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jellieland · 6 months

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It's just like them, thinks Martyn, miserably, To want to make these things stick.

He's always been an "act first, weasel your way out of any potential consequences later," kind of guy, so immediate, painful and permanent consequences to his recklessness strike him as unfair, unwarranted, and quite possibly a personal attack.

But, well. Here he still is anyway. What's he going to do about it?

His ankle burns where the baby zombie clawed at it. His legs ache from the dripstone, and the dripstone, and, yes, the dripstone again, and also walking off Mumbo's house and perhaps slightly misjudging his landing.

His ear keeps ringing and most of his right side stings from the creeper that decided, quite rudely, to sneak up on him and then blow up directly in his face about half a second before he could raise his shield. And the gravel later on, that he'd seen falling but still not managed to avoid, hadn't helped with any of that either.

He can feel blood dripping down his back in no less then five separate places, along with his arm, his shoulder, and the side of his head—that last one bled a lot and got onto his bandanna which was pretty annoying, actually—all from his many encounters with what he thinks were probably, at a conservative estimate, about a billion skeletons.

He doesn't quite glare up at the Secret Keeper. The healing they'd given him had been too much of a relief for that; his vision had stopped swimming, that head wound had stopped bleeding so much, and it was significantly less painful to walk. But the look he gives them is certainly glare-adjacent.

"You do know injuries aren't supposed to stick around like this, don't you?" he mutters, bitterly. "I know you like twisting stuff, but this is ridiculous. It's unnatural, is what it is!"

Someone snorts behind him.

He turns, and he sees Cleo. Neat, meticulous stitches are visible across their skin. Martyn hasn't met many people with scars before, but she's one of them.

The only new one is what looks, ironically enough, like a zombie bite on their arm, entirely healed over.

"It's really not that hard to deal with if you're just patient," she says.

"Ah," he says. "Well. That's my problem right there, then, isn't it?"

"It certainly looks like it," they say, amused. They're laughing at him again. He can't even be mad, since all in all, he totally deserves it.

"Yeah, alright," he says, a bit indignant just for the sake of what remains of his pride. "No need to rub it in! I hope you realize that if healing just worked normally, I'd be doing really well, actually."

"Hmm. Right, you do tend to throw yourself off of cliffs, and then try and work out how you'll save yourself on the way down, don't you?" She gives him a knowing look. "But look on the bright side—when you do die, you'll get to be perfectly healthy again for... I give it ten seconds. After that, you'll start making decisions."

"Hey, I'll have you know I went to the Nether for ages, and got out without a scratch on me that I didn't have when I arrived!" he retorts.

"Oh, so you can be careful, you just choose not to be?" They raise a judgemental eyebrow.

"Well... I mean." He half-shrugs, then winces. "I mean. Yeah. Yes. You know this about me."

There is a brief pause. She gives him an unreadable look, eyes catching on the blood seeping through his shirt. "...Yeah. I guess I do."

He glances over at the Secret Keeper again, bold and unmoving against the unnaturally darkened sky.

When he looks back, Cleo is still watching him. "You didn't even bandage those, did you?" they ask, with a touch of what most people would think was disdain. "Let alone stitch them up."

"I mean, no? It's not like it'll do anything, is it?" he asks, taken aback. "The good old 'Powers That Be' want us to bleed, and they want us to keep bleeding! Who am I to argue?"

She narrows her eyes as though she doesn't quite understand his point. "I'm not saying that would fix it. I don't think any of us are going to live long enough for that method of healing to work." They shrug. "Would make it hurt less, though."

Now it's his turn to narrow his eyes. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she says. "At least, so I've heard. For me, it's mostly about making sure I don't start physically falling apart, because it's really inconvenient when that does start happening."

He nods in acknowledgement. "Well, maybe I'll give it a go if I have the time." It all sounds a bit far-fetched to him. Much better to spend time working towards completing the next secret task he gets, or persuading people to give him the healing they have to spare, rather than losing hours on something that wouldn't actually help him in the long run.

(Maybe it's an echo, maybe it's just who he is, but Martyn's time is precious, and he is not giving it up for something so monotonous. Who would find that interesting?)

"Alright," they say. "If you're sure. But no one else is going to do it for you, you know."

He snorts. "Cleo," he says. "You're funny." She, of all people, should know he's already well aware of that.

"Right," they say, dryly. "Well, unless you want anything else I think I'm done here."

"Nah, not really." he says, then pauses. Frowns.

As unconvinced as he is, she really didn't have to say that to him. She deserves at least something in return.

"I will say," he says delicately, "if that advice really does help. You should probably keep it to yourself. You know. Death game, and all that."

All at once, their expression turns cold. "I think it's my business what I choose to give up, actually," she snaps.

Martyn's eyes briefly flick over to the Secret Keeper. "I mean..."

"No. I meant what I said." They cross their arms. "It's up to other people what they choose to do with it. But what I give them is up to me." She glances at the Secret Keeper, and then back to him. "No one's ever been able to tell me what I owe, or don't owe, to anyone." They smirk, and give him a piercing look. "You know this about me."

"...Yeah," he says. "I guess I do."

There is a short silence.

"Well!" He claps abruptly. "I won't keep you!"

"No, you won't," she says. "I'd best be off. This might come as a surprise, but I do actually have better things to do than hang out around Grian's creepy rock all day."

"Fair, fair." He chuckles, and raises a hand in farewell as they leave. "See you around."

Once she's out of sight, he goes back to staring at the Secret Keeper.

It's quiet.

"They're doing pretty well this time, huh?" he says. "If she keeps going like this, she probably won't get another happy ending, will she."

The air is very still, here. It's as though the place is trapped in night, even when he can see the sun in the sky.

The Secret Keeper does not answer him.

"I know you, though," he says. "You won't let it be all about being careful. That would be boring."

The thought nags at him that Cleo hasn't sounded as though they'd found any of this boring. Surely there had to be more to it than what she'd said? There had to be.

If there wasn't, then what was the point of all this pain?

He shifts, and his shoulder twinges, and he hisses quietly with frustration.

"Things already stuck," he says, unhappily. "They already stayed. I thought that was obvious."

The rock just stands there.

Judgemental. Impartial. It's impressive how it can manage to be both.

Martyn sighs heavily, and winces, and turns away. He looks towards his extremely small, entirely copied base, and a place where the sky is capable of letting in the light.

He pokes gingerly at his head wound. It's shallow, but painful.

"Maybe just this one," he mutters. "Could repurpose my bandanna. Although I guess I should probably wash it first. That would be smart." He wipes at his face. "If I don't then blood's going to start getting in my eyes. But not in a cool way, just in a way where I'll fall in a ravine by accident or something."

Nobody responds. That's ok. He hasn't exactly endeared himself to anyone, recently.

In a game that's even more about trust than usual, there's a part of him that doesn't mind being a lone wolf, as it were. At least for now. Harder to stab someone in the back if you don't let them get behind you, right?

He can make this work. He'll just have to adapt. He's good at that, usually! He just has to find the angle.

After all, he may not be patient, but he is persistent.

And he suspects being a liar will come in handy, for this one.

#secret life #secret life smp #martyn inthelittlewood #zombiecleo #my writing #i really like just how polar opposite their first episodes were #and how much it says about how they play these games.#and then there's the way that all damage sort of sticks #every heart you lose is a resource you will not get back. not really.

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flowercrowngods · 6 months

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felt like letting mike and steve work through some shit again

cw: descriptions and imagery of them being lost and self-sacrificing, left alone with trauma they have no means to work through, could read as suicidal tendencies or intrusive thoughts

🤍 also on ao3

“What do you want?” Mike asks when Steve sits down beside him, gravel crunching, their feet dangling over the dark and endless abyss that is the quarry at night.

Steve doesn’t answer right away, doesn’t really know what to say now that he’s here, now that he found him. He looks so small, now more than ever, and it reminds Steve so painfully that he’s still just a child. He was always just a child, and children shouldn’t—

It feels like they got their rights at a childhood revoked years ago, and then they were just… supposed to be okay with it. It was expected, it was implied when nobody came to talk to them after.

When all they got was one NDA after another. When none of the professionally trained adults took one look at the children that they were, and asked, Are you okay? What do you need to be okay? I will talk to you once a week and make sure you learn how to be okay again.

Steve feels like a big brother to most of the kids now, sure, but he’s not their shrink, and he sucks when it comes to actually talking about shit. He can be there to drive them anywhere, can provide an evening of distractions and as much of a sanctuary as a house as haunted as his can be.

With everything else, though, he’s helplessly lost. So he says nothing, weighs his words to make sure they come out right — especially for Mike, who’s always just waiting for him to say something wrong and throw it back in his face with the sunny disposition of a feral, rabid cat.

“Hey,” Mike says then, irritated again; but his voice is hoarse, too. Tired. No heat behind it after that stupid fight with Dustin and Lucas earlier tonight that made him snap and leave Steve’s house in a frenzy. “I said, What do you want?”

Steve shrugs, looking ahead into the darkness that feels endless and alluring and deeply terrifying.

I miss my friend! My best friend, Mike!

“Making sure you’re okay.”

You’ve changed, you know that? You’re not the guy who would jump off a cliff for me anymore, I don’t think I even know you anymore!

Dustin’s voice echoes in Steve’s mind as it undoubtedly does in Mike’s, too, and he can only imagine how much that hurts, especially if he’s shivering like that even though the night is warm for early September.

“I’m okay,” Mike says, sounding endlessly annoyed about the fact. Steve almost huffs out a humourless laugh. Yeah, right.

“Sure you are,” Steve says, keeping his tone carefully neutral.

He shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over Mike’s shoulders without a comment, half-expecting him to just throw it into the darkness below. But Mike doesn’t move, is eerily still beside him, pretending not to notice that Steve’s watching him.

“But you know it’s, like,” he starts again and trails off, looking for the right words because this is unfamiliar terrain and the ground beneath his feet is quite literally nonexistent. “It’s fine if you’re not, right? It’s actually really fucking normal to be more than a little fucked up after everything, all that crazy shit. Or just… in general.”

You were twelve, he wants to say. You were twelve and you jumped off from here. You were twelve and you were going to die. And not because of those monsters, not yet. Just because… you were twelve.

Mike doesn’t say anything, but the gravel crunches once more as he reaches for a handful of stones to throw them into the darkness one by one, the void beneath them so enormous that they don’t even hear the noise of impact.

You jumped.

The longer Mike remains silent, the more Steve wants to scream, wants to grab him by the shoulders and shake him, wants to make him see and understand that Steve knows about the scars a decision like that leaves, especially when you live to deal with the consequences.

He gets seizures to deal with the consequences. His ear is fucky, his eye is twitchy, his head is aching constantly, he gets migraines that knock him out for a day or two, all because he wanted to protect his friends. All because he did protect his friends. It worked. They’re safe.

But they’re also unaware of… of everything. Of the horrible stillness as clarity dawns and all signs point to the one way that always seems to work. The one easy way out, and still the hardest of them all when the plan goes wrong and he makes it out alive. When It’s gotta be me is the only thing to say, but later turns into an angry It never should have been me because the world looks different when it’s smeared with your blood.

And it’s always the lost boys who make decisions like that. Steve wonders, some nights in cold sweat, what happens if he makes these decisions without immediate danger. What happens if he just… decides to jump. Decides to run. To give the world more of his blood. Without saving anyone.

It’s not like he wants to — but he’s terrified that it’s just who he is. Who he’s turned into, terrified that his friends will forever expect him to.

And he’s even more terrified knowing that Mike jumped before he learned about monsters. Before he learned about fighting and surviving.

You were a kid, he wants to say again, but his throat is closing up on him.

“I don’t think that’s okay actually,” Mike says after a while, tearing Steve away from his fears. They’re still both looking ahead rather than at each other, but it’s fine. They’re still here. “Like, people say it is, but it feels so empty when they do, you know? Like, sure, yeah, I’m not fucking okay, but what the hell do we do about that now? Oh, right, I know! Let’s throw it in my face that I’m not good enough for you anymore now that there’s no monsters to kill anymore. Now that I’m just Mike, who’s not even enough to be that anymore, sure. Right. Yeah. Let’s pretend it’s all fine, Steve, let’s pretend it’s okay to hurt all the fucking time!”

Mike is shaking now, violent tremors running through his body, and Steve’s first instinct is to reach out and pull him close, to keep him from that edge and take him to his car; turn on the heating and talk there. But Mike seems to need the darkness, seems to need to be faced with endless depth to give voice to his thoughts.

“What Dustin said was messed up. He shouldn’t have said that.”

Mike shrugs, throwing more pebbles into the darkness, though his motions have lost their vigour. “He’s right, though.”

Steve sighs, though not unkindly. “No, he’s not. Hey, listen to me.” He waits until Mike turns to meet his eyes, and he leans forward. “It’s not okay. It’s not right what he said. You don’t deserve to have that shit thrown in your face just because Dustin is a tactless little douche bag.”

Taking a bullet for someone is not the baseline for friendship, he wants to say, and it occurs to him once again how fucked up their perception and idea of friendship must be, now that they’ve all bonded over the most horrific shit and actual grief they never learned how to work through.

It’s not even Dustin’s fault, not really. They’re all just collateral damage to something Bigger, and all they have is each other, leaving them in a vicious cycle that is so, so fucked up.

“Why’d you jump?” he asks eventually, quiet in case the darkness tries to listen in. “Back then, why did you jump?” And do you wish El had let you? Do you sometimes wish that? When your room is quiet and it’s only you living with all those silent, terrible decisions?

