things Will did when they were abroad. He’s shamelessly goofy and funny and falls all over the men. You even convince him to do karaoke with you once.

Benny is an overgrown class clown, but he won’t do karaoke, no matter how hard you begged him, called him baby and pressed soft kisses to his face. He wouldn’t budge. Tonight was a rare night that Frankie drank more than one round. “I’ll do it!” He shouts excitedly, eyes lighting up. “Ooh, c’mon, it’ll be fun. We’ll be so good at it.”

You, unfortunately, were not good at it, but you had the time of your life with Frankie. On that barely-raised platform, the two of you sang Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart, completely out of tune and out of sync. You were giggling the whole time, especially at Frankie’s falsetto on the little “woo-hoo”s. 

The two of you tumbled back to the table after, you giggling and falling into Benny’s arms. “Did you like it?” You cooed, sitting on his lap.

Benny laughed genuinely, pressing a kiss to your face. “Sure did. That was fantastic. Maybe you’ll have to sing just for me sometime, huh?” He teases.

Frankie sits alone on his barstool at the end and downs the rest of his beer. He flashes you a quick smile when your eyes meet his and he retires early for the night.

-

You and Benny had sex a couple of times. He was good at it, good enough. You enjoyed the way his lips moulded to yours, the way his thrusts were quick and fast and properly angled. From a technical standpoint, he should’ve been perfect. It was all you wanted, but there was no real connection behind it. The moans that trailed from your lips were small and soft, and the louder ones were never genuine. He always made you orgasm, at least, but it was slow and dull, the kind you’d wring from yourself with just two fingers.

The two of you had fun together. You went to the county fair, you got boisterous and drunk at bars, you did everything two twentysomethings are expected to do in a relationship. After every date, you had a small sad smile on your face as you got in your bed and distracted yourself with something on your phone. Something about it wasn’t right: you didn’t connect soulfully, in some mystical and spiritual way where one can read the other’s mind, in the way that movies and books and legendary romances felt some kind of supernatural force that pulled the strings and led them closer. It wasn’t what you needed, but it was what you wanted, and so you hung on a little longer.

Benny felt the same, but he was too afraid to disrupt the balance. He’d rather be mediocrely happy than alone again. He liked having a girl to squeeze water into his mouth and wipe his sweat after a fight, someone to slide his dick into while her lips met his skin. He didn’t want to lose that, even if he was slowly realizing that he just wanted a friendship with you.

You hung out with him and the other men more. You realized that he wasn’t your boyfriend around them, more of a sibling, teasing and nudging. There was no affection, no romance, just the playful aspect of him. That was fine, you told yourself, until you realized that it wasn’t, it couldn’t be.

-

By principle, Frankie is not and refuses to be a jealous man. That changed when you came into the picture. 

Something about you is absolutely magnetic to him, more than the way Benny was drawn to you across the bar. Sure, he’s been attracted to many girls, but he wants you. He yearns for you. He makes a joke at the table and it doesn’t make anyone but you laugh, but he doesn’t give a shit that Benny and Will and Santiago don’t find it funny, because he gets to watch the way your eyes glimmer and your mouth falls open and your chest heaves with the beautiful ring of your laughter.  

He loves that you hug goodbye, because he gets to pretend for a moment that you’re his and he is yours, that he can press his lips to your soft skin and call you his girl. But you’re Benny’s girl, and he’s okay to live like that. He’d rather have you as a friend than not have you at all. Even if he dreams about you at night, even if you live in his head on repeat, saying his name. Frankie, baby, I want you, I want you…

One night, in his sleep, the sound of those words echoed through his head. He’s never heard you say them, but his unconscious brain assembled them like a beautifully haunting jigsaw puzzle that made all of his blood run south. 

Dream-you is standing in the doorway to his bedroom, wearing just his t-shirt. Dream-you smirks, walks closer, climbs over Frankie and presses her lips to his and her tongue delves into his mouth. She lies down onto him and grinds her hips to his and laughs and laughs and he presses his face into the curve of her- your- neck, smelling your perfume and grinding his hips back against dream-you’s. “All I want is you, Frankie,” dream-you mumbles and bites his lower lip. He shivers and dream-you coos his name, lines herself over his aching member and just before she slides down, he wakes up to a dark and lonely bedroom with a half-hard dick. 

You and Benny joined the gang the next night out. He couldn’t meet your eyes. He listened as you fussed over Benny, heard you call him baby and steal his beer with a giggle. 

“What the fuck has gotten into you, Fish?” Santiago asked when you’re in the bathroom. 

Frankie shook his head. He pulled his cap lower and finished his beer, then poured another from the pitcher on the bar. “Slept like shit last night.”

-

You’ve decided that it needs to end, so you asked Benny to meet him at your favorite bar. He agreed, and wanted to invite the boys, until you asked that it be just the two of you. It hurts that he has a glimmer of hope that you’re about to end things. If you don’t, he will.

You walk in with an apologetic smile, sitting across from him. “Hey, how was your day?” You ask in a soft voice. You’re unconsciously trying to prepare yourself to let him down gently.

He shrugs a little. “Uneventful. Yours?”

“The same. Listen, Benny…” you start and trail off, looking away.

He takes one of your hands and looks at you, his eyes understanding. “Hey. I think I know what this is about.” He reads the sadness in your eyes like a book. “We need to be done. I get that. I agree.”

Your face finds a soft smile as you look back at him. “Really?” You ask.

“Yeah. I have something to ask.”

“Shoot.”

He takes your hand and presses it to his lips softly. “Will you no longer be my girlfriend and just go back to being my friend?” He asks. 

You nod excitedly, laughing. “Oh my god, yes, Benny. I’d love to no longer be your girlfriend.”

The both of you laugh at the irony in your words, and he sets your hand down. “Thank God.”

Later that night, Will, Frankie, and Santiago find their way to the bar. Of course they do. They come over to your booth, sliding in and pretending to love up on Benny. “Oh, are we interrupting a date?” Santiago asks with a fake pout.

You chuckle and look at Benny. He gives you a small smile and a nod. “Actually, no. No more dates between Benny and I. We’re over,” you say and breathe a sigh of relief.

Frankie’s blood runs cold. He must be dreaming for him to hear this. It’s only ever in those dreams that he hears the words he wants the most fall from your lips, words like these. Words that indicate you’re no longer Benny’s girl. “You two seemed so happy,” he murmurs in confusion.

Benny senses it all clicking. Frankie has liked you all along. He’s smarter than the gang gives him credit for. He can read his friends easily, and Frankie is the easiest of all of them to understand, with those big brown eyes that give everything away. It’s gotta be, he thinks. You probably don’t like him back, as anything more than a friend, but Frankie is in deep shit now for you. He nods, looking at Fish and shrugging. “We just didn’t work. We’re still gonna be friends though. She’s one of us, isn’t she?”

The men all cheer in agreement and it calms your frantically beating heart. The worst is over now. And goddamn, does Frankie look cuddly tonight in that flannel, you think to yourself. You slouch down against him two beers later and discover that yes, he’s as comfortable as he looks.

-

You’ve been single for a year now. Benny still texts with you daily, as do the other men. He sends you shitty Facebook memes that seem more like a dad would post. You realize that it’s for the best that you and Benny are over, with a chuckle. You can be much more honest.

It pains you to realize it, but you’re crushing hard on your ex’s best friend. Frankie Morales is everything you need and want and desire. His big arms wrap you in a hug every time the two of you say goodbye, and every time it feels like it lasts a millisecond longer. That neither of you want to let go.

Frankie feels the same, even though you don’t know it. He has that haunting dream once a week, the one where you kiss his neck and call him baby and it makes him yearn every night at 2:00 in the morning, staring at your Instagram page and thinking he should text you and see if you’re up. Not as a hookup, not anything like that. He just wants to talk to you.

You tease Frankie about his chronic insomnia. How he sends you random texts late at night. “Have you considered melatonin?” You ask.

“I have weird dreams. It’s not the falling asleep, it’s the waking up,” he admits, looking in the opposite direction of your face. 

Some days, Frankie thinks you feel the same. He notices the way your eyes linger on his face, the way you always sit next to him in a booth. The way your phone’s lockscreen is a photo of the two of you being stupid at some function. You’ve become best friends, Frankie has to admit, but sometimes he thinks there could be more. But then you say something offhanded and he has to throw the notion away. 

One night at the bar, when it’s just the men and you’re nowhere to be seen, Frankie takes Benny and guides him into the bathroom. His blonde brow furrows in confusion as he looks at Frankie. “Yeah, Fish?”

His hands rub together nervously and he looks down, before fidgeting with his cap and looking Benny in the eye. “You and Queenie… that’s all in the past, right? There’s nothing between the two of you?”

A smirk finds his face. “I knew it, Frank! I knew it from the night her and I broke up.”

He frowns. “Is that why?” He asks hurriedly. “Oh shit, I didn’t break the two of you up, did I? Jesus, Ben, I’m-”

“No, you dumb fuck,” he laughs and shakes his head. “I just saw the way you looked at her after it happened. Crazy in love. You totally are.

Frankie’s face turns red and he takes off his hat to adjust his hair. “Do you think she might like me too?” he asks, quietly. As if you could hear him somehow.

Benny nods, excitement in those bright blue eyes. “Hell yeah she does, Fish! You’re her fucking phone lockscreen. Girls don’t just do that.”

“I don’t know, man, we’re best friends. That might not mean shit.”

The blonde puts his hands on the brunette’s shoulders. “Listen to me, Frankie. I’ve known you’re into her for like a year now. I know she likes you too. It’s time, you gotta ask her out.”

“Really?” He asks, brown eyes widening. “I don’t think so. That could fuck everything up,” he says, the anxiety in his voice.

“Trust me,” Benny nods. “It won’t.” 

Frankie’s grinning ear to ear. “Alright. Tomorrow night, I’ll ask her to meet us here, but it’ll be just me. I’ll ask her out, how does that sound?”

“That sounds fuckin’ amazing, man!” Benny exclaims. “I’m happy for you. She’s a great girl and you’re a great guy.”

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” he asks, wringing his cap in his hands. 

He nods. “Go for it, Fish.”

- Frankie never gets the chance.

The next night you float into the bar, absolutely on cloud nine. You’re grinning ear to ear and it only widens when you see Frankie, rushing over and hopping on the stool. “Hey Fish,” you coo and kiss his cheek.

Frankie’s stunned. “Hey. How was your day?” He asks hesitantly, looking at how flustered and happy you look.

“So good,” you laugh. “I actually got asked out. Like, on a date. This really sweet guy, friend of a coworker. His name is Sam.”

Frankie’s sure you can hear the crack that echoes inside his ribcage. His heart splits in two and to hide a quivering lip, he raises his glass to his lips and takes a swig of his beer.

You continue to talk about him, noticing his silence. “How was yours?” You ask, frowning a little at how tense he is. You rest a hand on his upper arm.

Frankie does his best not to flinch from your touch. “Not great,” he chuckles and clears his throat. “I kinda fucked something up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you pout and stroke his arm softly. “Can I help you with it? Do you need to talk about it?”

He shakes his head quickly, standing from his stool. “No, just a personal thing. Hey, I’m gonna run and piss, the other guys will be here soon. Order something, it’s on me.”

Frankie’s gone into the bathroom before you can even process it. You frown a little but the smile returns as you order the drink and think about Sam.

Frankie locks himself in a stall and texts the other men.

D-SQUAD 🚁

Frankie: mission aborted. You guys need to come to the bar now so I don’t look like a chump.

Benny: what happened?

Frankie: a guy asked her out today. she’s taken now I guess

He stares at his phone and sends one last text.

Frankie: and don’t you dare mention it to her. make her tell you first.

He slides his phone in his pocket and leans against the wall of the bathroom stall, letting out a deep sigh. This is all shit. He’s a coward, and he should’ve done something sooner. 

He finally returns and sits next to you on a barstool. There’s a smile on his face that you’d notice was plastered if your mind wasn’t so wrapped up in your day. “So. Tell me about him. I’m happy for you, you know that?”

-

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[doyumacy]

𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 — 8

pairing: taeyong x doyoung x reader

warnings:「dotae x reader, polyamorous relationship, smut (unprotected sex, swimming pool sex, fingering, blowjob m. and f receiving, daddy kink?? ) alcohol consumption, language 」

word count: 「 4,5k 」

You don't tell Taeyong and Doyoung the incident in your office, and when you’re back home they can tell something is off with you. They don’t push since they know you wont talk and you appreciate they drop it.

As you lie between the two men, Doyoung rests a hand on your right thigh and squeezes it a little. You sigh. Somehow he knows it's something to do with Jackson and wants you to know he's there for you when you need him. Taeyong kisses your left shoulder and turns off the bedside lamp.

“What are you guys doing this weekend?” You suddenly ask.

“Nothing,” Doyoung replies.

“Why?” Taeyong looks at you.

“Let’s go to Busan,” you propose.

“You hate the beach,” Taeyong cocks an eyebrow at you.

You giggle. “I know, but I wanna go.”

“Then we can leave on Saturday morning,” Doyoung kisses your temple.

You smirk. “We’re gonna make so much love.”

“Why can’t we start right now?” Taeyong grabs you by the waist.

“Because I have a meeting tomorrow and you two wont let me sleep,” you place a hand on his chest and push him away.

Doyoung chuckles. “You’re right.”

“Save that energy for the weekend,” you wink at them. “Now turn off the rest of the lights. I’m sleepy.”

Doyoung turns off the lights and kisses your lips. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, my loves.” You smile.

(...)

You find yourself sitting on the beach together, staring out at the water. It's beginning to get dark, the sky clung with a blue color and the stars start to shimmer to make themselves known. But you are not willing to go back inside just yet. You want to enjoy this moment as much as possible, breathe in that salty, sweet air for as long as you can.

You feel a warm blanket cover your shoulders and you smile. Taeyong sits next to you and rests his hand on yours. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

You nod, still focused on the water. "How cold do you think the water is?"

Taeyong shrugs. "It's 15 degrees, want to find out?"

"No," you scoff. "I either would get hypothermia or drown."

Taeyong chuckles. "Right, I forgot you don't know how to swim."

"Hey," you slightly push him. "I do know how to swim, I'm just afraid of staying under the water for too long."

"Then why did you want to come to the beach?" Taeyong inquires.

You sigh and rub your cheek. "I just wanted to get away."

"From who?" Taeyong stares at you. "Jackson?"

You shyly nod. Taeyong clenches his jaw and inhales deeply. "Did he do something to you?"

"He... went to my office," you murmur. "And he kissed me."

"He fucking what?" Taeyong glances at you. "I'm gonna kill him."

Taeyong stands up and you grab his hand. "Don't tell Doyoung, please." You beg.

"Why not?" Taeyong frowns.

"You know how upset he'll get," you knit your eyebrows together. "I'm scared he will lose control and do something."

"That motherfucker deserves someone to give him a lesson," Taeyong groans.

You stand in front of him. "I have a plan, but please don't tell Doyoung. Taeyong, please."

Taeyong sighs and nods. "But if he does something again, I will smash his face.”

“Hey you two!” Doyoung calls you, coming out to the porch. “Dinner’s ready.”

Taeyong and you eye each other and Doyoung frowns. “What?”

Taeyong shakes his head. “We were just discussing if we might die due food poisoning.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes. “You know you won't. Come on, I’m hungry.”

In the room there is a table just big enough for the three of you, with nice plates and cutlery. In the center of the table there is a  bottle of red wine: your favorite.

Taeyong whistles. "Nice, are we celebrating something?"

"No," Doyoung shrugs. "Just felt like doing this."

“It smells really good in here.” You muse. “And not like you set the kitchen on fire like the last time you tried cooking by yourself.”

“That was one time!” Doyoung defends himself from your teasing with equal playfulness, “I had no idea what I was doing.”

“I’ve taught you well, then.” Taeyong muses softly, placing a kiss on Doyoung's cheek.

“I taught you everything you know Taeyong," you squint your eyes at him and both men laugh softly.

“Come on, let’s sit down and eat then." Doyoung says.

“That was really good, babe,” you compliment after the meal; the three of you taking your time with the meal with soft conversation till it was finished.

“It was so good, honey. Thank you.” Taeyong adds, smiling softly.

Doyoung nods smirking. "I wanted to be good to my loves, that’s all.”

You clean the table and continue to sit together after, your hands meeting on the table, each holding another’s hand. Doyoung decides to open another bottle of wine.

"You're already drunk, y/n," Taeyong mocks, looking at you.

Doyoung slightly pinches your red cheeks and smiles. You groan. "I am not. I'm just hot."

"Hot? It's 17 degrees outside, love," Doyoung smiles softly.

"H-hormones," you slur.

"Then we should help those hormones," Doyoung takes the glass off your hand and places it on the table.

You smile and stretch out your arms for Doyoung to take you in his arms. "Bed."

"Are we fucking?" Taeyong has a sip of wine. "Because I'm horny."

"You always get horny when you're drunk," you laugh.

"It's not my fault you two are hot!" Taeyong glances at you. "And you promised us a steamy weekend so..."

Doyoung chuckles. "Let's keep this conversation in the bedroom."

Doyoung's fingers find their way up to your dress and are tracing circles on your inner left thigh. His hand keeps itching farther and farther up your thigh until his fingertip barely brushes your covered clit. You double over and release a soft squeak, looking at him, who is possessing a smug smirk at your flustered state. "I barely touch you and you get like this, love."

You lean back and pull him to a wild and passionate kiss. Doyoung takes the back of your neck and as he pulls away, he bites your lip pulling it. "Put on a show for me."

"Huh?" You knit your eyebrows together.

"Play for me," Doyoung orders, as he sits in front of you.

You nip at your lip and Taeyong sits next you, you quickly place yourself on his lap, purposefully grinding against his already hard member. You take Taeyong by his shirt and forcefully shove your lips against his. You roll your hips on Taeyong's covered dick and hear the guttural grunt spill from his lips as you shove your tongue into his mouth.

You feel Taeyong's hand fumble with the zipper on your dress before he finally pulls it down and pushes the straps of your beach dress on your shoulders. You pull away from him and stand, fully unzipping your dress and letting it pool on the floor around your feet. You step out of it and turn to them, clad in matching white lingerie.

"It's beautiful but I'd rather it be off." Doyoung winks.

Taeyong stands from the bed and stands behind you and trails his fingers across your skin, tracing the curve of your breast with his right hand while he holds you to him with his left. He fingertips barely brush against you as he rubs gentle circles on your clit. You moan softly and arche into his touch, needing more.

"You want me to fuck you with my fingers, baby?"

You nod and shift against him, searching for friction.

"Answer me, doll"

"Yes, Taeyong." Your skin prickles as he traces his fingers up and down your sides. You whine and he tskes softly.

"Uh, uh, uh. That would be 'Daddy' to you, love" Doyoung cocks an eyebrow to you.

Taeyong gently tugs your earlobe between his teeth and you can feel his hot breath on your neck. He begins kissing down your neck, finding your sweet spot quickly and biting down gently, leaving a love bite. He licks and kisses the bite to relieve you of any pain before pulling away. He looks at Doyoung who has already unfastened his belt.

