#a bby delinquent

[endur4nce]

lowkey wanna make a t100 oc with isabela merced as the fc.

[lordprettyflackotara]

Mr.Right || Colby Brock

smut, 18+, minors dni | a/n: it’s about time i wrote about my bby colby. ps i got a new xplr hoodie today at zumiez, i’m so fuckin happy. enjoy lovely’s <3

You couldn’t do it anymore.

Ideally you had the perfect life. Perfect house, neighbors, job. You had more money than you knew what to do with, causing you to lose your passion to make a life for yourself.

You even had the perfect husband, Mr.Right. He was always attentive to you, worshipping the ground you walked on. You stared down at your wedding ring, the obnoxiously large diamond shining in the dim bar lighting.

You told your husband you were going out with your friends, but truth was you needed to get away from all of it. All of the glamour and flattery. This lifestyle was all you were supposed to want, the reoccurring thought haunting you.

Why didn’t it satisfy you?

“Come here often?”

Your gaze lifted from your glass, curiously landing on the man beside you. You were almost unsure of how he got into this bar, his leather jacket throwing off your response. Your eyes finally met his, his blue orbs practically absorbing you.

You cleared your throat, stirring your drink in a bored manner. “Thats a corny line you know,” You say dryly, looking away from the man. He pulled up a chair beside you, making himself comfortable.

“My name is Colby. Let me buy you a drink,”

You lifted up your hand, showing off your wedding ring.

“I’m married, sorry,”

Colby examined your wedding ring, the real authentic jewel not impressing him.

“Where is he?” Colby asked. You arched your eyebrows, finally looking at him again. “Where’s who?” You questioned. Colby smirked, gesturing to your wedding ring. “Mr.Right. I’d love to meet him,” Colby chuckled. You could feel heat rush to your cheeks, your eyes widening slightly. Colby called over the bartender, ordering two shots of one of the most expensive tequilas on the menu.

“You don’t have to say anything. I see. Mr.Right isn’t so right after all,” Colby said, purposefully waiting until the bartender was out of earshot. You narrowed your eyes, glaring at the cocky man in the leather jacket. “You don’t even know me,” You argued. The bartender gave you both a small smile, placing the shots in front of you.

“Put everything she’s had on my tab,”

You rolled your eyes. “What exactly are you playing at? How did you even get in here?” You spat. Colby shrugged, downing his shot with ease. He sat the shot glass back down on the counter, challenging your hardened gaze. You picked up your shot, downing the firey liquid as best as you could. Even after drinking the best of the best, alcohol never came easy to you.

“It’s the way he fucks you, isn’t it?”

You forced yourself to swallow the shot, coughing. You swallowed hard, trying to regain composure.

It wasn’t what Colby said that bothered you, it was the fact he was right. Your husband was vanilla, afraid of experimenting in the bedroom in any capacity. Your marriage was strictly monogamous, your needs never fully being fulfilled. You had cravings and desires he refused to meet, insisting they were foolish fantasies he ‘knew’ would fade over time.

It was the only aspect he lacked in your relationship and you just couldn’t get over it.

“You don’t have to answer me, I can tell by the look on your face you haven’t gotten good dick in a long time,” Colby smirked. You stared at him in disbelief, unable to form a proper response. This delinquent had somehow read you like a book, your eyes trailing down to his hands. Rings decorated his long, slender fingers, while his veins were prominent against his tan skin.

“So, what’s your point? You’re offering to fuck me? I’m not going to pay for sex,” You reply flatly. Colby leaned forward, his mouth next to your ear. You shuddered as his hot breath hit your skin, his fingers brushing some stray hairs behind your ear. “I don’t want your money. All I want is to hear you scream my name and beg for me. I have a place nearby,” Colby purred. Your thighs clenched, butterflies rummaging through your stomach. As if on que, Colby’s offer continued,

“You seem so eager, maybe we shouldn’t wait,”

You swallowed hard, his words alone causing your cheeks to flush red.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” You quietly agreed, thoughts of all the things he could do to you running through your mind. Colby smirked as he leaned away from you, tossing random bills onto the counter. He grabbed your hand, helping you off of the barstool and guiding you down one of many hallways that existed in this bar. You were surprised that for a bar so exclusive, Colby seemed to know exactly where he was going.

He pushed open the men’s bathroom door, revealing several rows of sinks and stalls. “In here? You can’t be serious. This is absolutely ridiculous-” You argued. Colby shut the door behind you, locking it with ease. In a swift motion he pushed you against the door, his arms pinning you against the cool metal. “No one’s going to interrupt us, trust me. If you want to cum I highly suggest you get on your fucking knees,” Colby said. His eyes studied yours intently, ensuring every move he made was something you could handle.

You slid down to your knees, cringing as your knees hit the cool marble floor. “Stick out your tongue,” Colby ordered, undoing his belt. You could hear the metal clinking as you maintained eye contact with him, doing as you were told. Your thoughts wondered off to what else he could do with that belt, the idea making you rub your thighs together. You flattened your tongue, Colby instinctively licking his lips as he took out his cock. “I assume you’ve had no throat training?” Colby asked curiously. You shook your head no, causing him to give you a playful smile.

“We’ll fix that later, now suck me off whore,”

You took Colby into your mouth, his size preventing him from fully fitting. You bobbed your head on his cock, using one of your hands to help jerk off the length you couldn’t fit. “Nuh uh, no hands. Put em behind your back,” Colby huffed. You slowly put your hands behind your back as instructed, continuing to suck him off as best as you could. The size of his cock was beginning to make your jaw hurt, his tip just almost hitting the back of your throat. Colby admired your efforts, his cock in your mouth one of the hottest things he had ever seen. But he knew you needed guidance.

He reached down, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail. “Relax your jaw for me,” He muttered. You forced your jaw to go slack, Colby’s hips now bucking into you. You gagged as his cock hit the back of your throat, Colby’s groans echoing off of the bathroom walls. You felt so filthy, on your knees in a public bathroom, letting a delinquent use your throat as he pleased. But you fucking loved it.

You felt tears flooding your waterline, the salty teardrops dripping down your cheeks as Colby continued using your mouth. “Fuck, you’re fucking hot,” Colby praised, removing his cock out of your mouth. You gasped for air, saliva beginning to drip down your chin. “Cmere baby,” Colby ordered. You grabbed his hand, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your makeup was ruined, your mascara trailing down your cheeks. Colby didn’t seem phased it, if anything he looked as if he thought you were prettier than before.

“Hi pretty girl, turn around for me,” Colby purred. He used his thumb to wipe away your tears, his other hand helping you turn around. Colby lifted up your dress with ease as you leaned against the bathroom counter on your shoulders. “I want you to watch yourself as I make you cum on my fingers. If you look away i’ll stop. Understand?” Colby asked sharply. He caressed your ass, tracing the sensitive flesh with his fingertips.

“I understand,” You whimpered, cool air rushing between your thighs as Colby slid your panties down. Your face was pink, your mouth forming into the shape of an O as Colby slid the first finger inside of you. He curled it, causing you let out a desperate groan. Your body craved more, your walls squeezing him, searching for friction. “You’re doing so good for me, good girl,” Colby praised, sliding another finger inside of you.

He curled his fingers upwards, causing you to grip the sink as you moaned his name. “I see, you like that huh?” Colby asked mockingly, before picking up the pace. Your husband had truly neglected you sexually, Colby had figured out that much. The way you looked as if you were in a state of bliss just from his fingers alone made him wonder how you’d react when he fucked you senseless. 

You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, the pleasure almost overwhelming. Colby’s fingers were fast and ruthless. He never seemed to tire, your legs beginning to shake as he added in a third finger. “It’s okay, look at me,” Colby told you, slowing down his pace. You looked up at him in the mirror, his ocean eyes absorbing every little detail about your facial expression. He was slowly curling his fingers inside of you, your walls clenching around him. “Does it hurt? We can stop-” Colby began, concern dashing across his face. His fingers had come to an abrupt halt, no longer hitting your g spot but instead staying still.

Your plea cut him off, your desperation to cum overshadowing any ounce of dignity.

“Please don’t stop, please, feels so fucking good,” You whined, pushing your hips against his hand. You weren’t used to begging, never having to ask for anything to be done for you. But fuck, you loved begging him like this. Colby smirked at your reaction, his fingers curling inside of your dripping cunt. His other hand flew to your hair, yanking it towards him.

You arched your back as he held onto your hair, pain shooting down your scalp and spine as he continued to abuse your g spot with his fingers. “You look so filthy like this. You’re such a dirty slut for me,” Colby muttered into your ear, his name leaving your lips like a mantra. You gripped onto the sink for support, babbling incoherent curses.