Mike shrugs again, but there’s not much fight left in him, Steve can see that, can feel it in the air between them.

“Will was gone,” he says like it explains everything— and it sort of does. Steve has seen the way these boys look at each other when the other’s not looking, he has seen the hurt and the anger and the gentleness stored there, the words unspoken and the fear that, despite interdimensional monsters, kinda goes unmatched.

Because they have each other. They only have each other. And if someone’s suddenly different than what they thought they knew, if someone’s suddenly different, then… Everything might just fall apart.

And Steve wants to grab him again; wants to pull him close and say, I’m the same. We have the same scars. We have the same!

Slowly, carefully, he does lean over now, weaving an arm around Mike’s shoulders and pulling him into his side.

“I get that.”

Mike swallows heavily and exhales shakily. “I don’t think you do.”

“No. I think I really, really do. But it’s okay, Mike. You won’t be alone with this, okay. I’m on your side, you little shit.”

A pause, a beat, a moment’s respite. Then, “Why?”

“Because,” his heart is racing, his mouth trembling around forming the words for the first time, but he knows it’s the right thing to do. Knows it’s important.

Knows it might just save a life.

“Because I fell harder for Eddie Munson than I ever thought possible, and once i found out what was happening, I kind of wanted to jump off a cliff, too. But I didn’t, because I had someone with the same fears as me, and instead of stupid shit we just… Cried together sometimes. Screamed into our pillows. Laughed with and at each other, calling ourselves hopeless, and— I don’t know. It’s really fucking scary, and that doesn’t go away just because you have someone to talk to. But it‘s… better. It’s so much better.”

He huffs, swallowing around the lump in his throat, smiling into the darkness.

“So I’ve got you, okay? Whatever it is, whatever makes you feel like it’s not fucking okay, I’ve got you. You come to me, yeah? Lucas does, Dustin does, even Max does. This is your official, standing invitation and whatever, okay, dickhead?”

Mike shoves at him lightly, still not parting from the rather awkward side-hug they’ve got going on, and Steve is glad for it.

“Okay, okay, geez,” the little shithead says, rolling his eyes which Steve can see even in the dark, and it feels like the edge has moved away from them, like they have solid ground beneath their feet again.

Steve doesn’t say anything more after that, just waiting for Mike to stir to lead him back to the car, load in his bike and take him wherever he feels like spending the night.

But Mike doesn’t move for another long while, and it makes Steve feel like something big has just happened between them. Like they finally have found the common ground that Steve’s been suspecting they had for months now, even years.

Eventually, as they make their way to the car and Mike goes to grab his bike, he speaks up again, but more subdued now.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Does… Does Eddie know?”

“About what?” My tendencies to take a leap off the edge?

“You. Being…”

“Oh!” A smile as he unlocks his car and opens the back door to squeeze Mike’s old bike in there with minimal smears of dirt. “I’d hope so, we’ve been dating for months.”

“You’re dating?! You? Eddie’s dating you?”

“Yeah, listen, do you want me to just leave you here or would you rather be thrown out in the middle of nowhere?”

Mike grumbles something unintelligible as he climbs into the front seat, waiting for Steve to start the engine before he speaks up again.

“It’s just, you’re so… How did you even do that?”

Steve laughs at that, disbelieving and all, because, “Trust me, I have no idea. Must have been the ol’ Harrington charm and all that.”

Mike rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in front of his chest, sinking lower in the seats to pout. “You’re so lame.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over how much I have a boyfriend and you don’t.”

If his heart skips a beat because it still feels like a forbidden truth saying the word out loud despite the playful banter, then he’s ignoring that in favour of revving the engine.

“Asshole.”

“Dickhead.”

“Grow up,” Mike says, but Steve can see the smile he’s not even trying to hide, and he mirrors it with his own as he turns on the radio catching the final tunes of Springsteen’s Dancing in the Dark.

They’re not okay, none of them. But the car is warm, the cliff’s edge is behind them, and they’re not listening to the same ten songs anymore.

They’re getting better, step by tiny step.

#stranger things fanfic #steve & mike #steve harrington #mike wheeler #steddie #<- mentioned but established #byler #<- implied & yearning #i am projecting HARD with this one #i’m so so convinced steve and mike are directly juxtaposed in their development with very similar trauma #this probably makes sense to no one but me but alas #let them be fucked up while life continues and let them be unable to handle it #i feel like it’s all over the place but if you’ve ever had a single vulnerable conversation then you’ll know this is how they can go #dio words

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unformula1 · 2 months

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in that kind of way (ft. AA23, LS2, OP81 & LN4)

valentines day series - valentines’ day countdown: D-DAY!!

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synopsis: you talk to a bunch of people about your single-ness.

You sit next to Logan in his driver's room. It’s been a few minutes since you self-invited yourself into his room and laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

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pairing: -

featured: alex albon (740 words), logan sargeant (531 words), oscar piastri (468 words) & lando norris (630 words)

word count: 2369 (wow that's long)

a/n: no relationships in here just buncha amazing friends!! also ft. my 4 fav drivers vroom vroom. if yall want a part 2 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

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“Hi!” He says with a smile, even though you know it’s 8pm and he is on the verge of just falling on the ground and sleeping.

“Alex!” You cheer and invite him in, letting him sit on the couch.

He takes a seat and leans back, but keeping his posture well like a gentleman would. He’s such a gentleman. You sit down next to him throwing your feet onto the couch and crossing your legs, turning to face Alex while hugging a pillow.

“You know what day is coming up?” You ask him.

Alex thinks for a while, “Don’t… know.”

“Valentines Day.” You say.

“Oh! Yea.” He replies, “What about it? You got someone this year?”

“Haha.” You deadpan, “That’s the problem.”

“You… don’t have someone?” Alex connects the dots.

“Mhm, and I know you don’t relate but being this single is painfully tiring.” You tell him, letting out a loud groan as you say it.

“It is?” Alex asks.

“Yes. Very much so.” You tell him, putting on a sarcastic smile.

“Well I don’t think there’s much I can do to help-��

You interject, “I’m just gonna vent, so-” You do some weird motions with your hands, “If you wanna leave do it now.”

He purses his lips and nods, “Go ahead.”

“This is why I chose you!” You let out a thankful sounding sigh.

You take a deep breath, “Seeing couples out on the street being such adorable lovebirds and having the most perfect romance is going to send me jumping off a cliff one day; I am resisting the strong urge to throw rocks at them when I see them.”

“Wait- You’ve thought about throwing rocks at couples?” Alex asks, his face looking slightly shocked.

You nod in response.

“Couples like me and Lily?”

“Oh- No…no…” You shake your head and hold up your hands, “Not you two, you two are the exception.”

Alex chuckles and nods his head, “Okay.”

“Anyways! It’s starting to get to my head because what if I stay single for life and I’m stuck being this sad and lonely person who just takes care of cats all the time!”

“Sounds like a pretty good life.” Alex comments, shrugging as he does so.

“Okay- it kinda does but my point is I don’t want to be single for life!”

“You’re not going to be single for life.” Alex assures, patting your shoulder.

“How would you know?” You shove a finger into his chest.

He grabs ahold of your hand, patting it and reassuring you, “Because you’re an amazing person and there is 100% someone out there for you, you just haven’t found them yet.”

“Mhm and what if there isn’t anyone for me and I’m just destined to be single?” You question, throwing yourself into the backrest of the couch, hugging a pillow a bit too tightly.

“Highly doubt that.” Alex says.

You shove your head into a pillow and scream before looking back up.

“There’s definitely one person out there for you.” Alex says, patting your shoulder.

You pout, “Definitely?”

“Mhm.”

“Doubt that!” You say kicking your feet out.

“I think you deserve someone so perfect and someone that is absolutely gorgeous. Trust me. You deserve the world from your perfect love. Just wait.”

A slight smile forms on your face.

“Thanks Alex.”

He pats your shoulder and pulls you in for a tight hug. You hug him back.

“This usually ends up with me in tears but I guess not this time.” You say while hugging him.

“Oh really? Who have you been consulting?” He asks you.

“Logan.”

“I would think Logan would be pretty good at this?” Alex asks

“Yes. He is, the tears are happy.”

“So you’re calling me… bad at listening.”

“No! Stop twisting my words, you’re good in your own way!”

He lets out a gasp and you playfully punch his shoulder.

Maybe you were destined to be single, you would never know. You probably might take a while to find someone but at least you had people to make it less tortuous.

You think Alex is pretty cute.

Not in an 'i love you' kind of way.

But in the way which would let you could cling onto him forever

In a way which would make you feel like you could sit by him forever and nothing would change about your friendship with him.

Like a stuffed animal kind of way.

In that kind of way.

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You sit next to Logan in his driver's room. It’s been a few minutes since you self-invited yourself into his room and laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling. You laid out on the floor, like a starfish and stared into the white ceiling. Logan sat on the cushioned bench with his hands on his lap. He tapped his foot while you laid there, motionless.

“Are you alive?” Logan asked.

You replied with a noise you didn’t know you were capable of making.

“I’m so lonely, UGH.” You kicked up your feet and punched the ground.

“Don’t do that. You might hurt yourself.” Logan says, shifting himself to sit on the floor next to you.

You lazily roll over to get closer to where Logan was sitting.

A smile forms on your face as you chuckle, “You’re too nice.”

He smiles too, and his smile is like a cat, “Thanks.”

You cover your face with your hands and let out a loud groan before rubbing the temples of your forehead.

“This is too much for me to handle. I’m running on hopes and prayers.” You complain again, slamming your fist into the floor and kicking your feet up and down like a child.

“I’m serious, stop doing that or I’ll tie your hands to your body.” Logan says, sounding dead serious.

You let out a laugh, “Too nice, as usual.”

“What would you suggest I do?... For this Valentine’s Day?” You ask him, turning your head finally to look at him.

“What would you usually do?”

“Throw rocks at couples or cry in bed.” You deadpan.

Logan covers his mouth to hold back a laugh.

“Rude-” You feign offence as you sit up.

“Sorry. That’s just pretty funny.”

“My suffering is funny.” You nonchalantly reply.

“No! 100% not!” Logan quickly responded.

“Okay! Then what should I do?”

“Go out with friends?” Logan suggests.

“Friends?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yea, sometimes friends mean a lot too. They can be super helpful when it comes to managing your feelings, you know?” Logan does those weird hand motions with his hand as he speaks.

“Mhm.”

“Like for me, personally, I would rather have an amazing and sweet little friendship than a million romantic loves.” He shrugs.

You make an unintelligible noise; it sounds like a laugh but you would never laugh at Logan…ever.

“Seriously!” Logan says, a chuckle escaping, “Sometimes friends can be so great!”

“Friends like you.” You say, cheekily smiling.

“Awww, you’re too sweet.” Logan says, touching his heart.

“You’re really sweet. Like a little cat.” You smile and point to him.

“I would say Oscar’s more of a cat, but that’s cool.” Logan replies.

“Fair.”

Logan had a pretty great point, your friends meant a lot to you and they were one hell of a group of people to be around, you wouldn’t trade them for the world, like ever.

Logan made your heart warm.

Not in the way which would make you fall in love with him.

In a way which would let you feel at home with him, wherever, whenever.

In a way which you knew he would always be there for you.

In that kind of way.

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You see Oscar sitting down on a chair, scrolling through his phone and tapping his feet, humming a simple melody. He looks like he’s in a peaceful state, which means you have to disrupt it, of course.

“I don’t understand how you do it.” You say, sliding into the chair opposite him.

“Do what?” Oscar raises an eyebrow, placing down his phone and looking at you.

“Get laid.” You were pretty straightforward.

“Woah.” Oscar said, raising his hands up, “Slow down there.”

“I’m being genuine. How does it even work?” Your hands support your chin as you lean closer to Oscar.

“Be nice?” Oscar says, “Don’t be a dick.”

“So… not my thing then?”

“Well you’ll find someone that suits you.” Oscar shrugs.

“You sure???” You lean closer into Oscar, who doesn’t bother shifting away from you.

“Yes. Very sure.” He says, unfazed by your unpredictable next action as you scan his face, looking him up and down.

You fall back into your chair, “Right.”

“And if it all fails, you still have your friends.” He adds.

“Friends.” You chuckle.

“Excuse me?” Oscar says, faking an offended look.

“What friends?” You laugh harder at your own joke.

“Excuse me? What am I? A roach??” Oscar says, doing a fake eye roll while he’s at it.

“You’re more like a dad!” You compliment, or at least you think you compliment.

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?” Oscar asks you.

“Yes. Did it sound rude?”

“Kinda.”

“Well rest assured, it’s a compliment. I’m calling you wise.”

“And old.”

“Pick your poison.” You scoff, leaning back, almost falling off.

Your chair tilting back a bit too much causes your life to flash before your eyes as you let out a shriek, pulling the chair back. This sends Oscar into laughs and giggles.

“What a douchebag. Laughing at me almost dying.” You give him a dissatisfied look.

“You’re like Lando. A small child.” Oscar remarks.

“I agree with both of your points.”

Before Oscar can say anything his phone rings and it’s Lily. He looks at the contact name then back up at you.

“You should pick that up, I’ll b on my way!” You point to his phone, which is still ringing and vibrating.

“I’ll see you around.” He says, picking up the phone.

You swiftly get up, wave goodbye to Oscar and run off.

Oscar’s pretty sweet. You like that. He’s someone you can always talk to and you love that.

He’s not sweet like a way which would make you want to be his Valentine’s.

But in the kind of way which you would probably be fine with him seeing you cry.

