#do I clap and cheer when he gets his ass beat in the show ? also yes <3

[ykffamt]

i know everyone in the pz tags is a rippen lover but SOMEONE has got to be abnormal abt the odyssey trio and that’s what my brother and I are here to do

[nrdmssgs]

Hello! Could you do some headcannons or some characters reacting to this scenario?

So I was sitting on the floor with my bff and we are playing a game of sorts right? He's hella competitive so I look up and i see the hottest smirk on his face. Like his eyes are half litted and just foxlike as he smirked down at me.

Now the cod characters are obvi gonna be in different situations but for example like we are training and they get their ass handed to and they just look up to see the most cockyest hottest smirk possible on our face.

You can change things if you'd like! Thank you! - JAY

TF 141 + Nikolai reacting on (different) readers, having hot smug smirk

Masterlist This is pure fluff and comfort. Sometimes with romance, sometimes platonic. AN: Jay!! Thank you for being so patient with me) I really hope, I got your request right. But if I failed - feel free to paraphrase and resend it to me, so we can figure this out. Also: I loved working on this. So much fun!!

Captain John Price

"Come on, now you are just making up words!" Price lets out a cloud of cigar smoke in the air.

But you insist, it is a real word, since you were pretty proud, it was about to win you a game of scrabble against a native English speaker.

"Somebody, look this up, I have this feeling, there's a cheater in our ranks." Captain stretches his back and shoulders, while waiting for anyones confirmation.

"Ehm, it's actually a word." Gaz leans over the table where you and Price play and shows him something on the smartphone screen. Then he looks at the letters Price has left and whistles.

"Looks like you won, congratulations," Kyle pats you on the shoulder with that.

You clapped your hands loudly and jumped up from the table. "Yes! An hour and a half in that horrible chair, my back won't thank me, but it was worth it!"

The others turn at the sound of your voice and come over to congratulate you.

Price does not stand up, but takes another puff, watching your widening cocky grin.

When you finally approach him, holding out your hand for a friendly handshake, he gathers a few letter chips into his palm.

"Sir, it was a pleasure to ruin you on this fine evening!" You wait for a handshake, but he takes your wrist, flips your hand and gives you a few of his letters.

"Go on, professor, figure yourself, where you've made a mistake." He chuckles darkly, amused by your expression getting puzzled and lost.

You look at the letters in your hand, then at the playing field... And you don't understand what word can be formed from what John gave you.

"Need a hand?" Price squints. You nod, and he takes letters one by one from your hand and places them in the field.

"What... what does that mean?" As you ask, others, for some mysterious reason, diverge to the far corners of the room.

"Someone needs a lesson, I see," Price purrs "C`mere, this is a nasty one."

As you lean closer, he brushes hair off your ear and whispers, what does the word he has just laid out on the field, mean. And with every next his word, your face becomes more red.

"Now be a darling and do the math, so that your Captain knows with what score exactly did he beat you." Price stand up, cracks his back and leaves you alone at the table.

(Of course, he will return with tea and something sweet to cheer you up. He just wanted to teach you to never celebrate too soon.)

Kyle Gaz Garrick

He was always your biggest fan. From that time, you showed him your very first painting to this very moment, your local gallery declared your private selling exhibition open.

"I bet, I don't understand even one third of the meaning behind this one, but I'm in love. Just want to look at it every day," he confesses when you get closer to him.

"And you have a trained eye for a soldier. This painting is one of the most pricey ones." You fan yourself with a price list printed out for visitors. Kyle catches it in flight, quickly finds the picture in front of which you met in the list, and looks up at you.

"Jeez, after I retire - I'll ask you to teach me how to paint!" He finally lets go of the price list in your hand and gives you a warm and soft embrace. 'Famous Garrick signature hug' as you two used to call it always. The best hug, you could ever get.

"Congratulations," He huffs in your hair, not wanting to let go. "Can I already flex, that my best friend is a famous artist?"

"Oh, yes, famous artist, that has sold zero paintings yet." You chuckle, leaning back.

"You just wait, till I become a Captain, your works will all be sold, before they are even ready." Kyle is the only man able to illuminate any space with just his laugh. You wish, you could tell that to him, but it sounds banal and vulgar even in your head.

Later that evening, when someone approaches you and asks if that painting is still available, you shake your head in excuse.

Six months later, you celebrate Kyle's birthday. His colleagues gathered in a small and cozy local pub.

You all have known each other for a long time, so they all greet you warmly when you approach their table.

Kyle jumps up and hugs you with such a speed that you almost drop the present you were hiding behind your back.

"Happy birthday!" You smile and hand him a big flat box.

Suspecting nothing, Kyle opens it and freezes in shock.

"What, what is it? Gaz, what you've got?" Johnny MacTavish was agitated as usual.

"You can't..." Kyle looks from the painting to you. "You can`t give it to me..."

"Just did it, Garrick," a wide smile spreads across your face. The more times he looks from you to the painting and back, the more smug your grin gets.

He can't thank you enough. The whole evening, he keeps repeating, "You are crazy. Freaking psycho, I tell you... I promise, I'm gonna come up with the best present on your birthday."

As the others start heading home, Price calls Kyle over. "If this is not screaming to you, you have a chance with that girl, Gaz, I'll have to send you for your hearing screening before your next deployment."

Simon Ghost Riley

You hated weekly performance reviews. Others may find it terrifying, since the Lieutenant wasn't very generous with praise, but you just couldn't stand this infinite cycle. Because every week it was the same.

"Y/N, you already know what I have to say." "Yes sir. More confidence brings better results."

You two kept going over this exact dialogue for the last month. Week after week. "More confidence, Y/N".

This review went on as usual. You reacted on your name automatically. "Yes, sir."

When others started leaving his office, you too stood up and headed to the door.

"I asked you to stay, soldier." Ghosts low voice rumbles behind your back, making you frown. Yes, maybe you should have paid more attention to what was he saying.

You turn around and land on the first chair, you see. It was useless to try to come with excuse, why you almost sneak out of his office instead of following his command, so you prepare to obediently accept his condemnation.

But he instead takes a small box sealed in plastic from his desk and throws it on the table in front of you. "Open it. And read the rules out loud. I don't have a single idea, how to play this one."

"Sir? You want us... to play a card game? Am I missing something?" Instead of an answer, he gives a long look, that could make anyone frightened. Yes, when it came to the Lt, you never knew if this man just looking at you without any particular purpose or actually was plotting to end you.

So you unpack a deck of cards and read the rules. The game wasn't too complicated, but required strategic thinking and some understanding of behavioral patterns of the opponent.

You two play a pair of rounds, and then Ghost says 'enough with training, you win this time - you get a reward'.

"Wait, how? I don't think, I'm ready..." "Observe, memorize, analyze, react, don't forget to count the cards and believe in yourself." He looks you in the eyes and nods at the deck.

At first, you panic. Does he really expect you to beat him in a game where you have to manipulate your opponent? This is not a gullible and naive colleague - this is Simon 'Ghost' Riley - someone, whom you can't just read like an open book!

But at some point you notice a particular pattern in a way, he plays. And that leads you to an idea worth of the risk.

So you start carefully tinkering circumstances to make him do just what you want. And he follows to your surprise!

In a few minutes you understand, you got him trapped. There are only a pair of moves left to defeat Ghost.

"That's what I wanted to see," Ghost leans back in his chair a bit, not even looking at his hand.

You tense up a little, wondering why he's looking at your face instead of his cards, and then you realize you're smiling broadly, enjoying the approach of victory.

"Excuse me, sir." "No, keep that smile. Remember it. Never forget the smile, with which you beat 'the Ghost' you were so afraid of. And next time you feel insecure - put on that smile for a minute, ok? Now get on with it and win this round finally."

Johnny Soap MacTavish

"But Johnny! I'm in the mood for crimes!!" you whined, as he pulled you away from the garden fence.

"Na-a-ah, no crimes for you today, lassie. I'd hate it if you end up in prison." Soaps grip around your wrist was iron.

"One berry! I won't end up in jail for eating one berry, that I've found, by the way, outside this fence, because the bush overgrown through it!" You keep protesting.

"We'll, go on a farmers market and ill buy you a flippin` ton of those berries, you little rascal!" Johnny catches you by the waist and lifts you up in his arms with such ease, as if you weigh nothing. The longed-for berries, so affably peeking out from behind the neighbor's fence, turn out to be farther and farther away.

You see them off with a sad sigh. "But the stolen ones are always sweeter!"

Soap grumbles about how childhood hit you at the wrong time, but can't help but smile. He loves coming back from deployments and hanging out with you, just the same as when you two were kids.

Today you decided to go for a picknick on the nearest lake and on the way you decided that you just need to pick a few berries from the neighbors. The fact that the neighbors were not at home at that moment did not bother you, because 'CRIMES' as you happily shrieked.

As you reached the lake, Soap went for a quick swim, and you stayed to enjoy some rare for your region sun. You never understood, how he could swim in this ice-cold water.

When he came back and didn't find you anywhere near your picnic blanket, he grew suspicious.

His suspicions grew stronger when you emerged from behind the hill, grinning contentedly.

"Well, where have you been?" Johnny folded his arms across his chest.

"First, dry yourself, you will drip water all over our blanket!" You got close enough not to scream. Too close. Because he noticed your purple tongue.

"Show me your tongue." You froze at those words.

You took a few steps back, and he cocked his head to the side, as if he was trying to figure something out in his mind.

"I was gone for 10-15 minutes... Did you manage to run to that garden and back?"

Instead of answering, you jumped up and rushed away from him. But Johnny's reaction was lightning fast: he caught up with you in a couple of swift motions and put you on his shoulders.

"I'm getting half of my dress wet because of you!" you screamed, trying to escape.

"Not half," he answered with a mischievous voice.

You followed Soap's gaze and realized that he was carrying you towards the water.

"Johnny no..."

"Johnny, yes!" he grinned ominously.

Nikolai

"You're going down, MacTavish!" You swing with such force that you almost lose your balance. A snowball flies towards Soap and you hear a soft pop as it hits his face and spills over his jacket.

"Yes!! Still the champion! Still have it!!" With a wild grin, you twirl around in a tiny victory dance. Soap could be better than you on a firing range and at training fields, but when it came to snowball fights - you were invincible.

You've secretly waited for winter and prayed for a snowfall every year just to show Johnny, you are a force to be reckoned with.

So you really deserve this little moment of triumph.

You still smile when you hear Soap calling your name.

A satisfied sneer blooming on your face as you turn around... and freeze.

Johnny stands there as if nothing had happened, the smirk on his face almost as wide as yours. And a few meters behind him is Nik, shaking the snow from behind the collar of his jacket.

"You ducked?! That's not fair, Soap!" "Since when using my knees is not fair?" Johnny moves aside little by little.

You meet Niks unamused gaze and shrug. "I am so terribly sorry, Nikolai. I swear, this was an accident!"

"Accident, yeah? I see, you like playing with snow so much..." He finishes brushing off the snow and holds out his hand to you. "Come closer, I can teach you a thing or two about snow. Where I come from, we've had a lot of it."

You shake your head. "You can't, you are not my Captain." This should have sounded like a reasoning, but comes out more as a plea.

"Captain?" Nikolai shouts, "I need to teach one of your soldiers a lesson, is it ok with you?" "Is it Gaz?" Price's voice reaches you. "No." "No objections then! Take your time!"

You quietly curse as Nik turns to you once again. He points an index finger to you, then to the ground right before him, and forms an inaudible command. "You. Here."

The last part of his order is spoken out loud in a manner that doesn't leave you any choice. "Now."

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 50 - Deadly Charm (part 1)

They are sitting on top of Kerubim's loft bed... Cute...

We already established this episode's approximate place on the timeline, folks :D Somewhere around episodes 42 (The Trial) and 26 (A Hairy Mystery)

Considering they weren't even married, it's so funny. Kerubim and Lou were like "let's become engaged" and immediately, Kerubim began to call her his wife. While she didn't exactly return the favor. We've seen that, during this time, she simply called him "her fiancé".

...He always had been a romantic like that.

Do you think Kerubim utilized girl power right, when he became an enforcer of Bonta's corrupt regime?

Anyway, if the criminals called me "kekop", I would kill myself.

I was about to go "NEW KROSMOZ FRUIT DROPPED", before I saw that it's just an outdated translation for citronanas, which we had already seen in Wakfu... For shame!

Back in Kerubim's younger years, they didn't have traffic lights, — which we had already confirmed exist by the time of the show, in episode 32, Pupuce's Life.

Indie didn't have a packed lunch, which means that, perhaps, at this time he hadn't yet known Nella.

Kerubim is so excited about the engagement, and can't stop rubbing it into Indie's face. He won in the war for Lou's heart, lmao.

...Kerubim is never beating those Ecaflip japanese-coding allegations.

Why are they doing these things with their fingers. Are the two of them stupid. Do they actually give guns to Bontarian cops, and he's avoiding mentioning this to Joris so he doesn't imagine him shooting people? Guns do exist in this setting, albeit they're all old-timey looking...

I am mystified by the implications.

Indie is so happy at the perceived loss in the war for Lou's heart, on Kerubim's part here.

Aaand now that he's angry, she immediately stops being his "wife", and becomes his "girlfriend" again. Men will go insane after becoming engaged.

This says: "LAS FJESFJR ----" (I can't make out the last word.)

Mommy's submissive little kitten ain't he...

"if i had a lame ass girlfriend i would hype her up so much i would make her wait out side so i could go in first and be like get ready here comes the most specialest girl ever if you dont cheer and clap for her singing ill fucking blow this whole building up"

Racism in the World of Twelve is very interesting because, just like Khajiiti people in the TES setting, it does seem like Ecaflips are sometimes viewed in an unfair light.

It's probably due to Ecaflip's culture of gambling, which leads to addiction, and then homelessness and poverty. And also the uhh, existence of Ecaflip Psychward. Man.

...Catgirls can't fucking escape racism in western fantasy franchises. 😥

Of course Bonta has whipping boys.

I bet Kerubim would like if it was Lou who was—— [The electricity to my mic is cut]

To cause jealousy in Kerubim, she reminds him that he's not the only one she's dommed.

The last flash frames of the entire show are so good.

[alexbutrandomthoughts]

Thanks for answering my ask....If you don't mind me asking (again), what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....

OKAY SO I MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS CUZ I WAS BUSY IN UNI AND THEN IT JUST GOT ERASED FROM MY MEMORY I AM SO FUCKING SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO LET IT STEW FOR SO LONG

1) Haikyuu!!

Honestly this is just a comfort show for me. No matter how many times i rewatch it, it's always like the first time, even if you know what's about to happen, you still cheer and clap and groan in every match. Just AGAIWBAIWBSKBDIS such a good anime, i bawled my eyes out when i finished the manga, honestly this will go down as one of my favorite anime ever (update: watched the movie, it's good but man i wish we had whole season)

2) Undertale/Deltarune

I cannot beat the weird kid allegations, toby fox has me by my (totally legit) balls. Istg toby fox drugs his games, or else idk how to explain how am i keep coming back to this (lies this franchise and story is just pure masterpiece)

3) Fnaf

Yeah definitely doesn't help the weird kid allegations. Well you know what they say, when you start getting into fnaf you sign off your life into eternal servitude. I would describe my relationship with Fnaf as - toxic ex i keep coming back to. Somehow 8 years of this bullshit and we're still going. Counting animatronic toes and reading yet another wtf is this book

4) Bungoe Stray Dogs

Sighhhhhh. The gayssssss. THE GAAAAAYSSS. But nah honestly it just has everything to get me on the board. The drama, mysteries, pretty WOMEN, silly characters, gut wrenching angst, and of course gay ass mfkas. The manga is better though. I don't consider this a masterpiece (not by a lOng shot) but it a good show to watch and talk about, the characters are all fun and silly, cliche at times but nonetheless entertaining and the fan work is just CHEF'S KISS

5) Frieren: Beyond Journey's End

This is a relatively new one but GOD. DAMN. HOW DOES JUST MAKE THIS MASTERPIECE. IT'S SO GOOD. THE EMOTIONS THE PLOT THE CHARACTERS. HOW DOES ONE EXECUTE EVERYTHING SO PERFECTLY AND JUST LEAVES YOU CRYING AND SOBBING MESS BUT IN A GOOD WAY. Genuinely consider this one of the modern classics that will be talked about in years to come. Exploring the how would an immortal perceives time, is not something everyone (or anyone) really explores in fantasy stories but damn frieren absolutely slays with it. Not cherishing the people she was with only to realize how much they meant to her when it was too late, and they're already gone, is just so. UGH. AND THEN SHE SLOWLY LEARNS TO CHANGE AND APPRECIATE THE WORLD AND PEOPLE AROUND HER WHILE GOING THROUGH THE OLD MEMORIES IAISBSJSBSNSNKS. anyway. I do recommend frieren (they better announce that second season)

6) The Apothecary diaries

Also one of the recent ones. What can i say when we get an imperial china not china setting, with inner palace politics, hierarchies and murder mysteries, packed with probably the greatest female protagonist we had in how many years? How can not love it? Maomao my personal spiritual animal. She is just such a compelling character and breath of fresh air in anime community cuz god knows we need more of em. She just feels so real compare to what we usually, she is just one or the girls and that is beautiful. There are of course others aspects of this show that i like but honestly she is probably the main reason this show is just UGH so good

7) Stanley Parable

Okay, this is a bit of an odd one, but hear me out. This game is so GOOOOD. I remember playing way back when, and it was just so different than anything else that was coming out at the time. The meta narrative of this game was truly amazing, the amount options we had and so many interesting dialogs, the THINGS TO EXPLOREE. I also just loved the narrator, he is so goddamn funny, the banter with Henry (even though it's one sided) is still great

These are the ones i can think of, honestly, there are probably others but i cannot remember them rn

[tobitofunction]

Oh Baby Part 21

Anime watchers, spoilers are ahead

part 22

Daichi was stretching, the match against Nekoma is nearly starting.” Don’t be nervous” you making Daichi jump, Haruto was on your hip sucking at his fist while his other hand was fisting your top,”I want to win, badly” he said rubbing Haruto’s hair gently making him look up at Daichi through his lashes,” You will win Dai, now Haruto give Daddy a kiss, the match be starting soon” you said holding Haruto close to Daichi face,” Thanks Buddy” Daichi smiled when his son kissed his cheek,” Cheer me own” he said as the blond first year showed up,” Thanks for taking care of him through the matches” you said handing him over,” Not a bother, he’s so calm and cute. It’s like having a doll in my arms” she cooed as you placed the noise cancelling headphones on Haruto’s ears,” Bye my love” you said waving as Yachi made her way to the stands.

