#he's too simple that it kinda lost the fun i had w him

[caramelmochacrow]

oh yeah. uh. in bbtag (as of this moment) i play yuzuriha, linne, seth (kind of?), hazama, nine, yosuke, and weiss bc she's like londrekia.

[enhas-pov]

mean girl & the nerd

summary: everyone knows reader as the popular mean girl. she’s always seen making fun of people with her friends (aka minions) but someone who she loves making fun of in particular is choi soobin, the shy nerdy (rumored to be a perv) guy.

warnings: bullying(?), smoking, making out, teasing, smut, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slut shaming, reader is older than soobin, usage of “noona”

word count: 4.8k

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gosh i wonder how long this teacher could go on for. i’m sat in math class (the worst subject ever) next to my best friend, karina. i’m not paying any attention to what the teacher is saying and neither is she. she’s too busy fixing up her makeup while i’m sat here slowly dying of boredom. i was about to ask for permission to go to the bathroom so i could smoke, but that was before i realized that choi soobin was sat right in front of me.

of course he was paying attention to the teacher and writing down notes, fucking nerd. i rip a piece of paper out of my notebook and grab my pen. i write down a simple “meet me in the bathroom” before curling up the paper in my hands and throwing it at the back of his head. he brings his hand up to the back of his head before turning around in his chair to face me. his hair is hanging over his face, and he’s wearing those cute black glasses that i seem to like so much on him. i give him a small smile and wave at him before pointing at the piece of paper i threw at him. “open it” i mouth, and in return i get a confused bunny look from him.

i’m not gonna lie, i pick on soobin a lot. why? i think he’s kinda cute. he can be annoying sometimes in class when he’s being all smart and shit, but besides that he’s got a pretty face and a nice body. i’m actually kinda shocked he’s a loner that gets absolutely zero attention from any girl. maybe he really is a pervert after all, that’s what everyone says about him.

i raise my hand in the air as soobin is opening the note. “may i go to the bathroom, miss?” once i got the teacher’s permission to leave the classroom, i get up from my seat. walking away, i can feel soobin’s eyes on me. i know he’s gonna follow me, he always does, and i can’t help but to like the way he follows me around like a lost puppy.

i lean against the sink to the girls bathroom as i inhale the smoke from the cigarette that’s in between my lips. i turn my head to the side when i hear the door opening, revealing soobin who’s walking in looking all shy and nervous. “choi soobin? what are you doing in the girls bathroom?” i throw a bit of sarcasm at him since i love the reactions i always get from him. “i- the note..” he stutters while his eyes are looking down at his feet. “why do people call you a pervert? hm?” i ask, watching him shrug his shoulders. i put my cigarette out before walking over to him and grabbing him by his collar earning a shocked reaction from him. i drag him to one of the stalls before throwing him in and locking the door behind us.

“i think i know why” i push him up against the wall making him whimper as he squeezed his eyes shut. “you’re not gonna look at me? how disrespectful..” i scoff, bringing my hands up his chest. i couldn’t help but smile when i felt his body shiver at the touch of my hands. i looked up at him to see that his eyes were open, all though he wasn’t looking at my face.

i remove one my hands from his chest to grab his. he furrows his eyebrows when i help move his hands up to my chest, placing each hand on each one of my boobs. “play with them” i say which finally made him look down at me. “w-what?” his eyes widened at my words, his glasses falling down to the tip of his nose. “i didn’t wear a bra today, you know why?” i ask, cocking my head at him. he shook his head, his hands that were placed on my boobs were slightly shaking, i could tell he had no idea what to do or how to play with them.

i stand up on my tiptoes to reach his level, leaning in so that my lips were brushing against his ear lobe. soobin was also incredibly tall which made him a lot more attractive. “for you” i whispered against his ear. “i didn’t wear a bra for you today, bunny” when i felt his shaky breath against my neck, it sent a shiver down my spine which had never happened to me before. whenever i would tease soobin, it’d never affect me. why was it now so suddenly?

his hands that were completely frozen and placed on my boobs were now slowly moving. i moaned in his ear on purpose when his thumbs brushed against my nipples, and i was kinda surprised when i earned a moan back from him. i leaned away from his ear to look him in his eyes, but he quickly looked up at the ceiling. “do i make you nervous?” i ask, bringing my hands up to cup his face. he bit down on his lip to muffle his moans while his hands started squeezing my breasts and moving them around in a circular motion. i let out a sigh, my hand traveling down from his face all the way down to his hardened bulge. he let out a gasp when my hand brushed against his member. “i asked you a question, bunny. do i make you nervous?” i look up at him with my doe eyes, finally making eye contact with him when he decides to look down at me.

“y-yes, noona” he stutters once again. he’s so cute when he calls me noona. “you’re really cute.. you know?” i slowly start palming his bulge through his school uniform, his mouth hanging open while he throws his head back against the wall. the grip he still has on my breasts tightens the more i rub him. “do you want more?” i ask him, leaning towards his face so that our lips are almost touching. “mhm!” he whimpers, attempting to kiss me before i pull back, but not too far so that we’re still close enough.

“do you want to feel more of me? or do you want me to feel more of you?” i place a small kiss on the corner of his lips before kissing a trail from his ear, below his his jawline and down to his neck. i felt him leaning into me and the kisses i was giving him, like he wanted more. “both.. b-both. i want both! noona, please..” i smiled against his neck when he started begged and crying while being a moaning mess. it was humiliating if i’m gonna be honest, but i enjoyed every bit of it. out of nowhere he pinched both of my nipples making me moan along with him.

“shit..” i curse under my breath. what was he doing to me? i take a few steps back, completely pulling myself away from him, leaving him confused and wanting more. “why’d you stop..?” he asked, panting while his chest rose up and down at a quick pace. “it’s lunch and i’m hungry. see you later, bunny” i smile at him before unlocking the door to the bathroom stall and walking away.

“i don’t get it..” karina says, looking down at the sheet of paper in front of her. we took a math test not that long ago, and while i was busy in the bathroom with soobin, everyone got their results in. “no way you got 30%” wonyoung laughs, waving her test that says “85%” in front of karina’s face. “shut up.. it was difficult” karina mumbles. “no it wasn’t. you’re just a bimbo” i say, playing around with my food that looks very unappetizing. “you guys are mean-“

“hey, look” wonyoung cuts karina off, pointing at a guy who’s sat alone at one of the lunch tables. “soobin is such a loser” karina laughs at him. “at least he’s smart” i hear karina gasp and wonyoung laugh before i get up from my seat, “come on” i order them. walking over to soobin who’s sat alone along with my friends, i sit down on top of the table in front of him, karina takes a seat right next to him and wonyoung is stood behind him. (basically caging him in) he looks up from his food, looking around at the three of us stood around him. he paused, not knowing what to do while having that cute confused look on his face.

“enjoying your lunch?” wonyoung asks him, placing her hand on his shoulder. “what do you look like without these” karina brought her hands up to his face and took his glasses off. he tried to grab them from her, but she was quick to pull away while laughing at him. he lowered his head looking real embarrassed and i couldn’t help but to feel kinda pissed off. watching my friends make fun of him, it made me feel kinda.. jealous? i don’t know why. it’s okay if i make fun of him since that’s just different, but i didn’t like how they were the ones bothering him.

i reached my hand out, grabbing soobin’s glasses out of karina’s hands. i grabbed soobin by his chin, tilting his head up so he’d look at me. i placed his glasses back on his face and felt my heart skip a beat when he gave me a small smile. i could feel karina and wonyoung’s eyes on me, like i was being judged by them but i couldn’t care less. “___?” i looked up at wonyoung who called my name, realizing soobin and i had been looking at each other for a long second. “yeah, whatever. let’s go” i get off the table, giving soobin a quick look who still hasn’t taken his eyes off me. “but, what about-“ “are you fucking dense? i said let’s go” i curse at karina who instantly got up from the chair she was sat in, following me out of the cafeteria along with wonyoung.

“fuck me..” i whisper to myself, looking down at my test score that says “40%” how did i score so low? i was so confident i did good. “who’s the bimbo now?” karina laughs, all though her smile drops when i throw her a glare. “jeez..” she mumbles. “___ and karina, i suggest you get yourselves a tutor unless you want to fail” fail? i can’t fail. “i can tutor them” i hear wonyoung say from across the classroom. “that would be great-“

“actually, miss. soobin offered to tutor me already, is that okay?” soobin turned around quietly looking at me more dazed than ever. of course he didn’t offer to tutor me, but i wanted to spend more time with him alone. “of course. i think that would help you a lot since soobin scored 100%. right, soobin?” the teacher asks, looking over at soobin who doesn’t know what to say. “y-yes, miss” he stutters. i love how he never says no to me, it makes me want him even more. “okay everyone that’s it for today, i’ll see you all on monday”

once the teacher and most of the students had left the classroom, i got up from my chair and walked over to soobin who was packing all of his stuff up. “my place?” i ask, tilting my head at him. he looks up at me and slightly nods, it was obvious he was nervous about coming over to my place. “i’ll see you then, bunny” i look around to make sure no one was looking before giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. i giggled a bit when he looked away fast, covering his face when his cheeks turned red.

i looked at myself in the mirror, eyeing my own body in probably the most sluttiest pajamas ever. did i wear them on purpose because soobin is coming over to tutor me? of course not. my ass and tits were practically hanging out while my whole stomach was revealed. if my strict ass parents were home they’d kill me for being in my “underwear”.

i tried to hide back a smile when i heard the door bell ringing. i quickly left my room and made my way down the stairs, rushing over to the front door. i opened the door to reveal a unexpectedly hot soobin. he was wearing grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt that stuck to his torso. what the fuck? i was the one who was supposed to be seducing him. but instead i’m the one who’s drooling over him. well, kinda..

soobin was definitely drooling over me as well. don’t think i missed the way his eyes instantly dropped down to my tits the second i opened the door. he was just stood there looking hotter than ever, holding his books and wearing his cute glasses while staring at my tits. “are you just gonna stand there?” i ask him, slightly moving to the side so he could make his way inside. “r-right. sorry” after he walked past me, i shut the door behind me and grabbed him by his bicep which took him off guard. i walked him towards the stairs and lead him up to my room.

“are your parents not here?” he asked, sitting down on my bed right next to me. “nope. they’re always on work trips and stuff, but i’m glad they’re not here” i placed my hand on his thigh dangerously close to his bulge. he nervously looked down at my hand before clearing his throat. “y-you’re struggling with math.. right?”

“uhuh. math sucks” i removed my hand from his thigh and leaned back against my pillows. my only view now was his back. “i think math is fun” he said, looking through the books he had brought with him. “that’s because you’re a nerd, choi soobin” he didn’t say anything back to me, like he was embarrassed of being a nerd or something. “don’t worry about it. i like that about you” i said, moving closer to his back that was facing me. i placed my hand on his bicep before placing my chin on his shoulder, looking down at the books along with him.

the second he felt my touch, he stopped turning the pages when his hand paused. i heard his breath hitch, and he swallowed nervously when my hand started tracing up and down his bicep. i used my other hand to point at something random in the book, “what does that mean?” i ask, turning my head slightly to look at him. “i-it’s.. uhm-“ i had leaned in closer and placed a soft kiss on his neck, stopping him from answering any kind of question i ask him. he get’s way too nervous and shy, it’s cute. “it’s what?” i question, watching his lips tremble slightly at my touch. “to find the critical points, you need to compute the first derivative of ( P(x) ). P’(x) equals \frac{d}{dx}(2x^3 minus 6x^2 plus 4x minus 12-“

what the fuck was he on about? i definitely needed an explanation for the explanation, but i had a better idea in mind. “bunny..” i said, reaching my hand out to close the book that was in front of him. “y-yeah?” he turned his head to meet my mine that was resting on his shoulder. i looked him in his eyes before leaning in slowly, placing a kiss on his lips. soobin didn’t kiss me back right away and i could tell it was because he was in disbelief. i pulled away before he could even get the chance to react. i watched him open his eyes that he shut closed when i had kissed him. now he wouldn’t take his eyes off mine, and i couldn’t bother to tear mine off his either. i could feel my heart beating faster the longer we maintained eye contact.

i broke the eye contact by turning my attention to the books again. i brought my hand out, using it to push the books to the side causing them to fall off my bed. his eyes followed my every move when i moved around him, so instead of sitting behind him—i was now sat in front of him. facing each other, i moved in closer and sat myself down on his lap.

“i think.. maybe we should study later?” i tilted my head a little, tracing my fingers up and down his chest. i tried not to show a stunned reaction when i felt his literally—hard rock abs against the tip of my fingers. “i-i don’t understand.. i thought i was here for- to tutor you..?” i held back a smile when he struggled to get his words out. fuck, it actually turned me on at how nervous i made him. “you are. we’re simply just taking a break” my hand travelled down to the hem of his t-shirt before going underneath it, placing my whole hand on his abs.

his breath hitched when my cold hand touched his stomach. “b-but we barley even started..”that didn’t stop him from placing both his hands on my hips, pulling me in closer to him if that was even possible. “i know, bunny. but i’ve been waiting for this for so long. need you..” i swear i almost choked on my own words when his hands moved down to grip my ass harshly. “need you t-too..” he mumbled, shyly hiding his face in my neck. holy shit. “mmm.. do you now?” i began slowly grinding myself down on his bulge that was already hardened the second he had stepped into my house. “f-fuck.. yes, noona” he moaned quietly against my neck. soobin cursing was not something you’d hear often, it was kinda hot.

he let out a whine when i suddenly stopped my movements. i pulled away slightly, bringing my hands down to the waistband of his sweatpants before pulling it down far enough so that his dick sprang free. oh, soobin was huge. i knew he was big when i felt him through his pants, but i did not expect him to be this fucking big.. his tip was touching his stomach, red and angry leaking with pre-cum. i looked up at him to see him with his head thrown back while trying his best not to make a sound. if i’m gonna be honest, i was confident when grinding myself down on him, but now i’m kinda nervous.. i don’t think i’m gonna be able to take him.

“binnie.. why didn’t you tell me you were this big?” i pout, watching him throw me a quick glance before turning his head to the side. was he embarrassed of how big he was? “i-i’m sorry..” he murmured before squeezing his eyes shut to avoid any and all eye contact with me. “please look at me” i placed my hand on his chin, moving his head towards mine so he’d face me. he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze instantly meeting mine. “i don’t know if i’ll be able to take you-“

“please! i-i’ll make you feel good.. i promise! i need to be inside you, noona. p-please?” i was stunned at how desperate he was. so desperate he cut me off so he could beg and cry for his dick to be inside of me. “okay my bunny. i trust you’ll make me feel good” he nodded repeatedly while his eyes followed my hand that went down to his cock. i gave him a few strokes, listening to his whiny voice that was craving for my pussy. i used my other hand to pull my shorts along with my panties to the side, lining his dick up against my entrance. i took a deep breath, preparing myself for the amount of pain i was about to feel right now. don’t get me wrong, i was incredibly wet for soobin right now but it was obviously still gonna hurt, considering i hadn’t even prepped myself for his giant cock.

i let out a yelp the second his tip entered me. yes, just his tip.. soobin on the other hand was groaning while his hands gripped tightly at my ass. “you feel so good.. i-im sorry.. am i hurting you, noona?” he let out a whimper, brushing his lips against mine. i shook my head not wanting him to worry, quickly going back to focusing on the fact that he wasn’t even half way inside. i placed my hands on his shoulders for support, controlling my breathing as i forced myself to sink further down on him. thankfully, i was wet enough and his cock slipped right in. i was now sat there, cockwarming him while i was adjusting to his size.

i looked up at soobin who was staring down at me, desperately wanting me to make some sort of movement. i leaned in closer to him, pressing my lips against his. he moaned into the kiss, a moan that i happily swallowed. i brought my hands up to the back of his head and tugged on the strands of his hair, while his hands were massaging my ass cheeks. as we were making out, i realized that this felt a lot different. this didn’t feel like some random hook up, it felt like we were doing this with feelings? i don’t know how to explain it, but all i can say is that to me, soobin isn’t too bad after all. i know it sounds stupid, knowing i kinda bullied him and all. but i’m thinking that all this time when i’d make fun of him, it was really just because i felt something for him..? whatever, not like i was gonna let him know i felt this way anyway..

“okay, break’s over” soobin hummed in confusion with his eyebrows furrowed when i pulled away from the kiss. still sat on his dick, i leaned down a little to pick up one of the books from the floor which caused a movement that made soobin let out a soft moan. “here” i handed him the book that he slowly grabbed out of my hand, still with a confused expression on his face. “i thought we were gonna.. y-you know..” the poor boy was so cute and shy he couldn’t even bring himself to say the word sex. “have sex?” i asked, tilting my head to the side. he nodded shyly at my question, very eager to fuck me.

“right now, you need to tutor me. can you do that bunny? without getting distracted?” he bit down on his lip, him and i both knowing he wouldn’t be able to tutor me properly with me cockwarming his needy dick. “y-yes” he blurted out, eyes moving down to the book in his hands. “uhm.. calculus. it’s a branch of mathematics that deals with rates of change, differential calculus, and the accumulation of..” i wasn’t paying attention to a single word he was saying, i was just using this as a way to tease him. i held back a smile before clenching around him, causing him to stop mid-sentence with a whimper.

“i’m listenting..” i said, signaling for him to go back to talking about whatever he was trying to teach me. soobin was hesitant at first, he definitely knew what i was doing but he listened to me anyway and went right back to tutoring me. “t-the main concepts in calculus are limits, derivatives and integrals. a limit is a fundamental concept that helps us understand how..” i hummed, pretending to listen to what he was saying before slowly starting to roll my hips. soobin hissed before closing the book and tossing it. “what’s wrong baby? are we moving onto the next subject already-“

without a warning, soobin unexpectedly flipped us over. my eyes widened in shock when he grabbed both of my hands with just one of his, pinning them above my head and me down onto the bed. i was completely caught off guard by his actions considering soobin was not the kind of guy to take control. he always let me treat him like he was my bitch, maybe i got on his last nerve..

i cried out in pain when he started thrusting into me at an incredibly fast pace. i could feel his tip hit my cervix harshly at every single thrust. “s-soobin..?” i tried to free my hands from his grip, but he was surprisingly too strong. “s-shit.. don’t call me that” he cursed under his breath, throwing his head back in pleasure as he kept on abusing my pussy. “bunny..” i whimpered as tears began falling down my face. “yeah, good girl.. turns me on whenever you call me that” he leaned down close to my ear before he bit down on my earlobe, earning a painful moan from me. “did you enjoy it, hm? making fun of me with your pathetic little friends? f-fuck.. i enjoyed it as well you know? watching you order me around with that tiny little skirt that exposed your ass and pussy, a-and that tight fucking top that shaped your tits perfectly.. you’re such a fucking slut. made my cock hard every single day, had to jerk off at the thought of you being mean to me the second i got home..”

i watched him in horror as i was trying to process everything he just said. me bullying him turned him on? he’d jerk off to the thought of me whenever he got home..? i didn’t know soobin had this side of him, but at least i know why people call him a pervert now. i was struggling to get my words out as i was too fucked out to speak. all i could manage to do was to whimper and moan at the overwhelming feeling as the sound of skin slapping only got louder by the second.

“is it too much for you? i thought you wanted this when you were grinding down on my dick. where’d the confident, mean little slut go? hm?” his grip on my hands tightened when he used his other hand to pull my top right above my tits. i squeezed my eyes shut when he leaned down and started leaving hickeys all over my boobs. he’d bite down on my nipples, lick and then suck all over them. this man was hungry.. “c-close..” i managed to blurt out when i felt the heat growing in my stomach. “go on. cum all over my cock”

i screamed out his name when i felt my body tense as i released around him. my orgasm crashed over me, and i had never experienced a better fuck than this. “gonna fill you up until my cum drips out of you..” he mumbled as i felt his cock twitch inside of me. his hand finally let go of mine, allowing me to grip his biceps for support as the feeling only got more overwhelming. “‘m close..” he groaned, his hands moving down to my hips as he digged his fingers into my skin. he buried his face into my neck, a loud moan escaping his lips when his thick cum filled me up and painted my walls white. “t-take it.. take my cum” he panted against the skin of my neck as his thrusts only got sloppier. my eyes squeezed shut, my pussy tightening around his cock.

his heavy body rested against my chest as he was catching his breath and so was i. i felt his arms wrap tightly around my waist, trying to pull me in closer to him. my eyes fluttered open to see that he was still hiding his face in my neck. “b-bunny..?” i whimpered, only earning a soft moan from him. was he already back to being his cute, shy self? get a man that can do both i guess.. “i didn’t hurt you.. d-did i?” he asked, slowly looking up at me. i shook my head before placing a small kiss on his lips. “were you just really horny or what?” i giggled when he quickly hid his face back into my neck as he was clearly embarrassed.

“so..” karina said, putting her phone down to look over at me. “so?” i raised my eyebrows at her. “soobin tutored you? can’t imagine how that went..” right as karina finished her sentence, the teacher placed my test down in front of me that had ‘91%’ written on it. “good job, ___. i can see soobin being your tutor was the right choice” my teacher said, patting me on my shoulder. “mhm! my boyfriend is pretty smart” i proudly say, earning a confused look from everyone in my class. i looked over at soobin who was smiling to himself at me calling him my boyfriend, while everyone else were straight up judging me. but why should i care? i was happy.

[ilylovelyz]

whenever, wherever

pair : levi x fem!reader

warning(s) : semi - public sex, hair pulling, gagging, i can never create a full fic, cursing, alcohol, creampie, unprotected sex, cheating?, choking, degradation, breeding, slapping

soft pants and moans echoed throughout the side room, covered and surrounded by boisterous laughs and conversations of those who are not in the known. you and levi were currently at a gathering, just an excuse for a bunch of alcohol or whatever the fuck they were interested in to be passed around.

you remember the familiar faces you saw. nanaba, mike, erwin, hange, etc. they were all so pleased to see the two of you (or just you according to a mischievous hange.) the group of you were just chatting and talking about whatever was the hot topic before the special wine that they were offering was finally given to your little group.

half a bottle turned into a full bottle. and one full bottle turned into two full bottles, and so on. it wasn't long before the majority of you were drunk or at least a little tipsy. you included, drank most of the wine, and as result, you were absolutely hammered.

you weren't necessarily being obnoxious or rude like some (like nanaba). you were just being a little too friendly to strangers. to desperate men. and levi didn't like that. he followed you around like you were some lost puppy trying to find your owner or something while while he was the owner, trying to discreetly pull you back and away from the others so you could calm down and drink some water.

but nope! you didn't want that. you wanted to have some more "fun." as already annoyed levi was due to him not wanting to be around a bunch of old bastards, he was admittedly tipsy, but he did know what he was doing. at some point you thought it would be "funny" to try to hug some old bastard that was looking at you with dark, lusting eyes. yeah that didn't go over levi's head very nicely, as before you could even get a few inches near that guy, levi was already pulling you by your wrist and scolding you.

