#i cant see him with anyone else. i hate the flinch i get

[frozenhi-chews]

I wanna sob. I wanna be held by him so tightly. Gosh dangit. I love him. He loves me so much I can feel it when I'm yearning. I'm his wife, I love him. Gahhh

Lov ya Starlo

[gazsluckyhat]

One- Stallions

Phantom Pains

Masterlist

I've decided that the chapters for this will be shorter than Sarah's House. Just because Sarah's House is dark and takes a lot to write. This is gonna be way lighter in tone and if the chapter's are shorter I can get them out a bit quicker.

I've also re-wrote this chapter because I hated it. So please tell me what you think!

-Bunny

Simon knew he'd messed up. The fire he'd started burning down everything and he didn't stay to pick up the pieces. Now, years later he's back. The place he'd called home for so long the only safe place he could think of, the family inside broken and burned. He think's it might be too late to fix.

or

You can always come back home

Ghost stands in the open area of what used to be his home. He spots several things that had once been his. Several news clippings and mugs. The pictures on the wall make him look twice. It's him and Cece. Ribbons pinned to his button up, Cece's arm around his middle, face looking up at him. He can see the love in her eyes. His chest aches.

"That you?" Ghost nods, Gaz staring at them. There's a lot. Most are at the rodeo and some of from get togethers. Grant must've put them up. He thinks, Cece would've burned them. He feels grief at he thought of the older man. It was him that took the chance on him. Taught him more than his own father. Loved him like a son. He should've been here. Cece and Liz shouldn’t've been alone. Fuck up. The voice is his fathers. The time he spent on this ranch were constant in his memory. He'd learned more here than anywhere else. He felt free here, alive.

"Gonna have to show us." Price said standing beside him. They look at the different pictures. "You looks happy. Really happy." And he was. So damn happy. With Cece on his arm he'd never felt happier. The guilt he now felt almost eclipsed it.

"Maybe it has to do with the girl hanging off his arm." Gaz smirks as he says it. Ghost's cheeks flaming under the mask. It did have to do with the girl hanging on his arm. Price chuckles.

"Think yor' right Sargent." Price claps him on the back as they walk away. Ghost needs some air. Needs to be alone. His chest is aching and he feels like hes gonna vomit. So his feet lead him out the door and to the spot he'd loved forever.

He rips his mask off when he gets there, falling to his knees and gasping. He can't catch his breath. His chest feels like a void, a hole he cant fill. Tears are racing down his cheeks and his throat burns. Panic attack. He'd had them before. They'd haunted him since he was a child. His mom used to hold him and kiss his hair. But he hadn't let anyone see them since. He let the sobs wrack his body, let himself fall apart fully. He couldn't help it. The grief coating his body.

"Thought I'd find ya' here." His eyes caught sigh of the woman who'd been his second mother. Eliza immediately got to her knees and grabbed ahold of him. He flinched slightly but she shushed him as she pulled him into his arms. Her hands rubbing his arms. Ghost let her, didn't fear her touch or worry about his face being shown. Not with Liz, the woman who'd took him in without a thought. She hummed quietly. He knew they looked funny, this tiny older woman holding a much larger crying man. Ghost had been taller than Liz even back then.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong, Beau?" The nickname brought back more feelings of grief and guilt. He couldn't say no to Liz.

"I shoulda been here. Grant- I shoulda stayed." He cries harder. His chest heaving.

"Hush. Nothing woulda stopped him from getting sick." He hears his swallow before she speaks again. "You left for a reason. Grant knew it and so did I. Doesn't change that we love you. He knew you'd come home. And you have."

"But Cece-" She cuts him off.

"Cecelia is too stuck in her head. She stills loves you or she wouldn't hold a grudge. She'll get over it. Use to blush every time her daddy brought you up." He chuckles at that. He sits up and smiles at Liz.

"I missed you. Wanted to call so many times but I couldn’t" She smiles and rubs his cheek.

"You had your reasons, as do we all. Now come on, let's go see if my daughter is making dinner yet." He laughs and stands before helping her up.

Cece has dinner started, Gaz standing beside her as she talks him through what they're doing. Johnny cutting up some veggies while Price works on shucking corn.

"She's just like her father." Liz whispers it to him as he leads her in. Cece turning around when she notices him. She freezes for a seconds, eyes going slightly wide at his maskless face. The boys also stutter when they realize.  They hadn't seen him without it since Las Almas. Liz like always knows when he doesn't want the attention and drawls it to her.

"What's for dinner?" The question shakes Cece from her trance and she nods towards Gaz.

"Dad's favorite." It's all she says as she turns to watch Gaz. Liz pulls him away, needing help to set the table. Cece watches as Gaz stirs the pot, memories and thoughts running through her head. She hadn't seen Simon since she was sixteen. The last imagine she had was him walking away from her. Her screaming and begging him to not leave. Still, he'd left. Her pleas nothing to him.

"What was he like." She shakes her head as she looks at Johnny, or Soap as the captain had said.

"What?" Confusion on her face.

"Ghost or Simon. What was he like." They don't know. She has to remind herself that. They don't know that he'd abandoned her.

"Kind. He was eighteen. Just turned legal actually. Daddy brought him home and he was meek, hardly talked at first. But kind." She smiled as she remembered it.

"Ghost?" Johnny chuckled.

"Daddy showed him the ropes and he just fit. The animals loved him. You'd always find him in the horse pasture next door, taming whatever stallion they'd gotten." They'd spent many evenings in that field, riding and rolling around. "'tis why he was so good at bull riding. Had the magic touch is what mama always said. I've seen him handle barrels heavier than cows so I know he was just holding on."

"Aye' seen 'im handle men bigger than him!" She nods. Wondering what he'd been doing all these years. What'd he been through. Her Simon had always been gentle with her, her family. She'd seen his temper but it'd never been aimed towards her. They'd talked about his family and his past so she knew he'd had issues. Things he needed to work on but she'd always thought they'd do it together. Hand in hand. He'd promised her.

"Think I'm done over here." She breaks away and goes to handle the rest of dinner.

 They gather round the table and of course say grace at Liz's demand. The boys digging in almost instantly. And so they eat, boys asking questions and Liz telling stories that cause Cece and him to blush. It almost feels normal. Like they're not hiding from anything, like he didn't leave. The only thing missing is Grant. He'd be siting right beside Liz, hand on hers in between bites. He'd be beside Cece, hand on her thigh, sneaking glances. But she was beside Johnny, laughing at some joke he'd said. He could feel the jealousy, knew he had not right to be. He'd left. And still he loved her. Had loved her all these years. Seeing her had brought so many feelings to the surface. He'd wanted to grab her, taste her lips once again and just love her. She'd grown, matured. Her body had filled out more. And he couldn't deny the lust he felt towards her.

"Ani't that right Simon." He wasn't listening. His cheeks blushing.

"I'm sorry, what?" The boys chuckled. Seeing him like this was new.

"I was telling them 'bout the time you broke in the Mastons stallion. The one that'd kicked Mr. Maston dumb." Simon nodded and chuckled.

"The old man thought throwing a saddled on 'em would work. Damn thing kicked him so hard he went cold." Cece laughed, her voice sounding so sweet.

"Heard Mary screaming for miles." They all laugh. The memory bittersweet. He had so many memories here. So many good ones. Ones that had filled his nights were grief and guilt. He'd punished himself repeatedly over the years. Spent sleepless nights running the night he left over and over. The image of her screaming and crying tearing him apart. But he was home now. Home. This place had become home so easily. But once again he was running, bringing trouble behind him. Seemed that was his destiny.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Trans Steve

So like I have had this ungodly obsession with a trans Steve who is very secret and undercover. Like not even Robin knows hes trans. I sort of headcannon that his parents arent supportive but like, Mr.Harrington really wanted a son to take over his buisness so if this means the only way possible he will. Of course not everything is available through the 80′s but what Steve is able to get done is done. (Top Surgery and Testosterone) 

But because there isn’t the greatest education for trans people he doesn’t think he can get pregnant. So he ends up having a slip up under some circumstances and hes now currently very sick from morning sickness. But thing is he still wants to stay hidden but he doesn’t want to hurt the baby. So he lies and says that he has the flu to the party and they all believe him.

He is convinced that he can stay well hidden, and he does. He starts to wear way more baggier clothes then what he normally does and he is super dysphoric over the entire pregnancy but he doesn’t want anyone knowing hes pregnant. There is obvious signs like the cravings.

He’ll constantly be sitting next to Argyle when he hangs out with him eating the strangest combinations there is. Argyle simply just accepts it and goes along with the fries dipped in ranch. Of course Robin gets a little suspicious because of course her friend is hiding something.That and he has been wearing way more baggier clothes then normal which isn’t a steve thing to do. So she is worried hes getting self concious of his scars. So what does she do? She sticks Eddie on him because coincedently he has the same ones. 

Steve can’t help himself but laugh when the other tries to give the other a pep talk which just turns into Steve giving Eddie the pep talk. (Literally the boy will be floating for years after this.) But each time someone comes close to guessing Steve confuses them. Literally no one thinks hes pregnant because hes a dude.

Though when he actually starts to pop out more he is having a increasing amount of difficulty hiding. He feels fat and his hands and feet are swollen and he cant stand it. He also gets very dysphoric and hates his clothing. So a conversation happens one day and thats how he finds himself buried in Argyles clothes. They feel like a actual guys clothes and he loves it. Of course Eddie hops in and lets steve wear a bunch of his baggier metallica sweaters. To be honest he just enjoys seeing  the other in his clothes. 

Though now Steve is having a difficult time standing up on his own, so now he tries not to sit. Which obviously fails. He sits and hes very embarrassed when it first happens. He ends up stuck on the munson couch while Eddie was in his room doing god knows what. He really has to pee because of the baby and the only one around to help him is Wayne. Wayne who isn’t dumb. Hes caught onto how strange the harrington boy was acting and cant help but be suspicous. 

Though it all finally clicks in the older mans head when Steves face goes a little pink and hes cradiling his stomach like its a baby. The sweater tightens a little around his middle and right there is a very obvious baby bump. Wayne is shocked and confused and thinks it isnt but he recognizes the signs of pregnancy. Eddies mother had very similar cravings Steve had, she couldn’t stand up on her own. Though he wasn’t sure his suspicions are proven when the boy flinches holding his stomach as if he was kicked. 

Wayne moves over and helps the other up with a knowing look and neither of them say anything. Though Wayne does when they are by themselves because he doesn’t want the boy to go in labor when he was by himself. So now Eddie is very confused as to why his Uncle was jumping up and around as Steves slave when he comes over. 

(I think I might do everyone elses reactions in a part 2 lol, I have been really wanting to write this but this is literally all the energy I can muster up to do) 

[steddielover]

Contains language

Chapter 5

No Shame In Running

Knowing there was a long road ahead of him Steve went through the motions, he wasn’t sure how long this would go on for. He was still in and out of consciousness, but he was doing what he could, Steve wanted to get out of there sooner then later. He couldn’t help being afraid of what could happen, he didn’t want to leave the others behind, but he also really just needed to be with Eddie.

“Steve, you’ve got this.”

Steve didn’t know if he had the will to live. There was so much going on that wasn’t even funny, there was so much he needed to figure out. He hadn’t told anyone about the accident, or at least he hadn’t told anyone what happened or who was behind it. He wasn’t about to give up on a friend that easily, Steve just wanted to make this better for not only himself but Eddie and the others.

Wanting to be closer to his friends and family he wasn’t sure how to fight anymore. He wasn’t sure why someone he thought was a friend was after him. Looking absently around the room not fully seeing anything he closed his eyes once more, Steve didn’t know what to do anymore. He didn’t know where he’d taken the wrong turn, he’d been different before Will had gone missing and before Eddie came into the picture.

“What’re you doing here? I don’t get it.”

Knowing this was difficult for him he wondered how much time he had left on this green earth. He knew his time was coming soon, shaking the thought from mind Steve needed to get therapy out of the way. He’d not been making much process, he hated it, but he knew it wasn’t an overnight thing either, Steve knew it would take time patience and work. He needed to be diligent and keep at it.

“What’s not to get? I mean it’s just me being your friend. I should have gotten you out of the way forever ago, you’re the reason Eddie died. I never forgot that night, I can’t get it out of my mind.”

Thinking a moment Steve couldn’t help what he was feeling.

“You seriously can’t blame me for Eddie’s death. We all knew there was a possibility of one or none of us coming back from that night, that’s not fair of you.”

Balling his hands into fists in the hospital bed Steve tried to keep his composure, he was trying to keep from losing control over himself. There wasn’t much he could do to defend himself right then in the first place.

“You’re just a prick, Steve you don’t care about anyone but yourself and Eddie. Do you know how bad I felt? You guys just left him there in the upside down. The fuck was I supposed to do?”

Listening then Steve didn’t know what the problem was, he didn’t understand. It wasn’t making much sense to him at all.

“I’m sorry you feel as if it’s my fault Eddie died, you know I care about you guys. I’ve been through hell and back, there wasn’t anything I could have done to change it. Yeah, if I could go back in time and be in his place I would. But it’s only vecna to blame for Eddie’s death.”

Knowing there was only so much Steve could do he wasn’t afraid anymore, if it was his time to go then it was, he wasn’t too worried if the plug was pulled on him, he didn’t have anyone to fight for anymore. His parents wouldn’t care if he was alive or not.

“maybe, but it’s only ever been about you Steve. There was always that part of me that loved you like a big brother, but ever since that night I’ve hated you. And I’m sorry for what I’m about to do to you.”

Not seeing the approaching figure or the hand reaching for his face Steve flinched somewhat as he felt a hand clamp down on his mouth and nose. Trying to get away from it there wasn’t much he could do, Steve wasn’t sure what would happen anymore. Biting down on the hand closed around him he thrashed around trying to get loose from it.

“Try to be very still, it’ll all be over soon.”

Panicking somewhat Steve tried to get out of the grip, he wasn’t sure if anyone else was in the room with them. He didn’t understand why this was happening, he didn’t know why it was him.

“That’s enough Dustin, I cant believe you would do something like this. After all that we’ve done for you. Leave Steve alone.”

Only wanting the best for them Steve knew he had to try and get away from Dustin, even if he did end up dying or on the ground. He would do whatever he could to get away from it all, this was worse then him trying to kill himself, being stabbed in the back by a so called friend made it so much harder for him.

“Stay away Nancy, I’ll call the cops and tell them it was you that had run over Steve. You’re just a jealous ex girlfriend getting her revenge. You’re too late, Steve’s a goner, I’ve already pulled the plug. There’s nothing you can do for him.”

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Flashback

“I dare you to kiss Tommy, Steve. There’s obviously something between you two anyways.”

