#maybe i'm just in a Mood because one of the other members of the party is a barbarian wizard so he was both equally strong and smart

[predestinatos]

you mean everything - MV1 ೀ⋆｡🌷

summary: max needed a wedding date and you were used to being his fake partner.

tags: max verstappen x fem!reader, fake dating, friends to lovers, max is so whipped, fluff, a bit angsty maybe?, mentions of alcohol

word count: 2k

notes: i've been writing (and thinking) so much about max... my period is coming please give me a break i'm sensitive. also would love to get some feedback if possible so i know if it's worth making a series out of this!!!!

"If you want to make it believable at least hold my hand" you half-whispered to Max, who was buttoning his blazer while getting out of the car, you behind him.

"Sorry, I'm not used to this with you" he said chuckling. His sweaty palm held yours tightly, and the feeling of it was odd. Knowing Max for so long meant that these romantic gestures felt almost cringeworthy to you both, and you both had to put up award winning performances every time you played this game.

The game in question being fake-dating. It started as a funny joke where you both thought it would be great to test out the Get A Champagne Bottle For Free At This Restaurant If You Propose theory (which worked, by the way). From then onwards, you used each other as dates whenever asked by annoying family members, creepy coworkers, or just because you felt like lying.

The talking wasn't hard - you both felt comfortable in that part, lying with words coming off almost dangerously natural - but when it came to acting the part, both of you felt awkward, like kids who found relationships absolutely repulsive.

This time, though, the performance would last longer than usual: it was a wedding. Max's friend's wedding. Max could've just gone along, or bring a friend (even you as a friend). Yet he had told his friend, after one too many shots on his Bachelor's Party, and after being chosen as The Guy Who'll Take the Longest to Settle, that he had, in fact, a girlfriend. His friends didn't believe him, so he showed a picture of you two together - a selfie really, nothing much. And they still said they didn't believe it. So here you are.

You couldn't blame him, even if you wanted to. You agreed to use each other as a fake partner for as long as you could in as many situations as required, although when it all started none of you ever thought it would lead to wedding attendances.

So now there you were, Max's hand on yours, entering the small church. His eyes locked with the groom, who waved and called for you to sit near the altar.

"So you ARE real" he said, nervousness laced in his voice even as he tried to lighten the mood himself. You giggled at the irony of it, nodding as you said your congratulations.

"Just wait until the guys see this" he continued gesturing towards the bench where 3 other men around his age sat. Men you had seen before in some Instagram pictures, men you spent the previous night trying to memorize basic information about so you didn't sound suspicious.

Max's hand now fell on your waist almost instinctively - it wasn't instinctively, he told himself once he noticed its positioning. And if it was, it was only because he took this so seriously, almost as a sort of method acting. Sitting down next to his friends, he noticed how all of them seemed surprised at your presence, and something like pride filled his chest. He loved winning, loved being right even if he was lying; but most especially, he loved how jealous other men seemed to be over the fact that he was (at least in their minds) dating you.

He couldn't deny - though he tried, really - that you two looked good together. His rougher features mixed with your softer ones gave you both an aura of near unreachability, which yes, was pretentious of him to think but he thought nevertheless.

The ceremony was quick and endearing, a smile spread across everyone's faces at the shared loved between the bride and the groom. As the crowd clapped, Max leaned into you, "don't tell me you're crying". "I am, just to think that I'll have to keep pretending to date YOU for the next 10 hours" you replied, his mocking smile recognizing the joke.

The reception hall was beautifully decorated with shades of soft green and violet orchids. Max tried not to think about how much it matched the shade of your dress, how you looked like you had come to life from a classical novel. He tried to feel like anyone but Mr. Darcy as you felt so much like Elisabeth Bennett to him.

Sitting down next to him, you found this part easier - mingling and socializing was something you enjoyed more than he did - especially with alcohol in the mix. It's a wedding, you thought; this is what weddings are for.

So you drank the wine with the main course and sipper champagne to celebrate and ordered a few cocktails when it was time to dance and talk - and you felt it on your body almost as much as you felt Max's hand occasionally sitting on your thigh, but not even close to how strongly you felt his thumb caress your skin as he did so. Truth was, he too was drunk; his eyes looked smaller and his cheeks were flushed, and the amount of times he ran a hair through his dirty blonde hair had caused it to look messier. As you looked at him, you felt he never looks as attractive as when he is like this - loose and carefree, his shirt sleeves rolled up and a smile on his face when he notices people laugh at his joke.

"I have to admit I didn't think it was true" his friend said when Max left to go to the bathroom. He looked drunker than the two of you combined, his words hard to decypher, like a riddle. "He's been talking about you for months now and we never saw you for real so we thought you didn't exist" he laughed, and you laughed back before it registered.

"Months?" you asked him, eyebrows furrowed yet attempting to remain composed. You shouldn't have asked it - a supposedly month old girlfriend wouldn't be surprised but you were his fake month old girlfriend and you weren't understanding it anymore.

"Yeah. He talks about you so much all the time I think even we started to date you" he laughed again, yet this time you didn't find the joke so funny. You were frozen in your seat, merely blinking as if trying to put the confusing puzzle together, the pieces not quite fitting the way you thought they would.

A touch on your shoulder unfroze you, almost like magic, like a disney film come to life. You turned around to find the groom, somewhat sober, smiling at you while also looking somewhat concerned. "He's calling for you... And he's also absolutely wasted" he said, pointing to the door of the hall.

"Shit" you cursed, getting up from your seat at a speed you couldn't believe, worry filling your heart, making you forget the conversation you were just having.

Opening the door to the garden outside, you found Max sitting down against the wall, shirt partly unbuttoned and disheveled hair. When he saw you, he grinned, such genuine happiness laced with tipsiness.

"Lightweight" you mocked as you crouched in front of him, trying to balance yourself on your heels, somehow managing it despite your own drunkness.

"You're laughing at my mis- Shit- my misery" his throat bobbed up and down, exaggerating his own agony with a hand on his chest and another on his forehead like a Shakespeare character.

"I have to admit it's quite fun sometimes" you bit your lip as you fixed his hair as best as you could, hands brushing through its soft, blonde mess.

"You're so– you're so sweet" he said, his words dragged and messy. He brought a beer bottle to his lips but you stopped him before any liquid touched them.

"I think that's enough of that for tonight" you grabbed it and placed it behind you, sitting in front of him.

"See now... Now you're being mean" his hand grabbed a strand of your hair and played with it softly as he pouted.

"Okay big boy I'm gonna get you some water" you say, getting up once again, yet his hand stops you, grabbing your wrist tightly.

You looked at him, startled. His drunken state is visible, and it felt frustrating that you had to be the one sobering up for him. The music vibrated through the wall he leaned against, somehow tickling him, making him giggle.

"Stay," he managed to say, eyes half closed, "I'm so glad we're- Fuck things are spinning so much" his hands rushed to his eyes and his head hung low, "Ah fuck. I'm so glad we're datin- Fuck, no, oops-" he continued laughing despite how sick he felt, the whole situation sounding hilarious when filtered through alcohol.

You giggled along with him, mostly because you wanted to see if you could convince him to move, scared he might feel worse or pass out on the cold floor if he doesn't do so. "Fake dating. Fake dating, I know. I knowww" he continued, his words dragged and his finger pointing at you before poking your nose with such innocent sweetness you were taken aback.

"Max" you tried to sound more assertive but found it hard to do so, your own intoxicated state making the situation lighter than what it actually was. Your heart racing was a symptom of it, one you wouldn't feel if sobriety was an option, you thought. Max's eyes wouldn't seem to stare at you differently were he sober as well, and the way he scanned your features, his gaze staying on your lips for longer than expected, wouldn't affect you in the slightest had you not drank some alcohol.

"I like it when you say my name" he looked up at you innocently, pleading, almost.

"Want me to say it again?" you asked, smiling. You complied with these demands because you knew they were childish whims of an intoxicated man, his happiness a priority in times like these. Upon his nod, you started saying his name, half teasingly, half reassuringly, the leaves rustling in the garden behind you.

"Max... Max!! Max Max-"

He shouldn't. It would complicate things, and he liked when they were simple, clean and organized. He knew he shouldn't even when his whole vision spun and his brain convinced him that he should do things he would never do otherwise. But every time he refrained from saying something he would stumble across all his words and trip and fall and his head would only hurt more, and it seemed as if he could only focus if he kept listening to you and talking to you and looking at you.

The lights shone behind you in a way that made it feel as though he was dreaming, like you were a mirage, too good to be true. Maybe his friends were right - you weren't actually real. He wanted to be sure, in that moment. That you were real and that he wanted you as much as he thought. And though he shouldn't, though it was a terrible idea, he couldn't help but lean over to kiss you.

He tasted like champagne - bubbly and slightly sweet, his movements sloppy given his state, yet you couldn't help but drink it all in. Part of you - a big part - reciprocated the kiss, felt his fingers on the side of your neck, pulling you messily towards him, and tried to steady him, guiding him gently with your own lips.

It was odd, how this felt so right yet the fake hand holding didn't. As Max kissed you, that thought entered his clouded mind - did it feel wrong because it was fake and this was real? Your skin felt so soft, so much softer now he could touch it freely and unapologetically.

"Fuck-" he started, pulling away, his head resting against the wall once again as he stared at you, noticing how it hasn't hit you yet; what you just did, how it affected everything. "I fucking love you" he shrugged as you fixed your hair, pausing with arms raised for a few seconds before smiling softly.

"You're drunk" you replied, looking at his own grin, the gleam in his eyes making him appear both innocent and guilty of so many things.

"I'm drunk and I fucking love you"

"Max..." you started, and he said your name back to you with such tenderness you couldn't believe his lips tasted of alcohol earlier and not something sweet.

"We'll talk tomorrow, okay?" you continued, waiting for the silence to swallow you both.

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[mschoiyuki]

MIRRORS

Trafalgar Law x f!reader

TW : angst to fluff. slight suggestive, but no smut. MDNI PLEASE

WC : 3.3k

a/n : kinda shock that I can writes this long. I write this while listening to Justin Timberlake - Mirrors, hence the title. In the mood with angst, why I even like to torture myself with angst ಥ‿ಥ Also this is my first time trying to writes something suggestive, I'm sorry if it's sucks. Lastly but not least, I'm sorry if there's grammar mistakes.

Jealousy is such an ugly feeling. Sometimes you can’t help to be self conscious with yourself. Sometimes it can makes you feel insecure.

The Heart Pirates currently visiting The Sunny. Luffy invited Law for a party, he said it’s been a while that he didn’t meet Law plus Luffy want to exploring this new island together.

Since it’s quite been a while the Polar Tang ashore and meeting with the old friends you choose to dress up a little to lighten your mood. Wearing a backless long white sundress, with a long slit on the left side pairing with a wedges.

When you joined the other crews on Sunny, Sanji immediately rushing to you taking your hand and kissing the back of it, “Ah y/n-chan. Long time no see. Look at you, getting more beautiful than before.” You giggles and say “Thank you for your compliment, Sanji. But you see Nami and Robin which more beautiful than me everyday.” You slip your hand back from Sanji and give him small smile and walk to the others.

One of the most observant member on the Strawhat, Zoro finds it weird. Why? Because while Sanji do his antics with you, your boyfriend and captain didn’t do anything to it. Law just give a slight glance and then looks away. Sure Law’s stares filled with annoyance but he didn’t do anything. But Zoro just shrug it off.

Why is Law didn’t do anything to it? Why is Law didn’t stayed at your side? Because he trust you? Well yeah, maybe. But the other reason is because of the fights both you had days before. The reason of the fight? He forgot. But with his stubbornness he won’t apologize first. Nor were you. Not because of your stubbornness. No. Because you so fed up with always being the one to apologize first. Being the first one to reach out first. Being the only one to fight for this relationship to make it work.

So fucking tired. Does he really loves you? Does he wants this relationship? Does he needs you? Is this the end of it? All of sudden the negative thoughts gnawed your brain. You try to choke back the tears, giving the best smiles to the peoples.

Law saw how Sanji compliments you and kiss your hand. He feels a little sharp pain in his chest. He is jealous, but he won’t admit it out loud. He wants to yank you and keeps you by his side. Especially how beautiful you looks with that sundress. It's really been a long time he didn't see you dress up. But his pride is bigger than anything else. So he just sending death glare to Sanji while he talks to Luffy.

Law did realize Zoro kinda observed him and you but he just shook of Zoro observation. Law knows Zoro won’t do anything to you. Law knows how much you loves him and won’t even gives other men chances to flirt with you.

He did feels guilty over your fight days before. Yet he doesn’t want to apologize first. He is busy and he is so sure that after you calm down you will come to him, apologize or just brings him his favorite onigiri made by yourself that he loves the most.

Before exploring the island, Sanji prepare a massive lunch for both crews to enjoy. As Law sit beside you and eat in silence, you give a small talk to Zoro whose also sit beside you. The crews know Zoro is not a big talker, yet he still engage with your small talk because he respect your as a fellow swordman. A skillful one he might said. The corner of Law's eye caught you and Zoro interactions, why the hell you didn't talk to him? Are you ignoring him now? You want to play this kind of game? Fine. Two can play the game.

Law then talk to Chopper about a new medical books and also gives some information about new historical books to Robin. You caught his talks with Robin, you know Robin means no harm to you. But you can't help the negatives thoughts you had deep inside your brain that start to crawl out to the surface. She is so beautiful, so smart, her intelligence is top tier, heck she IS the Ohara's scholar, she can read the poneglyphs, her devil fruit power is insane, her body can makes every men drools. Compare to you? You don't have devil fruit power, you don't have that kind of body, you are nothing compare to her.

The explorer team to the island is Luffy, Zoro, Robin, Law and you. the other choose to stay behind and wait while enjoying Sanji's desserts. The Heart Pirate crews feels a little bit relieved when both of you goes to the island, truth be told they can't stand the heavy tension from both of you. Even the chaotic trio choose to stay at the Sunny. You choose to walk at the back and walk with Zoro, since Nami ask a favor to not let Zoro get lost.

"Did something happened with Torao and you?" Zoro break the silence. You try to keep your cool and stay calm, "What? No. Nothings happen." Giving your sweetest smile to Zoro. Heck. Zoro doesn't convince with your answer but he won't push anything further. So he just hummed and stick to your side so he won't get lost.

When you stare at your front and see Law still talks to Robin you can't help the dark thoughts controlling your minds, and that pang on your chest. You bite your inner lips to stay calm and keep walking.

The chaos start when Luffy accidentally poke a beast, that it goes rampant and started to chase all of you. "RUUNN!! GET BACK TO SUNNY!" Luffy laugh and start to punch the beast. You start to run back as fast as you can. Almost slipping you try to balance yourself but alas you can feel your left ankle bend to the other way and you hiss. The throbbing pain makes you lost your balance and you sure your face gonna meet the soil ground.

You feel a hand wrap around your back and swoop you up, another hand on the back of your knees. But the hands feels different than the usual that always caressing you softly. Oh.. It's Zoro that held you. Stunned, you just stare at his face with confuse looks. "Better not get that pretty face of yours kissing the ground" He smirk and run fast, yet you still need to tell him the right direction.

Law saw it. How Zoro's hands touching your bare skin. The skin that ONLY him can touch, the skin that he always kiss tenderly every nights. You even didn't resist to Zoro's touch, you even link your arm to his neck, you even didn't look to his direction. The anger burn more faster almost clouded Law thoughts. If only he stay at your side, he will be the one that carry you right now.

After all of you reach Sunny, Zoro put you down slowly. Nami, Chopper and the chaotic trio rushing to you and bombarded you with questions. Sanji bickering with Zoro asking why the hell he is carrying you. "I sprained my ankle and Zoro helped me." Chopper touch your ankle lightly and you hiss, "Come on, let's go to the infirmary. Zoro, help me carry her."

Before Zoro reach you, Law already stand in front of you and say "I got it from here. I'm taking her back to the ship." He picks you up in bridal style but you don't link your arms to his neck, you cross your arms and don't look at him at all. He hold you tightly, oh how he miss your skin in his hands. Law just sighs and teleport back to the Tang.