Taeyong begins taking off the top part of your and seconds later, you are free of clothing and smile at the sight of your naked body

Taeyong pushes you onto your back against the bed and spreads your pussy lips, playing with your slick with his fingers first, and gently rubbing circles across your clit before sliding his middle finger into you. He rubs circles with his thumb and pumps in and out of you with his middle finger.

"Oh fuck..." You can already feel your orgasm approaching and you bite your. If there's something Doyoung and Taeyong will always ace is fingering.

"You gonna cum, doll?" Taeyong adds his ring finger and begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace.

You moan loudly and writhe underneath him arching your back into his touch. "Y-yes, Daddy."

He pulls his fingers from you and you whimper softly. "Not yet, doll. It's Doyoung's turn." He winks and pushes his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them a few times before pulling his fingers away. He unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off with a smirk as Doyoung nears you.

Doyoung unbuttons his pants and pulls them down, leaving him in just his boxers. "On your hands and knees, love." You obey and see Doyoung pulling his boxers off in your peripheral vision. "You're gonna give Taeyong head while I fuck you, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Such a good girl for us, aren't you, love?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Taeyong sits on the bed and leans against the headboard in front of you, manspreading. You lick your lips. You can't see Doyoung but you know how hard he is.

You wrap your lips around Taeyong's tip and swirl your tongue around him as Doyoung positions himself behind you. He gently pushes into. He groans. He picks up the pace and you moan deeply against Taeyong's member. The momentum from Doyoung fucking you assisted you in giving Taeyong a blowjob, and you can tell by the way Taeyong throbs in your mouth that he is about to cum.

You keep moaning, knowing it would push Taeyong closer and closer to the edge, until you feel his hot cum running down your throat. You swallow everything he gives you with a smirk before pulling away with a pop and focus your attention on Doyoung fucking you..

"Shit, love. You're so tight."

You whine when Doyoung picks up the pace and dug your fingernails into the sheets. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

You feel Doyoung shift and smile when he kisses the small of my back. "Cum, my love."

That is all you need to let go. You scream and see only white as pleasure washes through you, ecstasy showering me as you lean your head down and squeeze your eyes shut. When it is over, you collapse onto the bed. Doyoung comes at the same time as you and finishes just as you collapse. He grabs a nearby blanket and covers you with it. “Take a few minutes, love. I want you to ride Taeyong.”

You nod and smile at him. “You two will leave me sore?”

“When we don't,” he gives you a peck on the nose.

“You know I’m not a big fan of teeth but tonight you totally aced it,” Taeyong spank your ass.

You chuckle. “Let’s see what Doyoung thinks.”

“Oh baby, my dick is all yours.”

The next morning, you are lying in the yard sunbathing, while Taeyong and Doyoung are in the pool. You refuse to get in the pool although the water is warm. Taeyong leaves the pool, heading towards the bar to prepare some drinks and Doyoung approaches the edge of the pool, placing his arms on it. "You won't get in?"

"No," you say, eyes closed. "I'm more comfortable here than I am wet."

"That's not what you say," he smiles sideways.

You laugh. "That's different, you perv."

You hear Doyoung get out of the pool and suddenly the sun clouds over and drops of water fall on you. You frown and open your eyes to find Doyoung grinning mischievously. You know what will happen next.

"Don't even think about it," you warn Doyoung.

Doyoung ignores you and takes you in his arms. You whimper and the next thing that happens is Doyoung jumping in the pool with you.

“Doyoung!” You groan, hitting him lightly in the chest . “I hate you.”

Doyoung laughs and wraps his hands around your waist. “You love me.”

“Not right now,” you place your hands on his chest and he smiles looking at you.

“Let’s go skinny dipping,” Doyoung squeezes his grip around your waist.

“Okay,” you smile.

In a matter of seconds, Doyoung and you are out of your bathing suits. He pulls you close to him again, places a soft kiss on your cheek and his hands go down to your ass, squeezing it. You chuckle. "You always do that."

"I love your ass," Doyoung bites his lip.

You kiss him and nip at his lip, pulling it. “We have never fucked in a swimming pool, right?”

He shakes his head. “Wanna do it?”

“Hell yes,” you say, grinning.

You rest your chin on his shoulder, “You got a nice chub going on there bro” you say as you look down at him.

Doyoung burst out laughing. "Yeah, thanks love."

"I love it, especially when it's in my mouth," you smirk.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" He cocks an eyebrow at you.

"Maybe," you shrug, tugging him closer.

You have your back pressed against the edge of the pool, your arms hooked around Doyoung's neck. His hands alternate between holding your face and gripping your hip. Doyoung kisses you as if his life depends on it.

He extracts himself from the kiss to say, "well it's working."

"I can feel it," you say, staring at his lips.

"I'm that easy."

Doyoung hefts you, which is easier in the water, and lets your legs wrap around his waist naturally. You are nose to nose now, looking into each other's eyes.

"I love you." You say.

With that, Doyoung is kissing you again, all sinful tongue and gentle, caressing lips.

His hands venture up your sides and he pushes his hardened cock against you, and you can't help but whimper at the sensation.

Doyoung moves his mouth to your neck, licking, nipping, and full on biting, creating an interesting pattern of bruises on the skin there.

"Ah, shit," you whisper after a minute. "I'd better be able to cover that up tomorrow."

Doyoung chuckles slowly. "Probably not."

"I hate you."

"Your pussy says otherwise." To emphasize his point, he thrust his hips gently against yours. He gets a small moan in return.

"Asshole," You say.

"Mmhmm." Doyoung's voice is playfully disinterested. Another thrust. "So you don't want it in?"

"I'll break up with you if you don't put it in," you warn.

Doyoung laughs and returns to your neck, but instead of staying in one particular spot, he trails his kisses down your chest. He stops to suck a hardened nipple. You arch into the sensation, back curving slightly. Doyoung switches after a few teasing nips, his tongue swirling around the aroused flesh.

Your small mewling sounds encourage him. God, you can make a porn star jealous, your sounds are so sweet and authentic. It's music to Doyoung's ears and riles him up even more, if that is even possible.

He reluctantly pulls away from  your now-soaking wet nipple to breathe in your ear, "let's make this easier. Turn around, love."

The huskiness in Doyoung's voice sends electricity shooting up and down your spine. Every word further turns your brain into mush. You can have come right then and there.

You oblige, unhooking your legs from around his waist. You let your feet touch the bottom of the pool before you turn and brace yourself against the concrete edge.

You feel Doyoung's sweet breath on your shoulder as he continues his mission of giving you as many hickies as possible. His hands travel all over your body, tracing lightly over your moles and marks, and always returning to your ass, where he squeezes each cheek appreciatively.

You hum in contentment, your eyes slipping closed. "What's taking you so long?" you practically purr. You turn to look at Doyoung over your shoulders and wiggle your hips at him. "Come on, bro. Fuck me."

Doyoung groans quietly. "Be patient, bro" he says, voice hoarse.

"Admiring the view?"

Doyoung swallows. "Something like that."

You just "Hmm" and wiggle your ass at him again. "Well, hurry up."

Doyoung growls slowly into your ear and roughly turns his head to the side to kiss you passionately.

You are so focused on the kiss that you don't notice that Doyoung has slyly slide his hands down your back, moving one cheek to the side for access to your hole.

You break away from the kiss and gasp as one of Doyoung's fingers slides right on in. Yes.

Your hips move on their own, in time with the gentle in and out of Doyoung's index finger. You clench the side of the pool, feeling your body heat up.

"Feels nice?" Doyoung whispers when you clench around his second finger.

This time, Doyoung adds a curl to his fingers.

"Fuuuuck."

Doyoung moves his fingers inside of you as he rubs your clit with his thumb. He bites your right shoulder. A wave upon wave of ecstasy crashing over your body. Shit. Doyoung is so good with his fingers. You can never get enough.

"Ah, shit I- fuck me," you say, your climax drawing nearer.

"What was that? I can't hear you. Louder, y/n."

"Doyoung... I want more. Shit, just fuck me," you exclaim.

Doyoung takes no time adding a third finger, your moans getting louder.

You whine. "Fuck me," you pant. "Come on, fuck me."

Doyoung slides his fingers out and grabs his cock and guides himself into your needy hole. He grounds in, inch by inch, and he and you groan at the same time.

Doyoung slowly pulls out halfway and pushes back in. "Fuck," you moan. "That felt so nice.

Doyoung repeats the action and peppers kisses on the side of your face. He captures your lips on a kiss. Your tongues clash for a while before you murmur against his lips, "faster."

Doyoung bends down to suckle a spot on your neck before he steadily begins pumping his hips faster, enjoying the gentle lapping of the water as he moves. His thrusts are slow but rough, drawing it out.

You moan, you mewl, you whimper. And Doyoung loves hearing your melodies.

Doyoung's mouth is busy sucking purple and red bruises into your neck and shoulders, one hand rests on your hip to steady you while the other has slid upwards to play with an erect nipple. You moan quite loudly.

"Yes... oh fuck, yes right here."

That last moan does it for Doyoung. "Fuck, yes, Doyoung," you breathe, and his hips moves faster against yours.

"Fucking hell, keep making those noises for me love, yes."

Doyoung is driving you insane. Your head is hazy with building ecstasy. If it wasn't for the water, you would have probably combust into flames. You have to bite your lip to keep from babbling nonsense.

Your orgasm is rapidly approaching when you notice something odd.

"Doyoung, wait - mn - hold on, wait."

Doyoung slows, placing a kiss just under your ear. "What's wrong?"

"I keep floating." Your voice holds barely controlled amusement. "My feet can't stay on the ground so my legs keep going up."

Doyoung hums. "That is a problem," he murmurs. His voice is still silky smooth and sends a shiver down your spine. "Here. Turn around, I have an idea."

Doyoung slides out of you and lets you turn around, your back against the edge of the pool.

Doyoung looks absolutely gorgeous. His pupils are blown to all hell. A rosy red flush has settled onto his cheeks, his lips kiss-swollen.

Gorgeous.

Doyoung hurriedly reaches further under the water to hook the underside of your knees in the crook of his elbows. God, he loves that you are so flexible and you can fuck in this position - your legs up and out, just enough that if he turns his head slightly he could see your toes curl.

For balance you rest your hands on each of his shoulders, staring into his hooded eyes.

"Better?"

"Better."

Doyoung once again guides himself into your entrance, your hands tightens on his shoulders, his eyes slipping shut as your lips parted.

"Mmm," Doyoung murmurs, thoroughly enjoying the look on your face.

Doyoung starts moving, hips thrusting shallowly and slowly until he works his way back to his previous rhythm, languid and deep. The water makes waves and laps  around you. Your head is thrown back, your moans going soft and sensual. Doyoung drops your right leg, letting it wrap around his waist, and manages to get a hand in between you both, rubbing your clit under the water.

You gasp in surprise at the added stimulation. "Ah fuck"

"Yes," Doyoung hisses, his own pleasure spiking at your delicious sounds.

He feels your walls clenching around his cock and his panting escalating. "Open your eyes, y/n. I want to see your eyes."

His eyes meet yours. Doyoung moves forward for a kiss when you reach your climax. You cry out, your back arches, your toes curls.

"Fuck, " you keen, your fingernails digging into his skin.

"y/n," Doyoung moans and spills into you, his body wracks with uncontrollable tremors. He holds you close, your arms wrapped around each other.

Finally dropping back down from their climax, Doyoung places a lingering kiss on your lips and then rests his head on your shoulder.

"Just for the record," your murmur dazedly, "we're never doing this in the pool again."

"Mm. Fine with me," Doyoung says and smiles lazily. "So, the hot tub?"

"I'll think about it."

That means yes.

"You know," Taeyong says, coming out to the yard. "Fucking without inviting me it's rude."

You and Doyoung turn your heads to Taeyong. You chuckle. "It was a one free trial, and Doyoung took it first." You say.

Taeyong laughs. "But are we still up for tonight"?

"Yes," you wink at him.

"What's up for tonight?" Doyoung frowns.

"Involves ice and tying you to the bed," Taeyong sits on the edge of the pool.

Doyoung smiles mischievously. "Ah. I guess I'm free tonight."

"Bet you are," you grin.

(...)

Two weeks later, you get a call from Jaehyun and he is hysterical crying. You don't understand why, so you leave your office and almost run to his house. You find Johnny sitting next to him, rubbing his back.

"What happened?" You ask, approaching them.

Johnny has lips pressed and shakes his head. You knit your eyebrows together. "Guys?"

"My daughter!" Jaehyun cries.

You gulp and lean in front of him. "Jaehyun? What happened?"

"She is coming tomorrow and I still don't know how to change a fucking diaper!" Jaehyun covers his face.

And that's when Johnny burst out laughing. You groan and hit Jaehyun on his right arm. "Don't do that! You scared me, idiot!"

"I'm sorry!" Jaehyun exclaims. "And you asshole stop laughing at me!" He turns to Johnny.

"I am sorry, sweetie, but I can't help it," Johnny chuckles. "You're being so extra right now."

Jaehyun growls and stands up. "Sorry for just wanting the best for her!"

You sigh. "Jaehyun, it's okay. Calm down, alright? Let's practice. She'll be okay."

Jaehyun rubs his eyes and sighs. "I just don't want to disappoint her."

"She is a baby, Jaehyun," you place your hands on his shoulders. "Besides, it's not that hard. Come on, I'll teach you."

"Yes, sweetie," Johnny stands next to him. "We still have 24 hours before the judge changes her mind."

"Ah shut up!" Jaehyun slightly pushes Johnny. "I want a divorce."

"And that would be the 20th time you say that today," Johnny hums.

"You're unbearable," Jaehyun snorts.

"Okay, first things first," you say. "You need to wash your hands and gather the supplies. Make sure you have everything you need in arm's reach."

Jaehyun nods and looks at the fake baby in front of him. "What's next?" He asks.

"Lay the baby down and place them on their back on the changing surface," you explain. "Unfasten the diaper tabs and raise the baby's bottom off of the diaper by gently grabbing their ankles and lifting. If there is a lot of poop present, you can use the upper half of the diaper to gently sweep it toward the lower half of the diaper."

You keep on explaining to them how to successfully change a diaper and when you're done, Jaehyun sighs. "Okay, I don't feel 100% sure but at least I don't feel completely useless."

You chuckle. "Thank you, y/n."

"No problem," you shrug.

"Where did you learn to change diapers?" Johnny inquires. "Do you have a hidden kid we don't know off?"

You laugh. "My brother is 12 years younger than me, I spent some time changing his diapers."

"We appreciate it. Thank you, y/n," Johnny smiles.

"As I said, no problem," you smile. "So, can I come tomorrow? I wanna see her."

"Of course you can!" Jaehyun beams. "They'll bring her around 4 pm, and you are more than welcome."

You clap your hands together and grin. "I'm gonna go shopping right now."

Johnny laughs. "Just don't go crazy, Jaehyun has bought so many things already."

Jaehyun rolls his eyes. "Don't listen to him. He is boring."

"I will try to keep it together," you nod.

You walk to the table where your handbag is and for a second, you see it's too far from you. Your vision is blurred for a moment and you try to hold from the edge of the table, but you stagger and if it weren't for Johnny, you would have fallen to your knees on the floor.

You blink a few times and shake your head. "What was that?" Johnny grabs your arm slightly.

"I think I'm dizzy," you reply.

"Dizzy?" Jaehyun glances at you.

"What?" You glance at him back. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Dizziness?" Jaehyun raises an eyebrow at you.

You frown and wide your eyes when you realize what he's trying to say.

No way.

#doyoung smut #doyoung x reader #taeyong smut #taeyong x reader #doyoung imagine #taeyong imagine #dotae x reader #dotae smut #nct 127 smut #nct 127 x reader #jaehyun smut #Johnny smut

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Pink Bubblegum and Platform Boots

Pairing: Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey/Reader

Word Count: 2,756

Warnings: None

Dio was a bad boy. A goth, as some would say. He’s proud of it, proud of his leather and spike studded aesthetic. The litany of tattoos and piercings. So of course, when he falls in love, he expects someone like him. He does not expect to fall head over platform heels in love with the pink Lolita princess who lives in the apartment next door

Dio Morrissey was not a kind guy. He was tough and silent and a definite lone wolf. His entire aesthetic was grimoires and black and leather. He was tattooed and pierced and never smiled. He was not a good person, and he knew that. 

Yet, there was one bright spot in his otherwise shadowed life. 

His neighbor. 

You were his literal opposite. A cutesy, pastel pink, lace covered lolita. From what he could tell, you were as sweet as your wardrobe, always saying hello to everyone in the building as you headed to work. Every day seemed to be amazing for you, and you always wore a bright smile. 

Everything you did was sickeningly sweet. You were everything he told himself he hated. Pastels and colors and sunshine. 

So of course, Dio was absolutely in love with you. 

“Dio! Earth to Dio!” Raven said, waving her hand in front of his face as he watched his neighbor come into the building. “Fuck! What’s up with you?” 

Her gaze followed his, smirking when she realized what he was staring at. “Oh? Is little Dio in love?” 

“Dio’s in what?” Ace said, coming back onto the balcony with beers. “I swear you just said the L word.” 

“I did!” Raven said eagerly, kicking her feet and grinning slyly at Dio. “What’s her name?” 

“I don’t fucking know,” Dio grumbled into his beer bottle, outright lying because of course he knew your name. “And I don’t know because I’m not in love with her!” 

Raven and Ace looked at each other and both broke out into laughter. 

That night, when Dio was escorting his friends out of his apartment, the door next to his opened up.

Immediately, both Ace and Raven lit up. “Is that her?” 

Dio swore, seeing you coming out of your apartment, walking towards the elevator. Which meant you had to pass Dio and his friends. 

“Hey Dio,” you said sweetly, waving and walking past. 

Dio simply sighed, realizing exactly what was about to happen now. “Hey. Heading out?” 

You nodded, pushing the elevator button as Dio and his friends got closer. “Yeah. The local fabric barn is having a huge sale on their deadstock stuff. I wanna get out there before the sun goes down.” 

“Huh.” Dio nodded, giving Ace a death glare as he smiled. “Sounds fun.” 

“It is!” You said eagerly, adjusting your adorable lavender dress as you walked onto the elevator, followed by Dio and his friends. “I bet you could find some good stuff there. I saw a beautiful tarot card fabric last time I went.” 

Raven perked up at that. “Really?” 

“Yeah.” Just like that, you were pulling your phone out to show Raven the fabric, her immediately gushing over how nice it was. 

“If I see it there today, I’ll get you some,” you said, pocketing your phone as the elevator reached the ground floor. 

Ace and Raven waved as they left, leaving you and Dio alone outside the elevator. 

“Are you heading out too?” You asked Dio, looking curiously at him. 

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Dio grumbled, trying his best to keep his reputation intact. It was so hard not to let himself, the real him, out when talking to you. 

You smiled. “That’s okay. Have a good night Dio!” 

As you walked away, Dio battled his emotions for all of twenty seconds before running after you. “Wait!” 

“Hm?” You turned, skirt swinging and head tipping ever so slightly. “Yeah?” 

Dio stopped, suddenly hesitant. But he wasn’t the kind of guy who backed down from anything. “Can I come with you? Fabric shopping, that is.” 

