#also i'm half asleep while writing this so if something didn't make sense that's why.

[astolfofo]

…I had a thought about the halovians(specifically sunday) and want to know peoples opinions. do u think he has nesting instincts? :3 thank u for listening to my ted talk.

hi (i did say i was gonna answer this 2 weeks ago unfortunately I forgot i'm so sorry.) But anyways, thank you for your ask, and 100% he does.

tw: non-con, forced pregnancy, dark content. truly the unedited sleep deprived trying to write.

Okay i finished writing this i know you didn't ask for acutal writing but i went ahead and did it anyways because why not hope u don't mind

also excuse the fact that thus was posted at 4am and I was half falling asleep already while writing this.

There were three days in your life that you could have called the worst.

The first one was the day when Sunday took your life away from you, and claimed you to be his "wife". The second was when first time he chose to be intimate. The third was when you got pregnant as a result.

Nothing had ever stuck to you like the day after that. You felt like washing the sheets until your hands would bleed. You wanted to submerge yourself in bleach until every fiber of your body burned, shriveled up, and died.

You wanted to forget that it happened. That the events in the previous night ever happened at all.

But the soreness between your legs was a constant reminder. And even though the pain went away after a few days, it was replaced by something much worse. Something you feared.

You saw the signs from the second you got them. Your body felt heavy. You were constantly tired. You had lost interest in eating. It was obvious what was going on.

And for a few days, you tried to hide it. The longer Sunday didn't know, the better it was for you. That way, you could slowly while away your last few moments in peace before everything was taken from you in entirety.

After a few weeks, you couldn't hide it anymore. You remember staring at the double line on the pregnancy test.

You almost instantly broke down into tears. It wasn't anything that you hadn't already know n, but maybe part of you still just believed you were ill, that maybe there was another reason why you had missed your period that month. That the pain you kept experiencing was just from some kind of illness.

The last thing you could keep away from Sunday was taken away from you that day. The sense of freedom you could've had.

To Sunday, you suppose this was the final step he needed to take to bind you to him. Another way to control you. Another way to keep you in his arms, and make sure you wouldn't let go.

And if you didn't want to get murdered by the press, if you didn't want to further sabotage both your own and Sunday's public image, you knew to take it.

You had no choice but to take it. You were no more than an insect trapped under his thumb.

-

out of the two of you, there was only one person that was particularly enthusiastic about having a child.

It certainly wasn't you.

Ever since you had first found out about the pregnancy, you had felt empty. As if someone directly sucked the soul out of your body.

You weren't yourself anymore. You hadn't been for a long time.

Sunday didn't seem too bothered by it though.

You weren't sure if it was just his own parental instincts, or whether he could tell that it was almost time for you go into labour. Maybe it was a combination of both. You didn't care. You couldn't care less.

All you knew was that his presence was suffocating. Overbearing. Invasive, even.

You couldn't do anything by yourself. Sunday felt the need to assist you with everything you did. Even basic tasks such as grabbing an object, he insisted that he would get for you.

But what set you off the most, was his intense urge to keep the house in order. You had never seen him having such intense urges to organize a room even when just the slightest thing was out of order. He couldn't stand seeing the slightest speck of dust, he couldn't stand seeing the furniture just an inch out of place.

It drove you to madness.

If you had even slightly misplaced something Sunday you would notice Sunday getting slightly agitated.

From the moment he came home, to the moment he would fall asleep, he spent every waking second making sure the house was perfectly in order, before obsessing over you. At some point you just wanted to wave him off. Lock yourself in the bathroom and sleep for a long period of time, until you had no concept of reality anymore.

You didn't have it in you to keep going. week after week, month after month, Sunday's final goal had always to perfect you into an obedient wife that would do as they were told. And no matter how you tried to fight it... you were always forced back into obedience.

There's two cold fingers touching your chin, and lifting your face up, until you're forced to meet a pair of eyes.

They're bright. Everytime you see them, you can't help but try to look away. They were as bright as the sun, and just like the sun, you felt as if you were going to be blinded jfyou looked at them for too long. You guess it could've also been a sentiment to the power he held over you too.

"Dear, did you hear a word I just said?"

It's an obvious answer. But, you know better by now just to answer the question. You slightly shake your head, which supposedly satisfied him enough, to let go of the fi gers holding your head up.

He sighs, you're not sure in annoyance or in disappointment.

"If you keep acting like this, I'm going to need to resort to drastic measures..."

You look at him one more time. You remember how when you first saw him, you thought of him to be beautiful. To be almost ethereal.

You regret falling into that hypnosis. You regret looking at him at all.

Look at where it got you.

[bloodlustngore]

Safe space - Vanessa Shelly

Another Vanessa fic? I’m hyper-fixating atm so it’s to be expected.

In the middle of writing a Vanessa x fem!reader smut so for now you can all have another fluff one (with a tiny bit of suggestiveness). Kinda want to get these all out before my hyper-fixation on Vanessa stops but it’s probs not gonna for a while as I’m also replaying Security Breach rn.

Also sorry if this one is shit lol or doesn’t make sense half of these I write sleep deprived.

Summary: Vanessa comes home, stressed. She just wants comfort from Y/n.

This is a Vanessa x fem!reader one-shot :)

God, this might shift and patrol was stressful. Vanessa found out that her father employed another security guard...she was worried and she also had to go meet him, and check up on how he was doing.

Vanessa just wanted to sleep, which was unusual for the blonde, because she rarely could...mostly she just wanted to be at home with her girlfriend, her safe space. She was relieved when she could come home, it was four in the morning and she knew her girlfriend would be asleep.

It had been pouring it down with rain tonight and luckily Y/n convinced Vanessa to wear her long water proof coat. But that still didn't stop her much from getting her hair wet a bit, since she forgot to put the hood up.

Locking the door behind her and getting in her routine habit of checking all the rooms downstairs at home, everything was locked. Vanessa did this because she was scared that something could happen to Y/n...considering Vanessa' father is William Afton, after all. Vanessa knew he could easily use her girlfriend against her. And that's why she was scared to get too close to someone but it was too late now, it had been since she first met Y/n two years ago.

Her father hadn't threatened her with Y/n yet...but it was still a possibility if she didn't do as he asked, anymore.

Vanessa headed upstairs after putting her coat away and took off her shoes, if she didn't Y/n would have her head. Leaving her bag down stairs but she still took her gun with her, in case. Y/n had one to...because she knew what she'd gotten herself into getting close to Vanessa.

The blonde stripped off her cop uniform, and threw in an old t-shirt with lounge shorts. Taking her hair out of the pony tail and into a messy bun instead. She glanced over at Y/n who was fast asleep, as she turned the lamp on at her side of the bed.

Crawling into bed, Vanessa turned off the lamp, cuddling up to her girlfriend and wrapping an arm around her stomach, protectively. Suddenly Y/n stirred awake, turning over to face Vanessa. "Nessa, you're home" she smiled tiredly, her eyes slowly opened.

"I'm glad you're back. I missed you." Y/n' voice was a bit groggily from the fact she's still tired and just woke up. "I missed you too baby, it's been a hell of a night. But we can talk about it in the morning." Vanessa paused as she kissed the tip of Y/n' nose.

"Okay. C'mere" Y/n chuckled, tiredly. Vanessa was already so close to her as it is, until the blonde understood what Y/n was after, she closed the gap between their faces and kissed Y/n' lips. The kiss was soft and full of passion, then Y/n kissed back making it sloppy due to her tiredness.

Vanessa was so tempted to get on top of Y/n but she stayed at the side, kissing her. Knowing that if they started this now, there would be no sleep for either of them for a while. Their kiss continued, breathing heavy, Vanessa made Y/n moan into the kiss slightly when her hand squeezed her inner thigh, prompting the blonde to deepen the kiss with her tongue.

Vanessa pulled away eventually, both women's chests heaving, a strand of saliva connected until they broke apart. "As much as I'd like to continue Y/n, we need to get some rest."

Y/n chuckled "yeah you're right." Pausing to check her phone "fuck me it's four a.m."

Vanessa smirked at her girlfriend "tempting..."

Y/n rolled her eyes "cheeky. But you need rest, babe."

"Fine. Goodnight Y/n. I love you."

"I love you too Nessa" she kissed her softly, wrapping her arms around Y/n once again, feeling happy that she's in the company of her girlfriend, and that she gets to cuddle with her for the rest of the night...or early morning.

[invidiia]

Hello! 🙃 Do you mind if I request a platonic yandere Dazai with a reader who used to be his subordinate in the port mafia but then they cross paths on a mission?

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ "i watch the rising sun!" 𖤐 p!yandere dazai // reader.

platonic yandere dazai meets his old subordinate.

m.list // now playing..

[ a/n ; THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! if something doesn't make sense, please god just ignore it because it's 2am, i'm dehydrated, half asleep, and i really need to continue writing on this blog. ]

[ warning ; platonic yandere, dazai himself needs a warning, mentions of abuse (not towards reader), mentions of the abuse cycle, user is about 18, mori is present, there's literally more backstory/explanation to this than the actual point, im sobbin ]

It was years since Dazai left the Port Mafia.

You were his other subordinate, besides Akutagawa. The ways he treated you both were entirely different - it usually ended in you being forced to watch Dazai 'train' Akutagawa, while he later patted your head, praising you for being good, which was standing by his side and watching as he mistreated others. Of course, after that, you would treat any of Akutagawa's wounds. Dazai treated you so well because you were like him, but why didn't he treat Akutagawa the same? You never understood.

Dazai spoke to you once before leaving - ordering you to stay put. He even injured you, breaking a few of your fingers and telling you to say you had gotten into a fight before he left, so you wouldn't be suspected in aiding his treason.

While you were glad that Akutagawa would no longer have to suffer by his hands - you were somewhat upset by him leaving. While some of the others were fine with comforting you, it wasn't the same as when Dazai did it. You couldn't help but miss the times he would praise you and pat your head for doing well.

But over time, you changed. You'd learned how to cope a much better way, and instead of wanting his praise and affection, you grew colder to anyone who tried showing you any kind of love. When others in the mafia tried to comfort you over him leaving, they'd watch as you became cold to them, not letting yourself be vulnerable to anybody anymore. Akutagawa had also changed - however, he was.. worse. The abuse cycle that had started from Mori had yet to break.

It was about a month after Kyouka had been taken in by the Armed Detective Agency. Mori never told you much about the agency, nothing about who was in it aside from Fukuzawa, Yosano, Atsushi, and Kyouka, and that they were different in many obvious ways, but had a form of alliance to defeat the Guild, none of which you'd been involved in. Everyone else was a mystery to you, since you were never given jobs involved with the agency anyway.

It came to your surprise when Mori presented you with a brand new mission of sort, to go with him while meeting with the leader of the Agency. That was unusual - usually Chuuya or Akutagawa did jobs like this, or when you were given one, they took it anyway, just to 'be nice to you'.

But Mori insisted you go, even though he gave you a choice to give it to Chuuya, Akutagawa, or anyone else. Even Chuuya suggested he take the job, not explaining himself, just insisting you let him take it. But this time was different - you were offered this, given an actual chance to be involved with the agency's dealings with the Port Mafia, something you were never given.

Of course you took the job.

You trailed closely behind Mori, following him loyally as you two had walked to the meeting place. If it was held in secret, then why the hell was it outside, anyway?

"[Name]," Mori called to you, turning to meet your eyes. He continued speaking after he knew you were listening. "Fukuzawa-san brought another of his own for the same reason I am bringing you. Just a heads up," Mori cheerfully spoke. Why didn't he tell you beforehand? It didn't matter now, though.

Both you and Mori approached the place to meet with the leader. You could see there was another person with Fukuzawa, but you stood behind Mori, and their upper half had been blocked out. No big deal.

You stepped out from behind your boss, arms crossed above your chest as you eyed the leader of the agency. He looked so kind, a part of you wondered what it'd be like if you were with the agency instead.

But Fukuzawa wasn't the only person you saw.

Standing close behind him was a tall man with dark, wavy chestnut hair, in a long, tan trench coat. He wasn't just any man. That was the familiar face of Osamu Dazai. The youngest executive in the history of the Port Mafia.

And you were his ex-subordinate, right there in front of both. Both of your eyes widened, but you were much more surprised to see Dazai than he was to see you, Like he expected this.

You barely listened to the conversation between Fukuzawa and Mori, only making out a few words - 'Guild', Defeat', 'Fitzgerald', 'Agency', and 'Mafia'. None of them mattered to you as much as they should have. Your eyes flickered between the pavement and Dazai, who stared at you intently, not bothering to hide it. He had an expression that you just couldn't read precisely - it was impossible to tell what he was thinking in the moment. You on the other hand? Your thoughts were clear, a beyond frustrated glare was evident on your face.

It felt like an hour standing there, listening to Mori and Fukuzawa talk, if you could even say you were listening. But it was over only twenty minutes later.

Mori smiled at Fukuzawa, while the other just nodded calmly. Your boss began to walk forward, looking at you to signal you were to walk with him. Fukuzawa and Dazai did the same.

However, when you and Dazai were next to each other, he stopped, turning to look at you. Out of curiosity, you sighed and looked up at him. His eyes were not kind, but a slight smile was etched onto his face. A bandaged hand took your shoulder, and Dazai spoke to you for the first time in years.

"My, how you've grown." Verbal surprise was clear in his voice. Dazai was about to speak again, but you cut him off before he could get a word out. "Don't fucking touch me." The taller brunette sighed, turning his full body towards you this time, not just his head.

He smiled at you, closing his eyes. "You've changed so much. We'll meet again, I'll make sure of it." After finishing his sentence, he began to catch up with Fukuzawa. You stood there, looking at Dazai as he walked off calmly.

While you were upset about how he left you, it wasn't your main concern. Was he not sorry about the way he treated Akutagawa, making you watch as he made him suffer for so long?

Part of you wanted to run after him and punch him, but it wasn't worth it, not now. Even so, the thought seeing him was upsetting, and meeting him again wasn't in your best interest.

[ extra // i'll do a part two sometime later.. it's 3:51am rn lmao km sobingmgkgkgm ]

[incarnadin3]

L Is For Love - Pt.1 (Soulmate!Au)

A/N: I saw this idea on a Tumblr post and omg I wanted to write it so bad. This probably will turn into a short fic, and my replaced au fic will be on hold for a while cuz I need to reset my brain (I have commitment issues) Anyways, enjoy~ (Also I'm not familiar with writing gender neutral reader so if you spot a mistake please let me know!) Also it refers to furries at one point, and it isn't meant to be derogatory or anything, trust.

Pairings: Lucifer X GN!Reader, Leviathan x GN!Reader

"Oh I can't believe it happening to me"

A tattoo. One simple letter, inked into your arm the day you turned 18.

What value does one sole letter hold?

Everything.

That one simple letter becomes the reason you breath, sleep, eat, live.

Some call it a scam, saying a letter can't define who your lover should be. But of course, only the ones who haven't experienced it, will judge it, no?

They say fate holds the reins, deciding who will meet who, when and why. So when you get your letter, don't stress! All will fall into place when it has to.

No one can change what is written in the stars....

As the sun shone through the pastel curtains, you groaned, covering your face with your hand, still half asleep.