“What are you? Say it or i’ll stop,” Colby threatened, watching your expression in the mirror. You were determined to listen, what little consciousness you had telling you to focus on yourself in the mirror.

“I’m a dirty slut,” You moaned pathetically, the knot in your stomach forming as you spewed the humiliating words.

Colby smirked, sensing your walls clenching around him. You were practically begging for his cock.

He yanked your hair again, causing you to whimper.

“Whose dirty slut are you?” Colby countered, relishing in seeing you humiliate yourself.

“I’m your dirty slut, i’m gonna cum, please-” You babbled, unsure what you were even begging for.

Colby held you steady as you came, an unfamiliar euphoria blinding your senses. You gripped onto the counter so hard your knuckles were turning white, your thighs trembling as your juices coated Colby’s fingers. He admired them in front of you, releasing your hair and sucking them clean.

“You taste so sweet, next time i’ll have you cum on my face,” Colby purred. You chuckled as he turned you around, his lips meeting yours. His kisses were rougher than your husband’s, his lips never able to fully keep up with your desperate ones. Colby liked it rough and he knew without a shadow of doubt, you did too.

You could taste mint and the faintest taste of your juices on his tongue as he pressed you against the bathroom sink. Colby pulled away briefly, his eyes meeting yours.

“You want this cock baby?”

“Yeah-”

Knock knock knock.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, clinging onto Colby as the bathroom door shook.

“This is a public bathroom! Get a room!”

You were stunned and silent, afraid the intruder would knew who you were once you left. Colby was quick on his feet, wiping away your ruined makeup and helping you pull your panties up. You were far from presentable, your hair messy, lips puffy, and cunt drenching your panties. Colby pulled your dress down, leaning close to your ear.

“When I unlock the door, leave, i’ll make sure the guy out there never saw you,” Colby whispered. The intruder continued pounding on the bathroom door, causing Colby to sigh. He redressed himself, running his fingers through his ruffled brunette hair.

“Hotel six on main street, meet me there Friday at seven. I’ll be in room 717,” Colby said, heading over towards the door. You nodded as confidently as you could, exiting the bathroom and brushing past the stranger. You could feel curious eyes burning holes into your back, guilt flooding you as you walked down the hallway.

Your mind swirled with thoughts as you called your personal driver to pick you up, exiting the bar as quickly as you could as to not be affiliated with Colby. As you stood outside and lit a cigarette all you could think was one thing: You needed to be at hotel six on Friday, no matter what.

[en-gelic]

LUCID DREAMS ! — 엔하이픈 series

01. ANGEL'S KISSES - 이희승

SYNOPSIS ! He wanted her more than anything. She wanted everything else but him. An angel in the hands of the opposite, she fell into the black hole of a delinquent whose purpose was none other than to get her to love him.

CONTENTS ! Skinship, fluff, smoking, injuries, petnames.

NOTES ! based this on my username/j. i was srsly giggling while writing this ><

READ HERE

02. BLOCKBUSTER - 박종성

SYNOPSIS ! Loving him felt like starring in a blockbuster action movie. The thrill of falling in love with someone you shouldn't was one of the most dangerous feelings she relished the most.

CONTENTS ! Skinship, fluff, insults (?), injuries, petnames.

NOTES ! my feelings for blockbuster are soaring up to heaven rn. like i'm acting as if it's my first time hearing the song pls.

READ HERE 🗯 DRABBLE VERSION !

03. EVERY SUMMERTIME - 심재윤

SYNOPSIS ! A summer fling she experienced every year by the beach with a boy she barely knew. Bubbling feelings of romance, burst through the heat and beach-weather all while dreading the winter approaching.

CONTENTS ! Skinship, fluff, mentions of drowning, injuries, petnames.

NOTES ! idk why autumn is becoming summer-ish rn >< anyways everyone else is approaching summer so ig this is seasonal!

READ HERE ( coming soon ! )

04. AGENDA - 박성훈

SYNOPSIS ! A dreamy autumn breeze made way for uninvited feelings of romance he tried hard to suppress. Recognising his unwanted attachment to her, he does everything in his power to make her his.

CONTENTS ! Skinship, fluff, injuries, petnames.

NOTES ! SUNGHOON WITH GLASSES.

READ HERE ( coming soon ! )

05. I LOVE YOU SO - 김선우

SYNOPSIS ! The time seemed to speed up the second he stepped into the library, finding her seated in front with her glasses and flashing her signature smile. He'd see her in everything. Every word he read seemed remind him of her.

CONTENTS ! Skinship, fluff, mentions of drowning, injuries, petnames.

NOTES ! because AUTUMN.

READ HERE ( coming soon ! )

06. ROVER - 양정원

SYNOPSIS ! Caught in between racing and romance, he finds himself drifting away from his relationship with her.

CONTENTS ! Skinship, fluff, mentions of drowning, injuries, petnames (NOT ANGST)

NOTES ! rec from my bby @07sleepykatz <3

READ HERE ( coming soon ! )

07. STARBOY - 西村力

SYNOPSIS ! A bet that sparked romantic feelings, she tried hard to prevent them from rising to the surface of her heart. Playing a game he knew she was going to lose was the easiest avenue to get closer to her.

CONTENTS ! Skinship, fluff, mentions of drowning, injuries, petnames.

NOTES ! this took me ages to write ngl ><

READ HERE

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[twistedtrashposts]

Spoilers for Japan chapter 7, Deuce's dream

Maybe I'm overthinking, but Deuce's dream makes me sad.

Because even though he wants to be an honor student, that's not what his dream is about. His dream has everyone else as delinquents, like how he used to be.

And sure, this could be chalked up to Malleus not understanding his classmates so his dreams don't represent their real desires, but their mind does most of the guiding. He definitely doesn't know about video games and gachas, but Idia's dream still features a lot of good luck in that.

That just makes me think that deep down, Deuce doesn't think he's capable of becoming an honor's student and match his peers, so the only way to be on a level playing field as him is to pull them down to his level.

My poor boy ;-; It's okay bby I'll help you study-

[ishallgivehimupforever]

A SHORT (NOT) MESS OF AN ESSAY ON HOW CLARKE AND BELLAMY ARE INCREDIBLY ESSENTIAL TO THEIR UNIVERSE This is a half-humorous post about the ridiculousness of the plot, but believe me it's filled to the brim with my love for it

Or, in which explaining the plot of the numbers show would get me institutionalized. I refuse to check wiki while writing this post so if I'm wrong about any of the lore and dates, just look past it. So, ~100 years before S1 we have the following happening: Becca Franco is a brilliant billionaire who is a genetic engineer, a prodigy coder, oh and a eugenics supporter who is working on a superior black-blooded race. She also creates A.L.L.I.E - an AI that does not understand that sometimes the end does not justify the means In the background, WW3 is raging, Diyoza is blowing up fascist governments, the U.S. president is a Wallace. And then there is this bombshell blonde Josephine Ada Lightbourne, with her princess haircut, who is a huge fan of Becca's. She is preparing to embark on a mission to look for inhabitable planets onboard of Eligious III. Those who are part of this mission are equipped with memory drives inside their heads for storing data about new environments. Eventually, Becca has one of those inside her head, too. Meanwhile, Diyoza and >300 other prisoners are sent on a mining mission on a bunch of rocks in space aboard Eligious I. They are put to sleep in cryopods developed by Becca's company. Meanwhile, it can be assumed that Clarke's ancestors and Bellamy's great-great-great grandpa with 4 PhDs have begun their space station jobs.

97 years later, we all know what happens, 101 people are sent to Earth on what is believed by many to be a suicidal mission. There is nothing inherently special about Clarke or Bellamy. I mean, of course they are dearly special to my heart and turn out to be incredibly special to the universe, but before I humorously describe the plot progression, I need to emphasize, they are two humans who lived all of their life on a tin can in space, and while within the context of the Ark they are special (Clarke is a "princess", of course not literally but it does not seem far fetched that she would end up becoming the Chancellor someday; Bellamy is the only big sibling on the ark which gives him personality traits unique for someone his age as far as the ark is concerned). But they are not supernatural beings, they do not have nightblood, they are not chosen ones, know what I mean? And yet:

S1: the most down-to-earth season, after that the stakes will only go up. Objective: make sure that the 102 has as many survivors as possible until the adults get down to Earth. Enemies: grounders, reapers, wildlife, elements, toxic fog (mountain men but they do not know that yet), sometimes the delinquents turn against other delinquents. Clarke uses her calculating, cunning, and caring nature as well as her medical skills to gain respect among the group. By the end of S1 she is someone that the rest of the delinquents look up to guidance. Bellamy uses his PhD in public speaking (why is he sometimes "quiet" in blarke fanfic, he is literally the yapper boyfriend) and combat prowess to initially scare people into deference, however his caring side cannot be contained for too long. By the end of S1, he is someone that the rest of the delinquents look up to for guidance. Blarke status: co-leaders who respect and inspire each other and friends who flirt at the most improper occasions

S2: the season with the finale to end all season finales trademark.