Almost instantly, you lit up. “Of course! Come on!” 

You two made for a very odd pair heading down the street, Dio’s dark leather and metal studded aesthetic a complete opposite from your pastel sweets and soft ribbon look. Yet, you matched in a very odd way, like two puzzle pieces. Especially when, upon coming up on a busy crosswalk, you anxiously took his hand, almost causing poor Dio to combust. His rings were cold on your skin, but his hand itself was nice and warm. 

When you finished crossing the street, you didn’t drop Dio’s hand, merely continuing to walk with him, connected by your interlaced fingers. He didn’t tug away, despite the feeling of complete anxiety in his chest. 

Of course, the fabric shop finally showed up, and you eagerly pulled Dio inside. It was a maze, with tall shelves full of bolts of fabric and smaller shelves stacked with containers of buttons and ribbons and threads. 

“So what are you looking for?” Dio asked, looking at the employee who was staring at him. 

“I don’t know,” you said happily, heading towards the pastel fabrics. “That’s the point! I have a budget but no plan. I just wanna see what catches my eye.” 

Dio followed after you, very much like a lost puppy, as you hummed and looked over the messily stacked fabric bolts. You found a few you liked, humming as you took pictures and continued on. 

Eventually, Dio got so uncomfortable that you actually noticed. “Why don’t you go traverse the black fabrics,” you said softly, tugging on his sleeve. “See if you can find that tarot bolt I was talking about.” 

Dio gladly left the bright colors and shuffled through the dark blacks, occasionally finding something interesting. 

Eventually, you found him, a bag in hand full of fabrics. “Hey. Find anything good?” 

Dio shrugged. He had found the tarot fabric, which he showed you, and he hesitantly showed off another fabric bolt he found. It wasn’t black, but a deep navy, printed with beautiful silver stars and thin lines to create constellations. “This is nice.” 

“It is,” you agreed softly, taking the loose fabric end and smiling. “It’s very nice. Perfect dress making fabric.” 

You snapped a photo of it before walking off, Dio following you to the ribbon and lace section. You hummed to yourself, picking out a few different things. A roll of white lace, a few different ribbons in various colors and sizes, two packs of pearly white buttons. It was a hodgepodge of items, but you didn’t mind. 

“I’m gonna go have a smoke,” Dio said to you at one point. “Meet you outside.” 

“Yep.” You examined a roll of lace, looking up at Dio and smiling. “I’m almost done. Might need a few more things, but I shouldn’t be any longer than fifteen minutes.” 

Dio left, leaving you to eagerly pick out a few items for your next big project. A roll of delicate black lace, two ribbons in black and navy, a few black buttons, and the most important part. The navy constellation fabric. 

You paid for the items and left, seeing Dio waiting just outside. He put his cigarette out and began to walk beside you, instinctively grabbing your hand as you two came up on the busy crosswalk again. 

“Find everything you needed?” He finally asked, squeezing your hand to grab your attention. 

“Mhm!” You hummed happily. “And some things I didn’t, but that’s okay.” 

By the time you had reached the apartment building, it was well after dark. Dio insisted on walking you to your door, despite your laughter infused attempt to remind him that you were neighbors. 

“I’ll see you around Dio,” you said, opening your door and slipping inside. 

Dio smiled, actually smiled, at you. “Yeah. See you around.” 

You two did much more than that. Next time Raven visited Dio, she insisted upon seeing you, which meant that you were now settled upon Dio’s old ass couch, chatting away with Raven. You were a huge contrast to the entire apartment, in your pretty pink skirt with merry-go-round ponies on the bottom and the characteristic petticoat underneath it. 

Eventually, when Dio went out onto the balcony to have a cigarette, Raven turned to you, her eyes alight. “He really likes you.” 

“Dio?” You peered at the balcony, where Dio was leaning against the rail, a cigarette hanging off his lips. “He’s my neighbor.” 

Raven snorted. “Honey, that boy is head over ridiculously large platform heels in love with you.” 

Now it was your turn to make a noise of disbelief. “No he isn’t.” 

“Yeah, he is.” Raven put a hand on your knee, smiling. “Let me tell you. Dio is not a going out kind of guy. But he went on and on about your fabric shopping date for almost half an hour that night. He genuinely enjoyed it.” 

You were quiet. “He enjoyed it?” 

“Hell yeah he did!” Raven said happily. “I haven’t seen Dio that happy about being out since, well, ever.” 

Dio chose that moment to return, settling in a chair and looking between you and Raven. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing!” Raven said, leaning back. “Hey, how’s that skirt coming along?” 

You perked up, telling Raven all about the tarot skirt you were making for her. 

“All I need to do is put the elastic in and it should be done!” You finished after a few minutes. “You can come pick it up whenever, I’ll probably finish tonight.” 

Raven promised to come get the skirt next time she visited Dio. You waved, watching her leave. 

“So,” you said, standing and adjusting your skirt. “I’ll see you soon?” 

Dio stood as well, coming over to your side. “Yeah. Soon.” 

“Perfect!” You grinned, taking his hands and looking down at them. You pressed a finger into a small tattoo he had on the back of one hand, feeling his pulse jump beneath your skin. “I’ve been meaning to go back out and grab more fabrics. Think you’ll be up for it?” 

Dio shrugged. “Sure.” 

Which was how your monthly fabric dates became a thing. The monthly outings turned quickly into weekly dates, mostly at one of your apartments. When you were alone, it was like you had a completely different Dio. He smiled, leaning across your countertops to take cookies from you. He went on and on about Ancient Greek mythology, a childlike wonder to his voice. He was touchy and cuddly and although he was definitely still the stubborn goth who lived next door, he was no longer as guarded and emotionless. By that time, you were no longer neighbors. No longer friends. Your relationship was beyond that. Not quite lovers, but not not lovers either. 

About a year after you two started to go out, Dio got super lonely one night. It was Friday, one night before date night, but he needed you. Needed to be beside you. 

He trailed over to your apartment after some consideration, knocking hesitantly. You opened the door after a few seconds, grinning brightly upon seeing Dio. “Hey Dio! What’s up?” 

Dio hesitated. You’d changed out of the frilly, baby blue dress and fluffy petticoat you’d worn to work, abandoning it for a pair of white overall shorts with a soft pink shirt underneath. Sometimes he forgot you weren’t always wearing those dresses. “Uh. Can I come in?” 

It was an odd question. Dio never asked to come in. You usually had to ask him, and even then it took some pestering. “Of course. C’mere.” 

Dio shuffled in, kicking off his boots and dropping almost two inches, making you smile. “So. What brings you to my apartment?” 

“I dunno,” Dio mumbled, standing awkwardly in your entryway. 

You smiled, coming closer and taking Dio’s hands. You slowly traced each tattoo he had, taking special interest in the one on the back of his hand, between his thumb and forefinger, as usual. “Lonely?” 

“In a way.” 

You tugged him further into the apartment. “Take your coat off Dio. I wanna show you something.” 

Dio followed you, hanging his coat up on the coat rack as he went. You pushed open the door to a spare bedroom, only it wasn’t a bedroom. It was a sewing room. 

Every inch of the room was covered in colorful fabric and delicate lace. Half finished projects littered the various surfaces, the most prominent a mess of beautiful pastel purple fabric piled up next to the sewing machine. But what caught Dio’s eye was the mostly finished dress on the dress form in the corner. 

The dress itself was darker than anything Dio had ever seen you wear. A rich royal navy studded with faded silver stars, connected by thin lines of thread to make constellations. The dress would be knee length on you, with a layer of black lace around the bottom and the characteristic petticoat underneath, also in black. You’d layered a frilly black shirt underneath the dress as well, the long sleeves and silky ribbons doing terrible things to Dio’s imagination. 

“So?” You asked hesitantly. “What do you think?”

Dio was dead silent, unable to form the thoughts into words. “Is it done?” 

“Almost,” you said, turning the dress form around and showing Dio the collection of black metal loops on the back. “I have to finish putting the loops on, then it’ll be done.” 

Dio stepped closer, running a hesitant hand over the fabric. “Is this?” 

“That fabric we found when we went shopping? Yeah.” 

Dio froze, hand still on the fabric. “I didn’t know you bought it.” 

“I did,” you said, coming up behind him, wrapping him in a hug and pressing a cheek in between his shoulder blades. “I wanted to surprise you.” 

Speechless, Dio melted into your embrace, turning around so you could tuck your head into his chest. You smiled, humming softly. “You’re a good man Dio Morrissey. I hope you know that.” 

That was the last straw. You felt Dio’s chest heave, and with a slight shock, you realized Dio was crying. 

“Oh,” you murmured, reaching up and wiping away his tears. “Oh Dio. Hey, it’s okay. Look at me, there you go. It’s okay.” 

Dio took a stuttering breath, hugging you close. “I love you,” he stammered between breaths. “I love you so fucking much.” 

You smiled, wrapping Dio in a hug and smoothing a hand up and down his back. “I love you too Dio.” 

Just like that, it became official. Your date the next day was a real date, out to the park and then dinner. You eagerly finished up the star dress, getting dressed and ready while Dio waited outside your bathroom. 

“Dio!” You called, arms aching as you let them fall to your sides. “Dio! Come here!” 

The door opened, Dio’s face poking through the crack. “Yeah?” 

“Lace me up?” You asked, showing him the back of the dress, which was shut with a zipper, but was cinched at the waist with a ribbon in a very corset-esque fashion. The only problem? You couldn’t lace it yourself. 

Dio was completely frozen in the doorway, his eyes going up and down and up and down as he processed your outfit and how you looked. It took a solid two minutes before he responded. “You look amazing.” 

“Thank you,” you said with a laugh. “Now c’mon. Don’t be afraid to squeeze me into this dress,” you said, handing Dio the silky black ribbon that matched the ones on your shirt. 

He expertly threaded the ribbon, taking his time and definitely not hesitating to pull on the ribbon to really fit the dress to you. 

“Thanks!” You said once he was done, turning to the makeup scattered across the bathroom. “Now. The fun part.” 

Dio watched with pure curiosity as you put your makeup on. It was all okay until the colorful stuff, at which point he stopped you before you made a horrible mistake. 

“How about I do this part?” He said, taking the brush and tapping the excess powder into the sink. “Close your eyes.” 

You did as he asked, giggling when he took your face with one hand to steady you. “God your hands are huge.” 

Dio smiled. “Mhm. And yours aren’t.” 

More laughter echoed through the bathroom, and Dio paused in the makeup so you could laugh. 

“Okay,” you said, finally straightening. “We’re gonna be late. Let’s hurry up.” 

Ten minutes later, Dio had perfected your makeup, and you loved it. Lacing up your black shoes and adjusting your black socks, you looped an arm with Dio’s and walked towards the elevator together. 

“So,” you finally said once you two had reached the park. “Dio Morrissey. The biggest, baddest boy on the block, has fallen in love with the resident princess. How the hell does that happen?” 

Dio shrugged, putting an arm around you. “I dunno. But I’m glad it did.”

#nypd blue #shane 'dio' morrissey #dio morrissey #dio morrissey x reader #dio morrissey x you #pedro pascal #My writing

[imhereiguess556]

Hey, hey-hey-hey. Hello💜. If you don't mind, can you write some fluff, caring and wholesome c/h, about being married to wax bros, yeah, all of this hot boys🌚on the same time, for me, please? Thank you💜

YES! YES I CAN!!!!! House of Wax Slasher boys Married life with the Sinclair brothers Warnings: Hints for NSFW stuff, hints of abuse.

Very Very long post!

Bo Sinclair:

- Oh Bo. He can be tough all he wants, but all see that he CRAVES domestic life with a S/O. Will he never admit it? Nope!

- Obviously getting with him at first, he is very rough around the edges. He might say something that could hurt your feelings but he never really means it.

-I could see it that one day you have enough and tell him that being negative towards you all the time is not a healthy way to get attention (Cause lets face it, that was the only way he got attention from his parents.)

-So he would simmer down. Still rough around the edges but softer towards you.

-Would actually mumble some kind of apology if he blew up at you

- Does the limp hand reach but looking away from not wanting to admit he needs your touch

-A S/O that can cook and clean would make him so happy, just the idea of someone taking care of him just makes his heart melt.

-Though he will help out around the house with more of the fixing/repairing things in the house.

- He does know how to cook and will offer to cook you a romantic dinner from time to time.

-Will never admit that he loves doing couples things with you, like grocery shopping, picking out paint colors for the house, etc. But it helps him feel normal for a moment.

-He knows you've really settled down with him when you tell him you're gonna pick more cream cheese from the store for him (If you if you know)

-Vincent would probably point it out to Bo when he caught his brother watching you hang some laundry out to dry and he say "Look at them. I'd never think to air dry the stuff out but they say it makes the clothing smell nicer, and it does. God they so hot right now."

-Bo would of coarse say he doesn't wanna be tied down but Bo has brought in countless other victims to town, but he's only has eyes for you. Damnit, Vincent was right.

-Lester would just snicker and agree with Vincent as they both teased Bo.

-If you guys get married, I could see him doing less of the murdering/ brining people into Ambrose. He probably would bring in people who are annoying to him.

-Bo would propose by driving you out somewhere where you two and see the night sky. He would play it all cool but he super nervous. It would be one of the few times you've heard him stumble with his words.

-But then with a box he'd open the box and say something like "I know you've been acing for me to ask so here ya go. I know you're gonna say yes so just say it." Will be so scared you're gonna say no!

-Bo craves a nice life with a caring loving S/O with a bunch of little kiddies running around! Bo wants to be a dad SO BADLY!!

-Plus lets face it. Bo will be very into the idea of knocking you up! If he can't he'd love you adopt! The more kids and merrier!

Vincent Sinclair:

- Just like Bo he CRAVES domestic life!

-You would be able to tell he would want to be settled down when he started to portray it in his art. He starts to make more scenes of couples doing things like eating dinner together, looking down at a baby (its not a real baby under the wax, I promise), couples watching children open gifts at Christmas. Just very wholesome stuff he craves.

-He might not even notice he's doing this in till one of the brothers points it out. Bo would probably pick on him about it, but Lester would cheer him on! Telling Vincent to just go for it!

- Vincent really knows how to bake so he will make pies and cakes for you. He knows you love them cause he'll watch it get smaller through out the day. Making mental notes of which flavors you liked better.

- You guys would be pretty close on the domestic boat, I can see him having a S/O who loves to read and have happy quiet moments be the best for him. Or you being close by while he works on his sculptures.

-He doesn't really like going outside of town with you, but he always find it kinds of like going to the store when you two clean out the storage area where all the victims stuff are left!

-I would see him also not really wanting to bring people into town anymore, he would do more sculptures free hand.

- He would propose by having a slide come in while you two where watching a movie asking "Will you marry me?" Or he would make a wax sculpture that looked like you two holding each other while a ring was in the middle of it that he made by hand. He also would be so scared you're gonna say no.

-He'd be more into adopting a child rather then having a biological one due to him being scared what happened to him will happen to your guys baby. But after some coaxing he'd want to try. All about making love when it comes to making the baby. Very close and romantic!

Lester Sinclair

- Bo and Vincent are honestly confused on how Lester landed a S/O in the first place.

- But Lester always feels so special to have someone like you in his life!

-At first you two probably hang out all the time with the outdoors, just living off the land. But also heading back home to the Sinclair home from time to time to get a shower and a hot meal that Bo made

-But after some convincing and some shouting matches, you got Bo and Lester to settle their differences and make Lester wanna stay in the town for good.

- This to him is a domesticated life, he was always ready to just live in his truck and not stay in once place to long (not any where to far from Ambrose but somewhere far enough.) He never really wanted anything to do with Bo ever again but you helped the brothers work out their differences. And he thanks you for that

- Loves going on long walks with you and his dog. Would love to have more dogs children with you! I can't really see wanting kids cause of his child hood.

-Lester would know he wanted to get married to you even before the twins told him. He is always making gaga eyes at you. Everything little thing you do for him makes his bashful.

-You're the only one who can make this chatter box clam up and be bashful with their actions/ words

- But he knows that in order to be married, you need a stable life. So he figures out how to paten his famous bbq sauce and its a hit! (Bo still never figures out what's in it.)

-So once he feels like you two can have some what of a normal life, he asks Vincent to make a ring for you. He knows his artsy fartsy bro would make something nicer then he ever could!

-You never know when he's going to do it. He just will kind of do it one day when he felt like the mood is right. It could be you two alone in the woods, you tell Lester that hiking around the woods for deer bones is always fun and he'll just get down on one knee asking you to marry him. He's not scared you'll say no, he's confident in himself like that

- When you say yes, he will yell "YEEHAAAW" and spin you around. I don't care what anyone says! lol

Being Married to all three of the brothers:

-Things could get messy with this one. I could see Vincent and Bo always fighting for you love/ affection

- It would probably get so bad, you'd have to stay out of town for a day or two with Lester.

- But once things settle down, you find a way to get Bo and Vincent to talk like adults

-All three care about you very deeply though Lester is just happy you wanna be with him/spend time with him

-So eventually you work out a system that you spend time with all three of them equally, though Bo and Vincent will get into spats about who gets to spend alone time with you

- Sorry no foursomes, I really can not see the brothers being ok with that.

- But all the kids you guys have, all three will raise them like their own!

#vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair

[transsscorpius]

"hi danny i would love to hear if you had any thoughts or headcannons abt Astoria or perhaps even Astoria and Scorpius ones?? idk i just love hearing people’s interpretations of her 🤗💕"

@grey-edges your ask got deleted somehow and i had to rewrite this i'm so sorry for the late reply but anyway. Thank you for this ask! I have Astoria headcanons i just never got the energy to write them so here is my personal interpretation of her 🥰💕

• Ok this is probably vastly different than other interpretations of Astoria i've seen, but i think she's into like pop rock/metal/grunge type of music and her her aesthetic in dressing sometimes reflects that. Sometimes her wardrobe is floral dresses and bright colors. There is no in between

• Like if you saw her in the back of the classroom with headphones on smiling softly while scribbling something down and asked her what she was listening to and it's just. Literal screaming and depressive lyrics. What the fuck

• I think she's the black sheep of the family, her family is in a 'purebloods are better' mindset and has a rocky relationship with them (her and Daphne eventually develop a better relationship with each other) so i see her sort of straying away from them slowly during her time at school

• Also family dynamics and internalized bigotry is not as easy to just throw away as jkr writes it to be and she takes time to listen and educate herself for a while to break free from that

• She's bi oriented aroace or bi ace or something along those lines but definitely aspec

• My Astoria is in ravenclaw! I am fine with other house hcs as well, i just want her to see Luna more often and have her influence in her life. Also eventually Ginny too, they'd definitely get along. Astoria+Ginny+Luna is where my mind is always

• She wears a bunch of rings on every finger and so does Draco when he starts hanging out with her after Hogwarts. Whores

• Ok but seriously, if we're going in the drastoria route, she's the one who gets him to open up bc Draco is so repressed in many ways and she's visibly free and has those 'who gives a fuck' vibes, so he feels more okay in experimenting with gender expression and whatever else when he's with her

• I made a post once that Draco and her were in a qpr and now i can't think of them in any other way sjsjjsjs like i used to genuinely ship them romantically but now i can't think of them as anything other than having qp thing going on

• Draco is also some sort of ace. Maybe demi

• Speaking of, they would tell Scorpius about them being qp and answer all his questions about that, so when Scorpius gets rejected by Rose, he doesn't try to persist on her to go out with him (what canon? idk her) and might enlighten Rose on the fact that she might be aspec after a few comments from her saying she doesn't see really herself with anybody that way. Scorose friendship basically <3

• Scorpius has Astoria's smile. I don't know how to explain it properly but i feel like it's important to know. They have the same smile :)

• The older Malfoys hated her and probably tried to sabotage her thing with Draco so she convinced Draco to sell the manor (it became his property but i seriously don't know how this stuff works so don't call me out skksksks) and Lucius nearly had a heart attack. They spent all that money on charities and on homeless people they found on the streets

• If we're going outside of canon... Ginstoria is a very very nice concept to me. I'm sort of obsessed with the ship

• Back to just Astoria, she was a bit shy, but if anyone was being cruel, she would absolutely deck them on sight

• She was part of the DA, Harry just never noticed her idk

• She's the type of person to cut her own hair. It's always a bit choppy bc she did it herself but she likes it like that so it works for her

• She has the weirdest shit in her bag. There's regular school stuff but then there's also a bottle of clay she found (she likes to make clay figures), a pair of scissors, a sharp dagger??? some pins for her hair, eyeliner, interesting looking potion vials. People walking with her to class are always really weirded out when she start pulling them out to find a book or something. Luna is never weirded out, she understands

• Luna Ginny Astoria sleepover. Pls think about it

Yeah idk haha i just like thinking about her as strange and optimistic and someone who wants to be happy so she makes sure that she is and no one can bully that away from her <3

#grey-edges #sydney tag #asks #well it is it just got deleted is all :/ #astoria greengrass #thank you ty i loved answering this mwah #she lives in my head and i am the only one who seems to imagine her this way #but that's because they never gave her a personality so there is a lot of creative freedom to write her so <3 #and i'll answer vals ask too i just need some time to relax writing this much can be exhausting sksksksk #astoria #draco #luna #ginny #scorpius #drastoria #my posts #the malfoys

[arcwhore]

Trust

{rafe cameron} x {reader}

Request: Rafe cheating at a party. 

description: rafe has a soft spot for his little sisters best friend, and is there when she leaves. who’s gonna be there when he leaves?

warnings: angst, yelling, hitting

word count: 3163

Your heels clicked as you walked up the steps of the Cresswell family manor, tightly holding your clutch in your left hand. Your right hand was clasped around your boyfriend's arm, and you could feel his biceps flex in anticipation.

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Every year at the end of the summer, all the Kooks went out with a bang. You were to wear the most formal attire you could find, and come with the intentions of getting fucked up.

 You had always gone with your best friend, Sarah, but just about a month ago, she started dating a Pogue; who was undeniably handsome, so you were happy for her. 

“As long as you’re happy, Sarah. I will always stand by you,” you had told her. 

She slipped away after that, barely making any time for you, ditching you at Midsummers. She was always with John B, and it hurt, but you knew that she deserved a good relationship, and so did she. You had took that as your que to venture out to new places; find new people. By new people, I mean Sarah’s brother. 

The first night she ditched you, you showed up at her house, clothes soaking wet. Despite the time, you rang the doorbell. When no one answered, you held your finger to the button, hoping there would be some kind of rapid alarm. It was all high tech, so you were just hoping, but really, you were probably just standing there like an idiot. 

After knocking, banging, and ringing the doorbell multiple times, muscly legs descended down the stairs. A tired--and very grumpy--Rafe appeared, walking towards the door all while rubbing his eyes. He saw you through the glass and debated on turning off the light and going back upstairs, but he didn’t want to have to deal with your constant pounding on the door. When he opened the door, you immediately stepped inside. 

“Woah, hey, what the fuck are you doing here?” Rafe complained. He was surprised by your entrance, your clothes clinging to your body and showing off your perfect curves. The light pink shirt you wore was now see through, prompting his eyes to attach themselves to your visible cleavage. 

“Where is Sarah?” You asked him. You figured he probably wouldn’t tell you. That, or he actually didn’t know. 

“How the fuck should I know? Little miss princess is probably hanging out with her pathetic pogue of a boyfriend.” He grumbled, taking a seat on the stairs and staring at you. 

“She ditched me! Left me at home, all by mys fucking self, while she goes out fucking her boyfriend! They’re probably having sex on his shitty bed right now, and shes not even thinking about me!”

“Well, to be fair, if she was thinking about you in the middle of sex that would be a little awkward…” Rafe interrupted. You glared at him, taking in a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. “Did you really run all the way over here just to rant to me about my sister?”

“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw,” you quoted. “Rafe, do I look like I have fucking teleportation skills? Of course I ran here! My car’s in the shop and Sarah was supposed to come over, but she didn’t and now 2 hours later, here I am, losing my shit because I’m not going to get a project done!” You vented. Rafe gave you a bitchy look, one eyebrow raised and his mouth in a straight line.

 “Come on, Rafe. Help me out here,” you begged. 

“Go home, Y/N,” he got up from his seat on the stairs, stammering towards you. He tried to usher you out the door, but you pushed his hands off. “Y/N…”

“Goddammit, Rafe!” you groaned, stomping out the door. You went out, sitting on the porch. You waited for the rain to die down, waited for some sign that it was going to slow; but it didn’t. 

Rafe watched you from inside, waiting on you to stomp your ass right back through the door, but you didn’t. You sat and stared into the night, watching the water droplets splash as they hit the stone pavement. His chest started to shrink as he watched you, his mind wandering. 

In an abrupt motion, he unlocked the door, pulling you inside. He motioned for you to follow him upstairs, and you crossed your arms reluctantly. You were starting to shiver from the AC, your cold clothes suddenly feeling like an ice bath. 

“Come on, I’ll get you some warm clothes.” you padded up the stairs after him, wondering why he was being so nice to you. You wanted to say something, to ask what the sudden change of heart was, but you knew it would ruin the moment. Your feet left prints on the floor, leading all the way to his bedroom. You watched him as he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt-- well, Rafe sized-- and handed it over to you. 

“Bathrooms’ through there,” he nodded. You muttered a thanks before going to get changed. You stripped out of your sopping wet clothes, dropping them onto the floor like a wet mop. Rafe’s clothes were a bit big, but they were so comfortable. You walked back in holding your wet clothes in hand, holding them out to him.

“I didn’t know what you wanted me to do with them,” you said softly. He grabbed them from your hands, walking out of the room. He left you alone again, but this time you didn’t feel lonely. You sprawled out on his bed, taking in a deep breath of the leftover cologne on his sheets. You would have never admitted it, but he smelled amazing; like clean linens and lemon shampoo. The sound of footsteps approached you, but you were already falling into the darkness of sleep. Rafe rustled through his closet, trying to find something to put on the floor as a palette. He laid down, taking a pillow off the bed and shoving it under his head. He had a scowl on his face, upset that you took his bed, but when his eyes drifted to your peaceful figure, the frustration faded. A faint smile took its place, and he closed his eyes, drifting off. 

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You walked in together, greeted by your friends who, not to your surprise, were already hammered. They giggled at your reaction, as you were trying to mediate their state until you got a little into your system. You let go of Rafe’s arm and headed to the kitchen. He watched you walk away, turning towards one of your mutual friends and starting a conversation. 

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The second time was Midsummers. You came to her house early, getting ready with her. She had told you that you two would dance and drink that night. She said she was sorry and wanted to make up for what she did. You were starting to doubt her more and more with every sentence she told you, but you agreed nonetheless. 

You had a light blue dress with leg slits while she had the same, but in red. You did each others makeup while she blasted music in her bedroom. 

“I’m sorry that I ditched you that night, Y/N. It was stupid... I don’t know what I was thinking skipping out on an opportunity to hang out with you,” Sarah apologized. She powdered your face, looking into your eyes sincerely. All you did was nod and smile, hoping that would suffice. 

“I missed you, Sarah,” you muttered. 

“I know, I miss you too. So damn much,” she put her brush down and gave you a tight hug. You sank into her embrace, allowing yourself a few minutes of peace before chaos. You sighed into her shoulder. 

“Let’s get this party started!” you suddenly screamed, changing the vibe in the room. 

“You bet!” Sarah replied. She walked over to her mirror, and you stood up to look at yourself. “You look beautiful.”

“You look gorgeous,” you smiled with reassurance, stepping into your shoes and heading downstairs. Rafe met you at the bottom wearing a light blue tux. Your eyes locked, and a spark of electricity ran down from your head to your toes. You felt all warm and tingly inside just from looking at him.

“Well look at us! Did you plan this Cameron?” You teased, stepping down to the 2nd bottom step to get to his height. A smile peaked through his lips, and he tried his best to conceal it. 

“Yeah, I definitely snuck into your closet just to see what color dress you were wearing just so I could match with your lazy ass,” he snickered. 

“Oh come on, you don’t gotta be mean, Rafe. We’ve known each other for 8 years, I think it’s time to start warming up.”

“I think we’re pretty warm, considering you slept in my bed the night my sister ditched you,” he struck. You rolled your eyes at his comment, simply just brushing past him. “We were talking, Y/N!”

“We were. Now were not,” you replied briskly, swinging the door to the Cameron household open and strutting out. He stared as you walked out, entangled in your sassy personality. He loved the way you fought with him; so playful, so harmless; but somehow, it always seem to hurt him the most when you walked away. 

You had been searching for Sarah for half an hour, and you were already frustrated. The party had started and people were drinking all around you, and it made it a lot harder to see through whiskey glasses. You grabbed an unattended drink from the bar, downing it in seconds as you walked inside. 

The music muffled inside the corridor, your heels clacking on the granite floors. You began to walk up the stairs, but you heard a deep voice rumble behind you. 

“Can’t find your precious friend?” Rafe asked. You spun around, your face turning red from embarrassment. You shook your head shyly. 

“It’s fine, I knew she would leave me anyway,” you shrugged your shoulders. He scoffed, looking at you with his pupils blown. “Don’t look at me like that, dumbass.” 

You averted your gaze, but it felt as if your eyes had magnets in them, and Rafe’s were the only other ones that could lock them in place. You felt your body start to heat up as he stared at you, and your sure that your eyes were starting to get wider. You felt his hand trace up your arm, the other grabbing your waist. You let out a small gasp, trying not to show him that you were too vulnerable. His hand reached your neck, reaching around the back of it and slowly pulling you in. He stopped right when your lips were centimeters apart, waiting for you to close the gap. 

You connected your lips with his, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you. His arm snuck around your waist and pulled your hips until they bumped into his. His lips glided on top of yours so gently, not at all like what you were expecting from him. Both of your minds were wandering, but someone clearing their throat ruined the mood. You pulled away from each other, checking in the direction of the noise. Ward stood there with a smirk on his face.

“If you’re gonna kiss, go do it in private,” he winked, passing by and heading to the bathroom. He turned to look at you, giving you the ‘I’m watching you’ motion, and you giggled. You turned back to Rafe.

“What do you say we take this somewhere more private, good sir?” You joked.

“Of course M’Lady,” he smiled. 

                                   ≿————-　❈　————-≾

The smell of alcohol and weed was smothering, but you were trying to do anything to take the edge off. You had been looking forward to this party all day, and the fight with your parents early this morning didn’t help but fuel you more. You grabbed the closest bottle and took it straight, bringing it to your lips and feeling your body warm up. You kicked around the balloons that floated on the ground as you drank, swallowing swig after swig. You set down the bottle and took off your shoes, putting them on the pile in the corner before you saw Rafe headed towards you. You reached out your hands for him and screamed, “Let’s dance!” 

You dragged him out on the floor, backing up against him and grinding. He had his hands on your hips, swaying you, but he wasn’t holding you like he usually did. You spun around, trying to meet his gaze. When you turned, his eyes were preoccupied, but they snapped back to you before you could see what he was looking at. 

“What’s wrong?” Your head titled to the side in confusion, eyebrows furrowing. He shook his head.

“Nothing, sorry.”

“You sure? Cause I can get out way for you,” you retorted, rolling your eyes. You threw up your hands, exasperated, and walked to the kitchen again. He didn’t even try to follow you. You grabbed a pre-roll off the counter, pulling out the lighter in your bra. You inhaled, letting the smoke fill your lungs. Exhaling through your nose, your eyes closed and you allowed the beat of the music to flow through you. You started to sway your hips again, bringing your arms up in response. You moved towards the party again, joint still in hand. You moved through the overcrowded living room of sweaty teenagers, searching for your tree of a boyfriend. You took another drag, blowing the smoke in some strangers’ face. You couldn’t help but laugh when she made a disgusting face at you. 

The anger in your bones started to shake you when you couldn’t find Rafe. “I know damn well...”

Your thought process kicked in when you stepped out of the crowd. You stomped up the stairs, opening every door that was unlocked. You walked in on a few couples but left too quick to say sorry. You opened one door, and it was pitch black. You heard the bed stop squeaking when you entered. You flipped on the light, trying your best to make out the figures on the bed. It was a good idea, fucking a girl behind your back, but doing it in the dark so you would never suspect a thing, right? Wrong. 

“Rafe?” You shrieked, eyes settling on the half naked figure staring at you with wide eyes. You could hear the girl under him whisper to him. You smirked and advanced towards them. 

“Who is it, Rafe?” The girl asked. He stuttered, trying to find his words. He fully stood, trying to stop you from getting any closer.

“Yeah, who is it, Rafe? Who-” you pushed him back, “fucking is it?”

“Y/N, chill out,” he mediated. You laughed, looking over at the bed. 

“This bitch? Come on, if you’re gonna cheat on me, cheat on me with someone who’s prettier than me. It’s the least you can do!”

“I-I didn’t realize he had-” you interrupted the ginger.

“You, shut the fuck up and get out,” you yelled. She scrambled for her clothes, running out into the hallway with only her underwear on. You glared at him, waiting for a response. “Come on, say it big boy.”

“Y/N...” you raised your eyebrows, tilting your head in inquisitively. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, that’s all you got to say, huh?” He stayed silent. “You’re un-fucking-believable. I mean, who thought; Rafe Cameron actually being struck speechless? Bullshit!”

“Y/N, it was a mistake, I don’t know what came over me,” he apologized. His eyes were pleading, trying desperately for you to listen to him. You gestured for him to continue. “I love you, but I don’t...”

“You don’t what Rafe?” you asked. 

“I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship, Y/N!” You looked at him for a minute, trying to see if he was serious or not. His face never faltered, and you broke out into a smile. You were laughing so hard, trying not to break out crying in the process. He kept his gaze on you, his face full of confusion from your reaction. 

“You’re full of shit, Cameron! Just like the rest of your family!”

“Y/N, do we have to do this here?” Rafe pointed of the gatherings of people outside the door. 

“Do we have to- you dumb fuck!” you punched his bare chest. “Did you have to,” hit, “fuck,” hit, “that girl,” slap to the face, “here?”

“You’re a piece of shit, Rafe Cameron,” you turned and started walking out the door, the tears finally spilling from your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whimpered.

“Fuck you.”

                                  ≿————-　❈　————-≾

Cuddled up in your bed reading a book, you were interrupted by a knock on your door. “Y/N, baby, you have a visitor.”

“Who is it?” you heard feet scurrying at the door.

“It’s Sarah,” the sweet voice spoke. 

“Go away, Sarah,” you grumbled, stuffing your face in a pillow. You heard the door open and close and you rolled over on your back. 

“What do you want?” You asked harshly. She sat on the edge of the bed slowly, trying not to overstep her boundaries. 

“Look, I just wanted to say that Rafe’s been a total wreck without you the past few days-”

“Let me stop you right there; if you came over here to try to convince me to get back together with that douchebag, then you can go ahead and leave.” You sighed, throwing your head back. “I don’t wanna hear anything else about him.”

“No, God, no. I think he needed to feel some pain, kick his ass into line. I just wanted you to know how miserable you made him.”

“He made himself miserable,” you sat up, looking at her eyes for the first time in weeks. You missed the delicate features that you used to see every day. 

“I know, sorry. I’m just sorry that he did that to you, and I just feel like it’s my fault.”

“Honestly, it mostly is. You ditched me and he gave me comfort. It was just my stupid decision that led me to fall for him.”

“Well, didn’t expect the guilt trip today, but I guess I deserve that,” she chuckled. “Can we please start over? I’m so sorry for all the shit I did to you, and I’m sorry about how it all ended up. I miss my best friend.”

She gave you the pouty face which she knew you could resist. You thought about it for a few seconds before agreeing. 

“Fine, but don’t expect me to get along with your brother.” She squealed and clapped her hands together, giving you a caste kiss on the cheek. 

You looked at her and smiled.

“I fucking missed you.”

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Satisfied, Part 51

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She rested her head back against the wall -- a mistake, there was now water streaming down her face, but one she had accepted. “Hey, Riddler, what happened to your whole ‘we’re not killing kids’ thing?”

“Sorry, kids, but you’re both 18! Fair game!”

She rolled her eyes. “You just called us kids.”

There was a short silence, then Riddler mumbled something that sounded like it might have been ‘shut up.’

Damian worked at attempting to break his bindings with his rock. It was apparently much harder than you’d see in movies, because he was making seemingly no progress.

“Y’know this is a really boring puzzle!” She yelled.

She felt a hand smack her leg and cursed, drawing her knees to her chest and glaring at Damian.

“Can you not taunt the guy who’s trying to kill us?”

“What’s he gonna do? Try and kill us harder?”

“Yes! We at least have a chance of escaping right now!”

She rolled her eyes.

For a while, all that they could hear was the steady stream of water, the clanking of their manacles, and the sharp sound of rock striking metal.

And then Damian managed to pull himself free. He stared at his broken chains for a second, apparently just as shocked as Marinette was that he’d managed to get that to work, and then went to breaking Marinette’s bindings.

This would have been all well and good if the water wasn’t already creeping up her neck.

She sat up as straight as she could, but it wouldn’t be good for long. Even if it would be, she didn’t know how long she could hold the position. The cold water made her muscles ache from the strain of even keeping her neck up.

She bit the inside of her cheek…

She interlocked her fingers in front of her and held them out to him.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

“I’ll help you vault up. Get out and beat him up for me, will you?”

He gave a quiet sigh of annoyance and continued to try his hardest to break at least one chain on her wrist. “Shut up. I’m not leaving you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Dami…”

“Nope! Shut up!”

She didn’t know what to do. She had no clue and she hated it. There definitely wasn’t a way for both of them to get out, there was no way Damian could break her chains in time. She could tell he knew that, could see it in the frantic way he struck the metal, but then why wouldn’t he stop? The water wouldn’t reach the top, and the walls were too slick to climb. He needed to vault up soon, while she still had enough energy to give him a boost.

He needed to get out while he still could.

She caught his hand on his next strike and held him there. “Dami… please, you have to get out, okay?” She whispered.

He sighed and looked at the rock in his hands, then his eyes widened slightly. He dropped the rock.

