#why oh why didnt I just approach him for a second

[illimitablespaces]

I just scoured the web for photos of his tattoos from various angles and I found these two:

That boot on his upper left arm was the one I needed to identify, and in the second, there's the spiderweb on his right elbow...

So--I did indeed see Orville Peck this morning, walking his dog...

What a thing

It appears Orville Peck was in Union Square this afternoon, and I had no idea.

What a thing it would have been to at least have seen him, if not offer my thanks for his work and what it has meant to me.

[emmaxdelicate]

BACK TO YOU | op81 x reader

summary: after years apart, Oscar returns but you're engaged, and you've got to make a decision.

warnings: angst, making out, infidelity, unresolved feelings, the timeline is absolutely not accurate but i didn't know how to put this up.

word count: 4k

pairings: oscar piastri x fem!best friend!reader

a/n: wrote this on the train omw to see sabrina(WHATT), I picture the mom as maryl streep cause i just watched mamma Mia.

Year 2005 - 4 years old

Oscar is the first friend you ever remember having.

The day your mother decided to visit her friend's house definitely changed your whole life.

Seeing the brown haired little boy, same age as you, standing there looking at you and asking you to play with him– you didn't know it then, but it would shape your life.

After some couple of visits at your mom's friend house, you became friends.

He didn't go to the same school as you, but that was okay. Quickly, almost all of your evenings were spent with him at the playground, getting ice cream together or playing in his backyard.

Year 2007 - 6 years old

It was time for both of you to start primary school and– oh– how happy you were when you found out that Oscar was going to be in your same school.  Having him by your side made everything feel less scary.

"I told you we'd always stay together" he said, smiling at you in front of the school entrance.

"You didn't tell me that," you giggled "you said we'd always be friends."

"Same thing," he shrugged "but now we get to have lunch together!"

Your smile widened, but it quickly turned into a half-frown. "What if we're not in the same class?"

Oscar's face smile for a second. "Then I promise we'll find eachother at every break."

"You promise?"

"I promise." He held out his pinky finger to you.

You quickly intertwined yours with his. His words made you feel happier.

And as you spetted in the new school side by side, you knew that as long as you two were with eachother, everything would've been okay.

2010 - 9 years old

By now, you and Oscar had become inseperable. Every morning, you would find eachother in front of school without even trying, and then in the afternoon you raced for who could get to the park first.

But some things were starting to change.

He started spending more time with the boys in your class. The ones who talked about soccer all the time and things you didn't really care about. You really didn't mind–or at least, you told yourself you didn't– but some days, you felt like he was silently slipping away.

One day, when the bell rang, you ran outside like always, expecting for him to follow. But he didn't.

You turned around, he was already walking off with them, he didn't even turn around.

You hesitated, then swallowed the lump in your throat and sat down on the swing alone.

Few minutes later, you heard footsteps approaching.

"Are you okay?" Oscar's voice cut through the silence.

You looked up, surprised "I thought you were playing with them."

"I was, but then I saw you. Why didnt you come over?"

You kicked at the dirt "Didn't think you'd notice."

Oscar frowned. “Of course, I noticed.” He sat down on the swing next to you, bumping his shoulder against yours. “You’re my best friend.”

The knot in your chest loosened, just a little. “Even if you like soccer now?”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t even like it that much.” Then, a smirk. “Besides, none of them can beat me in a race across the field like you can.”

You grinned despite yourself. “Obviously.”

And just like that, everything felt okay again.

Year 2013 - 12 years old

Oscar has recently started to get into karting. He talked about cars all the time, sometimes you had to pretend that you understood whatever he was telling you– but you listened anyway, because he was oscar.

He also started racing, and you were there every single time.

"Are you nervous?" You asked him as he sat on the edge of his kart, helmet resting on his lap.

He shrugged, "Not really," but you could see how his fingers tightened around the strap.

You raised an eyebrow. "Liar."

He let out a small laugh. "Okay, maybe a little." He sighed and glanced towards the track. "I just... I want to win."

"You will." Your voice was steady, like you weren't even a bit unsure.

——

You stood on the side of the track, watching as Oscar steered through the curves with ease.

He was good. Better than you had expected.

Each turn, each overtake—it was like he belonged there. The quiet, sometimes awkward boy you grew up with had disappeared the moment he put on that suit, replaced by someone confident, sharp, and completely in control.

When he crossed the finish line in second place, you swore you had never cheered so loud in your life.

He found you right after, breathless, his hair a mess as he took off his helmet. “Second,” he said, like he couldn’t believe it himself.

“You were amazing,” you grinned.

He exhaled, running a hand through his damp hair. “I wanted to win.”

You rolled your eyes. “You will. Next time.”

He looked at you for a second, then nodded. “Yeah. Next time.”

And he did. It was the first of many, and you were there every single time.

But what you didn’t know—what neither of you knew—was that each race was bringing him closer to something bigger. Something that, one day, might take him away from you.

Year 2014 - 13 years old

You liked him. Not Oscar. Another boy from school. He was nice, funny, and, for some reason, he actually paid attention to you.

You're not sure when it all started. Maybe when he smiled at you on the hallway, maybe when he sat next to you in class. And when he turned to you to ask you something, you sometimes wonder what it'd be like if he like you back.

He didn't. You just had to learn the hard way.

You overheard him talking to some other boys about a girl from anothe class. About how she was so cute and nice. And just like that, every hope you had just shattered.

You didn't want it to show, so you just tried to act normal.

But of course, Oscar noticed.

"What's wrong?" He asked later that day at your house, both pretending to watch some movie.

"Nothing." You mumbled, curled up against the armrest.

He didn't buy it. "Come on," he nudged your  knee with his, "just tell me."

"It's stupid." You exhaled, moving it away.

And then he just stayed silent. Like he always did. Always just being there, so that you knew you could always talk to him.

"I liked someone," you admitted finally. "And he likes someone else.

He stayed quiet for a bit. "He's an idiot then." He finally spoke up.

You let out a little, quiet laugh. "That doesn't really help."

"But it's true," his voice was steady. "If he can't see how great you are than he's not worth it"

Something about how he said that made your heart twist. Too sincere– too Oscar.

You swallowed, forcing a smile. "You have to say that, you're my best friend."

He shook his head and looked at you like he wanted to say more. But instead, he just pulled you in for an hug. You rested your head on his shoulder.

The ache in chest was still there, but with Oscar by your side it didn't feel quite as heavy.

And maybe, just maybe, you were looking for love in the wrong place.

Year 2015 - 14 years old

He wouldn’t look at you. That was the first sign.

Oscar always looked at you, even when he was lying, even when he was nervous. But today, he kept his eyes on the ground, his fingers pulling at the loose threads on the sleeve of his hoodie.

You were sitting at your usual spot—your spot—at the park just down the street from his house. It was warm out, the kind of late afternoon that begged for peace and quiet. Instead, you were waiting for the moment that would change everything.

“So… I’m leaving.”

Your stomach twisted. “What do you mean leaving?”

“For karting. It’s getting serious. There’s a team in England that wants me full-time. I’ll be based there from now on.”

The words hit like static—sharp and hard to focus on.

“What? For how long?”

He hesitated. “I don’t know. A while. Maybe… permanently.”

You blinked at him, trying to process it. You knew he was talented. You knew karting was becoming more than just a weekend hobby. But this—moving—leaving you—

“And you’re just telling me now?”

“I didn’t know how,” he said quickly. “I didn’t want you to be mad.”

“Mad? Oscar, I’m not mad. I’m—” you cut yourself off, biting the inside of your cheek. “I’m just not ready for this.”

He finally looked at you. His eyes were soft, guilty. “I don’t want to leave you behind.”

“But you are.”

Silence settled between you. And maybe that was the worst part—there was no real villain in this. No one to blame. Just timing. Just growing up.

You forced a smile. “I always knew you’d go off and do something big.”

He shifted closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re part of that, you know. I wouldn’t have made it this far without you.”

Your throat burned. “Doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

And when he hugged you that night—longer than usual, tighter than ever—you tried not to wonder if it was the beginning of the end.

Because if it was, you didn’t want to let go.

––

Later that summer, he left.

You didn’t cry when he told you the exact date. You didn’t cry when you helped him fold his shirts into that stupid suitcase. And you didn’t cry when his parents invited you to come to the airport with them.

But the second you saw him standing at the gate, ticket in hand, eyes searching for you in the crowd—your chest cracked.

“Do you really have to go?”

He nodded slowly. “I do.”

There was no excitement in his face. Not right now. Just a kind of sad acceptance, like he hated this part of the dream as much as you did.

“I hate you,” you whispered. It was a lie.

“I know,” he said, pulling you into his arms.

You buried your face into his shoulder, breathing him in like it was the last time—because maybe it was. He was warm. Familiar. Yours.

But not for much longer.

“Don’t forget me.”

“I couldn’t if I tried.”

They called his flight. This was it.

You were holding back tears, teeth pressing into your lip so hard it hurt. And then, suddenly, he took your hand.

“There’s something I need to say before I go.”

He looked terrified—but not of the flight. Of this. Of you.

“I like you.”

Your heart stopped.

“I think I’ve liked you for a long time,” he continued, voice soft and rushed, like if he didn’t say it now, he never would. “But I’m leaving, and it’s not fair to ask you to wait for me or promise anything right now.”

You blinked quickly, unsure if this was real or some dream your brain would make up just to hurt you.

“But I will come back,” he said. “And when I do… I’m going to love you. Really. Properly.”

He squeezed your hand. “If you’ll let me.”

You nodded, lips trembling. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

Then he leaned in and kissed your cheek. Just once. Warm, gentle, trembling.

“I’ll see you soon. I promise” He pulled you into one last hug.

And then he turned and walked away.

And you stood there, full of hope and something like a promise.

Even though part of you already feared what time and distance could do.

Year 2025 - 24 years old

It's not like you forgot about him, about your promise. You just drifted apart.

Late night calls had become less frequent, you stopped telling him about all the things your friends did at school, and he didn't tell you much about racing.

So when you opened your hotel room door and saw him standing there, it definitely took you by surprise.

He looked older.

Not just in the way his face had changed—sharper jaw, broader shoulders—but in his eyes. Like life had moved faster for him than it should have.

You stood there in silence for a second too long.

And then he smiled, just barely.

“Hey.”

You didn’t respond right away. You weren’t sure you could.

“How did you even find me?”

“Took some digging,” he said with a small shrug. “I wasn’t sure you’d even open the door.”

“I almost didn’t.”

Another pause. You were both doing that thing—where your words stayed polite, but your eyes were begging for something real.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” he admitted. “A lot, actually.”

“Oscar—”

“Wait. Just let me say this, okay?”

You nodded, barely.

“I remembered the promise,” he said, voice quiet. “The one I made before I left. That when I came back, I’d love you.”

“That was a long time ago.”

“I know. But I meant it.”

You took a breath that hurt.

“You’re a little late.”

He blinked.

You hesitated—then stepped aside just enough for him to see the suitcase by the bed, the white dress hanging on the bathroom door, the ring on your finger.

He didn’t say anything for a long time.

And then finally, just–“Right.”

He nodded once. Like he accepted it. Like he deserved it.

And maybe he did.

“Congratulations,” he said. His voice cracked on the word, just slightly. “Really.”

You wanted to say something—anything—but he was already turning to leave.

"Oscar, wait."

You grabbed his wrist before you could even think about what you were doing.

He turned, slowly, his eyes already glassy, as if he knew—hoped—you’d stop him.

“You can’t just show up like this,” you whispered. “Say all those things and expect me to know what to do with them.”

He held your gaze like it was the last thing anchoring him to the moment.

“I don’t expect anything. I just… I needed you to know.”

“Why now?”

“Because I couldn’t keep wondering. I couldn’t keep pretending that I didn’t leave a part of me behind when I left you.”

You swallowed hard, blinking against the burn in your eyes.

“It wasn’t fair,” you said, voice cracking, “you made a promise and then disappeared.”

“I didn’t mean to forget you.”

“But you did.”

Silence. The kind that buzzed in your ears.

You still hadn’t let go of his wrist. He hadn’t tried to pull away.

“If I wasn’t getting married tomorrow…” you started, but the sentence died in your throat.

Oscar’s expression shifted—just slightly—but he didn’t smile.

“But you are.”

You nodded.

And finally, your fingers loosened their grip.

“Goodbye, Oscar.”

He didn’t say it back.

He just looked at you like you were something he'd been chasing through every racetrack, every airport, every city—and then walked away.

––

This was wrong. God, this was so wrong.

You were getting married tomorrow, for fucks sake! What were you thinking?

This was definitely a compromising situation. Pushed up against the wall with your childhood best friend's tongue down your throat.

His hands wandered over your hips, and your arms were on the nape of his neck.

You two pulled away to breathe. He was giving in again. "Wait– Osc."

He looked at you, breathless. "What?"

"I– Oh my god," You hid your face in your hands. "What am I doing?" You mumbled.

This s

This was wrong. God, this was so wrong.

You were getting married tomorrow, for fuck's sake! What were you thinking?

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He stood there, watching you, his expression unreadable. He opened his mouth, then closed it, like he wasn’t sure what to say. He wasn’t sure if he should say anything.

"I don’t know." His voice was low, broken. "I just… I missed you."

His words hung in the air, heavy, suffocating. He was looking at you like he hadn't been able to breathe properly for years. And now, here you were—seconds from doing something you would both regret.

But the way he was looking at you—the way he used to—it pulled at something deep inside you. Something you’d buried away so long ago.

"Oscar…" You tried to pull away, but his hands didn’t let you. He was still there, holding on, as if somehow he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers if he let go.

"Don’t… don’t walk away again." His voice cracked, barely audible. It was the sound of a man begging for something he knew he couldn’t have.

"I’m getting married tomorrow," you whispered, barely believing the words yourself.

But he didn’t move. Didn’t step back. Instead, his grip tightened, like he couldn’t bear to let you go, even if you were the one slipping away.

"I don’t care," he said quietly. "I should’ve cared sooner, I know. But I didn’t. And now I do."

You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of his hands on your skin. This was wrong, so wrong—but the way he was looking at you, like he could take you back in time to when everything was simpler, made it harder to think. Harder to do the right thing.

"We can’t do this," you finally said, pulling away just enough to breathe. "I’m not that girl anymore. And you… You’re not that boy. We’ve changed."

Oscar’s gaze faltered. For a moment, you almost saw him as the boy you once knew—the one who promised to come back for you, the one who swore he’d love you one day. But that was a long time ago.

"Maybe not," he said softly. "But part of me still believes in that promise."

And it broke you. Because a part of you still believed in it too.

––

Your heart was racing in your chest like it never had before. The weight of what you've done crushing you.

You'd always hated cheaters. People who couldn't keep their promises. You weren't supposed to be like this.

But now, standing here in the wreckage of your life, you realized that you weren’t just mad at yourself for breaking your own rules. You were mad at yourself for ignoring your own truth. The one you’d buried deep inside, behind the engagement, behind the plans for a future you weren’t even sure you wanted anymore.

So, in a daze, you grabbed your phone and called the one person you always turned to when everything felt like it was falling apart.

"Mom…" Your voice cracked before you could say more.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Her voice was calm, but you could hear the worry underneath.

"I don’t know what I’m doing," you whispered. "I just—I’m about to make the biggest mistake of my life, and I don’t even know if I can stop it."

There was a long silence on the other end. Your mother had always been the type to let you figure things out on your own, but this time, she didn’t rush to fill the silence.

"Tell me what’s going on," she finally said.

And you did. You told her everything. About Oscar showing up at your hotel room, about the kiss, about the overwhelming weight of your engagement, your future, the promises made and broken.

When you finished, you didn’t hear your mother’s usual comfort or reassurances. Instead, she said something that caught you completely off guard.

"You don’t owe anyone anything, sweetheart." Her voice softened. "You owe it to yourself to be happy. You’ve spent so much time trying to make everyone else happy, trying to live up to what everyone expects from you… but what do you want?"

You stared at the floor, feeling the weight of her words settle over you.

"I don’t know anymore," you admitted. "I thought I did. I thought I was ready. But now—"

"Listen to your heart. If you’re not sure, if it doesn’t feel right, then maybe it’s time to let go. I know you’ve always wanted to do the right thing, but maybe the right thing is following your own path, not the one you’ve been forced to follow."

You closed your eyes, the rush of emotions overwhelming. Your mom was right.

You had been suffocating under the weight of a life you thought you wanted, one that was supposed to be perfect, but was anything but. You weren’t sure what it would look like when you took a different path, but staying on the one you were on was killing you.

"I can’t do this to myself anymore," you whispered. "I’m not happy, Mom. I don’t want to marry him."

Your mom was quiet for a long moment, then spoke softly.

Then don’t. You’re not the same person you were when you made those plans. Do what makes you happy, honey."

And with that, something inside you clicked. You were finally seeing yourself clearly, for the first time in a long while.

You didn’t need to keep running from the truth.

––

The next morning, you made a decision.

You packed your things, your mind made up. You had a lifetime of mistakes to make, but you wouldn’t make this one.

So you wrote a letter. Left it on the bed. Saying you were extremely sorry, that you knew this wasn't a you thing to do, but you just had to.

Then you found Oscar at the lobby

He was standing by the reception, glancing around like he’d been waiting for something, someone. As soon as he saw you, his face lit up with a cautious hope, like he was unsure if this moment would play out the way he wanted it to. But when you walked up to him, he didn’t wait for you to say anything.

“You came.” His voice was softer than you remembered, and it cut through the confusion you’d been living in for the past few hours.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. His eyes never left yours, full of questions you weren’t sure you had answers for.

“Oscar, I—” Your voice faltered. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I thought I had it all figured out. But I don’t. I thought I could make this work, this life with him, but I can’t. Not when... not when it’s not right.”

Oscar’s eyes searched yours, and for a moment, the room felt like it had paused. You saw the same man you had known since childhood, the one who had always been there, the one who always understood, and yet... this was new. It was different. But it was still him. And you realized, suddenly, that you were still you—the same person you had been, just someone who had learned how to make choices for herself, even if it meant breaking the mold you’d been trying to fit into.

> “Are you saying you—” he began, voice uncertain.

You didn’t need to let him finish. You took a step closer, your hands trembling slightly as you reached for his. “I’m saying that I can’t get married tomorrow. I don’t love him the way I thought I did. I love you, Oscar. I always have.”