Rolling his eyes at Carol Steve went in for the kiss. He wasn’t looking forward to it but he was curious, he wasn’t sure what all he’d been feeling lately. He’d been drinking a bit with his friends which didn’t help either, Steve wasn’t sure if word would get around.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure there’s something going on between us. Not Carol.”

Flipping her off Steve went in for the kiss, it was his first time kissing another guy. He hoped this wasn’t him being taken advantage of, he didn’t know how much he’d been drinking.

Steve didn’t care if his parents had walked in on him kissing another guy, he didn’t even know how to explain his feelings. It was all confusing to him, now he was finally able to act on it though, he’d never told anyone about liking Tommy, he just felt different around him.

“Break it up you two. I will not stand to tolerate my son kissing another guy. Everyone out.”

Flushing somewhat and breaking away from Tommy Steve looked to his parents with their arms crossed over their chests and on their hips. He couldn’t help being afraid, he’d been trying to find a way to tell his parents.

“We’ll see you around king Steve.”

Steve wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when it came to being dared or kissing another boy. He wasn’t afraid though, it felt good. Looking to his parents he sat where he was on the ground. He couldn’t help being afraid of what they would say or do to him though, Steve didn’t look forward to this.

“I-I-I can explain. I was dared to kiss Tommy, it wasn’t my idea. Although I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you guys, it’s not been easy on me. I’m bi, I’m sorry if you guys don’t like this, but it’s me. That’s who I am, I like both guys and girls.”

Pulling a hand through his hair Steve wondered how well this would go. He hadn’t expected it to come out this way, he felt somewhat better though being able to tell his parents.

“This is unacceptable, you’re straight whether you like it or not, I’m not going to have my son living with me if he likes other guys. I can’t do it.”

Pausing a second while trying to take everything in Steve couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he didn’t understand.

“Please just get out of here Steve, until you can learn from your ways I won’t stand for this. You’re no son of mine.”

Trying to find the words Steve felt dejected, there was just something about this. He wasn’t sure he could do it anymore, all because he’d been drinking and caught kissing one of his best friends. Getting off the ground Steve went to pack his belongings, he would find somewhere to stay.

“I don’t need you guys anyways. You never loved me.”

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Feeling a warmth wash over him Steve wasn’t sure what was happening, it was all very dream like.

“Steve, I’m so sorry. You can’t let go, not now. You’re a fighter, I’m not letting you go, your time isn’t over yet. Dustin didn’t mean to hurt you, he’s just hurting, but don’t let this ruin your friendship with him.”

Feeling prescence in his mind Steve wondered who it was, he couldn’t hear anything. He didn’t know where he was anymore, he didn’t understand this. It was all too much.

Steve wanted to be with Eddie, wanted to make whatever dreamland this was of his better. Shivering somewhat he looked around, everything was black. He wasn’t sure if it was eleven or Eddie he was feeling there with him, but he knew whoever it was wasn’t there to harm him.

I hope you enjoy the read :) thank you guys for sticking with me so far. It means allot to me.

[soleil-in-the-sky]

(edit 2: if the read more doesn't work for you, pls tell me so i can tag as long post!)

cant believe i missed this, but i don't care. a late opportunity to make underdog!susie and evil!taranza propaganda is still an opportunity. (edit: yeah now i realize it sounds like i hate taranza but that is not the case at all. i like taranza too, its just I'd like to see more of taranza being actually evil during TDX.) (edit 2: ok so this post is kinda... bossy??? honestly even if i don't like when ppl do it, its ok to not like susie or characterize her as evil, or make taranza less evil than he was in tdx, everybody is entitled to their opinion. plus susie's morality isn't really stated so its up to interpretation. plus i might've missed stuff..... i don't feel like rewriting this, so yeah, sorry if this post feels rude or pushy.)

but yeah, It's absolutely susie and taranza. IIRC, Susie was a mole against HWC the whole time (and her still mechanizing people is a mistranslation. the OG JP version of KSA states she betters lives and brings family harmony using science.), while Taranza willingly helped Sectonia take over.

The problem with susie is that, while the OG version of Robobot implies shes been in the company for a short time (saying "i didnt think this opportunity would come so soon" instead "i didnt think this day would come" when stealing the controller), it still doesn't specify just what she thinks about the mechanization project (from what i've seen). She could have been plotting to reset star dream's creations before selling it, but she could of also just not cared. I also feel like her putting up a facade isnt mentioned enough (maybe its more obvious in jp bc she goes from using a formal watashi to a more informal atashi).

Meanwhile, from what I know, there is no indication in the OG version of TDX that Taranza was against helping Sectonia.

I think the reason she is so hated is because 1. HWC is way too similar to real life, and again, her stance on the companys actions is ambiguous, and 2. Mecha Knight... just mecha knight. That's a whole can of worms i dont feel like discussing too much bc i just want to finish this dang post. But my 2 questions for anyone whos knows more/has the time are these:

Is mechanization really as painful as people make it to be? Obviously there's the loss of free will, which sucks, but is that really unforgivable? (and yes, mechanization is reversible, and all of star dream's creations were reversed with its destruction, hopefully including previous planets, which susie may not even have been there for.) Magolor wanted to conquer the galaxy and rule over everyone, and Taranza helped Sectonia take over Floralia too, so what's the difference? But yeah, does mechanization really involve physical pain?

And also, does meta knight really fear susie? Everyone says that because of that one KSA title screen animation, but who says that meta knight flinches because of mecha knight, and not because shes a crazy fangirl? And when she notices DMK and stops to think, who says shes planning to make another mecha knight? Who says shes not thinking because shes just discovered another meta knight? There's also a kirby twitter illustration for hinamatsuri where susie gets to be the hina doll, and meta knight sits next to her as the emperor doll, and merely has a concerned expression, like almost everyone else in the picture, since susie was not expected to be the hina doll.

Ok, i ended up talking about mecha knight a lot more anyway. Im getting tired, lets move onto taranza. People (and honestly, even HAL) keep boiling his personality down to "sad heartbroken boi", and although its true him helping sectonia may have been because of his crush, he is also described in various sources as intelligent, clumsy, and easily lost in thoughts (although that last part may just be him mourning).

Another susie thing: she calls popstarians and jambandrans "uncivilized". Yikes. I think that's just a bad decision from HAL's part. Same thing with Taranza calling "bonjam" a "silly greeting".

I spent all day writing......... bye.. 😴

Please be polite and respectful ^^'

[husbandomail-archive]

i saw ur new post and !! i think thats such a good idea ! i dont often get crushes on niche characters , but i get super fixated on them when i do because i cant just binge their content ;(( one of those characters is so niche the only thing i found about her written online was when she was mentioned in her show ' s wiki page , , which is only about 6 sentences long </3 sorry for the ramble though ! if i can request a character , i would love to have something written for shaiapouf from hxh :,) a big part of his character is that he hates humans / are disgusted by them but , , what if he just had a really soft spot for the reader and the reader had a soft spot for him :,))

I hope this one is okay!! I barely know who this man is but he's insane I love him

“Your wings are—” you pause for a moment, trying to find a word that encompasses all your thoughts. In the end, you have to settle on “—gorgeous.”

He almost flinches back— although you’re gentle about it, he’s not sure anyone else has ever touched his wings before. He’s not even completely sure why he’s letting you do it.

You shift your weight to get more comfortable on the rough shingles of the rooftop; the strange man had spirited you off into the night and set you down on the tallest building he could find. You’d expected him to vanish on those stained-glass wings, leave you trapped up here as some kind of cruel joke— but instead, he’d collapsed next to you, folding his long legs under himself and staring intently at the people down below.

Shaiapouf blinks, realizing that he hasn’t responded to you, and that you’re watching him carefully for signs of discomfort. And then he realizes that the weight of your hand on his wings isn’t uncomfortable at all; if anything, it’s the opposite.

He bristles and a scowl climbs its way to his sharp face. “You should be honored you’ve even gotten this close.” There’s no real bite to his voice, though; he doesn’t even move back, despite the fact that your thighs are touching. He ruffles his wings in the breeze, and underneath the black, you catch the smallest glimpse of those iridescent scales.

Ever so gently, you take the edge of his wing between your fingers, keeping your eyes on his face; his own eyes are trained on your hand, but he doesn’t move as you lift his wing higher, unfolding it until his scales catch the moonlight.

Gorgeous isn’t even the right word— you don’t know the right word. Breathtaking. Exquisite. Sublime.

“Would you let me see them more sometime?” You know full well what his answer will be, but you ask anyways.

Shaiapouf tilts his head, his eyes sliding shut as he pretends to think. Without saying anything, he draws himself to his feet in one smooth motion, completely unafraid of the slope of the roof— anyone who can fly ceases to fear a fall.

He extends his hand down to you. You blink up at him, but he won’t meet your eyes.

“Come on, then— I don’t have all evening.” 

That’s another lie. You both know it.

When you accept his open hand, he’s quick to swing you up into his arms; as thin as he is, he’s not human, and you can feel a strength that far surpasses your own rippling through him. He’s surprisingly warm; now that you’ve gotten up close and personal, your gaze traces the lines of his jaw, the slender curves of his neck, the broadness of his shoulders as you try to get comfortable— and then, in a rush of air and light, his wings unfold behind him.

They glow. You knew that, but still, getting to see it like this, the shimmering colors that threaten to outshine the moon— you’re so caught up in your daze that you don’t notice the way he’s looking at you, his smile soft and his hold gentle.

You also don’t notice when he asks, “Ready?”

All at once, his powerful wings have caught the wind and lifted you both off into the night.

[bonny-kookoo]

Sing to me: JJK x Reader 🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Mermaid AU, Siren!Jungkook, Prince!Jungkook, homeless!Reader, Romance,  Smut duh

Wordcount: 5k (medium)

Tags/Warnings: okay so, spoiled kook, possessive kook, Theres literally an attempted murder lol, drowning? whoops, blood oh no, reader is hella fucking dense ok, biting, courting lol, fish boy is in love, whoops, anyways we got sexy times too, because in this AU fishboy got legs n all of that hah, unprotected sex because, guys pls this ain't supposed to he realistic, wrap it before you tap it folks, its also not all that filthy lol, blink and you'll miss the scene, honestly I didn't include much smut because yall nasty so you will ask for dirty drabbles anyways, not that I mind lol, k I'm done I think, wow mom I've sinned less than usual..

Summary: Help me love myself, and I might learn to love you as well.

Or alternatively: you save Jungkook from being killed, and he totally gets the wrong signals. But he's cute, so its fine. Probably.

Jungkook is floating.

He thinks about what lies above the waves, and cant think of anything he really finds interesting. The surface is littered in junk, in things humans leave behind without thinking twice about it. It's air is thick and stuffy, hard to breathe and never clear at all. It's crowded, with creatures who at the end of the day all look the same in his eyes. There's nothing exciting about the world people walk on.

Its boring, and dirty.

His own home is, compared to that, a kingdom radiating like the moon itself. It shines and sparkles, and harbors some of the most beautiful creatures ever to be found. He and his family, as well as everyone else, live in peace with nature down underneath the waves, existing side by side instead of trying to gain the upper hand all the time.

And he's reminded of the cruelty of man, when he finds himself caught in a net.

He's somehow made the fishermen drop it instead of pulling him up on their boat. But that doesn't mean he's free- he's still struggling with it, fighting it, but he cant rip it apart. All he does really, is tie the knots tighter, have them dig into his skin until spots are rubbed raw. He can't really swim anywhere at this point, gives up as he can see the last lights of his distant home fade into the distance.

Jungkook is floating.

He's slowly being led by the waves, by the love of wind and waters, as he closes his eyes. Its a pity, really; for a prince held so high to die by the mere hands of the poor, he thinks. It's upsetting him, very much so, but he takes it as it is. There's nothing he can do anyways, as he slowly comes into contact with the sand below. It washes him up onto short, the dry sand sticking to his body, waves pushing him higher and higher onto the ground.

He shivers, the cold outside air biting at his skin now unsheltered and defenseless.

He doesn't know how long he lays there.

But at some point, steps are heard on the sand. He keeps his eyes closed, doesn't care about what will happen next- he really just wants to have it be over by now, the ropes already painfully burning his skin at certain spots. He's sure theres sand in his wounds as something touches him- warm fingers, hesitant, and almost shy.

He keeps his eyes closed.

"My god, I hate humans.." You mutter under your breath, your voice hitting his ears, making him notice the way it sounds. He thinks it sounds very similar to some of his kind; sirens being blessed with voices sweet and enchanting. Maybe you were one of the strays who had decided to live on the surface for some reason? But your smell was entirely human, although much sweeter and pleasant than anyone he'd met before. And then, after a small short moment of pain-

He's free.

His arms flop to his side, and he breathes in deeply- finally able to fully move again. His eyes open, and adjust to the night for a moment, before they meet yours.

How interesting.

"Jungkook?" Jimin asks him, curious to what has gotten the young Siren so occupied. Typically, Jungkook would be watching the annual kingdom dances with at least some form of interest; even if it was just a glimpse of it, just to make his parents worry less about him misbehaving. But today, as the graceful dancers move around to the orchestra playing, the young prince is absolutely not there. At least not mentally. "Jungkook." The older one scolds, getting Jungkooks attention- his gaze hard and annoyed. "Please, young prince- at least try to pretend you're interested. This is after all part of our culture." He strategically uses his title as teasing- something which makes Jungkook snort without any fun.

"I really don't want to be here." He explains, and Jimin sighs. "I'd rather be at the surface.." He mumbles, being careful not to be too loud- but Jimin does pick it up, and so does his partner, Taehyung, next to him- now leaning a bit forward to hear better.

"Oh?" Jimin asks. "What could be of interest there, I wonder?" He teases, and Jungkook grows even more irritated.

"Nothing that should interest a whore like you." He says harshly, though Jimin knows he means no harm with it. Jimin is, after all, a man who enjoys the simple pleasures in life- which is why he can't quite grasp why Jungkook, a young man in his prime like himself, doesn't seem to care about whats going on around him.

"Hm, but I think she must be absolutely divine if you're willing to risk the wrath of your own mother just to see her." He says, and Taehyung snickers next to him, clearly amused.

But to both of their surprise, Jungkook grows.. calm. Theres even a glimpse of a smile on his lip as he rests his head on his head, elbow on the armrest of his throne. "That she is." He says, quietly, as he watches the young woman in front of him. He has to imagine you there instead, moving oh so gracefully to the sounds of his Kingdom's greatest musicians- dressed in the most beautiful gown he'd gift you. "That she is.." He repeats, a dreaming look on his face that Jimin has not seen before.

Jungkook watches you.

He enjoys watching you on your daily trips to the beach, picking up cans and bottles, and other things people throw away without care. You're cleaning up the beach, and he thinks its a very good behavior- he likes the way you always carefully scan the ground and sides for any garbage. He swims a little closer as he spots you squatting down; eyes lighting up as you pick up a shell he'd personally not care much for. It's slightly pink- but nothing he hasn't seen in his life. They're so common, and he suddenly thinks that if this already makes you happy, what if he was to bring you something else? Something better, something more worth your attention?