“The hell? That worked --?” She began, but then he shoved his hand in her face. She raised her eyebrows. “Nice?”

“Look closer.”

She snickered and glanced it over, then her eyes snapped back to his fingers.

To the industrial steel ring.

She cursed.

He leaned over her and pressed a hand to her chains. “Cataclysm.”

The illusion crumbled to dust around them.

The warm air brought her to her senses in a flash of pain as her body attempted to adapt. She curled inward on herself instinctively, screwing her eyes shut. She reached out and tapped the nearest surface twice. She could hear movement beside her but it took a moment for her to get over the feeling of her skin cracking from the sudden change.

She pried her eyes open and cringed at the Wayne Manor guest room they were in. She was laying on a bed, it seemed. Damian was next to her, though he was quickly getting up. In the corner was a very concerned and confused Riddler.

Marinette managed to pull herself together. Her hands went to her utility belt and she cursed. Empty.

Great, so Riddler had the horse and fox miraculous.

She doubted he would have found much use for the horse miraculous, though him having it was problematic for some of her future plans.

But the fox miraculous…

Well, he’d already shown what he’d wanted to do. The idea of him being able to make insane death traps (because, ultimately, any damage someone took in an illusion transferred over) without any need to ground it in reality? To make them without a paper trail for them all to follow? To be able to hide his victims in plain sight? It was terrifying, and she wasn’t about to just let him have it.

She held her hands up placatingly as Riddler’s hands went to his flute. 

“I don’t want to fight!” The two men looked at her and she gave a somewhat sheepish smile. “Seriously, I don’t. I want to make a deal.”

Ultimately, it was far safer that way. The fox miraculous was a tricky one to deal with, she didn’t want to have to directly engage with it if she could get around it.

She and Damian exchanged looks. He sent her a wary look and she rolled her eyes. After they glared at each other for a bit he finally stepped out of the room, shutting it behind him. She relaxed slightly and slowly scooted her way to the end of the bed.

“Cards?” She asked, giving a bright smile.

His eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he nodded. He took a seat a safe distance away, setting his flute down in his lap in case. She pulled out her yoyo and summoned a deck. She let him shuffle and deal.

“How’d you know? Was the ring the wrong color or something?” Asked Riddler as he handed over half of the deck.

She gave a smile and they started playing war. “Give us the miraculi and I’ll tell you.”

“No.”

Marinette shrugged. Fair enough. She would have been stunned if that actually worked. She bit the inside of her cheek.

“Right, what do you want?”

She nodded slightly. “I want the miraculi back and to have your word that you won’t tell the Rogues my identity.”

“And I get…?”

“I’ll help you get an insanity plea.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “I’m not insane.”

“Sure, you aren’t,” she said in a gentle tone. “But I’m sure you could find some use for it.”

She let his mind wander to what it would mean. Even if she had no intention of getting him or any of the other Rogues into Arkham (they seemed utterly incompetent and there had to be other asylums around), she let him think that she would. She wasn’t directly lying, really. Just giving minimal information and allowing them to draw incorrect conclusions.

He sighed. “I. De. Clare. War.”

“I. De. Clare. War.” She collected her winnings and looked up at him. “So, what do you think?”

“Why would you help me out like that?”

“A lot of reasons, really, but mostly because I care about you and the other Rogues.”

His hands paused and, after a moment’s thought, he nodded. “Fine. But if you don’t do the insanity plea…”

“You have the right to tell the entire world my identity, I’ll get you a press conference myself.”

He stared her down for a few moments, probably trying to gauge her truthfulness, and then he nodded and slowly handed over the miraculi.

She breathed a sigh of relief and put them away. She tossed her Lucky Charm up and watched it disintegrate. “Right, I’m going to have to make it look like I beat you.”

“Of course.”

“Sorry,” she mumbled, wrapping him in her yoyo and pulling him out the door.

Damian raised his eyebrows. “It worked?”

She grinned. “Obviously. I’m a genius. Also, geniuses don’t have to carry Rogues, so… good luck!”

She handed off the yoyo to Damian before he could react and jumped out the nearest window.

She brushed some stray leaves out of her hair (she’d fallen straight into a hedge, ow) and made her way into the courtyard.

She felt herself relax a little when she saw that everything seemed to be alright. There wasn’t any blood, so no one had died in her absence, and she could see all the Rogues tied up by a fountain. Great.

The bats were circling the Rogues carefully, making sure no one escaped. As she looked closer, though, she could see their stress in the tenseness of their shoulders.

The first person to spot them was Dick, who ran forward and wrapped her in a tight hug.

“Euh…?” She murmured, giving him a short pat on the back. “What’s with all the hugging?”

“You were gone for three hours! What the hell?! We thought you died!”

She felt the blood leave her face. She didn’t even know that was a real thing, she thought that was just something you read about in books, but she’d managed it. The world around her felt cold.

3 hours…?

She forced an awkward laugh and pulled away. “Yeah, we were just dealing with one of Riddler’s traps. He’s annoying. Damian’s bringing him down the regular way.”

Dick nodded slightly, then a frown came over his face. “Wait, Riddler?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Yeah…? That’s… what I said?” She said slowly.

“Not Joker?”

“No, obviously not… why?”

He sighed and pointed at the Rogue pile. Marinette raised her eyebrows slightly, glancing over the faces.

Harley Scarecrow, Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Penguin… And Riddler on the way…

