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periwinkleserulean · 1 month ago

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐཋ ROOMMATE！dabi/t. touya x fem！reader

━━ trying to find an apartment while trying to save money is hard, thankfully someone saw your post and decided to message you！

━━ reader is indicated to be smaller than dabi, dabi is nicer here but lowkey one of "those" guys at school. dabi's personality was changed to be more laid back and less aggressive, so it's quite ooc. so if you want it to be canon go away this is my fic, my choice 😞.

━━ requests are open ！

ㅤTHE DOOR QUICKLY OPENED after you heard the music tone down, you were met with cerulean eyes looking down at you “Hey, come in.” the male moved to the side so you could get inside, you quickly did so and took in the sight of him. Dabi had pure white messy hair, he wore a white tank top that hugged his torso perfectly, he was wearing black sweatpants that hung loosely on his hips, he also had piercings on his face and ears. You decided to stop staring and looked at your surroundings.

ㅤ“That's the kitchen, obviously.” Dabi pointed at your guys’ left, the kitchen was mostly made out of marble and had silver accents. He walked a bit and pointed again “That's the living area, on the left that's my room, on the right would be your room. Both rooms have their own walk-in closets and bathrooms, so you don't need to have a race who gets to shower first. Lastly, the one in the middle is both the storage and laundry room.”

ㅤHe kept pointing to the directions of the rooms, it was simple but the apartment itself was quite large, even if you just stood in the hallway you'd be able to see the majority of the interior. “Geez, your apartment is quite fancy, kinda worried for how much all of this costs.” You felt a bead of sweat drop from your face. “Don't be, I pay for most of the rent depending on my roommate. How much can you afford?” “Uhm,, like ¥50,000. max.” “Then I'll pay for 75%. Not like it'll damage my pockets or something.” Your eyes widen. “Isn't that unfair to you?” “Nah, So are you taking the place or what?”

ㅤYou thought about it, it was a pretty good deal and the place is amazing. “I'll take it, when can I move in?” “Anytime, you can even move in right now, I don't really mind. I can even help you get your stuff and crap.” Your eyes light up at that, your place is filled with boxes since you were so ready to move and leave. “Really? Let's go back to my place then! Although I should warn you, I have a lot of stuff so get your back ready..” “There's nothing I can't handle [name].” The way your name rolled off his tongue made your spine feel tingly and cheeks warm, you watched Dabi get a coat and car keys from a rack hanger near the door. “Come on you slow-poke.” He called out, without looking behind him. You held onto your bag and walked to the door and exited the apartment with him.

ㅤDabi was walking in front of you while you followed, the both of you heading to the apartment's parking lot. He pressed a button on his keys and his car made a sound, a black Lexus LFA. “Y'know, your wealth is slowly intimidating me.” You lightly joked as he opened the car door for you, he huffed with a smile. “‘m used to it.” he said as he shrugged before closing your door after you got inside, he walked to the driver's side and got in too. “Go ahead and put in your address on the GPS.” You did as you were told while you felt the car get colder and colder by the moment. Your fingers softly pressing the buttons on the screen, and it lit up and showed coloured lines for directions. Dabi put the car on accelerate, and left the parking quickly. The ride was quiet, the sound of the engine revving and the air conditioner working filled the air.

ㅤ“So,, why'd you take on engineering?” You attempted to make small talk, he didn't answer immediately so it felt REALLY awkward. “Dunno, jus' felt right. What about you, why'd you take on your course?” you took a moment to think about your answer before speaking up “Parents, specifically my mom. I don't actually want to do my course.” you laughed to try and not dampen the mood. Dabi glanced at you before returning his eyes on the road. “I understand, my old man wanted me to take business management, but I was persistent with what I wanted so, that's that I guess.” You smile realizing that, atleast you and your new roommate had something in common, annoying parental units. The silence was back, but this time it wasn't as uncomfortable as before. It was nice.

ㅤ“YOU'VE REACHED YOUR DESTINATION.” you woke up from your small nap with a yawn and stretched out your arms before rubbing your back from the aching pain. “I didn't realize how far you lived.” you raised a brow and looked to your right, where Dabi was staring at you. “Is it really that far? I mean I guess it is since it takes two trains to get to University.” You said before getting out of the car, seeing your apartment. You opened the gate and got inside the premises with Dabi, and headed upstairs to your floor. You got to your door and took out your keys and unlocked it. The both of you went inside as you turned on the lights, a lightbulb slightly flickering before working properly. “Damn, your place is pretty small.” He teased, a raised brow and a smirk plastered on his face. “I'm pretty broke, I thought you already deciphered that.” You stare at him, deadpanned before you giggled slightly. “Come on, let's get started, I feel like we'll be at this for awhile..”

⟢ TIMESKIP. . . THE NEXT DAY ！

ㅤ“Dollface.” You felt a finger poke your cheek as you slept, but you ignored it. Until it kept poking you repeatedly. You sighed and opened your eyes slightly to see Dabi crouching in front of your bed. “Dabi? What are you doing in my room..” “We have orientation in a few hours, you should get ready.” You got up from your spot so fast “Really?! I thought that was next week!” “It is. Just wanted to say breakfast is ready.” “SERIOUSLY?!” “I'll meet you in the kitchen.” your new roommate yelled out as he exited your newly decorated room from last night.

ㅤYou got out of your room as you rubbed your eyes, smelling the freshly cooked food from the kitchen counter. You could see Dabi already munching on his breakfast, noticing your presence but not paying you any mind. You took a seat beside him and laid your head on the counter, barely fighting off your sleepiness. “Why'd you have to wake me up, it's so early...” “It's 1:00 pm.” You mumbled incoherent words, something along the lines that it's not breakfast anymore while Dabi chuckled deeply. “Come on and eat, the food'll get cold.” You slowly rose your head up from the counter and started getting your desired food along with your rice.

ㅤ“So, you excited for Uni?” Dabi asked, his mouth half full with food. “Not really, it's just another stressful year i have to endure.” You felt his eyes linger on you longer, before he made a humming sound of acknowledgement. “What did'ya wanna take anyway?” “Oh, nothing. I didn't really think I'd get this far in my life, kinda expected I'd die or something.” You huffed out a gentle chuckle as a smirk adorned your lips.

ㅤ“For a gal like you I didn't expect you to be dark like that.” Dabi snickered, before standing up and washing his dishes. “I'm going to the grocery store, want anything? My treat, since I doubt you can afford it.” He teased, you looked at him offended before agreeing with the insult. “Some sweets would be nice, and chips.” “Got it, any kind in particular?” you told him which ones you wanted, before he said bye and left.

𓂃 ࣪˖ 𝓕rom me ！⟢ i love this man

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sweatervest-obsessed · 1 year ago

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Quand Tu Voudras

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

WC: ~7.2k

TW: kissing, angst, blood, burns, cuts, bruises, arguments, crying, depression, mention of EDs, panicking, explosions, drinking, self-image issues, mentions of addiction, mentions of drug use, mentions of Maeve

A/N: Third and Final Part babyyyyyy let's GO. I'm actually excited to watch each part get its own vibes, but also be a cohesive story. I really hope you all enjoy it! Thank y'all for doing me on this crazy journey!

Dedicated to New Lovers , You're Keeping Me Down

“If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.” ~Orson Welles

It was the most beautiful you had ever looked.

Shopping for a wedding dress was one of the most terrifying experiences you had ever lived through, and you had been shot multiple times.

But being surrounded by your closest friends and family members as you tried on dress after dress kept you going.

You finally found the perfect one in a small shop outside of the DC area, hidden in a little suburb where life wasn’t as rushed as it felt.

You tried on only three dresses at this little boutique. The second was almost perfect, and you were about to “say yes to the dress,” but someone was reorganizing the front rack, and that’s when the one you were currently wearing appeared, sent by the higher powers.

It fits you perfectly.

You started to cry when you saw yourself in the mirror, which caused Garcia to start crying, which caused Emily and JJ to cry, and the rest of your family quickly followed.

So it was only natural that staring at yourself in the mirror right now made you tear up again.

“Oh, Babe, no.” Emily was quick to fan your eyes as you tilted your head back, letting the tears melt back into your eyes.

“I can’t help it.” You grumbled, eyes wide as you tried calming your breathing slowly. “It’s just so pretty…”

“I know, I know. My money is on Derek crying first.”

“Oh, please. We all know Rossi won’t stop crying the second he takes his seat.”

You had decided that the only people you wanted at the ceremony were close friends and family. That meant the team, their little ones, and each of your parents. Small. Peaceful. Intimate.

Derek was over the moon when you asked him to officiate your wedding, wanting him to be there for you in every way since that’s always been his role.

You had taken him out for coffee under the very real guise that wedding planning made you want to rip your head off and chuck it out to sea.

“Okay, baby girl, talk to me.”

The ice was melting in the cup from the warmth of your hands, making your hands wet with the condensation, hiding the sweat from your nerves.

“Do you know how much flowers cost?”

Derek chuckled and shook his head. “No. I don’t think I do.”

“The government doesn’t pay me enough for the amount of flowers I want at my reception.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have picked the Peabody Library as your reception location.”

“In my defense.” You furrowed your brows. “You were with us when we toured it. It’s perfect, Derek. Don’t tell me it’s not.”

“No, it’s perfect; I just don’t understand why you need that many flowers.”

“Sometimes, I feel like you don’t even know me, Derek Morgan.”

“He’s going to cry first.” Emily smiled, lightly dabbing under your eyes with some of your powder foundation to show that you weren’t almost crying.

“I will buy you a whole bottle of Möet that Rossi will cry first.”

As JJ entered the room, you and Emily shook hands, giggling like school girls. “Almost ready?”

You nodded, glancing over at yourself in the mirror.

Honestly, you had never thought this day would come. Your wedding day. After everything you had been through, all of the heartbreak, all of the confusion, all of the traveling and running away. Everything you could possibly think of going wrong just went wrong. Suddenly, the flowers weren’t delivered, and then no one showed up to the reception, and then you were left at the altar, abandoned and unloveable again. You couldn’t breathe; your chest was seizing. It was too tight. There wasn’t enough fresh air in the room. Your heartbeat was too loud, and you couldn’t look away from yourself in the mirror. This wasn’t real; Everything bad happening was in your head.

Or maybe it was an awful dream, and you need to wake up before it gets too far and your heart gets shattered again.

JJ whispered your name, reaching out for you, sending a shock of electricity through your arm when she touched it.

You jumped.

“I want to talk to him.” You blurted out, looking over at JJ. “I–I need to talk to him.”

“You said yes.”

You nodded, staring down at your wine glass, pondering if it was the right decision. Emily was wondering the same thing.

“I don’t know if it’s the best idea for you to go back to—”

“It is.” You cut her off, not harshly, just firmly. “I haven’t been the same since I left the BAU, and I left for perfectly valid reasons, Em, I know. But….”

“But?”

“But I miss it. Don’t you? It flexes my muscles in ways I couldn’t replicate, and I was so good at it. I felt smart and useful and not lost, wandering the islands of Greece.”

If you didn’t know her so well, Emily’s fake gasp could have easily been mistaken for a real one. “We had a fantastic time, and you know it.”

“Yes, but I also know that I was feeling so unfulfilled intellectually that I went off and got a Ph.D. Like, come on, I never wanted a PhD before I left; I just didn’t know how to challenge myself.”

“That is fair. I just think you need to consider the fact that you’d be working with you know who.”

“You can say his name, Emily. He’s not some dark lord; he’s just an idiot with an IQ of 187.”

“Yeah, Yeah, look. I have to go, but we are not done with this conversation, okay? I’ll need a full PowerPoint presentation with all the pros and the cons.”

“Yes, ma’am, I can do that. I’ll talk to you later. Love you.”

You heard the click of her line going dead before there was a knock on your door. You quickly pressed play on your movie, letting one of your favorite rom-coms (When Harry Met Sally) play in the background as you scrounged around for where you had left your wallet.

Clad in an oversized shirt you’ve had forever, plaid pajama shorts that were once part of a Christmas set, and your comfiest fuzzy socks, you slid over to the door once you had found your wallet.

You opened the door. “How much…”

His eyes met yours, and you took a small step back.

“You are not the pizza guy.”

“No. I’m not.”

His answer caused you to laugh a little bit, filling his chest with a warmth he hadn’t felt in over two years.

“Can I–” He gestured into your house, and you moved to the side, allowing him to enter.

“I, um….” You bit your lip and eyed him up and down. “As long as you’re okay with When Harry Met Sally playing in the background.”

“Time for the annual rewatch.” He smiled at you nervously, but a very small part of yourself enjoyed the fact that he remembered.

You headed back towards the couch, casually trying to clean up as you went to give the impression that you were cleaner than you were.

“Shoes off before you get to the couch.” You called over your shoulder.

The door closed behind Spencer with a soft click.

“Honey, you said you don’t want a first look.”

“We don’t have to look at each other—I don’t know, like a corner or something. I just..I-I-I.”

JJ watched as your panic started to bubble over, and she took your hands in hers. “Want to call him first?”

You nodded. “Y-Yeah, let’s try that.”

JJ handed you your phone off the vanity, watching as you dialed the number, panicking even more when it wouldn’t connect—there was no service.

Spencer had asked you to play chess with him that night, and you obliged. Something about falling into an old routine felt good; it felt right. A movie you chose in the background while playing chess against Spencer. Some things were always meant to be. The night was filled with laughs, small talk, and contentment–life feeling like it should.

A familiarity shrouded you both, mocking the comfort you once used to feel.

When you won, he was a bit baffled. You had only beaten him a few times, and he was focusing on all of the outcomes. How could he not notice—

“You can’t win every game, Spence.”

His heart lodged in his throat at the nickname, and he looked up at you, that goofy half smile on his lips.

Lovestruck. He looked lovestruck.

And then you exhaled. “We can’t avoid it forever. I know that’s why you came here in the first place.”

He blinked away the love, replacing it with guilt, hurt, fragments of something you both had grieved in your own time.

“Y-yeah. Let’s um, let’s talk about…”

You redialled the number only to be met with the same beeping as before, eyes wide as you looked at JJ. “There’s no service. JJ, I can’t–he won’t…”

Emily handed you her phone–it was ringing, thank god.

“Hey Emily, is everything okay?”

“It’s me.” You said simply, but the wobble in your voice said everything he needed to hear.

“oh–Honey, talk to me. What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

“I-I…” You swallowed your tears and looked over at your two friends—you gestured slightly, silently asking them to leave the room so you could talk to your future husband alone. They obliged, letting the door close. It was nice of them to pretend like they weren’t running over to see if they could eavesdrop from his room, but they were just met with Derek in the hall, who had also been booted out.

“Is she okay?”

Emily shook her head. “No idea. She was fine one moment, and she was about to burst the next. Like a complete shift of personality.”

Derek sighed. “I’ve never seen him switch so quickly either. He was all nervous one minute, but the second he heard her voice….he almost sounded like Hotch doing damage control.”

JJ laughed slightly at that, glancing back at the door hiding you behind it.

“Do you think she’ll go through with it?” Derek whispered slowly, making sure no one was around to hear him.

Emily fidgeted with the bracelet on her wrist. “She’s terrified he’s not going to.”

“Look, Spence, I get it. Shit happens. But you don’t know what it was like, coming home one day and you were laughing with someone else. You hadn’t laughed for months, almost a year, before then.”

“I know. I’m so–”

“Say sorry one more fucking time. Sorry isn’t explaining…or talking to me. I know you have trouble expressing whatever bullshit is going on in your head, but you have to try. It’s me, for fucks sake, Spence, And while I am willing to wait, I can only be so patient for so long with no actual explanation—”

“I was terrified of you.”

“What…”

Spencer stood up, pacing back and forth in front of your coffee table, trying to find the right words. “You were so far gone when Em died, and you had sunk into this pit of despair, and I was scared of watching you push down this path, destructive and–and; I didn’t know who you were, and I was so scared to watch you go down this path so I turned away instead.”

“Spencer, you ran to JJ. You just left me here, alone. And then, when she comes back, you fucking threaten the fact that you were having Dilaudid cravings?”

“I think he’s even more mortified that she will back out on him. He knows everything she’s gone through. I mean–I love her, but she’s got major commitment issues.”

JJ slapped his arm and glared at him. “And for good reason, Derek.”

Derek grumbled an ‘ow,’ rubbing at his arm. “I’m not saying it wasn’t justified–I completely side with her on it--I’m just pointing out what we already know.”

Spencer closed his eyes. “I don’t love you anymore.”

Your heart leaped into your throat, or maybe it was vomit, you weren’t sure, but all you could do was stare at him from across the kitchen countertop.

“Since this was my place first, uh…I can give you a couple of weeks to find a place, and I’ll even sleep on the couch…”

You hadn’t even spoken yet, shaking your head. “Stop. Spencer. What.”

Your head was pounding, hands gripping onto the counter to try and steady yourself.”

“Sorry.” He whispered. He couldn’t even look at you. He was just staring at his hands, almost unsure about what he was saying.

“Sorry?” You laughed, tears starting to track down your cheeks. “Spencer, this has to be a sick fucking joke..”

He shook his head.

Behind the door, You were just pacing back and forth, listening to his voice, trying to erase this memory from your mind and find a new one to replace it, barely listening to the man on the other end of the line.

“Hey, listen to me. It’s going to be okay. If you want to call the whole thing off, everyone will understand. If it’s not right—.”

“No.” You responded immediately. “I–I, I want to do this, I want to marry you…just…”

“You just needed some reassurance. I know.”

You nodded, not realizing he couldn’t hear you nod, but somehow, it felt like he did.

“I love you.”

You smiled, exhaling shakily. “Good.”

His laugh bubbled through his lips, causing you to take another breath.

“I’ll see you out there?”

“Can you just stay on the phone for another minute or so? I just need, like—”

You could hear him nod over the phone. “Anything you want.”

Somehow, you were back in that fucking elevator. Again.

But this time, it felt like a homecoming rather than a curse you were trying to break.

When the doors opened, you saw your family leaving little presents on your desk—flowers, balloons, chocolate, even cupcakes from your favorite bakery. They were all so busy setting it up that they didn’t notice as you walked up behind them, peering over their shoulders.

“Looks good, guys.”

“You think—” Derek did a double take and clutched his chest. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

You laughed and smiled at him, dropping your bag onto your chair. “It looks wonderful. You guys didn’t have to do anything for me–”

“Actually, we did. How could we not? I mean! She’s home! She’s back solving crimes in sexy-looking outfits!” Garcia wrapped her arm around your shoulders, resting her head on yours.

“I love it, guys, thank you.”

JJ briskly walked past you all, giving you a brief smile, almost running up the stairs and into Hotch’s office.

“Well, looks like you’re getting thrown right back into it.” Derek sighed.

Hotch came out of his office and smiled at you before nodding at the others. “Wheels up in forty, everyone. I’ll brief you all on the plane.”

“Good.”

“Just breathe y/n. Okay? I’ll be the one at the end of the altar with the incredibly well-tailored suit and those flowers you like so much pinned to my chest.”

“You’re gonna cry.” You whispered jokingly, taking in a deeper breath than before. “I look so good in this dress. I actually was crying about it before I made Emily call you.”

“It’s like you’re trying to kill me.”

Derek knocked on your door, leaning his ear up against it, trying to hear what you were saying. He called out your name, and after about a minute, you told him it was unlocked.

“Can I come in?”

“If you want Derek, it is entirely up to you.”

He opened the door, tears welling up the second he saw you.

