#why does it bother me sm... sigh

[milkbreadtoast]

me trying so hard to not let all the little offenses piling up from the twsb webtoon ruin my day i am trying so hard not to care

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” || Young President!Coriolanus Snow x reader

Summary: Coryo's friends have always been and probably will always be condescending towards you. When you refuse to stay home when he invites them over for dinner, you become aware of the intricate control that Coriolanus has skillfully woven around you, highlighting a sense of submission in your actions.

Warnings: reader smoking, age gap (r is 18 and Coryo is 25), manipulative, controlling, toxic!coryo, power dynamic, condescending behaviour,

Wc: 740

A/n: crap summary but i kinda got inspired by Priscilla and I lowkey imagined cailee as Priscilla in this but u don’t have to. I LOVE THIS MOVIE SM 😭 also pretend Arachne is still alive.

"I want to visit my family later today, Coryo," you mention, casually flicking the ashes from your cigarette into the nearby ashtray. Coryo looks up from his newspaper, his gaze fixed on you. “What?”

"I want to see my family later today," you repeat, "I haven’t seen them in weeks." The sentiment is laced with a tinge of longing. With a cigarette delicately held between meticulously manicured nails, your painted lips articulate the words, the smoke swirling into the air.

A hush settles in the air until Coryo’s voice breaks the silence, his tone void of emotion. “You can’t. Not today,” he asserts, his attention returning to the newspaper. Your eyes fixate on him. “And why not?” You try not to raise your voice, but a hint of urgency slips through.

"Because, sweetheart, we have guests coming over for dinner." You roll your eyes. "And I want you here, yes?" he adds, pointing to you. “Who’s coming?” Coriolanus sighs deeply, dismissing the question with, “Does it matter?”

“Yes, it does matter. Who’s coming, Coryo?” Your tone grows more agitated. He casually shrugs, “Just a few of my friends, that’s all.” The harsh stubbing out of your cigarette emphasizes your displeasure.

"Your friends?" you question, annoyance evident in your tone. Sensing your irritation, he casually discards his newspaper to the side. “Yes, does that bother you?” he spat in response, his words carrying a tinge of defiance.

You let out an exasperated laugh, “You know how I dislike your friends, Coryo. They’re horrible to me!” You grip the armchair tightly, leaning towards him. You can practically feel the irritation radiating off you.

Coriolanus dismissively rolls his eyes. “Please. They’re not horrible to you. You’re being dramatic—” The room is charged with tension as your hand forcefully slams on the table. “Yes. They are. They belittle me, Coryo!” The weight of your words hangs in the air, your chest heaving from the emotional intensity of the outburst.

It's true. Whenever you're around Coriolanus' friends, it's hard not to notice the condescending vibe they throw your way, the snarky comments about anything and everything about you.

The memory of your wedding day remains vivid in your mind, etched with indelible images of raised eyebrows and skeptical glances from all of Snow's friends as you walked down the aisle. The collective gaze left you with a lingering sense of embarrassment. You were only 17, and he was 24.

You were well aware of the swarm of thoughts buzzing through their minds every time they saw you with Coriolanus. According to them, you were too young, too naive, too quiet, and perhaps even too unintelligent to hold the title of First Lady.

The unsolicited opinions seemed to echo a common sentiment: Coriolanus should have chosen someone closer to his age, someone who shared more similarities with him.

Conversations with his friends were always filled with subtly belittling comments that Coryo either didn't notice or chose to ignore.

Arachne stood out as the harshest among them all. Her comments, in particular, were cutting and had a way of driving you out of the room, often leaving you with tears streaming down your face.

In their eyes, you were just weak. A wife who sat there and looked pretty. But you were more than that, you knew that, hell, even Coriolanus knew that, but he never spoke up.

"They just like to tease you. Don't be so sensitive," he scoffs, the nonchalance in his tone amplifying your frustration. You gnaw at your lips as Coriolanus rises with a sigh, leisurely stretching his neck before heading to the nearby table to pour himself a glass of alcohol.

"I don't want to be here," you whisper loud enough for him to hear you. "I want to see my family, Coryo," your voice trembling with the urgency of your plea. "You can't deny me of seeing my own family," you exclaimed, the words escaping your lips with an urgency that surprised even you.

His response was swift, harsh. He took hold of your chin, his fingers digging into your flesh as he forced you to look at him. "You are to stay here, do you hear me?" he commanded, his voice cutting through the air.

The forcefulness of his grip left you momentarily breathless. Your attempt to pull away was futile as his gaze bore into you, a mix of anger and expectation in his eyes. Tears welled up, blurring your vision as a wave of helplessness washed over you.

As your gaze meets his with glassy, doe-like eyes, Coriolanus can't help but be overcome with a sense of remorse. His hold gently eases, his fingers transitioning from your chin to delicately trace the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and stay, hm?" His voice was softer now. You swallow hard and you find yourself nodding, silently surrendering to the intricate web of control that Coriolanus deftly wove around you.

Coriolanus tenderly brushes away a stray tear that had dared to escape, his touch as soft as a fleeting whisper. Leaning in, he draws closer to your face, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. The warmth of the kiss lingers for a brief moment, a delicate embrace, before he gently withdraws. "Now, go get ready," he says, his back turned to you as he pours himself another glass as you wordlessly leave.

[hotpinkstars]

WE NEED THE COMFORTT FOR THE BLIND READER FUN YOU CAN’T LEAVE US HANGING LIKE THIS?????? (can’t do angst no comfort 😔)

-> blinded mistakes - happy ending

synopsis -> your husband feels bad for the way he snapped the other day. how does he make it up to you?

a/n -> approximately 28 people have asked for a part 2. this is insane i have so many people to tag (who aren't anons, obviously) BUT THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY OTHER ONE OMGGGGG!!!! i love u all sm

warnings -> crying, but that's kinda all lol. this ones mostly just fluff!

w/c -> 951

-> kamisato ayato

it’s been a few days since the argument. 

ayato had been given an extension due to his circumstances, and didn’t have to worry about the ruined papers due to the kindness from the city's higher-ups who assigned him such papers in the first place. a lot of them were salvageable, too.

once he finished them, he leaned back, smiling from the stress relief. he got up, grabbed a cup of tea from the kitchen, and realized something.

you weren’t in the main room, waiting for him to leave his office so you two could spend some time together.

he then thought back about the events that took place. his chest immediately fills with regret at the words spoken to you. coincidentally, ayaka walked into the room.

“ayaka, have you seen y/n?” he hurried to his sister, who simply sighed.

“they’ve been in their room. they’ve been beating themselves up about the incident, so now they’re afriad of moving incase they bother you more,” she brushed past him. “good luck making amends. they’re incredibly hurt.”

he nodded, processing the information. he pacewalked to your shared bedroom, where he opened the door to see your sleeping form. 

he sat next to you, stroking your hair until you woke up. when you felt a hand on top of your head, you flinched a little bit.

“who’s there?” you said in a soft voice, unwilling to cause more issues by lashing out or showing aggression. 

“ayato,” he took his hand off your head. “i’ve come to say i’m sorry.”

you got up and found the headboard, slowly resting yourself up on it. “why all of the sudden? i hope you understand that you really hurt me, ayato. i’ve been too scared to get up these last few days because of the way you made me feel. the only times i’ve gotten up were to go to the restroom, bathe, and eat, but thoma would bring me something here. i still think about the words you said and your gestures.”

he looked down, sighing. he didn’t realize how much of an effect his words and actions had on you, but now that he’s hearing it from you, it seems like two more tons added to his shoulders. “don’t worry about it. it was salvageable, and you hadn’t ruined anything.”

“i wish you told me that when it happened, ayato,” you started to tear up. “i forgive you, but i don’t want to hear that again. it made me feel like shit.”

he nodded, hugging you tight, letting you cry into his shoulder. you felt around his body to realize he was wearing his white and blue suit, the one he usually goes out to fight in. 

“i’m not ruining this suit, right…?” you brought your face off his shoulder, but he immediately shoved it back in the same spot, silently telling you the obvious answer. 

he was glad he was able to resolve things. he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

-> wriothesley

it’s been about a week since wriothesley has seen you. he figured you went out of the fortress, staying over at a hotel or with a friend, like navia or chlorinde. he pretty much figured it would be chlorinde, considering she hasn’t come down to the fortress or has tried to initiate contact with him since the incident. 

he figured he’d try knocking on both doors, starting with navia. once navia told him everything he needed to know; that you were with chlorinde, he rushed over to her place.

“what are you doing here?” she scoffs as she opened the door, leaning against the doorframe. “your wife told me everything. i hope to trust that you didn’t embarrass her in front of the people who work for the palais mermonia, especially monsieur neuvillette himself.”

he shook his head, rubbing at his temples. “just let me see her, would you? i want to apologize.”

she nodded, clearing the doorway, allowing him to rush into the spare bedroom. 

you knew he was the one coming towards your room, considering his footsteps were a lot heavier than anyone you’ve ever known. his were tough, threatening. 

“wriothesley! w-what are you-” you started, your heart beating a little faster.

“i want to apologize for the things i said. i didn’t have to completely redo all my papers, and neuvillette understood the situation, and i was able to get an extent.”

you shook your head. “so you embarrassed me then, huh? you told them everything? that your stupid blind wife who is not even near good enough for you ruined your work?” 

he was speechless. he didn’t know how to respond to that sentence, so he put his hands on your shoulders, asking for silent permission to take you into a hug. once you nodded, he embraced you tightly. 

“no, i didn’t tell them that. i told him it was just a spill, and that i was able to save some of the papers. neuvillette is a very understanding man, and this never happens. i never need new copies or need extents, so he was willing to do it this time. nothing about you came up in our conversation,” he swallowed a lump in his throat before going on. “and you’re not stupid. you’re also the perfect choice for me, not good enough my ass. no matter what i have to do to make you see that, just because you have a disability doesn’t mean you’re unworthy.”

you started to cry, letting the tears spill into his chest, creating a damp spot on his tie. 

“so you don’t hate me then?” you sniffed.

“no, not at all. i couldn’t bring myself to hate you for something as dumb as that.”

[vagabond-umlaut]

summer collapsed into fall

summary: gojo satoru has no favourite colour. he feels no need nor interest to have one, either. pairing: gojo satoru x reader [unspecified gender] tags: slight undertones of teacher-student relationship BUT there is NO ACTUAL romance between them; can this be called pining? idk; character study like fic of our sweetest satoru *cries* he deserves sm better; fluff but with a mild serving of angst; wc 0.8k notes: fic title inspired by a quote by oscar wilde; fic inspired by this lovely post i saw on pinterest; jjk isn't mine; loosely related to 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate'; tumblr hates me using dividers hence the new fic format ^_^

satoru doesn't really have a favourite colour.

it's never quite crossed his mind. and even if it has, he has never seen it to be important enough to allow it be anything more than a passing thought, a meaningless thought---it is not like his life will be impeded should he not have a favourite colour, nor is anyone ever going to ask him what it is, so why bother?

but now, as you peer up at him expectantly, having already listed your top five favourite colours and why you love them so, satoru wishes he did bother back then.

he decides to feign confusion.

"what?"

"what what?" you shoot back, eager gaze not wavering one bit, "i just told you my favourite colours; aren't you gonna tell me yours? it's fine even if you have just one, sensei."

but is it fine if he has none?

throwing his watch a quick glance, he turns back to you. then exhales a quiet sigh, tired but the farthest from annoyed, when he sees you're still waiting for his reply... shutting the bus window beside, he turns to lean against it, shifting to face you properly.

and sighs, decidedly noisier this time, "this isn't the type of questions one asks their teacher, y'know? they are too casual, meant more for a friend than for a teacher."

"you got to be the last guy to lecture me about etiquette, sensei," you retort without missing a beat, huffing a quiet, amused laugh.

"and after the time i had to bring you to ieiri-san after you passed out from drinking a bit too much: i guess we're a bit more than a teacher and a student, aren't we, sensei?"

not really... no.

while satoru believes your first point to be a debatable topic, he does not think the two of you are anything but a teacher and a student, no matter how much help you extended to him or will in the future---it's not like he isn't grateful, though. he is; he really, really is---it's just his belief that few acts of kindness do not necessarily cause a friendship between people, and he intends to tell you this very clearly---

but finds he cannot. he simply cannot.

not when you say, still so eager but with an undercurrent so achingly soft that even the strongest wonders if he can handle its weight: "i'm not that bad a friend, y'know---you can ask others if you want; they'll tell you i'm a good friend, not the best but a decent one---"

"why don't you guess what's my favourite colour?"

rude, yes, horribly so. satoru knows, he knows this very, very well. but what can a man do but divert when he's being unsettled by words like the ones you addressed to him, by the tenor you employed for him---

although now that he observes you consider his suggestion, the man wonders if diversion was the right tactic or not.

he could have just lied and told you any random color. he could have chosen to be honest and told you he has no favourite colour like you and probably the rest of the world have.

but no, he doesn't.

satoru does not opt either of the above two painfully simple, painfully easy options. choosing instead to ask you to guess what his favourite colour is... satoru never really anticipates he'll end up being this much more unsettled, thanks to his decision of diversion:

if there was a subtext of a haunting softness in your manners before, the sorcerer reckons it is the text now, typed out in bold letters then underlined and highlighted in neon---you too shift to face him, even moving the bag kept in between to your lap and shifting a bit closer, but still a respectable distance away---only to punctuate your effort with a keen stare, much too gentle, at him.

it's scary, he thinks. yeah, undoubtedly scary. but somewhere in the back of his mind, something says it's also comforting.

many eyes look at satoru throughout the day. they gape, they gawk, they study the man and every small aspect of his person with many different kinds of reasons behind them. but before today, there has never been anyone who has regarded him with this much care, that too for a nonsensical cause like yours...

he wonders, just what are you seeing in him?

just who are you seeing in him?

"it's orange, isn't it?" you exclaim abruptly, leaning a touch forwards with a snap of your pointer and thumb. voice too loud. smile too big. eyes too bright, way too bright---

satoru takes not even one whole second to decide:

he now has one favourite colour.

[penkura]

You have no idea how happy I am to finally find someone who writes for penguin 😭 he’s so fucking handsome and I love him sm!

Anyways onto my request, could you write a scenario with Law, Penguin, Zoro, and whoever else you’d like, of reader being hit on and then protecting her?

Thank you so much I am obsessed with your writing 😭💛

Yesss more love for Penguin!! He deserves it so much, omg, he's so good!

I've never been hit on before to my knowledge, so I'm just winging it here, but aahhh protective men. <3 I decided to add Shachi to this since he's started working his way into my circle of blorbos, so this my first time writing him in a romantic light lol. I hope you like it!

I'm sorry this took me SO LONG TO DO AAHH. I got back from vacation and life took over again.

Law

Law understands fully that his crew needs time off the Polar Tang every now and then, and that most of the time, that leads to everyone taking over a tavern when you dock, drinking their cares away while he watches to ensure no one does anything stupid. After the one time a fight broke out because Penguin unknowingly hit on the bar owner’s wife was enough, your captain keeps a close watch to cut off anyone who needs to stop before they do something to get you all in another fight.

Still, he has no problems letting you all have some time to relax and unwind, enjoy some drinks and the bad karaoke some of your crewmates partake in, as long as he keeps an eye on you specifically, Law is totally fine with the bar crawls that happen. He isn’t watching you because he doesn’t trust you, it’s the opposite. He trusts you more than anyone else on the crew, that’s why he watches you so closely when you’re out, to make sure you stay safe. There’s too many people out there, men and women, that are willing to lie or take advantage of you to get to him, Law understands that very well.

