#Mr. Flower reacting to you kissing them

[ilikemytittieswithmilk]

Mr. Flower reacting to you kissing them(CRINGE WARNING CRINGE WARNING)

Cringey headcanons of my OWN oc cuz I can!

I feel like he would just stare at you blankly lol, like he would be: 🙂

Or probably just ruffle his petals on your face affectionately

Also some cringe lore on my oc

Mr. Flower is my weirdcore ville oc of void-008(just go to my archive and scroll all the way down to see the stories), he kills students who don’t answer his 100-1000 questions, and y/n in that AU is his favorite, he gives them soil even tho y/n is human, he doesn’t know shit about humans lol, also his fav snack is dirt, duh.

And BONUS!

[gloomwitchwrites]

(I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, but here goes nothing)

For Imagines and What Ifs, how do you think the 141 men would react to you wanting to keep your last name after you got married?

Would be they be chill about having separate names? Would they be hurt that you don't want their last name? Would they suggest a hyphenated last name as a compromise? Or (my personal fave) would they change their last name instead?

Greetings, anon! You absolutely submitted a request correctly! I adore this idea. I love thinking about any of these men as married men and what they're like in that regard. I can easily see this prompt having angst and fluff. What I would like to do is answer the last half of the prompt. Those are four distinct questions, and four distinct ideas, and I think each of them matches to one of the 141 guys in turn. That is how I would like to tackle this request (if you don't mind).

I'm sure my selections might not match up with everyone's opinion but that's why fanfiction is so wonderful. We can all have different ideas and HCs and they are all valid in their own way.

Enjoy!! I had so much fun with this one!! Presented in four drabbles.

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Task Force 141 x Reader

Content & Warnings: established relationship, fluff, light angst, married life

Word Count: 400

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John "Soap" MacTavish

“You don’t want to take my last name?” He sounds hurt, and that breaks your heart.

“It’s not personal, Johnny. I’ve earned my title.”

“I know,” he says softly. “You worked hard. But—” Johnny sighs and rubs his chin. He glances away, clearly growing agitated.

“I love you,” you murmur, kissing his cheek.

Johnny melts a bit, kissing you back. “I’d like to call you Mrs. MacTavish.”

“And you can,” you reply softly. “Sometimes.”

“Like when?”

You need to turn his mood around. Leaning in, you playfully nip at his bottom lip. “When we’re alone. In the bedroom.”

Johnny grins.

John Price

“We need to talk about this, John. I feel like you’re avoiding the conversation.”

John’s tea mug pauses just before reaching his lips. “Avoiding what conversation?”

“About me keeping my last name,” you reply, crossing your arms

John sighs and places the mug on the counter. “You can do what you want.”

“Does it not upset you?” you ask cautiously.

“Not upset, love,” he says softly. “You’re a grown woman. I’ll respect what you want.”

You step up to him, one hand pressed to his waist. “Sure about that?”

John leans forward, stealing a kiss. “I’m more than sure, love.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“I don’t want to change my last name, Simon. It’s…special to me.”

Simon stands stoic and calm. He understands. Names are important. They carry memory. Sometimes good ones. Sometimes bad.

“That’s your choice,” replies Simon slowly.

“You’re not upset?”

“I’ll respect whatever you decide.”

Your sigh of relief is soft and calming. This has been a burden for you.

“What if I take your last name?”

You frown. “What?”

Simon repeats the question.

“You want that?”

“I do,” answers Simon firmly.

Names are important. Names carry memory.

Riley is Simon’s father's name. It would be a relief to shed it.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“How do you feel about a compromise?” Kyle asks softly. “Instead of us keeping our last names.”

It’s a conversation the two of you have had repeatedly after saying “I do.” You want to keep your last name, and while Kyle respects it, you sense he’s not entirely happy about it.

“A compromise? What are you thinking?”

“Hyphenate them.”

“Really?” you laugh.

“Yeah,” he grins. “My name first or yours. Doesn’t matter. A bit of both of us.”

You rest your head against his shoulder. “I can see it.”

“Be the same for our kids.”

“I like it,” you reply.

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[slasherstories123]

Hii this is the first time I make a request. Can you make slashers(your choices hehe) react to S/O making a plushie that look just like them? Thank you :)

Slashers reaction to their S/O making a plushie of them

Paring: Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair,Lester Sinclair, and Brahms Heelshire x reader

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A/N: When you said dolls it made me think of crochet dolls, but if not then I’m sorry😭💗

Jason Voorhees

Very curious. He's curious about the process of you making the plushie once tibeas given to him.

Jason loves the plushie, even carrying it around like it’s his own child and will even sleep with it besides his teddy bear that was given by his mother.

He’ll hug you to no end as his way of saying thank you

If you were to make another plushie he’d want to watch you make it so he could make one of you, it was terribly made but it was his first time… and it’s the thought that counts

He’ll be forever grateful because it’s the fact that you wanted to make the plushie and haven’t had any sort of gift in years ever since his mother was killed, it’ll possibly even make him emotional just the thought of him receiving any gifts after being called a monster or freak.

Michael Myers

He’s giving you so many head tilts of confusion

All he can think about is why? Why are you making it, he knows you love him, but that far to make a plushie?

He’ll keep it of course but you won’t see him around with it, he probably has it put up on your dresser.

Will he stare? Yea. He’ll stare at you through the whole process of making it. Once it’s done he’ll definitely see something missing. Going in the kitchen to get the largest knife and give it to you.

You’d have to stifle a laugh and make a large knife that will fit the doll to fit his liking, handing it up to up for his own approval.

He’d take the doll and hold it by its head. Placing it on his shoulder.

He’d walk around the house with it on his shoulder, surprisingly, it doesn’t fall off.

Vincent Sinclair

Loves it.

Vincent keeps anything you give him, even if it’s a a half head flower you saw outside he’ll keep it even if it’s shriveled up into nothing

At first he’s curious since he never knows you could make things like he could. Once you show him how you do it, just know he’ll also make you one as well so you both can have plushies of each other

He’s rather good at it for the first time but often cuts his fingers so you’d have to stop him just to patch them up or to make sure he isn’t bleeding

He’ll often watch you make them since it’s satisfying in his opinion to watch. Just have music play in the background while you work he could stare for hours and not get bored at all.

Lester Sinclair

Lester literally laughs at the sight of it

It’s more of a surprise laugh since he didn’t expect you to make a doll that’s exactly like him, he loves it and will give you the tightest hug known to mankind

Even press kissed all over your face happily, mustache sloppy but they’re still kisses 🤷🏾‍♀️

He’ll even call the doll “Lester Jr” and will have it in his truck… or will carry it everywhere but will also have it in his truck since it reminds him of you

He’ll hug it to no end, even in his sleep, or he’ll have you hold onto it while he curls up besides you to sleep

Brahms Heelshire

It would be hard for you to even make it since he’ll sometimes take the tools away just so he can get your attention.

Once he settled down… hopefully. He’ll watch while having the porcelain doll of himself in his lap. Holding onto it until you finished with the doll you were currently making yourself.

Just like with the porcelain doll, he expects you to be careful even though it isn’t as fragile as the one he has

It’s a doll, and it was made by you. He wants it to be taken care of of since it resembles him.

As his way of a thank you, he’ll give you one perfectly made as well, and it has more details of your features that you don’t even pay attention to.

[illbegottenfaith]

for the rose and the pearl (a I'm Not That Girl inspired fic)

attending Mattheo's wedding with Theo makes you realise you're not the girl he could truly build a happy life with (theo nott x reader)

Part 1 | Part 2

a/n - so my plan to write shorter drabbles backfired spectacularly 😭😭 I'm suchhh a slut for multiple meanings in a theme - I'm not that girl who's just going to cheer you on from the sidelines. I'm not that girl who's pretty/glamorous to be on your arm. IM NOT THAT GIRL WHO STILL KNOWS HOW TO LOVE YOU 😭😭😭😭😭 anyways enjoyyy :)))

tropes/warnings - angst, tw alcohol

word count - 2.6k

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True to his word, Theo let you pay for your dress. And yet, a week before the wedding, you receive a charming set of pearls, courtesy of one Mr. Theodore Nott.

"Thin ice," you say to him as a means of greeting at the wedding. He bends down to kiss your cheek in hello, and when he steps back you see him grinning. His gaze flicks down to the pearls around your neck.

"Whatever for?"

After the quick hello, he's almost immediately pulled away again into his best man duties. You drift around, saying hi to a few familiar faces. In fact, you only find him again while exploring the venue.

You spy the groomsmen gathered near the entrance of the reception hall, a loose circle of dark suits and polished shoes, some fixing their cornflower boutonnieres, others already nursing drinks.

Theo stands in the middle of them, one hand in his pocket, looking effortlessly put together with his crisp sky-blue pocket square - that is, except for the small white rose in his hand, still separate from his lapel. He rolls it between his fingers absently, half-listening to whatever joke Enzo is telling.

You know you shouldn’t care. You know you shouldn’t notice the way it’s just slightly crumpled from where he’s been holding it for too long, fidgeting with it restlessly, like he hasn’t thought to ask for help, like he’s waiting for someone else to step in.

“Here,” you say anyway, stepping forward before you can think better of it.

Theo barely reacts as you pluck the flower out of his slack grip. He only shifts slightly, angling himself toward you, allowing you to close the space between you as you pin it into place.

You focus on the task at hand, on the fine, expensive fabric beneath your fingers, on making sure the flower is positioned just right. You don’t look at him, and if you feel his warm breath ghosting over your skin, you don't show it.

But he looks at you.