Suddenly, a throbbing pain shot up your hand, and you cursed, pressing into the pained area with your other hand to deviate the pain. Grumbling, you stumbled to their feet, cursing as you nearly tripped over your own dirty socks, as you opened the bedroom door. You stumbled into the bathroom, squinting at the harsh white light of the bathroom, as you heard your annoying brother shout,

"Oi! You think you can be any less louder?! What are you, King Kong?! Stop stomping around the house!"

"Shut it!", you yelled, or more like groaned, sleep clouding your voice.

Blinking quickly, you tried to make sense of your surroundings, your eyes travelling over the sickeningly white walls and countertops, with speck of black marble in them.

Another round of pain shot up your arm and you hissed, quickly running your left hand under the water. Your eyes went to your wrist to see what was making it hurt so bad.

A black mark.

You frowned. Had your idiotic brother drawn on your hand while you were fast asleep? Was that it? But upon closer inspection, you noticed a very messy letter inked into your wrist.

L

"Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this"

A soulmate mark is an inscription in one's wrist, of their fated soulmate. One cannot pick his soulmate, for it is decided by fate.

You scoffed, slamming the book shut, and instantly regretting it when a plume of smoke shoots up and you cough, face red as other people sitting near you shoot you a dirty look.

You hated this library with a passion. You loved reading, yes, but this library sucked. It made it seem as if talking was a crime, and dropping a book, a sin.

Grunting, you grabbed the heavy book and lugged it back to its original spot, because god forbid you placed the book in those bright yellow plastic carts. Even though they were made and placed for the very reason that you could place books in there instead of heaving them back to their original spot, you'd much rather commit arson that use the cart. It was for show anyways.

As you walked out of the library, your eyes fell on your wrist again, tracing the L inked into it.

It annoyed you greatly that you didn't know your soul mate's name, just the letter.

"If fate wants to decide my soulmate for me then why the fuck can't I know their full name?"

You suddenly yelped, stumbling into something that sounded a lot like coins, and cursed. Kneeling to pick up the coins, you realised you had tripped into some beggar's coin jar.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!", you apologized, quickly picking up the coins and dropping them back into the jar. You raised your head to look the homeless man in the eyes, his haggard white hair and beard covering his face. " Are you okay?!"

"You cannot change fate. You will meet him when it is fated. Don't fight it."

Taken aback, you blinked once, then twice. "I-I'm sorry?"

"Don't question fate. Fate is decided, you will meet him when the time is right."

Your breathing quickened as you stared at the man, still kneeling. His beard was too white to be related to old age. His hair was too full and too shiny to be old. His eyes were too bright, his lips were too full, his skin was too-

You gasped as if someone had pulled you out of water right as you were drowning. You quickly jumped to your feet, backing away from the man.

"I-I'm sorry, I have to go!"

Quickly dropping a coin into his coin jar, you turned and took off running, cold sweat dropping down your face. It wasn't until you were a good three blocks away that you calmed down, panting.

Crossing the street, you murmured to yourself, "psycho old man, what the fuck was he try-"

Beep!

A horn sounded as you turned, car light's blinding you as the last thing you saw was a horrified expression of the driver as he surely ran you over.

For some reason, you felt no pain. Did you die? Probably...

You groaned, opening your eyes to see a dark mahogany ceiling, with floating candles. Hogwarts? Was Hogwarts heaven suddenly? Was this some software update you didn't know about?

"Ah, it seems your awake..."

You shrieked, jumping six feet into the air, and saw a man with bright red hair, and....horns?

Your wrist tingled, and you internally thought, was this furry your soulmate?

"My name is Diavolo, future king of Devildom, or as you humans may call it, Hell."

Your eyes widened. So you did die. And you didn't even go to heaven! But at least on the bright side, this furry...or whatever he was, wasn't your soulmate. So, yay?

"I know you must be confused right now, but allow me to explain. We were planning on bringing you here for some time as a part of an exchange student program. However, while we were about to summon you, you nearly got into a terrible car accident. Thankfully, albeit some mysterious reason, we were able to save you before you died. Now, let me introduce you to the demons you'll be living with."

And just like that, you were a human exchange student in Hell. The “demons” you were supposed to live with weren’t there when you first arrived, so you were told to live in the Purgatory Hall, with two angels and a suspicious looking human. After that day when you found your soulmate’s letter, you hadn’t seen it again. You knew two of the demons had their names start in L. Could one of them be your soulmate?

You were dying to meet them, but as that creepy old man, and practically everyone in your life had said, you had to wait for fate to make you two meet.

To be continued….

[suengmi]

can you do where boyfriend! skz are teasing w reader but say a joke that hurts their feelings and they realize and immediately apologize and make it up to you (fluff)

hi anon!! ty for being my first ask, im excited to write! not sure if you wanted full stories/drabbles but i hope you like what i did! <3 also i'm a bit unwell and drained from work so pls be kind. took so long because i ended up writing a lot for some.... like a lot OOPS i trailed off a bit to make it more realistic but asjsdkkjasd anyways im sorry if it's not exactly what u wanted ;_; i did my best, plus i didn't want to make it all the same i guess? but yeah about .6k for each member!

warnings will be written below member names!! all under the cut~

warnings for all: not completely proof read but wanted to answer this prompt asap!! i'm half asleep it's 3am pls also all gender neutral!

┋bang chan ┋

context: grocery store is never fun, especially when your boyfriend doesn't know how hard it can be for you. new!relationship, domestic bliss grocery shopping for a night in

warnings: slight ableism??? before he knows??? idk, chan a bit spicy with his words so not complete fluff my b, some cussing, not the fluffiest pls im sorry idk what HAPPENED

word count: .6k

chan grunts at you, eyes rolling, "i told you it's the wrong one you dumb dumb. "

you look down at the japanese curry powder, trying to make sense of the words written before you. you haven't been with chan for long, but he's treated you better than anyone you've ever met. he's kind, giving and always knows how to make you feel better. he knows that you're happier when it rains, he knows that you get angry whenever you lose a game, he loves that you always defeat him at uno and enjoys how you make a week long parade about it. he already loves you but definitely doesn't know it yet.

there is one thing you're still trying to gauge about chan is how sometimes he can shoot first and ask questions later, and this is one of those moments.

chan frowns, pointing at the curry packet in your hand. "this is the spicy one."

"i'm sorry." you say in a low tone, still trying to read the packet but the font is harder to read, "they look the same."

chan snatches the packet from your hand, placing it back next to the seemingly same ones. "well maybe if you read it you properly for once. i had the runs for like 2 days last time. you know me and spicy no agree."

"i can't.... sometimes."

chan turns to you. "huh?"

you take in a deep breath and speak fast, "i have dyslexia."

"what?" he questions confused.

it's then when the penny drops after a moment of silence. realization a wave over him, all the times he told you to read properly, how many times he made tut noises at your replies not having complete context and how he would grunt when you didn't comprehend something.

"why didn't you tell me? there's nothing wrong with that...?" he prods, gaze gentle towards you.

you fumble with your hands, picking at the skin at the sides of your thumb, your mind trying to find what to say. "i dunno."

he sounds so apologetic when he eventually speaks, he wonders how he could have been stupid. it makes sense. all the times you've told him about your ex and how he called you stupid and dumb for not reading well, making fun of you and saying you just don't pay attention. "i made fun of you so much... wow i'm a dick-

"no it's okay" you interrupt him, a small smile on your lips not wanting him to be hurt.

chan purses his lips while taking your hands in his. he looks at your eyes, his own intense and apologetic. "no- it's not okay, i make fun of you so much for thinking you just didn't pay attention, shit, i'm sorry. i joke all the time about how your brain is always else where."

and with that chan knows that he definitely could have picked up the pieces earlier, that you said it to him, without words. "i'm just... fuck i'm sorry."

"i just you know with my ex they-"

chan pulls you in for a tight hug, as if hushing the words you were about to spill, your glasses pushed against your eyes but you don't mind. he smells like fresh baby powder, his own scent you love mixing in with the clothes he's wearing. you know chan's going to make up for it and that he'll do everything to make you feel better. because you love him too, you just don't know it yet either.

﹋﹋﹋

┋changbin ┋

context: changbin loves working out and you love watching him, even if you don't think he doesn't know. freshly known feelings, uni!au, living together in dorm (i know you said !boyfriend but this was too good not to write hehe)

warnings: CHANGBIN SHAMELESSLY FLIRTING ACK, implications of taking a relationship further (physically), voyeur reader lmao

word count: .5k

you turn your gaze over to your friend, housemate or whatever you two had going on was called. you'd never really thought of changbin as someone you'd like, his gentle an soft nature was a contrast to the man currently a few metres away from you. weights in hand and grunts slipping from his mouth. you lean your head back to get a better angle, the veins on his arm revealing themselves. you knew he liked you and you liked him, but neither of you would dare to open that pandoras box. well, not until tonight.

it's a moment later that changbin stops his routine, almost meeting your stare. you raise your brows, attention turning back to the laptop in front of you. what on earth was i doing? you think, pretending to type something into the computer.

"thirsty?" he asks you, pretending he didn't noticed your eyes on him every now and then for the last half hour.

you turn your attention to him "wha?"

he laughs into his chest, stretching out his arms, "you have drool on the side of your mouth."

"i do- i do not!" you say slamming the laptop down, folding your arms on your chest knowing you've been caught.

changbin laughs, sitting down on the couch next to you, "didn't know i owned a dog."

you had no idea he could be this cheeky, making fun of you for simply watching him. after all, you were perving in a sense.

"don't make fun of me! i know i was... watching."

a smile dances on his lips, knowing that you can be sensitive to these things. "i'm sorry." he almost sounds apologetic... almost. "but... it's just too good to catch you out." he says in a slow almost seemingly mocking way.

"stop it." you mumble, facing the other way. "you know i have issues with... bringing this stuff up."

changbin tugs on your ear to gain your attention, feeling bad for making you feel slightly uncomfortable. but hey, you were the one watching. he smiles and says, "i know i know, i'm just teasing. i'm really sorry."

"i know but... please don't, this is hard for me."

"okay okay," he whines, gently lacing his fingers in yours, testing the waters to see if you'd be okay with this affection. "i promise i won't make fun of you, but if you wanna watch feel free to, don't have to be shy about it."

a blush dances across your cheeks and ears, your tummy suddenly feeling a knot of embarrassment grow. "changbiiiin." you groan, planting your face into the couch cushion.

"okay maybe i lied, i'll definitely enjoy making fun of you."

﹋﹋﹋

┋hyunjin ┋

context: you hate feet. hyunjin thinks it's funny. established!relationship, living together

warnings: obvi mentions of feet?? mentions of vomit

word count: .6k

hyunjin knew you hated feet, just how they looked, how they acted and gripped on the damn floor whenever someone would walk bare foot. hyunjin loved walking around the house barefoot, and it sometimes made you feel woozy, just the image of your own feet touching the floor... imagine. you shivered at the thought, sitting down on the couch next to your boyfriend, his feet dangling off the edge of the couch.

you pat your legs, instructing him wordlessly to lay on your lap. he complies without a thought, scooching back and nestling his head into your soft legs. he let's out a gentle "mm" as he settles in. "soft" he coos, rubbing his head a few times before turning his attention back to his switch.

after another episode of your favourite show, hyunjin suddenly brings his feet up, inspecting one of them. "i think i have glass in this one."

"do you need to do that here?" you say in a tone, eyes avoiding the grippers in sight.

"nah can you just check this one?" he says with difficulty, throwing his foot back towards your face. if you weren't so grossed out you'd probably be impressed by his flexibility.

"hyunjin please--" you swat away his foot with your phone, pushing yourself back into the couch.

"nah see in the big toe right here."

"hyunjin! you know i hate feet stop!"

he struggles, folding his body further to get his left foot near you, "babe just look here near the nail."

and that's when you feel a lump in your throat, nearly retching at the sight. the rice dish you had earlier suddenly feeling not so settled.

"oh shit." hyunjin says in a shock turning his attention to you, hearing your strangled noise. "are you okay?"

"no i'm not okay, go away." you say behind your hand.

shit, he knows he did wrong. his seemingly funny joke was definitely taken too far. he feels bad, real bad. he knew you didn't like feet but not this much. it'd never really come into question the time you'd been together, but god he had no idea.

"jeez i'm sorry." he's unsure where to place his hands and fumbles, words not forming correctly.

you sit in silence for a moment before regaining your thoughts. "don't. fucking. do. that."

hyunjin's eyes are pleading, the guilt in his face almost makes you not want to get him back but then realise you can use this to your advantage. you look over at the massage oils on the table and back at him. "i have an idea."

and you know he'll do whatever it takes. he still had glass in his foot, but that wasn't important right now.

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┋felix ┋

context: felix thinks your tummy is cute, but you're just not used to it.

warnings: mentions of weight, body issues, tight clothing, BUT ITS FLUFF I PROMISEEEE, felix just a silly soft goose

word count: .6k

"come out please." felix begs, head leaning against the door.

you're sitting in the bathroom on the floor, dressed in nothing but your boxer underwear and a tight bed shirt, felix's bed shirt. you can feel the anxiety seeping into your chest, the weight of reality hitting you. you and your boyfriend had been together for only a month, but this was the first night you were staying at his house. it was on a whim, since most of the trains and buses had stopped running. and of course, you had nothing to wear. so there you were, tight shirt and all. you've never been uncomfortable with your body, if anything you love your body. but for some reason the way that felix talked about your stomach irked you. maybe he meant it as a joke? what did he mean? either way you were upset and needed space for a moment.

"please, i didn't mean it like that." felix sighs against the door, "it's soft and i love it."

you cast a sad expression towards the door. still unwavering from your position. why do you have anxiety now about this? all he did was grab your tummy and tell you it's soft like a kitten belly, or how it reminds him of those marshmallows that fold and how much he loves it because it's you, and he loves you.

you hear nothing but the cracking of a knee, felix bending down to put his fingers through the gap of the door underneath. he splays his fingers like a cat trying to get in the bathroom, darting against the tiles.

"lemme in!" he chimes, grunting to get his fingers further in. "i'll get in either way!" he jokes, using both of his hands under door to attack. it makes you laugh. it reminds me of those videos of cats wanting to get into the bathroom, or videos of racoons grabbing food.

"am i close?" he jokes, moving his hands back and forth.

you groan, stifling a laugh as you get up to open the door. "not even." you say, being met with pleading eyes. you look down at him, his hands still pretending to search where the door once was.

but he suddenly swoops you into a hug, hands around your waist, his head pressed into your soft chest, enjoying the smell of his shirt mixing in with your scent.

you relinquish any negative thoughts you have, melting into the hug. "i know you didn't mean it like that but, i think i'm just nervous... because it's you."

he pulls back, arms still wrapped round your waist, probably a bit too tight. "it wasn't a joke, i do love it." his eye are filled with nothing but love and adoration for you, your body an your mind.

"just... choose different words, please... i'm not a roll of marshmallows."

felix pulls back suddenly before gently pressing a swift kiss to your lips. "tastes sweet." he retorts about your statement, ignoring your words before kissing you again.

