#but to me it makes perfect sense that he is overprotective of her

[forlibcrty]

normal morning (thinking about jennifer scott)

[aliyahwritings]

PROTECTIVE INSTINCTS.

Summary: Rafe Cameron gets into a fight, and Sassy!Kook!Reader helps him clean up his wounds.

Warnings: childhood friends, overprotective!rafe, alcohol/coke mentioned, blood, dumb ahh inlove, annoying mf.

Words Count: 3163

A/N: my first 'official' post ohmygawwddd!!!! i hope you will all like this. u can imagine this out of the obx plot bc in this universe sarah and rafe lowk get along and she's not w topp*r. i imagine rafe being 20/21 and reader is js a year younger

Getting an invite to Topper's party was supposed to be the highlight of your week—a chance to let loose, drink, dance, and maybe sneak in a smoke or two. You were determined to have fun. You and Sarah had been buzzing about it for days, thrilled at the idea of a night out after what felt like an eternity of being buried under schoolwork. It had been ages since either of you had gone to a party, and with all the stress piling up, you needed the break.

But, of course, Rafe had to go and ruin it by reminding you that he existed and was going to attend the party.

As the night of the party arrived, you spent way too much time getting ready—your reflection in the mirror repeatedly checked as you perfected your messy dark eye makeup. Black heels on, strapless mini-dress in a black fabric. The waist is drawn with a thin, satin black ribbon into a neat bow. The skirt flared out slightly, you knew you looked stunning. Sarah had already sent you a dozen texts about how she couldn’t wait to hit the party, and you were just about ready to go.

When you arrived at the party, it was even more packed than you'd expected. Music thumped through the house, bodies swayed on the makeshift dance floor, and the smell of coke, smoke, and alcohol lingered in the air. Sarah grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd as you both laughed. That was exactly the chaos you both needed.

"God, I've missed this!" Sarah shouted over the music as we moved to the dance floor. You smiled, matching her energy, the rhythm pulling your bodies into a sway.

For a while, it was easy to forget everything—school stress, drama, even Rafe’s looming presence at the party.

That is, until you saw him.

Rafe Cameron, leaning against a wall with his usual arrogance, a bottle of beer in his hand and his eyes scanning the room like he owned the place. It wasn't long before his eyes landed on you, and as usual, he didn’t look away. His eyes tracked you from across the room. He always watched you—like it was his job to make sure you were okay, even though you made it clear you didn’t need him playing bodyguard.

You groaned inwardly. 

“Just ignore him,” Sarah whispered in your ear, sensing your mood shift. “Come on, let’s dance.”

And you did—letting the music take over as you moved with your friend, blocking out everything else. For a moment, it felt like maybe, you could enjoy the night without thinking about him. You walked away from your friend to get both of you a drink but as you arrived at the bar, a guy who you didn’t recognize walked up to me, his breath hot and alcohol-laced as he leaned in too close, his voice low and crude.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he said with a smirk growing on his face. “You look stunning tonight. That dress—damn, it’s doing wonders to your body.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore him as you focused on getting your drinks. “Thanks, but I’m not interested,” you replied coolly, turning slightly away from him.

“Oh, come on now,” he pressed, undeterred. “Don’t be like that. I could make your night a lot more fun. I know how to show a girl a good time. I could take you somewhere private, just you and me. I bet I could make you feel better than any of the other guys ever could.”

You felt your stomach churn, irritation rising as you glanced around for an escape. “I really don’t think so,” you said firmly, your patience wearing thin. “Just back off, alright?”

But he stepped closer, invading your personal space even more, a cocky grin plastered on his face. “Why're you playing hard to get when we both know you’re a slut. You don’t gotta pretend with me, baby—”

You rolled your eyes, about to insult him but the sound of a bottle smashing to the floor before Rafe’s fist collided with the guy's face.

“Say that again,” Rafe growled, his voice deadly calm as he grabbed the guy by the collar, pulling him close. The crowd around you froze, the music blaring in the background as Rafe’s knuckles bled from the punch he’d just thrown.

The guy stumbled, trying to mumble something that sounded like an apology, but of course, Rafe wasn’t done. His jaw was clenched, his eyes burning with a fury that sent chills down your spine.

“Rafe!” you shouted, pushing through the frozen crowd to get to him. “Let him go!”

But he barely heard you. His focus was locked on the guy, like he was two seconds ago from throwing another punch. It took Topper and Kelce rushing over to pull him off before things escalated any further.

The guy backed away, rubbing his jaw, his eyes wide with fear. “I-I didn’t know, man—”

“I don’t fucking care. Get out of here!” Rafe yelled, cutting him off, his chest still heaving with rage.

You watched as the guy walked away, his tail between his legs. Your attention shifted to Rafe, who turned on his heel and headed towards the stairs. You followed him with your eyes as he ascended until he disappeared into one of the rooms upstairs, shutting the door behind him.

You glanced around, searching for Sarah. When you spotted her you waved to catch her eye. She looked over, and you mouthed, “I’m going to check on Rafe.” Sarah gave you a quick nod.

With a deep breath, you pushed your way through the crowd and made your way upstairs, the noise from the party fading into the background as you reached the top. The hallway was quieter, the air heavier. Without hesitation, you headed straight for the door you saw Rafe disappear behind. You didn’t even think to knock; there was no need for formality between the two of you. It wasn’t in your nature to tiptoe around Rafe, not when you’d known him your entire life.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. He glanced up when you entered, surprise flashing briefly in his eyes before it was replaced with that familiar guarded expression.

He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off, “What the hell is your problem, Rafe?” you told him, crossing your arms on your chest. “You can’t just go around hitting people!”

He stood up, glaring at you. “He deserved it,” he shot back. He turned away from you, pacing the room like a caged animal. “Did you hear the shit he was saying to you? You think I was just gonna stand there and let him talk to you like tha?”

You sighed, frustrated but not entirely surprised. This was Rafe—impulsive, overprotective, and always ready to throw a punch when it came to you. “Yeah, I heard it, Rafe—he was talking to me. And I could’ve handled it. I don’t need you acting like my knight in shining armor.”

His head snapped up at that, and he took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Really? You think you could’ve handled him? Because from where I was standing, he wasn’t taking no for an answer.”

You huffed, shaking your head. "That’s not the fucking point! You always do this. You’re always trying to play the hero when no one asked you to." You met his gaze with a hard stare of your own, refusing to back down.

Rafe’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as he stepped even closer, closing the distance between you. His voice dropped lower, almost a growl. "Maybe I’m not playing. Maybe I actually give a damn when some asshole thinks he can talk to you like that."

His proximity made the air between you feel charged, and you had to fight the urge to step back. Instead, you held your ground, your heart pounding in your chest. "And maybe you should learn to pick your battles instead of flying off the handle every time someone so much as looks at me the wrong way," you shot back, your voice just as sharp as his.

His lips twisted into a smirk, though there was no humor in it—just frustration. "Pick my battles?" He echoed, his voice low and dangerous. "Like you would ever let me. Every time I try to protect you, you act like it’s some kind of personal offense. Like I’m doing something wrong by giving a damn about what happens to you, Y/N."

You scoffed, crossing your arms tighter across your chest. "Because it’s not about me! It’s about you needing to feel like you’re in control of everything. You can’t just punch your way through life, Rafe."

"It’s not about control. It’s about not letting anyone treat you like that. I’m not gonna stand by and watch it happen. Not when it’s you."

For a moment, the room was silent, the weight of his words hanging between you. You sighed, the fight slowly leaving your body. “You’ve always been like this, you know?” you said, your tone softening just slightly. “Even when we were kids. You were always ready to defend me.”

His expression softened, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, well, some things don’t change.”

You shook your head, biting back a smile. “You’re impossible, Rafe Cameron.”

He let out a low laugh. “Yeah, I’ve heard that before.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real bite behind it. The anger between you was fading. He infuriated you, but deep down, you knew his heart was in the right place—even if he had a habit of making things way more complicated than they needed to be.

Rafe’s eyes lingered on yours, the tension still there but different now. He stepped closer again, but this time, there was no anger in his movements, just something more... deliberate. His voice dropped, barely above a whisper. "You looked good tonight, by the way."

Your breath hitched, and before you could stop yourself, you met his gaze with a smirk of your own. "You’re just now noticing?" you teased, though your voice came out softer than you intended.

"Trust me, I noticed the second you walked in."

You cleared your throat, breaking the intense moment between you two. “Let me see your hand,” you said, trying to refocus on something else.

Rafe raised an eyebrow, his usual cocky smirk creeping back onto his face. “What? Worried about me now, princess?”

“Hardly, but you’re a mess and someone’s gotta clean you up before you bleed all over Topper’s sheets.”

He grinned, stepping back slightly and letting you grab his hand. His skin was warm under your fingers, and you tried to ignore the way your pulse quickened as you turned his hand over, inspecting the damage. His knuckles were raw, a few cuts oozing blood.

You glanced around the room, spotting a small bathroom attached to the guest room. “Sit down,” you ordered, nodding towards the bed. Rafe didn’t argue—surprisingly—but the amused smirk never left his face as he sat down, watching you with that intense, unblinking gaze of his. You walked over to the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinet until you found some bandages and antiseptic wipes.

When you returned, Rafe had leaned back against the headboard, legs spread slightly, his arms resting on his knees like he was waiting to be entertained. 

“Hold still,” you said firmly as you sat on the edge of the bed beside him, gently taking his injured hand in yours. 

"Careful," he teased, his voice low and husky. "I might start thinking you actually care."

You shot him a quick glare, your eyes narrowed. "Or maybe I just don’t want to deal with your whining if this gets infected."

He chuckled, the sound deep and almost... seductive. "Trust me, I’m not the whining type. You, on the other hand, love getting under my skin."

You ignored his comment, though the corners of your mouth twitched in amusement. “Here you go, telling lies. Unlike you, I am responsible—something you wouldn’t understand.” 

Rafe’s smirk widened, his blue eyes locked on yours as you worked. “Yeah? Is that why you spent half the night trying to avoid me?” He tilted his head. “You’re terrible at it, by the way.”

“Maybe I was avoiding you because I knew you’d do something stupid. And look, I was right.”

“So, you were watching me all night, huh? Didn’t realize I was that distracting.”

“More like I could sense the chaos coming from a mile away,” you shot back, the corner of your mouth twitching despite your best efforts not to smile.

“Admit it, you’d miss me if I didn’t cause a little chaos.”

You snorted, playfully nudging his good shoulder. “Miss you? I think my life would be way more peaceful.”

He gave a dramatic sigh, clutching his chest with his uninjured hand. “Wow. You really know how to wound a guy. If I wasn’t already bandaged, I’d need another one for my heart.”

You smirked, shaking your head. “Please, Rafe. You’ve got an ego the size of this entire house. I think your heart’s just fine.”

He chuckled, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Maybe. But you like me this way.”

“Oh, do I now?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “And what makes you think that?”

Rafe leaned in just a little more, that teasing grin still plastered on his face. “Because, no matter how much you complain, you’re always right here. Taking care of me. Telling me I’m an idiot. It’s kind of your thing.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, though the sass in your voice was playful. “It’s called charity work, Rafe. I should be getting paid for dealing with you.”

He laughed, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before flicking back up. “Oh, I’ll pay you back. Trust me.”

You tilted your head, giving him a sly smile. “Yeah? And how exactly are you gonna do that?”

Rafe’s grin widened at your challenge, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He shifted a little closer, the air between you growing even more charged. “Oh, you’ll see, princess. But you’ll have to be patient. I know that’s not your strong suit.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you leaned back on the bed, crossing your legs. “Patience? With you? That’s asking for a miracle, Cameron.”

He chuckled, his hand resting just beside your thigh. “Miracle? More like a blessing. I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you, and you know it.”

You shot him a look, narrowing your eyes playfully. “Best thing? Don’t flatter yourself. You’re like a stray dog that keeps following me around, begging for attention.”

Rafe smirked, leaning in so his face was closer to yours, his voice dropping low. "And you love the attention. Don’t act like you don’t.”

“Please, the only thing I love is the peace and quiet I get when you’re not around.”

He let out a mock gasp, putting a hand over his chest. “Ouch. Again.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Dramatic again. Besides, you can dish it out, but you can’t take it.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, that cocky grin never leaving his face. “Me? Can’t take it? You must be thinking of someone else, sweetheart. I can take anything you throw at me.”

You leaned in a little, matching his energy. “Anything? That sounds like a challenge.”

He tilted his head, his blue eyes locking onto yours, full of playful intensity. “It is. Go ahead, try me. What’ve you got?”

You pursed your lips, pretending to think for a moment before smirking. “Alright. How about this? For starters, you’re predictable. Every time something doesn’t go your way, you throw a tantrum or a punch, like you’re still a spoiled little boy.”

Rafe’s smirk didn’t falter, if anything, it grew. “Predictable? That’s rich, coming from someone who’s always acting like she doesn’t care when we both know she does.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed. “I don’t care. I just know how to deal with your dramatics.”

“Right. That’s why you followed me up here, bandaged my hand, and now you’re sitting here flirting with me,” Rafe said, his tone smug.

You blinked, caught off guard for a second. “Flirting? Don’t confuse taking care of your stupidity with flirting, Cameron.”

He leaned even closer, his lips just inches from yours now, his voice a low, teasing whisper. “Oh, so this isn’t flirting?”

You bit your lip, fighting the heat rising in your cheeks. “No. This is me being nice because you’re too dumb to take care of yourself.”

“Sure it is,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that husky tone that always made your heart race. “You’re really bad at hiding it, you know.”

You raised an eyebrow, challenging him. “Hiding what?”

Rafe grinned, his gaze flickering down to your lips for a split second before meeting your eyes again. “How much you like being around me.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “You’re delusional. I’m just here so Topper doesn’t kill you for bleeding all over his stuff.”

“Uh-huh,” Rafe replied, his thumb lightly tracing circles on your thigh, the gesture casual but full of tension. “And I’m sure you’d leave the second I’m patched up, right?”

You blinked, but your voice didn’t waver as you answered, “Absolutely. As soon as I’m done here, I’m out.”

“Really?” His eyes sparkled with challenge, his breath warm on your skin. “Then why haven’t you left yet?”

You faltered, trying to keep your cool, but his proximity was intoxicating. “Because... You needed help for your hand and I couldn't let you be miserable.”