You feel it - the weight of his gaze, the way he watches you like it’s the most natural thing in the world for you to be doing this for him, the way you've done it a hundred times before.

And that’s when it appears. That quiet, unwelcome thought.

This isn’t who I am anymore.

Because it’s not just a boutonniere. It’s the way this feels too familiar, too easy - slipping into an old version of yourself, one who smoothed Theo’s collar without thinking, who fixed his tie before he headed out the door, the one who looked after him like it was just second nature.

Years have passed. You thought you had clawed out, escaped, and yet the second he comes running back to you, you’re back here, in his orbit, making sure he looks good for a moment that isn’t even yours.

And the worst part? He anticipates it.

Not in an entitled way. Not because he thinks it’s your job. But because this is how it’s always been. Because he still sees you as that girl. The one who stands beside him, just slightly behind. The one who makes things easier for him. The one who's ready to cheer him on from the sidelines. The one who's agreeable enough to not take up any more space than he could afford.

But that's just it, wasn't it? You weren't ready to give up a life of your own for his. You tolerated it until you started resenting him for it. He hadn't understood it then. He probably didn't understand it now. Either way, it didn't matter. It was too late.

“There.” You finish pinning the boutonniere, stepping away before the moment can stretch too thin.

Theo glances down at it briefly, then back at you. His lips part, like he might say something. But then someone else claps him on the back, congratulating him on something, and just like that, the moment passes.

You slip away, back into the crowd, back into yourself.

You don’t look back.

The wedding is beautiful and the reception is a vivid, lively affair. You run into so many old friends and made so many new ones that you hardly felt the lack of Theo. You rather enjoy the swing band, but now the music is shifting into something slow, sweeping - a song made for moments like this.

Couples drift onto the dance floor, drawn in by the soft pull of violin strings bathed in candlelight. You’re content watching from your seat, half-listening to the slightly obscure conversation at your table until a hand extends into your view.

Theo.

You hadn't seen him since his toast, after which his attention had been demanded by a thousand other people for reasons that had nothing to do with his fame. Even at Hogwarts, people seemed drawn in by his aloof sincerity despite his somewhat reserved demeanour. You didn't mind watching him thrive in his element - you were more than happy in the company of the sparkling liquor at your table and friends-of-friends you'd only heard of.

Now, you blink up at him, a little dazed. Perhaps it would have been wise to stay a little more sober. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a shadow in his dark eyes. A quiet insistence.

“Dance with me.”

It’s not really a question. Your first instinct is to say no, but something in the way he looks at you makes you pause.

So you take his hand.

His palm is warm with a familiar roughness as it guides yours. He leads you onto the dance floor with a practiced ease, slotting a hand against your waist as if this is something you've done a hundred times before. As if this is something you still do.

It shouldn’t feel so effortless. It shouldn’t be this easy, falling into step with him. But it is.

The rest of the room falls away.

For a while, neither of you speak. The silence between you isn’t unfamiliar—it’s lived in, worn down by time. But it doesn’t settle the way it used to. There’s something restless underneath, roaming and nervous. You wonder if he can feel it too.

His hand tightens slightly at your waist, the smallest of gestures, but it makes something twist deep in your chest.

“People will talk,” you murmur, more to fill the space than anything else.

He doesn’t even glance around. “Let them.”

Easy for him to say. He more than looks the part of someone meant to be here - sharp suit, easy confidence, the kind of presence that draws attention like gravity. He belongs in ways you can only dream of.

Your dress is simple. Pretty, but not remarkable. Not the kind of thing people would take a second look at. And yet, standing beside him, in the center of the dance floor, you can feel the weight of glances which linger too long.

You know what they see.

A girl in borrowed glamour, playing pretend in someone else’s world. A fleeting guest on the arm of someone who’s only ever been untouchable. They’re probably wondering the same thing you are - why he asked you to dance in the first place.

You draw Theo closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as you press your cheek into the crook of his neck. Anything to hide your face from him. For the first time in years, you feel inadequate.

“Relax.” You feel Theo's voice vibrate through his chest, low, almost amused, like he can read every thought passing through your mind.

"I am," you rasp. It's an unconvincing sound even to your own ears. Y

ou begin to wish you hadn't agreed to this. It was a stupid reminder of the trophy wife you never knew how to be.Despite what he might think, you hadn't abandoned your relationship at the first sign of strife. You tried - Merlin, you tried - squeezing yourself into a box to make even more room for him. But eventually, you had to accept that you just weren't that girl - the one who was glamorous yet self-fulfilled enough to be seen on his arm.

He imperceptibly slides his hand up your back. “You look fine.”

It’s a throwaway comment, a dismissive sort of reassurance. It shouldn’t matter. And yet, you feel the familiar sting of something old, something buried, something you promised yourself to forget. A part of you missed this, missed him, so here you were, play-acting at being man and wife.

The music swells, and he turns you effortlessly in time with it. You move like muscle memory, feet gliding through the motions without thinking.

Maybe this is why you said yes - because of the way his hand fits against yours, or the way his gaze softens when he thinks you’re not looking. Because the two of you can't help but work this well together.

You exhale, carefully schooling your expression into something even as you pull back to face him. “I wasn’t asking for your opinion.”

Theo’s mouth lifts at the corner—barely a smirk, but there’s something knowing in it. He doesn’t reply.

The song begins to fade, the final notes melting into the hum of the reception. Theo slows to a stop, fingers loosening around yours, and something flickers in his expression. Like he wants to say something. Like he’s looking at you - really looking, as if for the first time.

But then someone calls his name from across the room. His attention flickers, just for a second, but it’s enough. The moment shifts and dissolves.

Tomorrow you'll wake up in a cold, empty bed with aching feet. The both of you will go back to living your separate lives, but each night you'll wonder if tonight was a dream that never really happened.

You step back, slipping out of his hold before he can do it first. Before the silence between you turns into something else.

“Thanks for the dance,” you say lightly, already turning.

You don’t look back to see if he watches you go. And if your hands still feel warm where he held them, well - that’s nobody’s business but yours.

The reception hall is empty now, save for the two of you. The candles have burned low, wax pooling in their gilded holders, and the last of the champagne sits in your glass, its fizz whispering in the quiet. The music stopped a while ago. So did the dancing, the toasts, and the laughter of people whose love doesn’t come with fine print and hidden clauses.

But you’re still here. And so is Theo.

He’s warm beside you, your shoulder tucked into his as he leans back in his chair, one arm slung lazily across the back of yours. The night has left you both a little drunk, a little drowsy, a little too comfortable in each other’s company. Even with the buzz of the drinks, it's getting harder and harder to ignore the chill creeping up your arms. You don’t remember when you started leaning into him, but he hasn’t moved away. You hope he doesn't anytime soon.

He turns his head, eyeing what's left of the extravagantly lavish cake. "Seven tiers, half of which will go uneaten," Theo mutters, voice threaded with amusement. "It is Mattheo's wedding, after all. Why have enough when you can have far too much?"

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head against his shoulder. "Like you're one to talk about...excesses."

Theo gives a long-suffering sigh.

"Is that what you think of me? Excessive?"

"I think," you say in a tone of faux innocence, "you don't want to know what I think of you."

He groans and throws his head back, eliciting a laugh from you. It's a strangely effective balm, this good-natured ribbing, or maybe it's the alcohol. You swirl the last sip of champagne in your glass. The gold catches the light, shimmering against the crystal, and you think—not for the first time tonight—how easy this is. How easy it always was with him.

Maybe it’s the champagne. Maybe it’s the quiet. Maybe it’s the fact that the wedding is over, and yet you’re still here, wrapped up in Theo like a memory, like you’ve forgotten that you were just supposed to be his date for the night.

"You’re warm," you murmur, shifting slightly to press closer.

He huffs a laugh. "You’re drunk."

"Just tipsy." You look up at him, eyes heavy-lidded. "Big difference."

The alcohol has made your consciousness deliciously blurry. You become aware of the cold, rigid surface of your shoes pressing against your aching feet. In your mind's eye, you see your slippers melting off your feet, clear as glass, dripping diamonds which promise to wound your feet.

But you're still curled up with Theo, perched on some delicate fence between exes or something more, and even now, years on, you know he won't let you fall - he never did and he never would.

If only things were the same with you.

You were no longer the girl who knew how to love Theo the way you once did, wholly and purely. You wished you were. Tears gather under your eyelashes like crystals, heavy with remorse. You wished you knew how. For the love of God, wouldn't someone tell you how?

He watches you for a beat longer than he should.

And then his hand comes up, slow enough that you could stop him if you wanted to. His knuckles ghost over your jaw, then his fingers slip beneath your chin, tilting your face toward his.

You should stop him.

But the champagne is warm in your veins, his bedroom eyes are the worst kind of drug and the way he looks at you—like he still remembers exactly how you take your tea, like he still knows how to make you laugh even when you don’t want to—makes you hesitate just long enough for his lips to brush yours.

It’s not desperate. Not hurried. Just a quiet thing, lingering at the edges of something once lost.

For a moment, you let yourself sink into it.

For a moment, it’s easy to forget.

But then the thought creeps in—quiet, insidious.

I’m not that girl.

Not the girl he wants or the girl he needs.

You pull away before the thought can swallow you whole.

Theo blinks, exhaling like he hadn’t realized he was holding his breath. It almost sounds like disappointment. He doesn’t say anything, just watches you with something unreadable in his eyes.

You don’t resent him for this. Not anymore.

It’s not his fault you still feel the echoes of something that should have faded years ago.

And it’s not your fault that you know better now.

