#33 levels of disgusting to me

[achilles-rage]

Bad Thing Turned Good

summary: you hate your friend’s brother, buck. you think he’s smug, and egotistical, and too attractive for his own good. the tension snaps, however, when you find yourself at a bar with him and maddie.

word count: 2.8k

a/n: thank you to @bookishbuddie for requesting buck and hate fucking!! this got away from me, and is definitely longer a short little drabble, so i thought i’d post it as a full length fic instead!! this idea stems from this post, and i think the fic will make more sense if you read this, since i couldn’t find the words to explain it again during the fic lol. anyway, enjoy<33

warnings: smut, reader is sort of a bitch lol, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI - 18+ only!

“I wasn’t aware you were gonna be here,” you mutter as you walk into the bar to meet Maddie, coming face to face with Buck as he turns to face you. Your lips are downturned into a frown, and your face scrunches in disgust when he gives you his usual smug smirk.

“Come on, you say that like it’s a bad thing,” he teases, holding his arms out as his eyes travel down your body. He’s not sure why you hate him so much; he’s never done anything to you, but that doesn’t stop him from still trying; desperate to finally make a smile grace your pretty face.

“Oh, it is. If I knew, I wouldn’t have shown up,” you huff as you swat one of his arms out of the way, walking around him and towards the bar.

You’ve been friends with Maddie for a few months; ever since you started working at dispatch, and while you quickly became friends with everyone that works with her husband, Buck just irks you in a way you can’t describe.

“No?” he pesters as he begins to follow you, his long strides helping to quickly catch up to your smaller ones.

“Definitely,” you say with a shake of your head, stopping at the bar and leaning against it as you wait for the bartender to come over to you. Your fingers are angrily tapping the countertop, and you try to keep your eyes ahead of you as Buck stops beside you and angles his body towards you, eyes locked on the side of your face.

“Because I think you still would’ve come. Just to give me trouble.” you shrug, frowning indifferently as you think about his words.

“Maybe you’re half right,” you reply before telling the bartender your order. You can see from the corner of your eye that the smirk is back on Buck’s stupid face, and you finally turn to face him once the bartender looks away, your eyes narrowed.

“Are we finally agreeing on something?” he jokes once your attention is back on him, leaning closer to you and bending down just enough that his face is level with yours. You scoff, rolling your eyes. Why is he always like this, you think?

“Fuck off,” you snap just before the bartender slides your drink towards you. You turn on your heel and walk back to the table Maddie has saved for you, but not before telling the bartender to add your drink to Buck’s tab. It’s the least he can do for pissing you off, you think with a silent laugh.

You spend the next hour or so talking with Buck and Maddie at your table, trying to keep your annoyance more hidden than usual around your friend. You know she’d be upset if the two of you didn’t get along, so you don’t do much more than roll your eyes or shoot him the occasional glare.

You almost catch yourself letting your guard down around him as you all talk, because you don’t really hate him. He fucking gorgeous; you’re not blind. And tall, and muscular, and has the most beautiful blue eyes you think you’ve ever seen. You try not to think about that, though, because you know guys like him. You’ve been scorned by one too many Bucks, and you’ll be damned if you let it happen again.

Finally, Buck does another thing to remind you of what he’s really like, which is much different than what anyone else sees him as, and you watch from your table as he flirts with a beautiful woman. His signature smug smirk is still on his face as he talks to the woman; leaning in close to her and letting his eyes travel down her body, and it makes your blood boil for some reason.

As Maddie finishes her story about a call she got at work the other day, you down the rest of your drink, then excuse yourself to get another drink with a small smile.

When you walk up to the bar, Buck suddenly pulls you against him, hands squeezing the fat of your hips as he grins widely.

“This is my gorgeous girlfriend that I was telling you about!” he says to the woman in front of you, who gives you a friendly smile. You look up at him with a confused expression, brows furrowed and mouth slightly agape as you process his words. Girlfriend?

The rest of the conversation between Buck and the woman is tuned out completely as you stand there in his embrace, acutely aware of Buck’s hand rubbing your back soothingly as his other hand remains firmly planted on your hip. 

When the woman finally walks away, and Buck’s hands are still on you, you turn in his grip, swatting his hands away as you take a step back.

“What the hell was that?” you hiss, eyes narrowed as you look up at him. You try to ignore your heart hammering against your ribcage; your true feelings threatening to bubble to the surface because his touch felt so good.

“Just wanted to see if me calling you my girlfriend would make you mad,” he asserted with a smirk, eyes travelling down to your chest as you cross your arms.

“If I were to ever actually be your girlfriend, I’d kill myself,” you retort, practically seeing red at the motive behind his actions. Like playing with women’s emotions is merely a game to him.

“Seriously?” he says, raising his brows as he looks at you with slight surprise mixed with his usual smugness, although there’s a hint of sadness that flickers behind it for a split second, not that you can see it in your rage driven haze.

“Seriously,” you confirm in a low voice, narrowing your eyes further. You see the way his smirk finally falls, and it makes yours grow. Finally, you seemed to have gotten to him.

“Because I think you just like me, and that pisses you off,” he states as the smirk returns to his face. He felt how you melted into his touch a minute ago. It was subtle, but he was sure he felt it, and he can also see the lust in your eyes, hidden deeply behind the rage and annoyance.

“Why the hell would that piss me off?” you say, voice getting louder as you throw your arms up. You don’t even have the mind to think that that was the complete opposite part of his sentence that should’ve pissed you off; too focused on arguing with Buck. The air surrounding you is palpable, and neither of you can take your eyes off of each other; completely oblivious to those around you.

“You tell me, sweetheart,” he says with a tilt of his head, stepping closer to you and running his tongue along the inner side of his teeth. 

“Maybe because you’re fucking infuriating?” you exclaim, uncrossing your arms and pointing a finger to his chest.

Your outburst only seems to egg him on more, and he chuckles lowly, leaning in closer to your face.

“Oh, I’m infuriating?” he asks, raising a brow.

“Yes,” you seethe, your eyes darting down to his lips for a split second as he licks them.

Without another word, he smashes his lips to yours, one hand moving to the side of your neck while the other pulls you in by your hip. His lips move sloppily, yet hungrily, and for a moment, all you can do is stand there with wide eyes.

After a moment, though, you melt into the kiss, lips meeting his with equal fervour as your hands move up to grip the fabric of his shirt that’s covering his chest. Your back arches into him as he tilts your head up into the kiss, effectively deepening the kiss and allowing him to feel your plush body pressing against him.

When he finally pulls away, it takes a second for your eyes to open and focus, and when they do, he’s pulling you to the bar bathroom vehemently, a hunger in his eyes so intense that your knees go weak.

You follow, looking down from his broad back to your fingers intertwined between you two, and for a split second, you feel a little bad for leaving Maddie at your table so you can sneak off with her brother. What you don’t notice, however, is that she’s watching you two from the table, a small smirk on her face as she sips on her drink. She’s been waiting for you two to give into each other since she intentionally introduced you months ago.

As soon as the door is closed and locked, Buck has you pinned against the wall, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your neck and slotting a knee between your legs. 

“Buck-” you whimper as his leg comes up to meet your dripping cunt, pushing against you in a way that has you gripping his shirt tightly and pulling him closer.

You’re not even sure what the next words out of your mouth were going to be; you’re not sure if you want to push him away or rip his clothes off, but before you can think further, he cuts you off with a growled “just shut up, for once.”

You oblige without any hint of resistance, resting your head against the cool wall behind you as he moves further down your neck and towards the part of your chest that’s uncovered by your shirt.

Finally, he trails his hands down your plush middle and unbuttons your jeans before dipping one hand under the waistband of your jeans and panties and finding your clit with ease. You let out a loud, shuddered moan, pushing your hips forward to get as much friction as you can as his fingers move in rough circles. 

“God, sweetheart, can you ever hide what you’re feeling?” he teases, condescension laced in his tone as breathy moans tumble from your lips.

“Fuck me,” you whisper to yourself as he pushes two of his fingers past your glistening folds and curls them up to hit that spot inside of you. You let your eyelids flutter shut as you grab onto his biceps, trying to ground yourself as he moves his fingers quickly in and out of your greedy pussy.

“Is that a request, baby?” he says with a chuckle, pulling back from your neck to watch your face twist in pleasure with a smirk.

“What? N-” you begin to say, opening your eyes and looking up at him through hooded lids. your words are cut off by his lips on yours again, kissing you slower and more passionately; a harsh contrast from the way his fingers are working you, making the pit in your belly grow bigger with each passing second.

He continues to fuck you with his fingers, pace fast and rough as his thumb rubs your clit. He keeps his lips on yours, greedily swallowing each pretty moan and whimper that you let slip. He feels oddly possessive of you in this moment; he doesn’t want anyone else in the bar to be able to hear the sounds made for his ears only. 

He senses that you’re nearing the edge; your grip tightens on his biceps as your moans get breathier and more high pitched, and he lets out a quiet groan when he feels you clenching around his fingers. 

As you’re about to fall over the edge, he pulls away completely, holding your hips in place as they buck, eagerly chasing the pleasure. He breaks the kiss to watch the way your brows furrow, smirking as an unsatisfied groan leaves your lips.

“That’s payback for being such a bitch to me,” he purrs, then flips you around and pushes your chest against the wall, making you bend forward at the hips as you put your hands out to catch yourself.

He pulls your jeans and panties down to your knees, then unbuttons his own pants and pulls his leaking cock from his boxers, stroking himself a few times before rubbing the head of his cock through your dripping folds.

You let out a soft whimper, which turns into a louder moan as he pushes into you, not giving you a chance to adjust before he’s fully engulfed in your warmth. He pulls almost all the way out before snapping his hips forward again, hips meeting yours forcefully as he feels you stretch around him.

“You still hate me, huh, sweetheart?” he asks in a condescending tone, his thrusts hard and deep as he pulls your hips back to meet his. 

“Yes,” you manage to get out, your words and thoughts quite literally being fucked out of you as your body lurches forward from the force behind Buck’s actions. You feel like you can’t breathe properly as he splits you open, his cock brushing against the spot inside of you that has your head dropping in pure ecstasy.

“It doesn’t seem like it. Look how eager you are for my cock. How desperate you are to be filled,” he pants, trailing one hand up your side before wrapping a muscular arm around your soft middle and pulling your back up to meet his chest.

“Fuck you,” you hiss, your voice cracking as a strangled mewl cuts off your harsh words. 

He chuckles at the way the words die in your throat, then digs his teeth into the side of your throat, right where your shoulder meets your neck, biting down on the skin and eliciting a sharp cry from your lips as you try to hold yourself up on shaky legs.

He keeps up his rough thrusts as he pushes you against the wall, his chest still pressed to your back as his hands move down your arms and then bring your hands up to the wall above your head, the feeling of the cold wall against your palms causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“Feels so good to get the attitude fucked right out of you, doesn’t it, baby?” he drawls after a moment, letting his hands come back down to your hips, but not before bringing his right palm down to spank your ass harshly.

When you don’t respond right away, too focused on pushing your hips back against his in a desperate attempt to chase your quickly approaching high, he stops his thrusts, keeping himself buried to the hilt as his gravelly voice whispers in your ear; “if you want me to let you cum, you’re gonna answer me. Does it feel good to be fucked like this by me?” 

“Yes!” you practically scream, your head dropping as he continues with his thrusts and your ass and thighs meet his hard body with a loud slap. “Yes! I’m gonna-” you continue, your voice getting quiet and desperate as you clench around him.