Law takes you to the infirmary and set you down slowly on the bed. While he prepares to get the ice pack, you just stare at his back. When he turns back to you, you avert your eyes and just stare at the corner. Law sighs and kneel, taking your swollen feet slowly and place it on his right thigh. You hiss at the contact and looks down scowling at Law, but he doesn't look up and you can't see his face either because of his hat.

Law slowly takes off your wedges and putting the ice pack on your ankle, while his other thumb rubbing your foot. If only both of you are not fighting, you will tease him for how romantic he is right now. Shit. You can feel your tears are swelling up, you quickly wipe it with your back of hand, not wanting Law to see the tears.

After wrapping the ice pack carefully to your ankle, Law put your foot on the stool. He stands up and part your other thigh so he can stand between it. Law place his hands on your side, caging you and stare at you. Law sighs because you still stare at the corner, he brings his hand and cups your chin to look at him. Still angry you don't follow his hand movement.

"Y/n-ya, look at me."

Tears begin to swell again, threatening to fall. And finally you look at him pushing his hand from your chin. Law furrow his eyebrows "Are you still mad at me? Can't we just forget it? It's been days you know." He hates when you cry, he hates when the reason you cry is him. It hurts him. Yet he doesn't say the words that you need to hear the most.

That's it. That's enough. "Let's just break up." The tears finally coming down, you try your best to not choke on your words. Law can't believe what he heard "Wh- What? Why? Stop joking, y/n-ya. It's not funny."

"I'm not joking. I'm tired, Law. I'm tired for being the one that always reach you first every times we had fights. I'm tired for always being the one to apologizes, I'm tired that I'm the only one who fight for this relationship to make it works. I had enough, Law." You sobbing but still try to finish your sentences, to make it clear for him. Your trembling voice and sobs breaks Law's heart, he just stare at you blankly trying to process everything you said.

"Maybe I'm not the one for you. Yo- you look perfect with Robin.” You are sobbing mess right now, trying to wipe your tears but it just won’t stop and you just stare at his chest, you don’t want to see his face, you are afraid. Deep down you want to end things, but the other small part of your heart you still love him.

Law can feel his body trembling. Shock with your confession. Why is he takes your love for granted? Why is he so confident that you will never leave him? He doesn’t know that he hurt you this deeply. Seeing you in this state really break his heart. He cups your cheeks, wiping your tears away and lift your face to look at him. Then you see it for the first time, he is in the verge to cry and now you can feel his hands trembling.

“Please, y/n-ya. Don’t go. Don’t leave me too. I’m sorry. Please… You are the one for me, right from the beginning. I can’t imagine someone else stand beside me. It has to be you. So please don’t say that I’m look good with someone else. You are the one I love. I’m sorry if I hurt you, it’s not my intention. I never want to hurt you. Please… I’m sorry, don’t go. I’ll try my best for you, I’ll do anything for you so please don’t leave me.” Tears roll down on his cheeks.

Trafalgar Law, The Surgeon of Death, the man that everyone fear. For the first time he lays his heart bare to you, for the first time he cries for you. He is just a human after all. Behind that tough demeanor he is just a soft man with a fragile heart.

You cups his cheek and wipe the tears away, “Law, can I trust you again with my heart?” He nods.

“Will you break my heart again, Law?” He shakes his head.

“Will you fight together with me to make this relationship work?”

“Yes..” He breath out the word.

You link your arms to his neck and bring him closer to you, when you lock eyes with him you smiles and kiss him. "Thank you. I love you, Law." You take his hat off and put it to your side and you press your forehead to his. Law wrap his arms to your back, bringing his body closer to you leave no gaps between both of you. "I love you, y/n-ya. You are the only one for me." Kissing you more deeply this time, he press his body to you, one hand cradling your jaw to deepen the kiss. He swipe his tongue on your bottom lips, asking for permission. You part your lips for him, and he put his tongue in. He will kiss you like the first time over and over again until you get bored with it. His other hand on your back squeezing it tightly because he remember Zoro's hand had touched your bare skin.

Law break the kiss so that you can take a breath, he peppered your neck with kisses and mumbling "I don't like other men touching you." You giggles "He helped me, you know." Law nuzzle his head on your neck and bite your shoulder, he lap it with his tongue to ease the pain, "I still don't like it. And why are you not wearing a bra?" He scowl at you. "Because it's backless. How am I supposed to wear a bra? Besides nobody knows I'm not wearing one. Except you." You smirk and peck his lips.

Law groans, a blush tinted on his face. "Careful, princess. Are you trying to seduce me, y/n-ya?" Law hands start to roam your exposed thighs slowly reaching up and he starts to kiss your neck again, leaving some visible marks. You whine with the contact. While his hand reach yours, he then remember that Sanji kissed your hand. Law abandon your neck and shoot you a glare.

"What's wrong?" You tilt your head while Law stare at your hand and rubs it gently. "That damn Kuroashi kissed your hand." Law rubs your back of hand like Aladdin rubs his magic lamp. You laugh with his antics "Stop it. It's getting red." You try to yank your hand from him, but Law hold it and brings it to his lips. Kissing it numerous times lovingly. "Told ya, I hate it when other men touch you. Gotta disinfect it."

From the back of your hand, he trail the kiss up to your arm, up to your neck and he stop, he lock his grey eyes with you placing your arm to his neck again. Law graze his thumb on your bottom lip, the other hand on your neck, "You are beautiful, y/n-ya. You are perfect for me. Don't ever doubt it. I will say it again and again so you will never say those words to me." He lock his lips with yours giving you no time to react to his words, he put his tongue in, taking your breath away, holds you tightly because he's afraid you will slip away and leave him. He nibs your bottom lips and then let it go.

He smiles and satisfied when he see your swollen lips, panting, eyes looking at him as if asking for more. He let out a chuckle "See, you are so beautiful, y/n-ya." While he caressing your cheek and peck you again. Your face getting more red you whine, you hides your face to his chest, "Dummy. Let's go back to the Sunny. They must been worry about us."

"What? You want to go back? You sure? You sure you don't want to stay here and continue with what we've been doing?" Law kiss your upper head and rubs your back. Damn tease. "I'm hungry, Law. Plus I still need to thank Zoro for saving me." You trace some of his heart tattoo. "Don't forget I hurt my ankle, babe." You jabs his chest with your finger.

"Finee.." Law reluctant to let you go, then he smirk at you "I can chop your ankle off with my power, so you won't feel hurt during our activities, you know." He say it nonchalantly. You gasp at him "Seriously, Law? Heck no. It's weird and a lil bit horror." You slaps his arm and want to wipe that smirk off of his face.

He let out a hearty laugh and put back his hat on. He gets his dark blue coat and drape it on your shoulder, takes your sandals and put it on on you. "Law, your coat is too big for me." You whine. "Hush. I don't want any wandering eyes on you, especially when you are not wearing a bra. Or you want the others see those red marks on your neck?" He kneels and check your swollen ankle, "Looks good now. The swelling had reduced." He stands up and see your red face, he chuckles.

He carefully carries you in bridal style, "Let's go." You hum and link your arms on his neck. He teleports both of you back on Polar Tang's deck, while enjoying the pretty orangish sunset for a moment Law tighten his grips and nuzzles your nose, "Don't leave me, love." His stares is just so full of love for you, how can you not love this man with all of your heart. "Never. As long as I breath, I will not leave you, Law. I love you." Then you hide your face on his neck, leaves some tender kisses on it. He smiles and nuzzles your face, "I love you most, darling."

"OOIII TORAOOO!! Y/N!!" Luffy waves his hand when he see both of you reaching Sunny. "How's your ankle, y/n?" Nami ask with concern in her face. "It's all good now, but still a lil bit painful." You smiles to her, and you see Zoro at the corner "Law, put me down. I can walk by myself." Law furrows his eyebrows, "Nuh uh. You mustn't walk for a while." He takes you to where Zoro at. "Zoro, thank you for saving me. I will bring you sake later as my thanks." You say cheerfully. "Heh. No biggie." Zoro smirks.

Law takes you to bench and put you down slowly, he sits next to you and won't leave your side. When Sanji brings out dinner, Luffy shouts happily "Dinner!! Party!! Party!!" Usopp sighs "What the hell we partying for?" Sachi brings the glass up "For the lovebird!" The other Heart Pirate crews also brings their glass up "FOR THE LOVEBIRD!!" Finally they won't feel the heavy thick tension on the sub anymore. Surprisingly Luffy also join in, "FOR TORAO AND Y/N!" And the banquet begins.

You leans in on Law and laugh at the whole situations, you peek from the corner of your eyes and see Law's subtle smile behind his glass. Law notices you've been eyeing him, he turns his head to you and intertwine his fingers with yours and gives you a peck on your lips. Both of you just smiles at each other, as if the world belonged to just the two of you.

Trafalgar D. Water Law, for the other people he is a fearsome Captain of Heart Pirates, The Supernova, The Surgeon of Death, and so many other titles. But with you, he is just a lovesick man.

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[redheadspark]

Hello! I am a creeper who LOVES your work! I have had this idea for an Az fic, but as I am not a writer, I cannot do it justic!

So its an Azriel x Reader. They both have a thing for each other but obvi neither know about it, but the whole Inner circle know . So the inner circle are having fun and some shenanigans happen, and somebody asks the reader about the person that she likes. Reader gets flustered, Az gets ✨jealous✨ and says screw it and kisses the reader. Im talking the kind of kiss that makes you forget everything and your brain melt. Lots of fluff, some angst because they are silly and maybe some smut at the end? 😎😎😎

Youre incredible!

Happy New Year!

A/N - HOORAY! I am so sorry for writing this BEYOND late, I'm battling a sinus infection and was in no mood to write when I was hurting, but I finally finished it and I hope you like it!

Intertwined

Warnings - Fluff with a some smut towards the end, so 18+ for this one!

“Okay, now that we have the presents out of the way, I think we should move onto a hot topic,”

“And what would that be?”

“A certain person’s love life,” 

You saw several pairs of eyes looking over at you as you were mid-sip with your glass of wine.  It suddenly felt like you were the topic of conversation, much to your dismay as you slowly lowered your wine glass down and stared at the others that were gazing at you.  As if you weren’t in on the joke.  Perhaps you weren’t, and clutching your wine glass a bit too tightly you looked to your right to see Nesta grinning at you.

“Nesta���..what’s going on?” You asked her tentatively as she linked arms with you.

“Nothing at all,” She replied smoothly as she gave you her signature smirk, “We are just inquiring about your personal life since you never tell us, your friends and found family, anything about your love life,”  

Of course, this was not how the night was going to go.  It was the Annual Winter Solstice Party amongst the Inner Circle in Velaris, the second one you have been a part of since you were the newest member of the Inner Circle.  Nesta became fast friends with you when she walked into your little bookstore, striking up a conversation with you about new books that caught her attention.  

You showed her a few titles, and you two have been friends ever since. 

After Nesta came her mate Cassian, the suave and yet kind Commander of the Illyrian Army.  He was dragged in by his mate, amused at the sight of Nesta almost sprinting to the New Arrivals section and he hung back and started a conversation with you.  You liked his attitude, the calm to Nesta’s storm, the sun to her moodiness, and he almost seemed like a lovable younger brother to you.  

Not too long after that, you were surprised to see Nesta again, but she was not alone.  She brought along both the High Lord and the High Lady of Night Court.  It never occurred to you that she was sisters with High Lady Feyre, to which you were beyond entranced to meet her.  Feyre was beyond kind, wishing to find art books and some other novels for her.  High Lord Rhsyand was more curious about the historical novels you had, along with adventurous fiction pieces to help him pass the time.  

You gave him a great recommendation, and your life was forever changed.

Rhysand hired you to help fill his personal library with books from the bookstore, paying you handsomely for your assistance and recommendations.  You were shocked to see the mass sum he placed in your hands, to which you were able to not only get more books for the store but to get a bigger apartment for yourself since you were living in a cramped hole in the hall.  After stocking his library with novels and volumes in every genre that he could ever want, Rhysand kept you in the Inner Circle.  Being alone for some time and having to survive with no one to lean on, it felt surreal to have a new family.  

A support system, and lifelong friends, it overwhelmed your heart tenfold. 

Nesta brought you around the first Winter Solstice party with the Inner Circle, you were wearing a modest yet captivating dress.  You were beyond nervous to meet the rest of her friends, but Nesta reassured you that you were going to mesh well with the group.  So when you and Nesta walked in together and you saw the rest of the guests, you felt so small compared to the rest of the beings there.

Especially with Azriel, the Illyrian Spymaster.

He took your breath away from the moment you saw him perched by the fireplace.  He cool demeanor contrasted with the roaring fire, the brooding stare he had on his face, and even the small licks of shadows that were hovering against his body and his wings that were tucked tight against his backside.  Nesta spoke plenty about him and his duties for Night Court, Being the Spymaster of Rhysand and seeking out information from other courts.  To anyone else, he would be intimidating and almost frightening to gaze at.

But not to you, you weren’t frightened at all.

Nesta introduced you two, walking you over to him and saying your name to him.  He simply stared at you, you seeing the bright hazel eyes he had brightening from the cracking fire as he held out his hand for you to shake.  You took it instantly, feeling the warmth of his hand and the scars that were etched along his skin as well.  

“Pleasure to see you,” He said to you, his voice deep and soothing like a balm against a fresh wound.  It felt it along your own skin, the tremor of his tone and how he was gazing at you with both intrigue and interest.  You couldn’t help but smile, something inside of you told you not to be afraid of him.  No matter that he could be a killer or someone who brings torture.  That’s not what you felt in that moment shaking his hand, and you always relied on your intuition in the past. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” You said to him, and you saw him smile.  It was the most beautiful smile you have ever seen from another being in your life.

Since then, you have been taken by him.  The way he walked into a room and was cool and collected, how he would conduct himself in conversation and with the others in the Inner Circle.  Although you never saw with your own eyes how he would conduct himself in meetings or during his missions, you knew he was someone not to be trifled with.  But then again, anytime you two were in the same room, he showed none of those. 

He was introverted at best, willing to watch from a distance as the rest of the group would joke and chit-chat.  But he was also consistent in his opinions and banter with Rhysand and Cassian, showing the long relationship he has had with them.  You admired it all the more, seeing the love they shared for one another, not to mention the kindness that was laced with his stubbornness and determination.  

Something drew you to him, like a moth to a flame, wishing to discover him more and more as you two became friends over time. He never minded talking with you, wishing to know more about your knowledge of books and history and even coming to your shop every once in awhile to purchase something for himself.  He looked over very book that intrigued him, taking his time with the purchase that he wanted to do.  It showed that he was not going to waste his time in anything he did, he took precision and never jumped to chance.

Another trait that drew you in more with Azriel was his attention to detail.  He could analyze a person for a certain amount of time and get more information about them than anyone else can do.  It was a true gift, one you wish you had since his ability was more advanced.  He knew the precise information to give to Rhysand, the right paints to gift Feyre for her birthday, even the exact number of soldiers to tell Cassian in one of their Illryain training sessions.  It was his way in showing that he cared for the other person, listening to them and picking up and what they would say in passing.

He did that with you one time in the summer, hearing you talk with Mor about a broken window pane at the shop and some creaking floorboards that were on the verge of snapping.  You were mostly venting to her, knowing that you were going to have to fix it yourself since you weren’t going to overpay someone to fix it.  But the next morning, you heard Azriel knocking on your door with some tools in hand.  

“You don’t have to fix it for me, Azriel.  Honestly, I can—“

“It’s not trouble for me.  Better for you to be safe than an injury happening,”

He fixed the floorboards and the window pane within a few hours, you paying him with a homemade lunch and you two perched on the front porch of the bookstore gossiping about Cassian and Nesta’s upcoming wedding.  You hear him laugh from a comment you made, a whole-hearted laugh with his eyes crinkling and his teeth glistening in the sun, making you fall for him harder.