But no Joker.

~~~

*frantically googling how to write a climax* *it doesn’t help at all* *struggling author sounds*

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I don’t get why writers these days are so obsessed with subverting expectations. People guessing what’s happening feels great. Like, yesssss all that work foreshadowing wasn’t for nothing

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Playing With Fire Ch. 3

Ignition

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You’ve decided. You’re going to marry Maki. 

You’re going to marry her and adopt Sputter and Flare, and you’ll all live happily ever after in the cathedral and- 

You’re broken out of your thoughts when Maki smacks you so hard you literally see stars and throws you on the ground. 

“... owe.”

If everything else hadn’t cemented the fact that you were really living inside Fire Force, the pain of Maki’s fist and the hard concrete under your cheek sure would have. Holy hell, how was she so strong?

You roll over on your back to look up at her. 

“I bet,” you begin, “that you could bench press me if you really wanted to.”

Maki’s cheeks pink and she huffs down at you. “Why aren’t you using your pyrokinesis? Do you think I can’t handle it?”

I have no idea how to do that! 

“Nope, Nope! I’m sure you could wipe the floor with me, it’s not that miss!” You said quickly. “I was just in awe of you, sorry,” you salute quickly, and watch pink crawl across Maki’s face. 

So cute!! 

“H-honestly! At least use your spear!” 

You perk up. Spear? The Sun Spear? Is that what you have here? An answer! Finally! An answer! 

Maki takes your surprise for something else. “No one told you that they’d sent it over ahead of you? You should really keep better of your gear.” 

You dip your head quickly. “Yes, yes. Sorry. Can you show me where it is, please?” 

“Sure,” Maki smiles at you, “We’re about done for now, anyhow. Let’s go back inside and wash up. Sister Iris and Shinra should be waiting.” 

Maki takes you back into the cathedral, away from the training area on the roof. The cathedral really is pretty run down. The walls could use a good scrubbing, the floor boards either need to be replaced or are missing entirely, and there’s a lot of cracks in the tile and missing corners. The windows are fine, if not dusty, and the stained glass pieces are really beautiful. The whole place smells faintly of burnt wood and gun oil. It’s not bad, but its certainly unfamiliar. Everything is so vivid. The way it smells. The sound of the building settling, and the birds outside, and the voices of your new comrades. 

It’s amazing. 

Kinda terrifying, but crazy cool too. 

After a quick shower for each of you Maki shows you to the weapons room, where a long, thin case is rested against a wall between two racks of guns. Obi’s shield is propped up in one corner, along with a couple of his weird stabbing things that he puts infernals to rest with. You’ve been here two days now, and you’ve seen him use it twice.

You don’t know how, but you know instinctively that that case belongs to you. 

You go to it. There’s a strap along the back, like the kind on a violin case. You carefully set it on a table, mindful of the bullets stacked on top of it. With a few clicks you undo the buttons on either end and open up the case. Inside is a long staff, deep red in color and capped at the bottom with copper colored metal that curves into a diamond point. On the opposite end is a thin band of the same metal, that reveals the inside to be hollow. 

You pick it up carefully, testing its weight in your hands. It feels natural. Even though you’ve never actually fought with a spear before your body knows where to hold it, and how to spin it around elegantly until you’re facing Maki again. Your body knows how much space you’re taking up, and how not to hit the walls, while your brain geeks out over the fact that you’re actually holding the Sun Lance. 

So cool! 

Is it conceited to say that you’re super cool? Or that this was hella badass? 

You were almost bouncing on your toes you were so excited. 

“Wow, I didn’t know you missed your spear this much,” Maki smiled at you. “You look good with it.” 

“Aha, you think so? It’s just nice to have it I guess. This has been, I dunno. An adventure already. I’m in a strange place, with strange people, and I’m in an awfully dangerous situation. It’s been an adjustment, ya know?” 

You feel like a fool for rambling, but Maki smiles at you kindly. 

“I understand. Even though I was raised in a military family, it took me a while to get used to life as a fire soldier too. Don’t worry too much about it, and you know, we’re always here to help. It’s not like you have to go it alone.” 

You’re heart warms with her words. “Yeah. Thank you, Maki. You’re really a nice person.” 

Once the Sun Lance is safe in its case the two of you leave the armory, and make your way to the dorm rooms. 

Since the company is so small, each person gets their own room. In bigger companies you would be in actually dorms, or barracks, but the eighth only has Obi, Hinawa, Maki, Sister Iris, Shinra, and yourself. Arthur will be here soon too, and Tamaki. Your small company will grow soon. 

Your own room ended up being at the top of one of the towers on the west side of the cathedral, opposite of the garage. Which meant that last night, when the alarm had gone off, you’d been the last to arrive at the Matchbox. Near the garage are the locker rooms, and the communal showers, although there’s more bathrooms scattered through the base. 

In the center of the cathedral is the courtyard where Sister Iris purifies herself, and grows flowers. 

It’s really a nice place. 

“Thank you,” you say again, and Maki nods to you and leaves you to climb the steps on your own. You shut the door and lock it behind you. 

Your room is scant, all things considered. A bunk bed it pushed into each corner, with a desk underneath it. You’ve claimed the one nearest to the window. There’s a wardrobe on the opposite side, and a small, stocky book shelf. 

You need to hang up some pictures or get a rug or something. It’s entirely impersonal. 

You rest your Sun Lance up against the corner by the window and go to sit at the desk under your bed. You’ve already unpacked your few belongings into the wardrobe and the drawers of the desk, including the diary from ‘Fuyuki’. 

Your ‘sister’. The game honestly hadn’t told you a whole lot about her. Just that she disappeared, and what few flashbacks you would have now and again. Like the one you got when you touched your ring and the lighter.  

You open it up with careful hands. 

Inside the handwriting is familiar, even if the words aren’t. There’s no mistaking your hand writing. It looks like a serial killer in a movie has left a ransom note made out of letters cut out of magazines. 

I wonder if there’s cereal in the kitchen. 

You always think better when you’re snacking. 

To keep your thoughts in order, you scatterbrain.

<3 Fuyuki 

 The first entry is dated for 193 AC. After the Cataclysm. It’s 198 now, so this was given to MAIN (to you?) five years ago. That would have been right before she graduated the fire academy and joined her company. A year before she disappeared, around 194. 

It feels invasive to read the diary of the person whos life you’ve taken over, but you need answers and you don’t have a lot of options here. 

I can’t believe Fuyuki gave me a diary! That’s so lame, and super girly. I don’t really want to write in it, but she gave it to me so I guess I should? Even if I am kinda mad at her. She left to go to school years ago and she never comes home! She’s so mean but then she’s nice and its so frustrating! Not fair. Stupid sister. 

But i’ll try i guess. There’s not much else to do in the house. None of the other kids really wanna play with me, and the Yagi’s are busy watching the littler kids. And maybe i’ll have kids and their kids will have kids will have kids will have kids and i’ll be their super cool ancestor and they’ll read this for inspiration or something. 

Good god, how old were they when they started writing this? Twelve? How old even were you? 

Fuck it. 

You kept reading. They/you weren’t a regular writer, with long months going between entries. Some of them were sad, some of them were happy, most of them were angry. They had a lot of complicated feelings on the sister who had abandoned them to what was basically a group home outside Asakusa, and then bitterness at themselves for being so angry when she disappeared. But most of it wasn’t that useful. It was about grades and teachers, and grief. They got into a lot of fights, and they were something of a scrapper. They were briefly enrolled in martial arts classes, but they had to quit because they were too rough with the other kids. So they were a scrapper, but that wasn’t anything related to fire. 

You rubbed your temples and glared at the diary. How did it answer your questions but leave you with more? 

Why is this my life now? 

So much here didn’t make sense, nonetheleast the fact that you were here to begin with. Well. At least you finally knew what your pyrokinesis was right? Even if using it was nearly impossible, and you couldn’t make sense of everything. 

Of course, there were plenty of things in this world that didn’t make sense. Like how sound could turn fire into ice. 

Bringing back the dead made more sense than that! 

You cross your arms and glare at the diary. So far the only useful bit is the part where you’ve had some decent training. Everything else is just the most vague information about the investigation into her sister’s disappearance. That much you already knew, although you didn’t have time to read everything in it. There were big gaps that you just knew were holding important information! 

At a loss, you flipped to the very last written on page, halfway through, and froze. 

Staring back at you was your own face. A small picture. It was your resume for the squad assignments, with your own check boxes and preferences listed. Underneath it was the list you had written before, of Everything You Knew. It was short, with little screen caps here and there. You flipped the page and found it filling itself in with ink that didn’t come from a pen, finishing up what it started on the page before. 

A new page started, this one listed your stats. 

In game there were a hundred levels. You had gotten maybe halfway through? A third if you rounded down. And it listed your level at 40. Underneath had your attack power, defense, stamina, agility, and your special moves. 

You were weirdly well rounded. Three out of five bars for everything, except the SM, which only had one. 

But, you hadn’t put that there! 

You quickly flipped it back and forth before you went to the very, very last page in the diary. On the back cover the ink finally finished filling out. A progress bar. 

You stared at it for a long, long time, trying to work over everything was happening. 

So. 

Now you knew what you could do. Just not how to do it. 

You were out of options at this point. You were just going to have to suck it up. 

You were going to have to ask someone for help directly. 

 ~

Shinra looks up from his work when you plop into the seat across from him, your arms crossed across your chest. It would be a lie to say you’re not nervous. You’re not even totally sure how you’re supposed to ask these questions, but you don’t have any other way to go about this any more. 

You tried the diary. You’ve spent two and a half days trying to get your ignition ability to work without help. Admittedly, you hadn’t even know how your ability was meant to manifest at the time, but even now you can’t get it to work.  

“Oh, hey there,” Shinra offers you an awkward smile. You grin right back, trying to project as much happy-go-lucky-nothing-wrong-here-!-  as you can. It’s made easier by the fact that prior to a few days ago, no one here had known you as anything more than a passing acquaintance. 

“Hi Shinra. I’ve got a weird question for you,” you announce bluntly. 

Shinra looks a little more wary, and he’s starting to smile. 

“Oh yeah? What is it?” 

“Ah, it’s pretty simple actually. How do you activate your abilities?” 

“Huh?” 

“How do you-” 

“No, I heard you,” he holds up his hand to cup you off. “It’s just a weird question.” 

“Hey man, I told you it was gonna be one.” 

You stare at each other for a long minute before Shinra huffs and looks towards the ceiling. He might not be the best person to ask. Maybe you should ask Maki, but Shinra makes you feel secure and you trust him more than anyone else just yet. 

“How do I activate my abilities? I dunno. I guess for me it’s more like I have to turn it off.” 

You tilt your head, listening intently to Shinra. 

“When I was a kid… I had a hard time controlling my flames. They started up suddenly, and burned through my shoes and pants. I ended up wearing these extinguisher boots, and shorts, so I wouldn’t destroy everything around me. It took a long time to figure out what was going on, but someone finally explained it to me. For a lot of third generation pyrokinetics, the thing that triggers out ability is the memory of the first time they happened.” 

You falter. “But, wait. Didn’t yours activate when-” 

“Yeah,” he cuts in, shooting you a grin that’s anything but happy. Your heart clenches in your chest. 

“Oh god, Shinra…” That meant that every time he used his powers, he had to remember his mother’s ‘death’ and his brother's disappearance. He had to think of pain and fear and grief, and he used his flames so often-

“It’s okay,” he cuts in. You can’t imagine what kind of face you’re making. “It was painful at first, and it still is, but it’s a good reminder for what I’m fighting for, and why I’m working so hard towards that goal. I will find a way to stop human combustion. I will make sure no one else ever has to grieve the way I did.”  

“Shinra,” you say softly. “You really are something.” 

Shinra tries to shrug off your words, but his smile is a little more genuine. “I just wanna be a hero.” 

“You will be,” you promise him. It’s all you can do not to tell him the truth then and there. His mother is alive, and suffering. His brother is alive, and suffering. 

They need help. 

But you hold your tongue. You don’t have any way of proving it to him, and there’s already so many things that are different here than they were in the game, or the show. Your presence being one of them. 

You let out a breath. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up something so painful.” 

Shinra shakes his head. “What made you ask?” 

“Honestly?” you rubbed the back of your neck, “I’ve been having trouble using my abilities since we left the academy. I thought maybe if I asked you how you do it, I might be able to figure it out.” 

Shinra looks startled. “Really? I guess that explains why you haven’t used them in the last few days. You never really held back when we were training.” 

“Sorry to disappoint?” you offer lamely. “I just can’t figure it out.” 

“Well… Have you thought about when you first activated your powers?” 

“That’s just it,” you say sadly. “I don’t remember when it happened at all. So that’s not really an option for me.” 

“Oh.” 

You frown, and draw in on yourself. You can’t help it. You have no way to activate the powers you now know you have, and you’re in a bad place to be powerless in general. Not to mention these people are going to expect you to help, and you can’t help, and if you can’t help then- 

Shinra’s hands land on your shoulders, startling you. It’s a warm touch, one that sinks into you with comfort and kindness. Shinra looks seriously at you, his red eyes bright and intent. 

“Whatever happens, I know you’ll figure it out, and I’ll help you as much as I can. Even if I have to protect you in missions for now. So put your trust in me for now, okay?” 

Your heart thumps hard in your chest and heat spreads through your body. It grows hotter and hotter, centering somewhere in your chest and your back. 

Light blooms behind you and you barely turn your head to see a flicker of white fire over your shoulders, wings stretching over your back. They’re small, going no further down than you’re elbows and no further up than your jaw, pale and white and glowing. 

You recognize the feeling in your chest with a start. 

It’s care. Friendship. You want to help them. You want to fight for them and earn and keep their trust. The flickering embers of love bloom into a fire across your shoulders and flutter with undistinguished feather’s. 

~ ~

A/N So! Phoenix is my favorite power, but everyone else seemed inclined towards the Sun Lance, so I smashed them both together!

If you’re so inclined, let me know what you think :D

#fire force #fire force x reader #shinra kusakabe #shinra kusakabe x reader #reader insert #enen no shouboutai x reader

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Of All the Colors | Jaehyun

Genre: good old fashioned romance, a tiiiiiny bit of angst if you squint but i smother it in fluff

Summary: A series of moments you fell in love with Jung Jaehyun represented by the colors of the rainbow.

Word Count: 7.1k

A/N: yes, i know purple technically isn’t in the roygbiv category, but for my sake let’s pretend 🤧

red - you had taken me out for spaghetti on our third date. you told me you really liked me and looked fearless even though the marinara sauce stained your white shirt and you didn’t know. your ears were just as red if i squinted, but my face was redder so i can’t say much.

“Are you okay?” It was a simple question, but Jaehyun treated it like it was a matter of life or death. He chuckled lightly and continued to push his food around the plate. You kept your eyes on his hands. They had the tendency to drift from his food to his face. He hadn’t eaten since getting his food, and you were almost a third done with your meal.

“I’m fine,” he said. He hoped you didn’t catch the way his hand shook when holding the fork. To be honest, you completely intimidated him. Intimidated him enough so that asking you out on another date make him feel like he was about to combust. Yet the feeling was so, so addicting and he just had to feel that way again. He finally lifted his fork up to eat some of his food. His nerves were so strong that he didn’t notice the bit that slipped off his fork and onto his chest. His crisp white dress shirt that he wore to the dinner with you was clearly stained. You couldn’t comment due to him speaking up again. “Listen, I’m sorry I’m acting this way.”

You quelled the thousands of thoughts rushing in your head and waited for him to continue. When he didn’t you decided to speak in his stead and gauge his reaction. “It’s no big deal. I was just concerned to see you acting so different than before.” It was true. Jaehyun had not been this silent or fidgety since you had first gone out. He’d been very charming and all smiles the entire two weeks of talking and meeting up. Now? You were beginning to wonder whether or not he was actually interested in you, even though he was the one who asked to out for a nice dinner. You wondered if the past two dates and constant chattering and texting were all a fluke. This wouldn’t have been the first time you were strung along like this, and Jaehyun was showing all the same signs as the others. He avoided your questions or questioning glances. When you tried to initiate some flirtatious skin contact, he practically jumped away. You liked him… a lot. You could only hope that he wasn’t going to suggest you just stay as friends and he was trying to be nice about it. Which would then lead to both of you ghosting each other…

Jaehyun cleared his throat and you stopped twirling your fork in the air. There wasn’t any spaghetti collected on it, but you hadn’t realized since his nerves were getting to you as well. “I just… I think…” He hummed as he collected his thoughts. Your heart was dropping to your stomach and you no longer wanted your spaghetti. You wished he just delivered it cold to you instead of beating around the bush. “I just wanted to say that I’ve been enjoying my time with you.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a little huff. “But…?” Jaehyun blinked quickly and stared back into your awaiting eyes in shock. He caught on quickly as to what you were trying to pull out from him. Or, rather, what you thought he was trying to hide.

“I didn’t mean—It’s not—Look, what I’m trying to say is…” Jaehyun took a deep breath to steady himself. He wouldn’t mess up now. The confident gleam in his eyes took you completely off guard. It was so different than the timid glances from before. “I really, really like you.”

These words you were not expecting. His intense gaze made your face turn red. You had your fair share of dating and love, but Jaehyun’s words made you feel like it was your first crush… your first love. Maybe it was his earnest stare, or his blunt words, or maybe you were just flushed from being proved wrong. Perhaps a combination of all three. He didn’t wait for you to respond and continued going on.

“I want to continue doing this, seeing you. I really like you and am interested in dating you. If you’re also on the same page, we’ll take it from there.” Jaehyun patiently waited and took another bite of his food to make sure he wouldn’t shake in front of you. By leaning his head closer to the plate, you were able to see the redness of his ears… but you yourself were too focused on processing his words to notice. His sudden confession was the last thing you were expecting that night, that’s for sure. You reached over and grabbed his free hand and his smiled at you, false confidence on display for the sake of saving face. You didn’t even need to think about your response after seeing the hope in his eyes and dimples by his cheeks.

“I like you, too. A lot. Where do we go now?” The warmth never left your face as you said this, and you quickly jerked your hand back to fiddle with your hair after Jaehyun’s smile somehow got even brighter. He quietly exhaled in relief. The redness in your face remained the rest of the night, but it lacked the anxious pounding in your ears. His jitters remained, but they stemmed from his excitement rather than anxiousness. In his happy state he didn’t even notice that he spilled more sauce on the cuffs of his shirt. And he surely wouldn’t have noticed the spilled wine on your dress from when you couldn’t stop smiling.

He hid a shy smile from behind his food. “Happy day one.”

orange - three weeks after we officially started dating, we went to get ice cream and you chose the orange sherbet, which i teased you about. the cashier asked if we were together. when saying yes, you slipped up and called me your wife on accident. i thought it was cute. they meant if we were paying together.

The weekend was hot, which inspired the impromptu visit to the ice cream parlor. You and Jaehyun were supposed to be going on a double date with one of his friends and his girlfriend. It was kind of a big step in terms of how early in the relationship it would be to hang out with his friends, especially with a best friend. Jaehyun argued that he hadn’t met Johnny’s girlfriend and that he was a relaxed character, so it would be fine. You knew deep down he also wanted to officially call you his girlfriend to others. You wanted to hear it, too.

The AC was a welcome hit to your sweaty skin and Jaehyun squeezed your hand as the both of you paused after entering. Both of you sighed in relief and smiled politely at the cashiers who welcomed you in.

You breathed happily and gestured into the parlor. “Where to first, good sir?”

Jaehyun let out a small laugh and merrily led you towards the counter. His arm swings your interlocked hands and he takes the moment your hands come back to intertwine your fingers. You couldn’t stop the smile easily gracing your features even if you wanted.

You’re the first to order when someone comes by to help the two of you. A scoop of vanilla with another one of mint chocolate chip. Jaehyun scrunched his nose when you order and clasped his hands behind his back. He smiled cheekily and you rolled your eyes when he leaned forward. His face was mischievously close to yours and his warmth radiated easily. A slight blush rose up your cheeks as his sly chuckles caused him to breathe coolly on your neck.

“Don’t say anything, Jae. I actually like this flavor.” You mimicked his scrunched nose. “It’s an acquired taste.”

He stuck his tongue out at you and was helped to his own cup. You began to take your wallet out while he was ordering. Jaehyun easily saw this out of the corner of his eyes and paused halfway through his sentence to fumble for his own wallet.

“Here, I-“

“I got it.” He doesn’t even have room to protest as you repeat the words to the cashier in front of you. This caused Jaehyun to move even faster, not wanting you to cover both of your ice creams.

“No! No, I got it.” Jaehyun was still in the process of getting his wallet open until your hand closed his wallet and keeping it in his hand. He stopped in his tracks and gave you a firm glare. “I said I got it.” He was challenging you to back down. But the smirk on your face made him think twice about trying to convince you.

The cashier turned towards you once Jaehyun lowered his hand and stuffed his wallet back in his pocket with an annoyed sigh. “You got it?”

“I got it.” They smiled and start ringing you up. There was an amused smile plastered on their face.

“Are you together?” Hearing that, Jaehyun jumped up and was no longer bugged by your insistence.

“Yeah! Me and my wife have been together for almost a month now.” You couldn’t even mask your shock at Jaehyun’s slip up. However, he hadn’t even noticed it. He was too excited to be mentioning that you two were together to realize, and too excited to word it correctly. The word rang in your head multiple times and caused your heart to pound. You’d been excited to be introduced as his girlfriend, but his wife? Even with how young your relationship was… let’s just say it didn’t sound too bad.

“I meant if you were paying together.” Jaehyun only nodded, still not processing what happened. The cashier eyed the both of you knowingly and rang up your cups. You took care of paying smoothly and off you went to meet up with Jaehyun’s friends. He hummed happily to a tune he had heard on the radio on the drive to town. The slip up seemed to be the last thing on his mind, and you knew you had to bring it up in the presence of his friends to tease him. For now, you’d let him remain blissfully unaware of his fate.

“Orange sherbet?” Jaehyun looked at his ice cream and back to you, confused. He raised an eyebrow to mirror yours.

“What about it?”

“Oh, nothing.” You sang. “I just didn’t think anyone ate that besides my grandpa and my crazy aunt.” He scoffed and you only giggled at him.

“It’s an acquired taste.” He mimicked your words and you rolled your eyes in a silly way. Jaehyun gazed at you with such a fondness you’d melt on the spot along with your ice cream. But you never noticed as you were too distracted with eating.

“Happy?” He asked. His fond gaze was warmer than the sun, as it always would be. You only nodded at him and stole a bite of his ice cream. It wasn’t much of a steal as he had made it easier to access by moving it closer to you when you made the motion to eat it. It tasted citrusy and sweet. You kissed his lips next, something that was also an easy task as Jaehyun eagerly leaned into it and met you halfway. You hummed and licked your lips.

“With you? Very.”

yellow - we move in together after six months and decide we might want to paint the walls. i suggest the kitchen should be white, you want the bedroom to be grey. we make a good compromise painting yellow sunflowers along the bottom of the hallway to make it easy and fun. we did not get into a paint fight.

“I’m just saying, we spend a lot of time in the kitchen together. It’d be nice not to have to look at the tacky seafoam green all the time.”

“And I’m saying with how long we spend in the bedroom…” Jaehyun’s voice trailed off as he swung behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Jaehyun!” You whispered sternly through gritted teeth. You had uttered the two syllables of his name harshly and yet he still payed you no mind. He began to sway with you in his arms and nuzzled his face into your neck. “We are in public.”

“What?” He drawled lazily into your ear. He kissed up your neck to your ear and just when you started to become putty in his hands he twirled away and looked at the countless paint swatches on the wall. The smug look on his face did nothing to calm the erratic beating of your heart. “I was just referring to…”