[faulty-writes]

Maybe some headcanons where Bakugou, Tamaki, and Mirio are hit by a quirk that makes them behave mostly the opposite of themselves for a few days to a week.

Bakugou is kind and gentle towards the reader and so visibly in love. He's become quite the gentleman!

Tamaki is super energetic, extremely romantic, and declares his affections in front of at least his entire class.

And Mirio is so very, very gloomy but he's practically attached to the reader and says they're, "One of the precious few rays of light left in this gray, gray world."

[ I really like this request. Hah, personality changes are the best! ]

Katsuki's behavior shocked everyone, including you. Being his usual hot-headed self, he ended up in a quirk accident that changed his personality. When Mr. Aizawa assured you, the effects would be only temporary, you were grateful because Katsuki acting so…sweet, and gentle was just as frightful as when he was his usual self.

Normally, he would be protective of you, but now it's different. "Here, I don't want you to get wet," he said, holding the umbrella over you while he got soaked. "Nothing will happen to me, but someone like you shouldn't be caught out in the rain," he smiled sweetly at you while you trembled in response.

If someone talked to you in the wrong way, he'd pull you close and say, "Please don't speak that way to Y/n, they mean a lot to me, yeah?" Despite this, his loving gaze resembled his angry one and you tried to believe that the real Katsuki Bakugou was still somewhere inside him.

"Let's cuddle!" he would announce bluntly, no matter who was around. If you didn't respond fast enough, he'd pull you into his lap by force. He'd have his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

There was more thought put into your dates and he showed a greater interest in your hobbies. He would take you to your favorite restaurant or spend the evening in the dorm reading or watching a movie. He didn't get angry when others commented on how romantic or sappy he was, unlike before.

He could only react in anger when the effects of the quirk wore off and everyone shared the stories of what he did. "What the hell do you mean I did all that!?" He demanded, explosions sounding from his hands. It was only natural for you to smile because you missed the hotheaded Katsuki.

"Stay close to me, I love you so much…you're so kind and sweet and I can't bear to be apart from you!" To say Tamaki's reaction was surprising would be an understatement. It was like his hero persona times a thousand when he talked so bluntly about his affection for you. But his sudden personality change was credited to a quirk incident.

"I got these for you! They're so gorgeous, just like you. I…I just wanted to thank you for being my biggest fan and….love. I love you so much! I don't care who knows it!" He said after marching over to your desk in the morning and presenting you with the largest bouquet of flowers you had ever seen.

"Wow, another love letter for you! Guess this quirk accident brought out the more loving side of Amajiki, huh?" Nejire teased. It was clear she meant no harm, but Tamaki's love letters were beginning to get out of control. Since the incident, you must have found one to two in your locker every day.

During training exercises, it was normal for friends to cheer for you, but Tamaki took that to another level. The fact that he shouted your name enthusiastically and formed letters with his tentacles was endearing, but it was also distracting.

"Don't rub it off this time, okay!" He said, pressing a small kiss against your cheek. "I just want to kiss you forever!" he exclaimed trailing kisses across your reddened face. You hoped you wouldn't have to adjust to his lack of shame when it came to public affection.

"T-that's horrifying! W-why would I d-do all that!?" He squeaked out, hiding his face behind his hands as he appeared to be close to a panic attack. While part of you missed the proud and outspoken Tamaki, this version was the one you loved.

A quirk incident transformed Mirio into an emotional rollercoaster in a whole new way, and all the good parts of his personality vanished, leaving only doom and gloom behind.

As a result, he lost all his confidence and motivation, not to mention he questioned his purpose as a hero. "Don't get me wrong…having a quirk is great…but…my quirk is just so lame compared to others and if I don't have a cool, flashy quirk..then what's the point?" You wondered whether those were his real thoughts or if his mind was also thrown back to middle school.

"You're truly my only source of sunshine…the rest of this world is…dull and gray to me…" Mirio sought your company whenever and wherever he could, he didn't care if others were watching when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, almost as if he was trying to hide from the gray world he described.

As his self-confidence dwindled, he refused to attend class and skipped hero training. To your surprise, he began discussing new dreams unrelated to his previous lifelong dream of becoming a hero. These included exploring new interests and hobbies and you could only remain supportive.

"I can't stand this gloomy world without you. If you left…I don't know what I'd do…I'd just wither away," you assumed this was his way of expressing his gratitude that you hadn't abandoned him during the long week following the quirk accident.

"Hah! Wow, really? I can't believe that quirk accident made me think so negatively about becoming a hero and yes, my quirk may not be flashy but I can still save the world," he said after all the quirk effects wore off. Then he poked your nose and with a cheesy grin said, "Thanks for putting up with me! I totally owe you one!"

[mid-stars]

Dan heng x reader

Lingering moment

Today fated at last. .. Across the Aeons and the stars.. You finally died.

The moment of your death was no news towards others.. Especially not to dan Heng.. Dan Heng... Your friend, your lover.. Your home...

Home... "Home will always be whenever we are together" is what you would say.. But you were gone.. No longer around to see him, to see them..

"Dan Heng." Himeko held his shoulder, he didn't say a word. Himeko nodded and left him be. The funeral was held during a special day, your anniversary. Dan Heng held onto your favourite flowers, grown and fresh just by him. Even the stellaron hunters came by to see your death.

Despite blade's longing for it.. He knew you were a great companion to all of them. Despite all of their wrongdoings you never hated them and helped them in a way. Sneak out sessions with silver wolf, shopping with Kafka, and even death talks with blade.. It was a shame you had left them.

Dan Heng had forgotten when your death had started. One moment he was in your arms, the next you were in his. You were just a grasp away and he failed.. He failed. Failed. Failed...

The first month was hard, he didn't eat until he was forced to, became even more silent, locked himself in your room, and wouldn't stop giving you simple notes.

The second month was a bit better, he came out a little more, ate regularly, talked a bit more and went into your room less. But even so, everyone could see the hollow in his eyes.

A knock was on the door when he was looking into your room "who is it?" He said with hidden annoyance "dan Heng, I found a letter for you" himeko said while sliding in some mail under the door for him. He picked it up.

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From : [name]

To : Dan heng

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Dan Heng slowly opened it, afraid it might break like a gentle glass. He squeezed the paper as he read through the words

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Dear dan Heng.

You might have noticed that by the time you've received this letter. I may have already died. A pity, I had wished a long life with you.. I know how you'd react to this "[name], stop playing around" and so on and so forth. I loved every moment with you. The way you would cup my cheeks, the way you would slowly kiss me through the maple trees.. Oh how I've missed you.. But you've missed me more..

Remember the day where you first board the express? It was a delightful day.. The day you found a home.. Home.. Home will always be wherever you and I are together.. But I cannot be your home forever dan Heng..

You love me right? Then grant me my last wish. Live on a life without me dan Heng.. Don't hold back the things you want to do just because you miss me.. Because I would be heartbroken to see you like that...

XOXO hellebore.

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"Dan Heng! What are you reading?" March exclaims as she tries to grab the paper "It's nothing of concern, March." Dan Heng puts the paper back in the envelope leaving March and the trailblazer dumbfounded. Right.. Your death was only a year ago

"Well... Whatever. Dan heng, Mr. Yang sent us to tell you we found a new recruit" the trailblazer says as they played their game. Dan Heng nodded, and kept putting his other files away. "We'll send the new recruit here, so you'll be able to have a little chat" March says as they both ran out of the room

Dan Heng scrolls back to the memory file you both had created for yourselves, one where he first was on the express, the first date, the second date, first month anniversary, your birthday, and "and you've kept your promise.."

Dan Heng turned around to see.. You.. "I'm back..." You smile.

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Hellebore flowers usually grow next to maple trees. And it is symbolized to be a meaning of peace, serenity and tranquility.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Mousey, I'm sure you've done the reaction of the vanilla and expanded spouses to the farmer's curse from Mr. Qi, but how about the rsv spouses? I'd be curious to see what they'd do about it ~~especially you know who *wink wink nudge nudge*~~ Also ngl I've been trying to come up with more silly ships with the vanilla and mod characters and having a blast in my mind. I've been throwing in Isaac, Jadu, Camilla, and Alesia there too for good measure because I think Isaac especially would suffer with certain characters 😂 istg it's like I'm a dog and he's my chewing toy

Hehee, I wouldn't mind hearing what other funny ships you have in mind 👀👀👀

Sorry for a long reply, it turned out WAY more than I had planned. Anyway, enjoy some headcanon, Lotus! And have a great day! 💕

RSV spouses react to the Qi fruit:

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Ian had been standing still for about two minutes now, keeping his eyes on the strange blue fruit that was ripening in the Farmer's seedbed. Because he could have sworn that the fruit winked at him.... with 'glasses'! And the handyman thought he'd seen it again. But at the third minute, Ian gave up and reckoned he was just wasting time. "I really don't understand anything about farming," Ian told Farmer, kissed them, and went to work.

Daia isn't the type to be surprised by strange magical fruits, flowers and berries. The Ridge Forest alone is filled with interesting plants with unusual properties. But this 'Qi' fruit... Hmph, even she hadn't seen anything like it. Being around this smirking blue fruit makes the ninja feel a tingling sensation on her skin - a sure sign that magic is involved. Oh, she can't wait to ask her dear Farmer to give her the fruit to examine, because she's so curious about it! She wondered if it would interest her Lady too...

"Wow... I knew you are a true professional at farming, hon, but to do something like this..." Honestly, Jeric was delighted at what his partner had grown and horrified at what his partner had grown. Because on the one hand - fruit with a face and sunglasses, that's awesome! And on the other hand.... why? He certainly wouldn't have imagined something like this on his own little farm in Ridgeside Village. And it's unlikely he had the knowledge to grow something like this. "....So, what does it taste like?"