As the months passed, your friendship deepened and your crush on Azriel was still present, but it was placed on the back burner.  It felt like a fever dream for you to be on the same platform as him, only seeing yourself as a bookkeeper and nothing more important than that.  Azriel had power, he had a past of using that power on others to gain knowledge and intelligence.  His cool demeanor and uneasy stature would make others flee and run away, but you felt closer to him than anyone else in the Inner Circle.  Even with Nesta, who would tease you about how you two would be perfect together.  But of course, you would push those possibilities and dreams away with a wave of your hand.

“I don’t think he would be interested in someone like me,”

“Like who?!  Someone kind, intelligent, and beautiful from the inside out?  I think he would, and he would be a fool to think otherwise,”

Leave it to Nesta to build you up when you feel low.

This led you to this night, a snowstorm roaring outside the Townhouse while you were all sitting together in one of the casual sitting rooms.  With all eyes on you, you were still looking at the wine glass in hand as you were now the center of conversation.

“My love life is…..complicated to say the least,” you said aloud to the group, all of whom were simply smiling as you spoke again, “I am interested in someone, but nothing past that,”

“Oh, do tell!” Elaine said in glee as she was perched on a loveseat with her Mate, Lucien.  Feyre and Rhsyand too seemed interested, wrapped in each other’s arms while Cassian was grinning widely from his perch in an armchair.  You didn’t see Azriel, who was over on the other side of the room leaning against the wall, clutching his whiskey glass in a death grip as his hazel eyes were drilling into your own orbs.

“I doubt she wants to talk about it in a room filled with gossipers,” Cassian joked as Nesta glared at her mate.

“As if any of this will leave the Townhouse,” Feyre countered with him, though she gave you a knowing look, “You don’t need to tell us if you don’t want to.  I know how secretive you are,”

“Yes, she does!” Nesta said with a smirk as she clinked her wine glass with yours, “I know you far too well, and you are in need of some love in your life.  So tell us, what is he like?”

“Or she,” Rhysand hummed, though you rolled your eyes, “I’m only leaving it open, who are we to judge?”

“It is a male,” you corrected, seeing some smiles all around as you blushed.  Once again, without you knowing it, Azriel was standing so still as he was drinking in this information of you being smitten by someone else.  It was making his cool demeanor almost snap.  You had no idea that he was fuming inside, the thought of another capturing your heart and making you feel loved and adored, the notion that another could take you away from him and leave him high and cry.  

He was using all of his willpower to not stalk across the room to claim you as his, having months of practice in him pining over you and wishing you to be his.  

He found you infectious to his soul, whether it was your laugh or your smile that made your freckles pop and your face light up in joy.  He would find reasons to visit you at your little shop, just to talk to you for minutes at a time because it would fill up his soul with hope and love he missed out on for years.  Azriel thought of you as beautiful in both image and in heart, a shining ray of light in his dark world.  Yet he knew deep down he had to be careful, letting in people who were close to him would automatically link them to his dangerous life and his dangerous job.  The last thing he would ever want is to bring potential danger to someone he loved.  

It would kill him to bring you harm, the one person he would face danger for.

“All I will say is that this male is someone I feel will not wish to be with someone like me,” You said to the group with a shrug, Nesta rolling her eyes as Elaine looked at you almost in remorse.

“You speak so low of yourself!  You are far too beautiful and intelligent for any male to pass on,” Feyre reasoned with you as she smiled sweetly at you, “That male is a fool to pass you by,”

“You are a catch,” Cassian agreed, then throwing up his hands in defense, “And I say that as a friend!”

“And I agree with my mate,” Nesta said to you, “I find males who cannot make up their minds on what they want to be fools,”

“Babe,” Cassian sighed as she gave him a knowing look.

“You are no longer a fool, sweetheart,” She said to him as she winked at him before looking back at you, “Your heart is far too sweet and far too kind for any male, no matter how they are, to simply cast by.”

Perhaps it was the one thing that Azriel needed to hear, the one phrase that made him throw out the rational side that he was trying to hold onto.  The thought of some other male casting her side, or using her as a pawn in their game, it made his blood boil.  The affection he felt for you over the year grew day after day, and it got to the point of it coming to a head at any moment.  No matter the scenarios he played in his head in how he would ask you to dinner or to an outing in the park, nor the talks he confided in with Cassian in how he wished to talk to you about his affections for you.  All of that was out of the window.

He had to act, and he did just that.  

He moved before he could stop his feet, walking across the room with his eyes on you like you were a target for his mission.  Everyone was floored by how fast he was moving, you were almost spooked by the way he walked swiftly and his shadows were attempting to catch up to him.  He took your hand in his own, making you stand up from your spot on the loveseat and look at him with shock and worry.

“Azriel? What is—“ you were about to ask him.  But he instantly silenced you, reaching up to frame your jaw in his hand as he kissed you.

Nothing else mattered, everything ceased to exist, and you felt your heart bursting.

His lips, soft and yet firm in how he was kissing you, ingested a fire in you as you were still frozen in your spot and in his embrace.  The thoughts and daydreams of kissing Azriel were all out the window since this was real, breathing in his cologne and the scent that was etched on his skin and feeling his body temperature mingle with yours.  The way he kissed you was both gentle and possessive, maybe he was claiming you as his and at the same time wishing to show his affection to you.  Either way, you were filled with love with that simple kiss, filled to the point of almost overflowing, and then some.  

Before he could pull away, thinking he made a huge mistake in kissing you in front of all of your closest friends in such a brave declaration, you kissed him back.  He heard the others intake a short breath from the gesture, your fingers reaching up to touch the front of his shirt to feel his rapid heartbeat that was threatening to burst out of his body. His mind was on overdrive, not believing what was occurring.  You kissed him, and the gentle kiss against his lips unleashed a new sensation deep within him that he never felt for another.  Affection, protection, possession, and most importantly love.

He loved you.  Cauldron he loved you. 

It didn’t occur to either you or Azriel that the rest of the room was watching on bated breath, both in shock and in pure happiness as you two finally pulled away from one another and gazed at each other.  The realization of what happened sunk in, but in the best way possible.  There was a glow about the two of you, almost like a new shade of emotion over the pair of you like a blanket to shield you from the rest of the world.  Azriel smiled, in which you grinned in return as he laced your fingers together and gulped.

“Come with me,” he said, you nodding without you realizing it.  He then moved, having you follow him like a puppy as he led the two of you out towards the hallway.  Yet he looked over his shoulder at the rest of the group, all of whom were still looking in shock at what happened.

“Thank you for the party,” he said abruptly, and then you two walked into the darkness of the hallway before the faint sound of him winnowing was heard.  You both were gone in a second.

Silence was heard in the room, everyone looking at each other.  The only sound heard was the fireplace, but it only took a few solid seconds before Cassian gulped down the last of his whiskey and placed the glass on the mantelpiece.

“Fucking finally!” He said in a sigh of relief, the others grinning as Nesta shot up and glided over to her mate, “I swear to the Cauldron, It took too damn long for them to get together!”

“Aren’t they simply lovely together?” Elaine asked with a sweet grin to Lucien, who nodded at his mate in agreement, “They both deserve to be happy together!”

“It was getting them both to realize it that took too long,” Rhsyand snorted as Feyre slapped his arm, “What?  It’s true!  Cass and I had a running bet on how long it would take for them to get together.  Which reminds me, you owe me some money, Cassian!”

“Damnit,” Cassian groaned with a rub of his eyes with his fingers as Nesta grinned in victory.

“Well I am glad they finally realize they are meant to be together,” Nesta said with her smile, “Those two are meant to be.  I know they are.”

“To the lovebirds!” Rhsyand announced, raising his glass in the air as the others did as well, “And a life filled with happiness and love for the two souls who deserve it the most out of all of us!”

The group raised their glasses, knowing deep down, that your future together was bright and full.

“Here, for you,”

“Thank you,”  

You sat up in the bed, your bare body covered by the bedsheets as Azriel fell back into bed with you with no care of covering himself up while he handed you a plate filled with some fruits and crackers.  You were blushing like mad as he played kisses along your skin and shoulders, you giggled as he wrapped you in his arms.

“Are you going to let me eat?” You asked in a teasing tone, though he passed and stared lovingly at you.  Just being there, bare and glowing in both bliss and happiness after spending a few hours in pure pleasure and euphoria, it was all life-changing for him.  Even with his hair askew and a thin sheet of sweat on him, there was no sign of fatigue on him.  He was far too happy, too energetic even, to have another moment without you.  After a year of pinning over you and seeing you from an arms’ reach, he would never let you go from now on.  

“Are you willing to share?” He teased back, you rolling your eyes as he fed him a few grapes.  You loved seeing this side of Azriel, the playful and gentle side that you knew was buried deep down under his tough exterior.  But Hours before when he winnowed you both to the House of Wind, pressing you against the wall and kissing you deeply, you were unraveling with no sign of resistance.  If the kiss in front of the Inner Circle erased your mind, the kisses he gave you when you two alone erased your sanity.  He was possessive with his arms around you, his kisses along your neck, and your pulse racing.  

No longer were you two just friends, you both knew it.

He flipped your world upside down, it was no simple fuck.  No, with Azriel, he was precise in how he brought you pleasure and made you moan his name like a prayer.  From the way he undressed your and perched you on the edge of an ottoman at the foot of the bed, to the way he licked your folds with his wicked tongue and made you watch his lips and tongue get your beyond wet just for him.  You were on fire, chanting his name and tugging at his locks as his hands were bracing your hips to keep you still, even with your thighs perched on his shoulders and shaking in pleasure and madness.  

There was no daydream that you ever had that would compare to the real thing, even when you came in a shout and Azriel grinned against your now sensitive pussy before he ascended to stare at your blissed-out face. He kissed you softly, you trembling against his lips while your orgasm was slowly coming down, but you moaned once again as his fingers sunk into you.  It made you realize he was simply warming up, and the night was just getting started.

That night was the best night of your life.

“How long have you liked me?” You asked as he placed the now empty plate away and had you snuggle in his arms, you half on top of him as his fingers were tracing your bare back and along your spine.  He grinned at you, scanning your eyes and your messy hair.

“Since the moment Nesta introduced you to me,” He answered, you blushing like mad as he kissed the tip of your nose, “I knew then, even in that smile on yours, that there would be no one else for me in this life.”

“From a smile?” You asked.

“You can tell a lot from a person in how they smile,” Azriel explained, “Those who force a smile are not to be trusted.  But those who have a real smile, a kind smile, are those who can depend on in hard times.  Your smile entranced me, and I never wished to see another smile since it would never compare to yours,”

“Well, for me, it was when we shook hands,” You explained, reaching over to take his spare hand and lace your fingers together gently and look at the scars along his skin, “Your hands were warm, and you were gentle in shaking my hand.  I knew then, because of the warmth I sensed in you and the goodness you had in you.”

Even bathed in the moonlight, bare with no abandon, Azriel’s smile he gave to you was beyond beautiful.  Your love for him was shining bright no sign of darkness or blemish, it was making everything else in your life seem dull in comparison.  He made you feel loved, not just with the physical pleasure he gave you but the emotional too.  You knew he adored you, loved you beyond reason, and you were feeling just the same.  He would walk through fire for you, experience pain so you wouldn’t, and there would be no hesitance when It came to bringing you love.  All because you loved him for who he was and brought him pure joy.    

And as he sat up with you in his lap, guiding his cock into you to make you cling onto him and moan in bliss, you both knew there was no going back as your lives were forever intertwined.  

The End

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[lizzaneia-elizalde]

HIII I want to say i love your OCs and your writing that i binge reading them everytime 🥰, especially i love your Yandere Jock story cause I weak for sweet himbo man but actually scary, lol.

If you don't mind , can i ask for a scenario where Damon is playing for tournament, but his team losing by a lot now cause Damon not feeling great at that time, so his coach have to use their ultimate card, bring Y/n here to cheer. Therefore, in middle break, the coach had to snatch Y/n from library, using their authority as PE teacher that Y/n has to follow. Damon shock at seeing Y/N in the tournament , even sitting at the team seat. He asked why is she here,

Y/n grumpy said "I got brought here because you stupid playing today, why are you suddenly so bad?? I thought you were the best player in this school!!!. Fine!! If you don't even win this tournament, then no point in giving you a kiss" . Damon heart stopped at that sentence. Y/n promise him a kiss if he win this??? Afterward, he went back to the tournament feeling full energy and totally annihilated the rival team. After tournament end, with everyone gone wash up and went to party to celebrate the win, only Damon and Y/n in the shower room, hungrily kissing Y/n and make out 🫣

Unbeknownst to everyone, the reason Damon was not in the mood to play was because Y/n rejected his invite to his tournament to focus on her exam lmao

Yandere! Jock x Honor student! fem! reader everyday tidbits: encouragement

"What the hell, Damon?!" One of Damon's teammates screamed at him, exasperated by this usually amazing jock turn into this... Dunce.

"Come on, Damon. What's happening with ya?" One teammate also whispered, patting him on his shoulder. "We need your head in the game here, man. You're our MVP, please, don't be like this."

Damon only frowned, annoyed and sluggish. He really wants to lash out, but he knows he can't due to being this nice guy, so he gave a sheepish smile.

"Sorry..." He whispered, trying to get into the zone, but nothing.

The coach noticed this and frowned.

"What's happening to the guy?" The coach asked the member who got benched earlier.

"Dunno. He seems distracted coach." The guy muttered, looking around the bleachers. "Huh... Maybe the reason is that y/n is not here?"

The coach looked at the usual spot you would sit on. And he's right, you weren't there at all.

"... Are you thinking what i'm thinking?" The coach whispered, and the other members nodded.

"You, you watch the game. I gotta go fetch someone." The coach pointed at his assistant before running towards the library, hoping you're there.

He bursted open, earning quite a handful of jumps and yelps, and earning the ire of the librarian and staff.

"The basketball coach? What are you--" The librarian was about to nag when he waved him off.

"No time, I gotta find a student."

Then, he found you, just reading a book that you were too busy with to notice him.

"You, come with me." He said, getting up to your face and frightening you to nodding.

You got dragged to the court and paused when you saw the scores.

"What the hell..?" You whispered under your breath, before narrowing your eyes when you saw Damon looking so off his game.

Pursing your lips, you got to your usual seat and leaned on the railing.

"Oi! You damn dingus!" You yelled, making the whole stadium look at you. The referee was about to charge but the coach made him stop. "What's with this pathetic display? What happened to your skills? Gone? Fine! If you don't do good... No kisses!"

The whole stadium bursts in awe, squeals and blushes of bashfulness.

But Damon was the only one you're looking at, and you watched his face go from bewildered to horror.

"No! I want my kisses!" He yelled, suddenly getting energized and making a mad dash towards the hoop and dunking, earning a three points.

The stadium cheered, making you calm down as his a-game rose.

"Finally..." You grumbled, annoyed but felt good that he got energized when you got here.

Sure, you were also the reason why he's distracted. You did say you won't be attending the game since you're busy with studying...

But come on, he's been thriving before you...

You watched him suddenly getting shot after shot, and hiding from the University journalists trying to cop a pic from you.

After the whole thing, Damon completely annihilated the whole rival team. Looking scary as steam emitted from his body due to his body temperature and the stadium temperature difference.

You sighed in relief before finally going down and back to the library.

Surely, he would go celebrate his victory with his teammate right?

You walked moderately, and when you passed by their locker room, you suddenly got pulled in.

The door locked.

"So, where's my reward?" Damon, freshly showered, caged you between his arms before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

Yeah, he's hungry. But not for food, that's for sure.