The words hung in the air, thick with years of unspoken promises. Oscar’s breath caught, and for a moment, he looked at you like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Then, without another word, he pulled you into his arms, holding you like he had been waiting for this moment, too.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” he whispered into your hair.

“I’ve always known,” you murmured, eyes closing. “But I had to figure it out for myself.”

He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone as he smiled at you, a smile that reached his eyes and softened everything around you.

"So what now?” he asked softly. “Do we... do we start over?”

You nodded, feeling something click inside you. Something you hadn’t realized was missing until now.

“Yeah, we do,” you said with a quiet determination. “Together.”

And as you stood there wrapped in his arms, you knew one thing for sure: this was the right choice. You weren’t just choosing him—you were choosing yourself, and what was meant to be.

[sukuslutx]

Just the two of us. — R. Sukuna

— for just how long could you keep up the tough act?

Feat. true form!Sukuna, fem!reader

CW: minor death (of an npc), blood, rough sex turned soft kinda, you are also a jujutsu sorcer with a cursed technique, breeding,he has two dicks, hair pulling, Sukuna being a tease, angst if you squint – also kinda not proofread

wc ~ 4.9k

Note: My biggest red flag gotta be thinking I could personally be such a bitch to him and still get away with it.

''Sukuna-sama called for you'', you hear the maid say in a lowly tone, barely audible against the backdrop of your contemplative gaze out the window into the lush gardens below. The day held promise in its sun-kissed embrace, yet a subtle disquiet lingered in the air. You grinned at your own reflection in the mirror, pausing your makeup adjustments, acknowledging the maid with a simple nod before she retreated.

You got off the chair and made your way there, a soft melody dancing from your lips as you traversed the halls to Sukuna's chambers. Irritatation and annoyance both suddenly washing over you as you heard the loud sounds coming from inside the room. You supressed a sigh and instead giggled to yourself as you opened the door and entered.

''Sukuna-sama, feels so good'', the woman on his lap babbling, fucked out of her mind already as she was mindlessly bouncing on him. You noticed that he didnt actually give a single care about the woman in front of him when his eyes met yours. He knew you were watching, flashing you an annoying grin. The next thing he felt was blood splashing on his face. The woman's head exploding right in front of him.

''So fucking loud, such a bother'', you said as you approached him. Whatever was left of the body falling backwards and off his lap, you kick it to the side out the way as you stood in front of him.

''Why must you make me do this shit'', your tone annoyed as you pressed your hands onto his chest.

''It's quite entertaining dont you think'', he looks down at you, one pair of his hands coming to grab your hips. You leaned in closer, your lips curling into a smirk as you met Sukuna's gaze with a mixture of amusement and defiance. "Entertaining, perhaps'', your lips brushed over his but just as they were about to connect completely you move your head back, „but I tire of cleaning up after your messes," you retorted, your voice dripping with disdain.

Sukuna chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on your hips as he pulled you closer. "Oh, but my dear, you will always do anything for me, would you not?" he remarked, his tone laced with mockery.

You gritted your teeth, suppressing the urge to lash out at him. Instead, you forced a smirk and pushed against his chest, breaking free from his grasp. "I excel at many things, Sukuna," you countered, your voice ice-cold, "but indulging your whims may not be one of them anymore."

Sukuna's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and something else, something darker and more primal. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice low and husky as he took a step closer to you, his presence overwhelming.

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. Despite your best efforts to resist, a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine, igniting a fire deep within you that threatened to consume you whole. It was always like this with him. You hate that he was right, you would do anything for him, hell you would bend over backwards if he demanded without a second thought, but he was the same.

''I still don't get why you need these lowly women, when you know that no one can satisfy you like I do'', you spoke back at him, your voice laced with an icy edge as you came closer to him again pushing him back onto his chair. ''Perhaps so, but it makes the sex better overall when I get you worked up'', he chuckles.

''Stop talking'', you tell him as you move down to your knees in between his spread legs. Two of his dicks towering in front of you as you licked your lips deliciously. Amusement danced in his eyes as you brazenly mirrored his demeanor, your defiance is always such a delightful spectacle. None dared to challenge him, yet you, with your unwavering spirit still did, unafraid of the consequences that might follow. You weren't scared of death, to be honest dying by his hands would probably be the best way to go out, you thought.

You flashed him a smirk as you took one of his dicks in your mouth while lazily stroking the other. ''I'll ruin you'', was all he said as he suddenly jolted feeling your teeth grazing his dick. He quickly yanked you by the hair and up to meet his face. Yet, rather than recoil from his grasp, you met his gaze head-on, a defiant smirk playing upon your lips."Don't threaten me with a good time, big guy," you quipped, your voice laced with lust, daring to challenge the formidable force that held you in his grasp.

Sex between the two of you was never romantic, never soft nor gentle. For that you needed a pure kind of love, and that was something neither of you had. In the tumultuous dance between you and him, love in its conventional form was an elusive phantom. Instead, what bound you together was a volatile concoction of desire and obsession, a toxic essence that ignited flames of passion even as it left scars upon your soul.

''You still got that fitlhy mouth on you little minx, one day ill manage to fuck that behaviour out of you'', he dragged you by the hair and threw you onto the bed. You squirmed up to him quickly ''but you love it, do you not?''.

He just scoffed back in response. ''Thought so'', you pushed him to lay down as you crawled up his chest, tracing it with your tongue. Your hands tracing his inked skin. Gosh you knew and memorized every inch of him. You positioned yourself to sit on his face, untangling the garments you've been covered with. No underwear underneath, after all it was the most convenient. You lowered your soaking wet pussy onto his face. A barely audiable sound escaped your lips, you can't believe that what got you this wet was killing that woman right in front of Sukuna. You suddenly get pulled from your short train of thoughts as you felt Sukuna's mouth attach to your folds in an instant. He inhaled your scent, fuck he could never get tired of it, the way you taste, that was his opium. Two of his hands snaking around your thighs pulling you down onto him, while the other two moved up your body to your breast as he gave them a squeeze. He started his assault onto your aching core, just with his tongue. He knew all of your weak spots so he didn't need much more. You began grinding on his mouth, soft moans already escaping your lips. You could be loud but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction this soon. He was so good at this, after all you did it so many times, how could he not be. The sensation of his tongue inside you was just otherworldly.

His lips lapped on your folds, his tongue proding into your hole, he moved one of his hand up to your lips waiting for you to take a hint and take his fingers in your mouth. You slightly opened your mouth to let him enter, tongue already lapping onto his fingers, coating them with your spit. „Good girl“, he mummbles, almost inaudiable from the squelching noises of your pussy. He moved his hand lower snaking it behind you and to your other hole. You let out a hiss as you felt his fingers proding inside. He started to bully them inside of you, his tongue still assaulting your pussy. Stimulated from both ends you started to feel dizzy. One of the hands that was on your hips now moving down to your clit, he pressed on it and started circling his thumb over it, just enough to drive you crazy. He looked up at you, scanning your features, he took a mental note of your expression, this would truly fuel his ego more than it already has. He was a damn tease though. It could go two ways with him, he will either overstimulate you, giving you one orgasm after another to the point your fingers turn pale white from clenching on anything that you could grab or he would edge you but not giving you the release you needed or until you reached an orgasm so pathetic that only left you needing more. Unfortunately for you, today he felt more like doing the latter. So, just as you were about to reach the point of ecstasy, that faimiliar knot forming in your stomach, hands tangling and gripping his hair, eyes turning back, suddenly it all stopped as he forcefully moved you off of his face.

„I cant believe you got this wet from what? Killing that woman?, you might be sicker than me“, he chuckled, his gaze directed towards you. You were already annoyed, he edged you. Not even giving you that sweet release. Fucking prick you thought.

„Why are you pouting all of a sudden? Wanted to cum?, oh my poor baby“, he laughed, „Ya know how many times I told you if you want something take it for yourself. Now, ride me“

He moved up to the headrest leaning onto it, you crawled up to him once again.

„Just shut up and stay still“, you climbed over his lap your pussy that was just moments ago cleanching over air now is just above his dicks. You never really did foreplay much, nor did he bother. You could take the pain, you relinquished in it. He loved that about you though, you could take anything he gives you with a shit eating grin on your face.

Your hand slipped behind you, coming into contact with his dicks as you positioned them to be at each of your holes. „Fuck, are you just going to push them in like that?“, Sukuna grunted one of his hands grabbing your neck, squeezing it just enough to excite you. You hissed from the stretch and you could only feel the tips of his dicks. ''Ngh- shit.'', you bit down hard on your bottom lip.

''Ho-, does it hurt?'', he cuckled squeezing your throat just a little bit tighter. You looked directly into his eyes with a cold gaze. If he were anyone else you might've made him shiver. „Fuck you“, you spat at him as you bottomed out completely onto his dicks. Fuck, it hurt like a bitch, it was taking everything in you to surpress a loud scream that was threatening to escape your sweet lips. You still manage to amaze him, even after all of these years you still had it in you to do so.

On your end, your thoughts were all over the place, fuck, you did this so many times why was your body feeling strange. You had to agree with the bastard, you were a sick fuck just like him. Both of your holes felt like they were being torn in half, yet riding him just now didn't feel bad at all. Why were you so aroused over a fucked up situation. It's all cus of him, you thought. He brought the worst in you, but was it really that bad when you yourself enjoyed it to the last bit. „Ha- you fucking bastard“, you looked at him nothing but a grin on his face as he was analysing your features. „What the fuck are you grinning at?“, you looked down at his prominent chest your hands moving up his torso. „Wish you could see yourself right now“, his lips smirking while anger bubbles up within you.

„Why you-„ you suddenly got cut off, your breath stuck in your throat as he thrusted himself up forcefully into you, the stretch even more prominent. By reflex you tried to push him down and squirm on his lap, and he does halt his movements seemingly complying, but only to thurst up once again a bit more forcefully. This time you were falling forward onto his muscular chest. Your mouth fell open as you felt the tips of his dicks hitting so deep in both your holes, and Sukuna already reveled in the way you completely started to fall apart on his dicks. You pushed yourself back up, face contorting with pleasure.

„When will your little brain understand,..“, Sukuna spoke as he placed two of his hands on your waist gripping it harshly as he moved you up his dicks, „that you can't ever win“, he grinned so annoyingly while looking at you as he forcefully pulled you down bottoming out once again, filling both your holes just perfectly, „against me“. You screamed out, not being able to hold yourself back any longer. „Ahh- FUCK.“, your back arched deliciously in his hold, both your holes twitching as you felt almost as if you were losing control over your body for a moment there. The sweet pain turning into pleasure real quick. You had to turn this around, you couldn't just let him have his fun nor overpower you just yet. You will let him have his fun later, you thought, but for now you'll try to be equal on this battlefield. Your next action wasn't calculated, it just crossed your mind as you saw his prominent chest. His nipples were always sensitive, that was something no one knew but you. After all, you were the only one who was actually allowed to put your hands on him. Due to his strong grip on your hips and your legs already starting to get weak, you couldnt get out of his hold, so instead, you traced his chest with your hands as you reached up to one of his nipples and pinched it- hard. He instantly hissed, his movements stuttering a bit already, overwhelmed by the sudden sensation he felt. „Ho-?“, you murmered, flashing him a smirk, as you pinched it harder.

„Don't test me“, he grunted, almost completely halting now all of his movements.

„Oh- I think I just might“, you giggled as you leaned forwards onto him, latching your mouth on one his nipples in an instant, still continuing your assault on the other, rolling it between your fingers. You could hear him groan loudly but he wasn't doing anything to stop your actions. „Hah- whats wrong Sukuna-sama, getting weak on me now?“ Another hiss coming out of his lips as he felt you bite down on his nipple. He won't admit he was enjoying this, and you knew that your fun will soon be over and just then one of his arms reached up, tangled into your hair and yanked you off of him. „Did you have your fun“, his face just inches away from yours.

„Hmm-“, before you even got to answer you were already pulled off of him and thrown back onto the bed. „I suppose it's my turn then“, the look in his eyes was a wild one, anyone else in your place would be shuddering in fear from it, but not you. The endless possibilities of what he might do next excited you beyond comprehension. You didn't even have the time to react before he was already towering over you. One of his arms cupping both of yours and pinning them above your head; the third one coming into contact with your neck squeezing it just right, while the other two grabbed both of your legs pushing your knees up to your chest as he had you fully pinned down to the matress like that. You tried to squirm unsuccessfully, you hated how your aching core got even wetter from the way he could just so easily restrain you. Actually, who were you kidding, you loved a man that could challenge you, and even manage to dominate you. You were turned on by the helplessnes you felt under him. He brought his face closer to you so you decided to use up the opportunity, and with some strenght you have left pushing your head up until your lips met his. He grinned into the kiss as he instantly gave in. Your lips clashing and fighting for dominance over one another, tongues dancing with each other. As you were about to detach your lips from his you bit down on his bottom lip hard, drawing blood. You instantly licked it up, the metallic taste clouding your mind, „Fuck me, hard“ you murmered over his lips as your head fell back onto the matress again. A grin so wide decorating his face. He didn't need to say anything, his facial expression was telling you everything you needed to know. There was a spark in his eyes that was about to ignite any second now, both of his dicks aching more than they have been. In a single thurst he bottomed out, both your holes felt full again. A soft gasp and a pityful moan leaving your lips as he started pounding into you, there was no holding back any longer. The perverted sounds of skin on skin contact grew louder and louder as both your holes were drooling from the delicious stretch of his thick size and lenght. The hand around your throat squeezing it a little tighter than before, restricting your oxygen. You started to feel dizzy from the feeling, yet you still grinned, you must be out of your mind. The sensation was one that seemed eternally foreign, a sensation you believed you could never grow accustomed to.

He looked so beautiful towering over you, his visage that others might find monstrous and repulsive held an inexplicable allure for you. As your eyes met his, a spark ignited within you, a spark that seemed to dance in the depths of your soul. But why were these thoughts invading your mind? You shook your head abruptly, as if to disperse the unwelcome intruders, desperately attempting to push away any notion that threatened to breach the fragile barrier you had built around your heart. Did you truly need to remind yourself once more of the nature of the connection between the two of you? You prayed fervently that he hadn't caught wind of any of this.

„Ah, whats that look in your eyes sweetheart, if i didn't know you, I would think you are in love or something“, he chuckled, thrusting into you.

„Fucking bastard-„, you just groaned, already annoyed over such a statement.

„Now, now-„ he grinned, as he began to pick up the pace of his movements. The hands that were holding your legs, pressing your knees to your chest, tightening their grip as his hips rammed into you harder and harder. You hissed, the sensation starting to be painful. His hips strained as he kept forcing himself in and out of you. The intensity of his thrusts making you jolt in the bed. You felt his grip on your hands starting to loosen until he let them completely free. Taking the opportunity you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him closer down. You started biting along his jawline moving down to his neck, leaving visible marks on purpose. You knew he wouldn't heal them, you wanted them to be as visible as possible. You were reaching your high again, and you can feel he was too, so you squeezed around him just perfectly, tipping both of you over the edge. With a loud groan he emptied himself inside you, coating your walls white. He could see that familiar white circle forming around his dicks from your own juices. You knew this was far from over but you took the liberty to try and calm down, both of your holes sensitive. It was short lived.

„On all fours for me“, he wasn't asking, it was a demand but fuck if you were ever the obedient one.

„No“, you responded with a scoff, you were always the one to test his limits. You felt him pull out of you as he grabbed your hips tightly. His nails leaving creasent moon patterns where they bruised your delicate skin. He pulled you towards the end of the bed and flipped you around onto your stomach, your ass up.

Sukuna pulled your folds apart with one hand and same for the other hole, as he admired the view of your arousal and his cum dripping out and down to your thighs. The thoughts of brutalizing your already sensitive holes and emptying himself over and over again inside of you clouded his mind, both of his dicks impossibly hard again.

„Well, remember you fucking asked for this“, your eyes went wide as Sukuna harshly thrusted into you once again, but this time picking up the pace instantly as his hips slammed into you. You grabbed the sheets of the bed and squeezed them as some makeshift support. As he relentlesly pummeled into your holes, you were succumbed with pleasure once again, he felt insanely bigger from this angle, the feeling beginning to turn your brain into mush. Each of his thrusts calculated, he knew how to make you go insane, and as he kept going you were slowly losing touch with reality, mumbling things as you lost control of what you were saying. The feeling so heavenly, as your approached another orgasm.

''Suku-, ah... feeels so good-„ you moaned, your soft voice was like music to his ears, as they perked up. He wanted to hear more. „Hm? What was that-, mind repeating it for me?“, you might not see him but you knew he was grinning down at you. The thought of his smug face right now made you want to turn around and smash his beautiful face in.

„Fuck you“, you bit back as you tried your best to get ahold of yourself despite the pleasure he was giving you. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of being in control any longer but the feeling was so infatuating. In an instant you jolted, as you felt a harsh smack on your ass, leaving a red handprint that will most likely bruise. You hissed from the sting, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on even more than you already were. If it were even possible the smirk on Sukuna's face got wider as he continued to fuck you; your ass just perfectly bouncing off of him, taking him so well like you always did. He wanted you at his mercy, he loved that you never gave in so quickly without a fight, it was like a tugawar between the two of you, but nevertheless he knew that he could always make you crumble. You made him too, on several occassions, but right now he wanted the satisfaction of you begging for him, for his cocks, calling his name over and over again like some prayer.

He decided to pull out suddenly, your body falling flat on the matress. You instantly turned around, letting out a whine. The feeling of emptiness and lack of stimulation bubbling up within you. „You did it again, you prick“, your voice full of irritation as you glared at him.

„If you want to cum, I'll need you to beg for it“, he retorted, grinning back at you.

„Like hell I will“, you bit back, frustrated about the situation once again.

„Well, we'll see about that“, he taunted. The next thing you know, he rested once again back leaning on the bedrest as he picked your sensitive body and positioned you onto his lap. However, he was holding you just above his aching dicks. Both your holes barely grazing the tips. Your hands were on his shoulder while he held you up with two of his. You squirmed around, wanting to just feel full again, but his tight grip on your hips never let you do so.

„Beg.“

„No.“, you responded, trying once again to squirm in his hold but failing miserably. He latched his lips onto your neck, kissing, biting and sucking, harshly as always. He wanted to leave as many marks as possible. His bites drawing blood that he licked right up. You were biting down on your lip, containing any sound that might slip but the soft moans he oh so loved still found their way out. One of his hands traced down your body until it reached your sensitive clit. His lips attaching to yours as he started teasingly circling over your bundle of nerves. He wanted to make you crumble in his hold. You moaned into the kiss, hands tangling into his hair. This feeling was different. It almost seemed like one between true lovers. You blinked the thought away as you dettached yourself from this lips, catching your breath before connecting them again. The teasing sensation of his fingers over your clit wasn't enough anymore. You needed more, you needed him. All different emotions washed over you and before you knew it you were already crumbling slowly.