Rafe chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. “Always gotta get the last word, huh?”

“Someone has to,” you shot back, but your voice was quieter, less sharp as the tension between you both thickened.

He watched you for a long moment, his gaze intense but soft at the same time. Then, with that infuriating smirk still on his face, he leaned back slightly. “Alright, I’ll let you win this round. But don’t think I didn’t notice how close you got just now.”

You rolled your eyes, standing up from the bed. “I was checking your hand, not getting close to you.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, princess,” he teased, watching you as you walked toward the bathroom to put away the bandages.

You turned back to him, shaking your head with a smile. “You’re annoying.”

“And yet, you keep coming back,” Rafe quipped, standing up and stretching.

And he was right…

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[moonstruckme]

Hi 🥺 can I pretty please ask for a fic with emt!marauders treating and helping reader get through getting stitches? Maybe having a huge fear of needles and they always make her so faint and nauseous so the boys fix up their clumsy girl and coach her through getting them because it’s just the absolute worst time ever?

Hi lovely, thank you for requesting! These always get so long because I get wrapped up in the semantics haha. I don’t think this is an accurate reflection of how things work for paramedics, but for the purposes of fiction we’re gonna ignore that :3

Cw: needles, hospital, mention of nausea

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 2.1k words

James is murmuring what you imagine to be placations into the side of your head, so quietly you can’t make them out, and you’re doing your best to keep your hand completely still as a nurse cleans the cut on your palm. 

Sirius is watching you from beside the small bed with tension written all over him. He’s digging his fingernails into his biceps and looking like he might actually jump the nurse if she makes a wrong move. 

“Where’s Remus?” he asks, not for the first time. 

“He’s just finishing up with another patient,” she answers again. “He’ll be here shortly.” 

As eager as you are to see your boyfriend, dread curls like vines around your ribcage. James, sensing this, presses his lips to your temple. 

Ordinarily, paramedics don’t handle stitches, but at your request and after some sweet-talking on James’ part, the director agreed to let Remus see to you. What was staunchly not allowed, however, was for anyone not currently on shift to step in, so your remaining two boyfriends are stuck providing emotional support. James seems to be taking this better, whereas Sirius has been antsy and overprotective since you’d arrived. 

A fraction of the tautness in his biceps dissipates when a familiar set of quick footsteps draws closer on the tiled floor outside your curtain. The nurse is the only one who doesn’t seem to notice, the three of you perking up like meerkats the moment before Remus pulls back the curtain, stepping inside. 

“Hi,” he says, a small, automatic smile curving his lips at the sight of all of you. 

The nurse finishes with perfect timing, tossing the wipe into the trash as she starts to leave. You and Remus both thank her, and once the curtain closes the four of you in together everything feels suddenly more right. You hear James sigh softly.

Remus gets closer than he was willing with a colleague present, wrapping a kind hand around your elbow and soothing upward from there. “Hi, darling,” he says again, softer now. “They tell me you’ve had a kitchen accident.” 

“Totally intentional,” James jokes. “We all just really missed you, needed an excuse to visit.” 

You try to laugh for his sake, and though it’s not fully felt it still helps to loosen the knot of unease in your chest. 

Remus smiles gently. His thumb strokes up and down the back of your arm. “How are you doing?” he asks you. 

You do your best to smile back at him, though from Sirius’ expression it must not be very good. “Honestly? I already feel kind of nauseous.” 

“That’s okay,” he promises, and you can tell he’s making his voice extra low and smooth on purpose. Any other time you might laugh at him for it, but actually it’s quite helpful. “It makes sense to be a bit nervous, yeah? But you won’t feel anything, and so long as you don’t look at it while I’m working I think we’ll be all right.” 

Remus looks you in the eyes for a moment longer to make sure you understand. His eyes are the color of tea steeped just the way you like it, warm and honey-sweet. And maybe you’re feeling vulnerable and mushy, but you think you fall a little more in love with him. 

You nod, letting him take your injured hand. 

“I have to numb it,” he warns you, “and that will likely be the hardest part, but once it’s done things will go fairly easily. Okay?” 

You press your lips together, nodding again not because you want to but because you know you don’t have much choice. James readjusts his hold on you, gripping you tightly with one arm around your shoulders and the other folding your head into his chest. You suspect it’s partly to keep you from moving and partly because he knows you need it, but it feels as though he’s just doing his best to give you a continual hug. You appreciate the effort. 

You follow the movement of Remus’ hand as he picks up a syringe from the tray the nurse had brought in. There’s that odd tingly feeling of the blood draining from your face, the awful queasiness in your stomach. 

“Don’t look,” Sirius tells you, voice just as caring as it is tense. You can tell he’s trying to calm himself for your sake, even if he’s not very good at it. You’ve heard from James and Remus that he’s cool as a cucumber when he works with other patients, but when it’s you or someone he cares about he can’t help getting a bit rattled. “You’re okay, baby, just close your eyes. Think of something else.” 

You can manage the first but not the second. When you feel Remus shifting his hold on your hand your breaths shallow. 

“Quick poke,” he murmurs, and your grip on James tightens as his does on you. 

Though you think you’re prepared for it, a mortifying pained sound rises in your throat at the sting. Both James and Sirius make their own sympathetic shushing sounds, but then it’s done, and Remus is murmuring praises while James presses kiss after kiss into your hair. 

You open your eyes to find Sirius has moved closer. He passes you a vomit bag, and you take it thankfully, trying to breathe through the closure in your throat. 

“You’ve got it,” he tells you, brows knit together by both sympathy and concern. “You’re okay, it’s already over with.” 

“I don’t really feel like I’m completely out of the woods,” you try to joke. The truth to it tightens something in you nonetheless. 

“You won’t even feel the rest,” James assures you, still with his lips stuck to you like it’s his job. He smells nice, his eucalyptus shampoo cutting through the icky hospital scent. “You’ll hardly know it’s happening, lovie, we’ll just talk about other things and be out of here before you know it.” 

“I really don’t want to faint,” you say. “I feel like today has been bad enough without fainting.” 

“I’m inclined to agree,” says Remus. You’ve been avoiding looking at him, wary of catching sight of another needle or worsening your nausea by seeing your cut, but his gloved hands are empty. He cradles your injured hand in one, the other drawing a tranquilizing path up and down the side of your thigh. “You won’t faint, sweetheart. We’ll do our best to keep you distracted, and if you need to take breaks we can do that. It’s whatever you need.” 

You blow out a long breath, nodding. Remus gives you a small smile. 

“I only ask that you don’t hold any of this against me,” he teases. “I’m going to require lots of assurance that you’re not upset when I get home.” 

James coos, sounding like he’s considering pulling Remus into your hug as well. 

“No, I know this is all my own fault,” you admit. Sirius huffs his agreement. “I could never hold my clumsiness against you.” 

“I appreciate that.” Remus sends Sirius an intrigued look. “Though maybe I’ll have to make it up to you by cooking, since it seems like you could be barred from the kitchen for some time. Can you feel that?” 

You blink at him. “Feel what?” 

“Good.” 

Remus starts messing with things on the tray again, and both James and Sirius seem to come to attention, James putting his arm around your head again while Sirius pulls up a chair by the bed. 

“The medicine’s working,” Remus tells you, “so I’m going to go ahead and get started, okay? Just try and relax for me, sweetheart.” 

Your eyes go automatically to what he’s doing, but Sirius says sharply, “Hey.” 

That gets your attention, and he gives you an apologetic look, gentling his tone as he takes your good hand. 

“Just look at me,” he tells you. You don’t know if he knows it, but his thumb is tracing a line below your thumb that’s exactly where your cut is on your other palm. “Are you okay to talk, pretty girl?” 

You hum. It comes out high-pitched and shakier than you would’ve expected. 

“Why don’t you tell us about that book you want Remus to read?” 

For a moment, surprise eclipses your anxiety. “You really wanna hear about that?” 

Sirius grins. “No, but you’ve got a captive audience. If I were you I’d seize my chance.” 

You start to smile back at him, but then there’s an odd tugging sensation on your hand. Sirius notices the change, moving to block your view with his hand before you can look towards Remus’ work. Still, your stomach rolls uneasily. Your head feels unnaturally light. 

Sirius says your name firmly. “Tell us about the book, baby.” 

“It’s…” You fight to solidify your thoughts. “It’s a true story.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. I thought it was fiction, but it’s not.” Another tug, and you whimper. “Sorry, I don’t feel well.” 

“You’re doing great,” James says, and Sirius takes the bag from you, opening it up in case you need it. “Just stay relaxed, we’ve got you.” 

“What’s the true story?” Sirius asks, trying to get you back on task. “What’s it about?” 

“This guy,” you answer. “He’s from Syria, but he lives in New Orleans and he’s there when Hurricane Katrina hits. I’m not that far in, but so far it’s about, like—” you swallow “—how he’s discriminated against even when he’s helping people.” 

Though you try to stop it, a tear skids down your cheek. Sirius wipes it away gently. “Yeah?” he asks you. “Are you liking it so far?” 

You nod, feeling more in your own body as you try to focus on the conversation. Even the panic is a bit of a relief, better than the strange weightlessness of your head when you’re on the brink of passing out. 

“I don’t think I would have picked it up if I’d known it was nonfiction,” you tell Sirius. He smiles wryly, which looks like it takes effort. “I usually only read fiction, but this was done really well.” 

“I think you’re right,” he replies. “Remus absolutely should read that.” 

“Not you?” James teases. 

Sirius shoots a mean look over your head, though you can tell he’s relieved at the familiar banter. “Are you volunteering?” he asks James. “No? Didn’t think so.” 

“Surely there’s a movie version we can watch instead. Lovie, do you know?” 

“I haven’t heard of one,” you admit, “but the book’s a bit older, so maybe the movie came out before I’d heard about it.” 

“We’ll have to look it up,” Sirius decides. “If it’s really that good, there’ll be a movie.” 

That’s something you could argue about forever, and he knows it, but just then you hear something snip and Remus says, “There.” 

“There?” you echo. 

Sirius looses a breath, and James hugs you tightly. “You’re all done, angel,” he says brightly. 

“Oh.” You feel, perhaps, not as relieved as you ought to, and Sirius chuckles at your confusion, taking your face between his hands and planting a kiss between your brows. 

“You really are done,” he promises you. “You killed it, babe.” 

James loosens his grip on you and Sirius moves his hand, letting you turn your head to see Remus securing a bandage over your palm. He looks up at you when he pulls off his gloves, pride and fondness mingled in his expression. His eyes narrow at the look on your face. 

“Hug?” he guesses, and you nod as you sit forward, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. 

It’s the closure you need, relief dissolving the tension in your muscles and gut as Remus’ thumb strokes your nape reassuringly. “Thanks,” you mumble into his shoulder. 

“You did it, darling,” he tells you. “Nothing to thank me for.” 

“Before I bled all over our counter, I was cutting tomatoes for pasta tonight,” you say. “I’ll finish it up when I get home so I can thank you with dinner.” 

Sirius scoffs loudly. “Yeah, fat chance. You’re not going near another knife for the rest of your life.” 

You roll your eyes as you pull away from Remus, but he raises an eyebrow at you, smiling faintly. “I’m with him on this one,” he says. “At least a temporary kitchen ban is in order.” 

You groan, leaning sideways until your shoulder rests on James’ chest. He wraps his arms around you automatically. “You guys are so lame,” you gripe. 

“Don’t worry, lovie,” says James, kissing the side of your nose lightly. “I’ll finish your pasta when we get home. Everybody wins.”

[llonelygoddess]

Yandere House Stark Headcanons

A/N: I ended up not doing Bran and Rickon only because I wanted to get this out sooner rather than later and they were a little difficult to write for. If you'd like to see headcanons for them I can definitely make another post for them, just let me know.

Let's say you are a low born person looking for refuge in Winterfell after your village was sacked by Wildlings. You had hoped to find some tavern to hold up in or even a brothel, but unbeknownst to you the Stark family kept an eye on newcomers. When they received news of your arrival, they requested your presence. It was only to talk about the possibility of nearby Wildlings, but when YOU showed up beaten and scared for your life- how could they not offer their Stark hospitality?

This is where the yandere tendencies begin.

Ned Stark, as a yandere, is protective and definitely has a savior complex. He's an honorable and just man that can't help but bring home strays, so when he sees you it's like finding Jon all over again. A deep sense of responsibility comes over him and he knows in that moment that you are just as much his as any of his kids. From that day forward he assigns a room for you in the castle and a handmaiden to keep you company, not that you'll be needing it. The family of course is shocked at his sudden interest, but they all love to see him happy and nothing makes him more happy than seeing you taken care of.

Now Catelyn is initially worried that Ned has taken a romantic interest in you, but when she sees the way you both interact she understands the fatherly bond he is trying to create very similar to his own kids. It didn't take long for her to fall into her own yandere tendencies; checking in on you in the mornings, making prayer wheels even when you're not sick, helping in the kitchen to make sure your food was perfect ( and not poisoned). She takes her role as your surrogate mother very seriously,sometimes to the extent of watching you sleep or ordering guards to discreetly watch over you and report back. Her biggest worry is that you'll be taken away from them so she takes extra precautions to keep you safe.

Robb is head over heels for you instantly. Man is down bad. Much like his father, Robb has a savior complex and finds himself wanting to be YOUR savior always. He does this by training extra hard with Jon, keeping an eye on you at all times, and giving threatening looks to any man or woman who gets too close to you. He doesn’t mean to scare away any potential friends but he does mean to scare away potential lovers. He couldn’t bear to see you with anyone outside the family, and even then he has a sword up his butt about it. 

On the other hand, Jon takes a while to warm up to you. He loves his family and is vicious to outsiders who could harm them. Eventually, seeing how you interact with everyone makes him a tad jealous. Not of you, but of his family and how easily they can approach you. I definitely see Jon as an overprotective/stalker yandere with strong jealous tendencies that make him beg for your approval. He finds himself wherever you are, lurking in the background, waiting for the right moment to catch you alone. Jon feels like himself around you and the more time you spend together the more addicted to your presence he becomes. 

Theon is hands down THE worshiper of the group. It's a hot take for sure but as a yandere, I see Theon's insecurities and fears taking over, slightly similar to reek!Theon. He sees you as a deity, above the Lords and Ladies, even above the King/Queen themself. If it were up to him he'd be the one giving you your meals, running your baths, standing by your side as guard. He cherishes your very presence and hopes one day you'll see his never ending loyalty to you and only you. 