He feels a rush of excitement.

Dashing into the opposite direction, he makes his way towards the ground below, eyes scanning the ground as he searches for something. He spots it after a few minutes of searching, but when he holds the pearl, he hesitates.

Its not enough.

No, that's not what you should get. He's only paying back his dept, yeah, that's what he's doing. But what if he was overdoing it by bringing you something too expensive or rare? No, he should be smart about it, yeah. Start small, and work your way up he thinks, as he takes the pearls he's collected while deep in thought, and pushes himself back to the top, swimming easily. He hopes you're still there-

And there you are, dipping your feet into the water.

He looks at what he can see; only able to see clearly underneath the waves rather than above. There's a bracelet hanging around your ankle, and it looks cheap, he thinks. It only helps him by giving him ideas for his next gifts- if you would accept his first, that is. He's never been rejected before, but then again, has always rejected instead. Nothing had interested him to the extend you did. Maybe you really were of his kind, secretly.

When he slowly brings his head up the waves, you don't get scared, or flinch. You simply look, spot him, and smile.

He likes that expression.

He comes closer, free hand helping him onto the stone you sit on, his hand holding your gift eagerly pushing against yours. You understand quickly, and open them, and he smiles. You're smart, he notes, and it only adds to your qualities, he thinks. Dropping the pearls, your eyes sparkle again- as they should, he thinks with pride. You inspect them with big eyes, as if you've never seen something alike. He enjoys your reaction- and you nod at him. "Thank you- are they for me to keep?" You ask, pointing to them, and then at your chest. He's not fully fluent in human language, but has picked up on some words and phrases, since Seokjin had recently strayed- teaching him some stuff whenever he got bored and visited his younger brother.

So Jungkook nods. "You." He says, and you like the sound of his voice; fittingly just as handsome as the rest of him, you think. But then again- his kind is known for its beauty and enchanting voices. "Keep." He tells you, pushing your closed palm a bit closer to your body as if to underline his statement. You think its cute, in a way.

"Okay." You say. "I'll keep them-?" You ask, and he doesn't understand, until you point to yourself, and say a name- yours, he supposes.

"Ah-" He starts, pointing to himself. "Jungkook. Jeon, Jungkook." He tells you, and you nod, smiling.

"It's nice to meet you, Jeon Jungkook." You smile, and he grins back, slightly sharpened canines in stark contrast with his bunny-like smile.

He thinks its nice to meet you too.

"But you're a witch, aren't you?" Jungkook argues, staring at Taehyung. "I thought you were all so capable." He challenges, and Taehyungs eyes darken- quite literally, since sea witches do technically have black eyes- but conceal them, as to not scare off people. He regains his composure however when Jimins hand lays on his shoulder.

"Now now, no need to become huffy." He says. "He didn't say he can't do it- he simply told you that its not that easy." He explains, and Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes. Ever the spoiled prince, they think to themselves.

"I don't care about that." He states. "Can you do it, or can you not?" He asks, and Taehyung thinks for a moment.

"I.." He begins, before he sighs. "I can. But, there's a catch, Jungkook." He tells him, and this time, the youngest of the group seems just as serious as he listens. "I can't promise that.. the result will be what you will expect." He says.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook asks.

"There's a chance she won't survive it."

He doesn't think much about why you're so often sitting on that rocky structure close to the deep- he likes not having to get out of the water to be close to you. And you think, Jungkook is quite the interesting being.

He’s curious; that much you can tell. His hands rest on your knees, your toes sometimes brushing against his abdomen as he swims closer- face coming forward to properly look at you. His vision must be bad outside of the waters you assume, his brown eyes squinting in concentration until he huffs and let’s himself back into the waters. You chuckle, and simply take off your jacket, slipping into the water as well as you control your breath- his entire face brightening at your body now underwater in his world, finally clear to see for his eyes.

You’re pretty, he thinks, definitely prettier than any other human he’d encountered before. The clothes covering your breasts and private parts a bit dull and boring for his taste- but he’d change that soon. He smiles, happy, before holding up his finger as if to signal for you to wait before he swims away, elegantly and fast. You swim up to breath some air, catch your breath, until there’s a hand around your calf, holding, fingers running over the skin, signaling you to come down again. You follow his question, taking a deep breath to meet him underneath the surface; his excited hands wrapping something around your neck, before he swims in circles as if he’s suddenly got too much energy. You point to yourself, as if to ask if you can keep it- and he nods, wide eyes watching you with a smile that you can’t help but mirror.

You don't quite realize what he's doing.

He however thinks you know. You know that he's courting you, and you're interested in him. You know that he's just given you more than a simple gift. He only believes you're letting him work for it- something he happily does, taking on the challenge as always. He swims closer, holds your shoulders, as his eyes look into yours, his gaze happy and child-like almost. He's close to finally showing you affection- but you suddenly swim to the surface instead.

And even though he knows you only wanted to breathe, he can't help but feel slightly sour at the ruined moment.

"You're awfully happy these days." His mother says, watching her son in the gardens of the palace. "May I ask what has gotten you in such a bright mood?" She asks, and Jungkook doesn't quite know how to break it to her. He knows its not forbidden, knows it has, and does, happen each and every day it seems- but there's still fear inside of him. Theres still hesitation, even though he is not ashamed of what has happened- of what he has done. His mother however notices. "You know you can trust me, right?" She says, and he nods.

Its now or never.

"I've found a mate." He says, and his mother smiles warmly, holding his cheek as she kisses it in congratulation. "Its a human." He says, quietly, hurried- but his mother continues to smile.

"I have suspected as much." She states. "Your friend- Park Jimin- is not very good at talking quietly." She snickers, and Jungkook curses under his breath about how he wants to strangle him. Theres a huge weight lifted off of him however; finally having said it, made it very real to him, in a way- even though it was already.

Because, after all; you were wearing his kingdom's sigil around your neck already. He had claimed you.

He's restless the next time he swims to the shore to meet you again- eager to see you to give you the news of his family's acceptance.

You're late- later than usual, and his brows are furrowed, mood upset at your mannerism. You're usually always on time, always just as eager to see him he thinks- but this time, you're not there. After his anger however, he grows increasingly worried instead. What if something had happened to you instead? Oh what a bad person he would be to be mad at you for getting into an unfortunate situation. As guilt slowly makes his way into his body, claims his muscles, he moves to sit on the stone he usually finds you on. He tries to look around- rain on his skin making it possible to be out way more comfortably.

He spots movement above.

Theres a person he can't make out- throwing something off the cliff down into the sea, and Jungkook clicks his tongue in anger, already upset- but still curious on what it was the person had been so eager to discard. Typically, its tiny things or plastic he finds- but this is something else, he knows.

Underwater, he smells blood.

His pupils contract, eyes widening, as he spots the black bag slowly making its way to the bottom of the sea- red trail leading from it. Its not the blood however that makes him frantic- its the smell of it, of you, that stops his heart.

He gets you out the bag, his anger over the entire situation diminishing into nothing as he holds you close, eyes spotting the deep cut on your side, and the scratches on your face. Unsure where to bring you, he holds you close, brings you onto his back as one of his hands hold yours, your arms around his neck. He swims quickly to the only place he knows you can breathe.

The underwater cave is big enough for now, he thinks, as he brings your body onto the ground, out the water. He doesn't notice he's crying, doesn't quite speak, his native language of clicking sounds and little noises escaping him as he whines out for your attention, waiting for you to wake up somehow. He's been so invested in making you like him and accept him that he's got no idea what to do with a human. Are you cold? How can he warm you up? How does he stop bleeding wounds? How much can you bleed before you die? Are you already dying?

Jungkook doesn't know what to do. So he simply lays by your side, holding you close, in hopes his slightly higher body temperature can keep you warm.

"He's doing the best he can-" Jimin says, Seokjin next to Taehyung as they both lean over your body. Both witches are concentrated, already exhausted, but there's no way they're giving up on you now. Not only because you're important to Jungkook- but because no one deserves to simply die like this.

"I know, I know!" Jungkook huffs out, pupils turned into cat like slits- a clear sign of the absolute terror and chaos inside of him. "What if they're best isn't good enough? Jimin, I can't loose her, you don't understand-" He starts, but Jimin holds the younger one's shoulders, for the first time serious with him.

"I do." He glances at Taehyung. Jimin had saved Taehyung before as well- the young sea witch having been hit by a fisherman's harpoon years ago. Ever since then, Jimin had been attached to the witch like glue. "Trust me, I really do. And they're doing all they can to make sure she's going to be fine." He promises, and Jungkook nods.

All he can do is pray.

When you wake up, there's several things you notice.

First, you're alive. Having a raging headache, and your limbs and muscles feel horribly tender, but you're alive. There's also strings of rope tied to two rock formations acting like a clothing line, several blankets and clothes hanging from it. They don't look human-made to you- the fabrics and designs not something you would think of as regular. There's a bucket and several stained rags- now copper-brown with old blood. Its then that you look down, seeing your cut sewed shut.

You also notice its rather soft underneath you.

Its sheepskin laid over seaweed you notice- the whool soft and fluffy, and warm. Everything seems to be so thoughtfully placed, even some decorative items- you can spot fireflies casually sitting in a jar close by, and burned wood, probably to . Probably to make light during the night. You're tired however, so you simply lay down again. Quite honestly, surely you should fee worried about the situation- but then again, there was no one to miss you, no place you called your home anyways. No use in worrying- because deep down, you had your suspicion.

A Jungkook swims to the surface with the plastic box in his arms, he's careful not to throw it too hard onto the ground. As he steps out the water, he's sure to at least try and his his hands of most the water before he goes to check on the blankets he had brought this early morning. They've dried enough, he notices, and is glad about that, as he picks one up.

You don't have to be cold anymore, he thinks.

He's unnaturally careful for his typical character- his usual behavior quite the opposite as it was now. Now, he's making sure you're properly tucked in, as he notices your eyes watching him.

He freezes, for a moment.

Jungkook hasn't really thought much about what would happen if you were to wake up- after all, Seokjin had told him he was unsure if you were to wake up this early in the first place, and Taehyung didn't even know if you would wake up at all. He'd told his younger brother to be prepared for any reaction really; fear, confusion, maybe even anger. But you seem calm, curious even, and Jungkook decides to sit down in front of your face, waiting.

"You brought me here, right?" You ask, and he nods, eyes not leaving your form.

"You-.. hurt." He points to the spot where your wound had been. "Also hurt." His hand points to your head. "Brothers, helped." He informs you, and you smile, nodding at his words. He suddenly looks at the ground, mumbling. "I.. worried. Thought... you, dying." He tells you, and you sit up slowly again, keeping the blanket around your shoulders.

"I'm not dead though." You say, and he nods. "Thank you, Jungkook. Now we're even." You say, and he tilts his head in confusion- a mannerism you could only think of as cute. "I saved you- you saved me." You say, and he smiles, nodding.

"I-" He starts, leaning forward a bit, now way more energetic and lighthearted as before. "I- we-" He growls a little in frustration, and you cant help but giggle at his troubles- the chirps and clicks escaping him foreign- but somehow, they feel hazy, as if your mind knows the language, but has forgotten what it meant. He's trying so hard you notice, and appreciate. "You like here?" He asks, and points around. You nod, and he beams at you. "I made." He tells you, proudly so.

"I guessed as much. Its very thoughtful of you, thank you." You say, and he nods, happy you like what he did for you. Its not a permanent solution, obviously, but as soon as you're healed well enough, he already planned a new spot for you to come with him.

You just don't know it yet.

There's a weird feeling inside of you.

It's like homesickness, you think. Every time you look at the waters, you feel- sad? It's making you uneasy, and with every day passing by, it just gets worse and worse. But it's today, that you cant take it.

When you dip your legs into the water, it soothes an ache you can't recognize ever having. It helps your skin, it somehow feels as if you're breathing again. But It's not enough, you think- before you let yourself fall into the deep end.

You're floating.

It's like leaving a stuffy and crowded mall, just to stand in a park, fresh air after it had rained, and light breeze clearing your head. Everything is silent, but not at the same time- the water around you feeling as if you're being hugged, held. It makes you relax, makes you let go, makes you only exist for a moment.

You're floating.

And there's a sudden wave of realization that you're also breathing. There's no water in your lungs- or maybe there is, and you just don't feel it being there. Darkness surrounds you as you don't know where you are exactly- theres no telling where is where, no way to know if you're upright or not. Maybe you've died?

Did you drown?

If you did, it would explain Jungkook being there. He's swimming towards you with a face full of worry, as he grabs your wrist and holds you close. "I can't even let you out of my sight for a mere day it seems, my love." He sighs, and your eyes widen. Its almost comedic how his own do the same, focusing on your neck, as he touches.

You're sensitive, and shift away from his touch.

"It-" He starts, now holding your shoulders, as he begins to smile. "It worked! It really did- by the dragon kind, you look absolutely divine!" He laughs, and can't help but hold your hands, eyes roaming your appearance, as you don't quite get it- until you follow his gaze.

Just like him, there's fins now on the sides of your calfs, smaller ones on your ankles as well. Theres also ones decorating your outer forearms- they look like the ones you'd always see on goldfish as a kid. There's something alike to scales as well, but barely noticable. "I- what happened to me?" You ask, and Junkook smiles.

"You.. almost died." He admits, taking your hand and swimming to what you assume is back towards the cave. "You had been robbed during the day, and when I found you.. well, you know what happened." He says. "While you were asleep, we were thinking about what to do. There was no way you would survive as a human- so, a friend of mine- Taehyung- performed a ritual, together with Seokjin, my brother." He says. You finally spot light, glad to be able to have at least some form of orientation. "I'm glad you're adjusting so quickly, my love." He states, smiling at you.

You notice the petname again.

"Jungkook-" You start, as you both reach the cave again, sitting on the edge of where the ground of the cave meets the water. "Why are you.. calling me that?" You ask, and Jungkook seems confused.

"Why do you ask?" He questions. And you don't quite follow, until he continues. "You're my mate- I am only addressing you as such."

Your eyes widen. "Wait- we're-" You start, and its only then that it clicks in Jungkooks head.

"Oh." He says- the dissapointment bitter and evident in his voice. "You.. didn't know?" He asks, and you shake your head, unsure what he means. "I see.." He tells you, suddenly distant. "I.. will bring you breakfast tomorrow.. sleep well." He abruptly says, and before you can say anything, he's already gone.

What just happened?

"There you are!" A voice says, deeper than Jungkooks, but not unfamiliar. Taehyung had been visiting and bringing you food and nescessities ever since that talk with Jungkook. This time, however, Taehyung seems like he wants to say something. You look at him, silently urging him, and he sits down next to you, sighing.