„Please-„ it came out breathy.

„Please what?“, he looked into your eyes. Sukuna immersed himself in the current moment, a storm of conflicting emotions roiled within him as he heard your voice as soft as that. Were you ever before like that, he doesn't recall but it was different.

„Please, I need you-„ you spoke softly again, burrying your face into his shoulder. He just hummed, tightening the grip on your hips as he dragged you down onto his lenght completely. You let out a shrill scream from the sudden stretch again, but quickly composed yourself as it turned into breathy moans and pleads for more and more. You could feel the coil in your stomach form again as the pleasure he was givng you was everything you needed and more. You squeezed around him, wanting to make him feel good like he did for you. His hands were roaming over your body and lips tracing from your jaw to your neck so possessively. You loved the sounds that he would make when he was being satisfied.

On his part with each possessive touch and primal growl that escaped his lips, he reveled in the raw intensity of your connection at the moment. His actions that were always fueled by a hunger that bordered on obsession, yet, beneath the veneer of dominance and control, there simmered a quiet unease—a gnawing realization of the transient nature of this connection you both shared.

He picked up his pace, his hips slamming up into you from below as his lips never left yours. Drinking up every sound he got out of you. He looked at you closely, analysing your features. Your eyes were closed so you didn't notice him staring.

You were a mere mortal, he thought, a fragile wisp of mortality destined to fade into oblivion like countless others before you. And though the thought should have brought satisfaction, a perverse sense of power, instead it left him with a hollow ache. He surely wouldn't miss you though, right? Someone else will come and replace you.

His fingers traced over your sensitive bud once again, as his pace never once faltered. You were so close to your high, your moans were getting louder, as the sensation grew more and more pleasurable, he could feel you tighten even more around him.

„Cum for me“, he spoke in between the kisses he was tracing down your neck and that was all you needed to get tipped over the edge and completely crumble around him. He soon followed, painting your walls white and as he claimed you with a ferocity born of desperation, he pushed aside these fleeting moments of tenderness that threatened to break through the facade of indifference. He was not one for softness, for gentle caresses and whispered endearments. No, he was a creature of darkness and dominance.

And yet, amid the brutality of your coupling as it was from the very beginning, there still lingered a silent acknowledgment—a begrudging respect for the mortal who dared to challenge him, to stand toe-to-toe with him and demand satisfaction.

Sukuna found himself surrendering to the moment, reveling in the raw power of your connection even as he braced himself for the inevitable moment when you would slip away, leaving behind nothing but a fading memory. So after satisfying the hunger that had drawn you together, you rose from the tangled sheets, retrieving your discarded robe from the floor. Sukuna watched you with an intensity that made your skin tingle, his gaze lingering on your retreating form as you moved to leave..

"Where are you going?" his voice, low and commanding broke the silence, ''you won't sleep here?''.

You bit down on your bottom lip, torn between the desire to stay and the need to protect yourself from the inevitable heartache that would surely follow. "You know we don't do that," you murmured softly, the words heavy with unspoken longing.

''Right..'' he spoke back. Even though you held yourself good he noticed the shift within you but he decided not to bring it up.

''Goodnight Sukuna...'', you whispered.

He just hummed in response as you turned your back to him and closed the door behind you. As you slipped away into the predawn silence, you couldn't help but wonder if he could hear the words you couldn't bring yourself to say. You could keep up the tough act for a while more... couldnt you?

[nightmare-niko]

Welcome Home [Childhoodbestfriend!Coryo x reader]

Warnings: TBOSAS spoilers, angst, two idiots in love, too cute for your own good tbh, no use of Y/n

A/n: Im still getting back in the swing of fanfic writing but if you have any other characters from The Hunger Games universe you want me to write for just lmk!!!!

Copying or translating my writing is not allowed. If you see my work on another site it is stolen. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

Childhoodbestfriend!coryo who searches for your face in the crowded train station, and when he finally sees you, his knees almost gave in.

The two of you didn’t leave off on the best of terms (he blew you off the second he met Lucy Gray) and Coriolanus didn’t think you’d show up to welcome him home.

But there you were.

There in the crowd you stood, nervously playing with the end of your hair just like you always did. You looked through the sea of faces for your best friend, at first you couldn’t see him. Perhaps you missed him? Surely not… But then, there he was. Coriolanus Snow, Your Coryo.

Before you could register what was happening you were barreling towards him. Engulfing him in a bone crushing hug that he doesn’t hesitate to return.

“Oh Coryo!” You exclaim, pulling back from the hug to get a better look at him. “Oh my goodness! Your hair! What did they do to your hair? You’re bald!” You rub your hands in his head, savoring the strange new sensation.

He laughs gently, taking your wrists in his hands and holding them close. “I am not bald! it’ll grow back before you even realize, a swear.” He pauses for a moment, staring deeply into your eyes. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you more than you can know, Coryo”

“I’m sure i missed you more,” he paused again. “Where’s Tigris?”

“Don’t worry, she’s at work, she wishes she could be here but you know how her boss is.” Coryo hums in acknowledgment, “and I talked to grandma’am earlier today and she gave me strict instructions to keep you away from your house tonight.” You take his hand and start walking your way through the platform.

“What? Why?” The grip on your hand tight, as if he’s scared to lose you.

“Oh she wouldn’t tell me, she knew I was just gonna end up telling you anyway.” Your arms brush together as you walk, to anyone else, the two of you look like the loveliest couple. “But that just means you get to spend your first day back your favorite person!”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way~”

•

“Are you sure your parents are going to be okay with me staying over?" Your parents were never the biggest fan of Coriolanus Snow, they werent fans of the Snow family at all, and when they saw him on to with that District girl they deemed him no good.

"Oh they moved out, I have the place all to myself,” as you approach us your penthouse door you pat at your pockets for the key. "I Prepared the spare room for you for. When you come over, even though you always insist on taking up my whole bed...”

"Your bed is just the most comfortable bed, ever." He raises his hands in defeate. "Your bed is big enough for the both of us."

“It’s only big enough when you sleep normally which you never do. Ever,” the two of laugh as you enter your home.

When he walks through the door of your lavish capitol penthouse, he couldn’t stop himself from crying. The house didnt look the same from when he was last here. When he was last in your penthouse, it was right after his and Clemensia Dovecoats run in with Dr. Gaul. The once colourless decor of your house was now full of life, full of you.

As the tears fell down his pale check, you turned back to look at him. You were at his side in a second, "Coryo, what’s wrong?" You wipe his tears away with the cuff of your Sleeve.

"Nothing - It's nothing really, I just missed this, You." His voice just above a whisper.

“I missed you too, more than you can know.” You smush his cheeks in between your hand.

He swats your hand away, “I’m not a kid anymore, you can’t treat me like it,” a light pink flush blooms on his ears.

“Oh nonsense! I’m your best friend, and I’m older than you so I’ll always treat you like a kid!”

“You can’t treat me like a kid when I’m president,” he jokes through quiet sobs.

"I’m never going to stop, Coryo, I’m your best friend, it’s my job to annoy you," You run your fingers through his hair.

"You’re never annoying...”

As the two of you make your way into your room. It was the same as he remembered.

"It's the same," he points out.

"What is?" you question,

"The room, you didnt change it...”

"Why would I change it? I love my room, and when my parents moved away and left me the house, I figured: Why not just make the whole place my own?"

You take off your sweater and shoes before climbing into your bed. Your eyes follow Coryo as he walks around your room, making himself at home. After taking off his shoes he joins you on your bed, tackling you in a hug, knocking you over.

“Woah!”

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, basking in his warmth. Neither of you feel the need to say anything. Sure you were curious about his time away, but you knew Coryo was tired and all you wanted was for him to be comfortable.

Oh how you’ve missed this.

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[littlevenicebiatch]

Neighbour

retired!Simonxreader

After turning fourty Simon looked around the empty barracks he was in, he took it all in, every inch of these damned halls, and he decided that something had to change. So now, six months later he had finished the big change, he had moved into a small town, a quiet neighbourhood and a new house. So when there was a knock on the door he expected a curious old lady, not a young, stunning woman such as yourself.

"Can I help ya?" He was still adapting to his new life. But your smile didnt fade. "Well, not really, I am your new neighbour." You handed him a plate of cookies and shook his hand before he could retract it. "Pleasure to meet ya..." "Simon" He pressed out. "Right, Simon." You stood there akwardly for a few seconds. "Well, uhm, I should go now." "Yeah." He replied, no hint of emotion in his voice. So you left, but like everything in his life you would return to haunt him. It started with more baked goods, even soups, you figured he was just a lonely man, how innocent you were. Then, he installed a porch, a proper one in his garden, so you decided to want one too. But a few hours in your house was a mess and your garden was full of tools you had never even heard of. "Ouch, damn it!" You yelled out, then you heard someone chuckling. You stood up and saw him-Simon watching you with a grin on his face. "Need help with that?" "I got it under control." You replied, while accidently hammering on your thummb. "Clearly." Simon shook his heand and retunred inside his house. After many more hours you decidded to go to sleep, but when you woke up in the mornign you heard loud noises coming from outside the house. Of course it was Simon, finishing off your new porch. It looked just like his, well with one exception, the bench he had built you was painted in a pastel pink colour, unlike his black one. "Simon, what are you doing?" He shrieked, looking up, ready to fight, then he saw you. "Oh, nothing." "Doesnt look like nothing to me." He shrugged as he packed up his tools. "Just returning your favours." "Thank you, Si." You had used a nickname, he liked that. "You're welcome." He simply said before leaving- again.

That night you sat on your new bench, smoking and drinking a glass of your favourite cherry wine. You looked to the side and there he was, Simon, sitting on his own bench, staring down at the floor. You approached him, bottle in one hand, cigarette in the other. "Ya know, up there is something much prettier." "huh?" He was totally lost in thought, so you decided to gently grab his chin and force him to look into the sky. "The stars, look at them." Simon did, for a while, then he looked at this beatiful womman who sat down beside him, it seemed so easy to her, like he wasnt a monster. "What are you still doing up?" "Oh I love beeing awake at night. Its so calm, no one else is around. You?" He considered lying, just saying "same" , but he felt comfortable around you, so he didnt lie. "Couldnt sleep, night terrors." "Sorry." You said silently. You were looking at him, and it felt like you really saw him, and you didnt run. You took a long drag of your cigarette before you handed it to him. He appreciated it, Simon was a smoker and you knew that damn well. You also drank from the bottle and handed it to him. Simon took a big sip and almost immediatly stared at you ith disgust in his eyes. "What the hell is this?" "Its cherry-wine." "Its shite." You shrugged. "I like it." Simon leane din slightly. "And I like you." You smiled. "I like you too." "Can I ask you a question?" "You already did." "Smart mouth" He took a drag of the ccigarette before giving it back to you. "Yes, ask me anything." "Do you... Are you..." "Spit it out, Si." "Areyousingle?" He asked, without pausing between the words. You couldnt help but giggle. "Yes, Si, I am single." "Good." "Why you asking?" Thats when he noticed the way you were dressed, you were only wearing an old shirt which barely covered your thighs. Your hair was in a messy ponytail and your mascara was smudged all over your undereyes. "Becuase.. i like you." "You said so already." "I really like you." "I really like you too." He shook his head. "You dont udnerstand. I want you, in everyy way a man can want a woman, I need you so badly it hurts me. Whenever I hear your soft knock on my damn door my heart jumps." "No Simon, you dont understand, I want you too, why cant you get that I want you?" "Becase I am terrible." "you arent to me." So you did the hard thing, the thing it took everything in your power to do- you kissed him. And he kissed you right back.

A few months later Simon moved out of his new house and into yours, now he spent his nights sitting next you, on your pink bench, and there was no need for cigarettes or wine anymore.

[just-some-random-blogger]

I don't know if you accept requests, but I'm going to risk it. Did you see the last photo of Harry Collett and Tom Taylor (the future Cregan Stark)? Could you write a Harry/Jace x reader x Tom/Cregan threesome? I'm obsessed with them

Push & Pull

It's basically Lannister tradition to create a scandal on your nameday, or maybe that's just you.

Jacaerys Velaryon x Lannister!Reader x Cregan Stark | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, jealousy?, am I the drama!YN, typos, etc.

A/N: hello nonnie! i do take requests, but i dont explicitly state it because ive been having a hard time writing. i had an idea for a jace fic when you sent this, so it felt really timely, but then that fic i went to die 💀✋ so im tryna revive my spark writing smth else. i know you said a threesome but i just 💔 the best i can do is them tryna one up each other. I AM SO HYPE FOR THEM FR FR but i didnt really see the actors' photo together, just them in the trailer

"Is that the older Velaryon boy?" I mutter to my brother in between taking a sip of wine.

Jason turns where I'm looking and takes a sip of his own wine, "indeed."

"He's rather easy on the eyes, isn't he," I smile at my Jason.

He raises a brow, "and you are rather engaged, aren't you?"

"Engaged to be engaged," I shrug, looking around the room again, "and I do not even see our man of the hour anywhere."

"Lord Stark is travelling here from Winterfell. One would expect him to be late."

"Are you not the same brother of mine that said impressions have their weight in gold?"

Jason narrows his eyes, "clearly that was Tyland."

I roll my eyes at him and look away. I quickly turn back to Jason after I notice something, "oh, look. He's coming over."

"Lady Lannister."

I avert my gaze from my brother, to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, who gives me a nod in regard.

"My prince," I smile and curtsy.

He smiles back then turns to my brother, "Lord Lannister."

Jason raises a brow and nods curtly.

"If your sister will allow it," Jacaerys turns to me, "I would like to ask her for a dance."

I giggle under my breath. I share a look with my brother. Jason assesses my expression before turning back to the dark haired man, "my sister is not accepting dances this moment."

I turn to Jacaerys as he gives me a questioning look, "may I enquire why?"

"I hurt my ankle," I mutter, "whilst getting off the carriage."

Jacaerys' forehead visibly wrinkles, "you took a carriage here?"

I purse my lips into a soft smile, "I did."

"To Casterly Rock?"

"I was visiting a lady friend who lives not too far from here."

"... I see."

Just as Jacaerys says this, the doors open, and Lord Cregan Stark's arrival is announced as he walks in. As he swaggers in, I am struck by a delicious idea.

"On second thought, my prince," I extend a hand, "my ankle is feeling rather better now."

I feel my brother give me a dirty look, but before he can say anything, I am whisked away for a dance.

Jacaerys leads me as we dance, holding my hand firmly as we glide across the floor, and pulling me closer than what was needed when the movement called for it.

The truth was, I didn't mind it, but there was nothing I loved more than putting a man in his place.

"You're being quite familiar with your touches, Jacaerys," I mutter when we as close enough.

I see his eyes light up when I call him by his first name. He chuckles, "can you blame me for wanting to be so?"

I hum as he spins me around, "I doubt many refuse your advances anyway, with the life of a princess up for prize."

Jacaerys ends up behind me as we continue with the dance. I feel his breathing as we continue with the next steps. Once we pull away and face each other again, I speak, "it is an honor to be the first."

Jacaerys looks at me in confusion when I curtsy rather than take his hand. I smile, "I have another waiting on me," then walk away.

It doesn't take long for me to weave my way out of the dancing bodies, nor to find the said person waiting for me.

I press my lips together into a soft smile as I approach the towering man, "Lord Stark."

Cregan nods and extends a hand, "my lady."

I take his hand and smile when he kisses my knuckles, "I do hope your travels were safe."

Cregan straightens up and tilts his head, "safe?"

He takes a step forward and brushes my knuckles, "I arrived to see my future bride ensnared in the jaws of a dragon."

I clasp my hands together and raise a brow, " I believe the Velaryon's sigil is that of a seahorse."

"And I believe he is set to inherit the throne after his mother, the king's appointed heir."

I purse my lips and lock eyes with Jacaerys from across the room. A moment later, I turn back to Cregan and smile, "political talk has always bored me."

He shifts on one leg, "I would not bore you on your nameday."

"Then dance with me."

Cregan takes a second, then offers me a hand.

Not a moment later, the two of us are dancing with the rest of the crowd. Cregan is much more wary with his touch, more courteous, and modest.

I cannot help but tease him with lingering touches and with the bat of my lashes, "you are surprisingly graceful for someone of your stature."

Cregan chuckles, hands gripping my waist with more intention, "perhaps the same could be said about you, my lady."

I raise a brow, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, with your injured ankle and all."

I tilt my head, eyes locked on his as we change partners. I keep my attention locked on Cregan as I come back to him the next measure.

"How do you know that?"

He tucks my hair behind my ear, "your brother told me as you danced with Jacaerys Velaryon, how you humored him, despite your reluctance."

We spin around and switch partners again.

This time, I cannot keep my attention on Cregan as I find myself face to face with Jacaerys, himself.

He immediately speaks, "I did not know you were waiting upon Cregan Stark."

I do the steps with him and purse my lips, "why would you need to know who I wait upon?"

"I thought I made it clear," the corner of his lips quirk, "I wish to be familiar."

I chuckle, taken slightly off guard, "and I thought I made it clear that I did not."

Jacaerys' hold on my hip lingers, "did you?"

My breath hitches when he pulls me flush against his chest, arms around my waist as we twirl. He breaks away, seconds too long, and we change partners again.

Except I don't, and neither does Jacaerys, for then the music finds its completion. We stand in front of each other, staring, as the rest of the room breaks into applause.

"I would like to share another dance with you, my lady," says Jacaerys.

"She is already spoken for," another answers for me.

I peer up at Cregan as he comes between us. He blankly stares at Jacaerys. It lingers and becomes rather painful. Eventually, he gives him a nod in regard, "your grace."

"Lord Stark," Jacaerys clenches his jaw before nodding back.

I stare at them as they stare at each other for another prolonged moment. I purse my lips then sigh, "I am actually feeling rather parched. Would you two boys like to pour me a drink?"

The two of them turn to me, but before they could respond, I'm already heading off to the banquet table. My brother's eyes shoot daggers at me as I approach.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

The angelic peeps (I don’t mind who) with a sinner reader who had been mistaken as angel because of their form. Just them getting shooed inside heaven and ends up being like 👁️👄👁️????

