#like I know real life hair couldn't stay plastered to his face

[now-a-witch]

It feels kind of illegal to be able to see both of Sanji's eyes at the same time

#like I know real life hair couldn't stay plastered to his face #or wig whatever #but it still feels weird #anyway this Sanji is adorable #he be doing the lords work on reminding me why I liked Sanji so much back then #one piece #opla #op live action #one piece live action #black leg sanji #sanji #i refuse to call his family name he has rejected it

[doki-doki-imagines]

author note: @kenruu told me this idea couldn't stay in the dms and I wrote it. I'm really sad thanks to uni so I can't really say if this is good or not. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy it.

Sae is a man with a precise objective, being the best midfielder in the world. “It’s simple” Sae thinks, he has the talent, works hard, it’s obvious he’ll be able to do it, and his mind never wavers. Football is his whole world, his only thought.

Then Sae met you, and it’s not like his world changed, he kept training and winning, just, this time, in a little chink of his brain you started to grow, filling that little space with info of you.

“They would like this” “If they saw this their reaction would be so cute” it doesn’t happen often to be thinking of you, but when it does a dumb smile plaster on his face.

Until it’s not a seldom thought, but it becomes relentless, a thrum he can’t brush away, and honestly? Sae wants to vomit.

Sae hates it, every time he imagines your face his chest roar, and he can hear the blood rushing to his face, every time he thinks he’s gonna pass out like a fool on the ground.

At first, it was something happening only inside the closed door of his mansion, maybe you sent him a cute video or just told him about your day and Sae was fine with this; he can look like a dumbass fool in his own house, but not on the field.

Sae can’t stop thinking of you, football isn’t his main objective anymore and for the first time he feels weak, football is his entire life, he is nothing without that; damn chink and damn your smile, your cute face your fucking entire being.

And it doesn’t matter how many times the red hair hits his head against the cement wall of the stadium, hits it hard enough to break skin and leave blood, he can’t get you out of his mind.

“Sae, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but if you want to play the next match you need to pull your shit together.” His coach told him after the umpteenth missed cross.

Breath gets stuck in his throat, Sae feels like he just got stabbed in the heart; he must put a stop to this situation.

“Get out!”

“I’m coming Sae, did something happen?”

This is why he is now in front of your house, 3 hours before the match starts with blood in his eyes, and fists tight on his sides.

“Tell me you hate me.” Your eyes widened, this looks serious.

“Sae you know it isn’t-“

“I’m in love with you and- Shut up! Don’t you dare open your mouth, let me finish-“ He has his teeth bared, index finger up pointing at you “And you have to reject me, I can’t go on like this.”

It’s like a cold shower, for sure not what you expected to hear on a normal Thursday afternoon.

You keep your lips sealed, you can see in his irises a little quiver, but he keeps looking at you straight in the eyes, his index now down, hand moving like he wants to throw something on the ground, maybe a thought he preferred to scrap instead of voicing it.

“Please, I need you to reject me” He shuts his eyes, and curl his nose in his typical disgusted expression, you notice small tears hanging on his reddish lashes now rolling down his cheeks, bottom lip wounded, red by the incessant bit of his canine.

You never saw him so desperate, so vulnerable, if you listened closely you could hear cracks every time he tried to speak up.

“Are you even listening to me” Sae's voice is harsh, as always, but there is no bite in his words. You take a step closer and constrain every muscle of your body to stay there, don’t move.

Crack.

“I need to concentrate on football, there is my entire life at risk here-“ A sigh breaks his phrase, and you feel your heart cracking “I-I don’t want to like you anymore” he brushes his little fringe back, arms moving around and feet moving back and forth without making a real step; he looks so nervous.

Crack.

Your breath itch, you feel your heart in your throat, not because of his words, but for how desperate he sounded; you don’t want to hear him like this ever again.

You get closer.

“Fuck, say something! Don’t just look at me with those dumb puppy-” You sprint, your hands reach his jaw, your fingertips are so soft and Sae's lips change into an ugly, wobbly grimace, eyebrows furrowed.

Your lips press on his, it’s fast and delicate, if he closed his eyes he wouldn’t have seen it. You pull away, but don’t put space between your bodies, lips a whisper away from each other.

“I’ll be the one-“ one of your hand leave his jaw to brush away some red hair that sticks on his cheek “to bring you to victory, let me work my magic” He is looking at you dumbfound, his irises wobbly.

You kiss him again, but this time you grip the back of his hair to push him into a more forceful kiss.

Crack. He feels like something in his heart break, everything hurt and his hands tingle so much they hurt. Something must have been broken.

Sae this time reciprocates with equal, if not even more, passion, his hands finally find peace on your back, low on your back, pushing your body impossibly close to his.

You break the kiss, breath heavy a string of saliva still connects your mouths, you are fast at removing it.

“Go and win that match.”

Sae nods, a dumb smile plaster on his face, but you can barely see it as he laid his head on your shoulder. He kisses you again, just a simple press of lips, and runs back towards the stadium, new life on his legs reinvigorated more than ever.

“Maybe loving you and football can coexist in my head” He thinks.

For sure that night your magic did work.

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk imagines #blue lock imagines #sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you #bllk x y/n #blue lock x y/n #sae itoshi x you #sae itoshi x y/n

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Through The Echoes.

Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count:1,025

He shows up at your house covered in mud in the rain, but the problem is, he died two months ago.

Taking a little break from writing A Slice Of Life to take part in the Stranger Prompts, courtesy of @bettyfrommars , @allthingsjoeq and @somnambulic-thing

Eddie Munson Masterlist // Masterlist

Two months, that's how long ago Eddie's funeral had been. There hadn't even a body in that dark wood casket, just a bouquet of white roses and guitar pick on a chain necklace set on top of the casket as it was lowered into the ground.

It had been a quiet gathering of people, his uncle Wayne, who still believed his poor nephew had lost his life to the devastation of the so-called earthquake, and you, and his new-found group of friends who knew the much stranger truth.

Robin wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders as you shook with quiet sobs, holding your head in your hands, knowing that you would never get the chance to ever see Eddie again. To tell him what he means to you. To tell him how you feel for him way deeper than friends do.

That was two months ago.

The rain patters heavily against the windows as you tie your hair back, getting yourself ready for bed, taking one last longing look at the picture sitting on your dressing table. It was a four picture collage of you and Eddie from a photo booth, pulling increasingly silly faces at the camera to make each other laugh. He had taken you to the fair that had come to town, showing off his skills in trying to win you the giant stuffed teddy, which he had done with an all-too cocky smirk.

Your heart pulls when you look at that picture, the unassuming innocence of two people who didn’t know what was waiting ahead of them.

You kiss the photo in the frame, as you had done every night, before setting it back down on your dressing table and getting into bed.

Just as you were about to reach for the book on the bedside drawer, to read a few chapters before falling into an ultimately restless sleep, you’re roused by a heavy fist knocking at your front door. The sound echoing throughout the house. You untangle yourself from the sheets and reach for your dressing gown before sliding into your slippers and padding your way downstairs.

Who could that be at this hour? And what on earth could they possibly want that it couldn't have waited until morning?

However, it wasn't the splatter of cold rain that had your blood running cold as you opened the door, no.

There, stood in the doorway was Eddie, your Eddie, clothes sodden through and caked in mud. His dark eyes are red-rimmed as though he hadn’t known a decent night's sleep in a long time. The once familiar bounce of his frizzy hair is now plastered to his skin, raindrops clinging to the wet strands.

You could scarcely believe what you were seeing. Was this some kind of sick dream that you were going to wake up from at any moment? A manifestation of your grief?

Then he spoke. As plain as day, letting you know that this wasn’t a dream, no, this was real.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” he mumbles out, sadness and exhaustion clear in his voice.

Then, as if on auto-pilot, you bring your arm around him, ushering him into your house and upstairs to your bedroom, giving him a towel to dry himself off with.

 “I-uh, I’ve still got some of your old clothes, you know so you can have something warm to change into.” you say shakily, handing him over an old Black Sabbath t-shirt and a pair of plaid pyjama bottoms.

He had left a few of his things in your room from the countless times he’d stayed over, staying up with you late into the night just talking. You had fully intended on giving them back to him, but after losing him you just couldn’t bring yourself to part with them. Not when they still smelled so much like him. That familiar warm smoky scent that lingered on the soft cotton of his shirts.

The unspoken question of ‘how are you even here right now?’ hangs in the air as silence falls between you.

“Right, well I’ll give you some space to get changed.” you tell him as you take the damp towel from his hands and take it to the laundry hamper down the hall.

When you return to your room you see him as he’s pulling the t-shirts hem down his body, your eyes catching on the sliver of skin, the angry red scratches and splotchy purple bruises that litter his body.

The silence between you both is awful. You used to be able to talk about everything and anything, no topic was off the table, conversation with Eddie was so easy.

“I guess I owe you an explanation, and by God I wish I could give it to you, I really do, but I just don’t know what happened to me.”

“Eddie..” you start, but what were you going to say to that? Where have you been all this time? I thought you were dead? Everyone’s missed you. I’ve missed you. 

“I don’t remember anything, all I could remember is you, and I don’t know, just the thought of you brought me comfort when I felt lost and alone, and I knew that I had to find you. That I had to come back to you.” he said, his shoulders slumping as his head hangs down, hiding his face from you with his dark shaggy hair.

“Eddie, look at me, please.” you say with a steady breath falling from your lips. “Whatever you need, I’m going to be here for you. I’m going to help you, okay? I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you ever again, I swear.” 

“I don’t know if you can help me.” he sounds so scared and unsure of himself and it shatters your heart to pieces. “I keep hearing things, and seeing things that I don’t understand and everything just always feels so fucking dark.”

You wrap your arm around his cold, frail and bony frame, pulling him closer to your warmth.

“We’ll figure something out, I promise.” you chance a gentle kiss to his shoulder. “We’ll do this together.” 

@penguinsandpotterheads @mrsjellymunson @paybacksawitch @ali-r3n @seatnights @raccoonboywrites

#strangerprompts #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader blurbs #eddie munson x reader fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #Eddie Munson fanfic

[trentsixtysix]

Wasted Times

Summary: You'd never get used to the thought of Trent with someone new, taking matters into your own hands as you'd ensure no matter who he was with, he'd remain yours.

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, Toxic Trent, Toxic Reader, insufferable reader.

Author's Note: Sorry I've not posted in a while; like my other fics this won't appeal to everyone, but it's short so I thought I'd clear it from my drafts x

Word Count: 3.7k

Angst

Trent's POV

This was the best day of his life.

It was day he got to make you his, put a ring on your finger, take his last name, he'd proudly show you off even more than he already did. He couldn't quite contain his excitement seeing just a slither of your gorgeous white gown whilst you walked down the aisle to him, but he'd been so patient all this time that he could manage a few more moments before he saw his bride properly face to face.

You were his soulmate after all, and he'd dreamt about this day all those years ago when you first made it official. No matter how many girls there were before you, there was no doubt in his mind you were the one for him.

Nerves took over his body as he anticipated your arrival, taking your hand in his as you finally met in front of everyone - hundreds of gasps and awes as they were just as delighted to see the happy couple marry on this day.

There was visibly a huge grin painted on his face as the Priest went over their vows, and it wasn't until he heard her name he froze, eyes widening as he looked up to see the woman in front of him.

She wasn't you.

She looked so innocent, joy plastered all over her as her big shiny eyes were lost in his. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, the happiest day of his life too, yet regret suddenly seemed to cruelly creep up on him, and he found himself unable to escape the repeated thoughts of doubt filling his head.

He was faced with the harsh reality he was marrying someone else, he didn't have the courage to come clean about his infidelities to her, and stupidly said his vows and an 'I do' out of fear, out of complete disregard for the woman he actually loved who was stood with the rest of their families watching him make this stupid decision.

Even kissing his bride felt so illicit, and looking over to the hundreds of people in attendance he didn't fail to spot you first time; a beautiful rose adorning your loosely curled hair as you stood watching him in utter desperation, and how he wished you had opened your mouth and stopped the entire thing.

Y/n's Pov

He'd probably be upset with you for a little while, upset as you'd have made a fool of him in front of his family and friends. You knew Trent though, which meant you knew he would've gotten over it eventually, realising you were the love of his life and that he’d made the right decision in running away with you, but no.

He had married your sister instead, your blood sister and you could do nothing but watch in horror as he was now all hers.

Your eyes were glossy looking at the excitement they both shared, being able to get away with it as tears of joy, because it was your sister's wedding day and you were expected to be happy for her, but all you felt was pure heartbreak, shattered as you couldn't believe this had happened.

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You remember crying yourself to sleep that night. The beautiful destination you had arrived at for their wedding completely going to waste, completely unenjoyable as it had the dreadful event of your sister's wedding tied to it instead.

It was no one's fault but your own, why you even chose to stay involved with Trent even after he broke your heart the first time you didn't know. The real betrayal came when your sister brought him home a year later, and no one batted an eye at the entire thing.

'You only dated him a little while.' They excused, defending her when it came to their new relationship.

'You're young, you weren't even in love.' Your mum told you, and soon they became the couple everyone admired, that everyone loved and you were the idiot who still had feelings for him.

You felt as though you were going mad every time he'd stare at you, whenever you'd lock eyes too long or when you felt he'd go through unnecessary lengths just to be in the same room as you. Soon enough you found out that the feelings were reciprocated of course, and he even told you that he still loves you.

You made love with him that night, it was the start of your despicable affair. It just felt so right in the moment to have him beneath you, all whilst your sister was in the next room sleeping, how disgusting could you be?

You didn't get much sleep that night, sobbing gently to avoid speculation from the thin walls as you couldn't believe you had done that. Yet every time you tried to feel sorry for her, you couldn't. She was the same woman who snatched your love from you, your big sister who you grew up with having no regard for your feelings - you felt nothing for her but hate.

'Please don't do it.' You remember begging him. It was the night before they were due to marry and you were both there alone as he consoled you, telling you how sorry he was and how it was too late now.

It didn't matter how much you begged or pleaded, he'd made his decision the second he made her his girlfriend instead of you, and years of this affair still hadn't brung him to man up and make you his again, to leave her and be happy with you.

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This specific night you were visiting your sister with your parents, which meant visiting Trent.

It had become pretty routine for the two of you to meet this way now. And it was probably alarming for your parents at how eager you were to visit all the time, assuming you and your sister had made amends with your strained relationship.