"Does he hate me?" You ask, quietly, and Taehyung looks sad.

"He could never." He says. "He just.. didn't take the rejection well. He'll need time to come around. It won't take that much time- his mother is already trying to get a new partner for him." He explains, and your head whips around towards him. "I- you.. did reject him, right?" He asks, slowly. "You do.. not love him, right?" He urges again, and you groan suddenly, throwing your face into your hands.

"Oh my god I'm so stupid.." You say. "It all.. everything was so overwhelming, I didn't even notice what he was doing." You cry into your hands, as Taehyungs hand places itself onto your back, trying to soothe you. "I though.. especially after I found out about his status.." You mumble. "How could he want me?" You ask, and Taehyung sighs.

"Head up, little siren." He says. "He's still able to hear you sing, if you want to." He says, and you look at him.

"But how?" You say. "I have no idea where the kingdom, or anything really is. And he won't come see me until its too late." You say.

"Well-" Taehyung says, standing up, and holding out his hand. "-allow me to escort the future princess to her lover."

"How did you find me?" He simply asks, not turning around, as you float closer. "I'm sorry, but I still need time to.. get over-" He starts, but you don't let him finish, instead leaning into his back, your arms around his middle.

"I'm stupid." You say. "I'm really, really stupid." He shakes his head, but you continue. "Just because I didn't realize- doesn't mean that I don't feel anything for you." You say. "I just.. felt unworthy, I guess. Insignificant." You admit, and he turns around, holding your face in his hands.

"You really are not gifted with the mind of the dragons king, my love." He states teasingly, the glimmer in his eyes returning. "My status means nothing to me, if that meant I could not have you." He says, and you lean forward, capturing his lips. "I hope you know what this meant, at least." He teases, and your eyes widen, scared you might've done something wrong. "It means you love me." He says, and you chuckle.

"Good." You say. "Because I do."

Even though he thinks you looked like a goddess reborn in your white and pearl decorated gown from the wedding, he enjoys you without it, close to him, just as much. He's alive, he's feeling, he's in love, as his hands move over your skin, his senses filled with you and nothing else.

The sounds you make for him are sweeter than any siren's song he's ever heard or could ever sing himself. No member of his kind is as enchanting as you, he decides, as he bites and kisses the sensitive skin of your neck. Jimin had teased him relentlessly the entire evening and night by trying to send you sweet words, to which you didn't react- but that didn't mean that it didn't piss him off.

You were his.

His princess- and soon to be queen, one day.

And he's planning on making that very evident, as he marks up your skin with little bites, visible for everyone to see. He wants everyone to know, even though by tomorrow, the entire Kingdom will celebrate the marriage of its prince anyways. He's more than ready to show you off, to hold you close, to have people see the divine being at his side that's you.

It's only natural for his hands to roam your skin, for his lips to worhip every inch it seems, as you reach out for his hand every second it leaves you. It's painfully endearing he thinks, how you can be so innocent and pure, while he's between your legs, performing the sinful act of pleasuring you with his mouth.

You pull him towards you, as you straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him. He's in god's divine lands he thinks, as he suddenly feels you sinking down on his awaiting length. You fit around him perfectly, more so than he could've ever imagined. And as you both move, he holds you close, happy that here, in his world, he doesn't need to breathe.

He can kiss you as long as he wants.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. I spilled strawberry milk on my poor laptop while writing this.

[shoftiiel]

bound to you: 13

"why didn't you tell me?"

synopsis: y/n is the new girl in town, she would like to escape from her past and begin a new life without any romance drama, but what happens when she caught the attention of a certain boy who happens to be one of her brother’s best friends.

word count: 1.1 k

warnings: some cusing, kind of angsty

a/n: sorry if there are any mistakes, so this is my fisrt time trying to write angst so it migth be kind of idk weird¿¿¿

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Why was Jake being so upset about it? I did nothing wrong, or did i? Maybe I should have told him? Those thoughts had been stuck in your head all day, but everytime someone looked at you, your expression changed quickly, you couldn't allow yourself to let anyone see you were not okay. You have been doing this your whole life, it was tiring to be honest, but you did not want to burden anyone with your problems. The bell rang indicating that the last class was over, as you walked in the hall someone approached you.

“hey y/n” it was heeseung, “just checking, we are meeting today right?”

“yes” he was probably checking because you canceled yesterday, cute you thought “i'm just going to my dorm to take a quick shower and grab my notes on the project”

“okay, see you in a bit” heeseung said as he waved at you, you couldn't put your finger on it but there was something with heeseung, you have never had a conversation that was not related to school and yet he treated you as if he had known you for years, it's probably because he is friends with jake you thought was you headed back to your dorm.

your phone had been buzzing like crazy all day, it was jake. To be honest you did not want to talk to him, he was being overprotective, usually it didn't bother you but this time he had gone a little too far. This was the first time you and Jake had a big fight, of course you did fight a lot but it was over small things like hat program to watch or if you had stolen his clothes, eventually he came around and gave you what you wanted, he hated not talking to you, but this time was different, obviously there was something else behind and you ghoting him definitely did not help, not at all.

You took a quick shower, put on some makeup so that it wasn't obvious that you had been crying, grabbed your notes, put on your headphones and began walking to where you were supposed to meet heeseung. Too focused on the lyrics of the songs that were sounding in your ears you freaked out when someone grabbed your arm, you looked up and saw Jake, he said something to you that you definitely did not hear because your music was too loud.

“what?” You said you removed your headphones.

“Will you stop ignoring me?” he looked annoyed, which only made you angrier “it is childish” he scoffed.

“I will stop ignoring you when you apologize to me” you looked away , you were not seeing his face but you could clearly feel that he was offended.

“y/n why are you acting like this?” he raised his tone, he had never talked to you like this before, honestly you felt like crying, “why does it bother you so much? i don't understand, you did stuff like this all the time”

“Why didn't you tell me?” he was yelling “What if something happened? ” At this point he was just repeating what he had said yesterday.

“Well nothing happened right?” you couldn’t stop yourself from crying anymore “Jake for the first time in my life i have friends, so sorry if it bothers you, but it's my life and you cant tell me how to fucking live it”

“what do you mean for the first time, back home you never said anything like this”

“maybe because back home I just followed like some lost puppy all the time, I have never had friends of my own and then you left me!” with tears running down your face you looked at him, it broke his soul to see you like this, yet he did not say a word “I was lonely for two whole years Jake, did you know that people only approached me to get close to you! when you left i was completely alone,I had no one”

“y/n… why didn't you tell me?” he reached to you to grab your arm but you flinched at his touch “you never asked did you?” he just stood silent, for what felt like five whole minutes Jake said nothing, he felt like the worst person ever, he was supposed to take care of you, you were his little sister, he had been selfish all those years, it was true, whenever you started talking to someone he scared them away, from his perspective he was protecting you, it had gone to the point were you just stopped trying to make new friends. What bothered him so much was that he thought that you were cutting him out of your world. He wanted to say that he was sorry, but no words left from his lip when he opened his mouth.

you just scoffed “I have somewhere to be” saying that you just left, you were still crying as you walked to the café where you would meet heeseung.

You did not notice that someone had heard the argument you had from afar. Heesegung did not do it on purpose, he was a respectful boy, but to be fair you two had been yelling at each other in the middle of the only way to get to the café, he waited until jake left too, he did not wanted to seem like he was eavesdropping.

When he was close to te café he saw you through the window, you were still crying, he felt like he should do something to comfort you, but he was surprised, as you saw him enter the café your tears stopped, it was as if nothing had happened, you greeted him with your sweet smile, he couldn't process what had just happened, one minute ago you were crying rivers but now you looked as fresh as a flower that had just bloomed. How is that even possible? he thought to himself. He abstained from saying anything because he did not want to make you uncomfortable.

“heeseung over here” he headed to the table. You two stared working on the project and finished it rather fast. “wow y/n! i didn’t think that we would finish this today” he was very surprised. “and look at the time!” he grabbed his phone “I still have an hour left before practice starts”

“Well, what can I say, we make a great team” he giggled at your response “would you like to go to the park?” his question took you by surprise, as you stare at him with you eyes wide open he said “I have some time to spare and I dont think its nice if we stay here, someone might want to use the-the table”

“you have a point” you said laughing at how nervous he sounded when he said that “let's go” you both grabbed your stuff and walked out of the café.

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[milktea067]

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

I HAD THE BEST IDEA EVER AND ITS LIKE 6:00 AM RN. I CANT LET MYSELF FORGET THIS SO I GOTTA DO IT NOW I HOPE YOU DONT MIND.

Sunnydrop x gender neutral reader! Platonic!

Warnings:mentions of sunny having a bad day! ☹️ mentions of sunny getting yelled at by a parent because of moon! Mentions of possible character death (moon/sun getting deactivated) mentions of anger, mentions of reader crying (Let me know if I missed any warnings!)

Angst and comfort!

Not proofread very well!

Written at like 6:30 in the morning so please forgive me 😭🙏

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“What is wrong with you! Can’t you control that dreadful thing! You scared my boy! He nearly got a concussion trying to get away from you!” A parent screamed, making sunny flinch while he looked down at the ground.

He was sorry, he was really really sorry, he never meant for anyone to get hurt, especially one of his little children. It wasn’t like him and moon were the same person, even though they shared the same body. He tried to control him, he really did! But…it doesn’t always work the way he wants it to.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I tried not to let him come out-“ sunny started, attempting to reach out to the little boy and comfort him. The little boy was crying and frightened, and sunny didn’t blame him.

Before his hand could make contact with the child, sunny saw him visibly flinch and cry out in fear.

What..?

Was he really that scary..? All he did was want to make the boy feel better…! Why couldn’t moon just behave! Now he was getting screamed at for something that wasn’t even his fault.

Instead of saying anything else, he stood there for the next five minutes and let the parent yell and scold him, even standing through it when they threatened to report him to the main office and have him disassembled.

After a while the angry parent stormed out, leaving sunny quaking with fear and guilt. Disassembled…? He knew the situation was bad, and he was trying to keep the lights on in the daycare more often, but disassembled…?

He was trying his hardest, and they were still going to take him apart. He was scared. Scared of what it would be like when he was taken apart and never put back together again, but most importantly, he was scared that he would never see you again. 

You would be sad if he left one day and never came back, but you would be even more sad if you knew there was a chance he would be deactivated. He couldn’t tell you what was happening, he didn’t want you to he even more upset than you have to be.

(Time-skip to when you come in for your shift a couple days later!)

It was just after 11:00 p.m. and you had gotten here a bit early. You were excited because you had made plans with a certain someone. You and him hadn’t gotten to hang out together lately, and you wanted to be around him again like you used to before you had gotten less hours.

For the past couple weeks you and him had been trying to hanging around each other more in an attempt to come back together, after nearly being laid off you had to prove you could be useful again which meant time apart from your best friend.

Sunny? Sunny seemed happy to have you back with him, so…why did you find a big banner hanging above the daycare doors that said something that utterly confused you.

“Y/n has been banned from the daycare!”

What..? Why! You hadn’t done anything wrong! What made it even worse was that he had put a frowning face at the end of it, it looked like it was angry and sad at the same time.

Deciding to go in there and give sunny a piece of your mind, you reached up and grabbed it, yanking it down off the wall and bringing it in there as you stormed past the doors.

“Sunny sunrise!!” You yelled, holding the banner angrily in your hands.

Oh no, you used his full name AND you sounded mad. He never meant to make you mad, he hated putting up that banner, he knew it would make you sad.

“Y-yea..?” He said, peaking out from behind his curtain timidly. He had already gotten yelled at by a parent, he was sure getting scolded by you would make him feel worse.

“What is this?” You said, tapping your foot on the ground as you held up the fabric thing high enough he could see and read it. You wanted answers and you wanted them now. You didn’t almost get fired because you were hanging out with him to have him bale AND ban you on your designated hang out night.

“I-it’s a sign! A-and you’re supposed to be banned!” He said, hiding more behind the curtain. Okay, If you weren’t angry before, you were furious now.

You fumed as you hopped into the ball-pit and walked through it to the other side, pulling yourself up onto solid ground before making your way behind sunny’s curtain.

Oh no, he really did it now.

“What do you mean I’m banned! I didn’t do anything! Plus we were supposed to be hanging out tonight.” You said, tossing the banner to the floor. Despite being human, you were just as intuitive as sunny was. You knew something was wrong. He would never just do this to you without a reason.

“I-I…I don’t wanna be friends anymore!” He said, quickly covering his mouth as he processed the words he just said. Looking up at you to see if you really heard the awful words he just spoke, he froze.

The look on your face was nothing short of hurt, hurt and pain. Once you got over the initial shock of what he had said tears began to fill your eyes and stream down your cheeks. For a moment your anger disappeared, completely over shadowed by sadness. That didn’t last very long, though.

The sight broke sunny’s heart, not only were you crying but you were crying because of something he had said! He never wanted you to cry. That was the exact reason he was shutting you out and pushing you away.

“I-I’m…I’m so-“ he started, beginning to reach his hand out once more only to have you brush it off while you stormed out of his room and towards the door.

You didn’t understand, and that just made you more angry. What did you do to deserve this? If that’s what he really wants than so be it.

Once he realized the gravity of the situation, he immediately began to scramble towards you, calling out to you and begging you to wait for just a second. He had fallen and tripped many times, (mainly in the ball-pit) but that didn’t stop him from grabbing onto you in a tight bear hug from behind before you could open the doors.

“Get off of me! What do you think you’re doing! You wanted me to leave so I’m leaving!!” You said, trying to reach the door handle while he dragged you backwards and held you above his head to make sure you couldn’t run anymore.

“J-just let me say something! I-i promise you this will all make sense if you just let me speak!” He said, holding your thrashing and kicking frame above his head while he looked up at you.

“No! You said what you wanted to say isn’t that enough!” You yelled, your voice breaking as tears streamed down your cheeks and fell like rain onto his metal face.

He wanted to cry too, but unfortunately he couldn’t physically express that and it drove him crazy.

“Y-y/n I’m sorry! I never meant what I said! I-I love being friends with you! You’re my only friend in the whole world!” He said, his voice also shakily and broken as If he himself was on the verge of tears.

“T-than why…why are you pushing me away all of the sudden…did I do something wrong..?” You said, finally going limp in his hold and slowly looking up to meet his eyes.

He couldn’t stand your heartbroken face, or the fact that you thought it was your fault he was acting like this. Even though he knew it would hurt, he couldn’t let you go home thinking that he didn’t like you anymore.

“No…I-I didn’t want you to be sad when…I-I didn’t want you to be sad when I’m not around anymore…a-and I thought that maybe…maybe If we weren’t friends anymore you wouldn’t cry so bad when…”

He said, unable to get the rest of the words out. He dreaded what he was about to say next, but he knew that you had the right to know.

