#This hair has me in a chokehold btw

[alltimefail-sims]

Oops, my hand slipped!

[solardriftx]

(click for better quality ><) uuh something something reptiles as a symbol for change. a molting snake prone to striking and a chameleon reflecting the light of its environment

[eelnoise]

anamnesis (nsfw!)

zoro x afab!reader has a sequel kinda now cw: masturbation, solo m, pining, piv sex, some fluff wc: 912 an: zoro jerking off to reader during the timeskip has me in a chokehold. VERY self indulgent btw. tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @willowbelle @strawheart-pirate @themushroomofdeath

The damn island is too dark for anyone’s own good on most days, far too easy to miss a turn on the path back to the castle and subsequently ending up lost for a few hours. Countless times has Zoro wandered about the grounds absent-mindedly, thinking neither here nor there about where his feet take him, and countless times more has someone - usually the ghost girl - come to fetch him should he be gone too long.

But tonight sees Mihawk away, leaving him alone to train by himself for several days. Though usually up to the task of working on technique, he finds himself instead somewhere about the grounds with his back flat against a grassy hillside, eyes glued shut with one hand sprawled out on his stomach while the other hastily fists at his cock.

There’s a bit of shame to it that still lingers. Not of the act in itself but because at the very forefront of his mind all Zoro can see is traces of his limbs entangled with yours with clothes long shed and tossed aside, tucked away in some private corner of the ship having your fill of one another.

A soft grunt escapes from his lips as he pictures you above him, thighs at either side of his own with your hands tangled into fistfuls of his hair. He imagines his fingertips dipping harshly into the soft flesh of your hips, thighs - just whatever he can get his hands on while you roll your hips up and down on his length. 

Zoro can all but taste your lips upon his - a recurring pattern of this already unusual behavior from him - locked in a loop of increasingly messy, breathless kisses. He craves his tongue entwined with yours, wanting to capture every sound you make, to swallow each one to sate a sweet tooth reserved for you and only you.

In a moment that now feels like an age gone by, the two of you had shared a very passionate moment - one he can scarcely remember the moments leading up to. The kiss you had given him that night on the open sea - his first - just days before your forced separation nearly two years ago replays in his head on repeat, muting the nuances prior but sends with it a barrage of emotion he continues to struggle to bear yet yearns to understand.

It’s why the reverie behind his lids dances with visions of you and sings in the tune of your voice. It’s why his toes curl in his boots at the thought of your skin upon his in the most intimate of ways. It’s why he craves the whole of you, why he wants to somehow find the words to tell you how he feels, why he thinks of you before he sleeps and why he hears your voice bid him good morning each time he wakes.

And now, it’s why he’s desperately stroking himself and wishing beyond hope that his hand was your pussy instead. 

With his free hand he bundles the collar of his shirt between his teeth in an attempt to hide his own breathlessness. His legs bend at the knee in focus, and the sheer need that overtakes him in these final moments elicits a muffled growl from deep within his gut with the thought of just how good it would feel to fill you from the inside out and let proof of the act slide from your core and down his cock. 

Zoro tightens his jaw and sweat beads trickle down his face as his pace quickens, and suddenly he’s biting at the bit to know just how you sound when you cum. In his mind’s eye you’re clawing down his back while he takes control, fucking up into you in a starry-eyed chase of clemency. Your fantasized voice pants his name like a prayer in his ear, finally forcing your lips apart to break into pieces atop him. 

He wants to take you there and back again, needs to see your face twisted in delirium from something only he can supply. His head spins with the image of you writhing in his arms, yours holding onto him tightly when you tip over the edge. You cry out for him to keep going, you leave sloppy open-mouthed kisses along his neck, you whine and mewl and dig your nails down his back,muttering into his flesh about how good it feels or how much you-

How much you love him.

Zoro cums the instant the fictional you says the words in his head, the fabric in his mouth doing little to stifle the groans of pleasure playing from his lips while he covers his hand and lower belly in thick white spend with your name on his tongue, face in his mind, and voice in his soul. 

He slides his shirt from his shoulders and quickly cleans himself up. Sitting up on the darkened hillside with his elbows resting on his knees, Zoro sighs and raises his now halfened gaze to the heavens. Are you staring up at the same sky, wherever you are? He scans the endless ocean of stars above, missing the times where you’d be next to him on the deck pointing out the various constellations and explaining their meanings - and even though he still doesn’t believe in astrology, Zoro has each of your favorite ones memorized.

He wants to tell you he has a favorite one, too.

[marimology]

Hi just found your account, love it btw <3. Also just started One Piece after watching the One Piece Live Action, I'm so hopelessly in love with Live Action Zoro 😫

Feel free to ignore, it's just that I'm head empty with my only thought being this hc.

once zoro has you in his arms while cuddling, you've fallen into a trap that you can't escape from. Because he will fall asleep on you in five minutes and he will have a death grip around you. no matter how hard you try he just will not let you go until he wakes up. you're mad at him for holding you hostage for hours and he promises of cuddles and kisses to make up for it. too bad that you're a little slow and realize your mistake too late, and you're trapped in his arms once more

Soft zoro has me in a chokehold I- akrjakgowlngpw

am I hugging my pillow as hard as I can imagining this? yes, yes I am

WELCOME TO THE JOURNEY ANON .. y’all need to stop praising me you’ll make my ego rise ALSO WOOO 200 FOLLOWERS

opla!zoro x reader

notes : this is pirate hunter era zoro because i barely see stuff for him. i love this stinky man hope you don’t mind that it’s transmasc reader

roronoa zoro was not normally a touch starved man you both weren’t , but for some odd reason he just couldn’t let go of you . what was supposed to be a nap that you two took took together later turned into into you trying to escape from the green-haired man’s clutches.

“zoro”

silence

“zoro”

followed by more silence

“zoro let me go—“ you were cut off as he brung the hilt of one of his swords to your lips trying to shush you

“shhhh it’s sleepy time”

“roronoa zoro I swear to the gods… did you just say sleepy time?”

you were once again cut off by the snoring noises of the man beneath you , making you roll your eyes . you attempted to remove yourself from his grip once more before plopping down and giving up and crossing your arms in frustration.

“stupid marimo” you mummered as you just attempted to make yourself comfortable because when this man sleeps he likes to sleep.

after a few hours he had finally woken up placing his head on shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“afternoon” he yawned pulling you close

“sleep well?” you asked clearly annoyed crossing your arms.

“with you here? of course” he replied poking your cheeks as you playfully glared at him “m sorry want me to kiss you and give you cuddles to help” he asked as you hummed and he placed a kiss on your lips

wait a minute

“i - zoro- “

“nope too late not letting you go now”

“fuck you”

“i’ll do that later pretty boy”

[james-bucky-barnackle]

Froyo

Synopsis: During a premiere red carpet with Drew, an interviewer’s question accidentally reveals that a seemingly ordinary dinner was actually Drew’s attempt at a first date covered by two random tiktoks. Pairing: Drew Starkey x Actress!Reader Word Count: IDK I'm too sleep deprived to count A/N: I know I still owe you guys a Gwayne Hightower fanfic, but the chokehold Drew fucking Starkey has on me is insane. btw, I realized this is the second time I've created a fic based on real people vs the normal Marvel character thingy I do. And to be honest, there's gonna be a lot more... so maybe I should make this a series considering they're all triggered by an interview and Y/N's always an actress lol. ALSO at the end, there's a poll on what you think should happen next, and best believe I'll do my best to write that.

There’s an edit circulating on TikTok of you and your co-star Drew Starkey from your red carpet interview together. You’re both starring in an Amazon limited series about college classmates who become close after witnessing your professor’s murder and are now on a shared mission to solve the crime. You’ve known him closely for a year now, but have been following his career even before that. I mean, who wouldn’t? The man is gorgeous. But of course, you couldn’t let him know that.

As shooting began, the two of you grew closer, and you decided to be professional and put that whole fascination aside. You’ve both even dated other actors and celebrities, which have also been topics for gossip channels and paparazzi photos. Despite all that, you’ve hung out plenty, mostly in groups but also during breaks in filming—often grabbing lunch and coffee together.

Today, you and Drew are laughing as you finally see the edit that’s been at the top of both your PR’s nightmare list.

You’re dressed in an elegant beige gown, skin-tight and slightly sheer, which Carrie Bradshaw would definitely call the naked dress. Your hair is pulled back in a low bun, bangs effortlessly framing your face. You’ve just arrived at the red carpet, taking your time to chat with interviewers. The first few questions are light, mostly about how fun it was working on set and, of course, what you're wearing.

After a few minutes, Drew catches up to you. He’s in a baby blue suit, sepia shades covering his eyes, smelling incredible. His presence is like a tight, warm hug—well, a little tighter on your chest. His voice sends tingles down your spine as he whispers, one hand casually placed on the small of your back.

“What did I miss?” He smiles at you and the interviewer.

“Oh, nothing much, I was just telling Amelia how you’re always late to everything.” You smirk, shooting a playful look at the camera. Amelia, your interviewer, raises her eyebrows dramatically, playing along. Both of you laugh as Drew backs away, feigning offense.

“I’ve been here since like—” He starts to defend himself.

“Like five minutes ago,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Valid,” he agrees with a shrug, laughing.

Amelia continues her interview, moving on to ask about the possibility of a second season.

“I mean, yeah, I’d love to do a second season, for sure,” you nod, glancing at Drew, who’s nodding along, letting you take the lead. “But I’m not sure if it makes sense, since it was originally written as a one-season story. For that to happen, someone might have to die again so Kelsea and James can investigate something new.”

Kelsea and James are the names of the characters you play—who, of course, end up dating on the show.

“So you’re saying someone has to die for the two of you to get back together on set?” Amelia jokes, her deadpan delivery only making it funnier.

“I mean, I don’t know!” You laugh. “You’re twisting my words, Amelia!”

“I honestly think you just don’t want to hang out with me anymore, Y/N,” Drew chimes in, a playful pout on his face. “I’m hurt.”

“Is that why there wasn’t a second date?” Amelia asks, teasingly. Her tone is light, but the question lands hard. Drew’s eyes widen in surprise, his smile freezing as if even he didn’t see that one coming. He covers his mouth, trying not to laugh while you stand there, looking utterly confused.

“Second date? What?” You laugh, trying to figure out if this is some sort of red carpet joke you weren’t briefed on. You glance at Drew, who’s just shaking his head, still grinning but not offering any explanations.