“Okay boys, gather around,” Daichi said clapping his hands together.” We’re going to play Nekoma, but unlike all the other times we will win, so forget all the losses we had and just focus on winning as we will beat these kitty cats” Daichi,” Hell yeah we will, HEAR THAT MOWHAK WE BEAT YOUR ASS” Tanaka shouted making Yamamoto flip him off and held back by Lev. 

“Don’t cry when we will win my dear Daichi” Kuroo grinned shaking Daichi’s hand,” Keep that happy attitude you will need it once we won” Daichi replied. “Kageyama give us a good one,” Tanaka said to their setter who is starting the match.

 Kenma and Lev now worked well together. It took a while for someone to score but Hinata managed to do it by aiming for Kenma,” GO KARASUNO” you heard the cheer team chant with mixed expressions, some excited, some stunned by what Hinata did and one bored expression. You watched the match, both Nekoma and Karasuno developed so much since they played last time, but it was becoming evident that Karasuno slowly became better than Nekoma and they are being overwhelmed with all the new techniques Karasuno learned from all their matches including Hinata finally being able to receive, something which only learned in the previous match. 

Watching the match between Karasuno and Nekoma was like watching some kind of drama. From Nekoma pulling a synchronised attack to Kenma actually being determined to take Karasuno down, all the things didn't help as Karasuno won with a 1:2. Daichi quickly pulled you off your feet in a tight hug,” We did, we won. We’re going quarter-finals” he said before kissing,” I knew you will do it” you said happily wrapping your legs around his waist,” I knew it too not to sound cocky” he said,” I love you so much Dai”,”I love you too y/n” he kissed you gently,” You won already no need to rub our singleness into our faces” Kuroo said from behind you, Daichi placed you back on the ground and turned to face the Nekoma Captain,” No hard feelings right?” Daichi said holding out his hand,” Of course not, we both brought everything we got and you won. Don’t lose the next game though” he teased shaking Daichi’s hand,” We will get you next year though” Yamamoto said to Tanaka,” Dream on kitty” Tanaka said trying to wrap his arm around Kiyoko but she walked off making him stumble a bit.”Do you know who we’re playing next?” Suga asked Ukai just as Yachi came back from the stands,” You guys where amazing. Haruto seemed to agree, he was so memorised by the game” Yachi said stroking his belly making him smile,” Of course he was, Haruto has exceptional taste” Ukai said grabbing the boy from Yachi,” Can I get an answer?” Suga asked while his eyes were on Haruto with a soft smile,” Kamomedia High” Takeda answered looking at his clipboard,” I went to the training camp with one of their players, he’s basically like Hinata but just better” Kageyama said,” Hey” Hinata said offended,” Also their coach used to coach the Italian Volleyball team” Ukai added readjusting Haruto in his arms,” They be a hard team to beat. Do your best” he said nodding, you patted Daichi’s arm and turned around and saw Hinata sitting on the ground,” Hinata are you okay?” you asked crouching down beside him, it took him a while to replay,” Yeah, I’m just feeling tired” he said, he wasn’t even looking at you,” You sure, you look a little bit pale” you said reaching out for him but he dodged it making you frown,” Hinata” you scolded,” I’m fine. I just splash some cold water in my face” he said before walking off.

Soon the match began, you observed Hinata closely as he didn’t look better, his skin lacked even more colour than before and he sweated more than the others.” I have a feeling Hinata isn’t feeling well” you mumbled to Kiyoko,” I noticed it too” she said with a concerned look. Hinata still played good but unlike usual he seem to take a while to recover from some attacks. Daichi seemed to have picked up on that too but didn’t say anything, maybe it was his own selfishness of wanting to win is getting to him. Karasuno their first set but took the second just barely, it was the beginning of the third and Hinata became sloppier which made Daichi give a concerned look proofing your gut feeling that something wasn’t right with Hinata and was further proven when he collapsed onto his knees making the crowd go silent.” Hinata” you shouted running onto the field helping him up, his skin was warm and sticky and he was breathing rapidly.” It seems that he has a fever” you said to Ukai and Takeda,” I’m fine-”,” No, your not. Hinata you can’t play like this” you said making him sit down beside Ukai,” Y/N is right, I can’t let you play like that. Y/N bring him to the nurse's office” Ukai ordered making Hinata jump up but he stumbled a bit, Takeda grabbed the jersey steadying him,” I’m not hurt or anything. I can still play” he tried but Ukai shook his head,” Hinata, you don’t look good at all, your body needs rest or it will get worse” you said rubbing his back. Hinata sighed in defeat,” I’m so sorry” he said bowing to his teammates,” It’s not your fault. Get better bro” Noya said fist-bumping his shoulder,” We be fine” Tanaka added.

On your way out Yachi approached you,”Is everything okay?” she asked concerned,” Hinata has a fiver, I bring him to the nurse, you can join Kiyoko. I take Haruto as well” you smiled taking your son back into your arms,” Get better Hinata” Yachi smiled softly rubbing the gingers arm gently before entering the gym again.” Come on” you said softly.

“A stupid fiver got me. How embarrassing” Hinata mumbled, he was laying down on the nurse's bed with a cold, wet towel on his forehead. Haruto was playing on the ground with some building block given to him by the nurse.” Even the most famous Volleyball players get sick and your just a first year, you be back here in no time”,” Wait  I can't even play in the other matches?” he said sitting up making the towel fall,  you shook your head and picked up the towel,” Lay back down. I make it cold again” you said walking over to the sink,” Do you think we can win?” he asked,” It’s 1:1 at the moment. Everything is possible” you said walking back at him and placed the towel on his head. Haruto gurgled and held his arm out for you,” Come here my baby” you smiled kissing Haruto’s small nose and making him smile brightly at you.” How is it being a mom?”,” I won’t recommend becoming one at our age but he’s so cute, I can’t be mad. He’s the light of life, I will do anything for him” you smiled at Haruto was looking at Hinata,” Girls aren't interested in me, so being a parent young won’t be a problem” he joked taking Haruto’s hand in his,” Who knows, maybe someone is interested in you but won’t say it” you shrugged,” That be amazing” Hinata slurred before falling asleep.

“I’m sorry you lost,” you said sadly,” It’s fine, we played well, we gave it our all but it wasn’t enough, unfortunately,” Daichi shrugged rubbing Haruto’s head, Hinata seemed to have taken it the hardest, still blaming himself for the loss,” I will next time Daichi, don’t worry. I promise you that” he said, he looked slightly better than before but still definitely sick,” I want to thank you Hinata, because of you and Kageyama we got the motivation to improve ourselves, and I hold you onto this promise,” he said ruffling his orange hair.

For the next couple of months, Daichi and you worked hard in Ukai’s shop and in the school. Daichi already gave his Captain position to Ennoshita who emotionally accepted, and Tanaka became the ace. Yachi became officially the manager while you kept your position. Haruto grew quickly making many people emotional, he’s still smaller than the average baby his age but you weren’t too concerned about it. Currently, you were sitting beside Daichi’s parents and siblings watching Daichi graduate,” Look at Daddy, isn’t so handsome” you cooed into Haruto’s ear and you clapped his hands together when Daichi appeared on stage. He gave a big wave while looking in your direction.

“Look Haruto daddy graduated,” you said walking towards Daichi at the end of the ceremony,” Haruto how proud are you of me?” he asked taking him in his arm, Haruto nodded his head with a big smile,” Haruto how proud are you of me?” Suga asked bopping his nose making him laugh,” I can’t believe you are all are going to be gone” you said with a sad smile,” We will see each other” Asahi smiled engulfing you in a hug,” Exactly, I am the godfather after all. I be at your place as often as I can” Suga joked,” We be always there for you guys” Kiyoko smiled,” So you all know what you want to study?”,” Teaching, little Haruto made it clear for me that I want to work with kids, you better send him to my school” he said half-jokingly,” Not sure yet to be honest” Kiyoko said with a shrug,” I found a fashion school in Tokyo, so you might see less of me” Asahi said,” Remember us when your a famous designer” Suga joked making the former ace roll his eyes.” I hope I’m not intruding” a familiar cocky voice said,” Toru, I didn’t see you in ages” you gasped,” Yeah, busy with school and perfecting my skills. Congrats on graduation and on those greats sets in nationals”, Oikawa said,” No snarky remark on loosing?” Daichi said,”No, we aren’t rivals anymore Sawamura, no need to be hostile,” Oikawa said with a shrug,” This must be Haruto?”,”Oh right, you haven't met him yet. Haruto this Toru” Oikawa crouched down slightly and waved cutely making Haruto smile and wave back at him,” He’s so cute. Glad I could have met him before leaving”,” Leaving?” Asahi said,” Yeah, I will be leaving for Argentina in a couple of days. I managed to get a spot on Club Atlético San Juan” your eyes widen,” Oh my god, that’s amazing, congrats,” you said hugging him quickly,” Not surprised, you are great setter after all. Now that we aren’t playing against each other, I can say that” Suga said making Kiyoko laugh,” Argentina is quite far though” Daichi said,” I’m willing to go on that journey, I always dreamed of being on the Argentinan team, all the hard work is finally being off. I won’t let some distance and a language barrier stop me” Daichi nodded impressed,” I wish you good luck. I mean it, you are a talented setter Oikawa” Daichi said,” And you're a good Captain, Karasuno was lucky to have you” Oikawa smiled,” I need to go home and pack, it was nice to see you one last time” Oikawa said,” I hope we see each other again Toru” you said embracing him in a hug,” We will, I’m certain on that, I will keep in contact over text as well” he said before leaving with his signature wave.” I hate to say it but I think I am going to miss that guy” Suga said making everyone laugh,” He was a good friend to me so yeah I will definitely miss him” you said looking at Haruto was getting sleepy,” Someone is getting sleepy huh?” you cooed,” Long day for him” Daichi said rubbing his back,” Excited for your new path as a police officer?” you asked Daichi randomly,” Right, when are you starting the academy?” Kiyoko asked,” In a week's time, nervous but it’s paid a bit more than Ukai but we already have a plan of only moving out after y/n graduated college and my parents are happy enough to host us for that long as well” Daichi smiled,” They said we can stay forever” you added with a smile,” We couldn’t have done without them or you guys, thank you” Daichi said,” Yes, thank you so much”.

[twistedroseytoesy]

What if Yuu and some students sang Carpe Diem from Phineas and Ferb as a closing act for VDC?

Super fun idea! Yet another AU for the VDC, hope y’all like it!

The day of the VDC was a week away. Many of the groups were rehearsing and finalizing their acts. Yet mc felt left out as they watched their group get ready for the big day. They’re err just a manager, therefore they weren’t allowed to participate. That was stupid. So the decided to do something about it. Going to the school library and printing about 20 flyers, they taped them up around the school.

Needed! 20 students or more to help with a closing act for the VDC! If interested please meet in the gymnasium at 4 pm on xxxx day.

With that set out they prepared a few things and waited until the next day. There they judged a recruited a variety of students. Some of the more familiar ones, such as lilia, cater, jade surprisingly, and silver. Also g with many students from various forms happy to have a chance to perform.

Now with their group set up, they got to rehearsing. By the day of the VDC they were ready, along with magical fireworks and other fun magical visual effects.

after all the groups had gone out the mc walked out onto the stage. “Ladies and gentleman, wizards and witches, please put your hands together for the final act of the day! Brought to you by a group of NRC students who are glad you’ve all come this far, and proud of the groups performances today! And onto the song carpe diem!”

music started up as a large group of 30 students along with mc came into the stage, moving around and dancing to the music as they sang together.

“Well we hope you all enjoyed the show Hope it was not anticlimactic Now there's something we want you to know And we don't want to sound didactic!”

different groups did tumbling over summoned blocks and pads. Other groups did mini duels of brilliant light magic creating and sending out rainbows over the crowd.

“But if there's one thing we can say I know it sounds a bit cliché There's no such thing As just an ordinary day”

mc and grim appear above the groups riding a ghostly roller coaster along with their ghost friends and hopping down into the arms of the group. The coaster flying over and out of the arena with the ghosts laughing loudly.

“And you don't have to build a roller coaster Just find your own way to make the most of Upcoming days of summer And dance to the beat of a different drummer Just grab those opportunities when you see 'em 'Cause every day's a brand new day, you gotta Carpe Diem!”

the groups continued to sing and dance, using a mix of magic and talent to awe the crowd as the song came to an end with all the students miraculously in a pyramid with mc and grim at the top.

“'Cause every day's a brand new day, you gotta Carpe Diem!”

the Cory’s went wild, clapping and cheering as the students undid their pyramid, mc sliding down a magical slide created for them. they grabbed the mike one more time.

“thank you all for coming to the VDC! And now onto the winners ceremony!”

The students moved off the stage as the competitors came into the stage. Ace and deuce stood just off stage to free the prefect.

ace punched their arm before saying, “you traitor! You made up a fun dance thing behind our backs! You didn’t even invite us!” Deuce frowned a bit but remained silent.

“sorry fellas, I wanted to dance. So I did just that. Now you go win that event!” They said pushing ace toward the stage, giving a good slap to his ass. They nodded to deuce and he nodded back looking very serious as he followed ace onto tue stage.

it was unfortunate that the NRC tribe got second place and that the final act wasn’t allowed to be voted for due to it not being officially a part of the show. But mc couldn’t say that they were up set, they fought an overblot, saved their friends lives, and Vil’s, and gave one banger of a performance. Despite all their setbacks, they were successful. And they were ready to carpe diem.

[moxleyhorror]

First Time For Everything: Otis Driftwood x Fem OC *NO SMUT*

Pairing: Otis x Fem OC

Summary: Anna has been best friends with Baby since they were little, always known about what happens at the Firefly home. One night, Otis decides to give Anna the chance at some well deserved revenge on her dad.

Word Count: 1330

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of child abuse

So my first time posting a fic that I am actually really happy with. I've posted 2 versions, one with smut and this one without, for the people who don't like to read smut. Only the ending is different. Hope you enjoy, and any tags that I have missed, let me know :) I also want to mention, I DO NOT CONDONE ANYTHING THE FIREFLY FAMILY DO. This is a work of fiction and that is all.

“Anna get up” Baby shook the sleeping girls’ arm, but she didn’t stir, “Bitch, get the fuck up” Baby raised her voice louder and dragged the blanket off her friend, scowling as Anna’s naked, slim and very bruised frame was uncovered, “Wow, he really did a number on ya this time didn’t he”. Anna stretched her arms in the air with a yawn, her muscles were cramped and aching, a sensation that she was well and truly used to now. Baby had snuck into Anna’s room on multiple occasions in the middle of the night, so Anna wasn’t surprised to see the blondes grinning face, her blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “What’s wrong?” Anna swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, “Otis has a surprise for you” Baby hopped from foot to foot excitedly, “He’s waiting downstairs”. Anna picked up a t-shirt from the floor and pulled it on over her head, it fell just far enough to cover her ass, “That’s fine we aren’t going out” Baby said as Anna reached for the clothes pile again. She shrugged and combed her fingers through her hair as the two girls headed for the door.

Otis was sat on the couch in the sitting room, toying with the knife in his hand as he waited for the girls, a strong buzz of anticipation running through him. He looked up as the girls entered, his gaze drifting over Anna’s body, enjoying the way the t-shirt clung to her curves and showed off her long legs, “So what’s this all about?” Anna slumped down onto the couch beside Otis, who reached out and gently touched the dark bruise on her cheek, “Why’d he do that?”. Anna pushed his hand away, “I dropped his beer” Anna shrugged. Otis clapped his hands together with a grin, “Well this will definitely cheer you up then” he took Anna’s hand and stood up, pulling her with him.

 Anna was led into the kitchen, Otis dropped her hand and switched on the light. It took a moment for Anna’s eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness, and then her mouth fell open. Her dad, Chris, was lying, gagged, with his wrists and ankles tied to each leg of the table in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but his underpants. He looked at Anna with wide eyes, struggling against his restraints as Baby skipped over to him, leaning over his head with a grin. Otis stepped behind Anna, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her into him, “Think of this as revenge” he whispered, “All that pain he has caused you, you can now do to him” Anna’s heart was beating rapidly, sweat beading on her forehead, “I couldn’t” she spoke quietly, but even as the words left her mouth she knew it was a lie.