Hearing him enter, you faced him, smiling softly at him.

All Derek could do was take you in for a second, unable to really think of what he was about to tell you. This felt a bit ridiculous since he was there when you picked out the dress, but watching you now, ready to actually wear it for its intended purpose, was a whole different ball game.

“You look…..”

“Right.” You whispered, walking over and squeezing his hand. “I’m ready. Let’s do this thing before shit goes south.”

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“Y/n, You are the love of my life, and I could give you an eternal list of every single moment of my life where I felt nothing but complete and utter adoration for you. But then last week, you picked the movie you thought we should watch: a nineties rom-com, obviously, with big romantic gestures and a heroine who doesn’t need to be tamed. And those two inspired me to give you instead a list of the ten things I hate about you.”

Spencer had gotten a good look at you for the first time in a long time. He had already felt guilty about the fact that he had Maeve and that you had broken up. But what he had failed to realize was the same thing Derek had–You were someone entirely different, a ghost of yourself. The guilt was gnawing through his stomach when he told Hotch what was going on, and he had begged Hotch to let you sit out, trying to save you from this, but clearly, Spencer couldn’t do anything right for you anymore. He hadn’t been able to in a very long time. Hotch had cleared his throat while Spencer shook his head. “I-I tried Hotch, I really didn’t want…”

He just nodded at Spencer. “I know, Reid, but you must have known there was no way this conversation would go any better than that.”

Reid just nodded and stood up, going out into the bullpen, not missing the way all of their eyes snapped to him as Penelope dumped her broken mug into the trash.

Before anyone could say anything, Hotch walked out of his office and looked at everyone. “As you all could have guessed, Agent Y/L/N will not be joining us on this case. I expect everyone in the conference room in ten.” with that, Hotch walked past Reid and down the stairs toward where he had assumed you had run off to.

Reid just returned to his desk, sitting and staring at your now empty desk. Hotch had fulfilled your request, letting you move across the bullpen so you didn’t have to sit next to him anymore.

Some part of the thought that you couldn’t even look at him anymore caused his gut to lurch, causing his hearing to burst for a moment. Maybe this was too fucked up. Perhaps he had been wrong. He thought he was doing the right thing by letting you go, not weighing you down with all his own bullshit, but he realized he had failed to pay attention.

Spencer thought long and hard, trying to piece together everything he had thought about in the past couple of months when it came to you, and that’s when he realized it was every day. He thought about you every day.

But he had ignored you. He had failed to notice as you crumbled to nothing in front of him.

“Number ten is that I hate the way you fold laundry. It’s incredible how you manage to fold every single item in a completely different manner. It baffles me. One of the great mysteries in this world that we might never have the answer to.”

“So you two spoke?”

You held up your finger as you finished the prosecco in your glass. Once you finished, casually, you picked up the bottle and poured yourself a second glass, only beginning to speak when the glass had been filled to your liking.

“He came over to my apartment, Derek. I had already opened the door, and what was I going to say—”

“How about no?”

“It’s rude to interrupt Derek Morgan.” Penelope elbowed him and took a sip from her own glass. “But he’s right, Y/n. You could have said no and slammed the door in his face.”

“But that’s not who I am. You know I’m a sucker for closure. You know I wanted to talk to him anyway. I just wasn’t expecting the discussion that ended up happening….”

Derek raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. “Do tell Princess.”

You shrugged and took another sip. “We talked about Maeve.”

The looks you received were exactly what you had expected, only because it was how you felt about the conversation.

“Number nine. I hate how you pick out what we will watch each week. You just skim through every single title on every platform until the one with the right ‘energy’ calls out to you. And they’re never the same. You manage to match a film to the night perfectly, and I hate how well you can pinpoint that about me.

“Eight. I hate the way you drive. You manage to be the safest and most dangerous person on the road. There’s nothing more to that one. You terrify me.”

“I cannot believe you, Spencer Reid. You have the audacity to come to my house, lose at chess, and then accuse me of being the reason our relationship ended!?”

“That’s not what I said.” His voice was desperate. “I’m not blaming anyone but myself, okay? I fucked up. I know I fucked up. I just—You were so–”

“I was so what, Spencer. What about me was just soooo fucking terrifying to you that you decided you didn’t want to propose to me anymore.”

“That’s not fair.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re fucked in the head if you think the part that isn’t fair is me calling you out on that.”

Spencer paced around, running his hands through his hair. He was going to wear a path in your carpet the way he was pacing back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.

“Seven. I hate how captivating you are. Whenever you tell a story, there’s no use in getting any work done because all anyone can do is wait for the story to be finished. If there’s no ending–I’ve watched Morgan sulk at his desk until you returned from a meeting because you were running late and didn’t wrap up the end of the story for him. Something about the way you speak, the way you capture people’s attention, is one of the most dangerous weapons I’ve ever seen on the planet.

“I hate—oh, sorry–Number six.” He smiled at you and squeezed your head. You were shaking slightly as you rapidly blinked away tears, trying to inhale and exhale through your nose. It wasn’t working. Every word this man said made you one second closer to jumping onto him and kissing him senseless. “I hate how smart you are. It’s ridiculous. You can argue so beautifully and eloquently that it makes anyone arguing against you look like a fucking idiot. You speak four fucking languages, making you invincible and even more aggravating since you’ve decided to start learning a fifth one. You have started to beat me every other game in chess, which is actually humiliating for me, and I can’t figure out how you’re doing it. You read everything under the sun and still manage to have a life, friends, and family. I don’t know anyone in the world who could compare to your intellect.”

“Five. I hate how you steal my chocolate-covered pretzels. I bought you a whole fucking cabinet’s worth, and somehow, mine still got eaten.”

You watched him give you a bit of a stink eye for that one, causing you to kiss his hand lightly. “My apologies.”

“You don’t mean it, and you know it.” He grumbled, flipping his page so that he could keep reading.

“I hate how beautiful you are. It’s distracting. I can’t work near you anymore because all I want to do is daydream about you. I want to watch you smile for the rest of my life if I can help it.”

“Three. I hate how much you care. It terrifies me how much you care about other people. I have seen you at your best and your worst moments.” You squeezed his hand in reassurance. “I have seen the worst outcomes of cases we could ever imagine, or the best, and yet you put the same amount of effort and care into all of them. It’s infuriating because you put your life on the line constantly to be able to give people a chance, whether that be to save them from others or to save them from themselves. You are the most considerate person in the world, even to those who might not deserve it.”

This was not a good case.

It was never a ‘good case,’ but this one just sucked the absolute life out of you. You had been back for only a month, and it was going too well. You were on top of your game. You were better than ever—but you knew the other shoe would drop.

And it did.

You were never a big fan of getting shot at, but you would prefer that rather than have to escape a burning building. It was one of your biggest fears, and here it was, being realized.

You had managed to crawl down to the first floor before everything started to go black. He had sealed the windows. He had sprinkled broken glass along the stairs, causing you to rip open your legs and hands as you slid down the stairs. The more significant shards of glass shredding the back of your pants. It was fucking painful. But you had managed to make it to the kitchen.

That’s when you saw the firefighters bursting through doors, trying to contain the fire surrounding you. You could feel the burn on your skin as they pulled you out of the building, blood dripping down your legs and hands.

You must have been one fucked up sight for Hotch to drop everything he was doing and run over to you. But you wished he didn’t because the building behind you exploded. The flames must have hit the gas line, and the house came crashing down.

You were thrown back from the force, causing you to land on your back. Nothing was broken, nothing was sprained, but adding road rash and hearing loss to your ever-growing list of injuries was not fun.

Spencer and Hotch, who were shoved to the ground by the blast, scrambled over to you, where you were just lying on the ground, facing the sky, trying to breathe.

Maybe they were yelling your name or just trying to speak to you, but your head buzzed with the remnants of the explosion.

You watched as the sky above you filled with smoke and flickered with red hues. At some point, you saw Spencer come into your line of view. He was definitely mouthing your name.

Just then, like a wave crashing over you again, your hearing came back. Overwhelming could barely describe the feeling of shock running through your body. Your eyes widened as tears sprung to your eyes, your lungs gasping for air, and your mind flooded with adrenaline, with panic.

“Y/N. Hey. Listen to me. Hey.” Hotch had been trying to get you to sit up. He was going through his own internal panic attack—this scene was a little too close to NYC, to Kate.

Ambulance sirens blared, and you could hear a beam crash down and spur on the fire—” It hurts. So. Bad.” You finally managed to whisper, still gasping for air.

Reid wasn’t sure you were even registering that you were sobbing and that tears were racing down your cheeks.

“Can you sit up?”

“My hands.” You mumbled. “There-there was glass…so much…”

You flinched as Hotch yelled for a gurney.

“I need you to try and sit up, okay?” Spencer was next to you. He was on his hands and knees, slowly trying to gain your attention. There is a gentle touch on the arm here and a brush of your hair out of your eyes. He was just trying to give you peace, a breath amid everything going on.

“Spence.” You whined, flexing your hand, wincing when a tiny shard of glass shifted in your palm, causing even more pain.

“I know.” He said to you, gently taking your hand and wincing as he saw the microscopic shards scattered across your palm. “I need you to sit up for me.”

“Please don’t make me get up, Spence.” You whispered.

Hotch had moved away from the both of you, trying to clear a path so two EMTs could reach you.

“Once you sit up, I promise you won’t have to do anything else.”

You closed your eyes and let out a cry. It felt so relieving to just let whatever tension you had left in your body. But the thought of not doing anything sounded even better, so you slowly made your way to a sitting position, leaning against Spencer’s chest as he kissed your head and carefully ran his hand up and down your arm.

Spencer’s entire body relaxed into yours. He had never been more grateful that you could make it out of that building before…he didn’t want to think about what else would have happened. The two of you had just started talking again. You were hanging out. He would have never forgiven himself if he left things the way they were.

It felt wrong for him to be grateful at how much you got hurt because all of your limbs were still intact, and you were still conscious, still breathing. But he was thankful as he held you on the pavement, in the middle of the road, while everyone ran around you both.

You, on the other hand, were not happy to be sitting up. The adrenaline started to wear off, and your body was no longer buzzing. “Spence.” You whispered to him, trying to get his attention. You were nauseous, and the world was spinning. Everything was phasing in, and out of clarity, you could actually feel the earth rotating.

“Spence.” This time, it was said with more urgency. And it caught his attention. “I need to lie back down.”

“You can’t—”

“I’m gonna vomit.”

“Shit shit shit, okay, nausea is usually a sign of a concussion, a really bad one, most likely in the red zone—”

“Spencer, please.” You mumbled, closing your eyes and slumping against him, trying your best to hold down whatever you felt slowly creeping up your throat.

“I can’t let you lay back down.” He mumbled, turning you in his arms, prepping for whatever would come out.

Luckily for both of you, the two EMTs and Hotch had made it back over, bucket in hand, because Hotch had told them you most likely had a concussion. And god bless that stupid bucket because it managed to save some of your dignity by not throwing up all over the street. The EMTs had checked you out, flashing that stupid fucking light in your eyes, looking at your hands and doing their best to pull out some of the larger chunks of glass, and then helping to get you onto a gurney, and eventually into an ambulance to be shipped off to the nearest hospital.

Spencer was the only person you would allow to come with you in the ambulance.

“Two. I hate how well you know me and can read me like an open book. I have never met someone who knew me in the same way you could. You know things about me before I could even fathom the possibilities. You have been there for me in some of the darkest times of my life, and I would not have survived if it wasn’t for you. You picked me off the ground countless times, more than I could ever repay you for.”

“And last but not least. I hate how I can’t live without you. I hate that if you’re not in the same room as me, I can’t breathe. I hate how you manage to make my days filled with comfort, support, and love when sometimes I don’t deserve it. I hate when you go away to conferences, and I have to wake up to an empty bed, and the only thing that motivates me is the fact that I know you’ll text me as soon as you’re awake. I hate how you are the last person I want to see at night before I go to sleep. And I hate that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

You were fully crying, tears tracking down your cheeks, as you squeezed his hand tightly. You laughed slightly, trying to wipe away one of the stray tears, but he beat you to it, using his thumb to wipe away your tears gently.

“Did you just quote When Harry Met Sally at me?”

He smiled cheekily, handing the paper back to Derek, who put it in his pocket. “What else would I be able to quote at you? It was playing that night…”

You shook your head, unable to stop the smile across your face. You heard him whisper, “I love you,” but it still made your heart ache.

“Okay, Doctor Reid. Work your magic.”

“You make it sound like I’m performing a spell or something. I’m literally just fixing your computer.”

You snorted and shrugged. “Isn’t it you who always said that physics and magic are basically the same thing.”

“Okay, yes, but—”

“And computer science is a science, right?”

Spencer just rolled his eyes, realizing he would not win this argument, and began to futz with your desktop.

It had crashed on you while you were in the middle of a report. At home. In your pajamas.

This was a practice that was familiar to Spencer. Whenever you were working on something that was not classified or very sensitive information, you had gotten special clearance from Hotch to bring it home. So Spencer has seen you write up preliminary profiles for cases around the country in nothing but your pajamas many times.

Except he hasn’t seen you in just pajama shorts and a tank top since, well.

He was supposed to be focusing on the desktop, and that is what he is going to do.

“I really appreciate you coming over at like 10 pm, Spence. I really do. I’m sure you were busy, so I really appreciate it.”

He shook his head and looked over his shoulder at you. “It was no trouble, really. Besides.” He turned back to the screen with a cheeky grin across his face. “I know how you get when something breaks.”

Your jaw dropped slightly, and you leaned against the kitchen counter. “Spencer. Are you…flirting with me…”

His face turned slightly red as he quickly faced the computer screen again. “And so what if I am,” he mumbled, focusing on the task at hand. He wasn’t sure how you managed to freeze your computer this badly, but he was determined to work it out.

You shrugged and checked your phone, looking at the text from Emily that you had chosen to ignore. Maybe she told you not to ask Spencer over. Maybe she had warned against moving too quickly with anything.

But you were a grown adult, you could make your own choices. You could—

“It’s, uh, it’s all fixed for you.” Spencer had stood up and was nervously fiddling with his hands. He hasn’t been like this towards you since you had both started dating over seven years ago.

You bit your lip and casually turned your phone on DnD.

“Thanks, Spence. I really appreciate it.”

He nodded, doing his best to stop eying you up and down.

The two of you stood there, unsure of how to continue on with one another.

The tension was thick, almost like a humidity in the air that covered your skin and ruined your hair, just by stepping into it.

Spencer eventually broke eye contact and wiped his hands on his pants. “Well, I’m going to uh…Have a good night.” He quickly grabbed his bag from the counter and shut the door behind him.

Your hands dragged down your face as you sighed and shook your head. Maybe it was for the best that you two just stayed friends. Maybe it was for the best that you two never were in a relationship again. You remembered what happened last time. Maybe you should just finish the report and go to bed. Or maybe you should run after him. It wouldn’t be that embarrassing, considering he was staring back at you, right?

Who said you didn’t deserve to make a bad decision every now and again.

You grabbed your keys and slid on your slippers, not even bothering to grab a coat. You opened the door and came face to face with an out-of-breath Spencer just about to knock on your door. You took one look at each other.

And that’s when he reached down and brought your lips to his.

Emily reached over and gently handed you your vows.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You whispered, causing everyone around you to laugh softly at you, desperately trying to stop crying.

“I said I was going to try not to cry during his, and that obviously was not the case.” You slowly exhaled your lips, taking his hand and smiling up at him.

“Hey.” You whispered, causing him to whisper it back to you. “So–um. I wrote my vows a long time ago. Like, a while back. And I was looking for them and almost couldn’t find them. But I remembered that I had written them in that really small brown, leather journal thing that you got me for one of my birthdays that I kept losing because I always put it down and never remembered where.”

The small, collected group laughed together, watching you turn the page in that small brown leather journal.

“I didn’t know where I wanted to start when writing my vows. I knew how I wanted it to end, though. I’ve always known how I wanted my life to end and everything to go. So that’s what I did. I started at my endgame and worked my way backward. But shit happens, and life never goes according to plan. Never.”

He squeezed your hand.

Those weeks after were fucking brutal for you.

Relaxing was something you were never fantastic at, so having to take two weeks off to recover from your concussion, burns, cuts, and bruises was excruciating.

Maybe it would have been worse if a certain someone wasn’t basically living in your apartment with you, doing anything and everything to be there for you.

You woke up to freshly brewed coffee, sometimes breakfast if he wasn’t away on a case. Sometimes, he’d be home in time to make you both dinner. It felt oddly domestic for you, reminding you of before Maeve, before everything that had gone down over the phone.

Once the two weeks were over, he might have visited to check up on you. There would be nights where he would stay over just in case your head or back started to hurt again. It took more convincing for Spencer to let you go back to work than it did for your actual neurologist.

“Need I remind you I’m a doctor too, Spencer. I’m going back to work on Monday, meaning two over one, majority rules.”

Spencer scoffed and crossed his arms. “The lights will cause headaches, and staring at screens and files will only add to that. It’s a bad idea, y/n. Especially if we have to go somewhere, traveling across the country in a plane. You might as well knock yourself out because the air pressure would kill your head and ear drums.”

“Always the one for dramatics, aren’t we.”

Spencer rolled his eyes. “I’m not being dramatic. I just care about your well-being, apparently more than you do—”

“Spence.”

“What.”

You kissed him softly. Just to shut him up. There were no ulterior motives. None.

He hummed, hands sliding around your waist, keeping you close to him as you broke the kiss.

That was another development you were keeping under wraps. The two of you might have decided to give it another shot. It had been over a month since you rejoined the BAU, and even before you got severely injured, Spencer had been doing everything he could to apologize. Whether that be his apologies or through his actions, he was stepping up.

But both of you had yet to outright tell the others. Emily knew something was going on, especially when you showed up to work in the same outfit two days in a row, but she had assumed you had seen someone else, not your ex.

You didn’t mind, though, when he took such good care of you when he bought you fresh flowers every week, when he kissed you past the point of breathing when he would—

“What are you thinking about?” Spencer whispered, interrupting whatever spiral you had started.

“What book I should read next.”

“Liar.” He squeezed your sides, laughing softly and kissing you again.

“There’s not much I can say about how life doesn’t go as planned since everyone here with us understands and knows how quickly life changes. But I realized that I need to have you by my side regardless of how it changes. I don’t want to be back in a place where I’m not with you because it just didn’t make any sense.”

“My vows are short because I would never make it through them if they were any longer.”

This caused another ripple of laughter throughout your friends, giving your fiancé a moment to wipe away another stray tear on your cheek.

“All of this to say.” You cleared your throat, but it didn’t stop the tears from clouding your vision. “Shit. Give me a second.”

Emily gave you a tissue, which you used to wipe under your eyes. You shook your hands slightly, trying to calm yourself down and shake out the rest of the emotions so that you could at least finish saying your vows.

“Having begun to love you, I love you forever—in all changes, in all disgraces, because you are yourself.”

Spencer beamed joyfully, realizing you followed his same path, quoting something you knew the other loved.

And suddenly, the stars aligned. A soft breeze picked up, and the world was quiet.

Everything was alright. Everything was okay.

And for that beautiful, brief moment, you had everything you could have ever asked for, and there was nothing you would have changed, nothing in the whole world that was worth the love and happiness you felt in this moment, beaming at Spencer as you both said

I do.