Objective: break the 47 out of mount weather; establish a truce with the grounders and claim some territory for arkadians Enemies: Mountain Men, grounders and their commandor but in a "enemy-of-my-enemy-is-my-friend kinda way, gorilla mutant

Clarke - kills her ex-boyfriend (and that is the merciful option), and becomes a de-facto chancellor due to incompetence of A/bby and K/ane; negotiates a deal with the grounder ruler - L/xa who in her head HAS A MIND DRVE WITH ALLIE 2.0 THE MORE ADVANCED VERSION OF THE AI WHO NUKED THE WORLD and also HAS THE MEMORIES OF BECCA FRANCO. Clarke kisses l/xa - the start of a long situationship with the chip.

Bellamy - goes on an extremely risky one-man undercover mission to infiltrate Mount Weather. Just so it resonates, Bellamy is not a trained spy or a navy seal or a special forces soldier. He pulls of this insane feat of disabling the acid fog without being caught(the fog machine apparently has been killing the grounders for 50+ years and is the reason why the grounders could not retaliate against MW all this time!!!! He!! really!! did!! all1! that!! without being caught AND was actively working on protecting the 47 simultaneously) Blarke status: bonded over the actual genocide of MW (including the Wallace lineage) after the grounders forced their hand by utterly betraying them. S3 - the season when things start to get out of hand Objective: claim safe territory for arkadians to live and hunt for food; develop an alliance with the grounders (who stabbed them in the back in S2); make sure the commander keeps her word that arkadians are part of the alliance; make sure Ice nation does not ascend and wipe out skycrew; keep their own people from being executed by their own people; stop Emerson; stop THE AI THAT ENDED THE WORLD WITH NUKES, stop the zombies controlled by said AI; obtain a nightblood in order to access Becca and stop the evil AI SAVE THE WHOLE HUMAN RACE

Enemies: grounders (heh I see a pattern); Pike (kinda), Queen Nia, Emerson, Roan (kinda), Ontario, ALLIE, Jaha (kinda), l/xa (kinda), Echolocation wew, just writing it down, they really did try to do everything in those 16 episodes, didn't they? ALLIE the AI that NUKED THE PLANET bats her eyelashes flirtatiously at BELLAMY while possessing Raven. Calls out Bellamy for being more devoted to Clarke than to his actual girlfriend. i need to emphasise that THE AI THAT IS RESPONSIBLE FOR ENDING THE CIVILATION IS INVESTED IN BELLARKE RELATIONSHIP DRAMA.

Clarke enters the chip inhabited by her lover and by Becca Franco. Has a conversation with both ALLIE and Becca. The memory of 'together" gives her strength to pull the kill switch.

ALLIE: so essentially in 6 month is the last day of humanity because of the second nuclear apocalypse incoming,

Clarke: don't worry, me and Bellamy will figure something out :))) together :))) (with Raven ofc, I mean no erasure to my girl, its just this post is focusing on bellarke) ALLIE: :O Im exhausted Ive already been writing out this post for an hour, Im glad I'm halfway through

Blarke status: reunited and it feels so good. Saved the world (but not quite yet) S4 - the calamity season

Objective: Save the human race (again)

Enemies: Primefiya, Ice Nation (kinda), Ilian (for a hot second), ALLIE 1.0 (for Raven) Uncle Jaha sets up Blarke on a day trip in order to feed them some lore that will be relevant later. Bellamy picks up a coin with the 'from the ashes we will rise" written on it, which will prompt Jaha to correlate this with the grounder prayer which will make him ask the flaimkeeper about it which will lead them to check the temple which will lead them to discovering the bunker. So I think that all the ppl who found salvation inside the bunker owe their life to Bellamy in a round about way.

Clarke once again negotiates an alliance with the grounders. Acts as de facto chancellor. Bellarke act as the leaders of the sky people as god intended. Clarke becomes a nightblood (this will be extra relevant in S6) O*tavia is credited with something that was Clarke's idea in the first place and would be impossible without Bellamy's help. So everyone say thank you Clarke and Bellamy for saving us :) Blarke status: This voice mail is currently full. S5: We are not pretanding that the apocalypse could have possibly happened around 2050 anymore considering the technology available

Objective: Save the human race and Earth. Try not to destroy the only inhabitable spot of land left on the planet challenge.

Enemies: Paxton "Graveyard" McCreary, Diyoza (kinda), rest of the miner's crew, Kara Cooper, Octonian, Miller (for a minute) Diyoza, the former navy seal corporal turned domestic anti-fascist terrorist back from 106 years ago is very invested in the Bellarke relationship status. Bellamy makes a deal with Diyoza & her army by having a galaxy brain and keeping that Best Dad in the Universe mug - truly an iconic behavior. This leads to a) saving Clarke and Madi (a.k.a his wife and daughter uwu) b) opening the bunker, which apparently the 814 left in the bunker had no prospects of opening so please say thank you Bellamy fast forward to the end - Clarke and Bellamy are off to ANOTHER FUCKING PLANET?!?! and making decision regarding the fate of the human race again as God intended. Also Marper got to be happy and grow old together <3 miss them though. Blarke status: they got sick of their world-wide fame and now are onto their galaxy-wide fame. They have 2 kids. S6 - The most romantic 10 episodes of television brought to screen I think Objective: explore Alpha; find a safe territory for their people; make alliances with Sanctum; uh oh what are those people up to???; sci-fi horror intensifies; SAVE CLARKE; and the rest of sky crew I guess; keep an eye on Jordan and Madi (objective failed); act on feelings (objective failed)

Okay, so. We have this awesome chick Josephine and she and neuroscientist Gabriel are sooooo in love. They are quite crazy about each other. Josie is very flirtatious but you can tell that what she and Gabriel have is something special. But then BUT THEN Josie is murdered by her own dad while he was having an environment-driven psychotic episode. and Gabriel is NOT READY TO LET HER GO HE LOVES HER OKAY. And her dad, Russel, obviously feels guilty as fuck and cannot live with himself. So Russel and Gabriel work on defeating death. Yea you heard that right, we are dealing with immortality now. After decades of inhumane experiments they succeed in bringing Josie back in some innocent girl';s body. How? Because Josie was backed up on a mindrive, that was developed by Becca. You know, the same Becca that caused the world to end the first time and inadvertently caused the plot of the whole show to happen. The same Becca whose AI was very invested in Bellarke relationship drama. I digress

Fast forward ~250 years later, Josie is a bubbly psychopath (she sad endearingly). And Gabriel actually noped the fuck out of this eugenics oblation camp 70 years prior. This caused Josie to become even colder and more ruthless, she doubled down after she realised that the love of her life had become disgusted by her. She does no longer remember how it feels to be loved or how did it feel TO love someone as she did Gabriel. One day, She wakes up and discovered she was put in the body of the iconic Clarke "Ferrari" Griffin herself. She thinks she will get away with the (not successful) murder of her because she has a lot to offer her friends in return, namely immortality, territory, and all the intel about the planet they had gathered. BUT BUT BUT she did not expect one Bellamy Goddamn Blake a.k.a the love of Clarke's life.

He is the first one to realize that Clarke is not Clarke. He is the first one to realize that Clarke is ALIVE. By seeing Clarke memories Josie knows that what would be likely to make Clarke stop trying is the belief that Bellamy gave up on her. BITCH YOU THOUGHT

So she experiences Bellamy DRAGGING her on forest floor and being gentle with her body at the same time because it is CLARKE's body. While they are in a cave she teases him about his relationship with Clarke, then reminisces about Gabriel and gets all sappy, and then by taunting Bellamy she hears "I wont let you die" and let me tell you SHE'S SHOOk. SHE FORGOT. SHE FORGOT YOU COULD LOVE SOMEONE SO MUCH. SHE FORGOT YOU COULD BE LOVED SO MUCH. IT PROBABLY REMINDS HER OF HOW GABRIEL ONCE WAS DEVOTED TO HER AND T SHAKES HER TO THE CORE.