#lizzaneiaelizalde #yandere writing #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere imagines #yandere boyfriend #male yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic

[mitraoki]

daze. (chuuya x reader)

note; @akutagawasbitch love u thank u for giving me inspo to write for bsd again TEEHEE🥺🤍 was obsessed with the idea of jealous chuuya so hopefully this fic did him justice AAAAAA-

cw; not really proofread, reader is a little more feminine (they wear a dress), reader is also not in any of the organizations, suggestive, drunk chuuya!!!

masterlist.

when they said it was supposed to be a party like always, chuuya definitely didn't expect to be met with hundreds of other faces he'd never seen.

he certainly did not expect for you to want to tag along, too. it wasn't like you haven't already - sometimes curiosity gets the best of you, and you couldn't resist your ravishing looking man in one of his best suits.

a suit that you'd picked out for him during one of your dates. wine red - just the way he likes it - traces amongst the silky black fabric. it was tough choosing between a bowtie or just a tie, but he preferred the tie; tucked underneath the vest that hugged his build perfectly. buttons glimmering gold under the chandeliers and a rose that he'd picked to match the one clipped on your hairdo.

you seemed to give chuuya motivation to go when he saw your outfit for the night. a dress that complimented his color palette, with the set of jewelry he'd bought for you one fine day. you felt really proud of how well you dressed (just for him, mostly.), so there you were, strutting down the steps of your shared home, an elegant twirl in the end to show him your completed look.

if you looked closely, you could've caught him drooling. he walked towards you, gloved hand loosely wrapped around your waist.

"i'm so in love with you."

"oh, you. i cannot take my eyes off of you either."

it felt so surreal that his boss decided to have a party out of nowhere, but you soon learnt the sole purpose being gaining new intel from a neighboring organization. this was just his way of thanking them. quite extravagant, but thrilling nonetheless.

"old man has so much time on his hands," chuuya grumbled, his arm entwined with yours. "or maybe it's because he wants us members to make up with 'em."

"hey," you slapped his shoulder playfully. "you gotta let it loose once in a while. i bet he even prepared your favorite drink tonight."

"for real?"

"mhm."

he sighed. "i'm only doing this because i love you. oh - and i also wanted you to see me wear this," he raised his head, adjusting his fedora triumphantly.

***

it didn't take long for chuuya to be dragged away by one of his colleagues. the so called ice-breaking session was currently underway and he promised to be back with you the moment he was done. you giggled as you heard him curse under his breath, followed by a toothy smile when he was greeted by a new face.

you found a seat nearby to wait when you met higuchi, a familiar face you've come across every time you tagged along for small matters (at this point he might as well recruit you here, but you'll leave that decision to him).

"higuchi, right? gorgeous as ever. where's um...," you wiggled your finger around, trying to remember the pale-skinned man you always saw her with.

"y/n! you look lovely yourself," you watched her rosy cheeks turn red within seconds as she fanned them off before continuing. "you mean akutagawa senpai? i was told to wait for him here. he seemed to be in an okay mood tonight, so i didn't want to be the first to ruin it," she concluded, straightening the fabric of her dress.

the two of you continued chatting. you followed her around, being introduced to other members of the port mafia. many of them were familiar faces, so it was nice to call them acquaintances now.

it wasn't until you noticed the back of the hall serving a variety of drinks. your ears picked up that it was first come first served, so why would you miss the chance?

though, there's always one thing you always forgot when you attended parties.

the watchful eyes around you.

you and higuchi lost each other in the slowly growing crowd in the drinks corner, so your first mistake was to assume she was the one snaking an arm around your waist.

your second mistake was thinking that it was chuuya trying to pull you away from the crowd.

chills ran down your spine as you peeled yourself away from the foreign arm around you, eyes glaring up at the bigger figure.

"do i know you?"

his words were only drowning along with the background noise, which only infuriated you more.

how long has it been since i last saw chuuya, by the way? you thought to yourself. he promised he would be back soon-

you watched as a gloved fist landed its first hit on the man's face.

did it all happen in a flash? was it in slow motion? you didn't know, you couldn't tell - he continued jabbing more punches around his face, adding a few more to his chin, his jaw.

you finally realized it was your boyfriend when a wine bottle flew past your face. it was gravity he was manipulating - it was nakahara chuuya.

"chuuya! stop it!"

he froze. his once droopy eyes darted towards the now broken wine bottle, back to you, and the man now laying on the floor.

he let out a frustrated grunt, tossing the bottle to the side.

"hear that? yeah. 's my name she's calling," he drawled, squatting to get a better look at the man. with the position he was in, it was like he wasn't ready to show himself till chuuya left his sight.

"touch her again and you would see your grave next."

restless, you grabbed a hold of his arm, hoisting him up only to end up stumbling from his weight.

he's either going to regret this, or brag about it to me, you thought, you inner self shaking their head in defeat.

"we'll get this mess cleaned up; he's drunk. why don't you bring him home, my dear?"

***

you walked in, with him abruptly freeing himself from your hold.

"honey, you're gonna fall. come on."

being drunk was no biggie for chuuya's strength. despite the different world he was in, he seemed to have heard you loud and clear.

it didn't even take five seconds and he had you pinned against the wall, arms slamming against each side of the hard surface.

"what are you-,"

"i'm sorry."

"wha-,"

"i'm sorry, baby," he finally looked into your eyes, the same droopy look you saw in the event earlier. only this time, it was mixed with rage, confusion and regret.

"okay," you whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. "chuuya, let's see if you're hurt anywhere, okay? then we'll talk-,"

he practically crash landed into your lips, causing his fedora to slip off of his hair, landing with a soft thud against the floorboard. you didn't realize until this very moment that it had been quite a while since you felt this sensation with him.

he forcefully pulled himself away from you, worried you might do so first.

"i.... i just... i need to kiss you."

his words were firm. his eyes flickered down to your lips before looking back into your eyes once more, and you could tell they were pleading, begging for you to say yes.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his figure in close to yours. doing the honors, you closed the final bit of gap between the two of you, earning a satisfied grunt from his throat.

he pushed you back further against the wall, keeping you trapped within his embrace. his hands now gripped each side of your waist, fingers digging themselves into your fabric like they were trying to find your skin. he tasted like wine - you figured he actually found his favorite on display. his teeth was sinking into your bottom lip. it didn't hurt, but you could tell he was tugging at them.

chuuya let go but left long, luscious pecks on your lips, allowing you to catch your breaths in every interval. his breath was now hot and heavy, his tongue successfully finding its way through, and exploring your mouth like he had been craving for it all night.

that's how he'd always kissed you. he craved for them. and if it were a meal, he would take his time with it, relish it even.

but he also does this when he's jealous. obviously you could tell what he was feeling right now.

you could feel him smirking through the kiss as he heard a soft moan escape you. with that, he moved you away from the wall, gracefully landing you with a plop! onto the sofa.

"you're drunk," you whined breathlessly, finally pulling away. all he did was silently chuckle in response, removing the first two layers of his clothing. the tie made a loud whip sound when he loosened it, as if reminding you to get a grip of what he was about to do to you.

rolling your eyes in amusement, you helped him remove each button of his shirt, sitting up a little to help him slide it off of his body.

he wasn't done with you though. he leaned in closer to you, causing you to lay back down. his lips continued their journey towards your exposed collarbones, reaching at one of the straps of your delicate dress as he pushed it further down your shoulder.

"....i'm sorry i wasn't there when he touched you."

"god, chuuya. i don't think he's gonna dream of it after this," you giggled, fingers tracing his exposed skin. he breathed in sharply as he held your wrist tenderly, kissing it.

"i'm sorry for being so rough with you."

"you did not hurt me at all, chuuya. i promise."

you reached for the back of your dress, but your action was soon cut off by his hands once again.

"let me take care of you, baby. please."

all created content belongs to mitraoki. reposts/remakes are not allowed.

#snow.writing #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #nakahara chuuya #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #chuuya x y/n #chuuya nakahara #bsd scenarios #bsd chuuya #bsd x y/n

[lunaflowers]

jealousy (dom!junmyeon)

pairing: kim junmyeon x reader genre: smut, pwp word count: 2.1k synopsis: you make junmyeon jealous so he punishes you in his favourite way warnings: sadist dom!junmyeon, masochist sub!reader, established relationship, jealousy, whipping, degradation, name calling, piv, pussy slapping

author's note: this is unedited, i'm sorry!

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“This is what you fucking wanted, isn’t it?” Junmyeon said, anger in every syllable. “You wanted to make me jealous so I would act like this?” He shoved you against the wall, pinning you there.

“No, I swear,” you replied, your voice a strained whimper. 

“Liar,” he spat at you. “You’ve been trying to drive me crazy all night.”

“It’s not true.” You really hadn’t been trying to make him jealous. The two of you had been together at an SM Entertainment company party, celebrating the launch of some new business venture along with his fellow members as well as many others. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. The drinks were flowing and Baekhyun had been in a particularly jovial mood, regaling you with stories of his latest vacation. The two of you were huddled in a corner while he was showing you the pictures on his phone.

And sure, maybe he had been flirting a little. He was Baekhyun, it was what he did. He just was a flirt. It didn’t mean anything. He’d linger a little too long on any vacation photos where he was on the beach, wet and topless, waggling his eyebrows at you jokingly while you giggled and rolled your eyes.

You hadn’t realised that Junmyeon was watching the two of you, seething the entire time. He hadn’t shown it. No, he was far too dignified and professional to lose his shit in public like that, not to mention he had his perfect idol image to maintain. Instead he merely ignored you when you would try to get his attention. But as soon as the two of you got home, it was like a switch had been flipped.

You were against the wall with Junmyeon’s arms on both sides of you. He was staring you down and you felt yourself shrink underneath his hard gaze.

“Junmyeon, baby, I wasn’t trying to make you jealous,” you said soothingly. You tried to reach out and put a comforting hand on his cheek but he grabbed you by the wrist. 

“Did I say you were allowed to touch me, you fucking slut?”

The harsh words had you at once feeling chagrined and aroused. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’re gonna be,” Junmyeon said, taking a step back. “Take off your panties.”

“I- I’m not wearing any,” you stammered in response. You cast your eyes down on the floor, not even able to look him in the face. “For you, not anyone else. I thought it would be a fun little thing for after the party. I would’ve told you during the party but you would barely talk to me.”

You finally looked up at him and you saw the muscle in his jaw twitch ever so slightly. He snapped his fingers, pointing to the bedroom you shared. “Get in there and bend over the bed. Now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You ran to your room and did as you were told, bent over the bed with your ass in the air. It was a few minutes before Junmyeon entered the room, presumably because he knew the anticipation would only serve to make you wetter. He got behind you and lifted the skirt of your dress up over your ass, exposing you. He gave you one quick, hard spank and you yelped at the pain.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

You did, and he began to tie them up with what you knew was his tie from the way the soft silk of it felt on your wrists. He then reached down and stuck two fingers deep into your already sopping wet cunt. It made you moan to finally have something inside you.

“Desperate whore,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you and wiping them on your dress. You heard the jingle of his belt and you knew he was taking it off. “Brace yourself.” 

Brace myself for what? You thought, seconds before you felt his belt whipping you across the ass. You yelped loudly and he chuckled. 

“Junmyeon!” You cried, tears already forming in your eyes.

“Hmm?”

“That- It really hurt,” you said, pathetically.

“That’s the point, love,” he said, but he gave your ass cheek a comforting rub anyway. “Do you want me to stop?” You two had never used a safe word. If you ever wanted to stop, you just told him and he would.

You shook your head. “No… I liked it. You buried your head into the sheets, embarrassed at your confession.

“I know,” Junmyeon said, whipping you again, but lighter this time. “Spread your legs more. I can see by the way your slutty pussy is gushing for this, you little pain slut.”

You whined out, but didn’t protest, spreading your legs as he asked. He whipped you again, and again, and again. Every time he saw those little pink welts criss-crossing your ass, he got more excited. Seeing your pussy drip down your thighs as he marked you up was making his cock twitch in his pants and he couldn’t wait until the moment it was buried inside your cunt.

He whipped you again and you kept on making delicious little pained noises that only served to arouse him further. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, sir,” you whined, “I’ve been such a whore today. I deserve to be punished. Whip me more, please.”

“Good girl. I like when you know your place,” Junmyeon replied. He began whipping you again, focusing more on your thighs now, as your ass didn’t look like it could take much more. “Desperate sluts deserve to be hurt, don’t they?”

“Yes, sir,” you repeated, revelling in the pain and pleasure. You heard Junmyeon throw his belt down onto the hardwood floor behind you. He came up right behind you and put two fingers in your cunt again. It was shameful how easy he was able to enter you. He pumped your pussy a few times, and took his fingers out, leaning forward and showing you his slick soaked fingers.

“Do you think it’s normal to get this wet when a man hurts you? Don’t you think that’s a little fucked up?”

Shame spread throughout your body at what he said, “I’m sorry,” you apologised as his degrading words only made your desire for him stronger.

Junmyeon wiped his soaked fingers on your face and you winced, feeling the coolness of your arousal on your cheek. Your hands were still tied behind your back so you couldn’t wipe it off, not that you would’ve tried without Junmyeon’s permission.

“So,” Junmyeon said, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you up off the bed. You looked him in the eyes and he slapped you across the face. “Did I say you could look at me?”

“No, sir, sorry, sir,” you babbled, your cheek now smarting as well as your ass. You looked down at your feet so you didn’t see Junmyeon’s smirk.

He picked you up and threw you on the bed. You landed with a gentle thump on your belly and you squealed, although it didn’t actually hurt. Junymeon got on the bed and untied your wrists. He then flipped you over onto your back and tied them to the headboard instead. Your freedom had been so fleeting and always under his control.

He looked down at you and you closed your eyes, not that you would’ve minded getting slapped again, but you didn’t want to test him. You heard him chuckle, and he leaned down, sucking a hickey onto your breast. “You’re such a good, obedient slut for me when it’s just us. So why do you have to act like such a whore in public?”

You bit your lip, “I’m sorry, sir,” you repeated.

“Sorry, sir,” he mocked, a girlish imitation of your voice. “That’s all you can say for yourself. You’re so pathetic.”

You were going to apologise again, an automatic reflex at this point, but you stopped yourself. Junmyeon ran his hand down over your body, between your breasts, down your belly button and finally stopping when he got to your cunt, his fingers deftly rubbing your clit.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and you did, opening your eyes to meet his dark ones. He looked at you with amusement, enjoying the way you were falling apart underneath him. Without warning, he pulled his hand back and gave your cunt a smack. You yelped in pain, and he did it again.

“Tell me how much you love it when I hurt you.”

“I love it so much, sir,” you said, as tears filled your eyes when he smacked your pussy again. You were struggling against your restraints but it was no use. He smacked you once more. You cried out and he smiled sadistically.

“You’re so pretty when you cry, you know that?” He meant it. Something about your swollen eyes and lips always made him want to fuck you senseless. He smacked your cunt again and you screamed. 

“Please stop… No more,” you said, trying to close your legs. 

“Has my baby had enough?” Junmyeon asked, his voice softening considerably. He was always in tune with you and he never wanted to push you beyond your limits.He rubbed you between the legs in a gesture meant to comfort.

You nodded and he kissed you on the lips soothingly.

“Please Junmyeon… I need you…” you whined when he broke the kiss. “Please?”

“Does my baby wanna be fucked now? After she’s been such a bad girl?”

“Yes, please,” you said, stopping yourself from apologising again. 

“Fine. You’ve been taking your punishment so well that I think you deserve a little treat.” Junmyeon positioned himself on top of you, getting in between your legs and pressing the tip of his cock to your wet folds, teasing you as you squirmed. “You’ll never fucking do that again, will you? Hmm? I won’t catch you in the corner of some room giggling away with Baekhyun or anyone again?”

“No, I won’t. It won’t happen again, I promise,” you replied. Just fuck me already, you wanted to scream, but you didn’t dare.

“Good girl,” Junmyeon said, as he pushed himself into you. Both of you moaned as he entered your body.

He began moving inside you while kissing you at the same time. You knew he wanted this as much as you did and you felt ecstatic at finally, finally being fucked. 

“Does it feel good?” Junmyeon asked, continuing to kiss your face.

“Yes… God, so good,” you said, giving a little gasp of pleasure as he hit all your sweet spots.

“Your pussy always feels amazing,” he said with a groan. He moved deeper inside you, and you arched your back at the intrusion. You want to grab him, to hold on to him, or to something but your restraints wouldn’t allow it so you just released a frustrated moan.

Junmyeon smirked, slowing down and allowing you to gather yourself. “Is something the matter?”

“I just want to touch you, sir. Please…” You shook your wrists, gesturing to where you were tied to the headboard. You wanted desperately for him to remove them.