In the kind of way you wouldn’t hesitate calling him at 3am if he needed you, or if you needed him

In that kind of way.

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“LANDO!” You shout from the level above him.

He spins his head in different directions before finding you and giving you a big wave. He then gestures for you to come down and join him.

“COMING!” You shout before sprinting for the stairs.

You run down the stairs and toward Lando. You pick up speed as you close in on Lando.

“Wait no I’m not read-” Lando tries to warn you but it’s too late.

You lunge yourself at him and crash into him, he fails to catch you and falls backward. You land on top of Lando, both of you laughing.

“Jeez. One way to say hi.” Lando smirks.

You get off Lando and help him up. He gets back on his two feet and does a weird back cracking thing.

“Old.” You say which gets you a gasp and a shocked look from Lando.

“Well now we’re not friends anymore.” He says and does a sassy little hair flip.

“So be it!” You say back.

“Kiss me already.” He says, raising his eyebrow and scoffs.

“At least take me out to dinner first.” You reply, leaning on one leg and returning him the raised eyebrow.

“Can’t do that if you don’t confess first.” Lando says back.

“Touche.” You pout your lips and pat his shoulder.

“So, what brings you around?” Lando says, smouldering slightly before posing as if there’s a camera somewhere, “A perfect man like me?”

“Out of all the people I’ve approached, you’re the furthest from perfect.”

“Lies. Slander.” He shakes his head and punches your shoulder.

“Are you sad you don’t have a valentine this year?” You ask him.

“I have the car.”

“Doesn’t count.”

“Does count.”

“Does not.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“I disagree.”

“Well I disagree with your disagreement.”

Lando lets out a hmph before crossing his arms and looking away from you.

“If you’re lonely you can just say so… I am too.” You tell him, giving him a little bit of sass.

“I have plenty of choices.”

“Like?”

“Don’t question me.”

You chuckle and pull Lando in for a hug. You don’t know why, it just came over you in the moment and it felt necessary. Lando mattered a lot to you.

“Okay. So if you’re lonely, I have evidence now.” Lando insults but he still hugs you back, and even tighter than your hug.

You almost struggle to breathe at one point before he releases your hug.

You dramatically pant and take deep breaths, to which Lando gives you a glare.

“Even if your love language is physical touch, that was both too physical and too touchy.” You say in between over dramatised breaths.

“Can’t help it. You’re too huggable.” Lando shrugs and looks at with innocent eyes, like a child.

“Right… Go unleash your hugging energy on Oscar or something.”

“You dislike my hugs?” Lando’s jaw drops.

“No- Did not say that.” You cross your arms.

“YES YOU DID!�� Lando says, giving you that look as if he’s about to break out in tears.

“DID NOT.” You argue back.

“Prove it!” He says, crossing his arms and pouting at you.

“Or what?” You taunt.

“I’ll cry.” Lando says, looking at you like a child who just got told ‘no’ to ice cream.

“No you won’t.”

“Yes I will.”

“Won’t.”

He looks at you with those large doe eyes.

He’s not actually going to cry right?

Right?

“Asshole.” You say before hugging him.

He smiles and lets out a little cheer before hugging you back and squeezing you tighter.

You love Lando.

Not in a romantic way.

In a way where you would probably jump in front of a bullet for him.

In a way where you wouldn’t be afraid to hug him in public

In that kind of way.

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yandere-sins · 1 month

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i do love to see your view on shadowheart as a stalker. like i think she would really be trying her best to look normal meanwhile her brain is down BAD

I totally agree! She's just so well-adjusted to the role already without trying. Her name screams stalker yandere already, and I think the worst thing is her pining for her darling so massively that she doesn't realize how much it's changing her until it's already too late!

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You get along with everyone, and it comes to a head at the tiefling/goblin party. You saved Shadowheart before, have shown her nothing but kindness and understanding even when she opened up about herself, and after traveling for days you have grown more comfortable around each other. So when you come to her—naturally, she's the first step on your journey around camp—Shadowheart invites you for a drink in private.

She's not sure what got into her (probably the wine), but you look so dashing, cleaned up, and grinning from the merry atmosphere. Hard times bring people together, but what she wants is a closeness that gives her goosebumps to think about. She really shouldn't. Every fiber of her being is trained not to want someone to get too close, yet she wants you. Wants you to know more than you should. Be vulnerable around you, even though she knows she probably can't.

Her inner conflict doesn't stop it from hurting like shit when you hesitate, smiling sheepishly before saying you'd rather hang out with everyone, but maybe later you can come over for a cup, or she could join the group. Shadowheart isn't sure she ever felt something as painful as your rejection. Whatever she wants from you, you don't want it.

Not yet, at least.

It's foolish and against everything she stands for. She wants to be tough and dutiful, deadly and unbothered by feelings of the heart. But she can't, not even in the days after the party. Because you are just so stunning, even bloody and sullied, still smiling like the sun even when you almost tumble off a cliff, thanking her profusely for saving you. Shadowheart wasn't trying to be helpful. She just happened to be there and grab you. Nothing more.

Certainly, she's not spending her days watching you. Always being together and traveling makes it hard to be a secretive stalker, and everyone in camp notices her constant and longing stares at your back—except you. Shadowheart picks up things too heavy for you to carry (before throwing them into Karlach's pouch) or is the first to volunteer to spend time with you gathering materials or combing through the loot. She's also the defacto map enthusiast ever since she met you, helping you read the map. Anyone else in the group could keep you guys on track, but she squeezes in between you and whoever is trying to get close to you. She's better at it than the others anyway. You should rely only on her.

Shadowheart is still telling herself it's all for the sake of getting rid of the tadpole.

She keeps you company in the evening, helps you repair equipment, and reads the books you two found, searching for hints on how to get rid of the brain worms. It's hard for Shadowheart to concentrate most nights, however, your expressions so amusing and delightful as you pick through languages you can barely read, misinterpreting them and getting offended. You even make her laugh with you, and you two bond over her translating the texts correctly for you.

Sometimes, your hands touch, or your knees bump into each other. Her heart makes a leap so far that she's afraid it might land in your lap. But you draw away before anything more can happen, and she feels emptier than ever as the awkwardness lays over you two.

She's not sure how to get closer to you. Shadowheart thought it would be enough to travel with you and spend some nights next to each other by the fire. But she's beginning to lose sleep over the thoughts of you—your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes shine—playing on repeat in her head. The feeling of warmth from your body from where you two touched and the way you clung to her when she saved you from a miscalculated jump are burned into her very soul.

Having to resort to unsavory things like stealing your shirts to sleep with and forcing interactions by giving you tasks to fulfill for her, knowing you won't say no, are all Shadowheart can do to keep you close to her and herself sane. She'd prefer a more natural relationship, but you are always hesitant to take it further for some reason. Even though she gives you the signs, you seem undecided. As if you had a choice.

It makes her even more wary about the others traveling with you two.

Yet, if all she can be is your shadow, so be it. She doesn't mind trailing after you, always in reach but never close enough. It makes her bare her teeth towards anyone approaching you, the hairs on the back of her neck standing when someone dares to touch you, many, like Astarion, doing it just to taunt her. She's like the wolves she hates the most; hungry and territorial. Maybe she'll snap one day, and who knows what she'll do to you then.

But as long as you haven't rejected her completely, she'll be okay.

She'll be okay, she tells herself, even as she pins you to the ground, feeling completely mad with desire. But even with that tinge of fear and hurt in your eyes, you are still the most radiant and beautiful thing she's ever seen. You're her sun, and she can hardly stop herself from wanting to devour you so you may push away the dark shadows of obsession her heart harbors.

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raineandsky · 24 days

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#105

The villain isn’t one to intervene when someone else gets themself into deep shit. It’s their own damn fault, usually, and the villain tends to find at least some entertainment in people fucking around and finding out.

Heroes aren’t usually the ones fucking around, though, let alone finding out, so it peaks the villain’s interest when they come across a hero doing just that. And their favourite hero too, god, what a treat. Heroes are as stupid as they look, clearly.

The hero’s been cornered in an alleyway by someone a lot larger than them; that alone is a feat. The hero, all smiles and unearned confidence and bolshy dramatics, has somehow managed to piss off the only person in the city that has more on them in the ‘intimidating size’ department.

The villain scoots closer for a better view as the other person’s hand drifts lightly up the hero’s neck, words spoken between them that’re lost to the wind before the villain can hear them. The hero stares up at them, wide-eyed, their lips parted slightly.

Damn, the villain would be shoving popcorn in their mouth right now if they had any.

The person’s hand tightens on the hero’s throat—the villain can see the shadowy dents in their skin, even from here—leaning their face in close to the hero’s to whisper something to them. The hero’s hands grasp at the person’s wrist, though not particularly tightly, their eyes closing against what is clearly a murder attempt.

Wow. Heroes don’t get into shit often because they don’t know how to act when they do, obviously. The villain, a master at getting into shit and subsequently dragging themself out of it, decides to intervene. As fun as this little show is, the only person allowed to lay a finger on the hero is the villain.

They flick their blade out with a satisfying click, taking a few steps forward to put themself in the limelight of the moment. “Okay,” they say flatly, earning a pair of interesting, startled noises from the two in front of them, “break it up.”

The hero meets their eye with the same wide-eyed surprise as before. “[Villain], what— where’d you—”

The villain ignores them. “Step away,” they say sharply, their blade pointed to the person leaning over the hero. They do as they’re told, looking just as startled as the hero, their back bumping against the opposite wall in their haste to move. “Good.”

“[Villain],” the hero repeats, finally earning half the villain’s interest, “what’re you doing?”

“Saving your ass, since you clearly can’t do it yourself,” the villain snaps. Their gaze still rests on the other person, nervously averting their eyes from the villain’s. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

There’s a long moment of silence. Long enough for the villain to wonder if they actually said that outloud. “I’m okay,” the hero says eventually, their voice quiet. “You can, um, go. They’re my, uh– they’re my partner.”

The villain glances back to the hero, their gaze also turned away, their cheeks a hot pink, and the villain finally realises, oh fuck, they’re not nervous, they’re awkward.

The villain’s dagger lowers slightly in horror. They glance at the other person, their eyes still pointed to the ground, their face also burning. The villain would apologise if this weirdo hadn’t been so intent on making this look like a goddamn crime.

“Tip for next time,” the villain says flatly, though they can feel their own embarrassment hot in their stomach, “keep this, y’know, behind closed doors. And if that’s still too hard, at least do it somewhere I’m not going to find you and think I’m stumbling in on a murder.”

“Noted.” The hero’s voice is so small. This discomfort would be an incredible victory for the villain any other day, but unfortunately the villain wants to throw themself off a cliff as well. Painfully so. They’re not sure why they’re stalling; they want to get the hell out of here.

“Great. Okay. Yeah.” The villain takes a step back, their dagger hastily shoved back into their belt. “Okay, well… bye.”

The hero gives them a short nod and their partner waves at them. The villain would think they’re taking the piss if they didn’t look like they immediately regretted it after.

The villain escapes that alley like they’re outrunning the law. They make a mental note as they go, one they know they won’t forget—keep to your damn business.

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #hero x villain #yall i had a haircut today and i went in like ohhhh i like it im just gonna get the usual haha #and my hairdresser shoved a picture of anne hathaway in my face like NO you are having THIS lmao #(anne hathaway cause i am closeted so everything has to be WomanTM)#and honestly???? im glad she bullied me into this it slaps i feel like GUY i feel BOYISH i feel VAGUELY MASC #the future is now

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ellieluvr420 · 3 months

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We meet again, darling pt.17 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader x detective Ellie Williams)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

SMUT MDNI this is kinda a little bit freaky deaky but are u shocked?

Abby and Ellie get to your home at half 6ish to find you snuggled on the sofa surrounded by documents while you tap away at your laptop, occasionally using your phone as a second screen, you were so focused on what you were looking at you didn't register their presence until they were shuffling your papers out of the way to sit on either side of you.

"Hey love." Abby whispers into your left ear as she kisses your cheek.

"Missed you." Ellie purrs as you feel her hand wrap around your thigh and squeeze while her thumb massages circles into the skin there. You smile and kiss both their cheeks before standing and gathering all your papers up to return to when you have another moment alone.

"Thank you for speaking to Ricky today. You are both so good for me. How was today hm? Enjoyed your first day back at work El?"

"Yeah it was weird though I felt like I was a spy." You laugh at her and Abby side eyes her and then rolls her eyes before getting up and walking to the stairs.

"I'm going to go jump in the shower." Abby calls over her shoulder.

"What stick is up her ass?" You question Ellie with a playful tone and she laughs as she pulls you down to straddle her on the couch. You wrap your arms around her neck as she squeezes your waist and rests her head on your chest.

"I think she's getting antsy because of the investigation, the captain has been really on her about everything so she's seeing in exact detail how close they're getting to you... and us I guess and she's also trying to steer them away from you as much as possible which is hard to do without raising suspicion... She's stressed basically." You scratch at the back of her head as she sighs and nestles into your chest.

"Hm well can you make sure she doesn't overwork herself trying to cover our tracks? I have everything under control."

"I know you do." Ellie trusted you, trusted that you always had a plan that you were ready to execute, she didn't feel stressed about her future because she knew that she would be okay as long as she could be by your side she felt complete. When you heard Abby walking down the stairs 20 minutes later with wet hair and a black tank with plaid pyjama bottoms you whispered to Ellie to go shower so you could speak to Abby.

"Hey my tooth brush is the blue one right?" Ellie says as she walks past Abby.