“To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.” - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

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Dorm Heads - Sinbad (MAGI) Male Reader

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Sinbad has seven Djinn Equips and there just so happen to be seven characters in this ask, so I sorted each one to whomever fits it the best. The Reader is still from another world, but this time they're from MAGI as the king of Sindria. I hope this is adequate to what you wanted. —Benny🐰

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🌹 Please have mercy, Riddle doesn't know how to handle flirting at all! Seriously, stop that! Don't corner him against the wall and lean over him like that! Don't hold his chin between your fingers and lift his head that way! Don't whisper in his ear all sensual-like! Are you trying to kill him!? Really; Riddle might just explode if you continue like this, going by the steam that keeps billowing from his ears. He's never been the object of affection of such a handsome man before; it's flattering and overwhelming at the same time.

🌹 You're a king? You!? But you're so irresponsible; with the way you quite literally run from him every time he tries to make you do your homework. Riddle honestly thought you were lying at first but after seeing how diplomatic you were during the unbirthday party, he actually started to believe it. He later witnesses that when you do your work, you stay holed up in your room until it's completed to perfection. Oftentimes, Riddle will go to you for advice on how to be a better leader for the students of Heartslabyul.

🌹 A gift, for him? Riddle is a little flustered, he's not too used to people getting him things out of the kindness of their heart; it's usually fear that marks the occasion. But what did you get him? Show him, he hates surprises— WHAT THE HELL!? Where in the world did you get this!? How much did this cost you!? What do you mean 'it was only half a billion'!? Congratulations, Riddle is now malfunctioning; he's stuck between being flattered that you'd spend that much money on him and being furious that you didn't use it for something more important.

🌹 Excessive jewelry and other accessories are strictly forbidden; such things could become a distraction to yourself and other students! Wait! Those are weapons!? That's even worse! Riddle is losing his mind with you, right now! You can't bring weapons into a school environment, such things are against the law! He'll have to confiscate them. Unfortunately, Riddle's unique magic doesn't seem to work on you for some reason; so his efforts are always in vain.

🌹 Riddle has his first encounter with your Furfur Djinn Equip when you sapped the light out of his bedroom using its magic. From then onwards you used it to annoy him (read as try to make him relax a bit) whenever he's busy for more than four hours. He would say he hates it, but he can't deny that your demonic-looking appearance is very appealing to the eyes; not that he'd tell you. Riddle secretly wants to touch your horns but he's far too prideful to tell you; too bad you've already noticed his fleeting glances.

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"O‐oh, for me? Thats very kind of you, My Rose. W-wait, how much did you say this was? Half a billion! Why would you spend such a ridiculous amount of money!? My face isn't red— No— Listen to what I'm saying!"

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🦁 Oho? You're a flirt I see, Leona can certainly get behind that. It does help that you're one handsome man as well. Do you wanna lay the charms on him? Go right ahead and do your worst if you're brave enough to face this beast of a man. Just be prepared for when Leona decides to flirt back; too bad for you he's not exactly the chivalrous type. This lazy lion prince is ready to give you the most risqué tongue lashing of your life; figuratively and literally if you're down for it.

🦁 Leona could tell that you were royalty of some type just by the way you dressed, but you also had a certain about you that only natural-born leaders have. He completely understands your aversion to work, he feels it too, work sucks man. You once offered Leona to be your queen, since you were already the king, and to rule Sindria by your side; he may or may not be seriously considering it...

🦁 Being the second prince of the Sunset Savana, Leona is certainly no stranger to expensive gifts, so getting him anything expensive doesn't really surprise you too much. You're rich, he's rich, the gift only cost you half a billion— Wait... half a billion? Leona will absolutely give you a look of complete and utter confusion as to why you think half a billion is such a small sum of money. He can see Ruggie in the background salivating...

🦁 So you're telling him that the jewelry you're wearing can be used as a weapon? Sure.... you'll have to sit Leona down and explain to him about Djinn, metal vessels, dungeons and, dungeon capturing. Well... that is if you can convince him to stay awake long enough to let you explain it. Leona has a bunch of z's to catch, so if you don't mind he'll be taking his long overdue nap now.

🦁 Leona has a love-hate relationship with your Valefor Djinn Equip. On the one hand, he appreciates the beastman-like features that appear when it's equipped as well as the clothing style, but do you have to be so damn cold!? Don't get him wrong, Leona loves cuddling with his boyfriend but your skill has a natural chill to it in that form. It's gotten to the point where he'll refuse to touch you until you go back to normal.

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"AAGH! D‐dammit you're cold, let go of m‐me. How am I s'posed to fall asleep if 'm freezing my ass off? Go back to normal 'n I'll hold you as long 'n as tight as you want, kay?"

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🐙 You're flattery will get you absolutely nowhere! At least, that's what Azul wishes was the truth. Ugh! You're so damn suave and so damn fine that it's killing him! How is he supposed to talk you into signing a contract when you're leaning over his desk and looking at him like you'd eat him if Jade and Floyd weren't in the room!? Poor Azul is ready to pull out his hair with how many revisions you've sweet-talked him into making to the contract. He's got a business to run dammit!

🐙 Oho? A king you say? Perhaps if you would take him there, he could give your people an offer they couldn't refuse. Unfortunately for Azul, any plots he had for trapping you or your people in a deal were swiftly shut down by you holding a sword to his throat. He was equal parts terrified, disappointed, understanding and, really turned on. Azul still wants to go to Sindria though; maybe even as one of your vassals representing Twisted Wonderland's Coral Sea if you'd let him.

🐙 You got him a gift? You're not trying to bribe him or anything are you? Azul is definitely no stranger to attempted bribery considering it happens about once or twice per day. But eventually, after a bit of insisting on your part he'll accept it... and then promptly return it because there is no way you would give him something that looks so expensive for anything other than bribery. If you try an calm his nerves by telling Azul that it only cost you half a billion and it really wasn't that expensive; his blood pressure will skyrocket. Dear lord, save this man...

🐙 My, that's quite a bit of jewelry you have there, you wouldn't mind parting with a few items, would you? Now, now, Azul's only asking for a friend, no need to get up in arms about it. The cecaelia mer, being quite observant, did notice that your jewelry and a few weapons are where you get your otherworldly powers from. While Azul would love to have access to that power, since old habits die hard, he still restrains himself because he doesn't want you to distrust or dislike him.

🐙 Azul is very cautious about your Baal Djinn Equip; lightning and water are not too good a combination in this case. However, he admits must you look very dashing and handsome in the clothes and jewelry you wear; he can't help but take a few glances at your bare chest, your draconic features are also very eye-catching to him and he can't help but briefly think of a certain dragon fae. While Azul usually just observes you from a respectable distance; he's not entirely opposed to being in your arms.

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"H‐handsome? Me? I— if this is some kind of joke it's not funny! Y‐you're flattery will get you no nowhere. N‐now if you would just sign here... Hm? Revision? A D‐DATE! Hold on—!"

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🪲 Aww, you're so nice! Kalim doesn't quite understand why you're so fixated on complimenting him, but he really likes it! He definitely returns the favor tenfold; not just to repay you, but also because he thinks you're a very handsome man. Another thing he doesn't get is why Jamil keeps shooting you sharp looks when you give him some of the weirder compliments. But Kalim doesn't mind too much, even when you back him against a wall, he just takes it as an invitation to cling to you.

🪲 Wow! You're royalty too!? And a king no less! Kalim thinks that's so awesome! You should definitely expect a ton of questions about what it's like to rule an entire country. What kind of responsibilities do you have as king? Do you have to make any hard decisions that could impact your people? What kind of holidays do you have there? Can he go there one day? And so on, and so on. Wait! Where are you going? Kalim still has more questions to ask you; you can't leave yet!

🪲 Wow! Did you get him a gift? You're so nice, it looks so cool too! Kalim is absolutely ecstatic to receive anything from you, be it a conversation, a compliment, physical affection, a gift or even a simple hello! Huh? Half a billion Madol? Okay! Kalim will find you something just as expensive and go out of his way to get a job, save up a bunch of money, and buy it for you! He can't let the gift you gave him go unreciprocated!

🪲 You have genies in your jewelry!? That's so cool! Please call them out so that he can meet them all, Kalim has so many questions! Tell him about all of your dungeon-capturing adventures, he'll be entertained for hours on end. Jamil is crying tears of joy. He will also somehow convince your djinn to come out and share the many adventures that they had with you and their previous holders. Expect to have to tell him at least five of your adventures a day, Kalim doesn't care if you run out of them, you're such a good storyteller.

🪲 Poor Kalim was truly in shock when he saw your Zepar Djinn Equip for the very first time. You got so tiny after that huge light show; he was surprised. For him, this Djinn Equip is his favorite because you're basically a really cute living megaphone. Kalim thinks your round belly is really cute; when you're under a blanket you look like you're holding a pumpkin. He's glad to have a mini boyfriend he can carry around like a teddy bear, it's super fun.

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"WAH! You got small! You're so adorable now! Oh; and your ears are so long too! Can you hear better like that? Hey, what can you in this form? Is it like the other one's you've shown me so far?"

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🪞 Flattery will get you everywhere; especially with Vil! However, this pretty boy has definitely heard it all; or at least he thought he had before he met you. No one had ever been quite so bold with him before. You laid your intentions out on the table right off the bat, and frankly, he found that really hot. I mean, who wouldn't want to be swept off their feet by a handsome king such as yourself? You want to make Vil your queen, you say? Oh my, buy him dinner first, you sly devil.~

🪞 A king, you say? Well, Vil did notice that you had a regal air about you, even if it was a bit overshadowed by that boyish charm of yours. But now you've got him thinking about you're proposition to make him your queen. Were you really serious about that? If you are, Vil has a long list of suggestions that he believes would improve your future shared kingdom. So what if he's never been there before, he's got to make some changes now before he walks into what might be a hot mess.

🪞 Now Vil and his family are quite wealthy, nowhere near royalty, but they still have a hefty sum to their name. This means he is no stranger when it comes to expensive clothing, accessories, skincare, and food. He has absolutely no issues with you spending a ridiculous amount of money on a gift for him. Vil just gives you an ecstatic "Oh! You shouldn't have!"

🪞 What a lovely medley of jewelry you've got there, but um... don't you think it's just a tad bit excessive? Not that you don't look absolutely dashing just the way you are, but maybe take off one or two? Vil only wants the best for you and that means fashion-wise as well. They're your weapons as well? Well, weapon or not, Vil will not allow you to walk around with a clashing color scheme! Rose gold is out of season, you know.

🪞 You know how Vil hates Neige because he feels insecure about his appearance when he's around? Yeah... that's how he feels about your Vepar Djinn Equip. He's never seen such ethereal beauty before and it's eating him up inside! He's torn between admiring his handsome boyfriend and cursing you for being more visually appealing than he is. Vil eventually accepts it though, you are his after all, and as long as he has you he can let it slide, just this once.

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"I didn't call you old, listen closer to what I'm saying to you! I said you had a mature look about you; It's a compliment. Not many men can pull it off like you can, so you should be grateful."

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💀 Stop. Seriously, stop. You will actually kill this man if you start flirting with him in any aspect at all. Even a compliment is a death sentence for Idia. But if you really do desire to send him straight to an early grave, do as you wish. This poor man can barely even function around someone as handsome and imposing as you are. Idia can barely breathe around you, his palms are sweaty, his knees weak, not to mention all the blood loss from his ever-flowing nose due to your sparsely clothed chest.

💀 As if Idia needed any more of a reason to feel like he doesn't deserve to even be near you; he finds out you're a King. Why is this happening to him!? No, he can't go with you back to Sindria! Even if Idia really wants to because it sounds a lot like the kingdom from "WIZ - Maze of Sorcery" and its two sequels; "WIZ - Queendom of Sorcery" and "WIZ - Outings of Bob".

💀 You didn't have to buy him anything, you're going to make him feel bad! Idia doesn't need you to spend money on him, not that he doesn't appreciate it, because he really does. A new box set of a ton of animes that were just released on DVD? Well... you were the one who offered so Idia reluctantly says it's fine. W‐wait... d‐did you say... half a b‐billion... Oh! It looks like he fainted!

💀 Do you think— Would you mind if Idia used some of your magic jewelry for a few of his cosplays? He'll take good care of them, he promises! Actually, if you don’t want to lend him anything, could you... cosplay with him? Idia completely understands if you don't want to, I mean who wants to spend time with him anyway? But... the offer is still up if you ever consider it...

💀 After seeing your Crocell Djinn Equip, Idia finally understood why you weren't at all cautious about his hair. He accidentally went on a tangent about how you reminded him of a character from a manga he read once and how you were like his 'irl SSR Secret Quest Reward, Boyfriend', whatever that meant. Sometimes, Idia will ask you to go into your Djinn Equip so that you can play with his hair like that one scene in that Shoujo anime you both watched together.

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"That's way cool! A mystery boss stage with percentage boost in SSR gear and a companion character too! It's just like 'Last Delusion'! EH!? You've never heard of it!? Come on, I'll show you!"

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🐲 You're not scared of him? At all? You do know who he is right? Malleus Draconia: strongest mage in the NRC, prefect of the infamous Diasomnia dorm, heir to the throne of the Valley of Thorns? You do? Instead of finding him fear-inducing, you called him... gorgeous? Handsome? A sight for sore eyes? Consider Malleus a very flustered and confused dragon fae. He's used to getting compliments from Lilia and his vassals but from you? He feels like he's melting but in a good way. Well... he thinks so, at least.

🐲 A fellow royal? Oh, you're a king too? I hope you don't mind Malleus asking about the details of how you rule over Sidria because he has a lot of questions. He is also set to be the king of the Valley of Thorns in the future, so he wants to gain as much knowledge concerning ruling a country as possible. Malleus's ears are open; tell him anything and everything. How was Sindria established? How do you handle the punishment of your people who break the laws you set in place? Etcetera...

🐲 Malleus is quite wealthy due to his status as the prince of the Valley of Thorns, so he isn't exactly bothered by the thought of receiving expensive gifts. The price of said gift also doesn't seem to phase him. In fact, just like you, he sees such a sum of money as mere pocket change. Malleus is a dragon as well as exceptionally old, he and his grandmother have amassed quite a mountain of wealth in the many years that they have been alive. Nonetheless, he is very grateful for the gift.

🐲 That's quite the lovely set of jewels you have adorning your body there. Please spare this poor dragon boy, he's struggling to hold back his hoarding instincts. His brain is sounding the alarm bells and all he can think is "big shiny, big shiny, big shiny, bi–". Don't be too alarmed if a wild Malleus in his dragon form or otherwise swoops down and whisks you away. Though you may have to worry about leaving his hoard; it will be very difficult, I can assure you. You may just find yourself back where you started; trapped in Malleus's arms.

🐲 Malleus has seen each and every one of your Djinn Equips and if he had to pick a favorite, it would be your Focalor Djinn Equip, followed closely by your Baal Djinn Equip due to draconic appearance. The reason he favors Focalor's is that he can, instead of taking a moonlit stroll, fly through the night in the arms of his boyfriend without needing to go into his dragon form. Malleus had never been swept off his feet, but now he has, literally.

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"Child of man, these dungeons you speak of; did they perhaps house any gargoyles? I couldn't help but ask, what with all the fantastical creatures and items that you mentioned being within them."

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Home for the Holidays

18+ content, Minors Do NOT Interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: You just broke up with your boyfriend of five years and decided to take an extended stay with your mom and step dad for the holidays. You start to rekindle your high school relationship when your jealous stepfather, Kakashi, steps in.

Warnings: NSFW, Stepcest, Oral male receiving, leg grinding, rough doggy, unprotected penetration.

Word Count: 6.1k

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The last of the packages are piled in the car. Each one wrapped in crisp shiny paper, adorned with red and white bows, and labeled with a sticker in the corner. One last check of your hair in the rearview mirror and you turn over the engine with the push of a button. You back out of your drive, headed to your mom’s house for Christmas.

You recently broke up with your boyfriend and asked him to move out. Your apartment does nothing but remind you of your lost relationship so your mom and step dad offered to let you stick around during the holidays for an extended stay.

“I’m home!”

“Y/N!” Your mom hurries to the front door and gives you a big hug

“Hi Mom” you hold her tightly, happy to see her.

“Hey Y/N”

You see your step dad stand in the front hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Hi Kakashi” you say with a smile. Your mom was so lucky. After she left your dad, your mom got a major upgrade when she married Kakashi. Your dad was a good looking man but that’s all he had going for him. He was lazy and never seemed to be able to hold down a job. You remember the day that broke your mom. She screamed at you when you told her how much it cost to apply to colleges. She was stressed, buckling under the pressure to provide while the person who was supposed to be her partner failed her time and time again.

The next day you went out and secretly got a job then waited for your first paycheck to apply to schools. When your mom had stopped by your room and offered you the money for your applications you admitted that you already had it taken care of. When she asked you how and you showed her your paystub she sobbed on your bed. Apparently you, a high school student, were able to bring home more income than your lazy good-for-nothing father. In her eyes he ran out of excuses that day and she was tired of him holding her back. Instead of numbers she saw a message. It was time for her to make a change.

Shortly after you left for school your mom met Kakashi. A man even more handsome than your father and more importantly, a provider. There was a bit of an age gap between them but it never seemed to bother them. Sure he was younger, but he was so accomplished, well mannered, and financially stable that those 10 years seemed to be a lie. They had a perfect relationship, one that you tried to replicate but instead you found yourself with a man just like your dad.

Recently you found the strength to get out of the cycle of disappointment. To demand he either get a job or move out. When he chose the latter you were crushed. All you were to him after five years was a meal ticket. You weren’t important enough to put in a little effort and get a job. It was crushing but it’s for the better. Now you can find someone like Kakashi. A real man who can provide or at the very least, be an equal partner.

You bring all the gifts inside and place them under the tree before you go back to your car to get your suitcase.

“No, no, I got it.” Kakashi says gently pushing you back.

“Kakashi, you don’t have to.”

“Too late.” he softly jokes.

You feel a small blush cover your face. It could be the cold breeze fluttering through the street but it had been so long since any man had done something kind and well mannered for you that you almost forgot what chivalry looked like.

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The next morning you wake to the smell of breakfast. I’m gonna love staying here if they plan to do this every morning. You think to yourself. You get out of bed and change into some yoga pants and a v-neck sweater along with matching thigh high socks. You toss your hair up into a messy bun and allow some face framing pieces to stick out.

“Well don’t you paint the picture of comfort”

“Morning Kakashi”

“You look cute”

“Morning Mom”

“What are you getting into today?”

“I was gonna go hang out with Krystal later.”

“That sounds fun. I didn’t know she was in town.”

“Yeah, she moved back to the area for work. Got a job nearby.”

“Good for her. It'll be nice for you to have company while you’re in town.”

“Yeah, I’m really excited to see her.”

You take a seat at the table by your mom when Kakashi brings over the plates, setting one down in front of you.

“Thank you Kakashi. It looks delicious.”

“You’re welcome.”

You whip out your phone and take a picture of your food with your mom in the background. You type Good to be back and share it to your story. Soon after you phone starts buzzing with notifications of your old high school friends saying hi and excited to see you back in town.

“Sounds like you’re gonna be busy when you’re in town.”

You shrug your shoulders, “Yeah, possibly.”

You check your phone and notice one name that stands out in particular. Your ex boyfriend from high school, Tyler.

Hey cutie, glad to see you’re back in town. We should catch up later.

Hey Ty, you in town for the holidays too?

Yeah, how long are you in town for?

Three weeks, you?

Till New Years day.

Wanna meet up tonight?

Our old spot?

Sounds perfect. I’ll see you then.