Since the first day Anna had discovered what went on in the Firefly house, she had imagined her dad being there, tortured by Baby, turned into art by Otis, and then chopped into little pieces and fed to the dogs. Somehow, even that didn’t seem like enough to make up for the years of pain that Chris had caused Anna. So, when presented with this golden opportunity to enact her revenge, Anna’s heart wasn’t going crazy out of nervousness, it was out of excitement. Baby was toying with Chris’ hair, wrapping the dark locks around her finger, and tugging harshly, giggling to herself, “He’s funny” she said, pressing her finger into his nose, “If you don’t want to play, then I will”. Baby pulled her knife from the waistband of her jeans, the blade shining, “Wait!” Anna put her hand up, “Give me a knife”. Baby jumped on the spot, clapping her hands together as Otis chuckled and handed Anna his knife, “This is going to be so fun!” Baby cried. Anna circled the table, weighing the knife in her hand, not sure where to begin. Chris’ eyes followed her, tears spilling down the sides of his face, “Aww he’s crying” Otis pouted, “Ya gonna piss yourself too?” he jeered, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Anna stopped beside Chris’ head and pulled the tape from his mouth, “Please Anna, sweetie” Chris immediately pleaded, “I’m your dad, you don’t want to hurt me”. Anna scowled at him, pushing the tip of the blade into the wood of the table, “Why wouldn’t I want to hurt you? You’ve hurt me, plenty of times” Chris opened his mouth to say something, but the words were lost as Anna ran the blade down his throat, “Have mercy” his voice was barely a whisper. Anna froze, “Mercy?” she rolled the word on her tongue slowly, not taking her eyes from Chris’. The stomach-churning scream that fell from his mouth as the blade punctured his shoulder was like music to Anna’s ears, along with the satisfying feeling of the knife cutting through skin, soft tissue, and bone, sent shivers down Anna’s spine.

Otis watched Anna’s face carefully, smirking as he caught the change in her eyes. Not the usual desperate break of a victim, as they realised their life was over. This was different. It was like a switch had flipped inside Anna’s mind, allowing all her nasty, grotesque thoughts to finally roam free. Otis had noticed small slips into Anna’s true personality for years, it just took a little push to set her free. A sense of relief washed over Anna as she pulled the knife from Chris’ shoulder, blood pouring from the wound and dripping down to the floor, pooling at Anna’s feet. Chris’ screams turned to quiet sobs, Anna circling him again, “Why didn’t you show me mercy?” she asked, “Like that time you broke my leg for making a mess on the carpet”, “You had to be punished” Chris stuttered, “I was four years old!” the knife plunged into Chris’ knee with a crack as it split his knee cap. The feeling was exhilarating to Anna, who quickly attacked Chris’ other knee, burying the knife so deep his legs were almost severed completely. Anne removed the knife agonizingly slow, twisting it as Chris writhed beneath her, “He’s not going to last much longer, with wounds like that” Otis piped up, “We can keep him alive a little longer if you want”. Anna shook her head, “He’s not worth the effort”. She stood at the top of the table, staring down at her dad’s face, the tip of the blade at his throat, “You wanted mercy” she said, “This is me giving you mercy”. Anna plunged the knife into Chris’ throat, his cry cut off as the blade cut into his voice box. He coughed and spluttered, sending blood flying into Anna’s face and down her t-shirt.

She did it again, and again, and again, and again. Her swings becoming more and more frantic each time, until finally, Chris’ head dropped to the floor with a wet smack. There was silence for a few moments before both Otis and Baby began to clap, “Bravo” Otis laughed stepping towards Anna who stood, staring at Chris’ headless body, covered head to toe in splatters of blood, breathing heavily, “How do you feel?” Baby said grabbing Chris’ head from the floor and holding it up. Anna looked between her two friends, a small smile creeping up her face, “That, was amazing!” she cried, “It was so exhilarating”. Otis looked at her proudly, “Your finally free”. Anna looked at him, “Yeah, I’m free”, “I like Mercy” Otis said thoughtfully. Anna looked at him quizzically, “New life, new name” Otis shrugged. Anna played with the name in her head for a moment before smiling, “Mercy” she nodded and grabbed the front of Otis’s shirt, pulling him into a heated kiss. After a moment she pulled back, “I’ve always wondered what that was like” she smiled. Otis wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her close, “Shouldn’t have waited so long mama”.

[crissiebaby]

DiapOut: Chapter 8

DISCLAIMER: This series contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, hypermessing, sissification, WAM, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. If you haven’t read the first chapter and want to catch up, be sure to check out the link in the description. I hope you enjoy!

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*SLAM!*

Slapping his hand on the side of the pudding-covered slide, Rupert hooked his hand onto the lip of the small divot in its center. After a couple of attempts at running up the slide, he’d finally managed to hang on. Pulling himself up a bit, he reached inside the slide’s booty hole and quickly found the diaper pin that was hiding inside. “Sorry friend, I need this more than you do,” he joked, making a big show of yanking out his arm and gliding down the slide for the last time.

“Alright, Rupert! You got it! Now get your lazy ass over here so we can win this thing!” cheered Zeke, clapping his hands together in an attempt to hurry up his teammate.

Scrambling to stand up amongst the plethora of pudding puddles, Rupert stumbled a few times before gaining a steady footing and scurrying over to Zeke. “You better beat her,” he said, practically hyperventilating as he handed off the two diaper pins. While Rupert was by no means fat, he was definitely the chubbiest of the group. In hindsight, it probably would’ve been better to swap Cade and Rupert’s positions but there was nothing that could be done about that now.

With the items in hand, Zeke rushed to the foot of the staircase. Unlike the previous two sections, there was no partition to separate contestants, meaning as he approached the stairs, he was close enough to bump elbows with Ayaya, who was still fighting to make up one step. Clearly, this challenge was designed to force them to knock into each other, something Zeke would be happy to avoid by hopping out into first place. 

Waving her arms frantically to find balance with both feet planted on the first step, Ayaya was hating every second of this. “What freak designed this?!” she shouted, slowly raising her foot to the second slippery step. She cringed as she felt globs of creamy lotions seep between her toes anytime she planted a foot down.

“As you can see, speed and efficiency have given way to patience and stamina for this portion of the challenge,” remarked CassiRole as she watched along with the rest of the rowdy audience. Despite this being the slowest segment of the obstacle course, it was also the most intense to watch. One wrong move could send either or both contestants all the way back to the start. To call this section punishing would be an understatement.

For Ayaya, the staircase was made even harder by the fact that she wasn’t present to see the test runner demonstrate the best way to move up the stairs during the safety walk. Zeke, on the other hand, was already putting the tactics he was taught to good use. Getting low and widening his stance, he placed the bobby pins in his mouth and began his ascent.

He set his hands down three steps ahead of him and began to crabwalk up the steps, moving one limb at a time to ensure his body stayed as stable as possible.

By the time Zeke had climbed nearly a third of the stairs, Ayaya had taken notice of his strategy. Leaning forward, she went to place her hands on the steps as well. Unfortunately, this was ill-advised when not standing on the bottom-most step. She instantly slipped forward, quickly descending the two paltry steps she’d managed to climb. In a fit of frustration, she lunged as far as she could, making sure to knock her arm into one of Zeke’s legs in the process.

“WoOOOAH!” shouted Zeke as all four of his limbs slid along the lotion-coated steps before sliding off entirely, sending him back to the start with Ayaya. He wasn’t going to waste any time getting mad, though, instead pushing forward once more undeterred.

Ayaya was looking to follow his lead now that they could start at the same time. However, a familiar voice called to her from off to the side of the obstacle course and captured her attention first. “Hey! Watch yourself! Players aren’t allowed to intentionally go for each other's legs!” yelled Keelee through a bullhorn. She knew whatever she said would be edited out in post anyway, so she wasn’t afraid to speak up if she had to.

“Sorry, I slipped,” shrugged Ayaya, flashing a smirking expression Keelee’s way before returning her focus to the challenge at hand. Keelee’s interruption had already given Zeke a one-step lead and she wasn’t about to let him get away from her that easily.

Side by side, Ayaya and Zeke crawled up the staircase one step at a time with Ayaya now copying Zeke’s movement as closely as she could. In total, there were only twelve steps to climb up, so it wasn’t long before they had maneuvered themselves halfway up after getting the hang of things. However, adding difficulty to the challenge was that the staircase narrowed as you moved upward, pushing Ayaya and Zeke closer together.

“Ugh! Watch where you’re going?” yelled Ayaya as she felt Zeke’s arm brush against her thigh. While she knew it wasn’t likely he meant to, there was no reason not to use it to her advantage. Besides, Zeke bumping her on the thigh told her exactly what she wanted to hear. She was in the lead.

True enough, now that both had started at the same time, Zeke was slowly falling behind with Ayaya currently half a step ahead of him. “S-Sorry,” he muttered, trying to get as much distance between himself and Ayaya as possible. Sadly, the room to pass her was limited and the amount of time he had to do so was ticking away. 

Reaching the tenth step, Ayaya could practically taste victory with how close she was. She looked up at the cloth diaper dangling up ahead of her, seemingly close enough to grab. With her feet both planted, she leaned forward and flicked the fluffy fabric with her pointer finger.

*SLIP!*

Suddenly, one of Ayaya’s feet slid back just far enough to slip off of the edge of the step. Panicked, she instantly tried to grab onto the step by her hands, but the lotion made it nearly impossible to get a hold of. Thankfully, in her valiant efforts, she managed to stop herself from falling after dropping back only a step and a half, causing a myriad of gasps and cheers to erupt from the audience.

“Ayaya hangs on for dear life! It’s neck and neck folks….or should I say, diaper to diaper!” said Cassi, her pun getting a mix of chuckles and groans. While she’d have preferred hardcore laughter more, she couldn’t help but giggle at their reactions, “Oh shush, my diapee puns are amazing.”

Due to Ayaya's misstep, Zeke reclaimed the lead after some masterful dodging on his part. He quickly approached the same height that Ayaya was and surpassed it, learning from her mistake to wait for the right opportunity to snag the cloth diaper. Now only one step away from the end, Zeke got as stable as he could and began stretching himself straight upward, extending his arm slowly in an effort to grab the cloth diaper without tumbling down to the starting line. 

Wrapping his fingers around the edge of the diaper, Zeke cracked a smile as he was practically beaming with confidence. Other than Ayaya’s attack that sent him back to the start, he hadn’t fallen once and now he was only one step from clearing this stage and handing off the duty of winning to Kyoko.

Unfortunately, Zeke wasn’t the only one aware of how close he was to the finish. Picking up the pace a little, Ayaya was determined to overtake Zeke just before the end and give Lelaya at least the smallest fraction of a lead. She placed a hand on Zeke’s back as she attempted to push over him, using his body as a means of stabilization.

This greatly unbalanced Zeke, whose feet began to slide back and forth as he held onto the cloth diaper. Lunging for a better grip, he grabbed onto the cord that was holding up the cloth diaper, pinching the metallic wire between his fingers for dear life.

Ayaya, meanwhile, was also looking for something to help her stay upright. Zeke’s erratic movements had caused her to start slipping as well to the point where half of her right foot was off the edge of the step. It was only a matter of time before….

*SLIP!!*

Once again, Ayaya’s foot made a quick plummet down to the step behind it, sending her backward at the worst possible moment. In an act of desperation, she pressed her hand to Zeke’s back as she fell, clawing her fingers around the waistband of his diaper.

“WOOOOOOAH!” shouted Zeke as the weight he was holding up suddenly doubled. Craning his neck back, he caught sight of Ayaya, who was doing the splits while clinging to his diaper, much in the same way as he clung to the wire, only much more embarrassing for him. He blushed hard at the female “OOOOHs” that came from the audience as he exposed his bare bottom for them all to see. 

Behind Zeke’s behind, Ayaya found herself in a terrible position. She immediately tried to pull herself forward, but all this ended up doing was separating her feet more, lowering her into a deep split. “Just climb, dude!” she screamed, hoping that Zeke’s forward progress would pull her up with him.

“I-I can’t! Lemme go!” responded Zeke as he wiggled his butt back and forth in an attempt to dislodge her. As much as he would love to fulfill Ayaya’s wishes, neither of them were going anywhere with her weighing him down like an anchor. Feeling his fingers begging to slip from the wire, he knew what he needed to do, but he wasn’t sure if he lacked the shame to do it. Nervously, he placed his free hand on the front of his diaper and prepared himself to shrug off any pride he had left. In one fluid motion, he pulled forward, ripping the tapes off of his diaper.

In an instant, Ayaya flew backward with Zeke’s diaper in hand. Landing flat on her stomach, she slid down the entire staircase all the way to the bottom. Frustrated and exhausted beyond belief, she let out a chilling scream, her sore loser side rearing its ugly head.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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[lovecanyon]

WATERCOLOR EYES

dealer!harry x jacobs!reader

part two of lexi’s play

(MASTERLIST) (EUPHORIA MASTERLIST)

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The last of I Need A Hero plays as Y/N, Maddy and Kat walk in. They both begin to laugh at the antics on stage. Football players were dancing on the stage together also acting gay.

"Yes Ethan!" Y/N shouts as Maddy claps.

Everyone in the audience was enjoying the scene in front of them except Nate. He was getting stared at by fellow students who knew this specific scene was about him.

"Lexi, you're a fucking G!" Maddy yells as the boys on stage continue to thrust each other.

Multiple cheers and claps made Nate swiftly stand up and leave the auditorium as many people had their eyes on him. Quickly Cassie chases after him to see if he's okay.

Y/N and Rue both make eye contact after both seeing the two leave.

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The Jacobs girl was texting Harry when she gets nudged by Maddy. She looks up to see Cassie walking down the isle. The blonde looked like she was going to go on a rampage.

People begin to stare at her confused especially Maddy and Y/N who had their mouths open. Cassie begins to smile as she passes by the two girls who stared at her.

Soon she makes her way on stage and cuts the three girls off by clapping slowly.

"Lexi you really outdid yourself." Cassie laughs. "I mean...where did she find these knock offs." She points to the characters that were supposed to be her, Maddy and Y/N one night at the carnival.

The audience lets out a bunch of oohs which corresponded.

"I had no idea that my sister had this in her. Good job, right? Isn't she brave? She's up here, unpacking all of her trauma. I had no idea how hard your life was Lexi. Can we give a round of applause for hard Lexi's life is?" Cassie begins to clap making a few people in the audience clap along with her.

Y/N rolls back her shoulders to stop herself from going up there and beating her ass. Cassie needed help, a reality check.

"Come on guys. I know they hack the heads off of the women in Afghanistan or wherever." The blonde says as Kat and Y/N look at each other confused. "God. It is nothing compared to living in my shadow."

"Yo, is this like a part of the play?" A guy from the audience asks which makes people start to laugh.

"I don't know. Lexi. Is this part of the play? Lexi?" Cassie questions looking for her younger sister. "This is your show. Come out! You're the big star of the day!" She smiles as she drags Lexi out from backstage.

"Please Cassie stop it."

"You're the star of the night. She's always wanted to be the star. This is your big moment. Shine!" Cassie announces stepping away from Lexi who looked on the verge of tears.

"Please, stop. Please, stop. Please, stop." Lexi begs.

"I should stop? Me? I'm not the one putting on a play to humiliate and embarrass you!" Cassie yells in Lexi's face.

"I didn't do that—"

"Oh really! Then what is this!"

It was silent for a moment until Suze's voice was heard.

"Hi, everyone. I'm Suze. I'm the girls mom in real life." Suze introduces herself as the spotlight goes on her. "Um, played by Ethan! Where is he? Ethan?" She calls for the boy making him quickly come out from backstage. The audience begins to cheer as they both hug.

"Thank you. Thank you guys. I appreciate it." Ethan nods as the audience continues to clap.

"He's gonna win an award." Suze laughs before turning around to grab Cassie. "Honey let's go home."

"I deserve this right?" Cassie asks Lexi as she pulls away from their mother.

"Oh my god, please mom, mom."

"I deserve this?"

"Stop!"

"Mom, stop!" Cassie yells at her mother who was trying to stop her from walking over to Lexi.

"Shh, you stop it." Suze snaps.

"Lexi I'm going to fucking kill you. I deserve this right? Because I've actually lived a life?" Cassie spats making Lexi frown.

"Mom?" Lexi calls for their mom.

"I'm the one who takes risks. I'm the one who falls in love. I'm the one that gets hurt, not you, Lexi!" Cassie screamed which makes Suze walk over to Lexi, guarding her. "You never even fucking lived! That's why you're able to stand up here and judge all of us! You're just a fucking bystander."

"Alright, alright." Suze warns grabbing Cassie who quickly slapped her hand away.

"Mom stop!"

Soon the audience begins to boo Cassie who lets out a chuckle.

"Oh, okay. Well if that makes me the villain, then so fucking be it." Cassie scoffs. "I can play the fucking villain." She nods her head.

Y/N shakes her head and continues to glare at the blonde making an embarrassment out of herself.

"Lexi, is this the part of the play where I steal Jake from Marta?" Cassie questions making Lexi shake her head.

"No Cassie that's not in the play." Lexi reveals.

"It is now!" Maddy shouts from the audience.

"Who said that?"

"Look I wanna say, I get it. I understand what you're going through. I lived it." The girl playing Hallie tells Cassie who rolls her eyes.

"Oh god. I do not wanna hear from you." The blonde holds her hand up not wanting to talk to her.

"Wait, Hallie steals Marta's boyfriend?" A girl from the audience speaks up trying to connect the dots that were in the play. Soon all the truth was going to come out.

"I don't know how many times I have to say this. They were not fucking together!" Cassie curses waving her hands.

"Yea, not only that but she was fucking him the entire time Marta was talking about getting back together with him!" Maddy yells next to Y/N who was prepared to run on stage at any moment.

"No...Why?"

"Because Hallie is a two faced cunt." Maddy says making the crowd exclaim.

"I'm not a cunt! You're the cunt!" Cassie shouts back to Maddy.