You lower your voice, leaning towards him, “What is she—what date?” You chuckle awkwardly, trying to maintain your cool, though the confusion is clearly written all over your face. Drew glances at Amelia, then back at you, and you can tell he feels a little bad now.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of awkward silence, Drew admits, “When we got dinner and froyo.” He says it so nonchalantly that it takes you a second to process.

“That was a date?!” you whisper-yell, smacking his arm, your jaw practically hitting the floor. “You said it was just dinner!”

“I know!” Drew laughs, his cheeks turning a little pink. “I said that because I thought you didn’t like me back! I was sending out signals!”

“What signals?” you ask, still reeling from the shock. “That’s unfair, you said it was just dinner! I feel so bad—I didn’t know!” You place your hand on his arm, squeezing it apologetically. You’re both laughing now, but you’re also genuinely flustered.

“I did tell you!” Drew protests. “I said, ‘Do you want to have dinner with me?’ And you were like, ‘Are we bringing Madz along?’ And when I said no, you were like, ‘Why?’”

“That is not enough, Drew!” You laugh, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Your PR team is probably dying, but at least this little moment might boost some publicity for the show. You actually remember the video Amelia might be referring to; your assistant had sent it to you a few months back. You found it interesting and even funny because you honestly thought it was just a fan shipping the two of you together—cutting together videos and photos of you and Drew when you were out to eat. You try to recall what that day was like and pick apart whatever signals Drew was referring to, but you really can’t remember anything different from the way he’s interacted with you since you two first met.

You realize the gag has gone on long enough and decide to wrap it up before the awkwardness can escalate further.

“Amelia, I’m so sorry about this,” you say with a dramatic sigh, trying to regain your composure. “Even while confessing his undying love for me, he’s still late. Men, what can you do?”

Drew, still chuckling, wraps an arm around you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his way of apologizing. You feel a warmth settle over you, even as your mind is still catching up to everything.

The camera flashes pop around you, and suddenly, those TikTok edits of you looking perpetually confused start to make a little more sense.

When the premiere starts, halfway through the screening, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You check your makeup, but instead of heading straight back to the theater, you decide to take a moment. The whole "date reveal" situation has thrown you off more than you realized, and you need a second to process it. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, replaying the interview in your head. You haven't had the chance to talk to Drew about it since, and the thought lingers in the back of your mind. You don’t want another clueless moment to make it into the tabloids.

You wash your hands, fix your makeup, and prepare to head back out. But as you step through the door, you see Drew standing there, waiting.

“Well, look who it is—the jokester,” you say, crossing your arms with a mock grin. “Here to ask me out on another one-sided date?”

Drew smirks, stepping closer. “Huh? What are you talking about? I’m just here to pee,” he teases, nudging your shoulder.

“Not funny,” you mutter, rolling your eyes but feeling a smile tug at the corner of your mouth.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” His smile softens, and for the first time since the red carpet, you can tell he actually feels a little guilty. “I really am.”

“You should be!” You huff, but your tone is playful now, your annoyance melting away as you meet his eyes. "That was so long ago."

Drew takes a step closer, and you suddenly become very aware of the quietness around you. It’s just the two of you now, the noise of the premiere distant, almost forgotten. His gaze flickers to your lips for just a second, and your heart skips a beat.

“Y/N…” He hesitates, like he’s trying to find the right words. “About that second date…”

“You mean actual first date?” you correct him, raising an eyebrow, trying to keep your cool.

Drew pauses, then chuckles softly. “Yeah,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “Actual first date. What do you think?”

You stare at him, caught off guard. You weren’t expecting him to just put it out there like that. His easygoing nature usually means he hides behind jokes or avoids direct confrontation. But now, with no cameras, no noise—just you and him—he’s being sincere.

“You know,” you say, your voice quieter now, “if you made it clear the first time, I still would’ve said yes.”

Drew’s eyes widen slightly, and a smile slowly spreads across his face. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you nod, feeling a mix of relief and excitement. “Really.”

His grin widens, and there’s something boyishly excited about it, like you’ve just given him the best news of the day. “No froyo this time, I promise.”

“Good,” you laugh. “Because that wasn’t a date.”

“Duly noted.” He steps closer, his hand brushing yours, and this time it doesn’t feel accidental. His fingers curl around yours lightly, the touch sending a spark through you.

“You know, we could leave early,” he suggests, glancing back towards the theater. “Skip the rest of the screening, maybe grab some dinner… somewhere where I make it clear it’s a date.”

You bite your lip, considering it, but your eyes narrow playfully. “And deal with the wrath of our PR teams later? You must love living dangerously.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You make a good point. But I promise, after all the photos, after all the interviews... we’ll do this right.”

You nod, smiling at him. “I’ll hold you to that.”

With that, you both walk back into the theater. His hand lingers on yours for a moment longer before he finally lets go, and even as you take your seats for the rest of the screening, the air between you has changed.

You glance at him once more, feeling that familiar warmth return, only this time, it’s not confusing or awkward.

The noise of the film dims around you, though you’re still hyper-aware of the room, the hundreds of eyes on the screen, and the occasional flash from the press in the back. Drew leans back in his seat, arms crossed loosely, but he’s not watching the movie either. Instead, he looks over at you, catching your eye.

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, and you quickly face forward, pretending to focus on the movie. But then, from the corner of your vision, you feel him move slightly closer. The tension that was always there, that you’d pushed aside so many times, is undeniable now.

After the premiere ends, there’s the usual round of applause and the hum of people slowly rising to leave. Drew stands up first, offering you his hand, and even though you can stand up just fine on your own, you take it. There’s something about that gesture that feels significant—like you’ve crossed a line you didn’t realize you were approaching until now.

You’re both still in work mode, nodding and smiling at the industry people you pass, but the moment you’re outside, the cool night air hitting your face, Drew turns to you, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Alright,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “How do you feel about grabbing that dinner tonight?”

You blink, caught off guard by how fast he’s moving. “Tonight? We just got out of the premiere,” you laugh, though there’s excitement bubbling under the surface. “I know, but if I wait any longer, who knows what crazy schedules we’ll get caught up in again.” He steps closer, his smile genuine, warm. “I’ve waited this long to actually do it right. What’s a few more hours?"

“Alright,” you say, a grin breaking through. “Let’s do it. Dinner—our actual first date.”

His eyes light up. “Great. I know a place.”

The restaurant Drew takes you to is tucked away, quiet and intimate, and you laugh at how quaint it is, most of the other diners are old enough to be your grandparents. You feel comfort knowing most of them don't have phones let alone know who the both of you are. For all they care, you could be two kids coming home from a costume party just ending the night with a bite.

“So,” you say as you both sit down, menus in hand but neither of you really looking at them. “This is what a proper date feels like, huh?”

Drew leans back in his chair, grinning. “Better than froyo, right?”

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Significantly better.”

There’s a moment of comfortable silence, the kind where you both just look at each other and realize this is happening—really happening. You’re on a date with Drew, and it’s not some PR stunt or a casual hangout. It’s real. And for the first time, you’re letting yourself want it. "You think they're wondering why we're over dressed?" You hide behind a menu. "Overdressed? Excuse me? This is what I wear everyday." Drew retorts, making you chortle.

“So,” you say, resting your chin on your hand, “What’s the plan after this? Froyo?”

Drew chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

He grins, eyes glinting with that same playful energy you’ve always liked. “Well, I’ll make sure tonight’s memorable enough that it overshadows that.”

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[ozzgin]

I can't get your yakuza headcanons out of my mind, Daitou's got me in a chokehold and I'm not complaining, like--

in regards to that doodle you made to show height difference between reader and the boys [I love your art btw (●♡∀♡)] - I can't picture myself in reader's style, I'm currently going through my goth phase in my 20s lmao; picture a big bitch with tattoos and messy hair who's listening to nothing but 2000s hits and screamo bands - so I'd like to request a headcanon of how Daitou would react to a gender-neutral reader like this :D I also like to incorporate the idea of them once being in a famous band that he's a fan of! (sorry if this seems like a lot, I have a huge imagination hehe)

but if he's more into the cute and helpless type, I'll just walk my ass out the door and yeehaw my way into another yandere's arms ✌😔

That's on me for not drawing the reader inserts as cartoonish cinder blocks :') In truth I'm a little bit embarrassed seeing how many likes that doodle has gotten, it was something I put together in a hurry and the clothing was meant to be baggy, shapeless, with not too many folds for the sake of simplicity. I myself am more of a pilgrim goth, just to emphasize the randomness of the choice.

Drawing reader inserts always leaves me a little anxious. If I use a light shade of gray, will people think I'm excluding poc? Will plus sized readers feel like they've been disregarded? What about masculine readers? As someone who's demiromantic I always struggle taking appearance or gender into consideration, because to me it has no influence whatsoever. Which is hard to express when you want to offer blank slate visuals as an extra to the story.

What I'm trying to say is that all of my characters would like you for who you are. Sure, they find your looks cute, but it's not the defining reason. Maybe you have similar traits to them, maybe you're the complete opposite and they find it intriguing. You could be a buff man and Daitou would be just as grateful to have someone who isn't afraid of him. I usually stick to a female reader for bigger stories to avoid messing it up long term, but in the grand scheme of things it makes no difference. I always imagine reader to be a shapeless blob that provides the dialogue I need for the story mood. There's no concrete preference or type for any of my OCs. I mean, ideally you'd like them back and not hang them upside down above a BBQ pit but I feel these are sensible requirements (?).

And now for the actual headcanons since my ramble is over.

First encounter is comically awkward but for reasons you’re unaware of yet. You’re obviously used to people staring at you (more so in a country like Japan), so you were expecting the curious glance every now and then. On the other hand, being under scrutiny, from a man even more unusual looking than you at that, is odd. Mildly uncomfortable. You’re shifting yourself from one leg to another, hoping to be done with the introductions soon.

On his end, Daitou is anxiously fidgeting and trying his best to focus. He’s seen this face before and he can’t shake off the familiar feeling. Where the hell…He obviously can’t downright gawk at you, and he isn’t sure how to politely formulate a question. After several sheepish peeks, it finally dawns on him: weren’t you part of that band he really likes? No, what would the chances be? Then again, how many people out there would look exactly like you? Is it rude to ask? He has no idea. He resumes his mumbled description of the apartment and hands you the papers to be signed.

Back at his place, he finally digs through his merch and sprawls out the available clues. “I didn’t know you were into this kind of music”, Kazuya comments as he looks over the man’s shoulder. He’d come over to ask about the new tenant. “I’m pretty sure it’s them.” He concludes, confidently placing his index over a CD cover. “Huh? Who? The tenant?” Kazuya holds back his chuckle. “Why would a celebrity show up for a shady apartment offer? You’re tripping, man.”