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Though you’re not trying to get back together with your ex, a rebound right about now sounds nice. You put a little extra effort into your appearance as you brush out your loose curls and iron out your skirt with your hands. Simple makeup with a rose colored gloss, a dusty pink sweater dress with dusty pink thigh high socks and black knee high boots to go with your long black coat. You grabbed your hat and gloves on your way out the door but as you’re about to leave you catch Kakashi.

“Someone’s dressed to impress”.

“That obvious, huh?”

“Who’s the guy?”

“Ty”

For a second you think you see Kakashi’s face flash before returning to its usual smile. You blink a few times, realizing you were imagining things.

“You kids have a good time, though maybe not too good of a time, if you catch my drift.”

You roll your eyes with an embarrassed giggle. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Night!”

“Night”

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“That’s it baby. Just like that. Feels s’good”

You're on your knees on the passenger side of Ty’s car ignoring the Top40 radio station playing in the background. How’d you get in this position, you ask? Well, dinner brought up a lot of old feelings and your recent breakup left you touch starved. Add in a little liquor and you got yourself a quick car blowjob like the two of you used to do back in high school.

“Fuck you’ve gotten so much better at this.”

“Mhm” you agree, mouth stuffed full. You pull back releasing with a small ribbon of saliva connecting you. “Well it helps that I’m not a virgin anymore” You go back down on him.

“If you- fuuck-if you don’t m-mind, shit-I’d like to-to keep seeing-ah-you, while you’re b-back”

You loved how you were making him weak and choking over his words. It gave your ego some much needed inflation.

pop

“Yes, I’d enjoy that quite a bit actually” you purr before licking a stripe up his shaft. You resumed bobbing up and down along his length with hollowed cheeks. At the end of the night you swallowed his load before he pulled you up into a heated and passionate kiss swearing he should’ve never let you go. The entire evening was filled with warmth and you drove home high on endorphins.

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You quietly open the front door of your parents house trying not to wake anyone as you come home for the night. You take off your coat and boots in the foyer and turn to slip upstairs.

“-shit! Kakashi, you scared me!”

When you had turned to go up the stairs you almost ran into your Stepdad.

“I see you didn’t heed my warning about having too much fun.”

You look at him in surprise. “I-I thought that was a joke” you whisper. A small laugh slips out as you say it. “I’m literally a single adult. Why would you care? What I do is none of your concern so long as it’s not happening in your house.”

Kakashi gets very close to you in the darkness of the house. You take a few steps back but he keeps moving forward. You go to step backwards one more time only for your heel to kick the wall. Kakashi keeps advancing placing one arm on the wall by your face, caging you in when he lowers his face to your ear,

“You’re my daughter. What you do and who you do will always be my concern.”

Your throat bobs as you swallow his words. You feel his lips ghost over your cheek and down your neck, soft kisses pressed against the sensitive skin.

It was wildly inappropriate. He had no right to tell you who to date and he definitely had no business touching you like this. He is your mom’s husband. But did that stop your eyes from fluttering shut? Did that prevent your heart from missing a beat? Did that change how your breath faltered? No, it did not. You were shamefully turned on by his advance and he knew it.

“I don’t want you seeing that boy again” he whispers in your ear before giving you one last kiss on the forehead and heading up to bed.

You stood there leaning against the wall in complete shock. You had always had such a normal relationship with Kakashi. Where did this suddenly come from?

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The next day Kakashi greeted you when you came down for breakfast. Your eyes lingered on him a little longer than usual to which he gave you an inquisitive look. So was he really going to pretend like nothing happened last night? Was he going to gaslight you into believing you made it up?

You feel your phone buzz. It was Ty.

Had a great time last night. It was really good catching up. Can I see you again tonight?

You pause. Of course you wanted to see him. There was history there. A feeling of familiarity and a major ego boost that proved to be necessary after your recent breakup. …but Kakashi’s warning lingers in your mind. Your eyes pan up to him sitting across from you at the dinner table. You’re being crazy. Well, he’s being crazy. You shake your head to clear your mind.

Of course. What time?

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“Hey sweetie, I’m gonna grab a quick shower. Have fun tonight. Tell Ty I say hi!”

“Thanks mom, I’ll let him know”

“Night Y/N”

“Night mom!”

Your mom walks away from your bathroom to head to hers. You finish applying your mascara and grab some stud earrings. You smile in the mirror remembering all those nights in high school when you’d pain over your hair and makeup before going to Ty’s house. He was your first boyfriend, your first love, your first everything. You didn’t even break up over a fight, you just broke up cause you chose to go to different colleges. There was still love there. Why not indulge yourself while you’re home?

You turn off the light as you walk out of the bathroom when someone grabs you by the wrist. Your arm is lifted above your head as your entire backside thuds against the wall.

“Going somewhere?”

You feel the wind get knocked out of you, “wha-what?”

“I remember distinctly telling you to not see that boy again”

“Kakashi’s I’m an adult and you’re not actually my father; I can date whoever I like.”

He props his leg between your own, the skirt of your dress draping over his thigh, and tightened his grip on your wrist before leaning into your ear

“Nice try” he punctuates his words with a kiss to your cheek. “But you’re forgetting who’s house you’re staying at.”

“Kakashi I’m going on this date” you whisper, wind blown but still not taking his possessive behavior laying down.

“Then let me make sure you go with a clear head”

He rests his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes through his lashes. His gaze was intense. It penetrated your mind, letting him see all the filthy thoughts that surfaced in the compromising position he had you in. Your lids flutter closed, guilt creeping over you till Kakashi’s thigh found its way against your underwear. You shudder from the sudden contact, feeling how warm he was against you.

“If that’s the case, I gotta make sure you’re satisfied before you get any desperate ideas on your date.”

He presses his thigh harder between your legs, rocking his knee up and down. You bite your lip trying to pretend it doesn’t feel heavenly but it does, it really does. A small moan escapes you.

“Good girl, say that again”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sound of his deep husky voice. He pushes up against you again, his grip further tightening on your wrist with excitement. You instinctually rut against him, making your lip quiver. A smile stretches his lips. He was watching you with his predator’s gaze, enjoying how you pleasure yourself on his thigh. He applied more pressure between your legs, tugging against your labia just right. Your chest falls as a loud groan slips out.

“Grind on my leg, pretty girl. I wanna see you make yourself cum.”

You open your eyes and stare into his brown ones, your pupils blown wide. You tentatively start to rut against him. He leans closer and you slowly relax into him with each rock of your hips. He leans the side of his face against your hair. You bring your free hand up to his shoulder for support. Fingers gripping into his shirt, finding your balance as you feel yourself fall into pleasure.

“Keep going pretty girl. You’re doing a good job, I can feel how wet you are.”

You softly moan. He releases your wrist letting both of your arms drape around his neck. Hands clutching onto him, desperately seeking stability from the dizzying sensation that overwhelms you. Kakashi’s hands reach into your hair, pulling you in closer.

You drag your folds against his thigh more harshly. The fabric of your underwear providing the much needed friction. Your head is swimming as you lean against Kakashi.

“Smear those juicy lips all over my pants, baby. I wanna see the wet stain from your cum.”

You bite your lip as your head collapses onto his shoulder. The dirty talk, the taboo, the friction, the closeness, the risk of getting caught. You feel it all build in your core.

“Cum pretty girl, cum for daddy.”

He kisses your neck in the most sensitive spot as you rut desperately on him, fingers clutching tighter till warmth spreads throughout your body. A rush of pleasure and exhaustion overcomes you as you fall limp against his firm chest.

“Good job baby, daddy’s proud of you.”

He turns his head to kiss your cheek. You look at him, eyes falling to his mouth. He pauses before lightly pressing a kiss on your parted lips.

He pulls you off of him, lifting your face up by your chin. In a sarcastic tone be chides,

“Have fun on your date. This is the last time you’re seeing that boy. You’re forbidden from seeing him again after tonight so say your goodbyes”

He straightens up and walks away. You’re left standing alone in the hallway feeling used.

Why was he messing with you like this?

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“What are you doing tonight sweetie?” Your mom asks while stabbing the last bites of waffle with her fork and bringing it up to her open mouth.

You look down at your lap blushing

“Oh? A third date. Does this mean you are officially getting back together?”

You glance up at your mom and can’t help but notice Kakashi’s face. He looked livid. Your expression faltered a bit before you fully focused on your mom. You shrug.

“We’re gonna talk it over tonight. We broke up on really good terms and we’re both single and he’s so nice. Plus if I’m gonna be in town for awhile-”

Your sentence is cut off by Kakashi clearing his throat and adjusting himself in his seat.

“You okay honey?”

Your mom rubs soothing circles on Kakashi’s back while his eyes bore into you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just think why not leave high school in the past where it belongs?”

“I don’t know babe. I think it’s kinda romantic rekindling after all these years. You should’ve seen how cute they were together at prom.”

“Mom stop”

“Yes babe, please stop.”

“Whaaat! I’m just saying! You guys looked like you were getting married in your white prom dress.”

“Yes I remember you crying. It was so embarrassing.”

“Ouch! Babe, are you sure you’re okay?”

Your mom rips her hand out of Kakashi’s grasp, shaking it with a smile on her face.

“Sorry love, I’m a little distracted. I think I’m gonna head to the gym this morning. Clear my head.”

“Yeah, work on those big muscles for me. Maybe next time you break my hand.” Your mom says with a playful elbow to his side. Kakashi half smiles and gives her a peck on the cheek.

“Here let me clean these up” He reaches over and starts stacking all the plates to bring them over to the sink. Your mom gives you a questioning look. You shrug and pretend to not know what’s wrong but you feel your gut wrench.

Your head is swirling with questions. Why does he care so much? He’s married…to your mom no less. Does he just want to have claim to you both or does he actually have feelings for you? But it doesn’t matter. He’s married to your mom.

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Kakashi heads to the gym and when he comes home he ignores you for the rest of the day. He spends time with your mom till she gets ready to leave to go to her girlfriend's christmas party.

“Bye sweetie.” she coos as she kisses her husband.

“Bye my love.” He gives her a passionate kiss right in front of you. One so inappropriate that it had you questioning if it was just an act to make you jealous.

“Bye mom, have fun!”

She looks over at you with a knowing look, “You too!” She gives you a wink and walks out the door. You turn to go upstairs and start getting ready to see Ty, this time ignoring Kakashi. Let him see how it feels to be ignored.

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You're looking for jewelry to compliment your fitted black leather top and flowy bright red pants when you see him out of the corner of your eye.

“Yes?”

“Are you really going to start dating him again?”

“What’s it to you?”

“I don’t like watching you date loser men.”

“Aww. Sweet.” you say with a bite.

Kakashi moves in close to you. “I don’t appreciate the sarcasm.”

“I don’t appreciate you interfering in my love life.”

Kakashi backs you up into the wall, arms pressing into it by each side of your face.

“I spent five years watching you date that idiot. Five years watching him devour you with his eyes, kiss your soft lips, cling to your side like the unworthy weevil he is. I’m not doing it again”

“It’s almost like you have feelings for me or something,” you chide

Kakashi leans in, closing his eyes and taking a long draft of your scent. He kisses behind your ear.

“I tried to be respectful of your relationship but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stand by and let you enter into another one.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? You respected my relationship when you’re literally married to my mom?! What about respecting your marriage?!”

“Enough!” he snaps back. “I’ll not have you talk back to me in my own house!”

“And I’ll not have you disrespect my mom. I want answers!”

Kakashi crashes his lips against your ruby ones, painted to match your dress pants. You try to pull back but his hand grabs the back of your head, keeping you still. He doesn’t want to hear any more of your thoughts. He just needs you. Needs to taste you and feel you. Needs to dominate you and claim you. You’re rightfully his and it was time you realized that.

He pushes his tongue past your lips. It’s not a request, it’s a demand. Your resolve quickly unravels as his pink muscle licks its way through your mouth. He pulls you into him, his hand snaking around your waist, fingers gripping your leather top and he crushes you into his chest.

You feel his swollen muscles, still bulging from his earlier workout, press into your soft stomach. A moan falls past your lips as you study his frame through your clothed bodies. You want to trace it with your fingers and as you imagine it he sucks on your tongue, pulling it out of your mouth. Your shoulders drop, relaxing into him, surrendering to his desires. He releases your tongue and sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, pulling the pigment off of it. His desire smearing your perfect powdered face. You teethe on his upper lip giving into your carnal desires right along with him.

He releases your mouth and cradles your head. You pant into his neck, gripping his shirt in your hands. “That’s my girl. Give in to daddy.”

You let out a small whine in agreement and begin kissing his neck, leaving behind some of your lipstick. His head lolls back in ecstasy, his groan of triumph filling your ear. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Being pursued like this, being viewed as a prize, especially by someone as hot as him. Your morals lapse. You want all of him to yourself. You selfishly crave him, trying to claim him as your mouth works up the column of his throat and along his jaw.

His fingers run along the seams of your top, looking for how to take it off. Searching for the invisible zipper that will free your tits from their cage. His desire to ravage you is clouding his mind. He doesn’t care how it will impact his marriage. He just needs to explore every inch of you as soon as his damned hands can rid your body of your lovely clothing. In his desperation to strip you he begins to scold,

“How dare you dress like this for another man. You little slut. You just wanted to get fucked.”

“I was going on a date. The whole point was to look impressive.”

“Don’t get me started on that date. I was clear that you’re forbidden from seeing that boy again.”

“I already told you, you're not my dad.” you breathe. Your mind turned to mush from lust as he groped you in search of a way to get off the damned shirt.

However that last comment really got to him. He grasps your hair by your intricate up-do, fisting it and yanking back hard. “How dare you.”

“How dare I what?” You tease. You challenge his authority as you look up at him through lidded eyes.

He gives up on tearing off your clothes and instead forces you to your knees by your hair. He frees his heavy length from his sweatpants and shoves it against your lips. You look up at him still testing his rule over you.

“Open”

Your eyes glare back at him in defiance. He yanks your head back by the hair causing your lips to part as a little whine of pain slips out. He seizes the opportunity and stuffs your mouth with his angry cock, letting it fill you till it hits the back of your closed throat. Your ruby lips looked so beautiful stretched around his girth. It made him twitch. A little cry emitting from you as you feel the movement.

“I’m your daddy” he snaps “No one else, just me.” His fingers tighten in your hair, “Now relax that pretty throat and let me sink all the way in.”

You cave to his demand and nod up at him with doe eyes. Your lids fall shut and you take a deep breath in through your nose, allowing his musk to fill your nostrils and swim around your mind. Your heart fluttered shamefully.

You relax and allow him to glide past your vocal chords. You’re suddenly eager to please him. You’re eager to show him how good you can make him feel. You press your nose flat against his silver happy trail and stick out your tongue to lick his base. You fondle him, encouraging him and letting him know you want him to bust deep in your throat. Both of his hands sink into your scalp.

“Gods you’re perfect. J-just like that pretty girl. Keep sucking off daddy’s cock.”

He takes full control of your head with both hands still threaded through your hair.

“Here, lemme help you, baby. Just relax for me.”

You do as he asks and he begins to thrust wildly into your mouth. Vulgar squelching sounds fill your room as Kakashi freely fucked your face. His pace was brutal. You are all but sure your voice will be suspiciously hoarse tomorrow after tonight’s abuse. You feel your scalp go numb from the strain Kakashi’s hands are putting on your hair and your hands claw at the front of his thighs, bracing yourself so that you don’t fall over from his dizzying strokes. You can’t so much as breathe in this position. You’re dying to tap out.

Your fingers dig into his thighs even deeper and you can feel the muscle tighten under your fingertips. You can feel the twitching of his cockhead above the overwhelming sensation of his thrusts. A series of moans fall out of his mouth and then you feel the warmth of his seed spilling down the inside of your neck.

You hold your breath just a little longer so that you can milk the rest of him before you finally push him off. Slobber falls down your chin as you greedily gulp down the air you had been deprived of.

Bathing in victory, Kakashi leans down and grabs you at your bicep, pulling you up to throw you down on your bed. He curls his fingers under your waistband and aggressively rips down your red pants.

“I’m tired-” he punctuates the word with a hard tug of your bottoms “of you hiding my pussy from me.” He throws the pants against the wall leaving you in a black lace thong and your tight leather top.

He stands at the foot of your bed, panting in his hunger for you. His eyes resemble those of a feral dog. You knew he was going to ruin you as his eyes drank in your figure. His pants pool around his ankles while he looks at how the leather stretches over breasts, pushing them up and allowing the tissue to spill out of the neckline. His eyes roamed down your cinched in waist and made its way to the thin lace fabric of your thong that lightly covered your throbbing sex. A hint of cream is dripping out of your folds and soaking the sting that ran its way between the ass cheeks, only strengthening his desire to spread them.

He pulls his shirt off over his head, tossing it into a pile with your discarded pants. He feels his racing heart stop at the look in your eyes. You stare at his chest feeling almost as hungry for him as he was for you. He crawls up over you, your hands gravitating towards his muscles. Your pupils are mesmerized by the topography of his torso.

You pull him down and roll him to his back, straddling his lap, allowing the wet lace to sit directly on top of his hardening length. Your fingers lightly brush his skin, feeling out where your next gentle kiss will be placed. You allow your lips to linger each time they press into him. A ghost of a breath warming his skin as you worship every facet of his body.

His boner can be felt growing against your warmth. He starts to roll his hips upwards against you, jolting you forward so that your hands fall by his face, catching your weight.

“I don’t wanna wait anymore, pretty girl. I need to feel you around me.” He hisses as he continues to rut against you. His hands pulled your face down to meet his.

“Ride it for me baby.”

You bite your lower lip and nod. Staring him in the eye as you lift yourself up and pull your thong to the side. His eyes lower to your heat, watching as he lines up his tip and groaning at the sight of his fat cock disappearing inside of you.

You sank all the way down on him till your hips were flush against his. Kakashi bites his own lip so hard he makes himself bleed.

“Fuck, it feels even better than I could’ve dreamed. I’ve fucked my fist so many times thinking about this moment and now here you are. Fuck”

His desperate words stir something in you. On your knees you begin to roll your hips back and forth allowing him to come out of you up to his tip before plunging him back in. Kakashi nearly goes cross eyed at the feeling. You mewl a little as the friction of the motion rubs your clit at the same time that he’s stretching you wide. You close your eyes savoring the way he feels.

“Yes baby, just like that. Ride me just like that.”

“Yes daddy, anything for you.”

A depraved smile covers Kakashi’s face. It was filthy and wrong and he loved it. You were his. You belong to him. He coveted you, fingers sinking into your waist as he guided you back and forth.

You lean forward, lowering your face to nest in Kakashi’s neck. Your heavy breaths rush against his sensitive skin. It was heaven to feel the warmth of your labors sweep over him. He pulls you back and forth a little faster.

“Thank you daddy.”

“You’re welcome pretty girl”

You plant your feet under you and begin to jump up and down on him. One hand planted on his sternum. You could feel him reach his deepest depth as you sat high on your throne and the love sick gaze he gave you when you started lifting your hips, smacking them back down with force was enough to make arousal squelch out of you and run all the way down to your bedsheets.

He loved the feeling so much but he needed to go faster. He wanted more friction. He grabs you and flips you onto your back, placing himself above you. Your legs wrap around his torso and he uses the position to pound away inside of you. You cry out rhythmically, each thrust raising your voice an octave as your mind struggles to comprehend the pleasure of how Kakashi fills you.