None of it has to do with the tiny little secret crush your captain has on you, nope. Not at all.

It has nothing everything to do with the guy flirting with you at the bar, it’s definitely not the reason his grip on his glass is so tight to the point you could hear a slight crack. Law can tell you aren’t entirely comfortable, by the nervous smile you have on your face as you inch back a little at a time, but the guy doesn’t seem to get the hint, moving closer, with a drunk grin on his face. Law doesn’t step in right away, just watching to make sure you’re safe. The second you let on that you feel unsafe, or the guy makes the wrong move, he’ll intervene. He has to keep his crewmates safe, small crush or not.

It's not even a minute later when the man puts a hand on your thigh, causing you to stiffen up, that you see the familiar blue from Law’s Room, and suddenly you’re sat in his lap as the drunkard jumps up when you disappear. Law’s arm wraps around your waist as the other guy looks around for you, too drunk to notice where you’ve been placed before he downs his own drink and asks for another, your captain almost sighing relief that he seems to be ignoring your sudden disappearance now.

“Uh, captain…?”

It takes just a moment for Law to realize you’re still in his lap, but he doesn’t bother to push you off or anything, not when he catches the eyes of another patron on you, instead pulling you a bit closer.

“Just stay here. I can keep those drunk idiots off you.”

You feel a bit weird sitting on his lap, but still nod, thankful Law watches out for you all.

You may have to talk to him later though, based on how touchy he seems to be while he keeps you with him, but that can wait. You’ll enjoy it while you can.

~~

Penguin

Penguin trusts you, sometimes he thinks more than he trusts Law and Shachi. He knows that no matter how many people try to flirt with or hit on you, you aren’t leaving his side. You two have been through far too much for you to even think about leaving Penguin at this point, and he does recognize that.

It still doesn’t help the pang he feels in his chest when someone starts to flirt with you, even thought you never reciprocate and instead bring up your boyfriend in retaliation. Most of the time that makes people back off, usually with a dejected look at the fact you’re already taken, and appear to be happily so. Rarely do people try to push and tell you to just forget about him, and when they do, it makes you angry enough to start yelling at them about how awful they are for trying to make you give up the best thing to ever happen to you, it never fails to make Penguin blush and give you all the love and affection in the world later.

Still, this time, he feels like you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. An older man flirts with you at the bar, but you of course aren’t interested, making that apparent as you sit with her chin in your hand and barely respond. He doesn’t seem to get that you have no interest in him, even when you say you’ve got a wonderful boyfriend that you’re madly in love with. When you get up to leave, the guy grabs your arm and tells you to forget Penguin, which just makes you mad and your boyfriend quickly gets up to try and stop you from doing anything to get you thrown out.

“Excuse me?! I’m not gonna just ‘forget him’! He’s the love of my life, he’s been with me for years!! You’re insane if you think I’m going to just leave him because you think I’m easy or something! And another thing, I—”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Penguin hooks his arms under yours, lifting you up as you keep yelling and start kicking your legs, he gives a nervous smile to the man and the bartender, “Sorry about her! My girlfriend gets a little angry when she’s had too much to drink! Come on, sweetheart, let’s get back to the hotel~”

Even though you agree, the whole walk there you complain to Penguin about the man that was hitting on you, how he couldn’t take no for an answer, and it makes your boyfriend sigh with a smile.

He’s always the one to pull you from starting a fight, he doesn’t have to protect you most of the time, but he’s always glad to pull you away before you hurt someone.

~~

Shachi

Shachi knows, he knows, that you and Sanji are just friends. You’ve been friends since you were children, your moms were best friends, you and the blond were just very close and spent a lot of your time playing together back then. You’ve told him, multiple times, that Sanji’s flirting with you is a joke, he’s never had romantic feelings for you and vice versa, you’ve always viewed him as a brother.

He just can’t help it and ends up giving Sanji the slightest of glares every time your dear friend flirts with you, even as you laugh and shove his arm, it doesn’t really help your boyfriend in feeling less jealous about it. Does he feel bad about it? Most of the time, yes, but he still ends up putting an arm around your shoulders and either ignoring Sanji’s comments or glaring at him to the point your best friend feels a little awkward.

Shachi is just very protective of you, even about Sanji. He trusts you, but he doesn’t want someone to steal you away and you’re the best thing to happen to him in recent years. You notice it quickly, when Sanji takes glances from you to Shachi and back, so you smile and tell him that Nami could probably use his company, which always gets your friend to throw his flirting and heart eyes to the true object of his affection, and Sanji runs off to her. You feel Shachi physically relax, still keeping his arm around your shoulders though, as you look up at him.

“Shach. He’s my best friend.”

“I know, I just…I’m sorry…”

“No need to be sorry,” you give him a quick kiss that makes Shachi bury his face in your shoulder and wrap his other arm around your waist in a hug, “Just trust me, okay? I love Sanji like a brother, but I love you.”

Shachi nods, telling you he loves you too, and feeling so grateful he has such an understanding girlfriend. He doesn’t feel like he deserves you sometimes.

He tries to not let Sanji’s joking flirting get to him after that, but it can be hard for him at times. At least you know it’s just because he loves you and doesn’t want to lose you.

~~

Zoro

Zoro has never worried about you being hit on by others. You rarely ever reciprocate, only if you really are interested, and that’s only because your swordsman has yet to make a move on you.  Literally everyone around you can see the fact you both have feelings for each other, but neither of you wants to ruin your friendship, so you’ve not even tried to say or do anything to change your status.

So when he sees other bar patrons flirting with you, Zoro doesn’t do much apart from keep an eye on you. He knows he has no real right to, but he’s always ready to jump up and help you if needed, keeping his free hand on his swords just in case someone gets a little too friendly with you. There have been a few times he’s almost jumped up and helped you, but you’ve been able to shake off the people flirting with or touching you easily, normally saying you’d get them another drink but never going back. They’re normally too drunk to notice anyway as you sneak back to your crewmates.

That normally works, but tonight, it seems the man who’s attention you’ve grabbed is a little more stubborn than others. He sits closer than anyone else has, and keeps touching you, even as you remove his hands from you or shrug him off, he still does it. The man has no sense of personal space or your rejection of his touches, it makes Zoro grip his swords a little tighter as he watches. He really wishes he could just go over, tell the guy you’re his, and get you away from him. So at first he doesn’t, Zoro knows you can handle yourself well enough to stop anyone that make you feel uncomfortable, you’re not his partner either, you can do as you please.

But the second he sees the guy’s hand move further up your thigh and you almost seem to freeze, he’s up and by you in a second, pulling you out of your seat and behind him, sending a harsh glare to the patron that dared touch you without your consent.

“She pushed your hands off multiple times, how much does it take for you to get the hint?!”

“Hey man, she—”

“Leave my girl alone or you’re dealing with me next time.”

Zoro doesn’t wait for a response and takes your hand, leading you over to where the rest of your crew is still seated, placing you beside him and not letting go of your hand, even when you try to bring it up. None of them say anything either at first, until Sanji smirks just a bit.

“So…‘your girl’, huh?”

“Another word and I’ll tell Luffy the combination to the fridge lock.”

Even as they all laugh at the horrified look on Sanji’s face, you smile and look at Zoro, mouthing a ‘thank you’ when he looks back to you, before he holds your hand a little bit tighter with a nod.

You could’ve easily thrown the pervert that was touching you to the ground, Zoro even knows that, but he wouldn’t miss the chance to prove how important you are to him and that he can protect you from anything. Not like you needed him to show you that though.

[jaemotion]

blitzed | lmh (teaser)

pairing⇢ mark lee x reader

summary ⇢ finding Mark was always easy for you — which makes you his friends' last resort whenever they need him back.

genre/au ⇢ angst, smut, uh best friends ig?

rating & word count ⇢ 18+ | 0.6k

warnings ⇢ swearing, pining, drug use, high sex, allusions to mental health struggles, they’re kinda toxic ngl (more specific ones will be added in the full fic)

a/n: i couldn't finish the fic by the end of his birthday so i figured a teaser will do since it's been sitting in my drafts since March 💀. happiest 25th to the loml, my markie, my minhyung 🥺 we've been together for 9 years now? (he was one of the three rookies i picked from the SM rookie app 😌)

you hear a familiar giggle after opening the door.

sighing in relief, you should've thought of looking for Mark here right away. it's one of the secluded ones in this lounge that he and his friends frequented during their free time. mostly him cause his younger bros prefer staying in the main area where the consoles are. honestly, it's essentially a game room because of the other recreational amenities like billiard tables, etc.

your favourite actually, that's why you visit here a lot but that's mainly because you're also Mark's best friend.

he tends to stay in this room when he needs to be alone. just chilling around surrounded by his favourite things. being those colourful tablets on the small table beside him and apparently, you.

“hi baby~” he calls to you from the small mattress he’s lying on. he giggles after, arms splaying around when he sees the scowl on your face at seeing his current predicament.

you've gotten used to Mark calling you this petname though you haven't heard him call you that when he's sober. you stare at his form from where you’re standing, gaze switching between him and a couple of mollies. those smileys carved in each of the assorted candies further annoyed you for many reasons.

because it seems like they're taunting you.

he’s done this a million times before, sneaking out to take a breather when he’s going through something. you and his friends never bother him when it happens but it’s uncharacteristic for him to do this, getting high at this time of day so it must’ve been different.

“what the hell mark?!” you yell whispering instead of actually using your voice at him to not bring his friends’ attention from the main room. it’s already telling when Renjun asks you specifically to look for him when he usually does it himself.

“relax, i didn’t take a lot” he states, surprisingly sounding sober despite looking fried. you’re damn worried about him but instead, he’s out here biting his right pointer finger as he looks at you with those heavy lidded eyes.

“still..” you look away because of their intensity and then he starts giggling again, probably finding amusement in your reactions.

“mark what’s going on?” you prod, not wasting any more time. you already did by searching for him in other places even knowing that this is what he considered his safest.

you wait for Mark to answer because sometimes he takes a while especially when he's like this. fortunately for him, you’re the type to help in any way that you can.

hence why you tolerate Mark’s antics, taking whatever he can give you at the moment.

“don’t wanna talk about it” he quips, his arm that was lying above his head coming down to grab your wrist.

“then what do you want?”

“you” he says with serious intent, thumb rubbing around your inner wrist in a coaxing manner which prompts your eyes to return to him.

he's not looking at you though, his eyes seem so fascinated as his thumb continues circling your skin. if he’s being honest, Mark just doesn’t want to face a possible rejection from you.

he could take it like a man should but not right now. not when everything’s been going to shit for him. he can’t fuck up things with you too but he might’ve already by stupidly blurting out what’s been on his mind lately.

“me how?”

you actually knew what Mark was asking but it’s not often he’s like this, flogged up his mind to stop himself from being vulnerable around you. besides, you’ve wanted to pry him off to whatever he just had so you’ll entertain this specific request of his.

like you always do.

“on me” he whispers before bursting out in another fit of laughter. he may look disoriented but the sincerity in his eyes never wavers each time he looks at you.

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[princesachicana]

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 pt.2

a/n: it's finally here!! how long has it been?! first things first i want to say thank you to everyone who's been rooting for this fic!! I honestly hit a huge writers block and had no motivation to write!! but all the sweet messages from people saying they enjoyed my work has made me so happy!!! SO ONCE AGAIN THANK U AND I HOPE U ENJOY!! I tried my EXTRA HARDEST SO I HOPE THIS GIVES U THE CLOSURE YALL WANTED I LOVE YOU SM! ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOF READ SO PLEASE EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES!! I JUST WANTED TO FINALLY POST FOR U GUYS!!

It took a lot out of you not to stay in bed the next morning. The softness of your bed wrapped around your body gives you some sort of comfort. But of course, staying in bed would only make you feel worse. At least if you got up it would be easier to fake happiness. To no surprise, your phone was flooded with missed calls and texts from both Steven and Belly. Of course, you only responded to belly telling her that you'll explain your reasoning for ditching your "date" with Steven later.

Why did Steven even bother leaving you so many texts last night? If you were such a bother to him? Annoying. That's what he thinks you are. And what if you never heard those disgusting things he said about you? and went on the date with him? Would he just continue to lead you on?

Steven: waiting for you by the pool.

Steven: ur late

Steven: u look pretty even though i can't even see you. pls im starving

Steven: is belly holding you hostage?

Steven: it's been 18 minutes cmon.

Steven: the guys are going to laugh at me for being stood up I'm getting nervous.

Steven: did something happen are you okay?

Steven: belly is worried as well lmk.

You laughed at the messages blinking back angry tears that threatened to fall. Gosh! he was so fake. You could only imagine how relieved he must have been to not hang out with you.

Belly: have funnnn

Belly: no funny business!!

Belly: wait where did you go?!

Belly: Steven keeps pacing back and forth waiting for u

Belly: what’s going on?

Belly: just let us know ur okay

Belly: y/n ??!?!??

Y/n: hey, something came up last night sorry I had you worried. can u come over?

Belly arrived 20 minutes later. You spent the time together watching reruns of your favorite Disney show. “Do you want to talk about it?” Belly asked after a while, noticing something was bothering you.

“I overheard the guys talking about me last night.” You fiddled with the throw blanket that was on your lap. “At first it was just them teasing Steven about our date or whatever.” You took a deep breath upset that you felt like crying. “But Steven only agreed to hang out with me…” You paused blinking back tears. Belly moved closer immediately pulling you into a hug. “He only agreed to hang out with me…so I could stop annoying him! I honestly don’t know what I did wrong?” You pulled away from belly’s arms wiping your tears that had fallen.

“Maybe I was too forward? but I just wanted to see if he felt the same way…it was dumb.” You shrugged. Belly shook her head “Nope my brother is a fucking idiot!” she stood up taking your hand in hers and pulling you up. “I won’t let you mope around all day because of him!” You sighed “I don’t even have a choice do I?” Belly laughed shaking her head. “What do you say we go to the boardwalk? Taylor’s coming in today too” she smirked.

“And maybe someone would be happy to see you I don’t know” she whispered with a grin. “What are you talking about?” You questioned. “Well you know Xavier..the one that works the lemonade stand?” You nodded your head yes. “Well, he totally has the hots for you.” You cringed at her word choice. “He does not!” You laughed. “Oh, he does! you were too busy ogling my brother last summer you didn’t notice him ogling you.” she poked your side teasingly.

“Now let’s go!”

~

“Stay still before I poke your eye out” Taylor groans finishing up your eyeliner. You were now at the Fisher’s beach house getting ready to go down to the boardwalk. You laugh pulling away “I think that’s enough…if you make my eyeliner any thicker I’d cry!” Taylor playfully pushes your head away. “Sorryyyyy i want to make Xavier fall to his knees when he sees you!” You frown when she brings that name up. Sure, Xavier was a nice guy…and he was cute…but he wasn’t Steven.

You’d always imagined Steven being your first everything. First kiss, first date, first time. It was something you’d dreamt of all this time.

“Yeah…im going to get a snack before we head out do y’all want anything?” You ask heading towards the door. Both girls gave you a sympathetic smile shaking their heads no.