Sansa is very quiet about her obsession, you almost couldn't tell. She's the perfect friend, always sitting next to you at meals, gossiping about the Lords and Lady's of court, and helping you stock your wardrobe. Whatever hobby you choose to pick up, she's always there to praise you in your efforts and guide you in whatever way she can. She especially loves teaching you how to embroider as it's her specialty. It was all but normal until you came upon her private journal filled with both your names in beautiful cursive surrounded by hearts. You begin to notice the closeness she silently demands, eyeing everyone else to stay away. You see the way she longingly watches you from afar when you choose to spend time with anyone else. And your dresses, that you both so carefully picked out, seem to have a little embroidered "SS" on the nape of your neck.

Arya sees you as her golden older sibling, the one who can do no wrong. She is constantly dragging you around Winterfell - riding horses and trying to shoot arrows (and failing lol). She finds comfort within you, the only person who doesn't expect anything of her except to be herself. And for that she will never leave your side. Most nights you'll find her trying to sneak into your room to share a bed, but whether she can get past the guards Ned and Catelyn have posted outside your door is another story.

[kitty384]

Operation: Talk Some Sense Into Your Best Friends

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky’s overprotectiveness during your pregnancy hits an all-time high, and you enlist Steve and Sam to stage a much-needed intervention.

Warnings: Pregnancy, overprotective behavior (comedic), fluff, light swearing, established relationship, mentions of nausea and hormonal shifts

I love my husband.

I really do.

But if he tells me I can’t lift one more thing, I swear on all things holy I’m going to strangle him with the world’s softest maternity blanket.

“Bucky,” I say slowly, placing the folded stack of towels into the linen closet. “It’s laundry. I am literally moving fabric from one surface to another.”

“You’re carrying our baby,” he says seriously, crossing the room like I just lifted a car. “You shouldn’t be lifting anything heavier than a feather.”

I blink. “Towels are not heavy.”

“Towels can cause accidents. Back strain. Slippery floors—”

“Did you just make that up?”

He gently takes the remaining towels from my hands like I’m an elderly Victorian fainting woman. “You’re pregnant. Not allowed.”

I stare at him.

He stares back, unbothered.

This is getting out of hand.

It started around week sixteen.

Just a slight uptick in Bucky’s worry level. Not too crazy. Just a few extra check-ins. Some hovering. The occasional “do you want me to carry you to the couch so you don’t have to walk there?”

Cute. Kind of funny.

Week seventeen? He downloaded three pregnancy tracking apps and started setting my hydration alarms.

Week eighteen? He wouldn’t let me walk to the mailbox alone. Said it was “uneven terrain.”

Today?

He told me I needed a spotter to get out of bed.

I’ve had enough.

I find Sam and Steve in the gym, predictably trying to one-up each other with pull-ups. Steve is winning. Sam is swearing.

I walk in, arms crossed, belly slightly more obvious in my fitted t-shirt, and glare.

They both stop mid-rep.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam says, wiping sweat from his brow. “You good?”

“No. Your best friend is driving me absolutely insane and I need backup before I fake a dramatic fainting spell and run away to Aruba.”

Steve blinks. “I’m sorry?”

I sigh. “Bucky is in full-blown dad-mode overdrive. He won’t let me carry a grocery bag. He walks me to the bathroom like I’m made of glass. I caught him googling pregnancy-safe shoelace techniques last night.”

Sam chokes on his water.

Steve raises a hand. “Wait—shoelaces?”

“He thinks I’ll fall over if I bend forward.”

Sam snorts. “Okay, that’s a little much.”

“A little?” I throw my hands up. “He almost tackled me for opening the fridge.”

“To be fair, that thing is kind of heavy—”

“STEVE.”

“Right. Sorry.”

I exhale, then lean against the wall. “Look. I know he means well. I love how much he cares. But if someone doesn’t talk him off this overprotective ledge, I am going to scream. Or cry. Or both. At the same time.”

Sam claps a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll handle it.”

Steve nods solemnly. “You’ll have personal space again in no time.”

“Thank you,” I whisper. “Operation: Chill the Hell Out is a go.”

They corner him in the kitchen that afternoon.

I’m not even in the room—I’m just around the corner, eavesdropping like a professional.

“Buck,” Sam says, “we need to talk.”

“About what?”

“About how you’ve turned into the world’s most intense dad before the kid’s even born.”

Steve jumps in. “You’re stressing Y/N out.”

“She’s pregnant,” Bucky replies, confused. “She shouldn’t be stressed.”

“That’s your fault!” Sam yells.

“I’m protecting her!”

“You’re bubble-wrapping her soul, man.”

Bucky grumbles. “I just… I worry.”

“We know,” Steve says gently. “But you can’t hover her into safety.”

“She’s tough, Buck,” Sam adds. “Let her be.”

There’s silence.

Then, Bucky sighs. “She told you about the shoelaces, didn’t she?”

Steve and Sam answer in perfect unison: “Yes.”

That night, I walk into the living room to find Bucky setting up a foot massage station like I’m royalty.

I raise an eyebrow.

He gives me a sheepish look. “Truce?”

I sit beside him. “Maybe. Are we done banning me from bending over?”

“Yes.”

“And from picking up my own snacks?”

“Yes.”

“And from standing in the kitchen while a microwave runs?”

“That one was one time—”

“Bucky.”

He holds up his hands. “Alright, alright. I’ll dial it down. I just… I don’t want anything to happen to you. Or them.”

I reach for his hand and place it gently over my belly.

“We’re okay,” I say softly. “But I need you to breathe. And maybe… let me pee without an escort.”

He laughs.

“Deal.”

He still carries the laundry sometimes.

But now he lets me do it with him.

And when I tie my own shoes the next morning, he claps.

So… progress.

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[luvyeni]

❛NICE GUY❜ ( l. haechan )

p. stalker!haechan x fem!reader w. 2k+

warnings? dark fic, stalking, non consensual photo taking, unprotected sex

— 𖦹 ( in the midst of your stalker running lose you trust haechan , he seems like nice guy ) !

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“what’s his name?” your friend asked , her senses going off. “lily , i told you already.” you sighed annoyed , you had been talking about this date for the past week , but your friend had been skeptical. “it’s haechan.”

“well I’m sorry for being concerned for your well being.” your friend said. “especially with all those weird messages you’ve been getting , and plus you don’t know this guy , he could be crazy.”

your friend , although her nagging was annoying , she was right , it was a big risk meeting haechan – also known as donghyuck , you had been getting weird messages and pictures from a random number for the past few weeks , this stalker had known all your information - where’d you work , your address. he even knew where your childhood home was – it was super creepy.

you had found hyuck on dating site about two weeks ago , and he seemed like a nice guy. he was cute , held a good job at a good company – and of course to make sure he wasn’t catfishing you , you’d facetimed a few times before agreeing to meet him at a bar.

so hear you are , at 9pm walking to the bar listening to your friend nag you over the phone. “lily , listen.” you interrupt her rant. “I know you’re worried – the stalker thing creeps me out too , but what should i do? i can’t stay in the house forever.” you said. “plus i’ve talked to haechan , i’ve seen his face and he genuinely seems nice.”

your friend sighed in defeat. “i know you want me to be safe , but it’s fine , plus the bar will be crowded.” you reassured. “okay fine , you win.” she said. “just be safe , and don’t go home with him.” you hummed , the bar came into view. “i won’t , i’ll see you later okay?” you said. “okay , please call me when you’re on your way home.” you agreed , hanging the phone up , pulling the bar door open , walking in. if you’d only turned back once , looked around at your surroundings just once – you would’ve realized that you were being followed since the moment you walked out the house.

you sat down at the bar , the bartender coming up asking for your order. “oh i’m meeting someone , he should be here in a few minutes.” you smiled politely , he nodded excusing himself to take another order. you decided to text him , opening up your phone to text him , only to be met with 2 new messages , but not from haechan – but from your stalker. ‘you look sexy in that dress.’ your eyes scanned the messages. ‘have fun tonight my love’

he knew you were out on a date? had he been watching you? was he still watching you? you began to sweat , anxiety slowly kicking in – what were you supposed to do now , what if he was watching you now. “(y/n)?” you gasped , jumping , quickly swiveling your body around. “whoa! you okay?”

you sighed , heartbeat coming back down after you came face to face with the man. “haechan.” you said , he smiled. “you okay , you seemed scared?” you nodded , he sat down next to you. “i’m okay , just a bit nervous.” more like scared shitless , but you didn’t want to let him know that. “nervous?” he smirked. “meeting me made you nervous , i’m flattered.”

he sat down , the waiter returning to take your orders , bringing you your drinks , while you got to know each other. “so tell me about you.” you told him what you did for a living , your family even about lily your best friend. “she wasn’t too keen on me coming here alone.” you said. “she’s just a little overprotective , but she means well.” he nodded. “i get it , her best friend is going out with a random dude , i’d be a little weary to , maybe if this goes right , i can prove one day that i’m a nice guy.”

he was such an absolute blessing , like the perfect guy. he was attentive , he listen to everything you said – funny , not even a try hard , he genuinely made you laugh. he was also extremely flirty , not enough to make you uncomfortable , but just enough to make you shy away with a smile , as the date was coming to a end , you felt sad. “why are you frowning , a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sad?” you smiled , his hand coming up to rub your knuckles. “you are just such a great guy , i just don’t want this date to end.” he smiled , your lips fell into a pout. “it doesn’t have to end here.”

that’s how you found yourself in his car , driving around the city to his condo. “i promised lily i’d come home early , she’s gonna be so mad.” you said , pulling your phone out to text her. “you’re safe with me , i promise.” you smiled , you did feel really safe around him , you felt no sense of danger around him , no red flags going off in your head.

he had your hand in one hand , typing in the passcode to his condo , letting you walk in. “this is really nice.” you took your shoes off. “you must do really well for yourself.” he followed behind you as you walked around. “well i do alright , i work at a tech company.” he was checking all of your boxes , good job , kind , sexy as hell.

“computer nerd , so your sexy and smart.” he came up behind you , his hands ghosting your waist. “sexy huh?” he nose nudged against your neck , you sighed. “yeah.” you breathed , he kissed your neck. “you’re sexy too , been trying to be a gentleman all night long , it was so hard.”

things only escalated from there , he dragged you to his room , unzipping your dress letting it fall the ground. “such a pretty body.” he unbuttoned his shirt , letting it hit the floor , grabbing your jaw , slamming his lips into yours. teeth clashing , messy kissing as he backed you up until you fell onto the bed , undoing his pants. “lay back baby.”

he climbed on top of your body , heavy breathing – his hand coming under your body , undoing your bra , throwing it across his floor. he grabbed your boobs , bringing his lips around it. “fu-fuck haechan.” you moaned , your hands tracing his body until you reached his clothed cock , palming his hard-on. “off , take them off.”

he got off the bed taking his pants off , you took your panties off. he got back on the bed , grabbing your waist , putting you in the face down ass up position. “so fucking wet.” he grabbed the fat of your ass , spreading your cheeks , his face close to your cunt , spitting on your hole , before licking a stripe up your cunt. “h-haechan , oh my god!” you squealed as he ate your cunt like he was starving.

he inserted a finger into your hole , fingering you as he licked your cunt. “you taste so fucking good , pussy is so fucking sweet , want you to cum on my tongue.” he buried his face in your cunt , slurping up all your juices. “haechan , i’m gonna cum!” you were moaning so loud , haechan was sure he’d get a noise complaint , but he didn’t care at that moment , especially when your little hole was clenching around his tongue , signaling that you were close. “fuck , i’m cumming!”

your legs shook as you came , he drank up all your juices , making sure to clean you up real well , before finally coming up for air. “shit , your pussy taste so good , gonna get addicted to it.” he slapped your ass , you moaned , backing your ass up against his cock. “pl-please fuck me.”

he damn sure wasn’t denying you , pulling his underwear down , his cock springing out , slapping against his stomach. “you ready for my cock?” he rubbed his cock along your folds. “yes.” you whimpered. “please put it in.” you wiggled your ass. “want it so bad.”

he pushed his cock into your hole , holding your waist as he seethed his cock all the way inside your hole. “fucking tight cunt.” he pulled out , slamming back into you. “haechan fuck!” you screamed as he rammed into you , cock stretching you out. “fuck your pussy feels like heaven around my cock.”

he pushed your back deep into a arch , hitting a deeper angle , the ass rippling at the impact of him rutting into you. “look at that ass bouncing against me.” he slapped your ass. “beautiful baby , fucking beautiful.” He groaned. “you were made for me , made for my cock , i knew it the moment i saw you.” he grunted. “i knew only you’d be able to take my fat cock.”

you could barely register what he was saying , your mind on cloud 9. “did i do it? did I fuck you dumb?” he darkly chuckled , he could feel your cunt pulsating around him. “you’re gonna cum , i can feel your pretty pussy tightening around me.” he moaned. “go ahead cum for me.” he slapped your ass. “cum on my fucking cock.”

your mouth fell into a ‘o’ shape , eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came , screaming his name. “fuck fuck fuck !” your legs were shaking as he kept slamming into you. “fuck i’m gonna cum , gonna cum on your back.” his thrust began to falter , his falter , his quickly pulled out , cum shooting from his cock on to your back , all over your ass , dripping down to your cunt.

you fell flat on your stomach , worn out. haechan hovered over your body , heavily breathing taking in the sight of your body. “you look beautiful.” he kissed your shoulder. “took my cock like a champ.”

you had fallen asleep , still covered in his cum , haechan promised to clean you off , and he was , he just wanted to look at his work a little longer. he slowly got up , careful not to wake you , reaching for his trusty polaroid camera – cursing as your phone went off , your body twisting and turning at the noises. he picked up the phone reading the contact ‘lily🤎’ , he sighed , he knew from the very beginning she’d be a problem , he’d have to get rid of her sooner or later.

he turned the ringer off , putting the phone down , picking up the camera. he took a photo of your body from every angle , zooming in on your ass , his cum beginning to harden , he had to be quick. he quickly put the camera away after all the photos developed , he made his way out of the room. “haechan?” your voice groggy , he held the photos behind his back , turning around. “gonna get you a rag to clean you up with , go back to sleep.” you nodded drifting back off.

haechan made his way down the hall , to his special room , unlocking the door , walking inside where he is greeted with the hundreds , maybe thousands of photos of you – eating with friends , at work , coming out of your family home after dinner. his cock getting hard again , as he hung up the photos of you covered and his cum ,hanging up the last photo - the picture he took of you sitting at bar fear evident on your face.

it was because moments before he sent that text about how sexy you looked in that dress.