"No you know mine is the blue one." She snaps sounding ready to pounce at Ellie.

"Oh shit." She pauses for a second and then starts laughing as she walks away.

"You're a dick." Ellie just laughs more as you pat the spot next to you on the couch. Abby sits immediately pulling your legs over her lap and massaging at them while staring at you with tired eyes.

"What's got you down sunshine?" She huffs and shakes her head. "I'm asking because I already know and I want you to talk to me about it, what's up?" Your voice is still soft but there is a hint of a stern tone to it this time.

"You're acting like nothing is happening but they are so close to finding you, all I keep seeing are visions of you arrested and left to rot for the rest of your life, or killed because god knows you won't go down without a fight and all I keep thinking is that I would rather throw myself off the cliff with you than watch you fall alone but you have an advantage, you have time to make your escape before everything catches up to you and you're wasting it." She sounds desperate, like she's pleading with you to just see her side, she looks exhausted and anxious and the guilt does eat at you slightly as your eyes take in her appearance.

"I have everything under control Abby. I haven't told you everything because we've all been busy and I wanted a chance to sit down and explain to you both what's going to happen next."

"Is that the agenda for dinner tonight?" She's smiling now and you're relieved at the sight.

"Part of it, yes. Just relax, we are going to be just fine, I promise." She nods and squeezes at your leg but her face is still scrunched up in thought.

"Did you want Ellie because you got bored of me?" You scoff and your eyes go wide at her vulnerable display of insecurity as she turns to face you.

"If I was bored of you Abby I wouldn't have kept you around. You've been my reason to get up and do the bad things I love to do and look really good doing it for a long time now. If you need me to say it, I'll say it, you have me hooked. I wanted Ellie because I knew you wanted her too." You raise an eyebrow at her accusingly as she giggles at what you said.

"Okay, fair enough. Thank you. You can actually be kind of cute when you want to be." She smirks at you and you kick her gently. "What were you working on when we came in? You were transfixed."

"Oh nothing just straightening up my affairs, draining everything from my brother’s accounts, offshores and all and transferring all of his assets to my name also, you know, typical things."

"Yeah super typical, will he notice?"

"Yeah for sure but not until tomorrow which will bring him straight here."

"You need us gone before he comes over?"

"No I actually thought you could stick around to watch the show."

"You're sick." You laugh and get up as you hear Ellie walking down the stairs. "Come on it's time to make dinner." You hold your hand out to her and she takes it as she stands, she wraps her arms around you as you walk towards the kitchen and tickles your neck with kisses. Ellie walks in moments after you both in a t-shirt and joggers as she towel-dried her hair, her shirt lifting up to reveal the v-lines on her hips. You and Abby both pause to look at her and exchange a hungry look.

"How are you fucking this up so bad? It's a grilled cheese." You bark at Ellie as she cradles her burnt fingertips.

"I am hurt and you are yelling at me right now." Ellie snaps while going to the sink to run cold water over her fingertips while wincing, she looked like a puppy that had been scolded and you and Abby exchanged a look as you both stifled a laugh.

"What do you typically eat Ellie?" Abby asks while holding back a smirk as she stirs the soup heating on the stove.

"I don't know, takeout and stuff." Abby stops dead in her tracks and turns to actually face Ellie.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah?" Ellie looks completely dumbfounded as she answers Abby with a question herself.

"You only eat takeout." Abby says it as a statement but the look on her face juxtaposes the monotony of her voice.

"I think that's what she's saying babe." You add in giggling to yourself, you had all already drank a lot so you just found their interactions so funny to watch. Abby side eyes you and it only makes you laugh more.

"How are you a functioning adult?" Abby asks as if its a genuine question and Ellie doesn't bat an eyelid as she still runs her fingers under the water.

"I'm not." Abby laughs but you notice the sincerity in her voice, you saw it when you spoke to her the first time, that's why you knew she'd be easy to break. You walk over to her and take her hand gently as you inspect her fingers.

"I think you're going to live darling."

"Thanks doctor." You walk back over to the stove and look at the grilled cheese that Ellie had done a number on and eye her as you flip it into the bin. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay you can't be blamed , you've had no teacher." You say it casually and don't look at her to see the blush forming on her face. Abby looks puzzled but you all stay quiet.

"Look your ones are done so grab some soup and go sit down, I will do my one and join you in a second." They shrug and do as you say, they're both hungry so there's no hesitation. They both walk to your dining room that you had set up, they had only eaten in there a couple of times so they still always found themselves surveying the room, it had warm lighting coming from the chandeliers and matching lights fixed onto the wall, there were large doors that led out onto one of the balconies lining the long wall, the doors and windows all glass with black borders. There were small, green palm trees that Ellie always got distracted by thinking about how they survived in your apartment when they're palm trees. The floor was cream marble with a thick black border and an additional thinner border inside the thicker one. The walls were sage green with trimmings decorating the walls and framing the large paintings that lines them. The table was a dark, cool-toned brown wood that sat 4 large cream chairs each side and one on either end. There were flowers on the table and the smell was fresh and summery.

"God these chairs are so comfortable." Ellie wiggles around in it a little bit and then slouches while sighing happily.

"Yeah she's got mad at me before because I fell asleep in this chair while she was talking to me after wolfing down my dinner that she had made." Abby chuckles at the memory.

"You fell asleep at the table?"

"Yeah I hadn't got much sleep the night before." Abby smirked and laughed as Ellie's face went completely deadpan.

"You're so hilarious."

"I know right."

"I know right." Ellie mimics Abby in a childish mumble and Abby scoffs at her. They both start laughing until their faces hurt and you walk in with an eyebrow raised at them.

"How's the food?"

"So fucking good." Ellie says as she's picking up the grilled cheese once again and you smile at her enthusiasm.

"Yeah this is the best grilled cheese and tomato soup I've ever had. You're actually a chef." You roll your eyes at Abby’s snarkiness and she grabs your hand and kisses it. "It's really good, thank you." She purrs and you just sit contently eating and drinking until you put your spoon down and wipe your mouth with your black napkin.

"So I think we should talk about what is to come in the next few days because I have kept you in the dark to make sure you do your jobs properly and allow me to deal with everything effectively. Tomorrow, I am going to wait for my traitorous brother to come storming up here so I can decimate him and then I am going to speak with the boss of the Met while you two pack everything you want to bring with you because once I have everything we are leaving the country to give live far away in paradise, I’m going to call you both when you need to get in the car, get in the car as quick as you can, I’ve given Jeremy instructions on what to do so just listen to him okay, we’ll meet at the plane and be on our way."

"We're leaving the country?" You nod at Ellie.

"This is the safest thing to do. I'm going to miss the city but I'm ready for a change. You're going to love where we're going. It's a surprise though." You direct your attention to Abby who looks perplexed.

"What do we do about our jobs and our parents and stuff?"

"Oh yeah, about that. You need to start completely fresh which means you need to completely cut tethers with your lives now. So I'm going to fake your deaths." You don't even look at them as you say it, you just state it as a fact.

"What?" Abby looks entirely frozen while Ellie sipped on her drink watching Abby amused at her reaction, Ellie was fine with the idea, she didn't really have anything keeping her here and nothing could compare to being with you so there was no doubt in her mind but Abby had parents that lived in the suburbs not too far away and friends, there were things she would be leaving behind. She thought of all that she would leave behind and an ache grew in her body but then she realised she had withdrawn from her life significantly since meeting you, since before meeting you even and she looked at you sitting there drinking and laughing with Ellie over something and everything from her life before you faded away. "You're fucking crazy you know that?" She looks at you lovingly and you feel your cheeks burn as you return the look.

"Yeah I've been told that once or twice. Don't worry I have practise at this, neither of you have to lift a finger unless its for packing."

"Our hero!" Ellie remarks sarcastically and you kick her under the table. "Ow!"

"That was a very bad thank you." You say sternly as Abby chuckles at the both of you. You finish off the food and drinks and all take your dishes to the sink. Abby goes to rinse them and put them in the dishwasher but you pull her away assuring her you'll do it tomorrow as you lead them upstairs.

"Kiss." They were sitting on the bed looking at you with flushed cheeks and needy eyes. At your simple command they both hesitantly turned towards each other, they were slow at first as they leant in but as their hands both grabbed the other's face the energy changed and their touches became ravenous and hurried. The wet sounds of them kissing goes straight to your centre as you watch in awe. Abby shifts and starts pushing Ellie down to get on top of her but seems completely taken aback when Ellie pushes back harder and climbs on top of her, Ellie slots her thigh between Abby's and grinds down onto her heat, you hear the faintest choked moan leave Abby's lips although its muffled by Ellie's mouth and you quirk an eyebrow at the scene playing out in front of you.

You snake a hand down to your core and palm yourself through your silk pyjama shorts and groan as your fingers brush over your throbbing clit. Your hand situates itself under your shorts to rub tight, quick circles over your clit as you watch the women on the bed grinding down onto each other through their clothes as they get messier and sloppier. Ellie is attacking Abby's neck with kisses as Abby palms her through her thin t-shirt, you're so entranced by their show and the sensation of your fingers rubbing against yourself that you don't notice they've both stopped to look at you standing in the corner.

"Having fun over there?" Abby raises her eyebrows at you as you smile back.

"Oh come on she just needs some attention." Ellie asserts as she gazes at you over her shoulder. "C'mere babe."

You alluringly saunter over to them as they watch with matching panting breaths that causes their mouths to hang open a little, they're so fixed on your movements that as your press a thumb into each of their mouths they simply take your thumb into it and suck.

"Oh god you are both breathtaking." You purr as you pull your thumb from Ellie's lips, she pouts for a second and you smile before pulling her into an almost painful kiss, your teeth clashed together as your tongues swirled around each others mouth, you bit her bottom lip and pull back dragging her lip out with you. Her eyes shoot open in surprise and you let go with a chuckle as her lip goes back to its place.

"Hey." Abby almost whispers as you feel her hand on your cheek mirroring yours that had migrated from her mouth as you kissed Ellie, you turn to her and you kissed her differently to Ellie, steadily, gently as you straddle her hips. You press your hips into hers and grind down so slow and hard your breath catches in your throat at the friction lighting sparks in your centre, it made you feel like a teenager again dry-humping and making out but its different now as you're being watched by a hypnotised Ellie, her breaths are low and heavy as she watches you and Abby, and she jumps as if she's been caught when you turn around and reach for her.

She crawls over and lays down next to Abby so they're both underneath you, you kiss both their noses and take it in turns to kiss down their necks until Ellie grabs you by your shoulders to shift out from underneath you, you watch confused until she she comes to the side of the bed and yanks you off of Abby, she's completely silent with a face that shows no hints as to what she's planning, you and Abby are both stunned at Ellie's dominance as your mind casts back to the night where she jumped you at Abby's, her strength was unnerving because with Abby you expected it but Ellie's strength shocked you, it still did now as she was holding you in place with one arm as she ripped your matching silk pyjama top over your head only to flip you and immediately push your body down to the mattress so you're bent over in front of her. Your bed is set on a small platform and the mattress and bed together sit quite high so you have to go on your tiptoes to still be able to touch the floor, Ellie observes your struggle and smirks as her eyes lazily fall on Abby who is still stunned.

"Strip and sit in front of her, she's gonna make you feel good. Right babe?" You're a little zoned out so provide no response to Ellie, she lands a harsh slap to your ass and you jolt with a loud gasp. "Gonna make Abby feel good, aren't you?"

You nod but her face grows frustrated as she pinches you on the back of your thigh. "Words."

"Yes." You snip at her unsure of how to react at Ellie's sudden change in demeanour. "Come on babe you know how quick I can make you cum." You smile as Abby rolls her eyes, stands up and strips her clothing torturously slowly, you're practically drooling by the time Abby sits in front of you, her full naked form on display for you to admire. You were distracted by the feel of Ellie shifting her hands to lift your hips and yank down your shorts, she's gentle as she helps you step out of them and the sudden changes keep you paralysed in the position she put you in.

"She's so wet Abby oh my god." Ellie speaks as if you aren't between the two of them as she lazily thrusts two fingers into your hole, you moan as the sudden intrusion takes you by surprise and her fingers pause their ministrations inside you. "Shut up and get to work."

You and Abby exchange a look and she raises her eyebrows at you as she pursed her lips trying not to smile, you grumble at the two women but immediately hum contently when you're faced with Abby's dripping heat. You wrap your arms around her strong thighs and pull her closer as you bite and kiss at her thighs, Ellie's long fingers begin thrusting into you again, this time fast and hard and you bit down on Abby's inner thigh so hard she yelped and shot an unamused look at you.

"Sorry." You mumble through giggles before diving at her and sucking her clit with a might, her thigh muscles tense and you dig your nails further into them as you feel Ellie's unoccupied hand rubbing at your throbbing bud. The more Ellie intensifies her attack, the more you intensify yours desperate to get Abby to cum before you do. You feel the signature shaking of her thighs as they clamp down on your head and you sneak your middle and ring finger into her dripping hole, within what felt like seconds she was crying out and grabbing at your hair to pull you away, you follow straight after Abby and press your face into the bed as your orgasm washes over you so hard you see white. Ellie's fingers gently pull out of you and she bends over and presses open-mouthed kisses up your spine as she rubs at your shoulders. You catch your breath and then turn your head to meet her eyes. "Abby go get your strap babe." You mutter and she climbs off the bed so quick she almost trips. “El get on the bed, head on the pillows love.” She looks at you bewildered by how quickly you go back to your usual self, bossing them both about.