"i'm-seri-ous." you say between kisses, you feel his his hands digging into your hips.

instead of stopping, he grins, love apparent in his eyes. "my marshmallow."

you roll your eyes, a bit of anxiety still in your throat but knowing he adores marshmallows, you figure it's okay for now.

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┋jisung ┋

context: a park date is cute until you get attacked my a crow, jisung think's it's funny. established!relatonship

warnings: jisung being a weenie, swearing

word count: .5k

the ground collides with your chest, the mud clouding your vision and your new shirt you brought for the date probably ruined. yep, i definitely tripped and yes it was embarrassing. you think, shame in your chest. of all the days, why your one year anniversary?

all you hear is the cackle behind you getting louder, sharp inhales of breath echoing in your ears. jisung has no shame, actively laughing at you stacking it to the ground.

"ahaha! the crow!!" he gurgles still, bending forwards over the picnic blanket, almost choking on his spit.

"jisung!" you yell, getting to your feet, seeing the mess on the front of you. that fucking crow, why did it choose me?

"jisung!" you yell louder, stomping over to the blanket, definitely covered in mud, dripping behind you as you walk.

"i'm sorry babe i'm-" he says between breathes.

you grunt before wiping the mud from your chest, still feeling it covering half of your face. "it's not funny."

"it fucking is."

jisung's laughs come to a halt as he realised you're upset upset, not just whining like you usually do. he notices how your eyes are suddenly pooling with wells. he stands to his feet and gently holds out his hands, "baby-"

"no!" you grumble, pulling your arms away, tears rolling down your cheek. "i just bought this top. now it's ruined." your dejected tone unsettles jisung, instantly feeling bad for making fun of you.

he says nothing, confused on how to react. but he waits patiently, allowing you to let out your feelings. he's always been good at this, always been patient with you.

after a breath you look back at him, red rings dancing around your eyes.

he smirks as he walks over to the mud and plainly sits down in it as if it what he was meant to do all along. you let out a small laugh, your hands wiping the rest of the mud from your face.

"what?" he asks plainly, as if nothing is weird. he grabs a handful of the mud before pressing it to his shirt, and then another handful to his hair, rubbing it in. "what's funny?"

you laugh behind your mud covered hand walking over to him. he smiles up at you like a puppy, knowing that he's succeeded in making you feel better.

and there he is, completely covered in mud, way more than you are and in that moment you fall just a little bit more in love with him. you lean down and press a gentle but muddy kiss onto his lips.

he stares up at you with nothing else to say, just sitting in the mud. you decide to join him, plopping down next to him, hand in hand as you both just sit in silence and completely covered in mud.

with jisung you didn't always needs words, sometimes the things he did for you were enough.

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┋lee know ┋

context: you're getting ready to go out with friends, but your hair has other ideas, established!relationship, living together.

warnings/other: kisses??? idk, cuss words

word count: .5k

"it's not working!" you huff, re-straightening the side of your bangs for the 6th time. minho was confused at first, wondering why you're so upset over something trivial and small from his point of view. but when he looks up from his phone to see you struggling, his left hand still lazily patting one of his cats. he speaks without thinking,

"it's definitely like a pigs tail." he chuckles, looking back at his phone. in his mind, he assumes that he was just making a light hearted joke, thinking it was cute the way you got so upset over something he coined as small. plus, pig tails are very cute if you think about it.

it wasn't until you made a little sob that he noticed how you were actually feeling. you stare in the mirror, realizing it in fact does look like a pigs tail.

"baby-" he let's out a small but gentle sigh, "i was joking,"

"no you weren't. it... does look like a pig tail." you say between a small dejected sob, lips curled down and hands at your side as you avoid the mirror.

"let me help?" he says so gently as he approaches the bathroom door. instead of letting him help, you just melt into his chest immediately, your sobs muffled by his shirt. "i look like shit." you say defeated.

he lets out a light laugh, kissing the top of your head a few times, "you never look like shit, you know... even with your pig tail."

you step back, immediately hitting the tight muscles of his chest with both of your fists, "fuck off i swear." you talk through your teeth, still frustrated but feeling the urge to laugh in your throat.

"there you are," he says pleased at your spice, fighting with you to place a kiss on your temple, your hand starts pushing on his jaw, his lips puckered and ready. "c'mere." he says through your fingers, still pushing his head towards you, his hands gripping at your neck. "let me-- love you."

after a few minutes of roughhouse struggle, you push him back, feeing slightly better. it's in this moment you realize that you in fact do not enjoy asking anyone for help. but you speak, dejected tone apparent. "yeah... please help."

and nothing else is said while he fixes your hair, gently pressing small kisses on your cheeks as he does so. he knows he can sometimes say things without thinking, but he also knows that you sometimes enjoy just as much as he does. it's why you love him and why you two work so well together. after a few minutes he steps back to admire his masterpiece, a triumphant smile on his lips. "hmm," he ponders, "i liked the pig tail better."

"oi, don't start again you little shit" you say as you begin chasing after him, giggles dancing in with his own as he runs down the hall, nearly slipping on the rug. "get back here! you're in for it!"

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┋seungmin┋

context: seungmin needs to shut his mouth sometimes, even if he doesn't know it. established!relationship, living together

warnings: seungmin being a spicy bitch, some playful physical aggression, kissing

word count: .5k

seungmin has you completely pinned under him on the couch as he covers you with kisses, not relinquishing his hold. "how many times do i have to say it?"

you grunt at the fact that he's weirdly strong in these situations, and as much as you struggle against his hold he's just completely powering over you. just the other day you were the one that had to help him open a jar. but thats besides the point. here seungmin is, currently trying to wiggle his way out of the fact that he took a joke too far. you're determined not to let him get away that easy.

you struggle once more against his hold, your legs flailing underneath him but he's just too damn strong.

he lets out a struggled breath, still above you. his hair falling gently from his face, "isn't sorry enough?"

you turn your head to the side, bottom lip pouting. "no."

"baby-"

you tut at him, tone almost darted, "don't baby me! you've lost your rights."

a gentle grin finds itself to dance over seungmin's face, he likes it when you fight back. he likes it when you put him in his place but still give him enough wiggle room to feel in charge.

"okay," he says with raised brows, "you win. i apologise."

you realise this is the perfect opportunity to get him back, for him making that stupid joke about something he knew you were insecure about.

"oh, whats this? kim seungmin, apologising, what was that?" you speak sarcastically. you're still under his hold, but you'll let it slide for now. "sorry i didn't quite catch that after you made me feel like shit for an entire hour. repeat?"

"i... apologise. i took it too far and i'm sorry."

you feel your chest rise, suddenly enjoying the power that seungmin has given to you. it takes a lot for him to admit he's wrong or that he's done wrong, this is just so damn satisfying.

"actually..." he trails off, letting your hands free a second before quickly grabbing the back of your neck. the kiss he planted on you was fast, and before you knew it you were laying back down on the couch, head dizzy from the sudden kiss, "you can't just make me forgive you with kisses." you speak in a semi-daze.

seungmin presses a kiss to your cheek and then a few more to your lips, the taste sweeter everytime. "i can, actually."

yeah, he's absolutely right. wait, what were we arguing about?

﹋﹋﹋

┋jeongin┋

context: jeongin fucked up, and he wants to make it better. fresh!relationship

warnings: none? kissing maybes, TOO MUCH CUTE

word count: .5k

it only took jeongin about half an hour to attempt to make it up to you.

sometimes being with jeongin was hard, as you both communicated in very different ways, it definitely was something you needed to work on. though, the one thing you loved about him is the absolute time and effort he put into making everything just perfect for you. when it came to you, everything he did for you was worth it.

after taking a walk to calm your thoughts, you realized you were still frazzled from the way jeongin teased you and how you ended up crying, resulting in him just left behind in a confused state. sometimes it took a while for the penny to drop with him, but once he got it, he really got it.

you step through the front door of his house, gently removing your sandals to be met with the sound of jeongin jumping up from the couch, hands out in a display. "ta-da!" he yells, it startles you.

you turn to meet eyes with your boyfriend, his face with a stupid grin slapped across it.

"what is-" and that's when you notice the many items splayed across the ground. there's a few towels on the lounge table, a tub of what seems to be hot soapy water, a box of facemasks and some nail polish next to it. the lighting is low and your favourite soundtrack is playing. you notice the scent in the room, jasmine tea, your favourite.

jeongin takes a deep breath in before showcasing his wares. "salon de jeongin"

"babe i-"

he steps forward, taking your hands in his before guiding you to sit down. "cmon" he coaxes gently, his beautiful dark eyes watching your every step. you say nothing as you follow him, unsure of what's happening.

as if he knows you're going to speak, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "i'm sorry."

you marvel at the sight in front of you once more. the fact that he built you a whole salon in his living room within thirty minutes is mind blowing. he knows your favourite scent, your favourite songs and all the products you use. you didn't even realize he had those.

you're still at a loss for words, unsure of where to put your hands or body. jeongin just points to the chair, silly grin still plastered on his face and eyes wide.

you sit down in the chair, eyes darting to jeongin. "does it cost extra for shellac on my nails?"

jeongin pouts in thought, "just a kiss."

"i can do that." you say back at him. and that's all it takes, you know you'll talk later about this and how you can communicate better but this... this was enough for now. more than enough.

"actually," jeongin ponders before leaning so damn close to your face, "i think it's about 4 kisses."

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DAMN THAT WAS SO LONG I SPENT LIKE AGES DOING THIS MY BAD, i know it's not exactly what u said but oh well i wanted to make them all different!!!! ty for asking!!!!!! <3

[emilsendo]

hihihi I was wondering if you wouldn't mind writing something with kyoutani (mad dog) x male reader where the reader doesn't put up with any of mad dog's bs

only if you want to ofc!! sorry if this didn't make sense have a good day :]

Hiya! I am happy to make this request and I hope it will be good. (I'm not sure if I get it right, also I don't know which relation ya wanted with him, so don't hit me for messing something up🙏🛐)

Well, Enjoy!

Request: ✅️

Type: ???

Warnings: swearing, argument, cringe etc.

After classes ended, you were about to leave your school. You packed your things and hung the bag over your shoulder, leaving the classroom with tired expression. You've had enough! it was probably the most stressful day at school you've ever had. All you wanted was to go home, eat something, wash yourself and fall on your bed to fall asleep in your comfortable sheets... and to be away from these savages commonly called your "Classmates".

Walking through the school corridor, feeling satisfied and lighthearted that you are heading to the peace you long for. Suddenly, your "dear friend" bumbed into you. Which of course, was "your" fault in his opinion.

— Watch where you're goin', idiot! Can't you see I am walking?— he literally scolded you for nothing, while his usual scowl on his face deepen as he step in your way few seconds earlier. You stared at him with annoyed expression, feeling like you're about to say something you'll later.... not regret.

— Dude, first of all, YOU bumped into me. Secondly, smile because you look like a potato with sticks painted on instead of eyebrows. Lastly, if you didn't cooperate with your teammates again and that's why you lost, take it out on someone who wants to listen to you.....So, i quess no one want to listen to your bullshit.— You said with fake calmness, you felt too tired and annoyed to deal with Kentarō, also known as "Mad Dog", because of his almost aggresive behavior.

The blonde didn't like what you said to him, his grimace became bigger and he looked like he wanted to bite half of your face off. Probably because you hit the nail on the head. He did lose the game. And he's pissed off.

— ....I'll kill you for that.— He said.

— Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.— you cut him off quickly, patting his head to tease him more and then you process to leave Aoba Johsai school. This guy really is something else....always grumpy, always aggressive, always wants to do everything himself, and always looks like he's about to burn you alive and curse your whole family with single glance.

The next day, during the break, you ate your (flavor) mochi. you were sitting on a bench in a place where it was relatively quiet. In your other hand you held a book titled "(Random name)".

As you were reading, you felt a strong grip on your shoulder that made you flinch a bit. Like, who the hell would expect something like this? Everyone would flinch. You looked up, feeling confused and curious, then you saw the person of the reason you stopped reading... No other than Kentarō.

— Oi, I want you to be on the Aoba Johsai match. I don't take answer "No", if you'll not be there, I'll kick your ass.— he said, as he tighten his grip on your shoulder. You already knew why he ask you that, making you irritated again by his personality. He only wants you here, just to rub into your face that he doesn't need teammates and that he's stronger than them.... and of course, for you to nod like a good puppy. NO! You'll not agree to this again, the last time you agreed to this, you had to listen to Iwazumi scolding and hitting Kentarō for begin disrespectful and stupid. And then the blond haired boy process to take his anger out on you by complaining about...who knows even what!?

— No.— you replied. Trying to sound like a professional nice kid that you weren't at all when it comes to Kentarō, who isn't good to you either.

The blond haired boy with two black stripes running across the sides of his head, just above the ears, grits his teeth. Before he smack your head, not too hard but still with firm hand. Making your eyes widen and anger rise.

— What the hell did ya just do, ya dog!?— you asked with stern tone, standing up immediately. Getting ready to scold the fuck out of him

— I warned you! And don't call me dog, asshole!— he respond, giving the same energy as you did. The people around you two just stared at you both, feeling concerned and mostly curious.

— You're acting like an idiot and I'm the one who has to apologize to you? Dude, you're my friend, but there are some lines you cross!— As you were saying it, you were also hitting Kentarō on the head with your fist. Trying to fight back for the thing he did earlier.

This argument lasted for a good few seconds until suddenly Iwazumi arrived and was informed about the incident by passing students. His look spoke for itself... You both were in trouble.

— IWA-CHAN! NO!—

— HEY! DON'T HIT!—

— SHUT UP!! YOU BOTH ARE CHILDISH AND STUPID!—

— Iwa-chan~ What is that all about....OW!—

— SHUT UP YOU TOO, SHITTYKAWA!—

[banananuttrash]

I love your page! It’s amazing! Could you write something with Cobras older sister dating Ice? He doesn’t know and when he sees them together they get into a fight about why she’s with Ice and they get jump and the sister shows why she’s a badass and doesn’t need her brother looking out for her (even though she’s happy he does)

Oh Boy

Prompt: When your brother’s enemy is your secret boyfriend, it only makes sense that when your brother finds out, he's furious. However, you make sure to show him that you don't need protecting.

Warnings: fluff, make out, fighting

Request: Yes

Pairing: Ice x Female Reader ; Cobra x Older Sister Reader

Word count: 2k

Notes: Omg thank you for the compliment! Also, three things: 1) I always try to include GIFs with these, but I didn't find any good ones for Ice. 2) I don't think I can write fight scenes, but I tried my best. 3) I debated on whether or not to write this because I am not the biggest fan of the Mighty Warriors. Like I didn't like them throughout the movies AT ALL 😆. I would literally diss them so bad while they came on my screen (sorry not sorry). However, I did enjoy this prompt, and I'm a sucker for forbidden romances.

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As you finish getting ready for your date, you knock on your younger brother’s door, “Hey Junpei, I’ll be out for the day. I won’t be out too late and you shouldn’t be either. I was able to cook breakfast, so it's on the table for you. See you later."

As you put on your shoes and start to head out, you see your brother come out of his room and look like he literally just woke up. He yawns and asks, "Where are you going so early?"

"There's just a couple of things that I have to get done and some errands that I have to run. I should be back before dinner. If not, head to Itokan and have dinner there.” You don’t look him in the eyes as you respond to him. You hate having to lie to him, but there is no way that he could know where you were really going.