Fast forward to Bellamy showing up Just In Time, undercover (as is his favorite past time) Josie says mockingly "because of course it s" BUT YOU KNOW SHE'S IMPRESSED. Then, The Tent, o man, THE TENT. Josie, probably slowly accepting that this might really be her end, admits to Bellamy in the softest voice "she was right to depend on you" And then she pleads with Gabriel and it's heartbreaking because yes she's a villain, she's a eugenist, a psycho, even simply Evil, probably BUT ONCE SHE WAS A BRILLIANT, RESOURCEFUL, CONFIDENT YOUNG WOMAN LIKE CLARKE. AND SHE JUST WANTED TO GROW OLD WITH GABRIEL. AND GABRIEL TELLS HER I LOVED YOU FOR CENTURIES AND BELLAMY'S FACE AND JOSIE GOT TO HAVE TO SPEND HER LAST MOMENTS WITH GABRIEL THANKS TO BELLAMY AND CLARKE AND IT GIVES HER STRENGTH TO KIND OF ACCEPT DEATH, PERMANENTLY "IN THIS BIG SLEEP, WHAT DREAMS MAY COME" "I HAVE TO LET YOU GO NOW" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NA DTHEn AND THEN WE HAVE THE CPR SCENE "I NEED YOU" "YOU'RE A FIGHTER SO GET UP AND FIGHT" "I AM NOT LETTING YOU GO" MOUTH TO MOUTH, TRUE LOVE"S KISS And Clarke looks at him like he hung the stars in the sky. Bellamy looks at her like he is the only star in his sky. And they save their friends. again. And they Do Better.

Cause they are better. together. And they are SO.POWERFUL

Their relationship literally transcends centuries and planets. Wow this is long. My legs are tired from sitting in one position. Who made it till the end?

[fuckedliar]

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋   𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄   :   Elizabeth Eden Woodel

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒)   Liz, Eden, Goldie locks, Blondie, Baby face

╳   𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒.

moody  |  short-tempered  |  emotionally unstable  |  whiny  |  controlling  |  conceited  | possessive  | paranoid  |  liar  |  impatient  |  cowardly  |  bitter  |  selfish  |  power-hungry  |  greedy  |  lazy  |  judgmental  |  forgetful  |  impulsive |  spiteful  |  stubborn |  sadistic  |  petty  |  unlucky  |  absent-minded |  abusive  |  addict  |  aggressive  |  childish  |  callous  |  clingy  |  delusional  |  cocky  |  competitive  |  corrupt  |  cynical |  cruel  |  depressed  |  deranged  | egotistical |  envious |  insecure  |  insensitive  |  lustful  |  delinquent  |  guilt complex | reclusive  |  reckless  |  nervous  |  oversensitive

♔   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒.

honest  |  trustworthy  | thoughtful  |  caring  |  brave  |  patient  |  selfless  |  ambitious  | tolerant  |  lucky  |  intelligent  |  confident   | focused  |  humble  |  generous  |  merciful  | observant  |  wise  | clever |  charming  |  cheerful  |  optimistic |  decisive  |   adaptive | calm  |  protective  |  proud  |  diligent | considerate  |  compassionate  |  good sportsmanship | friendly  |  empathetic  |  passionate | reliable  |  resourceful |  sensible  |  sincere |  witty  | funny

🖌 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 & 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒.

art  |  acting  |  astronomy  |  animals  |  archery  |  sports  |  belly dancing |  bird watching  |  blacksmithing  |  boating  |  calligraphy  |  camping  |  candle making  |  casino gambling  |  ceramics  |  racing  |  chess  | music   |  cooking  |  crochet  |  weaving  |  exercise  | swordplay |  fishing  |  gardening  | ghost hunting  |  ice skating  |  magic  | engineering  |  building  |  inventing  |  leather-working  |  martial arts  |  meditation  |  origami  |  parkour  | people watching |  swimming  |  puppetry  |  pyrotechnics  |  quilting  |  reading  |  collecting  |  shopping  |  socializing  |   storytelling  |  writing |  traveling  |  exotic dancing  |  singing

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[kurokawaia]

❛ Peach ❜

Kaji Ren X fem!Reader

WC; 1.5k+ | TW/CW; no big triggers just fluff, kaji being quite an embarrassed bby, reader has quick the bubbly personality and is somewhat timid !!, its implied that reader and kaji both like each other >.<

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 :: Kaji talks to you every moment he gets, finding anything to talk to you, even if it's something trivial like what your favourite food is. But, this leads to a talk about his peach flavoured sucker.

m.list | wind breaker m.list

He had come to the store yesterday, ever so polite, to request a school lunch for the next day, and that had gotten Kotoha more than slightly annoyed. But you did the rescue and offered to bring it to him gladly; after all, it meant a few more minutes with Umemiya—and maybe even getting a look at Kaji.

Kotoha agreed to go with you. She walked with you through the halls of Furin High School. This was an all-boys school that held a rough reputation for delinquent students who, barring the exterior, were known to have kind hearts that protected the town from harm.

Of course, I did not even bother to move along with Kaji Ren, who was out in the hallway when you walked into Umemiya's room. The guy stood there with his usual unflinching expression, looking towards you; of course, wearing earphones meant that he was mostly oblivious to everything else happening around him, so his intense gaze was something that caught you by surprise.

"Hey," Kaji called out across the bustling hallway; the sound of his voice was softer than usual, almost tentative. You nearly stumbled with surprise at his sudden approach.

"Can I talk to you?" He took the trouble to speak quietly, even though the headphones usually blared music into his ear canals at inhumane levels.

"Of course!" you said, and your cheeks couldn't help but split with a smile—overall, your stomach fluttering a bit with nerves.

He had read your lips.

Kaji nodded sharply, his eyes steely, then he nodded at you to fall back with him. His touch on your wrist was firm, yet gentle at the same time, moving you a few steps back from Kotoha, who watched with eyes full of understanding before whispering out of the hallway.

"Alone," he murmured, his breath hot and ticklish at your ear and you shivered at the closeness of it.

"Okay," you answered hesitantly; something fluttered in your chest as Kaji, stepping back and to one end of the hall away from Kotoha, made it fully his intention to give you his attention and his only.

Kaji slipped his headphones off his head to let them sit on his shoulders, just a bit, while the faint sound of Deftones played through them. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his usual aloof demeanor softened by this rare moment of connection he sought with you.

He just stands there, not knowing how to break the ice. Kaji isn't much of a talker, though; he'd only be there in your presence—yours and yours alone.

"You're always at Kotoha's," he finally said, more statement than question.

"Yeah," you returned, the smallest amount of puzzlement behind your words.

Though Kaji said a fact, not intended to add confusion to him, it was somehow eating him inside. For him, to be with you a long time was rare because you were always with Kotoha, and that very fact seemed to cause him a little frustration.

"So the two of you are friends," he stated, with his familiar stoic look. Your swear could go down that curiosity emanated from the depth of his eyes.

"Yeah, we are," you replied, feeling only a bit of curiosity in Kaji's tone. His question was taking something small in concern with you, which he was never known to take part in.

"Ren, is there something you need?" you said, the words coming out far too sharp for your intent. Oh Christ, hell, the words really had bitten more than you could chew, and you almost wanted to metaphorically slap yourself. "Not that I don't want to talk to you or anything, I really want-"

"Quit playin' stupid. I obviously need somethin'," he replied with the thickest gravel-voiced coarseness; his words were somewhat slurred by the sucker still inside his mouth, however.

"Right! What did you need?" you asked brightly, determined to keep up that bubbly personality of yours that always seemed to be a refreshing contrast to his own reserved demeanor.

Kaji huffed softly, his gaze flicking briefly away as if he became embarrassed for a second. ". You have some favorite food, don't you?" He was more subdued than usual.

You couldn't help it; your eyes sparkled with his question as a smile burst onto your face while you mentally squealed with excitement. "I do," you said happily, waiting with bated breath to share this small piece of yourself with him.

Again Kaji met your eyes, his face giving nothing away, his eyes questioning. "Well, what is it?" he asked again, a bit softer, betraying a hint at being genuinely interested.

"It's [favorite food]," you answered, brightening your smile to, through at least that part of yourself, show Kaji.

"Is that… your favorite food?" Kaji sounded a bit surprised, a trace of judgment in the tone.

A faint frown crossed your face, not sure if it was supposed to be a critical response. "Is that a bad thing?" you asked with just a little defensiveness in your voice.

"Nah, just a bit basic," he continued, more casual and low, an eye flickering up toward the ceiling. "I'd have thought it to be more like something special, out-of-the-ordinary-something sweet like a you," he mumbled under his breath before realizing what he was saying. Taken pleasantly off-kilter with that unintended compliment, a flush of sprezzatura warmness relieved your cheeks.

