#i watched the first episode in the morning (in a room i couldn't black out which was a mistake!) and then went to work

[celebrimborium]

Dropping 3 episodes at once is such an evil thing to do to gifmakers! Just saying!

(jk I love it)

[risuola]

REAL LIFE SURPRISE — GN. READER x GOJO SATORU

Life has been heavy on your shoulders lately, so instead of going out with your friends on a halloween night, you decided to stay in bed, catch up on the last episodes of JJK and just rest. With that in mind, you fall asleep while watching the second season, but what you couldn't prepare yourself for is the voice that wakes you up.

cw: none really, except for anime spoilers, season 2, but everything written happened already in the anime — 1,4k words

a/n: it's just my brain babbling, don't mind me. I had this idea for a long time now, it's written quickly so errors might occur!

It was halloween night, you're alone in your house. Life has been heavy on you lately, so you decided to stay at home, binge watch anime - you had few eps of your favorite anime to catch up on. You've been so busy for the past few weeks that you weren't even thinking about watching JJK, so this seemed like a perfect opportunity.

And you did just that; snuggled with blankets, you put the second season on. First part somewhat eased your mind. Gojo's memories really filled you with melancholy, it cleared many things from what you watched in the first season. Then the Shibuya arc started. It was exciting, even though you kinda knew what will happen, you read the manga, but the animation just hits different.

Your eyelids began growing heavy, the pillow below your cheek seemed to suck your consciousness away and finally, you just passed out. The sounds of episodes playing in the background did nothing to wake you up, even the light from the screen wasn't bothering you as you dozed off into the dream lands. And you'd probably be sleeping until morning. You'd wake up not knowing where you really stopped watching, but that's okay - you can always start over, you loved the anime after all. But you didn't sleep that long.

You woke up nervously, the sound of a long hum made your eyes flutter open in an instant. You noticed the screen in front of you, it wasn't playing anymore, the video stopped and you recognized the scene from the manga - Gojo just got sealed into the prison realm, but when you looked closer, you could tell the screen was glitching. It never did this before.

"You're awake," the voice reminded you of itself and you almost shit your pants. Someone was in your room, someone was inside your house. And the tone... it seemed oddly familiar, you felt like you know it from somewhere, but there's not a single person you could really tie it to. But you knew the voice, you knew it for sure.

Without thinking much, you grabbed the first thing near you. Armed with the soft-cover notebook you jolted up, ready to aim the deadly weapon at the intruder, but your heart stopped at the sight.

A man was there, sprawled on the chair next to your desk. His long legs clad in black pants were spread widely as he was sitting comfortably, leaning against the backrest as if he wasn't inside your house. But it wasn't his large form that shocked you the most. It was his features. A human, but ethereal in every way. In the faint light of the led strips on your wall, you could tell his hair was light, maybe even white, just as the thick row of lashes that framed his eyes. His face was gorgeous, too perfect to be real but he was real, he was there.

"Let me turn the light on," he chuckled, noticing how much you struggled to see him in the pathetic imitation of lights. He got up, nearly hitting his head on the cheap chandelier in the middle of your ceiling and once his long fingers flicked the lights on, you nearly passed out. He really had white hair and it was easy to tell that it was white by nature. There was not a single discoloration near his roots nor a sign of it being dyed. It wasn't a wig either. And his eyes... bright blue, almost glowing with their crystalline beauty.

"What the hell is going on?", you asked, still gripping the notebook for dear life as if it was going to harm anyone. You probably couldn't kill a fly with it, not to say this tower of a man.

"Hmmm, I'm probably just as confused as you are," he replied, this time dropping his weight onto the edge of your bed. "I got sealed, my bad. I suppose the prison realm sent me into some kind of different dimention."

You blinked at him, taking in the information but your brain refused to register it properly. What the hell does he mean he got sealed?

"It's quite odd actually," he continued, "I can't really feel any cursed energy in here, or maybe my six eyes are not working all that well in this world. I hoped you'll tell me what kind of dimension it is. Ah, sorry, how rude of me. Gojo Satoru, nice to meet you."

"The fuck you mean Gojo Satoru?!", you nearly screamed, throwing the notebook at him, doing about as much damage as you suspected. None. He just dodged it. "It's not a dimension, it's the real world. You do not exist, you're a character from anime, for god's sake..."

"That's harsh, sweetheart," he chuckled.

Maybe it was a prank? Maybe your friends wanted to scare the shit out of you, maybe it was a cosplayer? Very good one, but it would make more sense than him being here. How the fuck he even got here? You're sure you locked all doors and windows were closed as well. And why was your computer stuck on the frame in the video?

"It's not funny," you whined, getting up from the bed and leaving the room to check on the doors. It really frightened you to see that everything was exactly how you left it. It was closed in the same, very odd way you always do it, with the upper lock twisted two times, the lower one twisted just once and the key still hanging from the keyhole. The windows were just as you left them as well, all closed except one in the kitchen - the one that's too small for anyone to squeeze in and it had an anti-mosquitoes mesh outside. You were also on the 7th floor. What was going on?! "It's really not funny..."

"You seem really nervous for someone who just woken up, you know?", the man followed you and when you looked at him, he was standing next to the entrance to your room, leaning against the doorframe. "I must admit, I can't really recognize myself in the mirror, I remember my face slightly different."

"Yeah, like this?", you grabbed your phone and showed him your homescreen. Embarassment of having his picture both there and on the lockscreen you pushed away, it wasn't important right now. His gorgeously blue eyes scanned the wallpaper, the orbs glistened in the harsh light of your screen and you listened to the soft hum he made. You suddenly realized why his voice sounded familiar. It was Gojo's voice. Or rather his voice actor's...

"Oh yes, that's more like it," the man gave it a nod and then turned to look at himself in the small mirror on your wall. "Still handsome though. What you think?"

"You are gorgeous, but THAT'S NOT THE POINT," you almost screamed. What do even do in this situation?

"Well, I suppose I'll stay in this world for as long as my students get me out of the prison realm," he said matter-of-factly, shrugging with nonchalance, completely unbothered by the way he isn't supposed to exist in this world. "What about the cursed energy? Are you heavenly restricted or-"

"There's no such thing as cursed energy in real world. No six eyes, no limitless, no cursed spirits, domain expansions, no nothing. In this world we are just flesh and bones. Strength is measured in brains, muscles and money. Nothing else."

"That's interesting," he paused for a moment, taking in the information. You could tell he was more confused than before but still, he was keeping himself together better than you.

"Listen, it's not like I don't believe you but... is there any way you could prove that you are Gojo Satoru? I mean, I don't even know if it's possible... Fuck, you're not supposed to be anything more than an animated drawing," you shook your head, slowly feeling paranoid. If that was a joke, it really was a good one.

"Prove? I mean, I'm not sure, never needed to confirm my identity," the man chuckled. "If I don't have my powers in here, it might be complicated. But you can check, I'm not dressed as anyone. It's my hair, my face. Jujutsu uniform, though it's slightly bloodied now. I have my blindfold with me."

"Sure, sure... Nevermind, I'm just confused. I'll wash your clothes, I guess... tomorrow I'll get you something to change. You can stay here."

"Thanks, sweetheart," he smiled at you. Stupidly attractive.

Deep down you wished you're sleeping. Maybe it's your brain that's playing tricks on you, maybe it's just a fantasy. There was no way this man was standing here, in your little kitchen right now, waiting for his tea to be made. There was no way he could somehow get out of the screen and just... materialize in your little studio apartment. There was just no way, right?

Right?

[azamitetsuya]

Hey all! So here's a small introduction before I get into the post. My name is Azami Tetsuya! I'm a author on Wattpad and this is my first official chapter posted on here. So now for the warnings.

~WARNING~

SMUT, STALKING, YANDERE BEHAVIOR, GASLIGHTING, DRINKING, SMOKING, R@PE/MENTIONS OF R@PE, Manipulation, FORCED RELATIONSHIP, BLACK MAIL, TOXIC MASCULINITY, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, DRUGS/DRUGGING, NONCON/DUBCON, CURSING (It's Tokyo Revengers 💁), CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!!!, Cannibalism (Yes the real deal and....... That *shivers*), GORE, MURDER, VARIOUS KINKS/FETISHES (I'm kinky and so are they 😉), OOC BEHAVIOR CAUSE WHY TF NOT?, POSSIBLE KNOWLEDGE OF BEING AN ANIME ALREADY (Don't come for me I forgot the term and can't look it up cause Google is stupid), KISAKI TITTY ❤️, READER IS A DENSE SIMP!!!, FINNA BE CRINGY CAUSE I AM IN FACT CRINGE!!

So without further ado~ I present! The first chapter of Stay! Y! Tokyo Revengers various x fem short reader!!

(This banner is by the lovely cafekitsune so please check them out thank you~ ❤️)

CHAPTER 1-

Y/N L/N was a normal girl, living a normal life. She had a job, friends and plenty of responsibilities like any other person. She was currently sitting in front of her computer with a black butler throw blanket on her shoulders, naruto themed booty shorts and a fairytale sports bra that didn't cover as much as needed. She was watching her new favorite anime, Tokyo Revengers!

"Gah!! How can Mikey go from cute to smexy in the blink of an eye?!" She said when said male's face came on her screen. He was one of her favorite and most relatable characters. As the episode ended, Y/N looked at the time on her laptop, only to see it was nearly 4 in the morning and she had work later on.

"Crap...... Well there goes my health...." She mumbled as she closed her laptop. She made her way to the mini fridge in her room and took a monster from it. She turned while opening the can only to find her laptop open. "What the-" A sudden blinding light came from the device, interrupting her sentence. "GAH!! MY EYES!" She yelled dropping the monster on the ground. The light grew brighter and brighter until...... It just stopped.

Once it was completely gone, Y/N opened her eyes, only to see she wasn't in her room but in a parking lot. 'When the hell did I get here?' She thought, surveying her surroundings. She looked down to the ground and saw her monster spilled. “AYO MY MONSTER!!!!” She screamed, not noticing the blonde male looking at her confused.

"Um..... Miss?" A familiar voice said out of nowhere. Y/N flinched as her eyes widened hearing the voice.