“When I’m deactivated…”

What…? Deactivated..? What does he mean deactivated…? You hadn’t heard anything from the main office, nor did he have any maintenance check appointments that you knew of, so why did he think he was getting deactivated?

“S-sunny, what do you mean…? You’re not gonna get deactivated..! I-If you were they would’ve told me! You know even if they did try…I wouldn’t let them…” you said, looking up at him while he slowly lowered you to the ground.

“B-but…but the mean lady…! She said that she would report me..!” He said, still holding onto your shoulders as he searched your face for a sign you might know what he was talking about.

You thought for a moment, thinking back to earlier in the week when you saw a lady and her son go up to the main office to speak to someone about the daycare attendant but no one was there, then watching as she walked out and told her son to forget about it and they would just find somewhere new to play.

You had forgotten about it, it was a couple days ago and you hadn’t had time to visit sun until today, so it had just slipped your mind.

“If you’re talking about the lady with the little boy, she left…she tried to talk to someone, but employee that runs the main office was on lunch break…she just took her son home…” you said, sighing softly as tried not to laugh at the odd circumstance.

You saw sun visibly relax at this, slowly pulling you into a hug as he rested his head on your shoulder. You felt horrible that he had been so scared and so sad for days while you had been working at the other end of the mega-plex. It wasn’t fair to him that you weren’t around as much, and you were gonna try and fix that.

“Everything’s okay now…you need to relax a bit…I know you robots don’t get tired, but you should rest a little bit…you must have been stressing for days…” you said, holding his hand.

He agreed as he let you walk him back to his room. He had just been through mental hell, and all he wanted right now was to cuddle with his best friend. You had just the thing, too.

Eventually you had him lying on the floor with his head in your lap, still holding his hand as he closed his eyes and listened to the sound of your breathing. He liked hearing the sound of your breathing and your heart beating, it let him know you were still here with him.

You and him had always cuddled together when one of you felt bad, and you always sang small songs in an attempt to comfort one another or made you two laugh to brighten the mood, and right now you thought that he needed that.

Still holding his hand, you began to brainstorm what song you should sing to him tonight, and soon enough you thought or the perfect one.

Sun was beginning to get comfortable on your lap, trying his hardest not to lay in a way that made your legs hurt or go numb. The happenings of today still plagued his mind, making him a little restless before your familiar voice broke through the silence and fog of his crowded mind.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…you make me happy…when skies are grey….you’ll never know, dear…how much I love you…” you whispered, still in a soft singing voice as you ran your thumb over sunny’s palm, letting him know that you meant each and every word you spoke.

“Please don’t take…my sunshine away…”

Wow, sorry about how long it is and some of you might find this last part cringe- (sorry it was early in the morning and I had just woken up with that idea) but I hope you like it!

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[slashingdisneypasta]

J Squad x Reader || Drabble

Plot: You worked at the circus as a sort of roadie for a while and kept contact with Jerome throughout his times in Arkham - so of course when he and his 'squad' need a place to hide out before they find Oswald, he of course thinks of you.

So now you're spending the night with the infamous Jerome Valeska, the haunting Scarecrow and the unstable Jervis Tetch in your home.

Warnings: ... I don't think so? Oddly enough? Jervis doesn't rhyme though so there's that. I'm sorry. I cant rhyme ha ha.

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When you opened the door to reveal the three stooges in black and white Arkham stripes, the muscles in your arm flinched- ready to slam the door shut again before rethinking that. Lets try not to insult them, Y/N. That would be for thr best.

"Um... " You eye the two in the back, first. The unmistakable figures of The Scarecrow and Jervis Tetch, an eyebrow raised. Your gaze flickers to the familiar form of Jerome in end though, at the centre like usual. "I assume this is not a social call?"

"We're in need of a place to hide out- Jerome lead us here to... you." A deep, muffled, nightmarish voice comes from the Scarecrow and you nod to him. Thanks. I figured. Jerome himself turns back to you from making a throat slicing / cut-it-out motion with his hand and his neck at Crane, and breaks out in a forced smile. You can tell what kind of expression he's trying to make, as the wide spance of his grotesque lips stretch the tiniest bit. A flicker of movement. And he tilts his head to the side.

"I mean... " His eyebrows push up his forehead. "It could be both??"

"Mhm." Sure. You sigh, though, and step to the side so that they can come into your apartment. What? Like you're going to say no to these three?? You might be friends with Jerome but Jervis wont hesitate to hypnotise you- no matter that Jerome thinks he's the boss.

And that would be the more pleasant way to go; You for sure don't want to see the business end of that fear toxin.

"Man, this sure is nice of you, Y/N." Jerome rattles off, walking around your place picking things up, assessing them from the bottom up, and then putting them back in a slightly different position. Oh, you're going to hate him by the end of this. He glances up at you, sees your glare at what he's doing and smirks as he continues. "Nice place you have, too! Cant believe you never sent me pictures to cure me of Looney Bin Boredom- you rascal. Luckily I found these guys. They're fucked up, A.K.A, Lotsa fun. They've been reading your letters, too! ShArInG iS cArInG! Right? Hahahaha." Oh, great.

I forgot how much he t a l k s.

"Heh," Now Tetch, who stayed standing beside you rather then venturing blindly into your home like his colleagues did, speaks up for the first time and you calm at the chance to listen to a voice not quite as rough and headachy, as your friend's. "Anyway, thank you very much for allowing us to stay, miss! I'd be happy to take a lay, on the floor, if either Mr Crane or Mr Valeska would like the couch?"

Jerome perks up like a parrot and raises his finger. "Um- I'll take Y/N's bed- "

The Scarecrow's neck practically snaps as he turns to the red headed freak and shakes his head. "You will not." Oh, how sweet, you think, pleasantly surprised at the manners the other two villains are demonstrating. "You may be permitted the couch; I'll take the floor with Mr Tetch."

Jerome huffs, and on his way past you to the kitchen hisses your way - which just so happens to also still be Tetch's way, - a mimic of the Scarecrows voice, but slightly airier and lustier. "'I'll take the floor with Mr TETCH!'" Then he disappears into your tiny kitchen to eat, probably, all your goddamn food and possibly some pigeons from out the window. Or at least he'll make some horrible creation out of what's in your cupboard. You can only hope he doesn't try to feed it to anyone.

This leaves you to stand awkwardly alone in the living room with the other, unfamiliar two. One sitting on the couch fiddling with the mechanism on his wrist and the other still standing awkwardly beside you like he doesn't quite know what else he can do.

After a moment, Tetch turns to you with an awkward smile. "Mr Crane and I aren't, uh, romantically involved like Jerome insinuated-

"Don't worry; I know." You assure, still very awkward yourself. Then add an understanding, "Jerome.", as if that explains everything. He nods. It does.

"Right."

"S-so, um... do either of you want, uh... " Glancing at Jervis, gaze flickering up to his hat and the card with a head size scrawled on it, you shrug. "Tea? O-Or... " Looking at the Scarecrow, then, you really don't know what to say. What on earth do Scarecrows drink!? What would be appropriate to offer?? "... coffee?"

"Oh!" Tetch immediately brightens up, starry eyed at the suggestion. He looks like he may have clapped his hands together if he weren't holding a pile of neat looking clothes in his arms. "Tea would be wonderful!" Do they not offer tea at Arkham???

You know what; Probably not.

"Coffee, thank you." The Scarecrow nods, not looking up from his device at first, before something occurs to him and he moves slowly to look at you. "Also, do you have a toolkit?"

"Uh, yah!" Oh, thank god. Tea, coffee, toolbox- all things you can do instead of standing here like a scared, weirdly awkward ninny. "I'll grab it for you."

He returns to his work. "Thank you."

"No problem."

"Uh, actually, miss." Tetch pipes up again, evidently set at ease now since theirs a promise of tea. "I'd like to enquire- would you like some assistance with the tea?"

"Oh, no. I'll be okay, but thank you for offering! I'll get the tea going then bring out a bunch of blankets and pillows for you guys while it heats up. And the toolbox." These two are weirdly polite. Then you tilt your head to the side. "Is there anything else you'd like while I'm here?"

"Indeed! Could you direct me to a place I can get changed?"

"Oh!" You point down the hallway that Jerome slipped through. "Just down the hall- the bathroom is the door a few feet down from and across from the kitchen."

"Ah! Thank you, dear." He nods, his eyes crinkle in a smile, then goes off the way you pointed.

You sigh, silently. Relieved.

... Okay.

Okay. This might work out alright, for you. You might not die.

So far so good.

Then a BAM! sound comes from the kitchen, causing you to jump basically out of your skin while the Scarecrow doesn't even flinch, before you're off to possibly kill Jerome- depending on what kind of damage he's done to your kitchen. "Jerome!!"

"Oopsie!!"

[nyashykyunnie]

Might as well hope on the bandwagon. May I please request a Father Xiao scenarios? Maybe his child can be a half-adeptus like ganyu (Child auto-corrected to Childe when I was typing this xD)

A/N: took me awhile to think of a Xiao hc cuz I was tryna choose between some scenarios AHWHEGW Also SAME, MY PHONE AUTCORRECTS INTO CHILDE ALL THE TIME AHAHAGAGSG AND YES XIAO HAVING A HALF-BLOOD CHILD EEE NGL HE GONNA BE EXTRA PROTECTIVE AHADHJADGS I’m so excited for this ehehh. Also tyvm for the req!!! I hope you enjoy this anon!! Btw this was supposed to be for three charas but I got carried away with xiao so ahah,.... Woops =w=;;

𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛! 𝕏𝕚𝕒𝕠 x 𝙶𝙽! 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

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Having a child, with his own blood running through your veins, you being the spitting image of him- Was the last thing Xiao could ever imagine ever happening to him.

It’s understandable that he was really shocked to know you are his. Xiao is, after all, the Conqueror Of Demons. He is more than used to being in battle, always being on high alert and ready to slash any enemy down since it isone of his duties as the Vigilant Yaksha who protects Liyue.

Xiao was very cautious around you. With your small and fragile body, he feared that even touching you was enough to kill you. The Wangshu Inn keeper had to teach him ‘how’ to hold you because Xiao’s fear of holding you might just make him stay ten feet away from you at all costs.

He watches over you from afar, always ready to strike at whatever dares to bring you harm.

Though, most of the time, the yaksha is always leaving you to Verr Goldet’s care so he can fulfill his duties. It was fine at first- Until Verr had to talk to Xiao about it. He told him that he shouldn’t be too focused  on that job. 

She told him the possibilities of his constant negligence of you, she told him you might grow “Deprived From Fatherly Affection”. Xiao was shocked of course, he didn’t really know that. 

He felt guilty, he was so blinded by not wanting to inflict any form of harm on you, he didnt expect that it’ll inevitably lead you to growing some unwanted mindsets and habits.

Xiao isn’t really one for affection, there’s no need to explain that. Majority of his skills are more on the ‘slaughter’ and ‘exorcise’ expertise.

Regardless, he is not just a protector of Liyue now, he is a ‘father’ now. Specifically your father. This new responsibility isn’t something he will run away from.

Don’t expect much from him though. Xiao is still hesitant to some extent, he’s trying to figure out how he will interact with you.

 Unlike him, you’re fragile. More fragile than glass. He’s afraid of exerting accidental force that will lead him to hurting you. You’re just too small- so small can’t even reach pass his knees(Please this yaksha is just overthinking too much)

Baby steps, that’s what he’ll do. Slow and steady so he wont be too overwhelmed.

He starts off by simply talking to you, maybe even playing with you for a bit with enough begging. Xiao slowly got used to handling you as time went by. Verr was even suprised at one point when she saw Xiao handling you during your tantrums. 

Xiao made good progress with you. He didnt even know that he was unconciously getting attached to you, he didnt know that he adored your presence. He didn’t realize that he gets a little frustrated when he needs to leave you behind. Xiao developed his ‘father instincts’ to such a level to the point that he sometimes wished his Yaksha responsibilties were less demanding.

When you are trouled with nightmares- Xiao will put some stuff to wardoff evil. Though, he also heard that child mortals are more effectively comfoted if they are sung a lullaby, so he’ll do that. Just... Don’t tell anyone else or that will be your last (maybe)

The immortal sometimes even comes home with new clothes since he knew that children grow and he wouldn’t want to see you struggling with the small fit ofyour clothing. He also makes sure to put some spells on them too to ward off evil.

 Xiao unconciously spoils you, his mind always drifting; ‘Maybe they’ll like something like that. Mortal children I’ve seen are fond of those stuff’.  Naturally, he’ll make a way to afford that small gift for you. If he cant, then he’ll just learn how to make it himself.

He loves you, he just doesnt know how to convey that. Being an adepti, being raised as a machine for war- Love wasn’t something he is great at. But even if it’s that, he’ll still strive for you secretly. Xiao will no doubt make the most descreet efforts to adore you. He still doubts himself even after all the progress he’s made in becoming close to you.

“Silk Flowers!” You squeel in delight as you spotted a bouquet of it from afar. You dash off from Xiao’s side, making the adepti startled and call out your name.

But still you were a child, of course you just kept running and running until the ground beneath you rumbled at what seems like caused from footsteps. Your feet wobbled and almost knocked you off of your feeting. Then it stopped, a huge shadow looming over your small figure. You look up only to have the color of your face drained.

“D-Daddy!” You cried out in absolute horror, falling down to the ground. You were terrified, how could you not? Monsters were real, and one of those monsters was about to murder you in cold blood. “Daddy! Help!”

Just at the beast was about to swing it’s flaming axe towards you- The  wind shifted, as if slicing through the air and knocking back the mitachurl.

“How dare such filthy demon dare to even make their presence in front of my child, let alone even dare to strike!” Xiao growled, his eyes flaming gold from raw fury as he walked with the air dancing violently around him. “ I’ll make you pay”

Xiao’s voice was flooded with resentment, his primodial jade radiated as it felt it’s master’s sudden abundance in power. He spun it as his Yaksha mask formed in his face. At the roar of the enemy, Xiao leapt forward, striking the demon in overwhelming speed. He moved so fast it’s too the point the mitachurl wasn’t given any chance to react. But was it done? No, not even a little bit. That demon frightened you to the point your voice faltered in calling him. He has seen you in tears but never to this extent. Xiao was fuming as he plunged down, his anemo spears stabbing the enemy with no hint of sympathy. 

When he finally finished the kill, Xiao’s mask disintegrated and immediately walked to your crying state. He clicked his tounge, feeling a huge pang in his heart as he saw you this disheveled.

“Da-daddy!” You wailed, reaching your arms out for him desperately as your tears clouded your eyes. “Waah!”