Kaji caught that flush on your cheeks—the flicker of satisfaction crossing his features briefly. He was actually pleased because, in an odd way, he'd managed to provoke such a large variety of expressions on your face as long as it was mainly flustering you.

"Well, you do guess if it's just supposed to be something basic, you didn't need to know anyway, did you, Ren?" you tried teasing back gently, your voice soft in the effort of getting a grip on your composure.

"Just. curious," he mumbled, averting his eyes to hide his own slight blush at the sudden uproar of your self, with whom he shared, quite unexpectedly, one-on-one company.

"Alright, say I'm curious, what's yours?" you asked, more than willing to know him.

"My what?" Kaji asked again, appearance somewhat puzzled, this time with the frown showing on his face.

"Favorite food, Ren," you laughed a little; his being surprised was funny to you.

It was such an insanely personal question for him, and he was absolutely gobsmacked that you would ask such a thing. "Peaches," he replied, stopping for just a moment, wishing desperately that you would not ask him why.

"Peaches are pretty darn tasty!" You replied in a very encouragingly enthusiastic manner. "Ummm, well, er, it's been quite a while since I've tasted it."

Kaji nodded and mostly avoided eye contact with direct lines of the same. His face was becoming a veil to shield a possible blush on his cheeks. "I ate them a lot back when I was a child. I still do, I guess," he mumbled softly towards his plate, his usual stoic demeanor nearly softened by the reminiscence of childhood nostalgia.

"I would have thought your favorite food was a lollipop," you teased playfully.

He just glared at you bewilderingly. It was when he clicked his tongue. "Oh, why would you think something like that?" he mumbled; there was kind of a mix of emotion, something between embarrassment and amusement, at your observation.

"'Cause you always have one?" you said, a bit puzzled. That would make sense, wouldn't it? If Kaji always had one on him, then of course it would be his favorite.

"Well, just 'cause I always have one doesn't mean it's my favorite," he said somewhat defensively, hinting at a touch of annoyance that the idea would actually be assumed. "I mean, I like them, but I like peaches more," he admitted to no one in particular, his voice again fading off toward the last few words.

"You totally have a peach-flavored lollipop in your mouth, don't you?" you asked, playfully grinning.

He tensed just a little, taken aback by your astuteness. He sure hadn't thought you'd be able to figure that out so fast, even though he had mentioned just a moment before peaches were his favorite food. "Yeah, it is," he admitted under his breath as another blush, this one deeper, overtook his cheeks.

"Can I try one?" you asked, because your curiosity found full force as you observed him.

Kaji stopped for a moment, questioning whether he should say that it was okay to share a lick of his lollipop with you. That string of saliva stretching from his lollipop in hand to his mouth was just way too embarrassing for him, and he would rather die than show it to you.

"Mhm. Sure. W-whatever," Kaji mumbled, barely louder than a whisper—a hoarse whisper at that—as he looked away in the process of handing you the lollipop.

"Ren, I meant a-a new one," you clarified but tried to cover up your fluster over the mistake.

"Oh," he simply muttered, finally meeting your eyes again but with a slight error in judgment.

"W-Well, it's been in your mouth, Ren!" you yelped, your cheeks hot from the thought of sharing a lollipop he'd already been eating.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

m.list | wind breaker m.list

my first wind breaker work >.<

some kaji nsfw drabbles here -> his oral fixation

[squalodinoappreciationsquad]

NOOOO Reborn, YOU DON'T SAY THAT to the delinquents. There are DIFFERENT WAYS to take them off you! DINO BBY!

[fandonnavyce]

bby Hiruma was probably like secretly massively popular

Between the Too Cool For School Aesthetic

Delinquent Bad Boy Aesthetic

Punk/Emo Aesthetic

Smart as Shit Genius Nerd Aesthetic

the boy probably had like a legion of secret fangirls too shy and scared to approach. Or their crush was like a guilty pleasure so they never admitted it to anyone

Tiny bby Hiruma having a tamagotchi, and having his ID pinned to his shirt 😭😭😭

Bro was edgy even before he started carrying guns around.

Plus, all these stickers and chains and the dominance of the color black in his outfit all say one thing: "Look at me. I'm different from the rest of them."

He would definitely be the cool emo kid in school, the type who never gets picked on, because he retaliates on his enemies in worse ways that practically FLAYS the skin from their bones.

No one touches Hiruma Youichi, no. Not if they want to live a long, full life.

[im-still-watching-anime]

naruto pulling out paint buckets: come on! live a little! let’s break some rules!!

sasuke committing treason against their oppressive government: hey you’re right actually this slaps

[wercobubblvs]

Not me realizing that Percy and Nico didnt havent a chance to have a somewhat semi normal childhood...

Headcanon that Will drags Percy and Nico to play video games!!!

[midnxght-sweet-time]

Speaking of which: punk baby eel Jade vs momma's boy deliquent Deucey. Who'd you think would win??

Art by me^^

I went by manga delinquent Deuce cuz he be lookin more legit there

Like look at him. Look at this aggressive bby uwu

it's nice to see someone else whos into the beta ver of characters! i wish more would be released on them or, and this is very wishful thinking, even a "what if" type event where we'd see at least beta/prototype riddle as he had the most written for him irc

Yesss!!!! I really wished there was more beta charac reveal from Yana. So far we only have the beta designs of characs like Silver or Malleus but the biggest hidden lore drop for beta characs was mainly beta Riddle. Though Riddle had more reveal and even almost became 'canon'. Its kinda sad he was scrapped and just gone qwq

OHHHHH but beta Jade is a whole nother can of worms to deal with.

SO—

I imagine punk Jade was some kind of edge phase he had when he was younger before his suave professional look lmao

I hced Jade likes to play as the villian. Like he probs has those 'playlist that makes you feel like a villian'. I find it funny how he tends to play out like the most professional badass but also still acts pretty gullible sometimes.

Yall think Floyd is the creepy one??? Bruh Jade is more on playing with the psychological tactics which I find much more scarier—

Im pretty Jade at some point probably wants to best Floyd. I hced him to be the younger twin, and of course all younger siblings like to try and one up the other. Maybe thats why Jade used to be a punk kind of guy, probably a delinquent as well and prefers more physical violence like Floyd.

Until my guy find out that villians who have a more polished and courteous style tends to be the most prefered and appealing (and in most cases— attractive 7w7). Which results into the kind of eel we all know and love now ♡♡♡

I want punk Jade to exists in the canon universe!!! Do you know how interesting that will be??? But atleast we can indulge in sweet- make believe headcanons and say punk Jade was a past memory. Unless for whatever reason the tweels' backstory has been fully explained and Jade confirms doesnt have a punk phase I will hold onto this belief for dear life-

Omg but Punk Jade and Delinquent Deuce combined????? PLEASE-

Speaking of which: punk baby eel Jade vs momma's boy deliquent Deucey. Who'd you think would win??

[smiley-babe]

fuck me, like you hate me

Hanma Shuji x Reader

Nsfw/ MDNI 18+

⚠️ Warnings: slight dubcon, public sex, unprotected sex (creampie), degradation (towards Hanma), aged up characters, Hanma gets a littleeee pussy drunk. [lemme know if I missed anything]

Summary: Hanma finds a new kink of his when meeting you.

An: This was supposed to be a smol drabble buuuut I got carried away ._. @satorhime this for you bby 😘

Hanma isn’t the kind of guy you should just cuss out. His hands are rated E for everyone. But when he instinctively grabbed you after you tripped and almost fell, you gave him the nastiest glare.

All he can do is just grin. He’s never had anyone insult him without fear. You didn’t know what he was and what he was capable of. But he’ll make sure you find out.

He wasn't necessarily stalking you but he would see you more often than not. "You stalking me or something?," you ask him with your hands on your hips, glaring right at him.

He wasn't necessarily stalking you but he would see you more often than not. "You stalking me or something?," you ask him with your hands on your hips, glaring right at him.

He shrugs and grins. "What if I was?"

That ticks you off even more. "Then you're a fucking pervert and a weirdo. Stay away from me!" You shove past him and stomp off. Such a nasty weirdo, you mutter to yourself.

And he really thinks he is a weirdo because every time you hurl an insult to him he feels himself stiffen up, blood rushing in places it shouldn’t.

Hanma doesn’t like anything boring. And you excited him with your mean glare and nasty words. He wants to hear more. He wants it all.