"She's not the fucking cunt! You're the cunt bitch!" Y/N yells as Cassie takes a step back seemingly getting scared. Everyone in the auditorium just stared open mouthed at the Jacobs girl.

"I am not a fucking cunt!" Cassie screeches as her mother grabs her.

"Language missy!" Suze shouts at Y/N.

Cassie's mom tries to drag her away but the blonde kept pulling away, wanting to embarrass herself even more.

"Mom this isn't fair!" Cassie whines to her mother as she begins to sob.

"It's not her fault. She's a writer. She's a writer." Suze tells her daughter who was having a breakdown on stage.

"This isn't fair mom! How can she do this—"

"$3.25 for a grapefruit? What is this, Venezuela?" Kat's character comes out from backstage making the audience burst out laughing. Swiftly Lexi hurries backstage making Cassie follow after her.

"Lexi, Lexi. I'm going to fucking kill you!" Cassie screeches.

"Okay enough!"

Suddenly music starts to play along with a girls moaning.

"Oh my god, yes! Oh, that's it! Oh my god I just love fucking everything!" Hallie moans while she rides a carousel.

"No! I'm going to fucking kill you!" Cassie screams as she runs to Hallie on the horse. "Get the fuck off the horse!"

"Ow!"

Cassie drags the girl off the horse and begins to tackle her.

"Fucking bitch!" Y/N curses as she swiftly stands up from her seat running down the isle. Maddy smirks quickly chasing after her making Kat and BB do the same thing.

"No. No. No. Y/N!"

“Y/N beat her ass!”

Y/N immediately throws her heels off before chasing Cassie who was running away from her. In a flash she grabs the blondes arm pulling her back giving her a hard smack to the face.

"You fucking bitch! Fuck you!" Y/N shouts at Cassie who somehow escaped her harsh grip.

-

"Y/N get her!" Maddy shouts chasing after the Jacobs girl who was trying to get Cassie.

"Y/N! No, no, no, no! Y/N!" Kat screams as Cassie gets shoved to the brick wall by Y/N. Cassie begins to slow down which makes Maddy speed up.

"Beat her fucking ass guys! She fucking deserves that shit!" BB yells halting to a stop to inhale her vape.

-

When Harry walks in his house he was immediately met by Fez waiting by the door looking scared.

"What happened?" Harry asks Fez who just stays silent and guides him to the living room.

One of Laurie's workers was dead...on their couch.

In a hurry Harry darts to the bathroom and falls to his knees throwing up in the toilet. His heart begins racing because he knew this was bad, really bad.

As Harry stands up Ashtray comes in the bathroom and dumps a bunch of ammo and guns in the bathtub.

"W-What are you going to do—"

"Harry get out! Now!" Ashtray shouts at Harry. When he dosen't move he points the shotgun at him. "Please leave."

"Okay I'm going Ash." Harry says as he holds his shaky hands up. Swiftly after he exits the bathroom Ashtray closes the door making Harry begin to cry. "Ash! Come on let's talk about this!"

Fez hurriedly comes up behind Harry and starts to bang on the door begging Ashtray to come out. Suddenly a loud bang was hard along with gas hissing.

The SWAT team was here.

"Ash!" Harry yells kicking the door trying to get his little brother to open the door.

"Open the door!" Fez bangs on the door.

"Don't move! Drop the knife now!"

Harry and Fez both put their hands up as they beg not to shoot. They were scared for the first times in their lives.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! There's a kid in there!" Harry shouts turning his head to see the SWAT team surrounding them.

"Please Ash, come out!" Fez rasps but a smoke bomb going off makes Ashtray start shooting. Suddenly Harry falls to the floor because of a sharp pain going though his stomach.

The SWAT team from every corner begin to shoot at the bathroom. Harry whimpers as Fez continues shouting.

The gunfire begins to slowly stop making Harry look up to see the bathroom door full of bullet holes. His heart dropped when he nor Fez got a response from their brother.

"Ash! Answer me!"

A swat member making his way to the bathroom shushes Harry. Soon the bathroom door opens showing Ashtray laid on the floor.

"He's down!"

Suddenly Ash sits up and fires his gun to the man in front of him making Harry wince. Once the SWAT member falls to the ground a red laser trails it's way onto Ashtray's forehead.

Harry closes his eyes and turns his head knowing what's coming next. He begins to sob uncontrollably when he hears a body thud.

-

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[acaiasahi]

✶ their partner's a volleyball player ; treasure reaction.

synopsis. treasure's reaction to their partner / significant other who plays volleyball and is on a team.

info. fluff, treasure x gn!reader.

warnings. teeth-rotting, foot kicking, writing in your diary, twirling your hair fluff, grammatical errors, lowercase and smaller text intended. not proofread, profanity!

✶ choi hyunsuk.

[ . . . three words: your biggest cheerleader. like pom poms and ALL! he's so proud of you and has the hugest smile. crinkled eyes-smile lines-all teeth on display-type of smile. doesn't know shit about volleyball but one day he's just like "teach me pls" and you do. surprisingly good at it??? he likes to watch you practice :3 when you have matches, he's quick to bring all the boys along and cheer you and your team. yk how he dresses with lots of accessories? he has a pin of your jersey number on whatever he wears to your games. has it on his beret, or his bag tbh he always has it pinned somewhere wherever he goes :'( tries to make it to every game, always the loudest one. "go y/n! go y/n! go y/n!" "block... y/N blOck!!! BLOCKKKK!!!!" always have to to shush him but he quite literally could care less bc he loves you so much... why wouldn't he cheer the loudest? <3

✶ park jihoon.

[ . . . has somewhat of a clue on what's going on. knows a decent amount of lingo and is super willing to play with you. doesn't go easy on you and is highly competitive 😭 my man never lets you win a game WILLINGLY LMFAOOOO somehow you always beat his ass and he always says shit like "bro. i let you win c'mon now!!! let's go again ಠ╭╮ಠ" sorest loser of all losers bro. down bad for you though, has never missed a match and is always seen front row seats. he'll never let you know but he shows up hella early to always get good seats. screams like an absolute idiot but yk... he's your idiot!!! oh and if he does ever win when you play together... sucka will be sooo cocky about it saying something like "i'm wayyy better than you 😹😹" dawg you literally had to serve 5 times in a row because you kept missing the ball 😭😭

✶ kanemoto yoshinori.

[ . . . screams in extra tiny!!! words aren't enough words to show you how cool he thinks you are. he's somewhat sporty (?) i guess you could say but watching you play and seeing your passion for it has him hittin the dougie straight up bro 😭 he also likes to tag along when you have practice. "y/n... where are you going? :'(" "heading to practice yoshi, wanna come along?" "yEAH!!!!" he likes to clap his hands rather than scream bc he's a little too embarrassed but if you win... bro... he is screaming from the rooftops about it and how much he loves you. brings j-line along and they all scream in tiny together. saw you blocking and was like??? HUH??? and he gets super nervous about your hands and if they hurt. sometimes he'll wrap tape around your fingers to prevent them from getting more injured awww!!! one day you were running a little late bc you couldn't find your knee pads and he... literally... offered... his... to... use... even... though... he... had... practice... the same... day.... </3 how cute aieoqldkoenrfkfopeeo

✶ kim junkyu.

[ . . . as no clue what's going on but he's glad to be there pt. 2 my man has no idea what even volleyball is. okay... he knows obvi you're hitting a ball back and forth... right??? no, kyu, no. sometimes has to wake up early for your matches and is basically a zombie during your whole match but you always make it up to him by buying him food even though you don't need to bc he'll go to every match but hey... it's free food!! doesn't know what do with his hands when he gets excited. he'll clap, clasp them together, wave them in the air, or shake his hands in excitement while watching you play. one day, he watched you spike for the very first time and he was literally like ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ what? so confused but was so fascinated. actually asked you to recreate it but he wanted to try and block it. he failed but did you let him win after that and he was boasting about it? yeah. and did he say that he was a better player than you? yeah. but it's junkyu... he can say wtv he wants because you love him so slay speak your truth!!!

✶ takata mashiho.

[ . . . almost always yelling "go y/n! go y/n! go y/n!", he might as well be wearing pigtails and shaking pom poms T^T though mashi is on the quiet side, whenever he's at your matches, best believe he'll always be yelling. i mean... how could he not for his baby??? tell me why he's the type to be fitted tf down??? everyone's so intimated by him bc why is this man wearing a whole gucci jacket to a... volleyball... game...? always, and i mean, ALWAYS takes you out after for ice cream. no matter if it's morning, midday, or night, it's a necessity after your games. doesn't go to your practices as much but will tag along if either party asks <3 runs up to you, hugs you hella tight, and spins you around like in a romcom movie <3

✶ yoon jaehyuk.

[ . . . smiley. literally smiling the entire time. likes to wear your team's colors either subtly or full on colorblock 😭 loves when you score, you'll point, wink or blow kisses at one another. always nags at you to stretch so you don't get hurt and when you do he's so quick to be by your side and once you heal up, starts the process of nagging all over again. always brings extra water, snacks and finger tape... mans has a whole kit named "y/n's volleyball kit! <3" and brings it to every. single. game. if he sees something outta pocket like the opposing team cheating, he'll always point it out to you whenever you can. why do i feel like y'all have telepathic skills?? jae says some shit in his head like "y/n... player 34 is acting sus" n you be thinking THE EXACT SAME THING 😭

✶ hamada asahi.

[ . . . keeps quiet but is always watching. whenever you score, he always has a "wow my baby is so talented" smile on his face. if you need a more specific visual, it's the absolute dopiest, all teeth on display, sickly sweet laugh!!! i'm actually losing my mind rn thinking abt it he def only has eyes on you instead of the game. sometimes he'll watch you but it's like you're magnetic... his eyes are just drawn to you <3 the type to see the opposing team do something out of pocket and just boo them, thumb facing down and all 😭 doesn't exactly verbalize that he's proud but you can tell by his actions. after your games, he'll cling onto you more, dare i say it... hold your hand if you win!!! cutest baby ever <3

✶ bang yedam.

[ . . . i need to say it... i can't keep it in,,, park jihoon 2.0!!! you score and he's like "ehhhhhh" smirk and all BRO!!! can't help but clap loudly and say "wAHHHHH!!!!!" is so down bad that he's always like "how do i even breath the same air as you..." he's so... in love with you in all aspects but he truly loves watching you play. so starstruck, can't help but watch you with a dropped jaw with sparkles in his eyes <3 wants to learn how to play and when you're game, he's literally on it. bc duh... he's THE BANG YEDAM!!! you're definitely surprised when he spikes and you're left looking like (* ^ ω ^) so proud of him n you hit him with the "that's my bf (´ ∀ ` *)" cue yedam blushing and waving you off.

✶ kim doyoung.

[ . . . you both made a deal to go to each other's practice when you have the time. sometimes your prac schedule overlaps and of doyoung knows that his practice isn't THAT important, he'll skip just to watch you play. when your practice does end, he'll ask your coach if you two can stay behind in the gym to play with one another and the answer's always yes does doyoung use his bunny eyes? yes. and it works every time. not as good as you but is definitely decent enough for you to play an actual game. "yeah... i've watched haikyuu... aren't you a setter?" "no doyoung... i'm literally a middle blocker..." "oh (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)" isn't sure what positions are which but like i said... he's just happy to be there! brings his hyungs along to watch you and they always tease him for how in loveeeee he is with you. "y/n and doyoung sitting in a tre-" "sHUT UP JEONGWOO"

✶ watanabe haruto.

[ . . . literally had to drag him to your game because he's THAT lazy. once he sees how absolutely amazing you are and how you absolutely demolish the court, best believe he'll come along. "hey babe, when's your next game?" "uh... the season's done..." "WHAT??????!!!!!!!" kisses def calm in down. one time, he painted his your nails with your team's colors and behind your back, did his nails to match <3 when you win... dolphin screech for the win man!!! permanently set as ٩(๑`^´๑)۶ when he runs over to you and jumps and down while linking your hands <3

✶ park jeongwoo.

[ . . . comes along willingly, sometimes misses your games bc yk my boi... he's never missed a day of practice in his entire life 😭 for some reason always bring up the fact that he's played basketball. "i literally play volleyball woo... ｢(ﾟﾍﾟ)" "nO IK I JUST WANTED TO LYK HAHA (^～^;)ゞ" LIKE BRO WHAT??? pretty lowkey and isn't as hype as the other boys but will always celebrate when you win and makes it a rule to cheer you up if you do lose. he hates seeing you upset about it. def the type to trash talk about the other team. "they literally had the ugliest colors on anyways babe... don't waste your tears on them!!" makes you crack up frfr

✶ so junghwan.

[ . . . little too embarrassed to admit that he loves watching you play but somehow he's always at your games. i don't think he's ever missed a game and you ask him about but he always hits you with the "don't worry bout it sweetheart <(￣︶￣)>" def uses his puppy dog eyes and juts his lip out at hyunsuk asking if he can skip practice and ofc he says yes and it's totally not bc of his soft spot for the tall baby or anything.. hahah.... one time you dove for the ball and he literally screamed because that was the first time he's seen you do that and he thought you fainted and died for a second. everyone looks at him and he gets embarrassed and shuts up for the rest of the game... you on the other hand... literally could not stop laughing 😭 asks why he screamed and he's literally so dramatic about it "i thought you died :'(" you have to hug him to make him feel better T^T

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[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. sorry for being inactive, i've had bad writer's block and since it's getting hotter here, everyone wants to come into my store n shit like bruh 😭😭 give a mf some room to breath!!!! can't even eat my dayum sandwich suckaaaa!!!!

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[wri0thesley]

Nat. NAT. I just saw your concept about naoya "training" his wife by just throwing her in the room and just watching her struggle to defend herself... Until she ofc breaks and begs him to protect her🙈 you have a MASSIVE brain, the biggest and horniest brain nat can you please write this concept for the event😭😭 maybe w 45 and any other dark or spicy add ons that you see fit!

traditional discipline - naoya x fem!reader (3.3k)

naoya has had enough of you, and resorts to an unusual method of discipline.

warnings: not sfw/minors dni. DARK CONTENT. unhealthy relationship/marriage. fearplay, dacryphilia, finger-sucking, cock-sucking, punishment, threat of violence and death. dubious consent. afab reader with fem pronouns. 

[a/n: this concept literally wouldn’t leave me alone. i’m sorry to all of the readers who are naoya’s wife i’m always so horrible to them]

The room goes quiet as Naoya hauls you out of it by your upper arm.

It’s an easy mistake, a simple slip-up; accidentally talking over your husband. But it’s one in a slew you’ve been making recently, despite Naoya thinking that you were polite and well-bred and knew your place. He’s sick of it, to be quite frank; he doesn’t have time to be correcting you when you should already know how to behave.

You’ve done accidental, small things since the two of you were married. Denying him when he rolled you onto your back at night. Not standing quite as far behind him as you should. Pouring tea for other people before him. He’s given you swift reprimand with both his words and his hands, but . . . it’s clearly not sinking into your pretty little head, is it?

He warned you about this.

“Next time,” he’d growled to you, when you’d laughed too loud at a joke that one of his brothers had made and not laughed at one of his, “I’m going to teach you a real lesson.”

He tells you about the ‘training and discipline room’ on the Zenin estate later that night. A room that the family use for honing cursed techniques, both for practising and for learning purposes, when someone needs to be brought down a peg or two. It’s full of cursed spirits – all the way up to grade two, which makes your blood run cold.

Of course, you have cursed energy. You even have a careful little technique; one that would wrap your enemies up in vines, if you’d ever been allowed to train to use it for anything other than keeping your well-appointed garden neat and orderly. Naoya would not have married someone without either of those things, lest they not bear him fruitful children--

But you have never been allowed to use it for anything more.

The women of your clan are pretty decoration, with no need to learn anything other than how to behave and how to please their masters-and-husbands. You would be useless, thrown into the den of the wolves like that.

“Please don’t,” you’d said to him, your voice all soft and gentle, trying to be appeasing. “Please. I promise I’ll try harder.”

Naoya had taken your chin between thumb and forefinger, the grin across his face very sharp as his light eyes took in the pleading in your own gaze. You remember how the light had hit his earrings, the look of satisfaction at your begging and having you utterly and completely under his thumb.

“Be good,” he’d breathed, all slow and drawling. “And I won’t have to, will I?”

And he’d bid you to get on your knees for him and show you just how good you could be. Starting with your mouth.

So you know where he’s dragging you, down the labyrinthine halls of the estate. You try and pull back, feet sliding on the tatami mat, your voice pitching as you say;

“Naoya, please, I’m sorry--”

“Women should be seen and not heard,” he says to you. “Don’t make a fuss like that. You earned this.”

Your eyes are filling with tears, hot fear clawing its way up your throat.

“I’ll do anything,” you say to him, despite knowing that it’s a dangerous bargain to give him. He almost considers it for a moment, pausing – but then, his fingers just dig harder into the softness of your bicep (you’re going to bruise), and he tugs you.

“You’re making a scene,” he says. “If you don’t stop, I’ll leave you in there even longer.” You try to wrench your arm out of his grip, all of your self-defense mechanisms going into overdrive as you recognise the door he’s leading to you too. You’re breathless, so frightened you think that your heart might stop.

Naoya opens the door and pulls you in. You almost stumble at the flight of stairs, but he clicks his tongue at you in annoyance.

“So clumsy,” he drawls. “And here I was, under the impression I was marrying a graceful, lovely, credit to her family--” More steps, until he’s gotten you in the middle of the floor. He gazes around him, and you hear the low hum of a hundred cursed spirit’s voices murmuring the same things, over and over again. “The only time you’re a credit to them is with your legs spread.”