As you reached the kitchen you stopped in your tracks. Steven turned from looking into the fridge. You made eye contact for about 5 seconds before you beelined for the cabinets. “Hey,” Steven broke the silence as you pulled out a granola bar. You felt the warmth of his stare and turned finding him now leaning against the counter. “Hey…” you whispered looking anywhere but his face. “So you gonna tell me what happened last night?” Steven crossed his arms around his chest.

“Just didn’t feel up for it anymore ..” You shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s it?” Steven scoffed. “Yeah…that’s it” you whispered about to walk away. “What’s going on? I’m like so confused right now.” Steven gently gripped your arm. “Nothing just forget it…it’s not like you wanted to go anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “And what makes you think that?” He muttered eyes scouring your face for the truth. “Um, I don’t know let’s see …you quite literally ignored me this entire week!” You responded sarcastically.

“I didn’t mean to. I had a lot of shit on my mind alright?” Steven uttered softly. It almost felt genuine. The words he spoke just last night almost became liquid. “Yeah like what?” You whispered eventually looking into his eyes. “You can tell me..” You spoke gently stepping into him closer. No matter how much he’s hurt you. Steven would always make you melt. “Nothing let’s just forget about it…he pulled away opening up the fridge once again.”

It was like a switch was flipped. How he went right back to that cold shoulder he had been giving you all week. “You're a fucking asshole” You spewed, already ready to walk out of the kitchen. “Where are you going?” He abruptly spoke again. “The boardwalk…you know? so I won’t annoy you here.” With that, you left a confused and remorseful Steven behind.

~

“Hey, look y/n why don’t you go get a lemonade?” Belly suggested with an eyebrow raise. Shit. you were hoping they forgot about that. “Guys I don’t feel up for this..” You pouted looking between both Taylor and Belly. “Noooo go talk to him! you look hot as fuck.” Taylor gently grabbed your face giving you a mini pep talk.

“What if Xavier wants to hang out..I cant just ditch you guys?!?” You were stalling and they knew it. “We’ll be here waiting for you” Belly smiled. “Just try to have fun alright? But hey if you don’t really want to do it …we’ll back off” She narrowed her eyes at Taylor. “No…I’ll go” You laughed giving both of them a hug “Thank you guys.i really appreciate this.” You’d definitely still be moping around in your room about Steven if it wasn’t for Belly and Taylor. They both wished you luck as you headed straight for the lemonade stand.

As soon as he spotted you. The biggest smile spread across his face. “y/n? damn, it’s been so long” Xavier greeted you with a hug. “It’s only been a year!” You playfully ruffled his curly hair that sat atop his head. “That’s way too long…I enjoy seeing pretty girls year-round.” He spoke smoothly, he definitely knew how to talk to girls. “Shut up” You laughed pushing him away with not that much force.

“I have an hour lunch break…you up for arcade games?”

~

“So…you seeing anyone?” Xavier asked as he ate a scoop of his mint chocolate chip ice cream. You thought about it for a moment. Technically no you weren’t seeing anyone. But you knew you were still hung up on Steven. A day at the boardwalk with Xavier wouldn’t change that. “It’s complicated…I guess” Xavier sighed “I've been there…it’s rough” You nodded you were curious as to what he meant but you didn’t want to be nosey.

“Hey, look they have street fighter..” Xavier smirked. “Want to go a couple of rounds?” You nodded immediately pulling him towards the game. “Mhhm loser buys the winner a funnel cake!” You suggested with a chuckle. “Ouuu im so down y/n” Xavier squeezed your hand that held his quickly striding towards the arcade game.

Just two more steps, Just two more steps and you’d be fine. The rowdy yelling completely threw you off. You stopped in place looking behind you where the voices were coming from. You had no time to move out of the way, no time to prevent this from happening.No time to stop the trio of boys that you knew all too well. Suddenly a body collided with Xavier, the force immediately making your intertwined hands lose. “Dude, what the fuck?” Xavier groaned. It was then that you snapped back into reality. Eyes wide when you noticed Xavier’s ice cream now all over his shirt.

“What’s up? how are we doing?” That voice full of humor made you scoff. Steven stood tall a smile on his face. You hated that it kind of made your heart flutter. “Steven, what is your problem?” You gestured towards Xavier’s now ice cream stained shirt. “He’ll be fine y/n it’ll wash out.” Steven laughed, but once he noticed you didn’t find this funny at all he frowned. “I’m sorry man, I just came over to say what’s up..” You ignored Steven’s apology not believing he meant it. “Hey want me to help you get cleaned up?” You asked Xavier voice full of concern.

“No.I got it…I’ll see y’all later.” Xavier spoke nonchalantly as he walked away. When he was out of eyesight you brushed past steven heading out the door.

“Y/n” Steven immediately followed behind you. His long legs make it easier for him to catch up with you. “You embarrassed me” You stopped outside the arcade, letting him pull you to the side. “Embarrassed? sorry to interrupt your little date” Steven scoffed. “It's not a date we were just hanging out, why do you care?” You groaned running your hands down your face. “Maybe because just yesterday you were supposed to hang out with me?” Steven spoke definitively.

“Oh my god, just earlier you agreed to forget about it,” you said with an eye roll. “It was dumb, stop acting like you care just go home Steven I did you a favor.” He shook his head “What are you talking about right now?” Steven pulled you in closer, one of his hands placed on your waist. The other coming to the side of your face, willing you to look at him.

“I heard you.i heard everything,” you spoke up voice hoarse. Steven’s heart carried pain at the tears that stood brimming in your eyes. The realization was clear when he made the connection. “And you know..who cares what Jeremiah and Conrad think! what hurt the most was you.” You shrieked. You hated that you were crying in front of him. You hated that when he hauled you against his chest you felt secure.

“I'm sorry baby... I'm sorry” Steven sounded voice vulnerable. Leaving kisses atop your head. “Why would you say that?” you sobbed breaking down in front of the boy who caused it. “I didn't mean any of it” Steven brought your face between his hands once again. “But you said it..it still fucking hurts Steven.”

You wiped your face getting prepared to pull away and walk back home.

“Wait, please let me talk to you.” Steven begged. “okay” you replied being prepared to cry all over again. “My head has been all fucked up..and that isn't an excuse I know” Steven looked down as if he couldn't construct the next words. “Please don't shut me out.” you pleaded gently. “I want you...i have all this time.” Steve confessed for the first time.

“—And I didn't want to fuck anything up we've..been so close all our lives if I ever messed that up I would never forgive myself.” It's as if you were dreaming, the boy you loved stood in front of you disclosing his feelings for you. “And what? this whole week of you acting cold towards me, were you trying to avoid your feelings?” Steven bobbed his head “Yes, if I lied to myself it would make lying to everyone else easier because the fucking truth is I want you so bad” You didn't tell him but at that moment you forgave him.

“And you called me the annoying one?” You giggled pushing on his chest gently. “Right now we could have been making out on the beach….but noo you had to be a brooding boy” Steven tickled your side, causing you to squirm in his arms. “Yeah, my fault can I kiss you now? been practically wanting to my whole life.” Steven threw his head back fake pouting setting one hand over his chest. You figured you'd throw his words right back at him. “You're so desperately desperate”

Steven smirked “Yeah for you? I am” Those words welcomed a whole lot of beautiful feelings. At that moment is when Steven bent down bringing his lips down onto your own. As your lips moved together, butterflies erupted in your belly. You smiled against his lips when you both needed a breath. “Hey, by the way, your not off the hook.. I'm still sort of pissed at you.” You declared pointing a finger into his chest.

“Yeah, I figured” He laughed wrapping his arms even tighter around you. “How about I make it up to you this whole week? I'm taking you out on dates…ill even get on my knees if I have to. I'm going to follow you around like a puppy.” Steven rambled on. You laughed out loud covering your mouth with your hands. “Oh, it's funny?” Steven raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Yeah, you're such a loser.” You joked.

Before Steven could respond you tugged him into another kiss. Perhaps everything wasn't one hundred percent fixed. But you and Steven were finally here together. You and Steven were finally in each other's arms that's all that mattered. You’d figure out the rest together.

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hii there! Can I request a smut with Stu and a fem reader where the reader has scars on her legs from a car accident and hates them, but Stu wants to show her just how much he adores her (and is kinda obsessed with her). Something like kissing every scar she has while fucking her so she forgets about her insecurities? Please and thank you!!!🩷

Hi! I love this sm anon. You can decide if he s ghostface or not in this

𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈

Warnings: Scars, mentions of car accident, insecurity, NSFW, MDNI, afab reader, p in v, cunning inside, yk yk usual Stu stuff

You were over Stu’s house currently. You both laid on his bed, you cuddled into him while you both watched some movie.

“Mmm!” He said, pointing at the tv while his mouth was full of popcorn. He swallowed “See that, that, is just dumb. Why does everyone always go to investigate? It makes no sense. Idiots.” He mumbled the last part.

His ramblings didn’t quite make sense while you were wrapped up in your own thoughts. Recently, you’d been getting more insecure about your scars. You hated the way they looked on your body.

He continued to ramble, and finally it stopped when he realized you were being quiet.

“You okay?” He asked softly, he laid a kiss on your neck.

“I’m okay.” You said back.

He let it go for now, and shortly after, his hands made their way up your shirt as he smirked. You had always loved that, surely that would help your mood.

“Stu.” You said, in a warning tone. He furrowed an eyebrow and removed his hands.

“Sorry. I thought-“

“Sorry. No, it’s not you. Just not in the mood, baby.” You said, tangling your hands in his hair and giving him a kiss.

“It’s fine.” He said. Odd, he thought, but let it go.

You laid on his chest now while he held you tightly. You got a little too into your thoughts, that you didn’t hear him calling your name.

“Y/n?”

“Y/n?”

He was concerned now, he shook you and you looked up at him.

“Hm?” You asked.

He was going to ask you if you wanted anything, but now, he was really concerned.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you, his goofy mood he usually has was gone. Usually, no matter what, he was always cracking some sort of joke and having fun.

“I’m fine.” You said again.

He said your name, in a way that you knew he was being serious. You sighed, laying your head on his stomach now and looking to the side.

“I’m serious. What’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid-“

“It’s not if it’s bothering you so much.” He interrupted.

You hesitated before speaking. “I just… I don’t know. My scars, I just… I hate them. So much. Their ugly, and you probably hate them-“ You started to tear up, and he sat up, pausing the movie. You sat up and you both looked at each other.

He was thinking of what to say. “That isn’t stupid.” He said, you looked at him in confusion.

“Baby, you remember the car accident? You were so devastated when you realized that they wouldn’t go away. It’s not stupid. And I fucking love them, if anything. I don’t hate them, at all. They don’t bother me any. In fact, their badass.”You cracked a smile slightly. He smiled at that.

“And you should learn to love them too. Because I love every single fucking part of you, I think you should love every part of yourself too.” He shrugged.

That was probably the deepest he’s been with anyone, ever. He realized that, and so did you.

You stayed silent for a moment, not sure what to say.

You just threw your arms around him, he smiled and kissed your neck.

“I love you.” You mumbled.

“I love you. Let me show you how much I love you.” He said.

You nodded, and that was all he needed. He smiled as he laid you down softly, and as much as he wanted to rip all of your clothes off, he decided against it. This was meant to be sweet, for you.

Slowly, he took off your pants, looking at you to make sure it’s okay. You just nodded at him again and he looked back down at your legs, he threw the pants somewhere in the room.

“Like something out of a damn painting. Specifically a very beautiful renaissance.” He said with a small smile, he looked back up at your face and moved himself so he was on top of you to give you a kiss. It was sweet, passionate.

You smiled when you both pulled back, and he made his way back down to your legs.

You did feel a little self conscious as you looked at the scars. But then you saw the way Stu looked at them. He pulled off your underwear slowly, he was watching your face for a reaction. More than anything, he wanted to make sure you were okay.

You were wet, by the time he pulled off your underwear. He prodded a finger in your entrance, making you moan out.

“Jus’ preparing you.” His other hand was rubbing up and down your legs. He stuck another finger after a while, pumping them in and out. His long fingers were more than enough, if that’s what he wanted to do. But it wasn’t right now, maybe another day.

He took his fingers out of your cunt, licking them dry and making you moan out again.

“Alright, alright. I hear you.” He said, cracking a goofy grin at how easily it was to have you melting at his touch. He pulled his pants off, and pulled his cock out. He aligned it with your entrance, pressing kisses to your thighs.

Slowly, he slid it in. As much times as you had sex, you never got used to his size. You both moaned out when he did, he stayed still for a little.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

He was focused as he started moving, setting a slow pace. He moved in and out, and his lips found their way to your legs, your scars. He laid kisses on them, all of them as he slid in and out of your cunt.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled, he was close already, and he could tell you were too. You moaned out his name.

“It’s okay. Cum for me, baby.” He laid more kisses on your legs as he coaxed out your orgasm, an orgasm you swore was one of the best you’ve had.

He was close too, but it wasn’t about him. He could shoot it into a sock, for all he cared. He thought, and was about to pull out when you stopped him.

“You haven’t-“

He stayed still in your for a moment.

“Are you still on the pill?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure-“ he hesitated, but you nodded and smiled at him sweetly, and that was all he needed. He moved a bit faster now, still focused on you as he painted your walls, he pulled out with a sigh. He laid down on the bed next to you now as you both looked up at the ceiling.

“You let everyone cum inside you?” He joked and turned his head to you.

You shrugged. “Only my cute boyfriend.” You turned to him. He smiled again and grabbed your jaw, kissing you again.

“You’re the fucking best.”

[xhanelia]

I’ve discovered your blog and it’s single handedly feeding my current valorant obsession, I love your writing so much. With that said, could I please request a some fluffy confession scenes with Sova or possibly Chamber? Thank you so much!

I will abandon this page istg i hate tumblr but this is a request i can write in one go so here i am at 00:43. Lets see when i'll finish it. (Im done and its 03:00)

<<<The reader is another agent in the protocol in this fic. Sova part is GN and Chamber part is female reader. >>>

Hope you like it! And thank you sm!!

Confession headcannons with Sova and Chamber

He is the hollywood star of hiding emotions and pressing them in so no one can tell what he really feels or who is the person he has eyes on. Exept himself ofcourse.

He is not some kind of "i'll built up my emotions inside so i wont hurt anyone" kind of person. He knows he shouldnt hide them too long or it can cause damage. He talks about his problems to Brim like everybody does. But not love, ofcourse.

He thinks that he shouldnt feel like this to a coworker. Not that there isnt any couples in the HQ. There is Raze and KJ and he knows that Brim allows it.

He is probably scared of you rejecting him. If so, there will be a moody aura between whenever you two need to team up for a mission. He cannot allow that. That will effect both of your morals and the performance.

But every second he is not speaking about his feelings is like a torture to him. Like all of his energy is drawn out of him when he returns from a mission or just from trainings.

Spending his day at his room, not practising archery, not having conversations much often, sitting in the plane and looking out of the window while going to a mission rather than giving courage to people is not like him. Something is bothering him. Clearly.

You went to sit next to him. He immediately turned his head to you. "Did something happened?" He asked.

"I should be the one asking you that." You said. He stared at you for a good 15 seconds.

"Lets have this conversation after the mission." He suggested with the pressure of his own feelings. It was getting too much for him to handle. You did not pressed on it. The mission was a short one after all. Everyone did good and went back to the HQ with the same plane.

He immediately regret his choice of words when you stood infront of him when he tried to get out of the plane. He was planning to found an excuse but he didnt had the time to think about that.