They didn't know the real reason was to see him, and as selfish and greedy as it was, you didn't even care. Nothing mattered when he was with you, your moral compass simply didn't exist.

After a hectic night of playing nice and a dinner that didn't seem to end, here you were; tucked into the bed of his guest bedroom as the rest of your family were downstairs watching a movie even in the early hours of the morning, and you needed to be excused desperately to get away from them.

You knew Trent and H/n had also arrived for bed when you heard their laughter from the other room, crushing you as you put the volume of your laptop even higher, the sitcom you'd rewatched dozens of times playing at full volume to drown them out as you had to stop yourself from being sick.

Time had passed and all was quiet, your family had even gone up for bed now as you lay there completely awake. You'd turned your computer off and attempted to go to sleep begging your brain to shut off, having no luck unfortunately and resorting to Netflix again as you flicked through a few more episodes hoping your eyes would get tired soon.

You were brought out of your daze by the sound of the door creaking, looking up to see him right there, peeking his head around to see if you were asleep yet or not.

You couldn't help but smile as you ushered for him to come inside, and he sank down next to you in bed before kissing your cheek - crazy how one simple gesture from him had fixed your entire night for you, now you couldn't stop your cheeks turning red from shyness.

'I missed you.' He said, focused on your eyes as he waited for a response

'I missed you too.' You told him, welcoming him to nuzzle his head into your neck as he began to watch your show with you.

You looked over at him discreetly as you sat in silence for a little while, so in awe of how peaceful he looked.

You envied that she got to have him like that, that she had him all of the time when you were subjected to secretive meet ups in hotels or once in a while when your family visited. What hurt the most was how ungrateful your sister was, how she didn't even regard him in the slightest and how much he did for her. You wouldn't let him forget how thankful you were for him if you were her, you'd actually show him love back.

'Is she asleep?' You asked, leading him to look up at you and nod as you were wondering what invited him into your room at this time.

'How come you're not asleep yet?' He asked.

‘Can’t sleep.' You revealed, distracted by your phone as you placed it down after checking it to talk to him.

'How come?' He pushed, trying to get a look at your screen as you shrugged.

You both knew the real reason; you could never sleep at their home knowing the two of them were in the room next door. It was so peculiar and upset you too much - causing your brain to stay awake and make you overthink more than you already did.

'It's okay, I'm here now.' He reminded you, kissing your lips this time.

He leaned in wanting more, suddenly pushing your laptop away as he invited you to straddle him, kissing your neck hungrily before you backed away, turning your head from him.

'What's wrong?' He inquired, taking his hand to gently take ahold of your jaw and avert your focus back to him.

'Did you fuck her just now?' You bluntly asked, making him sigh in exhaustion.

'Not this again.'

'Answer my question, did you sleep with her before you came into the room?' You repeated, stronger this time as repulsion took over your feelings.

'Why do you always have to do this?' He groaned, making you push him off in annoyance as you reclaimed the bed. You already knew the answer, you were disgusted by the noises which had you awake in this insomniac fit in the first place.

'You're making an issue out of nothing Y/n.' He reprimanded, with this argument always confusing him, you both knew they were married.

'I'm going to bed can you go now?' You plainly asked, reaching for your phone to quickly send a text before you reopened your laptop.

'No.' He defended.

'Just get out.'

'Get out? You're the guest, this is my house.' He reminded you, his tone angering you further as he bent his neck the best as he could to see your phone screen.

'Trent I'm trying to sleep, please.'

'And I'm going to sleep next to you.' He fought, placing himself next to you as he kissed your neck again, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t fight back a smile.

'Go to your room, save yourself the hassle of running back to her in the morning.' You joked, whilst he invited you to sit on his lap again, taking a piece of your hair and putting it behind your ear.

'See I knew you weren't really mad at me. Just like to argue don't you?' He teased, making you blush as you both knew it was true.

'I love you.' He said.

'I know.' You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in for a hug.

'I wish we could do this every night.' He said, holding you extra tightly.

'Me too.'

'I'm being serious Y/n.'

'I'm sure you are.' You giggled.

'I'll leave her.' He claimed, catching you off guard, forcing yourself to chuckle to erase the seriousness he had created.

'What's funny?' He asked, seeming serious.

'Don't make promises you can't keep T.' You advised, making him furrow his brows as he seemed upset now.

'Oh I see now.' He started, gesturing for you to get off of him.

'What's the matter?' You asked, placing your hand on his face, concerned now as the playful atmosphere had been erased.

'It's you who doesn't want it, that's always been the issue.' He claimed, leaving you wordless as you didn't say a word to prove him wrong.

'You're not even denying it.' He scoffed, shaking his head.

'It's not that, I just don't want to run around trying to pursue you like these other girls.' You tried to explain.

'You think you're better than these other girls? You're trying to pursue me knowing I'm married to your sister.' He spat, making you back away from him in realisation he was angry and most likely going to hurt your feelings.

You couldn't quite make out what he said after that, finding yourself too occupied with your phone again, you were playing his game back at him.

'Why do you keep looking at your phone?' He asked, leaning over before you placed it face down.

'Oh it's nothing.' You said, trying to calm him down, trying not to laugh in his face.

'Show it to me.'

'No.' You defensively said, both of you were being extra childish right now, just one of the many reasons you didn't work out years ago.

'Y/n give me the phone.' He demanded, snatching it from your hands as he studied the messages before him.

You couldn't help but smirk as you noticed his expression turn sourer, nothing gave you a high more than seeing him this jealous and worked up over you.

'Who the fuck is this?' He questioned, holding the phone out of your reach as you fought for it back, eventually giving up as you knew you couldn't fight him for it.

'A friend.' You coyly revealed.

'And friends send you pictures of their dick do they?' He scoffed, looking at you hatefully.

'I asked him for it.' You smirked, aware you were pushing it now.

'Then you’re a slut.' He retorted, clutching the device as he got up to leave.

'And you're not? Sleeping with your wife's little sister?' You challenged, preventing him from leaving as you got in his face.

'Don't talk to me like that Y/n.'

'Give me my phone.' You fought, trying to get it back from him.

'Has he fucked you?' He asked, and you could've sworn the vein you didn't even know was that prominent on his head was going to pop out any minute now, debating saying anything further.

'In every corner of my apartment.' You shrugged, grinning as that took him over the edge, and a loud bang startled you as you realised he threw your phone at the wall, smashing it to pieces.

'Well done.' You laughed, you had to in order to keep your cool with him, interrupted as the sound of footsteps in the hallway scared you both into silence.

‘Trent? You’ve been in there ages come back to bed.’ Mumbled your sister, knocking on the bathroom door next to yours as she assumed he was in there.

‘I’ll be out in a minute don’t worry.’ Trent called, disguising his voice as the pair of you waited for her to leave and for him to make his great escape. You were sure if she was in a conscious state the two of you would be found out about immediately, grateful of her tired nature.

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After the lack of sleep and events from last night you were understandably the last person awake.

You took your time with your shower as you came downstairs to spot everyone gathered at the dinner table, tucking in to breakfast as they couldn't help but watch you join them.

'So lazy you are, you should go to bed earlier.' Your mum nagged, glaring at you fill your breakfast plate up with things on the table.

There was nowhere for you to sit but the empty seat opposite Trent, and soon after you snuck in and got eating, everyone found themselves too involved in their own conversations again to notice you.

Everyone but him however, his gaze wouldn't leave yours, and your sister had definitely took note of this as the glass she held in her hands was just waiting to smash from how her grip got tighter upon seeing you. You weren’t sure how she didn’t catch on more last night, and Trent was still mad at you too - you couldn't help but try and cheer him up in a way he used to love for you to do, the circumstances were different now but the outcome was all the same.

You had to be cautious as you reached for his leg under the table with your foot. No one suspected a thing, all too busy as you slowly went higher, and higher until you reached that spot.

It was difficult to hold back your laughter as you saw him trying to keep his cool, but could feel him from under your soles hardening, guaranteed to piss him off when you abruptly stopped and ignored him for the rest of the meal even when he wanted more, sneaking away finally back to your guest bedroom as you prepared to leave today.

As you got your bags ready you looked up to spot his figure in the door. His arms were folded as he looked you up and down, and the look on his face showed you that he was not pleased with you in the slightest.

You couldn't help but drop your things and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you crept on your tip toes to kiss him.

'Kiss me back.' You giggled, finding humour in how serious he was being.

'Hey I'm sorry.' You added, trying to get him to speak.

'You can't even smile a little bit?' You joked, taking it upon yourself to play with his cheeks in a bid for a small smirk to appear.

'How can I make it up to you T?' You smirked, biting your lip with only one thing on your mind as he began to soften up slightly.

'See I knew that would work.' You giggled, taking his hand and guiding him to sit on the bed, where you then slowly sat on his thigh to straddle him.

'Where's your sister, she home?' He asked, kissing your neck.

'She’s out.' You hummed, eyes closing in satisfaction.

'Why? You want her instead?' You bantered, making him laugh too as he knew you were trying to rile him up again.

'No, just my girl.' He complimented, kissing you.

'Oh now I'm your girl?'

'You've always been my girl.'

'It's a shame you're not my man, I'm spoiled for choice.' You teased.

'Shh.' He whispered, putting a finger over your mouth to stop you from saying more and provoking his jealousy.

'Can't even message him because someone smashed my phone, I have to settle for you now.' You chuckled, watching as he became angrier.

'I'm warning you Y/n not another word.' He sighed, encouraging you to take your top off.

'Im sorry-.' You started, disturbed by the sound of the door as you both turned at once to see who was there.

It all happened too fast. It was pretty much unavoidable. The sound it made when her hand hit your cheek echoed throughout the house as this was the moment it all came crumbling down, the moment you both would finally have to come clean.

'You know, I had a hunch. Mum told me I sounded crazy.' She snapped, as you rushed to put your shirt back on.

'Get out of my house. And don't come back I mean it.' She demanded.

'It's about time you figured it out.' You pettily said, you couldn’t help the urge to get the last word in as you obliged and quietly reached for your remaining bags, taking your car keys and heading to walk out the door.

You could hear her and Trent arguing from behind you, with most of it being him begging her for forgiveness, going on about how he’s sorry - even now after she knew he still couldn't bring himself to claim you, how naive could you be to think he could man up and leave her?

'Why did you do that?' Shouted Trent, following you as you put your bags in the boot of your car.

'Do what?'

'Stop messing with me. You knew she was home.' He claimed, confronting you.

'Thought you'd get the balls to leave her..I was wrong.' You admitted, slamming the trunk as you walked round to put the keys in the ignition.

'You're so selfish you know that?' He told you, and you knew he was right, it was terrible how you couldn't tolerate happiness for your own sister.

'No one forced you to marry her, you made this mess all by yourself.'

'I know, but I love you Y/n.' He panted, waiting for a response.

'I know you do. But I also know you’re not the one for me, no matter how hard I've tried to convince myself you are.' You admitted, shaking your head.

'What?'

'Just leave me Trent.' You pleaded, shutting the door as you backed up the car, leaving as you noticed the rest of your family watching from a distance.

Your relationship was never the same with any of them, you hadn't spoke since you drove away as they understandably took her side.

From what you knew the two of them were still together, it wasn't in your sister's nature to stand up for herself, so no wonder she took him back.

You're yet to find the love of your life, knowing now it's not Trent. He didn't feel the same, messaging you countless times asking you to come back, promising you he'll actually leave her for you this time. You didn't know how to express that you didn't want him any clearer.

They were all right about you, you are selfish. You didn't want Trent from the beginning, you broke up for a reason. Your mum was correct when she told you it wasn't ever love.. you were in love with the idea of him and most importantly consumed by the idea of getting your sister back.

You were never able to fathom how someone you were so close to could swoop in and take him from you, pestering you the most how your family were never on your side about anything.

Maybe the affair was simply a ruse to destroy her and feed your ego after he’d damaged it.

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[sunkissed-zegras]

🍁will smith

I LOVE WILL SO MUCH. HE'S SUCH A LITTLE SWEETIE PIE.

GUYS. I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT HE'S JUST SO 'fearless' CODED. IT'S THE BLONDE HAIR Y'ALL.

the music blasted through the low-quality speaker of will's old pick-up truck as you both sang along with the words. it was late ─ well, late for you. it was 10:30, well past your curfew but you didn't even care.

today had been the last day of high-school and today was basically the last day you'd be a kid. after this, you were gonna be an adult ─ you were gonna go off to college and then after that, you were going to have a job. a real job, with real people, and that was it ─ that was gonna be your life.

but tonight, that thought didn't even bother you anymore. moments like these, spent in will's very old pick-up truck made you realize that growing up wasn't even that bad.

as the song slowly faded, you let out a soft laugh. will glanced at you with a soft smile on his lips as he continued driving. "you scared?"

"of what?" you replied, nonchalantly. you knew what but you wanted him to be more specific.

"i mean, everything." will responded, plainly. "how our lives gonna be after all this is over." you could see he was anxious, but he attempted to hide it. he kept running his fingers through his hair, a habit you had noticed the first couple times he'd done it while he was with you. the gesture slightly made your heart flutter, his hair just seemed so soft.

"maybe a little bit," you sighed truthfully. "i'm not scared. nervous, maybe? i know we're gonna be okay, if that's what you're asking."

his smile turned genuine as soon he heard those words come out of your mouth. he let out a soft exhale, a breath he didn't even know he was holding until that moment. "okay. good, me too."

"let's not talk about any of that serious stuff, okay?" you replied. "we're both not leaving for a couple of months, not until late august. let's enjoy it while we can, alright?"

will took a few seconds before he nodded slowly, exhaling again. "alright, then."

both of your smiles grew impossibly bigger as he turned the music back on, and suddenly it was like that anxiety inducing conversation had never happened.

soon, your father called and you had to return home. it was okay though, because will asked if he could come over tomorrow too. and since it was finally summer, you could say yes and your parents couldn't use the 'school night' excuse.

he drove to your house and soon, you were both parked outside of your house, on your driveway. like he did everytime, will got out of his car and opened the door for you and walked you to your door. that gesture never failed to make you blush, either.

now, you both stood outside of your front door. will beamed down at you, his blue eyes sparkling in the dimly lit porch. as you reached for the door knob, will spoke up.