Bryle was ashamed to admit it, but the first thing he did when he stepped onto the farmhouse porch was reflexively draw his service weapon and prepare to defend himself. Because the Governor's slightly sleepy bodyguard mistook the blue-faced crops in sunglasses for invaders or even dark spirits. Having already recovered from his shock and seeing the calm Farmer watering this very crop, Bryle felt that by asking what it was, he would get more questions than answers. So he was like: "Nope, not today" and went back to the farmhouse.

When some time ago Irene had only seen the sprouts with the not yet formed blue fruit, she was even intrigued to see what kind of 'unusual fruit' Farmer had planted and what the crop would taste like. Sweet, or maybe with sour notes? Only when she got the ripe fruit on the kitchen table, the Amethyne's personal chef was no longer so enthusiastic. This... fruits looks like a head and was looking at her. Irene's afraid to even touch the 'Qi' fruit, much less taste it. Her Madame would definitely not want such an.... exotic crop for dinner.

Sean decided it would be a hilarious to wreak havoc in the local social media groups with this fruit. So, with Farmer's permission, he took a picture of the ripened 'Qi fruit', posted the picture to social media without any description, and waited. An hour and a half in and Sean and Farmer were dying of laughter reading people's reactions, all sorts of conspiracy about the harvest and even memes (lol). He was also hoping someone would leave a comment about what the fruit was, because Farmer's explanation of "blue fruit from blue seeds from a blue man" wasn't a very clear answer.

"Alissa, my dear. What is this?" Alissa can't give a clear answer to her mother when she shows her the unusual fruit. It seems to Alissa that her dear spouse Farmer themself does not know the answer to this question. The girl was utterly perplexed, and neither her own knowledge of farming, nor a single book from the library about crops, helped her to find the answer. She hoped that Farmer had not used something harmful to grow this fruit...

"What's this abomination growing in your garden? Why is there foreign magic coming from that thing?" Jio is in full earnest preparing for a defensive pose with his katana, because that 'Qi' fruit looks like it's about to pounce on him and Farmer. Elf doesn't trust this crop, whatever it is in the first place. And when asked how Farmer grew this stuff in the first place, the answer struck Jio like lightning. "You... took strange seeds from a suspicious man and thought it would be a great idea to plant them?" Yeah, It's going to be a long conversation...

Not even strength and persuasion from Farmer will be enough to keep their spouse Maddie from her determination to get into the Water Research Facility & Laboratory with this strange fruit. Because the ginger girl has to find out what it is in the first place! After all, the lab assistant was also watching the process of the Qi fruit's growth, for she was curious about what Farmer was growing. And when the already ripe fruit showed its face with sunglasses, Maddie wants to show it to Aguar to see how to even classify it. Sigh, not Aguar, if he found out there was magic involved...

"Whoa... So creepy... It's like some kind of comic book villain." Phillip kept twisting and twisting the "Qi" fruit in his hands, looking at the "face" of the crop, and even tried to take off the "glasses". It didn't work, however, because it was like they were super glued on. Oh, well. And although the physical therapist is eager to find out what this miracle fruit tastes like, he still wants to take precautions and find some information about the Qi fruit, because maybe it's poisonous???

Blair nearly died laughing when she saw the face of the ripe blue fruit. "Yoba, what a bogeyman!" And how on earth did her partner Farmer manage to grow a fruit with a face like that? Oh, she wants to take a few if Farmer agrees. To taste it? No, the young fisherwoman had thought of a more fun use for this crop.... Such an ugly fruit would definitely be a good way to prank Keahi for the last prank, hee hee hee... Just a harmless joke, Blair promises!

...Anton thought at first that he hadn't fully woken up in the morning, and that he had just imagined a blue face on the kitchen table. Except that when the architect came back from the bathroom already fresh and invigorated from a cold shower, the face had not disappeared from the kitchen table. ...Ok, and then what? How should he even react? And should he even be reacting to this? Because Farmer is not perplexed by the strange fruit in any way, they treat it like a normal apple or banana. ...Alright, then. Anton silently hopes he doesn't get "sunglasses" from this fruit in his portion of salad.

Well done, Farmer, just great! Making Flor nearly faint because they decided to put some ripe Qi fruit on the dinner table before going to bed, without warning the red-haired spouse for doing so. The poor, sleepy girl wanted to drink a glass of water at midnight, but she ended up throwing it all on the floor and screaming, mistaking the fruit for human heads. Now Farmer is ashamed now... And rightly so - they shouldn't scare Flor like that!

Kiarra's face twisted at what she saw. "Honey, you didn't use any fertiliser or seeds from Joja, right? You didn't take anything from them?" Her first guess as to the origin of this strange fruit was immediately the much disliked greedy company with the blue logo. Joja always like to spoil pump vegetables and fruits with all sorts of harmful substances of unknown origin to make them bigger, and as a consequence - to sell them for more money. Even when Farmer explained to her that it wasn't Joja, the girl still remained sceptical. Because it's... not natural. Something is wrong.

Zayne thought that it would be at least tactless and rude of him to voice his first thought out loud when Farmer presented them with the 'fruit of their labours'. Especially since he loved his spouse and knew what a wonderful farmer they are, unrivalled in the entire Republic. But... What is it? The Amethyne family heir has seen some rather unusual and sometimes even strange delicacies on his own dinner table and on the tables of other noble families. But a fruit with a face... Someone, who apparently ordered Farmer to grow the fruit just so, has... a very specific flavour.

"Ew," was Ysabelle's only reaction, and to be honest - many would have agreed with her conclusion about the blue fruit with the snickering face and sunglasses. Even Farmer didn't argue with their partner's opinion about it. Really, ew (no offence, Mr. Qi). The girl simultaneously wants to ask what this fruit is and doesn't want to know anything about it, figuring it will be further questions than answers. People in the hotel have demanded stranger foods and delicacies, so the blue face fruit isn't too much of a shock to her. But still - ew.

"Hmm, why the face?" How does Farmer know, Paula? When they took the assignment from a, ahem, familiar person, they had no idea that the 'Qi fruit' would turn out to be exactly like this - a bit creepy, with a human face (but cool glasses!). The military medic wasn't too surprised by this weird crop (she'd seen much stranger food), and if the fruit wasn't poisonous and wasn't an allergy sufferer's worst nightmare, why not give it a try. "Heh, I wonder if anyone would dare to try this food on a dare"

"No, thank you, my soul. I'm good with an apple," June politely declined as Farmer, having harvested a ripe crop from the greenhouse, brought June a whole basket of different fruits and berries from all seasons to the farmhouse. His favourite apples, strawberries, oranges, pomegranate, a blue fruit with a face- Wait, what? Did he see that right? Yeah, the pianist's eyesight was not deceiving him. Later, he'll be asking Farmer questions about the blue weird fruit. In the meantime, he just wants to enjoy the apple.

When Faye thought of fresh fruit salad, she imagined cutting up a juicy and sweet mango, a ripe, with the sour notes pineapple, a delicious banana, and fill it up it with fresh orange juice. And at the sight of the Qi fruit, the waitress honestly lost her appetite. Is it... really a fruit? Why does it look so scary? It's also smiling... Oh, yuck! Farmer, that fruit winked at her! Brrr! No weird blue fruits on the dinning table, they're scary!

Shiro jumped up sharply, almost scalding hot, when he saw a field of a hundred blue smiling heads from the porch. Everywhere he turned his head, there they were: smiling, the light bouncing off their... Glasses? What the hell is that, anyway? "People want to buy fruit like that? With a scary face?" No, he's not going to try it, and the Farmer isn't advised to either. It doesn't look good, and it probably doesn't taste good anyway- No, Farmer, making this 'Qi' fruit into a smoothie isn't a good idea either... Just don't, please.

Corine never thought people could come up with something like this with crop. Well, she'd seen square watermelons, heart-shaped pears, and even star-shaped peaches on TV. But a melon-sized blue fruit that also had a human face..... Even she didn't expect that. Really, she doesn't understand why the Farmer glued it on. "Oh, I didn't glue the glasses on, dear, they grew with the fruit!" Sorry, the glasses did what?

"No offence, dear, but I'll probably pass." Oh, Farmer didn't grow this fruit for food, but for someone personally? Whew, what a relief... Um, Kenneth didn't mean to be rude or offend Farmer in any way, but the mere thought of that Qi fruit that very much resembled a head being cut with a knife made him cringe and disgusted. The inventor doesn't understand who needs fruit grown in this way, but he's not good at farming, so Kenneth will leave the matter to his spouse.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Never Forgotten - An Arthur Shelby/Reader Short Story.

I am in the mood to create tonight, my loves! Here's another for you :)

Words - 778

Warnings - Fluff ahead! :D

“Love! I’m home!” he booms from the front door, your jaw tightening immediately. “Where are ya?” 

“Kitchen.” Your tone is flat, the irritation you’ve been attempting to recover yourself from roaring into life once more, like a dying fire doused in petrol. 

He’s brought it on himself, though, as he so often does. 

You hear his heavy footsteps grow louder, the kitchen door shunted open with a squeak. “Gotta oil them hinges.” he mutters.  

It’s just one more thing he says he’ll get around to. Unless he forgets completely. Just like certain other important things.  

“Sweetheart, leave them dishes now. Turn around and look at your husband,” he instructs. To anyone else, it would sound like a baleful demand, but that’s just Arthur and his baritone, a voice like boulders crashing against one another. It’s the sexiest thing in the world when he’s in a state of arousal, but that’s the furthest thing from your mind right now. 