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[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom

Too Late?

Normally, I am quick to react – it has saved my life on several occasions. This time, it was of no lifesaving consequence, which was good, because I would no longer be among the living.

Afterthought and reflection regarding me as a person, had never been something I had given much thought. Almost everyone seemed to think that I was a freak and/or a psychopath, so my belated reaction to John Watson could very well be explained by my utter befuddlement when he called me amazing and extraordinary.

“You do realise that you are saying that out loud?” was my delayed response.

I wanted to kick myself for being so rude to this man who had praised my deductions about the dead woman dressed in pink.

His murmured apology did unspeakable things to my heart.

“Caring is never an advantage, brother mine.”

Mycroft’s voice and sound advice kept me from embarrassing myself by telling John that I was quite flattered by the praise. So, instead I ran from the crime scene and left John behind.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

***

I had no idea what I had done to make Sherlock run from the crime scene. Could it be my uncontrived outbursts when he disclosed the minutiae regarding the dead woman and her life? He did seem a bit conflicted about it. Incredulous, pleased, and nervous.

The DI looked at me like I was some sort of rare specimen, but he was too busy trying to make sense of Sherlock’s analysis to pay me any more attention after the man’s departure.

Outside, the female officer made more snarky remarks, which I tuned out. I walked around the corner to find a taxi I couldn’t afford. Instead, a black limousine stood waiting for me.

“Come with me Doctor Watson,” a woman said politely.

“Why would I do that?” I challenged her. “I’m going to – “

“It has everything to do with Sherlock Holmes. You will be driven back to Baker Street later. There is nothing to worry about, doctor.”

“And if I refuse?”

“John!”

Before my eyes, Sherlock appeared with a pink suitcase, glaring daggers at the woman who tapped furiously at her phone.

“Tell my brother to leave Doctor Watson alone, Anthea,” Sherlock chided.

Anthea just shrugged and slid into the back seat of the limousine. Seconds later it was gone.

“What was that all about?” I asked.

“My brother is quite overprotective of me. His default reaction to people connected with me is to kidnap and interrogate them.”

“Is he the British government or something?”

The bright smile Sherlock gave me, lit up the entire street.

“Precisely!” he exclaimed.

***

When I realised who had shot Jeff Hope, I swore to never again underestimate John. He stood some feet away from me and Lestrade, looking so innocent and benign. The urge to take him out to dinner, to learn everything there was to know about him, to maybe kiss him, overwhelmed me to the extent that I failed to register Mycroft’s arrival.

John stood and watched us bicker about Mummy, raising an eyebrow when he ascertained who Mycroft was.

“Doesn’t look very intimidating to me,” he murmured when we walked away from the ambulance.

There was only one thing to say after that.

“Dinner?”

“Starving”

***

My conclusions regarding Sherlock’s and Lestrade’s reactions to my praise, proved to be valid. Apparently, no one had ever given the man positive feedback, hence his surprise and scepticism when I poured my heart out, so to speak.

“It’s a scandal,” I told him when he explained himself.

“Don’t be so dramatic, John. That is my role,” he smirked.

God, I wanted to kiss that smirk off his face so badly.

I licked my lips while letting my eyes linger on that perfect cupids bow across the table at the Chinese restaurant. A blush graced his prominent cheekbones, and I balled my fists so hard it hurt. I wouldn’t put it past myself to pull him towards me for a proper snog if I relaxed.

“Home?” I inquired some ten minutes later when our plates were empty.

“Yes,” his husky voice replied.

Neither of us wasted any time once the door to 221B was locked behind us. It was a passionate collision of limbs which made me see stars. His lips were addictive at first contact, and I kissed him like a starving man, tugging at his curls, moaning into his mouth, pulling him closer, which at that point was an impossible feat.

“John,” he panted when we broke the kiss, looking flustered and baffled.

“You alright? What do you need?”

“Do you really want this with me? Because, if this is only an afterthought, or convenient – “

I put my finger on his lips to stop his ramblings.

“I want this. Not as a one-night-stand, or entertainment for a few weeks. I’ve already killed a man for you, haven’t I? The mere thought of not being in your orbit, of not living here with you, makes me nauseous, Sherlock. I know it’s early days, and I don’t trust people easily, but with you…you are the exception, an anomaly.”

His body sagged with relief at my admission and his lips found mine again.

***

Some weeks later, I was summoned to Buckingham Palace, where I found Sherlock wearing just a sheet. My life with the world’s only consulting detective was exciting, intriguing, insane, and utterly addictive. 

Apparently, it was not too late to find a purpose in life, even when said life, just a few months earlier, had been dull and grey.

Now, we solve crimes together, I blog about it, and we never had any use for that second bedroom. 

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okok let me finally do my analysis on kusuke and makoto parallels like ive talked about a thousand times (obvious warning that im gonna talk about incest, and also that im gonna be talking about a gag manga in a serious light so if that upsets you just go away ✌️)... yippee, perverted older brothers with unhealthy dynamics with their powerful younger siblings analysis!!

the most obvious parallel is in their interactions with the others sibling. they literally have the same exact meeting, they both go from being fake nice to "my sibling is special and youre not worthy of them"

not included in pictures but also note that kusuo got rid of makoto by calling on kokomi and kokomi got rid of kusuke by calling on her fans

"the second hes distracted, LETS GO"

"we're the only ones who can match up to each other"

kusukes idea of kusuo being inhuman also influences the way this is treated i think- he tells kokomi that marrying a beautiful man will suit her best and that kusuo is above that kind of thing (aka actual romantic and aesthetic attraction), and it seems that being the only ones who can measure up to each other is probably the closest, in his eyes, that kusuo can get to love (confirmed in my opinion by the marriage/engagement symbolism a few pictures down⬇️). thats why he thinks theyre the only ones worthy of each other even if he doesnt see kusuo in the exact same way as makoto sees kokomi. if that makes any sense :p these are obviously already parallel on surface level, but id say theyre even more similar if you look deeply into it

"i know everything youre thinking" and "everyone else looks like monkeys to me"

associating their sibling with heaven/god

a certain fixation on their sibling's body... top two are specifically them trying to see their sibling naked without consent

? not sure how to describe this. implications of engagement/marriage? this use of an explicitly romantic symbol actually confuses me in kusukes case but thats not really relevant here...

theyre the reason their sibling cant relax or be themself even at home... also note that kusuo specifically says that kusuos masochism (which i guess in some contexts masochism can be non-sexual but in this situation, since kusuke is canonically a pervert and there are several implications and allusions to sexual pleasure, it obviously means he gets SEXUAL pleasure from pain/humiliation) is the main reason he doesnt like him. likewise, kokomi is bothered by makotos overprotective and overbearing nature, though unfortunately she doesnt seem to be aware of his sister complex and thinks hes just being an annoying big brother.

not necessarily something that can be captured in a picture but theres also the fact that they both have pretty perfect lives but are still obsessed with their sibling and only their sibling, its all they really care about and their entire lives depend on them.

makoto is extremely attractive, charming when hes trying to be, and is a famous actor... he clearly gets girls. but he doesnt want any of them because hes stuck in his obsession with kokomi, shes the only girl he wants and its ruined his perception of other girls. he believes hes the only one that can be right for kokomi and touch her, and that likewise kokomi is the only girl he can be with. her presence dictates his life, he skips work just to follow her around and prevent her from getting involved with other guys. we only see maybe a few sentences from him where he isnt talking about kokomi, even when hes on tv.

kusuke is an attractive and charming genius, easily pulls girls, cambridge graduate, and is the favorite child in his family. but none of that matters, it only sets him apart from other humans and gives him a skewed perspective of anyone who isnt kusuo. he believes kusuo is the only person he can get that sadomasochistic pleasure from, and kusuo is the reason he developed it in the first place and he specifically seeks him out and coerces him into it. he really only cares about his family, theyre the only people in the world that are worth anything in his eyes, and his only interactions with anyone else have been using them as tools to get to kusuo. his life goal is (or was, before the end of cat tank arc) defeating kusuo. he has cameras in his familys house that hes presumably constantly watching, implied by him being ALREADY watching before his parents even called him about kusuos limiter.

[truelotus]

If Looks Could Kill— 06

Yandere! Sosuke Aizen x f! reader

warnings: stabbing, and pregnancy.

It has been well over 6 years since Shinji Hirako and the others have “disappeared”. Sosuke had became the squad 5’s captain after Kisuke Urahara’s incident..

It was snowing in the soul society, the whole soul society seemed to be at peace. It was the kind of snow that would make everything just go silent, serene and almost unreal..

The snow crunching at your feet as you stepped onto it, your nose was red and slightly runny. You tried to heat up your hands by using your breath, but it was really no use.

Why were you out here again?

Oh right, You just wanted to take a walk.. to.. think about certain things.

“I really should have layered more..” You hugged your own body, shivering and shaking from the cold air. The wind was just making it worse, this is probably the coldest the soul society has ever been.

“So cold!”

It has been a while since you’ve been alone, your current life has changed after joining up with Sosuke, you’ve been helping him in any way possible. But now.. you were alone.. with your own thoughts.

It was comforting, everything was quiet, nobody was around, it was only you who was out there in the snow today, everyone thought it was too cold to be out, and they were right.. it is too cold. But you just wanted to take a break from the world.

But quickly enough, your thoughts were interrupted by hearing another person’s footsteps—walking on the snow— you turned your head, expecting to see a random stranger.

Instead, you saw him.

Sosuke Aizen.

Sosuke walked closer to you in a graceful and elegant manner—as always— you stopped your tracks just so he could catch up to you.

“Y/N, I knew I’d find you out here.” He had a calm smile on his face, it seemed like he wasn’t bothered by the cold, not even the slightest bit.

“You did?” You couldn’t say that you were surprised, you knew that Sosuke kept a eye on you.. At first it disturbed you and disturbed your peace being. But eventually, you got used to it and just thought he was being overprotective over you.

He lightly chucked by your expression, as he caught up to you, he unwrapped his scarf that was originally wrapped around his neck.

He waved his hand, wanting you to come closer to him. With elegance, he wrapped his scarf around you.. the scent of his cologne was lingering on his scarf and you could smell it. Your cheeks and and nose were already slightly red from the cold but this only made them redder, it also brought some warmth to your face so you felt better than ever.

“Thank you Sosuke.” You mumbled out while fidgeting with the end of the scarf, he hummed in satisfaction, “It fits you quite well, why don’t you keep it?” He put his hand on your back to get you moving again.

“Can I really? thank you so much dear!”

“You’ve been doing so well for me recently, this is.. the least I can do for right now.” He said as he removed his hand from your back.

“It really is beautiful.”You said as you admired the little snowflakes falling from the sky, it really was beautiful.

“I could say the same thing about you.”Sosuke replies, his voice was soothing and calm. In his eyes, there is nothing as beautiful as you.. there was nothing as pure and loyal like you, you were the only perfect thing in this world.. but he’ll fix that—of course you will still be seen as perfect in his eyes—

The tension between you two seemed to lingering around still, it was hard to ignore. His presence continued to make your heart race, even after spending over a decade together, you still acted like a awkward teenage girl with her little crush.

This man has seen every single part of you, mentally and physically.. so why are you still so anxious around him? Is it because you acknowledge the obsession he has towards you? the unstable love he his towards you? or is it just because he is your lover.. and it’s just a innocent little thing you were so anxious about.

None of it really made sense to you, your own thoughts were just driving you insane.

“You have been quiet recently, have I done something to upset you? Or is it something else.” He stopped his tracks without you noticing, so when you continued to walk he grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you back to him, your face landing on his chest.

“W-What?” You said in confusion since your thoughts blocked his voice out, not hearing what he just asked.

His eyes slightly narrowed, he could feel himself getting rather frustrated towards you. He quickly calmed down, he doesn’t want his sweet lover to see him mad..

“Have I done something to you that upset you?” he repeated with a much sterner tone, he looked deep into your eyes.. no.. your soul.

He looked deeper into your soul, just like last time.. to find something deep within it. Last time he was trying to find anything disloyal to him.. this time he is looking for regret.

And that is what your soul is filled with.

Your throat tightened, you knew exactly what he was doing. You knew that he’d find what he wanted to find deep into your soul, you felt frightened, dizzy and tired..?

“I’m fine.” You lied bluntly, you turned your gaze away from him just so he couldn’t look at your eyes any longer, but you knew that it was too late. He found your true feelings already, was it over?

His smile dropped, you have never lied to him. You’ve always been truthful to him, you never even did those “innocent lies” to him.

“Really? I don’t believe you.” He grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks slightly with his one hand.

His arm snuck up on your waist, pulling you close to him. His touch was usually warm.. but this time it was rather cold. Was it the weather? or was it really him? He wrapped onto your waist as if you were on the edge of a high place, preventing you from falling down.

The whole world seemed to have stopped, even the snow that was falling down, just stopped. His soft and welcoming demeanor seemed to have fallen.

He forced you to lock eyes with him, you could see in his eyes that he was not the same man you met when first meeting him. His eyes.. the way he looked at you with his eyes seemed to make a difference as well.. it made it clear that he no longer saw you as a person completely, he saw you as something that he owns.

Before, he saw you as a mix of both.. but now? You weren’t a person anymore to him.

“Tell me, Darling.” He dangerously whispered, you could see his breath in the cold air as he spoke out. His voice sent shivers down your spine, all you could do is look at him, with a slight hint of fear in your eyes.

“Why do you pull away from me?”

“I’m not pulling away from you.”

His soft laugh only made tense, “Of course you are, You have been pulling away from me these past couple of years, haven’t you noticed? Even now.. you hide away from me.” He pushed his face further to yours.

You tried to step back, you pushed your hands on his chest. Only for him to have a tighter grip on you, preventing you from pulling away.

“I’ve given you so much..” He pecked your lips lightly, with a fake pleading look on his face. “So much and still.. seem to be unsure.”

You understood fully on what he meant, maybe.. if you just say your true feelings to him he’d understand? You wouldn’t have to do such things if you just speak about your own feelings.. maybe he won’t dispose of you.