Hell is forever! And Heaven... is also forever?

Adam

Now, when you'd appeared, you had no idea where you were, or what the actual fuck was happening.

So when you witnessed an angelic figure slashing down some creepy little creature, you naturally freaked out.

When you were approached by an angel, if that angel shopped at forever 21.

The Goth angels having their weapons drawn you'd freeze, the two freezing as they stared at you.

"The Hell are you doing here?" One would as with a disnctly feminine tone.

You, completely off guard, would blurt out. "I'mmm... lost?" You speak, feeling like you were playing the greatest gamble of your life.

The two would look at each other for several moments before one would sigh. "Great, a normie?"

"We sure they're a Winner?" The second Angel spoke.

"Mmmm." The second hummed. "You ever seen a Sinner look as good as them?"

The second placed a hand to her chin. "... Nah."

The first groaned, rubbing her oddly yellow Gray face. "If this gets out, this is gonna be a mountain of paperwork."

"Uhhh, we don't have paperwork." The other hummed, raising a brow.

"Yeah well, if Adam finds out about this he'll make us sign autographs for him for the next 3 weeks."

"I don't know why he does that, he's the only one that uses them."

As the two grumbled between each other, you just stood there, waiting and unsure of what to do as the two bitched back and forth.

After a while more of this, they'd snap to you.

"Alright, fine, come on then." The angel grumbled, walking over to you.

You didn't get to react before she suddenly grabbed you, flying up into the air and scaring the crap out of you. It took a minute but they flew you through the massive hole in the sky.

She placed you on the cushy cloud like road, the Angel hushing you as she snuck you past St. Peter, popping open the gate and shoving you inside.

"Look, you didn't see anything. I didnt see you. You didnt see us. Got it!?" She asked coldly.

You just nodded back, the woman glaring at you before shutting the gate, leaving you... somewhere.

That answer was quickly, well, answered, as turning around you found yourself in... Heaven.

Oh, well that's...

Wait?

HEAVEN!?

Did you just... luck your way into heaven?

Apparently you did as you were quickly welcomed into heaven, the populous eagerly welcoming you.

And well... it was Heaven!

Everything was fun and carefree and there was So. Much. Singing!

It'd be when you attended a rock show, you eagerly watching as Adam himself played lead, the whole thing incredible.

Youd somehow end up behind the scenes after the show, a variety of virtue Winners all flaunting over the Band members, especially Adam, the man surrounded by Winners.

Of course, your appearance instantly caught his attention, the man perking right up and the next thing you knew the man was all over you, the man boldly chatting you up.

Now, Adam was... well, he was a prick, but he had a charm to him when he w a s trying to be charming, the man a mix of complements and criticisms, the man always sure to play himself up.

Now, look, your not entirely proud, nor ashamed, but well... you fucked.

And admittedly... it was pretty good. Adam was a dick but, well, he knew how to use his... mostly.

And that's how you fucked the first man.

Now, you have no doubt his initial interest was all about your physical appearance, after all, your body had been what got you into heaven in the first place.

Now you'd think after that first night you'd never see the Man again, expecting to be another one of his 'conquests', before he moved along on.

Okay, so yeah, you had his number.

And yeah, he regularly called you up for a booty call.

But its not like you totally hung out after said booty calls. Eating takeout and casually chatting.

Or just laying on his belly as you scrolled your respective phones, neither of you saying anything as you just chilled.

And you totally didn't perk right up when you saw his caller ID, greeting him as 'dickmaster', the two of you flirting hard before you'd end up at his place.

And sure, you had a drawer at his place, and a pillow, not to mention a bathrobe.

...

...

...

Well fuck.

Okay, yeah, so you were, uh, 'going steady', not that the first man would admit as much, but yeah, things were, well, fun.

Sure Adam could be a dick, but with some strick words, and a smack across the face, the man was surprisingly apologetic. Like, he was still a dick, and an ardent one at that, but behind closed doors he was amazingly simple, the man quite chill as you enjoyed each other's company.

Now, you'd always kept your status as a sinner hidden, I mean, it's not like anyone suspected you, how could a sinner end up in heaven, am I right?

But you were in Hell, and well, he wasn't super open about it, but it was clear Adam detested the Sinners, the man proudly speaking on how much he despised them.

Your relationship would develope on for several months before he noticed something off with you.

"Where's your Halo?" He'd ask so causally after you'd both chewed down on some Chinese food.

You'd freeze, mind rushing as you thought up a valid excuse, going over the several you'd made up in a paranoid stupor.

"It... uh, it's kinda ugly, I keep it stored away."

The man stared at you for several minutes, before shrugging, the two of you going right back to how you were.

And so, you went on for several more months like this, growing even closer, spending a great amount of time with each other.

It'd be one day as the man goes on and on about 'filthy sinners' you unsure how to react, as on one hand you kinda were a sinner, but on the other you could go the rest of eternity without ever broaching the subject.

But well, why make things easy.

So you brought it up, asking him what he really though.

Unsurprisingly, the man had not a kind word about them, so you asked cooly what if you were a sinner?

Of course, you asked it in a flirty tone, the two of you quickly getting playful.

He'd tell you how he'd have to 'punish' you, giving you his 'righteous sword', the two of you having some especially nasty sex.

Your life was good, you and Adam got closer and closer, to the point you ended up moving in with him.

Everything was perfect... and then it wasn't.

You'd been found out. Over something so simple too.

Your blood.

You'd cut your finger.

You bled.

Their blood was gold.

Yours wasn't.

It hadn't come up, but one of the seraphim noticed, and... well.

The courtroom was something.

Adam losing his shit over this whole thing, while you just kept quiet.

Eventually you'd confess, telling them how you'd been ushered in during an extermination, you honestly not even sure where you were supposed to be.

You'd apologise to Adam, in tears as you told him you loved him, and that you never meant to cause any of this.

Now, it wasn't just a one sided argument, Adam as well as many of your friends came to your defence, many pointing out how you'd fit right in in heaven for ages, and now all of a sudden it was an issue?

That would certainly cause some issue amongst Heavens leadership.

Adam was especially vocal, saying he hated Sinners more than anybody but you clearly weren't like the other scum that get spit out into Hell, you were... special.

Now, there's 2 ways this could go.

1. Heaven simply doesn't care, expelling you from Heaven leaving your friends and Adam to fight for you. I doubt Adam would fall for you, but he'd certainly keep fighting for you, ironically, in this timeline, Adam would 100% be on Charlie's side. Man absolutely all for redemption.

Especially if you joined the hotel, you kinda being proof Sinners could live in heaven.

It'd be quite the star crossed lovers situation, the both of you from different worlds, doing your absolute best to be reunited.

Or 2. You'd be put under 'house arrest', you being restricted to a very limit area, I.e. Adams apartment, the two of you under guard most hours of the day while they 'figured things out'.

And youd basically spend all your time with Adam, the two of you growing even closer, and again, he'd be on Charlie's side this time around, man eager not so much to work with Hell, but to see if there was a way to get you in heaven permanently, he'd bloody well fight for it.

Emily

Showing up to heaven, you'd quite literally run into her, meeting Emily, the young Seraphim eager and always happy to meet a new resident of heaven.

Especially one as appealing to the eyes as you were.

You'd have some fun moments, the girl eagerly showing you around.

Funnily enough, that'd keep happening.

You'd find her randomly, or she'd find you, the two of you bumping into each other often as she showed somebody around.

And so, you'd tag along, the two of you often showing new residents the ins and outs of heaven. You gaining quite a large pool of friends for your efforts.

The two of you would steadily grow closer through this, spending lots of time together, you'd developed a fairly flirty relationship, as while she was undoubtedly innocent and pure, she wasn't above some playful flirting, though she always kept it wholesomely chaste.

You'd spend more and more time together,

Spending long periods together, you'd grow closer and closer, you and Emily developing quite the... ship.

I say 'ship' cause it wasn't quite a friendship, nor a relationship. You were in a limbo between the two.

It'd be one day after you stood up for her with a particularly rude arrival, the man seemingly loosing his mind.

Not all too odd. People had very different reactions to finding out they're dead.

But it'd be as you helped her too her feet, gently cupping her face that you'd ask her out on a date. Like, a date-date, kinda date.

And with that adorable blush of hers, she'd agree.

It was a simple affair.

You'd take her to dinner, a simple, humble dinner. Nothing crazy or over the top, just an intimate little thing.

Just like your relationship.

And after walking her home, you started dating with a warm kiss, and not much really changed.

You still spent all day together, showing arrivals around and just having fun.

But now~ you got to kiss. And you had date nights. Your relationship and romance only growing stronger by the day.

You'd actually end up telling Emily about you being a sinner.

It'd be something you wanted to tell her for ages, you telling her about everything.

How you were in Hell, and ended up in heaven, and you'd been there for so long you honestly didn't know where you belonged.

Emily of course was sooooo supportive, the woman promising to keep your secret, swearing to protect you.

You'd honestly live a very happy life with her, the two of you happy with just each other, even as you hid your past, constantly paranoid somebody would realise it one day.

Now there's kind of two ways this could go.

The first; your found out and Emily gets exposed for hiding you. A very serious action, though teeechically not illegal as it'd never been done before.

But still, knowingly hiding a sinner was a serious offence.

So, it could go two ways, either heaven realises that you aren't this evil monster, likely confining you to your home, monitoring you at all hours, likely only letting Emily visit.

It'd be tough, but upon Pentious' redemption the question of you being opened again, Emily being even more eager this time round.

Or they outright exile you, Emily potentially getting into trouble due to it.

Regardless of what happened, you and Emily would love each other, through thick and thin.

Lute

NOW!

I think we all know Lutes opinion on Sinners, an opinion she'd make sure you knew.And while it was a major insecurity for you, terrified she'd find out.

Of course, Lutes wouldn't believe it possible, you being a sinner. You were waaaaay to attractive to be some filthy Sinner.

Yet outside of that, you had such a passionate romance, the two of you doing many, MANY unholy deeds in the bedroom.

Your romance was... let's say physical.

Lute was a dominant individual, forced to be when dealing with Adam most days, as such, easily took charge of most situations.

Now, you'd keep your past hidden, naturally, not wanting to destroy your relationship.

The purges would be... a contentious point. The girl no doubt telling you, either directly or indirectly, and while she thought little of it, it would shake you, knowing the person you loved relished killing souls so avidly.

Lute... well, she'd certainly have a reaction to this.

Having the person she loved challenge her beliefs would leave her a little off guard, the woman forced to really reassess her beliefs.

Now, I don't see her genuinely changing those beliefs entirely, but I could see her toning them down, the woman maybe even a little compassionate to their plight.

Now... there's a reasonable chance Lute would figure out what you were, despite your good looks, the woman has first hand experience with Sinners, so she'd know far better then most on what a sinner looks like.

But she also wouldn't care too much to pay attention to what makes a sinner a 'sinner'.

But... well, it'd come out eventually.

Likely you telling her, confessing to her that your not sure if your supposed to be in Heaven or Hell, Lute completely caught off guard.

She'd likely outright ignore it, shrugging it off, believing it all a misunderstanding. And if you pushed the subject she'd shut you down, telling you not to talk about it.

But it'd be as you held her to your chest, the woman crying as she sat in your lap, arm missing.

You'd tell her your sorry, that you love her, but you were a sinner, and that you understood if she despised you, but you couldn't live a lie anymore.

And so, after caring for her, ensuring her arm was cared for, you'd turn yourself in

Ironically just as Pentious was reincarnated and well, the next step would be on Lute.

Hey y'all, I wanna thank you all for 4 THOUSAND FOLLOWERS!!! I am so honoured so many have deemed me good enough to follow.

(I do want to apologise for taking so long, I've been dealing with a tremendous amount of personal issues and haven't had much time for writing.)

But seriously, I wanna thank every last one of you for being here and supporting me. I love every last one of you and I hope my content has helped at least one of you feel better.

P.s. I would have done more angelic character, and might in the future, but I was drawing a blank and wanted to get this out asap.

[deveondog]

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Kalim Al-Asim & Jamil Viper x GN Reader. "Love you" is said but meant in a joking & platonic way, but can be read as romantic? not sure

Summary: Your mood drastically goes from ok to worse late at night and you needed to do something. During your little "escapade", Kalim stumbles upon you! Oh no, If he's here then.. Yep theres Jamil. No escaping this now.

Cw: another self indulgent twst fic, pretty short unfortunately, mentioned of SH but no actual depictions, blood mentioned.

He caught you.

He.

Fucking.

Caught you.

You thought you were in a secluded enough area of scarabia no one would just come wandering. But lo and behold– the Kalim Al-Asim in front of you, eyes wide in sheer shock.

"What a-are you doing!!! Theres blood all over you oh my ohmysevensohmysevens what— why??!" You knew what you were doing but you didnt know what to say or do at the moment. So you just stared. Intensely. Just started into his ruby eyes, scanning his shaking form– you saw tears brewing in his eyes. How funny.

"Its kinda of obvious Kalim.. Just go back to bed or something. Im okay i promise i've done this enough to know how to take care of myself." "You what?! Why why??!!" Kalim screeched, you'd be surprised if it didn't wake Jamil.

"Because...." you had to think of what to say to get Kalim off your back. All the actual reasons you did it would send him spiraling– you could already see him dragging you to Jamil with any answer so whats the point? "Honestly Kalim, why do you think i do it?." You were curious, what would his answer be? "I dont know why anyone would do this!! Are you in pain? well that may be obvious sorry.. uhhm!!!!" His hands were shaking as he approached to sit next to you. He breathed in. Then out sharply. "Why?.."

You wracked your brain. What to say.. what to say.. There were a couple reasons you did it. You honestly think the best outcome is telling him truthfully before coming up with a sob story. "This might sound emo as hell Kalim but, I do it because i like the feeling. It stings and burns but so good ya' know? Well you wouldn't of course but still. Unless.?" youve always wanted to ask this question.. "Sevens no!!" he screamed, worth a shot I guess. Then..

"What is all this racket for. We have scho—" His eyes locked on you, wiping blood from yourself, then Kalim– in hysterics. "Hey Jamil, sorry for waking you. Technically i didn't want to wake anyone but here we are." You say sourly. Seriously, you love Kalim to death but jeez he definitely needs some tutoring for certain subjects. Not that you fully blame him for the situation you are in.

"Sevens what is this. Whats going on?" "For the second time tonight. Kinda obvious." you started to get up, feeling the mentioned sting of moving too early, but you wanted out of there. And now.

"Well.. it has been lovely gentleman, love you and goodn—" "Absolutely not." Jamil interrupts. How unfortunate for you.. "Not until you explain to me, and technically Kalim.. whats going on here." you dead pan, was it seriously not obvious?? You continue staring at Jamil like he has a second head. He sighs, "Goodness. You're a mess." He walks toward you and a still shaking– and now softly hiccuping Kalim. "You cant even clean properly. Were you planning of cleaning this later? Give me your arm. Now." It sounded like a threat– so despite yourself, you hand him your arm.

He grabs some of the towels you have, looks at you, apologizes, and spits once. It was odd.. but logical in your head. The blood was drying and there was no water around– so you didn't mind. He then started wiping the dried blood ever so slowly.. not wanting to injure you further– if that was possible. "W-Will they be okay Jamil?! Do we hav-have to take them to the hospital?!! Oh sevens please be okay!!" Kalim kept crying in your ear, making you roll your eyes. Seriously..

Once done, Jamil looked at you again. "We're going to discuss this further after school tomorrow. Do not think you can get out of this." and oh how you deeply regretted your choices.

AN: hi thanks for reading if u did, had a pretty bad hour or so and wrote this. sorry my writings are so depressing lmao, hopefully fluffy stuff or other when i get motivation to write not sad self indulgent shit.

[x3nawr1tes]

I LOVEEE Tsukki and sunshine reader sm so maybe you could write smth like Tsukki x Karasuno volleyball player!reader where the boys’ team (or just him) come to watch their match, which reader’s team wins and they just runs up to him first thing and hugs him super tight in front of his team (+ the crowd if it’s like at a tournament) and he’s just all flustered n it’s just super fluffy

Please and thank you sm!!! Super exciting that you’re starting to write for Haikyuu too!!

“get off of me!”

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tsukishima kei x fem volleyball player!reader

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You could feel the sweat on your forehead. God, this was taking forever. But one more point, and you guys will take the set. 3 sets and a deuce…

so finally, when the ball drops on the opponent’s court, you let out a cheer. And what makes the victory even better? You see him in the crowd. That familiar tuft of blonde hair…

there was a look of shock on your teammates’ faces when you immediately sprint off the court, completely ignoring everyone. You weaved through the coaches and manager, climbed up stairs, and approached the crowd. Just to jump in his arms and engulf Tsukishima Kei in a hug.

“Get off of me!” You could practically feel tsukishima’s blush as you hugged him in front of the team. For someone so quiet, you didnt know he was that easy to fluster…

Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, you immediately get off. “I- sorry!”

“…its fine.” there was still a hint of a blush on his face. Cute, you thought

There was a beat of awkward silence around you guys. Suddenly, you were aware of his teammates’ eyes on you. You could see tanaka-san and nishinoya-san snickering in the background.

“tsukishima~ is that your little girlfriend?” Tanaka snickers after delivering the line.

Nishinoya-san adds to his comment. “Youre blushing tsukkiii~”

“do not call me that” tsukishima gives him a glare.

“ah- ah- but you didn’t deny it-“ tanaka says.

“…”

the rest of the team just gave him knowing looks.

“i- good game”

You grin. “Thanks! How long were you here? I didnt see you”

“i got here around the second set. Long enough to see that trashy serve you made” theres that smugness…

“hey! We recovered-!”

“mmh… ok…”

“Youre acting like youve never made a bad serve in your life!” You counter. That was super embarrassing… and tsukishima saw that?!?!

“Because i havent”

Kageyama chimes up, “hes lying”

“see? Youre not all high and mighty, are you, tsukishima kei?”

He looks down at you. “Are you really going to trust a corrupt king’s words?”

“Yeah.”

“Go ahead.”

“Well no matter how good you are, you are going to miss serves-!”

“yeah, yeah.”

“anyways, why are you here? I thought you guys had your own match to-“ you were cut short by one of the first years.

“u-uh- y/n-san? Were about to shake hands with the other team-“ she says politely.

“oh-! Ok-! Give me moment, please.” you reply

“alright. Were waiting- please make it quick! Captain isnt happy-“ The first year walks away toward the court.