"tch, control yourself damn brat." he hissed. he didn't necessarily think you had bad intentions with those men, just that you were a fucking naive moron with no sense of boundaries in friendships. he felt kinda bad though, because you just wanted a simple hug from anyone, mostly from levi, but he never wants to hug.

however, when you nearly sat in some dude's lap was when he absolutely was done with your shit. he had no problem in grabbing you roughly by your waist and dragging you into one of the empty side rooms, ignoring the questionable gazes that were given to the two of you.

he roughly bent you over the desk, your chest lying down on the hard wood. he practically ripped off your giant green coat and trousers with ease, ignoring your displeased whines and shoving his own trousers down. "you wanna be a fucking brat? you can be one all right." he punctuated his sentence with a rough shove of his cock into your tight walls, watching the way you shivered and paused with shock and pleasure.

"a-ah, w-wait-" you mumbled, being cut off with another sharp thrust of his. reaching around so he could place his calloused hands down your throat, enjoying the way you gagged and moaned on them. he grunted and cursed at you. "you get what you we're practically asking for bitch. all over those men like that, in front of edwin and our comrades. you fucking embarrassed me." pulling out his fingers from your throat, instead wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing at the fragile skin.

"you like that? like everyone hearing how you're such a fucking whore?" he teased, free hand coming up to take a hold of your delicate strands of hair, roughly pulling your head back while his other hand remained at the base of your throat. "i-i-, levi-" you choked out, back arching against the desk as you were forced to prop yourself up on your elbows.

god, you were such a fucking whore. eyes rolling back to your head, face flushed red with your back arching naturally so he could hit that spot like it was second nature to you. he leaned in closer to you, pace still unforgiving and sharp. "you like this don't you?" he whispered in your ear, taking the opportunity to place rough open-mouthed kisses against your sensitive veins and jawbone. "you like being fucked like a whore. i've seen a bunch in my lifetime underground, you're just like them."

as your orgasm got closer to closer, the louder your gasps and moans got. "levi!" you moaned out, eyes dissociating and staring at nothing in particular. you were so blissed out. "you moan like a whore too." he mumbled into your neck, hands coming down to grope and squeeze your breasts through your button-up. as his orgasm got closer, he buried his nose into your neck, inhaling the toxic scent of your perfume and sweat.

placing soft sweet kisses to your nape, he pulled away, hands placed on your waist as he slowed down, only to deepen his thrusts. you whined at the sudden loss, crying out his name as frustrated tears stung at your eyes. "say how much you love it. say you're a whore." he demanded.

"i-i-m a whore.." you cowered, cheeks burning with embarrassment. he slapped your ass in displeasure. "louder, damn brat." tears slipping down your cheeks, you moaned out, "i-im a whore!"

he sickeningly grinned with that, "good whore," he teased, hand coming up to pat your hair like you're some bitch in heat. suddenly, his pace picked up once again, sound of rough skin-on-skin contact echoing throughout the room alongside your shameful moans and begs. someone was bound to hear.

you came, hard, with a loud sob, dropping down to the desk as you brought down your face to your clutched palms in embarrassment and shame. "f-fuck, i'm gonna fucking breed you, damn bitch-," he groaned out, hips coming to a stop as his warm seed filled your wet cunt, breeding you like the bitch you were.

leaving you lying over the desk, he slumped back into the chair behind it, loving the view of your trembling legs and swollen bred pussy leaking with his cum. he sighed in content.

what a good bitch.

[gaybananabread]

Hiii! Could you write a fic where Dipper challenges Wendy to a wrestling match, and loses miserably lol. While she’s sitting on him, he’s sore loser, so she tickles him to get him to shut up. If you could have her give him a raspberry or two, that would be great too! Ty!

It's been a hot second since I've written anything Gravity Falls. Kinda straying away from this fandom, I hope this doesn't suck! Enjoy!

Lee: Dipper

Ler: Wendy

Summary: After Dipper looses miserably in a wrestling match against Wendy, he decides to be a sore loser. Wendy teaches him some good sportsmanship.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

"C'mon Wendy, get off!"

Dipper shoves at his older friend, who's currently pinning his arms down on her bed. They had been watching a survival show, and he had bet Wendy that he could beat her in a wrestling match. Needless to say, he's five dollars poorer.

"Then quit acting like I cheated. I won, fair and square. Now say it." She smirked down at him, sitting on his waist and pinning his arms down with one hand.

She had known she would win, easiest five bucks ever. All he has to do is say the sentence. A simple 'You're stronger than me, oh great warrior', as agreed upon before they wrestled. But he wouldn't, the little snot.

"No, you so cheated! It's your bed, you probably knew an extra bouncy spot or something to throw me off!" He's honestly just grasping at straws. There was no heat behind anything he says, he was just being a bad sport on purpose.

Wendy, being the "responsible teen" she isn't, felt it was her job to fix that attitude. Adjusting her grip, she places a hand on his stomach, smirking. "Dude, I'm giving you one more chance. Say it or suffer the consequences."

Realization dawned on him in that moment. He *could* say the phrase. It would certainly be quicker. Then again, did he really want the fun to stop? And getting tickled isn't the worst consequence in the world...

"Make me, cheater!" A smile worked its way onto his face. He has an awful poker face. Wendy quickly realized what he wanted. If her friend wants to get the snot tickled out of him, who is she to say no?

She chuckles, shaking her head. "Fine. You asked for it, dude." Her fingers dig into his belly, scribbling across the sensitive skin. Squeaky, almost childish laughter poured from his mouth.

"W-Wehehehendy!" He squirmed and wriggled at the tickling. He may have wanted it, but that doesn't mean he has to act like it. He didn't make any real efforts to get away. He's enjoying this.

It's a pretty cute sight. Wendy quietly giggled along with him, his laughter contagious. "Wow, almost forgot how ticklish you are. It's kinda adorable."

Curious at what other kind of reaction she could get, she lifted his shirt. He squeaked as he felt the cool air of the room on his bare skin. He giggles in anticipation, eyeing her hands with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. That was gonna be bad.

She scratched around his belly button, occasionally dipping her finger inside to scratch at the ticklish interior. He squealed, twisting and turning as his laughter doubled. He tugged at his arms, trying to break her grip on his arms. He failed.

"NOHOHO! NOHOT THEHEHRE!" Wendy chuckled, getting an idea. Raspberries drive her little brother up the wall. She wondered how they'd work on Dipper. Only one way to find out...

Taking a deep breath, she blew a massive raspberry right on his belly button. Dipper shrieked, tossing his head back and bucking his hips. It was both horrible and amazing, though he couldn't tell you how. It just was.

"Wohow, man. You've got some good pipes, huh? Let's see what happens if I do this..." With an evil chuckle, she leaned down, giving him multiple raspberries in the same spot while her hand danced along his ribs.

Dipper lost his mind, squirming and bucking wildly. It was overwhelming in the best way. He couldn't think, save for "oh my gosh it tickles it tickles it TICKLES!" He just tossed his head back, unable to do anything other than laugh and squeal like a deranged piglet.

Soon, his laughter took on a wheezing edge, tears of mirth sliding down the sides of his eyes. Wendy took that as her sign to give him a break and tone it down.

"Woah, remember to breathe, man. Don't wanna kill you. Stan would make me finance the funeral, and I'm broke enough as is." She chuckled, rubbing his belly to try and dull the sensations. Dipper still giggled like a schoolgirl, trying and failing to regain his composure.

After a few seconds of giggling and soothing rubs, Dipper got ahold of himself. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back. "Jeez.. that was just cruel, Wendy."

She smirking, drumming her fingers on his belly. "Who said I was done? You still have something to tell me, sore loser." She began tickling him again, much slower than before. She slowly moved across his midsection, gently fluttering her fingers against his sides, belly, ribs and navel.

He giggled like crazy, groaning as he squirmed weakly. He was tired, and the tickling was wearing him down quickly. "F-fihihine! Yohohu're strohonger than mehehe, oh greheheheat waharriohohor!"

The second he finished the sentence, her fingers lifted off him. She released his arms, laying down beside him on the bed. He pulls his shirt back down, hugging his midsection.

"You're, like, adorkably ticklish. How are you still alive?" He just groaned, lightly kicking the teen. Wendy laughted, nudging him. She could tell he was tired, and that something calm would probably be best. "Hey dude, you maybe wanna watch a movie? It's a Saturday, and I've got nothing better to do."

"...yeah, sure. Wanna turn it on to the crappy horror movie channel?" Dipper turned to face her, a small smile and blush still on his face. She nodded, grabbing the remote and turning on the Geavify Falls Extra Scary Movies channel.

They spent the next few hours poking fun at the awful movies, Dipper passing out after the third film. All in all, ot a bad day for the duo.

[misc-obeyme]

i just had a major breakthrough last night and wrote four pages of bullet points with random plot ideas, scenarios, and dialogue in my sketchbook 😅 IT WAS SO LATE AT NIGHT I CAN BARELY READ MY OWN HANDWRITING

I'm still trying to figure out the proper term, but Solomon is majoring in music composition !! Wiki says his favorite genre is classical music, and I like the idea he would want to create his own. His main instrument is piano !! But he has basic knowledge of guitar and the violin. (It'll be mainly running into the coffee shop together separately and living their lives, but once they get closer, Sol tries teaching me piano because i wanted to learn- THERE'S A BACKSTORY TO THIS AND ANOTHER PLOT IDEA !!!)

Simeon is also studying at the same college, and is writing TSL online. He has his own website, and Solomon creates pieces to go along with scenes in the book. (This is a whole other plot point)

I think right now it's going "Horror Night/Realizations" (the three of them going to see a movie that Solomon was excited to see, end up at a diner afterwards) -> "Burned CD's/Mammon Playlist Drama" (hehehe- WAIT IT'S NOT ANGST, GOTTA CLARIFY THE RECORD STORE DOES N O T BURN DOWN) -> "Halloween Party w/ Asmo" (A vampire, a werewolf, and a devil. What could go wrong? Or right? 👀) -> "Retail Therapy/Talks" (bookstores are a girl's best friend)

I haven't decided what role every character will play, but Levi makes an appearance with the CD stuff, Asmo throws the party and is studying to be a fashion designer, Satan owns a bookstore that I frequently visit (ANOTHER PLOT POINT AHAH), and Lucifer makes another appearance.

i keep writing things down and then getting more ideas and it feels like one big web, BUT IT'S ALL CONNECTED !! This is so much fun !! So technically yes, apprentice ish on the side, and Mammon does confess (kinda). I HAVE THIS PLANNED OUT BUT I DIDN'T WANT THIS TO GET LONG (IT DID ANYWAY), I JUST WANTED TO SHARE BECAUSE I'M WRITING THIS AS I GET READY FOR WORK AJDJJSD OKAY BYEEE

- ✨ anon

Wow this really is turning into an epic love story for the ages!! I love it lol!

Ohhhh music major, eh?!? My main instrument is also the piano! What a coincidence! Okay, actually, that's really easy to figure out considering my OC is a music demon and he is also known for his piano skills alskdfj. But Arsenios is a demon so he has magical talent that allows him to play any instrument. He's like everything I wish I could be as a musician lol!!! But anyway, got a bit sidetracked there, sorry. I love Solomon as a composer. That just feels like something he'd get lost in, you know? Music can be simple, but it can also be really complicated. And just imagine that guy getting lost in writing some kinda orchestral masterpiece... Or if he did a little conducting too, that baton is basically a magic wand...

Anyway, I love how we're getting all the other characters involved now, too!

See, you've already got the timeline, too!

I mean, what you're doing right now is basically outlining a story! I never outline anything because I am a degenerate, but that's exactly the kinda thing that a lot of people do before writing. So you're setting yourself up for success, I'd say! I mean, it's all whatever, writing is a personal process!

I'm loving your ideas and I'm loving the enthusiasm!! This right here is exactly why I write - because it's fun!

I hope you continue to enjoy coming up with ideas and if you do decide to write it, I hope you enjoy yourself!!

[ladyseidr]

vanessa headcanons / portrayal notes but i'm too lazy to make her headcanon banner or even write coherent thoughts so you just get a bullet point list:

definitely a reluctant follower but as things progress she gets more. . . attached might be a strong word, but she stops hating glitch so much. this does not last once she escapes him obv

like it's literally: oh funny rabbit guy but this is a glitch i need to figure out -> okay i hate his vibe -> get out of my head i hate you -> i might as well learn to live with you -> i've completely isolated myself from all friends except you so i guess that makes you. . . almost a friend -> post-game deeply traumatizing by the violating of like. literally having her autonomy taken away from her

still carries deep guilt and resentment for the murders during moments where she's fighting back / he's not in control at all

vanessa is the only fucking character in fn.af who would genuinely seek therapy after every thing and i think she should get an award for that

researches the franchise + william af.ton in a lot of detail when The Hell Begins and is horrified but also has to deal with glitch being very fond of his very dead creator

basically, not in the suit: glitch is like an annoying little voice in her head who she has to stop herself from arguing out loud with in the supermarket

in the suit: he's like. not Literally in control but heavily, heavily, heavily influences her thoughts and actions. can make her think almost anything is the right decision

( okay it's not as simple as "in the suit" and "out of the suit," but you catch my drift. she can absolutely "come out of it" while wearing the suit, and she can def be under his control while not )

i said it before but: scene girl in high school. like, she has rainbow extensions when not under glitch's control, of course she was a scene girl

genuinely loves the glamr.ocks, despite everything

generally i don't want to go with her owning / being in complete charge of the pizza.plex because that's silly to me, but i don't have an alternative, esp because like who would it be??? i just shrug.

genuinely concerned abt gregory or any other kid who gets in, esp because she Knows What's Going On. she literally knows that she's a threat herself.

favorite animals? cats and horses

took the help wa.nted job because, like. she needed the money + she's absolutely a gamer so it seemed fun. especially because she had never played VR before

doesn't have a favorite color and will argue if you try to get her to pick. definitely enjoys bright colors, though

absolutely thought fazb.ear entertainment was full of shit from the start, but she wasn't actually that familiar with the history, so

literally will adopt gregory post-game. tries to act kind of like a big sister but never had any siblings so she's incredibly lost fdhskfashfjdlsah

introvert, but enjoys having a small, close group of friends. she ghosts them during the glitch stuff, but the ones that matter are there for her when she gets back ( and def understand when she. . . kinda explains what was going on )

although "i adopted a kid" "you w h a t " FDHFKDSHJFHS

has absolutely nothing to do with her parents, for valid reasons

completely traumatized post-game to the point that she questions whether her own thoughts are "really" hers. she seriously doubts her own sanity at times, is often scared she didn't "actually" get rid of glitch, and questions her ability ( and worthiness, given her actions under brainwashing ) to take care of herself, much less gregory

like i mention on her page, i'm open to writing any ending and don't treat one as canon on this blog. however, it should be noted that i'm not a fan of the burnt.rap ending ( fully biased by the fact that i don't like burnt.rap's existence ). that's not to say i'm not willing to write it, but i'm prob not interested in writing directly with burnt.rap himself

as also mentioned on her page, she's a lesbian, so there won't be any shipping with her and glitch or william ( or any man lmao ). if glitch still wants to be weird, that's on him, but she won't be receptive period.

loves creative stuff!! is an artist ( esp with pencils or digital, but can paint a bit ), enjoys decorating her apartment, and adores dressing up in pretty clothes!

also genuinely enjoys programming. yes, it is soured for her post-game.

will self-sabotage herself even pre-game ( eating nothing but takeout, not getting outside enough, isolating, etc ). therapy helps post-game.

[the-acid-pear]

Just had an insane dream where the two main realities were Me Lost In A Maze and Me Being Socially Awkward On Tumblr.

The Tumblr part was somehow more twisted at turns, because there was this one friend who asked me to make a post of them making a joke implying they're available and then a DIFFERENT mutual and friend asked me about them (being a little, tiny bit racist I think too but not maliciously just in the "I have no clue who this man is why do we need to hook up"). As I tried to blow MYSELF up with my mind another mutual bestie announced he was gonna start playing FNAFB, because for the last 3 nights in a row that game has been in my dreams, and this was no exception. His bit was the most calm no talking to me just gaming also FNAFB which is usually an RPG was now a 3D side scroller with these abstract, simple and natural yet dimly lit areas and huge enemies, which i reasoned with saying "must be the final mix, a lot changed in the remake :)". Also he has changed his pfp but not entirely he just upgraded the model which was so silly and jarring 2 me. There's another occurrence but that happens in the maze.

How I ended in the maze I'm not sure. I remember however I was in this like, starting room, and Golden Freddy's head who threatened me (not w yiffying my dick something less scary) and told me to count the pancakes on a woman's plate. I giggled bc i didn't take him seriously, I didn't take most of this too seriously, maybe I signed up here willingly, and aside from going those are like 8 pancakes aren't they? I asked if she'd be the key to leaving to which he didn't answer but I assumed to be true.

From there I started running down these backroom pools eske places like these long tiled halls with cool blueish lighting. I saw a lot of faces I knew but I can't recognize the main girl who was grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me along. When I think of it too hard I think she might've been me but then it's like no it's someone else I knew this girl idk from WHERE... (Which is a new one I always recognize ppl from my dreams). Also ran into The Milf Indeed but she had no pancakes though I think she was my childhood's bestie milf who I never got over she was such a gorgeous tall woman. Also uh ... Yeah my closest friend from highschool. He was there.

I think it's worth admitting I was getting kinda emotional here despite being forced to run thru these places being held by the wrist and then being given confusing directions like I was in TSP (which I naturally did wrong just like my man 🫡) bc i was like I'm really enjoying my time here with you guys :) they ignored me tho. Anyway after going like "I TRUST MY GUT FEELING MORE THAN Y'ALL" and going down a third door in the middle I ended up in this dark room.

I think the dream transitioned with me going on Tumblr and the above I mentioned happening but when I got out I realized this was some sort of water filtering room? It was kind of ship-like. It's really hard to explain. Like there was this circle in the middle held by these beams (on the floor, all of them) and I think that's where the water came and left. Touched a button on the wall and the water started raising and I freaked out bc this was meant to be a fun game and now I could actually die. I started looking around and found this little contraption that asked for a code OR an USB. Also a little dog was scratched in the USB slot which was cute. But I had NEITHER because I did NOT talk to the milf! And I was SO upset about this like am I going to die now because I soft locked my ass irl?! Like this already seemed to Not be the place I'd be in hence the escape route but I didn't pick it so 💥

So I started looking for ways out and I was gonna cut a cable to put to a phone (a cordless one) but then i realized Hey I Have My Phone I'd Go Ask On Tumblr! And this is where I saw the third mutual but also where the FOURTH comes in after I was like dude I'm stuck on this maze and it's filling with water and I missed the hint can you help me out and give me the code?

And this man was so powerful actually I was physically outside the room and found myself now next to him sitting on a couch. He was wearing this mostly unbuttoned plaid shirt and was double his real size and also hairier. I was eating this pudding like white thing with a very thin and small spoon. He started rambling about telephone car services and then brought up something about his boobs and when he did that I was not eating my pudding but him w my stupid fancy spoon except it has the exact same consistency (also I hesitated at first before actually doing it bc he seemed ok with it) so I kept eating and he kept rambling about god knows what and then at the end (bc i was visualizing all of this but it was actually just an ask he was answering as I was hallucinating this) he was like oh yeah and the code is [word] and suddenly he was intact and I had only been chewing my pudding thing. And I was like THANKS 👍 and left and when I put the code I woke up.

And I woke up an hour later than usual because of this, too.

[skorchinq]

Bows Only: Third Time’s the Charm

[IDs in alt text]

Not only did we have a free Faruzan and a Ganyu banner in 3.6, but 3.7 brought the Ibis Piercer bow in the event and the third Yoimiya banner since this account began. Which of these banners will prove fruitful? Will we get Ganyu? Will Yoimiya finally come home after dodging us twice? Let’s find out...

First thing’s first, finally did the ascension quest! It brought us up to world level 7 and AR 52-- but nearly 53.

and of course, it didn’t take much longer to actually reach 53...

After this, I did something I haven’t done on this account in a long time... I actually played the Archon quest.

Excuse me sir... sir?

Got this crazy screenshot with two Paimons. Woah

Omgoose Hi Kujou Saraaaa hi hiiiii :3

I once again forgot my name was DavidBowie and choked

But anyways look at this incredible Ganyu piece I got!!

Our first max ascension character has got to be Amber, of course. And we’ve finally done it!

We even made some progress in the Abyss!

And after ages, I finally got the Inazuman craftable bow. It’ll be good for Yoimiya... one day...

We got the Liyue statues all the way up to Level 9! Which means we can finally complete chapter 8 of the adventurer’s handbook!

We’re pretty close to finishing chapter 9, too...

Oh I forgot about this until I found the screenshot making this post... this had me cackling. Someone joined my world, asked one question, and left...

idk guys, they may claim to be a simple wanderer who idolizes Kaeya_bulge26 on tiktok, but I kinda get the feeling that... do you think they might actually be Kaeya_bulge26 on tiktok??? I dunno...

Anyway I finished chapter 9

And got Tartag to max ascension!

And Kujou Sara to max friendship!

I then got a 5* on the standard banner! Can you guess who it was?

I hate everything

Back to the Archon Quest! Hi Teppei!!!

Bye Teppei I left to do the Brewing Developments Event

Ok we’re back! Hi Gorou!

Also this guy...

Don’t lie to me Nathan. I know what you are

Yes that’s right. Our time to fight side by side with Gorou has finally come. Not like he’s been here since the very beginning or anything

Venti’s max ascended!!