It becomes his mission to absolutely terrorize you every chance he gets. Just to see you shake with anger and scream at him. He feels himself shiver when you call him a dickhead. He bites on his lip when you call him a useless delinquent. You had no idea he was getting off on this. If you knew, you would call him even more sick words.

There was one instance that ended it all. He had you bent over in an alley, your cute little skirt bunched up at your waist. It was dark, the moon nowhere in sight. He finally had to have you. “Call me an asshole again baby. Do it.” He rubs his throbbing head through your soaked folds as you mewl out for him.

You don’t even know how the hell you got into this predicament. One moment you’re screaming at this stupid asshole for almost running you over with his bike, throwing your drink at his back. The next moment you’re falling apart on his fingers. “Fucking- asshole!” You gasp when you feel him slide past the first tight ring of muscles.

“Fuckkk,” he groans as he plunges all the way in, spearing you on his cock. “Go head and insult me sweetheart. They sound so pretty coming from your little mouth.” But it’s hard to speak when his hips start rocking.

Your nails dig into the break wall in front of you. “You’re a- fuckin pervert… oh god!” He feels so good dragging his cock in and out, filling and emptying you every time. It’s so hard to focus like this. You don’t even remember why the hell you were mad at him.

“Uh huh. This pervert is fucking you stupid, isn’t he? This stupid asshole is making you dumb for his cock already.” His lips are near your ear as he thrusts even deeper. Tears prick in your eyes and you moan louder. “Wanna get caught fucking a pervert baby? Might wanna keep it down.”

But he feels you clamp around his dick. What a nasty girl for wanting to be caught fucking the local weirdo pervert. “Shut the fuck up you dickhead- ah!” He goes even harder, fingers digging into the skin on your hips. It makes you even wetter when hearing his little whimpers and moans in your ear. “Such a bitch. Hate you. Hate you so much~,” you cry out.

“Oh yeah? Fuckin’ hate me? That’s why your pussy’s gushin’ round me like that? Cuz you hate me?” All you can do is whine in response. Hanma glances down and sees a ring of cream around the base of his cock. You can feel that familiar feeling. He’s going to make you cum. And he knows because his fingers find your clit and rub sloppy circles over it. “Cum for me baby,” he coos, kissing your neck.

“Fuck- N- no. Don’t wanna cum because of you. You d- don’t deserve it. Stupid asshole stop!” He pounds even deeper and harder, groaning a bit because he’s getting so close from those sweeter-than-sugar insults. You’re just so pretty. And mean. Totally not boring. Hanma loves it.

He wraps a hand around your neck, squeezing tight. “You’re gonna cum for me. Whether you like it or not.” Soon enough you’re trembling and whining as Hanma hits your spot repeatedly. Your eyes cross a bit as you cum around him and from the lack of oxygen.

When he lets go you gasp and moan loudly. He’s become feral, chasing his own high. “C- cum in me please! Fuuuck I hate you~,” you whine out, clawing up the wall even more.

His moans are a little higher as he starts cumming in you. Blunt nails digging into your squishy flesh a little harder. “Holy shit…,” he pants out. When he pulls out, you almost fall over. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. How could you beg this pervert to cum in you? Why the hell did you let him fuck you? When you turn around he’s wearing a shit eating grin. You want to punch it off him. “Next time Imma fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

“There won’t be a fucking next time you stupid fuckhead!,” you yell out, fixing your skirt and panties, already feeling his cum trickling out of you.

He raises a brow and keeps smirking. “Oh yeah? How bout right now? Get on your fucking knees.” You look at him like he’s insane. But when he pushes down on your head, you’re obeying his command.

[urstruly-ghst]

Hey 👋 I wanted to request a scenario involving the twisted wonderland first years (ace, deuce, Epel, jack, and sebek). I thought of how they would react to an MC that bought them a gift with what little savings they managed to make. Crowley is barely helping them with a few necessities, yet the MC wants to show their gratitude to their friends.

note : i disappeared because of my college's final exam: writing a novel! however, i am back bby! uploading another one by tomorrow, answering some chats too ^^

cw: platonic relations !

ace trappola 

In his shoes, money is something he can somehow balance. Ace had a reasonably stable financial life, and his comfort in money sheltered him in his dorm. He didn’t care about how his money would sometimes fluctuate due to his impulsiveness in buying certain things. The cherry pies, the shoes, the random expensive things he thought were interesting, and some new trends. 

Ace never denied being spoiled; while he gets mad if some do, free stuff is free! Getting sparkly and new gifts was the norm for him due to his status as the youngest. So, he was not that surprised when you offered this one present. It was small and light, yet Ace held it close to his heart (not that he would tell you)

Yet, there was a hunch forming when he noticed your lacking luster. Less food on your plate and your lack of extra items in the house made Ace curious. What was with the sudden lack of something you usually had in stock? 

It wasn’t until long after your allowance ran out when Ace found out you spent a reasonable amount for him. Flattered as he is, he found this unacceptable! As your closest friend, he gave a big scolding! The scolding lasted a few minutes, it was mindless rambling, and you nodded alongside Ace. 

Ace smiled softly (this is a rare instance!) as he gave you a light shove. It was a shove to tell you to stop putting his wants above your needs. Being your friend was more than enough, as cheesy as it sounds, because you bring more joy than this shiny thing you gave. Well, maybe not much. Ace loved the gift.

“You’re dumb. No! I loved the gift. I mean, hello? A free limited edition card plus cherry pie?! Sign me up. But, yo, I need you to earn money. My family makes ends meet, and I am better than you. No harsh feelings… But you’re broke, so keep some savings, m’kay?”

deuce spade

Deuce grew up in a tight-budget household, and his dear mother carefully budgeted everything in his house. Due to this, he wasn’t as spoiled as many kids his age. He didn’t get shiny toys. His clothes were sometimes torn and had to be patched up from his fights. Admittedly, some might have been stolen when he was a juvenile delinquent wanting to get something new.

Deuce now gets some excellent gifts with a pricey tag when the holidays roll in. Deuce is never the one to deny a gift that he can use and keep for a long time. Any donation is something Deuce Spade treasures and hides to keep it safe! So, rest assured your hard-earned gift for him is appreciated thoroughly. 

He can see or sense something quite late when it comes to certain things. After a few weeks, Deuce can see something wrong. While he is busy and more occupied with other things, the way your grocery trips seem to stop or lessen makes him observant of your nature.

After some questioning with others and Sam, he was shell-shocked. Never had he expected the effort put into a person like him. It made him happy but, at the same time, upset. Learning that you sacrificed what little money you had for a want made him remember the times he was a kid and he begged his mother or grandmother for a toy. It was akin to a feeling of guilt and thankfulness. 

It made him very appreciative of you even more. A friend never goes as far as to sacrifice something just for him. It usually just ends in favors. For this event, Deuce dubs you an exceptional friend, which means he would offer more favors than usual and might pay attention to your budget too. After all, you did a lot for him.

“I appreciate this so much, Perfect! However, this gift is costly. I overlooked that. I promise you! I am in debt, and you get more favors from me now! By the way, if you need more help with the budget, I have some experience!”

jack howl

Jack is a very modest person who grew up in a very stable and well-disciplined environment. Money isn’t an issue, and his wants are always on the back of his head. So, gifts are something he isn’t that used to wanting. Discipline was evident in his character beyond his physical appearance. 

Every gift received is something Jack would make sure that isn't causing someone in trouble for financial terms and that it is safely used. So, when he received a trinket that suited his tastes from you, he made sure to keep it In excellent condition. One, it was a showcase of his appreciation. Two, he hates wasting someone’s gifts due to his recklessness.

Though, Jack had some suspicions about the fact your healthy meals and tuna supply had dwindled. Was the headmaster not giving enough as usual? He swore you had some excellent earned money from your errands that seemed ridiculous. When he later found the reason was the gift, Jack’s ears drooped as guilt washed over his being.

While the gift was something Jack truly liked, he was guilty that he indulged before realizing that you don’t have enough resources or money for himself. You smiled and waved off his concern, saying that his appreciation and respect were enough. That wasn’t sitting right with Jack. 

He always made sure to compensate you for your gifts with his gifts to you. Jack makes gifts rather than spending. After all, he knows you would try to pay with more money-oriented gifts. So, while you both enjoyed exchanging meaningful gifts, Jack reminds you that those are more important than the monetary ones. It feels more significant, he quotes. 

“So, I got you some diet foods. It is good, I trust you. While I know Grim won’t like diet foods in your dorm, this is a tasty and tuna-flavored alternative to the canned tunas. I heard some of the prices increased, so this is cheaper and as tasty… Yeah.. Uh... No need to pay me back!”

epel felmier 

Soot and dirt always covered and smeared Epel's adoring face. He knew hardships and trials as quickly as he knew how to breathe. Gifts are something he gets on occasion. Not once did he seek out a token extensively. Meemaw was always telling him lessons and morality of appreciation and not being this little brat.