He leans up, giving his arm just enough space to rub his thumb pad over your engorged bud. Sweeping in circular motions at a pace matching his thrusts.

Your eyebrows knit together in pleasure. Your heart racing from the excitement. Your hands hug around each knee pulling your legs up and apart. Spreading yourself wide for him.

“Daddy! I’m gonna c-cum!” you squeal

He keeps pounding into you. Stroking your nerve bundle in heavenly circles even faster than before. You feel the sweat beading on your brow.

“Oh fuck daddy! Fuck! I c-can’t handle any m-more.”

You’re crying from the pleasure. It was all you could do to not completely crumble underneath him. You were tensing your core, desperate to keep your body sewn together. If you didn’t you were sure that you would lose all shape and simply melt into the bed.

He looks down where you connect and sees a creamy ring. His chest swells with pride.

“You came around daddy’s cock? Then you’re officially mine now baby. You’re not allowed to do that for anyone else.”

“Stop telling me what to do” you breathe, exhausted and exacerbated.

He grabs you and flips you onto your hands and knees, shoving himself inside your sensitive cunt still pulsing from your orgasm. You scream from the sudden and harsh intrusion.

“Stop disrespecting me with that dirty mouth of yours or I’ll take you like a bitch from behind.”

“I fucking dare you to try.” you sneer.

Your insubordination fuels him. His hips begin to launch into you. He rails you on his cock but you regret nothing. You’ll talk back to him all day if he’s going to ram his fat cock into your quivering hole like this. His hand wraps around your throat pulling back so you can’t run from him.

“Does the bad girl like daddy’s cock?”

“Yes! Yes, I like daddy’s cock!”

“That’s right. You’re gonna take daddy’s cock the rest of the night now for being a disrespectful little slut.”

He continues slamming into your behind. His heavy balls swinging forward and slapping into your clit. You squirm from the pleasure, your toes curling from how good it felt.

“I fuckin love how tight you’re wrapping around my cock, pretty baby.”

Only whorish moans and cries come out of you. You begin to babble as his pace quickens. You start to tense up, your tail tucking under you from the intensity of his assault. He pushes down on your back, forcing it to arch.

“Take it like the little slut you are. Always trying to give my pussy away to other boys. Such a bad girl.”

He grabs the back of your head and pushes it down into the pillow.

“When are you ready to admit you’re mine?” He husks as he bullies deep inside of you. He pounds away at your tight slit. Your eyes going cross from how his tip pushes your cervix out of the way. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass.

“Admit it” he growls, “Admit your mine.”

“Fuck!” you throw your head back “Yes! I’m yours!”

You gasp as he thrusts even harder, hearing the words he’s been craving finally come from your mouth. Your eyes squeeze shut. His thrusts are so violent that you bounce off his cock. Your admission has him spiraling with lust. His thighs tighten along with his sack. His dick twitches as it’s dragged in and out of you.

Suddenly he loses his pace and empties the entirety of his balls into your stretched out cunt. Holding himself all the way inside of you, forcing his load to stay stuffed deep in your gummy walls. He leans over your back, whispering into your ear,

“You belong to me baby. Don’t you forget it.”

He pulls out of you letting you fall down exhausted and roll onto your back. Your fucked out face stares back up at him, completely enamored with how good he made you feel.

Kakashi kneels between your legs and leans down to whisper in your ear, “I’m still very disappointed in you for trying to give my pussy away to Tyler. I think I need to fuck a few more loads into you for good measure. You gonna be daddy’s good girl and let me fuck you full of my cum?”

You respond by pulling him down into a sloppy kiss and rutting your dripping hole against his manhood. He was already growing hard again, ready for another deposit. You wondered how many loads he’d fill you with by Christmas day. Your birth control better be ready to work miracles this month.

You hear a faint buzzing sound when Kakashi reaches over and grabs your phone. It’s Ty

Hey, I’m here where are you?

This is her father, she’s busy rn.

Kakashi sets down your phone. “Now pretty baby, where were we?”

Masterlist

#kakashi smut #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #kakashi is daddy #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi senpai #stepdad kakashi #tw stepcest #anon ask #anonymous #story requests #kakashi modern au

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satoluv · 11 months ago

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KIKUFUKU OF LOVE— gojo satoru x gn! reader.

synopsis in which you, take 5 days to decide what to get for gojo satoru’s birthday. happy birthday my love 💕💕 come back to me n our children at home pls ☹️🤭🤭.

# a little mention of breakdown, fluff! hehe wc 1.2k+

3RD DECEMBER

"I'll be back in a week, don't miss me too much baby! mmm" He said with a mouthful of kikufuku, licking his sugar-coated fingers and everything. How annoyingly cute.

You rolled your eyes teasingly. "I think it's you who will be missing me."

Your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru is out on misson for a week, and will only be back on his birthday. — What perfect timing.

You've been wanting to surprise him with a gift for his special day. After all, birthday comes by only once a year.

But what could you possibly gift a man who's rich—Surely he has the money, he could afford anything he wants, so what could you get the man who can afford anything and everything?

4TH DECEMBER

To say you don't miss your boyfriend is an understatement, of course you miss him. He called you when he arrived his hotel earlier, you didn't want to bother him when he's working so you decided to just wait for his next call.

Last year on his birthday, you surprised him with a birthday party along with a Vacheron Constantin, 18K 5N Rose Gold watch that costed you your two kidneys. However upon seeing his reaction made it all worth it.

Of course he loved it, you bought it,— his darling bought it.

To him, it meant more than just a gift. Some people believe one should keep it because of the money— ‘it’s expensive! that's why you have to treasure it forever’ — but growing up in a prestigious clan, no one would’ve wanted to celebrate birthday’s with the six eyes and limitless user. So imagine his reaction when you surprised him with a birthday party.

"I bought this for you."

"It reminded me of you." — It touched him that you were thinking of him.

You thought of him.

He cried in your arms that day, thanking you profusely.

So from that day on, you've decided to give him a present every year for his birthday. Not because you like seeing him vulnerable but because you want to show him that he, who came from a prestigious clan, is someone deserving of love.

Your love.

5TH DECEMBER

“SHOKOOOO i can’t think of any gifts for him” You cried in your best friend’s arm, ranting about how incredibly difficult it was to buy a present for your boyfriend.

Shoko, who had enough of your complains and whines, still listens— that’s one of the qualities you love about her.

“I’m sure he’ll love anything you give him YN. It’s Gojo Satoru you’re talking about. If you’re still clueless, you can try asking Nanami for help, you know?” She patted your back, heading out of the room you both were in.

To your despair, Nanami was nowhere to be found. Apparently he was out training Yuji and will only be back in 3 days. Surely you can’t wait that long! Which has resulted you into asking Megumi.

“That idiot loves kikufuku. I’m sure he’ll love it if you give him that but I know he’ll love anything that you give him.”

You sighed, that is indeed true. Sometimes you wonder how one can eat kikufuku continuously non-stop without getting tired of it. Not that you mind, you love how chubby his cheeks get when he stuffs the kikufuku desserts in his mouth. —how annoyingly cute. You miss him. Just by the thought of the sight tempted you to get that dessert.

6TH DECEMBER

6 December. How could you forget? You had a meet-up with your friends from middle school but you have yet to get Satoru’s gift.

Surely it won’t take long. Your head reassured your worries.

Oh, how were you wrong. You were supposed to have a fun little chit-chat session at the cafe you used to visit during your teenage days.

6pm became 8pm, 8pm became 10pm.

You’re walking along the streets, mentally cursing yourself. The time on the watch Satoru bought for you said 11pm. And you’re having a mini breakdown because you weren’t keeping track of time. You’ve never been good at managing your time. — Well not after you dated Gojo Satoru.

He’d always remind you to take breaks in between your work because you simply can’t give yourself a break. To other people, you’ve been told a workaholic, but to Gojo Satoru, you’re just someone who works harder than others. And for that, you too, deserve a break.

Oh how you miss him.

As you walk down the shops along the pathway leading to your shared apartment, you stole a quick glance on the kikufuku bakery shop that your boyfriends loves.

‘Limited Edition Flavour — GET IT NOW! Today’s the Last Day’

Your eyes lit up. That was the flavour he’s been dying to try but it was always sold out. You ran in without a second thought and bought it as a gift for your boyfriend.

“That idiot loves kikufuku. I’m sure he’ll love it if you give him that but I know he’ll love anything that you give him.” —Surely he’ll love it, right, Megumi?

6TH DECEMBER 11.56pm

You’re sitting on the balcony of your shared home, waiting for his arrival. He might not even come home exactly on his birthday so why wait? — Even though he always said there was no need to wait up for him, you end up doing the opposite. You love waiting up for him even if it means falling asleep on the couch while waiting.

The cold breeze gave you goosebumps on your skin, and you began biting your nails. —A habit of yours, in which Satoru kisses your fingertips in an attempt for you to stop. What if he doesn’t like the gifts you got him? Hell, it was just kikufuku from your local bakery shop. You started pacing around the house, completely unaware of the sound of the keys.

“Sweetheart?”

Were you dreaming? Or was it the voice of your lovely boyfriend?

7TH DECEMBER 12.00AM

You moved from your previous position and jumped straight into Satoru’s arms which he got taken aback but recovered quickly when you felt his arms wrapped around your back.

Oh how you missed him.

“Someone misses me that much h-?”

You placed a finger on his mouth, cupped both his cheeks while leaning your foreheads together, and softly, you said “Happiest of birthday My Satoru. My gift is waiting for you in the kitchen. It’s not much but I-”

He cut you off by kissing your salty-tasted lips. Where were the lips that tasted like strawberries— the strawberry flavoured chapstick he loved so much?

Had you been crying?

He broke the kiss, and walked you both to the kitchen, never letting you go as if you were as fragile as a newborn baby. He sat you on the counter beside the bakery box decorated with ribbons that matched his beautiful cerulean eyes and smiled, immediately knowing what was inside. — His s/o got him the limited edition kikufuku flavour he had been dying to try!

One of his hands rested on your waist while the other squished your cheeks. You squealed.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I enjoy my birthday best with you and your presence is the best gift. That makes everyday my birthday sweetheart, Thank you and I love you.” He kissed your forehead.

It was as if he read your mind. He knew how to clear the doubts in your head.

You covered your face with your palms to cover both your face and hide your sniffles. — You’ve always said you hate how cheesy he gets but— Oh how you love it. And he knows you love it.

He pried your hands away from your face and pinned them above your head. That action made you look up at him. His beautiful snow white hair and cerulean eyes. You pray that one day, your children will inherit those features of his that you love so much.

“Don’t be shy now baby I’m gna’ unwrap my present now”

The next thing you know, his lips found yours again.

a lil bonus! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

likes and reblogs appreciated! 💕💕 & pls be kind to me.

@ satoluv do not plagiarize, translate, or rewrite my writings without my permission !

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru’s birthday #satoru gojo #lily writes! ೀ⋆｡˚#my baby’s birthday #husband’s birthday omg!#i miss him

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thetimelordbatgirl · 3 months ago

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Y’know, Rise of Red is nothing more than a rushed cash grab in an attempt to bank off a pretty much a dead franchise. They’ve scored so poorly on rotten tomatoes with both audience and critics hating on it. 44% for the audience score and 50%. It’s way lower than the ALL three movies combined, and it’s definitely a retcon of all three movies. Plus, if I’m being honest, RoR doesn’t even feel like a descendants movie at all, it felt more like a TikTok/K-pop style movie with mediocre versions of the Disney characters. Case in point, Aladdin and Jasmine.

In addition, I’m worried because RoR has created some stans where they’re hating on the og fans and calling them nostalgia fan and such.Descendants subreddit is more cringy with RoR than fans on TikTok.

First off, don't insult tiktok/K-Pop like that: both of those have better music then whatever the fuck you call Rise of Red's music, let alone both understand fashion better then Mattel/the designers for Rise of Red. Second of all, I mean, your just saying what we all been knowing. There's no reason to keep going with Descendants after the third movie UNLESS its just to milk it for money, and trying to do a soft reboot of the prior three movies and what they established while killing off a character whose actor is sadly no longer with us, just makes it clear as day this is to keep a franchise going for money and that's it. I mean, it's been literally said Mattel helped design the characters just for DOLLS, if that isn't clear where the minds were when it came to this movie. (And fun fact: they cost the same price as a MH G3 doll over here in UK, aka £30....I'll leave it up to anyone reading to decide if they worth that much in comparison to MH G3 which manages to make itself worth that much). But also like, I mean....yeah, it doesn't feel like a Descendants movie...even the third movie, also a shit show, is more of a Descendants movie then this...this just feels like Disney WANTED to do their own take on insert-thing-but-they-in-high-school, but couldn't be bothered to risk doing its own franchise and shoved it into Descendants. And the fact that I've only seen I dunno, ONE goodish review on this movie on Youtube but it still had criticism's brought up and even a channel who liked Descendants hated it....yeah that should be saying a-lot.

But honestly....that was expected. Even before the movie came out, hating on it was considered just being too nostalgia obsessed and its for a new generation so leave it alone and such. So it's not surprising it got worser once it came out. Honestly, I'm speaking for myself, I don't care if Rise of Red fans hate me, its fine. They got enjoyment somehow out of a hour and half...meanwhile I (and my friend since we watched it together) felt like I did with Frozen 2: could have spent time watching something else. Like, enjoy Rise of Red? Fine. But don't get mad if other's didn't like it and are expressing that. The block button is right there. Curate your fandom experience.

#disney descendants #descendants #descendants the rise of red #the rise of red

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nyx-v1 · 1 year ago

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TWST boys at your funeral tw- meantians of death and funerals

[Heartslabyul],[Savanaclaw], [Octavinelle][Scarabia]

Kalim

Kalim covers the cost of the funeral. As soon as he heard you passed he told everyone that he would pay for everything, no matter how much it costs, and of course Crowley didn't stop him.

He decides to throw a big party in your honor. He holds it at his dorm and invites pretty much the whole school. (at this point he has spent way to much money Jamil is not having fun keeping track of his spendings.)

Kalim is very honest about his feeling and won't hide the fact that he's sad about you dying, that he miss you, but he thinks funerals should be used to celebrate the person who passed, so he tries his best to be happy around everyone else. The only time he'll allow himself to show his sadness is when he is alone.

He Goes around trying to cheer every one up with gifts, or by offering to do things for them. Kalim just wants everyone to feel better.

Despite his energetic and loud personlity Kalim is somehow the most respectful person during the funeral. He absolutely does not bother with any one else, he wants he attention to just be on you. If others are talking poorly about you he doesn't even notice, because he is only really focused on the service.

He was going to wear brighter colors to your funeral but he was told by Jamil not to because it might be offensive from where you some from, and kalim doesn't even want to think about somehow disrespecting you so he ask Jamil to double check everything he's done for setting up the funeral.

Although Kalim is not the smartest person he is very emotionally intelligent.

He is very good with understanding how other people feel,and why they feel that way, so he works his hardest to cheer others up when he sees how much everyone is struggling after your death.

Kalim tries his best to cheer Jamil up, but his attempts end up causing more problems for Jamil to deal with.

Kalim understands whats its like to lose someone, even if it might not specifically be by death, so he spoils Grim even worse than everyone else, if Jamil wasn't there he probably would have given Grim some really important items(probably some national treasure).

He spends a lot of time at your grave, just talking to you, just like when you were alive. Doing this helps Kalim feel more at ease.

He has custom jewelry made for you and him, in time for your funeral. He makes you and him matching bracelets.

Kalim is by far the most emotionally stable person, and he knows that losing you has effected him deep down,and he deiced to go to counseling for a little, just so he could have someone to talk to without having to burden Jamil with his feelings.

After your death Jamil is a little emotionally unstable,and sometimes takes it out on others, including Kalim,and Kalim is very understanding towards Jamil. He always make sure to never be upset at Jamil unless his action cross the line, other than that he makes sure to respect Jamil and give him the space he needs to properly deal with his feelings.

Kalim probably tries to contact your spirt but with ghost hunting equipment but nothing ends up happening, so he gives up trying to your ghost.

Bonus: What kind of flower they would leave you+ what they would say

Blue Hydrangea- gratitude, honesty, deep understanding

"I hope you have a fun time where ever you are, I'll miss you [name]!"

Jamil

Jamil is the one to keep Kalims spending on your funeral with in reason and he makes sure that Kalim doesn't try to do anything to out there.

Jamil shows up to the funeral all dressed up, suit and tie. Your funral is one of the only time he would change his hair style.He also adds little hair accessory that have your favourite color on them.

During the funeral he doesn't speak all the much, he's mainly keeping an eye on Kalim, making sure that Kalim doesn't try anything.

When other students talk negative about you he just rolls his eyes, they're not worth his time. He already knows that other students are going to take care of the rude students.

Jamil is not very expressive so it looks like he is carrying on like normal. It's really hard to tell that he's actually struggling.

He refuses to talk to kalim about your death, when ever kalim brings up the topic he either changes the topic or will find some excuse to leave.

With out you there every thing feels quite to him, and Jamil now finds himself falling behind in school work for a little, and he loses motivation for club. He ends up feeling really burned out for a while, not feeling like he can do anything.

When Jamil just needs to get away from everything he vists ramshackle, talking a quick walk in the area around the dorm. Being at the dorm reminds him of when he felt like he has someone who truly understood him.

begrudgingly goes along with kalim to visit your grave, but he actually doesn't mind. If for some reason your grave gets messed up or the area around it is Jamil will clean it up .

Keeps a photo of you on him normally in the pocket of his school blazer.

The first week is the roughest Jamil tries to be normal, but he just finds that everything gets on his nerves a lot easier. Anything that annoys his makes him snap. Most of the other dorm members try to stay clear of Jamil. Once Jamil calms down his dorm mates start to avoid him less but still make sure to stay on his good side, making sure they doing everything right.

Jamil will never explicitly say that he's sad about your death and that he miss you. He'll NEVER let kalim think he's even remotely upset about your death, he would rather die than let Kalim have a reason to pity him.

He stops kalim from spending lots of money on ghost hunting equipment.As much as he would love to talk to you one last time he knows it's probably not possible, so instead he makes sure to stop Kamil from wasting a lot of money trying to talk with you spirit.

Bonus: What kind of flower they would leave you+ what they would say

Red Spider Lily- meaning: death, sad memory, last goodbyes

Not one to speak his feelings for you out loud, so I can't see him saying much to you. Instead Jamils actions are much more subtle, he leaves a small note with you, and on that note are his true feelings towards you , he's never letting anyone read it.

#twst x reader #angst #twst angst #scarabia x reader #jamil twst #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #Kalim x reader #kalim al asim #jamil viper #twisted wonderland x reader

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stupd000 · 1 year ago

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❤️‍🩹Misheard❤️‍🩹

Cw//Angel gets stood up, Alcohol, brief argument, stress, Angel is a teacher! :)

I worked rlly hard on this, hope you like it!! @weepingredwillow

It had been a rough month, for both David and Angel. David had to prep for countless jobs, having to separate the pack to different towns, even states sometimes! This cost a lot of money for the business, making them have to work even harder, and it was an endless loop of loosing and gaining money throughout the month.

Angel, who was working at a middle school as a science teacher at the time, AND still going to college for full certification, had an incredibly stressful and busy month. The end of the school year was rearing its ugly head right into their face. Stacks upon stacks of ungraded papers seemed to suffocate them.

Luckily for them both, by the end of the month, all of there problems have died down. The craziness of the entire month had left it so they hadn’t had to much time to spend together. They had only seen each other when they went to sleep, and sometimes not even then.