And I got a northlander billet fighting Boreas! since we already have all 3 bows that use it, we’ll use this to refine Amber’s weapon.

Teppei you goof

Gorou is max friendship as well!

It was then... that we finally got Ganyu!!

and a couple Fischl cons to boot!

And oh Archons we are at World Level 8.

Well, it should be no issue now that we have Ganyu. She’s strong, graceful, and most of all...

She’s great for collecting pigeon meat :)

Anyway. I got another gold on the standard banner, but unfortunately it ended up being nothing more than weapon fodder...

After that, we did the Interdarshan Championship event and got our free Faruzan!

I scrambled to get that event done in a single day... and in 3.7, the King of Invocations event was the same. tbh I was pretty burnt out w/ genshin for a while, I probably would have skipped the 3.7 event entirely if it weren’t for the fact that it gave a bow. I didn’t even bother to screenshot it cause it was late and I forgor. I did get it tho. It’ll be a nice Tighnari weapon when we get him.

And of course, given my pity was reset when I got Ganyu and I wasn’t playing much, it should come as no surprise that... yeah, I didn’t get Yoimiya on her banner. I did get her somewhere else, though!

You can’t escape me in TCG, at least.

Hey, we’ll get her next time. Fourth time’s the charm, right?

Now, 4.0′s coming up, and we’ve got both Yelan and Lyney to go for... I’m going to pull for Yelan first, but should we manage to get her I’ll pull for Lyney after! Since starting this account a year ago, we’ve lost every single 50/50 to Jean... but this patter will finally change on Fontaine. I believe it! I’m manifesting it!!! We WILL get Yelan!!! ...or at least lose the 50/50 to Tighnari instead!

Look, my standards are really low at this point. I just want bow characters man

Also fun fact! I’ve been trying to post this update for literal weeks, but I was experiencing some uhhh. technical difficulties

See, the post editor on web doesn’t let me add alt text. Everywhere on the internet says that there should be an icon with three dots you can click to add the alt text but there. is not. It doesn’t matter if I hover over or click the image, it doesn’t change, there is no icon to click on the image anywhere. But that was fine because it still worked just fine on mobile! So what I’d do for previous posts in this series is make the first draft of the post on web (because that’s where all the screenshots are), save, and then go back and edit the draft on mobile, adding alt text IDs then.

And here’s where the problem arises: recently, for no apparent reason, I can no longer edit or post drafts on Tumblr mobile. I can view my drafts. I can open them. I can change things. But no matter if I hit save changes or post now or anything else, Tumblr then experiences an error, it doesn’t post, and none of my changes are saved. It just goes back in my drafts the way it was before I edited it.

So, if I can’t edit drafts on mobile, I’ll have to do it on web. I quickly tested to make sure it worked, and it did! But I still. can’t add alt text in the tumblr post editor.

Until I had the idea to add alt text not through the post editor but through the Inspect element! Once again, I tested it out and it seemed to work. Adding alt text through the inspect element on web and then saving caused that alt text to show up when viewing the draft on another device! So, I finally was able to finish the post! Literally the day Fontaine drops!

I’m thinking of liveblogging my Yelan pulls. Which will be in like half an hour lol. So! Stay tuned for that!

[missmeinyourbones]

What do you think about AOT characters and valentines day? Like what would they do for you

fun fact: i dont really like valentines day :/ lmfao i think its so overhyped and its just another capitalism driven day where youre forced to buy chocolates and flowers for your s/o when you should be doing that normally 🤨 on a lighter note i guess it is a nice excuse to spoil ur s/o and make them feel special :) so here are some thoughts on what they would do for you

eren is dicking you down all day LMFAOOO and he’s so annoying about it too. you wake up and he does that stupid little thing where he’s like “hmmmmm is today a special day??? any particular reason i love you extra today???” please hes so irritating. probably gets you a promise ring or something and when ur like aw baby this is so nice!!!! he’s like “...nice enough to give me head? 😀” LOL

armin is the CUTEST. wakes you up with breakfast in bed w all of your favorites. has a whole itinerary planned with museum visits and coffee stops and walks through the park. he probably gives you a bunch of little gifts throughout the day but definitely makes you something handmade  <3 his card leaves you ugly sobbing and he’s kinda scared

mikasa stays in with you all day. like refuses to leave your side. you guys cuddle all morning and watch ur favorite movies and order in takeout. i think she just loves spending quality time with her s/o and uses this day as an excuse to be stuck to your hip. gets you the most THOUGHTFUL GIFT. it could be something you were looking at in passing or something you mentioned you needed once and she gets you the best most expensive full out version of it :(

jean is a simple man, so he buys you your favorite flowers and chocolate/candy and shows up at your door like he’s in a romcom. in a suit and all. ur probably like “baby i thought we agreed not to do anything crazy” and he’s like oh you think this is crazy???? you made me tone it down :/ he just loves to spoil his s/o so this is kinda just another regular day for him. buys you an anklet with a J on it bc he’s a freak

connie is so proud of himself. king makes a scavenger hunt!!!!! :) :) he comes up with all of these cute little personalized clues that send you all around town like where you had your first date, your guys’ favorite fast food place, the park that he slipped on ice at and ate complete shit in front of you :) its so fun and exciting and it ends with u meeting him at a cute little ice rink for iceskating and drinking hot chocolate :) he’s sweet when he tries

sasha has a vacation booked in advance for you guys :((((( she makes sure you take a few days off of work and rents out a little cabin by the lake or by a cute beach town where you guys can try all of these new restaurants and play boardwalk arcade games :(((( she’s really nervous for absolutely no reason :(((( im in love with her :(((

levi makes you a homemade meal because he’s a fuckin snob. he’s all why would i take you out somewhere just for it to be crowded with couples and eat shitty food when i could do it myself and guarantee you like it??? probably sets the table and puts a candle in the middle like he sees in the movies lmfao. he loves you a lot and doesn’t say it often, so he uses this day as an excuse to be a little more open with his love

reiner makes a reservation at an extremely expensive and boujee restaurant bc he wants to impress you and “treat his baby to the finest dining around!” gets so incredibly disappointed when he realizes that they lost his reservation. tries to politely reassure the hostess that he’s sure he called ahead!!!! check under his last name maybe??? once you convince him it’s fine really it’s no big deal babe you guys get fast food or something and eat it on the hood of his car in a parking lot LMFAO it’s the thought that counts babes <3

porco makes you hair and nail appointments and forces you to go to them with his credit card LMFAO you offer to pay and he gets all serious like. dont ever venmo me money ever again😐 probably takes you out whenever you wanna go and doesn’t care how long you might have to wait. makes a joke about proposing that you don’t find funny 😒

thank you for requesting this! p.s. if you dont have a valentine and ur reading this, ur my valentine now. i dont make the rules. dinner is on me tonight baby what do u want 

[italoniponic]

okay, okay

can I plz request a short story w/ silver using 2nd POV (using you instead of y/n) about him getting kabedonned OR flustered by the reader

bonus if the reader is like smooth, but like teenager-smooth... as in the reader and silver thinks they're acting cool but then lilia's out here sipping tea being like "...cringe, but it is love."

LMAO the whole DIASOMNIA gang watching us fluster silver HELP

everyday I think of my wife and cry

i spend an hour in my bed doing nothing but thinking of him yesterday until midnight

😊 fun!

many thanks in advance~

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, my fellow Cherry! Christ, this ask… where do I even begin talking about this ask?? I tried to blend some of your suggestions together and it really got into a cringe-worthy but funny situation.  Reader’s smooth antics are kinda inspired by how Maleficent talked to Philip in the og movie (yk the scenes). And I CURSE tumblr and my own mature mind for sensing a tension I never once saw on those scenes. Not on ship lever or anything but, oh God, it’s… cursed tension, simply cursed tension (I also blame Maleficent’s eye movements, they’re so well animated and this is great and cruel at times) And wow, I already made some sort of cheeky reader for a Riddle request but this reader? This one?! The shameless disastrous flirt? The way I managed to combine two languages pick-up lines?? I was dying in ways I never thought was possible, this is a comedy masterpiece! I really hope you like it! (really) Thanks for the request <3 |

Silver x g!n cheeky and flirtatious reader / ft. diasomnia gang as support /scenario / comedy-kun kabedonned fluff-chan~ / 1,4k words / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry’s Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

Flustered Beauty

You didn't have to wonder or ask how Silver got into that sudden situation because you were the one to blame for it. Let's recap the scene a little.

Once upon a time, a simple and innocent Silver had invited you to spend the afternoon on Diasomnia. You could study, walk around, or just spend time together in his bedroom, eventually sleeping in anticipation of something peculiar happening to you — with the eccentric students there and your own magnet for trouble, that was more normal than it should really be.

But little did he know that in the middle of an empty hallway on the way to his room, you would pin him against a cold gray stone wall. Your strong gaze was lit by the greenish fire of the lamps held by busts of dragons, as if you were one too.

“Silver, Silver, Silver…,” you chuckled, softly. “You shouldn't let your guard down that easily.”

“Well, you really took me by surprise,” Silver commented. Until that moment, unshaken.

“Surprise? Ah, my dear! I’m surprised that I have always set a trap for a peasant and, wow, I catched a prince.”

It was when you lifted Silver's chin with the tip of your index finger that he felt something strange ring in his heart. If it were anyone else, this audacity and manner of speaking to him would be answered with complete indifference or a silent fury in his crystal clear eyes. But with you? His blood boiled, burning with an emotion never seen before.

Although you acted like that with Silver most of the time, he just never quite got it. He knew you were a very open person, able to say anything that came to mind. And despite the confusions that this sometimes caused, the two of you matched very well together.

“Silver, have I already told you how beautiful your eyes are?,” you asked, squinting your own eyes lightly.

Silver's eyes blinked. He felt so inexplicably lost.

“It's a habit, dear. I don't think I can control it. Is that you're so beautiful, Silver…”

“You already said.”

“I said that only about your eyes.”

You grinned. You could feel your hands getting cold from the wall but you were enjoying that so much and Silver was making no effort to escape your hold, something he — as a future knight — knew well how to disarm. Silver was completely focused on you, not a sign of sleep able to distract him.

Perhaps that's why neither of you seemed to notice the presence of a small student nearby, eating a pack of grape-flavored gum bats with silent speed. Lilia was absolutely entertained by that scene and didn't want to interrupt you in any way.

“Silver, is your father a baker?,” he heard you ask.

Silver was going to say something, but you interrupted him.

“It's because you’re quite a bun.”

“That's old even for me,” Lilia almost choked on his gums as he stifled his laughter.

In fact, the story of how Lilia accidentally created this expression on one of his trips out of the Valley of Thorns seventy years ago is quite complicated and interesting, but it is not our focus today. 

In the meantime, Malleus passed by and Lilia fastly pulled him behind the stone column where he was hiding. Between whispers that went unnoticed by both of you, Lilia made a summary of the situation and urged extreme caution not to spoil the sweet experience of two lovebirds disastrously courting each other. 

“This reminded me that Clover-senpai taught me how to make bread these days,” Silver suddenly commented. The mention of food piqued his appetite. “You want to help me do it?”

“Darling, I’ll do anything you ask me…”

You got closer to Silver and even tried to bite his tie to get it out of his vest, but you gave up midway — it was too difficult and the fabric didn't taste good. This made Silver only reinforce his own conclusion that you must be starving. But you wouldn’t leave him until you saw his face turn into some trace of pink or red.

“I think I left the recipe notebook in my room.”

“Oh, Silver, we've barely started dating and you're already calling me to your room?,” you took your hand away for a moment to touch your face, feigning embarrassment.

“Huh, we were already going there anyway, right?,” the confused boy raised one of his gallant thin silver eyebrows.

“What a hasty boy!”

You patted his torso a few times, as if to censor him, and not even that made Silver get out of his position pressed against the wall. You seemed to be having fun somehow and that sight was enough to make him glad too. 

However, far away, Lilia was stealthily biting into the now empty bag of gums, controlling himself not to scold his own son. He knew he should have taught Silver more about those things! You couldn't be the only one to embarrass yourself in that shameless flirtation in the hallway!

Malleus held a sigh, wishing his mentor would somehow keep calm while he himself was covering the mouth of an agitated Sebek. The younger one had appeared a little after the comments about going to the bedroom and he was disgusted that such a scene was happening before the pure eyes of his Young Master. 

Sure enough, Silver would hear from everyone after you set him free.

“Do you like being with me?”

Speaking of him, he had asked this question out of the blue. You stared at him steadily, your arm returning to the place next to him.

“Why? Of course I do, Silver. If I love you, it's because I like to be close to you,” you answered sincerely.

“I... I'm glad to hear that.…”

And there it was what you wanted all along. 

Silver looked away slightly, eyes that aroused envy in sapphires and diamonds were then set in some corner, far away from you. His face, made of the most refined marble, acquired a beautiful rosy tone on the cheekbones, a symbol of pure and honest shyness. The cherry on top was how his lips that looked like delicate white rose petals were closed in a light, contented smile.

But such an expression held a very strong power that you were not yet ready to receive. As if a sword pierced through your heart, you staggered away from Silver and held on to the other part of the wall. You could feel the redness of your defeated face.

Silver didn’t succumb to embarrassment for any of your insistent compliments or your double meaning jokes, but for a mere confirmation that his company was good. Curse him! But also, bless his heart! You really chose a prince as a boyfriend and now you could only suffer the consequences as much as enjoy the good times.

“Are you okay?,” Silver approached you, worried. “Do you feel ill?”

“Yes… yes, I am ill, Silver... and you’re my cure!,” you threw yourself into his arms, being held firmly no matter how much you were melting right there.

“But I'm not a doctor.”

He said that but suddenly an idea came to mind — a dangerous thing if you asked anyone who had known Silver for more than a year. 

Still with you in his arms and feeling his own heart pounding in the uncertainty of you not liking what he was going to do, Silver pulled you closer and planted a small kiss on your forehead. That was unexpected. Very unexpected. 

You stared at him in surprise, touching your forehead sheepishly as Silver held your gaze. Even when the flush of his cheeks remained there, untouched.

“You asked for a cure and a kiss always solves everything in the end,” Silver answered a question that you didn't even ask, his tone softer than silk.

It broke you in such a way that you didn't even know how to act anymore. Luckily, Silver remembered that you were supposed to make bread and that probably would satisfy your malaise, arising from your apparent — and actually non-existing — hunger. 

So, as he carried you in his arms to his bedroom, Lilia and Malleus danced down the hall together while dragging Sebek in their midst like a poor screaming rag doll.

Against all the odds, Silver managed to flirt back. Or something like that.

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GD!Jimin Halloween Special: Camp Horror

You go camping, what could possibly go wrong? Spoilers: Everything.

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: comedy, romance, some horror elements, supernatural, fluff

word count: 12.8k (o lordt)

related works: see masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

Warnings: coarse language, forced abduction, some violence, some gore mentioned (nothing too bad, its very censored loll), attempted murder (happy ending tho!)

A/N: i was.....*so* close... ah haha....ha..... h a.....

This was supposed to be my halloween special chapter (or at least, i tried ;w;), all based off this one tumblr post i saw in passing LOL (image below) but anyways, it doesn’t really fit into the timeline well so just take it as a fun separate episode, filled with lots of stupid horror movie element tropes. Also, a lot of it is inspired by movies like The Babysitter and Jennifer’s Body?? Anyways, happy belated halloween! 🎃🎃 hope you enjoy this little read break from main story ;w;

“So, wait you're actually going?”

“...Yes?”

He blinks perplexedly, as if he still can't believe it. Honestly, neither can you when you answered yes. You watch him for a moment more, the tiniest wrinkle of confusion settling between his perfectly shaped brows, plush pink lips parted slightly as if wanting to say more. So you wait until his eyes don't look so lost in his thoughts and instead, are directed back to you in a very puppy-like fashion – head slightly tilted and all.

“I thought you said you don't like camping?”

“Ehh....” You sort of half-shrug, but also not outright denying him because it is true; you do not like camping. The entire concept of it encompasses all the things you don't personally enjoy; being outdoors in the wild which means you're exposed to the elements, having nothing but a flimsy cube of nylon to protect you, you're essentially sharing a living space with things that can potentially kill you i.e. Bears, unknown poisonous snakes, killer wasps....and just bugs in general, and on top of that – if you really want the full camping experience – your washrooms are often portable potties or worse.

You cringe every time you had to use a public washroom whenever you're out. And that's just in restaurants and malls alone.

“Did they say it was glamping instead?” Jimin asks, eyes narrowing almost suspiciously, determined to get a logical explanation for your sudden change in heart. When you shake your head no (very regrettably, you think you'd honestly be a little more enthusiastic if it was glamping), his rich brown eyes widen, completely stumped. “Then why....?”

“They kinda cornered me on this one, saying I hate it when I haven't even tried it yet.” You finally admit, shoulders slumping as if accepting your fate. “Also that we'd be on like, a designated camp ground? So the entire area is supposedly safe and in case of emergencies, there would be facilities you can reach easily if you're not out of the boundary.”

Jimin crosses his arms, leaning back in your desk chair languidly. He's dressed down casually; a black t-shirt with an oversized navy knit cardigan thrown over it for the milder, cooler weather, with a big letterman LV patch on one side, black denim jeans and of course, black Chelsea boots which have become a staple for him now. It's a very simple look that never fails to make your heart skip a beat, so effortless and chic. His little hum of intrigue draws you out of your secret (not really secret) ogling and you're met with the sight of him nodding rather sagely at your reasoning.

Now it was your turn to side eye the demon. “What?”

“Nothing, I just find it amusing you agreed to it yet just now, you sound like you're still trying to convince yourself that this is a good idea.” Jimin says, lips quirking in a way where you know he's trying hard not to laugh. Feeling called out, you let him know that it doesn't go unnoticed.

“You're just excited to watch me suffer trying to survive in the woods for three days aren't you?”

“I never said such things cherub, but my heart does flutter whenever we're on the same wavelength.”

And there it is, that notorious cheek. You really shouldn't be surprised.

As you sigh heavily through your nose, Jimin continues to grin at you toothily which only gets more of a rise out of you and you find pettiness rearing its ugly head.

“Okay first off rude, and second, I'm gonna go just to prove you wrong and when it turns out I'm actually super talented at camping?” You lower your voice into a stage whisper, taking a few steps closer and leaning towards Jimin to say tauntingly, “You're gonna look like the biggest clown for all Hell to see.”

Not one to back down, Jimin also mimics you but leans in a lot closer that it has you faltering back a little, a wicked glint in his eyes and a smile much more devilish than before.

“Oh? Confident are we?” He purrs, the feel of his hot breath fanning across your lips has you swallowing imperceptibly. You try hard to maintain strong eye contact but you're no match for Jimin and he makes sure to rub it in that he knows it too. Slowly, he reaches a hand up, his fingers playing with a loose strand of your hair nonchalantly as he continues in that low gravel, dark eyes never leaving yours, “I'll be sure to not miss a second of it. Just tell me when and where.”

“This long weekend, at this place called Blackwood Creek Campsite about an hour and a half drive from the city.” You deadpan, trying to remain unfazed as you swat his hand away even as the back of your neck begins to heat up. You're surprised to see instead the mischievous smile on him faltering slightly, suddenly looking pensive before Jimin tilts his head away to kiss his teeth in annoyance.

“Shit, I'm already busy with something on those days....”

You perk up at the notion, straightening up to give him a curious look. “Doing what? If you don't mind me asking.”

He waves carelessly, “Just some interim meeting or whatever – I wasn't paying much attention. All that I know is that it's a headache but I have to be there 'or else.'”

You giggle quietly as you see him roll his eyes, can't help but to use this opportunity to poke fun at him more. “Aww, poor you. Guess that means you'll be missing out on all the fun after all.” You go as far as to reach out a daring hand to give him a 'comforting' pat. You don't quite make it to its intended target because halfway, Jimin catches your wrist and in one fluid motion, you are now the one who's comfortably straddling his lap.

The complaints and protests forming at the tip of your tongue wither into a breathless gasp as you feel those pillowy lips brush against the base of your throat.

“Hmm...you're right cherub.” Jimin hums, pressing each word into your skin, trailing along the natural path to your collar. At the same time, those wandering fingers begin to sneak under the hem of your shirt and before you knew it, you're putty in his hands. Smirking, he continues, “So why don't we have our own fun to make up for it?”

-

“Girl, we're going for three days, not a whole week.” Your friend Mei laughs as she watches you heave your bags into the trunk of your shared car. You shoot her a glare that had no real hostility behind it, pouting as you did.

“Okay, so I'm a little high-maintenance, but it doesn't hurt to be over-prepared you know.”

“This is camping, not going off to war though.” Jess pipes up, nudging her hip playfully against yours on her way by you. “I've done this plenty of times, Y/N! You have nothing to worry about!” She follows up with a small twirl, spreading her arms up into the air and beaming, “And look how great the weather is! Consider ourselves lucky because the weather is what makes it rough half of the time, so everything is gonna be fine~”

You can't help but smile, knowing that Jess was trying to put your worries to rest and for the most part, it worked. Plus, you think to yourself, not like you can complain much since at the end of the day, you did agree to it so you told yourself that you're not going to let your initial biased opinions on camping prevent you from having a fun getaway with your friends.

“Alright! I think that's the last of everything. Everyone got everything they need because this is your last chance before we hit the road.” Soohee declares, shutting the trunk close. After listing out all the necessities you need amongst yourselves, you all clambered in and begin your hour and a half journey. Much of it was spent catching up, telling stories, and of course, impromptu karaoke to your K-pop playlist.

You get there in no time, passing by the camp ground gates and continuing the drive deeper until you reach the first base where the main facilities are located to do your check-ins (and stretch your legs). You let out a groan as you pop a joint, doing a once over of the area. You're pretty much in the woods, surrounded by tall pines on all sides that offer shade in the mid-afternoon sun. You spot many campers and their cars, as well as some RVS parked not too far off on the more spacious grassy areas in between the trees. Besides here, there was a gravel road that lead further off into the encampment and branches off to what you would assume are more areas you can set up in.

From what you've seen online, it's pretty big; with a few small lakes, a decent hiking trail and designated bonfires. On first impressions, you like the change of scenery. With that thought, you pull out your phone to take a quick video of the place, sending it to your social medias and....

