#because i don't really see him directing his anger toward his s/o without a long buildup to it

[slurp-imagines]

Your hc writings are the best!! Can I request an:

Overprotective jealous Zoro hcs with a very friendly s/o who gets a bit scared when zoro gets mad at her talking with other guys?

I'm glad you like my writing anon!! ty for sending this in :)

your request is a bit similar to a recent possessiveness request I got (cw: NSFW section at the bottom), so to differentiate them I tried to construct more of a narrative for this one. Y/N's traits are pretty different too so hopefully they don't overlap too much.

Getting jealous & accidentally intimidating his s/o: Roronoa Zoro

↳ In general, Zoro isn't normally the type to get too jealous. But say the Strawhats are partying with some of the islanders they'd met that day– he probably isn't glued to your side the whole time. He doesn't have the social grace or battery that you do, lol. It's more likely that at different points he'll be off to the side somewhere with his drink, occasionally keeping an eye on you while you flit around through the celebration.

↳ He isn't the clingiest person around by far, but Zoro really does value quality time, and sometimes he gets frustrated when he doesn't have your attention. Being friendly with your crew mates is one thing, but Zoro is quicker to anger when it's his s/o being a little too friendly with some strangers they only met that day.

↳ He tries to stamp it down, because that's just your personality & he genuinely does trust you not to take things too far. He has no reason to be peeved about you just having fun at a party, like you're literally supposed to. So with that thought process, the jealousy makes him feel silly at first, like a little kid or something. That's why he doesn't want to approach you about it at first– he knows he'd feel stupid bringing it up. What is he gonna say? "Pay more attention to me"??? lmao please.

↳ So for a while, Zoro just sits there with his drink and stews over it. Why can't you pay him attention like that? Is he not interesting enough? You're supposed to be dating him, not whoever else it is you've been chatting and laughing with. The longer he watches you, the more irritated he gets, and it builds up– especially if any of the islanders are obviously flirting with you. That's probably when he decides he's had enough. He'd stomp over and probably try to drag you off without an explanation.

↳ He doesn't even know what he wants to say once he has you somewhere private. From the s/o's perspective this tenseness came out of nowhere. He's unfathomably irritated with you, and any protests or questioning from you only stokes the flames. He's so defensive too, and things escalate more quickly than you're prepared for. If you're like "Um what is your problem rn???" he'd probably glare at you, voice raising.

↳ "What's MY problem? What's YOUR problem! Out there throwing yourself at every man that even looks at you." It's an exaggeration and a terrible accusation to make, and in a calmer state, he knows that. He just doesn't fully realize it until after the argument escalates even further. Not until after his face has twisted into a snarl, not until he takes a step closer to you and for a split second, you're flinching away from him.

↳ He really feels like the biggest piece of shit when he sees the look of fear cross your face. There's a long, heavy pause where he just stares at you, the only sound being the celebration in the distance. His expression is caught somewhere between irritation and bitter guilt, his eyes gaze trained away from you. He takes a deep breath, letting it trail slowly out of his nose before he speaks again... He doesn't know what to say except, "I'm not going to hurt you."

↳ Zoro had always thought that much was obvious, and it's kind of earth-shattering for him that he made you expect him to. Even if you tell him you aren't afraid of him, that the flinch was just a momentary instinct rather than a genuine belief he would hurt you– he can't get past the thought that you were afraid of him.

↳ He probably walks away at this point. He just wants to leave you alone for a while. You were enjoying the party, he got mad over something minimal, said hurtful things he didn't mean, and then lost control to the point that he scared you. The person he wants to protect most, the person who he couldn't even dream of laying a hand on. This is more than just ruining your night, he's done something he can't take back.

↳ He's apologetic the next time you approach him. But Zoro doesn't forget this. He knows he's hotheaded, but he's also incredibly disciplined, and this isn't something he's willing to let happen twice.

[stray-kids-react]

Shy s/o doesn't think they deserve them

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° He loved your shy personality, he just wanted to cuddle and praise you all day long. Even though you are a naturally soft person, that also comes with a lot of insecurities.

° Your boyfriend is a hot aussie leader with a heart of gold who fans call daddy, you can't but feel that you don't deserve such a God like boyfriend. And he can see it bothers you.

° Chan is a sweet heart who will check in on you as often as he can even with his busy schedule, he knows having an idol boyfriend can be stressful and he wants to comfort you.

° Felix was baking brownies, which you usually helped him out with even if it is just to cheer him on as he does his thing. But both of the aussies noticed your missing presence.

° Chan waltzed up to his studio, where you often hung around when you were at the dorms. Once he walked inside he noticed your figure curled up in a chair.

° You were scrolling through some messages that were sent to you via Instagram. None of the messages were pleasant, and Chan's heart broke as he read the truly gruesome ones.

"Maybe they are right. Maybe I don't deserve you." you sighed, slumping back.

"Don't say that, you are a beautiful person inside and out who I couldn't survive without." He reassured, taking your phone away as he cuddled into you.

Lee Know

° Minho always liked you since you first met during the shoot of hellevator. He was pretty obvious with his fondness of you, but you never believed that he could like you.

° Later on once you began dating, he soon realized how low your self confidence truly was. So he made a promise to himself to try and increase it as much as he can.

° Many fans would threaten you for 'taking Minho away', but Minho would shred the letters before you could see how many there truly were. He knew it would hurt you.

° Minho is very affectionate towards you and likes to show you his love through touch. Whenever you seem down, he will cover your face in small pecks until you begin to smile.

° Has seen how come fans and staff treat you, pushing you around and telling you that you aren't worth his time. Minho took it into his own hands and protected you from them.

° He doesn't like seeing you upset or feel like a burden to him, especially since you are so special to him. Minho asked Chan and JYP if he could take at least a week off, they said yes.

"You didn't have to take a week off just for me, I am okay with your schedule." You explained, ruffling his hair.

"I know you're okay with it, but I needed to get away just for a while. And I miss you everytime you're not with me." He replied, gently placing a kiss to your head.

Changbin

° Will do anything to make you see for at least a second how important you truly are to him, he usually sends you hearts and does an adorable aegyo voice when talking to you.

° When you first began to hang out, you were very distant and almost never said a word. Changbin wanted to get to know you, so he constantly made efforts to befriend you.

° Once you opened up you Changbin, he noticed how self conscious and self critical you were of yourself. His confusion as to why you hate yourself only grew stronger.

° Every morning when you both get out of the shower, he will stand you in front of the mirror and poke every feature on your body saying that it is gorgeous and perfect.

° Likes knowing that you feel comfortable around him and that you have him to go to when you are feeling down. He wants to always be there for you and support you.

° Won't admit it to you, but he once teared up while you were asleep because he picked up a hate letter that was directed at you and he was worried that you read it.

"Your eyes, stunning. Your tummy, adorable. Your ears, cute. Your lips, kiss able. Your butt, squishy. Your shoulders, gorgeous..."

"Binnie you have five minutes before dance practice, you should really get going now."

Hyunjin

° Hyunjin is known to be a visual God in all of kpop, even though he is also VERY talented. Many people have a crush on Hyunjin, and you happened to be one of the many.

° His personality was addictive to be around, his looks were God like, and his talent was insane. Thus making it harder and harder for you to see how much he truly adored you.

° You saw yourself on totally different levels, you alwere at a ten while he was in the thousands. Your thoughts always doubting a scenario where you two would date.

° Assuming Hyunjin was just being nice to you, it became very hard for Hyunjin to clue you into that fact that he liked you. Everyone knew this except for you it seemed.

° Jisung, being a close friend to both Hyunjin and yourself. Took it upon himself to try and arrange a way for you to not be so self critical and completely oblivious.

° The next afternoon, you walked into the dance practice room which was now turned into a full on romantic dining area. Shocked as you saw Hyunjin with a rose in his hand.

"Is this for me? It can't be... There must be some sort of mistake or-"

"No mistakes, I've liked you for a while and thought I was being obvious enough. But Jisung told me that I should simply confess."

Han

° You and Jisung have been dating for a while, and you watched proudly as Stray Kids gained more and more popularity as they deserved, since they are talented kings.

° The hate comments sent towards you, and the jealous fans or occasionally staff members and idols. Those never used to bother you, but they became more frequent.

° This slowly picked away at your already small amount of confidence, over thinking everything you do or ever did. And Jisung began to notice your distressed state.

° After a performance he went up to you back stage and leaned in for a kiss, when you barely responded to it and looked around the room nervously, his heart twisted sadly.

° Jisung took you to an unoccupied dressing room, and locked the door behind you. He cupped your cheeks gently as he rested his head against yours. A small sigh escaping him.

° You felt all of the built up sadness and anger rise out of you, as tears slowly sprinkled down your cheeks. Your hands clinging onto his back as he embraced you.

"Shh shh shh, it's okay. Just let it all out, it'll be okay. I'm here for you, you know that."

"I'm sorry, I just felt like I don't deserve you and I shouldn't have been so distant, their words just really hurt."

Felix

° Felix knew it was going to be a bumpy ride seeing as he is under a huge company and his band is very popular, but he was willing to go through all of that with you.

° You and Felix were best friends before you started dating, he knew you were shy and quite distant when it came to people. He started to find it cute after a couple years.

° JYP himself has criticised you for interfering with his idols's lives. Even though you didn't interfere and honestly helped Felix calm down throughout the schedules.

° Felix was disappointed by some fo the fan's toxic behavior towards you, knowing that those types of comments will stick with you for quite sometime. You made him happy and he wished others would see that.

° The other members and artists under JYP saw you as part of the big jyp family, but even their support couldn't stop the sadness that brewed as more hate letters were sent.

° You didn't want to stress your already overworked boyfriend, so you tried to find a quiet spot to cry in. But Felix knew you too well, and knew where you would hide.

"I'm okay Lix, I don't want to stress you out since your already on a hectic schedule today. I'll be fine I swear."

"I won't leave until I know for a fact that you are okay, the practice can wait. You need me right now and I'm going to be here for you."

Seungmin

(He looks so cute! I couldn't help myself lol)

° You were also a beloved idol, and many eoopel actually found your relationship with Seungmin quite adorable. You felt lucky that there wasn't so much hate directed at you.