"wait."

you looked back at him, a confused expression plastered on your face. as you looked into his blue eyes, you felt it too ─ your heart began to race as he leaned in closer, his hand reaching out for yours, his hand was slightly shaking as well.

you both leaned in and you closed your eyes as you lips met perfectly. it was a small peck, will pulled away first. he put his other hand on your cheek softly before he leaned in again, kissing you with more passion this time.

you both stayed like that for a couple seconds, savoring each other's sweet lips before you both finally pulled away. will had a huge grin on his face as he saw your face slightly turn red.

you finally pulled away, a matching grin on your face as you put your hand on the knob again. "goodnight, will. get home safe."

"night, y/n. see you tomorrow."

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

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[empressofmankind]

The Show Must Go On - Pt. 1

Buggy x F!OC

Waitering at Baratie is not a bad life, but that doesn't mean life couldn't be better. That life didn't use to be better.

It's Wednesday evening, and that means entertainment is on the menu for the restaurant's late night diners. She enjoys doing so, truly, but her mood has been spiraling and she's not feeling it today. (Un)fortunately, she is not the only entertainer in the room. And the show must go on.

Tags: Fluffy like black cotton candy. Pre-amble to a whole lotta will-they-wont-they. No smut (yet) :(

Word count: 4.7k

{PART II}

A/N: For those of you new here, coming in from the OPLA tags: I enjoy writing character driven stories - thus the OC and not a Reader-insert. I am the type of author that gleefully goes through their baggage and holds a yard sale. And Buggy has a lot of baggage.

PS. I know it's no longer the 90s, and this isn't geocities, but please listen 'Party at Baratie' with Buggy's entrance. I promise, it won't disappoint.

Baratie wasn’t full yet, but it would be by the time the clock struck ten. It always was on Wednesday nights. Shivs cleared the table as the couple rose to shrug on their coats and leave. They were regulars, a fisherman and his wife who liked their baked cod with a generous helping of Zeff’s home ground mustard. More often than not, they brought the fish for their dish. She liked them. They were nice people, quiet people. Baratie’s late night diners tended not to be.

“Ah, a free table.”

Shivs didn’t like the tone of his voice, and never had. “And you are?” she said as she turned around. Even though she knew perfectly well.

“Captain Nezumi of the 16th Branch,” the marine standing behind her said with a huff that made his mouse-like whiskers twitch.

Tall, slim and pointy-faced, he always reminded her distinctly of that rodent. Where’s a cat when you need one, she thought. Shivs crooked an eyebrow, slow and deliberate. “Who?”

��I don’t have to ask who you are,” he hissed, whiskers trilling. “Goji berry red hair, missing eye: short-straw Shivs. A pirate.”

“A waiter.” Shivs wiped down the table. “Reservations go through Xavier.” She raised her hand to alert the maître d’ at the top of the stairs.

“Illegal seaters,” she said as the timid fishman approached them.

“Well, have I never!” she heard Nezumi sputter as she left. Making her way to another table in need of clearing, she was stopped by other regulars — louder regulars. Toby and his crew. Four in all, they were about her own age. She looked at the hand on her elbow, old bruises around the knuckles.

“What is it?” she said as she turned to them and shook it.

“Will there be a show tonight?” Toby grinned, showing off a silver canine through black bangs.

“No, I don’t think so. Can I get you boys anything?”

“It’s Wednesday!” Toby spread his hands in mock disbelief. “There cannot not be a show! We put in real effort to stay sober this long.” The way his grin was lopsided suggested otherwise.

“Tough luck,” Shivs said as she stacked their pint glasses.

A hand around her wrist, the one steadying the glassware. She followed it up his arm and to his face. He’d plastered a preposterous pout on it. “I don’t need luck.”

She considered tugging her wrist, letting him smash the glasses as he pulled her back. And stabbing him in the face with one. “Does that grimace ever work for you?”

Sanji appeared at her side, a tray on his fingertips. “Leave madam alone or I’ll have you lot banned permanently this time.”

Making the smart choice, Toby let go.

“Your drinks, gentlemen,” Sanji said as he took pints from his tray and put them in front of the four pirates. Shivs left while they were distracted. There was not going to be a show tonight, she decided. Fuck them.

At the sudden shouting, followed by a deafening roar and a cackle, Shivs abruptly turned to look behind her. Yet the commotion was up the steps and near the restaurant entrance, where Xavier attempted to calm the motley crowd roused before him. Which included a lion. A large lion with a lilac coat and mane, and red face paint daubed on his snout. Customers seated below had risen to look, too. A woman screamed when the lion roared once more, the sound reverberating through the wooden beams of Baratie’s hull.

“Animals are not allowed inside, good sirs.” Xavier’s nervous voice rose only just above the ruckus.

“Animal? Richie is no mere animal —.”

Shivs squinted, her jaw jutting a little forward. Is that a clown?

“—he is a founding member of my troupe!”

“Richie?” Xavier’s voice pitched as he leafed through his register book. “Oh, ah, he’s on the list. I see. That makes, um, how many?”

“Thirteen.”

“Why yes, of course.” Xavier pushed his glasses up his nose and closed his book. He turned towards the dining room at the bottom of the stairs and caught Shivs’ gaze, motioning her towards the long table in front of the hall’s modest stage.

Taking the hint, Shiv shook out her cloth and went to it.

Xavier coughed for attention, and the few diners that hadn’t been staring up yet turned to do so now. “Captain Buggy,” he announced with sober dignity. “And, hrm. Crew.”

“No. No-no-nono. That is no good!” The blue-haired captain shooed Xavier out of his spot. In red stripes, baggy pants and schmink, he did look like a clown. One that had slept the past week in the bilge. Shivs wondered if he’d reek.

“Spotlight!” He said with a wave of his gloved hand. Benji, the techie that worked the stage lights and curtains during shows, obliged with a nice bright beam, sparkling off the captain’s wide grin. Where the jaunty music came from, Shivs had no idea.

“I am Buggy,” he announced, and it animated his whole face. “Buggy, the Star Clown. Buggy, the Flashy Fool. Buggy, the—.”

“Pirate.”

The music scratched to a stop as Buggy turned on his boot heel to the speaker. It was Nezumi, standing prim with his unit beside the table he’d been denied.

“And your name is?” Buggy pulled a grimace as if he’d found three-day-old cotton candy stuck to his glove. Then it became a grin again, though this time it didn’t reach his eyes. “Nooo, let me guess: Captain Obvious?”

Shivs snorted as a woman in a glittery leotard held up a sign that read ‘laugh’ in gaudy calligraphy, and the diners did.

“My sincere apologies, captain Nezumi,” Xavier said as he ushered the marines away. “But you have no reservation and I must therefore ask you to leave.”

“Toodles!” Buggy said with a little wave.

The spotlight trailed after the marines slinking away, but Buggy snapped his fingers and it promptly returned to him.

“Now, where was I?” He straightened to his full height and adjusted his hat. “Ah yes, I am Buggy!” The music restarted as he flicked out his coat tails behind him and sashayed down the steps, his timing to the tune and his own words impeccable. “Buggy, the Star Clown. Buggy, the Flashy Fool. Buggy, the Genius Jester!” He spread his arms wide as his grin. “Has come to your magnificent establishment with his fabulously flashy troupe!”

Acrobats spilled from behind him, flanking his descent with handstands down the steps and sliding along the curving railings. There was a fire-breather too, causing many ohs and ahs. And the lion, of course, roaring once more.

Shivs gave the table a quick wipe down as they came towards her, spotlight and lion and wide smiles and all. Buggy paused beside her, head cocked, bicorne comically askew.

“What?” she said.

He pouted and pointed at the table. “Missed a spot, candy cane.”

She realised her mistake the moment she leaned forward to look, but he’d already flicked her nose with a cackle. At least the laughter around her sounded forced.

She was going to say something about polishing someone’s overly large nose but didn’t. Up close, she wasn’t so sure it wasn’t real. And she’d glimpsed half a dozen stilettos lining the inside of that tacky fur coat when he bend towards her. No one carried that many unless they knew how to throw them.

Instead, she pulled out the chair at the head of the table for him, and he seemed properly surprised for a moment.

“Such service,” he said as he crossed his long legs and sat down, his grin broad and toothy. She moved her gaze up and narrowly avoided it lingering on his nose. His eyes were as blue as clear ocean skies and framed by impressively long lashes for a man. They batted up at her and that did something. She wondered if the red lipstick covering half his face would smear even further if she kissed him. Wondered if Zeff might actually fire her for it. She had a suspicion this was the ‘special guest’ the old cook had alluded to.

He certainly looked special.

The lion’s grumbled roar drew both their attention.

“There are only twelve seats,” Buggy observed with a note of displeasure.

Xavier all but appeared at his elbow out of nowhere. “Apologies, truly. Perhaps, a divan for the noble beast?”

Buggy glanced at Richie, who sat down with a plop like an overly large dog. He motioned between his own and the seat of a man in a poorly done bear costume. Or was that meant to be a lion also?

“Put it here,” he said, then turned to Shivs, an edge of teeth peeking through his red smile. “Honey cake, the menu?”

“I’ll fetch the chef,” she said. “Would you like something to wet your tongue, in the mean time?”

“North Blue gin?”

She’d somehow expected him to order a cocktail. “Not something sweet?”

His grin managed to split wider yet as his blue eyes flicked down and up. “Are you ‘something sweet’?”

“No.”

He winked and clicked his tongue for emphasis. “Then no.”

“A’right,” Shivs said and made her way back to the galley at the rear of the restaurant. She spotted Zeff by the stove, tasting a creamy-looking soup.

“Needs more oregano,” the old chef muttered under his breath.

“A whole damn circus just arrived,” she said as she walked up to him.

“Ah, good, I was expecting him.” Zeff put the soup ladle down and he turned to her. “Pirate captain. His name is Buggy—.”

“—the clown,” Shivs finished with a chortle. “The face paint gave the surprise away. You know him?”

“We met, briefly. Long time ago,” he brushed her question aside as he wiped his hands on a dishcloth.

“Haven’t seen his mug on paper?” she said. Though that in and of itself wasn’t so strange. Zeff kept Baratie free of that sort of tacky wallpaper. Those who knew, knew. Those who didn’t, dined none the wiser. And she hadn’t left Baratie in… some time.

“It graces a few towns and forts, I imagine,” he said with a smile. “Though probably not as many as he’d like.”

Yes, that ego had been hard to miss. Shivs tilted her head. “How much is his bounty?”

“Twelve million, last print I saw? Probably gone up since then.”

“That’s not bad for the East Blue,” she said, actually surprised. He must have some tricks up his sleeves. It made her think of the knives. And those cheeky blue eyes batting up at her. “Xavier seated them at the oval table. Asked for the menu, told him I’d fetch the chef.”

“Is that so?” Zeff chuckled. “I best get to them then.”

“Zeff.”

The chef paused halfway moving past her.

“I am not performing,” Shivs said. “Not tonight.”

He turned back to her, a frown drawing his bushy eyebrows down. “You like doing it?”

She set her jaw. “If you want a show, ask the clown. I’m sure, if you ask plenty nicely, he’ll have his whole freakshow up on the tables in no time.”

Zeff gave her a fond look. “Our Wednesday guests come for you.”

“No doubt he has some in his troupe as well, if that’s what they want to see.”

“If you want to become better at it, you’ll have to practice.” Humour sparkled in the old pirate chef’s eyes. “Maybe you can get some professional critique, huh?”

From a clown? Her thoughts scoffed. Although, he did have all those knives. People weren’t always 'one act' wonders.

She pursed her lips. “Fine.”

“Atta girl.” He gave her shoulder a good squeeze and a little shake. “Can you start on the dishes until then?”

“Sure.”

By the time ten o’clock came around, Baratie was packed. It always was on Wednesday nights. Shivs had taken off the blouse she wore under her waiter’s vest. This way, she had better freedom of movement. She removed the scarf she wore around her throat and tied up her red hair in a bun. Then adjusted the diving knife in her left boot, concealing it from view.

Coming out of the employee’s toilet and left around the stage from the back, she saw Xavier already stood upon the planks limed in the light of Benji’s spotlight.

“Dear ladies, honoured gentlemen,” Xavier said with solemn dignity. The diners quieted as the lights in the hall dimmed and the spotlight brightened, setting a shimmer to the maître d’s well-manicured scales. “May I introduce to you—.”

“BoooOOOooo!”

Buggy, hands touted beside his mouth like a megaphone as he rose from his seat.

“Sir!” Xavier admonished at the blatant breach of proper etiquette.

The spotlight jumped to the clown, who stood in it like a flower turning towards the sun.

You really love yourself limed in stage lights, don’t you? Shivs thought, standing in the shadows off-stage.

“This is not a show,” Buggy said in a tone as if a great offence had been committed. He spread his arms wide. “This is a farce!”

Before anyone could stop him, he’d hopped on stage, the spotlight kissing his heels. He blatantly stepped in front of Xavier and turned to the diners.

“Grand folk! Welcome, welcome!” he proclaimed with animated gestures — he talked with his whole body. “Tonight, you will have the rare pleasure, the absolute singular privilege, of being the very first to witness Buggy’s Astoundingly Flashy Impromptu Diner Show!”

The lights did a little colour switching dance at his last words. Benji was having fun, at least.

The dinner guests applauded even before the woman held up her sign. Visibly delighted, Buggy turned to Shivs. “You need an introducing act, caramel popsicle.” He beckoned in the direction of his crew without breaking his gaze away. “Cabaji!”

A lanky young adult rose, followed by several fellows. Acrobats and jugglers, turned out. The diners liked it well enough, but the applause was notably less than before. Shivs frowned at the flicker of irritation flitting under the surface of Buggy’s expression the split second before his perpetual grin reasserted itself.

“Next, all the way from the deep, dark South Blue,” Buggy announced, his tone low and dangerous. “A true wild beast, a known man-eater!”

The audience gasped unprompted as the lion came onto the stage with a great roar, the man in the poorly made suit in its wake. Its handler, Shivs supposed.

An elderly lady at a front table, attired in a fabulously expensive appearing gown, waved her fan all but on the brink of fainting.

“Fear not, sweetest of candied apples,” Buggy said, leaning forward from the stage to take her hand and allow for a dramatic pause. He kissed the air just above her silken glove. “Fear not. For the monster is no more.” He rose, spreading his arms as he turned towards the lion while addressing the diners: “He is now Richie, the dancing lion!”

And, sure enough, at a prompt of his handler, the lion rose on its hind legs and danced. It stepped from one paw unto the other, side step here, side step there, turning in a circle and pawing with a front leg punctuated by a much sweeter roar.