Both of them do their respective tasks and as Abby returns to you with the strap already harnessed to her hips you arch your back and lean down to press a kiss to Ellie’s clothed cunt. “Take all this off.” She whips off her t-shirt and lifts her hips to help you shuffle her bottoms off of her, you wiggle your hips at Abby as your mouth is already occupied at Ellie’s core and her hands find their place at your hips as she pushes into you slowly. You hum into Ellie’s pussy as Abby bottoms out inside of you and starts to thrust in and out pressing breathtaking kisses to your cervix, you moan and pant and Ellie takes this as an opportunity to grab at the back of your neck to hold you in place as she grinds herself down onto your tongue. The room is filled with a symphony of your heavy breaths, whines and moans as the friction from the strap is making all of her nerves feel like they’re on fire, you were barely on the planet as Abby mercilessly pounded into you. Ellie was groaning as her motions quickened and you were on the biggest high of your life, this, this was why you did everything you did. This is why you’re okay to leave.

You’re so encompassed by your thoughts of them you don’t notice Abby reaching for something. You cry into Ellie as Abby turns on your wand vibrator at its highest setting. “Fuck.” You drawl out, it comes at as a muffled whine and Ellie and Abby both exchange a look of need at your sounds. They weren’t even sure what they needed but Abby leant over you pushing impossibly further in as you screamed and Ellie sat up to join their lips together in a heated kiss.

“I wanna fuck her too.” Ellie whispers onto Abby’s lips which Abby smiles at.

“There’s a present in there for you, she’s always prepared.” At Abby’s words Ellie sits back and uses your face until her orgasm hits her like a brick wall, her body tensing so hard it hurt and then going limp as she recovered from the high. You followed almost immediately as Abby fucked you through your second orgasm until you were trembling and quiet. You laid there and noted Ellie scooting off of the bed but didn’t bother to further investigate, Abby’s hand rubbed soothing circles over your back as she leant down to make eye contact with you. “You still in there?”

“Don’t even start, I am thriving.” Your voice is hoarse and quiet but strong and Abby smiles at your arrogance.

“Good, you’re gonna wish you had tapped out though.” Abby smiles menacingly and you frown as you try to make sense of her words until your ears prick at the sound of something being ripped open. You turn to face the noise and see Ellie holding the strap on you had bought her, it was the same size as Abby’s, 8 inches, but hers was purple, she licked her lips and fumbled with the strap’s harnesses, you watch her until Abby scoops you up from your place so she can lay down, placing you on top of her so your chests are pressed together, she gently grabs your chin between her thumb and index finger to pull you into a sweet kiss and that makes your cheeks burn, she pulls away and feathers her fingers over your cheek as she looks at you with the most loving look in her eyes.

“Need you to help me out really quick.”

“Yeah I got you.” She holds out her hand and you exchange a small high-five, a habit that started as you annoying her that became unironic all too quick, then you sit up and raise yourself on shaky legs to align Abby’s strap with your needy cunt, you sink down onto it and gasp as she bottoms out inside you, she gives you a second to adjust and then she pulls you down to her so you’re once again pressed together as she sucks and nips at your neck and jaw. You had bruises and red marks everywhere, scratches and bite marks also, you looked like you had been beat up but to Abby and Ellie you were their masterpiece, they had marks to match yours, often worse than yours, they always held back but you… you didn’t know how to do that. That’s why Abby wasn’t shocked when she felt your nails digging into the back of her shoulder as Ellie prodded her strap at your tight hole while spreading your cheeks with her large hands and squeezing so hard red hand prints remained.

“You don’t have to do this, you can say no at anytime. “ Ellie spoke in a stern voice.

“I know, I’m good. Stop stalling… pussy.” The last word rolls off your tongue like venom and you smile deviously at her, you stomach filled with butterflies as you watched her face grow dark and her eyes dart down to focus on stuffing her strap into a space entirely too small for it. Abby soothes you as you whine and cry as the pain of both your holes being stuffed is almost too much to handle but when Ellie is buried inside of you and stills to let you get used to the impossibly full feeling you feel sparks of ecstasy igniting your body, you shiver and your eyes water as you begin to shuffle a little to help the throbbing in your core.

“Knew you’d like it you depraved slut.” Ellie spits through a shit-faced grin and you can only moan as they both begin thrusting in unison deep and hard.

“You really are a bad girl aren’t you?” Abby chimes in with a smirk that matches Ellie’s as you struggle to catch your breath at their unwavering rhythms.

“D-don’t get too cocky now. Remember who you’re speaking to.” You choke out a small laugh and they join you. “That was hot though.”

Abby mouths an ‘Oh’ as she raises her eyebrows at you before smiling into a sweet kiss that completely juxtaposes the pace of her rough thrusts, they had both been speeding up gradually and you were so close to the kind of orgasm that feels like a spiritual experience. Ellie leans down and turns your face to share a kiss with you also, the gentleness and intimacy of the moment tinting your view pink. You moan into her mouth and pull away to grab onto the pillows beside Abby’s head to give yourself some leverage as you succumb to a mind-shattering finish that leaves you entirely done for the night.

“That was beautiful.” Ellie comments as she pulls out slowly. “Sorry.” She mutters as you wince a little but stay still for her. She begins removing the harness as Abby flips you both over gently so she can also pull out of you, they move in unison as they each grab the harnesses and placing them in the bath to be cleaned later then Abby gets a fluffy towel and soaks it with warm water as Ellie goes to get some drinks for you all. Abby walks back over to you from the en-suite and sits down next to you while tracing her knuckles up and down your thigh.

“Spread ‘em… please.” You chuckle at her but comply with her request as she wipes you down gently. “I’ll be back.”

“That sounded daunting.”

“Do you have an off switch?” She says over her shoulder as she walks to the bathroom to wash herself off quickly also. Ellie rejoins you and climbs onto the bed handing you a bottle of water and kissing your cheek.

“Are you okay? Sorry if I was too rough.” She sounded worried and you smiled at how quickly she had returned to the Ellie you were used to.

“I’m fine, that was everything I needed.” You peck her on the nose and she smiles as her cheeks redden, Abby walks back into the room and comes to lay behind you pressing her front to your back and burying her face in your hair as she sighs into you.

There was a comfortable silence as you all recharged and took comfort in the entanglement of your bodies. Tomorrow was a busy day so you revelled in the peace you felt between them and thought about all the times that will be like this in the future and the thoughts lulled you into a deep sleep.

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tyxaar-fics · 2 months

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I wrote a thing vaguely based on Scar’s tweets recounting Grian’s fishing addiction lol.

Fishing spot

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: GoodTimesWithScar & Cubfan135, Grian & GoodTimesWithScar, Cubfan135 & Grian Characters: GoodTimesWithScar, Grian, Cubfan135

If there was anyone who knew what being possessed looked like, it was Hermitcraft's resident Vex population.

"He's still at it, still fishing."

Scar adjusted his binoculars from his perch atop Magic Mountain, eying up where his friend stood unmoving by the inlet. He'd been at it for weeks now, the last break Grian took was to build a little pier space for more fishing, and it was around that point that his suspicions got strong enough to warrant a proper investigation. So, he called in Cub for company.

"That makes it... three days at this point, three days of fishing without breaks. No sleeping, either." Cub muttered as he made a note in a little chart they were putting together. Scar didn't think it was needed, but a record didn't hurt he supposed.

Grian pulled in something, a salmon? Certainly a fish of some kind, and dumped it in a barrel before throwing his cast again. Some of their friends occasionally joined him in his fishing, (Gem seemed strangely into it as well, something else to investigate.) but other than that, everyone was running around, making traps, mining, and were just generally too busy feeling the high of a new world to really notice just how strange and off-seeming Grian was being. Even when he wasn't fishing, he seemed to itch to go back to it, a weird pull towards the ocean. He always carried his rod and tackle box around now.

Scar put the binoculars down and rubbed his eyes, he probably shouldn't stare through them for so long, but this was fascinating.

"I told you Cub, he's possessed! Do you think whatever's got him is also behind Big Salmon?"

That got an eyeroll out of his friend. "Nah man that’s just a joke that got out of hand."

"Well, that’s just what Big Salmon wants you to think."

Cub chuckled slightly at the comeback, leaning back on the grassy cliff.

"That's some definite possession right there though. He seems to have some partial control in more lucid moments, but the ocean’s got him good."

Scar blew a cherry petal from his nose and flopped down on the grass as well.

"I told you the fishing wasn't normal. You know Cub, I'm surprised you're not trying to get your claws on whatever's got theirs in Grian given your track record.”

As they chatted absentmindedly on the mountaintop, it occurred to Scar that anyone else would probably be taking the situation more seriously. After all, a friend of theirs had been possessed by some strange entity binding him to the ocean and it clearly didn't care about Grian's wellbeing, given that he hadn't slept in three days and only ate raw fish. Every part of this should be concerning.

But, Scar and Cub were exactly the wrong people to get concerned. After all, it'd been years since their Pact with the Vex and those first couple times waking up 500 blocks from their beds and panicking, and the feeling of giving in to the Hunger when it got too much… It was old news, that. The Convex were intimately familiar with the feeling of drifting to the back of your head and letting something else take your body and mind for itself, as well as the strange empty euphoria that came with it. Eventually, they just... got used to being possessed every now and again. It was just how life came and went now. Perhaps it was why Scar so eagerly gave in to the Boogey curse and red haze when they came during the games.

"Fishing is fun, but I’m good. I also don’t think the Vex would like me to be taken by the ocean." Cub gave another eyeroll and went back to reading through their Grian fishing notes again.

There was an argument to be made that his fellow Vex had gotten addicted to it, the feeling of being possessed. He denied it, but Scar knew better than most. After all, he seemed positively eager to let himself be taken by the Skulk, the infection spreading and taking root far quicker than one would expect. And a similar situation also happened with the Pharaoh. Not even mentioning that when Demise came both times Cub went overboard, he gave in to the violence and the traps. Scar could practically feel the buzzing bloodied magic wrapping its claws around his friend's mind.

Regardless, this wasn’t them this time, it was Grian. He was new to the whole thing. Scar frowned slightly and sat back up to take another look at his angler friend.

”Do you think we should be more worried?”

”Hm?” Cub paused his note-taking to glance over.

“Do you think we should be worried that Grian’s possessed?” He waved towards the pier, where Grian was busy reeling in a particularly stubborn catch. ”I mean, it doesn’t seem to be taking good care of his body.”

Cub seemed to take some pause and consider that fact, staring at Grian for a few seconds. “Uuh maybe? I dunno how worried we should be, Scar. If he gets that enchantment he wants and doesn’t stop the fishing it might be good to intervene.”

He gave a nod in agreement. ”Sounds like a plan.”

Scar then flopped back down on the cherry-scattered grass, letting the sun dance through the petals falling on his face and taking in the soft evening light. Cub and him would continue their watch from from atop the cliff and keep an eye on any developments for a while. Although, now seemed like a perfect time for a nap amongst the blossoms.

After all, it’s rude to try and take away what something else had claimed for itself. The ocean could keep Grian for now.

#grian #grianmc #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fic #hermitcraft fanfic #convex #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #hermitblr

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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I cannot imagine a reader dealing with a house of villains (plus I miss House of Mouse) the utter chaos

Yes, chaos XDD

Things Y/N Has Said in the House of Villains

Plot: Things you have said in your life as the House of Villains manager. Its a tough life 😂

Warnings: Cursing I guess and some sexual references? Like one I think, I don't know 😅 Also Ratigan is in constant danger and its possible.. i bully... Frollo a little...

"... Slim!? Sli- stop yodelling. What are you doing with that cattle inside?!"

"Y'all need to stop harassing Hook with ticking noises- it is bullying- "

"NO GUNS INSIDE. THATS WHAT WE HAVE THE UMBRELLA STAND FOR."

"... claytons been talking for an hour... i dunno if he realises we've been watching tv. don't, say, a word."

"Hi Cruella... have you seen Scar?"

"Facilier you get off the table or I'm cracking out the sage- "

"... did that shadow just chuckle- "

"Hilda has been in the bathroom for 4 hours straight now and I smell eye of newt coming from inside. I'm growing some concerns."

*Through grit teeth as you continue to just smile and waive* "... hahaha she's cackling... did something funny happen or should we run?"

"Hehehe- put Gaston at Frollo's table."

"-and rule number 6; Do not take your time in the shower. Gaston will yank the door off the hinges, he takes his hair and skin care routine very seriously- "

"Goob please... I beg of you please... please get changed."

"Goob I'll pay you to get changed."

"Goob, I will bring to you an actual unicorn, if you get changed... hades, pain and panic can do that, right??"

"Yes, Ratcliffe, you look very sparkly. Can we leave now?"

"... hey where's Greasy?... What? You haven't seen him since- *Deadpan*... since Mal went to the bathroom?... you know what its his funeral."

P1. *Over speaker* "SMARTASS WEASEL PLEASE COME TO THE FRONT DESK TO ACQUIRE YOUR TEAM MEMBER BACK. HE WILL BE IN CUSTODY UNTIL YOU DO."

P2. *Half an hour after the last announcement* "SMARTASS WEASEL PLEASE COME TAKE HIM."

P3. *An hour later* "WE'RE JUST RELEASING HIM GODDAMNIT."

"Why are there scorch marks on the ceiling again!?"

"Goddamnit Hades we need to work on your anger issues, this is getting out of hand, those were the 37th drapes this week. I liked them, they were purple."