“Let go, baby. Cum on my cock,” he demands, and in a few more thrusts, you’re cumming around him, coating his cock in your juices as he spills into you with a low moan. He keeps himself buried inside you as he empties himself, balls twitching as he paints your walls with his seed.

When he finally pulls out, he brings his fingers down to your pulsing cunt, pushing his cum back into you, and then brings his fingers up to his lips to taste your mixed releases on his tongue.

Before any more of his release drips from your poor, abused cunt, he pulls your panties and jeans back up, then flips you around to face him and buttons your jeans back up before doing up his own pants as you watch him in a daze.

“Now, you’re gonna sit like this for the rest of the night. Teach you to not talk to me like that.” All you can do is nod at his words, struggling to catch your breath as he firmly holds your face in his hand.

“Good girl,” he whispers with a wink, a smirk appearing on his face as he leans down and gives you a chaste kiss. 

He’s gone in an instant, leaving you with shaky legs and a racing heart as you stare off into space in front of you, blinking slowly. You’re not sure what happened has even happened, although you can tell that it has by the pool in your panties. 

You move slowly over to the sink, washing your hands and splashing some water in your face to snap you out of your haze before you finally exit the bathroom, being met once back at your table with Buck’s familiar smirk as he sees the state that he’s put you in.

You’ll be his soon. He just needs a little more time.

part two

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[sixeyesanddaydreaming]

"Babe, I just had the craziest poop!"

You cringed at Satoru as you raised your eyes from your phone, his chest puffed up in absolute pride as though he won some sort of contest.

"Y'know for such a handsome man with such a handsome face, you're pretty disgusting," you said as you wrinkled your nose at him.

"You should be proud of me! That poop had amazing tension! It means everything! It means I've been eating healthy! It means my body is at its best!" He indignantly stated as he slunk back into bed next to you. "This is a testament of the depth of our relationship! And I earned it! You earned it, too! Not everyone gets the honor of hearing about its perfect colo— ack!"

Needless to say, Satoru was shocked by your attempt at shutting him down, with your dominant palm curling over his chin as you squeezed his lips to a pout.

You kissed him quiet.

"Babe, I love you and you mean the world to me, but don't describe your shit to me! You may be there at this point in our relationship, but I'm not at that level yet!"

That kiss was heavenly, he thought to himself, and it took him exactly 33 seconds to come up with what he thought was a reasonable response to your rigid stance on this poo-dicament. "I know something that'll help—"

"Not interested—"

"You should start telling me about your daily poop as well, babe!"

"No!"

"Come on, baaabe! I love you just like I love a good poop! It comes out naturally—"

"Satoru! I will beat the shit out of you, I swear—"

His bright blue eyes widened in mirth when he heard your empty threat, and you only realized just how funny he thought it was because he thought you were playing along with his queer poop puns.

"Babe, babe, babe... You know that's gonna be fun for me, right? That's gonna be a poop-tacular thing!"

His vivid fecalysis will have to wait 'til you're ready to get down and dirty and talk shit with him.

[suempu]

Hiii can I either get a kabru/mithrun x gn! reader who's likes to be femmine it can be nsfw or just fluff.

I'm just curious to see how they will behave with a reader that can be feminine at times, thanks. These boys can't get of my mind!! /affectionate

(Also I'm new here but I'll be anon 🌻!!)

-> welcome !!! i hope you've liked it here so far anon <33 -> kabru and mithrun included. post canon! mithrun. possible ooc. i kept it as fluff only !!!

kabru finds it endearing, some of your mannerisms remind him of his mother with the way you dote on some of the party members. he loves your sense of style and mannerisms, you're level headed and skilled in battle even with your frills and ribbons.

you're mostly seen as someone level headed within the group, sometimes he would seek you out for advice and input whenever he's having a tough time making a decision.

"here." kabru lets out a surprised 'ah' at the flower crown suddenly placed on his hair, you smiling from above him. "you made this?" he gently holds a petal. you hum a soft 'yes' at his flushed state. kabru glances around and sees that you've decorated most of the other member's heads with crowns of their own, kuro sneezing right into mickbell's head after breathing it in. he laughs. "thank you, they're beautiful."

once he realizes that he's actually into you, he has a strong urge to be seen as your protector. something about you has him feeling beautifully masculine— not in a traditional way but he wants to care for you, be there for you, and provide for you. he's entirely devoted.

he wants to hold your face whenever you cry, kiss your scars and cuts right after a battle, and chase away any disgusting bugs for you.

when you two get together, he sometimes finds his things decorated. a baby blue ribbon right on the sheath of his sword, a flower in his satchel, small gifts that you leave and scatter around that makes his heart bloom.

"pots and vases? are you starting a shop?" you stand in the middle of his bedroom, watching him fuss around with their placements. kabru wipes sweat from his brow, breathless from the carrying, "you always bring me flowers, i thought i could put some of them here." you coo, placing a hand on your chest. "aww, really?"

he's the type of lover that would support and actively participate in the things you enjoy, and although frills and lace look anything but pretty on him (his words, not yours) he'll don it with grace if it would make you happy.

<3

elves don't really discriminate towards feminine attributes so he hasn't really minded. he loves your softness, the way you seem to smooth over his rough edges and light up the seemingly meaningless tunnel he's been walking ever since he lost his desires.

mithrun wouldn't be aware of his feelings, he knows he holds a strong sense of familiarity and concern for you, but only after the main story would he be willing to actually dig deep into his heart in order to find an answer.

he's lost a lot of motivation to do certain things he used to enjoy, so he can't help but feel his heart ache whenever your hands card through his hair, delicate fingers treating him as though he is something to be cared for.

you put up his locks in a half braid before donning your work with hairclips embellished with flowers and butterflies. he feels his chest burn, his head hurts as if he's forgetting a vital part of who he is. like a memory he cannot remember.

your eyes meet through the mirror, a hand brushing and smoothing over his head. "do you like it?" holding a proud smile on your face, his skin tingles at where you touch him. tilting his head slightly to the side, he examines your work. "it's pretty."

after bagging the guy in a relationship (lol), he's felt lighter, chest heavier— filled with warm emotions that you've blessed him.

mithrun is... casual. in a way that he's very chill. he'll let you do almost anything to him without question. he accepts whatever you give or show him, making an effort to think well before replying with words and sentiments he thinks you might appreciate or be happy with.

you gift him various ornaments, bracelets, and headpieces. he keeps them tucked away in a small chest near his pillow in the canaries' bunker to safeguard.

he once asked why, mithrun is always on missions, always in battle. why take the time to love someone like him? he feels shame, especially after everything he's done and been through.

his heart has buried his emotional turmoil, his resentment and envy. with the insecurity from his brother's success and him being robbed of the woman he used to love, he has a hard time accepting your affection sometimes.

its hard. progress is slow, especially for long life spanned species such as him to finally grasp his flaws. you take the time to reassure him, supporting his growth with overcoming his deepest fears. and although he's lost a lot, been robbed of what he had, you're the one thing he can't bear to lose.

[heartsforseo]

Luffy x jealous reader

A/n: All of these are just fiction. You are pretty, lovely, and beautiful <?33 Word count: 600 Request are open Warning: insecure reader but Luffy is beige so he comforts u

ft: Luffy, Boa

Requested: <yes> <no>

You love Luffy, you really do. But God, he’s so dense it hurts. Right now, he’s being fed by none other than the Kuja Empress herself, Boa Hancock. She even learned how to cook meat, just for Luffy!

Yeah, you can stand your ground in terms of attractiveness. But with the most beautiful woman? Yeah no, you’d wither away like a speck of dust.

You’re glad that Boa finds Luffy attractive. But at the same time sad. Luffy is handsome and strong. It makes sense that he’ll need a partner that can be on his level. And well, you’re quite far from it.

It doesn’t help that Luffy is oblivious to all this! Yes, Luffy is way smarter than he looks. And yes, he can be serious sometimes. But what does he know about love? He’s like a newborn child when it comes to it. If it weren’t for Robin pushing him to confess, you would’ve imploded!

It also doesn’t help that when the pirate empress first saw you, she was…disgusted. And when she looked back at Luffy, her heart and eyes went back. Not to mention, you also had a lesser portion of food being given to you.

Finally having enough, you left the scene and went back to you and Luffy’s shared room. You contemplated whether to just sleep at the ship for the rest of the week or stay in the castle.

You lay down on the futon, looking at the blank ceiling. Light filled the corner of your eyes. Standing there was Luffy and meat in his mouth.

He entered the room and closed the door. The two of you were silent, and an uncomfortable aura filled the area. Luffy swallowed the meat whole and then spoke, “Are you ok, Y/n?” You shifted your body and positioned it to stare at Luffy. “Of course, why would you think that?”

He tilted his head to the side and crossed his arms, “Well you seemed down when we were eating…was it because I stole all your food?!” He laughed, “You gotta be quick next time, Y/n.”

“I guess so,” you said. Your voice was dry and had no feelings. You shifted your weight back to your original position, and once again, looked at the ceiling.

Luffy frowned at your reaction and used his gum-gum fruit to snatch you out of the bed.

You gave out a little squeak and gasped, “Luffy!”

“Are you mad at me, Y/n?” He asked, pouting, “I’ll try not to steal your food anymore, ok?”

You smiled a bit from his gestures, “I’m not mad at you, Luffy. Just tired.”

“Really? But we’re having fun downstairs.”

“Well, you can go back down, Luffy. I’m not gonna stop you.”

Luffy looked at you for a while and finally spoke, “Nah.” He held your bridal style and went to the futon. He put the two futons close together and dropped you on top.

“Luffy?”

“Sanji said that if a woman is sad then you should spend time with them. So, I’m gonna cuddle with you tonight, Y/n!” He gave you a flashy smile and wrapped his rubber arms around you three times.

Morning came and you woke up from the sun shining on your eyes. You looked beside you and noticed Luffy still asleep, his hair was a mess, his mouth was wide open, and his arms were tightly wrapped around you.

You blushed from what you remembered last night and opted to wake up Luffy. But, you never had a day as peaceful as this. And so, you went back from your sleep and embraced him, once again.

A/n: I just want to let you all know THIS is just a fictional story. You are of course perfect just the way you are <?33

[jisung-shine]

can you please do nct reaction to you flirting with them? I hope your having a nice day <33

I love love LOVE this request...hopefully doing it three years later is okay LMAO I am so sorry

Please enjoy everyone!! <3

Mark💥

-OKAY LET'S GO!!

-Doesn't realize you're flirting, thinks you're just being friendly

-One of the other members literally has to smack him upside the head for him to realize

-Once he's aware he has a chance though

-Prepare yourself

-Corny jokes left and right

-His face is bright red, and he keeps cracking up every two seconds

-Please give this man some love

Renjun♟️

-Renjun would be very calm and collected (could never be Mark-)

-He's surprised when he realizes you're flirting with him

-But it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside

-The way you're complimenting him, slightly brushing his arm, it makes him giddy, even if he doesn't outright show it

-Renjun blushes ever so slightly, and won't stop smiling

-He's soft spoken to begin with, but becomes even more so when you start flirting with him

-He then starts dropping small hints to let you know that he feels the same

Jeno🐻‍❄

-LEE JENO RAHHH

-Anyways

-Jeno grins like a fool when you flirt with him

-He will kind of mirror your movements, like if you brush his arm, he will then brush yours in conversation

-Freezes up a few times mid conversation, remembering “oh yeah y/n is literally flirting with me”

-Will offer you his hoodie most likely

Haechan🐻

-Please take it (please) it would mean the world to him

-Oh man

-Haechan

-Immediately dials things up to 100

-When you start flirting with him, he immediately flirts back

-But like…a million times stronger than you

-Veryyyy touchy (if you're into that)

-"Guys oh my God y/n flirted with me today”

-Literally blowing up the Dreamies group chat

-"Guys y/n made eye contact with me for 3.5 seconds today!”