'That voice........ It couldn't be...... could it?' Y/N thought as she slowly turned around, coming face to face with the protagonist of her all time favorite anime...... Takemichi Hanagaki. Y/N was at a loss for words, while Takemichi was a blushing idiot. The piss blonde male took in Y/N's appearance.

(H/L) (H/C) hair that was (Hair style for relaxing). Her eyes were a beautiful shade of (E/C), almost looking like the night sky with how her eyes shine. He lowered his gaze and found she wasn't wearing much. The shorts she was wearing looked more like underwear and the bra left little to the imagination. The poor boy blushed profusely and looked away as his blush reached all the way to his ears.

'Woah! What the hell?! Why do I feel my pants getting tighter?! I don't even know this girl's name! Plus I've seen Hina in her underwear and was able to control myself!' Takemichi thought as he stood there awkwardly. He glanced at the beautiful girl and saw she was still staring at him. 'Shit! She's still looking at me! What do I do?! What do I do?!' Takemichi thought, panicking. He couldn't understand why he was acting like this.

The way she looked at him made him feel something....... like he wanted her all to himself. As for Y/N, she stood in front of the man in awe. 'Holy fuckin shit! TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI?!?!?! I can't believe this! He looks animated too, which means he's not 3D! WHICH MEANS I'M REALLY IN TOKYO REVENGERS!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!!' Y/N thought while internally freaking out. 'Wait....... I wonder when in the anime I am........'

"U-Um...... Miss? You do realize what you're wearing right?" Takemichi said, causing Y/N to snap out of her trance-like state. She looked down, only to see she was still in her skimpy PJ's. Y/N's eyes widened and tried to cover up when she felt something wrap around her smaller figure. She looked up and saw that Takemichi put his uniform jacket over her shoulders.

'She's so small and cute........ I have to help her.' Takemichi thought as a small amount of blush crept on his face. He loved how she looked in his cloths. Like she was made to wear his stuff.

"U-Um.... Can you tell me where I am... Um?" 'I have to Play dumb for right now until I figure out if this is him from the future.' She thought, nervously. Takemichi was all too excited to give her his name.

"T-Takemichi. Hanagaki Takemichi. And your in Shibuya Japan. What about your name?" He asked, scratching the side of his cheek. 'This feels weird. I'm already going crazy over some girl while I have a pretty girlfriend....'

"Y/N. L/N Y/N. N/N is just fine though." She said as a soft smile spread on her lips. Hina was really lucky in her eyes, having a guy like Takemichi.

'Woah~ Nicknames with a hot chick? Awesome!' Takemichi thought as a small blush spread on his cheeks. Though he was confused as to why no memory of meeting this girl came to mind, Takemichi had an overwhelming need to protect her.

"It's nice to meet you Hanagaki-"

"Takemichi....... Please." He said cutting off her greeting. Y/N nodded with a smile that made Takemichi's heart skip a beat. "S-So um do you live around here?" He asked, awkwardly trying not to look at her out of fear he'll stutter more. Y/N hesitated trying to come up with a plan.

"U-Um....... I-I um...." She stuttered, making the blond in front of her blink in confusion. Finally thinking of something, she thought to kill two birds with one stone. "Hm! I live near Hanma-kun's house. Do....... you know him?" 'If he doesn't then it's before the fight on August third so I'll at least have a time frame to work with.' She watched as the taller male racked his brain.

"No...... I-Is he a...... friend?" He asked, worried he'll lose her already. 'What am I thinking? Why am I getting protective of her already?'

"No. I've seen him here and there. Haven't talked to him much." She lied. Takemichi nodded, hiding his relieved face and sigh he let out. "Well....... I have to go now....." Y/N said and tried to leave but a strong grip wrapped around her wrist.

"Wait!!........" Takemichi yelled, which made the (H/C)ette's eyes widen. "I-I mean um..... How about I walk you home?" He asked, trying to save their conversation. He wanted to know where she lived, but he also didn't want her to leave. ‘Her hand is so soft~’ He cooed in his head. Y/N let out a sigh and looked down in slight disappointment.

"I don't live here....... I'm not exactly..... from here...." She said, making the blue eyed male confused. "Sorry.... But I have to confirm one more thing before I can tell you." Takemichi was needless to say nervous about what she was about to say. Shuffling in his stance the poor man stood awkwardly, waiting for the young beauty to finish her statement. "Do you..... know about time travel?"

Takemichi went stiff. How did she know about that? Was she a time traveler too? Questions rang through Takemichi's head as he tried coming up with a suitable answer.

"I know everything..." She said, making the blond male flinch. Y/N looked in his eyes with soft sincere (E/C) ones as if knowing the pain he's been through, which in a way she had. "I know about Mikey. I know about Naoto, Hina...... I even know about Kisaki and your special ability." She continued while walking up to him. Takemichi stood there shocked and dumbfounded, his thoughts running wild with questions.

"You see," She continued, stopping right in front of him. "I'm..... not from here. I'm from a world where your life is a manga and anime series....." Y/N finished explaining everything as the poor man stood there quietly, trying to process everything he's been told. There was no reason not to believe her. She knew everything….. From his power to the way he “died” in the future. This was all insane to him. Letting out a sigh she finally finished her explanation. "So yeah....... But hey! You saved your girl..... and got ptsd...." She muttered the last part while grinning nervously.

Takemichi was in pure and utter shock. He knew there was something up with her but he wasn't expecting this..... "So..... You don't live next to that Hanma guy?" He asked, making the young girl shake her head. He nodded slowly as a response, still trying to process everything.

"Takemichi...." Y/N spoke up again. Takemichi looked up and saw she was even closer, a determined grin plastered across her face. "If you let me stay with you, I'll help save Hina." Takemichi blushed slightly as he thought for a minute.

'S-She wants to stay with me?......AWE HELL YEAH!!!' He thought before nodding with a determined look. "Alright. It's a deal then." Takemichi took her by the hand and started walking to his apartment. Tho she was a bit scared to see his apartment, Y/N needed a place to stay. It wasn't an option, unless she wanted to live under a bridge like the gremlin she is.

“S-So…..” Takemichi started, “I…. Saved Hina?” He asked. If he was being honest with himself…… he didn't really care anymore… Can't exactly say that out loud but…. ‘Wait…. What if Hina tries to take her away from me? No… no that won't happen…. Right?’ He thought but snapped out of it when a sudden loud clap rang through his ears.

“Are you even listening to me Michi?” Y/N said with a worried look. Takemichi flinched but nodded, not really listening. Y/N deadpanned. ‘He wasn't listening at all…..’ With a sigh, she decided to start over. “Yeah. You saved Hina…… you actually saved her twice….. Technically three times but…. She wasn't the only one that needed to be saved.” She confessed to him, making him look at her.

“Huh? What do you mean?” He asked, concerned and confused. Y/N just shook her head, letting him know she'll tell him later and he nodded.

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Takemichi closed the door to his apartment and took his shoes off following the (H/C)ette to the living room. “Wow Michi. I'm surprised it's so clean.” She said, bluntly. Takemichi sweatdropped.

“Was it not in the anime?” Y/N shook her head at his question. This made Takemichi cringe slightly. The thought of having a dirty apartment made his skin crawl. “A-Anyway… this is a one bedroom apartment so…. I can take the couch if ya want-”

“No way! This is your home! I'm the freeloader staying here. I'll take the couch.” She said as she continued to snoop. Takemichi sighed but smiled.

“We can always….. share?” He said, leaning against the wall next to her. Y/N side-eyed the blonde next to her.

“Right…… and what would Hinata think?” She said making Takemichi flinch slightly.

“R-Right….” He said with a sweatdrop. “Still. I wouldn't feel right leaving you on the couch or the floor. That's not my style.” Y/N smiled at this and nodded.

“Hai. We can share then.” She said causing the blonde to perk up. A grin spread across his face as his eyes shined.

“I promise I won't be weird! You won't regret it!” He said, knowing full well it was a lie. Something about this girl in his kitchen, that just dropped in his life out of nowhere, it made him feel things. Way different from how he felt about Hinata Tachibana. Maybe it was the fact they shared a similar ability. Or he could finally talk to someone about his but whatever it was, this girl had him wrapped around her pretty little finger. He watched Y/N move gracefully through the kitchen as if she was made for his home and his home alone.

‘Shes so pretty in the kitchen. I wonder…..’ A sudden image of Y/N pregnant made it's way to his mind. He shook his head, getting rid of the nasty thoughts he was having. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?! I just met her!’

“Ne ne. Can you pass me the Milk?” Y/N said getting his attention. Takemichi nodded and grabbed the milk from the fridge.

“W-What are you making?” He asked peering over her shoulder.

“Alfredo pasta with homemade sauce. I'm sure your used to more Japanese cuisine so I thought to give you something else.” She said shocking the blue eyed male.

“Sugoi. You know how to cook that?” Y/N nodded while she stirred.

“I know how to cook all kinds of stuff. I had a restaurant/bakery back in my world so……” She trailed off while puckering her lips.

After dinner, Y/N got changed in one of Takemichi’s shirts and a pair of his boxers for underwear. It was comforting knowing (thinking) he won't do anything. She and Takemichi laid in bed and just stared at the ceiling.

“So….. I save everyone…..” Takemichi said still trying to process everything. Y/N hummed in confirmation. “And….. who's everyone?” This made the girl sit up in shock.

“E-Eh?! What do you mean?! Have you not met Mikey and Draken yet!?”

“Mikey and who? It's Mikey and Tetta Kisaki I need to meet…” This changed everything for Y/N. She was starting off in the second episode. She sighed and laid back down, a headache forming in her temple.

“Ugh…. Nevermind. I'll tell you in the morning….” She said and with that, the two went to bed. Takemichi holding her tight in his arms and snuggling into her neck.

Hey!! Hope you liked this first chapter! This is your lovely author Azami Tetsuya signing off!! *Bows* Bai Bai!!!~

[misc-obeyme]

Demon's Bad Day

After writing MC's bad day, I kept wondering how it would go if it was the reverse and it was the demons who were having a bad day. How do the demons act? How does MC deal with it? I couldn't resist writing it, so here it is! It's pretty fluffy again since MC has special demon soothing abilities. Anyway, as always, I will do the others upon request!