"Jafar's taunting Hades?... Yzma do we have marshmallows still?- Great, you know the drill, stick 'em on the Horned King's head and be sure to set him directly in Hades way."

"So who wants hot cider? I need a headcount. Oh- Hans? ... Well if only there was someone out there who loved you enough to get you some huh? Anyway- "

*Sigh* "... Ursula, you need to stop sexually harassing Hans."

"Don't you dare bring that cauldron in here Your Darkness- that is not a kitchen cauldron, I know what you put in there- "

"Huh... so I just made hot chocolate in Ursula's potion cauldron... slightly concerned for my wellbeing, but this is delicious. Salty."

"OKAY WE NEED TO START LABELLING THE COULDRONS AROUND HERE."

"Why does it smell vaguely of old ham in he- Oh, Horned King. Hi."

"Someone smack him for me."

"Why is Jafar laughing so loudly at FOUR IN THE MORNING!?- "

"Who would you throw off a cliff if you had to?... Frollo?... same."

"... damn he has a good song, though." (Frollo does)

"... yeah, uh, I do the laundry around here... learnt some things, for sure... have you ever put prosthetic skin in the washer on accident?? Its not goo- WHAT! NO JUDGE DOOM! I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING!!"

"... someone get Tremaine, Lucifer is hunting Ratigan again."

"Silver, just between us... you're my favourite around here."

*Getting a hug from Silver when someone else approaches* "bACK OFF- THIS HUG IS MINE."

"Get your goddamn feet off the table Rourke this is not a barn."

"Oh the hunters are all going on a weekend trip??... How nice, lovely, I hope they have a great time... any chance we can send Frollo with them? Maybe theirs a horrible accident... What? No, I'm just kidding ha ha- "

"NO. NO TRANSFORMATIONS INSIDE. YOU PEOPLE HAVE BROKEN TOO MANY VASES."

"... someone get Maleficent, Diablo is hunting Ratigan again."

"... hey Percy. How bout we put a shrimp on the barbie- OKAY I'M SORRY DONT SHOOT."

"Medusa's name is with an E, Mim's is without- its not that hard!"

"Medusa we've talked about this... Brutus and Nero need to stay outside. Hook will suffer cardiac arrest if he lays eyes on them."

"Oh the oldest here?? Hades, then Mother Go- " *Sees Gothel sharpening her knife nearby* "I don't know really."

"... Why are there so many bugs in he-... ohhhh, someone get me the sewing kit, Oogie has had an accident."

"I told you not to gamble with Oogie... sorry, nu uh, I cant get your belongings back... read the sign sir." *Gestures to a 'no refunds/Oogie keeps whatever he wins off of suckers' sign*

"Sir Hisssss come get the Prince, he's having another tantrummm."

"Did you almost get eaten again Ratigan?... do you want to tell me your evil plans again, will that make you feel better? Wh- in song?? ... Okay go ahead."

"Someone get Ratigan his highchair."

"SHHHH SH SH SH he's not a rat, hahahahahah... we don't think he knows."

"Psycho, put Ratigan and the razor down this instant."

"Nooooooo no no no wait, do not follow her (The Queen of Hearts) orders, do not behead anyone. I just had the carpet cleaned."

"Okay! So what's the entertainment for tonight? Lets see... Oh Scar! He's gonna... he's doing Hamlet?... odd choice... "

"Wh- ... why is Shan Yu smirking? Its very concerning. I'm concerned. Wh- "

"... Okay Shere Khan. Lets level with each other, here. You hate men, I know, but- I cant have you eating anyone here. So I propose a deal. You don't eat anyone... but I can probably slip you a couple of wait staff under the table. you know, the ones hades has already accidentally charcoaled. just between us."

"Stupid you sweet, summer child... "

"Yes, okay, everyone is to be keeping their guns in the umbrella stand. ... but that does not apply to Sykes. Why?? Because I don't wanna sleep with the fishes, okay? Okay- "

"Oh, King Candy, welcome!- Oh, or Turbo??... which would you prefer?"

"No- no- no, strictly no racing indoors- "

"Alright, put up the Out of Order sign on that bathroom- its Wheezy's now. He's been in there half an hour and just breathing in its direction could give you lung cancer."

"... what- NO, YZMA IS NOT ALLOWED IN THE KITCHEN WITH STRANGE VIALS IN HER HAND, GET HER OUT OF THERE- "

#the 'put a shrimp on the barbie' one hurt ME to write but i couldnt not XDD #Disney Villains #Disney Villains x Reader

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tangyangie · 1 year

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Hello can I request a short story of karma seeing reader at the old classroom of 3-E after 7 years (and that both of them having a crush on each other during their junior high) then they went inside and talked Abt the things they did back then and their memories (pls add sum sad parts) the classroom was filled with nostalgia then when it was time for the reader to go home karma stops them and told them Abt his feelings back then (basically a confession) then it's up to you

This idea has been stuck at my head for some time now

» a loving feeling →

character: karma

description: you and karma meet at the old campus after 7 years, and you both had a crush on each other during your time there. what do you talk about?

notes: EEEEE this is such a cute request!! sorry it's probably not great bc i've got a headache but i really enjoyed making this!!

also im pretty sure this is referencing the reunion too, but if it's not pls just tell me i'll totally make another!!

also thank you to the people for requesting!! i really enjoy making them even if i take a while to do it </3

"y/n!"

you hear a voice from behind you. turning around, you smile and run towards it.

"karma!!" you jump into his arms, as he laughs and spins you around while you muffle your giggling in his shoulder.

"it's been a while." you sigh, as he playfully set you down. he smiles at you. "yes, it has."

"come on, now. let's go see everyone else!" you exclaimed.

he sighs and shakes his head. "alright, alright."

you grab his hand and drag him along into the small building. there's a small party going on in one of the rooms, with food and drinks.

you see many of your old friends. some look a little different than before, such as nagisa, who finally cut his hair.

"guys!! hi!" you say, smiling as you stride into the room.

"hey, y/n! how's it going?" kataoka says.

you run over to your friends to catch up on everything that's happened for the past 7 years, as well as jesting them about their love lives.

"speaking of which, y/n, what about you?? did you finally find someone?" rio teases.

karma hears this, and instinctively listens closer.

you sigh theatrically, and place your hand upon your forehead while slightly leaning back.

"alas, i have not. i've been quite busy these past 7 years. i did so happen to ace my job interview, though!" you add in, slowly beginning to brag about the money you were getting.

rio chuckles. "well, at least we know you'll be fine even if you end up alone for the rest of your life!"

"hey!!" you laughed, gaping at her while dramatically holding your hand over your heart. "that hurts!" you frown.

"i doubt that." she teases, as you roll your eyes playfully and go get some refreshments.

rio walked over to karma, who had been listening intently the whole time. "you're not slick, karma. they totally saw you."

"hush, they did not!" he smirks.

"did too."

"did no—" rio interrupted him, shaking a finger in his face.

"anyways-- you should confess to them." she smiles.

"are you kidding? any feelings they might have had are definitely gone." he sighs.

"i don't think so," rio starts. "i think they're still into you."

karma grumbles something under his breath, looking away, and rio sighs playfully. "just give it some thought. if you decide you need help, i'll totally be your wingwoman!" she winks.

he just chuckles, and said, "sure, then. let's give them a shot."

»»»

about an hour had passed, and you decided you wanted to walk around the old campus. 7 years is a while, you wanted to see if anything had changed.

obviously, you invited karma to join you.

"come on, it'll be fun!"

he laughed and replied, "maybe i can throw myself off the cliff again!"

"karma!!" you shriek, doubling over in laughter. "that's not funny!"

"you're showing it very well." he says, giving you a thumbs up.

you grab his hand as you run around and observe all around the campus. it seems that most of the scenery has stayed the same.

you both recall funny memories, your old study areas, the place where you held your trainings, and more.

but of course, the most abundant being in your memories was korosensei.

"i still think about him, a lot." you say, brushing your hand against the ground as you sat down.

"..so do i." karma sighed, lowering down next to you. you both talk about him and remember all the memories. even though he was dead, he continued to have a happy place in your memories.

karma wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you continued to reminisce.

"he's the reason i was able to get this far in the first place. i owe him everything." you smile.

you both basked in the silence as you were overwhelmed by the nostalgia.

"hey, y/n, there's something i—"

"guys, come here! we've got cake!!" nagisa shouted from the campus.

"ooh, cake!!" you exclaimed, easily pulled away from the silence.

karma laughed and helped you up. you both walked back to the classroom, hand in hand.

after you had both gotten your cake slices, you went to go converse some more.

"so, how'd it go, loverboy?" rio smiles.

"didn't happen." he sighed.

"what?!" rio gawked at him. "after all my help??"

karma laughed. "what help??" he whispered. "you gave me a cookie and then kicked me in the deep end."

"i thought you already knew how to swim." she shrugged.

"can i have a snorkel?" he joked.

»»»

after a few more hours and activities, everyone had decided it was time to leave. you wanted to help clean up, so you decided to stay back and send everyone off.

little did you know, that karma had also decided to hang around.

"need some help?" he teased, seeing you struggle to get every single plate at once.

"would be nice," you smiled. he easily took the stack and carried them to the trash bin while you got a few paper towels to clean the tables. karma helped everywhere else.

after the cleaning, you swore the classroom looked cleaner than when you came.

"nice job, karma!! it looks great in here." you say proudly, with your hands on your hips. "we.. should probably get going now. i know you're pretty busy."

"sure, let's go." he smiles, scooping you up as you giggle.

he carries you to the front, while you groan, and tell him you forgot your things. he sets you down, and you run back inside as he leans against a tree while waiting for you.

his thoughts were running through his head. could they have noticed how nervous i've been today?? i've barely made any jokes at all.

i definitely need to tell them. right now.

you arrive again, ready to leave the school. "alright, karma. see you around!" you smile and begin to walk off.

although a little apprehensive, he stops you.

"wait, y/n." he says, with a smile on his face. "there was something i wanted to tell you earlier." he says.

"yeah, what's up?" you smirked.

slightly stuttering and breaking his usually chill persona, he started to speak.

"i.. i don't know if anyone told you this, but, i used to have a big crush on you. like, huge." he started.

you faced him, and crossed your arms and smiled. "really? i never noticed. tell me more." you teased him lightly.

he put his hands in his pockets. "so... you knew?" he said, feeling a little defeated.

"please, you were a junior high student. as slick as you thought you were, you were a little dumb." you joke.

"that's not very nice," he rolls his eyes dramatically. you laugh and take a few steps closer to him.

gently taking hold of his hands, you look into his eyes. "i knew the whole time. but, there's something i don't know now."

"if that happens to be a certain question, i think you might be in luck." he says.

"it seems you already know." you whisper, leaning a little closer.

"yes, y/n. i still very much like you." he sighs.

you tried to hide your excitement, but karma couldn't help but notice the sparkle in your eyes.

"then... would you mind if i--" you begin to say, but karma interrupted you.

karma gently brings you in and gives you a kiss.

you sigh softly into the kiss, relieved that he reciprocated your feelings. that have indeed been actively increasing over the years.

you slowly pull away. "maybe we'll be seeing each other more often than we think." you whisper.

"i'd like that a lot, i think." karma whispers back.

you walk back with him, hand in hand, with your minds more at peace than they've ever been in the past 7 years.

notes: ahh this is so cute i love it </3 i live for these kinds of confessions they're so heartwarming!!

anyways i'm really sorry it took so long!! i was really busy this week and had a lot of stuff i needed to do for school!!

#karma #akabane karma #karma akabane #karma x reader #karma akabane x reader #akabane karma x reader #assassination classroom #ass class #screaming in the void #and the void screams back #fluff #hee hee #korosensei #i don't feel like tagging #anyways #assassination classroom x reader #ass class x reader #akabane #reader fic

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chungmyungenthusiast · 10 days

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Concern

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this is a discontinued wip because I didn't know what to add,, anyways MORE FLUFF!!!! can this count as hurt/comfort except it's literal hurt and confrontation ?? who knows,, more chung myung content while I work on the wips :3

He's staring at you. Ah, no. He's frowning, is he angry? He's also bandaged up, did something happen? "You.." Chung Myung starts, and you swear that you see a pout on his lips. Are you laying on the spare bed in the nearby infirmary? Why is he next to you, though? His fingers gently caress your palm, the harshness of his calloused hand making you shiver, his eyebrows furrowing as he observes your hand. "You shouldn't have done that, really. I would have been fine, you know? And now that you went ahead and blocked that attack… You're laying here instead of me, you're so stupidly dumb." He sighs, his eyes still staring at your hand. You didn't do much though, your injuries are nothing compared to his deep ones. Speaking of which, why isn't he in bed right now? Shouldn't he be resting? "Why would I let it hit you?" "..??? What sort of question is that?" "A genuine one." ... He squints at you, his expression doing that thing where it's as if you just told him you're going to throw yourself off a cliff because you couldn't find your favorite cup. [ You did that once. ] "Because I could've easily blocked it?" "In that position? Chung Myung, you were already injured enough. If that hit you then you could've basically said that death knocked on your door once; if you survived, that is." That, kept him quiet for the next few minutes. "You're the idiot," You chuckle, shaking your head. "Just as much as you hate it if I got hurt-" "I loathe it." He interrupts, still a bit frustrated. You simply look at him with a blank look before sighing. "Okay," You nod, "You loathe me getting hurt. We established that multiple times, right? So, you expect me to not be the same way? We both know how stubborn the other is when it comes to such topics, dumbass. Of course I'll feel the same way."