“I’m sorry, this is getting ridiculous.” You finally exclaim, annoyed by the persistent stares of the now two men facing you. You’re standing in front of the apartment building, arms crossed, huffing at the tall scarred man and his blonde friend. “No, I’m sure of it. Even the tattoo is the same.” Daitou turns to whisper to Kazuya, oblivious to your complaints. In turn, Kazuya lightly elbows him, mouthing something about being rude. “Just ask them, man.” He adds, this time louder. “Ask me what??” You groan. “W-were you…um…in this band by any chance?” Daitou manages to blurt out, searching his pocket for the CD case and ceremoniously laying it under your eyes.

Ah. It finally clicks and you exhale, relieved. You confirm their suspicions and show them some backstage photos to solidify your claim. You ask Daitou if he wants an autograph or something, then swiftly scribble your signature on a piece of paper and hand it out to him. He holds it with a wide, childish grin. “You’re a weird one, you know? You could’ve just asked. I guess I didn’t expect to find a fan in the wild, especially here.” Daitou carefully folds the souvenir, eyes lidded with nostalgia. “Oh yes, it’s great. Drowns out the screams.”

[forecast0ctopus]

just letting u know your art is absolutely incredible and has me in a chokehold . btw

i hope it doesnt keep you in a chokehold too long.. would be severely uncomfortable…..

jokes aside, thanks so much!! i actually just took a look at ur blog and your merlin art rules.. the sketch you just posted is incredible i love how you did his hair :]

anyways. throwing this doodle at you

[strawberrylabs]

may I request. lyney comforting his s/o please he also has me in a chokehold-

Lyney is too powerful, he has too many people in his grasp!!

but ofc I can write this for you lovely anon! it would be my pleasure!

I didn't reallllyyyy know if you had any general situations in mind so I just tried to write like general comfort headcanons

warnings: A few mild spoilers for Fontane! Otherwise none that I can think of except for mild mentions of bad mental health

reader will be gender neutral!

Lyney comforting his lover!

Lyney almost has this 6th sense

sort of like a spidey sense, only it tells him when you're upset

It happens with Lynette and Freminet too

One time it happen during a show

He was in the middle of speaking to his audience when something just felt wrong.

He didn't let it get in the way of his show however! In fact none of the audience paid much attention when he paused a little longer than usual

Lynette noticed though

So, she stepped forward to take charge of the show (thank god it was only a street performance and not a performance at the opera)

Lyney managed to slip away without anyone noticing, and made his way to the home you all shared

As soon as he steps in the door he hears your sobs and his heart breaks

"Love? Are you alright?"

He sits on the bed that you're lying in and gently pulls the blankets down to see your face

When he sees your red eyes and tear stained cheeks, he frowns.

He's immediately pulling a bouquet of rainbow roses from his hat which symbolise passion in genshin lore btw and place them in a vase on your bedside table.

He disappears for a second to grab some water which he also places on the bedside table, before signaling for you to move over so he can get in

He pulls you into his chest and combs his fingers through your hair

"Now now my dove, what's wrong? You must tell me so that I can make it disappear."

whether you end up telling him or not, he'll stay with you until you fall asleep, all the while drawing stars and other patterns on your back with his fingers

"I shall be here when you awake my love. Rest. Let all your worries fade away."

UGH! im soft. I love him

I hope you enjoyed!

-Strawberry

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[maehemthemisfit]

Imagine you hearing Koko's name from Mikey's office when you came back from an assignment, and you overheard Sanzu saying that they should warn Koko about getting too close to you. You don't want Koko getting hurt, so you texted Koko before knocking on the door. The whole day you're the clinging to them, intending to distract them so that they wouldn't go for Koko.

A/N: There was so many ideas I had for this but it was too much to impact so I simplified some things (shocked i wrote more for sanzu this time, ehh he's growing on me 😌). Loved this idea btw, it was really fun to think about.

Man you just know how to make them both fold. I can already imagine you pretending to be on your best behavior.

MIKEY? Distract him with taiyaki and play with his hair. He loves when your fingers run through his blond tresses, commenting on how long it's grown and cooing about how pretty and soft it is and if you could style it for fun.

Of course he lets you, who is he to deny a request from you?

You're always doting on him and he melts whenever you cup his face, your thumbs caressing his cheeks and enveloping him in your warmth. And if you're feeling particularly generous, a forehead kiss won't hurt would it?

He'll instantly forget what was on his mind.

Oh but then there's SANZU. He's on his way to look for Koko?

Not on your watch.

You really don't wanna feed into his delusions, especially since you'll never hear the end of it but...

You'll surprise him by hugging him from behind.

At first he'll almost body slammed you, thinking he was being ambushed by ran or something, but then he hears his name roll off your tongue so sweetly he thinks he's dreaming as you nuzzle your head into his back

His stomach does somersaults at the feeling, but he HAS to see you just to make sure that his ears aren't deceiving him.

You're turned around before you could even blink and you nearly flinch from how tight he's holding onto you.

There's confusion behind his eyes but he smiles nonetheless, still dopey about the hug you gave him.

He'll call your name softly, asking if you needed anything.

You already have him in a chokehold, He's ready to drop everything and do anything for you. You are his queen after all- maybe not officially by any means- but in his mind you are.

You really, really don't wanna do this but... for Koko you remind yourself

Your arms wrap around his neck, embracing him once again as you softly whisper.

"Cuddles?"

Sanzu.exe has stopped working.

You've cuddled before (not willingly) but this time is different because you INITIATED it. He's definitely gushing about this to Mikey afterwards, but right now his head is empty, nothing but cuddling you on his mind.

And don't even think about walking.

He's already lifting you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist and whisking you away.

Man... Koko owes you big time.

꒰⚘݄꒱₊YANDERE CHRONICLES : ♡ ⤹ ぃ - im open to brainrots so feel free to send in an ask <3

[gingerjunhan]

please stay - han hyeongjun

☆彡 I posted a poll asking who I should write about, and Jun Han was our winner :) I hope your all having a great day! (this picture of him has me in a chokehold btw)

synopsis: after a bad day, a late night text marks a new milestone with your boyfriend

word count: 1253 | pronouns used: they/them | genre: fluff, comfort, established relationship | cws: eating, Gunil spotting!, lmk if I missed anything

hi baby

I’m sorry this is so last minute but can I possibly see you tn?

rough day:(

Hyeongjun glanced over at his phone screen on his bedside table. Upon seeing your messages, he placed his guitar on the mattress beside him, instantly dubbing you more important than his practice.

of course:)

I’ll head over now

have you eaten?

Hyeongjun didn’t even wait for a response before he was getting up, putting his guitar on its stand, and racing to put on his shoes. Right as he was about to slip out the door, he was stopped by Gunil.

“Hyeongjun? Where are you going this late?” Gunil looked away from his phone and turned his attention towards Hyeongjun, looking at him over the frame of his glasses from his spot in the kitchen. Hyeongjun couldn’t help but feel like his dad just caught him sneaking out.

“It’s (Y/N). They’re having a rough day, and they asked if they could see me.”

You had met Gunil and the others countless times over the span of your relationship with Hyeongjun. A look of concern washed over Gunil’s face.

“Are they okay?”

“I’m not sure,” Hyeongjun answered honestly.

Gunil hummed. “I hope they’re alright. Tell them I say hello and that I hope they feel better. And be careful on the way to their place, okay?”

Hyeongjun nodded and sent Gunil a small smile as he reached for the doorknob. After a quick exchange of goodbyes, Hyeongjun was on his way to you.

☆

Hyeongjun softly knocked on your door, and you quickly went to meet him. Upon seeing each other, you scanned one another up and down. You looked over him, taking in his sweatpants, oversized t-shirt, and white-framed glasses. He had a bag of food in his hand, and his face held a small smile.

He looked over you and saw something of the same nature. Sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts cascading over your shoulders. Your hair was a bit frazzled, and you looked exhausted.

“Hello,” you greeted him with a small voice as he stepped in the door.

“Hi, honey,” he greeted you softly. He quickly took off his shoes and placed his things down before taking you into his embrace. He felt you grip tightly to the back of his shirt and then relax in his hold. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” you spoke into his neck. He just simply nodded and held you tighter. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments; soaking in each other's comfort and warmth. Finally, Hyeongjun broke the silence.

“I brought you some food. Let’s eat before it gets cold, hmm?”

The two of you sat on your couch together, eating the food he had picked up for you both on the way over. As you ate, Hyeongjun told you stories about practice that day, trying to brighten your mood with the antics of his bandmates.

“Jooyeon almost hit Jiseok in the head with his bass at practice today.”

You stopped chewing for a bit and looked at him, wide-eyed. “What? How?”

“Jiseok was sitting on the floor during rehearsal, and Jooyeon was swaying around with his bass as he practiced,” Hyeongjun explained. “Next thing you know, Jooyeon goes swinging his bass right towards Jiseok. If he wouldn’t have moved, Jooyeon would’ve hit him right in the side of the head.”

You laughed as you pictured this unfolding in your head. “Of course that would happen with the two of them.” Hyeongjun admired the way your face lit up at his story, even if it was just for a moment.

The two of you continued to eat and exchange stories, leading to you even opening up about your bad day a bit. As you two talked, it got later into the evening, and soon you caught yourself stifling a yawn.

“Oh wow,” you checked the time on your phone. “It’s getting late.”

“Why don’t you go get ready for bed?” Hyeongjun proposed. “I’ll clean up our dishes and you go get comfortable. I’ll make sure to come back to your room and wish you good night before I leave.”

As Hyeongjun stood from the couch and began to collect your dishes, you tried to muster up the courage to ask him a question that’s been on the back of your mind since you texted him and asked to see him.

“Hyeongjun?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you…” you played with your hands, avoiding his eyes. “Can you stay the night, please? I don’t want to be alone.” Hyeongjun could feel his face burning. “You don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable with that,” you quickly added on. “I’ll be okay.”

Hyeongjun quickly moved your dishes out to the sink and was right back by your side in the blink of an eye.

“If you don’t want to be alone, I’ll stay with you,” he said simply. “Let’s go get ready for bed.” With a relieved smile, you lead him back to your room, lending him some of the clothes that you had stolen from him in the past and were now holding hostage in your drawers.