Your fingers move automatically to pull up the conversation thread, sending the video there along with a message; “Made it to the camp grounds!”

A short minute later, you get a reply.

“That's good to hear. Have fun! And remember, don't let the bears eat you ;P”

You snort, about to shoot off your own snarky reply (something along the lines of, 'yeah whatever, have fun at your boring demon business meeting too XP') when suddenly –

“WAAH!!” The yelp comes out way louder than you had liked, undignified but you have more pressing issues to worry about than drawing unwanted attention to yourself. Like how that damn wasp nearly just flew right into your face!! You're ducking reflexively and scurrying away to do half a lap around the car, curling in on yourself until you're sure it's not following you. Off to the side, you can hear Jess laughing.

“Are you good?”

“That nearly flew into my face!!” You immediately retort. You peek around just once more to make sure before straightening up again, a scowl tugging at your lips. Refreshing view, not so refreshing wildlife. 0/10. You suppose it's a good thing you packed insect repellent.

Soohee comes back right at that moment, holding a bunch of pamphlets with a big grin on her face. “Alright ladies, we're good to go! I was just looking at the map here and saw a place by the lake, I think that would be a nice spot to set up if there's space.”

“Oh, that does sound good. Yeah, I'm cool with that.” Mei says, nodding.

“Yeah, I'm okay with that, so long as I don't gotta walk far to use the washroom.” You bring up – if there is one thing you can't compromise, it's that you're not about to do a mini trek to find a sanitary place to pee. With everyone in agreement, you all pile back into the car and begin to make your way to the area. The drive leads you deeper into the forest, the road winding as you pass by many other fellow campers until they grow sparser in between the trees. As you go, more and more you see that some of their leaves have begun to yellow and redden with the changing of the seasons, creating beautiful gradients that make for a picturesque landscape. Eventually, you get a glimpse blue waters and the small road you're on opens to a wide shoreline that leads out to a vast lake.

“We are finally here!” Soohee exclaims excitedly as she pulls the car to a park just off to the side of the entrance. The sound of gently lapping waves greet you when you step out and you feel the cool breeze carry the scent of fresh waters to your nose. The ripples on the water's surface move like sequins reflecting in the sun that it's almost blinding. Off to the side, you spot a little pier leading off into deeper water where you can tie canoes or dive off of. Closer to the shores was what you assume is some kind of storage shed (at least, that's what you hope, the size and shape of it looks too similar to an outhouse. Speaking of....did you even see a washroom on the way?)

“Okay are y'all done taking your obligatory Instagram pics? We need to set up our tents or else we won't have a place to sleep!” Jess says, already popping the trunk open and unloading the big bags that contain the tents. Her comment snaps you out of your daze as you walk over to give your friends a hand. You spend a good time debating about where to set up, how to set up and just the general placement of where you'll put the things you brought. Since there's the four of you, it'll be two to a tent, and the decision on who's rooming with who goes way smoother by comparison.

Luckily you finish settling way before the sun goes down so now, everyone is eager to take their first dip in the lake.

“Did anyone not see a washroom?” You ask, a little concerned. You walk a few steps down towards the crystal clear waters, craning your neck down one side of the shoreline to the other in hopes of spotting something of the like. Instead, what you see is another car just coming to a park. As you watch, you see around four people getting out, beginning to unload their things as well too. Guess you'll have camp neighbours after all.

“Huh, looks like we got company.” Mei remarks over your shoulder as she passes by, heading the opposite way of the newcomers.

“Guess so.” You reply back, falling into steps with her.

“Darn, and here I was actually hoping to have the whole lake to ourselves. Anyways, I think there should be a washroom down this way – we can change there.”

You both walk a few metres down the road until you spot a lone brick building, a path branching off to lead into it. Mei was right in her assumptions; the washroom was located here, along with a small sand pit playground and a few picnic benches.There's not much else, other than a trail that leads off elsewhere into a deeper part of the forest beside it, most likely to be used for hiking.

To your relief, the washroom is at least clean and basic; three sinks, each with a mirror, and three stalls in an all grey concrete interior. You and Mei each take a stall, quickly changing out of your comfy clothes for the long ride to some swimwear before starting your walk back.

“Oh dude, is that a bug bite already?” You hear Mei ask. Looking over, you catch her staring fixedly at a point on your neck. You try to swivel your head so that you can see what she's talking about and despite the awkward angle, the reddish discoloured patch on your collar sticks out like a sore thumb beneath the loose t-shirt you've thrown over your swim top. Except what your friend doesn't know is that this was a completely different kind of bite.

Your face can't help but to flush with heat, even when you try to casually cover up such an incriminating mark. “Ah! R-Really!? I didn't even feel anything! W-What the hell?!” You throw a hand up as if to scratch at it to make it convincing too. Mei scolds you and you inwardly sigh in relief for dodging that bullet. As you're approaching the lake again, you're greeted by the scene of Soohee pushing Jess right off the edge of the pier, her shriek cut short the moment she hits the water with a big splash, followed by Soohee's unmistakable cackle. But what surprises you is the sound of a more masculine laugh joining in.

On closer inspection, you spy the new group of people that arrived not too long ago, also going for a nice swim and.... talking to your other two friends?

Oh?

Since when did this happen?

“Wow, didn't even wait up for us huh?” Mei says loudly, directing the question to your friends as you both got to the shoreline. This of course, gets the attention of everyone, including your would-be neighbours. From here, you can now distinguish their faces clearly. They're four guys, roughly the same age as your own friend group by the looks of it. One was quite tall with blond hair, wading around in the shallow end with his friend, a brunette who's about a head shorter. The third one was closest to where Jess resurfaces with a splutter, bright red hair bobbing like a buoy in the much deeper parts along with the last of the quartet, looking like he could definitely be a K-pop idol, hair dyed a dark magenta with black roots peeking through.

“Not my fault you were taking too long!” Soohee yells back good-naturedly.

“Have to say, it might be our bad – your friend looked like she really wanted the stake her claims on the lake before we did.” The magenta haired one interjects, chuckling as he swims back towards where you and Mei were, standing once it was shallow enough and with a wave and beaming smile, he introduces himself. “I'm Daniel by the way. The blond one is Henri, standing beside him is Michael, and the red head over there is Frederic or Freddy as we like to call him.”

“Hey!” Frederic or 'Freddy' exclaims indignantly. “What did I say about calling me that?!”

“Don't mind him.” Daniel grins, completely ignoring his friend. Honestly, you're not entirely sure what to make of these guys, already awkward enough when it comes to meeting new people so you could only nod your head hesitantly in response. Subtly, you look to Mei expecting for some help but find that she's completely smitten by Daniel, mouth slightly agape and staring a little too intensely at the way the droplets of water are running down his built tan chest. Looks like her qualms about having to share the lake have entirely disappeared too.

In the end, you do the saving and nudge Mei out of her heart eyes stupor. She introduces the both of you, cheeks coloured pink but Daniel either doesn't notice or chooses not to say anything, the amicable grin still on his face as he invites you to finally get your share of the lake. You're not much of a swimmer, choosing to wade around the shallow end just to cool down from the blaring sun until you get roped into a water fight started by Frederic. At this point, it seems like the rest of your friends got on well with the guys and they in turn.

You can already tell Daniel and Frederic to be more of the social butterflies though, them making a noticeable more effort to even talk to you despite how you're more inclined to taking to the sidelines. The other two, Henri and Michael, would only comment here and there whenever the other two would speak but still have a friendly air to them.

By the time the sun started to set, there's been a silent agreement that you all would cook dinner together, sharing the contents of your coolers, portable cookers and apparently speaker (thankfully no one else had showed up at your little lake to make a noise complaint). The easy atmosphere continues as night rolls in with everyone sitting around the small bonfire you made, and a couple of beers in, you find yourself loosening up a bit while your friends get more talkative. During your many conversations, you somehow end up on the topic of the supernaturals.

“Okay, okay. We have to tell ghost stories now; we are camping after all.” Frederic points out. The statement instantly gets a reaction out of everyone.

“Aw no, c'mon!””

“Dude can't we just sing campfire songs?”

“None of us play guitar here Daniel....”

“Eugh, do we have to?” Soohee groans, “Like we're really gonna do that to ourselves?”

You snort, agreeing with Soohee but more so for an entirely different reason rather than her fears. You'd rather stay out of messing with any other sorts of demons or spirits; you already have your hands full with just one.

“You do know we're literally staying in what's considered a haunted landmark right?” Michael almost deadpans.

Well, that's certainly news to you. Everyone's confused eyes zero in on the brunette, who only shrugs innocently before taking a sip from his can.

“I thought you all knew.”

“Uhhh no?” Mei says, a little alarmed. “Since when? And surely it can't be the whole camp ground?”

Daniel lets out an 'ah', as if remembering something. “I mean I did read something about the origins of Blackwood Creek. There was only some that mention about the spooky bits, but otherwise it's mostly about how it's founded by Native Americans.”

“What kind of 'spooky bits' are we talking about?” Jess asks apprehensively. You almost find it a little funny at how scared all of your friends are at the mention of some ghouls that might be lurking in the woods. You would've been on the same boat really, but now your main concerns are, in your opinion, way more threatening than some vengeful spirits; bears.

God, you hope there's no bears....or poisonous snakes. Your half tipsy mind takes you through a completely different thought topic than the one that's currently going on, so you only catch snippets of the stories the other guys are sharing.

“There's an area surrounding an old elm tree where people kept being reported as missing whenever they went on the trail; said there's a witch who was hung there and cursed the land so that anyone who stumbled into her territory would be spirited away. That's why that one section of the hiking path is blocked off from visitors now.” You hear Henri say.

“Oh! That's the one I heard. Like really straight up Blairwitch projects.” Frederic interjects.

“Really? The story I heard was that Blackwood Creek is one huge Native burial ground, and the years of conflict and bad blood being spilt over this land was what woke an evil spirit. People say it's the cause of some unexplained events that's happened around here; giant animal footprints, bear carcasses showing up in the middle of the woods, and vanishings.”

Daniel's voice has a more theatrical flare to it that you had to hold yourself back from grimacing. Damn, as if you're not already uneasy about camping, now you find out that this might also be stolen land? (Of course it would be, you shouldn't really be surprised).

Right at that moment, something brushes against your arm and the sudden sensation startles you into letting out a yelp, arms flailing. It causes a chain reaction as your yelp then startles Mei sitting beside you who lets out a shrill shout, which then makes Jess jump out of her seat while Soohee just looks like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in her seat.

You vaguely hear a loud snort, followed by boisterous laughter across from you but you don't need to look to know who's having a great time from all of this.

“You girls okay? Didn't think you're all this faint hearted.” Michael tries to say sincerely around a wide grin.

“Why'd you even yell like that for Y/N?! You scared the shit out of me!” Mei whines to you, to which you throw up your hands defensively.

“It felt like something was crawling on me okay?! I don't do bugs!”

“Oh man, do I got news for you....”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” You answer dryly in response to Henri's sarcasm, at the same time, you take this as your cue to turn in for the night – you actually want to preserve this post-tipsy drowsiness you're feeling just so you can sleep like the dead, otherwise knowing you, you're going to be too anxious about moths flying into your mouth to even consider shutting your eyes. That scare just now nearly has you sober.

“Alright, I think I'm just gonna head to bed now. You all enjoy your ghost stories.” You stand, finishing the rest of your drink before tossing the can into the black garbage bag and begin to walk off back to your tent site.

“W-Wait, I'm coming too!” You hear Mei call out to you.

“Actually, Y/N's right. We gotta get up early tomorrow if we wanna go check out the sights around here.” Soohee agrees, getting up as well. It prompts Jess to do the same, nodding as your friends begin to tidy up their area but was stopped by Daniel.

“Nah, nah you guys go ahead and turn in. We can clean up here.”

“You sure? Half the mess is ours.” You point out midway throwing away other scraps of garbage into the bag.

“Positive. There's nothing much left anyways. Just gotta put out the fire and then haul the trash to the compost bin.” Frederic reassures. After more insisting going around, they finally shoo you and your friends off to go wash up.

Now by yourselves in the washroom, Mei finally can't contain herself any longer.

“Oh my god, what are the chances of camping with a bunch of cute guys?” She squeals gleefully to no one in particular, eyes practically sparkling even in the dimness of the fluorescent lights.

“They're okay, but Daniel? Whew.” Jess fans herself, swooning a little. “Now him I can agree.”

“Hey no fair! Can you let me have this one for once?” Mei pouts.

“Girls, it's only right to play fair. Why don't we ask them tomorrow if they're down to do some hiking or exploring with us? That way you can both see who's got game or not.” Soohee suggests playfully.

“Alright fine.”

“Don't be a sore loser when I end up gettin' the boy.”

“As if!”

You could only smile wryly at your friends' antics, going through the motion of finishing up your skin routine, stifling a yawn as you put everything back into your small toiletry bag and wait for them to finish up to walk back together. You bid each other good night, making sure to check thrice that no uninvited critters had moved in while you were away before zipping up the opening and protective netting.

“You think those ghost stories are real?” Mei asks in the middle of rolling out her sleeping bag. “If they're so well-known, how come we haven't heard of it before we came here?”

“I don't know, maybe they're not after all? If they are, I guess you would have to dig through the occult side of the internet to find out; highly doubt a tourist-y hotspot like camp grounds would wanna expose their dark history all over their main page.” You offer, getting ready to settle in. You're basically ready to cocoon yourself, hoodie pulled up over your head, pillow squished as much as it can in the little pocket space and zipper closed almost all the way around so only half your face is visible; lets see moths and mosquitoes try to come after you now.

Mei hums thoughtfully. “Hmm, yeah that makes sense.” Turning to you, she asks wide eyed, “Do you believe in all that stuff? Ghosts and like, demonic possessions?”

You choke on a sharp inhale, coughing but quickly get out in between sputters. “U-Uh! Well! Sorta? K-Kinda? Not like everything though? But just 'cuz I'm skeptical doesn't mean I'd go messing around with that kinda shit, I don't want anything to follow me.”

Somewhere in a board meeting in Hell, Jimin sneezes.

“Anyways, we should sleep. It's late.” You follow up in hopes of ending the topic of that conversation and thankfully, Mei agrees. Once she finds a comfortable position, she turns to switch off the portable lamp placed between you two. “In any case, if you need a toilet buddy, don't be shy to wake me up okay? Good night!”

“Mmm, night.” You mumble, snuggling deeper into your bed and halfway in dreamland already.

Some point during the night however, you're rudely roused into consciousness by the worse thing possible – your bladder.

It seems now your body wants to rid of all the liquid you've ingested in one go and giving you no chances to will yourself to go back to sleep and ignore it till morning. With a deep exasperated inhale, you almost roll your eyes open. You vaguely make out the shape of Mei sleeping soundly next to you, her soft snores drifting quietly amidst the sounds of crickets chirping. Not wanting to wake her from her deep slumber, you slowly shimmy out of your sleeping bag to grab your phone and slip on your shoes before making your way over to unzip the tent flap. It was a gruelling process, the sound of the zipper coming undone louder than it should be to your ears but you get out through a small opening successfully without waking your friend.

Stepping outside, you realize you've worked up a sweat from having bundled yourself up so tightly that the cool night air that greets you felt refreshing. The moon is bright out, full and glowing with a warm orange tinge to it. It makes you stop to admire the way it reflects over the surface of the lake, the pale gold light dancing on the water mimics that of the sun, awed by how it seems much bigger and how you can see the dark patches on its surface so clearly. You switch your phone screen to the camera, snapping a few pictures until your satisfied before taking in the atmosphere; the quiet ambiance of the forest sounds mixed in with the faint lapping of waves against the sand made everything peaceful.

“Y/N...”

The whisper suddenly comes as if out of thin air, right next to your ear and you swear you jump five feet back, heart racing up to your throat and bladder on the verge of bursting. It's once you whip your head around do you see a head of magenta that's as bright as the moon itself.

“Daniel!” You whisper shout, hand on your chest. “What the fuck! Why'd you have to sneak up on me like that!?”

“I swore you'd heard me coming but you zoned out hard.” He replies back with a shrug. “Whatchu doing up anyways? Thought you'd be out cold with the way you were so set on turning in for the night.”

“I was just on my way to the washrooms.” You gesture over your shoulder after calming down, turning to get back on track with your purpose before you risk wetting yourself – that scare earlier had you way too close to doing that.

“Oh cool, I'll walk you then.”

“Um, you don't have to....”

You say that but he's already heading off in that direction so you have no choice but to tail after him.

“What do you mean 'I don't have to?' You know it's not smart to be wandering around in the woods in the middle of the night by yourself. Who knows what spooky things might getcha.” The last part he leans in closer to say a bit more teasingly.

“If you mean bears then yes, I'm actually a little afraid of running into one as I'm on my way to taking a piss.” You scoff, crossing your arms and overtake Daniel's long strides. It's not a lie when at this point, you really gotta go. Daniel chuckles from behind, keeping his easy-going pace with his hands tucked into his pockets, watching you.

There's a prickling sensation that runs up the back of your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt. You turn your head to look back, but all you see is Daniel checking his phone. He looks up once he notices that you're looking and simply smiles, tucking it away.

“What's up? Thought you had to go really bad?”

“....Yeah.”

“Kay, well I'mma head on over to the men's then. If I'm not out before you, just wait up and we can walk back together okay?” With that, he passes you and heads straight to the men's washroom, disappearing behind the heavy door with a thump. You stay rooted in your spot for a moment, chewing on your lip but eventually, push the weird feeling to the back of your mind.

One flush later, you're relieved of the choke hold your bladder had on you, stepping back out into the night as you flick away the remnants of water on your hands. Looking around, you don't see Daniel anywhere so you wonder if he's yet to come out of the washroom. You walk out a bit further until you're across the playground, the thought crossing your mind to wait on one of the swings. Up close, you see just how rusted the chains are and now you wonder if it'll even be able to support your weight. You test it by pushing your weight down on the seat – it lets out a loud protesting creak.

Yeah, probably not.

Something rustles through the leaves then, catching your attention instantly. Whipping your eyes to the direction you heard it coming from, you feel every one of your nerves tense but no matter how hard you look, you don't see anything within the dark shadows. Still, you dare not let out the breath you're holding just yet.

“Y/N....”

You whip your head around, ready to berate Daniel for using the same trick to sneak up on you again. Unfortunately, he beats you to the punch.

Quite literally.

The last thing you remember was a sharp pain that explodes from the left side of your temple and your vision immediately going black.

The next time you're pulled back into consciousness, you have a splitting headache that makes opening your eyes difficult without being nauseous. Not to mention a ringing in your ear that seems to last an eternity on top of that, so you just keep them close for now while taking deep breaths and wait for the feeling to pass. Once it dies down however, you begin to make out muffled voices, indistinguishable at first before they gradually become clearer.

“... – hard enough as is, and you nearly blew my fuckin' cover.”

“Shut up, you're the one who changed the plans on us last minute.”

“Yeah because you're a pussy who wanted to 'play it safe'.”

“Can you just both shut up and do something useful?”

You have no idea what's going on but you'd have to agree with whoever said that because their bickering is doing nothing for your pounding head, a quiet groan slipping from the back of your throat unintentionally and when you try to reach a hand up to soothe the pain, you find that they're stuck. What the fuck?

“I think she's starting to wake up.”

There's a set of footsteps approaching you, the sound of trampled leaves getting louder until they stop right in front of you and you feel a presence of another person. Slowly, you peel your eyes open and though you had to blink a couple of times to focus, you still recognize that stupid bright fucking head of magenta through the blur, squatting down in front of you.

“Hey....Hello there....” He speaks softly to you, almost cooing at you as he gently rights your head so that it's not resting so lopsidedly. It doesn't stop you from wincing, the cramps in your neck have long since settled in. When he's sure that you've become fully aware and alert, his lips pull back into a sickeningly saccharine smile. “Welcome back, sweet thing.”

Your eyes immediately narrow into a glare and you go to tell him off, only to get a mouthful of cloth instead. Daniel notices your belated realization too, but continues to smile and speak to you amicably, “I know this is a lot to ask of you since we only just really met and all, but I need you to be a good girl and not try anything funny because I don't wanna have to hurt you more than I should, okay?”

Your racing heart has your chest slightly heaving but despite that, you're surprisingly calm; perhaps a part of you stubbornly refuses to let Daniel intimidate you or you're not quite all there yet. Seeing how unexpectedly composed you are, scowl showing no signs of softening any time soon, Daniel's eyebrow quirks and his smile shifts into a smirk, clearly amused.

Turning to shout over his shoulder, Daniel calls, “We got a feisty one boys.”

“Great.”

“That's either gonna make this harder or easier for us.”

“Okay cool, now can you just get your ass over here and help?”

“I am helping.” Daniel replies matter of factly, turning his attention back to you. “I'm making sure the guest of honour is comfortable.” A sudden light nearly blinds you and you turn your head away, squinting your eyes. It takes you a moment to figure out that the harsh light was coming from the flashlight Daniel was holding. He gives you a once over with it before inhaling through his teeth, grimacing as he reaches up towards your temple. “That's gotta hurt....”

A stinging pain comes from when his finger prods at it, causing you to flinch away. Scrunching your face, you finally notice the stickiness clinging to the skin there, the itchiness from it reaching as far down as the side of your cheek.

“Yeah, didn't mean to swing at you that hard but, you know, adrenaline and all that shit.” He chuckles like he didn't just clobber you with a brick (you don't know if it's a brick or the flashlight he has, but it might as well be). “Also you can thank Frederic for the ropes, just a little safety precaution – can't have you wandering around on your own at night right?”

“Daniel! We're done over here so any year now.” You hear Frederic call.

“Oops, and that would be our cue.” Daniel stands then, finally allowing you to have a good look at your surroundings, and what you see makes your stomach drop. You have no idea what part of the camp grounds you're in, or if this is still even in the camp grounds at all. It looks like you're in a clearing, seemingly smack dab in the middle of the woods with overgrown roots, dead leaves and dry patches of grass; not exactly an ideal spot to entice any campers. Surrounding you from all sides are thick trees, whatever moonlight seeping through their dense foliage creates an eerie backlit glow, but otherwise further beyond there is only darkness.