Since he’s still half-asleep, he does not question it as he sits down at the table and gives thanks for the food. Before leaving, you go to him quickly, rub his hair and he glares back at you before you say goodbye.

About an hour later, you find yourself in front of the park where you are meeting your boyfriend. Once you see him, a smile forms on your face, “Ice!”

He turns toward you, and walks to you with a smile on his face, “Hey, glad you could make it.”

You put your arm through his and hold his hand, “I was able to leave before Cobra was fully awake, so he didn’t ask too many questions.”

Even though you really hate keeping it a secret from Cobra, you can only imagine what would happen and how he would feel towards you dating the leader of the Mighty Warriors. Especially when they have fought each other before.

There were a couple of times before when you had seen Ice and were not his biggest fan. After he met you, he would ask you out on a date and he would say that the two of you would be good for each other. You would turn him down constantly, and one day you told him you were sick of it. After that day, he backed off. There was a two-week period where you had no contact with him, and you started to realize that you missed him. So, you went to his club and sought him out. Very bashfully, you asked him if he was still interested, you would go on a date with him, and he was.

Flashforward to now, you and Ice have been dating for a few months and have done a pretty good job of keeping it a secret so far.

“What do you have planned?” you ask cheerfully.

“You’ll see,” he responds.

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You two have a great time on your date. Ice takes you to the batting cages, which he knows you love, and then takes you on a picnic near the lakeside for lunch. He then takes you kayaking out of Chikuni City, which was one of the best experiences of your life, and then takes you to a restaurant for dinner.

When you arrive at the restaurant, you are a little self-conscious at first because it seems that the restaurant is very fancy. Before you go in, you pull Ice by the hand and say, “Ice, I don’t think I’m dressed well enough to go in there.”

He lets out a chuckle and leans in to kiss your forehead, “You’re fine babe. No one’s going to notice.” He pulls you inside and they sit you two down at a table. Turns out Ice had already made a reservation beforehand.

When you sit down, you send a quick text to Cobra that you won’t be making it for dinner and that you’ll try not to be home late. As you both start looking at the menu, you feel blood drain from your face as you start looking at the prices. You have enough money to sustain yourself and to pay, but you would never willingly pay this much at a restaurant. Your thoughts must have been readable on your face because Ice starts to laugh to himself.

“Oi, why are you laughing?” You stare at him in all seriousness.

He smiles at you and takes hold of your hand, “I love how you wear your expressions on your face. I can always tell what you’re thinking.” You blush a little before he pulls his hand away and looks back at the menu, then says, “Don’t worry about anything, this is my treat.”

“But-”

“Butts are for sitting.” You roll your eyes at him and continue looking over the menu.

Dinner goes by quicker than you want it to, and with a blink of an eye it’s time for you to head off back home. Even though it’s kind of risky, Ice offers to ride home with you and you agree. The sun is starting to go down, and there aren’t really a lot of people out on the streets. As you both exit out of the taxi, he closes the door behind you and then grabs a hold of your hand and starts walking you home.

When you start getting near your home, you pull him into an alley nearby. You notice the confused look on his face and before he can get any words out, you put your arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his lips.

You pull back and smile up at him, “Thank you. I had a great time today.”

Ice’s eyes darken for a little bit before he puts his arms around your waist and places a kiss right back on your lips. The kiss starts slow, but it quickly gets heated. Your arms tighten around his neck and his on your waist. You try to pull back but in between kisses you manage to say, “We should… stop… before… someone… catches us.”

Ice lets out a deep laugh and against your lips he says, “Okay. I’ll stop when you do.”

You pull his lips back to yours and jump to wrap your legs around him. As you do that, he pushes you both backwards until a wall hits your back. Your lips went completely in sync with his. You felt Ice tighten his grip on your thighs and pushed you into the wall a little harder. Ice lets out a small moan. He bites one of your lips and you let out a small moan. As you open your mouth, Ice takes the opportunity of slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You two are at it for a couple more seconds, but before it gets any further, you pull back and, out of breath, say, “I should go. My brother is probably waiting for me.”

Ice gives a small pout before slowly releasing you and letting you put your legs on the floor. You both make your way back to the main road and you say, "Go home. I'll be fine getting home from here. I don't want to meet anyone unexpectedly."

Ice smiles and nods. He pecks your lips. says goodbye, and you both walk off. As you make your way back home, you hear a familiar voice say, "Y/N?"

You turn and see your brother staring at you. You give him a smile and go to greet him, but something in his expression makes you stop. He is looking at you in disbelief and your mind immediately goes to the worst-case scenario. "I can-"

"Ice! Y/N, out of all the guys in the world? Please tell me you're joking?" He says, still looking at you in disbelief.

You close your fists and feel yourself tense. Looking at Cobra in the eyes, you say, "No, this is not a joke. When two people like each other, they decide to date. Ice and I happen to like-"

"Don't give me that crap! He's dangerous Y/N! You shouldn't be seeing that guy at all!" He starts raising his voice and you feel your body start to get a bit warmer in anger.

"Junpei! I know that you're trying to protect me, but I am old enough to make my own choices. That means that I'm old enough to date whoever I please. For Pete's sake, I'm your older sister, I'm supposed to be protecting you," you try to say as calmly as possible. 

Before Cobra says anything to you, you notice that there are several guys that start to circle their way around you and Cobra. He notices it as well.

One of them stands forward and says, "Look at this. Cobra, the one and only leader of the Hoodlum Squad." The man looks at you up and down before continuing, "And you must be the sister. My, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

Already agitated from the conversation with your brother, this random thug is not helping the situation whatsoever, so you do the most reasonable thing you can do, and you deck the man in the face.

"Oi, can't you see I'm having a conversation with my brother? How dare you intervene?" you say gritting your teeth, while looking at the man that you just punched who is lying on the floor.

Somewhere next to you, you hear your brother whispering, “Oh boy, here we go.”

The rest of the men start to attack both you and Cobra. Your argument with him already has your blood pumping. You haven’t been in a fight for a while, so this is very exciting for you.

Another man runs up to you and you notice that he is going to hit you. You quickly duck and punch him with all your force in his abdomen. He falls down to the ground holding his stomach area. He tries to get back up but you grab him by the shoulders and slam your knee towards his chest. He falls back to the group and is trying to catch his breath. You know that he won’t get up for a bit.

Another one came behind you and grabbed you by the waist. You quickly jump and throw all your weight backwards, which lands both of you on the floor. When his grip on your waist loosens a little, you elbow him in the stomach and get out of his grip. For good measure, you give him another blow to the stomach, which leaves him lying there on the floor.

You look to your left and see that Cobra has already beaten the other half of the group of men. All of the men then start to slowly get up and run away. Cowards.

Knowing you still have one good punch left in you, you walk up to your brother and deck him in the face.

When he turns towards you, he looks at you in shock.

You look at him sheepishly and say, “Sorry, I had to get that last one out. Also, that is why you shouldn’t anger me.”

Cobra looks down towards the ground and you can tell what he’s thinking. You take a deep breath, grab his cheeks and make him face you and look at you before whispering, “I know you care. I know you want to protect me. I’m happy and grateful that you do. But, Junpei, you gotta trust me. This thing I have with Ice, I like it, it’s good for me. We’re good for each other.”

You can see and feel Cobra’s jaw tensing. After what feels like forever, Cobra takes your hands and pulls them from his face. He looks back down and whispers, “If he breaks your heart, I’ll kill him.”

You laugh at him, and he looks up at you. When he does, you say, “That’s fair.”

You both start to walk home together, and before you both walk into your house, Cobra whispers, “Also, please don’t make out in any other alleys. I don’t need to see a guy having you pressed up against a wall.”

You burst out laughing as you both walk into your home.

[shmowder]

Shmowderrrrr cooking up a storm today :D

With the Yulia piece you are once again making me think about things I never exactly contemplated before. (In a good way, don't worry.) I'm amused that the Yulia you write seems to have a thing for teasing the reader in public.

Ok you have no way of knowing this but how did you know that Nina x Victor x reader was something I occasionally contemplated requesting but was too much of a coward to ask?? Not afraid of asking you, but afraid in the way that some people fear god. I love Victor trying to have a conversation with the reader during the whole thing.

You're the best <33

🐿️ anon

Why Thank you, I write my best smut while half-asleep on painkillers since my brain doesn't have enough energy reserves to afford a sense of shame

Yes it's because Yulia seems like a huge secret freak to me, like Andrey level freak but she just happens to prefers libraries to bars and keeps an air of sophistication and level-headedness. All the townsfolks like her bc she is "quiet and polite" when in reality she's just too lost in her head an observing the people & strings of fate around her to remember to be anything but polite.

She does talk shit about people in private tho, you've played the bachelor day one you've heard her go off on Lara and Anna.

I exaggerate that side of her in smut. If someone like Andrey attempted to have you on his lap in public, he'll get told off for public indecency and told to keep that perverted stuff somewhere private.

But if Yulia does it? The gentle nice Yulia who rarely goes outside because of her bad leg, so really people are just glad to see her finally get some fresh air. Yeah, everyone is giving her the benfits of the doubt.

I also tried to play on the misogyny of that time period a bit. Yk how lesbinaism was never techincally made illegal or a sin because the church didn't want to "give women ideas" by even having that conversation? People assume Yulia's affection must be just pure and sweet since she is a woman, and she takes full advantage of that to be tease her partner in public.

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God Nina and Victor threesome has been on my mind since I hinted at it in that Saburovs threesome drabble. I was thinking about writing a little piece for Victor since it's been a while and thought why not throw Nina in there as well? Apparently, much like bananas whipping everyone's ass in a smoothie once you add them in, Nina steals the show once you drop her in any fic.

I enjoyed those 45 seconds of him taking the cuck chair and just watching. The message Nina was sending is basically "I'm sleeping with this person, with or without you Victor." So those seconds were for him to decide if he liked you, liked the reader, enough to join or simply go back to finishing his paperwork.

Kfhwofjd Yeah, Victor attempting to hold a conversation with you while his wife eats you out was hilarious and hot in its own way. That feigning ignorance, acting as business usual, making you feel so small just by doing something mundane yet unexpected in this context. Like having small talk as if you just crossed paths in a public street rather than your head laying on his lap, forced to meet his eyes, fully naked while you struggle not to cum.

I do want to post more, I don't want to spam the blog, I don't feel like working on requests either rn... So I'll continue posting more smut snippets until either sleep takes me out. If you have small short ideas feel free to share them rn! Especially about Aglaya, kinda struggling to come up with something for her.

[queen-scribbles]

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"Play" 👀 emoji prompt for an anon that I accidentally deleted. So nonny, I hope you see this and ty for the excuse to write more Evony/Bao-Dur bc for him being an unromanceable companion from a 19-year old game, this relationship still has me in a chokehold.

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Evony's thoughts were in a whirl as the Ebon Hawk lifted off from Dxun. The ship yawed slightly, making Atton mutter a curse about the rear stabilizer before leveling out and burning sky.

If she thought getting away from Onderon would help her level out, though, she was mistaken. Kavar's words wouldn't stop echoing, and hours later, with everyone asleep, she found herself still with a racing mind and uneasy spirit. As was her habit in such times, she wandered through the main parts of the ship seeking a distraction, something to help settle her thoughts.

She found it, as usual, in the garage. Bao-Dur was once again working on the wiring that ran through one wall, focus consumed by the task.

"Want some help?" Evony asked. Tinkering or repair would be the perfect solution to her restlessness, but if he wanted to handle this alone, she could always find T3.

Bao-Dur paused, nudging up his welding goggles as he turned to look at her. "If you would like," he said with a nod. "I'm almost finished; just checking all the connections are sound before routing power back. A few were burned out in the ... excitement of our arrival."

She chuckled as she lowered herself to sit cross-legged and check the lower set of wiring. "You took care of that quickly."

"I needed the distraction while you were in Iziz," he said, a touch wry as he hung the soldering gun at his belt and flicked on the scanner to check the repairs.

"But you survived," she teased. The wires down here looked alright at first glance, but a closer look revealed a couple showing signs of strain.

"I did." The warmth of an almost-laugh colored the words.

"I'm glad." Evony double-checked there was no power flowing through the compromised wires before she set to work replacing them. "And glad you seem to be in better spirits." A large portion of the background tension and simmering anger she'd sensed in him since they arrived had faded.

Bao-Dur nodded, not looking away from his task. "Mostly thanks to not being... there any more."

She knew he didn't just mean Dxun, though she was also glad to be away from the humid jungle moon. And the bugs. "I figured. Our new companion isn't going to be a problem for you, is he?" She wasn't even sure why Mandalore had wanted to join her, but more help was a good thing. Usually.

"I'll be civil," Bao-Dur promised, and Evony believed him, even if he hadn't really answered her question and she could sense the banked embers of his anger toward the Mandalorians flare a little.

"Thank you," she said, plasma cutter sparking as she removed the damaged wire. "That's more than I get from some." The shared a chuckle at that. "But I also meant... in general, since Telos. You seem to be in a better frame of mind now than you were."

"Oh, that would be your doing."

The plasma cutter slipped. "Me?"

"Surely you've noticed, Evony," Bao-Dur said softly, glancing down. "Not just because of us. But just having you around has had an effect on me. I never noticed it... before. Though I suppose my thoughts were occupied."

It caught her off-guard and she fell back on half-joking. "Clearly, then, it's because I'm no longer wearing that boring Republic uniform."

He chuckled. "While I'll freely admit your new wardrobe is an improvement, that's really just a pleasant distraction."

Warmth tingled in her chest--and her face--and Evony had to steady her voice before she could ask, "Well, then, how do you mean?" Her gaze briefly met his before dropping back to her task.

"I'm..." he hesitated, searching for a word, and she could sense his uncertainty. "More in control. Calmer." He set the goggles back over his eyes and returned to work as well. "My anger may still be there, but I can feel it slipping away."

Evony bit her lip, a small mote of relief dancing through her chest. Good.

"It's defined so much of my life," Bao-Dur continued, voice low, but those embers stirred slightly. "No matter the source, it's been there; the Mandalorians, Czerka, Revan..."

It had the potential to hurt, but with how he'd trailed off, she had to ask. "And... what about me?"

He stopped soldering and went very still, his emotions a bright whirl she could sense without even trying.

She paused as well, hands resting in her lap. "I did give the order."

"Never," Bao-Dur said fiercely. He yanked the goggles down to dangle around his neck as he dropped to one knee so he could catch her eye. "Not once, General. It had to be done."

Her heart thudded a few extra-loud beats at his fervency, his use of her long-ago title, before Evony regained her composure. "Then the same is true for what you did," she said, quiet but firm.

He shook his head, gaze darting to the side. "My hands destroyed the Mandalorians. Caused countless deaths. I cannot be forgiven for that."

"Why not?" she retorted, cupping one hand to his jaw to make him look at her. "Bao-Dur, if my decision, my actions, were necessary, then so were yours," she added gently. "Following your logic, either we're both guilty or neither of us is."

Bao-Dur managed a weak smile, leaning ever so slightly into her touch. "Even if my contributions were made out of hatred for the Mandalorians?" he whispered. "Rather than anything so noble as Jedi ideals or ending the war to spare lives?"