Call him prudish, but he hated gifts. The gifts of throwaway trinkets, cards that rot in a box, and flowers that decay to the earth. He hated it. But not in the way of pure hatred, just a big chunk of annoyance. He loves gifts that are unique, usable, and practical. So, giving him something he could use was a dealbreaker.

However, as grateful as he is, Epel is skeptical. The tuna and apple pies he used to see stocked up are now usually eaten in succession. You had some indulgences, like extra snacks, were suddenly put on hold. Initially, he thought of this instance as you being frugal as that Headmaster won’t give you enough. 

He felt immense guilt when he discovered that your newfound frugal lifestyle was because of the thoughtful gift on his bedside table. It was a gift he adored from you; it was compact, functional, and elegant enough to pass Pomefiore’s requirement for decorum. 

In return, Epel made himself your servant for other tasks that the Headmaster gave. Be it the weird cleaning spots or running across the field for a product you probably never heard of, he was familiar with. Epel even wanted to give back the gift so you could get your money back, but Rook smacked his head and declared how rude it was to return a gift even if the intent was  Sighing; Epel just compromises for the both of you.

“Yo, Prefect. Uh… Got any more weird tasks that Headmaster needs ya to do? I’m up for it. Look, don’t give me that face. I wanna help; you gave me a surprise. I’m just returning the favor, ‘kay?”

sebek zigvolt

Like Jack, Sebek is disciplined in many aspects beyond his physique. He grew up with the mindset that he must serve Malleus and that Malleus was the utmost priority in life. He only came to know the wants of his young master or anyone close to his young master. So, gifts or his wishes don’t cross his mind.

That isn’t to say he has some longing for some matters; after all, he was still a young student branching out to discover new sides of himself. Ever since he stepped into NRC, he has known that not everything would be the same. Sebek turned out to be right as you also entered his life, making him more human than he was in his entire life.  He soon found out he sometimes yearns to hang out with friends; he likes to indulge in foods that were restricted from his diet as a trainee for a knight, and many more.

So, to indulge him a bit more, you bought him a gift. The gift is something that he was so fond of. It was up to his tastes and relatively hard to find, but it also was something from you– a friend he longed to bring out more humanity in him. Yet, from the get-go, Sebek can tell that something is wrong after you give him a gift. As your certified friend (and a bit of a mother hen), he can see your meals lessening and some of your necessities disappearing. 

Scolds you relentlessly, spouting out anything from “you’re young master’s friend, are you trying to hurt him?!” to “are you insane, human?!”. Honestly, it does wear him and you down to a degree over his thunderous voice, but you nonetheless appreciate those words. You sheepishly tell him that the gift was a thank you and reminder of how he is your friend. A privilege that you deem is of the highest degree. 

Sebek just rolls his eyes and consults with others on how he can repay a gift; after all, he only knows how to give. Lilia primarily consulted him; after all, Lilia holds a dear spot for Sebek. Lilia always nudges the lad to enjoy his youth more. Back to the topic, Lilia does encourage Sebek to show appreciation and give a gift too! It could be more practical than a sentimental one due to your current conditions (if only he could shout at the Headmaster as you do)!

“Human! I mean… Prefect! This gift holds a… forget it! I brought you a gift too! Alongside some essentials. I didn’t expect this gesture from you after all my yelling. You really are a handful. Lilia says you might like this… but I was hesitant to– JUST TAKE IT!”

[haitaniapologist]

SAY YOU LIKE ME.

pairings — baji keisuke x matsuno!reader.

warnings — yn is chifuyu's older sister, fluff, a bit of insecurities, they're kids and they're in love, some spoilers of the spin off (nothing too detailed), reader is called princess, crying in the street, enemies to lovers ish.

word count — 2.1k

notes — this is originally a request from @chiaki3nanami so thank you bby for it!!!! also this is in the same universe of my two chifuyu's sister!reader, favorite crime and all for us, so treat it as like ,,, a spin off of some sorts? and maybe a remake of yn's and baji's relationship described in favorite crime, due to the new information we have because of the bajifuyu spin off. anyways, i hope you guys will like it !!!!

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“stop beating my little brother.” 

keisuke never thought his first interaction with his cute neighbor would be like that — a black cat that he was sure it was peke j cuddled in your arms, your hair loose and an angry expression on your face. it was cute, and you were cuter, and he couldn't help but try to look more manly in front of you. at least you knew about his fighting skills, and didn't see him as just the nerd with funny glasses and slicked hair. 

“your little brother?” he didn't know your name, of course. he saw you once in school, surrounded by other girls while you were reading a book in lunch break, and followed you home to make sure no one was going to mess you — just to discover you lived in the same building as him. 

you furrowed your eyebrows. adorable. “don't act as if you don't know what i'm talking about, baji.” you almost spat and, if the circumstances were different, he would already be ready to fight you. “chifuyu. he's only twelve, i'm afraid that if you punch him too much he'll become dumb like you.” 

“that hurts, princess.” you opened your mouth to say a witty remark — that he shouldn't call you princess or anything like that because you weren’t friends — but you noticed that he was enjoying it when you spat back at him. that was confusing — he was a cute boy, and even if your heart raced whenever he looked down at you, especially when you felt his gaze on you in school, you were there as chifuyu's older sister. nothing more, of course, but his demeanour made your cheeks burn and you were glad excalibur was with you, or else would've already slapped him across the face multiple times. 

“it was supposed to hurt.” you replied, almost ready to go to your home and pretend nothing happened. your brother would be embarrassed if he knew what you did, but you couldn't help and not do anything. he was your baby brother, and you hated when you found him with bruises and blood whenever he had the decency to wait for you to go back home with you. or when your mother told the school called again to say chifuyu was in a fight, asking if you do something. 

and that was what you were trying to do. 

“if i know chifuyu got in another fight because of you, baji keisuke, i swear i will—”

“go on a date with me?” he cut you, and you just looked at him dumbfounded. 

you opened your mouth a few times, but closed it as soon as your lips parted. you didn't know what to say to him, never expecting him to ask you out — if the circumstances were others, you would be blushing and a puddle of shyness in front of him, but you were more angry than flattered that he was asking you on a date. 

“i think i have some peyang yakisoba in the kitchen, i can heat some water and we can eat and then—”

“i will not go on a date with you!” you exclaimed, startling excalibur in your arms. “you're a delinquent and annoying, and my mom told me to take care with boys like you! and you're making my little brother's attitude worse than it is!” you tried to explain, ignoring the flash of hurt that crossed his eyes — but that hurt became something else, something that you couldn't decipher. “so no. i will not go on a date with you.” you were sure you had made your point clear, storming off his front door. 

“that's what we'll see, princess!” you rolled your eyes at his voice, feet already taking you up to your home again. 

you tried to ignore the way your heart was beating inside your chest, ignoring the curious look on your mom's face when you went straight to your room, too. 

— 

you tried to ignore baji keisuke as much as you could, but studying at the same school as him, your brother being his new friend and living in the same building as him, was a bit difficult. 

he didn't bother you so much at school. he had a different persona there, of a nerd and studious guy, just like you were. but you could still hear his calls of ‘princess’ and ‘matsuno-chan’ whenever you were near. but you ignored him, of course, always walking away with your friends or pretending to ignore him by reading one of your books. but he was persistent, nonetheless — always trailing behind you, always accompanying you back home when he wasn't with your brother, always putting small notes on your table. 

you hated him. 

your mother could notice something was happening between her daughter and ryoko's son — it was even funny to see it, you fighting against your feelings while keisuke trailed behind you like a lost puppy. chifuyu wanted to throw up every time baji started asking about you, but there wasn't any other guy he would trust enough to date you. it was his place as the only man in the family to make sure you would date someone worthy of your love. your dad wasn’t around anymore, but chifuyu would do what he would’ve done if he was alive.

“he really likes you, you know.” chifuyu said one afternoon after you three arrived in the building — an afternoon that he wasn't embarrassed enough to be seen with you — and you just rolled your eyes. 

you opened the door to your home, being greeted by peke j — the new lame name of your brother's cat, given by baji — and you kneeled down to scratch the space between his ears. “i'm being serious, y/n.” you pretended you weren't hurt not being called y/n-nee by your little brother, and you just sighed. 

“well, i don't like him, so tell him that, chifuyu.” it was what you said before storming out to your room, cheeks red and hands sweating. 