They had decided to have a little date night, to celebrate their hard work.

But..

Angel, had assumed they would go to both of their favorite restaurant together,it was the only restaurant they agreed was good, after all. when David asked if they wanted to have dinner together, their mind automatically went to their go-to.

David, on the other hand, had made dinner for the two of them. Assuming that they’d be home by now, he texts them…No reply, He calls them….no answer.

Meanwhile, Angels sitting nervously at the restaurant, their knee bouncing up and down vigorously as they chew on their nails. Where was he? They look like they’ve been stood up by some random guy for christ sake!

At this point, David’s already sitting on the couch, practically staring down the front door, just waiting to hear that satisfying clunk of the Lock.

But it hadn’t come

At this point Angel was getting fed up, it’s been an hour and he’s still not here!! Fuck, They need a drink.

They grab their coat and walk to the nearest bar. It was cold that night, god they wish he was here right now.

On David’s side, his anxiety’s through the roof. Where the hell were they?! He stands up abruptly, walking to the kitchen. When did his head start to hurt? He scrambles around in his liquor cabinet, looking through the half drunken bottles til he finds a bottle of scotch, he shakily poors some into a shot glass he had bought on a solstice trip a few years back.

He downs the shot, then another..then another, christ he’s tired. He walks over to the couch..closing his eyes for a seconds and then..lights out.

Angels sitting at some random bar downtown, playing with the shot glass they’d been given a few minutes ago, sloshing the tiny amount of alcohol in circles..until they hear their name being called..?

Darlin’-“Hey, ___ what’re you doing here…is David not with you?”

Darlin takes a look around, trying to find the mountain of a man brooding in some corner,

Angel-“Nope. stood me up.”

They chuckle at their statement. Their own finance, Standing them up on a date. Christ they sounded like a high schooler.

Darlin-“He did what?! That doesn’t sound like him?? Have you texted him??”

Angel sighs and shrugs

Angel-“My text aren’t going through”

They show them the green speech bubbles on their phone.

Darlin’-“That motherfucker.”

They mutter, grabbing their phone out of their pocket and angrily typing on their phone.

Angel-“___, I just told you text aren’t-“

Darlin-“I know, I’m messaging him on discord.”

Angel sighs, they order another shot before slamming it down on the table.

Darlin grabs their wrist, dragging them to their motorcycle.

Angel-“Um…___,?•

Darlin-“I’m takin you home.”

David Awakes abruptly from the sound of his phone, dinging repeatedly until the text come to a stop

9 New Messages from Tank.

The message was Them berating him for standing them up, leaving them waiting like that! They tell him they found them sitting at the bar, they can’t even describe how sad they looked!!

As he goes on to read the rest of the text, he hears the sound of tires on gravel outside of the house..but thats not…

Oh...

Darlin storms into the house, dragging along Angel by the wrist. Darlin pushes down Angel onto the couch next to them

Darlin-“Talk this shit out.”

….

D-“Where the hell were you?!”

A-“Where was I?! Where were you?! I waited at our restaurant for an hour for you!! You said we would have dinner tonight!”

D-“I told you we would HAVE dinner, not go out! Christ do you ever listen?!”

A-“Don’t do that! You never fucking specified-“

D-“Don’t give me that shit!”

Angel notices how david slurs his words..how his movements are slowed and sloppier than usual..

D-“What?”

A-“..have you been drinking..?”

D-“Yeah. And you have too.”

Angel nods, closing their eyes and sighing.

D-“Why didn’t you come home?”

David asks in a gentler tone

A-“I-“

They cut themselves off..not wanting to get angry at him. It was a misunderstanding after all.

A-“I thought, that when you said that we were going to have dinner together, that we were going out.”

D-“I called you like 10 times.”

Angel takes out their phone, and looking through their missed calls. All of which, were green.

A-“Shit Davey…there was no signal. I didn’t-“

A relief washes over David at the nickname. They were here. He was still their Davey, and they were his Angel.

D-“Have you eaten yet..?”

Angel shakes their head.

D-“Dinners…Dinners in the oven, I can warm it back up if you want..”

Angel nods, running a hand over their face and through their hair

A-“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled.

D-“‘m sorry too..”

Angel opens their arms, silently asking for a hug.

David complies happily, pulling them into a tight hug.

D-“Love you.”

A-“Love you too..”

#ANGST😈#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted vampires #redacted summit

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talentisntgenius · 9 months ago

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Bottoms (2023) but instead of a fight club they have a gaming club — Part 1.

headcanons(?), loose plot, and shenanigans.

The club was established a long time ago by Josie, PJ, and Hazel when the school started to require every student to be a part of a club.

PJ didn't want to partake in any club as they all seem to involve physical exertion and community service so she thought they could just make up their own and they ended up with a gaming club.

They had high hopes for the club in the beginning bc who doesn't like video games?! But it turns out three nerds endorsing the club didn't seem too appealing to the many students of Rockbridge Falls High.

They used to play different types of games until they decided to exclusively play Tekken bc it's PJ's favorite and everything PJ's demanding ass wants, she gets (/pos. she's princess).

Also bc there were only three of them and Hazel always seemed to go with whatever PJ wanted.

They play local tourneys... Oh, and they never win!

They get a ten dollar budget from the school which they use to buy food after participating in a tourney.

PJ is Lili main because duh! She's gay and dramatic.

PJ's adamant that she mains Lili bc she's 'hot and sexy' but really she just thinks her outfit is pretty </3

Hazel is Asuka main mostly bc PJ is Lili main lol she also mains Lars.

PJ thinks Hazel purposefully choses Asuka to piss her off bc Hazel always beats her.

Josie is Jin main but sometimes she plays Josie just because :)

Josie draws Tekken fanart/comics.

Sometimes Josie draws Asulili fanart to piss off PJ. She gives them to Hazel who puts them up in her bedroom <3

PJ believes Josie's a show-off for being a Jin main but Josie thinks it just shows how much of a loser shut-in she is.

PJ spams single moves when she wants to piss off Josie.

And yes PJ was definitely a button masher. When they were younger Hazel beat her twelve times in a row and she got so mad that she didn't talk to Hazel for a whole day until Hazel showed her what practice mode is actually for.

She grinded so much that time that she failed a test but it was all worth it when she finally beat Hazel. It wasn't that long until Hazel was, yet again, unbeatable to PJ.

Josie is defo the best out of all of them, she's naturally great at remembering combos.

Josie and Hazel loves discoursing/theorizing about the plot and characters with each other.

Hazel makes them club shirts every year bc she's the rich one.

Hazel loves experimenting with/building fightsticks.

Hazel likes to write down combos she find on YouTube and she shares it with the club when they meet.

Hazel also takes notes about what everyone needs to improve during their sessions. Josie takes notes when it's her turn.

And PJ thinks it's stupid, "You guys don't need to do all that. Literally, no one cares about this club but us. We could be not doing any of this and no one will care,"

When they got to senior year they were given a notice by the school telling them they were gonna shut them down and m cut off their budget if they don't rack up at least ten members and gain any significant achievement for the school.

"Fuck this stupid fucking school. Why can't we be ugly, gay, and untalented in peace?! Does that mean it's one dollar for each student? Do they think my Tekken expertise costs a dollar?!"

Luckily Hazel got Sylvie and Crystal to join. Annie's also there, she doesn't play, she just sits there and complain the violence.

Sylvie is Panda/Kuma main. Crystal is King main. Annie will play Julia but only if she's playing against Sylvie.

Hazel also got Stella Rebecca to join too but only cuz she told her about the tourney prize money.

Stella started out as a Chloe main until she saw PJ playing as Alisa once and got into her bc chainsaws ^-^ !

They're still missing three members and lo and behold— Isabel and Brittany joined the club.

#bottoms 2023 #pjhazel #hazel callahan #josabel #this got out of hand but also idc #it's MY fixation and I MAKE the rules

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idefendthecrimes · 8 months ago

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Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort.

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost?

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops.

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 8 months ago

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>They are really following the “saving child shigaraki” path 💀

No? Well, yes, but Deku seeing what happened to Tenko and talking to Tenko was always going to happen, it doesn't mean that only child Tenko gets saved lol. Tenko is Shigaraki's origin, his core, his genuine ideas, his honne (true feelings and desires). Of course Deku has to understand and save Tenko to save adult!Tenko, lol. Nobody seemed to complain when child!Ochako was talking to child!Himiko and etc., so what's up with some people's attitude now? 😭

I think the fandom is a bit paranoid because they really fear some theories.

I sometimes entertain those theories just to fuck around and create what ifs. It's a mere childplay. "Oh what if the school burned today and we all graduated earlier" type of mindset. The odds of it happening are non-existent, but c'mon. Unless you plan to burn the school yourself or you know someone will try, the odds are almost zero.

"but somewhere in the world a school burned—"

Sure, some mangas decide to end things the worst way possible only to cause shock, to fuck with fans, for money, sometimes simply because they don't understand their own stories. Even the big mangas is subjected to that. The author can go bananas for whatever reason and give you a terrible ending.

From my perspective, Horikoshi has rarely lost sight of the story he wants to tell. If he opens a plotline, he takes care to close it later. We got our traitor, we got the resolution with the Todorokis, we got AFO, class 1B, the villain comebacks...

Even when there were moments I knew Horikoshi went a little on the tangent (like Stars and Stripes) he was quick to return to the main issue. In bnha, to get an answer for your question you only have to wait for the manga to explain it— or in some cases, check the spin-off. If the answer is not in bnha itself, it normally is in the Vigilantes manga.

When someone asks me "Hey Shan, do you think that is possible?" the correct answer is always yes, because as long as the story is not over anything can happen. Objectively speaking, yes, it is as possible as anything else. As long as you're alive a lightning strike can hit you. A shark can bite you. An alien can come for you. The odds are there.

Now, is it probable?

No, not much.

Turning Tomura into a child to erase his crimes and resolve Deku's role within the plot is not only the lazy route, but also a disservice to the story. People don't resurrect out of nowhere in bnha. Limbs don't grow again. This is a story where the consequences are permanent. Even saving Mirio had a cost. There are only a few characters that can magically heal and their participation is soo little, it's almost as if they weren't there.

Each story has rules. You don't care about the real life rules or your own law code or whatever; you care about the inner rules of that story.

So far, Horikoshi has taken care of not breaking the inner rules of bnha. Why would he do so now?

Another bnha trait is that it doesn't stay stagnant on a plotline that is interesting yet irrelevant to the main story. It also doesn't hurry the story if it needs to go down a certain path. It will happen on its own time, after the events that need to happen had happened too. Example: saving Tomura has been a whole process. If Horikoshi were to turn Tomura into a child, why would he show all that he has shown us?

That's 'cause Horikoshi is explaining Deku's choice of saving Tomura. I know the trend of separating Tomura from Tenko, but it's absurd. They are one and the same. The kid is the adult and vice versa. You save the kid version, you save the adult one too. In order to save the adult one, you need to save the kid first. And if you went all the way to save that person, why would you want to erase all of it and turn them into a child again?

Isn't the story about how Deku giving little Tenko a chance? Isn't the story about Deku telling others they can do the impossible? Didn't Nighteye say that Deku could change the future and now we see him also changing the past, if only to allow the present to be a little more bearable? Livable?

I'll say this here: the theory that dictates that the heroes will turn the villains into kids to save them and the villains will stay like that has absolutely no foundation within the story.

If it happens, it's bad writing.

Horikoshi uses the kid images as symbolism. It is meant to represent the core of a person. It's the part of them that would never change, the part of them that dictates their dreams and goals, what they hate and love, who they are. It's the most basic of their forms, their essence, their soul if you want to speak on those terms.

Heroes are meant to connect with those parts of a human in order to save them, because the job of a hero is not only saving the body, but the human as a whole. To preserve hope, to heal past wounds and give people a reason to smile. To help people laugh as a kid again, to bring back their wonder and their innocence, to fight the apathy and the cynical part of themselves.

Bnha is fantasy. People have powers. The dead can communicate with the living. Of course that the heroes can talk with the childhood versions of the people to heal their past traumas.

Easy as that.

I can't say for sure if the villains will live or die. I only have my opinion (they'll live), but I am not the author. Horikoshi can have an epiphany tomorrow and kill everyone in the story with a meteor. Idk.

I can only say that Horikoshi has presented a cohesive and coherent writing, one that follows the lines it dictates to their natural conclusion. If things stay like that, there's no need to fear none of the crazy theories circulating the fandom. At the end of the day that's all they are, theories.

#shan's asks #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha 417 #mha 417 #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha leaks #mha leaks #shan's bnha opinions #shan's mha opinions

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praetoravila · 2 months ago

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take two: begging to know everything about macie and her relationship w her parents!!

ahh thank you!! okay,, massive trigger warning for crossing boundaries, abuse and mentions of divorce

macie is the baby of the family, and she was an accident. her mom went behind her dad’s back and basically sabotaged the birth control they were using bc she wanted another kid after the twins and she knew he wasn’t going to agree to it otherwise. so from the start, she’s starting off on the wrong foot (though it’s obviously not her fault)

her mom is like every stereotype of a southern pageant mom you’ve ever seen. mean as hell, willing to throw others under the bus to get what she wants. and unfortunately amber has always been enabled in her shitty behaviour. macie’s memaw (her maternal grandmother) has a similar personality type and it’s just a thing for women in their family to be like that.

meanwhile, her dad comes from a very strong puerto rican background. her abuela is strong headed but she’s one of the kindest and most loving women ever. macie takes a lot after her abuela compared to her mom’s side of the family.

anyway, macie’s older sisters (the twins) decide that when they are in middle school (when macie is around 3) that they no longer want anything to do with pageants, or dance bc of the immense pressure their mom was putting on them for it.

and amber sets her sights on macie instead. she signs her up for dance classes, singing, acting. in every way she can, she’s trying to make her daughter a star. think melissa ziegler from dance moms

even if it’s to macie’s detriment. she ignores when macie is sick and should be resting. ignores it when shes clearly showing signs of stress.

and that’s when the physical abuse begins. macie doesn’t place well in a dance competition? she’s getting hit. macie forgets her song at a singing competition? there’s cigarette burns that need to be covered up on her back.

this goes on for about three years, so from the ages of 4-7, her mom is not only emotionally abusive, she’s now becoming physically abusive as well.

and her sisters start to realize this as well, but they are still teenagers. they’ve just turned 16, they can’t afford to move out and take their sister with them. not yet at least.

and eric is oblivious to this. at least for a while. as the primary breadwinner and a truck driver, he’s out of town for most of the month, and the days that he is around, amber and the girls act like they’re all just one big happy family.

but eventually he finds out. the specifics of this i haven’t figured out yet, but he sees some of the scars on macie’s back and he’s like what the fuck

he confronts amber about it, she plays innocent but he knows his kid. he knows she isn’t able to reach around her back like that. he knows that she’s not playing with cigarettes and lighting them. he knows damn well that macie doesn’t flinch when he’s around.

and that’s the final nail in the coffin for eric. him and amber’s relationship has been disintegrating for years (honestly, macie’s birth was a shitty dollar tree bandaid over an already failing marriage) and he’s done. he doesn’t care how much money it’s going to cost him, he wants a divorce and he wants full custody.

after two hard years of fighting in court, eventually he gets given full custody of all three of his daughters. technically the twins are already 19, so they can choose who they want to live with anyway, but they make the choice to live with him while they’re not at uni. and eric quits his job as a truck driver and goes back to being a mechanic.

there’s a lot of guilt on his part for not being there with the kids, and for letting the abuse go on for so long though macie and her sisters don’t blame him at all.

macie makes the choice at 12 that she wants to move to los angeles to pursue music, and initially eric is extremely against it. partially bc he knows that amber moved to california after the divorce and partially bc he in no way wants his kid wrapped up in the hollywood lifestyle. but macie’s incredibly persuasive, and with her sisters going to university at the university of arizona, he figures the west coast can’t be that bad

so he leaves the shop, and goes after her as a sort of dadager (dad manager. he’s workshopping the title okay?)

and that brings us to our current btr canon!

#oc; macie smittens garcia #oc; macie smittens-garcia #oc; eric garcia #oc; amber smittens #asks #tw abuse

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aparticularbandit · 5 months ago

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What Makes You Different (Makes You Beautiful)

Summary: Kyoko has never thought school dances were an appropriate use of time.

It does not matter that Junko asked her to go to one. She will simply refuse to go.

...except that Junko is oddly persistent.

For DR Rarepair Week 2024 Day Two: Summer Outing/School Dance, hosted by @dr-rarepair-week-blog.

Rating: T.

AO3

Kyoko doesn’t do school events.

She’s never thought much of them, likely because she wasn’t raised in a school environment. Her grandfather taught her everything she needed to know while carting her around the world on one case after another; festivals and school dances and talent shows are things she read about in books, saw on television shows, and – on occasion – investigated the after-effects for suspects in light of one (or more) murders. They’re things that happen in the real world, but they don’t happen in her world.

Not until White Day and Valentine’s Day the first year she was in middle school, when her grandfather decided against all probability to send her to a Catholic school back in Japan; not until Christmas mass that she skipped with Yui to peer down on the lights and people from above, snow blanketing the world as the bright colors filtered through stained glass (right before being interrupted by one of the worst detectives she has ever met (in terms not of ability, but of something else that Yui, not her grandfather, instilled in her); not until taking time out to notice and buy exactly the cake that Yui wanted, until being gifted ribbons to hold her braids in place after—

When Kyoko ties the only ribbon she has left from that short time with Yui into her hair, she does so like a promise, like a shield, like a stronger reminder than her gloves could ever be. (Those only remind her of her own mistakes; this reminds her of Yui’s sacrifice. Both a failure of sorts. Both at a cost.)

Kyoko doesn’t do school events because they are frivolous and useless and a waste of time and money that the school could funnel into a thousand and one other things that aren’t this. It doesn’t matter that it’s assumed necessary to help her classmates relieve stress or to bolster friendships between them or what have you. In a few years’ time, who will honestly care about any of this?

“You just hate them because no one ever invited you,” Junko says into Kyoko’s thoughts as though she can hear them (and sometimes, Kyoko’s certain that she can, more than Sayaka ever could). She stands in front of Kyoko, who sits still at her desk long after the other students have left for the day with a mystery novel in her hand, but leans against the back of her own chair, arms crossed. “You just hate them because you’ve never been.”

Kyoko flips a page in her book like she isn’t paying attention. (She already has the mystery figured out; it’s easier with narratives than it is with real life. Narratives have to make sense. Real life doesn’t.) “I’ve been to plenty of—”

“Don’t lie to me, Kyokyo!” Junko makes a tsking noise, striking her tongue against her teeth. She’s the only one bold enough to try and talk to Kyoko while she’s reading. It should be infuriating. (It isn’t.) “You’ve never been to a dance a single solitary day in your life! And you absolutely cannot know what it’s like until you’ve been to one!”

“They sound boring.”

Junko scoffs. Rolls her eyes. “Everything’s boring if you look hard enough. That’s no reason to be a party pooper.”

“I’m not a party pooper if I don’t go.” Kyoko flips another page. She’s skimming the book at this point. It’s not even good. If she put her own experiences to paper, it would be better than this trash. Why would Toko recommend it to her in the first place? Just because it’s a mystery novel? And she’s a detective?

Sometimes she thinks no one will ever think of her as anything other than her ability.