° Even though you both seemed to have it easy compared to other idol couples, you couldn't help but feel insecure when Seungmin treated you like a queen/king.

° Many fans of yours knew that off stage you are an adorable shy bean, but no one except for Seungmin knew why you would become so shy and distant towards others.

° Your shyness came from extreme anxiety and self image issues. You never had much confidence, and Seungmin made many goals to try and bring your confidence up.

° One day after a hard performance, you sat in front of your dressing room mirror and let your tears slide down your cheeks silently. Letting your anxiety take over everything.

° Seungmin walked in with a box of celebration cupcakes, only to have hsi smile fade once he saw the tears rushing down your features. He felt his heart sink.

"I'm sorry Seungmin. It's stupid really, but I just don't feel like I deserve you."

"Y/n, we are perfect for each other. I spoil you with love and affection because you always make me feel special and loved."

Jeongin

° You knew how beloved Jeongin was, by fans, members, idols, netizens, family... Everyone. This sent a large amount of pressure towards you once you began dating.

°Jeongin loved your quiet and calm personality, it was a nice break from the loud JYP building and Stray Kids dorms. Your shyness is what attracted him to you.

° He liked cuddling with you in your apartment, talking about nothing and everything as a random movie played in the background. It was his favorite place to be.

° You both were open with anything that was bothering you and never let something stir inside of you for too long. He wanted to be your safe haven for when you need one.

° One weekend when he was staying at your place, he noticed you seemed more quiet than usual and asked you what was bothering you. Since something clearly was.

° You snuggled into his chest as you clung onto him tighter, sighing in defeat knowing you will have to admit your feelings even though you think they seem silly.

" I feel like I don't deserve you. I mean, you are Yang Jeongin a literal angel."

"You deserve the universe and everything in it, I love you and only you. Don't put yourself down, remember how much I care about you."

[extrovertedlyintrovertwriter]

ATEEZ reaction to you being scary when mad

Scenario:- u r their s/o, u are always calm and bubbly and a happy pill like similar to Mingi. They saw u get mad for the first time.

I'm sorry it took so long..but anyways hope y'all enjoy

Joongieee

Just 2 words.....

Scared shitleSS

Never expected that sudden outburst from you

He will leave you on your own good.. knowing that...u gonna do well

Gonna leave the place and will kinda maintain distance? Cause he indeed is scared but won't admit it.

"hey seonghwa, if he/she asks where am I just tell her/him that I'm at the studio or just make any excuse, okay?" "But why joong?" "Cause I don't have a death wish."

Cue a seonghwa done face

Hwa

This *gif* is so accurate lol 😂😅

Would laugh awkwardly

Will leave u on ur own until he sees u slap the living sHIT out of the perosn u were arguing with

Will drag you away and try to calm you down

"I didn't know u had that side of urs too." "Hwa, it's just as same as ur two sides on and off stage. If u don't trust me ask ur fans." "Welll......I can't argue with u can I?" "U can....but u better know what u r getting urself into." "Ummmmmmmmm......I'm better without an argument though"

And then there u were laughing ur ass off at his comment..instantly forgetting about ur anger.

But expect him to scold u later for hitting the person even if it's for something good

"violence Is not the solution for everything, y/n."

Puppy (lol sorry 😂😅)

Saying he was scared would be an understatement

"woah woah woah!! I never knew he/she was this scary" he mumbled to himself when he saw you beat the shit out of ur competitor during ur boxing match as he/she provoked you before the combat

He would make a mental note not to annoy you/upset you or else.... Heheh 😅😅

Whenever he would notice you r upset or mad, he would let out nervous giggles and would just slip away from the situation

Would be scared if ur hand size is as big as his, cause if u slap someone with that hand of ursssss....... RIP to the person who got SLAPPED

Shy baby

Well ummm....for this guy.... Would be lowkey a brat and highkey a tease about the situation

He was soo turned on by ur sudden change of nature

He literally never saw u get mad soo...he would be either scared or be a brat (not to mention that he sometimes is 😉)

"Damn...she looks so hot."

HJ:- "u being SErioUSSS rn? She/he looks like he/she is ready to muder that person."

"I don't really care though....it's not like she/he goona hit that per-"

You hit the LIFE out of the person and that person falls on the ground

"oh crap-"

HJ, smirks and says "told ya."

"But now she/he looks so sexy."

HJ, Face palms. 🤦‍♀️

HJ:- "gotta tell ur mom (aka seoghwa😉) that he has spoiled you guys too much"

San

This guy is......fine I've got no words for this little brat.. like I mean woosan share the same braincell so yeah!!! But he's still wooyoung's junior when it comes to being bratty and tease

He's scary himself as the members mentioned themselves

So u guys would be that 'scary couple' that no one would like to mess with

Apart from that he didn't know u were THIS scary when u were angry

MAANNNN.... If I say he didn't get turned on by that, then I would be this world's biggest lier

"I never knew u could be like this. Y/n:- "hahah...look who's talking." U said sarcastically. "Because people learn only from legends." Y/n:- "time to wake up baby."

Baby giant

(I miss him 😤😭)

This kiddddd.... Will compare you to San or Hongjoong

Will be like "we already have two, now u r the third one"

But will only say this once u have calmed down cause he would be scared but won't admit it

Would be a brat? Idk

If it's directed towards him then he will use his aegyos....cause this man knows how to use his charms

But if it's a heated argument between u two, thennnnnnnn, like I mean every one have their own limits and temper, so he can intimidating too (his stage presence 🤐)

When he see u slap the hEcK out of the person, damn this brat is gonna tease u till no end

Wooyoung

(I'm a wooyoung soft stan so it's gonna be soft...)

U were currently arguing with one of ur enemies, who u guys were since ur middle school.

Y/e/n:- "y/n, u think u can beat me even if u become a martial arts champion, huh?" Y/n:- *smirks* "this will be decided inside the boxing ring" y/e/n:- *about to punch u* and u tackle him/her down and spoke in a low and scary voice but enough for everyone in the room to hear "u r safe rn because v ain't inside the ring, meet me inside the ring and I'll make sure u won't be able to talk for the rest of ur life."

"woah I got goosebumps" wooyoung murmured to San

This guy from then on would make a mental note not to pick on u much, especially during ur period.

What if u get mad at him

I can make a whole scenario for this...tell me if u guys want it

Apple breaker

His reaction when he sees the person u just now hit getting a nosebleed *gif*

Proud that he got someone as strong as him

"that's my boy/girl." YS:- "u finally found someone as crazy as u." "Should I call y/n?" YS:- "I'll stay quite." "That's my boy."

Cue a done yeosang

I don't think so that he would brag to members about how cool u were, but yeah he would be very much impressed and would also scold u like seoghwa.

DISCLAIMER:- NOT IN ANY WAY I PROMOTE HITTING ANYONE IN ANY CASE. VIOLENCE IS NOT A SOLUTION FIR EVERYTHING.

Peace ✌️✌️

Admin K

Requests are always open guys!!!!!

Also gUyssss:- so this is one of my friend's poem, so do read it and give it a like and comment if u guys like it. Link is below:-

https://itsfunwriting.blogspot.com/2021/03/a-talk-with-night-sky.html

[namelessarcher]

Hello, hope you're doing okay considering what's happening out there! Can I request for Arthur Pendragon and Merlin having a s/o that lacks self-preservation? Like they tend to overexert themselves and ignore their injuries that aren't completely healed because they wish to become a better master. They don't say it outright, but they do this to avoid another situation similar to what happened in Fuyuki

Arthur Pendragon

Arthur can see how your current path was one wrought with despair and destruction. Every step you took was filled with hardship, and he could feel the desperation in your actions despite how your words and body language showed otherwise. To those that weren’t close enough to you, they did not see how you’d always choose the riskier option over the safer choice if it meant that the riskier one would lead to fewer casualties. The real risk was never how much they’d have to fight, or how long they had to fight, but rather how safe it was for you.

Arthur does his best to keep you safe and out of trouble, but sometimes he feels like he can’t predict your actions as well as he thought he could. He understood your mindset and your rationality rather well, yet when it came down to the actual moment and you were forced to change your path, he wasn’t always at hand to stop you. It worries him immensely how you just ignore your own well-being for the sake of ending the fighting faster, for the sake of saving the world.

He gets it, really he does. He understands more so than others how important it is to protect the world and to save humanity. After all, that was his purpose as well, it was perhaps the reason why he felt such kinship and fondness towards you - that both of you were aiming for the same goal, albeit with a slightly altered path. He wants nothing more than to make sure you actually reach your goal, even if he has to put his world-hopping on hold, he’ll stay by your side as long as he can until your goals reach fruition.

But he doesn’t want to see you reaching your goals and destroy yourself in the process. Yes, there was a limit on the amount of time you had to complete and reach the goal of saving humanity, but honestly he wanted nothing more than to keep you off the field if he could. It pained him that no matter how much he tried to talk some sense into you to just take a day off, to rest for an extra 5 minutes, you’d shake your head and just trudge into the field with bandages barely replaced and refreshed.

It’s not long before Arthur finally pulls you aside, yet again, but this time with more desperation than he had anticipated to ask you to just take care of yourself properly. It doesn’t hit you until you hear the pleading tone in his voice and see the concern in his eyes. He knows that you’ve been carrying a heavy burden, and he also knows that you’ve been bottling it all up for a while now. You haven’t bothered to tell anyone the reason behind your desperation. No one knew what made you push yourself to the death. They had chalked it up to the burden of saving humanity, but when you finally admit that you had to get stronger, that you had to get better because you couldn’t afford to lose anyone else - that was when Arthur and everyone else in Chaldea realized that you were still holding yourself accountable for the events of Fuyuki.

You don’t change overnight, but you do start to reconsider your actions before burning yourself out. It helps that Arthur is always there by your side to reaffirm that your conviction and purpose is correct and that it’s valid for you to feel frustrated about past events. However, he doesn’t want you to linger on them and wants you to live for the present. He wants you to remember that the past is there to help you learn from your mistakes, not to hold your mistakes over your head for the rest of your life and making you feel like you aren’t good enough. His support and encouragement helps you realize how detrimental your previous mentality and stance on taking on the task before you was, and helps you learn from it instead of having it burden you further.