The applause was genuine and excellent as the lion sat down with a plop and yawned.

“And now~,” Buggy started.

“FuCk oFF!”

Toby, from somewhere in the rear. Shivs saw Buggy’s hand twitch at his interruption and knew what that meant. Short fuse.

“I am here to see my girl!” Toby added, supported by the hoots of his friends.

Buggy glanced at her and she made a puking face that returned a grin to his. He beckoned her and as she climbed on stage; she resisted the urge to ask if his act was throwing knives, perhaps? But only just. She had about reached his side when Toby opened his mouth again.

“Nobody is here to see your ugly mug, you red-nosed freak!”

Buggy froze.

His crew shrank away.

And those were all the tells Shivs needed, really.

“What did you say…?” Buggy said as he turned slowly towards the audience, a wink of spotlight along concealed blades as his coat shifted with his movement.

“Captain Buggy!” His blue eyes snapped unto her and she held them. “It is time for my act now, isn’t it? It’s been such a wait, is it my turn finally?”

“It is!” he said and his grin split to show teeth again. “It is time!” Buggy spread his arms in sweeping gestures towards her. “For the one, and only, fabulously flashy~!”

He leaned towards her, his tone and mime overacted confusion. “I didn’t catch your name, popcorn pop?”

The audience laughed.

“Shivs,” Shivs said.

He made a comically stabby gesture, and she chuckled despite herself, and the audience with her. “Yes, just like those.”

“The Superbly Spectacular Shivs!” Buggy concluded with a sweeping arch of his arms. The spotlight jumped on her as gold foil poppers showered her in glimmering sparkles and the audience clapped.

He turned to her, his smile all tooth and wide as an oar. “What is your act?”

Not what you think, she thought at the sparkle of cheek in his blue eyes. Instead of an answer, Shivs lifted her left foot slowly, and drew the arm length diving knife from her boot. She flipped and caught it midair, holding it now by the hilt, the blade tip down. Stretching her arm, she lifted it above her head, never breaking their gaze until she had to.

Shivs stretched, straightened and tipped her head back, aligning her esophagus with her spine. She took a deep breath, then let it escape as she slid the blade down her throat. Unblinking, she held her breath and watched the hilt approach. When she felt the short crossguard rest on both corners of her mouth, she let go of the hilt and spread her hands.

Applause exploded from the audience as she turned a full circle, showing a bare neck all around.

She retrieved the blade with care and bowed.

Rising, Shivs glanced at Buggy and saw his eyes were positively gleaming. He clapped no less excitedly than the diners.

“Encore!” an elderly man called as he rose while vigorously clapping, and the call was taken up by the others.

“The audience wants more,” Buggy said, chuffed as if he’d done it himself.

“This is all I can do.”

“No no, that’s no good,” he said with a click of his tongue. “The show must go on.”

Buggy turned to the audience. “Do you want to see the Stunningly Flashy Shivs swallow another blade?” he asked, and the response was unfortunately deafening. “Or two?!”

“Are you insane?” she hissed, grabbing his sleeve.

Buggy turned to her, smiling wide as ever.

And out came the knives.

Four stilettos, similar in type if not in make, precisely. He held the hilts clenched between the fingers of one fist.

“Pick any two.”

This was a terrible idea. She hadn’t done double blades before. His knives were shorter and thinner than her own blade, sure. But multiple meant more insertion time, a longer breath.

Sword-swallowers fucked up only once.

She picked the two that seemed most similar, digging the hilts from between his fingers. She weighed them, one in each hand, gauging their balance.

Then held them up to the audience, eliciting a few encouraging cheers.

She flinched at the twin ‘thunk’ of Buggy throwing the remaining two into the stage’s floorboard. “No foldables here,” he assured the diners, who held onto his every word with baited breaths.

There were many people. Familiar, unfamiliar. Sitting, shifting, fidgeting. She turned to Buggy, training her gaze on him. No distractions. Easier to focus on one face than on a crowd. His expression was eager, his mouth a fraction open. She could see an edge of teeth, the tip of his tongue.

This better not be the image I am taking with me to the grave, she thought as she tilted her head and rolled her eyes at the ceiling. She flipped one stiletto, then the other, bringing the tips up above her head.

She closed her eyes.

Banished that look on his face.

Focus.

She steadied herself, breathing in time with her heartbeat. One deep breath. Two deep breaths. On the third, she blew out and let one stiletto slide down her throat.

4… 5… 6… So far, so good. No new trick, this. But now for the second one, and no deflation to aid the ease of passage.

9…10… She guided it along the blade of the first, counting her heartbeats since breathing out.

15…16…17… The slow heat of suffocation started its ascend from within her chest.

24…25… The second crossguard joined the first. Sweat beaded on her forehead. The applause came from miles away as she spread her trembling hands.

28…29…30… She turned on her heels for an eternity.

32…33…34… Her vision tunnelled as she grabbed their hilts. Her throat shifted, her tongue twitching backward.

And then they were out, and she drew in the breath of the drowning, great gulps of it as she blinked stars from her eyes.

They focussed on Buggy.

His eyebrows had drawn up into a pout, but cotton candy clouds drifted past his wide blue eyes. Her gaze dodged his nose and landed on his mouth. He was biting his bottom lip. Her eyes flicked down, but his baggy pants and sash revealed nothing, or hid everything.

She flipped the stilettos and held them hilt first out to him. “These are yours.”

He snapped out of it with a smile, taking them off her hands and bending down to fetch the ones sunk into the floorboards.

Shivs pursed her lips, watching his butt shift. It was only fair, that look on his face had been a whole lot of something. Stupid clown.

He farewelled the show with the same flourish and drama he’d initiated it. The spotlight dimmed, the curtains closed, and the audience applauded one final time.

“That was more than perfect cherry tootsie,” Buggy beamed as they walked off-stage.

“I regret everything,” Shivs said. A slow, pulsing headache whined at the back of her neck. Her throat was sore. She hoped she hadn’t nicked anything.

Buggy’s face fell faster than the curtains at her words. “You are a talent, a natural, unique,” he said, all hands and exaggerated encouragements as he spoke. “You will be great one day, the greatest! Famous! Performing on the Grand Line, in the New World!”

He was right in front of her now, all but nose to nose. “You are a class act. You are one of a kind. You are—.”

“—in pain.”

“Chocolate toffee you must rest,” he said in a tone people usually got before launching into a hug or some other type of physical reassurance. It never came. He just looked at her with a concerned pout and held his own hands.

She smiled weakly. “I’ll live.”

“You must,” he grinned, then produced a shimmering golden ticket from an inside pocket of his coat. He held it between two fingers and out to her. “You should join my crew.”

“I’ll think about it,” Shivs said as she took the card without really looking at it, and out of politeness more than anything. Short fuse.

She watched him leave with a spring in his step.

It was a long while before the last diners had left, and longer still until the gold confetti had been cleaned up. Shivs sat at the bar, broom leaned against the stool beside her. Baratie was presentable once more. There was a pile of dishes, but those could wait till tomorrow. The ticket Buggy had given her laid on the bar beside her glass of water. It was a gaudy, gold foil iteration of an old-timey circus entrance pass. The front was graced by a red-nosed Jolly Roger, and the back told her on which slip the ship was docked and when they’d leave. Big Top, slip 9. Tomorrow, at 07:00. She’d smiled at the name, wondering if it would look as ridiculous as its captain. Probably.

“Saw you talk,” Zeff said.

Shivs spooked out of her thoughts at his words, not having heard him approach. He stood beside her, drying the last of the pint glasses.

“Any good feedback?”

She pinned the ticket with her middle finger and slid it towards him across the bar. Zeff put the glass down, the dish cloth across his shoulder, and wiped his hands before picking it up.

“Asked you to join his crew?” he said as he read the ticket.

“Hah. Told me to join his crew, more like.”

Zeff handed it back to her. “Will you?”

Shivs wound the ticket around her finger, making the foil crinkle and crackle in the silence. She ran her tongue past her teeth.

“No.”

The short word sounded dry and definitive.

“No,” she repeated as she shook her head and let the ticket unfurl from her finger and fall onto the bar. “He’s weird and pushy.”

“He’s an odd one.” Zeff set the broom aside and sat on the barstool beside her. “Though all pirate captains are, this old cook included.” There was humour in his tone. “The sea gets peculiar with you, you know this.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. It’d been years since she had sailed. She’d thought it would have been different, that last time. That their bond would have mattered. She pulled a stray bang free and watched the red strands slip through her fingers. You pushed your will with smiles, but pushed it all the same.

Zeff gave her a gentle nudge. “He asked you to join his crew, not to marry him.”

Privately, she wasn’t so sure all of them understood the distinction. She did miss the ocean. Baratie was ever at sea, but it was not the same. She realised, she’d held out hope he’d come back. Even though he had told her — 'I am not coming back.'

It made her angry. Angry with him, for leaving. Angry with herself, for. For what? Defaulting to existing instead of living?

Zeff observed her in silence.

“I like my life,” she said. “Here, with you and Sanji. The restaurant, our guests. It’s nice.” And it was, and she refused to be ungrateful. To just… leave.

“Your dream is not becoming a cook,” Zeff said as he tried to catch her gaze. “You’re young yet. You enjoyed being a pirate.”

Shivs looked at the ticket, wrinkled but shining no less for it.

“What is your dream?” he asked gently.

To not be miserable, she thought, then shrugged, half-heartedly. “Swallow the biggest sword on the Grand Line, I guess.”

That drew a chuckle from the old cook. “You are still a pirate, and you want to become the best sword-swallower across the Blue.” His gaze flicked from her to the ticket and back. “Sounds to me, this is the crew to be.”

12 million, she thought. It was not nothing, but. “I don’t want to tie myself to an anchor thrown into the East Blue.”

“You know, I once met a captain along the Grand Line while searching for the All Blue.” Amusement tugged at the corner of Zeff's lips. “Decent fellow, solid crew. Though I distinctly remember being mouthed off by someone with a red nose.”

Shivs cocked her head. “He’s sailed the Grand Line? Under whom?”

“A good captain. Went before his time, really.” Zeff’s face clouded with sorrow. “Famous now only for his last words and lost treasure.”

Shivs speared the ticket with a finger. “That’s a former Roger pirate?” Impossible. “He can’t be that old.” He was maybe a few years older than her, tops. “He’d have been—.”

Zeff smiled. “—half as tall as he is now.”

Shivs sat back, crossing her arms. Thinking.

“Why would he leave the Grand Line?”

Now it was Zeff who shrugged. “Ask him?”

“That’ll go over well, I am sure,” Shivs huffed, amused despite herself. Hi, why did you tail it out of the Grand Line? Oh, it was embarrassing? Oops. No, not bloody likely that she’d ask.

Zeff observed her for a moment, then said: “Will you be skipping breakfast, tomorrow?”

Shivs glanced at the ticket. The ship, the slip, the time. She smoothed the creases out of the jolly Roger, running a finger right across its big red nose.

“I’ll think about it.”

Zeff patted her shoulder and rose. “You do that, girl.”

Shivs watched him leave, listened to the tap of his peg-leg receding. Then rose, crumpled the ticket and threw it on the ground.

Tag list: @gingernut1314 @gabegade

Stupid clown.

{PART II}

#buggy live action #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #buggy x oc #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #one piece live action #captain buggy #OPLA #opla buggy #Buggy pirates #the show must go on #buggy thoughts #imperial fiction #imperial shenanigans

[lucy90712]

Angst! Pedri breaks up with Reader and they haven’t seen each other in months until he sees her and realizes she’s the one :)

wc: 2500+

After a horrific few months where I was just so sad after a break up the last few weeks I have finally got back to my somewhat normal self and been enjoying life again. As I've been in a relationship for the last two years I never got to fully enjoy living in Barcelona and going out with friends so that's what I've been doing and it's been fun. Going out to clubs really wasn't my thing before the break up but since I've tried to push myself out of my comfort zone and live my life a bit more so I have been a few times since. I've definitely enjoyed being out with my friends and seeing them have fun but I hate having guys come over and try to flirt with me because they are always drunk and I just don't want to be talking to any guys at the moment. 

Tonight my friends want to go out and I agreed to go with them but for some reason I'm just not looking forward to it. Something deep inside of me is telling me not to go but I don't see any real reason not to so I'm going to ignore the stupid feeling and enjoy myself. To help get over the bad feeling I have decided to get dressed up extra nice for tonight so I put on my favourite dress and did my makeup and hair all glam. Looking in the mirror after I was finally ready I felt good about myself for once I didn't have any negative thoughts in my head which stem from social media comments. Now that my relationship is over and I don't have people criticising everything about my appearance I feel like I've got a new found confidence which I really like as I've never had a huge amount of self confidence but now I'm building that. 

After some final touches to my makeup and outfit I was ready to go so called an Uber to take me to the club we had agreed to go to because I want to drink so don't want to leave my car overnight. The Uber luckily was quick and so I met my friends outside and we all went into the club together as we always stick together when we go out just to be safe. Like always the club was loud and dark but I've grown to like the atmosphere a bit as sometimes you can hide away and go unnoticed for most of the night which can be quite nice. As we walked in my friends saw some people they knew so I was dragged with them to go and say hi but along the way I thought I saw someone familiar too but I tried to forget about it. 

It took all of 5 minutes for me to realise why my gut was telling me not to come out. The realisation hit when I saw Gavi my ex Pedri's best friend who would definitely not be here without Pedri. I tried to tell myself that it was just someone who looked like Gavi but when he was stood just a few feet away from me at the bar and we caught each other's eyes I couldn't deny it anymore. Panic started to flow through me as I haven't seen Pedri at all since the night we broke up which is pretty hard when his face is plastered all over the city but now we may come face to face. 

The whole break up was really hard on me as Pedri and I had been together for two years and got together not long after he moved to Barcelona so we went through a lot together. He was the one that was there for me in some of the hardest moments of my life and I was there to support him through his early days at Barcelona. In the end he broke things off to focus on football just as the latest season was starting and as much as I have been trying to avoid it I've heard that things have been going well for the team and Pedri. Not only did the sudden break up hurt but knowing that Pedri really is doing better without me feels like a knife in my chest as I can't help but feel that I was holding him back all that time without meaning to. All of that makes the thought of seeing him make me feel sick but I agreed to come out and put a lot of effort into my appearance so I feel like I need to stay and enjoy myself.