Jaemin🎀

-Will take every opportunity to hold your hand from there on out once he realizes you've been flirting with him

-NA JAEMIN

-Jaemin LOVES when you flirt with him

-He will simply melt

-Like for real, Jaemin will become a giggly mess

-He's all smiles

-You compliment him? Bro is literally butter

-Will flirt back guaranteed

-"You think I'm pretty? My face must be reflecting your own beauty, love.”

-Winks a LOT

Chenle🗣

-PLEASE JUST ASK HIM OUT ALREADY

-IT IS TIME

-THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND

-MY FAVOROTE GOOBER, ZHONG CHENLE

-ahem sorry anyways

-Chenle, will not know what to do at first when you flirt with him

-Accidentally makes a disgusted face at you, catching you off guard

-He's not actually disgusted, just processing what's happening

-:Wait what the hell…is Y/n flirting with me?”

-His heart beats a little faster, but he would be DAMNED if he ever let you know that

-Chenle try not to be competitive challenge: level impossible

-Once he's done processing…

-...Chenle immediately makes it into a flirting competition

-"You think I look good in this outfit? Oh yeah? Well YOU look good in every outfit so—”

-He comes off slightly aggressive in tone? But his words are super sweet??

-God I love Chenle

Jisung🎮

-Just…if you flirt with him, expect banter. Always.

-Park Jisung

-Lord

-This man

-Okay so he legit doesn't process that you're flirting with him at first

-Another one that doesn't realize what's happening

-He's just looking at you for a second before his brain registers that the way you're joking with him is, in fact, because you're interested in him

-Once he realizes, he flirts back

-Well, attempts to, that is

-Stutters a LOT

-Will pause and cover his face and smirk a little bit

-He kind of just…starts yapping?

-PLEASE JUST LISTEN TO HIM OKAY

OKAY EVERYONE

I hope you enjoyed that HEHRJQHFKSDJ

Have an amazing day, and remember, you are amazing and so so special!! 🎀💗

[freyaphoria]

hi!!! i saw that you were taking requests again and wanted some yandere ones — yay!!! i know you’re super busy, but could you write about yandere san??? i honestly don’t have anything specific, so anything that comes up in your mind will be absolutely amazing. i just wanna read yandere san content from you lol since you’re a great writer!!! thank you so much <33

a/n: Hi hello!!!!! I apologize for not writing anything about Yandere San in 700 million years T_T I wrote something super short because I couldn't think of anything, if you give me a topic I'll be able to write more easily. If you don't like it, feel free to send a request again! Thank you! Love u!!!♡♡♡ (this may be the shortest thing I've ever written)

Last Taste

tw: blood, death, internal organs(?), dark fic, kissing, restriction w rope, fainting, dizziness, San kisses y/n with blood in his mouth!!!!

wc: 490

taglist: @aim-blossom @bambisd0ll @oddracha @peqchplvto

"Did I do well?" San was walking towards you, showing you drops of blood falling from his hand to the ground and pieces of flesh, while holding an internal organ of your boyfriend, Yeosang, which you couldn't identify. The forest was cold, desolate, and dark; there was no one here except him, the body of your boyfriend who died a few minutes ago, and you, tied to a tree.

"Won't you praise me? I saved you from him." You couldn't speak. If San hadn't tied you to the tree, you would have fallen to the ground already. Your head was spinning, and everything felt like a dream; this couldn't be real. The only word that came out of your mouth was a small "why?"

San came right up to you, bent down to your eye level, and held out what was in his hand. "I'll eliminate everything that prevents us from living together." As he squeezed what was in his hand, more blood and tissue fragments fell to the ground, making a nauseating sound. "Don't you want to taste your ex-boyfriend?" You didn't know what he was talking about. He was just talking, but his words weren't reaching you.

You looked at your boyfriend lying on the ground, his limbs twisted in a disturbing way. If this wasn't a dream and you were really living this, you'd lose your mind. "You've been lovers for years, why don't you say goodbye to him one last time?" He brought the remaining tissues in his hand closer to you, but you immediately pulled your head back. If you looked at the thing in his hand any longer, you could faint, and the smell of blood continued to make you dizzy. All your muscles were aching from shaking with fear, and the tears that hadn't yet flowed due to the shock you were experiencing were starting to flow down your cheeks.

San smeared what was in his hand on his own mouth, and his lips were covered in your lover's blood. He approached you and joined his lips with yours before you could understand what he was trying to do. As the metallic, disgusting taste flowed from your tongue to your throat, San held your head from both sides of your cheeks, preventing you from pulling back, and spread all the blood on his lips into your mouth. With the shock, all your blood drained, and your eyes darkened. You stopped shaking and all your muscles relaxed, feeling like you were being pulled into the ground. As you drifted off into consciousness, San separated his lips from yours. The last thing you heard before you blacked out and woke up in San’s house was the sound of San digging the ground with a shovel.

[pervertwhore]

same beer belly anon here! hi! :3 also.ajdjwldnwkkansns raaaarrrgh your fuckign brain!!!!!

leon would be pretty insecure and would need quite a bit of reassuring! he would miss what he thinks was his 'prime' (I.e re4 build) and reader would literally be on their knees, worshipping all that he is and showing just how much they love Leon for him, regardless of his body <3

your dark leon got me acting up in a way that sets feminism back a couple hundred years uhmm😳😳😳 he would be bad! terrible, even! you would only fuel his alcoholic behavior rather than fixing him (there is no fixing him and you were a fool to think that in the first place.)

but pros are uhm uhm he suffocates you with his belly on the regular soooooo🤷‍♀️ like i had this image of Leon laying on top of reader, their stomach is pressed down to the floor, meanwhile his tummy is pressed right up against readers back, trapping them essentially. they have to deal with Leon's body weight pressing down on them, his arms wrapped around them and his sheer strength keeping them in place. and he's smirking the entire time as he watches reader struggle to move. he! would! be! awful!

NONNIE!!!!! IM GONNA KISS YOU!!!! this is literally sensational LIKE YOU GET ME!!! YES!!!!!! BEER BELLY LEON AGENDA IS GETTING SPREAD AND THE WORLD CHEERED!! world peace has been restored :33

insecure! leon is sooo regretful :(( like he looks at himself in the mirror and even though his tummy doesn’t take away from his skills AT ALL, he still feels so inferior, like he looks around at the people around him and even though change comes with time, their changes weren’t the same as him gaining weight so he’s literally crashing out — but YOU!!! at least help alleviate the deep rooted anxiety and just inner self loathing he’s developed over the years.

i think it’s hot idc!! riding him or sucking on his cock while he has a beer in hand, like he’s so “im disgusting, don’t do that,” like hello im currently between your thighs with my hands down your pants what are you saying??

just think abt it with me nonnie… sucking on his fat cock (hard or not) while he’s sitting back on his couch and drinking a beer.. he’s so embarrassed?? like cmon! don’t lower yourself to his level, find a better man, a man that’s not broken, one that’s not an alcoholic and not one that’s let himself go ;(( he’s drunkenly babbling but your kissing his into thighs and tummy before popping his cock in your mouth and sucking slowly while telling him that he’s the most attractive man in the world STOP!!! he cums so fast it’s so humiliating BUT IT HELPS!!! cuz you reassure him that he’s all you’ve ever wanted :33

now..dark! leon is a whole other story i fear.. he would be a horrible partner but IDC!! i still want his ass in my bed and on top of me 🔥 NO LITERALLY, there’s no way to fix him, he’s too far gone! at one point you tried to point out his addiction and it turned into an argument and you kinda stopped trying.. like yea you’re an enabler but whatever he physically can’t be in a relationship with someone trying to fix his issues it will make him crash out. he uses alcohol as a way to cope and i fear he’s never gonna give it up (>_<;)

and YES!! he does use his strength and weight against you :(( you can complain and whine all you want, but you and him both know you enjoy it. (me too girl) like he’s quite literally folding you in half, he doesn’t care if you’re flexible or not. in any context, dark! leon loves when you cry, dacryphilia king!! he just loves making you cry and seeing you squirm and try to fight to get him off of you.. like aw, sweetheart, did you really think some pushes and kicks would work against him?

him pressing his tummy against your back…UGH.. you’re so right, his cock is so girthy inside you, he gets so painfully rough with you :(( shoving his cock deep again your cervix and keeping you still..his arm wrapped around your neck as he holds you in a head lock :( and idk if you fw this but him slapping you around while you’re sucking on his cock >_< like you gag & squirm and he pinches your nose and gives you a few hard smacks across your face so you can get it together!! CMON!! you know better than that 😒 but again..YOU TWO BOTH KNOW YOU ENJOY IT!! smh! don’t try to hide it!!

[starlightkwan]

falling for you- zayne li

for the vibes: doremi- seventeen, seranade- doyoung, illumination- &team

where an overconfident hunter believes she can snowboard by only watching online tutorials and an overworked doctor offers to teach her for the sake of his high stress levels.

fluff (acquaintances to lovers) word count: 5.2k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, pls lmk if i'm missing anything!

info: afab reader, snowboard instructor! zayne x pupil! reader, simone and tara mentioned, reader is impulsive (books a holiday w/ no plan) and has a concerning amount of confidence, pie mentioned (i love pie sm my cutie), evol use, mentions of God and death as reader snowboards out of control

notes: first time posting pls be nice >.<, snowboard terminology waffle (i know nothing) inspired by zayne's everlasting snowdrop card, zayne and animals are my weak spot, closing your eyes as you snowboard is a recipe for disaster

Staring at the window, you notice the snowflakes gently dancing in the breeze. They descent from the sky alone and the wind comes along. Some entangle themselves in each other, quietly moving to a new direction as one.

Mindlessly twiddling with your phone charm in your hands, you feel a soft vibration from your phone. It's Tara and Simone.

08:32 | Simone: don't forget to send us lots of pictures and videos!

08:32 | Tara: we can imagine the delicious food and the pretty places you're going to show but we would like to see your cute face pls :)

08:33 | You: i wouldn't have to send pictures and videos if you guys just came with me :(((

08:33 | Simone: sorry babe, you should have thought about that before booking a 2 week holiday 2 days in advance </3

The sound of people unbuckling their seatbelts snaps you out of your trance from your phone and you notice people carrying their belongings with them off the coach.

08:34 | You: fair enough, i'll make sure to get you guess the cutest souvenirs from the gift shop!! have to go now, just arrived at the ski resort

You get out of your seat, collecting your belongings before following the crowd towards the resort reception.

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Is that everything I brought with me? Definitely not enough for a two week trip. You stare at your clothes, barely making a dent in the large closet.

Where do you rent out equipment from? Where do you book an instructor from? How do you decide which instructor is the best for you? The green brochure provides absolutely no help to your questions, only informing you of the best restaurants and cringeworthy picture poses that will make your future children slam the photobook shut in disgust.