Merlin

Merlin knew what it was that made you push yourself to your limits every single time. He could still remember witnessing the despair and horror on your face when you had lost the Director. And to this day, he can still see the anguish on your face every time you wake up from that same nightmare every other day. You can still hear the cry for help, the despair in her voice and the sorrow from not ever feeling worthy. Marisbury’s cries for help echoed within you and you couldn’t help but carry those memories as a constant reminder that you weren’t good enough.

He hated it though. He hated how you took risks without even considering the consequences, and no matter how many times he’d advise you not to, you never listened. Why was that? He couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t take his advice to heart, he knew he messed around a lot, but as soon as he stepped foot on the battlefield with you there wasn’t a moment where he wasn’t serious. After all, if he had given you the wrong strategy, if he didn’t tell you all the possibilities to survive the upcoming battle, then he failed you not only as your trusted Servant, but also as your Beloved.

He does his best not to nag at you all the time though since he knows you probably have heard it enough from your other Servants, yet perhaps he should nag you more cause at least you consider his words. It’s not helpful though as he notices over time you just sit there staring at the campfire as his words go in one ear and out the other.

Merlin isn’t the type to tiptoe around the topic, nor is he the type to sugarcoat it. He can’t stand that one night you’d tell him how much you love him and how he means the world to you and that you’ll do your best to survive and live just so that you could be with him longer - and then the next morning you’re throwing yourself onto the field without a single worry or thought in your head about your survivability.

When Merlin calls you out on it, it’s perhaps the first time you hear so much anger and disappointment in his voice - genuine anger and disappointment. He’s feigned his emotions many times, in fact, to this day he still claims that he cannot feel the emotions that many others feel, yet here he was, feeling genuinely upset and frustrated with you. It startles you and brings you to tears upon hearing his anger directed at you. You never meant to purposely do this to him. You never even realized that you’ve been pushing yourself to the point of exhaustion several times.

It’s after this confrontation that you finally begin to realize what you’ve been doing to yourself, and consequently what you’ve done to others around you to basically protect you from yourself. He’s glad that he’s finally helped you see reason and logic, and honestly he’s more frightened at himself for experiencing such vivid emotions. But he can’t help but feel some sense of happiness that he finally gets to help you realize your real potential instead of letting you walk upon a path of destruction.

[thealternateuniverse]

Paradise City (Axl Rose) PART 2

WARNINGS: Sex, Drugs, and Rock n Roll (kidding) Language too.

"I told you ladies to expect visitors."

All of us groaned in frustration. "Yeah, and saw me naked."

I protested, cause Axl saw me like I'm waiting for him to fuck me, their encounter isn't horrible as mine.

All their heads turn to me.

"Okay girls, listen they won't be here for long I suggest you deal with them and talk to them about the ....well arrangement. They are harmless."

We all shook our heads.

"I can't believe this is happening."

I mumbled hopeless, there is no way I am dealing with Axl Rose.

"Beta I don't even know the guy." Katherine said shyly, I wonder who she end up with in her place.

"Seriously this is not funny and we are not some reality show women." It was Wesley who speak.

"Please bear them just for tonight. We'll talk about this tomorrow."

All of us sighed in exhasperation, what a great way to start the vacation.

The next morning is normal. When I got back last night Axl wasn't there anymore and one of my underwear is missing too ew that was nasty of him if he took it.

I don't know how the girls' night went. I haven't seen the Guns n Roses but I'm thankful we don't have to deal with them today.

Susan and I decided to have a dip in the beach and soak under the sun. Others have their own excuses, Aimee is on her period, Kath is taking a nap (she didn't get some sleep last night I guess?) and Wesley is doing her stuff.

"Are you kidding me?!" I groaned when I saw the five of them doing dumb things in the beach. I thought they were gone?

"Err- let's just not mind them." Susan said. We settle ourselves in one of the recliners and enjoyed the sun.

"How was your night?" I ask Susan. She seems okay unlike us. "It's fine, Duff was a gentleman. He slept on the couch then he's gone by morning."

So her villa is supposed to be Duff's?

"You know I really don't understand this ridicule, why are we even here?"

I just don't get it why are we in an island with Guns n Roses? It's like dealing with the wild, lucky Susan she don't have to deal with Duff.

"I guess we just have to go with the flow. They seem nice." Susan grinned. Wait....

"Oh you like Duff huh." I teased and Susan blushes. "No I'm not, I think he likes Katherine."

Who wouldn't like Katherine? She is sweet, soft spoken and beautiful.

"Well these men are ......wild." Of  course I knew them and their reputation. I bumped into them many times, being a roadie has it's perks you know and I happen to use it for my adoration towards Sebastian Bach. God the guy is pretty and I think I'm in-love whenever I see him. We had interactions because he's friends with the Crüe and I think I'm a lucky bitch.

"I don't think so. They look like they can be tamed." Oh Susan if you only knew.

Slash and Steven saw me and they went to our direction. Well they are the only two who aren't assholes and Duff also. Izzy is civil and Axl is......Axl.

"Charlie... you're here." Steven acknowledges but his eyes are on Susan.

"And you have a friend." Same with Slash who has his eyes on Susan's......bust. I throw them my water bottle.

"Hey fuckers eyes up here."

Scratching their heads they turn their attention to me. Perverts.

"Okay Susan, this is Slash and this is Steven. Slash, Steven this is Susan." Susan extended her arm to shake hands with the two.

"Nice to meet you guys." Susan smiled at them, Steve blushes while Slash scratches his head.

"Do you have any idea why we're here? Are you with this too?" I ask the two of them. The two look at each other and Steven answered me.

"No, I wasn't expecting company either. "

I guess we are all in the same page.

"If I were you, I'll just enjoy. Exclusive vacation with 5 hot guys? Life is good." Slash proudly said and Susan and I laughs.

"Come on girls why don't you join us? Let's have some walk shall we?"

I got up from the recliner seat. Su and I are wearing a two piece string bikini  and I covered it with some see through.

"Uhh I think I'm fine here. You go ahead guys."

Steven and Slash shrugs off. "Bummer."

We left Susan and we take a walk in the beach.

"I feel like anytime soon Vince will come and take our heads."

I took off my aviators and laugh at what Slash said.

"Let's not talk about that blonde bitch."

Doesn't mean there is a feud between Axl and Vince I won't be friends with other members. Motley Crüe is more handful than them and GnR are sober when they want to.

"Speaking of blonde..." Steven grins and the two of them looks at Susan's direction.

"Oh, not Susan. I think her and Duff is way better." Both of them frowned. It's true though that Susan and Duff will be a cute pair.

"Bummer Charlie. It's just a crush, I think you and Axl will be a good pair after that sex ta---" Steven didn't finish off his sentence when Slash elbowed him on the stomach.

"I'm sorry what?" Steven cleared his throat. "You and Axl will make a good pair too. Just don't kill each other."

They both laugh at me when I scowled. They keep on teasing me with Axl over the duration of our walk and I'm starting to get pissed off.

"Come on Charlie, Axl isn't that bad especially in bed. Do you know what you need?" I suppose to ask him what but Slash had me already on his shoulders carrying me like a sack and I started to scream.

"FUCK YOU SLASH! PUT ME DOWN!"  Steven being a great help at all just stood there and laugh. I screamed even more when Slash started running and throw me to the water.

"FUCK YOU SLASH!"

I rose from the water, stupid move because a I was hit by a big wave making me stumble and fell to the water again. That didn't end there because my bikini top is gone.

Steve and Slash are still laughing at me. God I wanna drown them in the water right now and why did I wear string bikinis? The riskiest piece of clothing when you are in beach.

"Yow Charlie you okay?"

I wrap my arms around myself, I don't know how to rose from the water without any top. I won't walk around exposing my tits to these guys.

I blush at the thought.

"S-Slash....Can you help me?"

My body is still in the water and I'm starting to feel cold.

"Nope. You can't make us go in the water, I know you will drown me."

I want to kick him right now, he throws me in to the water, I lost my bikini top, now I don't know how can I get out of here with decency. Susan is nowhere in sight.

"Damn it. My bikini top is gone can you help me get out of the water atleast?" That made them shut up, Steven blushed and Slash's mouth formed into an 'o'.

"W-well I'll just get my shirt."

Slash ran to their cottage and took his shirt, he went into the water and hannded it to me.

When I was done wearing his shirt I pulled him and pushed him under water.

"You idiot that was White Fox!"

Slash gasp for air when he rose. I left him there fighting for his life.

"Sorry. I'll buy you hundreds of bikinis and lingerie Charlie! Just don't drown me again." He said without any remorse.

I flip him off and walk towards my place. I need to rinse cause the salt water feels sticky all over my body.

Axl Rose is being bitchy. I don't know what got into him but I guess its just his mood swings. He has anger management issues.

"What?" His deep voice filled the thick air. He caught me staring at him.

"Nothing." I avoided his gaze and laid down on bed.

"Can you fucking move over?"

Is he serious? He could've ask nicely.

"What the fuck is your problem Rose?" I move over just like what he asked. Axl lay down next to me his forearm covering his eye.

"Not your business." He answered.

Okay, maybe he and his girlfriend had a fight.

"Wharton."

"Hmm?"

He scooted closer which caught me off guard.

His hand landed on my waist and nuzzle his head on my neck.

"What are you doing Rose?"

I tried to remove his hand but he only tightened his grip.

"Sleep Charlie."

That was the first time he addresed me in my first name.

I woke up and Axl is gone beside me. It's 7 already and I'll be missing dinner.

When I got to the common room, everyone is there already, including the guys. It's weird to see them interacting when we want to get rid of them just yesterday. Wesley and Izzy are talking, Susan and Duff is at their own little world, Kathy and Steve are both laughing probably from Steven's corny jokes, and Aimee just sat there quietly watching them. Slash and Axl are talking and by the looks of it Slash is either high or drunk because he is leaning his head on the couch with his glasses on.