You gave him the side eye and picked out another color. “Referring to…?”

“How long we spend in bed-“

“I dare you to finish that sentence, Jung.”

“-Watching movies!” He played an innocent type of act with you and you playfully swat his arm. The goofy smile on his face remained even as he gave you a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “We spend a lot of time in bed watching movies that make you laugh and scream and cry and ignore lil’ ol’ me because you want to cuddle a popcorn bowl instead of the boyfriend you moved in with just to cuddle everyday.”

“That’s because if you hold it the popcorn will go flying. You can never sit still and jump more than I do during horror movies.” Jaehyun wanted to rebut until he picked out another grey swatch. It was almost identical to the grey one he picked out earlier except it was slightly lighter. You had to hold the two colors up to each other to be sure.

“How about this one? I think it’ll go good with the sheets and the curtains.”

“Jae, the sheets and curtains don’t even match.” He shrugged and pouted when you motioned for him to put it back.

“The color matches both of them separately though.” Jaehyun went back to perusing the endless sea of greys while you looked at the variants at white. It surprised you at how many there were, but at least it allowed you to stick close to Jaehyun as the whites blended into the greys. The both of you had stayed connected by your pinkies. It was kind of cheesy and silly, but it was the most convenient way for one of you to get as far as possible to search for other possible paints without disconnecting. While you were looking at the potential of the browns and beiges, Jaehyun looked back at the cart.

Only when he let go of your hand, your pinky actually, did you notice why he was staring so long at the shopping cart. There were some items in there that you were planning on incorporating in your now shared living space. There were some towels, extra pillows, sheets, and even some random decor that you thought would look cute. Jaehyun picked up the little painting you had arbitrarily placed in the cart.

“Why is this $16.99?” It was a painting of a little flower field overlooking the sea. You didn’t even know where you were going to place it. You also weren’t sure why you had picked it out in the first place. Jaehyun scrunched his face as he looked it over again and then back to you. “And why does this have a strangely shaped mermaid?”

“Where?” He pointed to the mermaid on the beach that was definitely a little wonky shaped. “Oh. She looks like a blob head.” A little laugh erupted from Jaehyun and he cheekily eyed you again.

“Reminds me of someone in the mornings. Your bedhead makes you look more like Ursula’s legs from The Little Mermaid, though.”

“Shut up, Jae!” You hit his arm again, but you were laughing as well. You gave the painting another once over and pursed your lips. “Yeah, I dunno why I put that in there. I like the sunflowers in it, though. It makes the place look bright. It’s cute.”

Jaehyun held the painting out again and walked it over to some other colors. You merely watched him as he grabbed a couple swatches and started comparing the colors to the ones in the painting. When he was satisfied, he came back up to you and passed you the swatches to judge for yourself.

“Let’s paint the hallway instead!” You squinted at the painting and then gazed back up at his happy face. He looked very much like a young child with his smile.

“We’re not painting a whole mural of this thing.” Jaehyun grabbed your arms and shook you a little, laughing a little at your statement and then rubbing his nose on yours.

“No! Let’s paint the flowers along the hallway. It’ll be fun and make it look like we’re walking in the field of sunflowers.” The idea didn’t seem that bad. Picturing the hallway with flowers along the lower trim actually looked kind of cute and made a bland wall full of life. It’d also be more fun than figuring out where to put the painting and end up throwing it out or giving it away. “What do you say, baby?”

Mulling over the idea a little more, you found yourself unable to deny the little dimples and crinkles by his eyes. “Why not?” The little jump Jaehyun did entertained you and it seemed like he liked the painting way more than you did all of a sudden. “I can’t guarantee that it’ll look good, though.”

Jaehyun planted a happy kiss on your lips as he looked at the swatches again. “I mean, I took an art class before.” He looked at your unbelieving face. “…In high school. But I passed with an A!” Your hands on your hips made him sigh. “An A-… it was a solid 90, almost a B+.”

Instead of replying you laughed and placed your hand in his again. He lifted your hands up to place a content kiss on the back of yours and placed the painting on a random shelf. Jaehyun was absolutely giddy to get to paint with you and make your home… a home. Even though some of the flowers were more weirdly shaped than others, you made do as some of the yellow sunflowers had heart petals instead. A lot of references also made it easier to design better looking sunflowers. By the time you had finished painting the wall, you had also begun painting each other and making a mess of each other’s clothes. Tied within the endless giggling and screaming were whispered ‘I love you’s as you held the other close only to run away after smearing yellow and green paint on each other’s faces.

green - our one-year anniversary, i had just got in a dress i ordered online. they gave me a green dress instead of the blue one i ordered, and i didn’t have anything to wear for the night. you brought out an old neon green tuxedo you had as a joke for your sophomore homecoming to match me. they didn’t match and it was two sizes too small, but you wore it out anyways. the colors didn’t match exactly, but we made it work.

You were so frustrated you wanted to cry. Jaehyun would be getting back from work soon to pick you up for your one-year anniversary dinner and you were nowhere near ready. The dress you ordered from an online shopping site had just come in on time when you got home. Showering and doing a bit of chores that had to be done didn’t give you time to open up your package and try on the dress until it was pretty late, an hour until Jaehyun would be home. This was a mistake as your order was, in fact, a mistake.

Instead of a deep navy blue dress, a foresty green kind of dress sat mockingly in the box. You had quickly fumbled to get your receipts and order information to see who it was who screwed up. Another sigh left your lips as you ran your hand through your hair and angrily leered at the green dress. You had planned to match Jaehyun’s crisp blue suit that he had hanging by the bathroom for after his own shower. Sure, you had some other dresses, but you wanted to match with him for a special day. It also would have been nice to dress up for Jaehyun in something new. Had you figured this out earlier you would have been able to do some last-minute shopping for another dress.

In the midst of your anger and panic, you didn’t even notice the sound of Jaehyun coming back home until he called out to you. He had found you in the room and there was a dopey smile on his face as he poked his head through the door. “Hey, baby! I’m home and you weren’t there to greet me with my welcome back kisses.”

“Jae! I didn’t even notice you came home.” You jumped and Jaehyun’s grin quickly turned into a small frown. He became quickly concerned by the obvious irritated features on your face and lack of enthusiasm.

“Hey, what’s up? What happened?” He neared you and you roughly grabbed the material of the dress and held it up.

“This! They gave me the wrong order.” Jaehyun gently took the balled-up dress from your hands and unfolded it. He then held it up to your form and made a thinking noise. When he told you it looked fine anyways you sighed but felt slightly calmer this time. The frustration was fading and instead it was being replaced with disappointment and guilt. “It was supposed to be blue. I wanted us to match.”

“Why not use that other blue dress you have? It’s a pretty blue. It’s looks good on you.”

“It’s a royal blue. It looks brighter than your suit.” The stoic face you got in response made you want to roll your eyes at your own silliness. “It’s fine. It’s dumb.” You sighed and Jaehyun watched you carefully. After thinking some more, Jaehyun opened up the closet. He began rummaging around and you felt guilty for making the anniversary problematic and somewhat depressing. “Your suit’s in the bathroom.”

“I know,” he said matter-of-factly. There was a box in his hands, and he brought it to the bed where your dress laid on top of. He opened it up and the sight of what rested inside pushed away all the doubts you had before. “Behold!”

“Jaehyun. What is that?” You were looking at a very, very bright looking tuxedo. It was a neon green tuxedo that looked like it belonged to a leprechaun who wanted to make a fashion statement by going against regulation green.

“I wore this to one of my homecomings on a dare.” He almost cringed thinking back on it and how bright the suit was. It definitely did not look like it would complement anybody. Jaehyun didn’t mind at all when he fiddled with it and looked at some misplaced sequins on the shoulders.

“Why do you still have that?” You gazed at his suit and the suit only stared right back at you. The neon was so bright that you were sure it would hurt your eyes if the lights were any brighter.

Jaehyun smiled proudly at you and his eagerness almost put more tears into your eyes. “I always had a feeling it would come into use. I guess I was right.”

“You’re seriously not going to wear that, are you?” Jaehyun looked at you like you were dumb. There was pure seriousness in his eyes that told you he was not joking and intended to do what you feared. He was going to wear it regardless of what you said or not. “Jae! It looks too small for you! Don’t embarrass yourself for me.”

There was a proud smirk on his face. He was going to be defiant and you knew this was one of the few moments that he would say no to your pleas. “I am going to wear it because we’re going to match.”

“What- Jaehyun, no!” He held the suit to himself to measure it. Like you said, it was too small. However, Jaehyun’s determination did not dwindle. “Besides… the dress I got is a darker green while you look like the Onceler from the Lorax trying to impress his little gremlin date.” Jaehyun chuckled and began collecting his stuff to quickly shower and then dress in that abomination.

“You don’t look like a gremlin, especially not in that color.” He grabbed the dress again and tossed it to you. “You’re going to look like a princess in that while I’m just a lowly peasant who could only dream of having you grace my presence.” He told you to put it on as he began to undress and collect his stuff to go shower.

“Jae, you don’t have to do this. It’s going to make you uncomfortable with all the people looking at you and with how tight it is. I’ll just wear one of the old black dresses I have. They’re not even the same shades of green.” Jaehyun stood shirtless in front of you and you tried not to let your resolve waver. He knew his effect on you like this. Of course. He did this on purpose because he knew he’d get his way.

“Nope. I am going to wear this suit and you’re going to wear that dress because we are going to match. We’re both green. Doesn’t matter what fancy type of green it is, we’re going to match because it’s our one-year anniversary.” His smirk slowly softened into an endearing smile. The insistence you knew came out of the love he had for you, and he was proving his love for you by doing this.

“Jaehyun,” you chided softly. You were giving in and you felt guilty for making him do that to himself. One look at your face made him quickly put the ghastly suit down and rushed towards you. He cupped your face and rested his forehead against yours. The silly smile on his face never faded as he comforted you and stroked your cheeks softly. “I love you so much, you know that? Even when you look like Shrek’s secret lover.”

He pecked your forehead and then moved to kiss every inch of your face. “I do know, but say it again. I just love to hear it.”

“Well, Jaehyun, I love you.”

Jaehyun pressed another kiss to your lips and it was lingering, laced with so much love and affection for you. He whispered gentle words on your lips in between the countless kisses for you. “I love you, too. Happy one year.”

blue - for some reason you wanted to do a mini photoshoot with me on this day. you’ve come prepared. there are little plastic butterflies you bought from a dollar store and you’re pining them all to my hair. the pictures turn out fantastic, actually, and i look mystical against the blue sky with my hair waving with bright blue wings. you tell me you love me. i hear it all the time and know you mean it, but for some reason it sounds different this time. like there’s more emotion than ever.

“Stay still, babe. You’re making some of the clips fall out.”

“I could be staying still if I was in bed and still sleeping instead of being woken up to take pictures in some foggy weather.” Jaehyun’s deep chuckle rumbled next to you as you closed your eyes. The way his fingers ran through your hair felt nice, but you wished the feeling was rather in bed as you dozed off.

By the time he was finished, the sun had come out through the clouds and warmed you up in the chilly morning air. Jaehyun stepped back and cheered when you looked ready for pictures. He had been strongly resisting the urge to kiss you in your sleepy state. He wished he was also back in bed to be able to kiss your sleepy face, but for some reason he had wanted to take pictures of you. Why it had to be at 7AM with blue butterfly clips in your hair, nobody knew. Not even him.

“Okay, let’s do this!” You groaned tiredly and put your hands out for him to help you from your seat in the grass. His energy was unmatched, and he pulled you into him with such force that you almost crashed into him. “Careful, sleepyhead.” You mumbled that he should have been the one who was careful since he did the pulling, but your boyfriend was bumbling around so excitedly that he didn’t notice.

“Shouldn’t I be more awake for this? I haven’t even brushed my teeth.”

“Do you think I care?” To prove his point, Jaehyun placed a lovely kiss on top of your lips and sighed happily before pulling away. “I also think your tired look adds to the mystical look I was going for.”

You hummed, not really processing any of his words as he sets up an old camera of his. At any time, you could have denied going outside and just staying in bed. It was hard to say what made you come outside to do this in the first place. After thinking back on it more, you probably did it because it was Jung Jaehyun and you could never say no to your boyfriend.

Jaehyun instructed you on how to pose or stand, with most of his shots being angled upwards so he had the blue sky peeking through behind you. You complied easily. That was mainly because you bribed him into rewarding you with a kiss every time you did something well. That happened to be every ten seconds or so.

Perhaps an hour was spent taking pictures with the two of you moving around the yard or having to adjust the butterfly clips somewhere else. When you were more awake you suggested you change into an airy dress that might add to the magical look. You spent a little longer than you thought changing into that as Jaehyun was more focused on kissing your shoulders and snuggling into you from behind rather than helping you zip up the dress.

“I’m hungry.” You pouted while sitting in the grass. Your hands tossed your hair up lightly and Jaehyun quickly shot the picture. He checked it and decided that he was satisfied with his work.

“Let’s go get you breakfast, then.” He offered his hand out and you graciously took it. You squeezed his hand as a thank you and he kissed your cheek in response. While you ate a random cereal from the cupboard, Jaehyun spent his time carefully undoing the clips from your hair. You swatted him away when he tried to cheekily undo the dress and sent you an impish smile when you complained about it being too early for such an activity.

“Hey, Jae,” you called while he scavenged the kitchen for his own food. You came back from the room and changed out of the dress. The material started to itch your legs and it would be much more comfortable in your pajamas… which were rather Jaehyun’s clothes instead of yours. He made a noise of acknowledgement and quickly glanced at you. If seeing you look like a fairy in the early morning light made Jaehyun full of wonder, then surely witnessing you in your most comfortable form put him in a state of awe. “Can I see the pictures?”

He handed you the camera and caged you between himself and the counter as you looked through all the pictures. They turned out very beautifully. The light blue sky was not a bad combination with the cerulean wings laid atop your hair. Your sleepy gaze into the lens made it seem all the dreamier and you didn’t think you were looking at yourself. To be frank, you thought you would have looked more like a mess. Your boyfriend’s eye for art came in handy at bringing out your best features for others to see. When you voiced your observations and compliments, Jaehyun heard none of those as they went through one ear and out the other. He was far too focused on the way your gentle features shone thanks to the light streaming through the window. The light was brighter and warmer compared to earlier in the morning, but Jaehyun thought you looked absolutely heavenly.

Time stopped once you stop speaking and looked up at him through your lashes. He breathed softly and gazed deeply into your eyes. He spoke softly, just above a whisper. “I love you.”

This was a familiar phrase. A welcomed one that made you feel warm and at home, but this time it felt different than all the other times. It was different than the first time he said it, when you were crying one night about feeling very stressed and pressured and he was there for you through it all. Different than when he said it before he left for work, soft and intimate and with promise of coming home to give you more affection. Different than when you would dance together in the kitchen at 3AM and sing stupid love songs to each other.

At this moment, Jaehyun loved you. You felt it stronger than ever.

indigo - we had a fight and i’m spending a good hour or two outside because i didn’t want to be around you before i said more hurtful things. you finally come join me and look at the sky. there are no stars, but you can see the moon. for some reason you think the sky looks like a deep shade of blue instead of black, like indigo. we make up and make out in the night.

Goosebumps littered your arms and you remembered to roll your sleeves back down. In the process of getting worked up, you also got heated. Very heated. It felt suffocating and you had rolled your sleeves up in attempts to cool off. It didn’t work, obviously.

You couldn’t remember the finer details, but it just frustrated you to dwell on it. Something had gone down about how Jaehyun thought you were spending too much time at work because there was this other guy you talked a lot about. Insecurities got the best of you as you pointed out this one girl who had been present at so many of his work functions. She always came up to him even while you were glued to his side and glaring daggers at her.

Hurtful, and irrational, accusations were flung across the room one after another. It became so much that you stepped out. You couldn’t handle it, hearing all those cutting words as well as saying them. Guilt clawed its way out of your stomach with each jab you took, so you left without another word. You didn’t even go anywhere, just outside. You needed your space and some time to think.

An hour and a half went by easily as you cleared your head and stared at the sky, trying to find the stars. Just the moon gazed pitifully down at you as your tear stained cheeks glistened in the light. They felt uncomfortable so you used your sleeves to wipe away at them. The harsh material left a stinging burn on your cheeks. You kind of hated how you wished it was the softness of your boyfriend’s hands wiping them away instead. The door opened and shut behind you.

“No stars?” Jaehyun asked. You weren’t in the mood to look at him, feeling too sad to. He got his answer through you shaking your head. Jaehyun wrapped his jacket around you before you could even shiver. He knew you were cold, and not just on the inside. The two of you continued to stare up at the sky and look for anything other than the moon.

“I’m sorry,” you said first. Jaehyun took a moment to let that settle in before nodding and using an arm to wrap around you.

“I’m sorry, too.” He finally broke the tension and looked at you first. You followed right after and the pain in his eyes was almost too much to bear. The same was for him. The hurt tone of your voice absolutely broke him. He was glad everything was fixing itself for now. Jaehyun turned back to the night sky the same time as you did. “The sky looks funny tonight.”

“How so?” He shrugged and rubbed his hand along your arm, trying to warm you up. You pressed further into his side to gain more warmth from his chest. His arms came fully around you and his chest pressed into your back. He placed a kiss on the crown of your head and hummed. Talking was somewhat strange with his chin resting on the top of your head. You wouldn’t change it for the world as the comforting vibrations of his chest as he talked reminded you he was still there for you.

“No stars. Can’t really see any clouds either.”

“Light pollution?” He made a noise and held you closer. It was a move he made absentmindedly.

“Not sure. The sky has a kind of purplish color, though.” Looking up at the sky, he was right. It was very different than the normally dark and ambiguous night sky. Tonight, it looked rather blue… or purple. “Indigo,” he declared. You made a confirming noise and nodded. His chin rubbed against your scalp as you did so. A moment of comfortable silence passed. Once it passed, the both of you began to get antsy. You turned in his arms and he held you just as close as before, if not closer. He hugged your head into his chest for a while longer.

“Hey.” You leaned back and looked into his eyes. They were full of love and apologies. “Kiss me.”

And so you did. You reminded him and yourself of your love for each other and he held you there. A different kind of passion blossomed between the two of you. The rest of the night was spent whispering love affirmations to each other in bed and holding each other close. He was just as gentle as he was fierce in making you aware of his devotion to you. You kissed apologies into his skin until the both of you fell asleep.

purple - to celebrate our two-year anniversary, you gave me flowers even though they weren’t my favorites. they were purple cosmos. i pointed out they are usually given on a second wedding anniversary. you proposed to fix that. the ring was hidden within the bouquet of flowers. you knew all along.

“Happy two years, Jae.” You hugged Jaehyun from behind and softly massaged the skin of his stomach. He turned around and the look in his eyes filled you to the brim with love. Pure honey seeped from his irises. His smile was sugary sweet even as you kissed him and felt the corners of his lips moving upwards uncontrollably. He repeated the same phrase back and the two of you shared a sweet kiss. You noticed the bouquet of flowers sitting on the table. “You got me flowers?”

He followed your line of sight and smiled knowingly. “I did. They’re purple cosmos.”

You accepted the flowers with a sappy smile. “Any reason for the choice?” The cosmos were soft to the touch and their fragrance was faint. Jaehyun kissed your temple as your thumbs softly stroked the petals.

“Not really. They’re to celebrate two years together.”

“Are you sure?” You pressed. He smiled knowingly at you and you had to coax more out of him. “I do my research, Jae. Purple cosmos aren’t to celebrate just any two years. They’re for two years into marriage.”

Your boyfriend feigned surprise, however, you didn’t know he was faking it. “Oh, shoot. Really?”

“Yes, really. It’s fine, though. They’re very pretty and I love them.” Jaehyun’s hands squeezed your hips.

“You sure it’s fine? I can fix this.” You looked questionably at him and set the flowers on the table behind him. You didn’t notice that he was shuffling the bouquet over a tad. “After all, I made a pretty egregious error, did I not?”

“I wouldn’t say that big… but you don’t have to buy another bouquet just for this.”

“I’m not.” Asking him what he meant only added to your confusion as he laughed mysteriously. “Two years, huh? And I got the wrong bouquet?”

“That you did.”

A teasing smile rested upon his face this time. “Are you sure we’re not married? After all, you won’t ever let me live it down that I called you my wife…” You laughed at that and shook your head. Of course, you wouldn’t. It was a funny story and there was no way you would pass on the opportunity to tell his and your friends the story if they hadn’t already heard.

“Please, it was cute. But cut the beating around the bush. What do you mean about not buying another bouquet?” He smiled at you and the silence began to unnerve you. You feared that he might actually go to buy another one just for the sake of it. He’s deliberately gone against your words before and you know the last time wouldn’t be the final occurrence. “Seriously, these things are expensive. Don’t buy me more flowers.” Instead, your boyfriend shook his head.

Jaehyun took a deep breath and smiled brightly at you. “I said I would fix it, right?” You couldn’t stop happy tears from welling up in your eyes. His hand was just as shaky as it was when he had first told you he wanted to date you. In his fingers he held up a simple ring that had been hiding in the middle of the bouquet. It was strung on one of the stems and hidden just barely so that you’d have to know it was in there beforehand to notice it. “So…  wanna make it the real deal? Will you marry me?”

#elli writes #nct #jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun x reader #nct u #nct u scenarios #nct u imagines #nct u fluff #nct 127 #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 scenarios #jaehyun scenarios #female pronouns #fluff #faves #okay i LOVE this concept but HATE the moodboard ASFSNDGSDLJGNSGSN #it's so distracting i thought it would be a good idea but i was too lazy to change it :(

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꒦ ikanaide : chapter two ! ꒦

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. . : oikawa stresses out after having lost to shiratorizawa yet again, and decides to take out his frustrations on volleyball. however, he loses himself in the midst of it all and tears a ligament in his leg, and there's no one there to help him. iwaizumi senses something's wrong and rushes to his side.

or, oikawa's an idiot and iwaizumi is just the pillar he needs.

again. they won again.

he could never win against them. they were too strong. too brilliant. too skilled. too talented, in ways that he never was, never could be. and it made him sick, all the way down to his very core.

it should’ve been impossible for shiratorizawa to defeat them over and over again. For three whole years, kitagawa daiichi has never been able to win a single match. and that record followed him all the way to seijoh. every single time, that wretched team would shut down every attack, close every opening the opposite team had. he even used his new setter dump, but they still managed to pick it up and slam the ball right back at them.

and it made him sick.

oikawa slammed yet another ball onto the court, his serve more powerful than any other serve he’s ever done. all the pent-up rage and frustration echoed onto the volleyballs, and he imagined each and every ball was going straight for ushiwaka’s stupid face. the bruise that would appear the next day on his face made it seem all the more appealing to him.

again.

and again.

and again.

ball after ball, serve after serve. he wouldn’t stop, not even after he used up all the balls in the bin. he just grabbed the second bin in the storage room and kept on going. no one would disturb him- everyone already left a couple hours ago. he was going to keep practicing until he got better, until he could defeat shiratorizawa.