It's still early and things are unpacked. This calls for a celebratory nap.

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What time is it? You blearily reach for your phone, trying to read the bright screen through squinted vision. 1:18pm. I guess it's time for lunch.

At the dining hall with your full plate of food in hand, you scan the area for free tables to sit at. That person over there with the super straight posture and dark black hair seems so familiar. Is it someone from high school? College, maybe?

Oh. It's Zayne Li from maths class in high school.

To or to not approach him? It looks like he came here alone, it wouldn't be nice to ruin his alone time. If he did come here alone, at least there would be one familiar face in this massive resort. Fuck it. I have nothing to lose.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here, Zayne?” You cautiously approach his table, hoping mentioning his name would get his attention.

“i'm sorry, how do you know who I am? Have we met before?” He looks up from his plate and tilts his head to the side, patiently waiting for an answer.

“We have actually! Sorry, I should have introduced myself earlier. I'm ___. We were maths partners in the last year of high school. Is this a bad time?” You explain; hoping that he will let you sit with him as you feel the weight of the tray slowly becoming more heavier in your hands.

Zayne stares you you for a few seconds on silence. “No, it's not. Please, sit down.” He gestures at the seat directly opposite him and you smile at him before placing your tray down on the table.

You pick up a piece of meat and place it on top of your spoon before placing it in your mouth. Zayne hasn't changed much. He's still the quiet and observant guy from all those years ago.

“How are you, Zayne? What have you been up to all these years?”

“I have been quite busy up until recently. The hospital director has forced me to go on an all inclusive holiday.” The dark haired man replies before picking up a spoonful of rice.

“Hospital?” You repeat in surprise. “Did you actually become a doctor?”

The man in question nods his head. “I have been for a few years now. I would have preferred to stay at the hospital especially during the winter holidays as it becomes very busy. However, the higher ups at the hospital say they see me too often to be considered normal so they paid me to have a break for a while.”

“That’s great! I can tell you're extremely passionate about your work but hopefully this break will give you the rest your body needs.”

Silence. 13 seconds of silence. Well this is awkward.

You drink your fizzy lemonade as a way to think of more things to talk to the man about, before he runs off and you lose the only familiar face here. “I actually came here alone. This was actually kind of a last minute decision and I have no plan of what to do. Do you know where you can rent out equipment and book an instructor?”

“You can go to the building next door for the equipment.” He paused. “For the instructor, I’m not quite so sure. I would assume you would be able to ask the people in the same building where you rent out your equipment. I don't think many instructors would have much availability though, since you mentioned this was a last minute decision.”

“Thank you Zayne! If I’m unable to get an instructor I’ll just go through some tutorial videos tonight and start from there.” You reply, drinking in more of the fizzy lemonade.

Zayne’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You’re just going to watch some tutorial videos and hope that everything will be fine in the morning?”

“I know it doesn’t sound ideal, but I am a hunter.” You shrug your shoulders with pride. “If I can get through the association’s hunter training, I think I can get through some snowboarding.”

“Really?” He asks and you nod. “Then you shouldn't call for me when you manage to injure yourself. After all, your amazing self- help videos should tell you what to do.”

“No problem! I’m sure that other people passing by would help me if they see someone in trouble.” Zayne’s mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out. “Let me help you, ___. I can snowboard quite well, if I do say so myself. Besides, the people who come to help you whilst you are injured may not be healthcare professionals, let alone doctors.”

You frown. “I couldn't ask you to do that, Zayne. I have already ruined your meal by barging in here. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“I insist. It would make me more stressed to know that the only person I know around here could be a threat to herself and it would take me longer to get to you.” I can’t go out and stress this doctor anymore, can I?

“Fine.” You give in. “But only if I get to buy you desserts in return. If you still like them, of course.”

“It’s a deal then. I need to go get my coat first. Meet you at the reception of the building next door for the equipment?” He asks and you nod, watching him leave the dining hall.

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With equipment sorted out, you and Zayne make your way to the ski lift. You watch as other people get on the lift and do the same when the next one approaches you. “How long have you been snowboarding for?”

“About ten years. My parents would often take me to places like these when they weren't working.” Zayne replies, staring at the trees in the distance. “It’s almost time for us to get off. Be careful.”

He gets off easliy and you get off too, almost tripping over your feet in the process. Unsure of where to go, you follow Zayne like a lost puppy. Children’s zone. You read the massive arched sign in front of you.

“Zayne, I’m going to learn how to snowboard in the children’s zone?” You ask the man, looking up at him through your goggles.

“Yes. I know it might be a bit embarrassing, but I can assure you it’s a lot more safer to learn here instead of being with more advanced people who could potentially barge into you.” He says calmly as you walk together towards a calmer and quieter area. “First thing to learn is your stance.” Zayne demonstrates the proper stance and silently gestures at you to copy him.

“Like this?” You ask as you look back at him, trying to match your stance with his.

He tilts his head to the side and slowly moves in front of you. “Not quite. Bend your knees a bit more and keep your back straight.” You do as he says but his brows still stay furrowed. “Do you mind?” You shake your head no and he moves towards you. His hands gently fix your posture as you look to the side. “Your head has to be facing forward.”

You face forward and make eye contact with him. Wow, he’s really close. I never realised he had such pretty eyes. His lips are so pink, one wrong move and my lips would be on his.

“Much better.” You hear, and your eyes are back on him again. Zayne doesn’t step back. You notice the tips of his ears turning bright red. Why has it suddenly gotten so loud? There’s barely anyone here apart from me and Zayne. The Zayne whose face is super close to mine. Seriously, what is that loud sound?

Why does it feel like I’ve ran a whole marathon? I’ve barely done anything. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. My heart- OH. Zayne is the one making my heart beat like crazy.

“Sorry.” Zayne coughs and steps back. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“Next thing we need to learn is how to fall safely. Before you say anything, I'm sure you already know how to fall safely from a height but this is different. This is on snow, ___. Please don't let your confidence get the best of you.” I see Zayne has already noticed my concerning confidence.

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“Well done. Should we end the session here?” Zayne reaches out his hand for you to pull yourself up from the snow.

“Yes please, I feel like you have made me fall safely on my snowboard enough to do it perfectly in my sleep!” You say, grabbing his hand and brushing off the remaining snow on your gloves.

You both make your way to the ski lift and make your way down, saying nothing to each other.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow? Does 10am work for you?” Zayne asks as you get off the ski lift.

“Thanks again for agreeing to help me, Zayne! Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow!” You reply, waving at Zayne before walking off in different directions.

Walking to the bakery, your nose gets filled with the wonderful scent of freshly baked pastries. What would Zayne like? He mentioned he still likes desserts so... something super sweet.

You walk up to the counter and smile at the worker in front of you. “Can I get a box of macarons please? Could I also get two slices of the strawberry cake as well please?”

“That will be 8.50 please.” The worker says and you scan your card on the machine. The worker quickly boxes up your desserts and you thank her before walking back to your room.

As you walk through the hallway, you see a very familiar face walking into the hallway. One that has helped you with your snowboarding skills over the past three hours.

“Zayne?” You call out to him, and he turns his head. “I was expecting to see you tomorrow but I guess I can give them to you now.” You hand him the box of macarons.

“Oh, thank you ___. I was just going out for dinner. Thanks to you, I don’t need to go to the bakery to pick these up.” He smiles widely, taking the box of macarons from your hands.

“Enjoy your dinner! See you tomorrow!” You say, your hand ready to put in the code to your room.

“Are you not going to eat dinner?” Zayne asks and you hear a small hint of sadness in his voice. Is this sadness of his from me not eating dinner? Or is it because he’s eating dinner alone?

“I’ll eat later, Zayne. I’ll let you have dinner on your own after I stormed in on your lunch.” You respond.

“I wouldn’t have mentioned dinner if I wasn't interested in eating alone. You can have dinner with me. Only if you’re comfortable with it.” Zayne replies and you smile at him again.

“In that case, I’ll have dinner with you then Zayne! I’ll just put this in my room and I’ll be right out.” You point to the box filled with your cake slices and quickly open the door and place them on the table.

“Let’s go?” You ask as you close the door behind you and Zayne leads the way.

You and Zayne are neighbours now.

I slept so well last night, but why do all of my muscles suddenly get so weak in front of Zayne?

“Last thing I’m going to show you today is an Ollie. First, scoot the board and flex your back leg. Next, pull your front leg up whilst you spring off your back foot, then flex both your legs and land with your feet.” Zayne explains and demonstrates.

“Got it.” You say, mentally going over the steps.

Scoot the board and flex. Easy enough. Pull the front leg up and spring off the back foot and flex both legs. Land with your feet. Success! “Zayne!” You shout. “I did it!”

You make your way to Zayne, with a proud smile on your face. “Are you proud? How did I do? Did I look cool?” You bombard him with questions, feeling the joy flow through your body.

“Very proud. You did great, your form is extremely impressive for a beginner and you looked very cool.” He says, removing your goggles for you.

“Wait, why are you removing my goggles? I need to practice more!” You ask in confusion, looking up at the dark haired man.

“You did so well, I think I’m going to have to take you out of the children's zone and into the beginner zone now.” You gasp.

“This calls for a celebration! Let’s go!” You lead the way, not looking back to see if Zayne is following you.

“I seemed to have missed something. I understand we are celebrating, but the beginner zone is in the other direction.” He points to the large sign.

“My amazing achievement calls for a break. In fact, the whole day off kinda break!” You turn back and grab Zayne’s wrist.

“Where are you going to take me?” Zayne chuckles at your antics.

“We’re going to go dog sledding of course!” You say and you continue stringing him along.

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You find yourself sitting in the reception of the activities centre, impatiently waiting for the musher to call out your names. “Aren’t you excited?” Zayne teases, taking notice of your restless hands.

“I’m so excited! I literally sit, do nothing and there are a bunch of huskies within arms reach. What else could a girl want?” You chirp. “What about you, Zayne? Are you excited?”

“Very excited, even though it doesn't quite look like it. Animals aren't very fond of me but hopefully today will be different. I’m also quite looking forward to the scenery, although I’m not sure we will be able to see it very clearly since the dogs run extremely fast.”

New mission acquired: get the huskies to love Zayne.

“Zayne and ___?” An unfamiliar voice calls out and you jump out of your seat, quickly making your way to the musher. “Nice to meet you guys, I’m Jeffrey, your musher. The dogs are right outside and are very eager to meet you.”

The musher leads the way and you soon find yourself standing in front of ten enthusiastic, loving huskies.

“They’re extremely sociable and love getting pets. They also love treats too.” The musher holds out a bag of treats and shakes it, causing all the huskies to snap their heads towards Simon. “Here are some treats, they love food.” Simon gives you a handful and you pass some onto Zayne.

A husky quickly makes their way over to you, trying to press its nose between the gaps of your fingers. “They’re so adorable!” You exclaim, giving the husky a treat.

“This one over here is Cinnamon.” Jeffrey says, pointing to the husky in front of you.

“Hi Cinnamon!” You call out in a high pitched tone. “Your name is almost as cute as you!” You still have a mission, ___. Get the huskies to love Zayne.

You scour the area to look for Zayne, realising it's way too quiet. Huskies are crowded in a circle, patiently waiting for pets but you are still unable to find Zayne. It's only after one of the huskies makes their way over to you is when you realise that Zayne has been the centre of attention this whole time.

Mission complete!