I sat down beside Slash and lean my head on his shoulder. I wanted to sleep more but I'm hungry.

By the looks of it, everyone already ate dinner because of the leftovers.

"Here." Axl gave me a plate with foods.

"You were asleep so I reserved some for you."

I smiled at him, not the sarcastic one but genuine and muttered thanks.

He nodded and I started to munch the food.

I noticed some bottles of Corona ans Jack, I guess they had been drinking.

After I finish eating my food, we went to the recreation room and everyone started to play billiards, more like Wesley, Aimee, Izzy, Steven and Kath.

"Not having fun Wharton?"

Slash sat beside me on the couch he already took off his glasses.

"I just wanted to sleep." I snuggled closer and lean my head on his shoulder.

He offered me his glass of Jack which I accepted.

"Bummer. You know Axl is sending me daggers."

I turned my head to Axl's direction and he is glaring at Slash.

"He thinks I'm trying to get in your pants." I nearly choke. Why is he bothered though?

"So? What is it to him?"

Slash scoffed. "Come on, that red head likes you. He just can't get closer to you because of Vince. You don't remember what happened in MTV awards don't you?"

I can't recall what happened during that time cause I was drunk all I know is that they caused riot in the event.

Then I remember Slash is high at the moment, maybe he is just blabbering rubbish.

"You're high aren't you?" I look directly into his eyes and his pupils are dilated. Gosh he and Steven had a line of cocaine.

"No I'm not." Slash threw his arms drunkenly around me.

"Yeah, only if they had some weed here."

Drugs aren't new to me, for Mötley Crue it's their candy and I've tried it only to end up in an overdose. I'm clean now though, weed works for me.

"I swear. Axl is going to kill me anytime."

Slash hid behind me from Axl's glare and I glared at him back but he only rolled his eyes. Asshat.

"I think I'll play with the girls so he won't be sending dagger looks to you."

Slash nodded and I went to the girls and participated at their game.

We played pool and the Jack is finally hitting our systems.

Steven is high and drunk, Kath is passed out beside him, Susan stood on the pool table, dancing while Duff is trying to get her down. Wesley and I are laughing with Izzy and Aimee is just silently listening to us. Axl is now beside Slash and the two seems drunk also.

We stopped when Axl and Slash started to brawl against each other.

"Fuck off Slash."

Axl already had Slash slammed on the wall. Slash who is high among the two only smirked which pissed the latter even more.

"Axl, back off." Duff tried to pull him away from Slash but Axl shrugs him off.

All of us are drunk and its not a good idea if drunken people fight.

"Why don't you tell her Ax?"

Axl's  jaw clenched stopping himself from punching Slash.

"I told you Slash fuck off."

He answered through gritted teeth. Everyone seemed sobered up when they heard the two fighting.

"Told what Axl?" Izzy asks with confusion.

"Told Charlie about the sex----"

Slash didn't finish off his sentence because Axl's fist landed on his face.

"Oh my god!" The girls gasped.

Duff and Izzy pulled away Axl before he could throw a punch again.

"Axl!" I stood in front of Axl and stared directly into his green orbs.

"Tell me what Axl?"

Axl didn't seem to hear me and is trying to get off from Izzy and Duff's grasp.

"Get out of the fucking way Charlie."

I didn't listen to Axl, instead I moved closer to him my eyes never left his.

"Axl...." I cupped his face.

"Axl calm down....." I spoke in a soft tone hoping he will calm down.

"Look at me......" Axl listened to me and calms himself. He got off from Izzy and Duff and stormed out of the room.

I went to Slash to check if he's okay. "Are you okay Slash?" Wesley is attending him now with an ice pack. Where did she get that?

"You really need to talk to him Charlie." I nodded at him and followed Axl outside.

Axl is walking towards our villa and half run to keep up with him.

"Axl....."

He didn't turn around and fasten his pace.

"Axl, wait!"

"Fuck! Not now Charlie!" He yelled and I stop on my tracks.

"Really? Not now?! After you almost beat each Slash?"

Axl stopped on his tracks too and he turn around, eyes filled with anger.

"You don't know a thing."

"Then tell me what the fuck are you two fighting about?!" I'm getting impatient and done of Axl's attitude too. I don't know what is with him but everytime we see each other it's always bickering and insulting each other.

"Because of that fucking sex tape!"

And what's about the sex tape?

"And why am I involved?!"

We are yelling at each each other, our distance isn't that far but I'm getting fruatrated so he is.

"It's our fucking sex tape Charlie, it's out and everywhere. That's why Vince wanted to kill me even more."

This is the sickest joke I've heard. He is kidding right?!

"W-what the fuck? Are you high too like Slash?"

I wanted him to say yes but..

"Am not! Remember the MTV riot? It's because Vince found out we hooked up and he thought I am using you to get even with him. When in fact I was also drunk as you are that time."

I feel like I'm in some prank show but I'm not, I hope this is just me and the alcohol.

"And why is there a sex tape?"

If he is also drunk that time then how the hell it was recorded?

"I don't have any idea. It's out in the public that's why Vince sent you here."

I laugh. I don't know why did I laugh but fuck it my life rotated 360 just now.

"I'm sorry, Charlie I should've told y---" Axl attempted to move towards me but I stop him.

"Stop, don't be fucking anywhere near me."

I ran to the villa leaving Axl, tears streaming down my face.

I am mad at Axl right now but I'm even more mad at Vince. He did not let me decide and took control of my life. What is it to him if Axl and I hooked up? I wasn't even aware that we hooked up and now I am involve in a scandal. I can handle myself, I know Axl too because he is used to issues but what made Vince think to hide me here?

"Charlie.. open the door please." He knocks into my room. Technically his room but whatever. It's not even locked.

"I know you're mad but please let's talk...."

He's calmer now than he is 15 minutes ago, I can't help but roll my eyes.

I wipe my tears when he opened the door. I didn't spare him any glance when he entered the room, my back is facing him when he sat on the bed.

"I'm sorry. We're doing everything now to take it down."

He sighed.

I continue wiping my tears that won't stop.

"And I understand if you're mad. I'm really sorry Charlie."

Not to be sarcastic but wow. Axl Rose said sorry and shit is real because he is beside me.

I am not mad at him to Vince either even though I was earlier,  it's just that I am upset because something is happening with my life, I know Vince is just trying to protect me but I can handle myself. This issue will die down sooner or later when another band got into a fight or something, it must be also tough for Axl because it involves Vince the two was never okay ever since.

I got up from bed and face him.

"The world probably saw my tits now, and my cellulites and my stretch marks. I think my mascara was even smudge during that time amd my lipstick is everywhere." 

It's a silly remark but I don't want Axl to feel bad about himself more.

"I'm not mad at you. I'm just upset." I bit my lip and look away. God I hate crying.

Axl leaned forward and wipe my tears.

"Don't cry. I feel even more bad."

"How did Vince found out that...err-you know... 👉👌"

I felt blush crept into my cheek.

I wanted to remember how we fucked that night. Duh, Axl has a reputation for being good in bed.

"I don't know how we got there but he found us in Nikki's hotel room and that's when shit started."

I'm still puzzled why Vince sent me here when he knew that this is GnR's turf?

"Then why sent me here? I guess he is not dumb enough yet?"

I giggled thinking of Vince's  stupidity.

"We saw the tape already before it went public. Someone mailed it to Nikki and Slash. Vince even stormed in our studio and threw some punch at me after. I didn't fought back and swore to him I don't know anything about it. He took the copy from me and burned it, we thought it stopped there but the next day it's on tabloids already."

I covered myself in embarassment. My cousin, Nikki, Tommy and Mick had watch us fucking. Even Slash and I don't know who else in GnR. I won't be able to look at them straight now.

"Did you---have you watch it too?"

And I am embarassing myself more by asking him.

"Yeah and it was-----" he gulped. Probably uncomfortable talking about it.

"I didn't knew you were.........insatiable."

I plopped down to bed and covered my face with a pillow.

It was obvious I took control that nght.

"Kill me now." I mumbled and Axl laughs. He didn't help at all.

"Sorry. I've put you to this. Your life is peaceful and now..."

"Come here."

I patted the space beside me and he obliged by lying beside.

"Shit happens and it will be gone soon." I said hoping it will assure him that it's not just his fault because we were both responsible for what happened.

"But still everyone saw you naked already. "

I slap his arm. "Don't remind me Rose."

"God how I wanted to kill everyone. Including Slash."

Again, why is he so hard with Slash?

Hmm?

"Why are you so mean to Slash? And speaking of... you punched him."

Being the sass he is, he rolled his eyes.

"He saw the video and you were having too much fun it bothers me."

I gasped. Axl Rose how is he bothered? Unless...

"Are you jealous?"

Axl leaned forward until our faces are only inch apart.

"What the fuck do you think?"

Oh my god.

"Hmm. Try harder Rose.."

"Sleep Wharton."

I couldn't help but smile. I like Axl, who wouldn't? even before if only he wasn't acting like an ass.

"Sleep baby. We'll have a date tomorrow."

He kisses my forehead. I snuggled to him and his hands landed on my waist.

"Nice try Rose."

One thing is for sure. I am loving the Paradise Island.

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For Keith Imagine them getting into a really bad argument, so bad it's near a break up. But they don't discuss it further because they have a mission next And his SO dies in that mission, either by saving someone or by being reckless. Bonus He finds a letter later where they actually apologized but never gave it to him

….damn such angst… I love it! Not sure if you wanted a scenario or some headcanons so I’m just gonna write some headcanons if that’s alright haha It’s much easier on me. So sorry it took me so long to get to your request!