He looked at your tied wrists, as though he was contemplating whether or not to do it. He seemed to come to a swift decision though.

“No.”

With that, he sped up his pace again, his hands on either side of you as he looked you in the eyes. He liked how helpless and vulnerable you were underneath him. And he especially liked watching you struggle so pitifully, resulting in those pretty pink marks on your wrists. 

“I’ve been too fucking nice to you already, you little slut,” he said, breathlessly, “You need to learn you don’t get to have everything you want.”

“But sir,” you began to protest, but they died in your throat once he began using his thumb to play with your clit. In a split second you were close. “Gonna cum,” you managed to squeak out seconds before you did.

You came with a moan all over his cock. He hadn’t said you could, and you usually asked permission but he let it slide considering how far gone he was too. Groaning, he soon came inside of you, like he always did.

The two of you laid in the bed, catching your collective breaths. Junmyeon untied you and you tucked yourself into his warm body. He gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“Learned your lesson?” he asked, teasingly.

“Hmm… I think I might need a reminder eventually,” you quipped back.

“Well, I’ll always be here to give it to you.”

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#exo smut #kim junmyeon #junmyeon smut #suho smut #suho x reader #junmyeon x reader #exo suho #exo junmyeon #exo fanfic #kpop fanfic #suho fanfic #junmyeon fanfic

[noonajoe]

Marrying best friend (Bokuto Koutarou x Reader)

"In the end, its you"

Pairing: Bokuto x Reader

Word Count: 581

©noonajoe (Published on 24 March 2023 - 11:31 Bangkok Time) this story is not going to be sold, modified, or translated in any manner.

“Marry me, Y/N,” he said

“Huh?” you startled at his proposal, it's a sudden one because they just meet again after 2 years of lost contact. You met him again because of his mother's funeral, comfort him because he desperately called you, need you in his griefing.

“You heard me, let's get married”, he grabbed her hands. Where they are in the middle of eating lunch.

You keep seeing his eyes, trying hard to seek unsureness in Bokuto's eyes. His glance is full of confidence, he never showed this side before, and it almost scared you away, “Bokuto, we just… meet again for 4 months, and my family-” he cuts you off.

“But knowing each other for 10 years, I’m enough playing around”

“Seeing you as manager when Im playing volleyball at 16, studying hard together to get to university at 18, punching your bastard ex-boyfriend at 19, my depressed era dumped by 2 girls at 21, helping me through hell when I’m jobless at 23, we fought because of my issues and we lost contact for 2 years yet I still thinking about you, at 25 my mom passed away you are the only one I want to appear to bury my sadness. Since then you cook and visit me for months, when I turned 26 you supported me to go to international matches. I may have been with other girls but in the end, it’s you. You have always been a home for me. You are the real love, I chose you, my heart chose you, and can't be replaced by anyone else” he confessed.

You tried to release your hand from his grip, “I don't want to break our friendship, Kou… It will be different”

He smiled, and frowned simultaneously, looking down at the dining table, “Y/N. I was thinking the same thing years ago. I'm really sorry but in the end, I felt love, and I can't deny it anymore after 10 years…”

You kinda love him too, you know? But somehow skipping the dating phase, and jumping over to the marriage step is a big deal to be settled, even though you have faith to be partners in the future, “Are you serious about this? Kou, marriage will be more difficult”

“I'm prepared for everything, I will take responsibility to take care of you. I will help you pay your family debts, I will comfort you when your anxiety occurs, and I’m ready to walk to the future. When we get married, I'm willing to go through progress together until you can consider me as a real husband, even if it takes years”

“I know I’m clumsy, I’m selfish sometimes, maybe I’m too dumb compared to other men, easily having a bad mood, but I’m proud when you told me my clumsines salways lightens up your days. I’m willing to learn, and face the future together as long as it’s with you”

You looked at him, willing to say yes but your energy has been taken too much to answer this proposal right now, “I’ll give you my answer tomorrow, is that ok?” you smiled, indicating a positive response to him.

"Take your time, Y/N. I'll wait for your answer tomorrow" he smiled.

Ultimately, he married you with a small party with your friends, only inviting the closest family and his volleyball team members. Every time people congratulate him, he proudly says, "I'm marrying my best friend in the whole wide world"

#bokuto x reader #haikyuu x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #haikyuu!! #bokuto fanfic #bokuto koutarou #bokuto kotaro #bokuto #bokuto x you #bokuto x y/n #haikyuu imagines #hq images #bokuto x fem!reader #proposal #hq bokuto #marriage proposal #confession #hq!! #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff

[furubatsu]

On one hand, it really shouldn't surprise me that the fandom really does--no joke--clutch their pearls over Wyll's "rat diet" joke, I've been in the Dragon Age fandom, I know how fandoms are. But like, maybe its because I'm British, where those kinda comments are just how friends are with eachother, I always took it as Wyll trying to lighten the mood between him and Astarion?

Like, we all joke about how infatuated with Astarion Wyll can be in some dialogue, but he's also the most openly hostile towards the more "monstrous" races in Faerun (just try to have him in your party when talking to the Goblin leaders) and then there is a Vampire. Not just an actual monster in the eyes of the people, but one who revealed his hand by trying to bite another member of the party (and depending on the dice rolls, sucessfully killed that member of the party too). By all rights Wyll knows he should probably kill him, but also, Astarion is right, they all need eachother, whatever's keeping them safe from the parasite is keeping them together and they can't spend that time at each others throats (figeratively and literally), so Wyll tries to make light of the situation, he tries to crack a joke with him. There have been some friendly jabs between them at this point, after all, and really, to me at least the comment feels like it's in the same vein as someone poking fun of a friend whose Vegetarian or Lactose Intolerant. Just some stupid banter.

Astarion's been feeding of off animals, after all. I truly doubt his reaction wouldn't have been so sharp with Wyll if he had picked literally any other animal for the comment, but he chose a rat, not out of malice but ignorance. You gotta remember that it's not like the characters gather everyone around for a group announcement whenever they reveal personal information, they always talk to you, the player. If you peer into his mind, or pick the right dialogue trees, you know that Cazador would make Astarion feed of off rotten rats but how could Wyll? The rat comment was a poor joke but was only really meant as a joke.

Or something, I'm just rambling, after all.

#wyll ravengard #astarion acunin #BG 3 #thoughts and feelings #Ramble ramble ramble #just annoyed when I saw comments about how people benched him after that comment like #jesus christ have none of you ever made a poorly timed joke before? #I hope if you do you get treated the same way Fuck #It's clear by talking to Wyll that this is probably the most Actual Social Interaction he's had since he was a teenager

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

What Is Love? Love Is...

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: look sad shit happens, topics of death and loss and all that jazz also alcohol is involved

Genre: it's like just angst; maybe the tiniest bit of fluff but not really lol

Summary: when you suddenly get sick Loki reflects on a conversation you once had // Love is watching someone die // so who's gonna watch you die? ~ Death Cab For A Cutie

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Loki's face is grim as he looks at you, the love of his life, lying in bed with the others around you. At first glance you look perfectly fine, smiling and laughing with Natasha and Wanda talking to you about any and everything just to keep your mind off of the situation. No one would look at you and know you're on your way towards death's door with very little any of them can do to stop it. A mission gone sideways has you bedridden while Banner works desperately with the medical team to try and save you. It was supposed to be a simple recon mission but getting pushed into some apparently really dangerous plants seriously complicated things. It was lucky Vision had been on the mission team and identified the plants so quickly otherwise you may have died before the jet even got you home.

"Are you still feeling alright? We can get you pain meds if it gets uncomfortable." Tony pokes his head in to check on you.

"I'm fine Tony, someone will get you if it gets painful I'm sure." You tell him.

"The moment you start feeling pain we need to know, we'll have at best like 10 minutes."

"Tony that is not helpful." Steve rolls his eyes.

"Maybe not to her mood but to the chances of her living it is." Tony shrugs turning to leave out of the room. 

"As if we really needed a reminder of how little time we have to fix this." Steve grumbles.

"It's alright Stevie. He's coping the best way he knows how." You smile. You suddenly groan and clutch your stomach sending the room into a flurry. Vision is quick to contact Bruce and Tony while you try desperately to calm everyone down. As things continue to devolve, Loki is reminded of a conversation you'd had with him long before he knew how important you'd be to him.

Tony had thrown one of his many ridiculously large parties and Loki was still very new to the compound. He didn't like the crowds and the guests certainly didn't like him so after a short while of milling about he made his escape. He found himself on one of the balconies in a quiet part of the tower, far from the main room where the party was being held. Loki sat by himself, allowing the stillness of a cool night to combat the overstimulating nature of Tony's events. He was so wrapped up in this satisfaction the night brought him, he jumped when you joined him on the balcony.

"Hiding from the party?" You asked sitting on the balcony floor, your feet dangling over the edge through the bars.

"Are you?" He retorted.

"Kind of. I like these things but after a couple of hours they get so overwhelming I feel like my head is going to explode." You chuckle.

"Wouldn't have pegged a socialite such as yourself to have such an easily drained social battery." He muses.

"I'm a socialite not by choice but by necessity. Tony throws these things and as a member of the team they expect me there and they expect me friendly. That's why I leave early. The longer I'm there the more unfriendly I seem because I get annoyed and the last thing I wanna deal with is a lecture on my PR." You scoff.

"No one's gonna miss you?" Loki asks.

"I make sure enough people see me that it doesn't matter if anyone misses me. I was there." You shrug. "You stick around less than I do though, not worried anyone's gonna miss you?"

"You and I both know no one would even notice if I was or wasn't there." He snorts.

"You sure about that?"

"Do you think anyone would notice? And don't say Thor, he's got a fan club at least 20 people deep at these things. He's preoccupied I'm sure."

"Well I noticed you were missing." You shrug.

"We- hardly talk."

"You don't exactly enjoy talking to the rest of us."

"That's true." He chuckles.

"Can I ask you something?" You look over your shoulder at him.

"If you must."

"What keeps you here?"

"What do you mean?"

"For how much you seem to hate Earth and like, the team, why stick around in the first place? Why not go back to Asgard? Are you that close to Thor?"

"You think I stay here because of Thor?"

"Well, he's the only person here you have a connection to. I can't imagine why you'd stay here instead of returning to Asgard."

"There's nothing for me back on Asgard."

"Really?"

"Is that so surprising?"

"I just wonder- how bad it could be there for you to stay on a planet you hate. I mean, there are other places you could go right? So why here? Do you have a lover or something?" You ask which makes Loki laugh a full genuine laugh that you don't think you've ever heard from him. He's usually just dry snickers.

"A lover? Here on Earth? That's an idea."

"Too farfetched for you to find love here on Earth?"

"On Earth." He hums.

"Is love not on the table for you in general?"

"It's- What is love anyway?"

"Someone told me once that love is watching someone die." You hum.

"What?"

"Love is watching someone die. So I guess the real question is who's gonna watch you die?"

"Who's gonna watch you die? That's so morbid."

"Yeah well, she was dying when she said it." You shrug standing up.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"I'm pretty tired, but it was nice talking to you Loki."

"You're just going to drop an existential question and then leave?"

"You asked me what is love, I'm asking you who's going to watch you die. Maybe the answer to that will tell you what love is." You say leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Love is watching someone die.

It's not something Loki understood at the time, it's something he barely understood yesterday, but now, as everyone panics around you, it finally clicks. He's here because he loves you, everyone in the room is here because they love you and now they're practically holding their breaths knowing each passing moment takes you a little farther away from them. Still, no one, not even Loki would rather be anywhere but right here at this moment. Because he loves you even if that means watching you die. It doesn't feel fair, you had all these plans you'll never get to see through but Loki would rather lose you than never experience what it means to be loved by you. Maybe it's only in these moments that someone knows who truly loves them; by whose left when time is just about running out.

So, when the shrill beeps of the heart monitor trade in their steady tempo for a prolonged sound and the room finally stills with the reality of time being up, Loki doesn't even stand to join the circle around your bed. All he does is whisper ever so quietly to himself,

"Love is watching someone die."

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#marvel #marvel fanfiction #loki #loki fanfic #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki angst

[briizney]

Stranger - Choi San

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Bathroom- Montell Fish

—a/n: The Will To Power tour being announced on my 19th birthday set off something in me to start writing (again...). This fic has honestly been a wip for 4-3 months so I've finally found it in me to finish a few chapters and post. Enjoy!! (This first chapter is just a bit of an intro to all the characters and the plot) btw this has barely been proofread and i rushed the Yunho part (IM SORRY)

—Pairing: Choi San x Fem. reader x Ex bf.Jeong Yunho

—Series Warnings : (18+ - minors dni) fluff, angst, smut, cussing/mature language.

—Genres: college au, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers.

—Chapter warnings: cussing/mature language, BAD writing, mentions of sex/ implied jokes, Drinking, ANGST, arguments, Eunseok (riize), Jungwon (enhypen) and Lia (Itzy) are all readers friends, lia is readers roomate, mentions of other ateez members. (I HAVENT DONE THIS IN AGES BARE WITH ME)

—Word Count: 1.1K (ish)

"Are you going to the party on Saturday?" Lia asks, plopping down on your bed, pulling out her phone in the process. party? in finals week?  

"I thought you said you didn't go to parties anymore because of Wooyoung and its finals week... I'm not failing this semester" you protested. 

"Firstly," she began whilst walking towards her wardrobe "I do like going to parties... I just don't like Wooyoungs friends constantly going on, saying, "I bet you've had a taste of Wooyoungs weiner" especially that San guy, mother fucker." she cursed. " And if you're that stressed about finals, I'll help you study when I recover from the amazing hangover, I'm about to bring on myself... is it a deal?"  

"Deal" you said, also making your way to the wardrobe to pick something to wear. 

"Is this too much? I mean I know it's just a house party but like... a dress? it's a nice dress Li but I don't think it matches the uh... vibe"  

This was just an excuse... you didn't want to go to this party, for all you cared you would much rather be at home binge watching the latest shows you've been watching or rewatching your favorite films. 

"You're lying to yourself Y/n, we've been to a fuck tone of parties this year, and you've worn something like this every time." She grumbled. 

"It's different this time." 

"How? because Yunho isn't eating you out at the end of the night?"  

"Lia! Don't be stupid, I'm just tired and in need of some..." 

"Dick," she cut you off " you need a one-night stand, you're too set on Yunho" 

"Maybe that's a good thing."  

Desperate times call for desperate measures. And if being in love with your ex is still desperate, you're willing to go that far. 

"Or maybe we can try and get you out your shell? There are other guys out there who'll let you finish on their face"  

"What if I only want to finish on his face" you stated. 

"Then you have some weird shit going on in your head y/n, you two broke up 2 months ago, probably more than that," she said while giving you a look that could kill you if you said anything else " and besides... maybe wooyoung has a hot single friend you could mess about with. Please just listen to me for once and have some fun?" 

So now you're at a college frat party watching people pour alcohol on themselves for fun. Great. And even better the person who always lightens your mood... Wooyoung. Approaching you and your best friend at full speed. Fucking hell. If your evening could get any worse just let it happen now. 

"Heya ladies" he said whilst wrapping an arm around Lia's waist. What even are they at this point? Fuck buddies? For all you know, whenever he shows up, Lia ends up disappearing and that's your queue to go and sit in the toilet for the rest of the night.  

"Hi, woo," she replied leaning into his chest. Great. "wanna go grab a drink?" Fuck you.  

"Yeah sure," fuck the both of you. "You coming y/n?"  

"I'm good I might go and talk to Jungwon I think he's over there," you smiled and kissed your teeth.  

So, saying this night has gone bad is an overstatement. Besides, you still needed to do the wordle of today. My god. Is this what lifes become? 

"Okay so if it's not an a ther-" you muttered to yourself before someone knocked on the door. 

"You okay in there?" Yunho? "I was just gonna check on you, y/n, make sure you werent blowing up the toilet or something."  

Opening the door, you looked up at him. And now on top of your ex being a few centimeters away from your face, your heart was also racing faster than it has in a long time. By the flush on his cheeks, you could tell he was drunk. This probably explains why he was now walking towards you leaving you with the only option of stumbling back into the bathroom.  