Pedri's POV

Going out wasn't my idea but everyone was going so I felt the need to go with them even though for some reason my gut was telling me not to. When we got here everyone sat down and talked for a few minutes before sending Gavi off to go and get drinks as he missed his chance to get himself out of it. After he'd been gone for over 5 minutes I started to get worried that something had happened and when he came back that feeling didn't change because he was giving me a look which I knew meant something was wrong. Instead of just telling me what was up he dragged me off to a more quiet corner of the club and then just stared at me which didn't at all help the anxiety I was already feeling. 

"What's going on?" I asked 

"Umm well y/n is here I saw her while getting drinks and it was definitely her because I looked her right in the eyes" he explained 

"Was she with anyone?" I asked 

"Only her friends I didn't see any guy with them" he said 

"If you want to leave I'll come up with some sort of excuse to tell the others" he offered 

"No it's ok I was always going to have to see her one day" I said 

As much as I said I was going to stay I don't really want to because I don't know if I can deal with seeing her again even if the break up was completely my decision. It was such a stupid decision breaking up with y/n because it was supposed to be for me to focus on football and sure I've been playing well but I haven't been truly happy since. No win and no goal really mean anything anymore because y/n isn't there to celebrate with me like she always was before. It's hard to get motivated every morning when she's not there when I wake up and won't be there when I come back either. My life just hasn't been the same without y/n but I was the one that broke up with her for a completely selfish reason so I don't think she'd even want to talk to me again which I completely understand because if someone did that to me I wouldn't want to talk to them either. 

After taking a minute to think I went back to the table with everyone else and tried to enjoy myself but I really ended up just sat there. While sat down I happened to see y/n from across the room and once I did I couldn't take my eyes off her. She looked so beautiful her hair and makeup were done and she had on her favourite dress which I used to love as it gave her more confidence. She was smiling and laughing with her friends and just seeing her smiling again broke my heart because I used to love seeing her smile it always made my day and being the one to make her smile was even better but I'll never be able to do that again as I made a stupid decision. 

The more I stared at her the more I realised just how dumb I was to break up with her. I had the perfect girl and I stupidly let her go because I thought I would be better off without her when in fact it's the exact opposite. When we were together I knew I loved her but now that we are apart I realise just how much I loved and still love her. Over the course of our relationship I never thought too much about the future because everything with football is always about the present  so I never thought much beyond that but now it's all I can think about. Now that it's too late I realise that I wanted a future with y/n I wanted us to get married, have kids and grow old together bit now she's clearly moved on and will want those things with other people. 

"You're staring man" Gavi said taking me out of my thoughts 

"She was the one and I let her go" I said 

"If you really think she's the one then you should go and talk to her and try to win her back because the longer you leave it the more likely she is to move on" he encouraged 

"I'm going to do it but if it goes wrong I'm blaming you" I said 

Your POV 

All night I've been glancing over at Pedri as I can see him from across the club and I don't even know why it's like I'm still drawn to him. He looks as handsome as ever with his shirt unbuttoned at the top showing off his chest and his beard that I always loved growing in. I so desperately wanted to be sat with him and for him to have his arm around my waist again like he would always do when we were in public together but he broke up with me for a reason and I can't have him back. Only once we were apart did I realise how much he meant to me and now seeing him again it's bringing back all of those thoughts I've worked hard to block out. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him and I still can't imagine being with anyone else but at some point I'll have to move on or else I'll be alone forever. 

When my friends noticed me staring at Pedri they made me face the other way and gave me another drink to help distract me although it didn't really work. I tried my best to not think about Pedri but he kept crossing my mind even when my friend were pointing out other guys in the club I found myself comparing them to Pedri. Eventually I decided that in advance to move on and so I started paying more attention to the conversation and actually talking to my friends. Just as I was starting to enjoy myself again I felt and hand on my shoulder which without looking I knew would belong to a guy wanting my attention which usually I would ignore but tonight I need a distraction so I turned around. As I turned around I saw Pedri stood behind me and I nearly fainted but somehow I managed to hold it together and smile at him. 

"Hey" I managed to say 

"Hey I get if you don't want to talk to me but can I get you a drink for us to catch up over?" He asked 

"I wouldn't mind that" I replied 

He gently took hold of my wrist and brought me to the bar with him where he ordered my favourite drink and paid for it before taking me to a table for just the two of us. Once we sat down neither of us talked for a few moments before he asked me how I have been. To begin with things were kind of awkward as we haven't spoken in a few months but as the conversation continued we both got more comfortable and started get back to how we used to be. He talked about the team and how they have been playing really well and I told him about my recent promotion at work which I was working toward when we were still together. We talked about most things but avoided the topic of relationships but from what he was saying I got the impression that he wasn't seeing anyone else which made me happy as it meant there was still a chance for us to get back together. 

"I'm going to be honest with you y/n I really regret breaking up with you life just hasn't been the same since I haven't been anywhere near as happy as I was with you" Pedri admitted 

"I've missed you a lot too it's been hard hearing your name and all the things you've achieved without being able to celebrate them with you" I said 

"Then what are we doing I realise now that you are the one for me and I don't want to be with anyone else so if you are willing to would you want to give this another go?" He asked 

"You're the one I want to be with too and I want to get back together but I want to go slowly and build the relationship again so we don't have any problem" I said 

"Of course we can do whatever you want I just want you back" he said 

"You've got me back but don't ever let me go again I don't think I'll survive breaking up with you again" I joked 

"I'll never let you go ever again" he said 

Just like I was wishing for earlier he slid his arm around my waist and I rested my head on his shoulder just enjoying being back in his arms. We probably looked like weirdos to anyone else in the club but I was more than content just being with Pedri now that he’s mine again. We sat together for a little while before he took me over to his friends who were all glad to see us back together especially Gavi who didn’t hesitate to tell me all the things Pedri has been saying while we were broken up which had Pedri blushing but I loved to hear it. 

Eventually I was ready to go home so went to get and Uber but Pedri didn’t let me instead he said goodbye to his friends and we went to his car so he could drive me home. The entire way Pedri had his hand on my leg rubbing gently circles on my knee like he always used to which had both of us smiling from ear to ear. Once back at my place he walked me to my door and put both of his hands on my waist to pull me closer to him. I looked into his eyes for a few moments before we both began to lean in and finally our lips met in a kiss that was just like our first full of love and passion. He gave me one last kiss before leaving me in my apartment thinking about his a bad night turned into the best because I got my everything back. 

#pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez imagines #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri imagines

[robinismywife]

𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 (p1)

PAIRING: A!Elvis or (real)Elvis x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Elvis was done with making movies. However, when his manager approached him with another movie contract he couldn't resist. Especially, since Y/n Y/l/n is involved...

WARNINGS: Sexism, inaccurate info about the filming of Blue Hawaii..If I missed any don't hesitate to tell me!

A/N: This will be a small series because I couldn't fit everything into only one oneshot! I'm not so sure how I feel about this but I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments! Lots of love <33

(the gif is not mine but omg look at this man I-)

Elvis kind of liked making movies. He had his fun on the set and met some of the best people. However, the dissapointment was always present when the script landed in his hands. Same old story: boy meets girl, boy falls for girl, gets the girl and marries her. Not to mention the mediocre songs he had to sing in almost every single shot. It all got draining after the third one.

So, when the Colonel came up to him with another movie contract, he couldn't help but audibly groan. This was it, the rest of his life, a vicious never-ending cycle of absolute torture and movie scripts. He wanted to scream and cry like a child, take the script that the Colonel was holding and tear it to pieces. For obvious reasons, he couldn't do that, so he chose to start pasing around Graceland's living room.

"I've done six pictures Colonel," Elvis tried to negotiate with his over-enthusiastic manager "I-I-I think it's time I focus on my music, ya know?"

"Whatever you want, my boy, however," That's how it always went "You're going to regret turning this one down, if you decide to do so"

"Is that so?" Elvis was unimpressed, how special could this film be?

"Why would I lie to you, my boy?" You got your reasons, Elvis thought but still shrugged, waiting for the Colonel's answer

"First of all, this will be filmed in Hawaii and-"

"I've been there at least five times" He was starting to get angry at his manager, who was struggling to excite him.

"Well, have you been to Hawaii with Y/n Y/l/n? Cause I don't think you have" The look in the man's eye was umatched. Elvis's jaw dropped slightly and the Colonel looked satisfied with himself.

"Y-Y-Y/n Y/l/n?" Elvis's pasing stop abruptly. There it was, the catch. This is why the Colonel was so eager to put him on that castlist. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest.

"The one and only, my boy" The colonel played around with his walking stick

"She was in East of Eden" Elvis mumbled to himself, recalling how many times he had watched that film, but somehow the Colonel heard him.

"Mhmm- With that James Dean you like so much"

"Yeah- I-I-I- She- She wants to be in a movie with me?"

"Oh, yes, my boy, she requested it, in fact" The colonel got up with difficulty, a smirk still plastered on his face

"Ain't no way.."

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

The first day on set was chaotic, Elvis expected this though. The crew was running around and testing all their equipment, while the actors found themselves in makeup chairs, re-reading their lines. Elvis could not believe that he was doing this, starring in a film with one of the most famous actors in Hollywood. Y/n was what every actor aspired to be. She was literally best friends with Marilyn Monroe, having starred in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes with her. Y/n was a few years older than him and so experienced and so very terrifying.

Elvis raised his head as someone walked into the makeup and hair room. It was her, in all her glory. Despite the fact that it was 7am, she was there wearing her pearls and red lipstick, heels clicking on the linoleum flooring.

"Good morning, Miss Y/l/n" Barbara, the hairstylist, said as she finished up Elvis's hair, then yelled towards the backroom "Jackie! Mr.Presley is ready for makeup!"

Elvis winced a little as the woman screamed over his head, but reminded himself that he had to stay as professional as possible. If Y/n told anyone anything remotely bad about him, his career would be over before he knew it.

"The humidity here in Hawaii is absolutely killing my hair" Y/n spoke as she sat down on the chair next to Elvis. He didn't know whether she expected him to answer or not, so he played it safe and kept focusing on the line he had already read twice.

"If this is how your hair looks dead, sugar, I wonder how it looks like when it's alive" Barbara smirked, playing around with Y/n's hair. Elvis figured that Barbara and Y/n had worked together in the past, because the stylist surely wasn't as friendly with him.

"Oh stop it, Barbie-" Y/n giggled, looking unexpectedly shy but still continuing the conversation "You know, the stylist on my previous film almost fried my hair off- I tell ya, there's no one who does my hair like you do"

"It's called professionalism, angel-" Barbara stopped talking to check her watch, sighing dramatically "Oh goodness, I need to head to the back and see what Jackie's up to- That woman is all over the place" She said distastefully, leaving Elvis alone with Y/n.

Y/n casually grabbed a magazine from the vanity in front of her and leaned back in her chair. Elvis couldn't help but envy her confidence. He looked like a lost child on every set, even though he had done one too many movies already. He should be accustomed to this whole ordeal, but yet he isn't. Of course, that's why he became a singer in the first place, he belonged on a stage not in film studios.

"Not going to introduce yourself to me, are you?" Y/n spoke up, not bothering to look at him. Perhaps the dress on the magazine was far more intressing.

"I think there's no need for that" Elvis told her, with a new found confidence. He hated being talked to in that way, as if he wasn't even worth looking at.

"Of course there isn't, Mr.Presley" She rested the magazine on her lap as she turned her head to finally meet his eyes "I simply thought you'd have the common decency to do so, is all"

"Interesting" He mumbled, not helping the way his brows furrowed in irritation. Y/n was trying to mess with him, though he didn't know why.

"Indeed, Mr.Presley" Y/n nodded, grabbing the magazine once again "I just hope you haven't misunderstood your being here"

"What do you mean exactly?" Elvis never expected his first encounter with Y/n to go like this, but he coudn't help the way his blood had started to boil.

Before she could answer, the two stylists came out of the backroom. Elvis saw Y/n smirk with satisfaction, while she resumed flipping through the magazine.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

"Alright everyone! Almost always true scene! Take 3! And...Action!"

"I missed you Miley" Elvis said, looking lovingly at Y/n and trying to forget how angry she'd made him just an hour prior. Elvis had to show her that he was on this set for a reason, that he was good at this.

"I missed you too-" Y/n told him sweetly as she pretended to drive "What were you doing all that time while I was missing you?"

"Being true to you?" Elvis hid behind his hat, just like the director had told him to do.

Y/n pushed his hat down playfully "Always?"

"Almost always"

"You mean to tell me-!"

"I was always, baby I was always

Well almost always true to you..." Elvis began singing and dancing around in the car.

The scene felt like it went on forever and having to sing the same lyrics over and over again felt like a punishment that Elvis was sure he didn't deserve. Even so, the director was finally heard from the distance and the cameras stopped rolling.

"Great work everyone!" The director spoke into the megaphone. Then proceeded to walk towards Elvis and Y/n, who were quick to create a distance between each other when they got out of the fake car.

"Elvis, Y/n, how are you getting along?" The man looked at the two actors.

"We're having a wonderful time, Norman" Y/n spoke, smiling wide at the man before her "I'm sure that we'll work extremelly well together for the next couple of months"

Elvis was left impressed by the woman's interpersonal skills. The way she was able to change the topic and completely charm her boss.

"Couldn't agree with you more, Mrs. Y/l/n, couldn't agree more" Norman patted the woman's cheek slightly, and before Elvis could say anything, he was already making his way towards the cafeteria with the rest of the crew. Y/n chuckled a bit after seeing Elvis's expression of pure shock.

"What are ya playing at, doll?"

"Me?" Y/n grinned as she also started making her way towards the buffet "I'm just doing my job, Elvis"

"So that's your job?" Elvis's voice was dripping with sarcasm "And here I was thinking it was acting"

"And that's how I know that you haven't a clue what Hollywood is like, Mr. Presley" Y/n stopped walking, her playfull demeanor shifting to a more austere one, as she looked up at him.

"Are you kidding me? I've done six pictures and-"

"I don't mean making movies, love, I mean Hollywood, the industry" Y/n talked with a hint of sadness in her voice, still she couldn't help the bitter chuckle that erupted from her throat "But you could never understand. You're a man, you don't have the need to charm anyone in your workplace-"

"Well, why do you have the need to do so?" Elvis felt kind of bad for being so agressive, now that he was looking at her dissapointed face.