“not like him, my ass.”

you really thought you didn't like baji keisuke, until a fateful day after winter holiday. 

— 

chifuyu said he wouldn’t walk you home, because he didn’t want people to see him much with you. that was hurting your feelings, of course, but you understand him a bit — he was now the vice captain of the first division of the tokyo manji gang, baji’s new best friend and respected by everyone from school and outside of it. why would he want people to see him with you, his older sister? you were just a nerd, someone that was always with her nose in a book, never broke the rules and was always a teacher pleaser. 

his total opposite. 

but you didn’t like how cold he was with you, and you walked away with tears in your eyes — but you held your head high. you were still older than him, one grade above him and his sister. he would hear so much when he arrived home. you would make sure he would never make you cry again, because what hurt the most was not the fact that he didn’t want to walk you home, but because you felt as if he was exchanging you for baji. you felt as if he preferred him over you, and it hurt. 

but you wiped your tears, hands holding the straps of your bag with more strength than necessary, heavy steps in the fine line of snow in the street. you just wanted to arrive home and lock yourself in your room — you knew your mom would be worried, more than normal. chifuyu was arriving more beat up from school and always sneaking up with baji, and you were more inside your room than ever, especially when you heard keisuke’s voice inside your house. but you didn’t know how to put your feelings in words, because you didn’t want to acknowledge them. 

because then you would come to terms that maybe you didn’t hate baji keisuke like you thought you did for the last six months. 

the redness of your cheeks whenever he called you princess, or the way your heart raced whenever you caught a glimpse of his black hair wasn’t hatred, and you knew that. but it was easier to pretend it was, because you knew he only saw you as a challenge. as soon as you accepted going on a date with him, everything would be over — maybe he would kiss you, and that was it. it would start and end with the same quickness, and it would leave with that you were preventing. 

heartbreak. 

pretending to hate him was for the best, of course. someday he would forget about you and move on, and then you would be able to move on, too. he seemed to be doing that already, and it kind of hurt too, not seeing him chasing you around school or calling your name through the halls. 

you sighed, but your eyebrows quickly furrowed, hearing someone calling your name.

“y/n!” you turned around to be met with keisuke’s red orbs, and it felt as if everything you were trying to hold back came crashing like a waterfall. the tears couldn’t stop going down your eyes, and if things were normal, you would’ve laughed at baji’s panicked expression.

but you kept crying, crying like a baby, loud sobs and fat tears on your cheeks — and your face was met with a warm and sturdy chest, your body enveloped between arms that made you feel safe. 

your sobs and tears stopped gradually with the amount of his warmth that enveloped you, your arms weakly holding the back of his winter jacket. it wasn’t fair that he was so war, no fair that he smelled so good, no fair that his arms seemed to be made to hug you — because it seemed as if he knew how much pressure you liked in your skin, how you liked your head to be when hugging someone. it was as if baji keisuke was inside your head and he knew everything about you. 

that made you tighten your hold on him. 

keisuke held your face even closer to his chest, long fingers stroking your head as if you were peke j who wanted a few scratches after killing a mouse or a bird. you two stayed like that for a few moments, basking in each other’s presence — you were too afraid to let go of him and he said it was just a prank, or worse: that he liked you as a friend. keisuke, in the other hand, was terrified of you returning to your normal self, of scowling and of not talking with him. he shouldn’t be, of course, as he was the captain of toman’s first division and he shouldn’t be such a coward, but that was your effect on him. 

but he needed to know something. maybe if it would hurt. 

“do you really hate me?” 

the question hung in the air for a few minutes, and you could almost taste it in your tongue — it was bittersweet, filled with pent-up frustration of months. but you shook your head negatively, trying to formulate words that would express what you really felt.

keisuke let you, his hands still holding you tight. 

“i just… chifuyu is always with you. i feel like i’m not his sister anymore.” you admitted, cheeks red with embarrassment. “maybe i’m jealous? i can’t explain. i just want my baby brother back.” you sighed, closing your eyes. “and you’re the type my mom told me to stay away from, and i don’t want to have my heart broken by you.” 

that earned a chuckle from him, and even you giggled. it sounded stupid saying all of that out loud — because even though baji was a deliquent and he loved violence, he was sweet and kind too, and your mother loved him. “if you knew how chifuyu speaks of you, princess, you would never feel as if you aren’t his sister anymore.” his hands traveled from your waist to hold your face and, for the first time, you really looked at his eyes. to their brownish red color, to the warmth pooling from them. but you felt embarrassed, knowing that your brother spoke about you to his gang members. “and about your heart, i promise i’ll take great care of it, y/n. just give me and my peyang yakisoba a chance, please?”

“lead the way then, kei.”

only if you knew how broken your heart would be after you lost him in halloween.

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[g0kotta]

Oho someone who's fine with ppl sending ideas. Platonic toman with a male!member reader who lacks self-awareness. Like bby passed by an entire rival gang while wearing toman's uniform just to get donuts (and somehow came back to the hideout self and sound with a box of donuts), accidentally offended other influential delinquents while Takemichi stared in horror, wondered off somewhere during important times. Wdyt ? Btw it's inspired by your mbti since intp's have inferior fe. Wdyt of this ?

“Oh and that, and toman with a m!member reader who takes the items of the delinquents he beats, and also gifts it to the other members. There's that one time when Draken received motor parts for a week straight, Mitsuya receiving a cool looking belt, Emma receiving an earring, etc. The way he gifts it weirds people out though, like someone's just existing there, reader walks up to them, gives them something and walks away without speaking.”

Platonic!Toman x m!intp!reader

A couple of hc’s of Toman and they’re favourite weird dude.

Some violence and a couple of swear words. And that’s all I think. This was really fun to write

*You joined Toman, because you were a close friend of Peh. Since childhood you had spend almost every single day together, because your parents were neighbours. But that kinda changed after Peh met Pah and joined Toman. Since you felt left out you one day cornered Peh and forced him to “spit it out” on why he has been ignoring you so much. He explained about Toman and you asked to join. Peh wasn’t too fond of the idea, but he knew he couldn’t talk you out of this. Once you made up your mind no one could change it.

*Mikey had a talk with you after Peh mentioned your name. After you talked he realised you two are kinda similar in many ways (Mikey is also an INTP. At least he was the last time I checked). He enjoyed talking to you and after he noticed that you mostly think before you speak and also use logic in almost every sentence he came to a conclusion that the best division for you was the 5th one. So he introduced you to Mucho and Sanzu.

*Mucho liked the fact that you were quiet and only spoke when needed or when you had something to say. Otherwise no matter how much the guys from 5th division (and other divisions as well) talked your ears off, you didn’t say more than a few words. After all, you were more of a listener than a talker.

*Sanzu was glad when he found out how loyal you were to those you trusted. After he earned your trust he enjoyed having conversations with you since he knew you didn’t lie and no matter how ugly the truth was, you always spoke only the truth.

*But that was also kind of a throw off for other people. Hakkai and Angry disliked you at first. You seemed rude and you were difficult to get to know. You were insensitive at times and had struggled to express your feelings. But after a while they got used to it. They weren’t the closest ones to you, but they didn’t dislike you either. You were just another guy in the gang. Though one incident made them change their minds about you completely. Like it did a full 180

*Once you found Hakkai and Angry cornered by a bunch of rival delinquents you saved their asses and then they started seeing you as a brother and best friend.

*The closest to you were Mikey, Sanzu, Mucho, Baji and Draken (besides Peh and Pah). They enjoyed your company and how you always listened to their problems and gave good advice.

*The guys were weirded out the first time you came up to them in silence and without a word gave some random gifts (they weren’t that random. They actually needed the item you gave and were confused on how you knew about what they needed. But then they realised they probably made a side comment about it while talking to you and you remembered. That warmed their hearts a bit.). And when they found out that most of the gifts were actually stolen from the people you beat up, they were left in a bigger state of shock. Chifuyu and Baji laughed about it and said that next time they’ll also invite you to beat people up with them and then strip them naked. (That manga panel made my jaw drop the first time I saw it lmao).

*Now what they really didn’t like about you, was how much self awareness you lacked. You always put yourself in danger, but also managed to avoid it. You walked past by delinquents who had issues with Toman without even a scratch. You bought donuts and brought them to a meeting. You managed to piss off the Haitani brothers by saying something rude about them right in front of them (without even noticing that they were behind your back) (Takemichi almost had a heart attack that day). It became an inside joke of the gang about how luck is always on your side.

*Even if you were cold and stand off-ish they all knew you cared about them. And they cared a lot about you too.