“Are you drunk?” you asked as he placed his hands on your waist. “Actually, I don't want to know,” removing his hands you sat down on the toilet.  

“y/n don't be like this”  

“Be like what!?” You're now standing, “Did our relationship mean nothing to you? Did I mean nothing to you? I’m not like Lia, okay? I don’t fuck about with people because I don’t mind not having commitment and closure. It’s your fault this Wack relationship ended. Then you just forget about me for a few months and act like you give a shit when you wanna get laid” You borderline screamed. Rule number one: never be afraid to raise your voice at a man with an over inflated ego, especially not an ex-boyfriend. 

“Did you really think I was gonna fall back into your arms Yunho? You broke my fucking heart!” 

“y/n I jus-”  

“Get out, don't speak to me till you'll be sober enough to remember this conversation in the morning.”

So it was dramatic and you’re stupid. Yunho finally gave you a chance and you fucked up. Actually no. He fucked up. Relationships are a waste of time. 

More knocking.  

“Fuck off Yunho.”  

This time instead of your wide-eyed ex storming in, a tall guy in a white tank top peeps his head round the door.  

“Oh, I'm sorry,” you said wiping tears from your face.  

You’d be stupid to say this guy wasn’t slightly your type. He looks like a Frank Ocean song to put it nicely.  

“I didn’t mean to interrupt, sorry, but could I use the bathroom?”  

“Oh, sure go ahead.” you replied stepping out of the toilet. 

After this guy had finished... his business he came out and smiled at you.  

“Not one for parties then?”  

“How could you guess.” Maybe it was your low standards or the fact you’ve spent the last 2 hours crying and playing candy crush, but you haven't smiled this hard all week. 

“There’s just a vibe about you, it’s the “I don't wanna be here my friend dragged me along don't speak to me” look” 

“Your right about the “my friend dragged me along part,” maybe add on “she left me to go hook up with some guy” and you’d be spot on” You hinted.  

“Well, we’d be in the same boat then. “My friend left me to hook up with a girl he won’t commit to” sound familiar?”  

“Very.” You smiled 

“San, my names San... By the way.” 

“As in Wooyoungs friend?” 

“Ever met another San?”  

“Not that I can remember.” you answered.  

“Your name?”  

“Y/n, Lia’s friend.” You implied. 

“Woah as in... wooyoungs like... whatever they are.” 

So, this is San? All of Lia's comments about him being a mother fucker weren't as true as you thought. He seemed like a gentleman. He hadn’t tried to make a move on you, or any other stupid shit like most guys at these shitty things. 

He seemed nice enough to at least hang about with till Lia got so drunk she would black out.  

This evening could go better than you thought.

#ateez #ateez x reader #drabbles #ateez fic #ateez san #ateez yunho #atz #wooyoung

[crystalsnow95z]

Sickie: Jin with allergies

Caretaker: Jungkook and Taehyung mostly

Third time trying to make something I'm happy with while following the request. Sorry I strayed away from the prompt ^^, I know If I start from scratch again I'll just not want to write it anymore.

"Taehyung-sii it's your sister." Staff calls to him Taehyung quickly turning away from the monitor.

"What? My sister?" Taehyung takes his phone back. "Thank you." He quickly bows, moving to a quiet location.

"Guess we're on break until Taehyungie returns. I hope everything is okay." Hoeseok watches Taehyung pace while talking on the phone.

"Maybe she just doesn't know he was working and wanted to make plans to hang out since we just got back from Europe."

"She normally just texts him though..." Jungkook goes to go by Taehyung, by Jin grabs the back of his shirt.

"Jungkook-ah, leave him be. He'll tell us if he wants to when he comes back." Jin scolds him, keeping his eyes on Taehyung while he talks to staff. "I know you're worried, we all are."

Taehyung bows to staff, talking on the phone again before hanging up and returning to the others. "I need to get Yeotannie tonight.. my parents got into an accident and need to be in the hospital for a few days. We can get Tannie after the shoot, right?"

"Of course we can. Are mom and Dad okay?" Jin asks with concern.

"Do you want to skip practice?" Hoseok asks, looking at Namjoon for confirmation that it was okay to offer.

"Yeah, yeah, they'll be okay..they'll make a full recovery.." Taehyung says giving a weak smile. "I can continue practice, Lee-sii says he will watch Yeotan for me while I work and my siblings will take care of the rest.."

Jimin hugs Taehyung from behind, resting his head on his shoulder. "You sure you don't want to take some time off to see them?"

"I'll visit the hospital on the way to get Tannie. I can't miss any practices, we have a concert in less than a week. It's nothing major, and my siblings both said not to worry. They'll take care of it.." Taehyung acts like it's no big deal, giving them a smile, but Jimin could still feel Taehyung's heart pounding through his back, clearly feeling guilty about not being there.

"Taehyungie-" Jimin starts, but Taehyung breaks away from him.

"Let's finish up this shoot quickly so we can get Tannie, then go to the studio to practice.. Ah, sorry noona..I messed up my hair.." Taehyung gives her a shy apologetic smile when he realizes the bangs she had slicked back were over his forehead again.

"It's okay. I'll fix it Taehyung-sii. Just sit still this time, i don't want to chase you around this time." The stylist playfully scolds him, getting a comb to fix it.

"Hyung can we do something special for dinner tonight?" Yoongi whispers to Jin.

"I think that's a great idea. We'll call it a welcome home party for Yeotan." Jin goes to whisper to Hoseok, recruiting more helpers in the kitchen.

The younger members are busy trying to lighten the mood, Jungkook and Jimin dancing around Taehyung to Namjoon singing lower than necessary.

"I don't sound like that.." Taehyung pouts, making Jimin giggle only making his pout grow. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because you're cute. It's okay, TaeTae, when you sing it, it's beautiful." Jimin pats Taehyung's shoulder. "Namjoonie-hyungie you can't sing that low." He scolds Namjoon for Taehyung.

"Neither can you." Namjoon states.

"No, but I can hit good high notes so it makes up for it." Jimin boasts. "Taehyungie can sing both low and high so maybe he can help you."

Taehyung gives a shy smile at Jimin's praise. "I'm not that good with high notes.. not like you and Jungkook-ah."

"There, finished. You can go back to the shoot." The stylist says spraying Taehyung's hair one last time.

"Thank you." Taehyung bows, getting up from the chair.

"Alright, now that everyone's ready, let's finish up the last three scenes so we can move on." Namjoon switches back to leader mode, the members gathering to get instructions from the director. The shoot continues as if nothing happened, the only hint of something being wrong was how serious Taehyung kept during the shoot, not playing around with the other members in between shots.

Jungkook and Jin went for the ride to get Yeotan from Taehyung's parents' house. The two waited in the car for him, giving him time alone with his brother, who had volunteered to watch the pomeranian while they finished the shoot.

"Are you sure we shouldn't tell him to take some time off?" Jungkook breaks the silence in the car.

"Yeah, it's okay. He'll feel guilty either way, so it's best he keeps busy than just sitting around waiting for them to be released from the hospital. When they're home, we can ask him again if he wants to take a day or two off before the tour." Jin explains, knowing his brothers well. Each and every single one of them would put the team and army before themselves.

Jungkook goes to answer but hears the door opening, Taehyungie hugging his brother goodbye before picking up Tannie, returning to the car. "Sorry, I didn't expect to be in there that long.."

"No, it's fine Vuu. I didn't notice I got really into reading this comic on my phone." Jin reassures him with a warm smile. "I think you'd like it."

"I didn't notice either i was juet scrolling on my phone. Hyungie, do you want me to drive so you can hold Yeotan?" Jungkook offers, getting out of the car.

"Ah that'd be great. Thanks Kook-ah." Taehyung gets in the back seat, Holding his beloved pet to his chest.

"Are you feeling okay Bwi?" Jin asks, getting out of the passenger seat to sit with him in the back seat, rubbing Taehyung's knee.

"Ah, yeah. I'm fine. I just remembered how little I know about my brother..it was a bit awkward to talk to him at first." Taehyung says softly, burying his face in Yeotan's fur. "You smell different, Tannie. It must be from you when you went to the groomers yesterday." He changes the subject away from him. "Super soft, though. Want to pet him?"

Jin humors him, reaching to pet Yeotan. "Oh, he is super soft!"

"I want to pet him too!" Jungkook reaches behind him, stroking Yeotan on the top of the head. "Oh wow, he's so fluffy. I forgot how different him and Bam feel from each other." His eyes grow wide, scratching behind Yeotan's ear.

"You can pet Tannie later. We should get back to the..ag..ahitch!" Jin sneeze.

"Bless you hyungie." Jungkook tells him, thinking nothing of it."You're right, it's a long drive, we should get going. We might be able to get a few hours of practice in if we hurry."

"Let's play some music to pass the time." Jin suggests, trying to get Taehyung's mind away from his family. "Is your phone still connected to the Bluetooth Taehyungie?"

"No, I took it off because my phone was dying."

"Vuu, your phone is always dying." Jin teases.

"It's not always dying." Taehyung denies Jin's statement with a pout.

"Here, hyungie, you can use mine." Jungkook reaches in his hoodie pocket, blindly holding out the phone to keep his eyes on the road.

Taehyung takes it, putting on some music, the two youngest singing along. Jin kept his eyes on the horizon, suddenly feeling short of breath and light headed.

Why do I feel so bad all the sudden? Is it that I've been in the car so long?

It takes three songs for Taehyung to notice something was wrong with the older member, turning down the music. "Hyungie what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I might be a little car sick, I just started feeling dizzy, and it got a little harder to breathe.." Jin admits softly, sniffling. This is awful timing.. Taehyungie was finally acting like himself again.

"Do you want me to get off on the next exit?" Jungkook asks, speaking quickly. "We can go to a gas station and get medicine."

Jin shakes his head. "I don't want to cause a scene.. we hardly managed to get gas for the way here.."

"Do you want to lay on my shoulder and try to rest?" Taehyung offers. "The ride will go faster if you sleep.."

Jin unbuckles his seat belt to slide next to Taehyung, laying his head on the younger’s shoulder. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. Yeotan stretches his paws into Jin's lap, laying across both boys.

"Are you worried about me too, Tannie?" Jin smiles, gently scratching Yeotan's back. "I'm okay.. really.."

"You don't sound okay.." Jungkook frowns, hearing the difference in Jin's voice.

"Heh..heh'tichi!" Jin sniffles, keeping his hand over his face. "Ugh.. my nose.."

"Are you catching a cold?" Taehyung asks, digging in his bag to try to find the packet of tissues he shoved in there a week ago.

"I felt fine all day.. I don't know why i'm..ah..ah.." Jin prepared for a sneeze that never came, leaving his nose feeling irritated. "Ugh.."

"Here, hyung." Taehyung finds the packet of tissues, passing it to Jin. "You shouldn't catch a cold this quickly.." Taehyung frowns, perplexed.

"Thanks Taehyungie.." Jin takes it, plucking out a tissue to blow his nose.

"Is it Yeotan?" Taehyung asks, voice laced with concern, pulling his canine companion closer to him. "You got worse after petting him and that's the only change.."

"I'm not allergic to dogs.." Jin says defensively. "I was fine with the shoot last week with the..he..heh'tichi!"

"But you can get allergies out of nowhere, Hyung. Are you sure?" Taehyung asks again. "Maybe on the next stop, you can move to the front seat, so you're farther from Tannie.."

"Yeah. I'm fine. Don't worry." Jin gives him a reassuring smile, ignoring the itch that was forming in the tip of his nose. He pulls up his face mask just in case it was Yeotan, but the damage was already done, sniffling to try to make it easier to breathe.

Jungkook looks back at Jin in the rear view mirror, sharing Taehyung's concern. "We should stop at a store for some allergy pills just in case Hyung.."

"Heh'heh..Heh'tichi! Heh'xcih! Ha..Heyitch!" Jin tried to answer him, but a fit of sneezes is all that comes, soiling the face mask with runny mucus, removing it.

"Hyung.." Taehyung says softly taking a tissue from the packet to try to do something to help his ailing hyung. He's not feeling well because of me..Yeotan is my dog and I'm the one who asked someone to come with me..

"Taehyung-Ah stop, it's not your fault.. I'll be fine.." Jin tried to sound normal, but it came out breathless. He knew what Taehyung was thinking without him saying a word. He could feel the pressure building in his nose. Sh*t..

"Hehitch..! Hehxxcghi! He..heh'tichi!" Jin sneezes, sniffling loudly. He tried to rubs his eyes to clear his vision, but touching them only made it worse. Tears streaked his face grabbing another tissue to dry them.

"We might have to take you to the hospital.." Jungkook says searching the roadsigns for the nearest hospital.

"No, no I'll be fine after some medi..Hehitchu!" Jin sneezes into the tissue.

"It's just one more kilometer to the nearest gas station. It'll be okay, Jaykay. We'll take care of Hyungie.. lets see if the medicine helps first. " Taehyung reassures Jungkook. "Just focus on the road okay?"

The last few minutes to the gas station was silent except for the sound of Jin sniffling and Jungkook's phone softly playing music on shuffle.

Jungkook puts on his face mask getting out of the car quickly. "Hyungie move to the front okay?"

"I don't want to move.." Jin says stifling another sneeze.

"I'll move then.. Tannie just got groomed so there shouldn't be much dog fur.." Taehyung gets out, jumping when he sees flashes of cameras and voices calling to him. "Aiish.. that scared me.." he bows politely, making a one handed cheek heart as he holds Yeotan close. I need them to focus on me.. I don't want them taking any pictures of Jinnie-hyung.

Jungkook already ran into the store, ignoring the sound of someone calling his name. He didn't have time to greet army. Not when his hyung was suffering.

The three girls go to get closer, but Yeotan barks at them. Taehyung bows in apology, stroking Yeotan. "He's very shy.. I'm sorry."

Taehyung feels relieved when they don't try to come any closer. His eyes continued to dart from the small crowd to the door where Jungkook disappeared.

"Were you spending time with your family before your tour?" One of the young women asks, noticing the sadness flashing in Taehyung's eyes before he smiles.

"I saw them for a little bit,but I really only came to get Yeotannie.." Taehyung replies honestly, not wanting to worry Army with his personal problems.

"Did you-ack!" A girl tried to ask another question, but another woman approached the group, pulling them to their car.

"I leave you to go get gas for a few minutes, and I find you harassing Taehyung-ssi during his private time." The newcomer scolds them all the way to the car.

Taehyung let's go of the breath he didn't know he was holding, quickly getting into the car before anyone else noticed him.

I'm so glad I borrowed a staffs car..

"Hyungie are you okay?" Taehyung puts Yeotan in the driver's seat so he can turn back to Jin who started laying down in the back seat, knees pulled to his chest.

Taehyung's only answer was another sneeze. "My poor hyungie.." he says sympathically, rubbing his hand across Jin's side.

Jungkook comes in the car, not even a minute later. "Tannie move over.." Jungkook gently places him onto Taehyung's seat, quickly rummaging through the shopping bag to get the water and medicine he bought. "Hyung I got a pill and a nasal spray, what would you want to try?"

"I don't know.. I just want it to stop.." Jin sniffles, feeling another sneeze coming. He slowly sits back up, a small whimper escaping when his head pounds aggressively against his skull, the sinus pressure making it painful to move.

"Hang on Jinnie-hyung I'll come back there." Jumgkook forces himself between the seats to get to back seat,wincing when his shoulder hits the head rest. Jungkook pops the blister packet to get the pill out, putting it on Jin's tongue.

''Heh..heh.." Jin starts coughing inhaling the pill.

"Hyung quick, drink some water." Jungkook opens the water bottle, gently tilting it by Jin's lips. "Slowly, slowly.."

Jin nods, drinking slowly, his coughing dying down.

"Try to sleep now hyung.. the medicine should help you sleep." Jungkook hugs Jin close to him.

"Heh..heh'itchu!" Jin sneezes into Jungkook's shoulder. 'Geh..heh..heh'tichi!"

"Hyungie.." Jungkook hugs Jin close before going back to the front seat. "I'll get us home as soon as possible." Jungkook promises,getting back in the front seat.