As you both got ready for bed, Hyeongjun would be lying if he said his mind wasn’t racing. Yes, you two have shared a bed in the past, but that was only for things like movie nights, or cuddle sessions that ended up turning into shared naps- but you’ve never spent a full night together. Your relationship wasn’t “new,” this was just a step the two of you somehow haven’t taken yet due to schedule conflicts. He was always up late, and you had to be up early. As he was lost in his thoughts, you returned to your bedroom, now being done with your nighttime routine.

“I’m getting into bed,” you announced. “The bathroom is open if you need it.”

You crawled into bed and got under the covers as Hyeongjun quickly went to use the bathroom. Once he came back, he turned off your light and made his way towards the mattress.

As he joined you under the covers, you made yourselves comfortable. You nestled yourself beside him, and he lightly wrapped his arms around your frame as you let out a content sigh.

“Is this okay?” Hyeongjun asked. “Are you comfortable?”

“Mhm,” you respond, fighting away sleep. “Thank you for coming over so late.”

“Of course.”

You pulled yourself closer to him, and Hyeongjun did the same. He hoped you couldn’t feel the way his heart was racing as you laid your head on his chest. So many thoughts were going through his head. He was the one you turned to after a bad day. He was the one you trusted to keep you safe and comfort you. He wished he could do this every night, hold you close like this in your dimly lit bedroom- the only source of light being the moon peeking through your blinds. He wanted to fall asleep with you in his arms, keeping you right by his side until morning. Despite his nerves, Hyeongjun wasn’t sure how he’s spent his whole life sleeping alone.

“Good night,” you announced to him quietly as sleep took over. Heyongjun snapped out of his thoughts and moved a hand to your hair, raking his fingers through it. “I love you.”

“I love you too, honey. Good night.” Soon enough, Hyeongjun followed in your footsteps and fell asleep, drifting off as he thought about waking up to you in the morning.

[porcelain-savior]

Oml oml oml, Red Handed has me in a chokehold please I need part 7 I will physically combust if I can't read more. Love all of your work btw ❤️❤️

You…Cleaned It?

Red Handed Part 7

Stone x Reader

a/n: you better physically combust after reading this

『••✎••』

『••✎••』

You stared at the necklace in the palm of your hands. “It’s so…ugly.” You muttered, before placing it down on your dresser. You had just gotten back from stealing Stone’s necklace has revenge. “Stealing is boring.” You grumbled, sitting on your bed. You stared at it intensely.

Meanwhile, Stone, was pissed. He knew that you stole it on purpose. “I swear once I get my hands on that pretty rich lady I will RIP HER HEAD OFF.” Stone groaned, his hands running through his hair. Vinnie and Skipp watched Stone freak out. “Should we help him?” Skipp asked Vinnie, pointing to Stone. “Nah, he needs to learn his lesson.” Vinni smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Stone is planning a murder though…” “He’ll be fine!”

You sighed, titling your head to the side. “I need to be the bigger person and give it back! I’m not that mean.” You huffed, standing up and grabbing the necklace. “But—wouldn’t he say I ruined it because it’s so dirty…” You thought aloud, you huffed. “Ugh…” You grumbled.

You walked into your bathroom , placing the necklace down next to the sink. You took a wash cloth and put some water on it. You gently scrubbed the dirt off of the golden surface. After almost two hours of cleaning—it was finally spotless. It was so shiny. “How beautiful.” You said, smiling proudly.

You quickly grabbed it and ran out. “Now where is this asshole…” You muttered, your eyebrows furrowed. Stone was rocking back and forth on the ground, his knees up to his chest. His eyes were wide. “My life…is ruined.”

“Stone!” You called out, walking over to them. “What is happening…” You asked, titling your head to the side. “He’s…having a heart attack?” Vinnie said, shrugging.

Stone perked up when he saw you. “You—!” “Calm down.” You said, stepping in front of him, the necklace dangling from your hands. His eyes widened. “It’s—so clean..” He muttered before he took it and clipped it around his neck. “Oh finally—!”

A carriage went by and slashed mug into the alleyway—causing everyone to get soaked in mud.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

[rafecameronsslxt]

Helloooo, could I request a imagine for Rafe Cameron inspired by this TikTok ?

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYQ7bPgK/

HEAVEN

Warning: Implied smut, Friends with benefits

Synopsis: Rafe takes you by surprise, a sin wrapped in one.

Rafe Cameron x Reader

MINORS DNI

Masterlist

Hoping this is what you expected, btw this song has had me in a chokehold for a year now!!

JJ introduced me to the infamous pogues when we became a “thing.” In other terms, a situationship which turned out to be one of the most aggravating ‘things’ to happen. He wanted more, and I did not. I couldn’t lie because JJ does everything for me: pulls a chair out before I sit down, dinners when he could afford it, and the sex was fucking everything, and I felt like I was taking advantage of him. I didn’t deserve someone like JJ. He was too good for me.

   His wholesome kisses and his sky-blue eyes peered into mine that told me he loved me without saying it or consoling me when my mother decided to kick me out of the house for any reason she could find. 

   The beautiful blonde-haired boy is sweet and appealing and broke the guarded walls for me. He confided in me when he needed me the most when I had been eyeing a kook, who would only use and spit me out because that kook, in particular, was a complete douche and marked girls off as if they were his conquest to gloat about later. JJ, hell- even defended me when the conceited boy came an inch too close just to tease me and whisper filthy and spiteful words in my ear with his soothing voice that wavered through my body each time.

   But- because there is always a but to any story. 

   Sometimes JJ would be too clingy and overprotective to the point where if a guy even hugged me, it was an argument. You’d think every girl would want and love the suffocating boyfriend ‘thing,’ and it became insufferable, but that was the only flaw I could think of because he was still perfect.

   Everything Rafe Cameron wasn’t.

   Rafe Cameron is the prince kook. He thought the world surrounded him, bowing at his knee. Rafe is a coke addict who can’t keep his nose clean or abstain a day without the white powder and heaved his father's money around like it's candy. 

   He was full of himself- a fucking conceited boy that had no care to make me feel like the waste of the earth, to patronize me. Rafe thought he was above every pogue because he could throw money in someone's face to force them to like him, and people would do anything for money. 

   Speaking of the devilish being, he comes waltzing into the convenience store, and JJ isn’t around to keep me calm or something stupid.

   I turn around quickly, trying to find a drink I like which makes my stomach twist in knots, not wanting to be in proximity of him. Finally, I grab a bottled water and pace to the cash register when I get pulled by my wrist. My body spins into his chest hard. 

   I grab Rafe’s shoulders to keep myself stable from falling onto the dirty tiled floor. 

   Rafe has a backwards hat on, which makes my thighs warm, before removing my hands from him rather quickly to stop these thoughts that form too fast and shouldn’t. “Where are you going, sweetheart?” His voice was sweet, with a sly smile on his gorgeous cherry lips that seemed so kissable and soft to the touch, yet I think he’d be more of a rough k- never mind. 

   “Going to pay for my water and hope you leave, sweetheart.” I mimic him childishly, which encourages him to play with me more. He chuckles, following me to the register. I don’t acknowledge his presence until I’m speed-walking out the glass door, hearing the bell ring as it shuts.

   “Where’s your boyfriend?” Rafe carelessly throws his arm around my shoulder, bringing me to his side. I clear my throat, remembering JJ and his angelic white smile. “We’re not dating,” I say firmly, tossing his muscular arm off me. It makes me imagine if they were wrapped around my waist while he kissed my neck, leaving purple circles to show everyone I’m his. The thought makes my fingers tingly and my body tense. He lets out a chuckle. 

   He turns his face to mine: a well-defined jaw, slightly sweaty from the raging heat, and his lower lip between his pearly teeth. Rafe squints at me for a minute. “I’ll give you a ride on my motorcycle. You know, so you don’t have to walk for another ten minutes, sweetheart.” The fucking nickname and his too-friendly tone are throwing me off. Before I can protest, I’m thrown over his shoulder, getting dragged onto the sleek red bike. 

   Rafe swings his leg over the bike and hands me a helmet. I take the black helmet hesitantly and sigh. “You’re gonna have to hold on to me.” He looks back at me smugly as I lean my head to the side, annoyed and freaking out. I am terrified of motorcycles. 

   I wrap my arms around his waist securely because my bones feel like I’ll fall to the pavement if I let up. He grabs my thighs, yanking me closer to his body. “Asshole,” I mumble into Rafe’s spine. My breath catches in my throat, and I close my eyes, hearing the engine revving, then the wind blowing my hair. I don’t open my eyes but tighten my grip on Rafe’s abdomen. 

   A cold metal hits my thigh again, and I jump slightly, opening my eyes to see we’ve stopped at Rafe’s house- “Rafe, what the hell?” I say, taking off my helmet and gliding a hand through my brunette hair. He shrugs. “I have work in an hour. I don’t have time for this.” I throw my hands up in the air officially over this. “The country club isn’t far from here, chill.” He arches a brow and backs me up into the wall. “I never thought someone like you could look so fuckable.” He hums out, whispering closely to my ear. His nose touches mine ever so lightly. Shivers roll down my spine.

   “That dirty pogue you sleep with doesn’t deserve a woman like you.” Rafe was so biased. Before I realize what I’m doing, I close the gap, pressing my delicate lips to his. He makes the kiss rough as I imagined. The kiss was taboo, but he slipped his tongue into my mouth, and the guilt flew down the gutter, yet it’d be back in a second. It was fervent, and he pushed his clothed lower half into me, but I could still feel him against my inner thigh. 

   I’ve never felt a spark like this in me. The eagerness I’m thriving off of has my insides aching. What we’re doing would have my friend's spiralling querulous and- or could disintegrate our friendship. Oh my god JJ! “Rafe.” I let out a deep breath, looking around at the bright sky and the flawlessly landscaped yard, too-green grass, trimmed edges, and the Tannyhill estate in place behind me. 

   I keep my hands on his chest. “If we plan to fuck around- no strings attached I expect this relationship to be on the D.L. and exclusive, but I want late-night talks. Not just a hook-up.” 

   “Doesn’t sound much like no strings attached, sweetheart.” He smiled at me, but it had an underlying meaning I was clueless too. Rafe’s blue eyes pierced through me like he was reading every thought, but I couldn’t read him. People could read me easily, Rafe especially, as if we’d known each other for years.

   “No, we’re not coming in together,” I whisper scream at him. What part of ‘down low’ did he not understand!? Rafe puts his hands in the air, surrendering, a smirk on his face. 

   When I walk into the Country club, I spot Topper and Kelce occupying a table, most likely waiting on the third of the trio. I advert my eyes, tying my apron around my waist. About a minute later, JJ shows up. His ruffled blonde hair, eye bags, and furrowed eyebrows mean he is overwhelmed. 