GN!MC

Warnings: None, this is all fluff.

Lucifer

Too stoic and prideful to let it show. Acts like nothing is wrong at all. People who don't know him really well will not notice. His brothers are aware, but they see it as a reason to steer clear of him.

Might be more obvious if he's quicker to lecture or take on that ominous black aura he sometimes gets. However, he's also the type to throw himself into paperwork as a response, which is hard to notice because he's always doing that anyway.

You might not even get a chance to confront him about it until the wee hours of the morning. He'll brush you off any earlier than that. But if you go into his office with some hell coffee in the early a.m., sit with him a bit while he drinks it, and then ask, he might open up just a little.

Lucifer won't tell you what caused him to have a bad day. He'll only acknowledge that he might be experiencing a little more stress than usual. He's not going to burden you with it, MC. But he does appreciate you taking the time to check on him. Your attention touches him deeply.

Mammon

When he's upset, Mammon gets quiet. Anyone who knows him well will be able to tell that something is up with him if he's not talking or being his usual boisterous self.

Will deny everything if asked directly. Of course nothin's wrong with the Great Mammon! Why would ya even ask that, MC? This is the response if you were to ask him in front of other people. If you wait it out and ask him when he's alone, he'll cave immediately. It's you, after all.

Just show up to his room with his favorite instant ramen and he's going to tell you everything. You might not even need to ask. He'll give you the specifics, too. Finally lets out everything that's been stressing him out all day. If there's a major problem, he'll ask for your help working it out.

Give him a hug and watch him get all cagey at first before giving in. He really just wants you to comfort him, so even if he says something about how this doesn't mean he likes you or anything, it's all posturing and you know it. Even more obvious when he gets comfortable in your arms like he's gonna be there for awhile.

Leviathan

Impossible to tell because this guy just locks himself away in his room, which is where he is most of the time already anyway. If the door is locked and he doesn't let you in right away, that's when you know. You might even be able to hear him crying in there if he's really upset.

If you refuse to leave and continue to call to him through the door, Levi will eventually let you in. He can't really resist you, especially when you're persistent. He's a bit disheveled and sniffly, but you can tell how much it means to him that you're still here.

Ask him what's wrong and he confides in you immediately. Won't pretend that he's fine when he's not. It's way too obvious anyway. Tell him you understand, even if you don't, and he'll be so grateful. You really are the best, MC!

Let him lay his head in your lap and he'll calm down pretty quickly. He might get a little embarrassed, but the fact that you're letting him do that makes him very happy. Stays there as long as he can take it before putting on his favorite Ruri-chan episode.

Satan

Another stoic type, but he will absolutely get snappy with anyone who irritates him further. You are the exception. He's more careful around you when he's like this. These things instantly give him away, though, and you know he's having a rough day.

Will completely brush you off if you try to talk to him about it. Satan loses control more easily than Lucifer, but he also makes a significant effort to stay in control when he can. Talking to you about things will only make it worse, so he avoids you instead.

Might even go the Levi route and lock himself in his room with his towers of books. Knock on his door and he won't even respond, let alone let you in. If you talk to him through the door, especially if you get logical on him about it, he'll eventually crack and open it for you.

Why are you here, MC? Can't you see that he's not fit to be around right now? You don't accept this for a second. Instead, you ask him directly what's bothering him. He'll finally tell you now that you're alone. Talk it out with him and he'll feel better. Start asking him questions about other things - like the book he's currently reading - and you've successfully distracted him into relaxing.

Asmodeus

Everybody knows when Asmo's upset about something. You don't need to try to get it out of him, he will seek you out so he can cry on your shoulder. At first you think it's something trivial as usual, since our boy can be a bit of a drama queen. But underneath the theatrics, you can tell that something is genuinely bothering him.

Ask him about it and he'll complain about something else. He won't tell you what's really wrong unless you ask multiple times or somehow indicate that you're onto him. This is because he doesn't want to bring you down with bad vibes.

Eventually he'll realize there's no point in trying to pretend and he'll tell you everything. He'll be honest about his feelings, confiding in you and giving you all the details. He knows he can count on you to listen and help him work things out.

You cuddle with him for a while and when he's feeling better, you take him shopping. You know that you can take his mind off things this way, especially if you let him pick out a bunch of outfits for you. You give him an impromptu fashion show in the store and he's back to his usual self. You're so gorgeous, MC!

Beelzebub

Stoic on accident. It's not that Beel feels like he can't be honest with you and actually he's probably the most well adjusted of the brothers when it comes to talking about feelings. But he's not likely to volunteer any such information. So you have to ask him.

Fortunately it's pretty easy to tell when Beel is having a bad day. He gets that sad puppy look on his face. If you ask him directly, he won't beat around the bush. He'll tell you exactly how he feels and why.

He doesn't expect anything from you, but give him a hug and watch him melt. He'll wrap his arms around you, close his eyes, and sigh contentedly. Take the moment to tell him everything is going to be okay and that you're here for him.

He'll feel a lot better already, but of course you're going to take him somewhere he can eat as much as he wants. Alternatively, you can take him to get his absolute favorite food, maybe even take him to the human world if you've mastered teleportation. Either way, get that boy some cheeseburgers. You've made him so happy, MC.

Belphegor

Sleeps no matter how he's feeling, but you can tell if he's upset because of the look on his face as he slumbers. Normally it's pretty relaxed and passive, but if he's got an expression like he's having a nightmare, then you know he's comfort-napping because he's having a bad day.

Don't wake him up. That'll only make it worse. If he's sleeping somewhere normal, like a bed, you join him. But if he's asleep somewhere weird, you just stay nearby. Then when he wakes up on his own, you ask him about it.

Feels bad that you were waiting for him to wake up just to ask him how he's doing. You didn't need to do that, MC. Don't worry about him, he's just going to sleep it off anyway. With a little more prodding, though, he'll tell you what's going on. Let him rest against your shoulder and he'll relax, opening up even more and telling you everything.

Acts like it's no big deal, but you still attempt to cheer him up. Do something he enjoys like star gazing or hanging out somewhere with Beel. A little distraction, some brotherly antics, and you'll get one of those rare Belphie smiles.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Izuku, Katsuki, Kirishima and Hawks with a gn darling who has a service dog

Warnings: yandere behavior

A/N: this was requested. Sadly, I couldn't get to the request as the person deactivated.

Enjoy regardless :]

Deku / Izuku Midoriya:

Extremely supportive and respectful when he figures out about your dog - No matter what, he still looks at you like he does every day. He finds you unique, especially after he learns about your diagnosis.

He makes sure to help you get ready in the mornings, especially if you two (or three) are going to be somewhere in public. He always helps you pick out their collar. Before leaving, he always kisses your head and promises to see you later; reminding you to keep your phone recording in case of incidents.

If you’re in public and you have an episode, Izuku is quite frantic the first time. But, he’s learned to stay beside you and let your buddy do their work, leaving to get you a water bottle and covering your body with his jacket in case paparazzi comes around.

Almost becomes a different person in public with you. From your confession and his chances of meeting people in non-friendly animal places, he knows how selfish and idiotic people can be. With this said, Deku gets more protective of you and the dog; not letting anyone touch or distract your dog. Out of the rest of the guys, he’s nicer in reminding people. But rather still blunt and can come off as passive-aggressive.

Spoils the dog like the one of the Kardashians when they’re ‘off duty’. Only buys the best treats, and looks on Amazon for hours for the perfect sweaters and collars that match yours and his outfits. He may have stolen your dogs on a few instances, cuddling their body as he babies them with more treats.

Izuku is the guy who suggests dying your dog’s fur in colorful shades. Whether it’s holiday themes, bright but unique patterns, or simply your favorite color; Deku is more than happy to help you dye them, giving them peanut-butter biscuits afterward.

Dynamight / Katsuki Bakugou:

At first, Katski was rather distant and nonchalant toward your dog. He didn’t know how to react. But now, he loves the dog as much as he loves you. He’s proud of them and more comfortable with an individual who’s capable of taking care of you, and keeping you company, especially in rare occurrences, when you go out into public without him.

He’s incredibly cautious near the dog. Bakugou always makes sure to never bother or get in your way while you two are in the same room. At times, he acts as if the dog has the plague.

On times he’s away and on hero duty, whenever the two of you call, he makes sure to ask how the dog is and makes sure they’re treating you right; promising to bring treats home. And that he does! Brings a whole box full of goodies just for your 1st greatest hero.

While Katsuki may seem detached from the dog, he loves the dog incredibly much. The minute he gets home and gets an okay from you to start cuddling with them, Katsuki rubs their ears and kisses their snout as he praises them for doing a good job; it’s darn cute watching the both of them sleep on the couch after a hard day at work.

If you’re into safely dying your dog colors, he may suggest drawing a skull on their back or doing his colors (black, orange, and green). As cliché, as it sounds, he thinks it’s cute. Nevertheless, he’s more than happy to help you dye the doggo’s fur if you’re fine with it.

Whenever the two of you are out in public and he sees a fake service dog, he’s more prominent to yell out that it’s bullshit and that they shouldn’t be there. With his broad voice and high structure, high chance whoever the dipshit is, they scurry off in fear. And if someone decides to challenge his patience by petting the dog? All hell is loose and he gets really scary - which, is not a pretty sight from the obnoxious-explosive hero.

On rare occurrences, Katsuki does get jealous of the dog. But, with him being slightly more mature, he just gets over it and demands cuddles the minute he gets home - staring down your dog as if they ate his shoe. But don’t worry, he means well.

Red Riot / Ejiro Kirishima:

Pretty calm considering how nervous and worrisome he is with you. Whether the dog is there for physical or emotional needs (or both!), Kirishima worries like a mother hen; he always fears you will hurt yourself, even if he trusts the dog 100%.

Watching your dog do tasks is remarkable to him. Whatever they do, whether that’s doing crowd control, holding the groceries (or items), doing specific alerts, or simply doing their everyday deep pressure therapy, he’s always looking at them with an awed look and tends to tell you how great of a dog they are.