"Umm..." he said trying to get some time to think. You lift a brow, implying that you both know why you are in his way.

"Lets talk about it when no one is around, shall we?" He said while bending over you a little.

"There is no one around, Sasha. You took unexpectedly long to leave the plane." You said. You were not letting him escape again.

He sighed. Looking around, really no one was left at the landing field. He grabbed your arm and getting you two both out of the plane. The sky was open and orange with the sunset of the beautiful winter.

He held both of your hands. You could feel the shake of them. It was ironic that the sniper of the protocol's hands was shaking that easily before you.

"You dont have to say anything, its better if we pretend that i said nothing, but..." you tilted your head and frown at the words. "I am in love with you." He says.

He is too scared to look you in the eyes or hear the words that will come out of your mouth so he continues to speak.

"I was too scared that our friendship will never be the same after my confession so i kept this feelings inside but they didnt stop growing. I felt like i was drowning and couldnt hide it anymore. I am sorry if i ruined our friendship and-"

He stopped after hearing your laugh. Did he said something stupid? Was this so childish for him to do? Why were you laughing?

"You were hiding this from me? For how long?" You said. He got confused. "Uhh... for... over 4 or 5 months?" He said, unsure about when he got this crush over you.

"You should have told me from the start silly. I like you too!" As you said, his eyes lit up with the happiness. Holding your hands tighter, he asked. "Really? Are you real? You are not saying that because you dont want me to feel bad, do you?"

With your head shake as a no, he hugs you while both of you laugh with joy. And there goes your first kiss with him. Under the orange sky with the blow of an air like a celebration of the nature for both of you.

Mhm. We all know this man aint hiding nothing. He shall show you and everyone that he has eyes on you so that nobody can steal you from him untill he officialy takes you out.

Yea i feel like he would take you out to an extra expensive restaurant to confess, even the offer itself looks like the confession already.

"Chamber, you really dont have to." You say while hanging the vandal back to its place. Training was over and the french man knew your schedule from head to toe. It was impossible for him to miss any of your free times.

"Please, the randevu was made from weeks ago. Plus, if it isnt going to be you then who is it?" He says while giving you the card of the restaurant. On the card, it was written the place of the restaurant (i will die from this stuffy nose istg i cannot write) with the date and time of the randevu with his fancy handwriting.

You gave a smile to him. Not often you got this kind of... um... take outs? (I forgor the word in english) He was generous to offer you this. Altough it was clear why he did this.

You contact Brim to clear that day but he said that Chamber did it for you. Then you discover that nearly everyone knows about the "take out" that you guys will have.

"O. M. G. You know that he will confess you that night, right?" Jett said while cutting cucumbers to put on her eyes but Phoenix eats them trying not to get caught. The girls night is getting little heavy on you. (Pho is one of the girls idc.)

"Yea, yea, i know. Who doesnt." You said while rolling your eyes. Trying to not pop the conversation much.

"I mean, i didnt got a confession in a fancy restaurant." KJ said while looking at Raze. Who has no idea whats going on.

"Well, im okay if he wants to do it this way but im not sure if i'll fit in that kind of atmosphere. Everyone and everything is so expensive. You know." You said while shaking your shoulders.

"Are you kidding me? That french has his eyes on you. You think he will matter if you fit in or not?" Neon lifts the cucumbers from her eyes and looks at you from the couch. You lift your hands sideways as to tell you dont know.

"We will make you fit." Phoenix says with excitement. "What is the date?" He asks while everyone awaits the answer from you.

Eventually, the date comes. Everyone you gave the date is more excited than you. Preparing your dress, makeup and everything like its a doll dressing game.

When it comes to Chamber, he was ready more than ever. It was like classic Chamber yet so different. He had his 'special occasion suit' on him and a smug smile on his face. He offers you his arm and you take it.

(You go to the restaurant but its getting too late and i need some sleep so imma skip that part.)

"So..." he says while you both sit face to face, eating dinner. He had studied this for over how many times and yet he is still nervous. You turned your look at him and raise a brow.

"We both know why we are here, Vincent. I like you too. You dont have to give me a whole speech." You said. Drinking some of the wine to cover your face and overexcitement.

He laughs at your boldness. "Its open like a book, isnt it?" He looks straight into your eyes. You feel like they could pierce through you. "Thats my girl. Bold and smart as always" He says. "You dont need a brain to see that you have eyes on me." It was your time to laugh.

He looks at you with that stupid smirk on his face. Like he truly fell in love if you. "I love you." He says. Giving up on the talk he had prepared. He felt like it was the only thing he needed to say.

Even if that three words was the only thing he said, they made your heartbeat race up immediately. With a giggle, you hold his hand that is on the table. "I love you." You said. The only thing he said and the only thing he needed to hear from you was the same nontheless.

[girlboypersonthingy]

How would my Arcane girls (Jinx and Vi) react if they were chilling and lying on the bed with reader and reader told them: „I want to be honest with you. I’ve never kissed anyone, never been in a relationship before. You’re my first” and tried to quickly walk away because was afraid of response?

NOOO CUZ WHY IS THIS SO CUTE ??? I love this sm wow thank you❣️ I know Vi and Jinx gotta be pretty inexperienced too. Aww I 💜 these girls~ ENJOY ANON 😚

VI 💘

It was early morning, almost 6 am and the sun was just starting to make the room glow. As you open your eyes, you realize you’re not in your own bedroom. This realization startles you a bit and causes you to sit up rather quickly. Finally, you look over and see Vi laying on her back, hands tucked behind her head as she glances over at you. “Morning, sweetheart.” She was in a sports bra type of top and her cotton candy hair was a bit messy. You can’t help but struggle to catch your breath as you feel your stomach drop and your face become hot. You’d fallen asleep in a VI’s bed for the first time ever. “M-morning. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep in here last night I just-“ You lose your voice suddenly as she turns towards you and slides her hand to the back of your head.

Before you know it, she’s pulling you in towards her as her eyes flutter shut. Oh god…is this it? Your first kiss?! Something in you makes you pull away slightly as your breath finally catches in your throat. Despite your slight pull, Vi continues to move closer and closer. You nearly choke as you try to muster up the courage to tell her what’s on your mind.

“Vi! Wait! Uhm…uh.” She pulls away and loosens her grip on you, her eyes opening to catch a glimpse of your shocked expression. “I…I’m sorry, (Y/N).” She looks away as if she’s ashamed of what she just did, she doesn’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to. “No no, it’s fine. I just…” She watches you closely, her mouth just barely hanging open. “Honestly…I’ve never kissed anyone before. I’ve never even dated anyone before you and I…I-I-“ Your train of thought has officially derailed, you’re just so close to her face and you’re still half asleep, your brain isn’t functioning correctly at the moment.

You decide to end your awkward suffering by quickly scurrying back to your own room and hiding from Vi for the next week, but as you try to stand from the bed, Vi grabs your arm firmly. As you turn to look at her, she loosens her hand on you but gently tugs at your arm. “Hey, don’t go. Finish what you want to say.” You’re hesitant to slump back into her bed but eventually you do, with bright red cheeks and avoidant eyes. You open your mouth to continue but the courage you felt a second ago is now long gone and only a soft whisper comes out before you divert your gaze from her. Vi decides to speak up instead.

“Well um…You’re uh…not my first kiss but you are my first serious relationship so I’m kinda new to this, too.” She pauses and lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried anything, I just…I don’t wanna sound like a creep but I was watching you sleep for the last 20 minutes and you’re really fucking hot and you’re so kind and interesting and GOD you make me feel all giddy and excited and…like I have something to look forward to.” After her short ramble, she watches for your response with a small smile on her face.

“Well then…you can try to kiss me again if you want. Promise I won’t pull away this time.” Vi grins and let’s out a soft chuckle before she slowly leans in and presses her lips to yours, officiating your first kiss ❤️‍🔥

JINX 🦋

Jinx was bored, having no orders from Silco and nothing really major going on with her inventions and gadgets. She was having a sort of writer’s block but with chaos and fun. In response, she just had to come find you and bother you a bit for her own entertainment. Jinx scurries around to find you and she finally does, sitting on your bed fiddling with something. She silently sneaks up behind you then shouts as she grabs your shoulders. This causes you to jolt in your spot and let out a startled yelp which makes Jinx burst into laughter.

“Woo! That was a good one, I got you so good!” You smile and let out a nervous laugh as you relax your body again. You look back to see her sprawled out in the bed behind you, smiling so big. “You’re a jerk.” She just continues to laugh in reply. “What do you even want? Can’t you see I’m busy here.” Your tone was harsh but you’re having trouble holding back your smile and you just can’t fool Jinx. “Mmmmhhhmmm I see that smile, you’re not really mad at me.” Jinx slithers her way across the bed so fast it makes your head spin and suddenly, now she’s standing right in front of you and you have no way of hiding your face from her. You bite your lip and try to force the smile back and the look on your face gives Jinx an idea.

Jinx reached out to touch you and everything suddenly felt so unreal, like a dream or something. Her cold, thin fingers gently graze your cheek as she gives you a very convincing guilty puppy dog look, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout. Your smile has turned into a open mouth, wanting to speak but not sure what to say. She’s never touched you this way and her face has never been this close to yours. You don’t notice at first but you’re holding your breath, waiting to see where this is going.

“You’re not…really mad at me…right, (Y/N)?” Her voice is so soft compared to her normal volume and she really is a great actress, you’re not sure if this is real or not. Your voice begins with a squeak so you clear your throat and then finally respond. “N-no.” She moves closer, her eyes looking back and forth between your eyes and your lips, and you can feel her breath ever so slightly on your face. “Promise?” And all you can do is nod in reply. “Then show me you’re not mad at me…with a kiss.” She lets out a sweet giggle at the face you’re making then leans forward, her bright blue eyes closing slowly as you lean away. Suddenly, you catch your breath and now you’re panting and panicking.

“Jinx! Jinx, wait!” She pulls back, eyes wide as she watches you. “You… don’t want to kiss me?” Now you’re sure her sad expression is real. “No, I do but I uh…I-I’ve never…kissed anyone before though.” You look away from her and try to stand, wanting to get out of this excruciatingly embarrassing situation but before you can get to your feet, Jinx is smiling bigger than ever and she reaches out to hold your face in her hands again. She essentially pulls you back down by your blushing cheeks.

“OH MY GOD, YOU’RE SUCH A LITTLE VIRGIN!!! YOU’RE SO PRECIOUS!” She’s practically screaming as she pulls your face close to hers and gently touches the tip of her nose to yours. This makes you chuckle softly at how funny she is but you’re still nervous. “Sorry, I uh…I don’t really know how to-“ Jinx interrupts you by gently pressing a very soft and very quick kiss to your parted lips, literally making your heart stop. “There! Now you’ve kissed someone. The “first time” thing is soooo overrated. Nooowwww…I can teach you the good stuff.” She winks at you then bites her lip nervously. “If you want, I mean!”

She’s not trying to pressure you, she’s just over enthusiastic about kissing you for the first time and she wants more, but she also cares about you and your boundaries. So she watches your face as you think about it, her cheeks just barely pink with want for you.

“Okay fine, but no tongue.” “Awww what?! That’s the best part, (Y/N)!” “Ew, you’re so gross!”

And then you proceed to share lots of soft, small kisses with NO TONGUE and you two can’t stop laughing and smiling against each others’ lips.

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HOME IS WHERE MY HEART IS. (S1 FINALE)

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Word Count: 1400+ A/N: 😭 we're already done!! thank you sm for being part of the journey hngh, it's insane how much this blog has grown despite it just me spitting out random scenarios, this was my first series here. so im grateful to each and every one that has come with me in the process. every heart, comment and reblog made me happy. please enjoy the s1 finale! I'll be over my other works doing stuff so you can check them out here: link

“I need you to stay here,” I say holding Abby’s shoulders, “We can’t risk you getting caught in the crossfire. Promise me.”

She furrows here brows before nodding, “I understand.”

“Good,” I say firmly before kissing her cheek, “I love you so much.”

“Stay safe, mom,” she encourages with a smile.

I return it and give her crystal orb. “Here, you can have this. This can help you see what’s going on outside.”

She accepts and immediately inspects it. Her fingers brushing on the screen seeing her mother’s face in the orb as she was in real time. I gave a smile which was transmitted to the orb instantly. She slides on the orb one more time to her father, attending the speech Charlie was speaking. She hid it with the use of her powers and gives me one final hug.

“Dear, why don’t you join the other’s downstairs? You should get to know them better now that you decided on staying,” Alastor joins us and holds my waist with one hand and his microphone in the other.

“Oh! Right!” she enthusiastically runs down the hall and disappears.

“Gosh, where does she get that energy from,” I comment holding my cheek, feeling tired just looking at her. “That definitely wasn’t from me.”

Alastor laughs and gives me a kiss on the cheek before we follow after her slowly. He says this instead of answering, “As long as she’s happy that’s fine!”

I roll my eyes playfully at him and gazed at the group that gathered around the bar. I spot Abby holding a glass of orange juice trying to get closer to Cherri. I laugh at her actions, of course she chooses the coolest one to be her friend.

“Hi! I’m Abigail! You can just call me Abby,” she introduces holding out her hand.

“Uhh, sup? Name’s Cherri,” the pinkette answers reluctantly shaking her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you! We’ve met before but I never caught your name,” Abby asks the arachnid.

“Angel Dust. Angel’s fine, toots. Orange juice? What are you? 5?” Angel asks not exactly mocking her, but genuine confused by her choice.

“I’ve tried liquor before but it’s just not for me,” she replies not even bothered that she just got slighted.

“Fair enough,” Angel shrugs before walking to the bar to talk to Husk.

“So, uhh, your dad’s the radio demon?” Cherri asks trying to be polite.

“Indeed!” Abby answers enthusiastically, “We haven’t seen each other since I was a kid though.”

“Oh, why? What happened?” Cherri asks placing her drink down.

“He—uhh died when I was younger and by the time I was 15 I only had a few memories that I remember of him.”

“Oh shit. What about your mom though?”

“Mom also died when I was 14. So, I was on my own for a time in my life.”

“Well, at least we survived that shit. To being orphans!” Cherri exclaims raising her glass to Abby.

“Hurray?!” Abby panics confused and clinked their glasses together before doing the same as Cherri who downed her drink.

Alastor and I laugh while Niffty crawls on the railing between us.

“Ah, the celebratory night before a courageous last stand. It's been a surprising thrill to witness these wayward souls find connection. Almost makes one sentimental, eh, Niffty?”

 “I really like them, Alastor. They let me put on roach puppet shows without booing!” she replies enthusiastically, while I watched the two talk with a smile on my face.

“Ah, an enjoyable collective to be around. I admit one could get accustomed,” he sighs looking back down at them, particularly at Abby who was getting along with them quite well.

“I dub thee, King Roach,” NIffty proclaimed, putting on a bug crown on Alastor which he let her do and gave her a little bow.

“Oh, to understand your twisted little mind!” he comments before they started cackling where Alastor just played along with her. It made me sentimental of how he used to play house and have tea parties with Abby way back when.

Niffty scampers off with the other giving me the space and scoot over to him. “Will you be okay handling Adam?” I asked worriedly.

“It’ll be fine. I’ll be as careful as can. I’m not going to lose to him that easily,” he snorts, “You, however, I need you to back to me in one piece.”