Evony shifted, sitting on her calves to put them more or less at eye level. "I don't think that was your whole motivation. I may have... blocked some of the memories, but knowing you, you did it to protect. Maybe it was easier to not dwell on the cost with an enemy you hated, but I know you, Bao, and you are a shield. You put yourself in the path of harm to save others. stars know you've done it enough for me and the rest of our crew. Malachor was just... sacrificing something less physical." Though even that wasn't entirely true, she conceded, glancing at the soft glow of his cybernetic arm. "But you are a"--my--"protector."

"You have far too generous a view of me." He exhaled a wry laugh, withdrawing from her touch with a shake of his head. "I can't see it that way. I don't want to. There is blood on my hands I cannot ignore."

"No, there isn't," she hissed. She could feel his anger and his guilt, twining together like Dxun vines, and it made her ache with worry for him. It would eat him alive if he let it.

He seemed inclined to let it.

"There is no blood on your hands," she repeated emphatically. "Not beyond what your guilt has forced you to imagine."

"And what of you, General?" Bao-Dur fixed her with a keen, steady look. "I know you try to shoulder that weight, for making the decision, but either we're both guilty or neither of us is."

Evony almost cackled at him throwing her words back on her, but didn't want to wake anyone. Well played. "I suppose we'll just have to shoulder it together, then. Real or imagined."

"A burden shared is one halved? Isn't that the saying?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head.

"Something like that," she nodded, playing with a loose thread in her sleeve.

Bao-Dur studied her a moment longer. "I do... envy you, sometimes," he said softly.

You shouldn't, was the first thought to pop in her head, but Evony held it back in favor of "Why?"

"You seem to be handling this better than I could," he mumured.

"I wasn't," she admitted. "Not for a long time. I was adrift. Trying to hide myself where the ache of remembering couldn't find me."

He cocked his head. "What changed?"

"The Force... came back." That time wandering truly alone had been... Sometimes hellish. Sometimes a relief. And then the faint stirring current awakened on Peragus and- Evony briefly levitated and spun the plasma cutter before letting it drop back into her hand. "The stronger and deeper that connection gets, the more it helps me find balance."

Bao-Dur's eyes flickered with... something and he turned back to the disassembled wall. "When you talk about it like that, it almost makes me wish I had it for myself."

"You could." She blurted the words before she overthought and held it back. She'd sensed the potential not long after Telos, quiet and buried beneath his anger and guilt but undeniable.

He blinked at her, caught off-balance. "What?"

Evony reached out, lightly resting a hand on his chest. "I can feel the Force in you. Faint, untapped, but definitely there. Like Atton. Like Mira." She wrinkled her nose. "Even if she won't admit it yet."

"You can?" The words were rough, barely more than a whisper.

She nodded. "It can be a comfort, a source of strength and peace if you let it. And I can teach you, if you want, but..." She bit her lip, pressed her hand more firmly against his chest, until she could feel his heartbeat and the warmth of his skin through his shirt. "You have to let go of your anger first, or it will destroy you."

The thought of it made her stomach knot and heart race; she would rather die than watch the vitriol he held toward the Mandalorians and Czerka consume him. She mentally reached for calm, soothing the concern-teetering-on-fear.

Bao-Dur held her gaze, his hand resting lightly on her elbow. "I think... I could manage that."

"Are you sure?" Evony whispered. "I don't want to watch you lose yourself to something that claimed too many of my friends."

He nodded. "With you, I feel I could do anything."

Long-ingrained, oft-repeated Jedi cautions against attachment, against possessiveness flitted through her mind, but she let them slide away and took his words at face value. Faith in her. Not a connection deeper than they should have, deep enough to be a problem.

"Alright." Evony settled back cross-legged and gestured for him to join her.

Bao-Dur mirrored her pose, so close their knees brushed. She held out her hands, palm up, and he gave her his with the barest pause to strip off his work glove. They were both warm, the metal of the cybernetic one seeming to hum as it rested against hers. Evony let herself be distracted for the briefest moment to trace her fingers across that palm before reining in her thoughts.

"Relax and focus on my voice," she murmured, just catching his nod as her eyes closed. She felt it when he relaxed, in both the Force and his light grip. "The Force can be your shield. It can bring comfort to salve your guilt."

With his guard down, Bao-Dur's presence was so bright this close. While Atton had been brighter, enough to sear or blind, this was soft, welcoming even with how strong it was. The potential in him shone like a beacon at her encouragement, but the coils of guilt and anger--so much anger--still pulsed around it.

"But it can also be twisted into something terrible," Evony continued, voice still low to keep this just for them. "That will destroy others and yourself."

He was so open to her, she felt she could reach in and soothe the guilt for him, douse the anger, chase away what had haunted him so long. But she knew from experience, to truly heal the hurt, he needed to do it. Confront it and let it go. She would help if he asked, but only then.

"Your anger fills you," she said softly. "It threatens to consume you, every time you think of Malachor."

His fingers twitched against her wrist and she understood. Malachor was a wound for them both. The moment something broke and set not-quite-right over the ensuing years. Maybe through facing the decade-old hurt they could finally heal. Together.

"You have to find a way to let it go." She opened herself so he could feel the calm flow of the Force inside her and draw from it. "Let the Force heal you, and protect you. Let it be the shield for you that you so often are for others."

Bao-Dur took a deep breath, his hand briefly tightening on hers. She felt the beginnings of struggle as he reached to follow her guiding, the stuttered flickering of that potential in him, the moment he found and latched on to her own connection to draw strength for his.

His hands were so warm as they rested against hers. The thought was a tether to reality as she 'watched' Bao-Dur's faint sense of the Force flare and grow. He wasn't using her as a conduit after the first few seconds; his connection stronger and steadier and washing away the anger and guilt.

They didn't entirely fade, but the strangling grasp they'd had on him was gone.

Evony was sure he could feel her relief at that development. She wasn't trying to stifle it.

His reaction was, as usual for him, restrained. A catch to his breathing, a few deeper breaths as the new level of awareness clicked into place.

"So this is... what you had--have--to draw on?" Bao-Dur murmured, blinking a few times as they both opened their eyes. His breathing was still uneven, hands twitching slightly atop hers.

"Mmhm." Evony nodded as she sat back. “It can be a bit of an ebb and flow. It took me a little while to… even out when my own connection reestablished. But if you work with it, if you’re open to it, it’s easier to align. And after you’re comfortable with it, the Force is a very useful thing to have.”

“Like a new limb?” he asked dryly.

She chuckled, fingers tracing his metal palm. “Very much like it, in fact.” She arched a brow at him. “You might have an advantage there.”

Bao-Dur half-smiled, cocking his head head as if listening to something. "That would be nice."

Evony let her fingers trace and trail the palm, fingers, back of his cybernetic hand a few moments more. "And you know I'm happy to help if you need it."

He nodded, rolling his shoulders as he shifted back and pushed to his feet. "Atton said it felt like having too much energy for your skin at first, and I see where he was coming from."

She accepted the hand up he offered. "Sounds about right. You learn to regulate the flow as you adjust. Part of being a Jedi is always learning, making changes for new knowledge. The Force is also good at... working with you, for lack of a better term." Aside from him and Atton, she'd never taught anyone about this, never had to explain how it worked. It just did. "It responds to your emotions and thoughts, what you want from it." She rested a hand on his arm. "That's why you needed to let go of your anger; it's such a strong emotion, it tends to overwhelm everything else. Even the best of intentions."

Bao-Dur chuckled. "Always three steps ahead and looking out for your people."

You more than any. Those were definitely un-Jedi thoughts. But it was late, and they were true, so Evony let them linger for now. They keep saying I'm no longer a Jedi, anyway.... "Whenever I can." She cleared her throat, remembering their original task, and gestured vaguely toward the wall. "Are we done? Is this all good? I don't want to traipse off and leave you with more work."

He shook his head slightly, one corner of his mouth tipping upward. "You better than anyone know I enjoy this sort of work. However..." He checked the wires she'd repaired with the scanner, seeming unsurprised when it flickered confirming white. "We do appear to be finished. I'll route power back..."

"Before you go-" Evony gave his arm a light squeeze, then reached her other hand toward the workbench across the garage, calling the dualblade lightsaber hilt to her hand. While she hadn't had time to tinker with any of the new acquisitions from Dxun, she'd at least peeked at the innards of the scavenged lightsabers to confirm they were decent and unbroken. "To help you feel the part a little more." She offered it to him. "This'll be the easiest adjustment from your war-blade. If you want it," she added hastily, picking on the current of uncertainty from him.

While he did hesitate a beat longer, Bao-Dur reach out and took the lightsaber hilt. "It's hard to deny how effective they are," he said. "After watching you and Atton decimate anything stupid enough to get in our way."

Evony laughed, only just remembering to keep it quiet, and even as she opened her mouth to point out the ignition switch, he thumbed it on. Should've know he'd figure out anything even slightly tech in a heartbeat, she thought as the pale blue blades hummed to life. "You can change the color and other crystals if you want."

He nodded, gaze still on the lightsaber quietly humming in his grasp. "This... feels right, though. At least for now." He shut it down and met her gaze as he clipped the hilt to his belt. "Thank you."

She smiled. "You're welcome." She felt much more centered. Calmer. Her concerns over what Kavar revealed were settled, at least in part. "And thank you." She cocked her head toward the wall. "For letting me help."

Bao-Dur matched her smile. "Any time you need." He caught her wrist as she started to leave, tugged her back to brush the fainst kiss to her temple. "Rest well, General."

Evony chuckled and didn't correct him. "I will."

She could feel the current of the Force that bonded them now as they went their separate ways, and was fairly confident she could keep that promise.

[yandereocs]

Yandere horror train: Villian bonnie - Body horrorish + mind breakin

Sensory depravation, the worst kind of torture. After an escape attempt Vil decides to break this little streak. Now all poor sweet darling can do is curl up on her lap, praying they’re being good.

Basically Bonnie took out darlings eyes, burnt their mouth shut, and would force darling near extremely loud sounds for hours so that they’re basically deaf now (Still can hear slightly tho since yk…bonnie ain’t that mean :3)

* I love how Villain literally took away every single one of her darling's senses but you still say she isn't that mean HAHA

* You're really real for that

* ALSO THIS IS SO COOL I'M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AT THE THOUGHT OF WRITING THIS

Yandere Villain taking away her darling's senses

* CW: Violence and threats against reader

'No, no, no! Please, stop it!'

Your thoughts were filled with desperate pleas as you felt your body being dragged against the floor. Your captor was many things, but she wasn't a mind reader. Which is unfortunate when you're trying to beg for mercy while your mouth had been welded shut.

You were bad. Did a bad thing. You tried to leave. Tried to leave HER. And she didn't take too kindly to that.

Villain is a brutal woman and you just wanted to get away from her. So you tried to escape when you thought she was asleep. Emphasis on thought. She had caught you before you could even get half your body out the window.

And now you're like this.

Eyes sewn shut and your mouth melted together. It hurt so, so much. The wounds were still fresh so your mind was foggy with pain and you could swear that you felt blood dripping into your eye sockets. You didn't even know where she was taking you but you were freaking out.

Your leg kicked out in a random direction and you heard something crash to the floor. Villain scoffed, her sharp nails digging into your arms.

"You're being incredibly difficult. This is all your fault."

She dropped you to the floor and your head hit the tile. Your head felt dizzy and you could barely process the hands gripping your ankles.

"Should I break your legs? Hm? Maybe chop them off so you can't leave or cause any problems?"

Her tone was sickeningly patronizing, like she was scolding a dog. You immediately shook your head as your throat made muffled whines and whimpers.

'No, please. I'm sorry! I won't do it again! Please don't!'

Pleading for mercy in your head was pointless, you knew, but you did it anyway. There was silence and you could feel Villain's fingers graze against your legs slowly, her gloved hands moving up and down.

Then she began dragging you again, by the leg this time. You wiggled around onto your stomach, trying to grab at anything to make her unable to move you. Yeah, you did just silently promise that you wouldn't do it again, but overwhelming fear and pain makes it difficult to think straight.

You grab at anything. Furniture, door frames, the floor. But it doesn't help in the slightest and Villain gets more and more aggressive the more you grab onto things. Eventually she drops your leg and you immediately try to crawl away but bump into the wall. Villain chuckles.

"Where are you going? I'm not done with you."

Her hands grab your shoulders and she yanks you into a sitting position before she starts cramming your body into something. A box? A closet? You don't know. All you know is that it's small and your body is squished uncomfortably.

The door slams shut. Ah, so it is a closet.

Then there's silence.

You're nervous. Why are you here? What is she planning? Surely just locking you in a room isn't all she's going to do.

And then it started.

You covered your ears as a loud a heavy noise boomed throughout the closet. Your head was throbbing with the pain from your wounds and now from the ridiculously loud noise. It hurt.

It didn't take long for your ears to start ringing.

And then soon after that, you felt a thick, warm liquid drip down the sides of your face.

And then nothing.

Well, not nothing. You could faintly hear the thundering sounds, but it was like you were underwater. Deep, deep underwater.

You don't know how long you were in there but eventually the noise stopped and the door opened, causing your body to slump down to the ground.

You were shaking.

Everything hurt so much. Your ears were bleeding. Your eyelids were sewn shut but you could still feel your eyeballs moving behind the flesh and irritating the wounds. Your mouth felt numb and burned and you physically couldn't open them.

Hands grabbed you again and you were once again being dragged to God-knows-where. Tears were leaking down your cheeks past your closed eyelids and your throat was producing strangled and muffled cries.

You're scared.

And you're hurt.

And you just want this to stop.

You can hear Villain speaking but you can't make out the words. Everything just sounds so muffled and like you're in a thick fog. It's terrifying and you don't know whether she's threatening or giving you an order.

Soon enough you're dragged over a slightly raised doorframe and you know you've been taken to another room. But which one? You don't know if it's a simple bedroom or one of Villain's freaky torture champers. Your heart is pounding against your chest, the sound booming through your head.

Your worries are slightly eased when you're dragged up onto a bed. A very comfortable one that unmistakably belongs to Villain. The matress dips slightly as you feel Villain shuffle next to you and your body is shifted and adjusted to her liking, which ends your head up in her lap.

She's rubbing your back slowly and you can just barely make out the sounds of soft cooing. Is she...being nice? How terrifying. But there's nothing you can do. Even if there was, you wouldn't have dared to do it. You need to be good. Just be quiet and curled up in her lap like a good little doggy. Just do that, and she won't hurt you.

You're trembling and you know that she can feel it because she'll occasionally dig her sharp nails into your back. Her hand slides under your shirt and you shiver at the feeling of her gloved hand on your skin, gently gliding back and forth.

You're scared out of your mind, but it feels nice in a way. She's always so cruel and ruthless, so it's a little nice to just lay here and accept her soft touches. She isn't being too rough, if you ignore how she'll give harsh scratches on your back every so often. You just need to be good. Just shut off your brain and be still and let her touch you however she wants. Like a good little lapdog.

"You're so cute when you're helpless."