“I never asked to be apart of your plan.” you whispered, your voice was shaky. You never asked to betray Shinji and the others, you never asked to betray your captain, you never asked for his attention or obsession, you never even thought of Sosuke ever returning his feelings towards you, you just thought you’d always admire Sosuke from afar..

But somehow.. you were lucky enough to have gained his love. And this is his love, take it or leave it.. this is a part of him loving you, so why can’t you just accept it? love comes in various of ways, just fucking accept it already.

“I know, But it doesn’t matter.” His grip on your face loosened up, the air seemed to have gotten more cooler, you could see the snow beginning to fall again, it was swirling around you both. It seemed like.. the air was starting to turn against you.

You felt suffocated.

“I know you understand, that you belong to me, you were born to be loved by me, and nobody else.” His voice was low.

“No..” You tried to protest against it, but it wasn’t enough.

“No? Are you saying that you cannot become the queen of my world then?”

“This just.. isn’t right! I can’t do it!” Tears began streaming down your cheeks, you tried to break free again but his arm was wrapped around your waist just too tight..

“Sosuke.. Y-You’re.. You’re going on a path that I can’t follow! I don’t want to-”

You stopped your words when feeling his zanpakuto going through your chest.

The warmth of your own blood began to spread through your clothes, somehow.. there was no pain behind it. “Sosuke..” You whispered out as you raised your hand, touching the blade.

“I respect your wishes Y/N.. I must say though.. I am very disappointed.” He pushed his blade deeper into your chest, causing you to cough out blood, “I cannot see another woman becoming my queen.. And if you truly do not want to become it. I have to kill you.. no matter how much I want to enforce it upon you.”

“I-I see..” You wanted to scream for help, but you knew that even if anybody came.. it’d be useless because they too would have gotten themselves killed by Sosuke.

“I had a wonderful experience with you.. Y/N.” He lightly smashed his lips against yours once more.. Smiling softly at your face.

He carefully took his blade out of you, making sure not to cause such a mess on the almost pure white snow..

There were droplets of your blood on the snow.

“Goodbye, Y/N.” He whispered before lightly placing you down to the soft snow, leaving your body there. The snow continued to be more and more stained with your blood.

You watched as he walked away, did he regret what he did to you? Were you really going to die right here? You had dreams..

Not only that..

You were carrying his child.

You were going to tell him soon.. but you were afraid on how’d he react because this was certainly not apart of his plan.

When his presence was truly gone, you used the little strength you had within you, unsheathing your zanpakuto.

“Ban..kai.”

You blinked your eyes open, you recognized the place surrounding you. This was..

The domain of your banaki.

The area was mostly covered in water, lotus flowers scattered throughout the domain. The petals of the lotus flowers were all different. In battle they were used for either healing, bombs or smoke.

In your domain, you could walk on the water, you haven’t been in your own domain for a while.. so it shocked you a bit when you were standing on the water.

“I see that you’re finally awake, Lady Y/N.”

That voice..

“Sir Seiren!” You turned around quickly to face the spirit of your zanpakuto.

Seiren was a tall, toned, beautiful man. He had beautiful long black hair, light pink eyes, his voice was soft but deep. He wore a lotus pin in his hair, the lotus pin in his hair matched the lotus hilt on your sword.

“Bout time! You’ve been in my domain for like 9 months! I was worried how you would be giving birth!” Even though Seiren had a sweet and calm demeanor, his personality was quite the opposite..

“9 months?! I’ve been in here for 9 months! wait what do you mean by giving birth?” You realized what he had just said, were you hearing things?

“Yes, giving birth! look at your damn stomach woman!” You looked down quickly, your belly was extremely round.

“How- what-”

You were at a loss for words, how was your child this big? you for sure didn’t get the nutrients for them because you’ve been out for so long. Were they going to be okay?

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve actually been taking care of you ever since you came here. Your child should have the right amount of nutrients, I’m pretty sure they do from the size of your stomach..”

“Okay that last part was unnecessary Sir Seiren!”

After a while, Seiren explained to you everything..

You used your bankai to get yourself into your domain, you for sure knew that Seiren was going to help you.

But as soon as you came into the domain, you went unconscious. Seiren went to his physical form to help you as quickly as possible , he used one of the healing lotuses to help you but.. you never woke up.

He’s your zanpakuto.. so he knew that you were pregnant. So.. he tried to give you as much nutrients as possible. This domain was kind of his own home so, he did what he could and helped you and your child.

He continued to take care of you for the next 9 months, he wasn’t a specialist or anything but he did everything he could do. He didn’t want his master to die just like that, especially when his master is carrying a child.

“What are you going to do now? Lady Y/N.”

You were at a loss for words, you would be giving birth soon. And thanks to Seiren, you were going to have a healthy baby boy or girl. You really don’t know how he did it but he did it.

“Can I stay here until my baby is born?”

“Do what you want, Lady Y/N. You can stay here for as long as you want. I really have no problem but make sure to keep that baby quiet once it starts crying! This place is peaceful.. I don’t need a baby to disturb that!”

“Thank you.. Sir Seiren.”

𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧

[jansqu]

i have an idea where were making some sort of plan, and the group doesnt know how to maybe get into the house ect. and lincoln has an idea for us to maybe flirt with a guy to distract him while they secretly break into the house? michael scofield x reader, and he gets jelaous and overprotective at the idea, so sorry about my english i tried my best!💗

Thanks for the request, hope you like this<33

A Dangerous Distraction (Michael Scofield X Reader)

The dim glow of a cheap motel lamp cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the tension written across Michael Scofield’s face. The blueprint of the heavily guarded mansion lay open on the table, covered in red pen markings—Michael’s careful calculations, his perfect planning. But right now, even with all his intellect and strategy, the one solution that made the most sense was the one he hated the most.

You.

“Well, I think we do have a way in,” Lincoln said, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, looking straight at you.

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Lincoln smirked. “That guard at the entrance—he’s the only real problem. He doesn’t move unless he’s got a reason.” His smirk widened. “And I think you could be that reason.”

It took you half a second to catch on. “Wait. You want me to flirt with him?”

Lincoln shrugged. “It’s simple. Go up there, give him some sweet talk, bat your lashes a little—he won’t even notice us slipping past.”

Before you could respond, a sharp voice cut through the room.

“No.”

Everyone turned toward Michael.

He was standing stiffly, his hands curled into tight fists at his sides, jaw locked so tightly you could practically hear his teeth grinding. His usual composed expression had darkened into something unreadable—but one thing was clear.

He was not happy.

“That’s a bad idea,” he said flatly, voice quieter now but filled with unmistakable tension.

Lincoln rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, man. It’s harmless.”

Michael let out a sharp exhale, shaking his head. “It’s not harmless. We don’t know anything about this guy. What if he tries something? What if he doesn’t just let her walk away?”

You crossed your arms, tilting your head. “Michael, I can handle myself.”

His eyes snapped to yours, darker than usual, his jaw clenching as he took a step closer.

“That’s not the point.” His voice was lower now, rougher, filled with something heavy. “I don’t want you putting yourself in danger like that. Not for this. Not for us.”

Sucre let out a low whistle. “Damn, bro. You sound real jealous right now.”

Michael shot him a glare, but he didn’t deny it.

Lincoln, never one to let something go, smirked. “Yeah, man. What’s the deal? It’s just a little talking.”

Michael exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face before turning back to you.

“You don’t know what kind of guy he is,” he muttered. “If he touches you—” His voice cut off, something dark flashing in his eyes.

You blinked. Was Michael Scofield threatening someone over you?

Lincoln scoffed. “And if he does, she can knee him where it counts and walk away.”

Michael shot him a deadly look. “I’m not letting her take that risk.”

You stepped forward, looking up at him. “Letting me?” you challenged.

His nostrils flared slightly, but his voice softened. “I just—I don’t like this,” he admitted, low and frustrated.

It wasn’t just jealousy. It wasn’t just possessiveness. It was something deeper.

Michael Scofield didn’t just dislike the idea of you flirting with another man.

He hated the idea of you being in any kind of danger.

“I don’t like the idea of you being close to someone like that,” he continued, voice raw. “Especially when I can’t do anything about it.”

The way he said it, the way his fingers curled into fists, like the thought alone was enough to drive him crazy—it sent heat straight through you.

“Michael…”

His eyes met yours, and for a moment, everything else in the room disappeared.

His voice was rough, full of something unspoken. “If he so much as looks at you the wrong way, I will put him through a wall.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

Sucre chuckled awkwardly. “Damn, man. You’re really gone for her, huh?”

Michael didn’t even look away from you when he responded. “Yeah,” he said, voice firm. “I am.”

Silence filled the room.

You swallowed hard, ignoring the way your heartbeat slammed against your ribs.

Lincoln, sensing the shift in the air, sighed. “Alright, fine. We’ll come up with another plan.”

Michael’s shoulders relaxed just the slightest bit, his gaze still locked onto yours.

The conversation shifted back to the break-in, but you could feel it—Michael standing close enough that his arm almost brushed yours, his fingers lingering near yours on the table.

He wasn’t just jealous.

He was yours.

And when you reached down and lightly brushed your pinky against his, Michael exhaled, the smallest smirk tugging at his lips.

Yeah.

You were his, too.

[penkura]

Can I request a Sanji x Female Reader where the reader is Luffy's older sister? She's younger than Ace and Sabo, but was always the mother-hen of the group. Always taking care of others before herself even if it causes her pain in the process. Her brothers are extremely overprotective of her as she is of them. She may be smaller in size and the sweetest thing, but she is not weak by any means and can hold her own. How would Sanji treat her knowing her self sacrificing nature? And how would the brothers react to her being in her first relationship?

Omg I love this idea! I love writing the Reader being Luffy's sister, it's so much fun. And thinking about how Sabo and Ace would react, omg, I had fun with this one! :) I hope you enjoy it!

You and Sanji met through Robin, who believed the two of you would be perfect together. She’d told you everything about him and it endeared you to this stranger that worked at the bakery you loved going to, while Sanji was constantly hearing about you from Luffy, though he doesn’t know the two of you are related for a while. You weren’t keeping it a secret for any real reason, just taking things slow with Sanji because it’s your first relationship, you don’t want to rush into things and he’s okay with that too.

Once Sanji realizes how much you sacrifice for others, especially your family, he starts to take over doing somethings for you. If you make dinner for the two of you he does all the dishes, even does that when he’s the one who made dinner. He won’t let you be a ‘yes’ man when people ask for help, if you’re not able to he takes over or just pulls you away so you don’t get in over your head. Sanji becomes protective of you very quickly, trying to keep you safe and from being taken advantage of by others.

It makes him think too much of his mother, and he’s very open with you about his own family and what he went through as he grew up, explaining how his mom gave up so much for him and how his brothers treated him. He felt bad when it made you cry, Sanji tried to console you and you just said how you didn’t understand how siblings could be so mean, yours weren’t anything like that.

Sanji is surprised when you tell him you actually have three brothers, that one of them is Luffy, he never expected it despite him having three himself, he’s glad to hear yours were much nicer than his were. When you laugh and tell him they’re the greatest brothers you could’ve asked for, he feels relieved (and thinks about how he’d like to hear you laugh every day). Sanji doesn’t want to pry too much, so he waits until your next date to ask about your family.

“Well, Luffy is my biological brother, Ace and Sabo were adopted. They’re both a year older than me.”

“So you’re basically the middle child then.”

“Hmm…I guess so!”

Like how Sanji keeps your relationship from his family for now, you’ve kept it from Ace and Sabo just in case they become too overprotective of you. The two scared off most boys that liked you in high school, to the point it frustrated you so much you cried about it to Garp who nearly beat the two over the head for making you upset, even threatened them with military school if they did it again. Ace and Sabo just wanted you to be safe, they knew how sixteen year old boys were, none of them were good enough for you. Even in college they were watchful of any guy you went on a date with, they stalked social media accounts and asked the friends of the guy, but when you’d come back home with a frown saying it wasn’t going to work out, the two would breathe sighs of relief. Honestly, they were just worried for you. You’ve always put others first and willingly given up so much for those around you, you wrangled the three boys like you were their mom half the time, considering your parents weren’t around it made sense. Ace and Sabo didn’t think they could bare the thought of you coming home in tears with a broken heart, they’d want to go kill whoever did it and then come back to comfort you.

Nothing ever stuck as a real relationship, not until you finally met Sanji and started to think this could be the real deal. Its about six months into it when he tells you that he has thoughts about getting married and having children one day, asking for your thoughts on the matters before you talk through it, coming to agreements and it makes you realize that you’re in love with Sanji, and he knew already that he felt the same.

You still wait several months after that before you bring him over to meet them, Luffy already knows and hangs around you both, you’re surprised but grateful he hadn’t told Ace or Sabo about it. You would’ve kept it secret longer, just to be safe, but once Sanji proposes and you accept, you know you’ve got to tell them about it. It makes you nervous just because they’re your brothers, you’ve kept your relationship a secret and now you’re engaged, but Sanji is nervous because he's not sure how Ace and Sabo will react. Even with Luffy saying they’ll be happy for the two of you, he’s expecting two big guys that are ready to pick him up and throw him out like a stray cat.

But he doesn’t expect them to be so excited to see you and trapping you in a hug which Luffy joins. It’s like you haven’t been home in months, but he knows that’s not true. You’re over there every Friday night to catch up with them. Even when you push the two off you, there’s a smile on your face.

“All right, enough, you’re gonna smother me at this rate.”

“Hey, we only see you once a week, it’s not enough time!”

Ace nods in agreement with Sabo, about to pull you into another big hug before the two look at Sanji and their smiles pretty much disappear. They’ve met him before, since he’s friends with Luffy, but now that they know you and Sanji are dating, it makes everything different. You roll your eyes though, going back to Sanji’s side and taking his hand.

“Ace, Sabo, this is—”

“We know.”

“We’ve met him.”

It gets quiet, you aren’t entirely sure what to say and neither is Sanji. Ace and Sabo almost give him a stare down, like they just know already how serious the two of you are, to the point you sigh.

“Yeah, so, Sanji and I are dating. It’s been about a year now.”

“Yeah uh,” Sabo scratches the back of his head, looking away when you raise an eyebrow, “We…we knew that too…”

“…you’ve been stalking my socials haven’t you?”

“Ace did it.”

“What?! Dude, you did too!”