“i- bye tsukishima-kun. Talk later, ‘kay?” you flashed a warm smile, enough to make his knees weak and cheeks warm.

and that it does. Though, you cant really see because the next moment, youre rushing toward the court.

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a/n: this was a really cute req!!! Flustered tsukki is the best tsukki!!!! Anyways, sorry for the delayed answering time. That was a solid… two months. I’ll try to get to more reqs this week!!!

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[shosweet]

cw: fluff

shoyo hinata swore today would be the best day of his life.

rushing to get any necessary items and tugging on his shorts, the biggest smile is plastered on his face. 

after finding oikawa, the other invited him for a little match at the beach. sure, he’s practiced with maybe one or two people or even by himself, but today would be his first ever match. his smile grew knowing that every step, even his lowest points, brought him to this moment. his head perked up upon hearing oikawa’s call from outside his bedroom door.

“hurry up, shrimpy! weather’s been actin’ up, sun night not be out the whole day!” 

—

the sun was, in fact, out the whole day.

shoyo, of all people, knew and especially felt that.

his whole body was an uncomfortable shade of red, his newfound friends just wincing looking at it. in his rush and excitement, he (obviously) forgot to put on sunscreen. he’s honestly mesmerized at how he can leave a handprint on his shoulder and it can just go back to neon red.

as the sky turns a golden orange, the other players call it a day and bid the duo goodbye. as his adrenaline wore down, shoyo suddenly felt pain everywhere on his body. he begged oikawa to jump in the water for a few minutes to cool off, but they’d already reserved a place for dinner. the orange-haired boy hangs his head in defeat.

“sho… you really need aloe vera or something,” oikawa sighed with furrowed brows. 

“well did you-”

“no, sorry,” oikawa cuts him off, sass radiating as he already predicted his question.

“well why didnt you?” hinata slightly snaps back, side eye deathly and annoyance creeping up with the sting.

“you really think i carry aloe around?”

“don’t you preach about skin care or something?”

“yeah, enough to know to constantly put on sunscreen, let alone put it on at all.”

“you forgot, didn't you.”

“no idea who you’re talking to.”

god, he’s really like kageyama, hinata thinks to himself with a sigh as oikawa stomps off. 

in the corner of his eye, he sees a girl sitting under a tree. the golden rays kiss her entire figure, luminating her enough to make hinata think she were an angel. mustering up his courage, he trudges through the sand like a man on a mission.

—

you just about finished the chapter you were on, grabbing your little book marker and closing up that world you were lost in. as you stand up, dusting off the back of your cover-up, a man awkwardly approaches you.

“uh hi!” he starts off. he pauses for a bit almost as if he was at war in his mind over whether or not that was a good greeting.

“um… hi?” you reply, a little intrigued at this interaction. you took this time to look at him and all you saw was muscle. biceps, triceps, shoulders, and quads galore. you caught a glance at his chest, pecs peeking out from behind his loose, white tank top — if it weren’t for that piece of fabric, you would’ve lost your mind. darting your eyes back up to his, you noticed he probably did the same.

“can i help you?” you softly questioned, breaking the tense silence.

“oh right! um… o-oh yeah! are you… d- wait…” the boy stuttered, orange hair tangled in the slight breeze. he definitely didn’t rehearse this, if he had something to rehearse at all. you smiled at how he fumbled over himself, heart beating a little faster than it already was.

“ah! um, do you have aloe vera perchance?” he asks, smiling to himself that he finally had an excuse remembered what he was going to ask.

oh god, that smile… you thought to yourself, starting to feel your knees weaken.

“u-um… yeah i think i do! well i hope i do.. wait where’s my bag.” now it was your turn to fumble all over yourself. the boy smiled at you as you walked towards your bag, slinging one strap over your shoulder and pushing the other side open. after a second or so, you finally reached a familiar bottle and handed it to him.

“thank you so much! you’re a life saver,” he exclaimed. he squeezed some into the palm of his hand and rubbed it over his arms. he repeated this process and all you did was watch. as golden hour came and passed, his body, too, was a beautiful gold that you just couldn’t pull your eyes away from. shadows danced all around his hair as he stuck his tongue out in concentration. his eyes, hazel and wide with wonder, mirrored the sun’s glow — it was hard to tell the difference between the two at this point. 

“my names shoyo hinata, by the way!” he said, much more relaxed than earlier. you felt like melting into a puddle and knew damn well it wasn’t because of the heat.

“nice to meet you! i’m-”

“shoyo! come on, we’re gonna lose our reservation!” another boy with brown hair calls out. hinata darts his head towards him and hurriedly closes the bottle and hands it back to you.

“i’m so sorry, i have to go. thank you soso so so so so sososo much again!” he rambles, hands flailing around as if he were trying to comfort you with them, but choosing to restrain himself. you were about to speak again when he started backing away.

“i hope i'll see you again soon, ‘gel!” he calls before running back to meet his friend. as he went back into the distance, you squealed and struggled to not start doing cartwheels all around the shore. not only was he sweet as sugar and a fucking god-given sculpture, but he even gave you a cute(??) nickname!!

as you pack up your stuff, you make a mental note to by a couple more bottles of aloe vera.

—

“so, who was that, sho?” oikawa asked, food pushed to the side of his cheek to ask the burning question.

“someone,” he replied, the cheekiest grin on his face.

“mmhm,” oikawa smirked. “her name’s jell or something?”

“oh, i don’t know her name,” hinata looked up with doe eyes. “i just called her ‘gel.”

“ohh got it got it. is it ‘cus she gave you that aloe?” he asks with a raised brow, fork pointing hinata’s way.

hinata smiled to himself, the red on his face being a mixture of two reasons: the sun and his angel.

“yeah, something like that.”

what the flip first post

[lovelykil]

Hi! Love you so much can you do killua x fem reader one shot where reader is wearing a fitted shirt and killuas lowkey distracted🙈 (bros like 😧) LMAO TYSM

distracted─

: ➛ killua x reader older ver.

cw; boobs (drools)

note; giggles

in a frustrated panic, you search all over your room for a specific shirt, throwing shirts in the air, all onto your bed and all over the floor. You pull out your phone then set it back in your pocket, sighing with a hint of annoyance.

You had about half an hour, but if you didn't find this stupid shirt now you would be here all day. After awhile of endlessly looking you sulk in a corner, rubbing your face.

"oh my gosh where the hell is my shirt.." You whined, sitting up. It was at this time you heard a knock on your door and then a familiar face coming through it.

"y/n are you ready? I'm leaving in 10." Your ride, kurapika, spoke softly but as well coming off strictly as he was adamant about time. You made eye contact with the blonde, your pupils burning into his. You were very much not ready.

he looked away uncomfortably, clearing his throat with a chin scratch.

"right.. just tell me when you're ready." He closed your door shortly after. You heard the door click and you groan into your hands, shaking your head.

"I'm going to kill myself I swear." You set your hands down, to look once more amongst the piles of clothing. You scanned the pile slowly, eliminating the shirts one by one checking to make sure you didn't just accidentally miss the fabric.

And to your surprise you found it, barely missed it too. It was hidden away from a shirt that had a resemblance to the specific shirt except that shirt was a different color so of course you dismissed it. You never been so happy, lunging forward to retrieve the shirt with a squeal.

You spent no time stripping your current shirt to put on the destined clothing you picked out for the hangout.

"hey idiot kurapika said to hurry─"

"huh?" You turned to see a stunned killua at your doorway. The shirt you wore hugged your curves, outlining every inch of your torso, you could see his blue eyes largen at the sight of you. You turned back to your body mirror to fix your shirt, "oh its just you kil."

"who'd you expect?" he leaned against the frame with his arms crossed, watching you carefully. You smile with a scoff, "sassy much?" he didnt say anything but a blush found its way on his pale face, turning away. He rolls his eyes "whatever" he left your room shortly after, his face a mess.

You wondered for a second, but the thought left your mind, kurapika was waiting for you so you needed to hurry the hell up. You grabbed your bag of necessities, throwing it over your shoulder, showered yourself in your favorite perfume and finally ran out of your room. Gon waved to you as he saw you exit your room, he was eating a bowl of ramen and had noodles dangling from his mouth making you snicker.

kil on the other hand was still in a daze, distracted by you. He was so conflicted right now. He reached for an apple to bitterly bite into. You approached the albino after saying bye to his best friend "I'm leaving now'" you smile up at him. He gazed down at you from his height, wanting to come off as unphased as possible but he couldn't help but stare at your chest area, he chokes on his apple.

"oh shit, killua are you oka-"

"YES, I'm.. FINE" he shouts, his face fuming.

you tuck your arms beneath your breasts with a frown. "don't need to yell, asshole." The hunter was now a tomato, why would you do such a gesture, tucking your arms to make your.. mounds more visible to him?! He knew you didn't do it on purpose but.. fuck

they looked so soft, like marshmallows he wanted so badly to lay his head on them and just close his eyes as you held him near.

the thought of that made him feel like leorio, he mentally face palmed. god stop thinking such things, you creep.

"well bye!"

"wait huh─" you pecked his cheek before walking toward the front door, killua turned quickly and shouted in a rush.

"wait where are you even going??"

"to hang out with friends?"

"HUHH, IN THAT??"

[gassyandnasty]

Since you are writing the backstage series, can you make one of Henry Cavill?

I'd love to see him burping in his fan's face, forcing him to sniff his armpits and butt

Backstage - Henry Cavill

Oh, Henry... needless to say that he is everybody's dream, but he is very hard to find, and those big studios aren't easy to sneak on, but I had my way.

I started to hear that he was having a lot of trouble with the costume department, so they were hiring more people to take care of this problem. When I got into the studio to do an interview, a guy with teary eyes, coughing his way out approached me:

"Are you applying for the costume department?" He said between coughs.

"Yeah...I-" he didn’t let me finish.

"Take this" he handed me his credentials and said, "I can't take this any second if this anymore."

He left while I didn't question all the chaos, after all, I was going to meet Henry Cavill!

I came into his trailer and saw him getting ready to shoot. The guy who ran out of here must have been helping him, since he is standing on a pedestal trying to fit into a spandex suit.

"Might you... help me with this?" Henry requested and I froze. Was I going to finally touch all of that body?

I couldn't resist, I approached and started my amateur service, soon I saw why he needed help, that suit was really tight. His upper body was bare because his suit wouldn't pass his thighs.

"Okay... raise your arms." I commanded and he didnt question. There was no reason for this, only for admiring his hairy pits. They were sweaty from the effort of trying to put this on.

"Uhm... how much am I going to stay in this position?" Henry asked.

"Oh I'm just calculating your measures so I can try to fix..."

"No need, this suit was made for me months ago, but they asked for me to reshoot on MY vacations, I'm not skipping my barbecues and burguers for that."

"Oh... I see..." I signalize for him to put his arms down as I take advantage to measure his chest, and yeah... it was made of STEEL, but just to hide my obvious amusement, I asked:

"And how are you planning to fit in this?"

I heard Henry laughing as he stopped to pat his belly. Indeed, some fat featured his ripped muscles, which made him even more delicious.

"I'm a little bloated, so I'll have to let some out..." when he pat his belly again, it stirred something within, and he ripped a deep and gurgly belch on my face:

OOOOOOoooooooooooooUUUUUUUUUUUU888RRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!!

It exploded on my face, and smelt like burguers. He ripped with no shame, as his expression changed to relief.

"Aaaahh, I think I'm lighter after this." Henry laughed at my coughing fit. "Try to pull the suit up again.

I was a little shocked, but I crouched down to do what he said, at least I was not in the line of his burps again.

With all my force, I managed to pull his suit past his thighs, and now Im stuck at his ass. I think his cheeks are bigger than my head, soft yet strong, but aren't yielding even a little for the spandex.

"Oh, I wouldn't crouch down over there if I was you buddy! Haha" I could hear henry say from above. As I could feel he grabbing the back of my head even closer to his ass.

PBPBPBPBPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT

He ripped a beast of a fart on my face, making it rumble and jiggle with the force of his cheeks. I fell down into another fit as he was laughing. Somebody came in.

"You are late, and what's that smell? Eww..." I could hear another assistant.

"I'm trying to deflate to fit into the suit" Henry says with a shit-eating grin as he fans behind his ass.

"We dont have time for that, stinky. Just come out that we put cgi all over it. Geez...." they left as I felt light-headed.

CGI? So I didn't have to take those bombs in the face....

[atinyniki]

mistakes and apologies.

group: stray kids !

pairing: ex-cupid!hwang hyunjin x human f!reader

genre: angst, fluff, suggestive

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, hyunjin is referred to as jin, jinnie, hyune, blood (ish?), reader kinda is a dumbass, intimacy, mentions of sex (no smut), ANGSTTT, taehyun is readers ex-boyfriend, harin is taehyuns girlfriend, pregnancy, mentions of cheating, new relationships and the pain thata goes along with it, hyunjin starting his life as a human being, hyun = taehyun hyunjin = hyune (its meant to sound similar so jinnie gets jelly >:)) ), crying, drinking and alcohol.

authors note: (pt. 2 of cupid's arrow) repost of an old fic but took out the smut part of this bc... it didnt seem important. there are still sexual parts in this fic !!! remember that before reading please :) this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 5892

“y/n! i’m home!”

you walk over to the door, excited to see your boyfriend after he went out for groceries. he took a lot longer than you usually would, but you guess it’s because he’s never been grocery shopping before.

the second you saw him though, you realized you were completely wrong. your heart felt like it was going to explode again.

“how do i look?”

you walk over to him, twirling a couple strands of his now black hair around your finger. you beam at him, “it looks so pretty, jinnie...”

hyunjin’s heart swells in his chest. you’ve done this so many times before. when in bed, doing his makeup, while you’re reading, you always have your hands in his hair, but you’ve never done it simply just to admire it.

the look in your eyes slowly has him shying away, averting your gaze and settling his eyes onto your shoulder instead. “thank you…”

you grab some of the bags from his hand, bringing them to the kitchen and putting some things in the fridge. “i’m sorry, i wanted to look more… you know… human i guess? the pink stood out a little.”

you walk over to him and smile, tucking some of the black wisps of hair behind his ear. “why are you apologizing jinnie? i said it looks pretty on you! i love it.”

“oh. i dunno, i just- i know how much you loved my pink hair.”

he sets down the bags onto the counter, eyeing you as you approach him. you cup his face in your hands, smiling at him. 

his cheeks burn red at the proximity of your faces, and you finally give him a quick peck on his lips. “i love you hyune, you know that right? a hair color isn’t going to change how i feel about you, dummy”, you giggle.

he hasn’t gotten used to the whole relationship thing, but it’s safe to say he’s loving it so far.

“thank you, i love you too”

“i got the job!”

you jump up, walking over to hug him. “i’m glad, you deserve it. you’re really talented hyune” 

though it’s happened many times, he’ll never get used to your praise. it seems like you always know what to say in the moment, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

he holds onto you tight, pulling away a little to kiss your cheek. he giggles, “thanks y/n…”

after a moment of comfortable silence, you pull away and take his hand in yours. “come eat, i made dinner”

you both sit down at the table, talking more about his new job as a dance instructor. “when do you start working?”

“monday, and i only work weekdays”

you hum in acknowledgement, taking another bite of the jjajangmyeon you made. “how long do you work? just so i know in case we have to schedule things.”

“four hours a day, i start at four”

“hmm… okay”

he continues eating, surprised he’s never had this dish before, but then again, food was different up there. you grab onto his hand, smiling at him while you wait for him to finish eating.

he finishes his bowl not too long after, only to turn and see you staring right at him. you giggle, trying not to sputter out a laugh. “is something wrong?”

you smile at him, “you have a little sauce on your face”

“what? where?”

you point to where it is, but he misses. “here, let me”

you swipe the sauce away from his lip, and look back up into his eyes. he stares back with wide eyes, inevitably getting flustered at the little action. you pull him down by his shirt to kiss him once, pulling away not long after and bringing the bowls to the sink.

he stays sat at the table in surprise, is it normal to be so flustered all the time?

“hyune? are you in- oh…”

the pale yellow glow of his wings lit up the room just enough to see what was in front of him. he quickly shuts off his phone, where he has the reference photo, and almost knocks over the canvas in the process.

“don’t look…”

you giggle, walking over him and hugging him from behind. “awh… jinnie”

you watch as his cheeks flush red, and he brings his hands up to cover his face. “shut up…”

you pry his hands off his face and kiss him on the cheek, exaggerating it with a loud ‘mwah’. you see the smile erupt on his face, and you couldn’t stop anymore. you begin peppering kisses all over his face, sitting down on his lap somewhere in between.

he finally pulls away, only to finally kiss your lips. you deepen it, running your tongue along his bottom lip, silently asking for permission. of course, it’s not like he can resist anyways.

you tug some of his hair, earning a groan from him, and your heart feels like it’s going to explode. “hyune…”, you whisper.

he doesn’t let you continue, kissing you again and standing up, holding you against him. you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom, the painting long forgotten. 

he climbs onto you, tugging on your shirt with his hands. you quickly throw it off, taking his off next.

“need you…”

“are you okay? do you need anything?”

“hyune, you’ve asked me that like… six times”

“oh… sorry”

you giggle at him, grabbing his arms and pulling him back down onto the bed. “come here”

hyunjin has put on a shirt already, but you’re still completely bare. you hold him close to you, giving him little kisses on his face and watching him giggle. 

his eyes are fixed onto your face, practically unable to wander anywhere else when he has this gorgeous sight in front of him. “you’re so beautiful”, me mutters as he kisses your cheek.

“i love you hyune”

his eyes widen again, it seems like he hasn’t gotten used to you saying it yet. he nuzzles into your chest, looking up at you again and kissing over your collarbone. “i love you too”

he wraps his arms around you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “you know, i look forward to this everyday.”

you giggle, “what, sex?”

he smiles, “no, just to hold you.”

you blush, “oh, i-“

“shh… just rest now. need you close to me…”

your fingers graze his wings a little, and he immediately relaxes into your hold. yeah, you can definitely get used to this.

“open it!”

“i’m scared, is a spider going to jump out of it or something?”

“what?! no! just… just open it.”

you slowly take off the lid, spotting what looks like a mini photo book inside. “what’s this?”

“my sketchbook.”

you look back up at him, “don’t you need this?”

“it’s my old one, look inside”

you hold the book, admiring the work done at the front. pretty flowers are scribbled onto the cover, and you run your fingers along the grooves. you open the book, and your jaw drops instantly. 

you flip through the countless photos he’s drawn of you, even one of you on your first “date” at the cafe. you still remember how your nose bled so bad that day, and you smile to yourself.