Her warm breath tickles your skin and you shiver. She's leaning so close to you that you could feel her lips brush against your ear. Despite how close she was, her voice still sounded like she was talking through a pillow.

You whimper softly and nod at her words, mindlessly agreeing. Your stomach churned at how pleased she seemed at your situation, but it was to be expected. This woman was a monster with no remorse. She had just ruined your life even more than she had before and she's just sitting there, rubbing and scratching your back like nothing happened.

It's sickening.

And there's absolutely nothing you can do to change it. Nothing at all. Not just because your basic senses has been taken away, but also because she'll teach you another lesson if you fail to escape. Which, if we're being honest, you will.

So you lay on her lap with a trembling body and heavy breathes. With your sewn eyes and your welded mouth and your useless ears.

You lay there, so quiet and good for her, just like she wants. The only source of 'comfort' you have being your thoughts, which isn't actually all that comforting considering it's all just 'please don't hurt me, I'm being good. So, so good.'

You're scared.

And you're hurt.

And you just want this to stop.

But it won't.

[alpacahat67]

When I tell you I've literally been DISSECTING this image for so long trying to figure out why Malleus, Idia, and Leona are the only ones looking out of their coffins I MEAN IT.

And within my dissection, I have made an observation.

Those three are literally the only ones who didn't particularly WANT their role as housewarden. It was either dropped into their hands or others pressured them into it.

Now, I doubt that's the reason why the three are looking out of the coffin while everyone else isn't because Kalim was also given the position with little work solely because he is a prince. So... I've yet to figure it out. A friend and I have theorized that it might relate to their past? Their relationship with Malleus? Their life and mindsets??? Give me your theories I might make a post one day. ANYWAY.

I don't know if Malleus' whole housewarden story has been canonized, but with him being the heir to the throne of the Briar Valley, I can only assume it's because of that? It would make sense, though. Chances are Malleus Draconia wouldn't accept any role below that of the highest one he can achieve. But I doubt that really helps his whole "feeling isolated from one's peers" thing. In fact, it probably makes it worse, considering the fact that he isn't even invited to the mandatory housewarden meetings. Idia and Leona's situations are very similar. Both of them weren't originally interested in the role, despite the fact that not having perks that a housewarden has such as not having to share a room being horrible is one of the few things both of them can agree upon. And neither of them liked answering to those they viewed as below them, I'm sure Leona being born with a silver spoon in his mouth and Idia likely having served the role of a leader solo before book 6 ever occurred didn't help. But both of them were kind of pushed into the role by their peers. Leona says in his Birthday Boy vignette that his dormmates basically BEGGED him to take the position of dorm leader and he did when he was a sophomore. It seems that Idia was personally asked to become housewarden in what seems to be around very late sophomore year?? So a little before current events in-game but don't quote me on that one. He tells Azul in his dorm uniform card that, while he originally turned it down, Ortho's "Nii-san can do no wrong" attitude + the fact that he was objectively the most capable in Ignihyde eventually got to him and he accepted the role. I don't doubt an amount of forcing, most likely Crowley feeding his ego until he finally said yes, occurred as well.

That's not to say all three of them hate the role. I'm sure all of them harbor some amount of hatred for it, there's just some things that are tedious about the job. Idia doesn't like having to care for those beneath him, Leona doesn't like the burden of having to sort out issues within his dorm (and housewarden meetings), and Malleus is still separated from his peers despite the fact that he probably has the most optimistic view of his role out of the three. But it's something they have to do and all three of them have some sort of reason as to why they stay. All three of them harbor some amount of care for their dormmates and upholding the spirit of the Great Seven their dorm represents. Leona enjoys not having to work very hard, Ortho being proud is probably a big reason as to why Idia stays, and honestly, I don't recall much about Malleus but you're doing great sir never change. And I'm sure there's more, but I'm sort of half asleep writing this.

Oh, yes. At the very least, Idia and Leona enjoy the whole not having a roommate.

This is a bit of a braindump post so please be nice to me thanks.

[nejishadow]

Part 1 of Tomozuki drabbles and things!

Yep that's right, the even rarer of the two Kenji rarepairs gets an entire post!

I'm taking a break from writing anything big after I finished the Tomozuki 5 chapter, so thought I should start gathering all my ideas and ramblings again Like the kenjikoto posts, you're free to expand on / finish these ideas for fic or art, just let me see! Inspiring people is a huge boost to my drive to create!

Guest Starring Makomoru, because they keep finding their way in here, Kenjikoto and tomozukikoto / tomozukimako! [Ryoji x Kenji x Makoto] (I haven't decided what 3 way ship name makes the most sense)

My tired brain is just thinking of morning clinginess

I see both Kenji and Ryoji being people who hold like a pillow and don't let go. Great, Tomozuki is comfortable while they sleep! Until they need to get up. Kenji trying to wriggle out, but Ryoji is locked on. Try to slip out or push him off? He's adjusting to lie half on Kenji. Now even more stuck. Kenji just gives up and accepts he's gonna be lying here for another hour

Vs Kenjikoto. Makoto needing to get up, still tired and hazy. Kenji curled up around him? He just drags Kenji up with him. Both slowly shuffling so they can stay connected during the morning routine. Kenji staying mostly asleep until Makoto makes them both coffee. Then it's Makoto's turn to curl back up against Kenji until they need to do anything

AKA I love and adore soft daily domesticity

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Ryoji's first winter, totally absorbed with just watching the snowflakes fall down And gets nailed back of the head with a snowball by Makoto

Who then points next to him, blaming Kenji Kenji barely able to stutter, no he didn't - before Ryoji's tackles him into the snow without a second thought

Kenji flailing that this isn't equal at all, why does a snowball get you tackled, now stuck under Ryoji Ryoji too busy laughing to get up, and hey Kenji's pretty warm, it feels nice. Might just stay here

Makoto hitting them with more snowballs cause they're in no place to stop him

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This one I can't decide if fully in character, it's more just funny idea for Tomozukikoto.

Kenji maybe just a little bit jealous or insecure about some things. Like every time Ryoji kisses Makoto, Kenji has to as well, don't question him on it! So Ryoji sometimes just kisses Makoto's cheek just to tease Kenji, and then Makoto is stuck between two guys who won't stop being affectionate, which you think wouldn't be bothersome but he's trying to get stuff done

Also can twist the idea to be that Makoto and Ryoji can tell Kenji's being a bit under the weather due to insecurity, so Makoto hugs first (since he's kinda bad at it), Ryoji hugging them both and now Kenji is stuck in the world's strongest hug.

"Makoto and his two boyfriends who are over affectionate in different ways (dog and cat)" just presents a lotta cute funny opportunities ha.

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If Kenjikoto is "streetlights shining on rain slicked concrete, kissing under umbrellas where only we exist" vibe Then tomozuki is definitely a "clear skies with salt spray, tinging our kisses as we hold each other in the sun, wishing the moment could be bottled" vibe to contrast

Combined, they're something like "sitting on the boardwalk in the rain barely fitting under cover, enjoying everything nature gives to us, hands locked in our own bubble - own time"

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Overthinking Ryoji again Does he know how to swim? Like how much of Makoto's actual knowledge and skills does he have?

Because tomozuki beach date. If he can't swim, Kenji can at least be there to keep him from drowning, also an excuse to hold hands forever. If he does know. Can throw himself into increasingly bigger waves and actually do all the fun beach things with Kenji.

Ryoji standing up after getting bowled over in the water, hair plastered to his face. Kenji going up to help push it all back and. Oh. They're really close. And were Ryoji's eyes always so pretty?

Then the choice of

they get to kiss because it's cute and romantic Or

another wave knocks them both over and get to laugh (and still get to kiss)

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I'm stuck with a headache so I've just been thinking of kenjikoto and tomozuki and how they show affection more

Like the idea of each of them having a way or place they kiss more often

Ryoji is forehead and nose

Makoto corner of the mouth and hands

Kenji the cheek. Maybe a hand if he's feeling brave or trying to be gentlemanly

Makoto leaning on people or pressing up against them when they sit. Ryoji lying himself across people or finding any excuse to touch them. Kenji keeping their fingers intertwined, squeezing extra firm when they hug.

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Kenji eating lunch, and Ryoji leaning all over him, prob stealing food when Kenji isn't looking

Hidetoshi then approaches them... What does he want?

"I do hope you know excessive PDA can wait until after school. I swear, it's like you're glued together… We won't need to talk about this again, right?"

Ryoji straightening up, holding his hands placatintly, "Not at all, I completely understand, Odagiri-kun! I won't you cause anymore trouble~"

A hmph and Hidetoshi leaves -- he does not like Ryoji, the guy is causing scenes that he has to deal with constantly -- and the second he's gone Ryoji snuggles into Kenji even closer, now he's gotta enjoy it before he's caught right?

Kenji's been blue screened since Hidetoshi mentioned PDA. They're not dating, Ryoji's just friendly! PDA, how dumb is that?! … And then gets stuck thinking about exactly how touchy Ryoji is with him vs anyone else. Realizing he never sees him doing this to anyone else, at least not at school.

Ryoji too busy cuddling to notice.

Go hide on the rooftop if you wanna be all cutesy, Hidetoshi will find you otherwise

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Raincode AU Ideas

Since I started Raincode, my brain connected dots and ended up at: MC Kenji and Shinigami Ryoji. Ryoji is Thanatos, after all

Yuma being the most "normal" guy, Kenji made sense to me to fit the role. Everyone just like "nah, no way This Guy could be important." Surprise! He's got a pact with death (I could see Kenji trying some ritual like that anyway, thinking it's some dumb thing people only do in shows but whoops it real!)

Shorter than everyone else

Everyone underestimating him cause he doesn't look like he fits the part

Overthinking and overreacting because what is going on

Thinks his memories are worth trading for a pact?

I think there are all Kenji-core actions ha!

Also imagine shinigami's lil ball form But Thanatos? I squish

Planning / plotting issues come from most of the WDO team having such distinctive personalities, it's hard to equate to someone in P3. Might have to go off powers instead Makoto as Vivia is the only thing I'm 100% set on. Mitsuru for Halara I like a lot too, but I'll have to finish the game before coming back and solidifying everything

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Ice Skating AU (+ Makomoru)

Makomoru ice skating AU. An excellent pair who's won many competitions, and gotten runner up in even more, still competes to try and get ever better. Started out as rivals in singles, and one day realized they were stronger as a pair than alone.

Kenji has always looked up to Makoto, dreaming of one day they'd be good enough to skate in competitions together (childhood friends AU?), but Kenji was never as good as Makoto. After seeing Makoto flourish in doubles he knows he also wants to try, but it keeps falling apart before his eyes.

Kenji's been stuck in singles, stagnating, because his doubles partners fall through, get frustrated with him, or aren't compatible physically, or Kenji was never their first choice so they would leave him for someone else first chance they got.

Enter Ryoji! Up and coming singles skater with great potential. Was also very inspired by Makoto and Mamoru and how beautiful pairs skating can be, wanted to try doubles, his coach also thinks it'd be good for his training if he worked with others for awhile. Everyone else has partners, so he gets Kenji

Kenji a bit jaded after so many people dropping him, also at himself for not improving at the pace he wants. But… things actually go very well. Ryoji adapts to Kenji quickly, and Kenji understands and can follow Ryoji easily. Plus Ryoji's height + strength means they can do more dramatic moves then Kenji was able to before.

Even after just a few weeks of training, Kenji can understand why Makoto flourished, why he glows when he and Mamoru skate. Ryoji also starts to improve, wanting him and Kenji to reach great heights together. Over the months, Ryoji genuinely starts to fall for Kenji and how... normal he is, compared to so many skaters he knows. How dorky and determined, but down to earth he is.

Both of their final goals are to stand with Makoto and Mamoru on the podium

Also also I love ice skating outfits, they're so fun

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Ryoji Lives AU

Ideas about a continuation of Chapter 5 of "First Kisses - Tomozuki Edition". Because I can't leave anything bittersweet alone

Ryoji, many months after March, just. Standing. In the middle of an open space, seemingly looking at nothing. No scarf, but so clearly that's Ryoji. How had Kenji forgotten Ryoji? It's been so many months, Ryoji's here. He's frozen in place, unable to look away from that tall form.

Ryoji, seeming to know he's being stared at, turns and meets Kenji's eyes. Realization, light sparking as eyes widen. He remembers

Both see each other and just know. That's their person. We got taken away from each other too soon Ryoji jumping into Kenji's arms and so badly not wanting to let go.

But neither remember much else. Kenji knows this is Ryoji, knows he was important to him. But who was he to everyone else? Nobody recognizes him

Ryoji knows this is Kenji, that's the ring and scarf he gave him, so tenderly cared for. But why'd he give him those things if he was coming back? Some form of promise?

Both having to help each other as all the memories click back into place, defying fate and everything else.

A confusing and patchwork overlap where it's a lot of relearning and rediscovering But they still fall in love / stay in love through it all. Ryoji has too big a heart to ever forget the people he gave everything to.

Probably recall more and more as he meets SEES again, eventually will remember enough to tell Kenji the whole truth. And they've been through too much for Kenji to leave him for that

[graveyard-society]

Saw your olba art AND FIRST OF ALL?¿??? I LOVE YOUR ART STYLE???? Second of all, love the fantasy au, I'm a suckers for fantasy and ESPECIALLY fantasy that involves water powers and witches so, have you thought of a way to how witches would work? also since cove it's half a merfolk does that mean that his water powers are limited?

AUGHDSDSDFC I DIDN'T EXPECT SOMEONE ELSE TO BE INTERESTED IN THE FANTASY AU OH MY 😭💕 i'm so glad you like my stuff omg,,,,

okay so, for the witches i'll answer that in a separate ask so um, stay tuned?

to make things clear, though (mind that some of these details may change): merfolk are blessed by the sea domain, it favors their kind and gifted children of the sea with passage and healing through it's waters. true merfolk seem to lack the ability to shapeshift, however, and can only manifest and retain a human form through enchanted items like charms and potions. most of the merfolk population has the ability to bend water, though it's more like the water responds to a mer's wishes. in other cases, they're actually more in tune with the aquatic vegetation than they are with the waves. but honestly, merfolk kind of just function like children of poseidon ("percy jackson" wise, books specifically)

as for cove and his magical properties (again, this may change in the future): basically as a half-mer he has the abilites of any other merperson, however his version is watered down*. - even if the waves may not respond to cove as well as it responds to kyra, the sea's healing properties applying to true merfolk do not lessen when you're a half-mer like cove. - being a child of both sea and land dominions, cove is gifted the ability to shapeshift into a (partly) human form. - that more human form of his actually still allows him to be perfectly fine underwater under some conditions. - like, he can't swim down as far as he can in his "mer" form, and also the water's temperature has a bit of an effect on him in comparison to his other form which is abundant with scales.

i think that's most of the things i can think of regarding merfolk lore. next up is witch lore! woooo! thank you very much for waiting, since school has been refusing to be nice to me (though, when has it ever?). and, another thank you for reading! i hope you have a great rest of your day/night <3

[super-unpredictable98]

The Eighth Child (~TUA AU~) - Season 3

Chapter 11: Hello Goodbye

Warning: Strong language, mild sexual content, mention of death, emetophobia moments

a/n: So, I skipped the smut for the time being, but if you guys want I could write a separate little drabble talking about Klaus and Vicky's wedding night and all the stuff they experimented with for the first time hehe

(The Eighth Child Masterlist)

Something forced me to wake up. The night before was fantastic, I was able to do things even I can't believe I'd done, and Klaus seemed beyond satisfied with my performance. It was really special to see him vulnerable like that just for me, and I was able to be just as vulnerable. But something forced me to wake up. 