Keith:

The last thing he ever wants to do with his S/O is get into a fight with them but every couple fights

It’s been said time and time again that Keith is hot headed and he tends to snap when he’s yelling, especially at Lance

So really the last thing he’d ever want to do is yell at his S/O and have it result into a really bad fight

But one day, him and his S/O broke out into an argument on whether or not his S/O should go on a particular solo mission that was quite dangerous

Keith was quick to voice his objects, volunteering that he go instead rather than his S/O

But his S/O wouldn’t back down, telling Keith that they can handle themselves out there and that he doesn’t need to protect them

Keith is extremely protective over his S/O and will do anything to keep them out of harms way

So imagine his frustration when his S/O told him that they don’t him protecting them

He just snaps, telling them that of course they need him because every mission is dangerous and his S/O doesn’t know what they are up against 

Keith didn’t mean it as an insult but it sort of came out as one and the room fell dead silent 

“Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence in me Keith. And here I thought you believed in me but I guess I wrong. Maybe we’re better off without each other.” His S/O says before they leave the room

Keith is both hurt and angered by his S/O’s last words 

Of course he believed in them! He really hadn’t meant to insult them and he really didn’t know what to do

So Shiro pulls Keith out of the room, because Shiro is really the one who can call Keith out on his stuff without getting snapped at

Shiro tells Keith that he needs to apologize because if he doesn’t, he might regret it later and lose everything the two of them had together

But Keith is still fuming and thought it might be best to calm down first before talking things out with his S/O

So he goes to train for a while, punching out his frustrations as he does his best to calm down

When he’s calm enough, he takes a deep breath and walks in the direction of his S/O’s room

He’s hesitant to knock on their door because he can’t find the right words he wants to say and he doesn’t want to accidentally offend them again

“Y/N, I love you more than anything and I don’t want us to end, not like this please. I really want to talk. Whenever you’re ready. I love you, just please know that and I know you’ll be great on the mission tomorrow.” Keith will say without knocking and turns to walk away

He said what he could but he didn’t know if his S/O was even ready to talk so he was going wait until they were but he also wanted them to know just how much he cared about them

But their chance to talk never came…

The mission came and was quite successful but it came with a heavy cost 

Keith’s S/O had been helping citizens of a planet evacuate while the Paladins fought off yet another robeast

A child had fallen behind and was stuck so his S/O ran back to save the child, picking them up as the ran back towards the group of people

Yet shots from a few Galra soldiers fired in their direction, hitting them directly in the shoulder and in the leg

They screamed at the child to run as fast they could back to the group and the child did as told

One silencing shot was fired and the Paladins who had been watching every second of the evacuation fell silent as they watched their friend’s body go limp with blood pooling around their head

Keith let out such a scream that no one had ever heard before from someone

His worst fears had come true, his S/O was in fact dead from a single shot to the head

The team had finished the mission, refusing to leave the body of their friend behind 

And once they returned to the Castle of Lions, no one spoke, no one cried, everyone in so much shock that their bodies refused to anything but walk and breathe

Shiro again takes a sort of lead, telling his friend that they need to sit down because this was truly the worst day of his life

But Keith just wants to sit in his S/O’s room and be alone for a while and everyone just let’s he be

Keith just stands his S/O’s dark empty room, just starring at their empty bed where he thought they should be right now

But then he remembers it, the image of it playing on a constant loop in his brain and that’s when he falls to the floor

Keith slams his fists into their bed over and over again, cursing at whatever being could hear him

It was then a small piece of lined paper falls to the floor in front of him, the paper addressed to him

So of course, Keith stops, picking up the piece of paper and begins reading it to himself

“Hey Keith, I dunno if this will ever get to you or I’ll just tell you it all up front haha, I’m sorry for what I said back on the deck. I know you meant well by wanting to protect me and I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. I took it completely out of context and shouldn’t have. I’m really sorry, truly I am. I just thought you didn’t believe in me but I’m glad I talked to Shiro and he made it clear that you meant well by what you said. So I hope we can talk tomorrow after the mission and just forget this whole thing happened. Okay? And I love you, more than anything. See you tomorrow.  Love, Y/N”

Keith breaks down at this point, full of heartbreak and a deep pain that he swore it physically hurt

He let out such a wail of pain that it could be heard throughout the castle and the paladins just bowed their heads

Even Shiro who stood outside the door, had never heard his friend cry in such a way before

It was truly the worst day of Keith’s life

Sorry these headcanons aren’t very good haha Thanks for the request hun! ~Admin Mae

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One Night | Chanyeol x reader smut

Summary: Chanyeol being an idol and your boyfriend was stressful. So when the man starts coming home late at night, angrily throwing things around and confronting you, things become hectic.

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I'm writing this in class and I'm bored so don't @ me also I think we need more angst smuts out there because personally I get turned on when my s/o becomes aggressive I swear its not weird.

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You stared anxiously at the clock waiting for your boyfriend of three years to come home, your bed growing colder and colder as you chewed your thumbnail. This wasn't normal for him. He always got home immediately after practice and if not, he would call you to make sure you didn't wait up for him, (which you always did, anyway), unless he was on tour; which he very well wasn't because you knew his schedule. It was getting later and later, almost midnight, and still no sign that he was coming home, no phone call, nothing. The thought of anything bad happening to him was starting to scare you.

Just when the clock was about to strike 12, you heard keys jingling as the front door creaked open, and then to your bewilderment, slammed shut loud enough to scare the dogs in the apartment next door. The man groaned loudly at the barking, threw his keys in the glass bowl before the corridor, and began rummaging through the kitchen cabinets for something.

You had tried so hard to be quiet. For some reason, luck wasn't on your side, for when you took one step out into the living area, the floorboard had creaked, and his movements had stopped.

Chanyeol didn't mind it, though. He didn't even turn back to face you, simply continued looking through the cabinets, tossing the components to the floor without a care for the person who organized them weekly (that was you). "Fuck!" He barked, throwing an empty pill bottle across the room after he'd emptied everything out onto the floor, and then proceeded to kick things out of his way. He stalked over towards his book bag, all bunched up with things, and then emptied said things out onto the floor.

"Babe," you chirped, walking closer towards the man who resembled a crazy person right now, "what are you looking for?" You kneeled down beside him, about to reach a hand out to his shoulder to console him, but he only smacked your hands away without answering.

Now you were annoyed, crossing you arms over your chest sternly. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

The man groaned, throwing his bag across the room and breaking an ugly vase you didn't really care about. You stared at it boredly as it was knocked from the table stand and shattered against the floor. He stood up abruptly, still having yet to respond, and then muttered a slew of curses when he attempted to clean his mess and ended up cutting himself.

Sighing, you never knew what to do when he'd gotten so angry he didn't know what to do with himself. The man was very happy, yes, but the passion could also be flipped into a negative emotion if someone or something had been so inclined to make him that way. It was frustrating, sure, but you had gotten use to this behavior, and the usual aftermath that was having to clean up after him, replacing the things he had broken, and then accepting the apology flowers he bought you the next day to compliment the new vase.

You always bought vases you didn't like.

"Where is it?" Now his attention was directed towards you, his eyes bulging from his skull, implying his next phrase was to be an accusation. "Y/n, where is it?"

"Where's what?!" You tutted your arms up, motioning the offhand materialization of whatever it was he wanted.

Chanyeol groaned again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "The fucking painkillers, babe! Where the fuck are they? I have a fucking headache and I can't find one goddamn pill in this apartment—," he kicked over the vase stand, causing you to raise your eyebrows.

"We have Advil in the bathroom—where its always been." Shakingly, you pointed towards the bathroom beside your bedroom, but knew this was more than just a silly headache. Chanyeol never got physical over a headache, in fact, he had become soft and mushy when he had those.

What was happening was way more than a stupid headache.

"No, I need something stronger." The man was on the verge of tears and you couldn't understand why. Never had he directed his anger towards you, and you usually just let him ride it out until morning because aside from throwing a temper tantrum like a five year old, he had no clue what to do with his anger. "Fuck, babe. Can you just fucking get them?" He croaked, his frustration turning into a red face as he sunk to the floor.

Rolling your eyes, you got the Advil from the cabinet and a glass of water, kneeled in front of him as if he were a child that needed guidance, holding both items out to his face. He rubbed his eyes, scooping up the pills from your hand with his lips and drinking the water that you had brought him, his heart thumping in his ears.

You rolled your eyes again and stood up to get ready for bed, but this action only seemed to annoy him further.

"You're not gonna ask what happened? I'm kind of in distress, here." His long leg stretched out, kicking over the organized items from the coffee table. Said items being the paper work that took you days to organize for your clients, scattering around and about your living area like gigantic confetti. For some reason, you felt your blood bubble up in the form of seeing red, your own anger internalizing as you remembered the nights of sleep you missed getting everything down before you had to go back to work. You had called the banks, closed deals over the phone which was especially difficult, talked some of your clients out of whatever stupid decision they were about to publicly make, and managed the social media accounts of upcoming artists.

Suddenly, a laugh bubbled out into the air from the pit of your stomach, your legs carrying you towards the dish rack filled with nothing but wet glass plates. And you snapped. Your body had flickered towards him as fast as the glass left your fingers, the item smashing against the wall he was leaned against and causing the man to bolt up from his seat.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Chanyeol clamored, his large frame closing the space between you, but you didn't care. You threw another plate at his feet, not meaning to hurt him, but meaning to destroy things the same way he did.

"Me?!" You yelled with a condescending chortle slipping passed your plump lips, "oh, so now you see how crazy you act! Here!" And another plate went flying across the room, forcing him to back away from you if he didn't want to get cut again. "Do you know the week I had sorting shit out for ingrate idols determined to fuck up the careers they wouldn't have if I didn't exist?! Do you know the phone calls I had to make—despite being on my paid time off after a mental break down at the office—to make sure nobody fucked anything up while I was gone?! Those fucking papers, Yeol. Those were everything I did! I'm so sorry that your pretty leg hurts after hours of practice!"

Chanyeol scoffed, his own laugh bubbling out into the world, throwing his sweater off because of how stuffy it was becoming in your apartment. "Oh, so you automatically assume that that's what happened?! That I hurt myself during practice?!" He laughed again growing closer towards you, "no, my asshole manager just told me that the album we worked really hard on for months—the concept, choreography, lyrics—was quote on quote, 'too real' for the crowd that we have! Because we sing for twelve year old princesses who can't understand that fairy tales aren't life! They take my artistry for a joke, and my own girlfriend can't even see that."