"Elvis, these directors and producers, they don't want me for my skills, they want me for my body and my looks. So, I might as well use that to my advantage and give them the sweet, dumb woman they expect- And, well, if they take a liking in you, you've secured a year's worth of movie contracts. Now, If you don't mind.." And she walked away, leaving Elvis dumbfounded. While he watched her, the Hollywood Queen he saw in magazines started looking more like a young woman, who was trying to make the most of what she had. Just like him.

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[eremiie]

hbd cornelius springer <3

❥ nsfw | 3.2k words | connie x fem!reader

❥ content - blowjob

❥ the birthday boy deserves some birthday head!!!

happy birthday connie springer, and happy belated birthday @arlerted ily both a whole lot <3... i started this at like 4am so pls bare with this

"you enjoying your birthday?"

connie turns around at the sound of your voice, soda can in hand while he closes the fridge door.

the way his face lights up when he connects your voice to your face makes you beam. his eyes get wide, eyebrows rise up, and a crooked smile graces his features as you walk forth, your hand trailing against the kitchen counter.

it makes you smile, the ways he's immediately stoked to see you. it's endearing if anything and your heart flutters at the excitement that twinkles in his eyes at your appearance.

"duh... yeah of course i like it."

"duh... yeah of course i like it."

"duh... yeah of course i like it."

his stupid smile shifts into a small smirk and he picks up his drink to take another sip. "what're you lookin' at?"

seriously? were you that obvious?

he leans back against the corner of the kitchen counter, twirling the soda can in his hand to shake his drink up while steadying himself with his elbows. you can tell the question was one he was genuinely waiting on an answer for— it was to just rile you up and one for him to shrug off with a 'just messin'.

you roll your eyes. there was no reason to give him an ego. "your ugly party hat." your tone is snarky, and a breathy laugh leaves connie's throat as he shakes his head at you. he beckons with two slender fingers.

"come 'ere."

your stomach turns at the gesture— no at the sentence and you curse the slight stubbornness that keeps you standing where you stood with your arms crossed. "what?"

connie holds your gaze easily, and instead of giving you an answer his hand reaches out to pull you towards him by your forearm.

you stumble forward until you were situated between his feet, a strong hand encasing your wrists and his breath fanning across your face from the proximity of you and connie.

his eyes look more hazel up close, green and yellow dancing like a fiery bright fire. you can feel the denim of his jeans rub against the fat flesh of your thighs from where you stand, and connie makes no effort to move back.

it's a clear invasion of your space but neither you or him seem to mind— and you hope connie didn't take the way your heart jumps in your chest and your suddenly uneven breathing as a sign that you did mind. no, it was the exact opposite of that if anything.

"are you enjoying the party?" his voice comes out a little too smooth for your liking. where was the slight cracks in his voice as he spoke or the lilts in his tone as he tried his best to be a flirt?

the way he looks at you doesn't help. his eyes are low lying, having trouble staying focused on only just yours. you notice them flit a little lower every now and then before popping back up to match your gaze.

you hoped you came off as unbothered— stable and unfazed by his sudden demeanor. if it wasn't obvious by now your slight attraction to connie was something that you couldn't seem to let go of ever since you had first met him.

you hated how goofy he was and how the lame jokes he'd crack would always make you laugh regardless of how stupid. you hated how  somehow he'd always coerce you to do the handy work when it came to class projects because he was too lazy to get up off his own ass and help you. you hated how even through all these little silly quirks of his if he really wanted to with a few slip ups here and there he could make the hairs on your arms stand and have you stop breathing just from a slick look and slick sentence.

you hated all these things because they all made you feel gushy inside no matter how dumb it was. they made your body warm and gave you this comforting feeling that you couldn't get from anyone else.

so when connie repeats another "hm?" catching you off guard for the second time, that warm feeling returns because this time the pads of his fingers drum against your shoulder, a little to close to the junction near your neck.

"as long as ymir and sash keep me entertained, then yeah. this little 'party' isn't that bad." your quick with your response this time once he sets you back on track and you calm a bit.

"so ymir 'n sash are the life of the party for ya?" he pouts, and you scrunch your nose up when he leans in a little more, a mock pitiful expression on his face. "damn, 'n i'm supposed to be the birthday boy... that's crazy."

you can tell he's a little under the influence. despite it being his birthday he was actual one out of a few to keep their drinking at a light tonight. you couldn't say the same for armin who was currently passed out and curled up at the safety of mikasa's side on the large sofa, or for reiner who was last crying to ymir before she managed to 'shut the fuck up jockey' him as you walked pass.

you liked it like this though, liked to know that the interactions between you and connie weren't entirely the alcohol talking.

but it wasn't like it was ever really anything but him talking when he got more than comfortable with you.

light touches up the soft skin of your thighs, moving you around by placing his hands on your waist (where you must say they fit like a puzzle), or attacking you in tickles when he decided to crash at you and sasha's place and you wouldn't pass up the remote.

those were all connie, but it was nice to know that the person in front of you was mostly connie as well.

"you are... you just haven't been keeping me company as you should have." you lift up a hand right in front of his face and pretend to inspect your nails before dropping four fingers down to your palm and turning your nails to you once again.

connie let's out a low laugh at the gesture before using his own palm to cup the top of your hand. you expect him to push it down and let go but he only holds it in his grip with that same dumb smile plastered on his face as he doesn't fail to keep eye contact with you.

"ha-ha, so funny. you act like we didn't dance together," you recall the memory of connie hoisting you up from the couch and spinning you around until your backside was pressed against him, asking you to 'dance'. if anything that encounter is probably what encouraged the tingle between your legs and pushed you to follow connie into the kitchen. "sit together for like a good ass while, and play cards together— cheating together i might add."

you giggle, "did eren not realize that practically half the deck was under my ass and in your pockets?" connie reciprocates your giggle in his cheery tone and he raises the soda can to his lips again to empty it out inside his mouth.

"nah, but for real, what more company do you need?"

in the back of your head you had a solid idea of the kind of company you needed from connie, but you weren't even sure if your mind was quick enough to formulate it into a sentence that sounded appealing to the ears, enticing even.

a dramatic sigh leaves your lips and your hands come up to connie's head, one index plucking at the thin string below his chin and the other one holding the loud party hat until you were pulling it off and fiddling with it in your hand.

connie's hand automatically comes to rub at the short grey strands with a small frown at the absence of his hat. he stands up straight so he's peering down at you and his arm swings over your shoulder as he begins walking the two of you towards the exit to the kitchen abandoning his empty can of soda. "what?"

you slow down your pace so that he slows down and pull his arm from around you just as quickly as he placed it there massaging his knuckles in the process.

the eagerness to stay alone with him and not go back out where the chatters of all your friends would become tenfold is what makes you more bold, is what makes you back connie up towards the kitchen island until your practically leaning on him with doe eyes, fluttering your lashes and saying, "just wanna be alone with you for a minute..." you hesitate for a moment before beginning to speak again, "i gotta present for you, but we gotta go upstairs."

it's like your words alone manage to somewhat crack the demeanor he had going on. how his mouth slightly parts and how his body tenses up slightly tells you. you're thankful for the small adrenaline rush a measly walk to the archway gave you.

"shit, what's upstairs?" you relish in how he feeds into your words instead of stuttering under pressure and his hand moves to the small of your back pulling you even closer.

it's noticeable that he likes to feel your skin on his, and his hands are warm against the skin of your hip, practically singeing it with just his touch. it sends a hot feeling throughout your body and you indulge in him some more, fully enveloping your hand with his free one and giving a nice smile.

"if you come with me then it'll be me and you," and he lets you pull him along like a dog on a leash, sticking as close to its owner as possible as he's so close behind you that you can feel him up against your back as you begin to nonchalantly walk past your group of friends conversing in the living room.

for you it's easy to ignore their remarks and looks of 'finally'. after all, you knew they were coming. but connie couldn't, shooting silly faces to his audience as he lets you pull him along.

"they're finally fucking."

"go, birthday boy!"

"gettin' some birthday pussy!"

"_______, bite his dick off for me!"

the only phrase to elicit some sort of reaction from you is the mumbly one from sasha from whatever was in her mouth as she encouraged you to injure connie.

all the phrases seem to get one out of connie, from him pretending to fuck you from behind causing you to pinch the tan skin of his wrist to him making kissy faces at jean, eren, and even to ymir who further encouraged you to take a chomp out of his little friend.

you lead him through his bedroom door, immediately locking it because you know he'll forget and then turning to face him again.

when you turn back around connie's still looming over you, his hands lankily at his sides and it's as if he doesn't know what to do with them.

it makes you titter, and you take a step towards him pulling at his wrists place his hands back on your hips. "so what's my present?"

your hands come up to come his face and his skin is soft under your touch. he's warm and his breathing is unsteady as you lean forward to press your lips onto his.

he quickly returns the kiss, more fervently than you if anything. connie immediately groans as if the feeling of your lips on his was something he was craving.

connie pushes you against the door, a small thud eliciting from the way your back hits it and he lets go of your hips to cup your face and bring you deeper into the kiss.

the way he presses up so close against you makes you part your lips slightly giving him enough time to slip his tongue into your mouth until it's slotted alongside yours.

his knee parts your legs and bump against your crotch making you moan and let go of his face, holding onto his shoulders instead.

you pull back to breathe for a brief moment— and connie's eyes are overcast with lust. he doesn't have that twinkle from earlier and his grip on your hips is tighter than it was a few seconds ago.

he breathes heavily and rests his forehead against yours then dropping his knee. "that wasn't all i get for my birthday, right?"

with another roll of your eyes you shake your head. "it'd be a little rude of me to leave you like this, yeah?"

you slide down the wall until your knees hit the carpet and sit back on your shins. your delicate hands slide down connie's chest until the tips of your fingers are brushing over the buckle of his belt.

"yeah," connie's eyes flutter shut and he places a hand on the door to once again steady himself. "'d be real fuckin' rude of you."

your hands make work of his belt, unclasping the loop, unzipping the zipper and unbuttoning his pants to begin shrugging down the denim.

you had barely even started doing anything yet connie's mouth was slightly parted in anticipation. it was amusing how even the slightest touch from you could elicit a reaction out of him.

you pride yourself in this, and you take your time letting your fingertips massage the length of connie's clothed cock beneath his boxers. his body stutters overtop of you for a quick second and you move your hands to the hem of his boxers to begin pulling them down.

he's pretty; a slightly flushed tip that complimented the tan color of his skin. he's clearly already hard and you swear when your hand wraps around him his dick twitches in your touch. "god," he mumbles.

his dick is heavy in your hand, and he's thick to the touch. with a few test pumps you prop yourself up on your knees once more and place a hand over his thigh. "c'mon," his tone is encouraging yet hurrying, needy.

you click your tongue at him before using it to kitten lip his tip, like you were just trying to get a taste. connie hisses above you and drops his hand down to the top of your head.

"c'mon, we can't take too long with everyone still down there."

you know he's only saying so because he wants to feel your mouth around him. he's only being needy because it's something he'd been craving over the course of a few months. you are something he had been craving and now that you were under him he wanted all of you, starting with what you were willing to give which happened to be your pretty throat.

nevertheless, he's the birthday boy and you want to help pleasure him, making him feel a euphoric feeling that you know he's longed for.

you stick your tongue out and slap his tip against the flat of your tongue, and connie lets out another short groan, his fingers scrunching your hair.

connie shudders from above you and you almost feel bad for teasing him. you let the warmth of your mouth consume him completely— well, as far as you can while your hand works at the remainder.

"yeah, yeah..." he hums and he opens his eyes  again to look down at you.

your mouth around him felt heavenly, and the image of you sucking him off was even better; cheeks hollowed out and hand pumping his length.

you were so pretty.

connie brings the hand in your hand down to your cheek to feel himself through the skin, his tip pressed up against the inside of your cheek as he slightly rolls his hips forward to fuck in your mouth gently.

you pull off of him, pushing spit to the front of your mouth and letting your saliva drip onto his cock.

"fuck, you can't do that," he whines and rubs his tip against your lips until you open up again for him and his hand returns to your hair. "stick your tongue out."

you obey. using the leverage he has on your locks, he pushes deeper into your mouth, bobbing your head as he thrusts forward. small moans leave connie's lips. he's infatuated with the way your tongue slides against his underside as you try your best to relax your throat to let him in.

he loves it, loves how your mouth is so wet and sloppy around him, how it feels so good to be inside you— and he wants to feel every part of you, not stopping at your mouth.

saliva drips from the corner of your mouth and you try to suppress the gags that try to come up. you whimper from underneath connie, and he pulls out to give you a minute to breath.

it's funny how he's breathing harder then you his chest heaving. "that fuckin' mouth,"

you give a slight smile at the compliment, pleased to know you were pleasing him.

"i need it s'more."

what kind of person would you be if you didn't give the birthday boy what he wanted?

so you give him more, using connie's thighs to keep yourself steady, relaxing yourself and breathing through your nose as you let connie fuck your mouth.

he becomes erratic, the grip he has on your hair is slightly painful but you know he's too caught up in his lust, too caught up in the haven that was your throat.

he's so lost in the pleasure that he doesn't warn you when he's about to cum and you only know by the way his cum spills down your throat making you cough and pull off of him.

what you could only assume was a "sorry" comes from him as he calms down, pulling up his boxers and jeans but forgetting to buckle his belt. his hand reached out for you to grab it.

you take it and he pulls you up until you're almost at his height again, that same dumb smile on his face. "did you like your present?" you hum after you clear your throat.

"duh..." his thumb comes up to wipe at the saliva around your mouth before pushing the digit between your lips. you waste no time entertaining him, sucking your spit up and popping off of his thumb. "you thinkin' you could gimme something else though?"

you snort, "what happened to we couldn't take too long cause everyone's downstairs?"

"i'm still hard, it's my birthday, i really don't give a fuck who's downstairs." his words contradict his earlier statement but you brush it off, pulling him by the string of his jacket and pressing another peck to his lips.

"get in the bed birthday boy."

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[gingersnaaps]

making things right

you and iwaizumi just aren't meant to be, and if he has to fuck some sense into your little brain for you to understand, then so be it.

wc: 2.8k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): noncon, explicit n*fw, blackmail, emotional manipulation, emotional sadism, dumbification, degradation, fem!reader with inner genitals, has something resembling an actual plot

a/n: i couldn't decide which way i wanted to go with the plot, so i just did both. read a darker version of this here

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Oikawa really doesn’t like how much time Iwaizumi has been spending around you lately.