I sighed and reminded him, “I think you forgot our deal, Al. I won’t exist if you don’t.”

He falls silent and tries to think. While I continue and place my hand on his chest, “You own my heart and my everything. This body beats for two. United as one, in sickness and in health—”

“Til’ death do us part,” we finish together. He wordlessly encases me in his arms and fall into a comfortable silence.

--timeskip

“Here they come. Get ready, everyone. We fight together!”

“Now! FOR YOUR SOULS!”

“Let's FUCK THEM UP!”

Alastor and I waited for them at the top of the hotel, watching as the angels begin their assault.

“Let the slaughter begin. AHAHAHAHAHAHA-HA!” Alastor yells swinging his microphone, summoning a black force field around us.

I left him and dove all the way from the rooftop and phasing to the floor, allowing me to transform into my giant demon form. With a terrifying grin and half lidded eyes that craved for chaos, I let out a shriek causing everyone to cover their ear giving Alastor to cut down the angels.

I raise my left and clenched it into a fist encasing every angel that aimed for me in a bubble immobilizing them, leaving them to Angel to shoot down. In that moment, Alastor’s shield disappeared leaving the silhouette of Adam with a sadistic smile.

He lounges for me while I only swiped him away with my hand causing him to tumble and crash on top of the hotel where Alastor was waiting for him. I left them and focused on helping the others, summoning my underlings to help the others.

After a while of killing angels, their numbers didn’t seem to waver making me curse under my breath feeling the weight of prolonging this fight for so long. I let out a pained shriek collapsing on myself and transforming back to my original form.

‘Shit. Is Alastor ok? What the hell happened?’ I thought starting to get delirious with the pain.

“MILEDY NO!”

“SUCK MY HOLY LIGHT, FUCKERS! YEAH!” Adam yells over our heads making me glare at him.

“What? Alastor was supposed to handle him. Oh no, he must be—”

White noise fills my ears as my vision starts to fail me leaving me in an unconscious state, where the last thing I see was tendrils wrapping around me.

---later

“Dad!”

“Alastor!!”

Everyone hugs him seeing his return that he was safe, however they fail to spot Miledy with him.

“Dad… Where’s mom?” Abby asks worried, trying to calm herself before she goes crazy looking for her mom.

“She’s fine. Just resting,” he assures giving his daughter a smile. ‘She has to be,’ he thought furrowing his brows before following the others.

<<flashback>>

“Al!” I scream getting away from an exorcist that was after me. She pushes me down and attempts to stab my chest. As soon as the steel met my skin, a tendril pushes her off me. I screamed as I see a large cut, opening up my chest. I watch mortified as I see my own beating heart.

“Miledy!”

Alastor rushes to me and knelt beside me. I hold onto him tightly confused and afraid, “Al, where are we? I don’t know what’s going on. I’m scared!”

His breathing stutters and tries to answer her, his eyes knit together and wore a frown. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I need to save you. You have to make a deal with me, Mel.”

I nodded my head despite not knowing anything he was saying. I just wanted to get out of here and be with him. Explain things to me carefully without my life being endangered and on the run.

“Mel, you will have to give your heart to me. So that no one will find your weakness, this is to keep you alive. Do we have a deal?” Alastor says to me seriously a faint green light emanating from him and his outstretched hand.

I nodded vehemently and shook his hand, “Deal.”

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do you trust me? w/ childe m.list | rules

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It was usual for you to fight almost once a week. It was a guilty pleasure, for both of you. This is how you ended up in the Golden House today, in the middle of the afternoon.

Childe wasn't in a good mood. In fact, he seemed a bit off, like something wasn't right. And even if you claimed that you weren't that close, you were able to tell when something was different with him.

He didn't dodge your attack, and it was already the fourth time in a too small amount of time. So you decided to stop everything, your sword touching the ground and your eyes locked on the ginger. Childe looked back at you, raising an eyebrow.

"What? Are you worried? You know princess, I-"

"Stop it, would you? Don't act like that. I know you're hiding something."

A laugh could be heard, coming from Childe's lips. He crossed his arms, his bow already gone.

"It's all good princess. Plus, don't act like you care. I mean, we know why we are here."

You looked upset, and Childe knew that it wasn't good for him. You took a step closer, your sword disappearing too. You stopped right in front of him, your eyes still in his.

"Don't lie to me, Childe. Spit it out."

A sigh left his lips, finally looking away. You remained silent for some time before he raised his voice again.

"Do you trust me?"

"Excuse me?"

"I said: do you trust me?"

Looking back at you, you seemed a bit disturbed. What type of question was that? You tried to find your words, but nothing came. He laughed, a bitter laugh.

"You know what? Don't bother. I already know the answer."

On those words, the ginger turned around, ready to leave the place. But he quickly stopped, feeling a small hand around his wrist.

"I do, even if sometimes I'm not sure if it's a good idea or not. But in the end, I still do. I trust you, Ajax."

He turned around, and the look he saw in your eyes made him understand that you were more than serious. He was the worst ; how could he doubt about it? You looked so sincere.

"I'm sorry.. I-"

"Don't worry, I know."

A small smile appeared on your lips, a soft one. So soft he could feel his heart melting. You were so pretty, and so sweet with him. He didn't deserve all of this. He didn't deserve your love, even if you didn't loved him the way he does. But he was ready to give up on everything for you, or at least just for your smile.

"Thank you princess. And sorry about that. Let's go back to our fight, should we?"

You simply nodded, the smile not leaving your lips. Childe was complicated sometimes, a bit hard to get ; but you were reading him so easily. He was a lucky man, lucky to have you by his side in any way.

He was loyal to the Tsaritsa, but in the end, he was even more loyal to his princess.

back with the ginger once again!! I love him sm and I almost forgot how bad it was lmao

[lvrsparadise]

'WHY (NOT)?' - S.T

Synopsis - "There used to be six of us. Now I'm alone."

Warnings! - Mentions of death, blood, (mild) gore, fear, vomit, profanity, italics mean flash back (will write at top who's pov), depictions of murder, sharp objects, angst, crying, yelling, implied Matt x Y/N, might make a pt2 don't know yet.

A/N - You know what's the best part about being creative? THIS ISN'T MY IDEA!! I GOT IT FROM PINTEREST! But like, BANGER. I had sm fun writing this ngl. (I cried, multiple times.)

I look into the eyes of the police officer across from me, exhaling frustratedly.

"I swear! I didn't do it! Something attacked us!"

"And how am I supposed to believe you? There's no footage of it."

I groan out, even more frustrated than before. I lay my head in my palms, which are shaking from what I saw, and frustration.

I hear the cop sigh and his chair scraping against the floor, as he stands and leaves the room.

----

!Y/N POV!

I look out the window at the old and abandoned mansion we're about to head into and unbuckle my seatbelt, looking at everyone else in the van.

"Dude I'm stoked." Chris daps Nate up as they get out of the car and head to the trunk to get our stuff.

I smile softly and shake my head.

"I'm honestly terrified."

"Me too" Me and Madi say in unison to Nick.

I turn my head to Matt, in the driver's seat next to me, and we share a look for a while, just taking each other in, before I step out of the car to help Chris and Nate with the stuff we brought.

"Dude, what if some like creepy old ghost haunts this place and like, possesses one of us?"

"How can you say that with a straight face Nate?"

He shrugs with a small smirk on his mouth as he hands me my backpack.

I roll my eyes and open my bag to make sure I have everything I need.

Flashlight, food, water, clothes, a blanket, my pocketknife, and batteries.

-

Once we're all set with our gear, we all collectively walk into the mansion, splitting up into groups of two.

Chris with Nate. Me with Matt, and Nick with Madi.

We all have cameras to record our own little adventures. We all are in different parts of the hose.

Me and Matt are upstairs, looking at all of the bedrooms, studies, and libraries.

"Woah, look at this painting."

I point my flashlight at the painting above a really gaudy and luxurious bed set, with is dirty and dusty.

It's a painting of a lady in a pencil thin bodice, long dress, and her eyes hollow and sunken. Her skin pale and bruised in several places.

"Holy fuck. That's nightmare fuel." He points our camera at the painting as he speaks.

"I know." I whisper as we continue looking around the room, filming all of it.

-

"So, as I was saying guys-" My foot hits something, and I furrow my brows looking down at whatever it is, my eyes soon widening in fear.

"Matt! MATT!" I yell out for him, running to where I was with him last, thankfully finding him there.

"Woah! Hey! Hey, what's wrong?"

I gulp and shake my head, my eyes filling with tears and my eyes still wide. I feel like I'm going to puke.

I just start walking back to where my foot hit the thing on the ground. I point my flashlight down to it, gagging at the sight of Chris laying on his back, dead.

His eyes, not there, blood coming from his mouth, and many large gashes on his chest.

I feel my breathing pick up, and a hand on my shoulder, ultimately ripping my gaze away from the once fun, and bubbly guy, now laying on the floor dead.

I hear Matt gag and watch as he does a full 180 and holds his hand over his mouth.

----

I cry for what feels like the hundredth time today. Not caring about the cops and investigators on the other side of what I know is a one-sided window.

The sight of seeing everyone I love, and the guy I've been crushing on, dead, all missing their eyes. A horror I'll never forget for as long as I live.

I hear the door open again, and don't bother to look at it. These handcuffs were really starting to hurt.

I hear whoever it was plop down in the chair across from me and drop a file on the table.

I wipe my face the best I can with the cuffs and look up at the person.

It's a different cop or whatever than the many who've came in here.

"I'm not here to interrogate you or overwhelm you with questions, I'm here to help you grasp the severity of this situation and why your co-operation is valuable right now."

"I'm telling the truth! I didn't murder my fucking friends!"

She holds up her hand in a motion telling me to stop, and she opens the file, pulling our multiple photos, and angles of my friends, all dead. Pale, eyes sunken and gouged out.

I gag at the pictures. She points to one of Matt's photos, a picture of him alive and happy next to the horrifying image I'll never forget seeing.

"This is Matthew Sturniolo? Correct?"

I nod and swallow the bile in my throat and clearing it before speaking.

"Y-Yes that's him."

"Okay. And this one?" She points to a photo of Madi, looking barely recognizable. I sob quietly and nod, sniffling.

"That's- That's Madi- uh, Madison Filipowicz."

She points to a photo of a boy in a backwards hat that I recognize as Nate's. I feel more tears fall down my face at the fact he's too unrecognizable on his face that the only reason I knew it was him was by his blood-soaked Boston Red Sox hat.

"Nath- Nathan Doe."

"And this one's Nicolas? Right?"

I nod as she points to a photo of Nick.

"Y-yeah." I blow out a shaky breath.

"So that leaves this one to be Christopher." She gestures to the photo of Chris. I don't even bother to look at it, fearing I might actually puke all over this table, the photos, and the lady's nice tan pantsuit.

----

!CHRIS'S POV!

Me and Nate watch Matt and Y/N walk up the stairs in front of us, but once we reach the top, we split and go opposite directions.

"Dude! Look at this old ass record player." Nate points his flashlight to the record player in the middle of the room.

"It's so fucking dusty."

"Well, no shit. It's probably been here for a hundred years."

"Ha ha. Although, probably has. This place looks like if you breathed wrong it'd fall over."

I drag my finger along the back of the chair, and it was dusty as hell.

-

After a bit of walking around, we make it to a large hall with a long table in the middle and chairs, on every side of the table.

"What're we here for? Dinner." I snicker at Nate's joke and shine the flashlight on it, while using my other hand to point the camera at it as well.

"Damn, hoity toity ass dining table." I mumble. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a shadow, or like a figure, but I brush it off as the light from the flashlight and mine or Nate's silhouette.

"Look at that dude!" Nate points his flashlight at a painting at the head of the table. A dude in his 40's maybe 50's with chops and a bald head, wearing some goofy ass clown collar.

"Dude looks like his name was fucking, Edward or Baldwin."

"This house has to be at least 200 years old or some shit. Because there's no way this fucker existed a hundred years ago."

I laugh at Nate's words. But I'm cut off by a scream from down the hall. Both me and Nate look at each other and point our flashlights to the staircase we came up, just in case.

"The fuck was that?"

"I don't kno-" Another scream. Sounds like.

"Madi."

"Fuck." I go to run down the stairs, but I'm yanked back by my backpack. Hard.

I hit the ground with a 'umphf' and a groan, having the air knocked out of me.

I cough and hear Nate yelling my name.

"CHRIS! CHRIS WATCH OUT!"

But I feel cold on my chest and look down to it to see at least 5 large gashes across my chest.

"The fuck-?" I mumble and look up to see some whack ass thing, with fingers as long as my fucking arm. And sharp looking. Black eyes, or none at all, I can't tell. And so many fucking large teeth.

My eyes widen in horror at the sight of the thing. It's skin grey and yellow, his body thin and tall, adorned with large bone like wings and spikes in its spine and its knuckles.

I don't even get a chance to let out a full scream when I feel a sharp pain in my eyes, and everything goes black and numb.

----

I rub my wrists as they take the cuffs off me so I can eat what they gave me. Which looks amazing, but I have no appetite.

It's a pork loin, mashed potatoes, green beans, fries, some juices, some fruits like pineapple, apple, strawberry, and some baby carrots and cucumbers.

Like I said, looks delicious, but if I try to eat it, it might comeback up.

The cop leaves the room and I'm left alone with my thoughts again.

I sigh and pick up the plastic fork, scooping up some mashed potatoes and eating a little bit. But they don't taste how they should. They feel like sandpaper against my mouth. Like grit, and I have to force myself to swallow it. I know it's not the food, but me.

I push the tray away and rest my arms on the table, laying my head on them and sobbing, but no tears come out. I've dried them up. I mean can you blame me? I just watched almost every single one of my friends die.

I wish I had told Matt how I felt. Maybe I wouldn't feel like this. Like I'm missing something. Like I could've convinced them not to go. Like I could've helped instead of just watching.

Maybe then all of my friends wouldn't be dead.

It's crazy how much one little decision can cause. Like, deciding to go to that mansion in the first place. If we'd just stayed home or brought professionals maybe, then I wouldn't have watched them die. Watch as their eyes were poked out and watch as their bodies sag to the floor.

I scoot the chair back and puke under the table, unable to hold it down anymore. It's all too much.

After I vomit, I pick up the cup of water from the table and wash my mouth out. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to rid myself of those images.

-

I rub my eyes and watch as, yet another cop enters the room, accompanied by what looks to be either a journalist or a lawyer, they dress the same so I can't tell.

They sit across from me, and the journalist or lawyer lady sets a recorder, a file, and a plastic bag on the table as the cop throws down another file.

"I want you to tell me what happened Ms. L/N. In full detail. Explain what happened to your friends, as well as why you survived." The journalist, I've confirmed, speaks in a demanding tone, but still so monotone, and pushes a lock of her jet-black hair behind her ears.

"You asked for it." I shrug and scoot closer to the table, careful to avoid my pile of vomit on the floor, and rest my arms on the cool metal surface, lacing my hands together.

"So, Matt Nick and Chris are- were YouTubers, and they had a cool video idea that they wanted to do. So, they we set a date, got everything packed, invited a few friends, me included, and we set off to the old Gordon family mansion in Los Angelas. Once we got there, we all split up into groups of two, seeing as there were six of us." I clear my throat and stammer over my words for a second before continuing.