He wanted to scold you, he really did. But the sight of you crying like this made the words stuck in his throat. Xiao instead lifted you in his arms, letting you bury your face on the crook of his neck and sob freely. You soaked his shoulder and Xiao didn’t complain, he just rubbed your back to let you know he is there.

“Does anywhere hurt?” His nonlachant voice rung in your ears softly, stealing your attention. “If there is, better tell me now or those wounds will cause  further damage in you.”

“[Y-y/n] is bad.” You hicupped. “[Y/N] is so bad daddy is now ou-ouchie. Daddy now hates [Y-Y/N]”

“Hate? You mortals have odd ways of thinking” Xiao sounded a little rough, making you flinch. “Don’t be ridiculous, I would never bear such hostility towards you. Moreover, I’m not hurt. I’ve lived for thousands of years, pain is something minimal for an adepti such as myself.”

He scoffed.

“On the other hand, your life is counted by only one hand. You have yet to experience what life will truly bring you.” Xiao’s voice started to soften bit by bit as he softly squeezes your small body towards him more “However, I am your father. If darkness decides to crawl at your feet and even when you are frigthened of what’s ahead- Call out my name. I’ll always be there.”

“Da-daddy promises?” You look up to stare at his amber orb. “Daddy will make monsters go bye-bye?”

“Yes” He simply answered. “Now stop your noisy crying, we’re going back to eat.”

He appears cold, his way of talking always straight to the point, but still he loves you. Adeptus Xiao, the guardian yaksha, his power will not simply be used in order to slaughter the darkness creeping around Liyue. With his Vision and might as Alatus, the Golden-Winged King,... He will protect you at all costs and raise you no matter how he is troubled regarding his difficulty in making much of emotions.

You are one his greatest gifts, a treasure he will sincerely hold in his heart forevermore. It doesn’t matter if his karmic binds attack him, he will venture out of it for you. 

A/N: AIGHHTT AAAA ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITTING FOR XIAO HNNN, Did I do good??? AAAA I DUNNO AHDKSGF. I hope you all liked it hngghhhh ;___; Also I’m sorry for being inactive a lot AAAAA, school is starting to get mre and more demanding. I have more hcs upcoming so dw! I wont end up completely turning into a dead ghost!

[drabbles-mc]

Distant

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: could i have a juice x reader fic around this conversation. J: i hate myself, i hate this, I cant do anything right. R: :slap: i won't let you talk badly about the man i love.

Warnings: angst, Juice being a sad boy

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: So I did tweak the request a little bit because slapping just didn’t...sit right with me. Hope you still enjoy, though. This is just a angsty lil one-shot for Juan Carlos.

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When you’d stopped by the clubhouse earlier that day looking for Juice, the guys had told you he’d taken off a few hours before. You tried texting and calling him, but everything went unanswered. When you had asked the guys if they knew why he had been so skittish and distance, you couldn’t get a straight answer out of anyone. That fact only made you more concerned, but it also meant that whatever was eating at him was a club issue, and that sent a jolt of fear down your spine. There were a lot of problems that you could try to help Juice solve, but club shit was above your paygrade.

You called again as you walked back to your car, and when you went to voicemail again, you left another message. You left one saying that you were leaving the clubhouse and making your way to his place. The likelihood of him listening to that before you got there was slim to none, but at least no one could say that you didn’t try to give him the heads up.

When you got to his house, you saw his bike parked in the driveway. Taking a deep breath, you put your car in park and cut the ignition. The light above the front steps was off but you could see the light coming from inside and you knew that he was home. You lingered on his front step for a couple seconds, taking a deep breath to get your courage up a little bit before knocking on the door.

You heard some scuffling behind the door, and a few moments later it was slowly pulled open, revealing a very tired and sad-looking Juice. Your heart sank at the sight of him alone, but the fact that he tried to force some kind of a smile for you but couldn’t broke your heart all that much more.

“Hey,” he leaned against the door, “everything alright?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that,” you couldn’t help but to take note of the fading bruises around his eye and on his cheek, “Can I come in?”

He hesitated, but ended up nodding, “Yea, yea of course,” he opened the door wider so you could walk inside. Once you were inside, he looked around the front of his house as if to make sure no one else was there with you before closing and locking both locks on the door. Only then did he finally turn around and face you, “What’s going on?”

You shook your head, “N-nothing,” you didn’t quite know how to go about saying something without making it seem like you were trying to be nosey, or like you were mad at him, “I just, I feel like I haven’t heard from you in a bit. Wanted to make sure that you were okay,” you tapped the toe of your shoe on the hardwood floor, “Stopped by the clubhouse earlier to look for you, but you weren’t there either.”

His eyes grew a little wider, “Did the guys say anything to you?”

“No…should they have?” your heart was slowly dropping into your stomach.

The expression on his face made it clear that he knew he just put himself behind the eight ball. Shaking his head, he tried to string together a response, “No, no that’s not…that’s not what I meant. I just…I didn’t know…”

“What happened?” you stepped in closer, slowly reaching and tilting his head so you could get a better look at him.

He fought the urge to flinch away from your touch. The hesitancy had nothing to do with you, but at that point his body and mind couldn’t differentiate anymore. You saw the slight panic in his eyes and you gently traced your thumb along his cheekbone in an attempt to soothe him. It was partially successful—you felt him leaning slightly into your touch despite the fact that his body was still tense.

“Lot of heat with the club right now,” he tried to leave it as vague as possible.

“Okay,” you nodded slowly as you brought your hand back to your side, hoping that he would give you more than just that, “Anything I can do?”

He immediately shook his head, “No, no. I don’t…I don’t want you getting caught in the middle of any of it.”

“Middle of what?” you prompted him to tell you more.

His breathing quickened as the events of the last few weeks came rushing back at hyper-speed. He didn’t want to tell you everything that had been going on, the terrible things that he’d done to try and save himself and the club. You wouldn’t be able to look at him the same way—he knew it.

“Nothing,” he couldn’t look you in the eye, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Hey,” you stepped in closer to him and slipped your hands into his, “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

“No,” he almost pulled away from you but didn’t, “you can’t help. This isn’t your mess to clean up.”

“We’re a team, right?” you gave his hands a light squeeze, “Whatever shit we get into, we get out of together.”

He almost wished that you weren’t being so supportive. It would’ve been so much easier to push you away if you didn’t handle it well. Everything that had been thrown your way you’d always handled with grace and it was the first time that he ever wished that you wouldn’t. He needed you at arm’s length and he didn’t know how to get you there without breaking his own heart in the process.

“This isn’t like that,” the truth was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t spill it. Shaking his head, he pulled away from you, turning his body so that you couldn’t see the look on his face, “I hate myself, I hate this—I can’t do anything right.”

Your brows knitted and the softness disappeared from your tone as you spoke up, “Hey,” you stepped in closer to him again, pulling him back towards you and forcing him to look at you. His eyes were wide, never having heard you be that firm with him before, “Don’t do that. I’m not going to let you talk like that about the man I love, alright?” you shook your head, tone becoming gentle again as the statement washed over him, “I love you, and whatever it is, we’ll get through it. We always do.”

Tears were gathering in his eyes, “This isn’t like before.”

“Okay, then we’ll figure it out,” you cupped his face in your hands.

“I don’t wanna lose you,” his voice trembled slightly as he soaked up the warmth from your hands.

“I’m here,” you nodded, leaning in and kissing him softly on the cheek, “and I’m not going anywhere.”

[caramelcal]

corrupted love.

summary: calum’s girlfriend finds out about gang!cal’s occupation in a not-so-friend way.

request: “ Hi!!! I’ve never done this so I’m a bit scared but I saw you were in search of gang/criminal aus and let’s give it a go. Could you do one with Cal getting into a fight unaware y/n was watching and unintentionally scaring her and he works trying to get her back and regaining her trust. If it’s alright, if not I completely understand I also just wanted to say I really love your writing. I’m so hooked on Fool For You it’s unreal and I cant wait for the update!! Pls and thx :) x “ IM SO SORRY I JUST REALIZED THAT YOU ASKED FOR THIS TO BE AN X READER AND I DONE AN X OC (i can redo it if you want so that it isn’t specified, i just prefer to as i can play around with their appearance and personality a little more but i will 100% redo it if you want me to)

word count: 2.7k

a/n: apologies, i am working on other fics but i got a sudden burst of inspo for this one. enjoy lovelies x 

also...y’all wanting parts after this where they reconcile? 

Her soft giggles sounded throughout the room, face lit up by only the tv her eyes were trained on, a wide but beautiful smile spread right across her face. She sat between his legs, hands in his as he softly trailed patterns on her palms.

She was solely paying attention to the tv, a random movie that Calum knew she would like, playing. He was right, mind you, she hadn’t taken her eyes away from the screen since he had pressed play, too captivated by the cartoon. However, Calum hadn’t been watching because he hadn’t taken her eyes off of her.

He pressed a soft kiss at her temple, lips trailing gently down the side of her face as she leaned closer towards him, her back against his stomach as she snuggled against him. The smile didn’t leave her face, in fact, it hardly ever did. Melanie, -or Mel as she insisted everyone called her-, was a smiley girl, much more than him. She was happy, carefree, like an angel; his angel.

Calum had never been one for romantic relationships. He was far too busy for that, but as soon as he caught eyes on Mel he knew he wanted her. He wasn’t sure what came over him, maybe it was the smile, or her carefree attitude, or the way she was so eager to help everyone in that small Disney store that she worked in. He just knew.

She was so different from him but they worked so well together. Or, at least, that’s what Calum liked to tell himself. He liked to ignore the fact that he kept so many secrets from her. It’s to keep her safe, he would tell himself but he knew that wasn’t the only reason. It was the impending fear that she would hate him, even if there wasn’t a cell in her body that could ever muster a disliking to anyone, especially him.

So he blocked out all of the thoughts. All of the ones that told him he had to tell her before she found out in a way he didn’t want her to, or before it became too late.

When the credits started to roll of the movie, Mel turned around in Calum’s lap, brown eyes meeting his as she stared up at him, kissing his lips before smiling at him. Calum stared back down at her, struggling to keep the smile off of his face as his hands held her securely by her hips.

“What’s goin’ on?” Calum questioned at the look he gave her, almost expectant as if she was waiting for him to do something.

“Movies finished.”

“I know,” Calum nodded his head at her statement, lifting a hand to brush a curl out of her face, “Pick another one.”

“I want you to pick one out. One of your movies.”

Calum went silent for a moment as she shifted back around to face the large flat-screen TV that took up a large chunk of the wall. It was significantly larger than the one that was in her and her roommate’s apartment, not that she lived there much anymore anyway.

It looked very expensive, and it was, but she never questioned it, just figuring that Calum had saved up a lot for it. Calum’s apartment was decently extravagant, but not completely in-your-face rich. Melanie had asked him on their first date what he did for a job, and although he said a bartender, which probably wouldn’t pay for all of the stuff he had, he had never done anything that would make her suspicious that he was lying.

Or maybe she was just too trusting of people.

“Alright,” Calum nodded his head as she passed the tv remote to him, “What about a gang movie? I like those.”

His eyes were trained on her face, and even though she tried to hide it, he saw the way her face clenched up slightly. His heart clenched and he started to stutter lightly, “O-Or we could watch an action film? Superheroes? I like those too. Probably more than gang movies if I’m being honest.”

“Cal.” She cut him off softly, rubbing his arm as she leaned against him, “If you wanna watch a gang movie we can watch one. I wanna see the type of stuff you like.”

The funny thing was, even though she didn’t know about the particularly dark part of his life, she knew everything else. She knew more about him than he ever cared to share with anyone. The only people that could probably rival her knowledge would be the three boys that he had known since he was a child.

“Ok,” He let out a breath of air as he clicked on one of his favorite films, holding her flushed against his chest as he tried his best to not get nervous. It was strange, how nervous he got over something as dumb as a movie with his favorite person.

Calum, admittedly, didn’t really watch the movie. He was far too bothered by the small flinches that Melanie made every time something gory or violent happened, the way that sometimes she turned around to hide in Calum’s chest, completely oblivious that the man she was using to hide from the violence was as violent as they come.

“Didn’t enjoy that much, did you baby?” Calum tried to joke lightly, trying to ease his own nerves with a joke as he looked at the girl who hugged against him. She wasn’t scared by any means, too calmed by being in her lover’s arms, but she knew she certainly wasn’t a big fan of stuff like that.

“Uhm,” She hesitated, trying to find the right words to say as a deep chuckle emitted from Calum’s chest, his hand gently running over her messy curls.

“It’s okay if you didn’t, Mel. I know you don’t like violence much.”

“Violence doesn’t solve anything. It just creates more issues and people get hurt,” She mumbled lightly as she looked up at Calum, who flashed her a tight-lipped smile.

If only she knew, he thought bitterly. If only she knew just how much violence that he caused, how many punches he threw, how many people had been sent into the hospital or even to the bottom of the river because of him. If only she knew about the crimson-stained clothes that he threw away just before she arrived that night, just in case she found it. He didn’t want that.

He didn’t want her to view him as the monster that he knew he was.

“How about we go make something?”

“Like cookies?”

He sent her a lopsided grin as he spoke, knowing from the way that her eyes lit up that cookies were going to be the only thing on her mind until they made some. Who was he to deny the gorgeous girl with the beaming smile on her face her cookies? “Why not?”

Her hand held tightly onto the whisk as she tried her best to whisk the mixture, sitting up on the counter with Calum watching her intently with a smile on his face. He could see as her arm went tired from the constant, intense whisking but she didn’t say anything, continuing to try and whisk it by herself.

“You want help there, baby?”

Her brown eyes glanced up at him, sending him a bashful smile as she rapidly held the bowl out to him, “Please.”

His arms, which had been crossed over his chest grabbed onto the bowl as he kicked himself away from the counter and closer towards the girl, muscles flexing as he began to whisk the mixture. She watched him with a small smile, admiring how he looked so perfect in a simple black t-shirt and trousers.

He was perfect. To her, he was anyway.

Soon enough, the cookies were unevenly spread out on the baking tray, due to Mel being distracted to stop Calum from eating the raw mixture. Every time that he tried, she would swat his hand with the spatula, and it was surprisingly sore for such a light hit with such an unthreatening object. They were popped in the oven -which they had forgotten to preheat- and left the two to chat, and for Calum to steal kisses in between their words.

He stood between her legs as Melanie sat up on the counter, his hands on either of her thighs, smiles on both of their faces.

“I love you, Cal,” Melanie whispered quietly, leaning in to softly press her lips against Calum’s, hands tangling in his t-shirt, playing with the soft fabric.

“I love you, Mel.”

It was beginning to become too late to tell her.

  It was almost as if Calum had this switch. A switch from where he went from being so happy and love-y with his girl, to an aggressive douchebag. Calum, if he wanted to be, could be cold, detached, and an ultimately scary human being. He was like that with most, and in fact, he was sure the only person he hadn’t been like that with was the person he loved most. 