"What are you even talking about?!" Your voice was only elevating the more he continued to speak. "I support you, I just don't like when you come home like this and do this," you motioned around you, bringing to his attention what a mess he had created, "and you think its okay that you act like a child, but its not because you're a fucking adult and I'm not your mother! I can't do everything!"

Having heard enough, he slammed his fist into the wall that had suffered the most, creating a new hole you would have to plaster some time in the near future. The idea of it made you rub your temples before you encouraged such behavior further by beating the shit out of him.

"I swear, you're so fucking immature! Whose going to fix that and then find the right paint shade? Me! That's who the fuck!"

"Oh, shut the fuck up, already! You're not the only one who works hard!" He spat.

You laughed, however pissed off you were, "you do realize that neither are you!"

Chanyeol suddenly spun to face you, his frame towering over you with each step he took, a passion in his eyes you couldn't quite understand; a mix of lust and infuriation glinting in his eyes. The atmosphere had grown steamy as his body completely trapped your's against the kitchen island, breaths mingling together as you breathed heavily, but the anger was still there. All these emotions had translated into lust for the man, his sexiness vibrating in the fact that his muscles had been showing since he tore his hoodie from his body. Damn him for being so attractive, maybe you could stay angry enough to deny what you knew was about to happen.

His lips roughly encapsulated your's, your arms instantly latching around his neck as he pulled your legs up around his torso, firmly gripping your ass. You always loved it when he'd present his strength during foreplay, letting you know just how little control you had for the moment, or exactly what you were in store for.

Chanyeol was always rough during sex, but he had managed to become extremely rough during times like this, when hate-fucking would commence to end whatever dispute had put a strain on your relationship. Maybe it wasn't the healthiest antic, unlike talking about it, but you weren't ones for talking, anyway, so it didn't matter.

He walked you over towards the dining table, his breath still heavy and hot against your neck as he brought one arm out to clear the items from the table and dropped you against it for a moment to pull away and remove his shirt. You did the same, hastily pulling off the article of clothing, but he beat you to removing your bra, or simply ripping it from your body like an animal. He was always so needy when he was upset, but it was hot as hell and you didn't like that bra, anyway. You let a moan slip, your juices already soaking up your underwear when he dipped back in for another aggressive, sloppy kiss, the sound of his unbuckling pants and heavy lip smacks of pleasure the only thing that could be heard. You trailed your soft fingers down his solid chest, passed his torso, and down to his throbbing manhood beneath his underwear, the touch eliciting a groan that vibrated against your lips and felt like heaven.

Continuing to palm him, feeling his bulge grow harder than a street pole, he forced his tongue into your mouth, not having time to ask permission, and feeling his dominance slip away whenever you took action against his body. You moaned, his hands playing around with your nipples, his hips thrusting against your's harshly, forcing the tables to turn to his own control against you. "Fuck," you mumbled in ecstasy, your head becoming so fuzzy with want, it was almost painful. Seriously painful, he'd sunk his teeth into your jaw and collarbone, and then harshly sucked at the soft skin around your neck, forcing a hiss to bubble in your chest. Not the kind of painful that would have stopped you—the kind of painful that excited you, that turned you into the lewd person you were beneath the professional face you wore outdoors and in front of other people.

Chanyeol was the only person who got to see you in this state. This state of enjoyment, with your head thrown back in pleasure, and your back arched at the feel of his tongue swirling around your hard nipple. Whimpering, your body squirmed, but no other words had bothered to leave your esophagus. Not like they could, his hand was secure around your throat, only enough to assert his power over you. "You talk such a big game when you're angry, baby girl. Where'd all that go?" A smirk had painted his lips, those lips that had stopped midway to tease you. He was always trying to challenge you and it was annoying.

Whimpering again, you tugged at the waistband of his underwear, throwing your head back simply because you didn't want to talk. You panted as his hand slowly slipped down your stomach, beneath the hem of your underwear, and then finally, inserted his two fingers in without uttering a word. Something had tried to force its way out—words—but you choked them back, moaned, and shook your head. "Please, Yeol," you begged, "Fuck me, already."

Chanyeol didn't waste time. He didn't bother with the fact that you were already soaking up the cloth for him, (even though not much had happened), or tell you that you were dirty for getting turned on by his aggression. He tore the soaked up cloth away from your womanhood with such haste, the damn things had split from the middle and hung loosely around your middrift. And as if a shitty warning, or lack thereof, couldn't get better, he clutched the ring of your waist with his nails scratching at the surface of your skin and slammed into you, forcing you to scream out his name, followed by a slew of curses and your body shuddering. "Fuck!"

He grunted loudly, his speed picking up as his jaw tightened, his own curses falling from the tip of his tongue. His body dipped down into yours, connecting his mouth to the rim of your jawline, biting and sucking at the skin that made your knees weak. Your legs around his waist had forced him in deeper, the feeling of his body against yours driving you mad. You needed more. You needed his hands to scratch at the skin of your back, to elicit any kind of pain to bring your body where it needed to be, and that's exactly what he did. His hand kept scratching up the side of your plump ass, then roughly kneading into your breasts, and your own nails had dug themselves into the skin of his back, drawing out a hiss from his soft lips and encouraging him to move harder.

"Chanyeol!" You moaned quite vocally, the neighbor's dogs barking again, but neither of you cared. Chanyeol had only be determined to release his energy, and to break your body in the only way he knew how to. He wanted to fuck you so senseless, you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow and he'd have to stay home with you to continue what you two had started. He pulled out completely, all of suddenly, and just as abruptly had slammed his entire length into your core, hitting that special spot that had you throwing your head back against the table and moaning ever so passionately. "Fuck, babe! R—right there! Don't stop!"

"I wasn't planning on it." His gravel road voice spewed, his large hands forcing your hips down whenever your back curled up, the actions leaving bruises against your [color] skin. Chanyeol had slowed his pace, not relishing in the idea of coming before you, his own close end rearing when he'd still had yet to satisfy you, and had transferred to long, hard strokes that made your breath hitch in your throat. He latched his lips back to your's, keeping the energy alive by forcing his tongue back into your mouth for further exploring, winning his own game of dominance, and reaching down to rub your clit to accompany his rough strokes. When he felt he was good to go faster, he slammed his palms beside your head and reverted back to his previous pace.

There was a knock at the door, but the both of you ignored it, and instead, he shoved his fingers in your mouth.

"You're fucking loud, you know that?" The man grunted into your ear, feeling your teeth sink against his fingers as you suppressed the urge to whimper his name. Straightening his posture, he lifted your leg over his shoulder with his free hand and came down again to continue his mouth work, his manhood hitting that spot again. That spot that knocked the air from your lungs and sent you for a ride on cloud 9. The spot that made you inhale sharply despite his fingers, and curl your nails around his skin at the sensation coiling in the pit of your stomach.

"Mmf, oh my god," you mumbled against his hand, your eyes rolling back behind your head. "C-Chanyeol, I'm c-coming," the words had fallen from your mouth with the saliva build up around his fingers, the sight alone making his own pleasure an irresistible feat.

"Me, too, baby," chanyeol groaned into your neck, and then placed an unusually soft kiss against your cheek, letting you know that he, too, was coming to his end. "Go ahead, already. I wanna feel you." He whispered, his pace becoming sloppy when your walls caved around him from the release of pressure in your abdomen, the feeling had you shaking in your spot, drawing out a long, loud moan from your throat. Chanyeol had made his own grunts, pulling out shortly after you had come, and releasing his load onto the palm of your hand with a sharp inhale and exhale of a grunt.

"Fuck," he muttered, letting his body fall next to yours on the other side of the table, exhaustion beginning to consume him.

You could've sworn you were seeing stars with the way your body continued to shake, but you could feel his messy hair suddenly resting against your shoulder as your breaths fought to come to a slow. Neither of you spoke, especially not at times like this, when you'd both have to realize how toxic hate-sex could be. But by God, it was the only time he could truly get you off where one orgasm was all you needed.

"Is this healthy," he was hesitant, but continued after a few more pants. "I mean, are we healthy?"

Thinking for a moment, you shrugged your shoulders, truly having no concrete answer to the question he'd just asked you. "I don't know. I don't care," yeah, that's what you were going with, "I like it. I like how we are. Because its confusing, and its weird, and maybe others can't understand—but I think its sexy as hell. You're fucking hot when you're angry."

Chanyeol chuckled sheepishly, his cheeks tinting pink despite how confident he was just a minute ago. "Okay."

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You have an amazing writing style!!! I hope more people find your blog but I also hope you don't get too stressed about it :) I was hoping for an imagine with kokichi, saihara, kiibo, and chihiro with a male s/o that gets into trouble for crossdressing too often? Good luck with your blog! I'd love to talk to you one day!

First of all, thank you so much, sweet sweet anon!! I deeply appreciate the kind wishes and words. I’d love to talk to you sometime, too! Feel free to send me a message or another ask any time. I’ve had a sudden influx of requests today, which I suspect is due to saishuhara, so if the mod for that blog is reading this, please take my thanks! That was basically a promo when you reblogged my post, haha. I managed to get two of them done today, which is pretty good for me, personally. Requests are still open for now! Although I got around six of them just today.

Secondly, I wasn’t sure when you said that the male s/o gets into trouble for cross-dressing too often whether you meant the reader got in trouble with the character or a third party, so I kind of did both. Hopefully, this is okay! Also didn’t do bullet points…if you don’t mind… and it’s a bit cheesy!Icon credit to danganwlw!

Without further ado, here you are, under the cut bc it’s long:

Kokichi, Saihara, Kiibo, and Chihiro x Male S/O that Gets in Trouble for Crossdressing Too Often

Kokichi Ouma

Of all things to walk in on today, he was not expecting to see a high school girl with a white dress shirt tucked neatly into a plaid skirt, her legs stuffed in thigh-high black tights.

But he didn’t blink or freeze. It was a normal occurrence by now, after all. He strolled on over to the girl and tapped on her shoulder as she sat at the cafe table by the window, dreamily staring out into the streets.

“Hey, I’m here now. Did you order yet?”

She shook her head, her hair shifting slightly as she did so.

“No, I was waiting for you.”