   JJ quickly finds me, throwing his loving arms around me. My body stiffens at his touch. Meanwhile, Rafe stares at us and seems satisfied when he catches me uncomfortable while JJ wraps his arms around me. 

   JJ pulls me in for a kiss. His kisses were familiar, compassionate, and soft, and his hands held my waist just to keep me close like I’d leave. JJ’s hands are hooked to my waist as if I am going to leave. I kissed back lightly, not with so much meaning. 

   I pulled back. My head filled with the idea of Rafe’s hands touching the soft flesh of my waist, having my back arched while kissing him, his strong arms picking me up. Rafe’s callous yet lustful lips pressing to mine with such intensity had me wanting more. 

   I wanted his veiny hands curving my ass, his callous lips on every inch of my body. I wanted my hands tangled through his sweaty hair wishing to make scratches along his back my mind filled with him until it felt like a fever dream.

   Rafe is a sin that had me descending in his arms from above.

[snezhjeyka]

I’m in a sad mood, so ofc hellspawn angst and sad spawn Astarion ending occupy my mind. in advance I want to say that I am not familiar with the topic of how the afterlife works in DND, so i'm sorry if it doesn't make sense at all. It's just some picture which sits in my mind since playing Astarion's origin. I'm bad at writing fics, but i _need_ to write these thoughts somewhere bc hellspawn has me in a chokehold. (as it should be) btw I listen Trailing Memory by Son Lux while imagining it.

After defeating brain Astarion had to hide from the sun. Before he had time to get used to the sweet caress of the sun on his skin after 200 years of fear of it, it hurts him again and now not only physically. It took away the right to say the last goodbye to the person dearest to him. No. It cruelly took away his last chance to persuade Karlach return to Avernus. Convince her to be alive. To be alive _together_.

«Maybe never seeing the sun again is just the price of freedom.» — he said. What good is it to regain your freedom only to be immediately refused to share it with Karlach?

Astarion recalled their conversation at the graveyard when they visited her parents. She tried not to show it, but he felt how afraid she was not knowing what to expect after death. «There is no such thing as death. There is only change» — her mother thought. Her father used to say that «that was a load of woo. gone is gone». He didn’t want to hurt her, agreeing with his father’s words about the futility of asking the gods for favours. Would her father be true to himself and so harsh as usual if he knew what fate was destined for his daughter?

Astarion knew Karlach liked mum’s idea. He assumed that in this way it would be easier for her to let go of the world that she had missed all these years and which she had not long to enjoy. If death is a change, then her mother’s hair could be a grass she liked to lay down in the early mornings or her father is the air which she is making her last breaths. If death is a change, then maybe she won’t leave this world at all and she would join them. So be it then.

And Karlach is gone. When night fell, he came to the pier. Some of the ash was carried away by the wind during the day (Karlach, is it your father lead you the way?) He wanted to know what she had already seen on the other side while he had to hide here in the shadows. Alone again.

«Don’t leave me, Karlach. Lead me.»

The dawn. A strong wind blew again. Two ashes mixed in the air. No one to be seen.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hi there! I wondering if you could do an imagine with Morpheus x Reader where he catches y/n dancing to See You Again by Tyler the Creator and joins her in like a slow dance or continues to watch her in amusement. I just think the song is cute for him in a relationship dynamic. Also I really love your one-shots and how you write him. :`)

Make It Last Forever

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: I wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind.

Word Count: >800

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, they in da club, dream in LOVE, fluff™, typos, etc.

A/N: i literally just listened to this song rn (and by right now when you sent me this req all-hail-draculaura [btw i love ur url monster high purr HAHAH]) and the line, which is the summary, UGH GOOD SOUP! honestly, i feel like dream would like this song alshflhasfla HAHAAH i agree its a cute song for a relationship dynamic dont mind me just imagining dream dressed as my punk goth boyfriend like the gif as we go out clubbing, not that i have ever been clubbing before, but i would if i had him Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx

Dream was leaned against the table, arm rested on his side as he faced his lover, his lover that was fogging his senses, making his hands twitch, making his lips curl.

You were become his everything, and to a being that was there in the beginnings, that was a lot.

You were a good dancer. Dancing had drastically evolved throughout the ages, they highly varied with each species, and yet, here you were, swaying your hips absentmindedly and you had him in a chokehold.

You were mouthing the lyrics, moving on beat, moving by heart.

He watched how your face lit up when the next song played. He knew it well, for the artist had been musing his lovelorn often in the Dreaming. The Dream Lord now could practically see the memory of you first listening to the song, slowly loving it more and more.

He watches you turn with your hands in the air and your eyes closed. He can feel his being swell, even more overwhelmed with tenderness for you.

He stiffens when you turn to him and smile. He feels like a deer caught in headlights. His heart leaps up to his throat.

You dance over to him, so very suddenly off beat, so very suddenly making a horrible face, so very suddenly ripping his beating heart out of his chest with an emotion mere words could never describe.

The King of Dreams jumps out of his chair when you trip on your own feet because of your shenanigans. The rooms goes silent to him when he dashes and you fall to his arms, looking up to him like a bashful calf, unable to keep their body upright.

You smile at him and laugh. He does not hear it, nor does he make out what you say as you lean into him, making the very fabric of his existence ripple with a feel of contentment he has never felt in his eons of being.

You lead him back to his chair, smiling as you explain whatever it is you were explaining, then you reach out for his face, brushing his hair back, retracing the bridge of his nose, tapping the tip before leaning in to giggle.

And it was as though he was being born back into the world when he finally hears the words you sing as the music pans into his ears.

"You're the one that's always running through my daydreams-- have you been listening to a word I've been saying, baby?"

Dream sucks in a breath as you look at him with wide eyed inquisition. The scent of you doubles when you lean in. He feels a guilt crawl up his nape, "I admit I was too distracted to make out your words."

You let out a breath, annoyed but not really, no. In place of it, a concerned expression creeps up to your cheeks, "wait, is it the vibe? Are you not enjoying yourself? Are you overwhelmed by everything?"

Dream chuckles, turning to his lap, shaking his head, "I enjoy all we do together." He turns back to you, hand coming to your face, thumb rubbing your skin, "it is you that is overwhelming."

You freeze. You grow rigid.

"Your mere presence is so much to me that my being continuously tunes into segments of you, unwilling to miss a even the smallest fraction of your being. In all its irony, however, I miss other parts."

You watch as a line forms on his forehead. Truly, it was as though his concern for the matter was being emitted out into the air. A breath leaves your lips as you melt into a chuckle.

You think of something to say, "so... what you're saying is... I'm too hot to handle?"

A glass is broken in the other table. Neither of your break your gaze on each other.

Dream smiles, "in simpler terms," he agrees as he pulls your chair closer to him. He widens the gap between his legs so that you could bring yours in the middle, "though I fear such simple terms do not compensate for how utterly drawn my soul is to yours."

You hold back a smile, taking both his hands in yours, bringing them near you. You take a moment to look at him, chuckling with a wide grin before speaking, "and I love you."

He sighs, in a relief that matches someone who just removed the weight of the world off his shoulders. Dream leans in to kiss your lips. Your shared warmth is a salve for the burning yearning of his spirit to be comforted.

Offensively though, you offer him one short kiss and he very visibly frowns because of it. You giggle as you stand, releasing one hand of his to tug him in the other. You tilt your head to one side, slowly pulling him with you, "come on, Mr. Poet. Let's get out of here."

[chaoticfivesworld]

How are yalls pulls? I was only able to save for about 65 pulls and got him on my 50-60th pull

I'm honestly not mad about the duplicate. Hahaha. I was so tired when the maintenance finished I have not explored everything in the new update.

BTW look at him

I'm sorry Zayne girlie's but like he's the tamest in the trailers. I'm sorry zayne I have a thing for light haired male characters and that saliva bridge has me on chokehold and won't let go. I'm sorry. Don't be mad.

[short-black-diamond]

I HAVE IDEAS FOR SHES A PRO PART 5 !!

Imagine they had a break so they went to a mall w Yena to see what she's into right??

( Cuz they're all DOWN BAD for her )

And Yena knows they r😘

SO!! She decides to tease them w a somewhat revealing fit🤭

IMAGINE :

Corset type of top

Hair down to flex ✨

Tight jean shorts around upper thigh

Thigh high socks or stockings?

WITH PLATFORM BOOTS💋

(MAYBE A LETTER JACKET?? 👀)

Her thighs be looking THICC

( isagi w the thigh fetish😱😍)

After that, the boys can't keep their eyes off of her, they also cant keep it in their pa-

Yena obvi teases them calling them a perv and (MAYBE??) get kaiser and ness to pay for her stuff (CUZ THEIR RICH🤑) and they do it because

Yena : 😘��

Everyone : 🙏😋🧎🧎‍♂️

You can add wtv else u want!! :))

AYO YEASSSSSSSSSS THIS IS WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT

MAKE IT GOOOOOOOOOTHHHHHH💀💀

Is it okay if I try to bring an OC into this? it's a boy btw

However, I'd like for yena to not know that the bois are simping for her, so I will build up the tension and then let her find out!! Also I don't want Kaiser to pay for her stuff because she kicked him-she kicked ness too but he forgave her, you know? So I'd rather have Reo pay for her or she pays herself because Yena (you are) is a strong independent woman.

I DID NOT PROOFREAD

warnings/summary: you and teieri become besties, has Nagi a foot fetish?, jelly Rin, slurssss, you a bad bitch, soft/angst moments with kunigami, otoya whimpers and you have butterflies in your tummy from that, you meet kiyora, kurona and niko for the first time

Word count: 6.6k words wtf..

Just a quick and gentle reminder that everything I write is in headcannons and good fun, and if it bothers anybody, then they should stop reading this series.

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"Yo, she's a pro." ...part five

part one, part two, part three, part four

You had tears flowing down your eyes, but you were also smiling with a blush. you loved seeing Rin smile, it just made your worst days more precious. you sighed as you closed Rin's door and made your wy to your dorm.

You were just rounding the corner when you nearly bumped into Teieri. She was just about to speak to you, so it was a good thing you two met. "Ah, yena, I just wanted to speak to you!", she said in a cheery tone, though you took a few steps back with a frown.

and...were you trembling...?

She flinched before she waved her hands around. "N-no! It's nothing bad this time, Yena! Please calm down! I just wanted to tell you that you'll be able to go and have some free time now. The weekend is free, so you can do whatever you like on saturday and sunday!", she exclaimed in a rush, not wanting the only other female in this facility to be scared of her.

you sighed in relief. "Thank you, ma'am. And will you have some free time too? I guess not...", you mumbled, feeling bad for the manager. she only shook her head wiht a smile. "It's all good, really-" "I heard there's a discount on the women's articles this weekend...", you interrupted her.