At this current point in time, while his fist was colliding with a bruised and bloody boy, one that had very stupidly crossed the gang, he didn’t think of Melanie. It had to be the first time all day that he didn’t.

The boy in front of him was younger than him, by a few years, it seemed. Maybe eighteen, nineteen. This wouldn’t be the first time that Calum has had to deal with kids, unfortunately. Most of them far too dumb to realize what they were getting into. This one, however, he didn’t feel much remorse for since they had knowingly been spying on the gang, to feed back the information to someone. Calum needed to find out who.

“What’re they givin’ you, Kid? How many punches to the face before you start talking?” Calum aggressively called out, grabbing the beaten kid by the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards Calum slightly, making him look the gang member right in the eyes.

The boy limply turned his head to the side, spitting out the blood that was in his mouth before he looked back at the Maori boy, mouth parting as he began to talk, coming out in a rasp, “You’re Calum Hood, right?”

“What’s it to you, Kid?” Calum spat out aggressively. He was well-known, he knew that, especially amongst that world. Of course, the kid knew who he was.

The younger boy chuckled lightly, teeth showing off the red stain that Calum had made them, “My sister really is an idiot, isn’t she?”

“Your sister got you in this mess?”

“No, but she did get into a mess,” Calum stared down at the boy, eyebrows furrowed and getting more and more annoyed by the second when he couldn’t fully decipher the boy’s words. The boy scoffed as well as he could before mumbling, “God, Mel, you’re so stupid sometimes I swear.”

It was barely a mumble, but Calum had heard her name as clear as day, eyes widening slightly in disbelief.

“What?” Calum spat out, hand curling further into a fist as he stared down at the boy for asking.

“You might not know me, Calum. But you know my sister,” The boy drawled out, a sickening smirk somehow coming onto his face, despite how bloody, bruised, and swollen it was. The boy wasn’t dangerous, far from it actually, but right now he had the upper hand against Calum, “Melanie, her name is. Fairly acquainted are you not? It’d be awkward if you weren’t, to be honest.”

That’s when it clicked, Calum’s brown eyes ghosting over the boy’s beaten face, and it became so obvious. The curls, the distinct freckles...Even though the boy was beaten, he could still see the clear similarities between the boy he had just beaten up to the girl he loved with every fiber of his being.

“What the hell do you want?” Calum said with gritted teeth, hand tightening around the boy’s collar once again.

“What do I want?” Melanie’s brother asked, “I want you to turn around, Calum.”

Calum couldn’t help the defeat he felt when he did. All the anguish, grief, and guilt rising to the surface when he saw her standing there, staring at him with tears thick in her wide eyes and a terrified expression on her face.

“Mel...” He took a step forward, but she took a step back, profusely shaking her head.

“Don’t...Don’t come near me!” She had her eyes screwed shut, back up against the door behind her as she choked on her words.

She was terrified; something Calum never wanted her to be. He had vowed to himself that he would save her from every single fear she faced but this time he couldn’t. He couldn’t save her because he was her fear.

Melanie was scared of Calum.

“Flynn?” The girl called out to her brother, eyes briefly drifting over to him before flicking back over to Calum, making sure he stayed where he was. Flynn looked at his sister, the sight of his beaten face staring back at her making her feel sick, “Go outside. Please.”

At the sound of her broken plead, Calum felt like his heart had shattered in half. The gang member, in all of his life, had never felt so much pain, so helpless in his entire life. All because of one girl.

“Melanie...Baby, please, let me explain,” Calum didn’t take another step forward, scared that it would cause Melanie to run away or to cower away from him.

“How could you do this to him?” She asked, looking up at him with tears falling down her soft cheeks. All Calum wanted to do was hold her close and kiss her tears away, to comfort her but he couldn’t. When he didn’t reply, she pushed further, “How could you do this to me?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Mel, please understand-” Calum broke down, tears pouring out of his eyes, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You’re a monster, Calum.”

Melanie had never felt more betrayed. She trusted Calum, with her life. She trusted him to make her feel safe; to keep the monsters in the world away from her. But he was the biggest monster she had ever met.

Their love, which she had thought of like a fairytale, a pure, white, fruitful love that she had cherished with every part of her existence, was destroyed. Every piece of comfort she had ever felt with the boy slowly crumbling and slipping through her fingers. She loved Calum, but she couldn’t love the monster he was hiding beneath. 

Melanie leaving him in the warehouse left a hole in his heart, he had never felt so weighed down in his entire life. After everything he had been through, every person he had punched, every person he had killed, it had never brought him so much emotion. Melanie was his weakness.

He leaned against the wall of his apartment as he kicked his shoes off, blood now nowhere to be seen on his body. Michael, god forgive him, had found Calum in the warehouse after Melanie had left, and had cleaned Calum up. Calum couldn’t even think about Melanie’s brother’s blood staining his clothes, the guilt and pain eating him alive.

Coming home certainly didn’t help.

It was void of her warmth and all of her things. The apartment was empty of their love like she had never even existed in his life. The only thing that even hinted towards her existence was the keys that sat on the kitchen counter and the note. A piece of paper that had clearly been ripped out of her favorite Disney notebook. 

‘here’s your keys back’ it read in her loopy handwriting, sealed with a mostly-dried tear that had fallen from her own eyes as she wrote. 

Calum had never felt more alone in his entire life. How could he ever have allowed himself to corrupt such a pure love with his tainted heart? 

[xxventiswindblumexx]

Here's the Pregame Shuichi Saihara x Reader smut

Shuichi has always watched the Danganronpa Killing Games and fantasized about being in them, about being an Ultimate, specifically the Ultimate Detective. He's talked to others about this, which earned him harsh names like, Freak, Creep , Weirdo and Killer. The last one was mainly from the fact he said he wanted to make the most gruesome and painful murder. Shuichi never really liked anyone romantically until his senior year. A girl by the name Y/N L/N joined Springfield Academy as her beautiful H/C H/L and her E/C and her walk, it all begged him to ravage her. She's a very kind girl with the spirit of goddess, she surely will be perfect for Shuichi. Todays the day he will make his move, he got his usual uniform on along with his backpack and headed out towards school. He seen her talking to that boy Kokichi Oma. God he hated that boy, he's such a spineless boy. After his goddess left for class, he grabbed Kokichi by the collar of his shirt and gave him an angered look "what are you doing with my sweet goddess??" He almost yelled at him. 

"Y-you mean Y/N?" he said meekly "S-she's just m-my partner in a p-project! I-I'm sorry!" he whimpered and held his hands up. How can someone like her want to be his project buddy?? This is unacceptable! His eyes swirled in slight madness but before he could make his move, he heard someone coming towards them. "say nothing about this and ill let you go" He said as Kokichi nodded quickly and was released from Shuichi's death grip. It was Y/N that was coming back, she seen Shuichi and smiled with a slight blush "Hey Shuichi!" she exclaimed as Shuichi blushed almost like a school girl with a crush on a jock. "H-hey Y/N!" he smiled, "Hey Kokichi are you ok?" She asked him as she noticed her friend all shaking up. Kokichi looked at Shuichi quickly before nodded "y-yeah! But Y-Y/N I don't wanna d-do that project a-anymore with you.." he said trying to avoid all contact with both Shuichi and Y/N. Y/N was confused "why? you seemed really into I-" "I-I JUST D-DON'T WANT T-TO DO IT!' he yelled and ran off in the opposite direction of the school. Y/N seemed heartbroken from her friend's shout. 'Did I do something wrong..?' she thought to herself as tears rolled down her face as her first and only friend at this new school just ran away from her like she's some monster. Shuichi hugged her "its ok, he was always so mean to others" he said, "really..?" "yeah, he's always been that way, let me help you finish that project" he said in a caring and passionate voice. "really? Thank you Shuichi! You're a life saver!" She kissed his cheek and ran off to school. He stood there, hand on his face as his blush spread from ear to ear. He soon followed to the school.

Throughout the day they spoke often and planned that evening that he would help her finish the project. Each hour was more and more excruciating for him, he could barely keep his own excitement in his pants. 

As the school day ended, he couldn't be anymore excited or calm, as they walked home, he started to talk about the Danganronpa Killing games, and for once, someone wasn't scared or disgusted by this, she was actually a bigger fan then he was, was that even possible? Well to him its like heaven. Once they got to his home, he helped her with the project as he promised, though his pants couldn't get any tighter around him. They two finished the project fairly quick. "That's the last of it! Thank you so much Shuichi! Though I must get going, my family tends to get overworked up if I'm not home by 5pm" she then got up. 'That's it..? Just a simple thank you..? NO! That cant be it! He got up quickly as he pinned you to the wall, you yelped as his eyes stared into yours, your heartbeat got faster as your face flushed a deep pink. "S-Shuichi? What are you doing?" you asked as your voice is soft and low from fear. "A thank you wont satisfy me! I've been wanting to ram you since the day you entered the school, you now belong to me and only me, NO ONE ELSE!" he shouted as you flinched, yes you are scared but at the same time you're turned on by this erratic behavior. You did have a small crush on him since you met, but everyone kept saying he was a killer and creep so you never spoke to him all that much before today. His hand groped your right breast as the other felt your behind, he slipped your underwear off and tossed it. He then licked up from your open blouse to your neck, he sucked on it for while to make it deep blueish color. His eyes half closed yet filled with such lust. Within seconds he undid his pants to release his pulsing member. "W-Wait, I-I don't h-have a change of c-clothe-" Before you could finish your sentence, he slammed into your womanhood, piercing the small wall that once stood, making you tense up with small cries. He's so deep into lust and despair to realize your pain and continued to roughly thrust, his moans are from quiet as his easily over powered yours, filling the room with the smell of sex and the sounds of it. You soon felt more pleasure then pain as he gripped your bottom and shoved you closer to him his head on the wall, leaning against it to feel you and him from falling. Even with limited movement, he still thrusted into like there's no tomorrow, with each thrust, his member pulsed. He groaned as he got closer, you started to worry on the chance of pregnancy, "S-Shuichi, P-pull MhM out!" you pleaded trying to be audible only for the plead to fall deaf to his ears as he groaned and released his seed into your womb, filing it completely. His thrusts became softer and slower until he stopped. He pulled out as his seed spilled out, though it wasn't all of it. His rough actions left you dazed beyond conscious. He layed you onto the bed as he then thought about the game, if he was to join it, he may not make it out alive. What would his precious Y/N think if she was to see him die. He then laughed, "that wont happen..because ill be the Ultimate Detective!" 

that was 1137 words! This took about 3 hours to write because I kept getting distracted! Hope you liked it! 

[kwonhoshi0]

| 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 |

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pairing : bakugou x reader

genre : angst but like? it’s not cry worthy, fluff

word count : 898

warnings : none :]

request : bakuhoe w/ a reader whos tryna focus on their mental health but add a little bit of 🌌spice🌌 like him and the reader are enemies!

| 17th december |

it was the last day of school before the christmas holidays and everyone had to go straight to the dorms after school, with the recent ua attack the school couldn’t risk the league finding out about where class 1as parents live. it was the last lesson of the day thankfully and you were stuck paired with none other than katsuki bakugou, you didn’t hate bakugou but he hated you for some reason.

as much as you liked him you knew you couldnt be with him right now being in a relationship would be too much not that he saw you in that way, you weren’t coping well not being able to see your adoptive parents so you were just trying to focus on calling them and talking to them when you can.

‘HEY L/N STOP FUCKING DAY DREAMING AND HELP ME OUT’ you flinch at your obnoxious class partner, ‘yeah sorry’ you grab the piece of paper he was working on and easily fill out all the questions. you really wanted to know why bakugou hated you more than he does anyone else, it kind of hurt you, maybe it’s because you talk back to him when you need to but you weren’t going to stop defending yourself because of a boy.

as soon as the class ended you grab your stuff and attempt to leave the room, before you could you felt a hand on your shoulder, ‘i didn’t mean to make you flinch before’ you smile at the usual raging boy ‘it’s fine’ before walking to the dorms with mina. ‘bakugou 100% likes you’ she blurts out, at this you just stare at her, ‘mina he hates me, more than anyone in the class, maybe except from midoriya but he does not like me at all’ you said with a sad smile. ‘no but he’s never apologised to someone before’ she says as you reach the dorms, ‘i’d hardly call it an apology’ laughing you walk up the stairs with her before saying bye and getting to your room, once you get to your room you change into an oversized jumper and a skirt, after quickly washing your face you head to the common area.

‘hii y/n’ denki says hugging you, ‘wanna play, i’ll beat you again’ you say motioning at the console. ‘i’m winning this time’ he smiles, times like this you wish you had fallen for someone like denki, someone who doesn’t hate you. what you didn’t realise was that bakugou was watching you both from the kitchen, you felt so overwhelmed, your head was full of thoughts, you felt bad for not calling your parents you missed them, and then focusing on this game without spacing out was getting to you.

‘y/n you’re so shit’ bakugou sneers, you didn’t even want to retort you were tired, and sad, what did you do to make him hate you so much. ‘what too stupid to even respond’ he said again. that was it, you felt tears in your eyes, why did you have to fall for someone who wouldn’t care if you disappeared. getting up you didn’t even look at bakugou you just went to your room, ‘y/n?’ you heard denki call but you couldn’t.

closing your door you just sat down and cried for whatever reason, you knew you shouldn’t have bottled everything up. after a couple minutes of silent crying you heard a knock on your door. ‘who is it’ you tried to say in a steady voice. ‘look y/n i know i took it too far’ you sighed hearing his voice, ‘just don’t, l-leave’ you cursed at yourself for letting your voice betray you. you couldn’t remember if you locked your door or not, ‘no’ was all you heard before he opened the door to see you sat on the floor against your bed.

‘y/n i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to take it that far’ he sat next to you his eyes full of worry and regret. ‘bakugou why, why do you hate me so fucking much’ you cried moving away from him ‘it’s like i’m just some obstacle in your life or some inconvenience to you’ you watched as moved closer to you with sad eyes. ‘y/n i don’t fucking hate you, it’s the opposite you, i-i like you but i don’t want to, fuck i like you so much it’s like everytime i see you i like you more and i wish i didn’t and i know it’s no excuse i’m sorry’ you stared at wall in front of you for a minute processing what he said. ‘you’re so fucking stupid’ you laugh teary eyed ‘i like you too but, i cant be in a relationship right now’ you tell him about your parents and he said the best thing he could in that moment.