“well, do you-“

before he can get his question out, you pull him into a soft kiss, smiling when you hear his surprised yelp. 

“i love it. its beautiful, hyune…”

his heart swells in his chest again, something about these moments felt so special to him. he hopes he’ll remember these moments forever. 

the honeymoon phase can only last so long, right?

you walk over to the snacks section, trying to find those chips that hyunjin really likes, but you can’t remember what they’re called. you stroll through the aisle, looking for the packaging.

you spot the light purple bag, picking it up until you hear a voice from beside you. “y/n?”

you turn your head to where you heard it come from, “hyun? hey!”

he walks over to you, it’s been a while since you’ve seen him last, only ever seeing his posts with his girlfriend. “how are you?”

he giggles at the question, but you’re not sure why. “good, i see you’ve been doing well.”

you give him a questioning look, until he begins playfully nudging your shoulder. “so thankful for my hyunnie”, he says in a mocking voice.

you quickly push him off of you, “shut up, taehyun”

“awhh, but you love him don’t you?”, he asks with pleading eyes. “yes, i do, now shut up about him.”

he giggles again, “is someone getting flustered?”

you finally turn towards him, rolling your eyes, “fine then, how’s your girlfriend hyun? don’t you love her so much?”, you giggle.

you watch as he flushes red, god you’re both in deep shit. after laughing at him for a little, he speaks up. “i actually came here to um… get a pregnancy test”

your eyes go wide, and your head shoots up to look at him. “wait… really?!”

he smiles, nodding at you. “we’ve been trying for a while”

“that’s great! you should probably get going now then, i don’t want you to worry her.”

he hums in agreement, smiling and bidding his goodbyes. you remind yourself to text him later to ask about it. 

you’re glad you stayed on good terms.

“what? really?! she’s really pregnant?”

“yes!”

“oh my gosh! i’m so happy for you guys!”

“how are you and hyunjin?”

the conversation went on for hours, it’s been a long time since you’ve really talked. you missed taehyun. not as a lover of course, but as a friend. he always knew how to listen to you and help you.

you try to block out the bad memories, the rejection and heartbreak. you wished you stayed friends, maybe it would be a lot easier to talk to him without all that history.

you start making the jjajangmyeon, hyunjin’s new favorite dish, with the phone at your side. “yeah he’s really come to like my jjajangmyeon so i make it a bunch”

“ah i see, harin loves jjajangmyeon too! maybe we should plan a double date”, he giggles.

you were so lost in the conversation that you didn’t even hear him coming through the door. he hugs you from behind, almost causing you to drop the pot you were holding. 

“god! you scared me…”

you pick up your phone, “sorry hyun, hyunjin just got home. i’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

“of course! enjoy the food”

“thanks, bye hyun!”

“bye byeee”

you end the call, turning around to hug hyunjin properly. “dinners ready, i made you your favorite”

he gives you a tired smile, and you both sit down at the table with your plates. “who were you talking to earlier?”

you know he wasn’t being suspicious, and it was just out of pure curiosity, but the way he said it made you giggle. “oh, that was taehyun”

he hummed in acknowledgement. “never heard of them before”, he smiled. “yeah, he’s an old friend”

“ah… i see”, he takes another bite of his food, almost deep in thought. he knows very well who taehyun is, hyunjin was your cupid after all. but it seemed to fly over your head, you thought of hyunjin as a normal person now, your lover. 

“hyune? you okay?”

he looks up at you, smiling again and kissing your cheek. “just tired. missed you…”

you giggle again, hyunjin never fails to make you smile. “i missed you too hon.”

the silence felt truly comfortable with hyunjin. not too long after, you bring him to the bedroom, running a bath for him and slowly undressing him. 

“thank you…”

you give him a little kiss, “don’t thank me. this should be the bare minimum.”

after a moment of silence, you wonder why he hasn’t gone in yet. “is something wrong?”

“yes.”

he quickly undresses you, and you let him of course, although you’re a little confused. you expected him to be tired, not wanting any intimacy right now. 

instead of sitting on the bed, he picks you up and sets you down in the bathtub, settling in with you not long after. 

“need to be close to you…”

you massage his aching limbs with the foamy bubbles, smiling and kissing his face every so often. you know he’s working hard, and you just want to take care of him for now. “sorry for being so clingy.”

“don’t apologize, i need you just as much.”

you’ve finished the movie you were watching with hyunjin, finally grabbing the new book you bought to read. hyunjin stays put in your lap, enveloping himself in your warmth.

you start to read, the room completely silence aside from your breathing. “y/n?”

you were a little startled by his voice, but answered him. “yes jinnie?”

“can you… um- read to me?”

you giggle at him, poking his nose. “of course darling.”

you continue to read the romance novel, reading most of the soft scenes. hyunjin can’t help but imagine the both of you two in the book instead of the characters. 

his breathing stills, but he’s still awake. you don’t know that though. you continue to read, until you get a phone call. “hello? taehyun?”

hyunjin continues to act like hes asleep, scared that you’ll get mad if he interrupts. “hey y/n! how are you?”

“oh i’m pretty good, just reading a book right now. why what’s up?”

“well, harin wanted me to invite you over! i think she’s crazy but she really wants to meet you. says you remind her of her sister.”

you giggle, “oh yeah of course! when?”

“when are you free?”

“well, i can come over right now if that’s okay with you”

“of course! will you be bringing hyunjin?”

“no i don’t think so, he’s sleeping right now”

you both say your goodbyes, and you carefully slip off the couch, setting hyunjin’s head down into a pillow and covering him with a blanket.

you quickly get ready, leaving hyunjin a note on the table and giving him a peck on the forehead. you enter your car not long after, driving over to taehyuns.

hyunjin quickly got off the couch to check the note. 

‘going to taehyuns! he wanted to see me. i’ll be back soon love, make sure to eat!’

of course, hyunjin couldn’t hear the other end of h the phone call. he didn’t really know that taehyun had a girlfriend, or that you were going more to meet her rather than see taehyun. 

maybe you should’ve worded it better…

it’s been happening a lot now, you’ve been leaving the house to talk to harin and taehyun almost everyday. 

of course, hyunjin didn’t want to talk to you about it though, he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. he didn’t want to be jealous, he really did trust you but… he just couldn’t help himself.

he didn’t know how to approach you about it, so he planned on telling you when he got home. he just wanted to talk to you for a little bit, because truthfully, he just missed you.

“y/n? i’m home!”

he continues looking for you, but you’re nowhere to be found. he lets his wings out, wanting to relax for a bit. he looks for the note you’ve probably left on the counter. 

picking it up, he reads it, but it’s no surprise you’re at taehyuns. at least you leave a note, right? he walks over to the kitchen. maybe it’ll be better to talk about this over dinner?

it probably would be, if his wing didn’t get stuck between the door to the pantry. “fuck-“

he tries opening the door, but only folds the part of the wing. he screams in pain, trying to get it out carefully. it doesn’t budge. tears start leaving his eyes, he can’t escape. he does the only thing he can, and grabs his phone out of his pocket.

he calls you. no answer. he calls you again. no answer. fuck it.

hyunjin: y/n i need your help.

hyunjin: it’s urgent, come home please

hyunjin: y/n please?

no. answer.

shit. what now?

he tries prying himself out, but he pulls too hard. a loud scream echos through the empty house, hyunjin falling onto the floor. the half of the wing that’s been torn off has completely disintegrated into various colors of glitter.

a pink liquid drips from the inside of his torn wing, and he quickly grabs a tissue to stop it. he waits for it all to dry, and puts away his wings. 

maybe it’s better to rest for now. all of a sudden, he gets a phone call from an unknown number.

“hello?”

“hi! is this hyunjin?”

“yes it is, what can i help you with?”

“oh! im taehyun, im sure y/n has told you about me. long story short, we went clubbing for some fun and she got incredibly drunk… i don’t think she’s in proper condition to drive. is it okay if she stays over for the night?”

his heart sinks into his chest, he prays taehyun won’t take advantage of your vulnerable state right now. 

“oh yeah, of course. thanks for taking care of her.”

taehyun can hear the pain in his voice. “hyunjin, are you okay? i can drop her off and pick her up later to get her car if you’re more comfortable with that?”

“oh i’m okay! sorry… just hurt myself a little earlier and im a bit tired”

“ah i see, hope you feel better soon!”

“thanks taehyun. have a good night, text me if you need me”

he couldn’t stand waiting for a goodbye from taehyun, only hanging up and opening his messages again.

he unsends all the messages he sent you, scared you’ll feel bad for not being there. it’s okay, you were just drunk right? you wouldnt ignore him.

at least he hopes so.

“hyune? i’m home!”

“hey baby”, you hear from the couch behind you.

“oh gosh! you scared me”

he lets out a giggle, but you heard a different emotion laced into the sound. “sorry, just wanted to relax here for a bit.

“is something wrong? you texted me yesterday but it said you unsent the messages.”

“oh, no nothing happened. i was just asking about if you were coming home, but taehyun called me”

“oh okay! do we have any juice?”

“yeah, i bought some for your hangover. check the fridge.”, he replied a little coldly.

your heart clenched a little, confused as to why he was acting like this. you grab the juice and pour yourself a glass. 

you notice traces of glitter on the floor outside of the pantry. “hyune, why is there glitter on the floor?”

“oh, just residue from my wings.”

“oh…”

it’s quiet once again, and you walk towards the couch.

“are you okay?”, you ask a little quietly.

“just tired”

“oh… okay”

a moment of silence passes. normally it’s comfortable in eachothers presence, but this time it felt suffocating.

“i love you hyune”

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, clenching his fists to ease the pain coursing through his veins.

“i love you too”, he answers, a little slower than usual.

you sit down next to him, nuzzling into his warmth. he has every right to be mad, but he wraps his arms around you anyways. he’s still upset, but he’ll talk to you when you’re in the right mind.

that time never came. you went over to harin’s every day since then, normally coming home to see hyunjin already asleep. 

this time though, you don’t expect him to be standing right at the door waiting for you.

“where were you?”

“what? you know where i was. i was at hyuns”

he didn’t mean for the next question to come out so harsh, but he couldn’t help it. “are you cheating?”

your eyes go wide, “w-what?”

“are you cheating on me with taehyun?”, he asks again sternly.

“hyunjin that’s crazy, why would you even ask that?”

“you’re really gonna say “thats crazy” instead of denying it?”

you scoff incredulously, “no, i’m not cheating on you.”

“i- i don’t know if i can believe you anymore.”

“then why would you even ask if you’re so certain?”

he goes silent. a tear leaves his eye, his entire façade cracking. your heart felt like it was going to explode… not in the good way.

“i… i wanted to trust you. i wanted to believe you- but you… i don’t know anymore.”

“fine. text me when you realize you’re wrong. i’m sleeping over at harins.”

“who’s harin?”

“taehyuns fiancé.”

his heart stops.

“what? why didn’t you say he had one?”

“because, i thought you’d trust me to begin with.”

hyunjin’s eyes go wide, but before he can say anything, you turn around and leave. his heart feels like it’s been torn into a million pieces.

was it his fault then…? no… surely not…

life felt empty without you. hyunjin didn’t even have a life before he turned human, but it felt even worse without you. the person he’s been with since birth. the person he’s been through everything with, even if you weren’t aware of it.

his life was basically ruined without you. he doesn’t know when you’re coming back. it’s been two days already. the house is cleaned, he makes your favorite foods for dinner just hoping you’ll come back, but you don’t.

he spends his time painting, but he’s painted all he can. he has no reference photos of you anymore, he’s run out.

days pass… he’s forgetting the sound of your voice. he doesn’t want to. he sends you apologetic voicemails everyday praying you’ll send one back. you don’t.

taehyun has been calling him a lot too, assuring him that you just need time. he didn’t say it, but he knows you should’ve told hyunjin about his fiance first. maybe this could have all been avoided.

hyunjin can’t help but think it’s all his fault. he let his insecurities get in the way of rational thinking. of course you would never cheat! but… was the love you had even real?

it was all because of that stupid arrow, right? what if the spark you had was finally gone? he doesn’t want to think about it.

he quickly picks up another small painting, laying in bed and holding it in his hands. he doesn’t know if it’s right, or if it’s obsessive. all he knows is that he misses you. it’s been almost two weeks.

he’s been off at work, not as great as he used to be. he’s not the same without you, and it’s eating him alive.

“hey y/n… it’s been almost two weeks now. i miss you a lot. i’m sorry for not trusting you even though ive said it so many times, im just scared you’re going to fall out of love with me. maybe you already have… im sorry i have no way to get these feelings out other than to talk to a photo. i’m sorry i ever summoned that arrow, and im sorry i tore my wing. i wish i was good enough for you, i really do, and im sorry im not. i love you, and i miss you. please, come home soon. i just want to see you again. goodnight”

it’s become a regular routine after you didn’t answer his text or voicemails at night. he couldn’t call you, he couldn’t reach you in any way, but talking to you, or something that resembles you, helped him get those feelings out.

he drifts off to sleep almost and hour and a half later, he’s been having a lot of trouble with that lately.

you walk up to the house and unlock the door, trying to be as quiet as possible in case hyunjin was sleeping. 

you almost cry at the sight of him again, various paintings piled up onto the dresser on your side of the bed. you take off your clothes and change into more comfortable ones, sliding into bed and being careful not to wake him up. you don’t succeed though.

hyunjin notices you in bed, but waits till you’re asleep to say anything. he knows you need rest, and you need a lot of time too.

you fall asleep not too long after, your breathing becoming even. should he really do this right now? it’s not like he had a choice, anyways.

he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and burying his face in your shoulder. he whispers to you, afraid you’ll be mad again if he wakes you.

“hey y/n… i missed you a lot. im so sorry for pushing you away from me. i shouldn’t have done it, and ill take the blame for what happened. i know i should’ve trusted you, and im sorry i didnt. i also really regret summoning that arrow when we met. why did you have to stab yourself with it? you know you’d be much better off without me, right?”

you feel a teardrop fall onto your neck, but you don’t dare make a noise. you need to hear all of this and plan out your apology.

“i’m glad you’re back. i was scared i’d forget your voice. ive learned how to cook just for you, and i made your favorite foods in case you came home. i made so many paintings of you. i even… i even read that book. the one you read to me that night before you went to taehyuns house for the first time. i read over the paragraphs that you read to me, trying to hear your voice say the words again. it didn’t work.”

you turn around finally, almost sobbing when you see him again. his eyes go wide, scared that he’s hurting you even more, and he backs away. “no! hyune… don’t go. tell me how you feel, please.”

he hesitates for a moment, but when you hold his hand in yours it all comes crashing down. 

“i love you so much y/n, but i can’t help but think you’d be better with someone else. im trying my hardest, but i always let insecurities get in the way of us. i should’ve trusted you. i don’t know why, but i just can’t see myself with you anymore because i know you don’t deserve it. you don’t deserve someone like me. you were forced to love me. you didn’t have a choice… but now you do. now you can get over me and fall in love with someone else, now that you know what it feels like. and… i can go back to being your cupid again. is that… okay with you?”

your heart stops. “what? no! no that’s not okay with me?! how could you even ask that hyune? i… i love you… i needed time to figure out how to apologize because… hyunjin- none of this is even your fault! it’s mine. i always went out with taehyun and never invited you, and i never even mentioned his fiancé! no wonder you got jealous… and even then i- i didn’t even give you any time. i always came home when you were asleep and that… that’s not okay. that’s on me. this is my fault hyune… please don’t blame yourself.”

“i’m sorry im asking you this again, and i really don’t want you to say anything to just sugarcoat it. promise you’ll be honest?”

“i promise. whats going on hyunjin?”

“do you really love me? it’s okay if you say no! i’ll understand, i promise… it’s just because of the arrow, right? i’m sorry i-“

you cut him off with a kiss, you couldn’t stand it anymore. teardrops dripped everywhere, collecting at the bottom of your chins as you began to sit up. “no… you’ve got it all wrong. i love you hyunjin. i promise”

more tears leave his eyes, small whimpers leaving his lips too. your heart cracked at every noise he made, but you hugged him tight while straddling him, splaying a hand across his cheek to soothe him.

“i’m so sorry hyunjin… this is all my fault, really. don’t blame yourself for anything. i’m sorry you had to deal with all these thoughts alone. i should’ve been there for you.”

“it’s okay… i just need you close now. can we talk tomorrow? please?”

you nod, kissing him again and laying down with him. you held him close to you, wrapping yourself around him to provide comfort. light sobs from him filled the room. you chose not to comment on it… it would only make you more upset.

you’ll make it up to him. you know you will.

“good morning, hyune”

his eyes flutter open, tears instantly run down his face as he looks at you, taking in your features in the light again.

“woah woah woah, what’s wrong?”

“nothing… i missed you”

your heart cracking more and more, this had to have been worse than the pain of rejection.

“i’m sorry. i should have come back earlier… i just wasn’t in the right mind.”

“it’s okay, love… just stay for now.”

you pull him closer to you, burying his face in your chest. “you know… my mom asked about you. i didn’t know how to tell her what i did, but it just all poured out. she told me to come here.”

“oh…”

“coming back into the house felt like a dream. i haven’t been here in so long, but i think what scared me was the paintings.”

“what… like my ‘shrine’?”

you giggle, “no hyune, not your little ‘shrine’, the ones outside. there were paintings in our house, and i had each stroke memorized by heart. our first picnic date, and the coffee date we had… i remember everything. but when i came home… they were all replaced with paintings of just me. i thought you left…”

you could feel your sleep shirt getting wetter and wetter from his tears, but you just pull him closer. “im sorry for hurting such a pure heart like yours, hyune. you didn’t deserve it.”

“i love you.”, he mumbles.

“hm?”

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too.”

he leans up to kiss your cheek. you know you have to make everything up to him, but for now you just wanted to enjoy this moment with him. 

it’s been a couple days since then. you’re getting settled again with him, and it’s not going too terribly. he’s been opening up about his feelings more, and you’ve been listening to the voicemails he sent you while you were away.

you walk back into his art studio, rushing to him when you see his wings out. “hyune? what happened?”

he turns to you, “hm?”

he quickly traces your eyes, realizing that you’re looking at his wings, and he immediately hides them. “take them out again… please? i want to see…”

he sighs, taking them out again. “oh baby… how did this happen?”

“it got stuck in the middle of the door hinge. i tried to get it out but it tore.”