"Uh- Me, Matt, Chris, and Nate went to the second floor to explore while Nick and Madi were on the first floor, looking around there. Nate and Chris went in one direction and Me and Matt went another. We-we, we stumbled upon a series of paintings of a family, looking almost dead, and that's when I-" I take a deep breath before trying to continue. Keyword, trying.

The journalist sighs and places one of her hands on top of mine, in sympathy.

"It's okay, take as much time as you need."

I take another deep breath and continue.

"I was walking when I kic-kicked Chris's body, unknowingly. I yelled for Matt, and I ran back to him to bring him to it. Once we got to his- his body, we both just broke- broke down and soon after I had found him, Nate appears out of nowhere, seemingly hiding. With a horrified face. Just, completely pale and his eyes wide open, like they were stuck like that. And he said he saw what had happened."

"Can you tell us that?" The cop asks, and I nod.

"Ye-yeah." I drag in a shaky breath and le it out slowly.

"Um- there was this- this thing, he said. And it was at least 8 feet tall, and you could see the bones through its gray skin. It had bone like wings, spikes coming from his spine and knuckles, and horns made of bone spiking through its head. He said it had no eyes, or they were just black, and large, spikey teeth. And it had long spikes for fingers, and that he saw as the- the thing poked Chris's- Chris's..." I let out a small sob at the recall of what Nate said, moments before his own untimely death.

"It poked out Chris's eyes with his long fingers and Chris barely got a chance to scream out." I finish and sob into my hand, which is now covering my eyes and shaking again.

"What happened after Nathan told you what happened?" The cop is writing in his little flip-notepad, scribbling things down, most likely the description of whatever it was that killed my friends.

"Uhm- We heard something that sounded like a crying scream and a siren, the next thing we knew, Nate was flying towards me and Matt, he landed on me, pinning my body down as he lays on his back on top of me. The thing he had described seconds before, was now standing over me, gashing at Nate, with screams and wails of agony coming from him. Then, it all went silent, when I opened my eyes, the thing was gone, and I scrambled to my feet, pushing Nate's body off of me, and that's when I see, he's missing his eyes and he's almost unrecognizable." I let out a muffled sob into my hand as I try to hold back the sobs, my throat forming a lump in it, making it hard to speak.

'Then what?" Despite the circumstances, the journalist has a very soft and comforting voice.

"Me- me and Matt ran back downstairs, looking for Nick and Madi. Thankfully, we found them, alive, and we said in a rush and rambled mess that we had to go, something was there, we're all going to die. Something along those lines, and they were like, or Nick was like 'slow down, what's going on?' and so we slowed down and told him what happened. And it was like speaking about that damn thing summoned it, because the next thing I know, it's standing behind Madi..." I blow out a shaky breath and close my eyes for a second, but open them quickly, seeing as the only thing I see when I close them is the horrifying images of my friends dying in front of me.

"And then she's being thrown across the room with 4 to 5 gashes on her chest and then the thing seems to teleport, and looms over her as she screams in pain, fear, and pure agony. Then it's silent again. And Madi's dead." I hang my head in my hands, more tears slipping down my cheeks.

"What happened next?" I sniffle and wipe my face, looking back at the cop and journalist in front of me. Both of their faces intrigued, and full of sadness and sympathy.

"Me, Matt, and Nick start running for our lives to the front door of the house, but we can hear and feel the thundering footsteps of the creature behind us. Making that wailing slash siren sound again. We made it out the door, but the thing catches Nick just as we do. I grab my pocketknife from my backpack, and I throw it at the thing, landing right in between its eyes. And bright, glowing blue blood starts oozing from its eyes, and where my knife is lodged in its skull. I remember the fear I had in that moment. Because that means, I'm about to lose another one of my friends. And Matt is about to watch his own brother die, right in front of him." I choke out a sob and shake my head slowly. Seeing it was enough, but having to tell someone about it? Makes everything so much worse.

"Then same thing with Nick as the others. Except the thing kept Nick standing while it- it- it killed him. And I watched as his body sagged to the floor, landing with a thud and a pool of blood instantly forming around it." I gag reflexively, but I hold it down.

"Me and Matt ran as fast as we could, but it wasn't enough. It was never supposed to go that far! I wasn't supposed to lose Matt! He was the one who was to survive!" I sob and yell out, pointing my finger in the air at no one specifically.

"We- we made it to the car and started to drive off, but the fucking thing crushed the back half of the car!"

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!Y/N POV!

"Matt! Come on! Drive! GO!"

"I'm driving Y/N!"

The car seems to shrink and then next thing I know, we're doing burnouts from not having the back half of his car anymore. I'm sobbing at this point.

"I don't want to die!"

"You're not going to Y/N... I promise."

"Wh-what?"

He smiles softly at me before he kisses the back of my hand and unbuckles my seatbelt.

"When I get out, I want you to run."

"No- no. I'm not leaving you Matt."

"What am I without Chris? Or Nick? Nate? Madi? It's better this way."

"But Matt..."

He shakes his head firmly and steps out of the car, cueing me to run.

I shrug off my backpack and run out of the passenger seat, booking it, but stopping and turning around to see Matt, and hearing his screams.

My hands fly over my mouth at the sight of Matt getting his eyes poked out. The creature dropping his body to the ground as though it were a doll.

The thing stalks back into the house, leaving me outside.

Once I know the thing is gone, I run to Matt's body and grab his hand, holding it to my face, sobbing.

"No. no, no, no, no, no." I shake my head repeatedly.

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"Why leave you alive?" The cop furrows his eyebrows as he looks up from his notepad.

"I don't know." I shake my head and sob, almost uncontrollably, but not loudly.

The journalist nods and takes my hands in hers.

"I know what you saw is deeply traumatic, but was there Anything else that happened? Anything that could help us with this?"

"Nothing else happened. I swear." I shake my head and control my sobs, tears still streaming down my face.

--

After a few more hours of waiting in this very uncomfortable chair, a cop, and what looks to be the chief, walk in and I immediately straighten my posture, out of respect.

"Miss L/N, correct?"

"Uh- yes sir."

"We're letting you go, but we will be checking up on you weekly. You're free to go. And stay safe out there."

I nod and stand up from the metal chair, walking over to the chief and shaking his hand.

"Will do."

-

After I've gone through the whole, discharge process, I'm walking out of the glass doors of the police station.

My phone starts ringing from my pocket, and I grab it out and answering it.

"Yeah?"

"Well done. You really know how to hold a story."

"Well, you know how to play dead." I smirk.

"And you did good playing the victim. Make it home safe. See you tonight Y/N."

"See you then Matt."

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hello can you do a pierre gasly x driver!reader where they’re friends and always flirting but pierre does something that accidentally makes reader jealous so he makes it up to her? thank you ❤️

pairing: pierre gasly x driver!reader

a/n: i love the jealousy trope sm i want it to happen to me irl……but then again not all men are pierre gasly

ps. i nicknamed her ace :) just because i thought it���d be nice to make her the new star of ferrari and im making her a duo with carlos!

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“She’s won twice from provisional pole in Formula 1 and is going to win from pole again! To start the season off with celebrations from Ferrari, Y/N Y/L/N wins the Bahrain Grand Prix!”

Zooming past the checkered flag, you screamed through the radio as your race engineer congratulated you, “We fucking did it! Oh my god!”

Your race engineer chuckled as she clapped through the radio, “Fantastic race, ace! Well done, you coped brilliantly today.”

“It’s unbelievable,” You exhaled deeply as you threw your fist up in the air, “This won’t be the last time.”

The crowd cheered and screamed as you pulled yourself out and stood on top of the car, waving your home flag as you basked in the victory once again.

Making your way up to the podium alongside Lewis and Carlos, you grinned as you held the trophy up, spotting a familiar pair of blue eyes looking up at you with a smile.

It didn’t take long enough as you immediately went down to run up to Pierre as he wrapped you in a big hug, “Great job, ace. You proved that you’re worthy of your seat in Ferrari.”

“It was a tough one honestly,” You mumbled against his neck as you sighed and hugged him tighter, “You started off the season with points too!”

He laughed as he grabbed his cap from his head and placed it on yours, “Enough about me, darling. Wanna walk to the holding for post race interviews?”

“Of course,” You smiled as you bowed down and offered your hand, “Shall we go, monsieur Gasly?”

Pierre bowed down and grabbed your hand, “Always, mademoiselle Y/L/N.”

Laughing as you walked alongside each other, Pierre’s hand never failed to find home around your waist, which caused drivers and fans to always tease you about a possible blooming relationship with the Alpha Tauri driver.

“You wanna go out for a snack after? I discovered this new food park nearby,” You nudged his shoulder, “Just to have a mini celebration.”

Pierre frowned as he pulled his arm away and sighed, “Oh. Uh, I’m going out with a friend. She’d probably get upset if I cancelled so suddenly.”

Friend. She. Maybe you should’ve not assumed that what you had with Pierre was going somewhere beyond friendship.

“I see,” You nodded slowly as you forced a smile and took his cap off your head and gave it back to him, “I’ll go ahead. Have fun with…uh, your friend.”

Pierre frowned as he couldn’t say anything return from how quickly you left to attend to your post race interviews. He didn’t miss the way you forcibly smiled at him, even the way you emphasized the word ‘friend’.

Post race interviews were dragging – maybe it was because of Pierre. You should’ve been happier, you snatched the season’s first win. But, why was this bothering you so much?

Did you like Pierre? No, you couldn’t. This was the guy that you jokingly flirted with. That was all it was to him. It’s on yourself for falling for those antics.

“Ay, ace,” Carlos nudged your shoulder gently as you two rode up the elevator in the hotel, “What’s been going on with you? You’ve been so…out of it since the post race interviews.”

You shook your head and ran a hand down your face, sighing in the process, “Nothing. I’m just tired.”

“You sure about that?” Carlos raised his eyebrow, “So that’s Gasly’s name now? Nothing?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Carlos,” You gritted through your teeth as you crossed you arms, “Who cares about him?”

Your Spanish teammate chuckled as he patted your shoulder and exited the elevator, “Sure, ace. Keep telling yourself that. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Scoffing, you called out as he entered his hotel room, “He sucks! All you boys are the same!”

“Who sucks?”

You stopped in front of your door as you held onto your keycard tightly, “What are you doing here?”

Pierre sighed as he put his hands inside his pocket, “Uh…I just wanted to check up on you.”

“I’m fine, there’s nothing to worry about,” You mumbled as you opened your hotel room, “It’s late now. You’re going to be late for your plans.”

“Ace, hold on,” Pierre grabbed your hand quickly, turning you around to face him, “Be honest with me. Did I do something to upset you?”

“I said, nothing,” You pulled your hand away from him and frowned, “I’m tired, Pierre. I want to go to sleep.”

Taking a deep breath, Pierre looked in your eyes, “I…cancelled my plans with her.”

“So? What do you want me to do about it?”

“I know that’s the reason why you’re upset,” He replied as he grabbed your hand once again, “She’s just a friend. Nothing more than that.”

You frowned as you looked at him, glancing at his hand holding yours, “Why does this concern me?”

“Because you’re not a friend to me,” He mumbled as he cleared his throat, “You’re more than that. I should’ve realized that sooner, ace.”

“Pierre…”

“I promise, I’m not lying,” He squeezed your hand as he gave you a small smile, “I want…I want to see where this goes.”

“You sure about it?” You looked up at him, voice feeling smaller than usual, “I don’t want to jump in something if you’re not all in.”

“I’m all in, ace,” He looked down at you, gently caressing your face, “Let me make it up to you. Day by day. I’ll prove myself.”

Huffing, you frowned as you rolled your eyes and hugged him tightly, “You better. I’ll make sure you’ll have a DNF next to your name in the next races of the season if you’re fooling around.”

Pierre chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you, kissing the top of your head, “You still wanna go to that food park now?”

You tried to fight back a small smile as you looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest, “Your treat?”

“Anything for you, ace.”

bonus scene!

“Ay, what’s taking her so long…” Carlos mumbled as he knocked louder on your hotel room, “Y/N! We’re about to leave now!”

As the door swung open, Carlos couldn’t believe who he saw in front of his eyes, having to blink a few times before he was certain.

“Huh? This isn’t your room?” Carlos raised his eyebrow as he paused for a moment and grinned, “I knew it.”

“She’s…uh almost ready,” Pierre smiled sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck, “Sorry she woke up late. I took her out to the food park last night.”

“Sure, Pierre,” The Spaniard smirked as he patted his shoulder, “Just be sure to take good care of her. She’s like a little sister.”

Panting, you pulled your suitcase out of the room as you looked at the two drivers out in the hallway, “I’m ready?”

“Time to go, Gasly’s!” Carlos clapped as he grinned and ruffled up your hair, “Wait until Charles hears about this.”

“Damn it, Carlos! Come back here, don’t tell him yet!”

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Past Tense » Will Ospreay ⁰¹

plot: reader is kenny omegas adopted sister and one of the best professional wrestlers in the world just like him, and has a past with an enemy of his, will ospreay. she gets pulled into their fued, which only motivates kenny even more to return to japan

trope: ex lovers to enemies to lovers

pairings: adopted sister reader! of kenny omega x will ospreay / reader x platonic sibling! kenny omega

warnings: honestly just angst and foul language a/n: i rlly wanted to add a sibling reader to their fued bc i loved it sm 😔 her in ring last name won't be omega, it's just gonna be kingley bc i like that last name as a wrestler one sksjks 🤭 this will have two - three parts! ITALICS ARE JAPANESE!!

"It's not a big deal. It's not my first dynamite appearance," Y/N shrugged. The young bucks were obviously making it a huge deal what Y/N flew out from Japan to make a Dynamite appearance. "But, you never technically wrestled on Dynamite before and you're kicking off the show," Matt said, personally very excited to see the crowd's reaction to Y/N.

"I've been on dynamite multiple times to set up paper view matches, so it really isn't a big deal," Y/N said, pulling on her wrestling boots. "Exactly! But you never wrestled on dynamite and the media doesn't know you're here, so it's an even bigger deal," Nick added in Matt's defense. "Whatever you say boys," she chuckled.

Kenny glanced up seeing the Bucks looking at him with raised brows. "What?" He mouthed to them. "Did you tell her?" They whispered, but she heard them. "Tell me what?" Y/N asked, looking at Kenny.

Kenny pursed his lips, wishing he wasn't put in this position. "Uhh, well, I forgot to mention that Ospreay is supposed to be here tonight."

Y/N smile dropped hearing the name, she sighed and ran a hand over her mouth. "You know what? No, I'm gonna let that piece of shit ruin my day. I'm supposed to have a good match and spend some time with my brother. He's not ruining that." Y/N laced up her boots, not seeing the genuinely surprised expressions on the boys faces.

"Cool, yeah couldn't agree more." Kenny said, shooting expecting looks to the Bucks. "Yeah, agreed," the both said simultaneously.

"Fantastic. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go catch up with my friend." Y/N hugged Kenny before heading out the door.

Y/N walked down the halls, a sleeveless Kenny Omega hoodie on with the hood over her head. She looked down at her phone seeing the text Jamie sent her, telling her which locker room she was in. Not paying attention, she bumped into someone. "Shit, sorry. I should've payed attention," Y/N apologized before moving past the guy, she didn't bother look at.

"Y/N?" Anddd...she froze. "Why does the world hate me?" She muttered to herself in exasperation. Slowly, she turned around, unfortunately looking into Will's eyes. "They said you weren't gonna be here," he said, genuinely surprised at her presence. He had specifically made it clear he wouldn't show up if Y/N was gonna be in the arena. It sounded childish yeah but the last thing he needed to deal with was the teasing from his friends about her.