She pressed her lips together with a frown. "If you want to, I could look at some stuff for you. What is your style, teieri?", you asked politely. you felt bad for the woman and buying her something she liked would for sure come in sweet.

"w-well, I really like cute stuff and all...", she started, but you only raised your hand. "Cute stuff, got it. Let me surprise you.", you then said with a ghost of a smile before you retreated. She huffed in amusement at you.

"Oh, and yena?" "Yea?"

teieri smiled at you. "You know that you're holding the boys in a chokehold, right?", to which you turned to her completely.

"Hah?"

She giggled. "Yena, none of these players had shown this much enthusiasm and motivation to train until you came, you know? I think most of them got a crush on you~", she mused and poked your sides.

You squirmed with a blush. "N-no way that's true...", you wheezed as she started to tickle you. "Oh yes, Reo, Nagi, Rin, Bachira, Isagi, and all the other boys you've interacted with!" Anri was truly the mother you wished you had.

you may not look like it, but you were just the sweetest thing on earth...even if you kicked ness and kaiser in the groins and absolutely bruised Otoya up by shredding him with a ball.

She only shook her head with a fond smile before she went, you'd tell the others anyway.

---

"SHOPPING SPREE!!!", everyone cheered. more like reo, accompanied by Nagi who said it more sleepily and you in a monotone voice. rin only raised his fist. you were there with Reo, Nagi, and Rin. Bachira texted you that he was already checking out a store with Isagi, so it was just you four for now.

And, well, as you were strolling through the first few stores, disconnected from the outside world as your focus was directed towards a top which you were admiring... the boys only looked around sheepishly and blushing. They were all following after you like lost puppies, not wanting to part from you.

And now back to the top, it wasn't any type of top either. It was a dark green corset, with black embroidments and dark silver bones to uphold the form.

You were blushing at the piece. Something about this corset was just...so...etheral, so old-fashioned and pretty. you truly loved the victorian age and gothic aesthetic...and when they meshed...an impulse-buying Yena got born.

"This looks ravish...", you breathed as your eyes were wide, and you stood there for a moment before you quickly took all the other corsets you found and weren't similar to the ones you already had.

you felt like you were in paradise. You were glad that you came here early. you were glad that this shop was still nameless. you were glad that-

"Mind if I hold that for you?", Reo asked softly, tearing you out of your onslaught of praise to...no one. You blinked a few times before you dumped your items on him and went to the shorts section. you were too engrossed in what you were doing that you didn't even notice Isagi and Bachira come into the shop as well.

Rin's eye twitched when he saw Bachira's grin and Isagi's smile, both blushing when they saw Yena at the pants section. "what are you guys doing here?", the dark haired boy asked in a mean tone as he watched the two with a disgusted face.

Isagi and Bachira only frowned at him. "Yena invited us!", Bachira cheered before he slung his arm around Isagi's neck with a grin.

Rin groaned internally. you were a sly witch, he had to give you that. Wanna know how you managed to get him to go shopping? Chat:

Rin - Morning, Yena. You - Hey Rin. Wanna go out? Rin - (5 min later) In what way...? You - What do you mean what way, if you don't wanna hang out just say it damn😒 Rin - Well I'd like to know if it's Rin - Just the two of us You - WE CAN MAKE IT IF WE TRY~ JUST THE TWO OF US Rin - Or where we are going (WE CAN MAKE IT IF WE TRY~ JUST THE TWO OF US) ↳ Rin - Really? You - What that song slaps harder than you can score a goal👆🏻(middle finger*) Rin - ...ok You - also ye, we're going to that mall if you're ok with that. I need new clothes... Rin - ok, let's go.

Never in his life would he have thought that you meant only the first fifteen minutes alone with him, because right after the fifteenth minute ended, Nagi and Reo rounded the corner and he was surrounded by other boys who were crushing on you. And it also helped even less when Bachira and Isagi came.

He started to hate Bachira when he saw how you and Bachira were dancing with each other the day prior. Rin never danced with you, even though he was your childhood friend and knew that you did ballroom dancing before you turned into a soccer protégé. However, he knew your clothing style best out of all the males around you.

He was your childhood friend, after all. So, he made it his mission to look at other stuff you'd like, and he stumbled upon the jacket section. He rememberd vaguely that you once mentioned of wanting to have a leather jacket because you liked biker dudes and wanted to impress them (he started taking motorcycle riding sessions), which is why he looked at the one which would suit you the best.

Nagi watched as you were checking out some shorts when he caught sight of a white one. "How about this?" "ew, I don't like white, Nagi."

Cue him looking at you with a hurt expression. "...what?"

You looked at him with a raised brow, confused to his reaction. Then it dawned to you.

nagi had white hair.

"NO! No Nagi, not like that! You have great hair!", you exclaimed and shook his shoulders, trying to convince him.

He still pouted as he averted his eyes. You could make out the blush on his cheeks though. you remembered how he sometimes turned red when he was angry. "hey....Nagi, you're not mad at me, right?", you asked softly, genuinly feeling bad now.

"'m not mad...", he spoke quietly before taking the white shorts. "I still want you to try them out though. I want you to have a white outfit. Please.", he pouted.

You sighed deeply before you nodded. "Alright...make me a pastel goth.", and he quickly went away to pick you light coloured clothes, with you deadpanning at him.

Reo shook his head in amusement before he got another pair of shorts. Isagi stood next to him, looking through some skull shirts. "They're pretty cool...!", the blue eyed boy gushed, holding one up in the air. You turned around.

"Mhm, that would suit you, actually...", you said, a finger on your chin in thought as you took a step back after you took the shirt from his hands and held it in front of his torso, getting an image of him wearing it. You were having a serious expression on your face as you frowned at him and the shirt.

"Yeah, along with some eyeliner and a few rings on your fingers and earrings, you'd make a good goth.", you said before handing him back the shirt. "try it on later, alright?", and with that last question, you went away with Reo following you. Isagi held the shirt close to him with a precious grin and blush at your words.

You let your eyes wander through the shop before you found what you wanted. Thigh highs with boots right next to it. Perfect.

You went to the aisle with determined steps, but a voice caught your ears. "Yena?", Ness' voice asked and you turned to the boy. "Oh Ness, hi."

(everyone forgot to put away the earpieces, so everyone could understand each other, but not that you needed earpieces because you could speak japanese and german.)

Ness blushed a little when he saw your street outfit. As it was getting rather warm at the moment, you simply decided for a gown with a long vest and converse shoes, your hair put in a high pony. You didn't really look like a goth at the moment, but you were shopping, so maybe he could see what you'd wear on any other day?

At Blue Lock, you also wore a uniform, and that pastel pink dress (once) or your pijamas.

"You guys shopping as well?", Bachira asked with a grin and a red cheeked Isagi followed before frowning at Kaiser, who also came.

"Yeah...thought we'd check out some stores...", Kaiser answered, having a stare-off with Isagi. You were gone to let the boys attend to their meet.

'Whoah...look at the pattern! And the boots are to die for!!!', you thought as you glared at the thigh highs and boots you fetched quickly. 'Okay, now only changing the clothes to see if they fit and quickly before Nagi-' "Okay, I have everything.", you heard Nagi's calm voice.

You huffed under your breath. you really didn't want to wear something light, but if it was for Nagi's sake...

"Okay, I'll change. Gimme."

...

"Yena, please come out now.", Nagi spoke loudly, with Kaiser and Ness sitting next to Reo, Nagi and Bachira. "Why are you guys still here??", Rin asked after he came back with the (in his eyes) perfect leather jacket for you.

He saw Ness and Kaiser talk to the others and got a vague idea on their personalities, and he especially kept an eye on Kaiser. However, he was also looking out for Ness, who fidgeted with his hands and also looked down at them nervously.

"U-Um there was a snack shop Yena's been mentioning, and there were...um..."

"Penis waffles!", you yelled, opening the curtains violently as you looked at Ness with an excited grin. His mouth stood open and trembled as the german looked at you with a flustered and red face. you had white clothes from head to toe, and some strands adorned your face which fell down when you put on the shirt and thin vest.

you wore a tight white top, a white vest which went down to your knees, and a pretty white shirt, along with white thigh highs and also white high heels. You were surprised how fast Nagi purchased these items. Wait, he bought them...

"Nagi, did you already buy them?! Ah- HEY, STOP TAKING PICS OF ME!!!", you yelled in embarassment as you threw your high heel at Nagi. He caught it and then he examined the shoe. "Your feet are very small."

"Do you have a foot fetish or what."

nagi stared at you. You just closed the curtains again and changed your clothes. time for the second set. the better one.

the gothic one.

Nagi stared at the shoe. Reo leaned back. "Nagi...that's too much, even for you.", the purple haired guy spoke softly, and Nagi whipped his head towards him. he had a slight frown, and his face was beet red.

"I don't...", he only said softly.

Reo didn't believe him. Isagi didn't believe him. Bachira didn't believe him. Ness didn't believe him. Kaiser didn't believe him. Rin didn't believe him.

"uh...can somebody come in and help me for a sec?", you spoke as you held the strings to your corset. it had a different way of getting closed, and you didn't want to tear the threads apart.

There was a short moment of silence before you heard shoes shuffle, some voices, grunting and cursing, saying "fuck off!" "I wanna do it!" "I'm her childhood friend, I should do it."

However, all their efforts to come to you came to waste when a taller frame -taller than Nagi- came to view. he was a muscular, handsome and mature looking man. he had fierce black locks which made him look all the more etheral looking, like a greek god, and he stood in front of your curtain. "Yena.", he said in a calm tone. no emotions, just your name.

you flinched before you opened the curtain excitedly. "Victor!? what are you doing here!?", you exclaimed before you pulled him inside. He took care of the corset, pulling together the strings as you babbled away happily, although in another language. However, since everyone still had earpieces on, they could hear every word inside the cabin.

that didn't mean that they were okay with you chatting with a stranger or random dude. Ness's eye twitched and he bit his lip, Kaiser only glared at the boy man who stepped inside the cabin, Reo stared in shock, Nagi frowned slightly, Isagi and Bachira pouted while Rin stared at the guy who dared to come in as well.

they were all jealous of the "Victor" guy. what did he have that they didn't? Sure, he was taller and more muscular than them all, and he actually wore a suit, his blazer/jacket in his hand. And now, he was pulling the strings.