‘y/n liking you will never be a temporary thing, i’ll wait as long as i need to, and when your ready i’ll be here’ at this you swear you cried more ‘shit did i say the wrong thing’ you shake your head laughing, you put your arms around his neck and hug him both falling to the floor laughing. ‘i’m sorry for hurting you’ he says again his hands on your jaw, you smile, he smiled back and looked in your eyes before your lips. and in that moment everything was perfect, he kissed you.

a/n : pain only pain

i hope you liked it i’m such a simp bye

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh Part 4

a/n: I LIVE FOR THESE MANAGER SEIJOH ASKS LIKE BLS TAKE OVER MY LIFE

(i originally planned to write the other schools for the manager scenario like theyre already in my drafts with plans and partly written out but like seijoh is my TOP PRIORITY (sorry pls dont hate me) BC THEY ARE MY BOIS)

also, most of my ask box is all for a kyoken ending and kyoken fluff and aoba johsai fluff and im quaking bc this is spurring me to create more aoba johsai imagines and my love for the other schools is just like being overshadowed by our little plant babies :’)

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anon request: Im the anon who mentioned the chaos about the dating and can I say I love it!!! 🙏🙏 i kinda have this hc for the boys that they fight whenever they go on bus rides, just because they want yn to sit next to them. But she usually sits next to the calmer members?? The reason the boys fight?? She may or may not have fallen asleep a few times, her head on kyo/iwa shoulder. 🥺🥺

LMAO THAT PART JUST REEKED CHAOTIC ENERGY AND SHE WOULD TOTALLY SIT NEXT TO THEM JUST TO SPITE THE OTHERS AND I LOVE THE IRONY LIKE THE MOST AGGRESSIVE LOOKING ARE THE SOFTEST AND CALMEST TOWARDS HER LIKE PLEASE KYOKEN AND IWA ARE JUST LITTLE SOFT BEANS AND DESERVE THE WORLD

(bruh im so soft for iwa and kyo like my best bois and i must write them out IMMEDIATELY bc theyre so uggghhhhhh!!!!!!!)

MY TWO MEN IN ONE GIF GOD HAS BLESSED ME-

oh dear

bus rides,,,,, yep here we go

the team is usually peaceful and civil w each other (minus iwa literally beating oiks up but thats irrelevant information)

like they dont really have fights or have any arguments bc they meet up every saturday to talk about the week and if anybody had any concerns or anything they were mad about since it was like a family meeting

but boy oh boy

when you entered this family,,, arguments and misunderstandings happened once a week

‘no! y/n-chan said she was going to go shopping with me!’

‘um, she already agreed to go to to the arcade w me’

‘wait, she told me we were going to go visit that cafe!’

yes you agreed to do those things w them but you never assigned a date

your attention was something that these boys were always wanting since they only see you during club hours and practices

their jealousy gets really ugly sometimes and the two first years actually get all smug about it 

‘hm, y/n, we still up for studying later?’

you ruffled his hair and smiled up at him

‘yep! we need to set an alarm though or else i’d end up staying after 1 in the morning again’

‘great. cant wait’

kunimi rarely shows any emotion towards his senpais but they couldnt miss the smug smirk that made oikawa grip the volleyball and mattsun holding him back

god hes such a little shite

everyone knows that the first years have a upperhand than them bc of your same grade so the upperclassmen were much more sensitive to spending time with you outside of practice

and they liked to spend that time wisely

when the time for away games come, you weren’t that worried about it

i mean,, why would you when boarding the bus is going to be so early in the morning at like 4 in the morning and theyd be sleeping the whole time so you get peace and quiet

in fact, you were looking forward!

but nope!

jesus took the wheel and said no

instead, you were watching the team members shouting and yelling at each other at the asscrack of dawn

say sike rn

the 2 coaches were actually not there yet so they werent able to help you and whip the boys to order so here you were, bleary eyed and clearly still tired, sighing and rolling your eyes at the fight

‘SHE SITS WITH ME! IM TEAM CAPTAIN! I GET DIBS!’

‘NO! YOU DROOL ON HER AND MESS UP HER CLOTHES! YOU LIKE MAKKI-SENPAI MORE, RIGHT, Y/N-CHAN?!’

now you might be asking me, ‘author-chan, why are they fighting so hard for something as simple as a bus ride?’

well, my young grasshoppers, this is not just a simple bus ride

you are infamous in the team to be a sleeper

no matter what form of transportation, bus, car, any surface, you found yourself in dream land

yall i wish i was like that

the sleep paralysis demon beside my bed says otherwise

they freak out and fight over even a simple touch of affection from you, do you really think they wouldnt fight tooth and nail to being your pillow and freely watching your adorable sleeping face?

these men are fighting as if they were fighting something serious like a world war

lmao with how intensely theyre fighting, it practically is

but there were two players who actually didnt care either way since they only wanted you to be the most comfortable and they werent exactly the most squishiest members

in fact, they were basically all muscle and probably not the most comfortable

NOPE I BELIEVE THAT IWA IS IN FACT ONE OF THE MOST COMFIEST AND BEST PILLOWS IN THE ENTIRE HAIKYUU UNIVERSE

totally not my bias talking or anything

so it was no surprise when they didnt get themselves involved

iwa was already done w them and goes in the bus because mom deserves a nap

naturally, kyo follows the leader and boards the bus after him, leaving the others to fight it out in the school parking lot

you were happy that they were too distracted that they wouldnt notice you sneaking away into the bus and you were slightly disappointed that out of all the seats, kyo had to sit in the one-seater by the front

so you immediately went over to the other person, who was iwa-san, and he was just settling in, pulling out his teal blanket

you blinked at him when he caught you stare but he gently smiled before opening the blanket

‘i was never a fan of window seats anyways’

you happily bounced over to him and you placed your bag at the overhead compartment bc seijoh is bougee and can afford everything before you climbed over him to the seat next to the window

iwaizumi tried to make you as comfortable as he can so he kept the seat divider thing yanno what im talking about? between you

but his eyes widened when you casually pulled it up and snuggled closer to him

youve done this before so he opened his right arm for you to cuddle closer but he was still surprised 

meanwhile,,,

you just closed your eyes with a smile as you pulled the blanket to your chin and practically glomped yourself to iwa

ugh im so jealous of you!!!!!!!!!!

‘hmmmm, youre so warm iwa-san. youre like,,,,, jacob from twilight’

his eyebrow quirked and he smiled, wrapping his arm around you and tightly holding you close

‘oh? the werewolf?’

he felt your head nod

‘mhm. so warm, and strong, yet so gentle and soft’

by now, both your legs were already swung over his lap and head on his chest as you sat sideways

his fingers traced circles around your middle as his other hand was fiddling with your fingers

‘didnt he like mark a little girl?’

‘iwa-san dont talk about that!’

his laugh grumbled his chest and you giggled, trying to become even closer towards his naturally warm chest and inhale his scent

lavender mixed with peppermint

it was such an odd combination from the people you knew and you were immediately drawn to it

thats why you usually wore his jacket rather than your own

he always gets confused as to where it is but you steal it and watch him look for it

you didnt hear that from me though

it didnt take a long time for you to fall asleep and by the time the 2 coaches finally arrived and yelled at the players, they were already late

‘oikawa, i thought youd handle this properly!’

oiks whimpered from the coach’s scolding but apologized then pushed everyone in

the sight in front of them made them both boil in jealousy and squeal in uwus

you, the softest and sweetest and kindest little flower human being, being cuddled up to iwaizumi, the brute and bara arms and the ultra macho strong man, who had his head on top of you

KYAAAAAAAA

even though they knew you were a heavy sleeper and iwa slept like a rock, they still quieted down and silently walked over to their seats, hissing and shushing at anyone who even made the slightest bit of noise

rustle of the bags?

SSSSHHHHHH

seat creaking as they sit down?

SSSHHHHHHHH

they only let this slide bc your sleeping face was just so cute and they didnt have the heart to wake you up

and also face the wrath of titan iwa and be thrown into the atlantic ocean like oikawa did one time

when you finally arrived at the stadium, they waited for a rough 10 minutes just to figure out how to wake you up

they didnt want to wake up iwa first and have him yell at them but they didnt want to wake you up first either

but kyo didnt understand the dilemma and instead just goes to the back where yall were at and he goes to the seat behind you so he could reach you easily and tickles your cheek

the team is just like 👁️👄👁️

your nose scrunches at this tingling sensation until it continues so you open your eyes and finds kyo just smiling down at you

oiks is literally shaking bc he could see the smallest smile on kyo’s face

‘wake up’

with his gruff voice, it sounded like he was ordering you around but you knew he couldnt help it and blinked tiredly at him, giving him a smile of your own

‘hm, hi kyo-san’

you winced at the sudden appearance of the sunlight and that made you fully wake up before flinched at the eyes of the other players

‘hello, everyone’

you said slowly and you sat up, noticing iwa still sleeping

oiks held his breath bc hes been friends w iwa since he was still a baby and he knows that its like waking up a sleeping dragon

‘wait y/n-chan-’

but you didnt listen and poked his nose

‘iwa-san? iwa-san, we’re here’

you cooed and the poking made his eyes flutter open and with his head still tilted to the side, he swore he saw an angel by the way the sunlight hit the back of your head giving you a smiling angel effect

hm, i could get used to seeing this when i wake up

you grinned and when he finally stretched, you sat up stright, waiting for iwa to get up so you could slide out

but kyo was an impatient little bean and just hoisted you out of there and towards him behind the seat

‘come on. i got your bag’

he mumbled and you nodded, letting him hold your hand

lmao wait i forgot the time this is set

this is set during the 2nd inter-high okay? okay

oiks was still complaining at kyo and iwa hogging you but you didnt listen and continued walking towards the entrance, glancing around at the other teams

as usual, oiks and iwa were walking to the front bc yanno, captain and vice-captain, while you and kyo walked at the back, mainly bc you didnt want any player to stray off like kindaichi did last time and look for him for hours

kyo gripped your hand and you turned your head to look at him to see his eyes glaring at anything

you chuckled which made him look down at you, the glare slowly disappearing

‘hm, kyo-san, you should really invest in contacts. it doesnt matter if wearing glasses makes you feel like a nerd bc you still need it to see’

he scrunched his nose when you scolded him and he was about to retort when him and the team caught the whisperings of the nearby teams

‘oh my god, seijoh and the beautiful manager’

‘how old is she? i hope shes at least a second year’

‘ngh id tap that’

IM BLEEHHHHH

‘is he her boyfriend? if so, the competition isnt that hard then’

kyo growled and was about to lunge at the yellow jacketed boy but you held him back, also worriedly looking at your boys

‘seijoh, down’

you ordered and they shrunk back, opting to just glaring heatedly at the other teams

you could still feel kyo shaking at rage to them sexualizing you but your hands squeezing him and the other hand rubbing his arm helped him control it

‘dont make a scene, kyo-san. its your first competition since your suspension, right? and you love volleyball so please keep it in. i can protect myself’

you whispered but he let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and continuing to glare at everyone as if he was asserting dominance

‘if they touch you-’

‘ill kick them between the legs, i know. you told me already’

you teased and he hummed in agreement

when they played, they were at ease bc the two coaches were there and they were also protective of you like their own so they wouldnt have to worry about someone to go after you

however,,

as they were warming up for the second game, you had to quickly fill up their water bottles bc they were already tired and dehydrated so you needed to fill them up

and they were all busy and you didnt want to bother them and you were going to be quick anyways so you just took the case of bottles and ran to the nearby water fountain

you were hurriedly filling them up and at your last bottle, you were about to cap it when you felt a presence behind you

he stood close and his arms snaked around your waist but you hurriedly tightened the lid and whacked him at the head with the heavy bottle

you continuously hit him and kicked him between the legs before hitting him again

‘DONT TOUCH ME AGAIN!’

you shouted and iwa and kyo were watching from the end of the hallway, panting from running so fast since they heard your shouts

okay a little flashback,

kyo was watching you from his perepharal vision and when he went up to spike, he took his eyes off of you for ONE DAMN SECOND and you nyoomed out of there

when he didnt see you anywhere, he wildly looked around and this caught the attention of the vice-captain

‘oi! kyotani! whats wrong?’

‘y/n. where is she?’

they took off running and the team was just like what

then they heard shouts and kyo knew it was you

his mad dog senses

hehe get it

he as about to tackle the guy but he saw you beat him with a water bottle and eventually taking another bottle and kicking him and hitting him with the two waters

the player cowered and scrambled to get away bc wow this girl was psycho

um no sir, she was protecting herself from hormonal testosterone filled children like you

‘YEA GO RUNNING! COME TO ME AGAIN AND ILL BEAT YOU UP HARDER! DISGUSTING! TRASH! GROSS! SCUM!’

maybe it was because the last time you were touched without consent was when you got bullied but you were definitely fighting harder and more aggressive at protecting yourself

you turned around and the rage from your eyes disappeared when you saw the two boys there

‘hey iwa-san! kyo-san! sorry, i needed to fill the water bottles!’

you grinned and placed the bottles back to the case before lugging it up

my god their eyes were shining

yep, thats my girl

when their games were over for the day, they made their way to the exit where the bus was at and you and kyo stayed behind again

you caught the eye of the guy and his team and you and kyo glared at him, both wearing a sadistic smile

UGH YALL ARE COUPLE GOALS I SWEAR

kyo even went up to him and the team shrunk leaving the guy standing there in fear at the look on his face

‘listen, i dont like it when my baby girl gets touched by filthy shite like you. so do it again, and ill chop those damn fingers of yours, got it?’

lmao he’ll come for your ankles

the guy just nodded in fear while his team were cowering at the back

you chuckled and pulled kyo to go bc as much as you liked watching this, you needed to go to the bus to go home

‘cmon, kyo, i want to go. im getting a headache from the smell of garbage’

he shifted his gaze to you and sent you a soft smile

‘okay. lets go’

hah you thought it ends there?

kyo is a dramatic little shite so he made a show of grabbing your waist and kissing your temple before flashing them a finger

oiks was tapping his foot impatiently at the bus and when you and kyo emerged from the entrace, he was about to snatch you up but kyo stood in front of you

‘EH?! KYOKEN-CHAN, I WANT TO SIT WITH Y/N-CHAN!’

‘no’

he said and didnt say anything else as he pulled you to the bus and into a two seater where you sat at the window again and he sat on the outside

‘hah? you want to sit next to me, kyo-san?’

you teased but he flushed red, hurriedly hiding in your neck

you laughed and brought a hand up to caress his nape

‘mhm’

he mumbled and you pursed your lips to hide the squeal

‘youre so cute, kyo-san’

‘not cute’

‘very cute’

‘no’

‘AM I CUTE Y/N-CHAN?’

‘SHUT UP SHITTYKAWA’

kyoken got away from your neck and went to hit the captain 

oikawa screamed

a/n: my first week of school was so weird bc we only have like 2 days and the other days are just free days bc we havent really done anything except talk about our classes but im just hating this system like ugh i actually want to go to school bc ya girl is going to a tech school and this 2-day a week is not the vibe