Right now, you feel like walloping him with the meat tenderiser you’ve just washed in the hot, soapy water. 

“Come on, petal. Look at me.” 

You’re all set to fix him with the same glare you viewed him with across the breakfast table this morning, drying your hands as you turn away from the sink. When you take him in, though, you couldn’t be more surprised.  

“Thought I’d forgotten, didn’t ya?” he beams, proffering the gigantic bunch of red roses and champagne bottle he carries forth. “Happy anniversary, my little dove.”  

You don’t completely thaw as he presses a kiss to your lips, eyeing him with suspicion as you part. “You still could have forgotten, Arthur. Hence why I’m receiving these gifts now rather than this morning.” 

He raises his eyebrows. “That right, is it?” 

“It is,” you state, placing the flowers and bottle down on the table.  

He jerks his head in the direction of the back door, taking your hand and kissing it. “This ain’t your whole present. Come on.” 

Walking you out along the path that leads to your flower garden there at your beautiful country cottage, he lets out a piercing whistle, the sound of string instruments beginning to filter out. Rounding the corner, you gasp at the sight of two violinists and a cellist, stationed a little way from an elegantly prepared table, a smartly dressed waiter standing in wait. 

“Greetings, Mrs Shelby. My name is Bryant, and I shall be your waiter tonight. Please, do take a seat and allow me to furnish you with a glass of champagne.”  

You turn to Arthur, your eyes wide, mouth dropped open. “How?” 

He reaches beneath your chin, closing your mouth. “You’ll catch flies like that.” 

“But... how did you do all this without me seeing? I could have been out to hang the washing, anything!” 

“But you weren’t, were ya?” he chuckles, pulling a chair away from the table and gesturing for you to sit. “They all got here while you were out with Jenny for afternoon tea. I made her keep you out for longer than usual.” 

You had wondered, why your best friend had lingered over the tiny cakes and finger sandwiches, rather than devouring the tea with her usual gusto. She was in cahoots with your husband here. Damn them! Damn then, but also, bless them, for giving you the most beautiful surprise you certainly didn’t expect. In fact, you spent half the afternoon bending her ear over how pissed off you were with him.  

No wonder she’d looked like she was trying to hide her amusement at times. You’d just taken it as her reacting to Arthur being his usual self.

“And how have they managed to bring dinner out here?” 

He leans across the table, thanking the waiter when he fills the two empty flutes with champagne. “Food can travel, you know.”  

You roll your eyes with a sigh. “Arthur.”  

“What?” he booms, laughing. Oh, he finds this much too funny for your liking. “I dunno, they stick it all in a pot, whack it in the back of a car and there you go! I dunno the fucking logistics, I just paid ‘em!”  

You chew the side of your cheek in mild fury, which juxtaposes with how much your heart is bursting with love for him. “You let me think you forgot deliberately, didn’t you?” 

His moustache bristles, his grin beaming from beneath. “Suppose I did. Can’t deny I like it when you’re fiery, though. What can I say, love? I like a lamb in the kitchen and a tiger in the bedroom.”  

When he finally gets you there a few hours later, you certainly do show him a wild time.  

[tojisprettylittlething]

Chapter Sixteen: Mr. & Mrs. Fushiguro

Pairing: Assassin!Toji Fushiguro x Assassin!Reader

Warnings: Smut, (implicit- not really-idk) Marriage, stealing-toji of course...

Masterlist

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The ‘wedding’ was nothing special.

No church. No flowers. No guests.

Just a dimly lit room in the back of some cheap courthouse, the scent of cigarette smoke clinging to the walls, and an old man sitting behind a desk, barely looking at you as he pushed the papers forward.

You stared down at them.

Toji was the first to move.

He grabbed the pen, twirled it between his fingers, and signed his name with a lazy smirk, as if he were signing some random contract instead of legally binding himself to another person.

Then he slid it over to you.

Your hand tightened around the pen, hovering just above the line where your name should go.

Your last name.

It’d be different now.

You swallowed. Not out of nerves. Not out of fear. Just...

Just because it was fucking weird.

Still, you signed.

Just like that, it was done.

The officiant cleared his throat, finally looking up. “And the vows?”

Vows.

You hadn’t thought about them. Hadn’t prepared.

But Toji didn’t hesitate.

He turned toward you, that smirk softening just a little—just enough to unsettle you.

“Don’t nag me about my spending,” he said. “Don’t touch my knives. And if I get shot, at least let me finish my drink before you start screaming.”

You blinked.

The officiant let out a slow, tired sigh, rubbing his temples.

Toji just grinned.

Your turn.

Your eyes flickered to the paper again, the ink still fresh, your name right beside his.

Then you looked at him.

“That’s fine,” you murmured. “Just don’t fucking die first.”

Something flickered in his eyes. Something unreadable.

Then—

“Alright, you’re married.” The officiant stamped the papers, sounding bored out of his mind. “You can kiss or whatever.”

Neither of you moved.

The man shrugged. “Or don’t. I don’t care. Congrats, I guess.”

And that was it.

No grand speeches. No white dress.

Just a pen, some paper, and Toji Fushiguro beside you, looking at you like he already knew this was a mistake.

But neither of you walked away.

Not yet.

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The first thing he did was steal your fucking ring.

It wasn’t even real—just a plain silver band, something you picked out because it was cheap and easy to ignore.

And yet—

“The hell are you doing?” you snapped when you caught him plucking it the nightstand the next morning.

He looked at you, completely unfazed. “I'll get you a new one.”

“That’s mine.”

Toji shrugged, slipping it onto his own finger.

You wanted to hit him.

You settled for kicking him in the shin.

The second thing he did was steal your hoodie.

You had exactly two left—everything else had burned to hell along with your apartment.

Yet, somehow, Toji was walking around in one of them, sleeves pushed up, hood resting against his back like it belonged to him.

You weren’t even sure when he took it.

You scowled, tugging on the fabric. “Give it back.”

“Nah.”

“Toji.”

He grabbed your wrist, yanking you forward so fast you nearly tripped into his chest.

His lips brushed against your ear, voice low and amused.

“You married me, sweetheart. That means everything you own is mine.”

You shoved him off. “You’re such a piece of shit.”

He laughed.

The third thing he stole?

Your fucking gun.

That one was personal.

You didn’t even ask. You just punched him in the stomach when you saw him cleaning it like it was his.

He barely reacted, just shot you a lazy look and said, “Damn, baby, is this how married life is gonna be?”

“Give it back.”

Toji leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. “Nah. I like this one.”

You took a slow breath, trying not to kill your brand-new husband.

It wasn’t working.

He winked. “Just ask real nice, and maybe I’ll think about it.”

You grabbed your knife instead.

He gave the gun back.

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The first night was supposed to be nothing.

Supposed to be just another night—but then again, it's your fucking honeymoon.

You weren’t expecting it

But it happened anyway.

Maybe it was the way he looked at you—like something had changed, like something was shifting between you.

Or maybe it was just the weight of everything, settling in, pressing down.

But before you could stop yourself, you were on the bed, and Toji was hovering over you, his fingers tracing over your skin with a kind of softness you weren’t used to.

The way he kissed you wasn’t like before.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t rough.

It was slow.

Like he was taking his time memorizing you.

Like he wanted you to remember this, too.

And when he finally pushed into you, there was no teasing, no sharp words.

Just a quiet groan.

A shuddering breath.

His forehead rested against yours.

Your hands clutched at his back.

The sheets rustled beneath you as he moved, deep and slow, filling every part of you, like he wanted to make sure you felt this.

Felt him.

It scared you.

The way you held onto him.

The way he held onto you.

Like this meant something.

Like you meant something.

Your fingers curled in his hair, tugging, pulling him closer.

And Toji just groaned, his lips brushing against yours, hands tightening around your waist.

He moved deeper.

You gasped, legs tightening around him, body arching into his.

And he whispered your name.

Soft.

Like a prayer.

Like a promise.

And when you came apart, shattering beneath him, Toji was right there, holding you together.

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You woke up before him.

Your body ached.

His arm was heavy over your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck, breath warm against your skin.

You didn’t move.

Didn’t push him off.

Just stared at the ceiling, replaying last night in your mind.

Just don’t die first.

You had said it like a joke.

But it wasn’t.

Not really.

Your fingers traced over his hand, the calloused skin, the rough edges.

And you thought, for just a moment, Maybe this won’t end in blood.

Maybe.

But you weren’t that lucky.

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[mm-275]

MILES MORALES HEADCANNONS

Request: nope

tw: some cuss words

- You would probably have had to have asked him out first, cause I know everything that happened with Gwen and when he flirted with her, scarred him.

- If you asked him out, honestly good for you cause he would’ve taken literally forever to do it himself 😭

- Butttt, if he asked you out, he took FOREVER to even think about talking to you, let alone asking you out on a date.

- This boy is so incredibly bad with saving up his money. He was able to do it the first few dates, but don’t get used to it because most dates will be on his roof or in his or your rooms (you don’t mind because he makes it fun)

- You guys get into a good flow of a relationship pretty quickly, and if you have classes with him, the teachers hate you guys so much (it’s his fault he’s throwing stuff at you) 

- He would never rush you in anything, so any “major” steps in the relationship will probably have to be initiated by you (hand holding, first kiss, etc etc)

- But you were never made aware of this, so on the like 5th date you’re like “wtf why won’t he hold my hand”

- He just doesn’t know how a relationship works (we know his mom would murder him if he got a girlfriend), so please help him out he’s clueless 😭

- When you meet his parents, Rio and Jeff think your great (you have the decency to call them Mr & Mrs Morales), and you brought Rio some flowers (you bugged Miles for WEEKS to get him to find out her favorite flower)

- They do question you thoroughly, not to be rude, they wanna make sure you’re a good influence and that you care (I love Gwen but Miles had to have had so much patience I would kick her out the SECOND she put her shoes on my bed)

- Reassure them that you don’t want to nor that you’ve ever done drugs/gotten drunk, and it’s even better if you get good grades.