The only area well-lit enough is the one you and your captors are in, thanks to a series of large candles they've placed to form what looks like a circle some feet away from you and the barren branches of the large tree you're sitting under, offering you an unobstructed view of the orange-tinted moon.....

Ah –

A chill runs through you then, the same time a switch goes off in your head. Whipping your gaze upwards, you take in the full sight of the tree. The trunk is thick, a testament to its old age, with long crooked branches, stretching out like sharp, boney hands. There's one in particular that hangs conveniently above the centre of the encirclement, low enough that someone who's at least two heads taller than you could reach with a good jump, and ominously hanging from that....was another line of rope.

Your body freezes as your mind races, faint memories about a story of an old elm tree, hanged witches, and cursed lands flashing before you, and given where you are, it all adds up to be too much of a coincident for it not to be what the fuck you think this is.

“Alright, up we go.” Daniel takes a firm hold under your arm and hauls you up easily, beginning to drag you towards where the other guys are waiting in the inner circle of the candles. The first wave of panic finally hits you like a freight train, your limbs shaking with the cold sweat taking over as you squirm with all your might, your protests muffled from the gag.

“Oh c'mon Y/N, don't be a spoil sport now.” Daniel chastises, pulling on you hard so that you don't break free from his grasp. “You're the main star of the show tonight!”

You frantically shake your head, digging your heels into the dirt in hopes you would be able to stall for time to figure out what they're planning. You need to keep a clear head, you tell yourself desperately, you have to or else you'll truly be helpless to do anything, too blinded by the fear. Right now, this is the only fighting chance you got. If you let it slip, it'll be too late.

“Yeah Y/N, look at it this way,” Frederic starts, coming over to help Daniel drag you the rest of the way until you're standing right in the middle of the lit circle. “It's quite simple really.” He grunts, doing a short jump in order to reach the extra rope dangling from the branch above you. “We're just a bunch of guys with some pretty big ambitions.”

Daniel shoves you forward so that Frederic can grab your bound wrists in order to tether you to the cord. You hate that a part of you lets out a small breath of relief at seeing that you weren't going to have it tied around.... some other part of your body. Once he's sure you're secured does Daniel back off, and just when you think you're rid of one less problem, you're hit with another, bigger predicament because the only reason why he's not breathing down your neck anymore is so he could tug on the other end of the rope you're attached to. Instantly, your arms are hoisted above your head and you're left barely able to balance on the tips of your toes.  

“Unfortunately, those big ambitions require equally bigger means to achieve.” Frederic continues over the sounds of your struggling. You try not to tug too much on it but it seems there's no way to avoid having the rope dig into your skin, leaving you to bite down on the pain.

“Yeah, do you know how hard it is to make it past even the first audition to become a trainee?” Daniel butts in almost indignantly, shining the flashlight in your face again, much to your chagrin. “The system's rigged as fuck.”

“Yeah, yeah we heard it all before already. Geez...” Michael practically rolls his eyes as he says. “You're not the only one here with problems.”

“Point is, you could say we're just 'levelling the playing field.'” Frederic concludes, turning to you. “And you're gonna help us.”

So they're gonna offer me as sacrifice to sell their soul to Satan for it?! What happened to doing it the old fashion way?! You wanted to scream, but right now you need to focus your energy on your surroundings. Your eyes dart around the ground for any of those tell-tale marks, something that would give you any hints as to what sorts of things would entail in this ritual they're trying to attempt. You find nothing from your precarious position, other than those ominously flickering candles.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Henri pulling out what looks to be a large leather bound book – its old, beaten and worn out state something even you could see in this dim lighting. You can't make out the text on the cover but once he opens it, you see the yellowing pages are scrawled with symbols and words in what looked like black ink. You're not sure if it's because of the way it looks, but at a glance you admit it the aged book could've had you fooled for being something legit. You don't get the chance to further try and confirm those suspicions as something else catches your attention; the cold glint of a hunting knife.

The blood drains from your face, each breath becomes more difficult, the pressure on your chest growing and your limbs becoming numb from both the fear and prolonged strain.

“Alright boys,” Frederic says, twirling the knife in hand, “Remember, we say the prayer and then we each take a turn stabbing her and then I write my name in the book with her blood.”

“Wait, why do you get to go first? I was the one who brought her.” Daniel argues.

“But who's the one who found the book first huh? You know how hard it was to get my hands on this?”

“Would you both quit bitching about it? We all each need to spill the blood of the innocence anyways.” Michael interjects, “And luckily, she has friends.”

The statement effectively puts their bickering to rest, but to you it was a slap to the face, a rude awakening. This changes everything; now it's not just a matter of your life on the line, it's also your friends' because if you don't survive this, then they'll be their next victims. You can't let that happen.

You won't.

The need to protect your friends overpowers the numbing fear, along with a burning hot anger; anger from being deceived, hurt and targeted by a bunch of selfish, heartless people who would go as far as to commit murder, while knowing nothing of the dark magic they're meddling with.

Perhaps it was lucky that it had been you they got, because had it not been, it just would've been some other poor unfortunate soul; someone who wouldn't have had a chance of surviving this at all. The cogs in your head starts turning quickly and a plan begins to take shape.

If it's a demon they want, then a demon they will get.

“Let's start then.” Henri says, and the others gather around him, forming a semi-circle facing you. You're directly across from Henri who's holding the book open to two pages that had a pentagram drawn on them, the black lines looking more like drying blood seeping into the paper now than it did ink. The rest all hold out a hand, hovering over the book before they start to chant in unison.

“In the darkest of hours, we call to you. With the blood of the innocence – ”

Their words drown out over the noise of your own heartbeat as you viciously try to tear away the cloth around your mouth by using any means, and after gnashing your teeth until they ache and scraping your face against the crook of your arm to the point your cheek is inflamed, it miraculously slips down enough for you to be able to cry out.

“W-Wait! Stop! You can't – IT WON'T WORK!!”

Suddenly, there are four pair of eyes upon you. You don't quite know what compelled you to blurt out those words in particular but you're thankful enough that it manages to catch their attention, interrupting them from completing the 'prayer'. Henri is the first to snap out of his shock.

“Who the fuck was in charge of tying her up?”

“Piss off.”

“Well go fix it jackass!”

“Wait! No I'm serious, the ritual won't work!” You insist, unintentionally tugging at your bindings in your fervour. You feel the rope cutting into your wrist again but the adrenaline sparked in you made it seem nonexistent. You have to convince them to go along with you for your plan to work, however a huge chunk of it is depending on whether you can spin a good enough lie. Problem is, you don't quite have a solid story put together yet. There's no time though, you've taken the bull by the horns and now you gotta roll with the punches.

Guess it's time to regurgitate all the stuff you briefly read on demons and satanic rituals that one time.

“The moon isn't right.” You start, “You're not likely to summon Lucifer with this moon, it has to be a blood moon for it to work.”

There's a beat of silence that passes between all of you, and within those moments of what felt like an eternity, you hold your breath, waiting. Daniel looks to Henri, who looks to Michael, the other two are quiet in thought. It's after a moment, Frederic retorts defensively, “It's a harvest moon, it's still enough to act as a strong medium to channel dark magic. Besides, why should we believe in anything you say? Not like you know anything about stuff like this.”

You actually scoff out loud without really meaning to, but how can you not? The irony of it all is just too much to handle. Luckily, it seems like your little slip works to your advantage; it seems like the boys mistook it for confidence, so you play into it.

“Then you should also know that a harvest moon is more associated to paganism and Wicca, so unless you're trying to make a deal with some witch, you're not going to summon any sort of spawn from Hell, let alone Lucifer himself to grant you your wishes.”

Daniel's gaze shifts questioningly again to his friends while Frederic grits his teeth, looking more and more frustrated. You're not sure if it's because he's annoyed at you running your mouth, or that he's actually beginning to self-doubt.

In a move you think no one had anticipated, he breaks away from the group, marching up to you, knife brandished in a deathly grip aimed towards you. You instinctively try to step back, forgetting that you're still tied in place and so all your feet does is slip against the ground with nowhere to go. Your heart lurches, a single name lodged into your throat –

“How bout you fuckin' prove it then you little bitch?!” Frederic demands, gripping your shirt to hold you in place, the knife dangerously pressed close to your neck. There's an uproar of shouts and shuffling that erupts from behind you, the rest of the boys frantically trying to calm their friend.

“Woah woah woah! Dude! Chill out!”

“Yo what the fuck!”

“Frederic, relax!”

“She's fucking with us! Why else would she be telling us this?! We should just gut her now and get this over with!”

“I swear I'm not! I'm telling you because you're just screwing yourself over if you do this!! I know because – !!” You gasp, words fumbling in a panic before you spit out, “I-I've seen it done before!”

The statement seems to resonate in the small clearing, everyone coming to a complete stop in what they were doing. It's Daniel who makes the first move, carefully placing a firm hand on Frederic's and you sigh when the blade eases from your neck.

“Alright, before we go stabbing anyone just yet, why don't we let Y/N elaborate on this?” You see Frederic begin to open his mouth, probably to retort again but Daniel cuts him off, “C'mon Freddy, it won't hurt us, we're already in too deep to back out on this anyways. We can let her speak now, and then she can forever hold her peace.” With that, the knife comes away completely and you're in the green once more.

Once Daniel is sure that Frederic doesn't get itchy fingers again, he turns to you, arms crossed condescendingly and expectant. “Well? Go on then, what words of 'wisdom' do you have to impart on us Y/N?”

You don't like that you have to thank Daniel for throwing you this bone, but you suppose beggars can't be choosers at this point. By way of saying they're 'already in too deep to back out anyways', it means that no matter what you say here, they intend to kill you. So for him to even give you this chance, he's clearly curious and cocky enough to want to humour you.

Pride really isn't a sin without reason.

You lick your dry lips, steadying your breath in order to maintain a sense conviction in your voice, “It's already hard enough summoning a demon, because a vital part of the ritual is knowing their true name – it's the key to having control over them, and more likely for you to have a chance to strike a deal. Reason why so many attempts at rituals fail is because people don't realize how much you actually need to do in order to summon Lucifer himself.”

The silence that follows is so heavy that you can feel the weight of it pressing down your shoulders. It makes you tense up and you race to continue furthering your line of reason, “I mean, it makes sense doesn't it? Lucifer, who's already so powerful with how many souls he's collected, why would he bother to come collect some that aren't any way special?”

Swallowing, you take the chance to do a once over on the group. You can't deny that you're genuinely anxious and nervous, very hyper aware that this is still very much a volatile situation. Which is why when you see the look of subtle agreement pass over their faces, you felt a little more reassured. So far so good.

“What usually ends up happening is you attract an unknown demon or some sort of demonic entity with no means of controlling it. It'll attach itself to you and slowly feed off of your soul without you even knowing until you just end up dying a sudden death. At least, that's what I suspect happened...to that girl I saw attempting the ritual.”

“So what exactly did you see?” Michael asks, narrowing his eyes and you know that your next words are going to be judged. You hope your hesitation passes off as something more along the lines of 'a memory you don't want to recall' rather than quietly scrambling to put together a mildly believable tale.

“It was....It was like, two years ago? Maybe longer? At a Halloween party me and a friend went to. The host wasn't someone we were close with....like, a friend of a friend kinda thing. And you know a Halloween party isn't one without someone trying to contact the dead.”

“Also booze, lots and lots of booze.” Daniel had to add. It takes a lot to refrain from rolling your eyes. Luckily, Henri does it for you.

“Yes,” You continued, deadpan. “Lots of booze. Except all that booze made some people think a ouija board is beneath them; they had to up the stakes, and one thing led to another and before you know it, you got a band of...half-drunk people heading off into the night to try their luck at summoning a demon.”

Henri raises a brow dubiously at that. “And you were a part of it?”

“W-Well....no, not exactly....” You reply, “I was more or less dragged along because, my friend – you know, being the one to easily worry – she needed to make sure no one got hurt, or arrested – whatever. So we followed and just ended up watching on the side lines. We honestly didn't think anything serious would come out of it. But,” You shake your head, as if trying to find the best way to describe what you had 'witnessed', “as soon as that girl – god I can't even remember her name; Molly? Mary? – she was reading something and.... Well, it looked like nothing happened after, but I remember it got so cold and then I saw something looming over her..... following her.”

“Like a ghost?”

“No....It was bigger, like a shadow but....” You struggle, because you really are, and all you can think of is, please don't ask for the details, please don't ask for the details. “It's later that I get told she passed away, like...not even three weeks after the party? I heard no one knew the cause, but I just had this feeling that it had to do something with that day. So I got curious, did a little digging and......that's how I found out about things.” And as an afterthought, you add, “Things that maybe I, or anyone, shouldn't have.”

The last line was a bait; the only thing you need from them is to agree to doing your version of the 'ritual' and as it hangs in the air, you begin to see the fruits of your labour. Daniel is mildly intrigued, Michael and Henri are a bit more on the baffled side, while Frederic....

He's chewing his lip worriedly, deep in thought before seemingly making up his mind. He fixes you with a hard stare, and his question sounded more like a demand. “What did you find?”

“Only what I've just told you....” You reply, and steeling yourself, you meet his gaze unwaveringly. “...And a name.”

Frederic inhales sharply, jaw clenched and his grip on the hilt tightens. Suddenly the air grows a lot more serious, even Daniel's face turns rigid from his usual sneer. You watch as each of them exchange glances, and after a silent agreement, Frederic turns back to you.

Eyes hardening, he says to you in a low, threatening voice, “You're lucky there's no signal out here, or we would've seen if you were really telling the truth or not. So here's what we're gonna do instead.” Once again, he takes the knife and points it to you, the blade gleaming menacingly against the moonlight. “You're gonna tell us how to summon the demon you found, and if it turns out you're lying.....We'll slit your throat and do it our way.”

It's the way he looks at you; cold, void of any sort of remorse, like you're nothing more than a means to an end goal. It's the complete one-eighty from the first time you've met him, met any of them. It's at this moment, you realize how truly frightening the human nature can be.

But you have an end goal here too, and that is to put a stop to this.

“I'll tell you, on one condition. Please,” You pause, taking in a shaky breath and despite the cool air the night offers, your skin feels damp and clammy, “please spare my friends. Leave them out of this.”

Frederic scoffs, using the flat end of the blade to tip your chin higher. “That all depends whether this will work or not, so you better pray it does.”

You shouldn't be surprised that that's your final answer. With not much left to do, you decided to get this shitshow on the road. “...Got any salt on you?”

If there were any doubts lingering in the guys before, it certainly went away the moment you had them write down the name they're meant to say (thank god for that you suppose, because you really wouldn't know what to do if they didn't believe an actual demon name you're giving them). That aside, you had made them keep the original 'prayer' because 1) you can't be bothered to change it and 2) it didn't really matter anyways. The set up was the same, with the only difference being – at your advice – a ring of salt drawn big enough to hold both you and a potential second entity in it within the circle of candles.

“Remember, it's important you call out his name at the right times, and you need to say it once for each person.” You say.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can we just get on with it?” Standing just outside the salt circle, the rest of the guys are positioned on points where a pentagram would've been, with you at the head. Inhaling through your nose heavily, you push down your annoyance and close your eyes, focusing your energy. Now that it's happening, you think this would be the first time you've tried calling out to Jimin this way.

Let's see how well it works.

Henri picks up the book again, opens it to the page and once more, the prayer begins.

“In the darkest of hours, we call to you.

With the blood of the innocence, we offer to you

A path unto earth, and with thy power may we survive the night.

O one whom all is set aflame, we call to you,

Rhaemaris.”

A chill runs down your spine, the same time something in the air changes. Like a creature being called forth, a heavy fog crawls forward from beyond the edges of the forest, slowly clawing its way towards you until the ground is blanketed by its mass.

“O wretched soul, we call to you,

Rhaemaris.”

You shudder as you begin to hear whispers, disembodied voices ringing in your ears and you wonder if it's just you, but still, you dare not open your eyes yet.

“O one who walks the path of darkness, we call to you,

Rhaemaris.”

The sky suddenly darkens, the moon swallowed by the thick clouds rolling in, and the only lights you have left are the candles which surrounds you.

“Let our desires be true, as our intent malicious.”

Let us join hands, we call to you,

Rhaemaris!”

Your own whisper of his name is drowned out by the voices of the others, and though they might've not heard you, you're hoping that someone else did. As if to answer your silent plea, a gust of wind rushes through, carrying up wisps of fog with it and threatening to blow out all the candles in one go, their flames flickering dangerously down to the wicks when –

“What the fuck?!”

Daniel's alarmed cry finally makes you snap your eyes open because the sheer panic from it was quite serious. And perhaps he had every right to be, from his point of view.

Because it's not every day that the flames of a candle all turn pitch black in a blink of an eye. What was also frightening was the fog around you had begun to condense in front of you, swirling into a vortex until it didn't look like fog anymore, but a thick black smoke with sparks of embers flying and the smell of sulphur burning your nose. Your eyes water from it, and you try your best to shield your face away from this growing heat that seems to press right up against you.

Through squinted eyes and dishevelled hair, you finally see something emerge from within the chaos that makes you slump, all the tension leaving you.

Black Chelsea boots.

As quick as the winds had picked up, they vanish without a trace along with the eerie light of the candles, plunging the area into complete darkness. You already can't see past the black smog that has yet to settle, seemingly rippling and billowing with a mind of its own around his figure but you can clearly see the slight confusion on his face and that alone makes you crack the first smile all night, a quiet laugh exhaling tiredly from your lips. The sound immediately catches his attention, his head quirking towards your direction.

“Cherub?” It's gentle, and so soft you could mistaken it as just your imagination. You want to hum back in reply but you're rudely cut off by the voice of another.

“Demon! We have summoned you!” Frederic shouts.

You strain your neck to see where it is that the quartet had fled to when shit started to hit the fan and manage to spot a mop of red and magenta hair a fair distance behind where Jimin was standing. On closer inspection, it would appear that they're just beyond the salt circle you've asked them to draw around you. It takes a lot to hold back the laugh that wants to escape from your lips; cowardly enough to hide behind some superstitions, but ballsy enough to stay.

“Summoned?” You hear Jimin hiss. He whips his head away from you if only briefly, as if highly offended by the notion. You don't see what the others do, but when Jimin pins his gaze on them, they visibly flinch back. Under the pressure of his scrutiny, Michael blurts out, speaking quickly in a way that you think he's trying to conceal his fears.

“We've summoned you to make a deal, and in exchange for the sacrifice we give, we ask you grant our wishes.”

A heavy silence follows with no one daring to move. Jimin lets the words sink in and slowly, he turns back towards you. Face-to-face, you finally take in his appearance of immaculate raven dark hair, and the pristine black on black suit he dons. You have the mind to wonder if you had summoned him in the middle of a meeting or board presentation of sorts, and the image tickles you ever so slightly. No wonder he looked so confused. Trails of the black smoke follows Jimin when he takes a step closer to you, close enough until you can smell the comforting scent of burnt cedar wood and spices.

There's an underlying glow to his irises, red and vibrant but unlike most people, it doesn't frighten you in the slightest. To you, they're as warm as a fire burning in a hearth and as beautiful as precious rubies. Those eyes carefully take in your features, a worry crease forming in between his brows and you want to so badly to reach up to smoothen them out, if only you weren't still bound. He seems to notice too, and his jaw stiffens, clenched so hard you fear he might crack a bone or two. Jimin reaches up a hand, cupping the cheek that's still stained with your dried blood. The moment he touches, you can almost feel the boiling heat of anger emanating from his body, the whites of his sclera gone as his fingers lightly trail over the head wound.

Subtly, you lean into his palm, eyes hoping to convey that although a bit battered and shaken up, you're not in any life threatening danger, at least not anymore now that he's here. He softens enough to let you know he understands, but it does little to calm him completely. On a sharp inhale, Jimin's expression blanks, a stoney mask in its place that even has a shiver run down your spine. Withdrawing his hand, he raises it as if to strike you. It comes down too swiftly for you to see but suddenly you find yourself falling, gasping as your arms are cut loose.

Jimin catches you before you face plant, and from how long your arms have been held up, they feel like jelly rather than parts of your body. With no hopes of lifting them any time soon, you easily go limp in his arms. Above you, a chilling laugh rings out in the clearing.

“How quaint....” You hear Jimin sneer. “I must commend you for so boldly dabbling in dark magic like this.” He adjusts you so that you're able to be seated on the ground comfortably. “But my.....what a shame.”

“....W-What....What do you mean?” One of them quivers. With a flick of his wrist, the thick corded ropes break away like shredded ribbons. You wince when you see how chaffed and tender the skin has become. If possible, Jimin's face darkens even further. Before you can console him once more, he turns his full attention back to the group, his tall figure shielding yours.

You think it must be taking him everything he has to not snap, but the deceptively even tone of his voice still barely hides the fury he's holding back. “I'm afraid there won't be any deals to be had tonight.”

That gets Frederic riled up, allowing him to gather his wits momentarily, surprising even you. “That doesn't make sense! We called you here, so you should be answering to us! Rhaemaris!”

Suddenly, Jimin's hands shoot up, engulfed in flames and an oppressive force erupts from him, so powerful that it knocks the wind out of you too but you see that it does more. As if rooted to their place, the four guys are frozen, their figures visibly trembling in a fight to move without success. Horrified, Daniel wheezes out, “I-I c-can't fucking m-move!”

“That name is not yours to command!” Jimin bellows, his words heavily distorting. “And it never was to begin with! My loyalties have already been promised to another.”

“T-Then how a-are you here?! Who summoned you?!” Michael demands.

A slow, insidious grin spreads across plush lips before Jimin takes one decisive step out of the salt ring. You watch, fascinated that it does little to stop him, emitting no more than a spark that fizzles out almost instantly and barely leaving a scuff on his patent shoes. Once he makes show that there's nothing they can do to stop him, Jimin turns in a way that gestures to you, and the shadows that dance across his features make the row of fangs and the blood-red slitted gaze all the more frightening.

“She did.”

Once again, all eyes are on you and you're not quite sure how to break it to bunch of strangers that very much wanted to kill you for their satanic ritual that yeah, plot twist; you have a demon as a boyfriend, and they picked the wrong girl to sacrifice.

So you just wave.

Jimin chuckles, then begins to stalk towards your four pale-faced captors, like a predator that's been set loose. “Now that we've got that out of the way, I'm sure you all know just how important a name is to a demon.”