Is ready to throw slurs whenever people come up to you or simply try to pet the dog. Like the fuck? The vest has big bold letters - don’t touch the dog, dumbass. Rarely does Kirisima get angry, especially in the public eye, but when he does, it’s quite mean and harsh. He doesn’t understand people and their unnecessary ways.

Having disabilities is rough, especially after having a flare-up or an episode. With this said, Ejiro will try to never let you or your service animal get separated. He always makes sure to place trackers on the both of you, as he can see if you two need help and so on.

The first time he sees you have an episode, whether that’s PTSD, SIB, or a disability flair-up — he immediately starts to freak. But, with growing and realizing that he doesn't need to help at the moment, he’s learned to get you a water bottle, comfort you or the dog when needed, and wait for you to calm down/or get to a point where you two can talk it out and leave safely.

On Halloween, expect Kirishima to be the dog dad where he will beg you to let him dress them up, specifically safely dye their fur to look like him or a cute fireman

Hawks / Keigo Takami:

He’s pretty excited to meet the dog but respectful of the whole ordeal. He asks multiple questions about surrounding the dog – such as what it’s trained for and what he can do to help not distract your dog from working.

As he’s a trained hero, he’s seen service dogs before. For this reason, he never looks down on you or the dog for needing help; he finds the dog amazing at what it’s doing. Keigo always reminds you daily that you’re amazing and nobody should give you crap for that. You just need extra steps with help and there’s nothing wrong with that.

Being a handler is tough. He’s seen it, especially with the way you come home all mad with your experiences. Keigo is always there for you to rant, wrapping his wings around you and letting the pup affectionately cuddle you.

Gets a new type of anger when he realizes how stupid people can be. Whenever he goes with you, Hawks makes sure nobody – including kids – touches you or the dog. While his smile is always charming, his hands and eyes are always showing his hateful and annoyed emotions. At times, it’s terrifying.

With episodes, they’re random. And when they do happen, Hawks will let you rest and do what your dog is trained to do - let him have the time to run down to the nearest 7/11 to get your comfort drink and snack. And if this happens in public, he makes sure to stay in front of you; covering you with his wings in case photos are taken.

While I believe Hawks isn’t much of a dog person, he’ll still love on your doggo like he loves on you. At times, he’ll come home from work with extra toys, treats, and colorful

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[chronicbeans]

Wally Darling with a Restoration Project Reader (part 5)

Are you there?

TW: Isolation, Scopophobia/Eye Imagery, Hinted at Abusive Dynamics

🗞️ You don't remember falling back asleep after that horrible nightmare, but you woke up very early in the day. It's still dark out, but you don't want to go back asleep, again. The dream you had wasn't necessarily that terrifying... you were just wandering through some disheveled house with an odd speaker talking. It was more... Unnerving than terrifying. The most unnerving thing was the pleading. It is more so that you are afraid of worrying your mother, again. She may be strict, but you still love her.

🗞️ You get up, texting Daniel to see if he is awake. Once he responds, saying that he has been awake for a while, you immediately ask if you can come over. You want to talk about the dream you had, but you believe your mother would only use it as a reason why you should stop looking into Welcome Home. He agrees, mentioning that he wants to talk about something, too.

🗞️You quickly and quietly make your way over to his place, seeing him standing outside with a box. He has a huge grin on his face, along with a tired look in his eyes. As you walk up to him, he says "I didn't think they sent mail this early in the morning. I'll show you once we finish talking about that... Weird dream you had? Yeah. I'll make you some coffee and we can talk."

🗞️ You walk inside, then sit at the island in his kitchen. As he makes you both some coffee, you talk about the odd dream. The black paint everywhere, the broken canvases, the painted spirals and eyes. The most chilling, to you, was the voice. Although monotone, you could still tell that it was pleading to someone to be let out. It even realized that someone, you, was there before you woke up.

🗞️ Daniel's face slowly morphs from a grin to a confused, unsettled expression. He looks to the small box he was so happy to show you with slight disdain. Slowly, he speaks "Well... I guess that makes this box a big, weird, creepy coincidence. You see, I couldn't sleep last night. So, I kept checking my mail. I've been so excited to get more stuff to uncover, you know? This show has been eating away at me. When I checked last time, before you texted, I got this."

🗞️ He slides a small, cardboard box to you. As he does so, he says "It had some paper taped onto it. It said "TO: WHOEVER WAS THERE". You know, in large, capital black letters. I guess you should open it up, then! Just for the lolz."

🗞️ You flip it around, checking for any markings. You find some small splatters of black on it. Opening it, you see a VHS tape labeled "Painting in the Dark". You look over to Daniel, whose grin has returned. "Oh my God! (Y/N), do you think this might be an episode of Welcome Home? Or maybe a small snippet of one?"

🗞️ You feel uneasy about all of this, but you force a grin, just for him. "Yeah... maybe. Do you still have that old VHS player my mom gave you last Christmas? We could watch it now, if you do." He nods with such enthusiasm, you half expected his head to fly off. He leads you upstairs, grabbing the VHS player, plugging it into his television, then popping the VHS in.

🗞️ You sit next to him, watching the screen closely. The first thing you notice is how the words "Welcome Home" flash onscreen for a brief second, only to cut to a dark room. A dark room you recognize all to well.

🗞️ It's the painting studio you saw in the odd house, from your dream. It is as dark as ever, but the blue lighting is still there to let you see what is going on. To your shock, Wally Darling is sitting on a stool, his right hand holding a paintbrush, and a canvas beside him. His grin is ever present. His black eyes are trained on the viewer. Trained on you. The oddest part is, although it is supposed to be a puppet show, he looks more like he does in the books. Was this episode animated, or something?

🗞️ He speaks, causing you to flinch. His voice sounds just like the speaker in your dream had, right down to the empty, monotone it had. "Hello, neighbor. You haven't seen me in a while. No one has-" a loud creak resounds, causing him to flinch. His pupils seem to constrict, just for a brief moment, only to return to their normal size.

🗞️"I mean... It's been a while, right? We have a lot of catching up to do. Today, I am going to be painting in the dark! Doesn't that sound fun? The lights haven't turned back on in a very long time, so-" it sounds almost like a door slams open and shut. For the first time in the video, Wally averts his gaze from the viewer, instead looking over to the source of the noise off screen. "Let's just start painting..."

🗞️ He begins painting something, being unnervingly quiet as he does so. He also neglects to show the canvas to the viewer, so you can't see what he is painting. You lean in close to Daniel, keeping your head turned to the screen as you watch. You whisper "This is... off. It doesn't seem like a kid's show." Daniel just lets out a quiet "Yeah..."

🗞️ Once Wally finishes, he begins to turn the canvas to the viewer, only for a loud sound, almost like the cracking of wood, shocks him. For the first time ever, in all your time of restoring media for Welcome Home, you see his face contort to a frown. He looks terrified. He still uses his same, monotone voice, even if it is much more quiet "Home doesn't really like this painting... I guess it is time to go. Goodbye, neighbor."

🗞️ The screen goes black, before the "credits" roll. The only words are "Goodbye, neighbor". No names of who made the episode, or even a company that produced it. You look over to Daniel, seeing from his expression that he must feel the same way. Sick, unnerved, disturbed...

🗞️ He looks down at you, before asking "Do you think we should show this to the others...? I... I feel a bit ill after watching it. Like... physically ill. I don't know why... Do you feel sick, too?" You shake your head, explaining "Nope. I mean... I feel emotionally ill. That was the same exact room I saw in my dream! Wally had the same voice, too. The creaks in response were in my dream, as well. I... It's scaring me."

🗞️"Let's keep this to ourselves, for now." Daniels says. You nod in agreement.

[come-away-with-me87]

It Takes Two Chapter 22: The End

Chapter 21 here

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Warnings: Final chapter! Some smut to end this story that I have grown to love so much, that said, MDNI!  Fluffy ending <3  Chapter based on the song "More Than Life" by Whitley.

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"I suppose I'll see you at work tomorrow," you said, and he smiled at you in return.  "Yes, you certainly will."  You both then saw his taxi pull up to the front of your building, kissed once more, and you watched him walk away for the night.  Once you saw him safely get into his taxi, you closed your front door and leaned against it, sighing happily.  If you and Shouta had sex tonight, you definitely would not have regretted it, but you wanted to be respectful of his wishes.  You liked him a lot, and could see yourself falling for him.

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You two went on several dates over the course of the next several weeks.  Sometimes you went out, sometimes you went to his dorm to watch a movie, and sometimes he came to your apartment to hang out with you and Ariel.  You two kept it strictly professional at work, to the point where he still called you "Miss L/N" in front of the students. But you two had some stolen moments at work, such as hands "accidentally" grazing against one another's, sneaking glances at one another, and hidden smiles.  After these past several weeks, you realized that were happy, and you could finally admit to yourself that you were in love with Shouta Aizawa.  And you couldn't wait to tell him so.

You two still had not had sex yet, but that was completely fine with you.  You knew he had never been in an actual relationship before, and you wanted to be respectful of that.  The wait would be worth it.  The most important thing to you was that he hopefully loved you back, and you were planning on telling him when you saw him on your next date, which was planned for Saturday evening.  

"Belief in the breeze The smoky morning haze The sun on her face and the touch of lovers' hands"

The workday on Friday came and went, and suddenly, you found yourself at the end of the day.  The students were still in class when the final bell rang, so you stood up to leave with them and said, "have a good night, Mr. Aizawa." He bid you a good night in return, with a knowing look in his eyes.  Yes.  You were absolutely, head over heels, to the moon and back, in love with this man.  And you could not wait to tell him so tomorrow night.  You gave him one last longing look, turned around, and walked out of the classroom with the rest of the students.

You had no plans for the evening, so when you got home from work, you changed out of your work clothes into one of your silk nightgowns since it was a warmer night out.  You sat down on your couch with the intention of watching trashy reality television.  You poured yourself a glass of wine, scrolled through your streaming devices until you found something nice and trashy, and settled into your couch for the evening, with Ariel at your side.  You were halfway through the first episode as well as halfway through your glass of wine when you heard a knock on your door.  Who in the world could that be?  You weren't expecting any company.