While you start to reprimand Ace and Sabo, Luffy joining in that it was no fun to tell people things when they already knew, Sanji just watches and he’s not sure why, but he can’t help feeling happy and smiling as he watches the four of you.

It's so different from his own family, even though he hasn’t spoken to the majority of them in years. You and your brothers actually seem happy when you talk, your smile tells him you’re not worried about anything, the nerves you’d told him you had about introducing everyone were gone. Sanji is very quick with an offer to make dinner for everyone when you try to start it yourself, making you ask if he’s sure before he gives you a smile.

“You should hang out with your brothers, I can handle it!”

You return the smile before kissing his cheek and going back to the living room, sitting by Luffy as Sabo looks back to you.

“You really like him?”

“Mm-hm, a lot.”

“Does he make you do stuff for him?” Ace calls over the game he and Luffy are playing, not looking away from the TV.

“No, he actually barely lets me do anything at all. Like, I’ll do laundry and he’ll offer to fold it, then still make us dinner…he does way too much for me.”

“Nah, that’s a good thing, sounds like he’s a good guy.”

“Means he’s not taking advantage of you,” Sabo smiles while he nods, “That’s all we were worried about.”

You confirming that Sanji is treating you right, like a princess, lets Sabo and Ace feel like this is good, you’re happy and not acting like there’s something wrong that you’re hiding. You don’t plan to tell then the two of you are actually engaged tonight, but next week instead, only because it’s still the first real meeting between your brothers and Sanji.

You’re really glad it all worked out well, especially when they try his cooking, Ace and Sabo acting like they’ve died and gone to heaven. They quickly demand Sanji has to cone over every Friday night with you and make dinner, something he’s glad to agree to.

[itallcomesfromhoney]

TEASER - Kiribaku x Reader (friends to lovers) ft. fakedating!au

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“You really let Bakugo and Kirishima have it tonight.” Mina said giggling as you walked arm in arm back to the girls’ dorms. Momo nodded in agreement, both enjoying the drama that you brought.

You roll your eyes,

“They deserved it.”

“What even happened? Bakugo looked like he was about to snap his fingers and light everything on fire, while Kirishima looked like he was gonna pull a muscle with the expression he had.” Momo asked you, frowning a little.

“I have no idea, I was just dancing with Todoroki when they blew up at me and Bakugo called me a bitch” you shrug and scowl at the memory.

Mina scoffed, “I feel like I have a pretty good guess as to what their problem was.”

“Hm? What’s that?”

“Maybe they’re jealous of Shoto?” Mina said with a teasing tone, as if she wanted to get a reaction out of you. Momo nodded, agreeing with Mina’s theory.

You freeze,

“Jealous? Why would they be jealous, they’re my best friends?”

“Because they want to be more than just friends, obviously.” Yaoyorozu laughed, finding it funny that you didn’t understand the pink girl.

“Ah- no way, Momo” you stammer, flushing at the other girl’s words.

“It’s so obvious.” Momo continued to giggle, while Mina nodded again.

It was clear that they thought it was funny that you didn’t realize it, especially with how Bakugo and Kirishima were acting lately. You paused to think, it was true they didn’t like other guys around you, and they had sabotaged every time a guy might had tried to ask you out.

“Do you really think so?” You ask the girls.

“I absolutely do” Yaoyorozu said with a smirk. Mina nodded again.

“Bakugo has always been way overprotective of you, so it makes perfect sense when he gets this way when he sees you with another guy. Even Kirishima is acting pretty weird over the situation. Honestly, I am still surprised that you haven’t noticed it sooner than this.” She smirked as she spoke, finding the whole situation amusing.

“Well I’m not talking to them until they apologise for ruining my evening” you pout, choosing to ignore the theory flying around.

“That’s probably not gonna take long.”

“I give it a day before they both come running to you.”

“Unless I really annoy them” you muse, a plan for revenge already forming in your head.

“Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?” Momo snickered, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Mina raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Who do we know that would piss them off the most if I started dating?” You muse “Me being anywhere near him would about give Katsuki an aneurysm”

The two of them both burst out laughing as you spoke.

“Perfect.”

“He’s the perfect choice.” Mina said, finally speaking up after several seconds of laughter.

“If you could give him my number and explain the situation I’d be so grateful, he’ll definitely be up for getting under their skin” you ask Mina.

“Oh, I would love to. It’ll be fun seeing both of them have a complete meltdown over this.”

The next day, you’re sat reading on your bed, mulling over the night before when you feel your phone buzz next to you.

Note: Just a teaser for a fic I had knocking around! Could be a fun one but let me know if you want the actual chapter/fic!

[suugarbabe]

You are SO amazing love, never let anyone tell you any different. I WILL fight them 😤

Tysm for considering wolfstar!daughter, i think youd enjoy the current fics that are currently out for it. Most of them are x fred or george and it just reminds me of you everytime.

Sorry, this is probs going to be long 😬

For the prompt though, i imagine they came about reader when remus found her on a full moon as a toddler werewolf, abandond in the forest (last yr hogwarts or graduated doesnt matter, whatever you decide) and when Sirius finally finds Remus the next morning he's shocked, confused, and then melts. Big, tall, broard Remus has this small bundle of cuteness wrapped in his sweater trying to cuddle into him.

Whether youd like to continue on from there or do reader growing up or a time skip is up to you. Same as if James dies or not, whatever your brilliant mind decides 🧡 but if it helps this is how i see the family dynamic:

I think Sirius would be the overprotective kind of dad, never failing with that wonderful sense of dramatics!

While Remus is the calm voice of reason that talks himself down when he feels like he might be going a little overboard.

Of course we're Uncle Reggies little star, he will be mean to another child if they hurt you. He and James are constantly arguing over who's the better uncle.

James is the uncle that gives you alcohol illegally and doesnt adhere to a curfew.

So skip to hogwarts in some of the last years (im a ravenclaw so i always imagine reader as a ravenclaw but anyhouse would be fun to explore) and reader makes it official with Theo or Enzo. Harry's a tattle tale and tells his dad who then brags to Reggie, who the apparats him self the Sirius' to demand answers because "who was this vile thing that dared touch his star?? Boyfriend?!?! Fucking over his dead body!!" Fully expecting Sirius to agree with him. But he doesnt, he just sighs because at least they made it til 6th/7th yr before boys started, he'll give the poor boy a chance first. And then Remus bursts in and has a full meltdown. Thats his little wolf; his baby. She can have a boyfriend. A BOYFRIEND!?! He might puke. No this isnt allowed. Boys are gross. And nasty. And theyre going to hurt her. But not before he hurts them!! He's going to put the fear of godric into this boy! RIGHT NOW!! Wheres his wand? He needs to go to Hogwarts.

Its so unexpected that both Black brothers are frozen. Until Remus starts searching for his wand and Sirius has to calm him down while Regulus goads him on. And through all of it, reader and Enzo/Theo were standing at the door to 'meet the parents'.

And then however you want it to go from there love! So sorry that was soo long and rambely. Of couese no pressure to write it and take whatever creative liberties youd like!!

Thank you love x

The group had made an agreement that the girls would all get a flat together, as would the boys. So naturally Sirius, James and Remus planned and found one for themselves that was 'absolutely perfect' as Sirius put it since it back right up to a large patch of woods; 'Perfect for you, Moony'.

In the moment Remus had rolled his eyes, but truly he was thankful. By the last full moon of school, Remus had managed to transform back to himself without completely passing out. After the fourth full moon in the flat, Remus was able to still decently function after his transformations.

What neither Sirius nor James expected happened and they didn't know how to react initially. Sirius and James had lost sight of Remus toward the end of the night, now both transformed back to themselves looking for him.

When Sirius found him, he didn't expect the scene he walked upon. Remus shoulders were hunched over, and at first Sirius thought he was crying. But the closer he got, he realized it was not Remus making those noises, but...a child?

"Moony...what the bloody hell is that," Sirius voice was cautious, he was still convinced he might be hallucinating.

Remus turned around slowly, "She's like me, Pads. She...she was a tiny little wolf, I swear it." Sirius was skeptical, but the way Remus was looking down at you, every doubt was melting away. The way your tiny hands gripped on to Remus's sweater.

When Sirius got close enough, you reached out for him, and he was done for. When James caught up with the pair he had the same initial reaction. But like Sirius, one look at you and he was also convinced.

It had taken the girls no time to swoon after you, and the boys were forever grateful. While Remus declared himself your father (Sirius demanding his was Dad number 2). James became your fun uncle (funcle as he called himself, Lily rolling her eyes each time).

To say it had taken a village was not just a cliché, but reality. Sirius was every over protective father, having a flair for the dramatics any time anything happened, good or bad. Remus was more calm, essentially the voice of reason when Sirius was talking circles. You eventually became the perfect mix of the two, which they both loved.

When you got your Hogwarts letter Sirius threw a party, Remus thinking it was a little over the top but Sirius insisted, "Our little star got her letter, we're celebrating Moony." Regulus had brought you off to the side, insisting you owl him if anyone is mean to you, he'll come and fix it, "Even if it's another little twat kid, you let me know, okay Star?"

After fourth year, James let you try his beer for the first time. Sirius lost his mind, Remus reminded Sirius how much worse he was at your age and that if James was letting her try it that it was a better situation than he used to get in to.

What you didn't expect was the commotion that ensued during Christmas holiday seventh year. It was tradition for you and your dads to throw a party on Christmas Eve. You were putting the final touches on the Christmas biscuits you usually made when a loud pop sounded in the living room.

"SIRIUS GET YOUR ARSE IN HERE NOW!" The voice of Regulus rang throughout your house and you instantly froze. Sirius sauntered in, not bothered by his younger brothers tone, "Seriously, with the shouting Reg, what is it now?"

Regulus looked over Sirius shoulder at you in the kitchen before turning back to his brother, "How could you let her, huh? How could you let her do this, with a Slytherin no less? My little star? Who is this vile snake you've let touch our little girl, a boyfriend, Sirius, really?"

You held your breath, fully expecting your dad to lose it, go full on dramatics, but instead he just pinched the bridge of his nose, "Honestly, Reg, calm down. I'm surprised it took us till seventh year for her to finally decide to get a boyfriend, don't get me wrong, I'm thankful," he turned pointing at you, "but I trust her, Reg. And you should too. She's not like us. Really though, darling, a Slytherin?"

Sirius turned to face you and all you could muster was a shrug of your shoulders before your father burst in. "WHAT did I just hear? My wolf has a WHAT? With a WHO? Darling are you mad, who is this boy? A boyfriend? Oh my Godric, I think I'm going to be sick. Who is he, star? Who, tell me now. I'm getting my wand. Sirius, my wand now."

Remus held out his hand expectantly, but nothing happened. Both Regulus and Sirius stood frozen, mouths agape at Remus's reaction before a sly smirk crawled its way onto Sirius's features, "Oh my my, Moony, this is a sight."

At that moment the Potter's all appeared, the air obviously thick with tension. James looked between his friends, "Oi, what did we miss?"

When you saw Harry you were instantly enraged, your inherant traits from Sirius coming in to play, "You little fucking rat, you weasel, you knew I was going to tell them over break, how could you tell Reggie before I could tell my parents, I'll hex you Potter, I swear it!"

You started after Harry, only for James's strong arms to lift you up by the waist and hold you tight, "Woah there, mini Sirius, calm down. I think this might be my fault. Harry told me out of concern and I might have boasted about your feats to Reggie."

You went slump in your Uncle's grasp, "Uncle Jamie...how could you." You were pouting as he sat you down, giving you a tight hug, "I'm sorry, star, I was just so dang proud of you."

You looked over at your parents, Sirius now rubbing Remus's back who was pinching the bridge of his nose. There was a knock on the door, causing everyone's attention to switch towards the distrubance.

Walking towards the door, you looked back with your hand on the handle, "Be nice." The marauders and Harry held up their hands in defense, Regulus crossed his, "No promises."

When you opened the door, Enzo stood there, cheeks slightly pink. "Erm, are you sure it's okay for me to be here?" You laughed slightly out of embarrassment, "How much did you hear exactly?"

"Enough to know I'm more afraid of Professor Lupin than Sirius," he whispered as he followed you through the door.

"Dad, Father, this is Enzo. My boyfriend," You gestured toward Enzo who gave a shy wave.

Remus placed his hand on his own chest, "Oh thank god it's Berkshire. I was really worried, star dear. Really worried. Thought maybe it was going to be the Nott boy."

This caused both you and Enzo to laugh, Enzo speaking up finally, "Merlin, no, sir. Nott's afraid of Y/n actually. So you've done a good job."

"Don't start kissing ass just yet, Berkshire," Regulus stuck a finger out at the boy.

"Uncle Reggie. Behave," you scolded him like a child, he looked down at the floor like one, too.

Sirius stepped forward, extending his hand, "So sorry, my boy. I'm Sirius, Y/n's father. You've met Moony, erm, Professor Lupin, her dad. He's sorry for anything you may have heard through the door."

Enzo grabbed his hand, shaking it firmly, "It's alright, sir. It's a pleasure to meet the men who've raised such a strong woman." Enzo smiled at you affectionately, causing you to blush in front of your family.

"Look at that, Moons. Our little star is growing up," Sirius wiped a faked fear, while Remus was holding back real ones.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose like your dad had done earlier, "Alright, who's hungry, hmm? Shall we eat?" You led Enzo towards the large table. Everyone followed suit, both Regulus and Remus grumbling slightly.

As you sat down, Enzo gave your thigh a squeeze. He leaned over and whispered in your ear, "Star, huh? That's cute." You side-eyed him, giving him a slight glare, "You tell anyone, you're a dead man."

Enzo grinned to himself, "It'd be an honor to die by your hands, love."

Across the table, Sirius gave Remus's thigh a squeeze, "She's growing up, Moons. Our little star." Remus nodded, pouring himself some brandy, "That she is, Pads. Our little wolf is a woman now." Sirius scoffed, "She still needs us though right?" Remus nodded, smiling, "We'll always be there for her."

[emilsendo]

YANDERE!Headcanons

For: Satori Tendō, Nezuko Kamado, Shoyo Hinata, Izana Kurokawa, Nishinoya Yū, Inosuke Hashibira, Shinobu Kochō, Kazutora Hanemiya, Nahoya Kawata. (Part 2)

Link to: part 1

Warnings: Yandere Tendences, sick obsession, killing, beating, blood, aggression, tears, abusing, manipulation, threats, and all this type of madness xDD

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SATORI TENDŌ

● Obsession & Infatuation - The moment Tendō sets his sights on you, it’s over. His interest starts out as simple fascination, but it quickly spirals into an obsession. He watches you a lot—memorizing your habits, your likes, and even the smallest details, like how you fidget when you're nervous or the way you tie your shoes. If you show him kindness even once? He takes it as undeniable proof that you’re meant to be together.