Zayne sits on the floor, quietly petting each husky in turn and giving each husky an equal number of treats. You quickly grab your phone and take a quick picture. One husky cuts through the petting train and fully launches itself onto Zayne, licking his chin.

Jeffrey laughs. “And that one over there is Marshmallow.”

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Zayne sits down first in the sleigh and you sit next to him, feeling his body warmth in this cold weather. You look to the front and see the leading dogs jumping up and down, clearly more excited to start moving than you are.

“Zayne look at the cute doggie in the front! Its tail is moving like a metronome! It’s so cute!” You squeal, pointing at the dog with the fluffy excited tail.

“That’s Mochi, he has so much energy he ran into me and almost knocked me over.” Zayne smiles. “He reminds me of Pie.”

“Pie? I remember you mentioned Pie quite a bit when we were in high school. He’s an arctic fox that lives with your grandparents right?” You try to recall those memories from the back of your mind.

“I’m surprised you remembered.“He paused. “These huskies have so much energy and are so happy go lucky, they just want to be constantly looked after. It's adorable, really.”

“Hold on, you never showed me a picture of Pie!” You exclaim.

“You never asked for a picture.” Zayne answers coolly. “I can show you once we finish this tour. If that still doesn’t satisfy your overwhelming desire to see Pie, you can meet him in person.”

Meet Pie in person? Is this Zayne’s way of suggesting that we go on future trips together? Including ones that have me meeting his family? Calm down, ___. You’re just overthinking things now.

“Let’s go doggies!” Jeffrey shouts, and the dogs bark loudly before they start running.

The sleigh starts moving and you feel the wind flow through your hair. Zayne taps your shoulder and smiles. You smile back.

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You thank Jeffrey for a safe ride and wave goodbye to the huskies, hearing them whine loudly in response.

“I think I’m going to book a session with them every single day until I leave the resort.” You say, and Zayne nods, practically dragging his legs on the ground, clearly sad that he had to leave the dogs.

“It’s okay Zayne, I heard there’s a cat called Toast that hangs out in the reception that absolutely loves getting attention. Hopefully she’ll be there to say hi to us.” You really hope she is.

To your relief, Toast was lounging around on one of the tables in the reception. Zayne’s expression instantly softens and the sad Zayne disappears. He puts his hand out for Toast to sniff and she happily presses her nose against his hand. Zayne doesn’t move even an inch, afraid that Toast would suddenly want alone time.

Toast was the one that broke off the relationship, jumping off the table and aimlessly walking around the reception. “Let’s go?” You cautiously suggest and Zayne doesn't look upset, happily smiling to himself as you make your way to your rooms.

“I’ll see you at the same time tomorrow?” You ask and Zayne nods.

You wave him goodbye, opening the door and you plop onto the bed, letting out a short squeal as your legs kick the air.

He can’t keep doing this to me, first he makes me think that he wants to go on trips together and now he is an animal lover? My poor heart won't be able to take this much cuteness. How on earth am I going to sleep peacefully tonight?

“Since we had the most adorable break yesterday and you have proved your capabilities,” Zayne says, moving backwards so he can face you directly and points to the large sign in front of him. “Welcome to the beginner zone.”

“It’s so much more crowded here, and the terrain looks a little more difficult too.” You look around, noticing the increase in instructors helping their students.

“It is, but you have done extremely well so you don't have much to worry about.” Zayne says reassuringly.

“Ready to get started?” You nod in agreement. “How about you show me an Ollie?” Zayne eagerly ready to watch.

You perform all the steps correctly, but you notice how it has become a little more difficult due to the different terrain. Nothing much to worry about.

“Perfect. Are you ready to learn something new today?” Zayne asks as you move towards him and you immediately agree, ready to feel the joy flowing through your veins after nailing a move for the first time.

“I’m going to show you how to do a J- turn today. First, glide forward and the weight on your front foot needs to be shifted to your toes. If you do it correctly, the weight shift should turn your board and you will be moving in a J- like shape, hence the name J- turn.” Zayne explains and demonstrates, silently waiting for you to do the same.

Glide forward. Shift the weight from the toes to your front feet. Wait, that’s not right! You suddenly feel a wave of panic wash over you. You’re not in the easy children zone anymore either. I’m going to fall. I’m going to fall in front of Zayne and look like an absolute idiot. Shit, this is not going to look pretty.

You see Zayne’s blurry figure in the distance quickly becoming more clearer as you snowboard your way to the death of your well curated image in front of Zayne. What a pretty face. Never going to be able to look at his face without feeling embarrassed ever again.

No, you still have a chance to save yourself, ___! Fall safely. How the fuck do you fall safely?

Whilst your mind is spiraling from thoughts of falling and looking like an absolute idiot in front of Zayne, you suddenly stop moving and crash into a soft pile of fresh snow.

How did that happen? Has all of the snow on earth collected itself in order to protect me?

“Are you okay? ___!” You hear a familiar voice call your name from afar.

God? Is that you? I have seemed to have died in front of Zayne and he’s never going to emotionally recover from this. Zayne, I’m so sorry.

“Are you okay? ___?” You hear Zayne’s voice, clearly sounding very frantic.

I’m alive but I have still managed to emotionally scar him.

“I’m alive.” You open your eyes to see a very distressed Zayne, his goggles removed and his hair swept to the side.

“Do you feel any pain?” Zayne asks, afraid to touch you in case of injury.

“Physically, no but my pride is.” You reply and hear him sigh a breath of relief.

“I’m glad to know that your humour still remains intact. Come on, let’s get you up.” Zayne outstretches his hand.

You prop one hand on the floor and the other grabs his hand. “Ow!” You exclaim, feeling a minor pain from your wrist.

“Sit back down for me, ___. Is it your wrist? Your ankle?” Zayne’s commands gently and you oblige.

“My wrist. The rest of my body is fine though.” You say and Zayne suddenly moves in front of you and sits down.

What is he doing? Is he mad that I hurt my wrist and is throwing a silent tantrum like a toddler?

“What are you waiting for, ___? Get on.” You hear, Zayne's voice slightly muffled. A piggyback ride?

“Zayne, I’ve only hurt my wrist! Don’t you think this is a bit overkill?” You question the man in front of you.

“No. I see this as a way of preventing any future injuries.” He sounds serious. I guess he’s in doctor mode.

“Okay, I’ll get on.” You comply, holding on to him tightly. “Zayne?”

“Yes?”

“I didn’t even fall safely and I wasn’t even thinking straight. How did I just suddenly stop moving? How on earth am I still in one piece?” You ask, hoping he has the answers.

“How else do you think the pile of snow magically appeared in front of you?” He replies and suddenly, everything clicks.

He used his evol to create a snow pile so I wouldn’t badly hurt myself? You feel blood rushing to your cheeks, feeling very grateful that Zayne wouldn't be able to see your tomato red face.

⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

You sit in Zayne’s room, watching as he grabs his first aid kit out of his suitcase.

“Zayne,” You call out. “I’m fine, I just sprained my wrist. I just need to put on some ice and I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, Miss Hunter.” Zayne says, sitting down next to you. “You sprained your wrist, which clearly means you are not fine. I'm sorry for not being more observant and just assumed that you would be able to do the moves easily. I should’ve shown you step by step and allowed you enough time to practice.” Zayne apologises, assessing the state of your sprain.

“No Zayne, you know that I am quite confident when it comes to physical things like sports, so I just assumed that everything would be okay. If anything, I should be thanking you for your quick thinking and using your evol to protect me.” You say, unable to sit still as you realise your hands are extremely close to each other.

“Please sit still, ___. The only way I can forgive myself and put my mind at ease is only if you let me take care of you.”

The sound of velcro breaks the silence in the room. You focus on Zayne, who is cautiously puting the splint on your wrist without trying to make you wince from the pain.

He looks so angelic when he’s focused.

The sound of velcro being fastened suddenly stops and Zayne looks at you. “How can I look angelic to you when I have caused you pain?”

Fuck. I said that outloud? Refusing to say anything, you look to the side, trying to count the number of trees that you see in the window to get your rapidly increasing heart rate down.

“Please ___, look at me.” Zayne pleads, and you slowly turn your head, preparing yourself for a soul shattering rejection.

Zayne's smiles when you look at him and you finally make eye contact with him. “You look like a lovesick puppy, Zayne.”

“Would it be okay with you if I was your lovesick puppy?”

Your brain short circuits.

“Yes please.” Your heart starts drumming loudly in your chest as you realise that the Zayne Li has just confessed to you.

“Can I kiss you?” Zayne asks quietly and you nod.

Zayne closes the distance and you allow yourself to be absorbed in the moment. Your heart races as your heartbeat rings through your ears. Zayne's hands delicately trace your back and find their way around your waist, pulling you in closer. His touch is ever so gentle, afraid that one wrong move will cause you to shatter like glass.

You pull away from him, as the need for oxygen overwhelms your lungs. Zayne’s warm hands gently presses against your cheeks and he brings your face up to his, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“If your hand ever gets too heavy from wearing your splint, I can hold it for you.” You proceed to shove your face into his chest.

It’s been a year since you have reunited with Zayne at the Linkon ski resort. What better way to celebrate than by going back to where everything started?

You stand in the beginner zone, feeling anxiety wash over you, wondering what on earth made you think it would be a good idea to potentially give yourself a concussion.

“Zayne?” You call out to him.

“Yes?” He turns around and upon seeing your worried expression, he pouts.

“Do you think I’ll be okay? Do you think I’ll be able to get the moves right this time? If I fall and pass out, please take me to the hospital.” You ramble, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“I’ll be here.” He squeezes your hand reassuringly. “Besides, the last time you fell I saved you. I can save you over and over until you get up on your feet again.” You smile at him, instantly feeling assured. “I’ll go first.” He says, smoothly making his way down the slope.

Glide forward. Shift the weight from your front feet to your toes. “Zayne! I’m doing it!” You shout cheerfully, proudly waving at him.

“Don’t focus on me, you’re losing your balance!” Zayne shouts back.

Well fuck me. I guess I’m falling for you again Zayne.

You fully accept your current situation and close your eyes, waiting for the snowboard to stop as you put your trust in Zayne. You suddenly stop moving, but you don’t feel the snow greeting you with its coldness but rather a pair of welcoming arms.

What? Has my pile of snow magically transformed into a human? A snowman with human like body temperature perhaps?

Fluttering your eyes open, you see Zayne and he relaxes his shoulders in relief. .

He actually caught me?

“Zayne!” You scramble out of his arms in anger. “I didn't think you were going to literally catch me? What you did was so dangerous! What if we both got hurt?” You exclaim, giving the doctor a lecture and childishly refuse to look at him.

“I know, I know.” He surrenders. “In the moment, it seemed like a good idea. I’m sorry darling, it won't happen again.”

“I hope you mean it Zayne. I would much rather you freeze me and carry me away to a safer place before unfreezing me.” You say and Zayne chuckles.

“If you insist.” He takes your hand and he gently rubs circles on the back of your hand. ”The one thing you should take away from this experience is that you have learnt that I am a man of my word.”

“Thank you for catching me.” You whisper.

“Of course darling. I told you that I would catch you if you stumble and fall.” Zayne delicately removes snowflakes in your hair and you rest your head on his shoulder.

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[cloudcountry]

ROLLO WITH A FAE!READER (also have and octopus and a clover :3 ♣️🐙)

SUMMARY: rollo tries very hard to convince himself that he, in fact, despises you.