“Naoya,” you whimper, torn between pushing yourself into him for the comfort and protection that you know he can offer, or trying to tear away from him and escape the room yourself. You know the second option won’t work – he’s far faster, far stronger than you – but it’s hard to think of anything when you feel like your very survival is teetering impossibly over your head.

“If you run,” he says, still in that cold, uninterested drawl, “I’ll break one of your ankles.”

You don’t think he’s bluffing. Naoya says a lot of things, yes – but he’s also reckless and proud enough to mean them. You stand there, next to him, feeling yourself begin to tremble.

“W-why aren’t they attacking yet?” You ask him, voice very small. He looks at you pityingly.

“They’re afraid of me, obviously,” he says to you, very slowly, like he’s explaining it to somebody very stupid. “I didn’t get this good at everything by not training myself, darling.” He lets go of you, finally, a whistle escaping his pursed mouth as he rocks on the balls of his feet. He’s supremely unconcerned by your fear. “When I’m gone, they’ll come out for you.”

Your eyes fill with tears.

“What am I supposed to do?” You ask him, desperation leaking into your cracked voice. “I can’t—I can’t protect myself--”

Naoya narrows his eyes.

“You should have thought about that before you were such a pain,” he replies. And, without further ado, he turns around and begins to ascend the stairs again. You turn with him, moving forward, stumbling in your haste and ending up sprawled at the bottom of the stairs with your hand pathetically fisted into the hem of his hakama.

He looks down at you with a disgusted sneer on his face, and you hate that even with that expression his features are still unmistakably handsome.

“Let go,” he says. “Have some dignity.”

“Please,” you repeat. You can feel a fat tear spilling from the corner of your eye down the curve of your cheeks. You know the ‘dignity’ statement is a dig; the fact that you’ve heard his family members calling your clan power-hungry undignified gold-digging whores, but you can’t bring yourself to care when you can see the beginning of shadows spilling out too far into the main floor of the room. “Naoya. Please.”

He kicks out at your wrist, face twisted in distaste, and you let go to avoid it being stood on and crushed under his strength. You cradle it against your chest, looking up at him still all desperate and afraid.

“If I helped,” he said to you, “you’d never learn your lesson.” He takes a step up and turns away completely from you, as if you’re nothing more than an ignored child on the street. “It will be good for you, beloved wife. Character-building.” You hear the smirk in his voice and you hate him.

You want to strangle him. You want to beg him to protect you. You want to tear him limb from limb, but you want him to let you bury your head in his chest as he dispels the spirits with ease. You want--

The door slams shut behind him. He’s too cheerful as he throws behind him;

“Good luck!”

And you are left alone.

It takes a moment before anything slithers out from the shadows, and you clap your hand over your mouth to stop yourself screaming. The first cursed spirit is a hunched over creature with the face of a Pierrot clown, mouth stretched impossibly wide with gaping black abyss where eyes ought to be. It’s whispering something over and over to itself, but the wide mouth is so crowded with teeth that it comes out as an incomprehensible noise, dripping drool as it begins to move horrifically slowly towards you.

Oh, God. You’re not supposed to look at them, are you? You dimly recall something about many sorcerers wearing glasses so the creatures can’t tell where their gazes are, but this one has already got the scent of you; those dark pits staring at your crumpled form.

Everything you’ve ever been told in passing about jujutsu and cursed spirits and cursed technique just seems to flow out of your mind to be replaced by mind-numbing fear. You’ve not been trained for this; when your clan had arranged your marriage with Naoya, you know that they’d expected fine silken kimonos and traditional food and you being a pretty trophy on the arm of the future leader of their clan. You know they’d be horrified if they saw what was happening.

More of them are melting from the shadows, the whispering and moaning reaching a terrifying crescendo. You’re trembling. Your heart is beating so fast inside of your chest you think it might break free of your ribcage and sputter out onto the floor.

The Pierrot monster is close enough that you can see the six hands it drags on the floor are all tipped with claws that are sharp as blades. You scramble up the stairs on your ass, too afraid to turn your back on the creatures. You realise you’re shouting, but it seems just as blurred as anything that the cursed spirits are saying. You’re crying, too – howling, whimpering, so scared you’re surprised any noise is able to come out at all.

You’re going to die.

It hits you with cruel certainty as you reach the top and throw your weight at the door, only for it to not give an inch. You scramble at the heavy wood, not caring about your careful manicure (Naoya wants you to be a credit to him, and that means manicures and facial treatments and a fancy bathroom full of soaps and creams that he expects you to use and that he slathers, too, on himself). You hear a nail break but you can’t bring yourself to worry about that when the Pierrot monster is dragging itself up the flight of stairs, one step at a time. It makes a hideous sliding thump, like it’s both wet and heavy – and you notice, too, the scent of blood invading your senses.

Your tear-blurred eyes can see all of the other monsters, too – not quite as close, but still too close for comfort. Too many eyes and not enough eyes, too many legs, claws and teeth and misshapen bones and blood leaking from holes. What are you supposed to do?

Naoya has left you here, alone, to teach you a lesson. You hadn’t realised the lesson would culminate in your death, but with all of the spirits so close to you, you cannot see any other way.

All of the fight goes out of you and you sag against the door, a broken sob escaping your lips. Your throat is dry from hoarse screaming.

You are going to die. You hope it will come quick; you hope the Pierrot monster will tear you limb from limb and you’ll die in instants from the shock. Your voice whispers Naoya’s name one last, hopeless time.

Will he find another wife? Will they even bother covering up your death, or will they spin some rumour or lie to your family and the whole of jujutsu society that you brought it upon yourself?

You would do anything to be rescued right now. You would crawl on your hands and knees behind Naoya for the rest of your life, refer to him only as ‘Master’, fulfil every single thing he ever asked you with no more than a meek nod of your head. Pull out your tongue so you couldn’t make any more mistakes.

But the time for pleading seems to have gone entirely, and you are useless and stupid and weak as you run out of tears, eyes burning. All you can do, you think, is wait for death.

The door swings open behind you and you’re dragged backwards, onto tatami, by powerful hands gripping your shoulders as it closes once more with a massive clunk that echoes in your ears--

And you find yourself strewn out on the floor, face caked with dried tear-tracks, a trembling, pathetic mess looking up at your husband’s face.

He leans against the door, listening to you scream. He can hear his name mixed in with sobs and screams and pleading; saying that you’ll do anything, you’re sorry, you’ll never disobey him again you’ll take any punishment he metes out with a smile on your face, if he just helps you. He hears you call yourself weak and pathetic and useless around the tears clogging your throat; he hears the thump of you hitting the door and the sound of your nails scratching down the wood, uncaring of anything other than getting away from them.

Yes, he thinks as he opens the door for you and you fall, shivering and sobbing, in front of him. Yes, he thinks you’ve learnt your lesson.

You’re so pretty, he thinks, closing it once more (he sees the cursed spirits begin to creep back to where they came from at the very sight of him, now their preferred victim is protected), with your eyes all glassy and wet. You’re extra pretty looking at him like he’s a conquering hero who’s saved you from certain death – which he supposes he is.

You cling to his arm, pulling yourself up, burying your face in his chest as your hands cling to him like you’ve been lost and he’s the first familiar thing you’ve seen in months. Your tears soak his kimono, but . . . he finds himself not really minding, as big, lean hands pet you gently on the back.

“It’s alright now,” he soothes you, murmuring low. “Your husband has you.”

“Please, please, ‘m so sorry--” You’re mumbling into him, whimpering, your shoulders shaking. “Please never m-make me, again--”

“Shhh,” he continues, gently beginning to move towards his chambers. You cling to him, adrift in a sea of your own fears. “It’s better now. You’ll be better now, won’t you?”

He receives a fierce nod for that, your fingers twisting into his clothing. It’s nice, having you so wrapped around him; seeing him as the strong protector that he knows he is but you needed reminding of. You’re still mewling little pleas into him even as he unlocks the door to his bedroom and gently pushes you in. Letting go of him even for a moment seems to cause you physical pain--

Good. You should feel like that. You should feel incomplete without him at your side. Naoya rewards you with a rare, soft smile.

“You know why you had to be punished like that, don’t you?” He purrs to you, petting your hair and carefully drawing back so he can look at your face. Your lips are all swollen from crying and biting; he thinks you’ve never looked quite so kissable as you do right now.

“Yes,” you nod, fiercely. “I’m sorry. I’ll do a-anything, I promise. I . . .” You swallow, your eyes filling with tears again. Naoya has been hard since the moment he heard you call out his name from inside the training room, your voice filled with choked tears, and watching them well up again does nothing for the stricture against the fabric. “I needed you.”

“And I saved you,” he says, arching an elegant brow – to which you nod again, and your hands drift towards him like you’re aimless without him in front of you to serve. “I’ll protect you, darling, as long as you learn your place.”

“I will!” That’s said with such conviction that he can’t help the smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I will. N-Naoya . . .” Your voice trembles a little. “’m willing to do anything for you. J-just please . . . not again.”

“Shh,” he reaches out and deigns to touch you, to gently and soothingly rub his thumb over your cheek, where the tears have dried. “If you’re really going to be so good for me, I won’t have to, will I?” You stumble forward onto your knees and Naoya’s brows shoot up in surprise as your hands tug at his hakama.

“Please let me show you how grateful I am,” you whisper, your eyes wide and bright and desperate. “Naoya, please, please, please--”

Oh, there’s something so gratifying about you like this, begging to suck his cock. It stirs between his thighs again, reminding him that he’s painfully stiff; and you are here, a willing mouth, scared out of your skull and desperate to please him. He’s smirking at you but you do not register it as such; all you see is the smile of your rescuer.

Your protector.

Your husband.

“Say what you want to do to me, darling,” he tells you, keeping his voice as sweet as he can make it. “You’re a big girl. You can use your words. What do you want to do, to show me how grateful you are that I saved your paltry life?”

You’re pouting; your mouth is sweet, pretty. He wants to pry your jaw open and fuck the back of your throat, and his body roars as your fingers tug on the hakama again and your meek, soft voice whispers;

“Please let me suck your cock.”

“You have a dirty mouth,” he coos to you, leaning forward to brush a finger over your lower lip. “Not befitting of a woman of your station. I suppose that means that it’s up to me to keep you quiet, hmm?”

You obediently open it, letting his finger gently rest on your tongue for a moment.

Desperate to please, your mouth closes about it, your tongue gently swiping over the pad, your cheeks hollowing a little as you suck on the digit inside of them. Naoya’s smiling again, the victorious grin of someone who’s gotten exactly what they wanted. He pulls his finger out and thrusts back in with two, whispering to you;

“Do you think you deserve my cock, after what you put me through today?”

You shake your head, but you don’t stop lavishing attention on the fingers in your mouth, a string of drool falling from the corner of your mouth as he presses his third finger inside of it. So warm, and wet. He needs his cock to be inside of you or he thinks he may embarrass himself.

The fingers are pulled out, wiped on the hakama fabric, before he says (the carefully adopted tone almost disinterested);

“Take them off, then. Don’t make your promises empty words. I wouldn’t appreciate such thoughtlessness in a wife.”

You’re eager, stripping off his clothes. Your mouth practically waters at the sight of his cock; elegant, flushed, hard and straining with a light upwards curve that he knows will hit you in the right place at the back of your throat to make you gag.

“Wait,” he says, as you lean in to bring him to your lips. “What do you say, darling?”

Your eyes (still brimming with tears, he notices – and fuck, he loves how you look teary-eyed and pouting. He has to make you cry more often) meet his, but the look in yours is worshipful so he doesn’t chide you for having the insolence to meet his gaze directly.

“Thank you,” you breathe. “For saving me. For letting me suck your cock. For everything.”

Naoya is smiling.

“Good girl,” he says, placidly, as you place a delicate kiss on the head of his cock and slowly envelope it in the warmth of your mouth. “Very good.”

[hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger]

Spider-Man: No Way Home Initial Thoughts

Just got back from NWH. I might do something more in depth at some point but for now my initial thoughts are this.

I have not yet considered how well this holds up as a movie unto itself or just like in terms of good writing. 

This is PURELY about how much I personally enjoyed/didn’t enjoy it.

Tl:dr: There was for sure room for improvement and missed opportunities. A lot of the problems of MCU Spider-Man persist. But... the good stuff overwhelmingly made the movie enjoyable for me. This is an instance where the fan service was SO good it drowned out all else.

Possible spoilers below the cut

Bruh... Dafoe... he fucking ROCKED this!

I was dead ass sure Doc Ock was going to take the spotlight as the villain of this film. Or at least share it with Norman. I figured, between SM2 being the most acclaimed/beloved of the pre-MCU movies and the common critiques the so called ‘Power Rangers’ Goblin suit got, Otto was perceived as a superior villain to Norman and would thus take precedence.

NOPE!

There is no ifs, buts or maybes here that Stormin’ Norman was THE villain of this movie.

And he was bad ass as FUCK bro!

I am overwhelming happy that in the MCU, Spider-Man not only got to fight his arch nemesis, but didn’t do it under some kind of technicality bullshit. 

They had a proper full on fight and it was a giddam grudge match. I mean guys you have to understand, Holland’s Spidey seriously got his as handed to him by Norman here. It was by far the most brutal fight MCU Spider-Man has ever participated in and from a certain POV it was maybe the best fight. It lacked the pomp and spectacle of the train fight in SM2, Times Square in ASM2 or even the Mysterio illusions of FFH, but fuck dude... the emotion, the tension the ferocity involved here. They knew they had to SELL this and they fucking did!

Norman was somehow more sympathetic than in SM1 and the Goblin was at least as equally evil and demonic. 

Doc Ock, had a beautiful pay off to his journey in Spider-Man 2 (so long as you presume that this movie creates divergent timelines with happy endings for the villains and doesn’t outright erase the old movies).

Electro was fixed in almost every single way from the mistake that was ASM2.

Lizard didn’t do much, but what he did do had significance.

Sandman... okay, Sandman was kind of let down by this movie if I am honest, but it was still cool to see him.

Andrew... Guys let me explain. In the UK where I live, outside of comedies or funny moments, we do not make noise in our cinemas. We just don’t. We do not clap or cheer or anything. But my theatre did when Andrew showed up and when he saved MJ!

And they cheered louder when Toby emerged!

Toby didn’t have much of an arc because, let’s be honest, he already had his arc in his trilogy. But they also neither cucked him, said he and Mj broke up nor killed him, which is what I expected. I was so happy he lived.

And bro... seeing them all together.... what a Christmas treat!

In a way this was Civil War+OMD done right, predominantly because the sacrifice led to a PROGRESSION not a REGRESSION!

P.S. Holland with more years of experience and a high tech suit gets his ass beat by Norman mano-a-mano.... I think this confirms Maguire was the most powerful Spider-Man!

[a-girl-must-have-a-new-name]

All of the times Naruto knew she danced and the one time he didn't.

A/N: I've really wanted to write some Naruto fics for a while now but just haven't found the inspiration for it. Not sure how many I'll write but I hope to make a collection of these

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The first time Naruto knew Hinata could dance it was on a mission. It was just a few months after the war. Hinata and Shikamaru were assigned as his mission partners to ensure that the diplomatic hero tour (as Kakashi had called it) would go off without a hitch. It had been a long mission, one that Naruto was slightly uncomfortable with. Sure he loved traveling and meeting friends but it felt silly to be paraded around villages like he was the only hero of the war. As though others didn’t help. As though others hadn’t died. Still, having Hinata and Shikamaru there with him made the trip worthwhile.

It was the day before one of the first grand parties to be held in Naruto’s honor. People from all over the land had gathered. All wanting to be a part of the festivities, with many young women hoping to catch the eye of the hero. Naruto felt a slight panic when the Daimyo slapped him on the back telling him how lucky he would be dancing all night.

Naruto looked pleadingly over his shoulder towards Shikamaru begging for help but the man barely shrugged before turning away. Though Naruto thought he caught the lazy bastard smiling at his misfortune. He was about to call the genius out when a gentle hand touched his shoulder.

“Naruto-kun, if you need help I can teach you some basic steps.” Hinata smiled at him encouragingly, causing warmth to spread in Naruto. Hinata was always there to save his ass. Grinning brightly to show his appreciation he grabbed her hand in his and led her away. Once they found a quiet and more importantly private area Hinata stepped closer calmly explaining what a waltz was.

“Naruto- kun in a waltz there are three steps. a forward step, a side step, then together.” Hinata demonstrated the steps to Naruto going over it a few times until he felt comfortable enough to try it himself.

“That’s correct Naruto-kun. Now after you bring your feet together you will go backward so step back with the right foot- just like that. Now bring your left foot back. Good. This time however it’s going to swing back to the side where you first started. Now bring the right foot to follow.” Hinata and Naruto stood side by side as she walked the steps with him, letting him get comfortable with the footing, gently nudging his foot to the correct step when there was confusion. Once he felt confident he had memorized the steps Hinata stepped in front of him, trying to ignore the light blush that was forming.

“Naruto-kun, I think we should practice as partners now, but only if you are comfortable.”

“I’m always comfortable with you Hinata-chan! You’re the best-ttebayo!” Hinata’s face was entirely red by now but she chose to ignore the heat. Instead, she continued on, showing him the arm positions while trying to ignore the way her heart skipped a beat when his arm came across her back.

Focusing on the warmth his other hand provided in hers. Hinata began showing him the rotations. It took quite a while to get the hang of. Especially when Naruto faltered as Hinata went to step backward when he went forward. He panicked thinking he had messed up the steps he stumbled over himself to fix it. Causing both skilled shinobi to fall. Naruto grabbed Hinata tightly around the waist, rotating them so that he landed on the ground and Hinata was cradled safely into his chest. Both stayed laying like that for perhaps a second longer than needed, Naruto once more unconsciously giving the woman a gentle squeeze before letting go quickly an embarrassed and apologetic smile on his face as he began to apologize.