● Possessiveness & Jealousy - Tendō doesn’t just get jealous—he gets theatrical about it. He’ll throw an arm around you dramatically, stare down anyone he thinks is getting too close, and make thinly veiled threats with a wide grin. He makes it very clear that you belong to him. Expect teasing nicknames like “mon chéri” or “my darling”—always in front of others to stake his claim. He isn’t afraid to manipulate situations to keep you close. If a friend invites you out? Suddenly, Tendō has an “emergency” that only you can help with.

● Clinginess & Surveillance - Tendō texts you constantly. If you don’t reply fast enough, he’ll send playful yet unsettling messages like “You wouldn’t be ignoring me, right~? That’d be so sad…” He keeps tabs on you even when you think he’s not around. He has a knack for appearing at just the right (or wrong) moments, almost like he has a sixth sense for you. He absolutely finds ways to sneak into your room. You might wake up to little trinkets he left behind—maybe a favorite snack or a single red ribbon tied around something important to you.

● Unhinged Devotion & Threats - To Tendō, love means forever. He makes it clear that no one will love you as much as he does—no one else could. If someone tries to take you away, he doesn’t lash out violently… at first. He’ll use psychological games—staring, whispering unsettling things, leaving cryptic warnings for them. But if someone really pushes him? He’s not above making them disappear from your life. Whether it’s through fear, manipulation, or something more drastic… he’ll do what it takes.

● Endgame: Never Letting Go - He fantasizes about the “perfect life” with you—where it’s just the two of you, away from everyone else. Maybe in a cozy apartment, maybe somewhere far, far away. If you try to leave, he gets scary. His usual playful demeanor cracks, and his voice drops into something eerily calm. “That’s not funny, (Y/N). You don’t wanna leave me, right? Right?”. Worst case? He might just take you away. He’d do it with a smile, assuring you that this is for the best. After all, he loves you more than anyone else ever could.

NEZUKO KAMADO

● Overprotective Instincts - Nezuko’s protective nature intensifies as a yandere. Since she already has strong bonds with her loved ones, she becomes fiercely possessive of you, treating you as her human to protect at all costs. Any potential threats—whether demons or other people—are met with immediate hostility.

● Silent but Terrifying - She doesn’t speak much in canon, but as a yandere, her silence makes her even scarier. She’ll simply stare at people who get too close to you, her pink eyes glowing ominously. If that person doesn’t get the hint, she’ll bare her fangs slightly or growl softly, sending chills down their spine.

● Clingy and Affectionate - Despite her violent tendencies toward outsiders, she’s extremely affectionate with you. Nezuko loves nuzzling into your chest, gripping your sleeve when you try to leave, and sleeping curled up next to you. If she were human, she’d probably cling to your back like a koala, refusing to let go.

● Childlike Manipulation - Nezuko uses her adorable appearance to guilt-trip you into staying close to her. If you try to leave without her, she’ll pout, grab onto your kimono, and give you big, teary eyes. She might even make distressed noises to make you feel bad—how could you say no to her?

● Brutal to Rivals - Any girl who tries to get too close to you mysteriously disappears or ends up injured. If they’re a demon, she tears them apart without hesitation. If they’re human, she uses her speed to scare them, leaving scratch marks near their throats as a warning. She’ll never let them steal you away.

● Territorial Behavior - Nezuko marks you in subtle ways—sleeping wrapped around you, leaving faint claw marks on your clothes, and even scenting you with her blood demon art (just a tiny bit). She wants everyone to know you belong to her.

● Obedience with Limits - She listens to you most of the time, but if you try to leave or interact too much with others, she suddenly becomes deaf to your protests. You could try to reason with her, but her grip only tightens as she silently shakes her head.

● Demonic Rage - If she ever sees someone daring to flirt with you, her usual calm demeanor shatters. Her nails elongate, her veins pulse, and she looks moments away from tearing them apart. Only your voice can bring her back, but she’ll still shoot death glares at the person long after.

● Escape is Futile - If you ever try to leave her behind or push her away, she finds you immediately. Her speed and tracking skills make running useless. The next time she finds you, she’ll hold onto you even tighter, refusing to let go no matter what.

● Soft Yet Unbreakable Love - Despite her possessiveness, Nezuko truly adores you. She strokes your hair while you sleep, gently holds your hands, and hums softly when you’re near. But her love is absolute—she’ll never let anyone take you away from her.

SHOYO HINATA

● Obsessive Devotion - Hinata is naturally energetic and passionate, but as a yandere, his devotion to you becomes overwhelming. Every moment of his life revolves around you—your happiness, your safety, and making sure you're always his. His usual cheerfulness masks an obsessive desire to be the only person you need.

● Clingy & Needy - He always wants to be around you. If you’re not paying attention to him, he’ll find ways to insert himself into your daily routine—whether that’s showing up at your practice, waiting outside your classroom, or even pretending to need help with something just to keep you close.

● Jealous & Possessive - If anyone else gets too close to you, expect Hinata to subtly (or not-so-subtly) intervene. He’ll throw himself between you and others, cling to your arm, or accidentally sabotage any potential rival’s interaction with you. His usual happy-go-lucky demeanor makes it hard for others to realize just how calculating he can be.

● Manipulative Innocence - His puppy-dog eyes and childlike enthusiasm make it easy for him to guilt-trip you into spending more time with him. “But (Y/N), you promised we’d hang out today! You’re not going to leave me all alone, right?” He plays up his insecurities, knowing you won’t have the heart to push him away.

● Extreme Dedication - He’s willing to go to extreme lengths to keep you safe (or at least what he considers safe). If that means scaring off a potential love rival or even tampering with your phone so you can’t talk to anyone else, he’ll do it with a bright smile.

● Breaking Point - While he starts off as clingy and overprotective, if he ever feels like you’re slipping away, he snaps. The thought of you leaving him is unbearable. He’ll beg, cry, and if that doesn’t work, he might resort to something more drastic—locking you in a room "just until you understand how much he loves you."

● Desperate for Affection - When you do give him attention, he melts into it. He basks in your affection like it’s the sun, craving every touch and word of reassurance. The more you give him, the harder it is to escape—because once you’ve made him feel wanted, he won’t let go.

IZANA KUROKAWA

● Possessive & Controlling - Izana sees you as his belonging, someone who exists solely for him. He has always felt abandoned and craves absolute control over you. He dictates where you go, who you talk to, and even what you wear, making sure you're unmistakably his.

● Manipulative & Gaslighting - He has a way of making you question reality. If you ever think about leaving him, he’ll convince you that no one else would ever understand or love you like he does. If you resist, he'll guilt-trip you with a pained look, whispering how he needs you more than anything.

● Extreme Jealousy - Even if someone so much as looks at you for too long, Izana sees it as a threat. He’s not above using violence to eliminate "distractions," making sure no one even dares to think about taking you away from him. If another gang member tries to get close to you? They mysteriously disappear.

● Sadistic & Protective - He loves seeing your fear and submission, but he would never actually kill you—he wants you to stay alive so you can belong to him forever. However, if you get hurt, even by accident, he’ll go berserk. His overprotectiveness might suffocate you, but it’s his way of showing love.

● Isolation Tactics - Izana believes that if you have no one else, you'll rely on him completely. He'll subtly (or not so subtly) push everyone away, whether by threatening them or manipulating you into thinking they're against you. Eventually, he'll be the only person you have left.

● Caged "Love" - If you ever try to leave, he won’t hesitate to lock you away somewhere only he has access to. He’ll stroke your face gently, murmuring, "Why do you keep trying to run, love? Don’t you see? We’re meant to be together." The more you resist, the tighter his grip gets.

● Twisted Softness - Izana adores you in his own obsessive way. He’ll pamper you with expensive gifts, treating you like royalty—so long as you obey. When you listen to him, he can be surprisingly affectionate, whispering sweet nothings and pressing kisses to your forehead. It’s almost easy to forget how dangerous he is… until you step out of line.

● Endgame? - There’s no escape. Even if you do manage to run, he will find you, no matter where you go. And when he does? He’ll break you down until you’re completely his. Forever.

NISHINOYA YŪ

● Obsessively Devoted – Nishinoya is already intense in everything he does, so as a yandere, that energy is dialed up to the max. Once he sets his sights on you, there’s no escaping his unwavering devotion. You’re the only thing that matters to him, and he’s willing to do anything to keep you by his side.

● Clingy and Possessive – He’s always around, finding excuses to be near you, even if it means skipping practice or sneaking into your classroom. If anyone else tries to take up too much of your time, he’s quick to intervene with his loud, boisterous energy—sometimes playfully, sometimes aggressively.

● Jealous and Protective – He hates seeing you with other people, especially if they’re close to you. He doesn’t hesitate to step between you and others, throwing his arm around you and loudly declaring, "Sorry, he's busy! We have plans, right?"—even if you didn’t.

● Stalker Tendencies – He has a near-perfect memory of your schedule and habits. He knows when you leave school, what route you take, and even what snacks you like best. He’ll casually show up at your favorite spots, acting surprised every time, even though it’s very obvious he followed you there.

● Extreme Mood Swings – One moment, he’s his usual excitable, fun-loving self, showering you with affection and praising you endlessly. But if you ignore him or seem too interested in someone else, his mood darkens instantly. He gets quiet, brooding, and might even lash out at those he sees as "threats" to your relationship.

● Affectionate but Intimidating – Nishinoya is naturally very touchy, but as a yandere, it’s a little more forceful. He’ll grab your wrist if you try to walk away, pull you into sudden hugs that feel just a little too tight, and grin widely as he whispers possessive things like, "You wouldn’t leave me, right? You’re mine."

● Manipulative Guilt-Tripping – If he ever feels like you’re pulling away, he plays the guilt card hard. He’ll get mopey and talk about how no one else understands him like you do or how he’d do anything for you—why don’t you feel the same? He wants to be your priority, no matter what.

● Willing to Resort to Threats (or Worse) – If someone flirts with you or gets too close, Nishinoya doesn’t hesitate to get aggressive. He’ll "accidentally" shove them in the hallways, throw a volleyball a little too hard at their head during practice, or glare at them until they get the message. If that doesn’t work, he might start spreading rumors to isolate them from you.

● Acts Like a Loyal Guard Dog – He’s always watching, always waiting. Even when you think you’re alone, there’s a good chance Nishinoya is lurking nearby, just in case someone tries to take you away from him. And if you do try to distance yourself? He’ll just smile and say, "C’mon, you know you can’t get rid of me that easily."

● Desperate to be Your One and Only – Deep down, all he wants is for you to return his feelings with the same intensity. He doesn’t understand the idea of "too much"—to him, love is meant to be all-consuming. So if he has to scare, guilt, or force you into staying with him, then that’s just how it has to be.

INOSUKE HASHIBIRA

● Possessiveness to the Extreme – Inosuke sees you as his and only his. The moment he decides you're his "property," he becomes obsessed with proving that no one else is worthy of your time or attention. If someone so much as looks at you too long, he’s immediately challenging them to a fight.

● Aggressive Displays of Affection – Inosuke isn’t great at being gentle. His way of showing affection? Clinging to you like a wild animal, biting, wrestling, and tackling you whenever he gets the chance. He doesn’t care if people stare—if he wants to throw you over his shoulder and carry you off, he’ll do it.

● Jealousy Leads to Violence – If another man so much as breathes near you, Inosuke sees it as a direct challenge. He won’t hesitate to draw his swords or throw fists, demanding to know why they think they’re allowed to be near his "mate." He’s a brute, and his jealousy is explosive.

● Marking His Territory – He’ll bite you, hard enough to leave bruises and scars. He wants people to see that you belong to him. If someone comments on the marks, he grins proudly and declares, “THOSE ARE MY CLAIM MARKS! NO ONE ELSE CAN HAVE THEM!”

● Kidnapping? Not Off the Table – If he ever thinks you’re trying to leave him, Inosuke won’t hesitate to take you away. He’s lived in the mountains all his life—he knows how to disappear. He’ll drag you deep into the wilderness, convinced that if you’re far away from others, you’ll only love him.

● Desperate for Your Praise – He’s aggressive, but he craves your approval. If you pet his head, call him strong, or tell him he’s amazing, he melts instantly. If you ever praise another man, however... well, that man might mysteriously disappear.

● Confused About Boundaries – He doesn’t understand why you’d want space. He’s always in your personal bubble, following you everywhere, sleeping right beside you (whether you’re okay with it or not), and refusing to let go once he grabs you.

● Easily Provoked by Fear of Losing You – If he ever hears you mention leaving him or spending time away, he panics. He gets violent, not toward you but toward anything nearby. He’ll break things, growl, and demand you swear you’ll never leave him. If you try to escape, he goes feral.

● Feral Yet Loyal – Despite his yandere tendencies, he loves you with his whole heart. If anyone threatens you, he’ll tear them apart. He’s dangerous, obsessive, and wild, but all of it is because, in his eyes, you’re his entire world.

SHINOBU KOCHŌ

● Sweet Yet Unsettling – At first glance, Shinobu appears to be the perfect girlfriend—gentle, kind, and always smiling. But that ever-present smile hides something much darker. Her affection for you is deep and obsessive, masked under her usual playful demeanor. She never raises her voice, never scolds—yet somehow, you always feel like you're walking on thin ice.

● Subtle Manipulation – Shinobu is a master at psychological games. She never outright forbids you from speaking to other women, but her words always carry an underlying weight.

"Ah, you were with Mitsuri for quite a while today… How wonderful. She’s such a kind girl… I hope she doesn’t accidentally steal you away from me. That would be so tragic."

● Poisons & ‘Protection’ – As an expert in poison, she has an almost terrifying advantage. If she suspects you're trying to leave her or getting too close to someone else, she might subtly dose you with something that makes you just slightly weak or drowsy.