WARNINGS: none!!

COMMENTS: thank u for the octopus and teh clover!! <33

You’re just the worst of the worst.

You and Draconia are attached at the hip, bonding over your shared ancestry and your skills in magic. You’re nowhere near Draconia’s level, but your magic is refined enough to be considered a threat. It’s disgusting, it’s disgraceful, and yet you carry yourself like you’re confident and proud of it.

Rollo hides his face behind his handkerchief, but the way he glares across the room at you cannot be missed.

He knows you know he’s looking. Your eyes have caught his quite a few times during the festivities, and you’ve even had the gall to wink at him. Because of you, he had to swat away the concerned hands of his classmates after choking on his water. He intertwines his fingers after regaining his composure, but his knuckles are white as he tracks your movements across the dance floor.

There's a moment where you're lost in the crowd, masquerade outfit swishing alluringly among the people that could not be any less interesting. Rollo rubs at his temples and shuts his eyes, willing this feeling away.

“Something on my face?” you croon, sliding into the chair beside him with an amused look on your face.

He almost chokes again, jaw clenching as he catches a whiff of your shampoo. Unbelievable. Shameless. How have you charmed him so?

“Your form was dreadful.” he spits, face twisting up in annoyance.

You seem completely unbothered, opting to push out your bottom lip and flutter your lashes at him. You’re not taking him seriously at all.

“Daww, that’s such a shame.” you drawl, turning your eyes back to the dance floor, “If only you were there to teach me how to do it right.”

Something in Rollo seizes, and he jolts up from the table like he’s been burned. His palms slam against the wood as he shoots you a nasty glare, but you couldn’t look more unbothered.

Filthy.

Huffing, he spins on his heel and storms off to a different area of the festivities, just so long as it’s away from you.

If he hears your sugary sweet invitation for a dance, he doesn’t acknowledge it.

[hello-summ3r]

reader, who is part of task force 141 is wrongly accused of being a traitor. but for some reason, despite all the torture they endured, they still forgive them.

hi guys :D im still quite new to tumblr and this is my first fic im gonna be starting. i have written before on ao3, wattpad, notes (for practise), a failed unfinished book so hopefully this will go well!

writers block may happen at some point because im kinda planning for it to be a series, if not, just a one-part fic. chances are, i wont have the energy to proof-read so if there are mistakes, please dont mind it :)

i got this idea from @ghostslittlegf . i have reblogged the post that they made that gave me the inspiration. <3

anyways, enough rambling, enjoy! <33

!tw! : t0rture, mentions of g0re, abvse, swearing, foul language, manipulation

part 1

it wasn't you. not your fault.

days pass, and all sense of time was lost for you. you don't know how long you have been bound to this chair for, and the same nauseating scent of old blood and soil was not making it any better.

the task force placed you in a holding cell underground. the entire place was empty; it was just you, and the chilling, hollow echoes of whatever slight movement you bore from the tight knots gnawing at your wrists and ankles. your skin was blistering from the constant friction of the jagged ropes and stinging. fear was eating you alive, consuming more and more of you as each day passed. hell, it felt like an eternity down here.

the task force, the previous week, had encountered a leak in information that meant the entire team was put under danger. they were sure it was someone within the base, as nobody else would just have access to such private information.

one day, you were just in the gym training when a few men took you aside, captain price at their heels. his eyes were dark and you could see levels of anger rising inside him. you were confused, obviously. had you done anything wrong? no, you hadn't. the next thing you knew, you were here. bound and restricted.

but you didn't do anything?

"you will tell us the truth, is that clear?" price spat as he bent down to meet your eye-level. behind him were 3 other people with pistols in their hand, loaded. you couldn't make out their faces as it was dimly lit.

"truth? what do you mean?" you question, utterly confused and a little scared of this situation. your eyes dart around the cell. you've never been down here before, and everything seems so foreign. the walls were slightly cracked, the large bricks uneven in placement. moss grew from the cracks, and the stench of wet soil creeped into your nose. it was cold and damp, and disgusting. these were the holding cells you never wanted to go down into, yet here you were, forced to be in one as a prisoner.

"dont play dumb." price sneered, his face closer to yours. you backed away instinctively, looking away to avoid his gaze.

"i really don't know what you mean..." you reply with some thought whilst slightly shaking your head, trying to make sense of this whole situation. price grabs at the arm-rests of the chair with some force. it startles you but you listen to him carefully.

"we know you betrayed us. that information that got leaked? yeah, well now the entire base is in danger. we're sabotaged, all because one little birdie decided to run their traitor mouths to enemy bases." he says, sing-songingly on the last part.

your eyes widen a little at such an accusation. never would you even think of betraying the task force. they were like family to you, and the accusation sickened you deeply. even the thought was sickening. "what? you're accusing me? but why!? what's your evidence?" you desperately pry for answers. all this was so sudden.

"oh, evidence? there's plenty of evidence, sweetheart." he replies, a sarcastic and irritated chuckle woven into his speech. he stands back up and looks back at the men behind him. he nods and they walk towards you.

"what? price...what are they doing?" you cry, your voice shaking and unstable out of fear. you watch as one walks behind you, the other two standing in front on either side. price walks away, pulling the cell door open and leaving.

"price? price! captain!" you yell, but no-one answers other than your screams that reverberate emptily off the cold, damp stone.

you wake to the sound of your cell door sliding open. it slams forcefully when it reaches the other side, which jolts you back into your senses. you blink away your exhaustion and look up at the dark figure that walks towards you. you try make out their face, and distinguish them as simon.

"simon...is that you?" you weakly mutter. your body was on the edge of breaking from the week-long physical and mental torture you had to endure.

he doesn't say anything and just walks towards you. his demeanor seemed calm and stoic but you knew what was about to happen. you took a deep breath to the best of your ability, your ribs hurting in the process, as you anticipated what he was going to do to you.

"listen, we've been a'this for a week now. you still refuse to tell us the truth. we've been too gentle with you. now, tell us the truth. or else i'll 'ave to resort to more...brutal ways." he stared at you, his gaze of pure rage that he managed to keep controlled.

"i'm innocent...i truly have nothing to say." you mumble, knowing it wasn't going to change anything.

suddenly, you feel the brute force of simon's fist against your cheek. you go limp at the pain of the punch, but you bite back tears.

"tell. me. the. truth." he demands, his voice becoming more stern and loud.

"i really don't have anything...i promise you the evidence against me are forged, and the accusations are false!" you whine, voice breaking.

another punch.

"i forgive you all for this...once you find out i'm truly innocent." you mumble with a sob in your voice, a warm, twitching smile on your face as tears brim in your eyes.

simon's eyes only narrow at you.

"i don't give a shit for whatever trickery you're pulling right now. i want the truth! so spit it out!" he demands again, just below a yell. you look away as you try contain your tears from the pain.

"i wont hesitate you batter you right now. i won't go easy like i did before, just a harsh hit here and there. tell the truth! the truth!" he yells this time, but you stay silent. your lip quivers as you try think of what to say, as you truly had no 'truth' to confess. you're not the traitor, you're innocent.

another hard blow hits your face, then another, and another. the abuse slowly turns into a result of his anger. simon had his denials, but the evidence changed his mind immediately. he was mad, infuriated that you betrayed the entire team, or at least, he thought.

"i'll forgive you, i promise." you choke under your breaking breath, trickles of blood running down from your nose and mouth.

"the truth!" he yells again before delivering another hit.

"i'll forgive you all...no matter what."

[moroostar]

hii!!! how are you doing:3 i was scrolling and found your acc nd can i just say I LOVE YOUR THEME your writing is so babygirl too like<33 you deserve more attention fr fr. anyhoos, may i suggest some a timeskip!oikawa x transmasc reader where reader js got top surgery?? im thinking tooru twirling him around like a prince and silly giggles + tons of gender euphoria<3

— FINALLY ⋆

– ☆ fluff

– ☆ including : Timeskip! Oikawa

– ☆ request by : @bloodymiso

🗒 : Awh, Thank you so much I appreciate your compliment and I'm doing fine (I hope you're doing well )! <33 | trans! Male reader

❕️: Requests are open! (read the rules before requesting <3)

Oikawa was very worried when you first went into surgery, Iwaizumi had to basically be on the phone with him the whole time just to reassure him that you'll be okay and nothing bad will happen to you.

He was so happy when your surgery was done. He had to stop himself from hugging you too tight and was showering you in compliments of how strong you are and how he's so proud of you. You softly patted his back in response.

"Gee, you make it seem like the surgery was going to kill me."

"Shh shhh, my handsome husband aren't you exhausted from being in such high levels of danger..."

When you were allowed to go back home, he even skipped some volleyball games and practices so he can take care of you while you recovered. He would make you food, clean the house, feed your pets (depending if you want any <3), and would glady be any type of assistance to you.

Now that it was finally time for you to take off your bandages from your chest, Oikawa drove you to the back to clinic to allow them unwrap them.

He sat in the chair next you with a smile and holding your hand.

Someone came in and took them off for you as you look down.

"Woah."

Oikawa chuckled and admired you in his seat as you had your mouth slightly parted in awe.

★

Driving back to your shared home was in comfortable silence with music playing at a lowered volume.

"How about I make you your favorite hm? Afterall I am starving and I want to give you a little something for this."

"That sounds perfect."

★

As soon as you got home you went into the bathroom to the mirror to see what you looked like.

Standing there for a little bit made you realize how comfortable you finally felt in your own body and not disgusted or wrong. You wouldn't have to worry about your binder and knowing when to take it off and layering your clothing just so you can appear as you want to when you take your break from your binder.

Standing there for a second longer and then smiling as you walked away into the kitchen to smell the food Oikawa was starting to cook you walked into the kitchen to hear him humming along the song that was playing in the background with an apron you got him awhile back.

You lowered the music and wrap your arms around his waist watching him cook your favorite dish.

"So, how are you feeling?"

"Comfortable."

He stopped cooking and turned around to face you then grabbed your legs and spun you around. He set you down, setting his hand on your waist and lifted uo your hand as he danced with you to the music that was playing.

You rested your hand in the crook of his neck.

"Oikawa"

"Hm?"

"Thank you for supporting me through all of this."

He placed a kissed on your head and went back to making food.

"Of course, I'll support through anything."

[auset66]

PSYCHIC INTUTIVE MESSAGE 🪸

Anything with Ocean if you are seeing or hear if Oceaniac things are calling to you this message is for you. Afterall just by this gif too you will know on your own if this message is for you. I am not using any cards just alone based on my intuition. It might get a bit messy so bare with me please. 🪸

Sometimes we feel the need to be stable and for that it can be a bit hard to look for other options. But you can do both. Honestly let me tell you this you have been doing "unthinkable" your whole life. People even you might think this is ridiculous but you can experience do both. Have the courage the bravery.

This confusion is because of people's talk people's expectations on you. While you can do 100 on both they want you to do only one or either 50 50 both. Putting on self doubt in you. Be away or don't hear them cause they will get you In spiral everytime.

You first need to calm yourself down and Try to isolate yourself from people's thoughts. People who put confusion and doubt in you. Try to not talk to them about this topic altogether.

If it is something related to Government or legal issues justice system use logic, experience and systematic method rather than emotions at this point. Don't go "intuitively" on this.

If someone gave you a "gift" and you have been their "slave" since then it is time for you to let it go. Yes they might have done something for you but that doesn't mean that people don't change or you won't change. If you don't resonate with them anymore simply move on and grow.