Rin was angry. however, his anger dissipated when you opened the curtains again, and you wore your goth-outfit. The dark corset from earlier having tightened your waist and pushed up your boobs, the black shorts which made your thighs spill out, making Isagi gulp down his oncoming stream of saliva, the thigh highs you wore only spurring his thigh fetish on more and also the black platform boots you wore had that little something which made the guys swoon for you. also, your hair was more disshelved and open, and Victor seemed to have given you a pair of earrings, because instead of the usual black diamond studs, you wore earrings which had a spider dangling from a thin chain on either earstud.

Still, you looked hot and cool at the came time. everyone blushed. However, they all had sour faces when they saw Victor who smirked at them. "Yena, who's this guy actually?", asked Rin.

He was the closest, and glared at Victor. you just tapped Rin's peck. "oi, no glaring. it's Victor. he's my ex.", you said in a nonchalant tone, and Rin, as well as everyone else turned surprised.

"you...had an ex?", asked Reo. you had never mentioned you were dating anybody. Nagi stared at the taller guy. Rin gulped. he never heard of a Victor.

why was there suddenly a Victor?

Bachira and Isagi, as well as Ness and Kaiser were dumbfounded. looking at the reaction of Reo, Nagi and Rin, it seemed like you kept your relationship with the guy a secret.

Victor stepped forth, out of the cabin and turned to you.

"Yena, would you be amenable to a wardrobe alteration? Numerous establishments in this locale await your perusal, and I am eager to explore them with you.", he spoke in a gentle, sophisticated tone, and you nodded before you walked back and closed the curtains.

Victor now stood in front of the curtain as some sort of warrior.

"Allow me to introduce myself as Victor Manchester, who, for a duration of two years, occupied the role of Yena's significant other. Regrettably, I opted to terminate our association before her involvement with Blue Lock ensued.", he said in a monotone voice before his expression turned into a solemn smile.

"I find myself harboring a wish that circumstances had unfolded differently.", he said softly.

"...why did you break up with her then?", Kaiser asked, and everyone else was dying to know.

"I must admit to possessing a rather pronounced inclination towards jealousy, and the prospect of remaining in a relationship with her while observing her amidst the company of other gentlemen proved untenable for my sensibilities. The strain upon my heart would have been insurmountable.", he explained, and he also had a pained expression on his face.

"The divergence in my emotional landscape was negligible when she transitioned into a state of singularity, despite her proximity to you. If anything, witnessing her in the company of your collective presence served to exacerbate the anguish in my heart.", Victor muttered, a slight frown on his face before he closed his eyes and sighed.

Everything about him screamed Yena's type. A calm, smart, mysterious lover, who took care of his body. His most noticable trade-mark must've been his piercing icy-cold, light blue eyes. Victor Manchester was nothing if not perfect. the way he spoke in such a deep and soothing, as well as overly sophisticated tone, or how he raked a hand over his jetblack locks, the slight blush when he spoke about you...Victor was still smitten for you.

These past months must've been hell for him, Reo thought. He really had guts to break up with Yena and destroying his life like that. how could he even just--watch her interact with a few boys like that?

Victor suddenly spoke again.

"May I inquire whether the young gentleman with tangerine-hued hair, by the name of Kunigami, is presently in attendance?"

"uh, no, he is not presently in attendance.", Reo spoke, trying to sound as sophisticated as him. Victor sighed softly before he had on a small smile.

"My apologies for any confusion. As a recent entrant into this milieu, I've been privy to information about Rin, Sae, Nagi, and Reo from Yena. However, my understanding is incomplete, as I am yet to acquaint myself with the other gentlemen in our collective. I would be grateful if you could facilitate introductions to the remaining individuals, as Yena has only shared details about Reo, Nagi, Sae and Rin.", Victor spoke again, and Bachira looked at Isagi.

"did you get a word he said?", Bachira asked, but Isagi only shook his head.

Rin stepped forth this time.

"I am Rin Itoshi, a longstanding confidant from Yena's formative years. Intriguingly, she has never relayed any mention of a figure by the name of Victor Manchester in the course of our discussions.", he said, and the others were surprised by how well mannered Rin spoke.

He stared at Victor, and Victor felt Rin's aura. they seemed to have a stare-off now.

"Indeed, Yena and I, by mutual agreement, maintained a discreet stance regarding our relationship, influenced by my inherent shyness in the presence of unfamiliar faces. Despite this discretion, my sincere desire is to cultivate a deeper understanding of your collective camaraderie, as an assurance that those with whom Yena associates are individuals of admirable character."

Victor then smiled at Rin, who glared at him.

"I can assure you that I am Yena's most trusted friend, but what about you? tell us about yourself. where do you come from? what do you do at the moment? are you at high school or studying? I don't know a damn thing about you and it's giving me the creeps that she'd hang out with somebody I don't even know.", Rin answered, still having his glare set on Victor.

"I hail from Great Britain, currently enrolled in studies at Harvard. My portfolio includes the oversight of several thriving business ventures. A notable aspect of my preferences lies in a genuine affection for biscuits."

Rin narrowed his eyes at Victor, but before Rin could say anything else, you stepped out with the items. "okay, Let me buy them real quick, you guys can go and check out the other stores.", you muttered as you checked if you had everything you needed.

the boys, however, didn't budge. Ness, Kaiser, Isagi, Bachira, Reo, Nagi, Rin and Victor only looked at you. Victor and Rin were the first to take the clothes from you. Reo and Nagi, as well as Kaiser and Ness were the first ones to take out their wallets to pay. Isagi and Bachira just stood there dumbly, not knowing how to please you or confused as to what the others did.

...

"I can pay for myself, you know?", you grumbled as you sat there with your chocolate milk in your hands as you huffed. the four boys were having a big slight argument over who got to pay for you, and they decided to split up the bill.

Bachira and Isagi were seated before you, Rin and Ness on either side of you, and Kaiser next to Ness, with Victor sitting next to kaiser, and reo and nagi between Rin and Bachira. You guys were sitting at a big, round table.

Everyone bought a small thing for themselves, Isagi also bought the shirt you told him would look good on him with a smile and blush. Nagi was content that you didn't give away the white clothes. Victor was stealing glances at you with a blush as you were grumpy. Rin waited for the food. so you guys were all just basically scrolling on your phones and waiting for the food at a restaurant.

"Huh, and here I thought you dissappeared, Victor!", an utterly high pitched voice broke the pleasant silence. You freezed, frowned, and turned to Victor. He looked at you in horror before he turned around.

Rika Shinkamu.

the blonde bitch he slept with.

Victor cheated on you with this japanese pick-me girl. her body screamed Barbie, with blonde hair, blue eyes, a thin body, but it seemed like she went underneath the knife, because she looked like shit. flared up tits, BBL on her butt, and also syrenged lips.

somehow, her body looked unnatural. she looked weird.

"Oh? and if this isn't Yena Hideyo...! wait...did you leave me, your girlfriend, alone to spend time with that slut?!", Rika exclaimed and stomped on her high heel.

Victor glared at Rika. "You're not my girlfriend, stop being so delusional.", he said, and his sophisticated demeanor was gone, instead a cold shoulder apparent.

ness, Kaiser, Isagi and bachira and the others just sat there, cringing at the girl. You sighed and rubbed your temple. They all however, didn't let Rika's comment slide.

Rin's eye twitched when he heard Rika call you a slut, when Rika looked like one, and a real ugly one at that.

"Can somebody please knock out that whore?", Rin asked, but he only stared at Victor, as if silently demanding him to leave with Rika.

"Hah?! The fuck did'ya just say?!", Rika scoffed before she turned to you. "All I'm saying is that Victor fucked me instead of you, which means he likes me more, and you're the one who is surrounded by boys! So, you're a slut! And look at your body, small boobs, eyebags, and your hair is sooo uncharismatic!", she exclaimed in a sassy tone before she whipped her blonde hair back and looked you up and down.

Victor stood up abruptly. You huffed in amusement. "I'm not going to argue with a person who had to undergo surgery for her body to look like mine.", you stated, and Rika glared at you.

But, you were not finished. "also, these guys are my friends, and I wasn't a whore or slut before I settled down with Victor, unlike some pathetic and poor excuse of a woman.", you said, and looked back to your phone.

everyone was silent after that. It was true what you said though. Rika has been hopping from male to male before she 'settled down' at Victor. Victor himself stood up and sighed.

"I'm sorry for ruining your day, I will leave now.", he said before he quickly went away, with Rika following after him, telling him to wait with tears in her eyes, her high heels being too much for her to actually go after him.

"that was...cringe.", Kaiser spoke, and you all agreed. Reo and Nagi, as well as Rin looked at you with either betrayal, concern, or both.

"What was that girl's deal, anyways? Starting a fight with you all of a sudden?", Ness asked as he pouted. you just sipped some more on your chocolate milk before the waitress came and served you guys your food.

"Long story short, I've been dating Victor for two years, but he cheated on me because he didn't really like me, and the person he cheated on was that blonde Rika. it seemed like they broke up, but Rika is just---delulu delusional and thinks Victor still likes her? she should go and seek therapy.", you muttered before you bit into your food.

Bachira huffed. "that's still no reason of her to call you these insults." "but Yena told Rika off good!", Isagi exclaimed after Bachira's words, and everyone agreed and you smiled softly. "thanks, guys."

"she looked like a fricking character from those old movies where the women look so weird...", Reo spoke with a frown, and again, everyone agreed, and laughed as well.

Rin then looked at you before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "please don't let anything get to you, Yena. you're the prettiest girl in the world.", he said quietly, and you blushed a bit. "thank you, rin.", you said back softly with a smile.

RIn nodded before he kept eating.

...

after everyone was done, and Kaiser and Ness bid their goodbyes, Bachira and Isagi had to leave too after a while to hang out with the others, and it was now only you, Rin, Reo and Nagi.

They all froze in place when you walked into a pink shop, with pink and cute accesoires. they blinked before they looked at each other with panicked expressions.

"Did she just--" (Reo)

"huh-" (Nagi)

"Y-yena!?" (Rin)

Yeah, they were all concerned. All three boys walked in after you, very concerned looks. Rin and reo took either side of your shoulder and pulled you back.

"quick, let's get her to the hospital!"

"Dial 911!!!"

"guys...it's for Teieri.", you spoke up with a huff. Rin and Reo let go of you, and Nagi forgot about his mission to take you out of the cutecore store as he looked at cute keychains.

"...cute..", the albino haired boy muttered. Nagi was at the other end of the store as you three were in front of the entrance.