“I’m so sorry Hinata-chan I didn’t mean to do that I swear! I just forgot and didn’t know if I was supposed to keep going forward or follow you!”

“No Naruto-kun it was my fault for not explaining better, you were going the right way, women have different steps to follow in the dance.”

“No! You’re great at explaining all this! really! I should have just trusted what you had told me and done that. I’m really sorry Hinata-chan but I promise I’ll get it!”

“It’s ok Naruto-kun it’s your first time, it is only natural to be nervous. I know you’ll get the hang of it. It’s our nindo, remember?” Hinata’s smile was so genuine and bright Naruto had to look away for a moment, her words lingering even after she had said them.

Our nindo.

Naruto felt a spark of energy soar through him and wondered if Kurama also felt motivated by Hinata’s words. Jumping back onto his feet Naruto stretched out his hand to Hinata. A fire burning behind his blue eyes as he clasped her hand once more. Pulling her up and even closer to him than before.

“Let’s try again-ttebayo!”

“H-hai!”

It was the evening of the party and Shikamaru and Naruto were walking around the ballroom together.

“Would you quit messing with it?” Shikamaru whispered in annoyance.

“I can’t help it, everything feels tight!” Naruto whined as he shifted the collar of his outfit. (A gift from the daimyo) and let out a string of curses. He felt like he was suffocating. Glancing over at his friend he felt envy, the Nara had on a much simpler version of his own outfit and it seemed that the man opted for his own undershirt rather than the constrictive piece of material that Naruto was currently wearing. Sighing the blonde adjusted the collar one final time before giving up and pouting.

“Hinata would feel sorry for me”

“Then go complain to her.”

“Tch- you know she said she would be arriving later.” Naruto had been excited to see Hinata. However, one of the daimyo’s servants had stopped at Naruto and Shikamaru’s room informing them that Hinata had sent a message letting them know that her own dress hadn’t arrived and that she would be a few minutes later than the boys.

That was an hour ago and Hinata still hadn’t shown up. Naruto was itching to go and find her, worried something had happened. Though also just wanting an excuse to escape from the boredom that was the party. However, before he got the chance the Daimyo entered the grand room from a balcony up above.

“Thank you all for gathering tonight to celebrate the end of the war and the prosperity we shall gain from it!" The daimyo smiled down at the cheering crowd, puffing his chest out like he was the reason such prosperity would come about. Still, Naruto was smart enough to keep from rolling his eyes. clapping in approval of the words.

"So tonight I ask that everyone enjoy the entertainment and food. Let the dancing begin!" It was like the Daimyo had opened the flood gates suddenly it seemed that every woman in the room had turned their attention onto Naruto. Many already trying to form a line to get to him.

S-Shikamaru I can’t dance with all of these girls, that's impossible!”

“Naruto you’ll be fine, you’ve worked hard.” A different softer voice spoke out, causing Naruto to jump. Spinning around wildly, he spotted Hinata who had quietly taken her place beside Shikamaru.

“Hinata -chan!”

“I apologize for being late, it took longer than anticipated to get ready.” an embarrassed blush adorned her face as she bowed towards her two friends for her tardiness. Shikamaru waved it off while Naruto looked appalled.

“Don’t apologize Hinata! It’s not your fault the daimyo is using us for advertisement!” It was true, these outfits were a blatant excuse to get the textiles out into the public eye, and what better way to show off your country's goods than to have them paraded around on the most popular attraction. Though as Naruto eyed Hinata’s dress he couldn’t help the irritating though that the Daimyo had requested this specific dress on Hinata for a more lewd reason. Though the dress was far from indecent, the low scooping back and the form-fitted top were far more revealing than anything Naruto had ever seen on his friend.

Old daimyo is just another perv. he thought darkly but he still couldn’t help the thought that she looked really pretty. Naruto was just about to tell her this when a woman stepped forward grabbing Naruto’s arm tightly.

“Naruto-senpai please dance with me!” the young girl Naruto realized was one of the shinobi who had met their squad at the gates of the capital.

“I-”

“Just get on with it. The sooner you do it, the sooner we can leave.” Shikamaru whispered as he shoved Naruto towards the dance floor. Naruto stumbled but caught himself. He turned his head back planning to give Shikamaru a dirty look but stopped when he saw Hinata. Though she was still smiling there was a sad look in her eyes. Belatedly Naruto realized he probably should have asked Hinata for the first dance. After all, she had helped him so much. As he was dragged to the dance floor and could feel his dance partner feeling up his muscles, he couldn’t help but wish it was Hinata in his arms instead.

It had been a few hours and Naruto felt like his feet were going to fall off. He had lost track of how many partners he’d had. It was all the same. Every monotonous move yet it seemed his partners couldn’t get enough, some even fighting for more dances.

Naruto sighed as he spun his latest partner away, waiting for a new one to take her place. Straining his neck he caught sight of Shikamaru’s hair. Since the dancing had begun he’d tried to catch a glimpse of that beacon of spiky hair around the perimeters of the ballroom. It worked every so often but he was disappointed in not spotting long deep blue hair.

He had prayed at some point that Hinata might cut in. Hoping for a reprieve from all these women who only seemed to care that they were seen on his arm. It would have been nice to dance with a friend, someone he could actually talk to. yet it never happened. Still, he needed a break. Stepping back away before the next girl could come up he gave an apologetic grin scratching the back of his head as he did so.

“I’m sorry, but I just spotted someone I need to talk to, please excuse me.”

The girl pouted murmuring that she'd only gotten to dance with Naruto three times but Naruto had already turned away making his way towards his friend.

“Are you ready to call it a night yet?” the Nara asked from his slumped position in his chair. He had acquired the table an hour ago and had been napping ever since. Naruto nodded slumping into a chair of his own. Wincing as his feet screamed in protest over the night's abuse. Though he’d done exceptionally well he had no doubt abused his poor feet. For all the teaching and practice Hinata had gone through with him he still ended up tripping a time or two. though the biggest abuse was in the form of some of his dance partners accidentally stepping on them in their heeled dress shoes. Yes, Naruto was ready to call it a night if it meant soaking his poor feet.

“Then go grab Hinata-chan so we can get out of here,” Shikamaru said stretching out as he did so.

“Where is she?” Naruto asked turning once more to catch a peek of her.

“No surprise you haven’t seen her, all the women clustered around you while all the men have been circling her. She’s in the middle of that crowd over there.” Shikamaru pointed to the other side of the room where it seemed an equally large crowd had gathered. And true to his words right there in the middle was Hinata, dancing with some man.

“Why didn’t you help Hinata-chan?!” Naruto accused glaring at the man already settling in for a nap again.

“It’s too troublesome to get involved, besides unlike you she’s actually enjoying it.” Naruto was surprised by these words. Standing up he ignored the pain he felt as he looked closer at the scene.

Sure enough, Hinata looked like she was having the time of her life, her eyes were half-closed and there was a healthy blush adorning her cheeks though not from embarrassment but from all of the activity. Her hair had come loose at some point in the evening and it followed behind her in a mesmerizing dance of its own. Naruto could only watch in awe as Hinata was swept around the floor matching her partner step by step. It had looked as though the two had been dancing together all of their lives. Like they had been born to be each other’s partner.

“They're a handsome couple.” an older woman spoke near him, nodding her head toward the couple. her friend agreed, speaking up herself.

“That is the Hyuga heiress from the leaf village, Lord Souta would do well to ask for her match.”

Naruto frowned at the two women gossiping. Match? Why would Hinata fight that guy, he’s obviously not shinobi.

Idiot Kurama murmured but Naruto ignored it. Choosing instead to make his way through the crowd to get to Hinata. As he came to the center of the growing circle he watched as the dance came to a close. Lord Souta or whoever it was had just dipped Hinata low. All around him, people gasped in delight at the display but Naruto could only frown. This didn’t look like anything Hinata had taught him. This was obviously a different dance, one that only someone with more skill could do. As if to give the crown one final trick Souta spun Hinata, having her twirl out away from him as far as their joined hands would allow. Hinata was so close to Naruto he suddenly had an urge to take her and run. However, he was frozen in place, Hinata was breathtaking. There was no other way to describe it, Naruto couldn’t think of a time where she looked so relaxed and happy.

Something about that hurt Naruto deeply but he couldn’t understand why. He was happy that Hinata was enjoying herself and was feeling comfortable enough to show him and everyone around them her passion. But still, something bothered Naruto. He watched as the final notes to the song ended, Lord Souta pulled Hinata back toward him as if there was a magnetic force pulling the two back together. Hinata spun effortlessly back into the man’s chest clutching his shirt as she was breathing heavily.

The audience cheered.

Naruto couldn’t help his eyes narrowing at the man’s hands, who had clasped them against the small of Hinata’s back. Bunching the fabric together. Naruto was about to tell him off when Hinata finally seemed to realize their audience. To everyone’s surprise, her blush grew as she went to step back. Souta released her just enough to let her have some breathing room.

“Thank you for the dance, Lady Hinata. It was a pleasure.”

“T-thank you, I enjoyed it very much.”

“We must dance again soon.” Lord Souta smiled gently as he bowed towards the woman, taking her hand before she could walk away and kissing it. Hinata, Naruto was shocked to see didn’t faint, or freak out over this instead she gave the man a dazzling smile before nodding her head.

“I would like that very much Lord Souta, thank you.” Both dancers ignored the gossiping whispers as they moved back away from each other. Before any other guy could ask Hinata to dance Naruto snaked through the rest of the crowd. Grabbing her hand pulling her with him gently.

“N-Naruto- kun?!” Hinata felt surprised at seeing the blonde. She had been trying to spot him all night but was unable to, due to the masses that surrounded him. Naruto just smiled down at her, his grin stretched across his face.

“Hinata-chan it’s getting late and Shikamaru is ready to go to bed. I’m sorry I had to interrupt you but-”

“No, it’s fine Naruto-kun. I was getting tired myself and we are leaving early in the morning to head out to the next village.”

“Still, I hate to make you leave. You looked great out there Hinata-chan! I had no idea you liked to dance so much-ttebayo!”

Hinata felt like she was in heaven, Naruto was actually complimenting her. Still, Hinata tried to calm herself down.

“Thank you Naruto-kun. I had to learn many dances as a daughter of the head of the Hyuga clan. It's believed that dancing helps to create relationships and bonds with others all around the world. Like tonight with Lord Souta, he has many trade deals with the Hyuga.”

“Oh, so you are friends with that guy?”

“Well, we’ve met before. However, tonight was the first time we were able to speak freely amongst ourselves. He was able to talk to me about a special rare herb he has been cultivating in his gardens. I offered to make some special salves using those herbs with the promise that we could keep bundles of the herbs ourselves.”

“Wow, you were able to make trade negotiation while dancing, that's impressive Hinata-chan.”

“W-well that happened during our first couple of waltzes together. The last dance though was to a song from his country and so we couldn’t really speak. The dance is so fast-paced.”

Naruto faltered in his steps for a millisecond before continuing. By now they were close to the table to grab Shikamaru.

“Haha, I thought that dance looked a little more complicated than what you taught me,” Naruto said with a forced laugh. Hinata stifled a yawn as they woke Shikamaru up once more, humming in agreement to Naruto.

“Yes, it’s a bit more advanced, I don’t often get a chance to practice it.”

Later, long after they had left the party, and walked Hinata back up to her room. Naruto laid awake thinking about the events of the evening and everything Hinata had mentioned. He tossed and turned, kicking the blankets off of him as he stared up at the ceiling. Something was still bothering him. Something that he couldn’t figure out. It was only after the image of Lord Souta’s hands clutching around Hinata's waist jarred him out of a fitful sleep did Naruto realize what the problem was.

It wasn't the fact that he didn't like the guy.

It wasn't the fact that he wasn't as skilled a dancer as the guy.

It wasn't even the fact that Hinata repeatedly danced with the guy.

It was the fact that Naruto wanted to be the only guy that Hinata danced with.

[jamie-leah]

Confessions in an Elevator

Bucky x Reader

Oneshot

Summary: You and Bucky get trapped in an elevator

Word Count: 1288

Warnings: Angst, small space, swearing

A/N: I fancied a little angst with a happy ending. Enjoy lovelies and if you have any request feel free to send them in!

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You were standing in front of your friends with your new boyfriend by your side, beaming at the way they were getting on with him.

That was until Bucky chimed in, “so, Daniel was it?”

Derek smiles, “Derek.”

“Derek, right…so what is it that you do for a living?”, Bucky asks.

“I’m a teacher.”

Bucky nods his head condescendingly, “ah so you couldn’t find a job in the field you majored in and thought teaching was the next best thing? Happens to a lot I’ve heard.”

You shoot Bucky a death glare, “Bucky”, you say his name through clenched teeth as you note the disapproving look Steve also throws Bucky.

Derek lays a hand on your arm, “it’s quite alright, that does happen, but I always knew I wanted to teach.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, “you got brothers?”

“Two sisters.”

Bucky frowns, “have you ever been in a fight?”

You turn Derek away from everyone, “okay, that’s enough of that, I know you have a meeting to get to, so I’ll show you to the elevators and I’ll see you later for dinner.”

Once you say goodbye to Derek you come back to the kitchen with a murderous rage and head straight to Bucky. You shove him, hard, “what the fuck was that, Barnes?”

Bucky folds his arms across his chest, “I was just getting to know your new boy toy.”

“Boyfriend,” you reply in a deadly tone.

“Whatever, darlin’”, Bucky throws over his shoulder as he exits the kitchen.

But you don’t let him get away that easily as you follow close behind, “is this because you’re fucking jealous?”

Bucky barks out a laugh as he pushes the button to the elevator. He steps in and turns to face you, “of Derek? We both know I have nothing to be jealous of there.”

The doors start to close but you stick your arm through them and step into the small space with him. The doors close as you jab a finger into his chest, “you’re certainly acting like someone who’s jealous which is ironic considering you’re the one that didn’t want me!”

The elevator starts to move. Bucky turns to you with a frown, “is that what you think?”

“Gee, I don’t know Buck, after I told you I loved you, you bailed on a mission for the next six months!”, you shout the last two words at him.

“Yeah, it was a fucking mission! What did you want me to do? Not go and save lives?”, Bucky shouts right back at you.

“Of course not, but we both know you only took that mission because you couldn’t face-“

The elevator whirs and then jerks violently, causing you to stumble into Bucky as he falls back into the wall. He catches you with his hands holding your upper arms. As the light switches to a red he asks, “are you okay?”

You look up into his face and find nothing but concern replacing the anger from a few moments ago. It causes your stomach to flip as you nod your head to his question.

You watch Bucky’s eyes study you, his mouth open, ready to say something else when a crackle rings out, followed by Steve’s voice, “elevator is down, we’re working on getting it going again, hang tight.”

Bucky lets you go, the momentary spell broken. You slide down the opposite wall to Bucky, until you hit the floor. You cross your legs and lean your head back against the cool metal of the wall.

“Looks like we’ll be here for a while”, you say as Bucky also slides down the wall, stretching his legs out, careful to avoid you.

“You’ll probably miss dinner with dashing Derek”, Bucky uses a mocking tone.

You sigh, “I��ve moved on Buck, you should too.”

Bucky looks at you sharply, “is that what this is?”

You frown, “what else would it even be? You were gone for six months, tell me what else I was supposed to do?”

Bucky stands again, rage pouring from every muscle, “I didn’t think you were going to ‘move on’”, he uses air quotations to emphasis the words you just used.

You stand to meet him, “you thought I would wait? For six months? After I declared my feelings for you, and you said jack shit? What is the matter with you?”

“Some feelings they were, if you’ve already ‘moved on’”, Bucky uses the air quotations again.

“Stop that”, you say as you swat at his hands.

“You’re avoiding what I’m saying.”

“I was heartbroken when you left Bucky-“

He cuts you off with a scoff, “so heartbroken you went running into the arms of dashing Derek.”

“Call him that one more time-“

“What are you gonna do, Princess?”, Bucky raises his chin in challenge.

You clench your hands into fists, wanting to launch yourself at him. Instead you turn away from him and count to ten before turning back, “what do you even care? It’s not like you felt the same!”.

Your words ring around in the small metal box. The silence stretches as you watch Bucky’s mouth open and shut like a goldfish. You turn away from him again, hating the nothingness that confirms he never felt the same way.

You wrap your arms around yourself when you finally hear Bucky whisper, “I never said I didn’t feel the same way.”

It takes you a moment. You process the words as your heart beats louder in your ears. You turn slowly, “what?”

Bucky looks down at the floor, “we were only supposed to be blowing off steam together. Sex, that’s all it was supposed to be, we agreed. And that’s what it was…for a while. But I knew I was starting to fall for you. How could I not? You kick ass but care about everyone around you. You have a wicked sense of humour and you swear like a sailor.”

Bucky looks back up at you, searching your face before continuing, “I loved you before you ever said the words to me but I had convinced myself that you could never feel the same, so when you said them I…I ran. I didn’t know how to even begin letting myself be loved by someone like you. I was scared. I tried to run from it, hoping that with enough distance I could stop. Stop loving you so much, but I realised that I didn’t want to live without you, and it hit me like a tonne of bricks and so I came back. I came back to tell you-to-…but it was already too late.”

You stare at each other, the air thick with tension. You take a step forward, bringing you so close to Bucky that you could feel his slightly haggard breathing, “tell me what? You came back to tell me what?”

“That I love you. I love you, Y/N”

You forget how to breathe. Your brain short circuits at hearing the words you never thought you would hear from a man you could never ‘move on’ from.