- They probably invited you to stay for dinner, and you devour Rio’s food (cause I can smell that she cooks like a goddess) and if you ask her to teach you to cook she’s in love and she will make you hang out with her more than you hang out with Miles.

- I think Jeff would be a little less trusting, I mean, he’s a cop so he knows shit that goes down in the streets (he followed you around once or twice when he saw you and Miles walking somewhere together)

- When you wanna take Miles to meet your parents, he’s fucking terrified. He forgets everything and runs everything by you 4x to make sure

- “Does this outfit look good?” “Miles, it’s fine my parents don’t care that much” “I don’t like this shirt hold on-”

- Wears his nicest clothes and shoes he can find, and makes sure to bring your mom her favorite flowers (this is his payback for your weeks and weeks of asking him about his mom)

- He seems like the type of kid that parents love, so he leaves with your parents loving him (he checks 3x a week if they still like him)

- I don’t think he has a big type, I think he’s cool with whatever as long as your personalities click (he’s a thigh guy I stand by that)

- Whatever classes you guys don’t have together, he will walk you to yours. Don’t try to stop him, he will not listen. He will, however, be late to his own class because he did want to hold your hand down the hallway.

- He’s so terrified to tell you about him literally being spiderman, and when he does tell you, you dont believe him, then he pulls out his suit and climbs on the wall and you’re like wtf (like the tom holland spiderman scene)

- Will sneak into your room/sneak you into his room at night because he’s lonely and he loves you (especially before you meet parents)

- Says I love you first, but does it without realizing it because he’s been thinking it, but it slips out and he doesn’t realize it until you react to it.

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pt. 2 is up but tumblr hates me and wont let me link anything

[genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles]

The Forgotten Maiden || Part 1

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Character: Zhongli

Type: Angst, and tragedy Content: You are the God of Light, you were once Zhongli’s beloved lover as he promised his full heart to you before his departure to the archon war, however, once he returned, he was injured and lost his memory of you. You figured out that he fought the god of memories and the impact of this fight affected his memories of you. 

[ Please don’t repost, this is my original story. ]

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You were standing alone on Starsnatched Clift, reminiscing events of the past. When you realized he hasn’t remembered you, you tried everything in your power to help him remember. Pictures, monuments, structures, even silly contracts that you and him made together as jokes. Nothing. Helplessness is all you felt now. You lost your home, your lover and your self in one day, without protest. The moment you saw he was happy in Liyue, seeing his friends, eating at restaurants, was the moment you decided, maybe it is for the best.  He as another life now, and you don’t have the right to intrude on that anymore. He is happy and that is all you want. Ever since then, it’s been about 1000 years since you’ve seen him. You avoided him. Him? No. You avoided heartbreak. You now wander Teyvat alone, helping Travelers, and using your powers in little ways. Bringing light onto struggling trees and plant, helping the sun shine brighter, Lighting up dark places, and helping in other small ways. I guess you can say you were a traveler yourself. Your light can help any flower grow despite the circumstances.  You were living a isolated and quiet life until you met Lumine and Paimon. You accompanied them in bounties, commission, and helped them collect certain plants. However, Lumine requested your help with something that makes you nervous.  “So, what do you say?” Lumine says with sparkling eyes.  “U-Um, I am not sure, I haven’t been in Liyue for a while, and for a reason at that.” You responded, nervously.  “What reason would that be? Paimon is curious.” Paimon pushed on the subject a little farther.  “Haha, that is a secret.” You smiled, saving yourself from your history being exposed. “Why do I need to go to Liyue to grow glaze lilies? I can just grow them here and harvest them for you, friend.”  Lumine continues to explain. “Well...I am helping Mr.Zhongli, He wants to collect these things. I tried to sing to them but not much luck. So was hoping you could have better luck.” You signed and looked towards the side. You thought about it a bit. Do you really wanna see Morax right now? However, it has been a 1000 years, you feel like you have given up and you won’t react to these situation the way you used to. Maybe, you can handle it... You were so wrong, you can’t handle it. Just as you arrived in Liyue harbor through Guili Plains, you felt so much emotions. Liyue was a place that hurts being in. However, you kept yourself together, for Lumine, a friend. You two continued to traveled through Liyue, looking at stores and restaurants. Liyue really has prosper, throughout the years. You made some mental notes on revisiting some areas for yourself later.  You were enjoying the view, until-

“Mr. Zhongli, I found someone who can help with the Glaze Lilies!” Lumine said happily and looked at you. 

You froze, his outfit was different but he still had the same face. However you sense him as a human now, rather then a god. You wanted to hide, and disappear. You hated this, you hated Liyue, you hated him. You sucked it up and gave it your best smile, despite the heavy heart of a face you used to kiss. A face you desire more affection and touch from. Seeing his hands, that hands that used to touch you, hold you, your face -- you desperately tried to hold back you desire to touch him familiarly. You really were touch starved. 

“Ah, you must be the proclaimed “Light Maiden” I have been hearing so much about, your adventures have seem to help people all around and about.” The tall brown gentlemen with formal attire greeted you through rumors heard. He had his arms crossed, and closed his eyes thinking about all the information he has heard about you. This happens to be enough to perk his interest in you and the powers you have. This made you feel knotted in your stomach, you wanted to avoid him in all cost. You want, no interest at all.  You smiled and tilt your head a bit.”L-Light Maiden?” 

“Yes, have you not been aware of your reputation?” He said with his hand to his chin, forever pondering your being.  You did a light hearted laugh. “Haha, no, not at all. I just offer assistance to whoever needs it.” 

Zhongli nodded.”Virtue is one of the best languages to be spoken, it brings only greatness to those who have it and those you gives it.”  Lumine smiled and redirected the conversation. “ Let’s head to the glaze lily field, we shouldn’t hold up on this any longer.”  “I agree, lets.” Zhongli agreed and began to lead the way. You followed quietly but tiredly due to this meeting. Or well “Reunion”. They lead you to a dead field, with only glass, but no glaze lilies.  “Here?” You asked and looked around. “ There are no Glaze lilies here.” You placed your hand on the ground.  “Yes, unfortunately, it’s rare to find them in the wild, humans grow them artificially, however, it’s been years since I’ve seen one grow outside of Liyue like this.” He explained, retaining his experience with the blue flower.  Lumine chimed in. “As you guys do that, Paimon and I will go get the Bell from Madam Ping!” She smiled and turned away, leaving you two alone.  You signed at this condition and circumstance you are in. You want to leave and want this to get over with. Despite it being night time, you looked around, seeing for spots to grow a batch of Glaze Lilies. You worked quietly trying to ignore Zhongli.  You placed your hands together and a bright sunlike hue glowed from it, it grew brighter like it was a mini sun. You held it over the dead dirt area as Glaze lilies started to grow to a full adult at a fast pace.  Zhongli all of a sudden spoken out curiosity and awe. “ You truly do have these powers.” 

You scoffed, “Did you think I was lying?” You said gently and continued your work.  Zhongli, “No, not at all, my apologies if I came off that way. I merely was just speaking my thoughts. These Glazed Lilies looks like the finest I have ever seen.”  You chose not to respond and kept on working. Zhongli continued to speak. “ This reminds me of the God of Light, it has been said that she was a kind god. However, she fell into depression once she lost her lover had lost memory of her and she went into hiding.” You froze as the light you were using went out in a second. “I see.” You checked the flowers and kept the back of your head to him. You tighten your fist. 2000 years of grief have been building up in you.  “It is still unknown who her lover i-”

“What do you know?” You instant cut him off and spoken to him harshly.  Zhongli stood and looked at you. “It seems I might’ve upset you with this topic.”  You turned your head to give him the coldest side glare you have ever given him. “You know nothing Morax and you will still continue to know nothing.”  Zhongli unfazed, standing still. “Seemingly you knowing my true name can signify that we have some history together, Though I can’t tell who yo-” “NO ONE! I was never anyone to you! You forgotten me 2,000 years ago, the one day in the centuries I come to see you, you start spouting nonsense about me to my face.” Despite it being 1000 years since you saw him, he forgotten you 2000 years ago, at the end of the archon war. You tried to help him remember you for 1000 years, but once it was no use, you left. Thus, not seeing him for the second half.

Zhongli widen his eyes in surprised at your sudden outburst and claim to being the god of light, even more, him being the lover that forgotten her.  You started to tear up, you were so angry, and spiteful. All these years and this is what you got? Of course, you knew better, he didn’t remember you, but that only makes it worse. It got even worse that he stood there unfazed with an unchanging expression, as if he is trying to assess the situation. Frustration. Years of Frustration quells upon your throat. All he could give was his silence. You weren’t expecting him to magically get his memory back but deep inside, you hoped for some flicker of recognition of you in his eyes.  You took a deep breathe and turned away. You lost your cool, and now very heated. You immediately walked away and disappeared, you’ve had enough, leaving half grown glazed lilies along with a seemingly uncaring man. 