(Which is fine. Her whole identity is wrapped up in being a detective, just as it always has been. The only one who ever thought that was bad was—)

“Sure you are.” Junko pushes herself straight and walks over to the windows just next to them. She stares out at nothing – at something, maybe, although Kyoko fights the instinct to turn and look – and then says, “Hey, why don’t you go to the dance with me? I’ll make sure you have a good time.”

Kyoko sighs and sets the book on her desk. “I don’t dance.”

Junko rolls her eyes. “No one our age dances. Except for Sayaka, but I don’t think that even really counts.” She considers for a moment and then taps her chin with one long, skeletal finger. “Or Saioniji-senpai, but that’s a different kind of dancing, and she’s not going to even be there because she’s got, like, a prior engagement or something like that.” Then she gives a shake of her head, her characteristic twintails flapping back and forth so fast they might as well hit her in the face. “Not that it matters! Dances are about having fun, Kyoko, and half the time you act like you’ve got a stick up your ass, and you should have some fun once in a while!”

Finally, Kyoko glances up, only to catch Junko grinning down at her. “If no one dances, then what’s the point of calling it a dance? They could call it something else and be much more accurate.”

“And have no one show up.” All of a sudden, Junko gets on one knee next to Kyoko’s seat, takes one of Kyoko’s gloved hands in her own, and stares at that hand as she says, “Kyoko Kirigiri, you would make me the happiest girl in the world, if you would—”

“Stop that.” Kyoko flicks Junko’s forehead.

Junko flings her head back like Kyoko’s actually hurt her, like she’s some sort of super-powered ninja assassin from some secret village in the whatever, she hasn’t even seen this show, she’s just seen the image a billion times since Hifumi got distracted with it and Mukuro started binging it with him. Junko flings her head back, and she covers her forehead with both hands as she settles again, and she pouts as she glances up at Kyoko with the biggest puppy dog eyes that might actually have a bigger effect if she weren’t half covering them by reaching up to cover her forehead. “What did you do that for?” She sniffles as though she might cry. “I was just trying to be nice. You didn’t have to hit me!”

“I didn’t hit you that—” Kyoko cuts herself off and sighs. “If I agree to go with you, will you stop this—” She gestures with one hand at all of Junko. “—whatever this is?”

“And one dance.”

Kyoko stares, blank-faced at Junko, who doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “No.”

Junko’s pout deepens, and her hands drop from her forehead, where a very red mark appears bright against her pale skin. She wraps her arms around herself. “Bu-bu-but…if you’re my date and you don’t dance with me—”

“I didn’t say it was a date—”

“Kyoko Kirigiri, you think a girl like me would ask you to a dance and not give you the full experience?” Junko’s feigned sadness disappears, replaced by shock, her mouth dropping open, eyes wide.

“I—”

“Honestly, you think so little of me.” Junko sniffles again. “It’s not like you’re ever going to go to another dance ever again, since you think they’re all boring and bad and a waste of time and whatever, so yes, this is a date, and yes, you are going to dance two dances with me—”

“You said one—”

“—price goes up the longer this goes, Kyokyo, you should know that, and besides, you can’t have the full experience if you don’t do a line dance and a slow dance and just a, you know, normal dance, so yes, you are going to dance at least three dances with me—”

Kyoko covers Junko’s mouth with one gloved hand. “One dance,” she says, meeting Junko’s eyes and holding up a finger with her other hand. “I will dance one dance with you. And you will stop this ridiculous…bartering. You understand?” She presses her lips together and then states, “And it’s not a date. Don’t call it that. We’re not…. We’re not.” Then she waits.

After a few minutes where Kyoko is absolutely certain that Junko is licking the palm of her glove, Junko finally scowls (or as much as she can with her mouth covered), crosses her arms, and gives a nod. Then, when Kyoko removes her hand, Junko grabs her fingers. “Two dances,” she says, “and you have to dress up. Date or no date, you have to dress up. That’s part of the experience.”

“One dance,” Kyoko insists. Then she sighs, “And I let you dress me up.”

“Great!” Junko gives Kyoko’s hand a shake and then leans forward. “Only I can’t be the person who dresses you up. I can’t see you until I come to get you. Then I get to be wowed by how you look.” She reaches out and gently tucks strands of Kyoko’s hair out of her face. Then she stands, brushes her hands on her legs, and says, “I’ll send Sayaka to take care of you.”

Kyoko blinks again. “Wait. No. You won’t send anyone to—”

Junko just waves behind her. “Gotta go see the school nurse for this awful blemish. See you in a few hours!”

The door clicks shut. Kyoko stares at Junko’s form until she disappears from the classroom door. Then she picks up her mystery novel, groans, and shoves it under her arm.

Fine.

It’s not like she has any choice.

Apparently.

The dance starts at 7:00pm exactly, which means that Junko should arrive to Kyoko’s dorm to get her at no later than 6:45pm if they want to be on time, but Kyoko notes when the clock not only hits that but passes it, when it hits 7:00pm and passes that, when it continues even further. She fiddles with her phone, debating whether she should text Junko or not and eventually deciding against it; it’s not like she really wanted to go to the stupid dance anyway, so if Junko never shows up, then so much the better. Maybe this is what Junko meant by the full experience: not going but being stood up. That’s part of the school dance experience for a lot of people – it’s certainly part of the dating experience (although she insists, even if it’s just to herself, that this is absolutely not a date) – so why shouldn’t this be part of what Junko has planned? Why wouldn’t it be all of what Junko has planned?

Then the knock comes on her door at precisely 7:37pm.

Kyoko debates even answering. By now, she’s already started removing the far too much jewelry Sayaka let her borrow and setting it on her desk to return to her later, and she’s just starting to unzip the outrageous dress she’s dressed in. It’s not a bad dress by any means; Sayaka certainly did her best in terms of trying to find something that not only fit Kyoko but went with her personality. It’s not overly frivolous, it’s not covered in ruffles or bows, it’s not extremely low cut. She just….

She doesn’t feel like her.

The knock comes again, and Kyoko sighs. “You’re late,” she calls out as she walks over to the door.

“Duh.” Junko is rolling her eyes. That tone of voice means that she is rolling her eyes. Kyoko can see it even before she opens the door. “I’m the Ultimate Fashionista, Kyokyo. I have to be fashionably late. It’s, like, my whole thing.” Of course, all of that is muffled, coming through the door as it is, only the last bit clear as Kyoko opens the door. Then Junko pushes past her, one hand – gloved, Junko is wearing gloves – held aloft before she spins and settles on Kyoko’s mattress, hands pressed down on either side of her. “Let me look at you!”

Kyoko blinks.

There are no words – but, for once when it comes to Junko, there are no words in a good, nearly appreciative way.

Mostly.

A long, expertly tailored dress hugs Junko’s form, the fabric a deep shade of midnight blue but threaded through with a purple so light it might as well be white, mimicking the color of Kyoko’s hair. Thin strips like ribbon in that same purple linger off the shoulder, tight around her bicep (Junko has muscles; she didn’t know that Junko had muscles – which sounds idiotic; everyone has muscles – but Junko has defined muscles, which doesn’t make sense given how skeletal she is – not rippling like Sakura’s, but lean and…and Kyoko doesn’t care, why does she care); that same light purple ribbon carries in a straight line across the curve of her chest. Along her torso, the midnight blue fabric is tied together like a corset with more ribbon, tight enough that Kyoko doesn’t understand how Junko can breathe, and there’s barely any fabric between that and the extremely long slit in the fabric through which most of, if not all, of Junko’s leg can be seen. Embroidered flowers dance up the edge of the slit as though trying to draw attention to it (which is absolutely not fair, in Kyoko’s opinion, but honestly, what did she expect from Ultimate Fashionista Junko (the answer is she expected something flashy and loud and attention-seeking in an entirely different way, not this elegance)), and those same embroidered flowers dance up the length of her silk gloves.

Junko is, unexpectedly, beautiful.

…other than the twin buns her hair is tied into with midnight blue fabric, which gives her a childish look, like she’s cosplaying some anime character that Kyoko doesn’t know but, again, has seen pictures of here and there.

And in spite of everything else going on with Junko’s appearance, that is what Kyoko comments on: “Your hair looks stupid.”

Junko’s face falls. “Really? You really think so?” She sucks her lower lip between her teeth, averting her gaze. “I thought it was cute.”

“It doesn’t fit.” Kyoko’s eyes roam along Junko again, examining her. “Your entire look is one thing, but your hair is something entirely other.” She doesn’t know how to put it into better words than that. Fashion isn’t her thing. So she just says it again, hopelessly, “It doesn’t fit.”

“You saying you know fashion better than the Ultimate Fashionista?”

“No, I—”

“Man, it’s a good thing I didn’t mean to leave these in, then, huh?” Junko flashes her a grin. Then she pats the mattress next to her. “Wanna help me take them out?”

Kyoko doesn’t understand. “We’re already late. Don’t we need to—”

Junko waves a hand dismissively. “It’s fine, it’s fine. The dance will be going for hours, so it’s fine if we take a little longer.” She gestures for Kyoko to sit with her. “C’mon, c’mon. You’re going to love how my hair looks when it’s out of these things! It gets all wavy and, well, not curly, exactly, but it’s really, really pretty.” As Kyoko sits next to her, she continues, “Almost as pretty as you, but not. quite.”

A flush spreads hot across Kyoko’s cheeks. What does someone even say to that sort of thing? Does she counter it? Deny it? What good would that do? Does she redirect it and turn it into a compliment? Junko gets enough of those; hearing a pat one from Kyoko just to avoid the one she’s been given doesn’t feel like it’s a great idea. Should she just ignore it? That seems rude. Of course, Junko probably doesn’t even mean it. She’s probably just—

“It’s not nice to joke about that sort of thing,” Kyoko replies. “You might hurt someone’s feelings.”

“Yours?”

Kyoko shakes her head as she reaches up and gently unties the ribbon from the hair bun closest to her. “No,” she murmurs, despite the flush still scarleting her cheeks. “I don’t care about that. Besides, I know you’re joking.”

At her words, Junko turns, eyes wide. “But I wasn’t joking, Kyokyo. I was being completely honest with you!” She pouts, fluttering her eyelashes. “It really hurts when you don’t believe me.”

“Then maybe quit joking around all of the time, and I’ll take you at your word.”

Junko considers that for a moment. She runs her fingers gentle through her hair as she carefully unwinds it, unpins it, from the opposite bun. “You do look good,” she murmurs, turned away from her. “Especially in that outfit. What do you think? I had it specially made for you.” Just as Kyoko opens her mouth to answer, she says, “And by specially made, I mean I made it, so if you’re going to tear that dress to shreds, you better consider my fragile sensibilities and try again, got it?”

Her voice is chipper. That means that’s probably a joke. Probably.

Kyoko considers her own outfit and on doing so realizes that it’s nearly the opposite of Junko’s. They’re a matching set. (How long did Junko plan this? She couldn’t have known Kyoko would give in. But these must have taken months to make. So how—) Unlike Junko’s midnight blue with lavender accents, Kyoko’s is lavender with midnight blue accents. But it’s softer, not as form-fitting as Junko’s is: lavender ribbon straps instead of off the shoulder; a longer, thinner silhouette with a thin slit; the midnight blue accents only seen in the embroidered flowers just at her left hip bone, the lace just beneath the slit, and the edges of the ribbons used to construct her gloves. Unlike Junko’s gloves, which are one long piece with embroidered flowers along them, Kyoko’s gloves have the outward appearance of medical bandages wrapped completely around her hands and up to her elbow, only the bandages are ribbons with that midnight blue thread along their edges; beneath that appearance, there’s only soft midnight blue velvet, with the exception of the compression aspects she needed for her burns—

Junko was paying so much more attention than Kyoko ever thought she would.

And yet.

“Sayaka gave me a lot of jewelry, but I took most of it off.”

“Yeah, she tends to over accessorize. You were right to take it off.” Junko turns just enough to meet her eyes. “But the dress, Kyokyo. The gloves! What do you think?”

Kyoko swallows. “I like the dress,” she says, and she pauses, gaze flicking to the not bandages wrapped around her hands. This time, she doesn’t flinch. Barely.

(Every time she sees them, she remembers waking in the hospital alone. Every time she sees them, it hurts. Every time she sees them, she thinks of Yui, which….)

“Why bandages?” Kyoko asks instead, letting her gaze flick to Junko’s face as much as she can, pretending she doesn’t. “Do I seem that frail to you?’

“No, no! Not at all!” Junko takes Kyoko’s gloved hands in her own. She rubs her thumb along one as though she could soothe her (and it does help, the slightest bit). “I thought it made you look stronger. Like how Sakura wraps her hands all the time!” Her face flushes, and she turns away. “I mean, I know she doesn’t wrap her hands at all, but you need that, right? Because of your, um.” She hesitates, but says it anyway, her voice softening, “Your injuries?”

Kyoko presses her lips together.

After a few seconds of silence, Junko places a hand on Kyoko’s. “Will you let me fix them? It won’t take long – not for me – and like you said, we’re already late.” She smiles gentle. “I’ll even close my eyes while you change them. I know you don’t want anyone to see.”

It takes another moment before Kyoko nods.

“I’m sorry,” Kyoko murmurs as she strips the gloves off.

Junko’s head tilts to one side. “What for?”

“For ruining the image you had in mind.”

Junko giggles. “You didn’t ruin anything,” she says. “I was worried something like this could happen. I mean, you probably had to wear stuff like this for ages while your hands were healing, so it can’t have felt good to suddenly have bandages all over again. I thought about it, but, like.” She laughs again, darker, lower. “Guess this is why Celeste is the Ultimate Gambler and not me. Whenever I take a risk, I lose, you know? Not that this is losing, or anything. This is just….” Her voice trails off.

Kyoko sets the gloves gently in Junko’s lap. She hesitates before brushing strands of Junko’s hair back out of her face. “Can I do something with your hair?” she asks. “It isn’t bad like this, but I….” She hesitates again. “I’d like to braid it, if you don’t mind.”

“Like yours?”

Kyoko’s hair hasn’t been touched.

Well, it has, but she wouldn’t let Sayaka change her normal, standard way of wearing it. The best she’d let her do was tuck all of it back into a low ponytail, that singular braid struck through on its side. It’s different, but it’s not special.

“No,” Kyoko says, “not like mine. Something befitting your elegance.”

Junko cracks an eye open. “You think I look elegant?”

Kyoko very nearly smiles. “I think you look beautiful.”

They turn heads when they finally arrive.

Kyoko is described as ethereal – it’s the pale of her skin and the pale of her hair and dress (sure, there’s the light sheen of purple to it, but not much) that makes the midnight blue stand out so starkly against everything else – the twin ribbons woven through the braids in her hair, one on either side, tucked back into a singular braid in the back; the gloves still that same velvet around her hands but stripped of the ribbons like bandages, now fading into lace from her wrists up, a corsage in mixed lavender and midnight blue around her left wrist.

Junko’s described as many things, but the one that makes her laugh the most is angelic. Without the ribbons, her hair shouldn’t draw as many eyes to it as Kyoko’s does, but Junko’s entire appearance (even the boutonniere pinned to the ribbon at her chest) forces people to look up, to look at her, to look at the soft pink of her hair and the stormy blue-grey of her eyes. That is where the sparkle is, the excitement and energy captivated in her grin, in her laugh.

Junko is angelic because she plays with the people; Kyoko is ethereal because she stands off to the side away from the rest of them.

In fact, Kyoko would spend most of the dance by the punch bowl if someone hadn’t spiked it (none of the upperclassmen are here, but she knows Mioda-senpai gave them the booze, knows Saioniji-senpai would laugh at the half of them who couldn’t hold their liquor). Hiro drinks probably half the bowl before he vomits next to the stage, barely hiding himself behind the curtains, while Celeste laughs at him. Makoto walks him off.

But before that, Junko leaves the dance floor breathing heavy. She grabs Kyoko’s hands in hers with a grin as the music softens and says, “Okay. First dance. You have to dance with me now.”

“You want my first dance to be a slow dance?” Kyoko asks, one brow raising.

Junko tugs her forward, and Kyoko nearly stumbles against her. “Slow dances are easier than the others,” she whispers. “You just put your hands in the right place and sway and pretend that you’re not looking at each other.” She chuckles. “Or you look into each other’s eyes the whole time if you’re, like, hopelessly in love with each other. Not that I’ve ever done that.” She backs onto the dance floor, and Kyoko follows helplessly. Then she nods to one of the couples near them. “Like Togami and Celeste. They’re probably going to run the world someday. Won’t that suck?”

Kyoko barely glances over to them before turning back to Junko. “You have to tell me what to do. I’ve never done this before.”

“Okay, okay.” Junko takes Kyoko’s hands and tucks them around her own neck. “Keep your arms here,” she murmurs before placing her hands on Kyoko’s hips. “Then just lean into my hands, and you’re fine.”

But Kyoko barely even hears the end of that sentence, too caught up in the sensation of Junko’s hands on her waist. Her face blushes a bright red again, and she’s glad that it’s dark, that no one else can see it. As Junko sways with her, she stumbles over her words. “This is…this is it?” She averts her eyes – pretend that you’re not looking at each other indeed – and continues, “You don’t…you don’t find this boring?”

Junko shrugs. “It’s alright. Sometimes I like how it ends.”

“How it....” Kyoko clears her throat. “How it ends?”

Junko just shrugs again. “Yeah. Sometimes it’s pretty cool, if things go well.” Her face falls. “Sometimes…sometimes it’s not so great.” Then her face lights up. “You should lean your head on my chest!”

“Wh-what?”

“It’s part of the whole experience!” Junko says animatedly with a grin. “Here, c’mon—”

When Junko tugs Kyoko forward, Kyoko suddenly doesn’t know what to do with her hands, her face is an even brighter red (because actually Junko is really soft and she should not be thinking about this), and she doesn’t know what to do until Junko gently guides Kyoko’s hands to her waist and leaves them there. Then she takes a deep breath in and forces herself to settle, rearranges herself, and then….

Then, well. That’s okay, isn’t it? To just…lean against Junko and…sway? Like Junko told her to? That makes it okay, right?

And then the song’s over, and Junko’s running a hand through her hair, and she’s saying, “See? That wasn’t so bad, right?” She steps back and gives Kyoko a bright grin. “You did really good! The next time there’s a slow song, you should do it again! That’ll make it easier in the future.”

Kyoko doesn’t know what to say. She doesn’t feel nearly as uncomfortable as she thought she would. If anything, she feels…okay. Uncertain, but okay. And when she finds herself nodding, she’s surprised at herself.

(Back at the punch bowl, Kyoko rethinks this. She shouldn’t have agreed to more slow dancing. That’s really not fair, Junko.)

Nearer the end of the dance, after Hiro’s thrown up and Makoto’s carefully walked him outside for some water and maybe back to the dorm, after Makoto’s returned to his own date with Sayaka, a song starts that Kyoko knows full well, so when Junko comes running out to her, her arms are already crossed, her face already firm. “No.”

“Kyokyo,” Junko whines. “It’s my favorite song, and you’re my date, so you have to dance with me!”

Kyoko glares at her. “No one else knows this song. You put it on the playlist, and you waited on it to start so that you could drag me out for it.” She frowns. “You asked me to be your date. You could have picked anyone else. Anyone else would have loved to dance to this song with you.”

“But I didn’t ask anyone else,” Junko whispers. “I asked you.”

For a breath, Kyoko glances out on the rest of the dancers, laughing, excited, waiting for the exact moment. More than a few of them are staring at Junko, as though wondering what’s taking her so long. Then she sighs. “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“No,” Kyoko says as she starts out to the dance floor, tugging Junko with her, “I’m pretty sure I hate you.”