"Oh dear, you seem exhausted. You should stay inside and rest, alright? I’ll take care of everything for you~"

● Soft Yet Unyielding Possessiveness – Unlike more violent yanderes, Shinobu doesn’t resort to brute force. Instead, she isolates you with honeyed words and a suffocating sense of dependence. She ensures you always need her—whether it’s tending to your "illness," helping with your training, or offering you comforting words whenever you feel overwhelmed. She keeps you so close that you don’t even realize you’ve stopped seeing other people as much.

● Mysterious Disappearances – If someone gets too close to you, they might just… vanish. No one can trace it back to Shinobu—she’s too intelligent for that. But rest assured, if she sees someone as a threat, she’ll handle it discreetly.

"Oh, Kanao told me that girl you were talking to yesterday didn’t show up for training today. I do hope she’s alright… But you don’t need to worry about that, dear~"

● Clingy in Her Own Way – Despite her composed nature, she hates being apart from you for too long. She’ll always find an excuse to be around you, whether it’s bringing you food, offering to “check your health,” or simply appearing where you least expect her. If you do try to distance yourself, she’ll guilt-trip you with a soft voice and sad eyes.

"You seem distant lately… Did I do something wrong? It would break my heart if you started avoiding me, you know~"

● Lethal Devotion – If it ever came down to it, she would rather see you dead than let you be with someone else. But, of course, she would much rather keep you alive—just as long as you stay hers.

"Oh, my love… If you ever tried to leave me… Well, let’s not think about such dreadful things, shall we? It would be such a shame if anything happened to you."

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

● Possessive and Unstable - Kazutora’s love is obsessive, chaotic, and deeply unstable. He clings to you like you’re the only thing keeping him sane, and in a way, you are. He sees you as his salvation, his only light in a dark world. But that means he can’t afford to lose you—ever.

● Extreme Mood Swings - One second, he’s showering you with affection, telling you how much he loves you, how you're the best thing that’s ever happened to him. The next, he’s paranoid, asking if you’re thinking of leaving him, accusing people around you of trying to steal you away. His emotions flip like a switch, and it keeps you on edge.

● Jealousy and Isolation - Kazutora doesn’t trust anyone around you. If a friend gets too close, he’ll find a way to scare them off—maybe with a few threatening words, or worse, with his fists. He convinces you that they don’t actually care about you, that only he truly understands you. Soon enough, you find yourself alone with him, just the way he wants.

● Unpredictable Violence - Kazutora’s love isn’t soft—it’s desperate, painful, and sometimes even dangerous. He would never want to hurt you, but if he feels like someone is getting in between you two? He won’t hesitate to make them disappear. And if you try to leave? He might just break down completely, his grip on reality slipping as he begs, cries, or even threatens to do something reckless to keep you by his side.

● Manipulative Affection - After an outburst, he always comes back, clinging to you like a lost child, whispering apologies, telling you he’ll die if you ever leave him. He swears he’ll be better, that he only gets this way because he loves you too much. And somehow, he always finds a way to make you stay.

● The Idea of ‘Forever’ - Kazutora doesn’t just want you for now—he wants you forever. Whether that means running away together, locking you away so no one else can take you, or something even darker, the thought of a future without you isn’t an option in his mind.

NAHOYA KAWATA

● Possessive but Playful – Nahoya never drops his signature smile, even when he’s getting dangerously possessive over you. He doesn’t believe in keeping you locked away, but he does believe in making sure no one else gets too close. If anyone flirts with you, they’ll end up mysteriously bruised the next day—coincidence? Not at all.

● Overprotective Twin Support – While he’s the more obvious threat, his twin Souya (Angry) plays a role too. Nahoya doesn’t have to be the one keeping an eye on you 24/7 because Souya can do it for him. If you ever try to distance yourself or hang out with someone he doesn’t approve of, you might find yourself subtly cornered by the both of them.

● Manipulative Tactics – Nahoya isn’t just physically strong; he’s good at getting into your head. He’ll joke about how weak and helpless you’d be without him, saying things like, “You wouldn’t last a day without me, you know?” His teasing is laced with underlying threats, making sure you know that leaving isn’t an option.

● Casual Violence – Nahoya doesn’t see a problem with fighting for you. If someone makes you uncomfortable, he’ll beat them up without hesitation and still be grinning when he comes back to you, knuckles bleeding. “All taken care of, babe. No need to thank me.” He sees violence as love, and he expects you to understand that.

● Emotionally Unpredictable – While he seems carefree, Nahoya has a dangerous side when you don’t listen to him. He doesn’t get outwardly angry, but his smile becomes sharper, his grip on your wrist a little tighter. “Why are you trying to leave? Don’t you love me? I love you so much I’d kill for you… or, y’know, kill you if I have to.” Whether he’s joking or not is something you don’t want to test.

● "Freedom" With Conditions – Nahoya will let you go out, but you’ll always feel his presence. Whether it’s a gang member watching from afar or Souya conveniently showing up wherever you go, you’re never truly alone. If you ever go somewhere without telling him, expect a ‘punishment’—a tight squeeze on your shoulder that leaves bruises or a long, unsettling speech about what happens to people who betray his trust.

● Unshakable Devotion – Despite his twisted ways, Nahoya genuinely adores you. In his mind, everything he does is for you. He believes you belong to him, and the idea of losing you is unthinkable. If he ever feels like you’re slipping away, he’ll make sure to remind you, “No matter where you go, I’ll always find you, sweetheart.”

[literallypyro]

Congrats for finding the courage and motivation to start writing! Is good to find new content with our pookies (especially pyro❤️‍🔥).

Can i request some headcanons on what are the mercs (if not all, you can do just pyro) looking for in a partner and how would they aproach their lil crush?

Thank you and i hope you have fun with this project! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

This one is definitely a thinker! I chose to do the offense classes since that includes Pyro!

And of course, I hope you like it!

The Perfect Pair

Scout:

Canonically, he is interested in people like Miss Pauling, and honestly, respect. Though, I don't think it's very strict. I think he is definitely attracted to intelligent and capable people.

However, that can look very different from person to person. Although he's attracted to intelligence in general, there's definitely bonus points if it's a resourceful kind. Quick-witted. I could even see him finding sass more attractive when it's coming from a "nerdy" person.

Maybe it's because someone quick with their mind compliments him well as someone quick on his feet. Both are adaptable in very different ways.

I could also see him being attracted to someone like Elle Woods from Legally Blonde. I KNOW, I KNOW, it's kinda giving into the whole bimbo x jock cliche, but HEAR ME OUT.

You cannot deny that she is smart as a whip. I know she was mainly accepted into Harvard because of her appearance, but they wouldn't have been able to do that if she didn't have the scores.

Booksmart, even if a little socially oblivious and not exactly understanding cues, AND a sense of style? Not to mention the attitude applied with perfect force at the perfect time with the perfect delivery? Honey, this man is wrapped around your finger.

Soldier:

If you've read the comics, we already know his main type. Someone who can match him perfectly in combat, thought process, and insanity. I feel like I need to add some clarification and details, though.

It's not just that they're similar. It's that they understand him. When nobody else in the world understands him, his partner will. He knows he's not the sharpest tool in the shed, and he'd be happiest with someone who wouldn't make him feel bad for it, even if it's unintentional.

What he lacks in intelligence, he makes up for in passion, and he would want someone who could match him on that as well. While he leans towards the louder types, he wouldn't be upset if his partner had a quieter kind of passion. The kind of passion that looks more like humble determination.

I think he would also be attracted to someone who he thinks would be a good parent. By his standards, anyway. That being said, he thinks good parents prioritize not dying, fun, and fair discipline. In that order. However, it would be a bit of a turn off if they were the overprotective type. Those kids will not learn if they do not get injured! Pain is sometimes the best teacher! He would never intentionally inflict pain on his children, but if they bring it on themselves, then they bring it on themselves. They were the ones who didn't listen to the first warning.

Pyro:

Not gonna lie, I was a little stumped on this one.

I think they would be attracted to someone who treats them like an equal and not a child. Someone who understands that they're not some dumb maniac with an affinity for arson. That's really their only non-negotiable. Several bonus points if their partner stands up for them when someone else treats them like a child.

Other than that, I think they would prefer creative types. They don't want someone to balance them out. Like Soldier, they would probably want someone similar to them, but they're way less strict about it. They're the type to want to be able to be best friends with their partner. That being said, I think Pyro is demiromantic, and possibly asexual.

If their partner is an artist, they would love to have time set aside where they listen to music and draw each other.

If their partner is a writer, they would love someone who makes stories for the cute little drawings they make.

They would probably be really into bakers, now that I think about it. They would love helping in the kitchen, and their favorite part is licking the bowl/spoon when sweets are being made.

They wouldn't care at all about book smarts, but emotional intelligence is a must.

If anyone wants me to do the other class groups, don't be afraid to ask!

[maochira]

Synopsis: For some reason, your brother thinks you and Ohma are dating. And you decide to take this chance to mess with him.

Tags: gn!Raian's older sibling!reader, reader is about Ohma's age, overprotective lil bro!Raian, mentions/descriptions of jealous Karura, lots of chaos, based on this ask I sent to @yellowelectroslime and the reblogs, @aneenasevla asked for this to be a fic and I am here to serve

Your younger brother has been behaving a little odd lately. Sure, he's always been weirdly overprotective over you while insisting on having a harsh rivalry with you at the same time, but his actions in recent times are... new.

The moment you are in a 10-meter radius of Ohma, Raian becomes tense. It always seems like half of his attention is on you and the other half is on Ohma.

No matter how much you think about it, you're never quite able to figure out a reason that makes sense. Your brother's aggressive and often irrational personality doesn't make it much easier. It's nothing you could address directly either because Raian is never honest about his feelings when it comes to something that concerns you. He'd rather find excuses or act as if you didn't say anything at all.

He has never even admitted how overprotective he is over you, no matter how many of the Kure Clan members have teased him about it and pointed it out.

You promised your brother to accompany him on a mission today. But you were so busy training with Ohma, you lost track of time and Raian ended up going without you. It's not like he needs your help anyway. It just would have been nice to spend time together as siblings - like you used to when you were younger.

You find yourself feeling guilty and knocking at your brother's door to apologize.

"You're just a tiny bit too late, you know?" Raian hisses while he opens the door. Even before he saw who knocked, he knew it could only be you. Who else would come to his room voluntarily?

"I'm sorry", you immediately apologize. "I forgot-"

"Yeah yeah I get it you were too busy making out with your boyfriend." Raian rolls his eyes while leaning against the doorframe. "I got the job done so don't worry about that."

The mention of "boyfriend" made your eyes widen a bit. This is the moment you realize why Raian has been acting so odd lately: He thinks you and Ohma are a couple.

Your reaction seems to prove Raian's suspicion - although he couldn't be more wrong. A condescending grin forms on his lips as he begins to speak again. "You really think I didn't notice what's going on between you and Ohma?"

It takes a lot of effort for you to hold back your own grin. "Oh? What do you think is going on between Ohma and me?"

A short huff escapes Raian. "It's so obvious that you're dating. Why didn't you simply tell me about it?" His expression begins to darken. "Don't you trust me?"

"Raian, come on-"

He quickly interrupts you. "Whatever. I figured it out on my own anyway."

Without giving you the chance to respond Raian shuts the door. You stand there for a few more seconds, wondering what to do now.

Every other person would clear up the misunderstanding. But not you. To you, this is the perfect opportunity to mess with your brother.

The next day when you meet up with Ohma to train, you immediately tell him what happened and that he should pretend to be your boyfriend. While Ohma doesn't completely understand why you want him to do that, he sees this as a chance to hopefully get Karura to understand he's not her boyfriend or future husband.

For the next two weeks, you and Ohma have your fun fake-dating and laughing about Raian's reactions in secret. It's hilarious to see your brother getting angry over something that's not even real.

Karura on the other side is extremely jealous of you. She's passive-aggressive whenever she talks to you and sees you as a rival now. Unfortunately for Ohma, she keeps accusing him of cheating on her and tells you to stay away from him. Occasionally you get death threats from her and just to be extra careful you don't accept any food from her - who knows if she poisoned it?

"Maybe it's time to drop our lie." Ohma suggests as you finish today's training. "I don't want Karura to end up hurting you." While he says it with a slight chuckle, you also know he's serious.

"Eh, I'm way stronger than her so that's not an issue. I know she'd never attack me anyway." You respond with a shrug, although you still agree with Ohma's suggestion. "But yes, we should tell them. I think if we keep this up any longer the other clan members are going to think we're a couple as well."

Ohma nods in agreement and leans his back against the wall. "Alright. It was your idea, so you have to be the one to tell Raian the truth."

Simply imagining a scenario like that causes you to groan in frustration. Ohma is right, it was your idea. And also, Raian is your brother. If Ohma told him the truth things would end up a lot worse than you intended when you started messing with Raian.

After leaving the training grounds you spot Raian on your way home, so you decide right now is the best moment to tell him. As long as you're outside, he hopefully won't yell too loud.

"Yo, lil bro!" You call out and walk into your brother's direction.

"Don't call me that." He hisses and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

He's always hated being called your little brother. To him, it sounds as if you were above him. Raian prefers the term "younger brother" because it only points out the age difference. And besides, he's taller than you, because for some reason the youngest siblings are always the tallest.

"Do you have a moment to talk? There's something important I wanna tell you."

Raian raises an eyebrow, slightly intrigued but not wanting to show it too much. "Shoot."

"Ohma and I aren't dating." You reply rather bluntly.

For a few moments, Raian only stares back at you. He's confused and goes through all the things that would prove you and Ohma being a couple.

Since your brother doesn't say anything in response, you decide to continue.

"When you first told me you knew Ohma was my boyfriend, I was confused but thought it'd be fun for us to pretend to mess with you."

The grin on your face is quickly wiped away when Raian suddenly grabs your collar and steps closer to tower over you. "You son of a bitch! Why would you do that?!"

Being called "son of a bitch" by your brother sure is ironic, but right now isn't the moment to point that out. Instead, you begin to smirk again because there's no way you're letting your little brother have the upper hand right now. It was you who messed with him in the first place, and it should be you who gets the last word in this.

"It was funny. Seeing how my little brother gets all overprotective just because he thought I had a boyfriend. And you always pretend to not care that much about me."

"Shut up!" Raian yells right into your face before letting you go. "I am NOT overprotective! I was just... whatever, that's unimportant by now anyways! Thank god you're not actually dating him."

There's so much more you could respond, but Raian sees Ohma walking by and immediately calls his name, then challenges him to a fight.

You being you, you immediately say you'll join as well.

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