You ran to your bedroom, found your robe and put it on over your nightgown, went back into the living room to turn the television off, and went to your front door.  When you opened it, there stood Shouta.  "Shouta..." you trailed off.  Somehow, he looked different that evening.  He was wearing that black v-neck shirt that showed off his collarbone that you loved so much, a pair of black pants, and black boots.  But that's not what was different about him.  His eyes somehow looked...darker and more intense than usual.

He didn't even wait for your invitation, he just came inside and locked the door behind him.  "Shouta, what..." you trailed off again.  He just looked at you with desire in his eyes.  Suddenly, you found yourself lifted up in his arms, his hands holding you up by your ass.  He started kissing you, and carried you into your bedroom.  You couldn't believe what was happening.  Breaking away from the kiss, he gently laid you down on your bed, disrobed you, revealing the silk nightgown underneath.  "Y/N..." Shouta murmured, "you look breathtaking." You found yourself getting aroused at his statement, feeling all the telltale signs.  

Shouta proceeded to take off his shirt, pants, and boots and socks, leaving him in just his boxers.  He stood over you for a brief moment, before you grabbed him by his hand and pulled him towards you on the bed, where he was now laying on top of you.  Tonight felt...different.  Tonight felt like the night.  "Shouta," you moaned into his ear.  

"To touch something real Will help your wounds heal Like the sun on your face The dreams of starry nights And we are homeward bound And I I want this more than life"

He then got onto his knees, pulled you up on your knees, and slipped your nightgown off of your shoulders, letting it fall off leaving you in just your panties.  He then laid you back against the pillow, took his hand, and rubbed it against your clothed sex, feeling your wetness.  "Oh, Shouta..." you moaned again.  He started kissing you while rubbing you, tongue intertwining with yours.  You momentarily pulled away from the kiss to ask him if he was sure about this.  He said, "Y/N, I've never been more sure about anything in my life.  I have fallen hopelessly in love with you, and I want you to be mine."  

You felt your eyes tear up at that statement, and looked up at him above you, saying in a thick voice, "oh Shouta. I was planning on telling you tomorrow during our date, but I love you, too."  He kissed you even harder at your sentiment, with his hand reaching under your panties to circle around your clit.  "Sweetheart, you're so wet for me," he murmured against your ear, and started to kiss and suck on your earlobe.  Your hand instinctively went to his boxer shorts, where you grabbed his erection over his boxers and started rubbing it up and down.  He instantly moaned at your touch, which made you moan in return.  

"Shouta, I want you," you exclaimed to him. "I want you more than anything, Y/N," he said desperately.  He proceeded to remove his boxers, where his cock slapped against his toned stomach.  You laid back on your bed and proceeded to remove your panties, leaving you both completely naked.  Shouta wasted no time; he put on a condom that he had in his wallet, moved himself against your entrance, when he looked down at you, "are you sure, Y/N?"  "Yes," you whispered, at which point, he entered you, began thrusting, slowly and gently at first, and eventually picking up the pace.  He continued to thrust in and out of you, until you decided to switch positions, wanting to be even closer to him.

You told him to sit up against your pillows, where you proceeded to sit up and straddle him so you were face-to-face with him.  You put your hands on the back of his neck, and he placed his hands on either side of your hips. When you were finally in position, you placed yourself over his cock, and began bouncing on top of him.  Your bounces eventually aligned with his thrusts, and you two were in a good rhythm with one another, looking into each other's eyes.  You stayed in this position for the duration of your lovemaking, when you exclaimed, "Shouta, I'm...I'm going to come."  He moaned out, "me too, Y/N," at which point his thrusts became harder and you felt him twitch.  You came together, and it couldn't have been a more perfect first time.

He laid down on his back, where you both found yourselves breathing heavily.  You finally spoke up and giggled breathily, "Shouta... that was well worth the wait."  He proceeded to look over at you and smiled in agreement, grabbing a hold of your hand.  You turned on your side,  "I love you, Shouta," was all you said.  He looked into your eyes, and replied, "I love you, Y/N.  You're mine."  You smiled up at him and hugged him.  Yes, yes you were.

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The end.

[storiesbykim1997inerie]

unlikely love: Aila and Ivan

Hello! This story is the first one if my unlikely love stories. It's a fanfic about how Ivan Drago and an NYC ballet dancer (also Rocky's foster daughter,) fall in love. Just a few disclaimers, this is set in present times, mick is still alive, and Ivan doesn't kill Apollo. Since it's a love story, you can expect some sex scenes. There is also discussions about death, and a character commits suicide, so if you think you'll be triggered, please find another fanfic. Enjoy!

It's been a long day. We have three days till our swan lake performance, so rehearsals have been brutal. I'm playing black and white swan, so it's extra exhausting. My calves are still burning from those 32 fouttes. My feet hurt more than normal, and I can't imagine all the new blisters I have. I through my ballet bag on the ground, peel off my sweaty leotard, and jump into the shower. The hot water couldn't have felt better. My muscles begin to relax. There is no better feeling than that after a long day of practice. I know that's all part if being a ballerina, but I wouldn't have it any another way. Every little girl dreams of being a ballerina at some point, but I never stopped dreaming. Even when my mom died and I moved in with Rocky, I'd echappe down alleys, spin through the streets, and even kept up with classes. But it was Tatyana, the shopkeeper, (and former Bolshoi dancer,) that took my dreams to the next level. I had gotten a job at her stand, out of border and to get sway from the strange men that watched me practice every day. We were having a particularly slow day that day, and she gave me a break. My ballet class had posted a flyer that said they were holding auditions for Clara for the Philadelphia ballet theater. I really wanted to be Clara, so I went into the alley by her shop, put on my Pointe shoes, warmed up, and got to work. A few minutes later, she came into the alley, and asked what I was doing. "Practicing for my Clara audition." "Well, I hope you don't have your heart set on getting it." "What am I doing wrong?" "Well, those pirouettes need work, and someone higher extensions would give the whole thing a face-lift. And don't get me started on your face." And that's how it started. Her training me in the alley. Eventually, she got a job at the studio where I danced, and when I made into NYC ballet, she became a ballet mistress there. And she still works one on one with me. I could stand in that shower daydreaming for longer, but I almost fall. The soap has rinsed off my body, and us making its way to the drain. And leaving a very slippery trail behind it. That's enough shower for today. I get out, dry myself, and put on clean sweatpants. I walk to my couch and, well, try to put on an episode of keeping up with the Kardashians. I despise Kim as a parent, but that show is mind numbing, in a good way. I don't want to think today. But before I even get to Hulu, my phone buzzes. It's my best friend, Bella. She has to remind me what happened today. "Are you OK, considering eveything?" It's nice she's checking in, but I don't want to be reminded of him. Well, I am, but reminded of what happened to him today. "Bella, I'd rather not talk about it." That was a little harsh, but I click send before I can think twice. She doesn't say anything back. Good. I just want to watch my show. But before I can get to Hulu, something much more interesting catches my eye. ABC News is on, probably from when I was getting ready this morning. It's too quiet here, ever since he left, so the TV is on all day to fill the silence. I don't even like news, but I just want to hear someone's voice. I need to get out there again. I hate being alone, but all I want is him. Well, supposedly, until now. The screen changes from the regular lady to a high tech room, well a high tech gym. But it's not the gym that catches my attention, but the people in it. A man with a Russian accent is in there, talking about heavyweight psi's, but I'm not paying attention to him. Slightly in front of me, is a tall, muscular man, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He's staring blankly ahead. But there's something odd about him. A lot of the guys in my ballet classes are muscular, but they don't make me feel this way. I want this guy to come to America. I want to meet him. That blank face is just a guise boxers use to look tough. I want to know him.

[cursedcupcakemaster]

It may be long before October but it is never too early for a Halloween episode so I bring this gift for @melodyseashell22

Warnings:implied deaths, blood, implied child abuse

Notes:I don't own Melody Seashell she belongs to @melodyseashell22 or any of twisted wonderlands characters they belong to Disney and Yana Tobosos wonderful mind, the story is more or less a spin on the creature from the black lagoon idk what else to call it

Type:Poison candy apple

Yandere "sea monster" Floyd Leech x Melody Seashell

If you were to tell Melody what would come of the situation her parents had dragged her into she might have called you crazy, not even she believed this could have happened but unfortunately or perhaps fortunately it did

Her parents were the sort that just adored monetary gain, so when one of their associates let them know there was a sunken shipyard full of valuables no one had managed to pick clean, they were sold.

Melodys parents dragged her onto the boat with them as their servant. They always did like holding it over her head that she owed them for bringing her into the world and she was in no mood to argue as it lessened what would come should she choose to argue. The boat they traveled on was a rather old one, it was clearly used for fishing before it was one for hauling treasure away for her parents to make their profit ,not knowing what or rather who was waiting for them there.

The smell of seawater clung to the air as the family made their journey to the resting place of the many shipwrecks. What could have caused this Melody wasn't sure but what she was sure of was the lining of claw and teeth marks in the holes she saw of the boats that hadn't completely sunk, it gave her an uneasy feeling. A splash was heard that made her turn her head but when she looked there was nothing there save for a few bubbles and ripples from whatever had been there before and her parents were now demanding her to go make their dinner.

The kitchen was nice enough aside from a few things that needed repair but at least there was enough that her parents wouldn't need to shout at her, granted they didn't allow her much to eat to start with but it still put her mind at ease knowing they couldn't turn as much of their wrath to her as usual and once she was done she served them and the captain who had agreed to the voyage, he was one of her fathers associates who she didn't have much doubt was a less than honest man considering the little she saw during the poker nights where she had to stay out of the adults sight, he would cheat each game.

"You know what's out here right? What if they see us" the older man asked before Melodys father scoffed

"Oh please we'd know if they were here" Melodys father said as he downed a third serving of whiskey

Melody couldn't say she knew what they meant but whatever 'they' were, the unknown party certainly seemed to scare the captain enough before he downed his own beer. Sighing to herself she retired to her room and saw a fog rolling in outside the window. That feeling of being watched once more washed over her but she had to ignore it for now if she had a prayer at resting before her parents demands for the next day started so she allowed herself to fall into the darkness of a dreamless sleep.

The next morning was one Melody was accustomed to with her parents laughing about their newest venture and about how easy this one would be with the amounts of shipwrecks they had seen. Melody had been instructed to help them with their equipment but she was not allowed to go too close to the water. She had never been allowed in the sea itself ,whenever she asked why her parents would yell and scream that she shouldn't question them in the first place.