With each step he takes, the grass beneath his soles singes.

“And I'm sure you know....that it wouldn't be in my best interest to let four, undeserving scums  walk free with that knowledge, right?”

His shadow starts to morph and twist, stretching in a way that it didn't resemble his form anymore, coming alive right before your eyes. The four are reduced to a cowering, helpless mess, no longer able to form any coherent words. Pleased, Jimin's grin stretches wider until it resembled a Cheshire cat.

“I'm glad we're all in agreement.” Then, turning to you, he says sweetly, “Close your eyes darling, and don't open them until you've count to five. I'd rather you not....see something so unsightly.”

You comply because you really don't think you can stomach whatever Jimin has in store for them. You're pretty much on your last leg in terms of how much you can take in one night. Eyes shut, you begin to mentally count.

Five....

A garble of pleading, you can't make sense of them.

Four...

They break abruptly into choked screams, but they don't last, cut short into silence.

Three....

A crunch, like the breaking of bones, and one by one loud wet thumps hit the ground.

Two...

The strong iron stench of blood hits your nose like a truck, you squeeze your eyes shut tighter.

One...

You feel a heatwave wash over you. Faintly, you hear the crackling of flames before it all goes quiet. A soft touch against your cheek has you tentatively opening your eyes and your vision is filled with Jimin's handsome face, coffee brown eyes staring back at you and hardly a speck or hint of the carnage he enacted just now.

“You okay? Are you hurt anywhere else?”

You shake your head. “No....not really. Just – head kinda hurts and my arms feel like they weigh a ton.”

His brows furrow as he brushes away the flyaway hairs on your face. “Why didn't you call for me sooner? That could've been dangerous.”

“....Guess your penchant for the dramatics are rubbing off on me.”

Jimin scoffs, but the corner of his mouth tugs into a smile anyways, not denying it. “You're lucky you're cute, and hopefully you've had your fill in fun this one time around. I don't think I'll be able to tolerate a second time.”

He pulls you into his arms once again, positioning you so that in one swoop, he lifts you up bridal style. You clutch onto the lapels of his jacket, blinking when you get the full view of the clearing. You're surprised to see that there's not a single trace of the guys anywhere.

A pair of soft lips press themselves to your forehead, drawing your attention back up to Jimin, “You must be tired cherub, let's get you cleaned up a bit and then off to bed.” Upon seeing your confused face, he asks, “What's wrong?”

“Where....? Where did they go?”

“Hmm? Oh, them.” Jimin strolls off casually, “I sent them to Hell, right where they belong, and right where they would've ended up anyways. Consider it a fast pass.”

“But wouldn't someone report them missing?”

“I'll have that taken care of.”

You hum, not sure how but supposing it's for the best. A short moment after, you feel Jimin stop in his tracks.

“What is it?” You ask. Stooping down, he grabs something off the ground and when he straightens, you see that it's the old book that Henri had been holding during the summoning.

“Oh it's –”

“Woah I haven't seen this in centuries!”

The excitement in his voice catches you off guard. Such a stark contrast that it makes you double-take on the book to make sure it's the same one you're both talking about. In an impressive display of magic, Jimin tosses the book upwards, allowing it to flip open by itself and hover in the air before you. Now, you can clearly see the dark scrawls, all in a language you don't recognize but for Jimin, it seems he's taking great joy in reading whatever is written. Curiousity piqued, you ask, “What does it say?”

“Oh, just nonsense about other demons; like Menstopheles' horns are only big because he's overcompensating. Or Xe'arix is scared of black cats and big spiders....Stupid shit we all wrote about each other at some point in our lives....Wonder where's mine....”

You're in utter disbelief to say the least, but what's even crazier is that for some reason, this sounds more and more like....

“....Is this....a burn book?”

“...A what now?”

“You know....like from 'Mean Girls?'”

“....What is 'Mean Girls?'” The innocent tilt of his head at you is more than enough to let you know that he's being honest. A laugh wheezes out of you, and you knock your head gently against Jimin's chest. This entire time....Ah, forget it...

You silently however, make a mental note to drag him into watching the movie again with you. He blinks perplexedly but shrugs, just happy to see you safe.

“Alright enough of this.” Jimin flicks the book and it goes flying before bursting into flames, dissolving instantly, then continues on walking. As if no longer plagued by the dark magic, the forest once again settles into a quiet peaceful lull, crickets chirping and a few fireflies dotting along the path in front of you. Along with the warmth of Jimin, the exhaustion after an adrenaline high has sleep pulling at your eyes.

“So,” You hear Jimin say, and you hum back absentmindedly. “How's that for a first camping experience?”

“....Jimin....” Your groan comes out from the depths of your soul, like you've aged ten years. The tinkling of his laughter follows but you silently consent; this was not exactly the wild outdoor adventures you had signed up for and quite frankly, you think you'll spend the rest of the year indoors.

Camping – you respect it, but it just ain't you.

[farfarawayinthelandof]

Kinda random but is it okay if i request Saiki with a crush who's basically an isekai protag? Like, they get transported to other worlds almost on a daily basis and they're so used to it that they don't really care anymore- and when Saiki comes to pick them up he finds them chilling with the locals.

Isekai is a genre where an average teenager gets transported into an another world where usually magic is present. I think It would be pretty funny lol-

SAIKI W/ AN ISEKAI PROTAG CRUSH

i love this idea so much! tysm for the request :)

i got very carried away with this, oops lol

gn!reader

warnings: swearing

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- saiki has had an eye on you for a while

- not in a creepy way- no-

- he's just interested in you!

- (he has a crush on you - just won't admit it 🙄)

- anyways

- one day, at school, he notices that you're gone

- he's the first to notice btw

- he uses his clairvoyance on you to figure out where you've gone/if you're sick and-

- YOU'RE IN A FUCKING PIRATE SHIP!?!?! ABOUT TO WALK THE PLANK!?!?

- AND YOU'RE LIKE UNUSUALLY CALM ABOUT IT?!?

- saiki keeps his eyes crossed, watching, resisting the urge to teleport and get you in the middle of class.

- as soon as he can, trying to keep an eye on you using his powers, saiki walks into the bathroom to teleport

- he appears just as a weird looking boy decked out in green starts to sword fight an older man wearing red (looking like a stereotypical pirate ofc)

- Saiki realizes that you, and himself, are currently IN the fairytale Peter Pan.

- saiki finds you at the edge of the boat cheering your new friend on.

- "oh hi saiki! how are you?" you ask, aware that manners are still important in the midst of battle.

- "good grief, Y/N." Saiki just grabs your arm and teleports you outta there.

- you're kind of relieved. as fun as the lost boys were, they were pretty clingy.

- "Y/N, how did you end up there?"

- You explain to him that sometimes you end up in completely different worlds, and you have to go along with whatever story until it ends. then you can go home. simple.

- saiki is just like

- 😐

- as always

- anyways, now that the cats out of the bag about your "power" and saiki's, you're both a lot closer (at least you think)

- much to saiki's disdain (lol jk he doesn't mind)

- what he DOES mind is how flaky you are. but hey! you can't help it

- and obviously he knows that

- but still, Y/N. 😐seriously!?!? now he has to be with nendo and kaido ALONE.

- so it's kind of unspoken that saiki will teleport you out of different worlds when you find yourself stuck in them

- its a perfect day. the birds are chirping, the sun is out (but it's not too hot), and there is no one to bother saiki.

- saiki is excited to hang out with you at cafe miami (he reminds himself it's just because coffee jelly🤤butthat'ss actually a fat lie he likes you)

- saiki gets there first. so he waits for you to show up.

- you don't show up.

- good grief, Y/N

- saiki uses his clairvoyance to check on you and

- you're running away from something

- YOU"RE RUNNING AWAY FROM A FUCKING TITAN?!?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME Y/N?!?!?!

- You Are Not Shitting Him.

- Saiki fucking books it too the restroom

- to teleport to you

- thank god he gets there just in time

- honestly, after that you couldn't be more grateful towards him

- saiki knows this

- 😘cocky piece of shit

- "THANK YOU SO MUCH, SAIKI. I AM FOREVER INDEBTED TO YOU."

- "Calm down." okay, says the man with a heart rate of 2338297 bpm.

- so yeah, him collecting you from whatever universe you're in becomes a thing... that happens often

- "seriously, where the hell is Y/N?! we have an important biology test today."

- Saiki teleports to you, finding himself inside of a lavish castle.

- "WOOHOO! SAIKI COME HERE! MEET MY NEW FRIENDS!"

- there you are, wearing 16th century clothes, huddled with you new friends around a cauldron.

- "come on, Y/N. we have school."

- "but saiki! I don't want to go back to school after this! at least let me stay for the sacrifice🥺"

- you have never seen saiki teleport you faster.

- you've got to many worlds - mostly fictional, some completely new and magical, and saiki is always there to help you out

- yeah you return his feelings

- saiki knows you like him

- and while he's not ready to admit his feelings in return for you, he knows he'll be there, for you. ☺

wow that was cheesy

no beta, btw. we die like men

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[90stvshowgoth]

—THE BET

summary: you thought that as a member of the phantom troupe you were supposed to be smarter than this, yet here you were betting against hisoka. everyone knew that hisoka was a master at poker, cards were his weapon after all, but you couldn’t resist wagering one more bet on a drinking game.

w/c: 4587

tags: dubcon, drunk sex, creampie, blood kink, hate sex, begging, brat taming

a/n: this originally started as a chrollo oneshot, you can kinda tell from how the opening paragraph is about him, but once i started writing the poker game i was like “okay no i gotta make this its own thing,” and because of that decision we now have loose ends getting ch.3 rn :) also no, i couldn’t help but kinda reference phantom of the opera cause it slaps and nobody can tell me otherwise. also, no, before anyone asks, this is a oneshot. it aint getting a sequel.

big thanks to the lovely miss @sealedrosewater for beta reading this clownfucking nightmare.

The heist had gone off without a hitch, Chrollo’s plan worked like a charm and before the night was out you had all flawlessly extracted each and every one of the gilded texts being held in the museum. You still remembered the childlike gleam in your boss’ eyes as he ran his fingers over the aged leather, its binding parchment laced with gold. The faintest ghost of a smile fled from his pallid lips as he admired his new conquest. It made your chest swell with pride, happy to help the man you respected so much. Besides, your cut was nothing to sneeze at.

Your rendezvous was inside a long-abandoned opera theatre where dust clung to the red velvet of the seats and the chandelier was seemingly hanging by a thread; your boss always had a flair for the dramatics. Once all members of the spider had finished reconvening at the empty theatre to gather their spoils it wasn’t long before someone, probably Uvogin, brought out the drinks. Nobunaga had already begun nursing a rum and coke, all while Feitan kept turning down Shal’s insistence to “Just try some, Fei,” Even Shizuku cracked open one of the ice-cold bottles, knocking back an impressive swig. As soon as you saw Machi pulling out a deck of cards you knew you had to stay for the after party.

Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said of your leader. He’d gone to his room with the book you recovered tucked under his arm. A few other members who couldn’t be bothered took after your leader and went off to whichever side room they’d stashed a futon in the week prior; the Phantom Troupe’s equivalent of picking out a bedroom. A shame, really. You’d seen Feitan drunk once before and it was truly a sight to behold.

You sat crosslegged on the wooden floor, watching your comrades slowly get comfortable for a night of fun. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat above you, looking up to see Pakunoda with a soft smile on her face and an opened beer in her outstretched hand.

“Paku, have I ever told you how much I love you?” You couldn’t help but shower the woman with praise. She had been the one who recommended you to Chrollo after all, and she served as your mentor for your first few months until you found your feet.

She scoffed at the compliment, “Far too much,”

Sticking your tongue out playfully at the mindreader, you took a deep sip of beer, enjoying the familiar taste. Paku sat down beside you and it wasn’t long before the two of you were drinking shoulder to shoulder.

“Machi! Deal us in,” You raised your drink to the transmuter and she flicked two cards towards you both.

Scooting away from Paku, you quickly scanned the cards you’d received before pressing them face down. A queen and an ace. Not great, but not awful either.

The others had formed a haphazard circle, each glancing at their cards with an unreadable poker face. Well, all except Hisoka, who seemed pleased as punch with whatever hand he’d been dealt. Silently, Nobunaga took out two coins and threw them into the center— the Troupe’s house rules counting it to be equivalent to 2 billion jenny.

“Call,” you answered, matching the swordsman’s bet with an unreadable expression on your face.

“Oh? Well then, I’ll raise you,” Hisoka purred, pushing five extra chips into the pot without breaking his gaze from yours.

‘What was he planning?’ That smug look of his just made you want to win that much more. The same seemed to be true of everyone else, each calling the clown’s bet in a row. After all, to a member of the Phantom Troupe, five billion jenny wasn’t that much of a loss.

When Machi turned up the first three cards your heart skipped a beat. Two queens and a seven. Winning a round of poker against some of the smartest criminals the world had ever known was an uphill battle, seeing as how you’d been a member for years without winning a single game.

‘Three of a kind already... what should I do?’ Your face was as stone-cold as before, even with the excitement bubbling in your gut. As nonchalantly as you could, you raised another two billion. At that, Uvo and Shizuku both folded, the enhancer grumbling with a disappointed frown.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I haven’t got enough coins~” Hisoka slapped down a twenty, and a chorus of annoyed groans broke out like a choir, the abandoned theatre’s acoustics amusingly echoed the loud noises of displeasure.

After that little stunt only three others remained: Pakunoda, who’s facade hadn’t cracked all game, Nobunaga, who was glaring daggers at Hisoka, and the aforementioned magician holding up his cards in front of him like a child playing for the first time.

All three of you matched his bet, but none were happy about it. As Machi flipped over the fourth card you found yourself holding your breath. Not because you particularly cared about the money at stake, but because you felt closer to a victory than you had in months. The caricature of a medieval jester being illuminated under the light made you dig your nails into the palm of your hand.

Joker. That meant you had four queens.

It never felt harder to fight a smile off your face than in that moment. Without betraying your excitement, you called, and to your surprise so did Hisoka. Was he bluffing? Or did he have something else in mind? Nobunaga took a deep breath, knocking back the rest of his drink before calling alongside Pakunoda.

All eyes were on the card beneath Machi’s fingertips, the seconds it took to turn the paper on its head filled the theatre with a suspense liable to bring its fragile walls to the ground.

An eight of hearts. Oh well, no big deal.

Nobunaga muttered a curse under his breath, revealing a simple jack and ten of the same suit. Pakunoda was unreadable when she showed the pair of kings she held in her hands. She must’ve thought that the three of a kind would’ve won her the game. The smile on your face felt sweeter after holding it in the whole round, and Nobunaga rolled his eyes when he saw your hand, pushing the pot towards you.

“Well, look at that~” Your victory was interrupted by Hisoka’s insufferable tone, the cards he held up making your jaw drop.

A nine and a jack of hearts. A straight flush.

“That’s bullshit!” You cried, enraged over the loss. It wasn’t even that you cared so much about losing, It only mattered because you lost to him. In an instant you had summoned your nen into the palms of your hands, ready to lunge at the clown when Pakunoda grasped your shoulders, holding you back. Sometimes you forgot how much brute strength was hidden under that pantsuit.

“Just flip a coin, don’t give him what he wants.” Your first reaction was to ignore her, squirming against her iron grip to try and get to Hisoka, who was dramatically scooping all your winnings into his arms.

Uvogin tossed yet another empty beer can over his head, “C’mon Paku, I say let ‘em fight,”

“I concur~” The magician chirped, dramatically stacking each and every coin he’d won while boring his yellow eyes right into yours. His tongue parted his lips, a manic excitement hiding behind the coy expression.

Although every muscle in your body screamed at you to rip into him, you knew you wouldn’t win. He knew your abilities and you couldn’t say for certain you knew all of his.

“Never-mind,” You spat the words out at him like they tasted sour, “You’d probably get off on it anyways.”

A few laughs from the peanut gallery followed your words and Hisoka shrugged, the intense bloodlust from a few seconds ago vanishing as if he’d changed his mind about fighting you on a whim. “You may be right, darling,” your face scrunched up at the nickname you knew he only used to get on your nerves, which it did. “but what if we played a different game?”

Despite how badly you just wanted to ignore him and laugh the night away with all but one of your comrades, you couldn’t turn down the idea of a rematch. Your pride wasn’t nothing to you. “What kind of game?” You asked hesitantly.

He hummed, standing up from the towers of coin he’d made, sauntering over to the cooler of drinks Franklin had provided. After digging around the cold box he pulled out a bottle of fruity tequila and two empty shot glasses.

Your eyes narrowed at the “innocent” smile on his face, looking over to Pakunoda for reassurance.

“You’ll kill him if he spikes my drink, right?” You asked your mentor, who nodded resolutely.

Paku was staring at Hisoka like she was already thinking of ten different ways how to kill him. After sizing him up she flashed you a reassuring nod, “Without question.”

Resolute in your decision, you marched forward, snatching one of the shot glasses from his hand. The stage lights shone above him, making his eyes gleam like the plastic gloss of a doll.

“Shall we begin, then?”

You raised an eyebrow, “What are the rules first?”

He waved his hand in the air, brushing it off, “Nothing too complex, I assure you. The first one who taps out will lose. The loser will do something for the winner. That’s all.”

You still weren’t convinced it could be that simple. “What’s the catch?”

That smirk from before returned to his painted face and he suddenly leaned forward, feeling far too close for comfort. Still, you didn’t step away, your face expressionless as he whispered into your ear. If you did you felt like he’d somehow win whatever stand-still the two of you had on.

“If I lose, I’ll leave the Phantom Troupe,” You reeled away, stunned at his declaration.

Being accepted into the Troupe was the best moment of your life, it always would be. When you looked into the mirror at the tattoo that curled under your ribcage you felt such a warm swell of pride. You couldn’t imagine throwing it all away over some drinking game.

“And...” You blinked rapidly, trying to collect yourself, “If I lose?”

The laugh that echoed from his chest was far from reassuring.

The evening slowly ran into the early morning, each of the other Troupe members wandering off eventually in varying stages of drunkenness. Even Pakunoda headed off to bed after confirming that Hisoka hadn’t spiked your drinks with anything other than a strawberry vodka base. It was unnerving at first, to be completely alone with Omokage’s replacement. Luckily his tastes ran strong, and your vision was spinning before your knew it.

“Match.” Another shot went down your throats, the taste disgustingly sweet, and you watched as his Adam’s apple tensed from the burn.

You’d long since stopped counting how many drinks you’d had, losing track once you got to the double digits. You were both using nen to reinforce yourselves, obviously, but it wasn’t infallible.

‘How is he so good at this?’ You wondered, because as the bottle ran low you started to question just what had made you so confident as to enter a bet with Hisoka in the first place.

“My dear, why not rest for a minute? At least try to enjoy each others company?” His legs were crossed, resting his hand on his palm as he not-so-subtly checked you out. It wasn’t uncommon, and certainly not unexpected from someone like him, but what you hated wasn’t just the nerve of him, but how it made you feel. His scrutiny sent chills down your spine, the unnerving edge to his tone only making you shift your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure.

“You’re the worst, Hisoka,” you knocked back two consecutive shots, unable to hide the wince it caused on your face. Good, you wanted it to sting. Anything to take your mind off the magician in front of you.

He pouted as he poured another row of drinks, “Aw, now why’s that?”

You answered his question with another, pointing towards the half-empty bottle of liquor, “Whats in this, really?”

The magician rolled his eyes, “I did pick an unopened bottle for a reason, dear, I do so want you to trust me.”

Without much fanfare he threw back four shots, over your stunned reaction.

“Just give up already, Darling~ I promise to make it worth your while,” You were reaching your limit for sure, but you were far to stubborn to give up without a fight.

“Fuck you,” you took the first of your next four shots slowly, not managing his fast pace.

He grinned a cheshire smile, “Oh, say that again, will you?”

If he were to call you out on the blush slowly spreading across your nose you’d just blame the alcohol, but the truth was that his words just egged you on even more to the point where you were almost—barely even considering...

“What do you mean, make it worth my while?”

He leaned forward like a cat, agile and silent, whispering his words against your temple, “I’ll tell you how I won that hand,” He got you, hook, line, and sinker.

“You’ll tell me how you cheated?”

Hisoka nodded, a clawed hand coming to stroke a stray piece of hair behind your ear, the action far too intimate for someone like him.

There was no way you’d win against him in this match, that much was clear from the very sober way Hisoka held himself against you, inhumanly still, so what did you have to lose?

‘Your dignity,’ A part of you answered back, but it wasn’t all that convincing. You’d left your dignity behind four shots ago.

“If I lose...”

“If you lose,” He mouthed the words into your cheek, his eyes closed in thought, “You do know what I’ve decided my prize shall be, right?” Of course you knew what he wanted. You weren’t stupid, and the way he nuzzled himself into your neck was far from subtle.

Were you actually so desperate to learn how you lost that you’d sleep with him?

No, you weren’t. But the ache between your legs was getting harder to ignore, and the idea that you could write off what you were about to do behind the excuse of gathering intel sounded like a win-win.

You dug your hands into his hair, not trying to be anything but rough, basking in the moan that spilled from his lips, breath hot against your neck before you yanked him back to meet your gaze.

“Fine. You win, Hisoka,” He smirked, and although he was on his knees he still towered over you, “so how did you cheat?”

Before you could blink his hand had wrapped around your throat, the magician slamming your head into the wood of the stage. You’d had plenty of time to block the damage with your hatsu but the action left your brain rattling inside your skull.

“I’ll tell you later,” He promised, the disorienting blur was slow to fade from the alcohol, and distantly you could feel his other hand stroke your face, his nails like filed daggers trailing over your cheekbones.

“What to do with my prize, then, hm?” He mused, tilting your head from left to right as if examining a block of wood he was about to carve. You coughed on impulse when he let go of your neck, guiding it up instead and taking both your small hands into his palm with an iron grip.

With a flick of his wrist he drew a card, the eight of hearts, seemingly out of nowhere, his nen sharpening it into a thin blade, “Don’t move,”

“Wait... Hisoka, don’t—!” You were far too late to stop him, the frigid air of the ghostly theatre rushing to meet the bare skin of your chest.