You know yourself or honestly maybe not but you are significantly growing and people around aren't that open to be on same frequency as you. So you have to let go move on and be with those people in those places which are with your frequency.

Their own insecure energy is projecting on you even if subconsciously it is confusing, unclear and what can i say? Trust me when I say wherever you are with whoever you are they can't match you anymore you have grown and you will growing more. This sudden self hatred and self disgust you have been feeling for past few weeks is because of confusing energy within the space. While you have grown and will keep on growing even more the people around you are significantly on different level to the point it is disrupting the peace and for you the most cause you are the one on level 10 living in environment on level 2. That's why this confusion is here this self disgust as to why you are still here when your soul did so much just to be stuck here again?

I strongly Also feel a (23:33) very unexpected opportunity to move out this situation and from people too. When? When you can see and feel the bright side of living away from these people. The people the place is your comfort zone you fear moving out moving away from it but once you feel exicted instead exicted for independence for growing you will see the unexpected ways the path will open up on its own. Unexpected also means it might not be what you think or thought so grab what feels relatable to you. And you will be able to see what it is when you stop fearing yourself and be excited instead of how it will make you feel.

Thanks and God bless you. I hope it helped.

[deathbxnny]

I just read your notice, excuse my ignorance. In that case, since it's not HSR, can you do Chainsaw Man? That is, Aki, Kishibe, Denji, and Angel? I am the same person that asked you if you do a reader a character's appearance, personality and ability. Thanks 😸

CSM men with a Suguru Geto-like!Reader | Aki, Denji, Angel

Hello there, Anon! Since I have a limit of 3 characters per post, I've decided to leave out Kishibe for this one, which I hope you can forgive me for! Also I'm sorry for taking so long and thank you for your interesting request.<33

Content: Potential spoilers for csm manga!!, Reader can eat and summon devils instead of curses for plot sake, slight angst, established relationships, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》AKI

Your calm and rather elegant demeanor is what pulled him into you initially. There was something about the way you were so collected and gentle with everyone around you, a certain charisma practically hooking him onto you after one conversation. But it was your ability that kept him at arms length from you... at first.

Eating devils? Being able to summon them at will? Odd. Very odd. And yet, you were wholly human, despite the rumours that coursed through the office of you being more than you let on. Not that it mattered ultimately, Aki supposed, as he reluctantly agreed to go out with you during another successful mission he only barely survived once more through your help.

He eventually saw your abilities as helpful and convenient, especially when things got bad. Being able to summon or eat demons when needed certainly did come in handy but he still found a level of worry in him that he couldn't shake, especially when you showcased slight disgust after every "meal".

You two work well together as a team and as lovers later on too however, despite the odds and tribulations you were going to face inevitably. He was hesitant to be in a relationship with you, considering his life was going to come to an early end... but your gentle insistence thawed his cold heart and crumbled those high walls around it.

Fate may not allow you to be together forever... but as long as you had eachother, he supposed he could deal with it.

》DENJI

Okay, it's one thing if HE does it, you know? But someone else being able to eat devils was... freaky. As odd as it sounded coming from him of all people. But that's exactly what drew him to you in the first place, and surprisingly vice versa.

You were complete opposites in more ways than one. Where you were gentle, kind and charismatic, he was rude, careless and chaotic. But somehow it worked well between you too, as you balanced eachother out perfectly. You kept him calm during rather troublesome situations and he kept you on your toes, never allowing you a moments of rest. But hey, training is training, right? Besides, you signed up for it... so surely you still like him anyways, right? Your kind and collected words of assurance certainly keep his rather hidden insecurities down.

Denji isn't really the one for teams either. He enjoys fighting alone, the spotlight being near addicting and yet, he doesn't mind to share the fame of chainsaw man if it is with you. During battles, he let's you tag along and keep his back clear, but it irks him to see you consume devils every time. It feels wrong and makes him wonder for a brief moment if this is really right... but the thrill over takes it all in the end.

Ultimately, once he is out of the devil hunter position, he mellows out and realizes that living a calm life with you is way more nicer than what you were doing before. Especially as it kept you from potentially spiraling into a deep hole with him... now if only it stayed this way.

》ANGEL

You were so different and yet so painfully similar, that it made Angel completely avoid you at first. There was something under that gentle and charismatic personality that irked him, that made him feel an ache in his chest that shouldn't ever have existed. But despite his better judgment, he settled on observing you from afar first before ultimately approaching you later down the line.

There was a certain uncertainty that blossomed in your odd and mismatched relationship that it made it nearly perfect in a way. You couldn't touch eachother, and yet this indescribable connection you two had kept you closer than any physical one could have. Lucky him, right? That depended on how he felt about your main ability.

As odd as it was, he never felt threatened by it. You two worked in the same division. And even if you wanted to consume him... well what was the point of that? You were the only human he actively saw as a complete equal and you did the same to him. Angel was no "meal" for you... although, if it came down to it, he wouldn't care if you consumed him for your own safety ultimately.

He knows that something so good can't go on forever and that eventually, one of you will slip up and annihilate the other on accident... or perhaps on purpose? It was another thing to ponder about, as he watched you give him a kind smile, fully aware of the danger that lied beneath you both.

But ignorance was bliss, no?

[moonbyulsstuff]

hello! if you want me to break this up for you I will!!

anyway, I want to request two sets of headcanons, if that's okay?

we have two YanSim fictives in our system, we have Osana (hiii!!!!) and Ayano... we are dating in our system

I know you said no character x character and I totally get it so stick with me I have a point

Ayano x fem reader who loves Yan-chan very much and supports her in every way possible and likes to play games with her (as in if Ayano kidnaps her, she breaks out but leaves a note saying "come catch me (:" with a bunch of hearts and Reader's just like... under the bed or something) and is in general genuinely just happy to be with Ayano even if she's... Not Mentally Well

Osana x fem reader who struggles with feeling any emotions at all around anyone but Osana, and, while being obsessed with her sure, does her level best to keep within Osana's boundaries and not really hurt her or make her uncomfortable in any serious way

if this isn't okay that's totally fine

don't worry about us being disappointed, we know no one can write us perfectly accurately and we don't expect you to write Osana and Ayano the Alters in the Spice Collective, we expect you to write Osana and Ayano from YanSim

please add your headcanons we LOVE headcanons

if there's not enough info, none of it's helpful, or there's too much lmk and I'll do what I can to fix it <33

all in all if you do this have fun with it bestiieee!!!!

Dating Osana Najimi and Ayano Aishi Headcanons.

Female Reader.

Requested by: @chilipowder9

Request Rules.

Masterlist.

Mostly used "you" in headcanons. Sorry if this is short.

Ayano Aishi:

The two of you... were not normal per say.

Ayano who's unable to feel emotions at all and will do anything to be with her love one and you...

Who's completely fine with Ayano's behavior, who doesn't see anything wrong with Ayano killing other people.

In fact, you encourage it. you indulge in it.

When you find out before you two got together, that she used many ways to get rid of her rivals just so she can be with you.

Instead of being afraid of your own being, disgusted and be in fear of Ayano.

You smiled, you congratulated her. You smiled and kissed her in the cheeks when you found out.

Ayano was shock per say, this wasn't the reaction she was expecting but she wasn't complaining.

After all, her girlfriend was happy on what she did just to get her love.

You two were happy and had fun in your relationship.

And what I mean by fun, is that you two have fun in ways a couple wouldn't.

Sometimes, Ayano would "kidnap" you just after school ends and act out a roleplay.

Sometimes you "break" free and leave a note, telling her to come and find you.

Whenever Ayano hears that someone else has taken an interest in you, she takes precautious measures to make sure you won't get stolen away from her.

Whenever it's blackmailing, murder, bullying, expelling etc.

And you would help her with it, whenever you found what she was doing.

It was kinda like a bonding moment between you two, strengthening your relationship together.

Since she knows what you like, waaayyy before you two started dating.

Ayano didn't have to ask nor figure out. She already knows, whatever you want. She'll get it for you.

Even if it's means murdering another person just for you.

Osana Najimi:

You were different, you couldn't feel any emotions at all.

It was hard to act like a normal person 'till you met her, Osana Najimi.

You did everything for her, you got rid of the other people that had took a liking to her.

You only wanted her to be the one with you.

And it worked.

After all the things you did, you confessed and she accepted your feelings.

She doesn't know of the devious things you had to do in order to get rid of the rivals.

You tried to act normal around her, let her know of the obsessive feelings you had for her.

You don't want to scare your beloved away.

Whenever you got jealous, you had to keep it a minimum to make sure, Osana doesn't get scared.

Your jealousy was a scary thing and it was something you didn't want Osana to ever find out.

You respected Osana's boundaries, you didn't want to over cross it and make her uncomfortable and hate you for it.

Gods know what you'll do if she ever hates you.

Its something you ever don't want to happen, ever.

Whatever Osana wants, you'll make sure she'll get.

You know everything about her after all, what kind of girlfriend you were if you didn't know what your precious girlfriend likes and wants?

You'll make sure no one come across you two, even if you murder a few people in the background.

[ranhaitanisgf]

HANAAA!!!!!!!! Congrats on 2k <33 I'M SO PROUD OF YOU For this eventt, may I request Enemies to lovers, the scene being seven minutes in heaven with BAJI!!! There's no specific scene I want SO HAVE FUN WRITING AND AGAIN CONGRATS ON 2K ILY <333333

— baji keisuke // enemies to lovers // seven minutes in heaven

[𖤐] first post of being back!! the first person i talked to after i got back on was sin, so i made sure to type up ur req first 😭 i will get through all of them trust!! baji might be a little ooc since i'm very rusty, but hopefully you all still enjoy!

wc: 2.3k+

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as soon as you walked into mikey’s house and saw a very familiar face, you could feel your eyebrow twitching as you turned to your side, the bubbling anger you were feeling seemingly leaking into the air. chifuyu, who was standing beside you, chuckled nervously as you gave him a piercing look. 

“chifuyu…what the hell kinda sick joke is this?! you told me that-” 

“wow, i think i see takemitchy over there! i think he’s looking for me! i should go and see what he wants!” before you could grab onto him and force an explanation out of him, he had deftly avoided you and walked straight into the small party, slipping through the crowd and disappearing. 

you sighed, scratching the nape of your neck for no particular reason as you tried to figure out what your next move was. you could just leave the party and pretend you never came, which at first thought seemed like the best idea. but after thinking about it for more than two seconds, you decided that you definitely didn’t want to give that sort of satisfaction to him, since it would most certainly make its way back to him that you had shown up at some point. 

and so, even though you could see baji keisuke laughing annoyingly loud in the distance, you decided to walk in anyways. 

i mean really, were you going to let some immature and stubborn prick keep you from having a good time? absolutely not. 

mingling with the rest of your friends had proved to make the choice worth it, especially since you had some absolutely priceless polaroid photos of mikey hanging from draken’s braid, (it would always prove a mystery how that managed to even happen in the first place). you’d decided to forgive chifuyu without much repercussion for him aside from a punch in the arm, which he took gracefully. 

you were sipping a mystery fruit punch when he took a break from dancing, leaning on the wall next to you. your eyes flicked over to him before you rolled your eyes in faux annoyance. 

“still can’t believe you betrayed me like that matsuno. in your heart, you truly are a traitor.” the corners of lips turned down into a frown, shaking your head at him as you looked away. you couldn’t see him, but you could almost picture his eyes rolling. 