and ushiwaka. he couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he defeated him in their next match. the thought of his disappointed face sent thrills throughout oikawa’s body, and he kept on serving, chasing that dream. he wanted to see the look of disappointment on ushiwaka’s face. he wanted to make him feel what it was like to lose to your greatest enemy. he wasn’t going to let shiratorizawa win another match.

he had to make it to nationals this year. it was his last chance. the first qualifiers were only in a couple of months, he had to practice to perfect and hone all his skills. ushiwaka wasn't going to get the chance to beat him.

in the back of his head, he heard a voice yelling at him. it was quiet, but loud at the same time.

``do you think you're fighting by yourself? you've got to be kidding, you dumbass!``

oikawa shook his head vigorously, trying to get the voice out of his head.

``there's no one on our team who can beat ushiwaka one-on-one! however, there are six players on a volleyball court!``

he threw the ball up in the air again, hand colliding with the colored leather, sending it flying over the net and into the court.

``even if our opponent's some genius first-year, or ushiwaka, the team with the better six is stronger, you dumbass!``

he paused before serving his next ball, realizing who those words belonged to. if he found out what oikawa was doing, he might just kill him. a shudder went through oikawa's body, the room suddenly getting a couple of degrees colder. yep, iwaizumi was definitely on his way here. there was no doubt about it. he would burst through the door, headbutt oikawa, and yell at him while he dragged him all the way home.

encounters with him didn’t stray far from that. so oikawa didn’t really fear the upcoming future. it wasn’t like he was new to the abuse from his childhood best friend, it just came with the package. iwaizumi engraved that idea in his head, without even realizing it.

he did care about his best friend’s wishes, he did. but right now, iwaizumi was the last thing on his mind. he felt bad about it, but volleyball mattered more. he had to get better. for him. for the team. for seijoh.

defeat was bitter. the taste of it nearly made oikawa hurl every time. he wasn’t going to lose again.

and with that, another ball flew up in the air.

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iwaizumi was pissed.

very pissed. extremely pissed. his rage scared a couple of kids on his way home from aoba johsai. he muttered an apology to their parents, leaving them to attend to the crying children as he rushed home. he felt bad and was slightly offended that his face was that scary to them, but at the same time, he really couldn’t be bothered.

the events of the match rung in his head, the sound of balls slamming onto the court rivalled cymbals.

``ace my ass.`` he muttered, kicking a pebble into the road. ``what kind of ace can't manage to spike a ball they can't receive?``

he stopped at the intersection, looking at his surroundings. it was the area where he and oikawa would usually separate, as their houses were in different directions. it felt weird walking home without him. he had told the team he would clean up, claiming he needed some alone time. it was suspicious, but it made sense. who wouldn't want to be alone after losing to ushiwaka and his undefeatable team?

in all honestly, iwaizumi was worried about his friend. he could sense the tense aura around oikawa's body, the frustration emitting off of him when he told everyone to go home early. the sudden change in emotion scared the wits out of the first-years- they were the first ones out the door. matsukawa and hanamaki tried to reason with oikawa, but it was like he was unreachable. they both knew- no, they all knew oikawa's intentions. he was going to practice until his arms fell off, until he collapsed on the gym floor.

the ace of seijoh let out a sigh, and turned away from oikawa's street, heading down his own. the setter could manage himself. he was a third-year, too, he was capable of taking care of his body. he wouldn't let that happen to himself.

a bird flew alongside iwaizumi, tweeting at him. its melody wafted through the air, reminding iwaizumi of how oikawa's laughter flew with the wind, like a bird's song. he grimaced. that seemed to be ages ago, when oikawa was actually happy. everything was fake now, iwaizumi knew so. all the smiles the setter sent to his underclassmen when they asked him questions about volleyball, all the chit-chats he had with the millions of girls that crowded his locker- none of it had been genuine. oikawa knew what he was doing. smile and wave, and then everyone would leave you alone.

``dammit.`` iwaizumi cursed under his breath. he didn't think to talk to oikawa about any of his suspicions. he knew that he was just going to spiral into another of his self-hate episodes, taking out his frustrations on countless of volleyballs.

stop worrying about him. he'll be fine. he's eighteen, for fuck's sake.

iwaizumi pulled his necklace from out underneath his shirt, opening his front door with the key that hung from the thin ball-chain. there was a loud click, and it swung open. he called for his family, letting them know he was home, slipping his sneakers off and sliding into fluffy white slippers.

when he looked up from his feet, his mother and father were standing in front of him. ``oh, hey.``

``hajime.`` his mother started, tears in her eyes for her son. ``we heard what happened. we're so sorry.``

iwaizumi nodded, pushing past his mother, but not after giving her a warm embrace. ``thanks, ma. it's okay, we tried our best.`` his father watched as his son walked off, the number four on his back seeming to sag with the sadness that the ace felt.

the mattress creaked under iwaizumi’s weight as he flopped onto the duvet, spreading out his arms and legs like a starfish. kumo bounded up next to him, lapping at the sweat on his face, causing the teen to smile a little. he scratched behind kumo’s ears, laughing as she started giving him more kisses all over his face. it felt good. it felt like home.

he leaned over kumo to grab the remote, turning on the tv and navigating to the shows he had recorded previously. settling on a beloved godzilla movie, he leaned back with kumo and relaxed. this was nice. it was almost comfortable; he was starting to forget all about the events that happened a couple hours earlier. starting to forget all about the concerns and worries he had for oikawa.

forgetting things was a lovely thing.

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forgetting things was a painful thing.

oikawa had forgot how long he was at the gym for. the sky was pitch black- it seems like minutes ago that the sun was just starting to set. he glanced at the clock. he had been at this for six hours. volleyballs littered the court. beads of sweat were flinging off of his body. his practice jersey was absolutely soaked. he smelled horrible. no amount of deodorant could’ve prepared his armpits for this.

he could hear his phone ringing from the club room. a part of him wanted to answer the countless of calls, but at the same time, his heart was set on practice. practice, practice, practice. he had to get better. he had to practice.

so, he picked up another ball, soared through the air, and hit it as hard as he could.

the sound it made was bone-crushing. literally.

oikawa landed on the court and stumbled, falling to the ground on his side. he let out a silent scream, his mouth gaping but no sound coming out. he glanced down to his knee, letting out a small, sad gasp. the skin on his kneecap was completely red, and he could see some purple in the mix, too. it was starting to swell, but the pain made his concerns about how it looked seem miniscule.

it was like his bones were being crushed by a hammer. the pain came in waves. every time he felt his heartbeat, the pain would travel through his nerves and send the shocks all throughout his lean body.

he should’ve slowed down. he should’ve taken a break. he should’ve listened to iwaizumi.

the pain was almost unbearable- he couldn’t even walk. oikawa could still hear the constant buzzing of his phone going off in the clubroom. he needed to call someone. the police. his mother. iwaizumi. anyone.

he used his elbows to try and crawl over, but each time he moved, his knee would touch the wooden planks that made up the court. it sent more shocks of pain through his body. he resulted to just laying down on the floor and looking up at the ceiling.

people would find him eventually.

as he lay there, his mind rewinded and replayed all the scenes from the match he had against ushiwaka. actually, all the matches against him. all the times ushiwaka teased him, telling him he wasted his chances, and should’ve tossed for people who were worthy of his sets. the fact that he was trying to tell him that his own team wasn’t worthy of him as their setter pissed him off.

he pondered, brown tufts flowing along the cool breeze of the ac.

he wondered, was he ever strong enough?

ushiwaka would never have let himself get injured. he knew when to stop.

when will the pain go away?

when will it all just go away?

a tear escaped from within the prison of his eyes, squeezing out from underneath curled lashes. he wept silently, the surface of his eyes glossing over with his tears. the tip of his nose and his cheekbones began to tint red. he always was an ugly crier, but at the same time, he was a masterpiece. the way his face seemed to flush, how he trembled with each sob, was cause for his beauty.

oikawa was beautiful. he was known as such for his fame and popularity, from being the most notable volleyball captain seijoh’s ever had. he had such amazing form- his back was a legacy to his underclassmen watching him serve. the way his back curved into an arch, his arm shooting up as he aimed his shot. the way the ball would collide with his palm and sail over the net. the way it would hit just inside the boundary lines of the court, and the satisfying smack it made.

it was beautiful.

but judging solely from the state of his leg, he wouldn’t be able to do his famous jump serves for a while, at least; the cause for all his fame.

he wasn’t beautiful anymore.

he was broken. a pawn for shiratorizawa, simply because he was playing right into ushiwaka’s hand. losing over and over again to them resulted in their fame, in their popularity. they gained respect and power through all their wins.

and what was seijoh gaining from it? the fact that everyone now knows that they have never once managed to win a match against them? just a couple lousy sets here and there, that were mostly determined by shiratorizawa’s mistakes?

it was atrocious. seijoh was a powerhouse, after all. how come they could defeat every other team they went up against, but not shiratorizawa?

he wanted to give up so long ago. after losing so many times, he just wanted to give up. but he didn’t. because iwaizumi was right beside him, slapping his back and telling him to snap out of it.

the ace was always by his side.

where was he now?

``..iwa-chan? ``

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iwaizumi tossed and turned in his bed, unable to get comfortable and close his eyes. nothing lulled him to sleep- he even warmed up some milk a couple hours ago and chugged it, but it didn’t help him.

he groaned, rolling out of bed and sitting on the floor. it was dark in his room, but he could still make out certain things. kumo sat upright at the sudden noise, tilting her head to the side. iwaizumi smiled grimly at her.

the ace checked his phone, the veins in his forehead popping out once he realized oikawa still hadn’t viewed or responded to his messages.

iwaizumi was worried, he was. more pissed off than worried, but he still feared for his best friend.

the door to his room burst open, startling both kumo and iwaizumi. his mother stood in the doorway, worry lining her face. ``mama? are you okay? what happened?``

she padded over to her son, holding his hands and looking into his eyes- forest green mixing with ocean blue.

``honey, have you heard from toorū?``

iwaizumi faltered. their conversation had just started, and he already knew where it was going. ``n-no, i haven't. i've been texting him, but he hasn't read or replied to my messages. mom, what's going on?``

she smiled sadly, brushes a stray strand of hair behind her son's ear. it popped right back up, as expected of his unruly bedhead. ``oikawa-san called me, toorū hasn't come home yet, and he said he would come back at eleven. it's three in the morning.``

``w-what?`` iwaizumi gaped, checking his phone. she was right. the clock read three am. panic coursed through hajime's veins, and he stood up abruptly. ``i-i have to go find him. mom-``

iwaizumi-san smiled at him. ``i know. oikawa-san told me not to tell you, knowing that you would try to find him, no matter how late it was.`` she handed him a flashlight and his father's pocketknife for protection, in case he needed it. "do what you need to do to find him. bring him back home safe. you, too.``

he slipped the knife in his back pocket and gave his mother a tight hug. he was gripping onto her like she was his lifeline. ``ma, thank you. i'll call you when i find him.``

she smiled at her son. he was so mature and grown up- he didn't even think about the possibility that he couldn't find oikawa. he was so determined to bring the boy she considered her other son back home safely, so determined to find the boy he grew up with. ``of course. good luck, i know you'll find him.``

``yeah.`` iwaizumi sent her a grin, slipping on his aoba johsai jacket and bolting out the door. ``love you, ma!``

``love you too!``

slipping on his shoes, iwaizumi closed the front door behind him, and stepped out into the chilly morning air. in just three hours, he would have to be in his bathroom, getting ready for school. he sighed. there was no way he's going to school tomorrow- his mother wouldn't let him step foot outside the house after he brought back oikawa. shittykawa. where the hell was he, anyways?

he thought back to when oikawa ushered everyone out of the gym all so he could have some alone time. kindaichi was permanently scarred from the face oikawa had made- one of pain, heartbreak, and determination. the fear in the team's eyes as he turned on them with that expression was immaculate. iwaizumi would have to borrow that strategy.

letting out a puff of air, he started the fifteen minute trek to aoba johsai, wind in his hair and jacket flying behind him like a cape. he switched the flashlight on to light his way, and to avoid obstacles on the road as he ran.

iwaizumi would bring oikawa home, no matter the cost.

after what seemed like hours of running to iwaizumi, since every passing second felt like a minute, he finally arrived at the gym. thankfully, he couldn't hear any volleyballs, or the familiar squeaking of shoes on the floor. but, he could see light seeping from underneath the door, which either meant oikawa was still in there, or he left the lights on.

he put his hand on the door knob, pausing for a second. if oikawa was in there, what would he say? if he wasn't, then where the hell was he? what if he got kidnapped? or, what if he's just at a fangirl's house eating ice-cream and watching alien documentaries because iwaizumi wouldn't?

iwa shook his head furiously. it's fine. he would just open the door and check. if he wasn't in there, he'd turn off the lights and lock up.

taking a deep breath, the handle turned and iwaizumi stepped in.

oikawa was there. laying sprawled on the court, eyes closed.

``hey, oikawa?`` iwaizumi started, padding over to him slowly. he knelt down beside him and nudged his shoulder, his face paling when he got no reaction. he shook his shoulder harder, all the panic and worry coming back in mere seconds. ``oi, toorū! wake up, you idiot!``

it took him a couple of minutes to get oikawa to wake up. his eyelashes fluttered, mouth parted in a groan, and hazy brown eyes met panicked olive green ones. ``hey, iwa-chan.`` he gave him a loopy smile, his face contorted in pain. ``w-what time is it?``

``it's three in the morning, oikawa.`` iwaizumi replied, smiling softly at his friend. he couldn't help but feel a little happy. his heart about shattered into a million pieces when he saw him laying on the floor, and not reacting to him practically kicking down the door. ``you've been here for thirteen hours.``

oikawa grimaced. he didn't think he'd been at it for that long. and he wasn't. he passed out from the pain after eight hours, and just kind of slept on the floor. but iwaizumi didn't need to know that. ``oh, really? i guess i lost track of time, sorry, iwa!`` he laughed and sat up, trying not to let the pain show through his façade. he looked around at all the volleyballs, whistling. ``looks like i made a mess. help me clean up?``

the ace nodded, standing up and extending a hand to his teammate. oikawa clasped it, soft fingers wrapping around calloused ones, and iwaizumi lifted him up effortlessly. ``you good?`` he asked, noticing his stiff stance.

he nodded. ``yep, iwa-chan, i'm-`` he gasped, holding his knee and falling forward, making sure he didn't land on it. he let out a guttural, shaky shout, tears leaking from his eyes. iwaizumi rushed to his side immediately, holding his friend and looking at him with a face full of confusion and concern.

``s-shit, oikawa, are you okay?`` he instinctively held him close to his chest, like he was afraid someone was going to come along and take him. oikawa laughed lightly through his tears, leaning his head back and exposing his adam's apple.

``i fell and tore something.`` he removed his hands from his leg, revealing the swollen knee. iwaizumi's complexion paled- this was the worst injury he's ever seen in his life. no one he's ever known has been injured this badly. he prodded it gently, his heart breaking more and more every time oikawa winced. if it hurt that bad, when would he be able to play again? judging from the look of it, he would have to go through physical therapy, and possibly a cast or splint of sorts, since it was impossible for oikawa to walk on it. the setter's voice creeping into his ears snapped him back to reality. ``hajime, it hurts.``

he nodded grimly, swinging oikawa's arm over his shoulder and lifting him up effortlessly.``i got you. we'll take you to a hospital.``

``but the gym-``

``it's fine. i'll call coach later and tell him what happened.`` oikawa nodded, wrapping his arms around iwaizumi's neck, holding him close. he let his face rest in between the ace's pecs, feeling safe from the warmth.

iwaizumi pulled out his phone, quickly dialing matsukawa's number and holding the phone to his ear. the latter answered the call on the third ring, his little `yo` cutting through the tense silence he and oikawa had surrendered to. ``mattsun. get here. now.``

``huh, where? what's going on?`` his voice with tense, wary with panic and confusion.

``the gym. we need your car.`` iwaizumi met oikawa's eyes, asking for permission to tell him what happened. without any words being exchanged, oikawa understood, and gave him a small nod. ``oikawa injured himself. it's bad, he can't walk. i need to get him to the hospital, but i don't know if i can carry him all the way there.``

there was silence, then they heard the faint jingle of keys, and a door slamming shut. a car engine revved, and the sound of tires squealing made them both wince. ``on my way. oikawa, you there?``

``mh.`` oikawa mumbled in response, looking at iwaizumi with half-lidded eyes. ``i'm here.``

``good. talk to me? what happened?``

oikawa raised his eyebrows at the command, but complied nonetheless. ``i- um, i wanted to practice my serves.. but i tore something in my knee, i think.``

matsukawa cursed, honking the car's horn. ``move, you idiot!- sorry. there was an old man just sitting on a green light. how bad does it hurt, from a scale of 'dang that kinda hurts' or 'i want to cut my fucking leg off right now?'``

the setter giggled, leaning his head back as he did so. ``i-i guess it's a nine, then. i can forget the pain's there when i'm thinking about something else, but i can still feel it.``

``ah, yeah, i'd say a nine's pretty bad.`` matsukawa shut off the engine, and they could hear car doors slamming, and the loud pound of his footsteps. the doors to the gym swung open once again, revealing a very agitated and poorly dressed mattsun. ``i'm here. you okay?``

oikawa nodded, still nuzzling into iwaizumi's chest. ``mh. tired.``

``you can't be tired, we got to get you to a hospital.``

``i can't not be tired. it just happens.``

``well, wake up-``

iwaizumi slammed a hand over mattsun's mouth, the vein in his forehead popping out once again. ``instead of fighting, why don't we focus on getting him to a damn hospital?``

``yeah, right. uh-`` mattsun held his hands out for oikawa, much to iwaizumi's confusion. ``i can take him from here, you want to clean up, right?``

the ace glared up at him, shaking his head. ``i got it. you'll probably drop him.`` ignoring matsukawa's shouts of protests, he pushed past him and stalked to the latter's car. ``i just need you to drive. coach will take care of the mess.`` matsukawa sighed.

``alright.``

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``how is he?``

iwaizumi had stood up immediately when he saw the nurse walk out of oikawa's room, matsukawa and hanamaki following suit. iwa and mattsun decided to text makki once they got to the hospital, along with coach about toorū's situation. irihata had went to the gym to clean up the mess, and hanamaki had rushed to the hospital as soon as the text was sent, not even bothering to reply.

the nurse smiled at him. ``he's okay. he'll be fine, so don't you worry!`` the group let out a breath they didn't know they were holding, extremely relieved. ``but, oikawa-kun's going to have to stay off his leg for a while.``

``yeah? what's wrong with it?`` hanamaki stepped forward, getting more worried by the second.

``well, he has something called an acl tear. does he play any sports?``

matsukawa nodded. ``yeah, we all play volleyball together.``

the nurse let out a sigh. ``that would explain it. he tore the acl ligament in his right knee, so he'll have to do some physical therapy for a while. it's swelling pretty badly, so i'd advise you to make sure he doesn't put much weight on it, unless he's practicing some leg exercises.``

``w-wait, so he can't play volleyball anymore?``

``no, not at the moment. it'll be too risky and painful for him. he'll have to take a couple months off.`` the nurse paused, placing a finger under her chin as she checked the papers she had of toorū. ``however, he can get a surgery for it, which will decrease the amount of months he'll have to wait to play again. does that sound appealing?``

the group nodded, which wasn't extremely surprising to the nurse. she smiled sweetly at them, before gesturing to the room oikawa was in. ``well, i'll talk that up with his doctor and parents. in the meantime, you all can see him, if you'd like.``

they nodded. ``yeah! arigatō!`` they thanked the nurse, then rushed towards oikawa's room, pushing and shoving at each other to be the first one in. iwaizumi made it through first, being the bulkier of the three. he peeked around the curtain surround oikawa's bed, letting out a tiny gasp. there the setter laid, looking up at him with big brown eyes. he looked so vulnerable in that state. wide-eyed, nervous, with his wrapped leg propped up on a couple of pillows.

hanamaki and matsukawa finally made it through, coming to stand next to iwaizumi with somber looks on their faces. they all looked down at him, and he could read them all like a book. they pitied him.

``c'mon.. don't look at me like that..`` oikawa mumbled, a blush rising to his cheeks. he glanced down at his leg, finally realizing what kind of situation he was in, and was getting embarrassed.

``does it hurt?`` iwaizumi stepped forward and knelt beside oikawa, pushing the brown tufts out of his eyes. the captain smiled at the gesture, appreciating the warmth of his best friend's hand as he had let it stay on his forehead.

he nodded, wincing as the movement jostled his leg a little. he probably shouldn't move too fast. ``yeah. really bad, too.`` he turned on his side, facing away from his friends, and mumbled ``i'm sorry.``

``for what?`` matsukawa asked, his forehead creasing in worry.

oikawa turned to him with tear-filled eyes, the tip of his nose turning red. ``i.. i promised you i wouldn't overwork myself, but..`` he laughed bitterly, rubbing at his eyes. ``look where i am now. i'm such a liar.``

iwaizumi stiffened, and clenched his fist. he knew he should've gone back to check on oikawa earlier. if he didn't fall asleep, oikawa might not have been in the position he was now. it was his fault. his fault that oikawa was in pain. ``kusokawa.``

``what're you calling me that for!`` the captain protested, biting his bottom lip to keep from pouting at his best friend. ``it's rude, you know?``

``you're an idiot.`` iwaizumi reached out and clasped oikawa's hand in his own, looking into his brown-doe eyes. oikawa had to stifle a laugh. the ace's face was so red, it looked like it might burst. ``the biggest idiot i know.``

``are you just trying to insult me?``

oikawa hit his arm lightly, teasing him a little, which brought smiles to all of their faces. they really hoped they would still see his smile, even if he was in a situation as bad as this. iwaizumi took a shaky deep breath, and continued. ``you're an idiot, but i'm so proud of you. i don't know a single person who wouldn't just give up on all their hopes and dreams because of this-`` he gestured to oikawa's knee while talking.

``what makes you so sure i won't give up volleyball, iwa-chan?``

``the look in your eyes. you're determined to get better. i know you won't quit. you're not a quitter, oikawa.`` iwaizumi said firmly, squeezing oikawa's hand. the latter looked down at their intertwined fingers, the blush rising to his cheeks again.

he looked back up at iwaizumi and met his eyes. ``you really know everything, huh, hajime?``

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toss. run. jump. serve.

toss. run. jump. serve.

toss. run. jump. serve.

toss. run. jump. serve. break.

``phew!`` oikawa exclaimed, swiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. ``that was a workout! iwa, mind if i take a quick break? i won't be long!``

iwaizumi nodded, maybe a little too quickly. ``go ahead.``

the captain grinned, blowing his ace a kiss. ``thank you, iwa-chan~!" he skipped off out of the gym with his bag in hand, probably to get a sweet drink or snack from one of the many vending machines spread out in their school.

he watched the captain go off into the distance, smiling at the sight. just four months ago, it seemed like oikawa would never recover from his acl tear. he was in absolute shackles. a mess. there wasn't a day where he didn't cry in iwaizumi's arms, didn't almost want to give up.

but he pushed through.

he made it.

the amount of mental strength the captain had was atrocious. iwaizumi loved that about him. every time he'd prove that he was strong, the ace would get tingles all over his body. the thrill of having an insanely cool best friend was awesome. he felt like a little kid again, the little hajime who would always brag about how awesome his best friend, toorū oikawa, really was.

he was really beautiful.

``iwa-chan, you dozing off over there?`` iwaizumi snapped back to reality when oikawa's light-hearted voice speared through his thoughts. he put on a grim face, turning away from him.

``screw off and go practice. i'm not dozing off, you just want an excuse to slack off.``

oikawa gasped, putting a hand over his heart. ``i am offended! you know what? i'll show you!`` he stalked off and grabbed a volleyball, muttering obscenities under his breath. ``stupid iwa-chan. slacking off? ha! i'll show him.``

toss. run. jump. serve.

and show him he did.

─── injuries.

chapter 3 !

#oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru's injury #ik he injured his ankle i just wanted to do a knee fic bc acl tears are sucky :( #iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi fluff #iwaoi brainrot #fluff for the soul #matsukawa issei #mattsun lowkey simps for oikawa #hanamaki takahiro #hospitals #mizoguchi #irihata #ushijima wakatoshi #he's not even here but he's mentioned