The first thing Melody noticed when she was setting up their equipment was there were no diving suits or oxygen tanks but there were nets and harpoon guns. Melody questioned why they would have those but not the basic safety equipment an experienced treasure diver might have but reminded herself she shouldn't say anything.

Her mother soon approached her

"You stay on this boat and do not touch anything except what you're supposed to got that? " the woman asked in a sickly sweet voice

"Yes ma'am " Melody answered quietly making the woman smile in a way that made Melody uncomfortable before she left.

A few days came to pass and not an inch of sunlight passed through the clouds in the sky. Melody looked out at the murky sea and there was something about the calm lapping of the waves at the ships sides that worried her, it was far too quiet for her liking. Melody heard a splash and turned but she saw no one there. She heard laughing and it was no one she had heard on board before, it sounded like a young man around her age. Melody went to the edge as she heard the laughter again

"Boo~" the voice crooned before Melody saw a rather surprising thing, it was a young man but he had green skin, claws for nails, sharp teeth and fins where his ears should have been, the sight was enough to make her scream and run back inside the ship. This creature whatever it was had to be what was sinking all of those boats. That had to be why none of the crews on those ships were able to come back.

Melody heard something sliding it's way onto the ship and she had no doubt it was the creature coming to play whatever sick game he had before eating her, she hid under the bed shaking as she heard the door creak open and the scratching of nails against the wood

"Come out, come out wherever you are ~" the strange creature cooed looking around but Melody covered her mouth trying not to scream.

She felt a cold clammy hand wrap around her ankle before she was dragged out with the creature snickering "Angelfish is funny~" he laughed

"WHO ARE YOU!?" Melody screamed

"A friend~" he said as if this were just a normal conversation and not frightening the poor girl half to death

"F friend?" She choked out

He nodded "you can call me Floyd~"

"M melody"

"Why are you out in my territory angelfish?~" he asked

" my parents t they came f for a a j job" she said

"Ohhh so they're the ones touching our stuff, that's not very nice ~"

"I i didn't know " she started before Floyd shushed her

"I'm not mad at you angelfish ~ "

Melody was confused before he spoke again

"You didn't come here cause you wanted to~ those guys made you right?~" Floyd questioned

"Y yes" Melody answered

"Then it's not your fault, besides I want to be friends with you angelfish is that okay?~" he asked and hesitantly Melody nodded

A few days passed and a scream from Melodys mother could be heard which shocked poor Melody out of bed. When she saw what happened to cause her mother to shriek, she felt bile rise in her throat. There was one of the men who had been helping her family obtain their wealth, his eyes were torn from his sockets, fingers missing, hands chewed up and his chest torn open with his heart missing.

"I warned you!" The captain shouted at Melodys father

"How was I supposed to know!? they were supposed to be far from here! " he argued back

"It doesn't matter we need to leave! Now! We have more than enough so let's go! " Melodys mother screamed at the men before they dispatched to get the boat moving

Melody ran to her room as the boat began to move again making it's way toward the way they came.

There was an odd sound as they neared the halfway point and Melody heard screaming outside her small room, a small voice in her head warned her not to leave the room. The scent of iron filled her nose as the screams died down but she felt as if the boat was lowering.

Running out of the room she saw the boat was indeed sinking and blood was everywhere on the boat

Melody looked for her parents but what she saw were creatures who resembled Floyd only they were deceased with their corpses in a similar state to the one found earlier

Melody took a step back terrified as she got a good look at their faces and saw the ring her mother wore on her finger on the female creature

Why why did this beast wear her mother's ring she asked herself until a familiar voice chuckled behind her

"Confused huh angelfish? ~" turning she saw Floyd

"It's not surprising they never told her a thing " another creature spoke who looked exactly like him save for the hair parting

"Where are my manners I am Jade Leech , I assume you are the Melody Floyd's been talking so much about "

"W what's happening why why did you guys do this, why are those things wearing my parents stuff?" She asked trembling before the brothers shared a look and Floyd brought Melody to the water making her heart race was he going to kill her after all ?

Melodys heart pounded in her ears as Floyd placed his hand in the water before running it along Melodys arm

Where the sea water touched arose green scales and fins. Melody couldn't believe her eyes, she couldn't believe this was real at all.

"You aren't actually human, those guys who claim to be your parents were merpeople and so are you" Floyd said

"Why do you believe they kept you from the ocean?" Jade mused

"So those things-"

"Your parents, though I'd hardly call them that" Jade spoke

"But...what do I do now...I have nowhere to go...no one" Melody lamented before Floyd smiled

"Of course you do angelfish ~ you'll come with us people you belong with~ " Floyd grinned with sharp teeth holding out his hand to her

Taking in his words filled Melody with a sense of relief , she took his hand before he led her into the sea feeling herself fully transform, and swim beside the boy who had been the first to try making her happy, the one who had saved her from previous nightmare that was her family. For once in her life she felt free.

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It's currently raining where I am so I'm in a fluffy mood so would you indulge me in some headcanons for spending a rainy day with ian wright would be like

Sorry for long waits, college and request are slightly overwhelming but im getting through them *smiles*

Also adding another loverly request from Sparrow Anon: Ian's s/o trying to keep them in bed when ian has to go to work in the morning s/o just like "no stay you're so soft and warm" s/o wraps their arms and legs around Ian, S/o is being very persuasive.

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Rainy Day With Ian Wright

Rainy Days with ian was a treat for you because that means you could totally make then spend the day with you and that means setting your first plan into motion which is~

Turning their phone off so the alarm won't ring you knew that wouldn't work but still you did it, you also texted Addison that Ian isn't coming in because you felt sick. You plan on telling Ian to say that when he does come in for work.

A loud rumble outside made you grin seeing as a really good rainy day was ablut to unfold and you was lucky to be awake earlier then you lover.

You heard them stir and turned to looking at their phone that was off and they groaned assuming it died.

You crawl on top of them and flopped right there. They laughed being half awake. "Y/n i need to get ready for work"

"No you don't its rainy really bad outside and its setting the mood of you being really warm and i want you to stay with me today" with that you would litterally cling to them to which they laugh again

"que voy a hacer contigo" their spoke softly in Spanish to which you blush and kissed their cheek and then pepper them with kisses all over.

"What you can do with me is move us to the living room where we could watch TV and share ice cream"

Ian gave in and sighed. "Fine, fine only because i rarely take days off so i should be okay" "your totally fine i already text Addison so your okay just make sure you say i am okay and not that sick"

"You didn't" they said laughing "your a pain in the butt" they stood up or rather managed to with you clinging to them to which they wrapped one arm around your waist and the other resting securely under your butt.

As time passed you both watched each other favorite shows, tried acting some out.

Your favorite part is when they sat on a pillow in front of you and you do random hair styles to their hair.

At some point you would paint their nails black with white tips. "You know i like- okay fine im in your capable hands" you give them a smooch and finished up before placing cat ears headband on their head and doing the same.

"You know this new show came out called sandman lets watch it" you grin they rolled their eyes and agreed.

You both ended up watching the episode introducing Desire. You gawked hard and then looked at Ian.

"You know" "don't even" "you look alot like Desire love something you want to share with me"

Ian laughed "yes i am an endless when everyone is asleep" you giggle. When you both reach the last episode you was already pulling Ian's hair back like Desire’s and placing the cat ears back on them.

"Ever thought about trying on that outfit"

"Yea, no you cant watch anything without picturing me in that outfit" ian pulled you down for a kiss and you giggled kising them back.

You couldn't be more happier in this moment right now

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A Change of Hart

Author's note: I've been wanting to write this for a long time. This story is heavily inspired by the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers season 2 episode "Beauty and the Beast". You could say that this episode was an awakening for a younger me and led me to being the writer I am. Hope you all enjoy!

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Kimberly Hart was having a bad day. First, she overslept and missed her morning karate class. Then, she spilled coffee all over her shirt before her shift at the Juice Bar. And to top it all off, her car wouldn't start when she tried to drive home.

As she walked down the deserted street, Kimberly couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. She turned around and scanned the area, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just as she was about to reach for her Power Rangers Morpher, she felt a sudden pain in the back of her head and everything went black.

When Kimberly came to, she found herself in a strange, dark room. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she saw the silhouette of a tall figure standing in front of her.

"Welcome, Pink Ranger," the figure spoke in a deep, menacing voice. "It is I Lord Zedd, welcome to my lair."

"What do you want from me?" Kimberly asked, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.

"I have selected you to become my new bride! I want you to be by my side and help me conquer the universe," Lord Zedd replied. "You will be the face of my reign, and together we will rule over all."

“As if fish breath!” Kimberly spat.

Kimberly's mind raced as she tried to think of a way to escape. She had to get back to her team, the Power Rangers, and let them know what was happening but Zedd’s minions had taken her communicator and morpher.

Lord Zedd led Kimberly to a small closet and pulled out a bundle of clothing. "These are the clothes that you will wear from now on," he said, tossing them at her feet.

Kimberly looked down at the pile and gasped. The clothes were identical to the ones that Rita Repulsa, Lord Zedd's former bride, had worn.

"I’m not wearing these," Kimberly protested. "They're Rita's clothes."

Lord Zedd's voice became more stern. "You will wear what I tell you to wear, Pink Ranger. And you will do so gladly, or suffer the consequences."

Kimberly's stomach turned at the threat in Lord Zedd's voice. She knew she had no choice but to comply. Reluctantly, she picked up the clothes and began to change.

As she slipped on the unfamiliar garments, Kimberly couldn't help but feel like she was betraying everything she stood for. She had always been fiercely independent and had never let anyone dictate her actions. But now, she was being forced to conform to Lord Zedd's will.

When she was finished, Kimberly stood before Lord Zedd, feeling like a shell of her former self.

"Perfect," Lord Zedd said, a satisfied tone to his voice. "You will make a beautiful queen by my side."

Kimberly couldn't bring herself to respond. She just stood there, staring at the ground, feeling lost and alone.

"Now, come," Lord Zedd said, grabbing her arm. "We have much to do before our coronation ceremony."