Before you can start thinking properly again you reach on your toes and kiss Bucky with everything that you have. He returns the kiss immediately, his hands coming to your face as your tongues meet once again.

As you both kiss you never notice the elevator moving again until you hear the ‘ding’ of the doors opening to reveal everyone cheering and clapping at you and Bucky kissing.

You break apart to watch them with stunned expressions as Nat shouts, “it’s about goddamn time.”

You look back at Bucky as he does the same. You both smile, meeting for another kiss as the others cheer again, until the elevator doors close once again.

[leafs-lover]

Forever My Dance Partner

A/N: This is a requested Mitch Marner piece. Thanks to @freddieflower3129 for the help :)

Warning: Drinking, Swearing, Smut

Word Count: 4500

“Hey babe you gonna be ready on time?” Mitch asks coming up behind you in the bathroom. You are in the bathroom hair dried and in the process of curling it, yet to even start your makeup.

“Am I a terrible person for not wanting to go?” you whine leaning against his chest setting your curling iron down.

“You hate when people cancel last minute, do you really want to be that person?” he asks his hands finding your hips.

“No” you groan “I just am really tired.”

“Well we can leave early and I don’t have to be at the rink tomorrow so we can sleep in” he smiles at you in the mirror knowing sleep in is your two favourite words.

He places a quick kiss on your cheek and heads over to the shower. You continue with your hair, almost burning a strand while watching him peel his clothes off in the mirror. His back is to you so he doesn’t see your eyes go wide staring at his naked body, and the sound of the water running muffles your moan.  Once he starts to shower you wander off to the closet to pick your outfit, and also to wait until the steam clears from the mirror so you can continue getting ready.

“Ready” you grumble walking into the living room a little bit later. You find Mitch sitting on the couch ankles crossed with his feet resting on the coffee table. He stands up and you take in his appearance black denim clinging to his legs and light blue long sleeve collared shirt covering his torso. You grumble under your breath about how it only took a half hour for him to look that good, while you have been in the bathroom for an agonizing amount of time; though given your lack of energy everything took longer than it should have.

“Wow babe, you look great” he smiles kissing you lightly, causing some lip gloss to spread to his mouth. You bring a thumb up to wipe it away but Mitch leans in pressing his lips back to yours, smearing more across his lips.

He starts peppering quick wet kisses on your mouth and cheek causing you to laugh. “Now we can go” he remarks seeing you smile.

Getting out the door, you walk hand in hand through the halls, down the elevator. Once in the parking garage, his hand finds the small of your back, guiding you to the parking space. The ride to Justin and Audrey’s isn’t too far and is relatively quiet. You stare out the window while Mitch’s hand rests on your thigh.

It’s kind of unusual for you both to be this quiet for this long. Normally when you get in your head Mitch is the first person to pull you out, telling you a random fact or funny story; anything to get you to smile. But tonight it’s different, you can feel him glance in your direction periodically, but he leaves you to your thoughts for most of it.

“Hey Fred” you say walking to the elevator.

“Hey (Y/N)” he replies giving you a soft hug before greeting Mitch. You lean against the wall of the elevator while the two men chat beside you. Fred and Mitch chat the entire way up, his laughter echoing through the small space; but his laugh puts you at ease. Regardless of how you are feeling his laugh is fastest thing that can change your mood.

Once inside and around people you can feel your mood slowly shift. While still feeling tired, seeing your friends and laughing with them helps pull you from your funk.

“Hey you” Mitch says walking in to kitchen to find you. He wraps his arms around you and begins peppering soft playful kisses on your neck. “Woah you smell like beer” you laugh pulling your head back to look at him.

“You smell like beer” he retorts jokingly.

“No I smell like water and iced tea, that way we can get home later” you laugh.

“You’re always one step ahead” he smiles placing a soft kiss on your lips “that’s why I love you.”

You bring your hands to his cheek pulling his lips to yours. Your tongue slips into his mouth and you can taste the beer on his lips. He pushes you a couple steps back until you are pressed against the fridge as his tongue continues to dance with yours. His hands reach around you giving your ass a light squeeze, you giggle into the kiss and roll your hips towards him.

“Hey lovebirds there are other people here” Auston jokes causing you to separate. You feel heat hit your cheeks as you bury your head into Mitch’s chest.

“Yeah and some of them want the beer in the fridge” Willy adds.

With a couple chirps from the boys, the two of you make your way back to the party. You find some of the girls and fall into casual conversation, while Mitch and Freddie get into a heated discussion over some Netflix show. Your eyes find Mitch from across the room a few times, each time he sends you a glance.

Not the kind of glance that makes you want to lock him in a spare bedroom. Every time he smiles, sometimes his eyes linger; but there is no smirk or devilish grin instead you get the feeling he is talking about you.

You feel a hand lightly tap your wrist and you jump slightly; you turn and see Mitch. You had no idea he had left his post on the other side of the room let alone he was behind you.

“Sorry” he chuckles “come dance with me.”

“It’s not exactly a dancing song” you reply hearing Katy Perry being played.

“Trust me” he says lowly in your ear. You set your cup down and follow his lead to the middle of the room.

His hand finds the small of your back and he pulls you in close. You can smell the beer on his breath, the cologne of his body as he grips your one hand. “Mitch we can’t dance like this to Katy Perry” you laugh not even mentioning that nobody else is dancing.

At that moment, half way through the song you hear the tune switch to a piano ballad and Mitch starts to spin you around the living room.

Thought I was good, I was good on my own, I was alright Thought I was grown and the strangers I known, they were alright Thought that I knew everything, never wrong, I was alright Oh, I was good, I was good on my own, I was alright

You can feel all eyes on you but yours are locked on Mitch, his baby blues. He smiles placing a soft kiss into your hairline.

“I love you so much (Y/N)” he says softly in your ear. “You are the greatest thing to ever happen to me.”

You tilt your head to look at him with a large smile “I’d be nowhere if it wasn’t for you.”

“That’s a lie Mitchy” you reply and he shakes his head. He spins you out and pulls you back into his hard chest “you are everything to me.”

Oh, I lived a whole life Thinking I knew how my Heart could handle love A love I thought I knew Everything before us Was stretching out my heart, just So it could be big enough to beat for two

His hand slides lower, resting just above your belt. You can hear the hushes conversations going around you but you can’t focus on anything while Mitch continues to whisper in your ear.

“If I never amount to anything, never win a cup, or get injured and never play again it won’t matter because I would have you. I can’t imagine not talking to you every day, not seeing your pretty face in the morning.”

“Mitch” you say lightly feeling tears hit your eyes but he doesn’t stop, his mouth inches from your ear.

“I see you with Jace and Theo, and I can’t wait until it’s our baby your holding.”

He opens his hand spreading across your back and dips you backwards. His lips find yours and your hand on his bicep slides up to his neck gently gripping it for additional support, though you know Mitch won’t let you fall.

Never understood why People always say, love chooses you Now I do Now I do Didn't ever think that I could ever say I promise you

“(Y/N) he says bringing you back up to your feet. “I love you so much and I never thought I could be this happy. I want you to be my forever dance partner (Y/N).” His hands pull away from you and he fumbles in his pocket before dropping to his knee.

“Oh my god” you whisper bringing your hands up to your face in shock. The tears once sitting on your pupils are slowly rolling down your cheeks as he opens the small jewelry box.

Your eyes are glued to his, if they weren’t you would have seen him drop the box earning some chuckles from other guests.

And now I do Now I do Now I do

“(Y/N)” he grips your hand “will you marry me?”

“Yes! Of course” you yell almost before he even gets the question out. His hand is shaking as he slides the band on your finger. As soon as he is standing your arms wrap around his neck, your hands tangle in his hair and your mouth finds his.

This is the road, we can see where it goes together You are my home and I know I can stay forever

His hands are on your back holding you against his chest while your tongues dance in each other’s mouths. Your moans are swallowed by him, and for a second you forget everyone else is there. You don’t hear them clapping or cheering, you don’t hear their excitement your attention fixated solely on Mitch.

He is the first to pull away, his lips swollen and covered in your gloss. You’re about to lean in for more when you finally hear some voices around you and remember you are not alone. Instead you place one soft but tender kiss on his lips and place your head on his chest.

The next half hour is met with everyone congratulating you, hugs and the girls telling you they have the entire thing on video. You hear Mitch get chirped for dropping the ring. He says he thought he had pushed his nerves aside (being an athlete he learned to push away emotions during intense situations) until he actually got down on one knee. Once he actually got down on his knee, all the nerves and anxiety about you saying no came crashing over him, even though he knew the answer would be yes.

It’s something that the two of you had discussed. There was no way you would ever say no and he knew that; but in that moment it felt like a possibility to him. Finally you feel some of the excitement dissipate as everyone begins to separate into little groups around the room.

Mitch leaves for the bathroom and you wait a couple minutes before heading down the hall. He opens the door but before he steps out you shove him back inside.

“What are you doing?” he laughs as you lock the door behind yourself.

Your hands find his belt and begin to undo it, a dark grin spreading across your face.

“(Y/N/N)” he chokes out as you pop the button and slide his pants and boxers down his thighs a few inches. Your mouth finds his and you palm over him a couple times, feeling him begin to harden under your touch. Your mouth finds his neck and you start to suck on it before he pushes you off.

“Not there” he hisses knowing that your mouth is higher than the collar of a dress shirt, and he doesn’t want any hickeys to be visible in photos. You smile and fall to your knees; you feel the cool tile through the denim on your knees.

You tug on him a couple times, rubbing your thumb over the precum that has spilt out. You glance up at him through your lashes before finally moving your mouth, wrapping it around his hard cock as he hisses in response.

You hear him mumbling as you bob on him a few times, coating him in your saliva. Your tongue slides up the vein on his shaft and you see his eyes roll back at the feeling. Your cheeks hollow as one hand grips him taking what your mouth can’t fit.

Your hand and mouth work in tandem, as his hands tangle into your hair. He pulls your curls away from your face, gripping them in a loose pony at the back of your head. Your other hand reaches around and grips his ass, you use it to guide his hips forward slightly knowing Mitch won’t push more than your limits.

You continue to work on him, swirling your tongue around him when you feel his hands tighten in your hair. His hips involuntarily buck forward causing you to gag slightly and you know he is getting close. His soft moans are becoming sporadic, and your eyes lock on his.

The sight of you on your knees, beady eyes peering back to him has him quickly approaching his thigh. His moans are loud, but the music and laughter from the party are louder. “(Y/N) I’m gonna cum” he whispers.

You gently cup his balls and give them a light squeeze. You hear him groan above you as his hips twitch. Curse words are spilling from his lips as his hands tighten around your hair.

“(Y/N/N) I’m gonna cum” he warns.

A few seconds later and you hear him grunt as his dick twitches. Warm ribbons spill down your throat as you continue to suck him dry. Pulling your mouth off a little dribbles down your chin, Mitch holds a hand out which you graciously accept rising to your feet. You bring the back of your hand up and wipe away the cum dripping down your chin.

“Babe” he mumbles pulling you into his chest, his mouth pressing into your hair. “You rarely finish in your mouth, and you never swallow.”

“I do on special occasions” you tilt your head up to him. He brings his lips closer ghosting over yours “a proposal seems like a special occasion.”

“I don’t deserve you” he smiles pulling you in by the small of your back to kiss your lips.

“Why because I swallow sometimes?” you joke kissing him again.

He just shakes his head in response sliding his hand down inside your jeans. His large hand cups your cheek giving your ass a light squeeze while his lips press back to yours. His calloused index finger slips under your underwear and you giggle pulling away.

“We should go home” you smirk. He adjusts his pants while you fix some of your smudged makeup. He unlocks the door and tugs at your wrist pulling you down the hall. Once in the living room you hear some chirping from the players, while their partners murmur for them to be quiet.

Your cheeks immediately go red as your curls fall in front of your face, shielding you from their glares. You hear Mitch give a couple chirps back and your eyes find Audrey who smirks at you from the corner. Once your boots are on you quickly grip Mitch’s hand and pull him out the door and away from the laughter of his teammates.

Once in the elevator you are like two teenagers, immediately finding the others mouths. Moans and giggles fill the elevator, your hands wandering up his back as he pins you against the wall. If the ride was any longer you are sure he would have tried to pull your clothes off, but you hear the ding and it pulls you two apart.

As the sober one you are the one to drive home. The car ride home feels painfully long, you hit every red light. Mitch has a hand placed high on your thigh periodically giving you a firm squeeze.

“Babe” you whine at a red light “I’m driving.”

He turns in his seat to face you “I can’t keep my hands off you, fiancé” he smirks.

“Fiancé, I like that” you reply his words warming your heart. He leans forward in his seat and places a soft kiss on your cheek before sucking on your ear lobe. You groan slightly and push him off of you as you accelerate through the intersection. He falls back into his seat but keeps his hand firmly attached to your leg.

Once in the garage you quickly pull into your spot, leaving the car diagonal not caring to fix it. You hear Mitch joking when he gets out checking your parking garage, but you are well on the way to the elevator. The ride up is long; another couple stepped on with you. You’re wrapped tightly around Mitch and as soon as the door opens on your floor you pull him out dragging him down the hall.

His hands are wrapped on your hips as he pushes you forward; his lips trailing on your neck. Your mind is clouded with lust as you approach your door fumbling to get the door unlocked. Mitch chuckles against your neck grabbing the keys to open the door for you.

Once inside you both kick your shoes off against the wall and your mouths quickly reattach. Your kiss is hungry and passionate, as he guides you down the hall to your bedroom. Your hands are firmly gripped in his hair, only pulling apart to remove clothing.

Once in your bedroom you are both left in just jeans, a trail of discarded clothing left in your wake. You quickly undo is belt and pants, pressing them down his large thighs.

“Fuck baby” he groans as you palm over his boxers “it’s your turn.”

He pushes you back onto the bed, air leaving your lungs as you hit the mattress. He crawls over you with blown pupils while his mouth attaches to your neck. He sucks and nips your skin while his hand gently grazes over your stomach. His touch is soft and slow, feather like sending a shiver down your spine.

Finally his calloused fingers find your denim releasing the button. He pulls your pants and underwear down your legs bringing two fingers up to your dripping folds. His mouth finds a breast gently sucking on your swollen orb while your entire body arches up to meet him.

His two fingers press your folds open, and gently flick your clit a few times. His fingers dance around your entrance, playfully pulling your lips apart. Every time you think he is going to slide his fingers in they pull away, causing you to groan from under him.

His lips curl against the skin of your breast as he sucks on your nipple before finally sliding in. Your hips rise and head falls into the pillow feeling his long fingers press into your folds. He begins to pump his fingers in and out of you as his mouth switches to find your other breast.

Your hands quickly find his hair tangling in as his fingers curl inside you. He hits your sweet spot with every thrust, having long been familiar with your body. His teeth graze over your nipple and your entire body squirms under his touch as you feel your high quickly approach.

Your moans are deeper, heavier as your hands grasp at his dark roots. You feel him smirk as his mouth finds the valley of your breasts. His thick fingers pump in and out at a rapid pace and your heels dig into the bed as your vision goes white.

Mitch groans feeling you clench around his fingers. Warm white liquid spills out around him and he keeps pumping working you through it. You release your grasp on his hair and he pops his head up with a devilish grin “that was fast” he growls in your ear.

His voice is low and husky, echoing through the room. Before you can respond you feel his swollen tip poking at your entrance. He strokes it over your folds a few times coating it in your slick.

You grasp his cheeks pulling his lips down to yours as he pushes into your heat. He groans as you welcome him in, a leg wrapping around his hip. He brings a hand down to grip the underside of your thigh, holding it in place.

“Fuck you feel so good (Y/N)” he moans beginning to rock in and out of you, swallowing your moans with his kiss. He starts off slow allowing you time to adjust to his size. While he is relatively normal in length, he is thick.

Super thick.

The first time you say him you didn’t think you would be able to take him in. Your jaw fell to the floor but Mitch assured you he would take it slow. And he did, but a part of you thinks that was also for him. He said you were extremely tight, and if he had of gone much faster you think he would have finished in under a minute.

Now it’s years later, every time you see it you feel your breath catch in your throat but you are used to it and him to you. He knows to give you a few slow thrusts before picking up his pace. He says he can see it written on your face once you are ready.

“Mitch” you pant breathlessly pulling your mouth away. Your hands find his back digging your nails into his big muscles.

Dark eyes stare down at you, a string of curse words leaving his mouth. He squeezes your thigh as you roll your hips into him his pace picking up. You bring your lower lip between your teeth as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

You feel Mitch’s head duck down biting on your neck. Your moans get louder as your high gets closer.

“Babe I’m close” you groan and he smirks against your neck. His hand slips from your thigh to your clit and he begins pressing into it. Each thrust is harder and faster than the last. You claw desperately at his back while deep circles are pressed into your sensitive bud.

His mouth finds the sweet spot below your ear, sucking and biting at it until you’re falling apart under him. Your back arches and you clench around him, pulling him in to your warm heat.

“Fuck (Y/N/N)” he groans above you as you clench around him. Your nails leave deep crescents in his shoulder while your heel digs into his back. He fucks you through your high, as your vision goes dark. You hear him mumbling into your neck but can’t focus until your entire body relaxes.

He continues to piston in and out of you his hips snapping as he chases his own high. You feel him peppering kisses on your jaw as you whimper, your cunt becoming very sensitive in need of a break. You feel tears prick the edge of your eyes as your whines become louder.

“Mitchy” you moan.

“I know babe” he groans. He picks up his pace. He pushes off your body changing the angle hitting you slightly deeper as he starts to become sloppy above you.