Your shirt fell to ribbons along with your bra and you thrashed desperately in his grasp, angry over the loss of your favorite top. He paid your escape attempt no mind, enraptured with the way your tits rose and fell with the timing of your breath and the way you tried to wriggle yourself free.

Still holding your hands to the floor above you, his head bent to wrap a skilled tongue around your tits, a soft sigh involuntarily falling away from you.

“I fuckin’ ha-ate you, Hisoka—ah,” His teeth bit down on your peak at the comment, peering up at you from under his fiery hair.

“Oh? Then why is it you’re moaning like a little whore?” He shifted his weight above you and you saw an opportunity.

You kicked with all your strength between his legs, pulling your knee back and shoving him off with a dig of your shoe into his stomach, “I’m not, don’t call me that shit!”

He actually loosened his grip on you clearly not intending for you to get free from his grasp, a choked sound of what you thought was pain devolving to something much more heated as he stared into you.

“You... are well worth the wait, my dear,” His bloodlust seeped out from every pore, grounding you to the spot. You could usually hold your own against someone like him but it wasn’t hard to see the disadvantage you were at.

Within a fraction of a second he was on you, twisting your waist in his clawed grasp until your ass was hiked into the air, a sharpened playing card slicing through the denim until he could rip it from your legs, yelp echoing like music in the long-silent theatre.

“I knew you’d have some fight left in you,” He crawled forward and you started to realize why he wore exclusively baggy pants, his length hot against you through the fabric as his hips caged you in. As he began to remove that street-performer getup he always wore he’d occasionally curl his hand around your waist to mercifully tug on your ignored clit, your groans muffled and cursed, “I love it. That resilience? It just turns me on.”

You could feel your confidence fade as he tugged those sweatpants down, the weight of him grinding into your ass made all your bravado vanish.

“It will make it so much more satisfying...” He pointed his finger upwards, and suddenly your hands became magnetized to each other, no amount of struggle even budging the rubbery nen substance. “...when I break you.”

Without warning he slid himself inside you, hands holding your hips still as he forced your back into an arch. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, the flailing of your bound arms useless as he shallowly began pumping his cock deeper inside you.

Your muffled curses whispered into the floor made him laugh, pulling his hand back and cruelly slapping the vulnerable flesh of your ass without a warning.

“Wh.. Why?”

“Because, darling, I want to hear you beg for me.” He pouted, teasing your clenched walls with only the tip of his slick head.

Despite the desire coursing through your veins you still had your pride in tact, “Never gonna happen, asshole.”

Gripping your hips, he dug himself into your dripping cunt as far as he could, both of you unrestrained with a moan at the feeling of his cock brushing near your cervix, your hips traitorously snapping back to meet his eager thrusts, movement near impossible as Hisoka forced you into the ground.

You cried out softly with each quick pull and stretch, only able to say his name one syllable at a time,

“Hi-so—kah...” It was hard to turn your head to the side from his brutal pace but somehow you manage, craning yourself in order to see him; His head was thrown back with a sheer bliss softening his glistening skin, his eyes closed and lips parted. The sight made your keening grow louder, the simple image of him losing himself in your twitching pussy sending a wave of slick dripping around his length.

He must’ve felt your gaze on him because soon enough his was staring at you, his pupils blown wide with desire in a way that made them look like a sun eclipsed, black outlined with a ring of fiery gold.

All at once his hips froze, digging his cock so far as to leave an indent in your pelvis. For a confused second you thought he’d finished, but his gaze was cruel and focused, his lips in a smirk, and you felt no more full than you had a moment ago. He was doing this on purpose.

“Wait, no-nono, wh..y?” You hiccuped, taking his break as a moment to wipe unshed tears from your glossy eyes.

He sighed, “I don’t like repeating myself, darling,” He accentuated the infuriating nickname with a slap to your thigh, face unchanged as he trailed his sharpened fingertips along the reddening skin.

“His..oh.. fuck, Hisoka—“ The banished tears returned, falling silently down your pink face as you whispered, “please,”

“Hmm? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, my dear, mind saying that again?

Your voice hiccuped as you spoke, “Please, alright? Please,” You thought it’d be enough, that he might finally go back to toying with your clit while he fucked you into the old floorboards, but you’d underestimated the magician’s self-control.

Innocently, he tilted his head, “Please what, dear? Please hit you again?” Hisoka didn’t blink as he slowly brought up his palm, giving you plenty of time to try and wiggle free from your punishment just to show off how futile escape really was, lashing his hand down on the same patch of skin as before, grinning at the shriek he yanked from your lungs.

“No! No, fu-uck.. just—“ You whimpered, brain seemingly disconnected from your mouth as you struggled to form the words, “just fuck me, Hisoka, please.”

“Look at you, huh? You were a slut after all,” He purred, letting the weight of your words hang lifeless in the air along with your stubborn pride. Before you could argue again his hand had returned to your clit, pace unforgiving as he pulled your nerves ever closer to snapping only to halt the second he grew bored, “Say it,”

Mindlessly, you nodded your head, “I’m yours, I’m your slut, Hisoka,” you intentionally clenched yourself around him, mumbling lucid pleas for more as his hard cock twitched, pre cum dripping from your heat onto the floor as your conscience trying to deny what your body so willingly accepted, “want you to fuck me, Hisoka, fu-ck,” you whined, the still presence inside your sensitive walls drove you insane.

With each word a truly unhinged aura began to surround him, and by extension, you, the intoxicating menace dripping over you like a drug as you faced forward once again, wiggling your ass as best you could in his grip.

That was his breaking point, ripping you away from his cock only to drive himself back in, digging the full blade of his nails into your hips, blood pooling around the crescent cuts.

“Fuck, ah.. Darling, ‘doing so good, so good’fr me-ah,” He slurred his words together, more drunk on you than the vodka as he leaned back, forcing you to meet him as his thrusts became so quick that it was getting hard to breathe, your ribcage creaking with discomfort as you were nailed into the stage.

“M..o-re, more...” You begged, and he was happy to oblige. the smearing crimson of blood running hot down your thighs, the pain only making you more pliant in his sculptor’s hands as he folded your body however he liked, ignoring your pained weep from the stretch as he slung one of your bleeding legs over his shoulder.

It was almost weird to hear him say your actual name, so often he used a pet name to mock or flirt with you, sometimes both, “So good for me like this, taking me so goo-uh,” He choked on his words as your cunt tightened around him, your hands clinging for balance in his hair, and Hisoka clearly didn’t mind if the slew of moans from his lips was any indication.

The angle his hips cut into had the edges of your vision turning into a vignette, “I’m close, so close, gonna cum inside you, yeah? Right here,” The hand that had been toying with your clit changed angles, his fingertips spinning spirals onto your aching bud while the flat of his hand pushed against your stomach, your shout swallowed by his pretty lips, tongue toying with yours.

“Ye-es cum inn-side me,” You were too far gone to care, anything he said sounded good as long as he said it in that sultry purr, arms numb as they lay suspended above your head.

“Take it, take it, Darling,” With what little strength you had left you curved your calf beside his neck, pulling him in until his cock brushed your cervix, the pain indistinguishable from the pleasure, “Uhn, cumm-fuck, i’m cumming—“

His cum was thick, the curve of his cock jutting inside you as he filled you up, mercifully swallowing your hallowed scream as he kissed you deeply, almost all feeling in your raised leg lost until he lowered it to his waist, involuntarily snapping his hips up although they had nowhere left to go until your moan turned into a broken sob of lingering bliss.

“Shh, dear, I’ve got you,” With a whirl of his wrist your arms were free of his bungee gum, shakily pulling them to your sides again as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your neck, whispering a slurred mess of sweet words, stopping to suck a particularly deep hickey into the vein of your flesh.

“Hisoka, quit it!” Your fight had returned along with feeling to your fingertips as you wrenched him back by the hair, his cock jumping.a bit inside you at the grip, “I’ll have to wear sweaters for weeks now, you jerk.”

The capillaries had already begun to burst as he laughed, reaching up behind your head to pull his discarded top forward, digging out what looked like a piece of smooth cleaning cloth from its pocket and lying it over your neck with a simple point of his finger, gyo revealing the pink gum of his aura that controlled it before he smoothed the fabric over your skin, the texture so light you could barely feel it.

“A deal’s a deal, love, I’ll tell you how I cheated,” He smiled as satisfied and smug as he could ever be, a tingling sensation overtaking the patch of covered skin.

As he pulled your hand away you ran your fingers over the cloth, not finding a seam among the normal tone of your chest. Eyes wide as you looked at him for answers he was already happy to provide, “It’s called texture surprise. I can apply it to any flat surface and change its appearance. It’s quite handy,”

“It works on skin, paper, even playing cards,” You felt like an idiot. During the match you kept analyzing him for a sleight of hand trick all while he was using a second nen technique to win. It was so simple but genius, and you felt a little bit better knowing you weren’t outwitted by something obvious.

“You’re the worst, Hisoka,”

He chuckled, kissing along the new unblemished canvas of your neck, “I know~”

[elysianslove]

cheering you up ; haikyuu boys

synopsis; different ways the haikyuu boys care for you and cheer you up when you’re sad

pairings; karasuno x reader, nekoma x reader, aoba johsai x reader, fukurodani x reader, shiratorizawa x reader, inarizaki x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none probably a bunch of mistakes lmfao

note; i had to repost this like 3 times rip. anyways, im sorry for not adding inarizaki on my last one jbshds but they’re here now!!

karasuno ━━

sugawara koshi; i definitely think he's so in tune with you, and your emotions. he learns your cues very well, and knows every little thing about you that there is to learn. if you're having a bad day, he'll notice right away. he won't comment on it though. all he'll do is these little things to try to cheer you up, but it's going to be very subtle. he'll let u rest ur head on his shoulder, run his fingers through ur hair. he'll sneakily buy u ur favorite snack. doesn't bring anything up until you do. ends the day with cuddles and a chick flick.

sawamura daichi; he notices but he doesn't really know how to react. not because he doesn't know what to do, but because he doesn't want to trigger you or deepen your sadness in any way. he's very careful with you. if it's something throughout the day, he's very quiet and tender with you, just silently lets you rest your head against his chest and rubs your back/arm tenderly. as you're walking home he asks if you want to talk about it, and reminds you that it's good to, but it's also okay if you don't want to.

nishinoya yuu; not a single sad moment with mr noya here. seriously you cannot breathe. ok but in all honesty, when you're sad. he's sad. sends you memes, and you'll be laughing at them with tears streaming down your face because you don't really know what you're feeling anymore. he does a lot of tiktok trends with you, any of the couple ones. grabs your faces and ,,, smooch all over. until you have no choice but to laugh. if you want to cry even more, he'll watch the notebook and the vow a thousand times over, and be a sobbing mess next to you. just don't tell the guys okay? <3

kageyama tobio; he's so.   bad. at this please help him. like he can tell ur sad, bc he's v good at reading people. but like. what the fuck is he supposed to do. anyways. when u two get to be alone and he kinda notices how quiet you are, he just nudges you slightly, and pulls you to him. it's easier to talk to you, he's calmer, when he can't directly look at you. when he feels you start to shake in his arms, feels the wet tears down your cheeks as you start to sob in his arms, his heart kinda breaks. all he can do is hold you, but it's what you need. and he'll listen too, if that's what you need as well.

tsukishima kei; i think he notices, but doesn't bring it up at all. the way he goes about it is he'll tease you to try and bring a smile on your face. because this is tsukki, and you know him well enough, you know the truth behind his jabs, enough to appreciate them. if it doesn't work, he'll just start to make fun of people in front of you, pointing random people out with you and just being like "wanna bet on what's making their relationship fall apart" this sadist i stg. like suga, he subtly makes you feel better until you yourself approach him about whatever's upsetting. actually gives 10/10 advice bc he's v honest.

asahi azumane; he's so empathetic oh my god bruh. notices immediately. "baby what's got u so upset" w a big pout on his face and when u just mumble "nothin" so low he barely catches it and instead throw yourself into his arms, he gives you a big, certified asahi bear hug. doesn't leave your side at all. constantly mutters sweet nothings and encouragements. if you do the bare minimum like make it through class he'll meet you after and be all "im so proud of my pretty baby". cuddles all day. all night. he's not very good at advice but he is the best listener !!! so attentive and you'll feel a huge weight lifted.

tanaka ryunosuke; "aight who do i need to jump" type beat. u love him so much though. that one sentence and sentiment already has you feeling better. immediately hugs you so tight, borderline suffocating you. "wanna ditch school". 100% willing to do so. he doesn't really know whether to approach it with distracting you or facing the obstacle head-on, but he finds a middle ground. eats your feelings out with you. saeko pulls out the embarrassing ryu pictures and suddenly you don't know why you were ever sad.

hinata shoyo; is really oblivious for a bit tbh. when he first meets you at the start of the day and his hyperactive self is greeted by your duller, sadder self, he doesn't think much of it. it's when you don't react to him or interact with him the way you usually would that he starts to notice you being off. he's actually super straightforward about it, and approaches you with some of your favorite snack that he bribed ukai to give him for free and just "wanna tell me whats up, baby?" he's so, so easy to talk to. immediately you're venting. and he listens to intently, gives stupidly good advice. it's like such simple approaches to your problem but?? it works. anyways you love him.

yamaguchi tadashi; will be super worried about what he could do to make it better, and kinda just tries to feed you as much positive energy as he can. once he's comfortable with people, he becomes really chatty, so i see him talking your ear off with the biggest smile on his face that you have no choice but to kind of ? mimic it? he just radiates goodness and sweetness that it shifts your own energy. he on some witchcraft shit on god. anyways when he walks you home or something, he'll just stop for a min and avoid your eyes when he says "ik u dont feel the best, but i dont want you to have to hide that from me, okay?" stan tadashi <3

nekoma ━━

kuroo tetsurō; drops everything. i mean it. i genuinely think kuroo would be such a good boyfriend that he'll sense it and text u as ur getting ready for school and be like "are u sad i feel like ur sad". you dont really wanna worry him and you'll just reassure him ur fine but he's already at your front door in — not his school uniform. insists the two of you take the day off saying "its fine babe im super smart". you two will spend the whole day just simply existing, talking when needed, he listens to you if you vent, and tries to come up with as many options of solutions for you so you don't feel weighed down. he'll make sure you eat even if you don't have an appetite, and will try to make u do something productive bc in a lotta cases, it could help you feel a lil better yk :)

kozume kenma; i pretend i do not see it — kozume kenma (2020). jbwjwks im jk. he's like tsukki in the sense that he will never address it, and he doesn't outwardly approach you about it. if it's just an off day for you, and you also happen to not have school, you'll go over to his house, hoping to feel a little bit better when you see him. "can i have a kiss, sunshine" to which he responds "why." you just go "im sad" and he gives u a big smooch. he'll have you lay on his lap while he plays his games, occasionally just sneaking in a peak at you to make sure you're okay. he'll ask if you wanna play to get your mind off things for a while. eventually, when things wind down a bit, he'll just mutter "yk i love you, yeah?" and that lights up your world hehe

haiba lev; as soon as he notices you're sad he just ☹️. he picks out a small flower and as soon as he sees you, he just tucks it by your ear, and smile so brightly and youll just be like "oh my god lev please stop being so cute". he won't really know what to do tbh, but the way he's so lost makes it so heartwarming and it honestly cheers you up all on its own. he just. "would a kiss make it better" and if you nod he'll just start kissing all over your face so softly, until he finally kisses your lips. when he pulls away he asks "again?" with a cute smile and if you nod he'll just kiss you over and over again. very simple way of cheering you up, and very foolproof tbh.

yaku morisuke; i think throughout the day, he might pester you a little bit about telling him what was wrong, but after you keep insisting you're fine, he relents, and decides that maybe giving you your own time and space to open up to him is better. he tries not to act differently in that sense, but he finds himself being a little more soft spoken, and gentler with you. i just had this image flash in my brain of you resting your head on a desk, head turned to the right, and then yaku comes and sits to your right, putting his head on the desk and facing you. and just. "hi :)" your heart melts. he kisses your forehead softly and tells you you're wonderful, in case you've forgotten. if, or when, you do open up to him, he'll be very eager to listen, and ready to fight off whoever upset you.

yamamoto taketora; this man is angry. like properly. "who the FUCK put a frown on my baby's face. speak the fuck up. i won't hurt you. ill just mutilate you." if you tell him that it's no one, and that you're just upset, he'll be so confused but he'll just nod and be like "okay. okay. do you want a hug?" and he'll hug you so tight. he'll admit that he doesn't like seeing you like this, and that he'll do anything to make it better. at first he's very cautious, but then he just lightbulb moment and as soon as you get home he'll be like "karaoke night babyyyyy" and then. no more sad.

aoba johsai ━━

oikawa tōru; very. perceptive. he greets you normally, even if he notices something's off, because he won't want to worsen anything. you meet him right before he has practice after school, and he'll just cup your face, lifting them to brush at your hair, and you just sigh. "my baby's had a long day, yeah?" he'll be very gentle and careful with you, i'm sure. he gives you a kiss, smiling softly into it, and reassuring you that you're much too strong to let a single bad day destroy you like this. he meets you later that night with a lotta ice cream and you two just binge watch any reality show you could find, shit talking the actors together. he himself is terrible at talking about his feelings this dumbass >:( so he understands if you don't want to yk? will encourage u to vent it out though. expect terrible, makes no sense advice

iwaizumi hajime; he kinda like. gets mad? when you continue to be upset and not speak about it? he's not mad at you! he's just. mad. this is iwa okay. anyways. he won't bring it up mostly, only being slightly more affectionate, especially in his hand holding, which is super gentle already as it is. when he invites you over, that's when he actually starts to talk to you about it. he lets you know that there's nothing worse than seeing you like this and not knowing what to do, and that he wants you to be able to talk to him. about anything. even if you think it's stupid. he'll listen, and tell you that it's not stupid if it's making you upset. he cooks for you <33333 then bakes with you <33333 you feel a lot lighter at the end of the night tbh

hanamaki takahiro; (he's so annoying i love him). as soon as he sees you upset he makes it his mission throughout the day to cheer you up in any possible way. spams your phone while you're class with ten thousand wholesome memes. sends you pick up lines. when he meets you in between classes he just yells out "how's my favorite person in the entire world!" and kisses you so wholly in the middle of the school hallway lmfao. while he's walking you home, takes a longer route and purposely, he passes by your favorite store/bakery/ice cream parlor. buys u ur favorite, and pretends to be shocked when you give him a piece. late at night, he'll facetime you, wondering how you're feeling, asking if you needed to talk about it. whether you do or you don't, you two will fall asleep facetiming.

matsukawa issei; the minute he sees you he's like "whats wrong". no hi or anything. he has like this frown on his face, which seems off bc it's rare to see a frown on issei's face, and he just tucks your chin in his palm gently and stares at your pout. "you good, baby?" he can tell you're not, but he wants you to be able to tell him on your own. sticks by your side the entire day, and nobody really mentions it. he talks to you as if it were a normal day, but his voice has a softer edge. he's not distracting you, per se. he's more, talking to fill the space while giving you your own space to think. once you're alone, he'll just drag you to the nearest comfy surface, flop down, and pull you on top of him. if you even try to resist or ask whats going on he'll just "nap and cuddles first." and when u sleep a lil bit of ur sadness away, he'll just let you talk it out as he continues to hold you <333

fukurodani ━━

bokuto kōtarō; just as empathetic as asahi, if not more. he really does feel it all with you. yk sympathy pains that partners get when women get contractions? bokuto is that partner. with bokuto, i feel like he'd never make you feel like you couldn't just straight up text him "im sad" and feel bad about it. if you ever do that, he'll immediately call, not even bothering with a text. if he can't come over, he stays with you until you've cried your heart out and then laughing until you can't breathe. if he can go over, he smothers you with love. repeatedly says "you know i love you, yeah? you know how grateful i am for you?" and in between kisses "im so lucky. so, so lucky."

akaashi keiji; i feel like as soon as akaashi notices you're down, or you're slightly off, he just grabs your hand and squeezes, forcing you to stop spacing out and focus on him for a second. if you're with a lot of people around you, he'll lean close to you and ask if you wanna go home. he'll be so soft and gentle and understanding, making up some excuse on the spot on why the two of you have to leave. if you're alone, he'll grab your hand and kind of tug you towards him, silently asking you to come into his arms, where you yourself know you feel safest. as soon as you're in the comfort of your home together, he'll like run you a bath and slip into it with you, just holding you until the water grows cold and the droplets on your skin are from your own tears. he'll wait it out, just holding you as reassurance, then make sure nothing's stopping you from spilling everything to him.

konoha akinori; when he first notices, he kinda deflates. like. who would wanna see their s/o like that? his smile is gentler when he greets you, and he's so soft with you. he grabs a pen and lifts your palm up, quickly scribbling down in his unique handwriting "i love you :) <3" on your skin, whispering for you not to wash it off until the end of the day. it is weirdly motivating tbh. as soon as the two of you are alone, he says it to you, face to face, an expected look on his face as if to ask "you know that, yeah?". puts on a movie to tune out the rest of the world, and holds you close to him as it drags on. he'll give advice if you're asking for it, but he's a better listener than anything else.

shiratorizawa ━━

ushijima wakatoshi; does not notice. in all honesty, he expects you to approach him whenever you have an issue or if you're upset. he's kinda like ? so confused when you're so down and really unresponsive, until he starts to notice how touchy you are. like you're leaning more into his touch, holding onto his hand like it's your lifeline, stealing his vbc jacket because it smells like him. is very straightforward, and will just ask you if you're okay as he walks/drives you home. kinda just stops in front of your house and presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulling you into a hug. "please don't be upset." he won't tell you that it kills him, but you can sense the unsaid words. he urges you to keep his jacket when he notices how safe it makes you feel. greets you the next morning with a new cactus in a pot hehe.

semi eita; is very cuddly once he notices. you'll sit at a table in school and he'll be sitting next to you, but he just pulls you into him and lets you rest your head on his chest, mumbling softly into your hair "i know you're sad and it's okay." he doesn't say anything else, just holds you there with a few kisses in between until he has to let go. late at night, if your thoughts are still keeping you up, he'll be up too, worrying, and will text you at 3 am if u wanna sneak out to meet him. takes you to the park and lays on the grass with you, picking out stars and constellations in the sky, with a soft soundtrack playing from his phone next to the two of you. he makes you feel secure enough to be sad even if you have all the blessings in the world, and makes sure you know that he'll always be there for you, even at 3 in the morning.