Junko kisses her cheek. “If you hated me, you wouldn’t do the Time Warp.”

“Shut up.”

Afterward, when Junko walks Kyoko back to her dorm, there’s an air of tension between them. Kyoko can feel it, but she doesn’t know what it is or why it’s there. Then she remembers the conversation earlier, about how things end, and realizes that maybe Junko didn’t actually mean the dance itself but what comes after it.

Then, suddenly, Kyoko grows afraid.

Then, just as suddenly, Kyoko relaxes.

But when they make it back to her dorm, Junko just pats her on her shoulder. “Alright, thanks for the good time! I’ll see you tomorrow!” Then she turns as though to walk off.

“W-wait!” Kyoko finds herself saying, panicking, face flushing as Junko turns back to her, head tilted to one side, curious expression on her face. “You….” Her gaze drops. She shakes her head. “Never mind.”

Junko’s eyes light up. “Oh.”

“I said never mind.”

“You want the full experience, huh.”

“No, I don’t. I just thought—”

“Well, I figured I wouldn’t make you do something you didn’t want to do, and I didn’t want to make you super uncomfortable, so I figured you’d rather me leave so you can get out of all the fancy stuff, but.” Junko comes back, reaches out, and then hesitates, searching Kyoko’s eyes. “I wouldn’t say no.” A soft, gentle smile crosses her lips. “You really are beautiful, Kyoko.”

Kyoko doesn’t look up. “I thought you said I was pretty.”

“Changed my mind.”

Kyoko doesn’t say anything more. She’s confused. Probably this is exactly what Junko wants.

After a few seconds, Junko’s fingers trace Kyoko’s jaw, and she slowly lifts her chin. “Do you want me to kiss you? It wouldn’t be taking advantage or anything. I mean.” She hesitates, tugs her lip between her teeth again, and then says, “I’d like to kiss you. If you wouldn’t mind. I just figured, you know, that you’d mind.”

Kyoko’s breath catches. She hesitates, looks everywhere else, and then finally meets Junko’s eyes. Her heart beats once, hard, in her chest. “I wouldn’t.” A pause, then, “You can. If you…if that’s what you want. I…I’d like that.”

Junko grins. “And you said this wasn’t a date.”

Immediately, Kyoko’s brow furrows. “That’s because it’s not a—”

Before she can finish the sentence, Junko kisses her. The grin is still there – Kyoko can feel it against her lips – until it isn’t, until she’s not really thinking about that. All she’s thinking is that Junko is gentle. She leans into the kiss, shivers as Junko’s hands find her hips the way they did during the slow dance, and panics, stops, steps back.

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know.” Kyoko reaches up to brush her hair back.

Junko stops her, does so herself. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” She smiles kindly.

It isn’t fair – it isn’t right for Junko to be so kind with her.

“Will you….” Kyoko hesitates. “Do you want to come inside?”

Junko’s eyes widen. “Kyoko, I love you, but I’m not here for that sort of—”

“No, no, no, not that.” Kyoko’s face flushes a bright red. “I don’t know all of the stuff Sayaka did to get this dress to stay on, and I don’t think I can get it off without help.” She glances up and then away again. “That’s all I want. Help.”

“Oh.” Junko’s smile returns, then. “Of course. That’s all I ever want to do for you, Kyoko. Help.”

Kyoko nods. “Okay then.” She opens the door and gestures with one hand. “Please.”

The thing is that Junko also needs help getting out of her dress. Kyoko would’ve thought the Ultimate Fashionista would have better designs than this, ones that let you get in and out of a dress on your own, but no. Fashion, as always, requires an extra hand. Then Junko doesn’t want to walk back to her dorm with her clothes as they are – that’s asking for a scandal, Kyokyo!

So Junko borrows clothes, and Kyoko pulls out a mystery novel and reads it aloud until Junko dozes off resting against her.

This is normal.

Kyoko’s certain that this is normal.

Maybe not for anyone else, but….

But….

#bandit fic #wmydmyb with junko and kyoko #danganronpa rarepair week 2024 #dr rarepair week 2024 #kyoko kirigiri #junko enoshima #enogiri #danganronpa #sayaka maizono #makoto naegi #yasuhiro hagakure #byakuya togami #celestia ludenberg #there are minor other ships in the background but i'm not gonna tag them #they're not the bulk focus

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starry-nights-garden · 1 year ago

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Jiung ✧ 100th Confession

✧ P1Harmony Jiung x gn!reader ✧ words: ~1.4k ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: (reader is shorter than him, mentions of him brushing reader's hair aside)

Desc.: Among its various meanings the poppy also stands for sleep and peace, a kind of peace you only know when you’re with one special person.

It’s been a year since you started dating your boyfriend Jiung, and to celebrate the occasion you decided to get away from your hometown for a weekend and visit the countryside together. You’ve both only just finished school and graduated, so you gathered all the money you could find, packed some spare clothes into your backpacks, and got onto the nearest bus to the countryside. After the ride of a few hours, mostly spent listening to music together in silence and enjoying the scenery outside, you arrive at your destination: a tiny inn in a small village. Your mother helped pick your place to stay, and though it might be a little expensive for two recent graduates, she sent you off with a smile and some spare money to cover the costs you can’t pay for yourselves. “Your anniversary is an important day for the both of you,” she had said. “So I want you to be able to spend it in a special way.” You feel grateful for your mother’s support, and Jiung too made sure to thank her at least ten times, and you know he will do it at least another ten times once you two are back from your little vacation.

But right now you focus on just these two days spent together, away from your homes for the very first time. You check in and the owner - a friendly elderly lady - shows you your room at the back of the house. It’s small but comfortable, built in traditional style and with a door that leads to the inn’s small garden. Standing in the doorway you breathe in and take in the smells of the inn and of nature surrounding you.

You decide to leave your things at the inn and take a walk for now, after being unable to refuse some tea and some traditional Korean sweets that the old lady offers you. Outside there’s a small hill she recommended you to hike up, promising you two a beautiful sight of the fields and meadows beneath, so you take her advice and make your way up. Though you’re walking uphill, you don’t tire out so quickly, since the incline isn’t steep, and walking to the top hand in hand proves to be no less than a healing walk outside of your usual busy surroundings.

“It’s beautiful here,” your boyfriend comments, unable to take his eyes off the architecture and the plants left and right of the empty road. “How much more beautiful can it get once we’re up there?” He lets out a short laugh, and you catch a glimpse of that expression you love so much. You’ve always wondered how he can laugh like that - with his teeth showing and his eyes sparkling. It’s such an honest expression, one of the many things that make you feel safe with him.

You arrive at the top of the hill eventually, and just like the old lady said, an amazing sight meets you there. You see fields of wheat that’s in the middle of growing, and meadows with flowers that look like little colorful dots in between the green grass. You find a tree that casts some shade on the flowers underneath and point at it.

“Let’s sit down there!” you suggest.

“Okay,” Jiung answers without missing a beat. “Last one to get there loses!” Without giving you even a second to comprehend his words, he takes off running while still holding your hand. So you race there side by side, and you can’t suppress a grin as you realize that like this none of you will either win nor lose. And then you think about how that’s another reason why you love him and feel so safe with him: Because he would never leave you behind.

You eventually arrive under the tree, both out of breath.

“So…” you raise your voice once you’re done panting, “nobody won.” Jiung smiles widely at you.

“Doesn’t matter,” he says. “You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because of what the winner gets!”

“So what does the winner get?” you ask, hoping he won’t make you guess. Instead, he leans in, and he peers into both your eyes before closing the distance between the two of you and placing a quick peck on your lips.

“A kiss,” is his answer. “And you can’t have a kiss on your own. So it doesn’t matter who wins or who loses, because in the end we’ll both get it.” You chuckle at his logic.

“Well, you’re not wrong,” you admit, before putting your arms around his shoulders and getting on tiptoes. “Can I get another one…?” You find a light shade of pink on his cheeks as he smiles at you adoringly.

“Of course.” It is no more than a whisper carried away by the gentle breeze that makes the flowers around you sway in the wind, and you close your eyes and feel him kiss you. Even after all the kisses you two have shared, you would still never get tired of his soft lips against yours, or how he sometimes brushes your hair back while he kisses you or how he holds you comfortably close as his lips move against yours. And just like the first time you kissed back then, warmth spreads from your chest to your whole body upon receiving his loving touch.

“Come sit down,” you say after you two pull back, and you take him by the hand, entwining your fingers with his, as you lower yourself on the green grass between a bunch of red poppies. You try to be careful not to break off too many flowers as you sit down, and so does he. You sit like this for a while, listening to the breeze and the birds sometimes singing above you two, and you rest your heavy head on his shoulder.

“I want to tell you something,” you announce after a while of him playing with your fingers of the hand that’s holding his, and rubbing circles on the back of it with his thumb.

“What is it?”

“I love you.” You say it without looking at him, out into the wide fields of nature that spread out in front of you. When he laughs you turn to face him. There it is again - that expression you adore so much.

“I got scared for a second, you know?” he says.

“Why that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think you’d make such a big deal about one I love you?” he explains and raises an eyebrow at you.

“Sorry if I startled you,” you chuckle. “I just felt like I should say it.”

“You keep confessing to me like this,” he remarks, the smile still resting on his lips.

“Is that a bad thing?” you wonder out loud and Jiung shakes his head. He captures your chin with his thumb and index finger, lifting it up to kiss you again.

“I like it,” he says. “And I love you too.” You both lie down in the cool shade, with only your feet warmed by the sun, and he lowers himself to kiss you again, this time more deeply, trying to pour all his feelings for you into this one kiss. Though even he knows he could never find a way to relay to you just how much you mean to him. Your hands find his shoulder and his hair, and you start to play with it as your lips stay connected. You only break the kiss temporarily for some air, before he leans in again, allowing both of you to gradually get drunk on the other’s kisses.

Eventually you both settle down side by side, looking up into the tree, watching the dancing of the leaves in the wind and seeing the sun shining through. You give in to the momentary exhaustion of traveling here, and you close your eyes, feeling Jiung right next to you. You’d never even think of sleeping at a place like this normally, out in the open, but somehow when he’s beside you, you feel safe anywhere. And so you let yourself drift off to a nice nap, knowing that once you wake up he would still be there, right by your side, peacefully watching over you.

#p1harmony scenarios #p1harmony drabbles #p1harmony imagines #p1harmony fluff #p1h x reader #p1harmony x reader #p1h drabbles #jiung fluff #jiung x reader #jiung imagines #fluff

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atimeofyourlife · 1 year ago

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Whumptober day 2

rated:t| wc:2090 | prompts:Thermometer | Delirium | “They don’t care about you.” Steve gets Vecna'd 6+1

"They don't care about you." The disembodied voice rang in Steve's ears.

The first images weren't news to him. Memories of his childhood, his parents leaving him behind with nannies and babysitters and relatives at every chance they got. Them scolding him for normal childhood behaviors and actions, spilling a glass of water, wanting to run around with the other kids to blow off steam, his shoes and clothing getting minor scuffs or stains, trying to show affection at a time they deemed inappropriate. Them treating him as a doll to dress up and trot out in front of company to show off how quiet and well-behaved and handsome he was. Leaving him home alone from the age of eleven, when they deemed him responsible enough to take care of himself and the house. As he got older and involved in the Upside Down, them being more interested in the cost of hospital bills and how Steve's injuries would reflect on their image than in making sure their son was okay after being landed in hospital with serious injuries on two separate occasions. His parents not caring about him was something that Steve had long since accepted.

"They don't care about you"

The second round was also something Steve knew. Memories of growing up with Tommy and Carol, both of them using him as a pawn in their cruelty. Using his name as an excuse. Dragging him along to take part in it, knowing if he was involved he could talk them all out of trouble if they were to get caught. The people he'd been closest to for a long time, and them only wanting him for what he could do for them. His looks, his money, his popularity. The big house with absent parents, perfect for parties or a private place to hook up where they wouldn't risk their parents catching them. How quick they were to turn on him when he tried to stand up against them, deciding to become a better person. The way they took to fawning after Billy Hargrove when he showed up, even after it was obvious how much he was targeting Steve. Even after he'd nearly killed him. Neither of them caring to even look his way unless it was to mock him for the loss of the throne in the high school popularity contests. Realizing that Tommy and Carol didn't care about him had hurt at the time, but now it wasn't something that worried him.

"They don't care about you."

The third was something Steve had half come to terms with. Images of Nancy in her Halloween costume, her features twisting as she spit out the word 'bullshit' and that she didn't love him and that they were the ones to kill Barb. The pain still twisting in his heart from when he'd found out that she'd run off and slept with Jonathan before they'd even broken up. Then never speaking about it, her never apologizing for her cruel words or for cheating, despite knowing it was one of his biggest insecurities. Her never acknowledging him until after Jonathan had moved away, then starting to make small talk when their paths crossed, if he was dropping Mike home, or if she came into Family Video while he was on shift. Small conversations as if they were casual acquaintances, rather than having the history they had. But there were the small looks he'd noticed since they'd joined forces. Her soft smiles that he remembered so well from the start of their relationship. But he couldn't quite make sense of it, knowing she was still with Jonathan. Was she actually interested, or was it just that he was there. Nancy was one he'd never been able to make sense of if she really cared for him, or if he was just convenient.

"They don't care about you."

The fourth was something Steve was waiting for. Waiting for the kids to wise up and realize he wasn't anything special. Memories showing their disinterest or distaste for him swirling into his mind. The look of disgust he always received from Mike in the early days of his relationship with Nancy. The words he'd overheard between Lucas and Dustin at the junkyard, making it clear that he had been the last resort for help in matters of the Upside Down. The way they would make jabs about him being unable to win a fight. Knowing it was his fault that Erica was involved, the words 'operation child endangerment' never fully leaving his brain. The increasing number of quips about his intelligence, or lack of it so they seemed to believe, which dug deeper than he'd ever let on, especially as they were constantly talking up how smart Eddie was despite him failing his senior year twice. The way 'King Steve' was thrown at him, especially by Mike, when he refused to do something for them. Steve had always tried his best with the kids, and he wanted to believe that at least some of them cared about him, but it wasn't always easy to push away the little voice that reminded him that they were only keeping him around while he was useful.

"They don't care about you."

The fifth one, Steve knew it would be the one to break him if it was true. Robin, his soulmate, his other half. A bond forged by Russian torture. But the images forced through his mind reminded him of how much she'd disliked him when they started working together. How she would barely say two words to him, and if she said anything more it was usually to mock him. And of the words she'd said when they had been trapped in the bunker together, about how he'd been an asshole and oblivious to others in high school. He was forced to remember that it was his fault she was involved. If he'd insisted on taking the recording to Hopper, if he'd refused to work on it at Scoops, if he'd shut it down when Robin had offered to help. If he'd insisted on checking out that room alone. If he'd been able to hold the door shut on his own, and let her escape with the kids. Sure, he wouldn't have gained a best friend out of the experience, but at least she would be safe from the Upside Down, she wouldn't be suffering the same trauma that he was. Part of him worried that one day she would wake up and realize it was his fault and no longer want anything to do with him. Steve constantly hoped it would never happen, but always worried that it was a possibility.

"They don't care about you."

The sixth one was one that Steve was unsure of. Any attempt at friendship with Eddie was so new, he couldn't tell if he cared or not. The images swirled in his mind of why he wouldn't. So many times when Eddie's features twisted into a sneer as he denounced 'King Steve'. The speeches on the lunchroom tables putting down everything that Steve loved. The comments about him being put in his place following the fight with Jonathan. The running commentary about the fallen king following the fight with Billy. The blatant overcharging the few times Steve had brought weed from him. The way he'd go out of his way to mock Steve during the weeks he worked at Scoops, regularly coming in with his friends just for samples and to laugh at him, not even trying to hide it. The way Eddie seemed to have tried to change the kids' opinion of him, leading them to ask uncomfortable questions about his past in high school. Steve knew that Eddie had never cared about him in the past, and wasn't sure if the few days they'd been allied against Vecna was enough to change that, even with a few kind comments.

"They don't care about you." The voice came again, this time with the scene shifting from Steve's memories to the blood-red interior of the decaying Creel House, exactly as Max had described it. Vecna somehow appearing even creepier than he'd pictured. He backed away as Vecna approached him, only to find himself trapped against a column. Vines instantly securing him against it.

"They don't care about you, Steve, so why don't you join me?"

"Fuck you." Steve spat, trying to fight against the vines.

"The more you struggle, the worse this will be." Vecna raised his hand, forcing Steve's head back.

Steve continued to struggle against his restraints, a sense of relief filling him as he heard the opening notes of I Want to Break Free. More memories flooded his mind, good ones this time.

The awe on the kids faces as he stepped up to defend them against the demodogs and Billy. The beaming smile Dustin had as Steve dropped him off for the Snow Ball. The enthusiasm from Dustin and Lucas, along with an affectionate scowl from Mike, as they told him about Mike's new D&D character, a paladin with a suspicious amount of similarities to Steve. The warmth and care he got from Claudia Henderson and Mr and Mrs Sinclair after they'd heard about how he'd protected the kids from Billy. The way the kids fought for ways to include Steve in things he otherwise wouldn't have been interested in. The way all the kids, including Will and El, the ones Steve was less close to, made a point of celebrating his graduation when they found out that his parents weren't going to be there. The kids choosing to spend so much of their summer bothering him at work, sure sometimes they wanted the free movies and ice cream out of it, but sometimes they would just come along to hang out. The day Max and El came in together for ice cream, them both knowing that he worked there and knew El shouldn't be out in public, but trusting him not to rat them out to Hopper. Sitting on the floor of the men's room at Starcourt with Robin, covered in blood and puke and sweat, laughing together as they sang Bonnie Tyler off-key. Countless moments of being curled up with Robin, in her bed, in his, on the couch at either of their houses, in his car, or even in the breakroom at work, seeking comfort and sharing secrets. The kids bothering him at work to update him on what had been happening at school. Lucas asking him for help training before basketball tryouts, and then on a regular basis after he made the team in an attempt to get off the bench. Getting to spend the holidays with family for once, Thanksgiving with the Henderson's and Christmas with the Buckley's. Hunkering down with Robin at his house for New Year's, music blasting at top volume to drown out the sound of fireworks that was putting them a little on edge following the events at Starcourt. Teasing Robin about her crush on Vickie. Sharing the Muppet joke when Tammy Thompson started singing the national anthem. Robin and Eddie and Nancy following him through into the Upside Down, fighting to save him. Nancy ripping up her shirt to bandage his wounds. Eddie giving him the vest. Eddie telling him about how Dustin had spoken about him during Hellfire, and getting to share the frustration about Dustin's attitude.

All things that proved how much they cared, giving him a reason to fight back.

He reached out as best as he could and clawed at Vecna, managing to rip a chunk off his body. The vines holding Steve loosened, and he broke free. Without second thought, he took off running to the window to reality he could see. He dodged the flying pieces of debris hurtling towards him and the vines insistent on tripping him up. As soon as he was close enough, he dove for the opening.

And then.

He was.

Falling.

Steve crashed down to earth, Eddie and Robin breaking his fall. He clung to them, sobbing as reality hit him, at how close it had been. Nancy and the kids quickly joined the pile, Erica crawling into his lap, and everyone else fighting to get their arms around him. He melted into the touch, taking in the moment of being surrounded by people who meant so much to him. He knew there were people that should care about him but didn't, but he was going to fight to stay alive for those who did.

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