Kokichi sighed inwardly. Again, with that voice, too. But he didn’t comment, only lifted the menu to take a look at the selection of items. He could see the girl shrinking in her seat out of the corner of his eyes, and decidedly to pointedly ignore her and try to make her squirm some more.

What? This was a classic case of boys bullying the girl they like, you say?

Except for one thing.

The high school girl was, in fact, a boy. It was hard to believe, looking at his softly curving lips and slightly sloping chest, or even the delicate shape of his face. But without a doubt, Kokichi knew his s/o was a boy, even if he chose to dress like a girl all the time.

Kokichi set down the menu with a loud snap as it hit the table, and his s/o winced.

“So, are you ready to order?”

You reached to your collar and adjusted the ribbon around your neck nervously, avoiding Kokichi’s direct gaze.

“A-Are you mad at me?”

Kokichi was stolid before offering an apathetic expression as he looked at his trimmed nails.

“No. What gave you that impression?”

You sighed, your shoulders sinking miserably.

“You’re lying, aren’t you. Why are you mad at me?”

He looked back at you, and his dark eyes, shimmering with something you couldn’t quite make out–irritation? disappointment?–bore into you.

“Why do you think, my dear s/o?” Without waiting for an answer, he plunged forward. “Because I’m dating a very handsome boy, yet somehow only this girl always shows up for our dates. She’s pretty, sure, but she doesn’t match up to my boyfriend in the least.”

Your head droops as you slump in your seat, looking away from those eyes.

“I… Sorry. I feel better when I’m dressed like this,” you whisper, feeling shameful.

Kokichi reaches across the table and grabs your hands in his, tugging on them lightly.

“Look at me, s/o.”

Your eyes meander up the white buttons on his uniform and meet his eyes.

“Yeah?”

You can feel him squeeze your hands warmly as he says his next words, a rare display of genuine, pure affection.

“I’m not saying you can’t crossdress or that there’s anything bad about it. I just want to see my boyfriend make an appearance once in a while. Is that so wrong? You’re beautiful both ways, but I like you better when I see you in yourself.”

When was the last time you heard such honest words from him? No beating around the bush or overt lies, just the truth. You supposed this really did matter to him. And knowing that you, the plain you, was wanted just as much or maybe even more than the female version of yourself was unbelievably comforting. You felt your eyes water slightly as you nod shakily.

“Okay, Kokichi. I’ll come to our dates dressed as myself in the future.”

Kokichi seemed to gain an idea upon hearing you say this, and you swear you saw a lightbulb pop up above his head and a pair of devil horns grow on his head.

“Why don’t we go dress you as yourself now?” he smirks.

He drags you off to your home, and stumbling into your bedroom, he pulls off your clothes with almost childish excitement, plum eyes vividly glowing with amusement.

“Wait, Kokichi! Not there!”

You can imagine what happens next, smexy times or a comforting show of love & affection!

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi was out on a date with his boyfriend. At least, he was pretty sure the beautiful girl walking beside him was his boyfriend.

Shuichi didn’t really mind the cross-dressing, but he did feel on edge whenever someone catcalled you because it was completely possible that someone could follow you home or attack you, even though it hadn’t happened yet.

“So–wait, Shuichi. Are you listening to me?”

Your voice, pleasantly in the countertenor range, interrupted the detective’s thoughts. He opened his mouth to reply but was promptly stopped by the sight of a delinquent sliding an arm around your shoulders. He could feel his senses bristling with danger and anger.

“Hey, sweetie… If your boyfriend isn’t paying attention to you, why don’t you come and spend time with me, instead? I’ll make sure to pay plenty of attention to you,” the guy leered, and Shuichi had to stop himself from throwing a punch at the man Kaito-style.

“Please take your hands off of my boyfriend,” Shuichi gritted his teeth.

You both saw an expression of confusion overtake the man’s ugly features as he grimaced.

“Wait, did you say boyfriend? Do you mean to say that this girl is a cross-dressing pervert?” But before either of you can say a word, he continues speaking. “Nah, you must be trying to throw me off the trail. I’m not going to let go of such a good catch so easily,” he licks his lips, and you shudder as you slip out from under his arm, grabbing Shuichi’s arm tightly.

“I’m a ‘cross-dressing pervert,’ as you put it. If you don’t believe me, I’ll take off this shirt in front of you,” you reply, glaring at him ferociously.

Your reply doesn’t faze him, and he just smiles, unbelieving.

“Then show me.”

You let go of Shuichi and rest your hands on your shirt, ready to pull it off of you, but Shuichi’s hand rests on your own, to stop you and in order to protect you.

“He doesn’t have to prove anything to you,” Shuichi says. You’ve never heard his voice like this before: dark, unforgiving, cold.

The guy stares at Shuichi hard, but seems too pusillanimous to do or say anything in response to Shuichi’s hard tone of voice, and walks off.

You feel yourself let go of a breath you’d been holding, and Shuichi lets go of your hand, creating a strange emptiness inside of you.

He turns away and starts walking away, so you jog over to catch up.

“Thanks for protecting me, Shuichi,” you say gratefully. But he doesn’t respond, and his gold eyes seem much more turbid than usual as he continues walking forward forcefully.

When you call out his name, he doesn’t respond, only keeps walking, and you can only follow after him like a lost puppy. He felt so distant from you as he stormed ahead of you, less than a foot away physically, but so far away in heart and mind.

Finally, the two of you enter your shared apartment, and once inside, you tap him on the shoulder lightly. He turns to face you, and you see what he’s been hiding from you.

Shuichi’s eyes are full of conflict and sorrow, and the corners of his lips edge down as his eyebrows slant toward the center of his face in exasperation.

You’re afraid to look at him, but you do, anyway.

“I-I’m sorry, Shuichi,” you stumble over your words as you wring your hands anxiously. “I didn’t mean to get us in trouble, honest…”

His features soften, and he steps toward you.

“I’m not mad at you, really. It’s just that I’m tired of worrying about you being followed home by some stalker or being attacked by a creep. I feel like the level of danger you’re put into elevates when you’re dressed as a girl,” he says quietly.

You nod, and involuntary tears come to your eyes.

“D-Does that mean…” your lower lip wobbles, and you try to regain control as you wipe away a tear. “Does that mean you want to break up with me? Because you’re tired of me?”

He shakes his head almost immediately, placing firm hands on your shoulders.

“No! That’s not what I meant at all. I just wondered if maybe we could compromise and have you dress normally now and then. I worry about you, even more, when I’m not with you,” he replies, a note of desperation in his voice.

“Okay, Shuichi,” you sniffle. “I’ll crossdress less, then. I don’t want to make you worry any more than this, and getting into situations like that isn’t fun, either.”

He lets his arms fall to his side, and you embrace him, leaning into him and taking in his scent. Clean, with a hint of soap and mint. His voice buzzes warmly in your ear when he speaks.

“I love you, s/o.”

Kiibo

Kiibo didn’t really understand why you crossdressed so often, but he knew it made you happy, and that was all he really needed. That is until you got in trouble with the teacher for cross-dressing to school almost daily.

“What have I said about school uniforms and properly adhering to the dress code at school?” your teacher asked strictly. Well, rhetorically. “This is unacceptable behavior. If you come to school dressed as a girl one more time, it won’t just be detention this time. You’ll be suspended from school for at least two weeks.”

You pouted, pursing your pink, glossy lips defiantly.

“Why must I conform to social norms? I’m not harming anyone by cross-dressing, so I don’t see why it’s such a problem!”

Your teacher smacked a textbook down on the desk in front of you, making you jump in your seat in alarm.

“It’s indecent, young man! This is where you learn to be a working member of society, and you’re doing a pretty shoddy job of it right now with your tomfoolery.”

You crossed your arms, annoyed.

“I can be a working member of society while cross-dressing! I’m the person who gets the highest grade in this class; I always set the curve, and I clean up the classroom when my classmates are too lazy.”

Your teacher only pushed up their glasses.

“Regardless. You must come to class tomorrow in the mandated attire. You’re dismissed now.”

You nearly leaped out of your seat, and ran out of the classroom with your bookbag, almost running straight into Kiibo’s metal frame.

“Whoa! Sorry, Kiibo. Are you okay?”

The robot nodded.

“Perfectly fine. I suspect bumping into me would cause you more damage than it would to me,” he states matter-of-factly.

You laugh, carefree despite just being lectured by your teacher.

“Sure would! Where should we go hang out today? My house?”

Kiibo agreed, and walked with you to your house, listening to your idle chatter.

However, when the two of you sat in your bedroom and you ranted about being scolded for cross-dressing, Kiibo interjected.

“Sorry to interrupt, but why do you crossdress every day, anyway?”

You hadn’t expected such a direct question from Kiibo. Then again, you supposed all of Kiibo’s questions were to the point. You ran your fingers through your hair nervously.

“Well… It makes me feel better about myself. And it’s fun to dress as someone else.”

Then Kiibo asked the question.

“Why do you need to feel better about yourself?” he questioned.

You were about to answer, but Kiibo continued talking. “The way I see it, you are already more than good enough. You as your normal self is better than any girl you could crossdress as, even if it is fun. You could crossdress on your own personal time if you just wanted to do it for enjoyment.”

Taken aback, you don’t respond for a moment, only staring at the robot. At this, Kiibo flusters, his blue eyes averted from yours.

“Did I say something weird? Sorry, s/o…”

You shake your head, an abnormally joyful grin spreading across your face like Nutella across toast.

“Nope. I think that was just what I needed to hear, Kiibo.”

You stretch your hands out and take his own metallic hands in your own warmly, and Kiibo flushes red.

“W-What are you doing? Is this what humans call a reward?”

You chuckle at his innocent question.

“Naw, I just did it ‘cause I felt like it. Because I love you so much, Kiibo,” you smile radiantly, your eyes sparkling with delight and affection for the roboboy sitting in front of you, who was currently blushing an even deeper red.

“Sometimes I wish Professor Igarashi hadn’t installed blushing functions on me, so I wouldn’t be so transparent… But it does make me feel more human, so I like it. I can feel my love for you more deeply this way.”

Chihiro

It wasn’t uncommon for you and your boyfriend to be mistaken for a pair of girlfriends when out and about, especially seeing as both of you crossdressed almost all the time. And now was one of those instances.