Kimberly allowed herself to be led away, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and rescue. She knew she had to find a way out of this situation before it was too late.

With Lord Zedd's guards constantly watching her, it seemed like an impossible task. She would have to be clever and wait for the right opportunity to present itself.

Kimberly knew she had to come up with a plan, and fast. She couldn't just sit around and wait for rescue - she had to take matters into her own hands.

As she walked alongside Lord Zedd, she began to formulate her plan. If she couldn't escape, then maybe she could at least buy some time by pretending to go along with his plan.

So, when Lord Zedd's minions approached her with their usual subservient manner, Kimberly snapped at them. "What are you looking at?" she spat out, channeling all of her anger and frustration into the words.

The minions flinched and backed away, surprised by her sudden change in demeanor.

Lord Zedd, on the other hand, seemed pleased. "That's more like it," he said, "You are beginning to embrace your role as my queen."

Kimberly gritted her teeth, trying to keep up the act. She knew that if Lord Zedd believed his plan was working, he would let his guard down and maybe even give her some freedom.

Over the next few days of her captivity she continued to act cold and cruel, snapping at anyone who crossed her path. She even went so far as to push a servant who accidentally spilled a tray of food.

Lord Zedd seemed to eat it all up, believing that the clothes and the role he had forced upon her were turning her into a new Rita Repulsa.

As much as Kimberly knew it was all an act she couldn’t help shake how could it felt. Sometimes she would act cruel and mean to the minions when Zedd wasn’t even around. As the days passed, Kimberly found herself becoming more and more accustomed to playing the role as Lord Zedd's Queen to be. She enjoyed the power and the control it gave her over others, and the way it made her feel. She found herself at times disgusted with herself for enjoying her cruel acts but she couldn’t deny how good it was making her feel.

One day, Lord Zedd approached her with a surprise. "I have something for you," he said, holding out a long, ornate staff. "This was Rita's staff, imbued with dark magic. It will give you immense power and control. I trust you enough now to give it to you."

Kimberly knew this was her moment. The staff would allow her to escape her prison. However a voice inside her was also telling her that this was the moment that she could fully embrace being bad. The conflicting thoughts made her hesitate for a moment before taking the staff from Lord Zedd. As soon as her fingers touched the cool, smooth surface, she felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. She could feel the dark magic pulsing through the staff, and it was intoxicating.

"Do you feel it?" Lord Zedd asked sinisterly. "That is the power of evil. It is a seductive force, and once you embrace it, you will never want to let it go."

Kimberly couldn't deny the pleasure that the staff brought her. She had never felt anything like it before. Could she really forget about her old life as the Pink Ranger and embrace this new, evil existence as a wicked queen?

“Oh yessss I feel it, it’s wonderful! But I... I don't know," Kimberly said, struggling with the decision.

"Think about it," Lord Zedd said, his voice dripping with honeyed words. "We could rule the universe together, you and I. With the power of the staff, there is nothing you couldn't accomplish."

Kimberly stood there, holding the staff in her hands, as she struggled with the decision. Part of her recoiled at the thought of embracing the dark magic, with giving up her soul in return for ultimate power.

The other part of her yearned for the power and control that the staff offered. She smirked remembering how go it felt to boss around the minions. They could be hers to yield forever.

“Haha yessss I want this dark power! I MUST have it! Together we can stomp out the vermin that is the Power Rangers!" Kimberly said with a cackle as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, allowing the dark magic to flow into her body.

As the magic coursed through her veins, she could feel herself changing. She could feel her body becoming more beautiful, more alluring. She could feel the wickedness seeping into her very being, turning her into something more than just a mere mortal. Rita's old clothes burned away around her becoming something more to Kimberly's liking. It was skin tight, green and sharp. Even the staff changed to reflected its new owner.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Lord Zedd looking at her with approval. "You have made the right choice," he said satisfied. "Together, we will rule the universe and nothing will stand in our way."

Kimberly looked at her reflection in a nearby mirror and was shocked by what she saw. Gone was the girl she used to be - in her place stood a beautiful, but wicked, queen. She couldn't believe the transformation that had taken place.

Kimberly turned to him with a wicked smile. "I feel delicious," she purred. "Evil has never felt so good."

Lord Zedd chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. "You are mine now," he said, "and together, we will conquer the universe."

Kimberly shivered with pleasure at the touch of Lord Zedd's hands on her skin. She had fully embraced her new role as an evil queen, and she loved every wicked inch of it. The power and control that the staff had given her were addicting, and she knew that she would do whatever it took to keep them, including destroying her old friends. Kimberly the Pink Ranger was dead. Killer Kim the evil queen was born.

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Plaything | 18+ | part i

plaything 1/ ?? | part 0

pairings: yandere! bully bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

warnings: [series] blackmail, bullying, dubcon/ noncon, filming w/o consent, yandere themes, no quirks au. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.

↪ for chapter 1: dubcon, blackmail, humiliation, masturbation, filming w/o consent, boot grinding, a little bit of bakusquad + reader....this is filthy :D 

summary: by luck you get enrolled into u.a high the best school in your town. the only catch is that the school is filled with rich, spoilt and powerful brats who just seem to hate you and among them, a certain red eyed blonde dreads you the most

↪ for chapter 1: you bump into bakugou by accident, dropping your vanilla ice cream all over him, you try to apologize and run away but wants more...oh wait why are his friends standing there recording everything too? 

wordcount. 4k+

a/n: sooooo, it’s finally out! huge thanks to @sawamooora for proof reading this! helped me out a lot <3 sorry for making u sit through that mess x[

 this scene was inspired by that one episode of boys over flowers where the mc’s best friend drops ice cream on the main guy’s shoe and he asks the mc to lick it off...obviously that didn’t happen in the show but it really got me thinking...... 

alsO the netflix show elite,,, i just saw it and knew,,,,

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It was a great opportunity. Never in your life would you have thought you’d manage to land a scholarship at the prestigious U.A Private Academy. 

The school was a dream, the best in your city, and only affordable for the rich. Graduating from such a school could have helped you with life in so many different ways. Not only would it open doors you could never touch before, but it would help you to form connections which would make your life undoubtedly easier.

Graduating from U.A. was a blessing, but obviously, it did not come easy. It was rather unfortunate. After your previous school building had collapsed, due to some accident, the board announced its year-long closure.

At the time, you were beyond lost and understandably frustrated - it was your last year before college and you simply couldn't risk waiting the year out. The whole situation was nerve-wracking, looking for decent schools which would allow you in. 

Honestly, you had no idea what you would’ve done if U.A. hadn’t called you that night. 

It was the last day of the summer holidays, a week after your school building had collapsed. Luckily, no one was hurt - but the damage on the campus was severe. 

You had been talking to your friends when your mother rushed into your room with exciting news. Apparently, the chairman of U.A was feeling generous. He had decided to offer four excellent students from your school a scholarship to U.A. 

You were overjoyed being one of the students along with your two other friends; Shinso Hitoshi and Izuku Midoriya. 

At first, the thought was a little scary - going into a completely different world than you were accustomed to. The kids there would be much different than you, you didn't want to be the   laughing stock, you didn’t want to be their silly little entertainment... The thought made you nervous, but when your best friend, Izuku, called you the next night explaining how he also won the scholarship; followed by Shinso, you were relieved. 

Yes, you were stepping into a whole different world but you at least had your two friends with you. 

And that brought you to the first day of school. 

You stood outside the huge gates of the even enormous academy all alone shaking in your little, expensive skirt they forced you to wear as the uniform waiting for your friends. You promised the two boys you’d wait for them, and besides, you weren’t planning on entering the building all alone. 

Your friends, Shinso and Midoriya, lived close to each other. They were supposed to meet you at the gates of the school that morning, but they were running late. Your anxiety grew the longer you stayed there, with students filling the place- arriving in their fancy cars with their expensive bags and accessories. It easily made you feel out of place.

“Hey,” you heard someone before someone tapped on your shoulder. You quickly turned around to greet the voice. Staring back at you was Uraraka Ochaco.

You remembered she was in your school too, Midoriya has a huge crush on her. 

“Yes, Uraraka? Right?” You weren’t close to her, nothing but mere acquaintances. But seeing her face - right here, right now - it made your day. 

Uraraka was dressed in the same uniform as you, there was no doubt that she was one of the four kids who won the scholarship. Both of you talked while you implored her to wait for Midoriya and Shinso. You didn’t fail to notice the way her cheeks turned pink when you mentioned Midoriya. The two of them were so obvious. 

Your friends arrived, they were late, but they came. 

Apparently, there was an accident that forced them to stay back a little longer, but they managed to make it before the first bell. 

“I actually have an old friend who goes there now,” Midoriya confesses out of the blue as the four of you enter the gates. You look at him in awe. 

During the three years in high school that both of you had spent together, he had never mentioned any friend of his going to the U.A. academy ever. 

“Why did you never tell us?” Uraraka asks. 

“well, we’re not on good terms. He used to live in the same neighborhood before his parent’s business took off. He left after middle school.” Midoriya says, a slight frown forming on his face.

“Who is he?” Shinso asks. 

Midoriya pauses briefly before explaining his entire history with a temperamental and rude blonde. Bakugou Katsuki, he calls him. His childhood friend. But from what you managed to gather, Bakugou was anything but a friend to Midoriya. 

Bakugo was once just a simple boy, living a simple life, destined to do great things - but once his parent’s clothing line ‘Dynamite’ blew up and became mainstream, he started drowning in wealth. Bakugo moved out of his old neighborhood at the starting of high school before enrolling in U.A., just like all his rich friends.

“Maybe you should say hi,” Uraraka suggests. Midoriya’s expressions turned sheepish.

“About that…” he started. “I called him yesterday, got his number from mom, and-” he stopped. 

“What did he say?” Shinso asked.

“He told me to get lost and die,” Midoriya said with a slight frown on his face, looking down. 

That was your first impression of Katsuki Bakugou. For a man you had not even met, you sure loathed him. 

School went smoothly for a week, everything was going great. The four of you kept your profile low, didn’t talk until spoken to, kept your distance, and everything was okay. 