My stomach was in a twist, I couldn't believe that I was hungover from two glasses of champagne, that was impossible! But then my mind drifted elsewhere, what if someone messed up the food? What if my body wasn't prepared for that amount of food anymore after I lost all the weight? All I knew is that something was very wrong.

"I feel sick, Klausie!" I cried and he immediately sat up, still half-asleep but he was there. "I think I ate something weird last night, did the cheese smell weird to you? I'm really scared, Klaus, I'm salivating too much!"

"Hey, hey, don't worry. Just breathe with me, okay?" He held my hand while rubbing my back with the other. "Do you wanna go to the bathroom? Do you want me to get a trash can?"

"I don't know! I can't breathe right, do I look pale to you?"

"A little."

"Shit! On our honeymoon too?"

"It's alright, why don't you hum? Humming helps," he took me in his arms while dragging the trash can closer to the bed with his foot. "No stress, it's probably just your nerves catching up to you. The food was great, you didn't drink too much..."

"You said I drank too much! You told me to stop!" I cried in between hums and deep breaths. I was already in a cold sweat, I felt lightheaded and couldn't stand still for a moment, so I was rocking back and forth with my husband like a little child having a meltdown. I was so embarrassed.

"I- Fuck," Klaus muttered. "Did dad say something weird to you last night?" 

"No, why?" I rubbed my own arms soothingly.

"He said something to me last night, I thought I was just drunk and imagining things, but it's starting to make sense. He stopped in front of me and took my hands, then he said he hoped the plan would work out, and the timing was really bad because I would... Be a great father for my little girl."

"What?" I screamed in terror. "You think I'm pregnant?"

"Your period was supposed to be here already, right? I even planned a whole red wings situation for our honeymoon. You're ravenous, you're having morning sickness, we weren't so careful back in 63..."

"OH MY GOD, I'M PREGNANT!" I covered my mouth, somehow the shocking news made me forget all about my queasiness and it slowly faded away, giving place to pure horror. There was no worst time in the world to be pregnant, literally! "My brain has been off the rails, I can feel something in here, I just didn't know it was a fetus! And I've been drinking like crazy this past week, I swam in sewage, I got shot several times! And there's a fetus in me!"

"Calm down, let's go back to breathing," Klaus was not any less freaked out than I was, but he had to hold on for my sake. He knew that despite whatever he was feeling, actually carrying the baby was way scarier and more demanding. "Look, being a dad has never really been on my bucket list, but let's face it. It's pretty much a miracle that in 34 years I've had zero pregnancy scares with the number of sex partners I've had."

"That's true..."

"And if I'm gonna do this, I'm glad I'm doing it with you. You're not some random girl I hooked up with at a bar, you're my wife, Liebling. Also, that's not saying you have to keep it, you can do whatever you think it's best. I just don't think we're gonna have the easiest time finding planned parenthood in the current world situation, but you're still early on, less than a month if we conceived in 63..."

"I wanna keep it. I just wanna make sure, get a test, and if I really am, then I wanna keep it," I admitted. Maybe my attitude would be different before, but after that scare when I first arrived in Dallas (which I never told my husband about) and the whole Stanley situation, I felt ready to face whatever was coming. 

"Uh cool, that's cool! Maybe we can find a test at the lost and found, want me to go get it while you fill up the bladder a little more?"

"Yeah, please."

I paced around the room for what seemed like forever until someone finally knocked at the door, but when I opened, it wasn't Klaus, it was Allison. She was there smiling, totally different from the person I'd seen since we arrived. I hadn't even exchanged a single word with her that wasn't in a fight this past week.

"Hey, Vicky," she pulled me into a hug which freaked me out even more. "Sorry I left earlier last night. I didn't even congratulate you and Klaus, I haven't been the best sister the last few days."

"Yeah, you've been pretty sour, which I get, but also kinda hurts. But you're still my sister and I still love you."

"That's why you're the heart of this team! Where's Klaus?"

"He left to get some... Stuff."

"Alli! To what do we owe the pleasure?" Klaus quickly hid the box behind him as he maneuvered in reverse to get into the room

"Hey, I just came by real quick to tell you that dad wants to talk to all of us in two hours."

"Okay, we'll see you there," I tilted my head, trying to see what she was really thinking, but she must've realized because suddenly all I could see was the two of us dancing in front of the mirror after doing each other's makeup when we were little. She knew that a sweet memory like that would mollify me.

"See you, have fun you two," she waved before closing the door.

That was weird, but Klaus didn't seem to think so. He was definitely more worried about the result of the test I was about to take. 

He insisted on following me to the bathroom and holding the stick so I could concentrate. We both stared at the test for a little under three minutes.

"How come the lost and found here has everything?" I asked.

"I don't know, I always found everything I needed there. I guess it's sort of like a room of requirement... A LINE! Look, look, two lines! The second one is pretty faint, but it's here! We're gonna be parents!" I couldn't tell if he was terrified or happy, but he held me and that was enough.

"That is if the world doesn't end."

"Even if we die, you can carry to term in the void, it'll be okay," Klaus assured. I was about to ask how is it that someone could possibly be born from a lifeless body, but he's the one who understands death, not me. 

"Are you happy, Klaus?" I asked hesitantly.

Instead of a simple yes or no, he took me in his arms, kissing me as we stumbled back to bed. I took that as a yes, knowing full well he never wanted to be a dad, but at least he was willing to do that together. And who knows? Maybe we would be good at it, maybe we would even like it. 

"I have a gift for you," I whispered.

"I know, it's the little bun I put in your oven..."

"No, another gift, close your eyes."

I placed my hands on his head once again and searched for the memory I dreaded the most: we were 25, I was packing my bags to leave for the airport and after that day I didn't see Klaus for five years. 

"You were probably right, you spent way too long caring for your junkie brother. You should have the right to live your life, without me weighing you down," he shouted with tears running down his cheeks.

"I wish things were different, I wish I had a chance to be…"

"To be what? Why are you running away?" He shook me by the shoulders.

"Because I'm a coward," I screamed, unlike the first time when I dismissively said goodbye. "Klaus, I love you!"

"I love you too," he smiled sadly.

"No, I actually love you. I can stand to lose anything, even this stupid job, but not you!" I rushed to claim his lips, mine as they always should've been.

"I- fuck... I love you too," he breathed, the biggest grin on his face. "So does that mean you're not leaving?"

"Only if you come with me."

"I'll go with you anywhere, Schnucki."

"You are the person of my dreams. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you sober, I'll help you through the trauma and watch you grow to be the amazing man I know you can be," I said before losing my hold on him and snapping back into reality.

Klaus opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling marveling for a few seconds before he finally looked at me. For the first time in a very long time, maybe forever, he was speechless. I had never seen my husband lose his words, but this time he only wrapped his arms around me.

"Thank you, Victoria," he whispered. "You are the person of my dreams too."

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"They might've outdone us with the invitations, but our pregnancy announcement will be the cutest! At least until we have our second child," I looked down at the box where the cookies I made were. I baked and decorated each one with all my love and my husband's help.

"Wait, you want more than one?" Klaus yelped.

"Maybe..." I bumped into Ben and my heart fluttered with joy. "Good morning, Benny, my love!"

"What the fuck did you just call me?" He growled.

"Oh no, he's back to being an asshole," Klaus grimaced. "Come on, we were making so much progress with your Mr. Tough Guy routine."

"I was drunk!"

"You are a good person, we saw it, but you're trying really hard to be a bad one." 

"I hate you! Both of you! And this marriage is a joke!"

"No you don't, you hugged me and everything," I shouted.

"Don't talk to her like that, she's fragile!" Klaus scolded. "This is just a defense mechanism, pushing away the people who care about you the most. Just like dad!"

I wanted to run the other way, but we were going in the same direction, to meet dad and attend his end of the world reunion. Klaus whistled and pointed with his eyes at the box as if trying to remind me why we were so happy in the first place.

The last one to arrive was Five and it caused a commotion after his words from the night before. Even I couldn't believe some of the things he said.

"Five! That speech last night brought me to tears you big softie," Lila said amid the clapping and cheering.

"I especially liked when you referred to us as a family bound by destiny and love," Viktor added.

"Yeah! And don't worry, I'll never stop fixing your hair and your tie before you leave. I didn't know you liked that so much," I teased.

"It was the booze talking," Five seemed unfazed, once again the cold old man we were getting used to. "In the light of day, you're all still deplorable."

"And your day's about to get worse," dad murmured ominously.

"But before it gets worse, it gets better. Usually it's the opposite, but I baked my famous sugar cookies and I'd like all of you to try them, but everyone has to close their eyes and wait until I tell you to open," I stood up, holding the box above my head.

"This is stupid, Victoria, the world is ending..." Ben groaned.

"Please? Just one simple request and I'll never ask you for anything again."

"Be quick, go on," dad closed his eyes, convinced that I wouldn't leave them alone until I pulled my cookie stunt.

I gave each one to their owner, they were heart-shaped and had royal icing spelling: uncle Diego, uncle Luther, uncle Ben, uncle Five, uncle Viktor, aunt Allison, aunt Sloane, aunt Lila, and Grandpa Reggie. 

"Okay, open now," Klaus giggled.

It took everyone a second to understand what was happening, but once they caught up, everyone was cheering and clapping again. Diego jumped from his seat to lift me up and spin me around, Viktor and Luther rushed to hug me and Klaus, even dad seemed to show the ghost of a smile.

"Congratulations, you managed to do the one thing I told you not to," Five took a bite, he didn't seem truly upset. "Let's hope it's born with Vicky's brains, she's the least unhinged of the two."

"Wow, your childhood romance worked out," Allison tried to sound supportive, but I could feel the venom in her words.

"Very well, now that this is done..." Dad cleared his throat. "The Norse had seven sleepers. The Blackfoot, seven stars. As a boy, I heard the legend of the seven bells. All these stories are the same, the village is under threat, a shaman brings his disciples to a sacred cave. He tells them if they can ring the seven magic bells, the village will be saved, and all will be restored just as it was."

"Reggie," Lila raised her hand. "Can we get a little less Brothers Grimm and be a little more objective please?"

"There is a truth to these myths, none of you can deny what's going on around us. All of existance will be gone by the end of the day, but whoever or whatever wove together space and time left a way to put things back together. There is a portal in the universe, I built this hotel around it, and on the other side is the answer."

"So you want us to cross the portal all willy-nilly, ring seven bells, and that will fix all this shit? How have we never thought of it before?" I leaned back as Klaus caressed my stomach, even though there was not much in there to caress.

"Sarcasm aside, you are mostly right. Except for the guardian."

"What kind of guardian?" Viktor asked.

"The kind that does this," Diego held up his hand that was still missing two fingers. "He has a sword."

"Why would the builders of this portal need a guardian anyway?" Viktor stared at the injury confused. 

"To protect it from people who want to use it for nefarious means," Sloane explained. "But it should be easy, Vicky can go in first and kill him for us. If there's anyone who can survive the guardian is Die Hard."

"She's pregnant! She can't fight like this," Diego shook his head.

"My body won't take any damage, so I should be fine. But if I'll be able to defeat this thing, that depends on his stamina, mine is higher than most people-" I intended to say I had a limit, but Klaus interrupted me.

"Heyooo! Lucky me, am I right?" He joked.

"Maybe I'll need help. Spacey's strength, Séance's immortality, the Kraken's reflexes, White Violin's world-ending energy..."

"White Violin?" Viktor laughed.

"Yeah! You in that theatre, everything was white and your aura was glowing, you were the most powerful person in the world!"

"So I guess you'll need all of us to defeat this thing that's protecting the bells," Allison suggested.

"You're actually buying this crap?" Five scoffed. 

"I'm in," Ben was quick to say, thirsty for dad's validation.

"Me too," Diego agreed. "But I think some of us should stay back, like Vicky and Lila."

"Or you can stay and we can go," she folded her arms defiantly.

"No, this is much bigger than all of us, nobody can stay back," Allison insisted.

I was starting to think it was kinda weird that she was suddenly so excited to save the world. She never agreed with dad on anything before, but now she was endorsing his crazy idea and trying to drag the rest of us with her. There must've been something she wasn't telling us, what could she have to gain from it?

"We should vote," Viktor suggested. 

"I'm with Viktor," Five cocked an eyebrow at dad.

"The world is ending and you want to count hands?"

"You're asking us to risk our lives, I think it's only fair you give us some time to discuss it," Luther held firmly to his wife's arm. "Privately. Let's meet back here in an hour."

Klaus and I stood behind while the others either went on a walk around the hotel or back to their rooms. I wasn't so sure about dad's intentions, if what Five had said the day before was true, he was simply using us as pieces for his twisted chess game with the apocalypse. 

There's a famous saying in Brazil which is 'se correr o bicho pega. Se ficar o bicho come', translating it literally would be something like 'if you run, the beast will catch you. If you stay, the beast will eat you'. What it means is that no matter what choice we made, we would be screwed. To die by the hands of an otherwordly guardian, or to die by the Kugelblitz. Did it really make a difference at that point? Was there any hope left on the other side?

"Death isn't so bad, you know?" Klaus finally broke the silence. If you want to stay I won't be upset, I'll stay there with you. We can meet each other's moms, I'm sure Maria Fernanda is lovely and very proud of her daughter who has her name, Victoria Maria."

"I thought we would die together when we're very old and tired of this world. Stay there at the beach and enjoy eternity... I don't know what to do. If there's a chance our baby could be born in a world without destruction of black holes eating people, I'd like to take it."

"I'll do whatever you want. I'm yours now, you better deal with it," Klaus drawled, laying on my lap and looking up at me with those dreamy eyes. "I know it's waaaay too early, but did you think of a name yet? We know it's a girl, according to dad."

"A few, I like Moema, Grace, Iris," I listed.

"Juniper, Valerie, Wrenley," he continued.

"Fortune," I said and he gaped.

"Fortune! That is beautiful, I love it! Fortune Bennie Hargreeves. What do you think?"

"I think it's perfect."

After about an hour, we all gathered in the lobby again, each one hoping we made the right choice. I had a bad feeling from the get-go, we were never very good at agreeing. We could barely even pick a movie to watch on the weekends, let alone decide the fate of the world.

"I think you can guess which way I'll be voting," Allison started. "We've all been through a lot, we all lost people... Mannequins. Their deaths have to mean something, so I'll be going with dad."

"What she said, let's go save the bloody universe!" Lila joined.

"All right, since she said yes, I vote stay," Diego ran to the other side of the room. "How's that for nice?"

"Klaus and Vicky?" Allison huffed, clearly annoyed by our brother's choice.

"I am with father. I'm a married man, with a wife to take care of and a baby on the way. Better make sure everything is in one piece when she arrives," Klausie said. 

"Wow, you sound nothing like yourself," I had to do a double take, that was not my husband speaking, was it? "I vote go, if we stay we die, if we go we die, but one of those is not an absolute."