It’s not that he’s jealous, of course - that kind of pettiness is far beneath him - it just doesn’t seem right. It’s not the natural order of things for someone as pretty as you, all soft skin and glowing smiles, to be practically draped around Iwaizumi all the fucking time.

He’s counted, you know, and today was the thirty-eighth time that you’ve visited their lunch table and somehow ended up on Iwaizumi’s lap.

And doesn’t he also have to think of his team? The Spring Interhigh’s coming up, and it wouldn’t do for one of the most important players on the team to be constantly distracted. He’s seen the way Iwaizumi looks at you: it’s adoration encapsulated in a gaze, the kind of tenderness and admiration that he’s only ever seen Iwaizumi direct at himself.

Oikawa’s going to have to fix this, isn’t he? He’s going to have to make everything the way it should be.

-

He finds that he enjoys the constant planning and brainstorming and especially the fantasizing far more than he’d anticipated.

Oikawa notes down which days you go home immediately after school, which days you stay, and the routes you take home. He writes down all your friends in a little notebook, familiarizes himself with the classes you take, and pays extra attention to your mood swings.

Of course, as he spends more and more time detailing every aspect of your life, it’s only natural for his thoughts to… wander. In class, he catches his own attention drifting away from Japanese literature to thoughts of what you’d look like strung out on his cock, eyes squeezing out tears as he stuffs you full and claims your pussy. He thinks about how slutty your skirt looks when you’re bending over, and about how much he’d like to rip it off of you. He likes to imagine how Iwaizumi would react, too - the way he’d cry and sob and finally understand that you don’t belong with someone like him.

He finds that these thoughts allow him to tolerate Iwaizumi’s presence near you a lot better, even though the two of you have only grown closer as of late. When you start getting particularly obnoxious with your flirting, he just has to picture you screaming in pain as he fucks you dry, or think about the bulge in your throat from his cock shoved deep inside your mouth. And when he sees Iwaizumi finally ask you out on a date to the ramen place nearby, he almost feels sorry for how short-lived, how temporary, your romance is going to be.

As the weeks go by and the Interhigh draws near, Oikawa thinks he’s got a pretty good idea of how to make it happen.

It starts off almost too easy.

Oikawa’s usually the one who stays late after practice, slamming his serves into the opposite end of the court until his vision goes dizzy and his arms turn numb. But Iwaizumi - bless his generosity - had planned on staying after to help a few of the first years out with their serves.

He waits at the school gates, scanning the entrance for any sign of you. You should be finishing up with your little club soon if the notes he’d been keeping were any indication, and sure enough, he spots your bright teal jacket scurrying towards the gates after just a few minutes.

Oikawa plasters on his friendliest smile, waving you towards him. “Hey,” he greets. “Iwa-chan told me to wait for you today. Do you want to come over? He’ll be along in just a minute - he’s just cleaning up the gym a bit.”

“Aren’t you the captain?” you tease. “So much for being responsible.”

He forces out a laugh. Do you realize how insufferable you are? Because you’re really not doing yourself any favors with the way you’re acting. But he pushes down the surge of anger that threatens to spill over, because he knows you’ll change your tune as soon as you arrive at his place.

He can’t wait.

The walk home is filled with empty banter, useless conversation that flits back and forth on the most boring of topics. To be honest, Oikawa appreciates this - it gives him the mental room to think about much more interesting things, like the way your breasts are pushing against the jacket, or the slight sheen of your lip gloss. Or, alternatively, the way your breasts would look spilling out of his hands, and the way your shiny lips would look smeared with spit and cum.

He places a hand on your waist as he guides you inside his house, but you stiffen. “Isn’t Hajime supposed to have caught up to us by now?” you ask.

Hajime.

First name basis, huh?

It’s a small detail, but it’s the kind of change that has him seeing red at the periphery of his vision, the kind that makes him want to ruin your slutty body until it's bruised and leaking cum. He’s been friends with Iwaizumi for twelve years. Twelve years, and all he’s gotten from him is a nickname. You’ve known him for barely a fucking year, and here you are, sauntering away with his first name.

His hand on your waist tightens, gripping and squeezing at your lovely flesh until he can feel you wince in pain. “I’m afraid it might be a while,” he says, voice brittle.

“What do you mean?” you ask, turning around, your eyes widening.

Oikawa shoves you inside and slams the door. “I mean,” he hisses. “That your precious Hajime won’t be coming around anytime soon.”

Panic rises in your throat, but he slaps a hand over your mouth quicker than you can scream. All that escapes is a strangled cry, weak and thin, one that quickly dies out in the entrance hall of his house. It’s much too quiet to reach any neighbors, you realize with a sinking feeling. The last bit of faint hope you harbor in the back of your mind dies when you realize that there’s no concerned housewife coming to check on the commotion, no fumbling child who might stumble in on you and Oikawa. You’re alone. You’re fucked.

He’d made sure of it.

“Bitches like you are so stupid, aren’t you? Making me spell everything out for you.” His voice drips condescension as he yanks you by the hair towards the bedroom. There’s no reason to put up an act anymore, he thinks, so he can be as rough as he wants with his new toy - he just has to make sure he returns you in one piece to Iwaizumi. Oikawa’s sure he won’t mind if you’re a little beat up around the edges, a little used by the end of this.

As he throws you down on the bed, the thought gives him immense satisfaction. You’d been so eager to do things with Iwaizumi - he’d coaxed out embarrassed confessions from his friend over late-night calls - so he’s almost sure that you’re a needy slut during sex.

Of course, you’re not nearly so eager now, not when he’s holding your squirming body down on the bed.

“You do realize that this is what you get, right? It’s your fault for being this fucking easy. Should’ve thought a bit harder about going home with me. Did your mommy and daddy never teach you to not trust men?” he says, face curling into a smile.

You’re unable to get a word out, mouth dry and cottony from the fear that pierces you. He watches your eyes flicker between the bulge in his pants and his face, uncertain and wary, like a deer caught in headlights. Oikawa can’t help the sick pleasure that bubbles up within him at the look on your face.

“Please,” you say hoarsely. “Please.”

“You have to use your words, you know. You could be begging me to stop, but I think you like this. I think you’re begging me to get on with it,” he says.

Maybe he’s taking it a step too far with the dramatics, but he can’t bring himself to tone it down - not when he’s right about to get to the good bit, and certainly not when he sees those pretty tears trickling down your face.

He looks you up and down appraisingly. He’d always thought you were rather pretty, with your soft halo of hair and your glittering smile - but he can’t deny that there’s a special sort of charm in the way you fidget uncomfortably under his gaze.

It makes him hungry.

As he spreads your thighs apart, all he can think about is how much he wants to claim you, to ruin you, because that’s what he imagines fucking you is like: ownership and victory spread on his tongue while your juices drench his cock. All the filthy dreams he’s had, every fantasy he’s gotten off to late at night, and the stifling heat spreading through his core is begging him to fuck you, to ravish your tight hole until the only name you know is his own.

He doesn’t really want to bother with prep. He’s sure that stretching you out on three - no, maybe four fingers until you scream would be fun, but you don’t deserve that kind of special treatment. Aren’t sluts like you supposed to be wet all the time anyway?

You can feel the outline of his dick dragging along your soft thighs, pressing close to your cunt, a breathy moan escaping his lips from the friction of his sweatpants grinding against your body. It’s not long before he pulls his cock out all the way and strokes it a few times. He grabs at your hips, maneuvering you like a rag doll, and fits the tip of his cock at your fluttering entrance. Nudging at your hole, he pushes in just the head of his cock - enough so you can feel the sting of his girth, but not nearly deep enough to offer any real relief.

You whine involuntarily, and a grin lights up his face. “You’re desperate, aren’t you?” he asks, dragging a thumb against your lips. “Is it because Iwa-chan doesn’t fuck you well enough? Is his pathetic dick too small to fill up that hole of yours properly?” he leers. “I’ve seen his cock before… mine’s bigger, you know.”

“Fuck you,” you mumble. You’re dizzy from the fear and panic that clouds your brain, but anger still seeps into your veins at his crude words.

Maybe if your head was a bit clearer, you would’ve realized that only stupid girls talk back.

Oikawa’s hips snap into yours harshly, his cock tearing at your insides, and you let out a strangled gasp. You’re not prepared for how well his cock stretches you out - it’s curved in all the right places, ramming into your cervix, brushing up against your tender g-spot - and as he ruthlessly pounds your frail body into the mattress, your mind blanks, overloaded with sensation. You can’t remember who you are, or why you’re getting fucked. The only thing on your mind is the raw feeling of being cunt split wide open, of having your insides rearranged until you’re a drooling, dumb mess.

“Fuck who?” he asks, shoving two fingers inside your sloppy mouth,

“F- fuck…” you whisper. His fingers are gripping at your hips so tightly you can feel the skin beginning to bruise, and there’s just too much to handle. He’s everywhere; his fingers probe around your mouth, making you gag, and his cock drags along your tender walls until you’re left quivering around his length.

He leans down to kiss at your forehead, his lips brushing tenderly against your hair. “You can do it, baby,” he encourages, cooing at you. “You can say it.”

“Fuck me,” you whimper quietly, cheeks burning with shame.

“Good girl,” he says, voice sickly sweet. “I knew you could do it for me.”

Fucking you feels so much better once you’re compliant, he thinks. He slows down a bit, savoring the sensation of your cunt twitching uselessly while you writhe on the bed in pleasure. He feels a sharp jolt of arousal as he looks at the marks he’s left all over you, admiring how the angry bruises on your hips and waist are beginning to purple.

You tug at his shirt, sniffling and crying. “Please,” you beg. You’re not sure what you’re asking for anymore, not even sure whether you want Oikawa to stop or continue, but you can’t handle the way he’s slowly fucking you senseless.

He raises an eyebrow. “You want it faster?” he asks cruelly, bouncing you into his cock. There’s no response on your end, but Oikawa thinks he’ll take that as a yes. And if that’s what you want?

Well, that’s what you get.

The hum of pleasure in your core intensifies as he picks up speed again. This time, he angles his cock until it grinds down harshly on your sensitive spot, leaving your legs limp and body helpless as your cunt tightens like a vice. As you shudder from the orgasm that washes over you, he spills into your pussy until your hole is leaking white down your thighs.

You can feel him laughing softly as he pulls out and climbs to rest beside you, leaving you stuck in a pool of your own sweat and cum and. He wipes the remaining cum off of his cock, smearing it on your face, but you barely react. You feel so dirty, so tainted and violated, but you’re not sure you could move even if you tried - his cock has left you boneless and made sure that every square inch of your body is sore and aching.

“Well,” he says, breathless. “Better run home unless you want Iwa-chan to know you’ve been all used up.”

Hajime? Your eyes widen, welling up with tears.

Oikawa unlocks the phone in his hand and presses play.

The sounds that echo through the empty room make you feel like screaming, because there’s no denying the solid, tangible proof that’s being played back. Your breathy moans are clear as day, and it’s unmistakable when you hear yourself begging Oikawa to fuck you harder, faster, to split you apart on his cock.

With a sinking feeling, you know there’s no explanation that would ever satisfy Hajime if he heard this audio. You can already see the pain in his eyes if he were to find out that his best friend for the past twelve years had ruined you, fucked you so thouroughly that you could barely tell the difference between pain and pleasure.

You don’t want that, you realize miserably. You can’t have that.

“I’m not going to send it,” he says. He sees hope creep into your expression, as if you’re almost daring to believe that you could go back to your normal life after this little session, but he doesn’t feel any pity for you when he speaks again.

“Not if you stay away.”

You and Hajime don’t belong together anyway, so why would he be sorry?

Your eyes drop as you inhale shakily. Oikawa watches you fumble around for your clothing, entertained by the way you trip and stumble as your weak legs attempt to hold you upright. It makes for an awkward, ugly image - but he can’t deny the warm thrill of satisfaction that runs up his spine as you slink out of his bedroom.

He’s finally making things right.

-

When you go to school the next day, you’re glad that you don’t have any classes with Hajime for the first time ever. It makes it easier to avoid him, and you purposely choose to sit as far away as possible from their table in the lunchroom. You don’t bother responding to his messages either, every single text of his sending a bitter jolt of pain through you, and you eventually block his number.

Weeks later, you’re not sure he’d believe you even if you were to explain everything. What would you even say? That you’d been ignoring him and ghosting him because his best friend of twelve years had raped and blackmailed you? That someone he knows and trusts was capable of devastating violence? Oikawa and him seem closer than ever, and you start to wonder at your own stupidity. To think that you could ever get in between a bond as close as theirs - maybe Oikawa was right all along.

You’re walking home alone one day, the hazy late-day sun bathing the roads in a shimmering heat, when you hear footsteps and a voice behind you. Your heart hammers unsteadily, getting ready to run, when you hear three words that make your stomach drop.

“I’ve missed you.”

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[nightmar6ss]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐃

PAIRING: yang jungwon x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Being a highly respected prosecutor and working with Yang Jungwon, a lawyer at the most prestigious law firm in Korea, seemed to be the perfect life for you— until a serial killer striked again after years in your area having a murder streak of 27 people in the last decade. Now, investigating the case you find yourself getting into life challenging situations every day, of course with the help of jungwon.

Word count: 1.6K

GENRE: crime, mystery, romance, angst

WARNINGS: contains graphic scenes so read at your own risk! just jungwon being a simp for his sunbae aka you </3, major character death, will have a happy ending!!

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February 24th, 2022

"Today we are finally getting our grades, I'm fucking nervous" Hikaru, your best friend of five years whispered under her breath. However, as the classroom was completely silent everyone was about to hear her, including your teacher. You glanced in her direction with a small smile tugged on your lips.

"Watch your mouth or you will be sent to the principals' office!" your teacher, miss Kang pointed a finger in her way and shook her head.

"Sorry I usually swear in stressful situations" she put her hands up in defense and shrugged, disappointing miss Kang for the tenth time this month.

"If you guys aren't confident about your grades, then it's your fault you know! You simply receive what you offered during lessons this entire semester. Now, each one of you will have to come here and get your report card once your name is called" she scolded in a harsh tone and proceeded with the reports.

You patiently waited for your name to be called, biting on your bottom lip nervously. You had to be at the top of your class, you thought. After all, you've been the top student for several years in a row. You were a perfectionist indeed.

"Kim Y/n, our role student," your teacher said with a wide smile and you slowly got up, steadily walking towards the desk. "This semester, it looks like you're not giving it your best" she mumbled quietly, and suddenly, your smile flattened.