“y’know, you and baji-san really need to get over whatever thing you guys are hung up on. i didn’t tell you he would be here for your own good, just so you know.” you snorted at the response.

“wooooow, yeah, definitely for my own good…even though i literally hate his guts-” 

“is this little twerp botherin’ ya chifuyu?” a deep voice suddenly interrupted. 

oh dear god. 

you immediately shot a look of disgust to baji, who had made his way over to the two of you. there was a taunting smirk on his face as he stared you down. you feigned throwing up at the sight of him, which only made him chuckle a bit as he lowered his face to your level, that same smirk still spread across his lips. 

very luscious lips…..

“is getting to my height supposed to intimidate me orr…?” you questioned, raising a brow as you took another sip of fruit punch, seemingly unbothered by his presence, (you were very much bothered to even be seeing his face). 

“nah, i just think you got somethin’ in your teeth, (l/n).” he chuckled. your eyes immediately widened as you held a hand up to your mouth, running your tongue over your teeth to feel for any sort of debris. baji leaned back, the same damn infuriating smirk stuck on his face as he said something to chifuyu. you didn’t catch it though; you were too busy trying to see if there really was something in your teeth.

“everyone get over here, we’re gonna play seven minutes in heaven!” you suddenly heard mikey shout, (was his voice slurring or were you crazy?). you looked over at chifuyu, raising a brow at him. he merely shrugged at you, walking over to where everyone else was beginning to sit in a circle. 

you joined him, sitting to his side as you looked around, wondering how this was going to work with 90% of the circle being, well…dudes. draken sat next to you, muttering the same wonderance under his breath, making you snort a bit. 

before you could comment on it, chifuyu leaned over to you, an amused yet sheepish look on his face. “by the way, you don’t actually have anything in your teeth…” 

“what!?” you whisper-yelled. a rambunctious laugh came from baji, who was sitting on chifuyu’s other side, laughing quite animatedly at your expense. 

this is exactly why i don’t like that fool. 

“you stupid asshole!! i swear to god, you never get less infuriating, do you!?” 

“it ain’t my fault if you don’t have a sense of humor, (l/n)!” baji snickered. “you shoulda seen the look on your face!” you glared at him, and you might have even swung at him, (it wouldn’t have been the first time) if it wasn’t for mikey stumbling into the middle of the circle, placing an empty soda bottle on the ground. 

“i think you all know the rules, and if you don’t, then i guess too bad! we’re gonna start nowww, so make sure you guys get ready to pucker up~!” multiple groans were heard from everyone at mikey’s cheeky remark, along with urges for him to just get on with it and spin the bottle. 

“oh, before we start, (y/n)-chan! can you take my spot over there instead? i wanna sit next to draken!” mikey whined. 

he really reminded you of a toddler at times like these. 

“yeah, yeah, sure.” you muttered, hauling yourself up and moving over across the circle. 

“yayyyy thank you!” 

as you sat down again, you began to think that there was something…alcoholic in the fruit punch. your head felt quite a bit fuzzy, and when you were walking it was a little bit harder to place your feet where you wanted them to go. you’d probably be fine though, no sweat. 

yeahhhh, it’s fine. 

“psst, (y/n), you’re up!” sitting to your right was mitsuya, who had nudged you a little bit to get your attention. there was a bit of an amused smile on his face, making you question what had happened in the moment you’d spaced out. 

“huh?” 

“you and baji got chosen by the bottle.” 

“oh alright i guess…” you mumbled, smacking your cheeks to wake up a little bit. it took a moment after that to register what mitsuya had said. “wait, what!?” you yelled, shooting up. you stumbled a bit as you stood up, but you didn’t even care about that at the moment. your eyes locked onto baji, who was already standing. his aura radiated annoyance; he wasn’t even looking at you. 

“whatever, let’s just get this over with already.” he muttered. your mouth opened and closed, trying to form a sentence. 

this is totally a setup! 

you didn’t get a chance to do anything else before someone shoved you out of the circle and in the direction of the closet. 

“wait- why do i have to-!” a final shove secured you into the closet, making you almost trip over your own feet as you tried to get a sense of balance back. there wasn’t even a second to prepare yourself before someone was shoved on top of you, making the both of you topple over and hit the wall. your head slammed against it particularly hard, making your vision go blurry for a moment as you looked to the door. 

“goddamnit, chifuyu…” you mumbled. you furrowed your brows as you felt a dull pulsing pain in your head, likely stemming from the fall and also whatever alcohol that was probably put in the punch bowl. 

oh great. this is just great. 

you tried to squirm out from under baji, who had unceremoniously been tossed on top of you. it was to no avail though; you had neither the energy nor the strength to do that. 

“you mind getting up off me…? you’re heavy as hell.” 

“yeah yeah, i’m goin’. jesus, why are they so serious about this weird shit…” baji lifted himself off of you, and as your eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, you could see him holding out his hands to find a wall to lean on. he didn’t have to try very hard; the closet was so small that his hands could touch both walls. 

you went to lift yourself, but the dull pain in your head turned into a pounding, making you shift into a sitting position instead. a groan slipped through your lips as you closed your eyes, your fingers going to massage your temples in a futile attempt to soothe the pain. 

“y’alright there?” 

“my head hurts like a bitch, but other than that. yeah.” silence swept over the two of you after your rather curt response, leaving the atmosphere a bit tense. you felt a bit awkward about the situation; you were basically mortal enemies, so what were either of you supposed to say? 

you just hoped he couldn’t hear your heart beating a little faster than normal. 

okay, so, maybe you didn’t completely hate him, but in your defense, it was completely warranted. i mean, even as an elementary schooler, who just goes around telling everyone in the grade that you had a crush on him?! oh, that’s right, him. sure, maybe it was an immature reason to go through all of this, but you were not one to let a grudge go easily, even if that grudge is all the way from elementary school. 

the two of you sat in silence for a little while longer before he finally spoke. 

“so how long you gonna keep this little act up?” 

“excuse me?” you scoffed. “what in the world are you even talking about-”

“oh come on (y/n), you can’t seriously think that we’re actually ‘enemies’ or whatever you go around to tellin’ people.” his casual use of your first name made your heart skip a beat, but you ignored it. 

“i’m not that shallow that i would just go around saying things that i don’t mean, for your information. you might not have known then, but that betrayal of trust is not something that i just go around forgiving so easily, especially since you’re so infuriating now.” baji barked out a sharp laugh at your response, sending a surge of annoyance through you. 

he leaned down towards you, shortening the distance between the two of you significantly. even though he probably couldn’t see you, you still quirked a brow, wondering what he was up to. you could faintly see a smirk on his face as he rested his head on his hand, his eyes dark eyes staring at you. 

it almost felt like his eyes were staring right at your soul, making a small shiver go down your spine. 

“heh, you’re a lot more stubborn than i ever gave you credit for, (y/n). i didn’t seriously think that you were still hung up on that.” 

“still hung up on that?? what in the world else would i even be-” 

“do you wanna know why i did that?” 

“...what?” the smirk on his face turned into a softer smile playing on his lips, although his eyes still showed a glint of playfulness. 

“you heard me. do you wanna know?” 

“sure, why not.” 

it’s like you could really have any reason to warrant doing something like that anyways. 

“it’s cause i liked you, stupid.” 

it’s probably the last words you ever expected him to say. 

what…

you just stared at him, mouth open, no words forming to even try and respond to him. 

“you’re seriously that surprised? man, i thought chifuyu was jokin’...” baji’s head dropped down as he let out a loud sigh, his fingers weaving through his hair. 

“...i mean…what the hell was i supposed to think baji…” you managed to get out, looking to the side out of pure embarrassment. now that you knew, you just felt silly and stupid, shame flooding through you. of course; he was an elementary school boy, so of course he would go and brag about it to everyone. 

“i guess i sent some mixed signals there; sorry (y/n). do you accept though?” 

“accept what?” baji scoffed at you and rolled his eyes playfully, leaning forward to flick your forehead. 

“ow!” 

“my feelings, duh. do i have to spell everything out for you?” he looked at you expectantly, patiently waiting for an answer, (which was very unlike him). 

“i-uh, well-”

“time’s up, lovebirds!” a knock from the door interrupted you, and there was only a moment before the door was opened, flooding the small closet with light. you squinted your eyes, the light seeming too bright after being in darkness for a while. 

“so, did you guys get over your feud yet, or are you guys still enemies?” chifuyu asked, a somewhat knowing look on his face as he looked at baji kneeling in front of you. the boy in front of you merely stood up, grinning while he helped you up. 

“i guess we’ll have to see.” his fingers slid between yours, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the closet, past chifuyu, past the party and outside. 

the cool air of the night hit your face as the two of you walked, sobering you up a little bit and making you realize that baji was still holding your hand. you tried to free it from his gasp, but he held a firm grip, finally slowing down and stopping to face you. a boyish smile was on his face, making your cheeks heat up as he held steady eye contact that you couldn’t look away from. 

“so, what’ll it be, (y/n)?”

[not-the-living-ghost]

Favorite episode from dbd?

My favorite episode is probably Episode 7. It's just such an emotional rollercoaster, from start to finish. There's the staircase scene, the Simon scene, the flashback to when Charles first met Edwin, and so, so much more.

The acting in this episode absolutely blew me away — specifically George Rexstrew's performance as Edwin — and the scriptwriting was absolutely phenomenal.

The cinematography was breathtaking and incredibly clever. I loved the way that they shot the different scenes in Hell, angling and twisting the camera to evoke whatever emotion was intended. There were so many different nuances and details that were added into this one episode — so much so that I'd probably have to make a post about about each one separately.

One scene in this episode that I think is thoroughly underappreciated is the scene with Simon and Edwin. This scene meant so much to me, as a queer person, especially as someone who's gone through a crap ton of internalized homophobia (although I can't say I've sacrificed any of my classmates to a demon over it). Seeing something like that portrayed in media in a way that was so real and raw was insanely meaningful to me.

I feel like this small subplot of the show perfectly represents how the show blends fantasy and reality. Dead Boy Detectives is a supernatural show with supernatural characters. The main characters are ghosts, their friend is a psychic, and they're constantly under the threat of an evil witch. However, the show tackles so many real life issues (issues such as homophobia, racism, and domestic violence), and they do it with a level of grace that perfectly balances fiction and reality. The Simon scene perfectly demonstrates this.

I also appreciated the way that the showriters went about dealing with Simon's internalized homophobia. Generally speaking, when people suggest that homophobes themselves are likely queer, they mean it as a joke, or an insult. "You're homophobic, so you must be gay," and they'll simply laugh at the disgusted reaction — which is, in it of itself, simply another provocation of homophobia. Dead Boy Detectives, however, went at this from a different angle. Because yes, homophobes themselves can be queer — internalized homophobia does not discriminate, ironically enough — but Dead Boy Detectives took this narrative and flipped it on its head. They took the common trope of the homophobe being secretly in the closet, and further delved into what that truly meant for everyone involved. They explored the destructive reality of internalized homophobia for someone like Simon without, at the same time, undermining the struggle and torment that Edwin was put through. And the fact that they did all of this in the span of just 10 minutes is absolutely mindboggling to me.

Episode 7 had a little bit of everything, and I loved it so so much <33

This post ended up being three paragraphs longer than I expected, and I went off on a bit of a tangent there, but this was fun to write 😭😭