[ddejavvu]

okay but i actually can’t stop thinking about fem!reader asking dadsbestfriend!hotch for him to be her first time

and at first he laughs it off, but when he realizes she’s serious he lists off every excuse in the book: “sweetheart, i don’t think that’s a good idea”, “i’m too old for you”

“you’re well aware i’m into older guys, mr. profiler, plus i’m pretty sure you’d treat me better than any guy my age would, take your pick.”

and he caves, because yes, he cares about you, yes he can’t pretend it wouldn’t satisfy smth deep down inside him that wants to take care of you, that just maybe has thought about this too - and he’s actually the sweetest! sorry i’m just such a sucker for soft hotch 🥺

i feel like i could so easily see him going above and beyond too, like i’m gonna rent a hotel room and maybe light a candle or two and buy you some flowers because he wants to make sure it’s just right for you and he’s gonna ask you 100x what feels good and what doesn’t and make sure you come first

fucking 10000/10 for aftercare too like what the heck man

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

i got this ask so long ago omg i'm sorry that it got lost!! but i swear i think about it all the fucking time... he's just so sweet.

“sweetheart, i don’t think that’s a good idea”, “i’m too old for you”

THE 'sweetheart' I CAN HEAR IT IN HIS VOICE I CAN SEE HIS FACE WHEN HE SAYS IT GSKFNSJDDNFNFSFS GRRRRR BARK BARK BARK HE'S SO CARING AND CONSIDERATE AND HE JUST WANTS THE BEST FOR YOU

and he caves, because yes, he cares about you, yes he can’t pretend it wouldn’t satisfy smth deep down inside him that wants to take care of you

right right right !!!! when you tell him that you're into older men he's instantly worried, bc some of them might have the wrong intentions with you!!! so the only way to give you what you want and make sure you're okay is if he does it himself and he's more than willing to help you out :')))

i feel like i could so easily see him going above and beyond too, like i’m gonna rent a hotel room and maybe light a candle or two and buy you some flowers because he wants to make sure it’s just right for you and he’s gonna ask you 100x what feels good and what doesn’t and make sure you come first

fucking 10000/10 for aftercare too like what the heck man

mhm :') ur so right :') UGH he just really wants you to have the best first time ever, he takes his time with foreplay, working you up and paying special attention to how you're reacting to him and his touch and checking up on you to see how you're doing and going above and beyond to make sure you're having the time of your life :')))))))

and the aftercare- ohhh the sweetest touches, the softest kisses, he probably runs you a bath and washes you down, he holds you while you fall asleep and he whispers how loved you are and how he hopes you had a good time and that he adores you and

[how-serene]

can I get anything jack delroy please? Thank you!

The Way A Fool Would Do

Pairing - Jack Delroy x Neutral!Reader

Summary - It's 2 am, and Jack is drunkenly in love with you.

Word Count - 668

Warnings - fluff, reader is wearing a dress, pet names, drunk!jack

A/N - this is a little cheesy, I won't lie. sorry for the long wait!

You giggled, leaning back to escape the feathery kisses Jack peppered across your face. His grip on your waist was secure, preventing you from squirming in his hold. A few wisps of dark hair had escaped his perfectly combed hairstyle, you resisted the urge to tenderly brush them pack into place. He looked as if he had walked straight off set and into your shared living room, wearing a chestnut colored two piece suit and black buffed dress shoes that shined brighter than New York’s city lights. You had half a mind to believe this was a dream, that he was still at the studio, tirelessly smiling into the black lens of a camera. 

The faint bitter smell of whisky that invaded your nose as his lips ghosted over your cheek were a dead giveaway though. He was here with you, and currently drunk. 

“C’mon darling, dance with me,” he urged, beginning to pull you towards him. A record spun on the turntable, the melodic harmonies of The Cleftones filling the large space.

You firmly placed your hands on his chest, pushing him back.

“It is one in the morning, and you’re drunk,” you chided, trying to fight back the growing smile on your rouged lips. 

Jack chuckled, his fingers curling into the fabric of your dress. “Now what does that have to do with anything?” 

“I just don’t want to see you fall on your ass.” 

He grinned, glassy eyed as he leaned forward, like a flower towards sunlight. Jack always seemed to find himself bending towards you, no matter if there was a height difference or not. Something had tethered itself around his soul, forever pulling him in your general direction. 

His grip on your hips tightened, bunching the soft fabric of your dress in his palms. He thought about how pretty you looked earlier tonight, waltzing around the house. The edges of the dress swishing around your bare calves, moving with you. There were times he would playfully pull you down in his lap, if only to feel the soft material that complemented your body. He gazed at you now, admiring the lamp's soft glow that splashed over your features like the morning sun. His fingers began to tremble, as the warm sight of you squeezed around his heart. 

Devotion was too small of a word, he decided, for what he felt.

The Cleftones' voices faded off, before their next song “Heart and Soul” began to spill from the speakers. If there was one thing Jack learned from being in show business, it is when to seize an opportunity. 

Jack took your hand in his, and gently placed a kiss on your knuckles, lingering a second longer than needed. 

“I’m very light on my feet, sweetheart,” he said, winking at your flushed face. 

With not even a moment to react, he spun you around in time to the music. 

A sudden gasp left your lips, as Jack pulled you back to him. His laughter rang out, drowning out the vocalist. Your heart thudded in your chest, watching as his black coal eyes stayed fixated on you. 

“You’re not a bad dancer yourself,’ he joked, pressing his palm on the flat of your back. You rolled your eyes, letting your head fall on his shoulder as he gently swayed with you. The rich, earthy scent of his cologne washed over you, creating a buzz in your chest at the reminder that he was home. Your eyes fluttered shut, as the music cocooned your swaying forms. 

“You’re going to keep me up all night, Mr Delroy,” you said, smiling to yourself. 

He hummed, nudging his nose against the side of your head, inhaling the sweet fragrance of your hairspray. 

“Oh I plan to, darling.” 

The night carried on, as Jack’s hand wandered over your body, tracing the seams and lines of your dress. Lost in the sensation known as you. 

‘Heart and soul I fell in love with you Heart and soul The way a fool would do’

[madaboutmunson]

Sunsets and Shadows

Prompt | "The sunset looks lovely, don't you think?"

WC | 700

Rating | T

CW | references mcd, grief, angst

Tags | Steddie, Past Steddie, Future Fic

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"The sunset looks lovely, don't you think?" It seemed as stupid a thing to say as it seemed the right.

It was, after all, the first thing he said to him all those years ago.

It was the first thing he'd say to him most days that summer of '85.

Eddie's response would usually be to jump out of his skin, drop the cigarette he was smoking, and call Steve all the curses he knew.

Then Steve would laugh, and Eddie would melt just like the colours would in the sky.

And wild as the wind, Eddie would push Steve into the dimming alleyway and plant a fast kiss on him hotter than the surface of the sun.

Eddie would offer Steve a ride most times, saving the planet, Eddie would say, but Steve knew why. He couldn't turn off and chicken out if he was in Eddie's van. Which he never did, but Eddie still thought he might.

And sometimes, even though he never told him, Steve could swear that he completely understood why he needed to always have his car with him. That somehow Eddie could read the million bad things that could happen racing through Steve's brain, and he'd just nod, smile, and chuck him a mixtape and a cigarette and be none the wiser about great hulking monsters or spores in tunnels under the ground.

It was a change for him, not having everyone and their mother knowing who he was dating. And it was a change for Eddie to be dating anyone at all.

But whether they ended up at Eddie's, Steve's, Rick's, or some secluded part of Hawkins, the prize was the same.

A few hours of exploring one another physically and mentally. 

Sometimes, he'd remind Eddie that the kids he knew would hit high school next year, and he felt terrible not being there to protect them because they were nerds. Eddie would reassure him there was plenty of room in his flock for a few more, kiss and pet over his hair and tell him not to worry as he lay on his chest in the moonlight. 

Sometimes, he'd even help Eddie study because they had a deal.

When Eddie graduated, they'd tell their friends, and the secret would be over. They would be free. Maybe they would move in together or find someplace more accepting.

But Eddie didn't make it to graduation. Neither did Chrissy, Jason, Fred, or Patrick.

"The sunset looks lovely, don't you think?" he repeated, his heart aching for Eddie to react or respond, but he was met with cold, harsh silence.

"Please, Eddie, don't shut me out. I'd take it back if I could. I'd do right by you. Keep you safe." Steve's voice trembled as he twisted the surprise bunch of wildflowers behind his back.

The sound of the van pulling up made him scramble to put the flowers in the holder next to Eddie's tombstone and grab his walking stick.

"I told you he'd be here," an annoyed voice said. "We could have saved ourselves half an hour if you'd just listened."

The second orderly scoffs at the first, "It's protocol. No one in their right mind would have expected him to hobble this far."

"Except for me."

"I said in their right mind." She shook her head before switching to her professional, cheery demeanour. 

"Mr Harrington, what are you doing all the way out here? We were all awfully worried. Come along now. Let's get you back safe and sound."

"Or we could just leave the lunatic here. I felt sorry for him at first, being so young and messed up but not crazy enough for Pennhust, though I would dispute that. Who the hell leaves flowers for a serial killer? Just because Harrington hasn't done anything yet doesn't mean he won't."

"He's not that young, and he needs our help. You know he forgets, or worse, remembers and gets stuck in the eighties."

Steve made his way over to the van and refused the assistance to get inside. 

As they drove back, he watched the sky. 

Like his heart, the sun sunk, but like their love, he knew it continued to shine somewhere.

[sinkingnotsoslowly]

No More Love Left

Pairing: (f) Reader x Seungmin

Non-idol au, fluff, mostly angst

Warnings: Unrequited love, mention of a breakup (not y/n's), slight Minho x reader, curse words, suggestive, mention of making out

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED

Loving him was giving your all. A petal of rose each day. Until there’s no more left to give.