Ben simply nodded, indicating he also wanted to go. That was four to one, but somehow I still felt like we would end up losing.

"I wanna believe, I really do. I just can't shake the feeling that we don't know what we're getting ourselves into," Viktor mumbled. 

"No, but we know what is waiting for us if we don't. We have to go into this together, a family. Don't you wanna save the world so our niece or nephew has a better place to live?" Allison tried to argue.

"You can't just keep throwing the word 'family' around. It isn't enough, I vote stay. I don't wanna see my pregnant sister dying in a fight that isn't even hers."

"Sloane and I talked, and well..." Luther followed. "We're out. We wanna spend whatever time we have left together, not fighting some guy with a sword or ringing bells."

"I'm about to make things difficult," Five sighed. "I saw the future, and it told me to sit this one out. I vote stay, it's time we accept our fate."

"That is five to five, it's inconclusive. We can't just go in there as a group of five, that would mean certain failure, there must be seven," dad lamented. "Children, I can't say I'm happy with this, but I see now the blame falls on me. I failed you when you were young and I have failed you now. And in doing so, I have doomed the entire universe. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the courtyard, awaiting the end. A shame I won't live to meet my grandchildren."

"You're all pathetic," Allison marched away.

"So now what?" Sloane asked.

"Now we wait for the end," Five shrugged. "See you around, it's been... Interesting."

"I'm so sorry, Klausie," I took my husband's hand as we headed to the entrance.

"Don't be, it doesn't matter what happens, we'll be together," he kissed my forehead gently, but I could tell, he really wanted things to be different.

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I was watching the world fall apart when my heart felt tight, an ache I knew quite well, the same ache I felt the day we lost Ben. That feeling of hopelessness, a deep regret no one can take away from us.

"Luther died," I uttered, my eyes filled with tears.

"What?" Klaus must've thought it was a sick joke at first, but one look at my face and he turned pale with fear. "Really?"

"Really, come on!"

When we entered the White Buffalo suite, almost everyone was already there. Sloane was holding his body and crying, much like I did when Klaus was the one laying on that perfect white rug covered in his blood.

"Spacey!" I sobbed, falling to my knees and taking his huge, cold hand in mine. "Spacey, you can't die! Whenever I said I hated you, that you were my least favorite sibling, I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it, Spacey, I love you..." 

"He knows that, Liebling," Klaus tried to comfort me, but he was also on the verge of tears. "It's what siblings do."

"Look," Lila pointed at the open door where the pachinko machine was. "It must've been him, the guardian."

"She's right," Diego looked down to avoid showing his emotions. "Whatever did that had a long, curved blade. I don't know much, but I know knives."

That's when the only person who was missing appeared, dad came in with a confused look on his face. I glanced into his emotionless eyes and for the quickest glimpse I saw him, his arm was a massive sword and he killed Luther.

"YOU KILLED HIM!" I wailed.

"What? Why would I kill my own son?"

"I saw it! Don't lie to me!"

"No dear, you are really nervous and hormonal, you are imagining things," dad frowned. "You need to calm down, think clearly."

"If we attacked first, he'd still be alive," Ben grumbled.

Before I could say anything else, another kugel wave hit the hotel. This time it seemed different, we were the only people left. The Kugelblitz was finally ready to take us all, I could feel it in my gut.

"What are we gonna do with Luther?" Sloane asked as the entire building collapsed, giving me flashbacks from when that happened in the old Academy. The explosions, the wreckage, it was all so familiar.

"Go through the passage, it's the only way!" Reggie guided us to the tunnel that would lead us to the other side of the portal. "Come on, children, hurry!"

We were scared, disoriented, and most of all, angry at whoever killed Luther. So we followed, when you see your life flash in front of you like that and the certainty of a horrible end is facing you back, your choices don't matter anymore. You run and try to save whatever is left, you try to survive at all costs.

Sloane didn't want to leave her husband's body behind, but there was no one strong enough to carry him with us. Allison pulled her and Klaus ushered Five, who was still very much doubtful, to the entrance. I went right after and Klausie was the last one. Or so I thought.

"DAD! VICTORIA!" was the last I heard of his voice, but when I tried to turn back and check on him, father held me by the shoulders and forced me to keep walking. 

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You knew this was a horrible idea. 

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job. 

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside. 

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in. 

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless. 

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief. 

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself. 

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically. 

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit. 

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was. 

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot. 

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening. 

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred. 

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit. 

“I can’t believe you,” you said. 

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought. 

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it. 

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?” 

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms. 

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked. 

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone. 

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you. 

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled. 

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?” 

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment. 

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment. 

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room. 

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced. 

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly. 

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out. 

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit." 

"James," you whispered. 

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.  

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt. 

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front. 

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you. 

Bucky fell in love. 

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material. 

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him. 

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly. 

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly. 

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly. 

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right. 

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon. 

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening. 

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal. 

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled. 

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times. 

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled. 

“Bucky,” you whined. 

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky. 

“I got you, darling. I got you.” 

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours. 

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew. 

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy. 

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted. 

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned. 

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled. 

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly. 

You like being choked by Bucky. 

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips. 

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again. 

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled. 

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum. 

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet. 

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body. 

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room. 

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away. 

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast. 

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him. 

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever. 

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms. 

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled. 

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him. 

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Investigations (Part 3): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: when things are uncovered, can you handle the truth? Or are you doomed to make a mistake you can't rectify?

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Ran's past was a lie.

When you met him at the country club five years ago, your pasts had been explained in hushed tones and excited flurries of memories; sharing photos of the time before he was an executive of the communications company he worked in and the time before you were a journalist.

Ran said he had gone to jail twice, both for crimes he had been an accessory to as a delinquent kid, but that he'd cleaned up his act after and made his way up the corporate ladder. Nothing about gangs or being a Heavenly King in Tenjiku made it past his lips.

You had been honest, too. Your tales included the time you'd accidentally happened upon a massive gang fight, and that's how your investigative journalism skills began to bloom.

Who was fighting?

What were they going to do after?

Where did these gangs come from?

When did this argument start?

Why were they fighting?

How did gangs form in the first place?

Those were all the questions you sought out answers for that night and the next five years after, devoting your time and effort to finding the truth about everything.

"Babe?" You freeze, hands hovering over the keys at the sound of Ran's voice. You don't turn around - you can't even look at him the same these days - but he fixes that by walking over to you and turning you around in your chair. "What are you doing up so late?"

"Just doing some writing." His violet eyes search yours for the truth, but you know he won't be able to find it. Not while you're still trying to unravel his past. Ran kisses your eyelids sweetly, cupping your face in his large palms and littering his love across your face as you try your best to remain still and not confess about your research.

"Come to bed. It's late."

"I've got a few more paragraphs," you explain, motioning to the small print on your screen. "I'll be in bed soon."

But your lie is discovered shortly thereafter. It's five a.m. when Ran returns, seeing you slumped against your desk, arms cushioning your head, laptop screen blank. Instinctively, Ran pulls you out of your seat - making your notebook fall to the ground - grunting softly as he scoops you up into his arms and cradles you against his chest.

You willingly allow your husband to carry you to bed, where your two-year-old is also nestled among the sheets and pillows, thumb tucked into his mouth. And for a moment, Ran appreciates the view, seeing the two people he loved the most - besides his younger brother - laying in the bed he paid for, in the house he built, in the city he owns.

But then he remembers the slight disarray you left your things in at the desk and returns, picking up your pencil and notebook before laying them beside the laptop. Then his eyes catch "Ran's past?" written in bold, red letters, along with the words: "Tenjiku" and "Tandai" also written in the web of other words surrounding his name. "South Terano" is also on that web.

He'd have to take care of that in the morning.

And for the first time in a long time, worry bubbles to the surface of his mind, and Ran rips the sheet of paper from your notebook, tossing it into the kitchen trashcan and considering his deed done. He concealed his past to protect his family. And he's concealing the present to achieve the same goal; all for the future to be revealed later. That's how everything should be.

Right? _____________________________________________________________

"Ran," you whisper, lips running across his knuckles. His fingers cup your jaw, and his own lips press against your forehead, violet eyes darkening slightly. "It's six am. Where are you going this early?"

"I have to go into the office for a little while," he murmurs, kissing your forehead again. "I'll be back around lunchtime." Thoughts of Tandai and Tenjiku flash into your mind for a moment, but you smile at him sleepily anyway, absolutely sure these things are part of his past and not in the present.

"We'll be waiting for you, my love."

Despite all of your best intentions, though, you can't help but be consumed by the idea of Ran out, fighting, stealing, maiming... You consider asking him about these things, these concerns, but you decide against it as you're helping Kai with his lunch. If he wanted to leave it in the past, there's a good reason for it. He would have told you if it would be a problem later. Right?

Ran wouldn't jeopardize your family, your home, your life for something so... juvenile.

Right?

The clatter of keys on the counter in the living room brings you back to the present, and you perk up, your two-year-old mimicking your expression.

"Daddy!" Kai slides down from his seat and runs to greet Ran, clutching his father's legs with all his little might.

"Hey, buddy," Ran laughs, stooping to pick up his son with excitement. "How are you doing?" As son and father have a very stimulating conversation about playtime, you watch them in wonder, observing the way Ran makes his child a priority, just like he makes you a priority. But your countenance falls as soon as you see the blood spot on the bottom of Ran's lavender suit jacket. You know its blood because of the way it dried - that's no ketchup stain.

You fake a smile anyway, giving Ran a kiss on the cheek and tugging his jacket off after he sits Kai back on the tile floor.

"Hard day?"

"Kind of," Ran mumbles, and you catch the sight of a long scratch down the side of his neck. "But I made it through." You hum, taking the pin-striped jacket to the laundry room and slinging it over the side of the washer. You'd need that later.

"Need to relax?" you wonder, and Ran grins at you mischievously.

"Maybe later, after bedtime?"

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But "later" never came.

Instead, Ran and Kai fell asleep on the sofa, watching a kid's movie, and you retreated to the office, powering up your laptop and pulling your notebook closer.

You immediately notice something's wrong, as the notes you had before were missing. Everything is gone. Not even a word of all the research you had done was there. Hadn't you written meticulous notes and names and things about Ran's past that could be interconnected? You break out in a sweat and search in every drawer of the desk, every place it could possibly be. You come up with nothing, and let out a frustrated sigh before slumping down in your seat and pulling up the computer history from yesterday. If you had to rewrite every single thing, that's fine. You'd just need more time to gather your evidence for the meeting on Saturday.

You're knee-deep in articles and police reports when you stumble across a more recent - actually as recent as this morning - article titled: "Ex-gangster found dead in meat factory". The picture of South Terano startles you, and you click on it, feeling a sense of dread as the article details how he was found hanging upside-down in the warehouse with a bullet hole in his head. And just like that, your newest lead has fizzled out. You groan, writing down "South Terano, deceased" on your notepad, then exiting the tab.

There had to be someone else you could ask. Shuji Hanma only provided you with Ran and Rindou's names, no one else.

"What's this?"

The door to the office shuts softly, and you look over your shoulder at Ran, who is walking toward you with measured steps, his eyes taking in your exhausted expression and the way you're hunched over that notepad. Again.

"What are you doing? You look tired, babe. Let's go to bed, yeah?"

Suddenly, pieces begin to click as Ran leans his hip against the desk, staring down at you in the chair with squinted violet eyes. "You threw away my notes... Didn't you?"

"What are you doing in my business, y/n?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you were in two gangs?" you counter, fingers shaking slightly. "Ran, this is something I needed to know before--"

"You wouldn't have married me if I told you." Ran's tone is cold, almost as if he's turned into the past version of himself without batting an eye.

"You don't know that." Ran leans forward, coming to eye level with you a smirking.

"I know you. And that's all I need." Ran reaches out a hand to close the laptop, still smiling and maintaining eye contact. "Now here's what you're going to do. First, you're going to stop digging into my past. There's nothing there that you need to find. Second, you're going to come to bed. It's late, you're tired. Finally," Ran cups your chin like he did this morning, except his fingers aren't so tender this time. "You're going to cut off contact with both Shuji Hanma and Taiju Shiba. I'm not really fond of either of them, and I'm not a fan of having them tell my business to my wife."

"They were only doing it because I asked."

"Taiju, maybe. Shuji isn't so eager to fuck you. I doubt he did it out of the kindness of his heart." You can't say anything to refute his claims. Ran is probably right. But you can't get one question out of your mind.

"Why are you trying to hide your past? What's there that I won't like?"

"What isn't there is the real question."

"What can you tell me about the gang that's just surfaced in Tokyo?" Ran's face slackens, transforming into a half-surprised, half-blank look that you realize is one that means he's been caught. "Oh, my fucking god," you breathe, tears stinging your eyes. "South, the fish, the murders, the crime... It's you. It's been you this whole time. I've been chasing my own husband down." Panic begins to set in, and your mind whirls around as you shake in your seat, bringing your hands up to your head. "Just tell me Rindou isn't in this," you breathe, but Ran doesn't answer you, still wearing that dumb look on his face. You let out a cry of shock, covering your mouth and trying to back away from Ran as much as you can.

The source is a lot closer than you think.

You slide down the wall, shocked into stillness as your sobs quiet, and Ran straightens up, placing his hands in his sweatpant pockets. The long nights, the early mornings, the bloodstains, the damn suits... It all led to this. Ran had never really left his old lifestyle behind. He'd gotten caught up in it, and brought you and Kai into it unknowingly.

"I never meant for it to get this... unhinged." You can't reply, tucking your knees into your chest as you stare past Ran and at the opposite wall, wondering how you'd missed the signs, the obvious signs that Ran was up to no good. "I know this is a lot to take in, but we can--"

"I can't stay here."

The words fall from your mouth and Ran flinches, shaking his head.

"No. You can't leave."

"Yes, I can," you mumble, standing and wiping your tears. "I can do whatever I need to do to keep Kai safe, and--"

"Kai is safer here than out there," Ran snaps, pointing at the window. "I'm not letting my son out of my sight. Your snooping has caused enough trouble as it is; I wouldn't have had to go and clean up this morning if you hadn't--"

"Don't blame this on me," you retort, pointing at Ran accusatorially. "You're the one who joined a gang and is still in one! What kind of role model are you for our son now?"

"I provide the best way I can," Ran grits out, clenching his fists. "You've never gone hungry, cold, or ill-clothed a day in your life while you were with me."

"I would rather die than enjoy a life paid for with blood money."

"Blood money? You really think--" You try to push past Ran, but he grabs your shoulders, yanking you back in front of him. "You're not going anywhere except to our bed."

"Let me go, Ran Haitani," you mutter, hands balling up into little fists. "Or I'll scream."

"Who will hear you? Kai?"

How had you been so foolish? Ran's lips press together momentarily as his violet eyes run over your figure, taking stock of all your five-foot-six stature. You're no match for Ran. Not mentally, and certainly not physically. Ran notices your defeat and his hands slide down to your wrists, tugging your delicate hands up to his chest.

"Everything will be fine," he whispers, drawing you close. "I'm taking care of us. Just trust me."

Just trust me.