Jin buckles himself up again,leaving against the window. I hope it kicks in soon..It hurts to breathe..

"I'm gonna try to get some sleep.. my head hur..hey..heh'tichi!" Jin sniffles, looking for the packet of tissues Taehyung gave him.

"It's by your foot Hyungie." Taehyung tried reaching back to pick it up for him, but the seat belt digged into his stomach, his fingertips only grazing the corner.

"Ah I see it." Jin says following Taehyung's hand, picking it up. "Thanks for.. try.." he stopped feeling another sneeze, but it never came. "Trying.." he finishes his sentence, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You okay?" Taehyung asks.

"Yeah..I thought I had to..heh'tichi!" Jin found the sneeze, messily spraying into the tissue. "Ugh..I did.."

"Ah, wait, hyung. I think I have a thing of hand sanitizer in my backpack." Taehyung stretches, just barely grabbing the strap to pull it to him. "Sorry Tan.." he apologizes. "I'll sit still after I find something.." he unzips his bag, finding the travel size hand sanitizer he threw in there. "Here. This should help get the ick off.."

Jin holds out his hand, Taehyung squeezing some out into his hand, rubbing them together. "Thanks, Tete.."

"Feel better soon...I'll let you sleep.." Taehyung faces forward again, noticing Jin's eyes starting to droop closed. "Love you.."

"Love you too Vuu.." Jin murmurs, leaning against the window and drifting to sleep.

"Hyungie.. Hyung wake up we're home." Jungkook rubs Jin's chest gently, not wanting to startle him."You need to go to your bed.."

"Huh?" Jin blinks slowly, wincing from the stiffness in his neck for laying against the window oddly. "We're home already?"

"Yeah, that medicine knocked you out, I chose so quickly I didn't even read that it wasn't non-drowsy.." Jungkook admits, gently rubbing Jin's neck.

"That's okay, I would've wanted to sleep anyway.." Jin's voice comes out groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"How are you feeling Hyung? Any better?" Jungkook asks. "Your nose isn't as red.."

"I'm alright..the contant urge to sneeze went away, but my nose is still all stuffed and my head still hurts.. where did Tae-yah go?"

"To take Tannie to the bathroom, ah be careful Hyung, its raining now, put your hood up.." Jungkook frets when Jin gets out of the car. "You'll get sick."

Jin stretches his stiff limbs, pulling up his hood. "Jungkook-Ah I'm not that fragile. Stop worrying." He looks around finding Taehyung and Yeotan a bit ahead of them. "Taehyung-Ah! Put your hood on!" He yells to him, smiling when he sees Taehyung quickly turn to face him.

"Jinnie-hyung you're up!" Taehyung runs to him, hugging him close. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling better now. The medicine worked." Jin tried to keep his voice sounding normal, not wanting to worry Taehyung anymore than he already did.

"I'm relieved.. let's go inside, the rain is really coming down now. Poor Tannie is soaked.." Taehyung looks down at his beloved pet at his feet. "I'll put him in my room, don't worry hyung."

"I can't believe it.. I was fine last week with the lab we had on set.. I was rubbing her belly and scratching her ears and I was fine.." Jin sighs, going to the building.

Taehyung picks up Yeotan and follows behind him. "You might have to carry around allergy pills just in case.."

"Heh'heh..heh'tichi!" Jin sneezes, relieved when it's not messy like before. "Ah, Bwi, it's okay.." he says quickly when Taehyung starts speeding up to get Yeotan farther away from Jin. "Ah, Vuu.."

"Welcome home Taehyungie." Jimin greets him. "Your hair is all wet..ah so is Tannie. I'll get him a towel."

"Thanks Jimin-ah.. I'm going to get my room set up for Tan." Taehyung takes Yeotan straight to his room, setting him on the floor."wait here Tannie. I'll go get you some food and water."

"Jungkook-ah, Seokinnie-hyung, what happened? Taehyungie seems more upset than before he left.." Yoongi asks when he sees Taehyung go straight to his room.

"Did you not read the group chat?" Jungkook asked with a puzzled expression. "For some reason Hyungie had an allergic reaction to Yeotan."

"What? No I didn't my phone died so I put it on the charger. Are you okay Hyung?" Yoongi reaches over where he had his phone plugged in, scrolling through the group chat.

"I'm feeling a lot better now.. but I feel awful for scaring him like that.." Jin says, looking towards Taehyung's room with a guilty expression.

"Jiminie and I will handle Taehyungie. You should take a hot shower to clear your sinuses." Yoongi suggests to Jin, watching Jimin enter the room. "Are you going to get tested for dog allergies?"

"I want to see something.. I was thinking about something Taehyungie said earlier.. that Tannie didn't smell like he usually does.. maybe the groomer used a soap that I'm allergic to, or a perfume that stuck to his fur." Jin says hopefully.

Yeotan wouldn't have to be locked in a room and Taehyung will relax again..

"So you think the rain might've washed it away?" Jungkook asks.

Jin nods. "I'll be fine."

"I got Tan settled in my room." Taehyung announces, entering the living room. "Hyungie what are you doing?" He asks in a panicked state when he sees Jin getting up to open the door to his room.

"I'm checking something." Jin replies, opening the door. "Yeotannie, Yeotannie come here."

"But hyung-"

"Vuu shh.. it's okay.." Jin bends down to call to Yeotan, who hesitates to go near him. "Come here..Tannie.."

Yeotan walks up to him, Jin reaching to pet his back, his heart racing with anxiety that his theory might be wrong. "Good, good boy.."

Everyone has the same fear, Taehyung bending down to be able to quickly scoop up Yeotan, Jimin going towards the bathroom to get medicine, Namjoon idling behind Jin to pull him away.

Jin takes a deep breath as he sits cross legged on the floor, patting his lap. "Come here Tan.." he calls his voice slightly shaking. "Tannie, Tannie come."

"Hyung are you sure?" Namjoon asks, getting his answer when Jin whistles for Yeotan.

Yeotan obeys, crawling into Jin's lap. Jin scratches his ears. Nothing happened. No sneezes, no sniffles, no watery eyes. "Oh Tannie, you stink now.." Jin smiles, hugging the pomeranian to his chest.

"Aiggo, that scared me.." Taehyung exhales loudly, letting go of the breath he was holding when he sees Jin loving on Yeotan without any reaction.

Yeotan was done with the attention, wiggling away from Jin's grasp.

"I'm not allergic to dogs.." Jin says with a bright smile, letting Yeotan go. "But now I smell like a wet dog.."

#bts #bts sickfic #bts boys #bts fanfic #bts sickie #bts taehyung #bts jhope #bts namjoon #bts jungkook #bts jimin #yeotan #bts jin

[fearowkenya]

Winds of Change -

Chapter 2: The Perfect Storm

Shuuji hangs there, breathless in its grip, and everything fades away until there’s nothing left but what he can see in that wild pair crimson eyes, swirling with anger, anguish, and above all else—fear. Maybe he’s too afraid to string together an apology, or maybe it’s that he knows there’s no use in offering one.  Either way, what a fitting end, for a pair of monsters to destroy one another.  But there’s always a critic, and today it’s Ryo.

Shuuji makes it out of the fight in the waterway alive, but somehow, it still goes horribly, horribly wrong.

AO3 link in source, and, as always, extended author's notes under the cut! (:

whoops! the chapter is late. I thought I'd have time to post it before my dads wedding yesterday, but wouldnt you know it, there wasnt quite enough time to get everything formatted properly without rushing thru it.  I was super tired after the wedding and tried my best to at least do my first proofreading before bed, but i kept dozing off. so here I am. better late then never!

this chapter was an absolute blast to write! i figured that one good way to really justify the groups collective paranoia was to let wendimon get VERY close to accomplishing a total party wipe. the mood I was going for was something similar to the hopelessness of trying to take down plutomon or boltboutamon - no matter how many megas get thrown at them, it never seems like enough. that's why I made wendimon a fair bit stronger than what's typical of a champion level digimon.

as I said in my author's notes on ao3, I think this kind of situation would definitely justify falcomons behavior too, both while hes actively arguing with minoru, as well as the time he spends refusing to return to the group even after minoru apologizes. falcomon has his insecurities like the rest of them, but hes always seemed to me like the one who is the most self-assured in who he is and what he cares about.

that's not to say that the others arent, but in terms of his understanding of the world and of himself, I find that falcomon is the one whose identity has the strongest foundation, and I think watching something like this happen to arguably the most gentle member of their group shakes that foundation to its core. 

even when the professor explains that this only happened because of a partner bond sustained severe damage, i think it would do very little to ease falcomon's worries -  it's hard to tell just how messed up minoru's self-image is under the big smiley front he puts up to hide his insecurities, and falcomon KNOWS that. but that's beyond the scope of what I'm exploring in this fic lol. it might be something I circle back to later on though! minoru is the character I find most interesting on my second run of truthful; there are SO many subtleties about him that i absolutely did not notice the first time around.

anyway, the waterway. hoo boy, the waterway. choreographing the waterway fight was probably the hardest part of writing this chapter. when I first drafted it, i was very confident in the image I had in my head of the waterway battlefield, but when I went to check screenshots, it turned out that I had it all wrong! so I had to rework the whole damn thing! which was really hard, because the biggest challenge was keeping track of where every single character was placed on the field!

the goal was to spread characters out so that they weren't all bunched together, but still located conveniently enough such that I could pull them into the fight with wendimon when necessary. in order to do this, i drew a big stupid diagram on actual physical paper made one big (temporary) change to the waterway battlefield which i doubt anybody noticed unless you, like me, are unhinged enough to study the structure of the in-game locations down to the smallest details.

in the game, a little behind the place on the map where you set your units, theres a gap on the left that usually has a treasure chest on the other side, one that you have to send a flying unit to retrieve unless you want to go alllllllllllll the way around. I needed to be able to get takuma, minoru, miu, and kaito over there so that arukenimon could be all menacing on the top of the stairs, but i couldnt figure out how to make it work without having to make them go past wendimon on the central path and around megaseadramon on the top left platform. so what I did is... close that gap.

but closing the gap created the problem where the kids could easily use that path to regroup with Shuuji and the others. which was inconvenient when i needed them to stay split up. so you can imagine how clever I felt when I had megaseadramon cut them off by destroying the stairs and putting the gap right back , which is what I meant when I said the change I made to the battlefield was temporary lmao

speaking of megaseadramon, when i was first writing this chapter, i was very overwhelmed at the idea of having to simultaneously balance the fight against wendimon with the fight against megaseadramon. splitting the party seemed like the obvious choice, but it felt very anticlimactic to be like "oh yeah here comes the other half of the group to the rescue, they kicked megaseadramon's ass off-camera lol"

by that same token, I didnt want to put TOO much focus on megaseadramon and detract from wendimon. so once again I felt like a genius when I realized that the solution was simply to have wendimon not only deal with megaseadramon, but raise the stakes and tension by demonstrating that it is on a completely other level compared to the other champion stage digimon. (in poor megaseadramon's defense, it was not at all expecting to be attacked by wendimon, and was likely at least a little worn-down by shellmon, sangloupmon, greymon, and diatrymon. I think it would have fared much better against wendimon in a clean one-on-one match.)

as for wendimons defeat, well... no matter how much I amp up its strength, I felt that taking a point-blank giga destroyer would probably do the trick. AND give us some truly horrific imagery. I struggled a LOT with that last couple of paragraphs, and I'm still not sure if I was able to give the exact image i wanted to leave off with at the very end.

while this chapter answered a bunch of questions asked in the first one, it also raised plenty more. theres some stuff i set up here that I'm really looking forward to people catching on to (: unless they've caught on already...?? heehee (: i wonder which things will take people by surprise, and which ones they saw coming a mile away...?

on that note, id love to hear what people think of the fic so far. kudos are nice and I greatly appreciate them, but nothing launches me over the moon quite like comments. I'm so curious to know what part(s) people liked best, both about this chapter and the first, as well as any predictions people have about the stuff I'm starting to hint at as I get further into the story. i won't confirm or deny anything of course, but it will make me smile so so so big.

please look forward to chapter 3! I'll evaluate when exactly I'm posting it as the week goes on, as im currently away from home and have a bunch of busy days coming up - I'll be sitting thru a 4 hour car ride on sunday and trying to see some friends on monday before I fly home on Tuesday , so I cant say with any certainty when chapter 3 will be out other than at some point within that Sunday-Monday-Tuesday timeframe. thank you for reading, please consider leaving a comment, and until next time!

#digimon survive #digimon #shuuji kayama #kayama shuuji #ryo tominaga #tominaga ryo #lopmon

[coldninjaruins-blog]

Will is not jelaous, he is hurt. Mike is jelaous.

Sorry, I don't agree at all.

First of all I want to say that jealousy is a completely normal emotion that anyone can feel and there are different ways in which people react to jealousy.

Now, what is jealousy?

This loved one can be a friend or a family member, my point is that jealousy is not inherently romantic (I, for example get jealous easily for any loved one of mine).

The fact that Will is jealous of Mike and El's relationship is something that even those who believed that Will wasn't gay and therefore not in love with Mike would admit, they would simply excuse that he missed his friendship with Mike or was completely platonic jealousy which we now know was not completely the case, because yes, Will missed his friendship with Mike but he is also pretty in love with Mike.

"You're ruining our party"

You're destroying everything and for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid girl?"

I don't know how else to describe this other than jealousy, yeah he was upset with Mike and Lucas for how they behaved at the game but from the moment Will said "you're ruining our party" it was just about him and Mike, unlike earlier when in the fight Mike said "we're just not in the mood" and Will replied "you guys are never in the mood anymore" both speaking in the plural and including Lucas in the dispute. This is why later Mike says "it's not my fault" instead of "it's not our fault".

I talked before about how Will's reaction to the other relationships in season 3 is different than his reaction to Mike and El's relationship, why? Because he was jealous.

Although in season 3 and season 4 there is a difference in how Will handles his jealousy, probably because of the rain fight he came to the conclusion why he feels the way he does towards Mike and how it makes him different, plus the fact that Mike is probably never going to reciprocate his feelings (in Will's opinion) and fear of getting hurt. The show tells us that Will is still pretty jealous it's just that he's not as vocal as he was in season 3 and keeps it more to himself.

Will folding his painting just as Mike kisses El after she said she wants the day to be just about the two of them was jealousy. He was also hurt by Mike's behavior.

“You’ve called maybe a couple times. It’s been a year, Mike. Meanwhile, El has like a book of letters from you.”

Will made it super clear that he was jealous and felt left out.

He said he was being a miserable third wheel all day, complained that Mike barely calls him while he writes letters to El all the time. He just needed to say "I'm jealous" to make it even more obvious that he was in fact jealous.

Jealousy generally refers to the thoughts or feelings of insecurity, fear, and concern over a relative lack of possessions or safety.

Jealousy can consist of one or more emotions such as anger, resentment, inadequacy, helplessness or disgust. In its original meaning, jealousy is distinct from envy, though the two terms have popularly become synonymous in the English language, with jealousy now also taking on the definition originally used for envy alone. These two emotions are often confused with each other, since they tend to appear in the same situation.

"Do you remember what I said about click’s class? about me being jealous and, like, obsessed? It isn’t because I had a crush on you. It’s because… she wouldn’t stop staring at you."

"I wanted her to look at me. But… she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair."

Just like Robin being jealous because of her feelings for Tammy was envious of Steve, Will is also envious of El (don't twist my words around saying I'm saying Will hates El or something because that's not what I'm saying). Envy and jealousy are often related to the point where they are almost used as synonyms because usually when you feel jealousy you also feel envy.

"Will is not jealous, he is hurt."

But why is he hurt? Why are being hurt and being jealous mutually exclusive rather than perhaps related?

Okay let's see something.

In these two scenes, which one of them is jealous and which one is hurt?

Was El jealous and Will hurt? Or was Will jealous and El hurt? Or maybe they were both jealous and hurt?