You too wanted your high school sweetheart story with Seungmin. But so did all the other girls in your year. You were close to him than the girls could ever be, his best friend. But that didn’t mean he was attainable. You still gave him chocolate on Valentine’s Day, “Oh obligatory chocolates? Thank you (y/n)”.

You thought you were leaving enough hints when you took extra notes when Seungmin was sick and couldn’t come to school. You even added little ‘get well soon’ and funny footnotes to cheer him up and then took them all the way to his house after school. But you realised that it was nothing extraordinary thing to do. Anyone would do that for a friend. So you started a ritual of giving him a flower each day when he came to school. “What’s this for?”, he asked with visible confusion on his face. “I’m growing them in my backyard. I thought it will be a beautiful start to your day”, you tried to look as unaffected as possible. Seungmin shrugged, “I can’t decide if that’s sweet or cringe”. Cringe, you decided.

You gathered enough courage to confess to him on graduation day. So you left a little note on his desk telling him to meet by the ground. But you didn’t have enough courage to leave your name on the note.

To your surprise Seungmin did not come alone, a girl from your year was there too. You crept in closer to listen to what they were talking about. It was a breach of privacy but your heart was beating so fast it felt like it would burst. Was she really doing what you thought she was?

“I really like you. Will you go out with me?”, damn. But Seungmin wouldn’t say yes, would he?

“Okay”

A gasp made both of them turn to look at you.

“What are you doing here (y/n)?”

“I-I was looking for you. Mom wanted a picture of us both. I see that you’re busy, I-I’ll wait by the gate”, you ran off from there as fast as you could.

You did not wait for him that day, just went straight home with your mom. And then when Seungmin called, you lied about feeling sick. It seemed that’s what you kept doing these days, lying to your best friend. But you knew for sure that if you were honest you would end up losing him for good.

One would think their childhood crush would fade away with time. But yours didn’t.

But two ended up going to the same college with different majors. But still had a few classes together. And by God was he distracting. He sat in front of you. So the only thing you did in your shared classes was stare at the back of his head with heart eyes. “(Y/n) you’re so whipped for Seungmin it's pathetic”, Felix said to you one day during lunch. “Wait how’d you know?”

“Are you kidding me? Everyone has noticed by now. Even Hyunjin’s dramatic ass. And yet Mr Oblivious has not”, he said as stole your fries.

“Felix, whose side are you on? It’s good that he hasn’t noticed. He even has a girlfriend for God’s sake”

“So what? Just cause he has a girlfriend doesn’t mean that can’t have feelings for you. Maybe he just wants to see you react to him dating. It can be your best-friends-to-lovers story”

“You’re watching too many dramas Felix. Get real”

Felix let out a sigh, “You can at least try you know?”

“And lose a friend? No thanks”.

And thank God you didn’t take Felix’s advice because you found Seungmin and his girlfriend kissing at the park the next day. Even if you knew that he had a girlfriend, things actually felt real seeing him smiling like a puppy while looking at that girl. Maybe partly it was his fault, he treated you too kindly, never let you feel that he was spending any less time with you because of his girlfriend. But seeing your world in someone else’s hand made you question how much love you had left to give to him.

Turned out it was a lot and not enough at the same time. Hyunjin dragged you to the dance major party on Saturday because “Just cause you didn’t get to have a high school sweetheart story doesn’t mean you can’t have a college hook-up story”. And for once he was right. You were tired of everything because every time you saw Seungmin you felt like you lost a bit of yourself by giving him all the love that you could. So you let yourself get chatted up by this really handsome senior who showed you pictures of his three cats. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol but everything he said seemed ten times funnier to you. You even grinded against him while dancing and made out below the stairs. Eventually, you two ended up in someone’s room upstairs. You really thought you could do it. Minho was very good at what he did until you moaned Seungmin’s name. You swore you would never show your face to him again.

But Minho was a kind soul, he didn’t judge. He tracked you down during lunch on Monday.

“I get that you have issues but I really liked talking to you. I would love it if we could at least be friends. I’ll even let you meet my cats”

“Are you trying to bribe me with your cats?”, you asked.

“Is it working?”

“You can have my number”.

Minho was a very good friend and he was funny too. He let you meet his cats like promised. “Dori are you really ditching me to play with someone whom you know for two weeks?”, you giggled at his playfulness.

“Just accept it Dori loves me more”

“You traitor, see if I buy you any more toys”.

The only sad thing was he would be graduating before you. But he insisted that he would never lose contact with you. He would spend his whole life trying to seduce you if he had to.

“Is that the real reason you befriended me Minho? Just to sleep with me?”, you mockingly pouted making his ears turn red.

“W-What no believe me I really did not”

“It’s okay I’m just joking”.

You felt happy during the time you spent with him. It was enough to keep your mind off of Seungmin. You thought you had finally exhausted all the love you could give him, all the petals had fallen. Until one night he showed up at his doorstep, barely holding back tears.

“She broke up with me”, you brought him to your arms. You really thought there was nothing left, you were done. But you were clearly mistaken as your heart ached at his sight, and it was definitely not just feeling bad for a friend. Your world did not deserve this sadness. That night you let him find comfort in your space, consoling him the whole night. And a part of you felt a surge of hope which you knew was wrong but you couldn’t help it. Maybe, just maybe this time on he would look at you, and give you back all the petals that you gave.

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Autumn's sighs- little soft thoughts about our favourite boys

[maliciousblog]

Teacher Yuta

As Mr. Nakomoto was doing his morning rounds.

He spotted you by the water fountain, hiking your skirt up.

He took a second to admire your thighs, he wondered what it would be like to run his hands up and down those thighs, what it would be like to liter them with kisses and beautiful little hickeys to mark you as his.

Oh how he longed to have you.

He was rudely awoken from his fantasies by the bell.

He watched you as you ran to class and smirked to himself.

You had managed to stir something in him that he himself didn't know existed.

He walked into class only to notice you flirting with that little brat Henry.

God how he hated that boy.

He hated the way you laughed at his jokes.

He hated the way you looked at him, like a lovesick puppy.

He wanted to snap the poor boys neck in half every time he caught Henry's hand brush past your skin.

He slammed his books down on the desk, startling the class and successfully shutting them up.

"Get your books out page 169"

As an hour passed and class came to an end

Yuta decided to hand out the papers he had graded.

One by one he called out the students and watched as they exited class with their papers.

Last one up was y/n

Kim y/n  12/50. He eyed the paper and then you.

Tsk "I made the test easy and you still couldn't get a passing score dumb bitch".

You were taken aback by his comment.

Something about him changed. You couldn't quite tell what it was. There was just something dark in his eyes or maybe you were imagining things cause everyone had left and now it was only the both of you.

He walked up to your desk and slammed the paper down causing you to flinch.

"Are you even listening to me"

You nod your head, trying to hold back the tears.

You never knew what you did wrong, you managed to score good grades in every class but his.

He was always mean to you.

But when you tried to tell others that something was wrong with Mr. Nakomoto they just brushed it off because they only saw him as this perfect teacher, they never saw the way he looked at you.

"Aaahhh" he groaned in frustration

"Dont tell me you're going to cry about this now".

"Get up" he yanked you buy your arm.

"Pack your stuff up and come to my office"

You just meekly nodded not holding back a snarky comment, not wanting to make him angrier than he already was.

You started to walk to his office knowing that you are in for a long ass lecture.

You slowly knocked and opened the door.

Before you could react you felt him yanking you inside and shoving you onto the desk,

He turned back and locked the door.

You were about to yell when you felt a sharp slap land on your face causing you to land your knees.

You tried to get up.

Yuta placed his foot on your shoulder pushing you down.

"Stay down, if you don't want me to do worse.

Its just you and me here no one can save you, so why don't you save us both some trouble and just obey."

He bent down to your eye level and gently tucked away a strand of hair behind your ear.

He caressed your face.

"You really are something aren't you, such a pretty little flower, so delicate, you need to be hidden from the world otherwise you will be ruined, you understand that don't you y/n.

Whatever I do, I do it for your own good."

He said with a sinister smile on his face.

His hands trailed down from your face to your neck with one swift motion he yanked you up onto your legs and pushed you onto his desk.

It happened so quickly you could barely react.

Panic set, you tried to move put he put his arms around you caging you in.

He used one arm to cover your mouth, he used the other to untie his necktie and used it to tie your hands together. He slid a finger across your wet folds and slowly moved them back and forth, without warning he slid a finger into you causing you to gasp and try to push him back but your restraints prevented you from doing so. Seeing you struggle just turned him on even more he started to pump his fingers in and out of cause you to let out a string of curses but just as you were about to cum he pulled out his fingers causing you to whine and thrust your hips forward in an attempt to get some sort of friction on your throbbing cunt.

"Such a desperate slut"

Yuta unzipped his pants and let out his cock that was already dripping pre cum. He slowly teased you rubbing his cock across your cunt sending shivers down your spine. He slowly slid it into you. You felt so full.

He started to rock his hips back and forth slowly and first then he started to loose control and started to thrust into you so hard the desk threatened to shatter.

You soon reached your high and passed out as yuta filled you with his cum.

He cleaned you up and looked down at you unconscious form. He opened his brief case and pulled out a syringe with a clear liquid he gently grabbed your neck and stuck the syringe in you felt a sudden prick and a sensation of a cool liquid course through your neck. You felt the little strength remaining in you leaving all you could feel was numbness as everything went dark.

That was last time anyone ever saw you.

I'm just getting a hang of this app. Lol

#yandere #da