“oh… why didn’t you call me?”

he stays silent. you think back to the day you came home, and the glitter you found on the floor near the pantry.

“shit… it was- you did call me… but i was drunk, wasn’t i?”

“don’t feel bad about it please, it wasn’t your fault. you were just drunk”

you kneel down next to him, grabbing his legs and pulling so he’s staring at you. he drops his paintbrush onto the easel. “what are you doing?”

you quickly pull his shirt off, earning a questioning look from him. “y/n, is this really the time to be-“

you cut him off when you gently touch his wing over the tear, finally reaching up to kiss it. you kiss all over the edge, earning giggles from him. “stop! it tickles”

you look at him, hugging him at his waist again, then leaning over to kiss his chest. “my mom always used to kiss my scars. i’m sorry i can’t kiss the ones ive left on your heart.”

his eyes widen, tears flowing down his cheeks, and you bring your hand up to swipe them away. 

“don’t cry baby… you don’t deserve it. i’m so sorry i hurt you.”

he kicks his chair to the side, kneeling so that he’s level with you. “thank you… but that’s not your job. you know that. you’ve apologized, i forgive you.”

tears leave your eyes again, he sounds so sincere, even though you’ve broken his heart already. “i love you… im so sorry.”

“i love you too. please don’t apologize.”

you pull him into another hug, still sniffling from your tears. “i’ll be better. i promise, hyune.”

“you’re okay… calm down, my love”

“wow… hes so beautiful…”

hyunjin cradles little minjoon in his arms, watching him thrash and blubber. 

“thank you, hyunjin”, harin smiles at him. taehyun is right at his side, watching hyunjin play with minjoon.

your heart swells in your chest, he looks so cute with him, you can’t wait to have one of your own.

not long after, the two of you leave, walking into your home together and discussing your little trip. “thank you for letting me meet them… you didn’t have to.”

“of course i did! they’re my best friends now, it’s kind of required”

he giggles, picking you up and setting you down on the counter. “i really do love you, y/n.”

“i know… i love you too”

he lets his wings out, a purple glow filling the room. “baby?”

he picks you up, bringing you to the bedroom. “let’s have a baby.”

“what?!”

he sighs, “fuck… seeing minjoon…”

“oh my god… because of minjoon?!”

“please?”

you pull him closer, “fine… but you’re doing all the work this time.”

“i’ll do anything for you, darling”

“hyune!”

he rushes to the bathroom, a big smile on his face. “yes?”

“i’m pregnant!”

he picks you up, spinning you around and kissing your face repeatedly.

“really? are you sure?”

“im sure! i took three to check!”

“agghhhh! i love you so much!”

“i love you too, hyune.”

he looks at you again, a lovesick look in his eyes, and he promptly sinks to his knees. he pulls your shirt up, kissing over your tummy and hugging you close. 

“can’t wait to see you all swollen with my baby…”

“god hyune, you’re so whipped”

“i know i am, but only for you, dear”

you pull him back up from the ground, bringing him to the bedroom and laying down with him. “you’re so cheesy.”

“and you love me”

“so much, hyune. you don’t even know.”

“you’re the light of my life.”

you nuzzle back into his shoulder, smiling until you feel a teardrop hit your cheek. you look up at him, slightly confused. 

“you’re so pretty my love…”

“why are you crying?”, you giggle. “i can’t believe you’re really mine…” you hug him tight, kissing his shoulder.

“always yours. only yours.”

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Capt. Hector Barbossa x Sleepy!Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: How can it be that you're in love with the same man that still appears to you in your worst nightmares? // How can it be that he's all 'soft and gooey' about a girl he tried to kill? // Its amazing how things change.

Warnings: Nightmares, mentions of past threatening behaviour, like one (tasteful) sexual reference.

You wake up with a gasp, hand gripping your chest, and sitting up stock-straight. The images from your dreams, the same old nightmares as always, remain seared into the forefront of your mind. The feeling of grimy fingers digging into your skin, dragging you in the dark. Cruel blue eyes searing into your soul and the sound of a barking laugh in your ears. Utter terror pumping through your veins, turning your blood cold as ice. That terrible night when He was still searching for Will Turner, and you just got caught up in the awful crossfires.

... it's the same old thing. Despite all that's happened, all the time that's passed and all that's changed. You still have nightmares about Hector that leave you shaking; it might be laughable, if you could breathe in the seconds after you wake up.

As soon as you can breath again, you slip out of your bunk, between the rest of the crew still snoring and muttering in their uninterrupted sleep. The fresh air takes your breath away again as soon as you reach the deck, but in a refreshing way. You close your eyes for a moment and smell the sea on the air, then keep moving further inwards. When you get far enough from the stairs, you can peer up and see if he's still steering. He is; both hands on the wheel, stood tall like he was born to be stood there keeping watch of the ocean and stars.

Doesn't even look tired at the late hour.

With that confirmation, you cross your arms over your chest and start up the second flight of stairs, towards the upper deck.

"What areye doing awake? Toldya to get some sleep, didnt I?" Hector doesnt even glance away from the distance when he acknowledges you. He probably knows you by your footsteps.

Sucking in another deep breath, you reach the top of the stairs and approach the captain; shaking your head. "Yes, sir. But no... Nightmare again."

His eyes flicker off course towards you for a second, awkward, before lookin back. "... Ah."

With a weak smirk, you nod, stepping right up to the tall, scary-looking pirate captain with his big hat and his nightmare scowl. "It's okay." You whisper, having your sleepy body guided against the wheel by him, when he takes one hand off just long enough to drag you gently between him and it. Then cage you in. Heavily, you draw your arms one at a time over his shoulders, feeling exhausted from a long day on the water and lack of good sleep. No doubt your body will hate you in the morning, if it isn't already the morning. But also- its not all too often that you get Hector all to yourself. "... I can think of a few ways, that you can make it up to me."

The grin that crawls across his lips is downright fowl; nasty and greedy, pirate to the bone. You must be really fucked up these days that you like that now.

"... Oh?" He asks- still watching the stars instead of you. And he knows damn well what he's doing; that it drives you a little crazy when he pretends not to pay attention.

"Mhm... "

"Well, you better spell it out for a simple old pirate, miss. I'm not all there, y'see."

A sneaky grin slips across your lips in the dark. A cheeky little laugh. "Oh, I'm sure you'll soldier through." It's moments like these, light hearted and comfortable, that remind you why you chose this. Why you couldn't go back and be a bakers wife somewhere after your adventure. You'd never get this with a baker.

And yes, you want to be silly and filthy-minded always. Even dangerous.

So yes, you picked your monster. And you would do it again, you'd take that Terrible Night and the occasional nightmare about it, every single time; if it meant you got to be free.

"Aye, I suppose so."

"... I'll take an IOU." You tell him, yawning, but trying to sound gracious. It makes him chuckle.

"Sure, lass."

You lapse into comfortable silence together, then. Hector watches the ocean move, looking like stoic chaos himself there with his wild eyes and his rootedness to the spot, moving only with the sway of the ship- you watch him for a few moments, the thick scar under his eye, the way his face sits in a seemingly perpetual scowl- appreciating the view. His eyes are bluer since that dreadful night and the curse broke, not so yellow in the whites anymore. He's less pale, too, more healthy looking. And his breath no longer smells like rot, rather like the mint leaves he chews since you returned to the ship, which is nice. He almost does not resemble your nightmare anymore at all. Finally, you have to close your eyes because you're so tired. Rest your forehead on his shoulder, nuzzling your face into the leather belt tied there, and try to fight sleep.

"... why dontcha take a nap in the captains cabin tonight, Y/N, hm?" When his voice wakes you up from the doze you'd fallen victim to, you lift your forehead again and squint at him; noticing he's actually looking at you now. The tiniest sign of softness in his tough face.

"... the crew will talk... " You sigh, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands. Maybe you should go back for a few more hours of sleep... though you don't know how you'll make it back to your cot. The only thing keeping you up on your feet right now is the wheel, and Hector.

"Pft." Hector rolls his eyes into the back of his skull, all-dramatic. Since when does he care about that? "That be but an insignificant detail." He does a double take when your sleep-heavy eyes fall closed again, your hands on his arms keeping steady, struggling to remain awake at all. Gives a frustrated sigh at you. "Thats enough."

"Hm?" You ask, unable to lift your eyes open again.

When suddenly there are gloved hands on your shoulders whipping you around, aiming you somewhere in the darkness, you give a yelp. What!- oh.

"Careful of the steps, lass."

"Mmhm," You give a confirming hum; actual words missing from you now, you're so tired. Still, you manage to crack your eyes open just for the stairs, a hand finding the rail and tracing down, then close your eyes again at the bottom like relief and let Hector guide you the rest of the way to his quarters.

He stops you at the door, the back of your shirt caught in between his fingers, and you let him lean around you and throw the door open. You miss his warmth when he returns behind you. "Walk. G'head." Then just a few more heavy steps and he nudges you, non-too-gently, towards the bed. Nicest bed on the ship (You'd know.). These days, Hector has a taste for all things Comfort; rugs of Egyptian cotton stolen from the Mediterranean sea and sheets of French silk. Could you blame him??

Eagerly, you blindly feel your way to the top and crawl under the covers. You're overcome with cosiness and sleep, but you can't help the grin when you feel an extra blanket from the end of the bed thrown over your body. It might be too much on land, but you can never be too warm on the sea. Not that anyone else on the seven seas, or on any land, get the same consideration from Captain Barbossa as you do.

"G'night." You sigh, curling up into the pillows. He pauses, then makes up his mind and lands a kiss on your head.

~

"Night, lass." Hector gives your hip a pat and a tight squeeze, before disappearing from the room- back to his place at the wheel. As soon as he's back out on deck, the fresh air and a spray of seawater cooling him back to the bone, he shakes his head at himself. "... Christ." He may be a simple old pirate, but he's smart enough to know when he's done for. You ensnared him, somehow, with your pretty eyes and your warm touch, and there's not any getting out of this one.

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Bet on it ( Bradley bradshaw x reader) part 4

summary : when she thinks she made things worse only ends up being the best start of her life , rooster finally does the right thing and calls off the bet to his surprise jake isn't so bad as he thinks. the looming faith of her leaving approaches , the night of all highs come to new lows as she discovers something that makes things fall into rubble and reality of how she never should of fell for bradley bradshaw .

warning : fluffy , allusion to smut , happy time then boom soz the angsty part

previous part

“more than i should of” god how could she lets this happen ,  they barely even began being friends and yet she jumped into bed . it was already awkward trying to navigate the whole thing , shit it took forever for them to even take. wine the reward of soldiering on alone turned to be the curse that put her in this situation . 

“ more than you should of?  darling need some context ?” shit she forgot jake was still on the phone. 

“more than i should of jake i done something stupid and pulled a you thinking with my body parts “ she whispered.  

“ ohh OHH SHIT” 

 “ Yeah he currently from what i can see naked in my bed  you think i could just hide in the closet or crawl space maybe wait til he leaves and never leave my house again?” she asked . 

“ come on darling what if it not so bad” 

“ what if it goes back to before or worse and it like so awkward fucking hell i’m an idiot “ she sank on her sofa . 

“ what if nothing happened ?” he said softer and yet same time she heard the rustling in bed room. 

“ oh shit … bye yeah talk later go texas “ was all she said before the bedroom door opened. “ um morning “ she smiled weakly . 

“ morning sorry i didnt interrupt your call did i “ why did he have to be standing in his underwear looking like second on legs  

“ oh no just jake giving me run down of texas “ she shrugged trying to keep her eyes up and not down .. since when was he this ripped .  “ so how was the sleep “ really y/n get it together .

“ it was good even if you snore  i mean wow but hey it cut” he chuckled as her mouth fell open . 

“ buddy you’re hearing yourself cause i don’t snore “ . 

“ i know but made you smile and less tense was it really that bad?”he asked . 

“ no it was good , great but “ 

“ but?”

“But we should have i mean what if it makes things weird and i’m never good with one night stands hell i think i only ever done it one now twice “ she rambled.

“ who says it can be a one time thing , come on unless the g’s starting to get to me or  i’m going crazy , can’t say there  wasn’t something there last night before well that   “ he asked coming to her. 

“ i mean something could of been the wine or ..” 

“ you felt what i felt and you’re scared look if you want to leave i can we don’t have to speak of it again or we can see were this goes “ .

“ i don’t want you to leave but i am in five months for two years  the timing…” 

“ we can come to that road if needs be but now we still have time to figure it out  right?” he asked more softer holding her face in his face knowing he wasn’t just saying it  and knowing he was going to have a conversation with jake he was not looking forward to and possibly losing his bronco on top of it . “ step by step  see where it takes us ?” .

“ ok but what if it worse and we end up fighting more “ the fear in her eyes of possible going back  he couldn’t deny it was scary and it was sad it took something childish as a bet to even see what was in front of him the whole time  .  

“And what if it best thing we ever done, look  i can promise that whatever happens we will stay friends “ he held up his pinky making her laugh . 

“ ok see where it goes “ she smiled  as he leaned forward kissing her as their pinky fingers intertwined. 

5 weeks since that morning at first  they kept under wraps, keeping it down low and failing completely. Stealing kisses , sharing secret smiles and well being totally oblivious  their friends caught on  after the first two weeks .  they kept it to themselves wait for them to tell them til well they got bored of it , sitting in hard deck watching her across the bar as some recruit was being a little too close for his liking , teeth grinding trying to not let it get to him not blow their cover because he was jealous then the hand  went to her waist as she moved back instantly . 

“ ok go get your girl before you break the bottle , we know ok you both suck at hiding things” nat snorted .

“Don’t know what your talking about “ he gritted. 

“ oh give it up come on do you stay away from my girl thing” she laughed as the rest joined in . 

“ fuck it “ he stood taking to steps at time reaching the bar his hand coming to her waist pulling her to him and putting himself inbetween her and jack off .

“ hey pretty girl  what’s taking you so long” he smiled down wanting to kiss the surprise look on her face. “ yeah they know” he smirked watching her visibility relax til her head looked over to where her dad was sitting  .

“ i knew too “  

“ well there goes my dream of being a spy” . 

“ hey we were talking”  the voice called clearly not cluing into the situation but then again they did have recruits dumber than box of rocks as rooster turned the cocky demeanor went straight out the door and took an uber home as the mans eyes widen . 

“ well  your done i’ll see you monday kid , i’m going to enjoy rest of night with my girlfriend”  was all he said before guiding her back to their table a pitchy “ yes sir “ in the background   .

“ how did you know” she asked. 

“ we’ve caught you both making out in parking lot like alot and bob may have heard somethings when he went to see why rooster didn’t show up for the beach one morning “ javy winked . 

“ yeah lets not bring that up” the WSO  cheeks reddened.

“ I found your panties in his glove box , you want us to go on “ nat smirked. 

“ no we’d be shit spies got it” she hid at his back . 

“ i mean it was surprising at first but made sense like that fighting was actually deep down  sexual tension”payback pointed out. 

 “ he’s right we could spot it happening “ bob  spoke up as rest confirmed. 

“ well we’re taking it step by step  but i hope it never ends” she finally spoke. 

“ what about when you go to new york ?” . 

“ i can take leave and visit , she can visit here we can do it “ knowing he still needed to jake and he was living up to the blondes nickname of being a chicken. 

“ well come to it when we need to “ she added as he kissed her head. 

Monday morning  the recruit barely looking any direction , eye locked on the floor yet he couldn’t  bask in that feeling , he couldn’t even enjoy the new relationship with the guilt hanging thick in the air , the bet stopped being a bet for him  the night of the gala but still without calling it off it was still on in his friends eyes. So one by one he gather the males of the dagger squad and they stood in a conference room like naughty school boy planing their senior prank . pacing knowing this was gonna be shitty and it was gonna piss him off but keeping strong and keeping to the point  

“ i’m calling it off” was all he said for them to know . “ you  want the bronco but i can’t do it anymore , shit it ended the that night” he began rambling. 

“ ok it’s off no bet  “ jake smirked as they all stood shocked well  not them all . 

“ you can have the bronco man just don’t ruin it with upgraded shit it’s piece of art as is “ he paced til it hit him . “ wait that easy … no it can’t be “ his brows arched. 

“  man i seen it moment she walked into that hard deck just needed to get you grow some balls and stop being an ass , good for you chicken hurt her and i’ll shoot you out that sky for real” he patted his shoulder and leaving them all speechless. 

“ we sure that actually hangman and not a clone” fanboy broke the silence and they didn’t tell him shut up or it was crazy for once it was plausible.  

Weeks passing and time of her life then the looming fear that was coming the internship one she once was excited for which she still was but dreading it all in one . one of the best relationship of her life and she now was going to be leaving . she didn’t notice the tears where even falling as they cuddle up watching some movie she couldn’t even remember the plot of til she broke into a sob taking him by surprise yet holding her close. 

“ whats this for” he cooed kissing her  head as she pulled up . 

“ i leave in four weeks and i don’t want to but i want to “ she cried out. 

“ i don’t want you to either if i’m honest but i know you need to pretty girl we can do it , two years isn’t much really i’ll be able visit think of it as practice deployment” he smiled sadly. 

“ i know and i know i can visit shit i’ll be here every weekend even if it for a day or something but still it’s not gonna be same what if it’s too much and you don’t want me ?” she sniffled. 

“ not want you ? not even a possibilities  shit it could be for a decade and i could still be waiting ever since we started this relationship everything made sense  like how i could never settle down or  my mom rambles all those year cause i never love them , never fell in love like i did with the girl i never even saw coming “  he spoke honestly  he was dreading it himself , never in his life did he feel this way , not even a percent did it feel like this . No woman could have his heart like she did .

“ i love you too” she smiled through her tears as fresh ones fell down her cheeks . 

“ look pretty girl we can do this we know it coming and we can make it work” he held her close feeling her close  . 

“ we can make it work “ she repeated . 

“When you do come back how about we never be apart shit even when you visit it our home you visit “ he asked as she looked up , “ move in with me even if it for a few days in the year” he looked down his breathing stopped as he waited and yet words failed her all she could do was nod  and breathe out a yes . “ your lease is up til you leave so me and guys can help back up your stuff and instead of storage we can bring it to our home “ he smiled. 

“ our home shit “ she confirmed . 

“ shit my mom was actually right “ he chuckled . 

“ your mom was always right but which time we talking here” she teased . 

“ when you find the one you just know”  .

 “ i mean she did say it alot  i think we were just too stubborn to see also it took me to ugly cry for you to tell me you love me “ . 