A pair of those grody guys were hitting on the two of you, telling you two that they could give you a good time and inching way too close for comfort. Polite rejections didn’t work, and you were rapidly losing your temper.

Then one of them put their hand on Chihiro’s shoulder, and that was the final straw. You lost it and flew at him in a rage, punching him solidly in the jaw, and you swore you could feel your knuckles bruising as the guy staggered back. They threw dirty looks at you before leaving the scene, the man clutching his jaw.

“Shall we go home, s/o?” Chihiro asked, looking worried as he glanced between your furious face and the furiously red knuckles of your fist. “I think it’d be best to ice your hand.”

You grind your teeth, thinking about how you hadn’t wanted those goons or your temper to ruin this date, but acquiesce, seeing his anxious face. You knew Chihiro definitely wouldn’t be able to relax or enjoy the date if he was worried about your hand.

“Let’s go, then.”

On the walk back, you rant to Chihiro about the men, and he pitches in here and there but seems too distracted by your injury to make a meaningful contribution to the conversation.

Once home, Chihiro has you sit down on the couch in a surprising show of firmness, and in a flurry leaves and returns with a first aid kit, which he opens to reveal cloth bandages with space for ice that he’s brought in a box to ice your knuckles. He’s quiet as he works, and you don’t want to distract him from treating your injury, but you feel the need to say something.

“Hey… I’m sorry I ruined our date. I was really hoping to spend more time with you outside, doing something fun together,” you say softly, feeling guilty.

He raises his head from his kneeled position in front of you, and you see surprise and equal amounts of guilt on his face.

“It’s not your fault… I’m sorry, too. If we weren’t both cross-dressing like that, maybe they wouldn’t have stuck to us for so long.”

You shake your head, tightening your mouth into a line before opening it to reply.

“Don’t apologize for their brash behavior. You know what? I think I’ll dress normally more from now on. I want to be able to protect you before it comes to me punching some jerk in the face.”

Chihiro blushes momentarily, averting his eyes shyly.

“Well, but I don’t want you to have to compromise like that, either. Although I’m honored you’d do something like that for me.”

You smile affectionately, and put a hand to his face, cupping his cheek and placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

“It’s not a compromise if I’m doing it for you. You know I’d do anything to protect you, and I’ll be less on edge too this way.”

He smiles back shyly.

“If you say so. Thank you, s/o. You’re too good to me.”

[hqimaginess]

Hello can I request a scenario where Tsukki has been neglecting his s/o so the s/o wanted to break things off with him and he was just like 'whatever' shruggs and ' just remember that I wasn't the one who ended things but I don't hold any grudges so idk call me if you need help' and the s/o sort of got close to Yamyams and Tsukki sees this and... please decide how it ends. (: Sorry if this is too specific! (: Thank you in advance! (:

Hope you like it!

“We should take a break.”

The words were simple enough, even an idiot could understand what that phrase meant. But somehow, for an unknown reason, he couldn’t find it within himself to properly process these words. “Sorry, what?” was all he could ask, and so you repeated yourself, “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

“Why?” again, a question.

Your frown deepened as you thought of just what to say, a heavy pounding continuously beating in both your head and eardrums as you stared at him, with him staring back holding just as little focus. You took a deep, weighted breath before speaking, “I love you so, so much. But at this point, it hurts way too much. I can’t recall the last time that you’ve gone out of your way to talk to me. This past month you’ve cancelled four dates, always because of a new reason. It’s always been me showing any effort, and it’s killing me. I love you, I’ll say it again and again and again. But I don’t have it in me to go on like this anymore.” These words equally shocked the both of you. He wouldn’t have ever expected such a level of honesty in your answer as the one you gave him, and neither had you, really. For a good, long moment, all the male gave in reply was a small, breathy, “Oh.”

Tsukishima was never good in situations like these.

Actually, Tsukishima was never good at expressing how he truly felt in any situation, which was how he ended up with this problem in the first place. His heart was beating dangerously fast, his palms were clamming up, his breath was quiet, yet jerky. He was anxious, and he was desperate, but never knew how to show any of this. And thus, he stared at you with that deadpan expression, as he always did. “Well,” his throat felt oddly dry, swallowing seemed to be getting increasingly more difficult, “If that’s what you want, then I understand.”

You cast your eyes downwards, breathing out a small sigh. During this whole time, you had just a small hope that maybe he would’ve fought you on this, that maybe he would show any sign of anger at you for suggesting such a thing. That maybe, today would be the day he finally would give back all the emotion you’ve been begging for him to show all this time.  That hope, however, died as soon as you grasped onto it, when you looked back up only to see his mostly expressionless face. You took a rather difficult gulp and nodded to his comment, mouthing a croaky, awkward “Yeah.”

You decided that now was your cue to leave, and so you gathered your things as quickly as you could manage and turned to leave, taking a few steps towards the door before you looked back once more to steal one last look at your now ex boyfriend, with your eyes reflecting such a sadness that words could not dream to convey. And for a moment, just a mere moment, you swore you could see that exact same sadness reflecting back at you through those deep golden brown hues. But only for a moment, it had disappeared just as quick as it had formed. So, finally, you took your final steps through the doorway and shut the door behind you, your heart feeling as if it had dropped deep down into the pit of your stomach with no hope of returning. Little to your knowledge, he was experiencing that exact same fear.

Two days had passed now, and you were already starting to wonder if you could have done things differently. ‘Maybe if I just had talked to him? Would that have worked? No, stupid. Remember how many conversations you had with him. Well, it doesn’t matter, anyway. It’s over with.’ You were interrupted from your fairly miserable inner argument as you collided with someone, which knocked the both of you over. After you grimaced in pain for a few seconds, you opened your eyes to see who had knocked you over, causing your eyes to widen. “Yamaguchi,” you commented in surprise right before you stood up and held out a hand to help him up. “Oh! Uh, hi..” Yamaguchi spoke with much uncertainty, which you understood the reason behind very much. The air between the two of you very quickly grew very tense, the atmosphere became so thick you could cut through it with a knife. Several moments passed without either one of you knowing where to lead the situation. With you, being the ex of his friend. And with him, being the friend of your ex.

After taking a handful of seconds to think it over, you suddenly spoke, “Say, could I talk to you? Since it’s lunch we have some time left.” Even if he would have wanted to, Yamaguchi wouldn’t have had it in him to say no, not to you, not ever. And so he gave a small nod, following you to a bench that was nearby, but mostly out of sight. “It’s about Kei,” you wasted no time in beginning the conversation with you talking the immediate moment you two sat down next to each other.

“I assumed as much.”

You waved your hands around slowly in frustration, trying to grasp just the right words to say. “Yamaguchi, do you understand him? What he’s thinking?” that was definitely not how you had wanted to word it, but it got the meaning across, nonetheless. He didn’t directly answer your question, but spoke words that he hoped maybe would clear your confusions, “Tsukishima doesn’t like to look stupid. If there’s one thing he fears the most, it would be that. It scares him, the thought of opening himself up, leaving himself exposed, only to face rejection. He fears it more than anything else. And so he acts aloof, even more so with the people he’s most concerned about.”

The entire time he spoke, Yamaguchi refused to face you, his eyes remaining straight ahead of him. However, you stared at him as he spoke, eyes never once leaving his face as you took in every word of his. Somewhere, deep inside, there was a part of you that knew this. But just like him, you were scared, especially after putting yourself out there so many times, completely vulnerable to his will, to only be denied again and again. “I tried so hard. I tried and I tried and I tried,” your voice grew shaky, and without realizing it, your hand reached out to grab his. The gesture was not romantic whatsoever, simply you seeking any form of comfort that you could get in that moment, “And all I ever got was him looking the other way.”

Yamaguchi returned your hand and sighed, before looking at you and giving a subtle, yet joking smile, a blush on his face which seemed to go unnoticed by you, “I know that. How do you think I feel? I’ve had to deal with his nonsense since Elementary school.” To this, you gave a soft, cracking laugh while closing your eyes, in turn making the brunette’s heart flutter deep within his chestt. You then hummed in acknowledgment to his comment, nodding your head before leaning your weight on him, resting your head in between his neck and shoulder, “Is this alright? Just for the remainder of lunch, I’m suddenly really tired from all this drama.”

Yamaguchi didn’t say yes, but he didn’t say no, which gave you the message that he wasn’t opposed t0 the gesture. Your eyes were directed to the ground, and so you couldn’t see his expression, fortunately for him. A blush painted itself across Yamaguchi’s face as he stared down at your figure, his heart thumping so thunderously, he worried whether you could hear it or not. To put it frankly, was in love with you. It was wrong, and it was beyond messed up, but he was in love with you, his best friend’s ex. He knew it was wrong to feel so much joy by all of this, and yet his stomach and heart both continued to to back flip with excitement. In that moment, he acted  more on impulse possibly than he ever had before. The boy leaned down a small amount, and gave a soft, careful peck to the top of your head. The touch was so very light, leaving you to mistake the ghost of the kiss simply as the wind, thankfully.

For a moment afterwards, his eyes broke away from your half sleeping figure to look upwards, causing him to almost choke in surprise. He stared into the window which lead into the school hallway, and his eyes were met with a very familiar pair of golden brown irises. It was Tsukishima himself, and from the look in his eyes, Yamaguchi could infer that he’d seen what the brunette had just done. “Tsukki,” Yamaguchi began, his voice quiet yet at the same time panicked as he hoped to try and find a way to explain just what had happened. But his words were cut short, as Tsukishima simply clicked his tongue and turned on his heel, a signature move of his but this time with more weight behind it than ever before. He walked away from the two of, while leaving behind a sense of betrayal so thick Yamaguchi felt he could have been suffocated by it. He wanted to stand up and chase after the friend that he clung so dearly onto for so many of his  years. However, something held him back, or someone. His eyes returned back down to you, and he sighed. Today, for the first time in all the years of knowing one another, Yamaguchi would not apologize. He would not go running after his friend as he always had. For there was something, a force stronger than any friendship he’s held, that kept him from doing so.