"oh, sorry.", Rin coughed with a blush and took a step back to give you some space.

"but it really scared us when you went into the shop.", Reo exclaimed softly and with an apologetic smile.

you just shook your head. "it's alright, really. now I really wanna buy something super cute for Teieri..."

"I'll help you!", Rin and Reo spoke at the same time a determined expression on their faces.

You looked at them for a moment. They haven't really bought a lot of stuff, and you shook your head. "c'mon guys, go buy yourselfves something."

Nagi then came with one of the super cute keychains. "is it okay if I have this keychain? it looks...cute...", he mumbled with a small blush as he looked down on it at his hand.

Reo and Rin snorted, and you did too. "Of course, Nagi."

Reo and rin then left the store, and Nagi kept browsing through the aisles. you hummed in thought as you looked at the variety of goods.

'hmm...what would Teieri like...? I think I'll get a...a sweet notebook...with a cute pen...maybe an adorable pencil case? Hm!...and a few t-shirts would be nice too for her...oh, some of them have flowers...huh, it's actually good...I think I'll get her an M size...because of her...ahem...chest...', you thought with a blush as you put many products into a shopping bag.

Nagi appeared again. "I think this one looks better...no, this one...maybe the first one...? uh..such a hassle...Yena, help.", he spoke in his monotone voice and pouted.

you looked at the keychains. one was black and the other one white. "would you like to have one? you don't have a keychain yet..."

"huh, you're right actually...okay, I'll have the black one. and I think I'm done buying stuff for Teieri.", you muttered as you looked at the full bag with cute stuff.

nagi nodded and took the bag from your grip. "what are you doing?" "Don't want you to carry it. it's heavy...a heavy hassle..."

You only rolled your eyes playfully before you pai- no. Nagi paid.

you only shook your head.

...

"wha....wha...!? Wha-!?!!", Teieri exclaimed when you were over at her room as some sort of girl's night and smirked proudly when she looked at the different items with an excited expression.

She fell in love with each thing you bought. Pens, pencils, pencil sharpener, sweet jewellery, clothes, hair pins, an adorable hairbrush, a few plushies, you bought it all. anri cooed at everything.

"waaaaa! Thank you, Yena!", she exclaimed happily before she hugged you tight. you grunted before you hugged her back softly. "It's the least I could do, Teieri."

she took all the shirts and went to her cabin. "I-I'll put it on and show you, okay!?", she yelled in excitement and you threw a thumbs up.

You were scrolling on your phone as she changed and raised your brow. 'a message from Ego...one month left at blue lock...oh...', you thought as you read through his message. so you could only go to france, england and italy, because currently, you were slowly finishing it with spain, and you were at bastard münchen already.

thirty days. ten days with each team. then you're gone...unless...?

Victor said he had some businesses, and some of them included football. 'wait...he wouldn't, would he?', you frowned, but your train of thoughts vanished when Teieri jumped out of her walkable wardrobe to show you the t-shirt you bought for her.

"what do you think!? Super cute, right?!", she exclaimed with a blush and a huge smile. you smiled back at her softly. "yes, super cute."

you liked the fact that even grown-ups felt safe enough to act childish around you, and you huffed in amusement when anri hopped back into the changing cabinet to put on another shirt.

today was a sweet girl's night.

...

"Nine months, huh?", Kunigami muttered after you answered his question on how you became so good at football, and you explained it to him in the same way you did to barou. you and Kunigami were sitting together in the cafeteria and were now on your way back to the halls. you two would have to say goodbye to each other soon.

"yep, but there were also other games I played, nine months, however, was my absolute fave.", you said calmly before you looked at him.

'damn he's so fucking hot...' "what did you do this weekend, actually?", you asked. you were a bit down when he had rejected your offer to go to the mall with him, as he was the first person you asked. (you wanted it to become a date.) he said no and you went with Reo, nagi and the others instead.

"I spent some time with my family...I...I hope you bought some nice stuff for yourself?", he asked in a shy tone and blushed when he thought back about you wearing that pink outfit.

"yeah, I did actually. it was really fun at saturday, I wish you came."

Kunigami averted his eyes with a red face now. "N-next time..."

You blushed more. "...promise?" You asked gently and softly. Kunigami blinked a few times, looking to the ground as he did so, and nodded only.

You were celebrating in your head as you smiled at him. "I'm already looking forward to it."

Suddenly, Victor came to view as he bid Ego farewell. you locked eyes with him, and he smiled. "Ye-", he stopped when he saw Kunigami. He stared at him.

Kunigami raised his brow.

You frowned at Victor, not really wanting to see him at the moment. "Come on, Kunigami, let's go somewhere else.", you muttered and walked into the other direction. Victor, however, wanted to talk to you.

"w-wait, Yena! Please, let us speak for a moment!", Victor said urgently, as he took his steps to your direction. you sighed before you looked at Kunigami. "could you leave us alone for a moment?"

Kunigami switched his gaze between you and the stranger, then he huffed. "sure..", he mumbled and left.

"I'm sorry that I took your time away from...him...", Victor muttered, as he glared at the orange haired wild card's retreating form.

"Is it about saturday?", you asked with a raised brow.

"Yes, I-I'm sorry about what happened...Rika...she stalks me...", he sighed. Sucks for him.

"is this the only reason?"

"No, I...I wanted to ask you if we could be together again."

you just looked at him with a blank face, before you laughed your ass off. "AHAAHAH...HAUhahahahahahahajdwjjah.." and you kept chuckling for a bit.

Victor looked at you awkwardly, and with a hurt expression.

"no.", you said, and turned around to leave.

And...well...Victor...he...

he made the mistake of touching you without your consent.

the moment you felt his "soft" grip on your wrist, you gave him a roundhouse kick to the cheek, and he got kicked to the side. you glared at him.

"how dare you touch me without my consent? how dare you come back again after we resolved this peacefully, ah!?", you seethed angrily, as you looked down at Victor who held his cheek, looking up at you in fear.

"I'm not going to be together with you again, ever. now get the hell outta here.", you growled, and walked away.

still, Victor was persistent. "L-look, I'm sorry Yena. I'm sorry for having had intercourse with Rika when I was together with you. I'm sorry for having taken you for granted. Please, just give me one more chance..!"

you only scoffed. "you think I want you after you were inside another woman? you think I want to get back to a guy who didn't want me at first? keep on dreamin', bitch."

and with that, you left. you weren't in the mood for that, even less considering getting back together with him. Victor didn't follow you this time. you were glad.

Kunigami was waiting around the corner, his eyes closed. you blushed. "god he's pretty..."

oop-

Kunigami opened his eyes as he looked at you and blushed. "thank y-you...", he muttered and looked to the side sheepishly.

you were frozen. 'did I...did I just say that out loud...I did...'

"ah- s-sorry, it just slipped out-" "I-it's okay, I enjoyed the compliment, really! Y-you're pretty too!"

you two looked to the ground with red faces, being complimented by each other, and giddy smiles.

[get a room for fuck's sake...]

"so...you will leave in a month...did I get it right?", kunigami spoke softly after a while, and you two leaned against opposite walls on the hallway.

"yeah...", you answered, feeling sad.

kunigami sighed before he stood straight and walked towards you. you looked up at him, confused as to why he was walking to you.

he was blushing. even his ears were red.

"Yena, I li-" "Yena! Yena come quick, you've gotta see that!", Oliver exclaimed, having appeared from nowhere.

liver would've pulled you by the wrist, but then he remembered how you were, and he also saw you beat that guy.

Oliver held a save distance from you.

you frowned. "why should I?"

"Otoya has made a cool ninja trick but ended up hurting his nuts, now come on!", oliver yelled with a mischievous, but also childlike grin. Kunigami was glaring at Oliver.

"heh, serves him right. Kunigami, what did you want to tell me though? you "li-"?", you asked as you looked up to him.

Oliver scowled.

Kunigami averted his eyes in embarassment. "ah..i-it's not that important."

Oliver smirked. "alright, let's go then!!"

'I thought he wanted to confess...how stupid of me...he must already have a girlfriend waiting for him..', you thought, and walked away with Oliver.

once you two rounded the corner, Kunigami slid down the wall, his head looking up, and he covered his eyes. "why did I chicken out...? was it because of Oliver...?....fuck..."

...

you were wheezing.

ringing for air.

otoya was laying on the side as he curled up in a fetus position, both his hands on his crotch.

"y--you...huhehuehheuheehueheue...y-you...oh go-ho-hoooood...!", you wheezed as you pointed around in his dorm. Karasu and Oliver were chuckling at Otoya, and Yukimiya was still training.

otoya had made the mistake of wanting to do a backflip on a chair, and hi nuts collided against it's back when he landed.

"that's what you get for being such a dumbass, moron."

"shut the...fuck...up, karasu...oww...", he whimpered.

something stirred inside you. ()

oh yeah.

you were crazy for whimpering boys. you looked down on Otoya.

"Otoya, let me help you.", you said in a serious tone. he looked up at you through teary eyes. "Really?", he mumbled softly.

you were an angel in his eyes right now. 'maybe she'll massage them...hehe..'

never in his life would Otoya have thought that you'd kick his nuts. He was moaning, and mewling in pain, and curled up even tighter. he was now crying and whimpering on the ground.

Karasu and Oliver laughed more.

"this is for the sauna incident.", you lied. you just wanted to hear more of his whimpers. he had a good whimpering noise.

you looked at Oliver and Karasu, and both stopped laughing, holding their crotches. "We're sorry" "We're very sorry", they said.

you walked out of the dorm with a satisfied hum.

Then you encountered Kurona, Kiyora, and Niko. the cutest boys of blue lock until now. you didn't meet anybody else yet. "hellyu."

"hello, Yena." "Hi." "..."

ah yes, Niko Ikki was the shyest of those three. so cute.

"is everything okay with you guys? are you about to train or.."

"train, train.", Kurona spoke. Kiyora looked at you, having a small blush on his cheeks. "please train with us...", and niko nods with a heavier blush.

'huhgewfjwifjiejiofjqiowjfijiwofjo THEY'RE SO CUTE WHAT THE FUCK THANK YOU GOD FEIFJJFIWJIFI', you thought with a blank face, and nodded. "sure, let's go."

They were decent and humble players. Kiyora jin put up a respectable match, kurona was a great teamplayer, and Niko was also great with his vision. they all were.

you praised the hell outta them.

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jeowefowfowp sorry guys I'm such a simp lol

@meryqi, thought I should tag you, love :}

guys if you want another part please tell me, or more interactions ejifiwjfiejwifjwi