Notes II

I dug deep into my drafts for this one and just edited it a tad bit so um :D

This is your daily reminder to actually communicate with others if you want the relationship to work /hj.. maybe

Eat this up while I continue to work on the reqs.. there's a lot of fluff to write so uh expect some angst after I finish them up :3

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howlingday · 9 months

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Gyeiss: Yo~! I'm, like, totally back~!

Bleiss: Yeah, I fucking noticed.

Gyeiss: So, like, I got me a sexy boy toy, too~!

Juan: Hola. ¿Como estas?

Gyeiss: So, now I can, like, make my own posts, right? Just like you?

Bleiss: Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's also racist.

Gyeiss: What?

Bleiss: Your knock-off of my darling.

Gyeiss: But, like, he's totally got a sword!

Bleiss: He's wearing a sombrero, a poncho, and has a big, off-color mustache! He's racist, and he's about to get us fucking canceled!

Juan: (Sniff) No me gusta... (Cries in Spanish)

Gyeiss: Okay, you better take that back.

Bleiss: Eat shit, black face.

Gyeiss: (Steams off body, Ground melts) HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Bleiss: Oh, what the fuck is this now?

Jaune: I think you made her mad, Bleiss.

Bleiss: Who cares? I'm perfect, and she's not!

Jaune: Uh, you do know she's stronger than you, right? By a wide margin?

Bleiss: ...That would have been good to know ON THE FIRST EPISODE!

Jaune: We could call backup.

Bleiss: You thinking what I'm thinking?

Jaune: Oh yeah~!

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Gyeiss: (Crying, In time-out)

Weiss: And let be a lesson to you, young lady!

Jaune: (Sighs) Thanks again, Weiss.

Bleiss: PYRRHA! I MEANT PYRRHA, YOU SEXY FUCK!

Wait, there's more?

Jaune: Man, have you ever seen a view like this, Juan?

Juan: Oh, er, uh, sí. Es bueno.

Jaune: So, Juan... You sure this is where you want to do this?

Juan: ...¿Sabes?

Jaune: Mhm. Sí, lo sé. I mean, it's pretty obvious with you behind me, and I'm facing the cliff. Though, not as obvious as that fake accent of yours.

Juan: You... You don't deserve what you have! I do!

Jaune: So what? You're gonna kill me just because a lot of girls like me? Are you really that petty?

Juan: (Draws sword) It didn't have to end this way, you know. If you just let the rest of us have a piece...

Jaune: If you're going to think that way about them, then yes, (Draws sword) it did.

Jaune: (Slashes)

Juan: (Parries, Overhead swipes)

Jaune: (Blocks, Grabs Juan and throws)

Juan: (Rolls, Stands up) Heh. ¡Buen trabajo! Reall good, Jaune! But not good enough. See, I know your weakness. You may look young, but you're old, and weak, and soon enough, all tjose pretty young girls will see you for what you really are... And then, they'll look past you and see me.

Jaune: ...Ha! That's funny, because you didn't see this coming! (Flips sword, Drives to cliff)

Juan: (Cliff collapses, Falls) AAAAAAAAAAAH!

Jaune: See ya, Jaun. (Walks away)

#rwby #devilartemis #gyeiss schnee #gyaru weiss schnee #bleiss schnee #gyaru weiss #jaune arc #weiss schnee #juan arco

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dracocheesecake · 10 months

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Oh I just wanted to ask if you have any platonic! Kai x reader headcanons with dynamic like big guy protects smol creature and maybe being a father figure to them?

Actually yes! Warning, though: Kai isn't exactly a great person.

Father-Figure!Kai x Reader Headcanons:

Why are you so smol and weak? It's not worth taking your chi, really. It would be like eating celery: you burn more than you get out of it.

Someway, somehow, though, for whatever reason, Kai can't seem to get rid of you. At first it seems that you keep on running into each other, and then Kai starts cracking a slight joke or two, full of self-satisfaction. "Alright, I refuse to believe it's destiny at this point: you just have to be stalking me. What, are you a fan or something?"

Then this eventually progresses until you somehow bump into him again, and Kai gets so fed up that he just decides to take you along for the ride with him- supposedly, until he decides just what to do with you.

Kai, of course, in the midst of this rash decision, forgot that you are very mortal and still require things like rest stops, food, warmth, sleep, etc.- Transporting you around isn't exactly like carting around luggage. Kai gets annoyed when you point this out to him, but does (reluctantly) provide for you- while claiming that he's just getting you stronger so he can take your chi later.

He's actually a decent cook, but don't ever critique him. "What? I haven't done this in 500 years, I'm a little rusty. Besides, if you were really hungry, you'd eat anything put in front of you without complaint. Eat or starve."

However, as time wears on, you notice Kai starts being a little less harsh on you. His occasional sardonic remarks become somewhat more playful, and sometimes are punctuated by him rubbing his knuckles against the top of your head in a manner one could almost call...dare I say...affectionate?

You find Kai making you little gifts: a cloak to keep you warm ("It won't be on my head if you freeze to death, at least.") A blade of your very own ("You're weak and small. You need some sort of protection. What? Did you think I was going to follow you around to play bodyguard forever?"), etc.

Kai will also start training you a little as well. It seems harsh and unforgiving to you at first, almost to the point of being cruel- but when you complain to Kai he laughs in your face. "Harsh? You call this harsh? You have no idea how easy I'm being on you. You should have seen how I trained my soldiers!"

*Sarcastic gasp* "You moved me at least half a centimeter! What an improvement!...Nah, fifty push-ups. Now."

When you actually start improving, he actually praises you- though at first it's more as if he's praising his own abilities as a mentor- but you can tell he's actually proud of you, how much you've managed to accomplish in such a short time.

However, if you do somehow manage to run into trouble, Kai is there in an instant- he's not letting anything happen to you, even if you can supposedly handle yourself. If you ask him about it, he just shrugs and says that if anyone's going to take your life, it's going to be him.

Kai also yells at you whenever there's the slightest chance you'll get hurt; the louder he yells, though, the more it shows he cares- he might accidently let a few words slip, such as "Do you have any idea how worried I was?! Do that again, and I'll throw you off a cliff myself! Maybe I should turn you into an amulet after all, and keep you out of trouble!"

Kai grumbles under his breath, calling you an idiot, all while he patches you up with more gentleness than you thought him capable of.

Also expect him to carry you around alot. You have tiny legs and it's faster and easier. Sometimes, though, Kai will scare you by running as fast as he can on all fours, laughing while you scream at him to stop, clinging to his fur for dear life.

Seriously Kai loves messing with you. He calls it his prime source of entertainment. At first his teasing and jokes at you are cruel and dark in nature, and often at your expense; but steadily they start turning more light-hearted, and even get a laugh or two out of you (which makes him smile- but you didn't see it).

Basically Kai doesn't want to outwardly admit that you've grown on whatever little shred of heart he thought had long withered away in his chest. Over time, he's almost come to see you as the child he'd never had the time to have.

When he finally does take your chi, he wears your amulet around his neck, close to his heart. It was hard- harder than he would admit, even to himself- but in his mind, it had to be done: at least this way, he tells himself, he won't lose you.

#ask #thanks fot the ask!#had alot of fun with this time but I'm sorry if it's a little darker than expected #again I sometimes feel I'm not writing Kai very in character but I try my best to make him as close to canon as I can even in headcanons #hope these are alright!#headcanons #kung fu panda #kai kfp #general kai the dad #general kai #kai #general kai x reader #platonic relationships #familial relationships #kfp #kung fu panda 3 #again kai does his best in the worst way possible

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shiraishi-mai · 2 years

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Vice Versa

You hated your soulmate.

There were different ways of finding your soulmate in this world. Some had a connected string around their pinkies, some had matching symbols, some had the same songs stuck in their heads…etc.

But you? You had to be one of those that got the same injuries as your other half's.

And it seemed that your soulmate was injury prone.

“Y/n, what on earth happened to you??” Your friend gasped when you groaned as you took your shirt off. It was time for gym class and you were changing into your workout uniform.

You spotted a dark bruise on your elbow and the side of your shoulder.

“That’s not even the worst of it,” you deadpanned. You rolled up your pants to show more bruises littered across your knees and scrapes on your shin and thighs.

“I don’t know what the hell my soulmate is doing, but they really need to get their shit together. Obviously they don’t care enough about their soulmate to treat their body so recklessly.”

It was worse since you tended to bruise easily and so you were sure that their injuries looked worse on you.

“He’s probably some delinquent that gets into fights and skips school and is going to end up in JUVIE,” you ranted. “If he’s not there already.”

“Oh my god,” you whispered, horrified. “What if my soulmate is already in jail??”

Your teachers had been concerned over the years upon seeing your constant bruises. After confirming that you were indeed not being abused by your family or a boyfriend, they looked at you warily. They probably thought it was you that was getting into trouble.

Your friend laughed. “Little miss higher-level-class with her head in her books soulmates with a delinquent?”

“Maybe I should get in a fight,” you muttered. “Give them a taste of their own medicine.”

Perhaps it was the judgement from your teachers and peers that you worked to show everyone that you were indeed a good kid, and wanted nothing but to keep a low profile and achieve success in school.

Over the years, you got a fairly high pain tolerance, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t an occasional hurt that sometimes put you in an embarrassing position.

“ACK,” you had yelled during a lecture at your late-night cram school.

Everyone had turned to stare at you as you held your chest.

It had felt as though you had been struck by something heavy and being a person with boobs did NOT help the feeling.

Another time, something similar had happened, but this time it was a blow to the stomach that knocked the wind out of you and made you stumble. Your butt hit the pavement and you gained a morbid satisfaction that perhaps your soulmate felt their own consequences.

“Aw c’mon, maybe he’s a hot bad boy. That wouldn’t be so bad,” your friend said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Psh I’ll show him I can be a lot worse when I meet him.”

She laughed before pausing. “Also, you’re still going with me to the game later right??” She rubbed the ankle of her knee-highs where underneath a symbol of a violet lay tattooed.

“Yes yes,” you replied. You shook your head. She was an avid fan of volleyball and was convinced that her crush, Akaashi Keiji, was her soulmate. Her plan was to go to one of his games and see if his uniform moved around enough to show a glimpse of the same tattoo. A plan you were doubtful of.

“If he’s not, I’m throwing myself off a cliff.”

You snorted. “Dramatic much?”

“He’s the love of my life.”

“Your poor soulmate,” you said, shaking your head. “Just ask him to take his shirt off or something.”

“If I had the guts to do that, I would have already.”

The both of you walked out to the field.

“I don’t know. It’d be a funny way to meet him though.”

You both chortled at the thought of Akaashi’s stoic face blanching when some random girl asked him to strip.

“WATCH OUT!”

“OOF,” you said as you were knocked to the ground.

Some boys had been playing baseball and one of the catchers hadn’t seen you walking. He rammed his elbow into your side as both of you fell.

“I would love it if I stopped having such an intimate relationship with the ground,” you groaned for the second time.

“I’m so sorry!” The boy looked at you horrified.

You assured him that you were fine and waved him off. After all, you were used to this.

“Why were they even playing catch on the track??”

“Dunno but it’s just my luck. Men just seem to want to hurt me.”

“Amen,” she shook her head.

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The next few days consisted of you wincing and clutching your side. You had been elbowed a lot harder than you initially thought and this time you really felt it.

“Are you okay?” Your friend asked as you gingerly sat down on the bleacher next to her.

You didn’t respond but merely raised your shirt slightly and she grimaced. A huge oval-shaped bruise covered the side of your ribcage.

“Yeesh, your soulmate is definitely going to feel that.”

You made a face. You kind of felt sorry towards him this time. Hopefully he was tough and wouldn’t feel it as much.

“Ooo,” your friend smacked you on the arm. “There he is!”

You glared at her mini assault but her eyes were zoomed in on the dark-haired setter that had stepped on the court.

“Okay, you so have to help me look for his tattoo.”

“I don’t know. I feel kind of creepy checking out Akaashi the entire game.”

This time she glared at you and you sighed, promising her that you would indeed, stare at Akaashi for the game.

It felt a bit awkward trying to gauge from the small slivers of exposed skin when he jumped or dived but at least your friend was enjoying it.

“Are you even looking for the tattoo,” you looked at her suspiciously as she squealed and clapped her hands at his backset.

“I was looking at his technique that time!”

“You’re drooling.”

“Oh my god.”

“What is it now?” You asked, exasperated. “Did he finally take his shirt off for some reason?”

“Y/n, look.”

Her eyes were trained, not on Akaashi but a boy with grey and white spiked hair next to him.

Bokuto Kotaro, ace of the Fukorodani team, had lifted his shirt to wipe sweat gathered on his forehead. He had paused with the fabric bunched in his hands, laughing boisterously at something his teammate had said. Had he looked towards the stands, he would have seen a girl, frozen and looking mildly horrified, at the dark, oval-shaped bruise sporting the side of his ribcage.

“Well that explains a lot,” she said with a face that looked as if she was trying not to laugh.

You both watched as he spiked straight down the court and you looked at your hands. That certainly explained the slight stinging feeling you felt in your palms nearly everyday. It happened so much that you got used to it and forgot it happened most of the time.

“Hit me.”

“What?”

“Smack me in the face. Right now.”

Your friend patted your back. “There there. I know it’s shocking but there’s no need to have a mental breakdown.”

Your eyes locked onto hers with a scarily blank expression. “I want you. To bitch slap me. As hard as you can.”

“What??”

“I will go ask Akaashi later to strip off his shirt- hell I will strip it myself.”