"Well it last minute, didn't know you were gonna be here either 'til a few minutes ago." Y/N turned her attention away from him and onto the two men beside him. She used to be pretty close with Kyle Fletcher. Now, they didn't talk as much. "Kyle, Mark, hi boys," she smiled politely at them. Kyle and Mark both greeted her back with a smile.

"Alright well, you both have a good night. Bye." She didn't even give Will an ounce of acknowledgement before leaving.

Kyle couldn't help but snicker, looking to an incredulous Will. "Oh, she absolutely hates you man. I thought you two talked it out already," he said, recalling when Will had said he was heading to Y/N's locker room at NJPW Strong. "I tried to but as per usual, she was being stubborn," Will replied as he began to continue walking. "Technically, she has every reason to be stubborn," Mark added in Y/N's defense.

"Can we not talk about my ex, please? Thanks."

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Y/N did a few push-ups, waiting for them to hit her music. Kenny, the Young Bucks and Brandon all stood near her, prepared to walk out with her. They originally weren't but the Bucks wanted to film her match for BTE. She stood up just as they played her music which was "Be Quiet and Drive" by Deftones. The crowd stood up abruptly, recognizing the champions music and they were loud. "Holy shit they're loud," Matt followed the woman up the stairs.

Y/N walked through the tunnel, a grin slapped across her face as looked around at the crowd. "Introducing the World of Stardom Champion, Y/N Kingley!" Y/N pulled up her hoodie to show her two championships. One of them was obviously the World of Stardom Championship. The second one was the SWA World Championship.

Y/N pulled both titles off and raised them as her pyro hit. She handed them to Kenny as she made her way down the ramp, the boys following close behind her. Kenny held them on his shoulders, pretending to be her, he did her signature pose. Y/N stepped into the ring, taking a mic from the official.

Her music shut off and she gestured the audience to quiet down, in which they did. "Weren't expecting me, were you?" She spoke, the crowd cheering, missing the woman on AEW television. "Man, it's been a minute since I've been here. You all have Kenny Omega to thank for that. He's very convincing." Y/N chuckled when they started a "THANK YOU KENNY" chant.

"But, I won't lie to you all, I definitely wouldn't have showed up if I knew Will Ospreay was going to be here." The fans all shared a laugh at her dig at the United Empire leader. "He's probably throwin' a little tantrum backstage about this as we speak. Don't worry, William, they'll forget about this all in a day," she winked at the hard cam, tuning out the loud cheers and laughs from the AEW audience.

Y/N ran a hand down her hair, waiting for the crowd to quiet down some more. "Now, I was originally supposed to do an open challenge for my World of Stardom Championship at All Out. But, unfortunately I won't be able to make it. So, I figured, since I flew out here, I might as well do an open challenge anyways," Y/N announced.

Before she could even get out another full word, she was interrupted by the music of the Jericho Appreciation Society's Anna Jay. Y/N boredly turned to see Anna Jay (A.S.) walk out with Tay Melo and Sammy Guevara. "Shut her music off," Y/N ordered and they did as told.

They all backed up as the three entered the ring. "This is all AEW has to offer? Honestly, I really hoping for Jamie Hayter or maybe even Toni Storm. But, I guess you'll do. This should be quick work boys, so you can wait." Y/N smiled but it quickly fell when Anna snatched the microphone from her hands. "I know you're used to getting whatever you want, but that's not gonna work as long as the Jericho Appreciation Society's around. And when I beat you, and take your championship, not only will J.A.S. run AEW, but I'm gonna make you bow down to me when we takeover Stardom," the blonde said.

Y/N smiled, not at all fazed by her, she leaned forward so her mouth was next to the mic Anna held, "I'm don't bow down to nobody."

"Guess I'll have to make you then," Anna smirked. She immediately shoved Y/N down and before anyone could react, she slapped Kenny across the face. His head turned from the impact and he went to take a step forward but Sammy Guevara got in front of Anna. Matt and Nick helped up Y/N and she shoved Sammy to the side, immediately tackling Anna as the crowd erupted into loud cheers.

That started it.

Kenny lunged at Sammy, hitting him a few times so he dropped to his knees. Tay Melo dragged Anna out of the ring to safety. Y/N stood up and she, Kenny and the Bucks all delivered a super kick on Sammy Guevara. Before they could do anything else, Tay and Anna both dragged him out. Y/N picked up the mic, her adrenaline already on, "No, no, no, you don't get to just come out here, interrupt me and attack my brother without any consequences. Get your ass back in the ring before I drag you in!"

The crowd cheered as Y/N pulled off her hoodie and tossed it to Kenny who had picked up her two belts that he dropped when he attacked Sammy. Anna waited for the Elite to exit the ring before she hesitantly stepped inside. "Ring the fuckin' bell," Y/N tossed the mic outside. The minute the bell rang, they went at each other with full force.

It was about fifteen minutes into the match, they were nearing the end, already gotten so many chants during the match. Y/N and Anna were both on their stomachs, trying to muster up any remaining strength to get up after Y/N already performed the 'You can't escape'. They seemed to have pretty good chemistry for having never faced each other before.

Y/N got up and pulled up Anna, hitting her with a V-Trigger. She lifted Anna above her shoulders, even though she was near the ropes she still successfully performed the One-Winged-Angel. "A tribute to her brother Kenny Omega with the One-Winged-Angel! She's got to win!"

Just as she was about to pin Anna for the win, Sammy Guevara put her foot on the rope, forcing the ref to break the pin. "And Sammy with the save for Anna! That little punk! Kingley had the win right there."

Y/N huffed and slid out of the ring, she shoved Sammy harshly as he held his hands up in surrender. "Looks like Y/N isn't too happy with Sammy's interference in her match." Sammy backed up, "Woah, woah woah! Calm down!" Kenny grabbed his arm and turned him around, straight into two superkicks courtesy of the Bucks. Meanwhile, Cutler chuckled as he continued filming.

Y/N gave a warning look to Tay before sliding back into the ring. Anna quickly tried to roll up Y/N but she kicked out, standing up and hitting Anna with a superkick. Tay Melo jumped up onto the ring apron when Y/N jumped to the top rope for her finisher, causing Y/N to fall off on her back. Anna quickly rolled Y/N up and Tay put Anna's feet on the bottom rope for more force. Though Kenny quickly ran over to push her feet off, saving Y/N from losing. "And Omega with the save for his sister!"

Tay gaped in shock and grabbed Kenny's arm with both hands, turning him around forcefully. She raised her hand to slap him but, unfortunately for her she was forced back around but Ruby Soho, who she was currently fueding with. "It's Ruby Soho! Shes beatin' the crap outta Tay Melo!" Ruby delivered her finisher 'Destination Unknown', and when Sammy went to help his wife, Ortiz ran down the ramp and chased him into the crowd. If anyone was keeping up with their fued, they would know, Ruby Soho and Ortiz were set to Tay and Sammy for the AAA Mixed Tag Team Championships at All Out.

All while this was going on, Y/N had hit Anna with a superkick. She jumped onto the top rope and did the usual backflip into a DDT just as Anna stood up to take it. "And Kingley with a Royal Deathdrop!" One...two...three! She won, and retained her belts. "Y/N Kingley retains!"

"And still, your World of Stardom Champion, Y/N Kingley!"

Kenny stepped in the ring and handed her the Stardom belt but still held onto the SWA belt. Y/N chuckled as the Bucks lifted her onto their shoulders, she raised the belt, representing Stardom proudly.

Kyle Fletcher glanced at his friend, Will's eyes focused intently on the television in front of them. He hadn't taken his eyes off the TV the minute Y/N walked out, looking as beautiful as ever. He was a little upset at her diss towards him but figured she had probably just dissed him because of his current fued with Kenny. At least that's what he was trying to tell himself.

"Dude, you gotta stop actin' so desperate. You're never gonna get her back with that attitude," Kyle said, patting Will's shoulder.

Will sighed, "I'm not acting desperate bruv. I am desperate. I want her back."

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"Ow. Careful," Y/N winced as Kenny unwrapped the plastic that kept the ice attached to her shoulder. "You know, I'm probably the last person to tell you this, but you really gotta take it easy. You shouldn't be wrestling and traveling this much. You need a break," Kenny said. Y/N wished she could roll her eyes but what he said was true. She was overworking herself more than needed. She had just wrestled before her flight to AEW and that was just even more unnecessary pain on her body.

"I'll keep that in mind," Y/N mumbled in reply. Kenny sat down next to her, both of them watching the current main event going on. It was Aussie Open & Will Ospreay of United Empire vs PAC & The Lucha Brothers of the Death Triangle to advance in the AEW Trios tournament. Whoever won this match would be facing The Elite next week on Dynamite. "Aussie Open's lookin pretty good. They've improved," Kenny commented.

"Speaking of, why didn't you tell me he was gonna be here tonight?" Y/N questioned after a few moments of silence. "I thought you weren't mad," Kenny glanced at his sister and back to the TV. "Oh I'm not. I'm just wondering why you would keep that from me. Of course, assuming TK came to you first about it." Y/N looked back at the TV, waiting for Kenny's response.

"Come on, Y/N, we both know if I told you he was gonna be here, you wouldn't have shown up. And I didn't want you to look bad if you had backed out on your promise," he explained and she smiled slightly. Kenny always went out of his way to protect Y/N and her image. He was in the business a few years earlier than her but made it seem like it was a decade. Even if she didn't want any help, he always provided it anyways. She was grateful for him and his help anyways.

"You know, you don't always need to worry about me. I can handle myself. I know what I'm doin'," she assured. Kenny raised a brow, "I'm your brother. I'm always gonna worry about you whether you need it or not. Besides, you really gotta just forget about this guy. Just pretend like he doesn't exist," Kenny advised.

"I'll take that to mind." Y/N and Kenny both turned their heads back to the monitor just as Will Ospreay jumped to the top rope and performed Y/N's finisher move on PAC. Will grinned and instead of attempting a pin on his opponent, he stood up and did Y/N's taunt. The crowd cheered in response, leaving Y/N's mouth agape. "That fuckin' prick," she muttered.

"I mean, technically you took a dig at him first," Kenny mumbled, Y/N glaring at him in reply.

About ten minutes later they were all gathered near the entrance way, ready to walk out after United Empire gained the win, advancing in the tournament. Kenny's music hit and he walked out, getting a huge pop from the crowd as per usual. Y/N followed behind him, her titles still strapped about her waist but she had changed into a long tight black dress with two slits near the legs and heels for dinner after the show.

Y/N rolled her eyes watching Will gesturing for them to come in the ring. Kenny walked down the ramp, neither the Bucks or Y/N attempting to stop him but Don Callis did. His first attempt, Kenny just shrugged him off, but as he got closer Don had to grab Kenny's waist to pull him back as a ref put his hands out as well. Meanwhile, Will just taunted Kenny, daring him to step in the ring.

Y/N then grabbed Kenny's shoulder and pulled him back with a small laugh. They backed up on the ramp and Y/N looked at the camera man who signaled to her that the show was now off air. "We're off air now," she told Kenny and he nodded, gesturing for someone to hand him a mic. "Now that we're off the air, I wanna thank everyone for coming down tonight," Kenny spoke into the mic.

"And please, give our friends and my lovely sister from New Japan, a wonderful AEW welcome." Y/N smiled and put an arm around her brother as Aussie Open raised their arms, getting more cheers and appreciation from the AEW crowd.

"Now I'm gonna do something very special that perhaps I shouldn't. Don't make me regret it, and because you guys are the guests and you guys won the main event, give these people a piece of your minds. Tell these people how you feel. Thank these people for giving us their time tonight. Now that you guys are in the big leagues, thats just one of your daily duties. Think you can handle the responsibility, Will? Hopefully you can handle it a little better than uh, filling my shoes in New Japan," Kenny walked down the ramp with Y/N and set the mic on the ring apron.

Kenny headed back up the ramp, Y/N tried to stay there, staring down Will until Kenny took her hand and gently pulled her back on the ramp with him. Will leaned down and picked up the microphone, his eyes on Y/N's before turning around.

"Mate, I didn't know the cleaner was a puss." The crowd cheered as Y/N and Kenny rolled their eyes, knowing he was gonna say some shit like that. "Bruv, filling your shoes? The way I see things, is the short time I've been in New Japan, I've done everything you've done and more you fragile little bitch." Y/N glanced at her brother who didn't seem to be affected by Will's little insults. Sure, she had worse things said to her in rivalries but those weren't even against actual people who disliked her. If it was Will who said those things to her, she would've jumped him already.

"Mate, Kenny Omega was wearing a damn t-shirt when he came back. What's the matter bruv? Hidin' that little belly of yours? Are the abs gone brother? Is that what it is? Your little sister there came back from a broken neck and even she didn't look half a bad," Will said, the crowd getting louder when he mentioned Y/N. This didn't sit well with neither sibling but it wasn't the first time she was thrown into their arguments.

"Look at you bruv, covered in tape. I just did a G1, went to the final, another five stars bruv," the blonde brit gloated, getting another eye roll from Y/N. Please, five stars was nothing for her nor Kenny. Every match she had was five star material but she wasn't out here gloating about it like a cocky prick. "Bruv, bruv, while I've been working," as he spoke, Don couldn't stop Kenny from heading down the ramp again, Y/N following her brother incase one of them decided to swing. Knowing Will, he could get pissed easy.

"While I've been working, you've been sitting down and getting the Young Bucks to wipe your ass for you brother." Kenny had to crack a laugh, sarcastic or not, what he said was kinda funny. "Face it, face it, you've guys have built a wonderful empire here but it wouldn't be as good because you're inviting me to come over here mate. Money where your mouth is. Next week, United Empire versus The Elite." Y/N leaned forward on the apron and Will leaned down, looking into her eyes, he dropped the mic into her hand and backed up.

Y/N backed up and handed the mic to Kenny. "Hey uh Will, since we're gonna play a little bit of hardball, and since there's absolutely no way anyone's gonna see or hear any of this. You wanna talk about doing everything that I've done except doing more of it and sooner. Well, that could be true except the only difference is, I did it in front of full sold out crowd's and you did G1 Final in front of what, three thousand people?"

"After the hardships that I face to give people like you an opportunity Will, you would think that maybe, you'd be able to do a little more with it." Kenny said, looking directly at Will who was sitting criss cross in the ring, leaning forward on the bottom rope. Will just laughed, "And one man's opinion, doesn't really mean much to me, Will, because none of these people know any of your matches, none of these people even know you." Will moved under the rope so he was now on the ring apron, seemingly pressed by Kenny's comments.

"And you wanna bring up my sister all the time but she doesn't even show up here more than twice a year and she got the biggest pop of the entire night. I didn't even have to introduce her." Y/N smirked at Kenny's defense of her and the crowd cheered.

"I introduce them to you," Y/N and the Bucks pulled Kenny back to prevent any fighting between the two men, "yeah, a lot like I introduced you to the Heavyweight scene in New Japan. I never got one thank you from you, Will, not even one, and here you are talking a whole lot of shit in front of all these people." Kenny laughed, backing up as Will hopped down from the apron, seemingly mad and Kyle and Mark had to hold him back.