“Mitch” you whine tears rolling down your cheeks. He groans and you feel his dick twitch as he spills inside you, warm cum flooding your walls. A few final thrusts and his body collapses on you.

You lie there silently, the only sound is your sporadic breathing. Slowly Mitch pulls out and you whimper at the emptiness causing Mitch to grin.

“You okay?” he asks wiping away the stray tear that has fallen. “You were superfast tonight.”

“Never had a problem with me being fast before” you joke and he laughs flipping his wet hair back from his face.

“I don’t have a problem with it” he smirks “it’s just unusual for you.”

“The excitement of tonight got to me” you smile pulling him in for a soft kiss.

He moans slightly and pulls away falling beside you onto his back. “So what about the end of July?” he asks.

“For what” you ask turning to look at him.

“Our wedding” he laughs.

“Oh” you say lightly.

“Second guessing?” he smirks at you.

“No I was just thinking we could do it next summer” you reply.

“You know July is over eight months away, I think we can plan it before then” he smiles. “I don’t want to wait a year and a half to make you my wife.” He rolls onto his side, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You smile at his words “I know but” you trail off turning your head to look into his blue eyes that soft and genuine, etched with concern.

“But what babe?” he asks bringing a hand to your chin, gently rubbing it along your jaw.

“In eight months I won’t fit in my dress” you say.

Confusion washes over his face, his eyes shifting over you. You allow him time to process what you said when his eyes go wide and a large smile crosses his face.

“Baby are we having a baby?” he asks bringing his hand from your jaw to your stomach.

Tears prick your eyes and you nod quickly. His lips are instantly on yours, while he strokes over your stomach.

“When did you find out?” he asks crawling down to rest his head on your stomach.

Your hands find his hair, gently playing with his strands “when you were at practice, I was going to tell you tomorrow on your day off.”

You aren’t even sure if he heard you because he immediately starts kissing and whispering to your stomach. His hand is gently stroking over your stomach when his head snaps up to look at you.

“I’m such a dick for making you go to the party” he smiles.

“You didn’t know” you laugh running your hand through his hair. “Besides I had a very good time.”

He curls up beside you keeping his large hand glued to your stomach. His legs wrap over yours essentially becoming your blanket.

“So have you seen a doctor? They have you on any vitamins, or is there any special foods I should be buying to help this peanut grow?”

You laugh turning your head to look at him “I found out about 7 hours ago, I have not talked with a doctor yet.

“I’m just so excited” he smiles.

“I’m gonna be a daddy” he whispers eyes glazed over.

“Yeah” you smile up lazily tracing his tattooed arm “you’re going to be a daddy.”

[mindninjax]

The Way It Blooms

Pairing: Wakatoshi Ushijima x virgin!reader 

Rating: M for the sex but it’s FLUFF

Warning: it’s fluffy smut, pure fluff. 

Word Count: 3.4K

a/n: Do you remember the moment you fell in love with someone?  The very first moment the two of you made love? This fic is kinda about that. Ushijima has quickly become one of my comfort characters as you will see in this soft ass shit.

This was used as inspiration and it’s beautiful. Also, you should listen to  Get You by Daniel Caesar during the smut lol. 

Dedicated to one @dymphnasprose for dropping so much Ushi content in my DMs and making me fall for him more and more and for this fucking adorable ass pet name that I will always use and associate with both you and Ushi. I love you babe! 

Plucking the strings idly of your old acoustic guitar, you feel the familiar rush of calm wash over your body. You haven’t picked it up since your sophomore year of high school when you—embarrassingly— serenaded your boyfriend at the time with a dumb love song you wrote him after only dating for 3 months. It was Valentine’s day, you thought it’d be special. He broke up with you and called you “clingy”. And being the dramatic but valid—because that guy was a major asshole— teenager, you’d stopped playing. 

As you got older, you’d forgotten about it, shifted your focus on getting into college, becoming a journalist like you’d planned. Something changed in you in the last few weeks though. You were braver, more confident, happier with who you were as a person. 

It could be because the winter months were coming to an end, the sun was shining more, beating down into your dorm room and warming the cold dark depressing atmosphere you hidden yourself in for the past few months. Or it could be...him. 

Your face heats up and you pluck a sour note on the guitar as his face fills your mind. Piercing moss green eyes gaze into your subconscious and make a home there. Your heart flutters when you think about his voice, the last words he said to you, “I’ll be back to you soon, don’t worry”, before it becomes heavy with yearning and you remember he’s across an ocean right now playing an intense volleyball match you’re sure his team will win. 

Wakatoshi pulled the deepest emotions from you, the deepest and most forgotten portions of your personality, the ones you used to enjoy the most before society squeezed it from you. He admired your creativity, and his blunt comments or questions always caught you by surprise, in a good way. 

“God, I wish I could go up on stage and sing like that!” you’d said one date night while watching  a woman perform karaoke. 

“Why can’t you?” Toshi asked in a deadpan voice as he stroked the back of your hand. You blinked at him, not able to give him a clear reason of why you couldn’t go up on stage. It’d just felt natural to say, like you weren’t supposed to go. By the end of the night, you were on stage laughing and singing, full of joy as you watched him clap along to the music and his eyes followed you around on stage. It was the happiest you’d been in a while, and it was one the first few dates you’d gone on with him.  

You strum a few chords, humming to yourself as you get caught up in the music. You’d forgotten how calming it was, how much strumming and humming helped you feel when you allowed yourself to just be you. It was strangely how you felt every single time you were around Wakatoshi, comfortable yet protected. You pick up your phone and check the time, an idea forming in your head. He’d be in the middle of the game right now so he won’t have his phone until it’s over. 

You prop the phone up on a pillow with it facing you. Your face is bare with no makeup, your hair is a little messy from the wear and tear of the day and you were in the middle of getting ready for bed so you’re wearing an old cami and tiny shorts. You shrug, electing not to worry about your appearance, prop the guitar up on your leg, clear your throat, and press the record button on your phone. 

You strum a simple tune, something that repeats where the beat can be easily kept. It’s a swaying melody, one that tiptoes up and down the score with light steps; like a soft lullaby intended to serenade and rock the listener into a dreamy slumber. You’re not nervous, you don’t worry about what anyone might think about you, you just close your eyes and think of Toshi and how much you miss him.

 You focus on how much you want to feel his arms around you, how he makes your heart jump into your chest when his fingers lightly draw over your skin. You giggle when you think about his dry attempts at jokes just so he can see you smile and the way he will poke at where the dimple would be if you smiled when you're frowning. His own little silent gesture to say “smile little doe,” because he's not a man of many words. 

You lose yourself in the melody, start to sing the words that sashay around your head and heart. You’re not sure if they make sense, or if they fit the tune, you only know you want him to know how you’re feeling and for some reason this feels like the perfect way to show him. You pour your heart into each word you sing, communicating in the most intimate way you know how to while he’s away, and it’s evident in the passionate way you float to each note.  

Your voice wavers when you sing about how much you wish he was here with you, how much you want him to touch you and hold you and feel you, even going so far as to mention making love to him. You two haven’t been dating long a few months at most, and you’re astounded at just how much you crave him. Except that isn’t the word you want to use. The word you want to use scares you, so you’re hoping, praying that he will feel it when he hears this. 

You end the song and stop the recording, softly and with purpose as if to solidify every feeling you’ve contained in this beautiful little song for him and before you become too afraid and erase it. No, he deserves to hear this song for him. A message in a bottle that you send across the ocean and with it, hope and comfort that there is someone out there in the world who understands him and sees him. 

You type a quick message and attach the video quickly before you talk yourself out of it: 

Toshi, here’s a little something to help you sleep! See you in two days! ❤️

You hit send and chew on your lip before tossing the phone aside and quickly finishing your night routine for bed. 

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“Get some rest Ushiwaka! You deserve it after the win you got us today!” 

Wakatoshi waves off his teammates silently as he shuffles to his hotel room and pulls out the keycard. He sighs heavily when he hears the affirmative beep and the lock clicks. He’s exhausted, the long 5 set match finally done. The other team put up a great fight and he’s always appreciative of a team who has a fighting spirit, but he’s exhausted and hasn’t been able to see or hear from you all day. He collapses on his bed and digs through his bag for his phone. He turns it off before matches so he can keep his focus but he always sends a quick message to you before he does and he never turns it off until he gets a text back from you. 

When the screen lights up and comes back alive he smiles to himself. It’s your face on his phone background. One that he took when you both visited the park near campus. You’d picked a huge sunflower and you were beaming. He’d had to move quickly and figure out how to open his camera to take it before you realized, but it came out stunning. You looked so happy, the dimple in your cheek deepening as you caught his love-filled gaze on you. 

Your face smiles back at him on screen now and he frowns when he realizes how much he misses you. He wishes you were here with him. It’s very seldom that you aren’t at one of his games, cheering him on, watching his every movement, being his motivation. He plays harder when you’re watching, he wants to make you proud, although you’re always proud of him. But the way your eyes light up when he wins a match, how you jump on him and squeal when he leaves the court sweaty and still full of adrenaline from the match, makes the win all the more worth it. 

Wakatoshi doesn’t know exactly what it is about you that he likes so much. He finds himself pondering it as he watches you do mundane tasks. When you twirl your pencil while you work on homework, the way you bite your cheek when you’re thinking of something, or the way you gravitate toward him when you’re sitting next to him, he finds it entertaining. He could watch you all day and never get bored, and that’s a first for him. It’s a first that anything other than volleyball has kept his attention and he’s not bothered by it. 

He opens the message from you, swiping up to unlock his phone and his eyes grow a little wide when he sees you’ve sent him a video. He reads the message before getting up, grunting as he stands to go take a shower. If the video is to help him sleep, he figures he should get ready for bed before he watches, plus he likes the idea of your face being the last thing he sees before he drifts off to sleep. 

When he’s showered and his muscles are relaxed and dripping from the shower, he pulls on his boxers, dries himself and climbs into the stiff hotel bed, wishing once again that he was climbing in next to you. He grabs his phone again as he lays on his back. He opens the message once again, smiling at your face—he misses so much—and plays the video. 

The guitar strums surprise him, he didn’t know you could play guitar. It’s automatically soothing and he stores this fun fact in his brain, vowing to never forget it as it’s information on one of his favorite things. The tune you strum is simple yet beautiful, maybe because it’s you playing it or just that your fingers so meticulously strum the strings. He can tell this is your craft and you’re good at it. 

He closes his eyes as he continues to listen to the repetitive melody and he’s immediately thankful that you sent him this. It will help him sleep and he can drift off knowing that even though you aren’t here, you’re still helping and supporting him from afar. 

His eyes shoot open when you start to sing. Your voice is astounding. It is unlike anything Wakatoshi has ever heard before. It twinkles like a delicate little bell, rings loud and strong as the words continue and pierce his heart. It swirls, sways, rocks and swaddles him in all the love you project through these lyrics. Your voice is sweet, relieving, like ice cream on a very hot day after practice, and when you sing his name and about making love, he grunts in approval. It’s suddenly all he wants. His body, his heart aches for you and all he wants is to be with you again. When the song ends on a tender note, he plays the song again and again, hanging on every lilt of your voice and committing it to memory. 

Right before he drifts off to sleep, he texts back a quick message to you, a vow he intends on keeping. 

I am coming back to you soon little doe.

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Your hair is brushed from your forehead and you sigh in contentment. You’re sure you're dreaming, it’s been the same recurring dream every night since Toshi has been gone. When you feel a hand cradle your face, your eyes shoot open to see him, sitting on the edge of your bed caressing your face in his large hand. Tears well in your eyes when you see him and you jump up to wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Toshi!”

He pulls you into his lap and cradles your body against his. You can hear his gym bag slip from his shoulder and you peep over his shoulder to see his luggage in the corner of your room. His luggage. You pull back to look into his eyes. 

“Toshi, did you come straight here when you got off the plane?” you ask looking concerned and trying to wipe the tears from your eyes. He’s faster than you, reaching a long finger out to catch a falling one and swipe it from your cheek. 

“Yes. You don’t have to cry. It was no trouble,” The deep baritone rumbles his body and moves through you. It’s only been a few days since you two have seen each other, but his voice still sends a shiver up your spine whenever you hear it. 

You shake your head in defiance, “Wakatoshi, you should’ve gone to your dorm. You need to rest,” you say furrowing your eyebrows and trying to be serious. 

He stares at you with an intense stare and you’re momentarily worried. Wakatoshi has never looked at you this way before. This stare is usually intended for his teammates or a rival, when he’s serious and focused during a match. 

“No. I needed to see you.” 

You’re not sure what comes over you but his words ignite a fire in you and you kiss him, hard and passionate. Ever the prepared sportsman, he kisses you back matching your passion and groaning into your mouth. All the yearning the two of you shared over the last few days rushes out of you and into the kiss. It’s sloppy and you both have to pull back and catch your breath. 

His hands fall to your hips as he pulls you closer against him. Your hands roam down his chest, up his broad shoulders and down his bulging back muscles. You breathe his name against his lips and he growls, picks you up and places you down on your back on the bed. 

He crawls over you, fixating himself between your thighs. You’re both still clothed but the aching for each other is more than just the sex. You just want to be close to him, to feel him wrap his arms around you, to feel his lips against yours again. He bends down to your face and kisses you again. Softer this time, as if he’s afraid to hurt you or lose control. He kisses down your jaw, bites and sucks on your neck, marking you as his. 

You hear him rumble into your neck, “Mine” before he bites down and makes another mark. You moan at the sensation and Wakatoshi momentarily stops to savor the sound. It’s almost as sweet as your lovely singing voice, and he’d give anything to hear you moan his name. You paw at the hem of his shirt as he continues to kiss your cheek and neck. 

“I want to see you Toshi,” you whimper. He gazes into your eyes for a moment before removing  his shirt and you marvel at his rippling muscles. He’s so big, his herculean frame always able to make your mouth water. He can see the pride of having him be yours in his eyes and he likes it. 

He wants you to be proud to have him, the same way he’s proud to have you. He grabs the end of your shirt and slowly pulls it over your head. Large hands clumsily grasp the clasp of the bra He observes you like a work of art, committing every freckle and mole to memory. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says and the way the word “beautiful” falls effortlessly from his lips when describing you makes your face grow hot. There’s nothing you want more than him, now. He removes his pants and underwear and slides yours down your legs as well. When you both are left staring at each other in awe, you pull him back down to kiss you again. 

You can feel his engorged cock twitching against your thigh as he hovers on his elbows over you. It makes your breath catch in your throat, desperation escaping with your next exhale. He kisses down your chest, covering every inch of you with the sweetest embrace of his lips. He licks at your nipple, nips softly and when he hears you gasp he bites down a bit harder before licking to soothe the brisk pain. 

Your heart beats faster with every kiss, this feeling inside of you overwhelms you and when you push your hips up to meet his, a silent plea, he pulls back to look at the exquisite fountain between your legs. He holds his weeping cock in one hand and for the first time you look at him nervously. Will it fit? What if it doesn’t? Will he still want to be with you? He reaches a large hand to caress your cheek and the tumbling storm in your chest calms with his sweet gesture. He stares into your eyes and that same intensity burns there, passionate and solicitous, like the sun. 

“Don’t worry little doe, I’ll be gentle,” he says running a thumb over your cheek. The anxiety is gone instantly and you look at him with the utmost trust as he places the tip of his dick to your entrance. He rubs it against your slippery folds, slathering your slick over his copious length and preparing you for all his glory. You nod to him when he looks at you for permission to enter. 

He pushes inside of you, moving slowly and passing the first ring of muscle. He grunts when the crown of his cock is sitting comfortably in your fluttering walls. You whimper as you become accustomed to how full you already feel. When your heaving chest slows down from the initial insertion, he continues to slide into you, hips moving closer to yours in a welcoming embrace. You stretch around him and it burns, but you clench as well, your body’s way of telling him not to stop. 

When he’s fully sheathed inside of you he grunts and you moan in unadulterated pleasure. Your eyes are shut as you concentrate on how he feels inside of you. Despite the fullness and the stretch it doesn’t feel foreign as you expected. It feels like he belongs, like your body will mold to his because it knows it’s supposed to be him. 

Little salty droplets bead at the corner of your eyes as you think about this, and when you open them Wakatoshi is staring with an unknown expression. The emotion, the love, grows inside of you like a sunflower reaching for the sun. It tumbles from your lips when he, while never severing your gaze, pulls his hips out ever so slightly and plunges back into you.  A quick chaste “I love you” that you’re sure and are slightly thankful he doesn’t hear. The fear and insecurity bubbling and shielding the sun again.

You cry out instead, “Oh god Toshi!” He wraps his arms around your body, leaning his weight onto his arms to avoid putting it all on you but wanting to pull you closer to his body. Your arms wrap around his neck as he pulls out all the way and slowly plunges back inside you again, starting a slow sensual pace. He rocks his hips, latches his lips to your neck as you dig your hands into his hair and you lift your hips to feel more of him. 

His pace quickens as he becomes lost in the passion of your warm velvety walls, what he assumes is heaven. You’re moaning his name over and over, tears now falling down your cheeks as your ecstasy creeps upon you. When you feel the coil inside you snap, you pull him closer, nails digging into his back as your thighs shake and wrap around his waist. You cry out again, no longer able to hold it in, “I love you! Toshi, I love you so much!” 

The words tumble from your lips as his cum spills inside you and grunts your name loudly. He connects his lips with yours as the two of you ride out your orgasm together, as one. When you both come down from your high, he rubs his forehead against yours brushing his nose against yours before whispering in his deep baritone voice something you almost don’t make out. But when you do hear it, you wrap your arms around his neck again and hug him close, intent on never letting go. 

“I love you, little doe.”

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