“Don’t touch my man!” Your friend exclaimed and slapped you across the face. You were slightly irritated that she did it in retaliation to your statement rather than for you but we move.

“OW,” a voice boomed from the court.

The referee blew his whistle. “Net touch.”

Bokuto had jumped and yelped as he felt a blow to his face, causing him to move a little too far forward and hit the net. He was currently holding his cheek, bewildered as a couple of his teammates told him off for the mistake.

“Bokuto, what the hell are you doing??”

“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi had run over. “Perhaps you need to take a break?”

Your friend had hit you hard enough that there was a slight ringing in your ears and you were sure he could feel it too, judging by the dazed look on his face. There was another blow of the whistle and the coach called for a player change.

You watched as Bokuto held a cold towel to his face from his place at the sidelines. You noticed his hair had drooped from being subbed out.

“Are you okay? I think I hit you pretty hard.”

“No,” you said faintly and turned to look at your friend. “I am not okay.”

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“Bokuto-san, that girl is staring at you again.”

The owlish boy glanced over to see you look at him with a hard stare.

“Aw, Akaashi, I’m sure she’s just a fan. After all, I’m pretty awesome.” He crossed his arms and smiled proudly.

“I’m concerned. She doesn’t exactly look happy. Did you do something?”

Bokuto scratched his head. “Er, I don't think so. She’s in our grade right?…did I do anything??”

Akaashi thought back to the past week and shook his head. He couldn’t think of Bokuto doing anything wild specifically to the girl.

“Maybe she likes me!”

“Bokuto-san, you have a soulmate.”

“Maybe she’s my soulmate!”

Akaashi’s eyes gave you a once over. “She doesn’t appear to have any of the injuries that match yours.”

Little did they know that you used cover-up concealer and sweaters after the many stares you used to receive. You tugged your knee-highs a bit higher up after noticing they were looking at you.

“Aw, there’s nothing wrong with Bokuto,” your friend whispered from beside you.

“He’s loud and the opposite of low-key. Plus I heard he wants to go pro. My life is going to be filled with PAIN.”

“You said you barely feel it anymore.”

“That doesn’t mean I like it! I’m not a masochist!”

“Maybe you should become one,” your friend said, suggestively.

“I hate you.”

“Excuse me?”

The both of you looked up with wide eyes as two large figures loomed in front of you.

“We were just wondering -”

“Did I do something to you??” Bokuto interrupted the setter.

“I-uh…” you were at a loss for words. Okay, so admittedly now he was up close, you admit Bokuto was quite handsome.

There was a tense silence as you struggled to find the right words before your friend threw her hands up.

“Oh for goodness sake.”

You yelped as she poked you in the side. Clutching your ribs, you glared at her and quickly walked away.

“Hope that answers your question!” She said cheerfully and ran after you.

Bokuto tilted his head. “I don’t understand.”

Akaashi thought for a moment before realisation dawned on his face.

“Oh.”

“What?? Tell me Akaashi, tell meeee -”

“She might be your soulmate.”

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“Y/n.”

No.

“Y/n.”

You quickly walked down the hall and turned the corner.

“Y/n.”

A figure flashed past you and you bounced off a hard chest.

“Woah there,” Bokuto lifted both of his arms to steady you.

At your glare, he quickly dropped them.

“You're my- like you’re - Akaashi said - “ It was if he was trying to speak quicker than he could gather his thoughts.

You didn’t say anything, instead looked at him straight-faced and poked his side. You made a face as he groaned.

“Yep.”

“When did you find out??”

“Your last game,” you said, sighing. “A lot of things made sense. The bruises on my knees and elbows, the palms of my hands always stinging etc etc."

He made a sheepish face. “Oh. I never really considered that.”

“Are you serious??”

“I mean your palms! I tried to wear covers for my arms and wear leggings as well as knee pads to see if it would help you, but I guess it didn’t work out so well.”

Well at least he tried. It was kind of sweet that he did actually think of you when he could have been solely distracted with his sport.

“I don’t have many bruises though,” he frowned.

“Ah, that one’s on me. My skin is kinda sensitive. They look worse than they feel.”

He sagged his shoulders. “That’s a relief."

"Though," he continued. “You do owe me though.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“You broke your collarbone in fourth grade didn’t you?”

Your mouth opened and then closed. You indeed had fallen off your bike and had to wear a brace for a while.

He made a face. “I knew it! There was no way the door opening in my face broke my collarbone!”

You looked at him concerned. Did he honestly think that was what happened until now?

“I couldn’t play for weeks! I got made fun of so much!”

“Oh…sorry about that,” you glanced to the side, guiltily.

“But ya know.”

You looked at him to see a lopsided smile gracing his face.

“It’s worth it since it’s you.”

You stared at him speechless.

Bokuto gave you the biggest grin you’ve ever seen and pulled you into a bear hug.

“Ouch,” both of you winced at the contact.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said quickly. “Guess I better be a bit more careful now huh?” He looked at the ground and shifted, a bit embarrassed.

“Ya think,” you murmured, mimicking his movements.

You felt fingers tuck a strand of your hair back gently and looked up in surprise.

“If I promise to be more careful, do you think we can go out on a date sometime?”

You gazed into bright eyes, sparkling with happiness and teeth bit into a lower lip in anticipation. For the first time, nothing in your body ached and a soft warmth spread throughout you.

Your lips pursed before they curved up into a small smile.

“I’d like that.”

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Bonus:

“Akaashi, can you take your shirt off?”

“Pardon me?” The tall boy looked at you bewildered.

“Hey!” Bokuto protested from beside you with a betrayed expression.

“One moment Kou.”

“Just lift up your shirt please.”

Your friend was practically buzzing beside you. Akaashi looked a bit scared as he lifted up his shirt.

“And turn.”

He obeyed, hesitantly, and your friend made a disappointed sound.

When he looked mildly offended at what he thought was a reaction to his body, you clarified, “Ah we were looking for a tattoo of a violet.”

Akaashi’s eyes widened

“Oh, Akaashi, don't you have one on your thigh?” Bokuto questioned his friend.

There was a faint blush on the boy’s cheeks and Akaashi slightly pulled up one of his pant legs. Sure enough, the flower was etched onto the skin there.

Your friend punched the air triumphantly.

“I told you so!”

#bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutaro x y/n #bokuto fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #akaashi keiji #akaashi fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #bokuto scenarios #haikyuu bokuto #ah this was weird

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stardewvalleybut-i-draw · 2 months

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I wrote a giant description of all the characters based on what my friend and I were talking about can I have your opinion:

I am going to be starting with the first post where I mention the balectors of Stardew valley. This means the characters that you are able to date and eventually marry if you want to do that. In order to reach perfection, which is the end of the game, you need to have someone live in your house with 12 hearts in order to give you a stardrop. Hearts are friendship points you can get by giving points. That is one of the two ways to gain friendship. The other is through cut scenes you get by progressing in your relationship and by saying things that make them either like or hate you more.

Anyways, onto the characters, starting with Haley who is the first person you mention. I am married to her which is because I like how her character progresses. As you gain friendship with her, she gets more nice and is open to different things then she was before. For example, she used to throw away her clothes each year but says she donates it now. She is super cute and sweet when she is married to her and it seems as though she is in love. She is kind of like a disney princess as you mention because she likes makeup and is girly. The next you mentioned is Leah who actually lives in a cottage and lives to forage and build for you. Penny is actually the opposite of what you said as she is horrible at baking and teaches the two children in town (and eventually Leo) Jas and Vincent and she also likes to read. Her mother, Pam, is abusive. But I can talk about her in a little bit. Abigail is the most popular person to marry as people like her because she is adventurous and wants to fight in the caves and is in a band with Sam and Sebstain. There is a theory that she is actually the wizard’s daughter because her mom admits to going to his tower and her dad says they do not look similar and the wizard says he thinks he might have a daughter. Abigail is also kind of a meme because if you give her gems she will say, “How did you know that I was hungry?” Basically everyone considers her cool and a meme and she is probably the wizard’s daughter. Emily likes crystals and parrots and dances and all of her cut scenes are basically fever dreams. So she is kind of a psychopath and super excited all of the time. Her and Haley are sisters and do not get along. In earlier versions of Maru, she had really curly hair and a lot of the community, including me, thinks she looks better like that. I also consider her hair to be kind of cool. She likes robotics.

Anyways, the next up is the marriage candidates for the guys. You are totally right that it is so random. Elliot is a writer and he is very attention starved as he writes you poems and is obsessed with you when you date him and writes you a book based on what genre you say you like. Harvey IS a simple man. His favorite gift is coffee so you definitely got that done. He has anxiety and never talks to anyone and tries to be better about that if you date him. So he is chill and kind of a meme because your stuff gets taken if you get knocked out in battle and he charges a thousand gold for repairing you. You were exactly right with Sebastian as he is moody and does not like people and plays video games from 10am to 10pm. Alex is sexist to you if you are a girl and is kind of arrogant about wanting to be a professional football player. So you are completely right. You are wrong about Shane, though, he is actually really mean to you and wants you to not talk to him. Most of his events are about him being suicidal and depressed and an acholicoal. One is where he wants to roll off a cliff and is drunk. Not mafia material. I do agree about his jacket, though, it is kind of cool. Even though it has a J on it which stands for Joja which is a company he works for. Joja is basically the definition of capitalism in this game. Sam is actually friends with Sebastian and Abigail and he wants to be in a band which he is in. They like to play DND and it is a thing in the community that Sam and Sebastain should be dating.

Onto the villagers. Willy is a fisherman and kind of chill so you were sort of wrong but I would definitely want to go on an adventure with him as well so actually I agree, you win. Everyone loves Robin and a lot of people are sad you cannot date her because of Demetris. You were so wrong about Demetris but the way. Robin is actually Sebstain’s mom’s but he is it related to Demetrius. Demetris hates Sebastian but loves Maru and this makes Sebastian really angry. Demeteruis also does not care about Robin who we love. Sandy is my favorite as she is lonely in the desert and really wants to spend time with you and is super confident and sweet. You are right about Pam, also, by the way. She is super abusive and drinks too much beer every night and treats her daughter, Penny, unfairly. She also speaks like she is living in texas. The wizard is kind of weird but he is also cool because of his magic. Krobus is amazing and he is the opinion for the aromantics as you can have him move into your house and he gives you hugs instead of kisses and is amazing. The dwarf hates Krobus because of a war between the dwarfs and the shadow people so he kind of sucks. Krobus is adorable. Jas and Vincent are both kind of weird like no one cares about them. I mean Jas is more interesting because she is related to Shane and Marine and Vincent is interesting because his dad, Kent, has ptsd from fighting in the war. Kent is kind of weird and has a freakout because of popcorn because of his ptsd. Pierre is not like Harvey at all, he steals credit for your crops and only cares about money and nothing else. No one really likes him. Evelyn is the nicest person ever as she makes cookies for you and says you can call her Granny. Everyone likes her so much. Jodi is kind of boring and depressed because she has no freedom and spends her entire life taking care of her kids, Sam and Vincent. Demetris is awful. Linus and Leo go together because they both like nature and are kind of connected to it. Lewis is not. He steals money from the town and uses it to make gold statues of himself. He is dating Marine and refuses to make their relationship public even though no one would care and is toxic. Also, the others you did not mention are Caronline and Clint and George and Gus so I am just going to explain them. Caroline is Pierre’s husband and might be cheating on him so you know… kind of bad… whatever. She is fine I guess, it is weird, no one really cares about her. Clint has a crush on Emily and is super creepy about it and is kind of disgusting and tries to be like a sob story so not thank you. George is super grumpy and rude and is in a wheelchair because of a mining accident. Gus is amazing and kind of knows everything about everyone.

Onto the next section, okay? Grandpa looks blue because he is a ghost who visits you in your third year. I do not like him. It is weird. The governor is actually like you think he is, he has no clue about anything and just wants to visit once a year to literally just eat soup. (I am not kidding, look it up, promise you.) Marlon is actually like you say and he has a crush on Marnie and is a perfect opinion for her. Birdie is part of ginger island and is super sweet and gives you fairy dust and you find something for her to remind her of her husband who died in a tragic accident. It is amazing to do because you get an award and it is just wholesome and kind of sad. Gil does supply items and he is like a moment away from death basically so you are right. Gunther is awesome and yeah, kind of suspicious but great. Okay. That is all of the villagers summarized for you.

Woo boy, you gave me a whole novel!

well, here are some of my thoughts:

Penny isn't necessarily bad at cooking,(from what I know) she just shouldn't experiment. She's also shy and emotionally sensitive

Emily is what I believe people call a "Cristal girl" not necessarily a psychopath, she also seems to have her "head in the clouds" and yeah, positive most of the time.

Ermm... actually☝️🤓 Harvey takes 10% of however much gold you have.

Dang, you kept Alex one short! But yeah, same thing as Hayley but with the ego and the sexism if you're a girl. He also lives with Grany Eveiln and Granpa Jorge because his mother died and the father was presumably abusive

To be fair to ghost grandpa, he's stuck haunting the farm until you can get the perfection statue so he kinda can't move on lmao!

Marlon is also a cool adventurer who will go down in the dangerous mines to get your stuff if you pay him

I wouldn't say Demetrius hates Sebastian, he just has a huge favoritism problem. He's also a very logical thinker from what I can interpret in his dialog

And to be fair to Clint... the Farmer's also kinda a stalker...in more ways than one...

But I'm not here to argue anything, I'm just sharing some thoughts. You have a right to think whatever you want about whatever character

Overall pretty good! 👍

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