Kenny continued, "thinking you're a real tough guy, huh, because you wrestled five matches in five days on a couple of indies and a couple of lower card New Japan guys, and yeah you lost to Okada, big deal, I've lost to Okada too, but I've also beaten Okada in the biggest stage of them all, something you can never do Will. And guess what, that match that I'm talking about Will, that's the one everyone calls the best one of all time. Something that nobody says about your matches. In fact, no one can even remember your matches, Will."

Kenny backed up with an evil like laugh when Will tried to move at him but Kyle and Mark held him back again, more seriously. "Look at this child," Kenny mocked, putting a hand on his sister's shoulder. "You see, Will. I gave you the impossible task of filling my shoes, but maybe I shouldn't have given you a pair of shoes when you still haven't grown out of your diapers," Kenny stated and the audience laughed.

"But hey, Will, I appreciate I appreciate you man, no heat, zero," Y/N chuckled, not sure what else Kenny could've done to troll Will even more. Kenny set the mic down and his music played but then he walked back to the mic and picked it up, "No, I'm not gonna forget it a second time. I am not gonna forget it a second time," Kenny headed up the ramp, pointing at Nick, "you were supposed to remind me."

Y/N snickered and turned around, looking back at the crowd from the top of the ramp, "I am sorry everyone, since Will doesn't have one of these, I gotta do it myself. I must bid each and everyone of you adieu, so until next time, and next time it's gonna be next week and boy it's gonna be a busy week because not only are we going to win the semis but we're taking this whole thing home mother father. Goodbye Little Willy and Aussie Open, muah!... and good night....bang!"

Kenny set down the mic and put his arm around Y/N, having her take off her main title belt, he raised her arm and pointed to her. Making sure the crowd showed their appreciation for her special appearance as the next one wouldn't happen for a while.

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A breathless Y/N leaned on the bottom rope, her body then being dragged across the ring so Mayu Iwatani could ascend to the tope turnbuckle. Her body practically moved on autopilot as her knees came up last minute when Mayu performed a moonsault. Y/N quickly ran against the ropes for leverage and jumped to the top rope, backflipping into a DDT to Mayu. Performing her finisher, which was called the Royal Deathdrop.

She crawled over Mayu's body for the cover. One...two...three! She won. She was the first ever IWGP Women's Champion.

"And first ever, IWGP Women's Champion, Y/N Kingley!"

Y/N used the ropes to stand, still dizzy from the performance. Everyone was on their feet clapping for her. The referee presented her the championship in which she politely bowed, thanking him in Japanese and raising the belt. The ring filled with confetti and she couldn't help but wanna cry. They helped clip the belt around her waist before handing her a mic so she could speak to the audience in attendance and everyone watching from their homes, more specifically her brother Kenny who she knew was watching.

"I honestly have no words. I can't begin to describe how much this means to me. But, thank you, so so much. I wouldn't be here without any of you, or my wonderful fans all over the world. More specifically would I like to thank my brother Kenny. He's the reason I'm still here and wrestling. I love you so much. Goodbye, and goodnight. Thank you." Y/N set the mic on the mat and stepped out of the ring.

Azumi helped her walk to the back as she could barely hold herself up. Mayu was one of the few women wrestlers who could take every bit of strength out of her when they wrestled. Mariah May also jogged over to help Y/N over to her locker room. "Thanks girls," Y/N sat down on the couch, giving the two women a smile.

"Of course, I'm gonna go get you some ice," Mariah said, "Oh you don't-", she quickly left the room to fetch her fellow friend some ice, ignoring Y/N's polite protest. Azumi congratulated Y/N on her accomplishment before leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

Just as she closed her eyes, she could hear her phone begin to ring. She groaned tiredly, not in the mood to get up and grab it out of her duffle bag. Luckily, she got a knock on the door and assumed it must've been Mariah already back with the ice. "You can just come in, Mariah!" Y/N said, partially confused.

"Uhh, not Mariah," a male voice spoke. Yeah, Y/N knew that voice from anywhere. Will fucking Ospreay walked into her locker room. Y/N blankly stared at him, "What the hell do you want, Ospreay?"

"Suddenly forgot my first name?" Will retorted.

"Get the fuck out, William," Y/N pulled herself to her feet and walked around the small couch. She reached down to grab her phone and seen the various messages from Kenny and Jamie.

"Oh, I see you remember it after all," He said. Will backed up, putting his hands up in surrender seeing the glare from his ex girlfriend. "Relax, no need to be so hostile. Just came to wish you a congratulations. I know you've always wanted to bring more women's titles to the picture," he said, and for some reason he was being very genuine. She didn't like it.

Y/N sat back down on the couch, "Okay, thanks. Goodbye now."

Mariah walked up, raising her brows at Will's presence, she sat down next to Y/N. "Should I come back later?" She asked.

Y/N looked at Will, "No it's okay, he was just leaving." Will pursed his lips, shaking his head in frustration as he walked out of the room, not able to say what he really wanted to.

"I appreciate the help, but you should go be with your friends," Y/N said after Mariah helped Y/N kick her feet up on the table. "Are you sure?" Y/N nodded, urging Mariah to go on and celebrate with her friends. "Okay, but just call me if you need any help at all." Mariah carefully hugging the older girl before heading out.

Y/N took the time to give Kenny a facetime call, she smiled as Kenny's face popped up on the screen. "Hii, I miss you like so much. I feel so lonely here. I wish you could be here," Y/N said with a sad smile.

"I know, I wish I could be there too. I'm so so proud of you. I watched the match and you did phenomenal as usual," Kenny complimented, glancing up at the TV, he seen his pre-filmed video play at the PPV, announcing his return to Japan to fight Will Ospreay for his IWGP United States Heavyweight Championship at WrestleKingdom 17.

"Thank you, Ty. And I literally cannot wait to see for WrestleKingdom. I'm so excited and anxious." Y/N said, holding ice to her ribs. "I was also gonna ask if I could stay with you. I really don't feel like staying in a tiny hotel room," he replied, putting his eyes back onto the computer where as per usual was Will Ospreay talking his shit about Kenny leaving and him staying.

"Oh yeah of course, you always have a room at my place. Can I call you back tomorrow? I got to do a promo and take a shower, then head home. It's been a long day." Y/N rubbed her eyes, most of her makeup was sweated off so she did ruin it much. "Sure. I've gotta go to sleep anyways cause it's really late over here," he said in agreement.

"Okay, goodnight." They said their goodbyes before Y/N hung up and sighed tiredly.

As she went to move the ice to her chest, where Mayu viciously chopped, her door was pushed open, and an angry Will Ospreay stormed in with Kyle Fletcher attempting to stop him. "You know this is private locker room. You can't just storm in when you feel like it Ospreay." Y/N tossed her phone on the table, raising her brows at the blonde man.

"Oh don't give me that bullshit, Y/N. Who was that on the phone, huh? You're cunt of a brother?" Will said angrily, shrugging Kyle's hand off his shoulder.

"Watch your fucking mouth." Y/N moved the ice off and stood up, walking around the table. "You have some fucking nerve coming into my room and talking bad on my brother." She glanced back at Kyle who awkwardly stood there, "love you, Kyle but can you just give us a minute please?" She requested.

"You sure?" He double checked, knowing how the two could be when they were angry. "Yeah, I'm sure. This won't take long." Y/N didn't take her eyes off of Will as Kyle exit the room, shutting the door as it automatically locked. Y/N didn't have to take a guess to know Will had gotten a key to her room, which was how he got in.

"How long have you known about your brother returning to New Japan, huh? Was that the plan all along or was it because I offended the little cunt at his own promotion? Or- or was it just because I attacked his little friend?" Will said, referring to when he attacked Kota Ibushi just before Kenny left Japan.

"See I don't think you just heard what I said. Watch what the fuck you say about my brother in front of me. Come on, we both know if you offended him, he would've already dealt with you. And it's not about your championship either. It's about you strolling around here calling yourself the greatest wrestler to live, shitting on his legacy. And yeah, maybe he wants to get a little revenge for Ibushi. So he's gonna do that on the grandest stage Japan has to offer."

"Now I know it may be a little hard for you, but you need to get that through your thick ass skull, Ospreay." Y/N spat, going to turn around but he grabbed her wrist and turned her back to him. "Fine, okay, I get it. Hell I probably deserve it, too. But maybe I'm just using that as an excuse to talk to you," he said just as Y/N pulled her wrist from his grip with a glare.

"Talk to me? What do you possibly wanna talk about? The fact that you cheated on me? You being a shitty fucking boyfriend? You embarrassing me in front of everyone?!" She snapped, tired of his nonsense and shitty excuses for his behavior.

"Oh so all the blame is all on me?! I know I'm not perfect but let's not pretend you aren't so perfect yourself princess!" He argued back in his own defense.

"I never once claimed I was perfect, I certainly don't act like it. I have my flaws but I never, and I mean never cheated on you! I wouldn't even think of doing such a thing!" She shot back incredulously. Surprised that he was trying to turn this on her.

"How many times do I have to say, I'm sorry! It was a mistake that I couldn't regret more," he explained. Y/N scoffed, "If you regret it so much you wouldn't have made her your fucking girlfriend the minute we broke up, let alone rub it in my face, you fucking cunt!" She shoved him back, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall. He didn't deserve her tears. She wasn't gonna let herself be weak in front of him.

"Oh, so I'm the cunt now? Where were you when I was going through the worst depression of my life? Why do you think I cheated on you, huh? You weren't there and I needed someone. But, Bea was," he couldn't help but immediately start to regret saying his ex's name. Hearing her name always set Y/N off. She absolutely hated Bea. They used to best friends until Bea slept with Will and the truth unfolded.

"Newsflash, Will. I can't give every second of my time to you! Cause whilst you were balls deep in my best friend, I was busy dealing with the fact that my birth mum showed up on my brother's fucking front door. You wanna talk about me not showing up for you one time when you haven't showed up for me countless times. I ignored every single warning I got from my family because I loved you and genuinely believed that you loved me too."

Will sighed, wanting to argue but she was right. He wasn't always there for her when she needed him. Another reason Kenny didn't like him. He had to be there for Y/N when Will wasn't. "I didn't know, I'm sorry."

"Of course you didn't know. You never bothered to ask. It's been three years and I'm done with letting you have so much control over me. Please, just forget I ever existed." Y/N stated tiredly, scratching the back of her neck.

Will shook his head, "I can't do that, Y/N. I can't just forget about us. I won't." Y/N rolled her eyes, "Then I'll do it for you."

She turned around and went to pick up her phone but his next words stopped her. "You can't honestly look me in the eyes and tell me you don't at least miss what we used to be," he said, his eyes told a different story though. He just needed to desperately know if he was the only one who feeling what he was feeling. The exact feelings he had when he first fell in love with her.

"Used to, Will," Y/N turned around, lifting her hand to place on his cheek, "Used to, as in past tense. I don't miss us. I don't miss what we used to be...because it wasn't healthy. We aren't together in the endgame, Will. That's the truth you need to learn to accept. Our love no longer lies. I'm sorry." Her statement was genuine and it felt so real. He wanted to believe she was lying but one thing Y/N didn't do was lie, especially about something like this.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to work. I don't want you in here when I return." She wanted to feel bad seeing a tear roll down his cheek. But she couldn't. She needed to let go.

Only he wasn't gonna let her. Not yet at least.

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High school sweethearts!!!

Summary: When he thinks that the day can't get any more boring, you are here to cheer him up! (and make his heart flutter)

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He stares out of the window, milliseconds away from falling asleep. But, it seems like fate is not on his side today as something hits him. He opens his eyes in confusion, and there it comes again; a tiny rock. Before he has time to think how it even got to the third floor, right into the open window, let alone right where he was, a third, but also bigger pebble lands straight in his hands. It is covered. He looks around. Nobody is paying attention to him and the teacher has their back turned. He carefully opens the paper. 'Care to have lunch with me? I've cooked something for ya :D' He smiles at your handwriting. A simple sms would've been enough. With a dreamy sigh does he look at the back of his classmate infront of him, already zoning out to think of what you could've made this time. He has fallen in love with your cooking and you. And it is only a matter of time before the last period ends.

Nagi, Reo, Isagi, Bachira, Aryu, Shidou, Barou, Oliver, Denki, Sero, Kirishima, Shoto, Denji, Aki, Itadori, Gojo, Megumi, Shikamaru, Naruto, Choji, Beel, Mammon, Levi, Shima, Mikey, Nahoya, Chifuyu, Baji, Takemichi, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Muichiro, Murata, Hinata, Kageyama, Kenma

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It's PE and for once, he doesn't want to do anything, just rest. As he jogs in a relaxed pace, he catches sight of you playing basketball with your female classmates. And unconsciously do your eyes lock and you smile. He blushes and speeds up, not wanting his crush to think that he was not giving it his all. And while he is running away from you, but craning his head in your direction from time to time if you're maybe looking at him again, he can't help but think about how sweet your ponytail looked on you, or how your ckeeks were adorably red from all the running and jumping you did. He frowns, trying to get your pretty smile out of his head. If only it were that easy, with the way you're holding him in a chokehold around your pinky finger, he can't help but sigh frustratedly with a heavy blush and furrowed brows.

Beel, Rin, Sae, Kunigami, Barou, Kirishima, Iida, Bakugo, Izuku, Megumi, Toge, Yuuta, Rin Okumura, Shima, Ryuji, Draken, baji, Hakkai, Kakucho, Tengen, Inosuke, Tanjiro, Akashi, Lev, Bokuto

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He can't concentrate on his homework, not when he's in a library, surrounded by his friends who are cracking jokes left and right. And even though he tries to act mature, he can't help but laugh as well. Then, he hears something sweet. You. "Hey guys, didn't mean to bother you, but I have help with this chemistry excercise. Can someone explain it to me?" And never in his live did he pack his things that fast and was also next to you in an instant. "L-let me help you. I needed a reason to get away from these idiots anyway.", he explains, and tries not to aknowledge his friends doing a pantomime of kissing, hugging and moaning as he is leading you as far away from them as possible.

Bakugo, Barou, Rin, Megumi, Lucifer, Shikamaru, Sasuke, Suguro, Draken, Mitsuya, Angry, Giyuu, Gyuutaro, Tsukishima, Kuroo,

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He is very bored, he could fall asleep. How long is this going to take?! Why didn't he come to the cafeteria sooner?! He knew that he could've come a little sooner because today it would be the day where there would be his favourite snack on the menu. What he didn't know was that it was also everyone elses favourite. And as he is standing on the line, he catches sight of you retreating with one of the limited goods. "Say, uh, are there any more left?", he asks you. You smile and give him yours. His eyes widen as you place the dish on his plate. "This was the last one." "W-wait, but didn't you want to eat this??" You shook your head and took his sushi. "I know how much you love that snack. I took it for you. And in return, I can have your sushi, so it's a win-win, don't'cha think?" He nods with rosy cheeks and thanks you, going to the table his friends sat at. They were watchign him with shit-eating grins. "L-leave me alone...!", he yells, but they only laugh at him. Meanwhile, he gazes at the snack on his plate lovingly. He had to marry you as soon as posible, that was for sure.

Mikey, Angry, Takuya, Akkun, Beel, Levi, Mammon, Saiki, Itadori, Megumi, Toji, Isagi, Chigiri, Rin, Reo, Inosuke, zenitsu, tanjiro, Bokuto, Kenma, Hinata, basically all of the haikyuu cast...<3

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Hey guys, how are you? I just wanted to write something else for once. I hope you guys liked it.

Read you in the next post!