You took a quick peek at your grades and noticed that you weren't the top student anymore. taking a sharp breath, you quietly went back to your seat, with a bitter smile plastered on your pink plump lips.

"How did you do?" Hikaru asked you with her eyebrows raised in anticipation. You didn't want to admit you got second place, never.

"Does it matter? How did you, Hikaru? Don't tell me you got last place again" you spat out without thinking. Thankfully, your friend didn't think much of it even though it did annoy her just a bit.

"Why are you getting so defensive all of the sudden? And no, for your information I got 21st place! Isn't that wonderful?" She smiled proudly at herself as you thought to yourself 'but the students in our class are 21'.

"But-" you didn't get to finish your sentence since Miss Kang loudly said:

"And the top student for this semester, yang Jung-won! Congrats, Jung-won-ah." It felt as everything around you suddenly came to a halt. You couldn't comprehend what you just heard, was this even real? How can HE, a nobody, get first place?

"Thank you, Miss Kang, I sincerely appreciate it and hope I can meet your expectations next semester as well" the brown-haired boy bowed respectfully at her and returned to his seat with his head down.

You huffed and got up furiously, your hands in a fist. Pushing the classroom door open you instantly exited, your anger getting the best of you.

"Fucking hell! I did everything to be at the top, I even stayed awake for two days just to study for the stupid math exam so how can he be better than me" you let out, not caring if anyone heard you. Right now you just wanted to dig a hole and hide there forever.

You entered the school bathroom, drenching your face with cold water hoping it would calm you down just a bit. "I should keep him close and find out how he got the first place. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, no?"

"Yah, Yang Jungwon." You finally stand in front of the cat-eyed boy, who had his face hidden by a book. Withered heights, you read.

"Oh y/n, how can I help you?" He acknowledged you with a small smile, one that would make everyone fall for him. Heck, even you could but the pettiness inside you got the best of you.

"I want to get to know you so let's start hanging out from now on" you confidently said and looked down at him, making intense eye contact with a confused Jungwon.

"That's sudden, don't tell me you... Perhaps like me?" He gasped and your face morphed into a disgusted one, shaking your head rapidly.

"No oh my God are you CRAZY" you screamed at his face and sat down next to him, getting weird looks from students who sat some desks away from you.

"You know what? Just forget it, this friendship wouldn't work anyways" you huffed and hastily got up and walked away, leaving Jungwon with a broken heart.

Truth to be told, Jungwon had a crush on you, and no, that wasn't a recent thing. He's had a thing for you for years now but he never dared to confess nor ask you out. Hence the confusion when you suddenly came up to him.

He realized you would never notice him, after all, you were the school's heartthrob, dozens of guys asked you out and none of their confessions were accepted so why would you notice him? So he made a plan to ace every single exam so he could get better grades. He was observant and knew you would get mad by being second, therefore you'd notice him!

Seems like he was right after all.

—♡—

April 8th, 2022

"I don't like that guy, not even a bit" you whined to Hikaru and hugged her arm with despair written all over your face.

"But he seems like a nice guy-"

"To you! We are graduating in a month and I'm nervous as heck, I can't lose again to him!" You pouted and kicked your feet aggressively.

Hikaru tried to break free from you, eventually succeeding but ending up rolling over her bed and ending up on the floor with her face.

"Oh my God are you alright, " you moved to help her but she refused, instead of sitting on the floor comfortably.

"I don't get your problem, your parents aren't even strict about your grades so why-"

"You know I'm competitive, I can't help it" you buried your face into her pillow and screamed into it, Hikaru shaking her head in defeat.

"Seriously, I'm best friends with a weirdo."

—♡—

May 28th, 2022

Riiiiiiiiiing.

The bell rang, you thought to yourself and gathered your things hastily. Today was the day. Your scores would be posted on the announcement board which meant that everyone would be able to see which place you got. Saying that you were nervous was an underestimate.

You exited the classroom and ran to the announcement board with a thousand thoughts in your mind. However, you were disappointed to see that everyone was gathered around the board, completely blocking the view.

Jungwon witnessed you trying to catch a glimpse of the board to no avail so after much thought he decided to help you.

And so he did. Putting his hands inside his pockets he made his way towards the group, making them create some space so he could stand in between. He glanced at you, smiling warmly as he pointed at your name.

"Hey y/n, you got first place again" your eyes widened and you let out a breath you didn't know were holding. "Congrats, seriously."

Your smile was full of happiness as you stared deep into Jungwon's eyes. 'I did it' you thought to yourself and wrapped your arms around the boy without thinking much. At the moment you were just pleased with yourself and no embarrassment could top that.

What you didn't notice however was how quick his heartbeat was, while wrapping his arms around your waist. He looked around awkwardly, earning some scoffs from some of your boy simps.

"Let's go get ice cream Jung-won! I'll pay since you must be sad" you broke the hug and pat his back sympathetically.

"I'm not sad, I'm satisfied for once."

The next month passed rather quickly. You got closer to Jungwon just a little bit but eventually had to part ways since he moved to another city and you found yourself feeling sad. Even your mother was unhappy to know that she wouldn't get to see him anymore, she speculated that you two had something going on but was quickly dismissed by you.

From what he said, he would move to Busan due to his mother but would eventually return to Seoul someday. At least he promised.

Today was the day you'd get your acceptance letters from universities and the whole situation was nerve-wracking, to say the least. You tried to be calm but your pessimism got the best of you.

Your mother came into your room with a frown on her face, which meant only one thing.

"Did I not get in?" You stared at her in distress with your eyebrows furrowed and breath hitched.

"You did get in Seoul national law school, congrats darling!" She immediately pulled you in her arms and rubbed your back with a huge smile plastered on her lips "Mama is so proud of you, baby" you almost let out a sob of happiness and nodded.

"Let's tell dad once he gets back from work, but tell me, did Jungwon call you to tell you if he got into the university he wanted?" She questioned you, curiosity evident in her voice.

"No, not really. I guess he's already forgetting about me" you laughed bitterly and shrugged "well I don't care anyways, I got into law school!" But your mother knew that deep down you cared, more than you'd like to admit.

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[tevatstavern]

Yang overload.

- Chongyun's positive (Yang) energy seemed to have gotten stronger lately, and it's starting to get out of hand more often than needed. Maybe a little talk about it won't hurt.

[chongyun x g.n reader] [no t.w] [slight fluff]

a.n I do apologize if they're always slight fluff, ehe I'm no good at fluffy fluffy yet! And the short summaries too;; (´；ω；｀)

-•-

After a while of nothing but staring at the beautiful sight around Liyue in Wanmin, you've suddenly felt suspicious with Chongyun's present behaviour.

He seemed a little dazed, it was also accompanied with a emotionless face. You would've thought he was reflecting on his life as an exorcist. But, no. It wasn't anything like that all!

Infact, it was the complete opposite.

All he could ponder about in his mind was you. Though, It may seem like it was way too cheesy and unromantic to him. After all, he didn't have the time to have such fun or acquire a small crush on a person.

But that seemed to changed today.

With a sigh, you stirred your iced water with a graceful slide with your fingers. The ice cubes clinking slightly when touching the inner parts of the glass cup.

It was no secret that you were gifted a vision by the gods. It was no different on how the others had gotten them as well.

Flabbergasted by the sudden news, you immediately made your mind up to help the ones in dire need with your vision! Of course, it wasn't always a perfect and clean run helping out, but the compensation were definitely rewarding.

After all, with great power comes with great responsibility.

Well, to start off your day, you went ahead and tried to find a glimpse of a blue haired exorcist during the marketplace below, early in the morning. Since he seems to be here for a reason, and definitely was not intended on resting.

So you decided to tag along with him before and during his commissions given by Katheryne.

It was a mess trying to clean up the scattered Cor Lapis that suddenly spurred out of his hands the second he turned around to see you waving. And by total accident, you've managed to blow 1 away from the ground and straight to the ocean.

You've never felt so guilty yet quite amused this year. Wincing, as he came back drenched, bangs almost fully covering his eyes. The wooden planks also wet from his steps.

"Sorry! I- I seriously still don't know how to control this well! I'm so sorry-"

"Its alright, All that matters now is that I've gotten my Cor Lapis back. It would've been a disaster if it swept across oceans. It was good I manage to swim my way there on time."

And Giving him his homemade ice popsicles didn't even do the trick at all!

"..."

"..."

"...so, feel better?"

"No. The heat is slowly rising up an- and I can't seem to stop it- I- I think I might've eaten something hot while I was chewing!"

"Want me to make a sweeter version instead? Or do you want me to fetch some Cyro Whopperflower's real quick instead?"

"It- it's alright! just make the popsicles please!"

This weekend, chaos was happening more frequently around him, and you were sure it was bound to continue like this in the next weeks. Besides, you weren't sure if he was in the right mindset this afternoon after all the things that had happened this morning.

Of course you knew he was strong enough to handle such issues and problems himself! But, maybe it's time for you to intervene.

And so, with a nervous glint in your eyes, you opened up your mouth, "Hey.." you spoke out, His eyes seemingly snapping back into reality as soon as he heard your voice, before making an eye contact with you.

"Huh? What is it? My apologies, it seems like I've dozed off.." apologizing, he immediately averted his eyes. Oh dear, is he heating up quicker than usual?

"Its alright, really. I just wanted to ask if there was anything wrong lately. Uh, like your Yang energy?"

"It's nothing to worry about.. Recently, my Yang energy has gotten stronger over the past few weeks and I've been trying to restraint it as much as I can." He confessed, clearing his throat in the process before lifting one of his hands up to grab his iced drink.

With a tilt of a head, you hummed in response. "I don't know about you, but I think that's something to worry about. Any explanations on how it gotten stronger?"

"No, sadly. I'm still trying to find the reasons to it, still no luck. But that's not what matters now, we still have a commission we haven't done yet."

"Wait what? I

thought we finished them all already!"

"Ah.. about that, its not really a commission but instead, clues and information's on spirits I've managed to get a hold of."

"And who did you get it from?"

"Xingqiu, he truly is a good friend, isn't he? With this much research and clues, we'll surely find a good one amongst these papers!" With a small and gentle smile, he sends it towards you. Placing the papers right in front, your eyes scanning through each information given.

'A Blue haired demon destroying a cart of popsicles in Qingce Village?'

"..of course." Ending the topic with a sigh, you took a sip of your water, watching as the sunset slowly get overtaken by the moon and stars. Chongyun did the exact same thing as well, watching as the skies split apart to show the bright moon.

Oh dear, did he managed to catch feelings for you during his travels? He could feel his heart beating.

Touching his face with his hand, he felt the heat slowly becoming more apparent. Sneaking a glance of you near him, his eyes softened.

How would he even confess to you? It was hard confessing without feeling so mushy and awkward, but now, since his Yang energy gotten stronger, it was impossible to even spit the words out at all!

It was in a perfect scenario already! There was barely any customers near, the night sky, with you by his side. It was all set. All he had to do was tell you and everything would be complete!

With a shaky hand, he gripped the glass before sighing. 'Alright, all I have to do is tell them before it's too late!'

Feeling his cheeks heat more than it did before,

He then sputtered out his confession.

"[ y.n ]. There's something important and urgent I need to tell you." Grabbing your attention immediately, you snapped your eyes towards Chongyun. "Yeah? What is it?"

With both of your eyes interlocked with one another, your heartbeats beating in a synchronised beat- you felt like this was a dream. This exact scenario that went through your head before.

His comforting yet sharp eyes staring directly at you with such intense passion, you felt like you could melt at the sight of it. The street lights and lamps that illuminate his face, and the blush plastered across his face was enough for you to replicate the same expression.

"[ y.n ] , uhm.. I.."

"Yeah?"

"Uh, I...."

Oh, well, this wasn't going as planned for him was it?

Nervously gulping, he averted his eyes from you. Watching you stare at him with a blush apparent on your face was enough to make him feel heated up and embarrassed.

Raising his hands, he gripped them together for support. "I..." He spoke, slowly turning his words into incoherent words, mumbling silently to himself before the heat finally got the best of him.

Immediately noticing how red he've gotten, you hastily replied to him to calm down. Grabbing his hand by the action, and gently letting him take hold of the iced drink himself.

But alas, it only worsened as he realized you were holding his hand for a mere second.

"Chongyun!" You yelled out, quickly getting out of your seat before grabbing ahold of him by the arm, the wind blowing in slightly to prevent him from falling over quickly.

Settling him back to his seat in the Wanmin restaurant, you sighed. The blush still visible in your face. The fire behind you cackling as footsteps from another person suddenly is being heard.

Giving your full attention to the entrance, your shoulders tensing up in anticipation, as you waited patiently. The footsteps growing louder and louder, only to be relieved that it was Chef Mao.

"Hey! Didn't know you two were still here, I was about to close up the restaurant." He grinned, walking inside the restaurant as he immediately went tidying up.

"Oh, we were just watching the sunset. I guess we've stayed for too long." You chuckled, Chef Mao could only laugh in return.

"Wayyy too long. Well, you might need to ask for some help if you need to lift a man up." He replied, his words motioning to Chongyun. His back faced to you as he placed the utensils back to their places.

You shook your head in disagreement, despite the fact you knew he couldn't see you. "Nono, it's alright. I think I can bring him to Wangshu Inn with no problem. So, How about I help you clean up, Chef Mao?"

"If you say so, and of course, I couldn't say no to that, even if I wanted to!"

Chongyun awoken with a groan, his hands immediately shielding him from the sun rays that sneakily came through the window binds.

"Huh..? Where am I?" He muttered to himself, eyes blinking twice, before he sat upright. Taking a quick scan around his surroundings, he immediately knew where he was.

"Wangshu Inn. But why am I covered in-" his sentence was cut of by the sight of you sitting down on a chair, your head laying on top of the bed. Your lips curling slightly downwards probably from the dream you're having.

Eyes widening slightly, he took the peaceful image of you in his mind. You looked so graceful sleeping,

despite your messy hair that managed to look quite fluffy to touch. The soft rays of light shining through, your body illuminating softly, giving you such an angelic aura. It almost felt like a dream to him aswell.

With a smile, he patted your hair, running his fingers through your hair. Even if it was tangled. Before placing a small yet gentle kiss on top of your forehead.

He doesn't remember anything that had happened to him during that night, like all the memories have been swiped away from him in a millisecond.

But, he was greatful to have a peaceful morning with you finally in it this time.

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