Will is watching Mike and El flirt through the porthole-style window of the pizza kitchen. Unable to watch them anymore, he returns his eyes to the dissolving salt. (Will's pov)

Jonathan eyes Will. He knows his brother too well. Knows he's hurting. (Jonathan's pov)

We always talked about how Will never expected anything more from Mike than their friendship, that he just wanted them to go back to being best friends like before. And while this is true this scene shows us that Will's feelings not being reciprocated (in his opinion) does hurt him, that he does want something more with Mike, that seeing him with someone else in a romantic context like flirting hurts him, because he wants to be in that place with Mike. And at this point Mike and Will are already back to being best friends so it's not about going back to how they were before and spending time together.

And this my dear anon, is jealousy.

Romantic jealousy.

#answered asks #will byers #byler #He is so jealous I don't know why y'all can't see it 😭

[athenasdisappointment]

Falling in love like in a Jane Austen's novel - part 1

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader

Warnings: 16+; no use of (Y/N)

Words: 2050

Reading time: 8 min 11 sec

Summary: Benny is sick of partying and interactions that come and go. You want old-fashion love. What happens when two strangers see each other and realize what they always wanted.

Notes: Hi! It's me again. I've been meaning to post for a long time, but I was lacking inspiration. This is part 1 of a two pieces fic, maybe more. I hope you all enjoy it. English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any possible mistake. Feel free to correct me. Thank you!!!

The neon lights illuminated the faces of the people in the crowded bar. The music playing was upbeat, people were either dancing or drowning shots like there was no tomorrow.

This was not the type of bar the Delta Squad usually chose for their hangouts, due to Will and Frankie's quiet nature and everybody's preference for casual attire over dressing up. Now with Benny and Santi… that was a different story. Those two also liked to go out, get wasted, and to put it in a light tone, flirt.

Why was the whole squad in such a populated bar with two members feeling slightly uncomfortable? Honestly, nobody did fully know why. Benjamin guessed that some sort of planet disarrangement happened for his brother and his best friend agreed to tag along.

The group decided to sit down first and get acquainted with the place. Soon they discovered that making small talk would be impossible over the bar's vivacious noise.

Santiago's eyes observed the space around him, too eager to find somebody to spend the night with. That's when he noticed a bachelor's party on the opposite side of the room. Nudging Benny's arm he pointed to the group of girls. "What do you think?" After a moment of consideration, Benjamin was about to speak when Frankie anticipated him. "Why not? I've been on a dry spell for too long. What do you say, Ironman?" Will ran a hand through his beard and signed. "Fine. But only if I get to be your wingman! I'm not really in the mood for anything more tonight."

Right after approaching the party, each one went their own way. Benjamin was getting shots with a group of women and the soon-to-be bride, Santiago was already on the dance floor, praying his knees wouldn't start aching and blowing out the chance of taking the beautiful human being he was dancing with, home. Frankie was sitting by the counter talking to a girl and playing all his cards, while Will quietly sat next to him just giving him moral support and hyping Fish up when needed.

After telling the girls he would be back with more drinks, Benny made his way to his brother. "Are you having fun?" Inquired Will after Benny told the bartender his order. "Yeah, kind of." The look Benjamin had, told a different story. "Come on man, I know your tells. What's up?" Truth be told not even Benny knew. "I just feel like something is missing. These kinds of events aren't as fun as they used to be, I just do it because it's the only thing I know." He started to trail off in his thoughts. "Maybe it's a sign to settle down. Have you ever thought about-" Before Will could finish, the bartender delivered the other man's order. Starting to make his way over to the girls, Benjamin told his brother "I think this is a conversation to have some other time. Do you wanna grab lunch tomorrow? I need brotherly advice." Will nodded with a reassuring smile and watched his little brother turn around, putting his entertainer persona back on. And that was the moment Benjamin laid eyes on the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

She looked like an angel to him. Her smile shined, and her features looked like they had been sculpted by the most talented renaissance artist. All of her was beautiful. The way she moved, the way she acted! Benny was mesmerized. He watched as the girl embraced the soon-to-be bride in her arms and the way her smile got even bigger. With every passing second, she became more beautiful. She was more than that, she was gorgeous. Benjamin was sure he was looking at her with what you would call heart eyes. He saw how she got a little bit awkward when greeting some people and how she let all of her defenses down when meeting who he assumed were her friends. He found her adorable. The only thing that bothered him a little was that she hadn't noticed him. He wanted to look into her eyes, see if the inside beauty matched the exterior one. He believed it would.

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Work had been hectic. Once again you had to stay later than usual to finish up some reports, that had, once again, been handed out later than they should have. The workspace you shared with a few coworkers was filled with grunts and complaints. "How can they fail to deliver these papers every week?" Said, somebody. "Especially on a Friday!" These were some of the comments running around. Next to you, you heard the rolling of wheels and saw a chair enter your eyesight. It was your best friend from work, or as she liked to call you, her work sister. "Hey Boo, wanna have dinner at my place? Tyler's cooking and the kids would love to see you." Even though it was a great offer and you wanted nothing more after a busy week, you already had plans. "Sorry babe, I would love to, but do you remember about me telling you of Rebeca's engagement? I have her bachelor's party tonight." Emily just smiled and grabbed your cheeks with her hands. "No problemo! You can come next week if you feel like it, no pressure. Now… have you picked out what to wear?", "Not really, can you help me with that?" your tone must have been pleading because Emily grabbed the paperwork from her desk and scooted over to you.

"I'm going to want to hear all about tonight!" Yelled Emily, waving at you from the other side of the parking lot. You held a thumb up and after blowing each other kisses, you got in your respective cars. Now that you had your outfit picked by the fashion expert that your best friend was, you just had to go home, get ready, and hope that the night wouldn't be half as bad as you expected.

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The loud music filled your ears, you had never been to this establishment but from what you could see it was well decorated and the music was good. Really good. That alone turned your mood into a better and less apprehensive one. Checking your phone you read the message one of your friends sent you, informing you of where they were inside. Quickly spotting the loudest group present you made your way toward them with a bright smile on your face. A chorus of your name was heard and the bachelorette ran to hug you. You didn't know your smile could get bigger. "I was almost thinking you wouldn't come. I know this is not your thing. Thank you so much for coming!"

After reassuring your friend that you were comfortable and you would never miss such an important moment of her life, and saying awkward greetings to people you didn't know that well or had never met, you went to mingle with your friends.

You were sipping your drink, friends casually talking, in better words, trying to be heard over the music, next to you, when Mateo started to hit your arm without letting his eyes tear from what he was watching. "Look and tell me that isn't the finest man you have ever seen?" Your eyes averted the crowd but you couldn't quite decipher what man Mateo was referring to. "Who? Where?" With your contacts on for more than 8 hours and the bar lights messing with your perception of the surroundings, it took a while to find a tall man drinking with some girls from the party. "He's handsome isn't he?" Asked you, Mateo. "He's more than that. He's beautiful, almost sublime!" He looked like a greek god, and not one of those from Baroque paintings. No, he looked like an authentic greek impersonation of a god. He was making the group around him laugh which made a little smile form on your face. He ran a hand through his hair and grinned at something he heard. You were sure that if you saw one more of those you would combust. Then for a brief moment, he looked your way, you just weren't positively sure it was directed at you.

Your tone had been dreamy and no more than a low whisper, you're not sure how Mateo caught on to what had been said. "Don't you sound like a romantic? Go make your way over there and talk to him." Panic grew in you and you turned to face your friend. "How could I?! I wouldn't fit in the group. It would be a joke if I joined them. Who even says that he would notice me?" Mateo gave you a look and you decided to cut him off before he told you anything. "Before you ask, no I'm not being insecure. What I mean is that he and I seem to live different kinds of lives, but I'm not gonna make any assumptions about him. Me not going there has two reasons. One, it's not my element that kind of party, second, I'm in a phase of my life where I want to be dating to marry or share a life, not dating casually." Before Mateo could stop you, the typical rambling of a hopeless romantic had started. "I want to find a warm love, you know? I want to slowly fall in love with the person. But not too slowly, just take the time to feel every emotion and be sure of the relationship. I want my lover to be my best friend. I want to discover new things with them, and share and celebrate our achievements together. Build a home and get to know everything about them." You stated matter of factly, not really knowing why you were pouring your heart out. "The thing is that I want old-fashioned love. The longing stares, brief touches, standing in the rain while declaring our love… All that cliches we hear about. I don't want somebody to text me because they found me cute or whatever, and start a relationship from there. No shame on who does that and is happy, it's just not something that I want." By now Mateo was looking at you with intriguing eyes. "Don't you ever feel that some people act differently through messages? I feel that I can't communicate quite as well that way. That I'm not being myself. I want the live human interaction." Lowering your head you finally end your love philosophy. "With all this what I'm trying to say is that I want a Jane Austen novel type of love. Even if I have never read the books." You lazily waved your hand. "How can you want that if you never read the books?!" He asked in an inquiring tone. "Has that been the only thing you acknowledge of my outburst?"You asked shocked. "Of course not, just don't know what to say other than that guy must have had some effect for you to be pouring your heart out."

Looking at the group again and not seeing the guy that looked like the man of your dreams, you signed. "Yeah maybe, which is weird, but there are a lot of things in life that I can't explain!" After a pause you said. "I'm good, you know? Single?" Mateo looked at you with a smile on the corner of his mouth. "I know. I also know that you wouldn't mind if that man came up here and talked to you like Edward Ferrars talks to Elinor Dashwood. But you wouldn't know who those are." He said the last part with a snarky smile. "You are right, my friend. And for your information, I watched the movies!" He barked a laugh and set his beer down. Grabbing you by the hand, Mateo started to lead you to the dance floor and yelled "Maybe if we dance like we are in Pride and Prejudice he will be your Mr. Darcy!"

Unbeknownst to you, Benny had come closer to try and strike up a conversation with you, ending up hearing everything you said. He made a promise to himself at that moment. He would read all of Jane Austen's books, watch all the movies, find out who the characters you mentioned were, and be that to you.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I promise a lot more of Benny in the second part of the story. I hope you enjoyed and leave a comment if you feel like doing so! Thank youuu!

#ben miller #benny miller #triple frontier #ben miller/reader #ben miller x reader #ben miller headcanons #benny miller x reader #triple frontier reader insert #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier headcanons #headcanons #ben miller imagine #benny miller imagine #benny miller headcanons #triple frontier imagine #my fic

[sparrowhero]

hey! could pls u share some karaoke night hcs for the LOV members? 👀

Oooh this is fun! The entire League of Villains (aside from Kurogiri) under the cut!

Magne (RIP) would love karaoke and probably suggest it during the times when the league was still getting to know each other. She gets the party started quick and energizing, as all big sisters do. The song is probably upbeat and pop, or maybe even something like an interactive dance song to get everyone in the mood. Cha-cha slide, anyone? It's her insistence that everyone sing AT LEAST once.

Our fearless leader Shigaraki is a hard nut to crack. He'll sing one or two MAYBE but he doesn't have an ear for music and he kind of croaks and mumbles on the mic but he does have fun (begrudgingly). He sings something short and simple and sits immediately back down after fulfilling his social agreement. Whatever song he chooses is something that requires very little interaction on his part. Okay by Madeon LMAO.

Spinner spends most of the night on the tambourine but he gets down when he's actually on the mic. As a fellow shut-in he just knows anime/video game songs and he'll sit down REALLY bashful once he's done even if Toga hypes him up about it. He never did this growing up so it's a special memory for him by the end of it.

Toga does a whole dance routine. She's a teenage girl, after all! I bet she'd probably love babymetal so I can see her do a whole dance from one of their songs (maybe gimme chocolate). Everyone has to cheer for her right now for real I'm not joking because she has such a good time and you need to hype her up right now. Along with Twice, she's more than happy to go up several times.

Everybody thinks Compress is going to sing some average top 40 but he takes off his mask, hat, and everything and then whips out a ballad that hits everyone right in the chest. He's not too into the showmanship aspect of karaoke but he really puts a lot of feeling into it. Twice cries a little bit at the end going YOU REALLY ARE A GOOD GUY! when he hands the mic to him

Twice goes whole ham but he's NOT a very good singer. Has a whole lot of fun though and is always down to go another round and his music taste is...diverse, to say the least. You literally never know what you're going to get. Is just as likely to double himself so he can duet if no one else wants to go/doesn't know the song

Dabi also refuses most of the time they're there, legs crossed defiantly until he finally relents. He says if he's going to do it, he's going to do it right, and nobody better interrupt him. Has one foot up on the table in the room and the microphone cord (if there is one) is wrapped around his arm and he's just serving 100%. It's a Nine Inch Nails song; I can leave the decision up to you but just a fair warning a lot of NIN songs are NSFW and have a lot of violent and sexual context so be warned if you want to look them up. NIN slaps tho. Drops the mic with a decisive 'thud' and doesn't sing for the rest of the night no matter who begs him.

#bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #league of villains headcanons #magne is done so dirty by horikoshi for real i'll never forgive him for making her a caricature and then killing her violently #on top of misgendering her i'll never forgive him

[crawlspacefics]

Tangled Web (chapter 7) - Throwback Thursday edition

A birthday party, a crush revealed, and a thing that happens when Saturn acts out. There's just something about her eyes...

Random note: I'm editing from the original .doc file, and I could tell the moment I switched word processors because the formatting halfway into the chapter changed. That made for some interesting editing this chapter.

“Haruka.”

Some of her grin fell away as she sat up on the bed and crossed her legs.  It was amazing how much could be conveyed in the tone of one word as it fell from Michiru’s lips.  Anger, passion, amusement, the occasional bit of jealousy, the change in moods often subtle, but always there in the way she said ‘Haruka.’

Rather deftly interpreting Michiru’s tone this time to mean ‘we need to talk about something that will potentially make you unhappy,’ Haruka’s arms crossed in preparation of the conversation.

Michiru set her brush down and moved over to sit at the foot of the bed.  Lips still tinged in a delicate shade, she smiled in a calming way before she began to speak.  But as she went on in a slow, even manner about what had happened between Hotaru and Kyo, Haruka’s frown deepened.

“Did he try anything?” asked Haruka unhappily.

“Nothing as far as I know,” answered Michiru.  “I suppose he realized there wasn’t much he could do, other than seek answers from a safe source.”

Haruka snorted.  “As long as he keeps it to himself.  Besides, he had it coming to him.  And I’m surprised you’re punishing her like that, after everything you said about him.”

“I’m only going to do enough to impress my point,” answered Michiru.  “After she finishes helping me pack, she can go play with the others.”

Her lips pursed, and Haruka studied Michiru’s features for a moment.  “There’s something more bothering you,” she said.  “You think I’m not taking it seriously enough?  Because I do know that part of our responsibility to Hotaru is to teach her responsibility, and maybe I am being too careless about this.  If you want me to talk to her, too…”

“That’s not it,” replied Michiru with a slight shake of her head.  “I believe her when she says it was an accident, and knowing she put Ami in the position she did, as well as the harm it could do to the others, will be enough to give her pause if a moment like this comes up again.  There was something else, though.”

Her voice trailed off for several seconds as she reflected on what had been said.  And what hadn’t.  Her voice softer and edged in uncertainty, she went on, “Hotaru kept something from me, Haruka, and it frightens me a bit, because whatever it was seemed to pain her greatly.  It’s also made me fear that in trying so hard to ease Hotaru’s burden, we may have overlooked the other member of our family.”

Scooting forward on the bed, Haruka moved so she could put her arms around Michiru.  Pulling her into a warm embrace, she whispered, “We do as much as Setsuna will allow us to do.  She’s always going to be guarded, Michiru.  But she’s just a little less guarded with us, so we can be there when she needs us to be.  You know we can’t force things with her.”

Michiru leaned into the embrace and nodded in acknowledgement.  Yet the hidden presence of so many secrets and half truths tickled at her mind.  How many were there, she wondered, both in this house and her own.

#makoami #reinako #setsuna meioh #sailor saturn #outers family #makoto kino #ami mizuno #minako aino #rei hino #hotaru tomoe #haruka tenoh #michiru kaiou #crawl's fics #throwback thursday fics #Tangled Web #the tip of the chaos starts here #I almost forgot it was Thursday #sailor moon fanfiction #wlw