“ you and ugly don’t know each other pretty girl i’m one lucky man “ he peppered her face . 

“  you are lucky old man your right “ she teased hopping up for the chair .

“  i never said old “ he gasped . 

“ nearly forty baby” she called. 

“ hey does that make you my sugar baby?” 

“ make me your midlife crisis” . 

“ oh that it “ he took of making her dart down the hall apartment filling with giggles as two forgot the looming time that was coming and coming fast . 

He wanted it  to be before one more week and she was leaving her suitcase packed and ready waiting the closet one thing out of the way so she could be  with her friends and her family for the remainder of her before.  He selfishly wanted the last weekend with her so one week before he planned a party  letting her  hair  done and a night of fun . penny offered the hard deck straight away closing it down for a night . bossing his fellow squadron to make sure it was nothing less then perfection , nat lucked out under the guise of girls day getting hair and shit done which now other wished they thought of it as rooster was like a bridezilla and then the thought of their marriage in future mental note to be busy then . slowly the people in her life started arriving beth the wonderful and divine finally accepted bradley , he was delighted not being scared anymore , other nurses and doctors , pals she’d made from being in hard deck and superiors who watched them grow up . 

“ i’m proud of you kid this is wow” pete smiled his arm wrapping around  the man shoulder. 

“ think she’ll like it?” 

“ she’ll love it .. i’m so happy you both found each other really i don’t think i’ve ever seen her this happy “ he smiled brightly .

“ i’ll spend rest of my life making sure she is  , mav honestly she the one “ he sighed happily. 

“ shit i had this conversation before only different bradshaw , i see it i see your dad and mom when i look at you two when your dad said that to me a week later he popped the question , i’m not saying you are but you got my blessing when you do” he hugged him tightly 

“ dusty in here huh” bradley coughed wiping his eyes . 

“ very “ copying as the two pulled themselves together. 

“ shush she coming” bob hissed taking his post as look out a little too seriously as he hit the lights, 

“ nat you sure it…” 

“ SURPRISE “  they all yelled making her fly back into the awaiting female pilot. 

“ i’m sure “ she winked steadying her. 

 “ what is this “ she gasped looking around .

“ it’s a party for us to say we love you and that rooster will bit anyone that come near next weekend “ jake teased, 

“ not wrong even might bark “ rooster nodded. 

“ can’t tell if he’s joking or not “ fanboy whispered. 

“ so drink , eat and have the night you deserve baby girl this is all for you “ he lift her up and spun her around . 

“ i always liked him” beth cooed. 

“ no you didn’t marcus added. 

“ he’s tired come on lets get this party started “ she yelled out as everyone cheered . 

“ i would like to say few words before we do  get speeches out the way before we all get drunk” her dad called out. “  y/n my little girl always  i’m proud of you , how smart you are “ . 

“ get’s it from her mother side “ cyclone teased as everyone laughed. 

“ for once i agree with you simpson , since y/n was able to walk she always said she was going to be a doctor , always ready to patch someone up with her pick little toy doctor case , ready to care for someone when their sick even when she could barely see over the bed or chair they were in now a beautiful young woman following that dream and not stopping only getting better and better and i’m just beyond proud of you kiddo , i proud you never lost that reason to care , that  reason to love no matter who it is and how i get to watch that unfold has beating everything i’ve done in my life except one they day i became your father” he smiled softly . 

“ shit is dusty in here” she chuckled  wiped her eyes running to her fathers arms.  “ i love you dad” muffled but he could hear it loud and clear. 

“ love you too kiddo” 

“ while were doing this now i just wanted to say we are all proud of you darling and i love you too since you came into this very bar and put me in my place i knew then and there i found a friend for life” jake called . 

“ san diego isn’t gonna be the same without you “ javy smiled .

“ we’ll take care of rooster for you “ bob added. 

“ i love you all every single person in this room has impacted it for the best and even though i’m going to the big city  i’m coming home here because it not the place it’s the people in it “ she smiled softly . 

“ My girl is right … yeah my girl bragging again but how can you not when you get to fall for one of the most amazing women on earth , one i hope to build a bright future after a shitty past . i never saw a future other than being a pilot  following my father footsteps in career sense and scoffing at the thought of a family  then after a night with y/n mitchell i couldn’t stop thinking of a new future one that didn’t involve ranks or being the best well that’s a lie because i want to be the best for her , best partner and hopefully one day a even better husband .. i am proud of you so much pretty girl your going to pave a way and help so many more in the future  i don’t know what i did in a past life to deserve you but i’m grateful i get to have that honor” he held her close as they all raised their glasses . 

“ rooster is one lucky man got the love of his life and hangman didn’t get his bronco 

” fanboy cheered as she laughed. 

“ his car ? i’m so lost “ she said as the man didn’t  realized what he said or what he was about to say . 

“ ignore em darling think he drank too fast” jake stood forward . 

“ what is going on really “ she chuckled . 

“ stupid bet rooster could get you an i get his bronco if he couldn’t “ the moment the  words fell from his lips the room went silent and even if it wasn’t  everything blurred together. 

“I was a bet” she looked up . 

“ no no it not like that darling it was..” 

“ and you my best friend oh my god “ 

“ listening baby it was at start but its not now it hasn’t been for a while “ bradley went to hold her she pushed him off her. 

“ what is wrong with you both what the fuck” nat growled, 

“ thanks for coming everyone really but erm yeah “ she turned running out feeling the eye of pity too much . 

“ baby wait” .

The cold air hitting  , she felt sick , stupid she fell for it all  and yet it was all a bet , a joke at her expense of course it would be  , the sudden need to make up and oh god she felt like an idiot heading to her car needing to get out of there  , away from it all . 

“ please y/n wait” he called. 

“ get away from me you sick freak who does something like that play with someone like that you need help  and i loved you sick part of me still does  my feelings were real and yours put on all sake of a bronco”  she scoffed tears of burning anger falling down her face. 

“ it was a bet at first but after the gala i couldn’t do it” he said wanting to hold her.

“ he’s right darling “ jake stood regretting it all knowing he should  of went  a different way . 

“ both of you leave me alone i never want to see you again “ she spat venom falling from her tongue . 

“ you don’t mean that “ he stood back . 

“ bet on it that i do it what your good at” she got into the car not even looking their way  as she drove off .

“ please don’t mean it” he whispered watching her car in the distance before she was gone. " what have i done?" he looked at jake who for once stood quiet. " i need to make this right i can lose her " he paced.

" give her space tonight man she's angry she not going to listen we both know that but tomorrow i'll even help " the blonde finally spoke .

" i can't lose her" bradley repeated his own tears falling.

part 5

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A.N : welp i hurt my own feeling making this part </3

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FINAL TETRO TRIAL NOTES

MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TETRO DANGANRONPA PINK’S FINALE BELOW

It took forever to watch because of how I kept pausing to lose my marbles

I am scared

I’ve been waiting all day for this

IS WADA GONNA BE OUT FOR HALF THE TRIAL?

ITS TWO HOURS?!?

WE’RE IN FOR A LONG RIDE

Hiroaki IMMEDIATELY BLAMING TAMBA FOR MAIS DEATH NOOOOOOOO

I MEAN IF YOU MEAN THIS IN HOW MAI ENDED

WE ARE TWO SECONDS IN

DUDE AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL AFTER THIS TRIAL

HIROAKI IS COMING FOR EVERYBODY’S THROATS

Ken literally just asked if something happened during the investigation

THE WITHDRAWAL IS HITTING HIM LIKE A TRUCK

Hasegawa trying to get them together

YANAGI FINALLY SPOKE

I KNEW HE’D COME IN SCREAMING

Wada’s up! He’s back!

Tamba is actually being nice to him and I am here for it!!!!

Yanagi is ready to LOCK IN

Hiroaki is really snippy

Okay they’re figuring out the bombs

Okay they’re about to get on Wada I knew it

Tamba is trying to have faith in somebody for once

I take that back Tamba is chucking him under the bus

Camera time!

Yanagi trying to bring this debate together, channeling his inner Sasaki

WE HAVE NOTHING

Wada doesn’t know what vertical and horizontal means?

Why does she have blood in her mouth in her portrait then? If the body had none?

I got a theory she was weakened with poison or something, like genuinely, I am not joking x

HES STARVING THATS WHATS WRONG

FIREFLY DUO COULD NOT FIND EVIDENCE THEY WERE STUCK

OMG WE’RE BACK ON THE “YOUR SELFISH NO YOUR SELFISH” STUFF

TAMBA STOP TELLING HIM TO OFF HIMSELF

DONT BRING KAMIMURA’S HISTORY INTO THIS

TAMBA TRYING TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT WHERE WERE YOU

ARE WE GONNA GO BACK TO THAT EVE RT TWENTY MINUTES

WAIT MAI LOCKED THEM?!?

YANAGI DEFENDING HER TO THE END

Yeah what would Mai gain from that?

We’re only a quarter the way in, oh boy.

Hiroaki has a point tho all the options have to be explored if they wanna live

Skater boy?

THEY FORGOT TO CHECK POCKETS

HASEGAWA TRYING TO HOLD HIS ANGER IN

Why does Ojima think she can teleport?

SHE WAS SNEAKING LIKE A INTERNATIONAL SUPER SPY

How could anyone break a camera?

THEYRE JUMPING WADA NOW

WADA MADE A D.I.Y CAST

Wada GOT A GUN

FINALLY THEY BROUGHT UP WADAS BASEMENT BAN

Okay I think Wada’s safe he wasn’t accused very late

THANK GOODNESS

HE’S GOING ON ABOUT HOW HE’S A GOOD KID AND BE DIDNT DO ANYTHING

WADA YOU ARE A GOOD KID

HIM REPEATING IIIIIIIIITTTTTTT

HOW DID MAI DIE? HOW DID THEY GET HER?

WHY DID YOU LIE IF YOU STAYED IN THE GARDEN?

WRONG SACRIFICE RIGHT REWARD

THERES NO WAY SHE DID IT

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING AGAIN

I thought he locked up again

SOMEONE TAKE THAT KID TO A HOSPITAL

DONT BRING THE SHOOTING-UP IN THE BATHROOM UP?

YOUR BOTH IRRATIONAL

NO HIROAKI STOP SAYING THAT

I FORGOT ABOUT [Reunion]

TIME TO GO OVER THE EVENTS OVER THE WEEK

PART TWO

They’re all working so hard WHO DID THIS

OMG THEY SWAPPED THE MILK WITH ALMOND MILK IM CALLING IT

OH IT WAS SOY MILK

Does that count as a poison mention?

OMG THEY KEEP STEALING IDEAS FROM OKAZAKI

THEY MADE ANOTHER KEY

Wait Hasegawa didn’t take any of the painkillers?

HOW DID WE GET HIGHEGAWA AND DRUNKJIMA?

Did they forget Okazaki took the cigar box? She taunted him

Okazaki screwing things over from the grave again

I knew they’d get on Hasegawa

SOMEONE GOT OJIMA WHILE HE WAS DISSOCIATING? YOU CONNIVING KILLER.

NOOOOOOOOOO OJIMA

SOMEONE GET THIS KID THERAPY

HE BETTER GET BACK TO HIS BROTHERS

DONT SUGGEST HIROAKI WOULD DO THAT

EVERYBODY GETS TO YELL

SOMEONE SNUCK UP ON HIM IT WASNT HIROAKI

EVERYBODY is a suspect

The fact that Von called her dumb but literally everyone here is convinced she’s very intelligent

We’re approaching the final quarter of the trial

The one thing keeping me from looking at Hasegawa is how helpful he’s being

YANAGI IS FIGHTING FOR HER HONOR

KEEP HAMA OUT OF THIS WE JUST SAW HIS MESSED UP PORTRAIT

Mai would not kill them all

THEY ARE IMPLYING SHE PULLED A WATARI

THE MEDBAY INCIDENT IS GONNA TRAUMATIZE THOSE GUYS FOREVER

SHE WANTED THEM ALL OUT

SHE IS NOT THIS PETTY SHE DID NOT CARE ABOUT THE FILES

OMG HIROAKIS TRYING TO DO A CLOSING ARUGRMENT

SHE GOT DOUBLE-CROSSED

OMG HE HAS NO IDEA

HOW DID SHE DIE?

Back on Wada or Tamba

WHY DOES TAMBA HAVE THE SCARED SPRITE

WHY DOES SHE HAVE THE SCARED SPRITE

NONONONO

WE GOT A QUARTER LEFT COME ON THERES NO WAY

WHY DOES SHE HAVE THE SCARED SPRITE

NO WAY NO WAY

THIS IS A YANAGI OR TRIAL-TWO HAMA CASE RIGHT?

THERE IS NO WAY

SHE LOOKS TERRIFIED NO WAY

SHE AND YANAGI WERE AT THE BOTTOM OF MY SUSPECT LIST

HOW WOULD SHE KILL HER

WHAT WAS THE SAFETY SACRIFICE

YEAH IT MAKES NO SENSE

She herself said she’d never confess

SHE WAS SO GENUINE LAST INVESTIGATION

SHE COULD BE ACTING OH NO

IS SHE GETTING FRAMED?

I CANT BELIEVE IT

NO NO NO

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE

ARE ALL THE GIRLIES GONNA DIE?

LITERAL BACKSTAB?!

WAIT WE GOT LIKE HALF AN HOUR THERES NO WAY

I knew the cleanup would be with pool water

Hellbent reference?

We got nothing solid

ARE WE GONNA GET A BLACKENED WIN?

I can’t tell

I cannot tell

OMG WE’RE GETTING CLOSER TO THE END?

ON ONE HAND WE KNOW SHE’D NEVER CONFESS AND SHE WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN ESCAPE

ON THE OTHER WHAT IS SHE SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THIS?!

Hayashi isn’t a genius but she isn’t blindly trusting

She suspected Yanagi of all people for just a moment after all

We got twenty minutes still

THERE IS NO WAY

MONOMOKO WANTING THEM TO BE SURE OMG THEY’RE ABOUT TO MAKE A MISTAKE

MONOMOKO JUST SAVED THEM

YES THEYRE GONNA LISTEN TO HER

THEY REALLY GOT ME THERE

Monomoko hinting!!!

THE FORESHADOWING

OMG OKAZAKI DID SOMETHING THAT ACTUALLY HELPED OMG

IT WAS THE SAFETY REWARD

WAS IT KEN?

KEN TELL ME YOU DIDNT DO THIS

THE YANAGI SPRITE CHANGE

HE LOOKS ACTUALLY TERRIFYING KEN RUN

YANAGI IS ABOUT TO EXECUTE KEN HIMSELF

How is Hasegawa this calm?

WHOS HOLDING HIM BACK? Hiroaki?

KEN YOU EVIL GENIUS

WHY DID YOU TAKE INSPO FROM OKAZAKI OF ALL PEOPLE YOU DESPISE HER FOR WHAT SHE DID TO TOSHI

YANAGI IS GOING TO LOSE HIS MIND EVEN MORE HE WAS THE LAST PERSON WHO COULD OF POSSIBLY STOPPED IT

But he fell asleep.

THEYRE DEBATING AS THEY RESTRAIN YANAGI OMG

HASEGAWA WOULD BE BIG BRAIN ENOUGH TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO LIFT HER WITHOUT RAW STRENGTH

HE TIED HER TO THE GURNEY AND KILLED HER HASEGAWA

THEY HAD GURNEYS?!

SPIKES AGAIN?!

THE WAY THIS PARALLELS OKAZAKIS PLOT

HE DOESNT CARE LOOK AT HIS FACE

He. Does. Not. Care. Anymore

HE WAS MY TOP SUSPECT

OMG HE LIED AND MANIPULATED THEM

HE LIED ABOUT BEING HURT BY OJIMA

HE KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT HIS OPPONENTS

HE WAS PLAYING 4-D CHESS WITH THEM

Maybe you locked yourself in there to punish yourself for your wrongdoings, your failures towards him, killing everybody?

Hiroaki’s explanation also makes sense

WADA CLOSING ARGUMENT HECK YEAH

I THOUGHT WE ESTABLISHED HE SUCKED AT LYING

I guess picked up a book on lying?

HE RAGED PSYCHOLOGICAL WAREFARE

Okay I don’t know when but Yanagi looked like he chilled out a little, he doesn’t look homicidal anymore

THIS WAS AN INCREDIBLE PLAN I EXPECT NOTHING LESS OF YOU QUIZ SHOW GUY

BUT ALSO CURSE YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO THESE PEOPLE

AND MAI

SHE’LL NEVER GET TO GO HOME BECAUSE OF YOU

NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT—YOU KNOW HER PARENTS WOULD NEVER STOP LOOKING FOR HER DONT YOU?

THAT IS JUST—DUDE.

IT WAS REMOTE?

HES DOXING THE STAFF

YONEKURA HERSELF HAD TO JUMP IN

THE ALARM TO SHUT HIM UP

HOW DID HE FIND THOSE NAMES?!?

THATS WHAT YOU CARE ABOUT? YOUR GONNA DIE

IS YANAGI STRANGLING HIM?

EXPLAIN. NOW. KEN.

THIS HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH ISONO?

I KNEW HE DID THIS BECAUSE KAMIMURA DIED

His self-loathing man

OF COURSE THIS TIES INTO HIS GUILT OF KAMIMURA’S DEATH

It wasn’t all his fault, not even any of his fault. IT WAS ALL OKAZAKI AND SHES DEAD NOW

EXACTLY YANAGI

THEY ARE NOT AWFUL AWFUL KEN DUDE STOP PROJECTING YOUR GUILT ONTO THEM

“You only care about keeping yourselves alive” *Makes an entire plan the hinges on Mai’s selflessness*

He is delusional

HE. DOES. NOT. CARE.

WHAT ABOUT YOUR MOM AND MAO AND YOUR DAD AND HIS GIRLFRIEND THEY LOVE YOU THEY WANT YOU TO GET HOME BOY

He felt like he had it all, and then it was all ripped away

He was secure, he had a loving family. His quiz show earnings would ensure he and his loved ones be able to live comfortably for life.

He even made a best friend here!

Then he gets butchered across the hall from him

Could Kamimura forgive him for this? All of this? I do wonder.

He just wants to get this over with

HES TALKING TO US WATCHING FROM THE VOID HE HOPES WE AT LEAST ENJOYED THIS

HES TELLING US TO DIE

Those were his last words…

This is definitely at least top two in terms of favorite trials for me.

This series was a wonderful and painful experience.