satori tendō; cheers you up by making you forget literally everything. replaces the sadness in your brain with just pure serotonin in any way he can think of. he'll take you to an amusement park, get ice cream with you, take you to the carnival in town, to the park, to the beach, to the pool, take you up to his house's rooftop. literally anything. and then he'll say something like "life's too short to spend it being sad over anything, darling." he's so understanding, and if you're frustrated or something he'll tell you to let it out by like wrestling him or some shit. exhausts you so much and you're filled to the brim with dopamine. he makes sure you're always happy, never seeing a dull moment in your relationship with him.

goshiki tsutomu; freaks out. plain and simple lmfao. but once he like grounds himself, he just softly comes up to you and asks you if you wanna talk about it, or if there's anything he can do. if yes, he'll break his leg running to go do it. if no, he'll just sit with you in silence, leaning over to hold your hand, talking to you about volleyball and his aspirations and how well he's improving. he's better at distracting you than helping you face your issues, mainly because he stresses out about giving the wrong advice or somehow making you sadder. he'll take a lot of pictures of you together on snapchat random filters to try and cheer you up, then later on in the night he'll send them to you and be like "look how cute we are ugh what a power couple" i love this dorkhabsjsks

shirabu kenjirō; i think he definitely notices, but keeps it to himself. he’d maybe think he’s imagining things and that you’re okay, so he’d go about his day normally. he doesn’t see you after school, and that’s when he puts two and two together and realizes yeah maybe you are sad. so he texts you, and texts you, and texts you, and gets no reply, so he just. comes over. unannounced. uninvited. just straight vibes. he’s already ordered your favorite take out, and already settling in bed with you under the cover with the lights dimmed and some chick flick playing in the background. gives the b e s t advice because he’s so blunt. like he will tell you if you’re overreacting, but you’re still his s/o, so he’d like wince as he says it. that’s all the sympathy you’re getting <3 but his bluntness will shock you into laughing hehe

inarizaki ━━

miya atsumu; usually, with atsumu, you’re always experiencing loud days. your relationship is all fun and flirty and suave and cool. but when he notices you’re sad, he goes quiet. like. eerily so. immediately pulls you aside somewhere private if you’re at a public place like school or something, and with his hands in yours he asks you if you’re okay. yk that thing where ur on the verge of tears and someone asks you if you’re okay and you just burst. yeah <3. his heart absolutely breaks and he just pulls you into a hug, resting your head on his chest and wrapping his arms around your neck. he just holds you there, even if you’re missing class/your friends are worried. he’ll stay with you until your tears have dried up, until you yourself let go.

miya osamu; i don’t see osamu as someone that loves pda. i feel like he’d be a more lowkey kinda guy. but if you’re sad, that gets thrown out the window. he doesn’t really in the moment, and won’t think too much when he pulls you close to his side and just wraps an arm around your waist/shoulder. yeah he’ll get looks but he can feel you trembling and shaking from holding back tears so yk, priorities. he’ll definitely stress eat with you. takes you literally anywhere and feeds you as you rant to him with tears streaming down your face and he’s just nodding sympathetically as he stuffs your mouth one bite after the other. romance is beautiful

suna rinatarō; when he notices you’re sad, his first response is alright what the fuck who messed up. he immediately blames someone else, and if he’s right, he’ll only get really agitated. just giving everyone the side eye from where you can’t see as he walks the two of you, your hand in his tight. if it’s not someone specific, he’ll just hum thoughtfully and then nod, before pulling you away somewhere private and just sitting you down and saying “talk.” very, very good listener. i can’t stress this enough. as you’re speaking he’s already thinking of a million different ways to help you solve your problem. walks with you as he traces your hands and just quietly tells you all the solutions.

aran ojiro; oh my god as a boyfriend he ticks all the boxes. he’s great at communicating, always satisfies your needs, is trustworthy and trusts you. the list goes on. immediately knows when you’re off/sad, and just smiles softly as he takes your hand, kissing your knuckles and saying, “let’s go home, yeah?” at home, he makes you some calming tea, probably pulls out some cookies or brownies or biscuits (that HE made but we’re not gonna get into that) and just listens as you talk, whether it’s about why you’re sad or just in general. gives you honest advice, but also a lil biased bc he loves you hehe <3

[skellebonez]

Because I'm sure this is going to be inevitable, how about some angst for the Chaos Trio (Mei, Jin and Yin)? With 61 and 52

Oh I have been looking forward to Chaos Trio angst since you sent me this, anon. Despite how they act in show... I think Jin and Yin are not exactly harmless. Especially if you mess with people they start to consider family.

The Cursed AU and the Chaos Trio in it come from @winterpower98!

Warning: blood and head injuries, enemy demons limbs (not detailed).

That is not a good hiding spot./I am a really bad actor.

Things had been going pretty well, all things considered. Jin and Yin had no problem getting Mei to join them in a little bit of... let's say "competitive insurance" as it were. They had to make sure they were secured in their own little tech related ventures, and after some financial setbacks they needed extra fallback. They’d planned the whole thing out with her help, more than 2 steps and everything! She was good at that.

The problem was that someone got a lucky hit.

They would have made it out with no problems, if they all hadn't decided going on Mei's motorcycle as a group (which, now that Yin thought about it, was probably incredibly dangerous and illegal with 3 of them on it... not that they cared about legality for themselves but somehow when it came to Mei that suddenly made them concerned). But nope. 1 bike. 3 people.

One lucky shot to the rear tire.

The three of them went flying, Mei landing very impressively on her feet whole Jin and Yin bounced on a bush and thanked anyone listening that demons were sturdier than humans. They didn't thank anyone for the pieces of bike that came flying at them all, and they were certain that they heard a piece make contact with something hard, maybe the nearby light pole, but couldn't be sure.

By the time they looked up they just knew they had a group of very angry demons that were pissed they stole and then wiped their code for... something, didn't matter to the twins what it was. They just wanted their competition out of the way. For solely selfish reasons. Nothing else. Not like they wanted it to see what it was and maybe figure out a counter attack so that certain overpowered people with monkey motifs would have an easier time in the future.

Not a chance.

As they fought off the attacking demons they insisted to themselves they didn't care that much.

"That is not a good hiding spot!" Jin yelled across the battlefield as Yin ducked behind crates. "Just chuck it for now and beat em with the blunt end of something else!"

"Just give me 2 seconds, I can fix it!" Yin yelled back, trying his best to reassemble a part of his sword hilt that had broken off.

"Come on, these guys ain't so tough!" Mei laughed out, easily dodging projectiles and backsliding and slicing and dicing as she went. No one was actually killed, but they were lucky because the only reason for that was the young woman wasn't exactly out for blood. They'd be feeling every single hit well into morning though! She was doing much better than the two of them. "Grab a pipe or something! Wish I had MK's magic building power though, I'd rather not be here all-YIN!"

The younger twin looked up from where he had been crouched, eyes widening as he saw the form of a much larger demon hulking over him and ready to batter him with a club.

Things had been going well. All things considered. Then someone got a second lucky hit.

Right as Mei dove in to push the younger silver twin out of the way.

For a second the fighting stopped. There was just the sound of wood hitting hard plastic and fiberglass as the club was sliced in half by her sword and the lopped off half continued it's trajectory and slammed into Mei's head to lead to her crumbling on top of Yin. Jin stood on too of a pile of crates, watching as a line of red seeped through a crack in her visor and stained the white of her suit.

And then his entire vision was red as he lunged at the demon and sliced, sending his arm flying in the opposite direction.

The demon screamed, holding the stump that was his arm from the elbow down, backing away as quickly as he could. "W-what the hell!?"

"Mei," Yin said softly, carefully clicking the emergency release button to make her helmet digitize away. Her eyes were closed, blood dripping from a slice running along her scalp... but as far as he could tell it was from part of the helmet being cracked and cutting her. She was most likely knocked out from the impact, breathing odd but steady in her unconscious state. "You... we're going to get you to the hospital."

His tone hardened as he carefully laid her on the ground, standing tall as he grabbed his broken weapon and a nearby piece of broken steel.

"You. Are going. To pay for that," Yin said coldly, stance no longer lose and half playful as it had been the whole battle. His stood tall, eyes wide and cold and the demons surrounding them felt a chill run down their spines.

Jin stood in front of him, blood from the other demon splattered across his face and chest in a stark contrast to his orange visage.

This... this wasn't the pair of Gold and Silver Demons they had heard about before. They were known for not taking almost anything seriously, making bad deals and pacts and weird blood oaths they wasted on bizarre favors. They were known for being good at tach but not much else, most demons in the area knew vaguely of their history with the Monkey King but even that ended in failure. Their plans were half baked, goofy, and lately they'd heard they'd gotten roped in with the Monkey King's successor and renewed flame of the Six-Eared Macaque.

The two standing before them did not look like the demons they'd heard about.

Mei hadn't wanted to seriously hurt anyone. The demons heard her yelling as much on the battlefield. But now Mei was hurt.

And the twins did.

It happened fast. They wanted to get it over with quickly. Mei had also not wanted to kill anyone at the very least the twins could do was keep up their promise from earlier in the day to avoid that. And they did.

That didn't mean there weren't lost limbs. Hands and arms. A leg or two. More than a couple eyes were lost. Someone lost an ear. Another a tail and horn.

Injuries they could recover from meant as warnings.

All it took was 3 minutes and the entire storage area they crashed in was a mix of grey and brown and red. Demons holding their injuries or running off.

The one who had attacked Yin and hurt Mei stood in awe and fear, looking down at the smaller twins who has decimated an entire group so fast.

"I-how!?" He yelled, backing up slowly. "This isn't possible, you're not this strong!"

"Who told you that?" Yin asked slowly, tilting his head and watching as the demon realized... he'd never heard they couldn't fight. "We don't fight like this because we don't want to. Never meant we can't."

"Why?"

"We are really bad actors," Jin said, wiping the blood off his weapon on an unconscious demon's shirt. "Why bother trying to hold back when we can just hide it by not trying?" He turned to the demon, glowering coldly as he watched his brother pick Mei up carefully. "Tell anyone who asks nothing. We'd like to keep it that way. Unless you want a round two where someone else doesn't hold us back."

And then they were gone.

~

"What in the actual hell happened?" Macaque asked in an even tone. Practiced even. A dangerous even.

"Well-" "You see boss-" "we kinda-" "-there was-"

Jin and Yin tried to think of a reasonable excuse, faltering as everything they thought of sounded worse and worse in their heads.

The two sat in Mei's hospital room, towels draped around their shoulders. They’d been smart enough to stash Mei's bike somewhere safe and wash off in the ocean before coming to the hospital, less covered in demon blood meant less scared humans when they rushed in with Mei in tow, and it was easy to make the nurses believe them.

Simple bike accident, friend hurt, help please.

With Macaque staring them down with his patented death glower, shadows growing and warping around the room in response to him, it was infinitely harder.

Of course Mei's emergency contact was MK. Of course MK could call Macaque before her parents (who were apparently on their way back from some kind of dragon family business trip when they learned). Of course Macaque would show up almost immediately and begin asking questions.

"It was my fault," Mei chimed in, voice slightly off from having awoken with a nasty concussion. "I thought it'd be fun to go on a joy ride late at night, I've done it before without issues! But, uh... I've never had two passengers before... and we hit something. Don't be mad at them?"

Macaque looked like he believed Mei as much as he believed Tang would lose interest in the Monkey King and switch his field of study to obscure methods of basket weaving. Which is to say: he didn’t. But he sighed, giving Mei a small smile as the shadows returned to normal.

"Ok," he said softly, tone much more gentle with the dragon descendant as he reached out to brush loose hair out of her face. "I won't be mad at them. I'll be very disappointed-" his tone hardened for a second at those words as he turned to the twins with a glower again. "-but I won't be mad. Do you need anything?"

"Maybe a candy bar from the vending machines outside?" Mei asked with a smile.

"Sure," Macaque laughed and shook his head, moving to the corner of the room. "I'll be right back."

He sunk into the shadows, a cool trick that the twins would always be impressed by, and they breathed a sigh of relief at knowing they were alone. For now.

"You didn't have to do that," Jin said, frowning at Mei in concern. Maybe it was just because he was now the eldest in the room, but some kind of protective feel pulled at him.

"I know," Mei said with a tired laugh, laying back into her pillow. "But you guys are like... my bros. I gotta stand up for my bros."

And that made both Jin and Yin pause. They looked at each other, eyes widening as they both came to a realization that was probably a very long time coming at that point.

"Yeah..." Yin said, a soft smile forming on his face. "We'd do the same for you... you know, if you didn't take that hit for me you probably would have kicked everyone's ass way better than us! We barely got out by the skin of our teeth!" A full truth and a blatant lie, but he hoped Mei wouldn't pick up on that second part.

"You know it, boi!" She didn't.

It was odd for him in particular. Yin had never really thought of himself as an older brother before.

First time for everything.

[mistaeq]

One scoop of Bucci gang HCs for the first time quiet reader bursts out laughing in front of them please!

Bucciarati Gang: with a Quiet s/o who Bursts out Laughing

TW // none

Thank you for your request! Bucciarati Gang, my favourite dorky compatriots <3 hope you enjoy, I had fun writing these!

Bucciarati Gang with a quiet s/o who bursts out laughing in front of them, neutral!s/o

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GIORNO GIOVANNA

You first burst out laughing in front of Giorno when nature itself betrays him and he can't stop sneezing because of the pollen coming from a flower he had grown himself. Karma? An unlucky day? You may never know.

Having been with Giorno a lot, you learnt that plant's effect isn't dangerous, so you can look at your boyfriend getting mad over sneezes, and he's absolutely hilarious. You're sorry that this is happening to him, don't get it twisted, but seeing his chill behavior get lost for this mess is priceless.

He's not only pissed off because he keeps on sneezing, but he's also pissed off because he'd totally like to hear that unexpected laughter of yours clearly, without his sneezes covering it every now and then. He doesn't know when this chance might ever come back, and he wants to clearly hear you.

His frantic and clumsy moves while his nose keeps on betraying him cause his perfectly donut shaped hairstyle to ruin, golden locks falling on his forehead and his braid becoming a messy load of fluffy hair covering his neck.

"Y/n... will you..." sneeze. "..w-will you stop staring..." sneeze. "..it's kinda embarrassing... m-mamma mia..." sneeze. "..but no... no, don't stop laughing... p-plea.. a.." s n e e z e.

After he manages to stop sneezing, his shocked look and his red cheeks let a last giggle come from you, as you hold him tight and leave a sweet peck on his nose. You caress his hair, you find him so attractive even without his signature hairstyle, and that's worth some sneezes, isn't it.

LEONE ABBACCHIO

You first burst out laughing in front of Leone when you hear him curse in front of his mirror because his clothes won't fit him anymore. His chest was too broad.

Abbacchio chose not to use curse words in front of you, that's why when you catch him red handed, swearing and cursing at his clothes, you can't help finding him funny. As soon as he hears you laughing, he winces and turns around.

"Fuck... come on... why won't this fit..." he was pulling the irremovable fabric on his shoulder. "Maybe my chest is now too big... what the hell, come on... mamm ro Carmn... [Neapolitan dialect for: Carmine's mom. Not a cute thing to say. It's an angry neapolitan "mamma mia".]" then, he heard you laughing, and winced.

When he sees the big smile on your face when you lovingly laugh at him, he's petrified. He hates hearing this type of laughing, because it's the exact thing Mista and Narancia do all the time. But on you? You sound so happy and relieved, and Leone likes it. For real.

He just stands there, half his chest and a shoulder being naked, looking like a disheveled princess. Too funny. He huffs and ignores you, to make you think he's annoyed. But you know him too well, and know that if he's hiding his face, it's because he's actually smiling, too.

You hug him from behind, looking at your reflection in the mirror still in front of him. Abbacchio looks over his naked shoulder, right where you are, leaving a tender kiss on his skin, before giggling once again. He turns around, and kisses you, leaving his purple lipstick all over your cute mouth. He likes your laughter better, like this.

GUIDO MISTA

You first burst out laughing in front of Guido when you're practising together with cooking. And he just can't believe it, when you laugh so hard just for a pun of his. You are baking some good bread to share it with the gang.

He takes your hand and smiled. "Are you a garden, y/n?" Guido asks you, before throwing a handful of flour on you. "Because I feel like my love for you is FLOURishing!" you burst out laughing, holding onto him, spreading flour on his apron, too.

That genuine, happy laugh really warms his heart, he feels his knees get weaker and his negative thoughts fly away. He could listen to that forever. Mista is just so shocked. It takes for him a couple of seconds to realize what happened, before he finally holds you back.

Seeing you silent all day makes him kinda sad, and one of his dreams was making you laugh like that. He has been putting a lot of effort for that, but manages to do it only when he's his actual self, with a simple pun.

"My love for you is FLOURishing too, Guido..." you manage to answer, your cheeks obtaining a cute, irresistible red color, as you get on tiptoe and peck his beautiful lips. He's totally enamored, he's under your spell and can't believe you answered his pun so well.

When you get back to your work, he sometimes still hears you giggle, thinking of how bad yet cheesy that pun was. But it made you unwillingly burst out laughing, so you guess it's okay just the way it is.

FUGO PANNACOTTA

You first burst out laughing in front of Fugo when you see him getting angry over Narancia not knowing maths. Fugo promised himself and Bruno not to physically hurt Narancia again like what happened with the fork in his cheek.

This being said, the only way for Fugo to express his anger is screeching on his chair. When you hear that sound coming from your boyfriend, you can't hold back your laughter. It was so unexpected and someway unbelievably cute. Narancia is just scared.

Fugo hears the angelic bells of love in his heart, as if God himself came down from the paradise and graced his ears with your laughing voice. It immediately calms him down. But if he calms down, you stop laughing.

"Why isn't 8 ÷2 = 3? If I split an 8 in half I get a three!" after hearing Narancia mumbling those words, Fugo screeches again, and you giggle even louder. But you understand the poor boy can't keep on getting angry just to hear you laugh.

That's why you soon stop, approaching Fugo and resting your magical hands on his shoulders, giving him a massage because he's a great teacher and he's doing his best. His moans while you help him relaxing his shoulders make you shyly giggle too.

"Why does this sound sexual?" Fugo wishes he could kill Narancia. But he's too focused on your hands working on his shoulders to care, and quietly screeches as you giggle again.

NARANCIA GHIRGA

You first burst out laughing in front of Narancia when you see Fugo getting angry over him not knowing maths. Narancia is shook, kinda confused on why what he wrote isn't correct.

Fugo screeches on his chair, he promised not to hurt your boyfriend, who shows you his paper, looking at you with a questioning look, probably asking you why what he wrote is wrong. You burst out laughing as you read. Narancia is a complete mess.

As soon as he hears you, he completely forgets about maths for a second, focusing on the sound of your beautiful laughter. Narancia is baby, if the person he loves the most laughs, he doesn't care what's the reason, he laughs with you. Then, he kinda remembers why you started giggling in first place.

"For real though. Y/n, why isn't 8 ÷ 2 = 3? If I split an 8 in half I get a three!" after hearing Narancia mumbling those words, you laugh even harder, desperate Fugo witnessing your boyfriend throwing away his maths notebook and run into your arms.

You're usually so silent and he may never know when he's gonna hear you again like that. You two laugh together so much that you start panting, your faces red with big smiles and almost sweating.

"Why does this look sexual?" Narancia wishes he could kill Fugo. But he's too focused on your little giggles and your cute smile as you lean on his shoulder and kiss his cheek. He might be not so perfect in maths, but he's perfect in making you so happy.

TRISH UNA

You first burst out laughing in front of Trish after you trip on a piece of furniture and risk falling on the ground. But as soon as your body touches the ground, you feel it jiggly and soft, bouncing a little on it.

Just a moment before you thought you were gonna get a few bruises after falling on the ground, but now you're just there, happily bouncing on Spicy Lady's brand new jiggly floor and laughing out loud, staring at your girlfriend's surprised expression.

You've never laughed like that before, and Trish is pleasantly surprise to see that her stand's work has such a good effect on your mood and on you, in general. She might consider making more objects jiggly, if this is what you like. All she cares about is seeing you happy and amused.

"Tell me, y/n..." she gets closer to your figure jumping and loudly giggling, and stares at you with loving eyes. "Would you mind it, if I jumped with you too? You look like you're having fun..."

You couldn't ask for anything more. You moved a little to let Trish join you, grabbing both your hands and jumping along with you, finally laughing so you can see her beautiful smile, even though she's the one who cares about seeing yours. Your girlfriend would do anything for you... even disobey Bucciarati.

"You... you two had to clean the house while we were away... it was your turn, this morning!" the capo's jaw fell as soon as he saw the mess Spicy Lady had done. Nothing that couldn't be fixed, but what matters is that afterwards, you and her laugh together remembering Bucciarati's expression. Then, she kisses your smile in case it would take a lot for it to come back.

BRUNO BUCCIARATI

You first burst out laughing in front of Bruno when his stand disobeys him and opens a zipper through a wall to reach for your room and cuddle with you.

His shocked face and Sticky Fingers's cute, happy sounds are too hilarious for you to keep a serious expression. You're so used to see Bucciarati as the authoritarian type of person who has everything under his control, but now he doesn't and he's quite panicking.

Even more shocking for Bruno is seeing how you actually let his stand cuddle with you, a warm laughter coming from your sweet lips, he loves so much. Music for his tired capo ears.

He can't help staring at you with a loving smile. Moments like these don't happen that much, and God knows when you're gonna do that beautiful sound again. He secretly thanks Sticky Fingers for doing all of this, but since it's his soul, there's no need to say it out loud.

"Your laugh is one of the best sounds my ears ever witnessed, tesoro. I might want Sticky Fingers to disobey me more, if this is the result..." then, he'd bring a hand of yours to his lips and kiss it, kiss your smile, kiss your precious laughter.

Even if you stop laughing, Bruno enjoys your little giggles while his stand strokes your hair and purrs when you caress its head. As the user feels what the stand feels, your hand caressing Sticky Fingers caresses Bruno too, and he'll eventually giggle with you.