People often starred and whispered amongst each other when they saw you in the hallways, but that was about it. Everyone seemed to be decent but… there’s always a but. 

Everything took a turn for the worse when you managed to piss off the wrong person, Bakugo Katsuki himself. 

It was an honest mistake, not even that big of a deal - especially for his standards Yet, for some reason, Bakugo wanted to get under your skin. 

It happened after your lunch break, you were on your way back to your classroom with an ice-cream cone fasted tightly in your hands. You mindlessly dashed through the hallways, trying your best to get back to class as fast as possible - you don’t want to be late. It’d earn you a bad reputation. You don’t need that- you don't want anything which could jeopardize your scholarship. 

You walked straight and took a turn. Just by fate, you bumped into a stiff, hard chest making you wobble on your feet and sending your ice cream from your hand flying straight to the ground.

“Shit,” you cursed, looking down seeing what you had to work with. 

The ice-cream cone splattered on the floor, the white creamy liquid flushed all over the floor along with staining an expensive-looking, black leather boot. A snarl comes from above you along with a group of chuckles. More expensive shoes come into your line of view as you realize you’re not alone. 

You slowly bring your gaze up, ogling at who you just pissed off. 

Staring back at you is a furious blonde, glaring at you with such intensity that it makes your stomach drop. It’s the infamous Bakugou Katsuki, you don’t want to deal with him. 

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“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you don’t give him a chance to complain as you take your flight. Quickly, you try running away but a large hand grabs your forearm, stopping you dead in your tracks. 

You look to the side, deep red eyes stare right back at you. 

“Where are you running off to? Don’t you think you owe my friend here a proper apology?” Kirishima says, his grip on your arm growing tighter. He towers over you, his huge body trapping you with intimidation.

Going to U.A for over a week there’s a thing or two that you’ve learned about the rich, snobby brats who own the school. Not everyone is bad, a few of them are actually but the rest are just bad. 

Bakugou was the worst. From how Midoriya described him, you knew for a fact he’d be a horrible person. But hell, he managed to prove himself even worse. 

He was crude, mean, downright arrogant, and ignorant. Always screaming unasked opinions on top of his lungs, and gets mad whenever someone disagrees. He acts like the world revolves around him.

 Bakugo had a bunch of friends who he called his “followers” and they weren’t any better.

They just watched while Bakugou ruined everything, they were there to support him. 

Kirishima Eijirou the redhead, he was captain of the football team. He was a jock, brawns over brains kind of person. Girls cooed over him and his overly attractive, hot body. It looked as if he was sculpted by God himself. 

Next was Kaminari Denki. He was in the school band, dating the lead singer. And yet, he managed to find time to flirt with other girls. He was the goofball of the group, dumb and stupid But he always knew what he was doing. Even though it was barely noticeable, you could always see a devious glint in those amber eyes of his. 

Sero Hanta was famous for a lot of reasons. Most notably for having brought illegal drugs on the campus and skipping classes to go down to his junkie hangout spot to smoke weed. The man had no shame. Sometimes, he’d walk into the classrooms high as fuck. The teachers couldn’t do anything even if they tried, his parents practically owned the school; he owned the school. There was no going against the tall, lanky man who looked like he couldn’t even smash a bug. He held the most power and his friends sure knew how to abuse it. 

Last but not least was Mina Ashido. The one and only girl member of the self-proclaimed ‘bakusquad’. Sometimes, Jirou Kyouka, the lead singer of the school, would hang out with the boys and her boyfriend, but she wasn’t a permanent member. Mina was. 

In your opinion, Mina was a nightmare dressed like a daydream. With her short, pink hair and bright smile, she seemed like an angel. But she was the devil. Worse than even Bakugou, perhaps. 

She knew everything about everyone, she had leverage galore: screenshots ready to leak, videos ready to ruin lives. She had them all, and frankly- she scared you the most. 

Kirishima pushed you back, and Bakugo caught you by your shoulders. 

“That was fucking rude,” he growled, biting his fingers into your shoulder blades tight and hard making you squeal. “Are you fucking blind or something? Fucking extra.” 

“I said I’m sorry, let me go will you?” Even in such a terrifying situation, you try to remain calm.

“What do you think, Sero?” Kaminari began. Your heart sank, including Sero into anything was never a good sign. 

“She ruined Bakugou’s new shoes,” he continued. Bakugou’s hold on you tightened and you winced, turning back to him and returning his glare. 

“Okay, what do you want?” you give in, finally. A mischievous spark lights up in his crimson eyes as flashes a cocky smirk to his friends before turning back to you with a frown. He pushes you towards Mina and she catches you with an arm around your shoulder. 

“Those were expensive, right?” she looks at you and then back at Bakugou. He grunts, nodding. 

“Fuck yes, I’m pissed as hell. Some fucking extra managed to ruin it.” 

You look back down to steal a glance at his heavy, leather boot. The small, white stain melted away. 

“What will you do to make up for it?” Mina whispers your name and you cringe. They were teasing you. For their fun, they were making fun of you. 

“What can I do?” you say, sarcastically. Prying yourself away from her hold. The crowd goes dead silent before speaking. Sero is the first one to talk. 

“Lick it off.”

There’s a pause, no one speaks. Your stomach drops and your face pales at the look the five of them are giving you- it’s serious. Dead serious. 

Kaminari bursts out laughing followed by Sero and the others. The four of them get a great laugh but Bakugou stares at you head-on with his grave expressions burning through your soul. 

“Whatcha looking at? Do it,” he commands. 

The laughing dies down and Kaminari speaks, “are you serious? You want her to lick your shoe,” he can’t control his laughter, a chuckle breaks with every word. 

“Yes, I’m fucking serious. Besides, Sero recommended it,” he smirks. “Do you really want to say no to him? I don’t know so much about this but-“ he leans down close to your face, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, “it might complicate your scholarship.” 

There’s a twisted rhythm in his voice. He’s enjoying tormenting you. You still want to believe that they’re just messing around. That they’ll have their laughs and let you go, but the way Sero stares at you says otherwise. 

“You don’t wanna do it?” Bakugou asks. 

“Of course she doesn’t! That’s gross, oh my god.” Mina exclaims, earning a chuckle from the rest of the boys. 

“Hey, let’s hear it from Sero himself.” Kirishima pats Sero’s back, pushing him forward. The five of them have circled around you, coiling you inside their venomous nest with you in the center. You turn to Sero with pleading eyes, looking up at his huge form, begging. 

He smirks looking down at you, you look so tiny beneath bim. He wants to mess with you, even more, you look like a nice toy to him. He wants to play with it until he can’t. 

“I guess, I did say that-” your blood runs cold, heartbeat picking up in nervousness. “-but you don’t need to do it.” He finishes. Your face lights up while the others groan in disappointment. Bakugou looks livid. 

“Just know that, you’re the one who dropped the ice cream on Bakugou’s shoe and now you’re not even helping him out. That’s not very noble, is it? I don’t know if I even by mistake slipped that info back home- my parents might reconsider whether you truly deserve to be here or not. They don’t really like disrespectful kids who comprise the school’s name.” 

Sero ends his speech with a wide, ear-to-ear grin, followed by a pat to your head. 

“The choice is yours.”  

You pause for a moment and think. Where they were really going to make you do it, where they were really going to humiliate you like this. They were. But were you willing to do it? 

From Sero’s threat, you could tell he was serious, this was legit. 

It wouldn’t have been the first time the school expelled someone who had beef with Sero, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. They don’t care about anyone but their loving son. They wouldn’t even think once before expelling you.

“What’s your answer, princess?” Kirishima teases.

 Mina and Kaminari once again break into fits of laughter.

“What do you mean? She doesn’t have a choice here, kneel you extra.” Your heart hammers in your chest as Bakugou gestures you to kneel. You stop for a second, breathing unevenly- thinking. After a long, thoughtful sigh, you answer. 

“No, I am not going to do it.” Your voice is meek yet clear. Even though you’re trembling under the heavy gazes of five snakes, you choose to stand your ground. 

Bakugou glaring at you while the others boo. 

“Aw, c’mon you don’t mean that.” 

“Don’t be a little brat.” 

Bakugou stays silent while the others continue to throw insults at you -  calling you names and trying to make you regret your decision. You look straight forward into Bakugou’s cold, red eyes, searching for his next move. Your heart beats even harder in your chest with increased anxiety. After watching your torment for more than a few minutes, Bakugo decides he’s had enough of this game.

“Hey, shitty hair,” Bakugo starts. “Punch me.” 

“What?” Kirishima asks, vividly shaken. “Why do you want me to hit you, Bakubro?” 

“Punch me real hard, give me a black eye.” The confusion grows greater on everyone’s faces. You stare at him in awe, wondering what angle was trying to play. 

Kirishima raises his hands in defense. “Woah, dude slow down there. I’m not just going to punch you.” 

Bakugou clicks the roof of his tongue, letting out a sound of irritation. “You all are just dumb,” he starts.

“Imagine if this punny, little,” he leans down closer to you till his lips touch your ears and whispers your name with a crude chuckle. “Were to drop all her food over me, not apologize, punch and me then run away, that’d bring her into a whole world of trouble. Wouldn’t it?” 

Bakugo’s words are calculated and sly, he knows exactly what he’s getting at when he starts. His voice fills you up with dread as he makes his accusations public.

“She would be expelled on spot and Kacchan could also raise charges,” Kaminari adds. 

Your eyes widen in fear. 

“Yeah, I’ll fucking do that.” Mina giggles. “That would succck,” she cheers. Your lower lip quivers as you stare at them in disbelief, your eyes open wide only to be covered with fear. 

“Hey, c’mon, why are you doing this to me?” You feel them inch closer to you, their warmth leeching onto you the longer you stay surrounded by them. 

“Because you have no fucking manners.” Bakugou snarls. 

“Kiri, punch him. What are you waiting for? If you don’t wanna do it I will!” Kaminari cries, growing impatient. 

Kirishima laughs before he charges Bakugou. Your heart hammers in your chest. 

You think about your family, your future, and how disappointed everyone would be with you. Your dreams and aspirations, all were rooted in this school. 

It was honestly sad, pathetic even. Your entire future was just a joke to these spoiled kids. These kids who could control you, and everyone else,  with just a flick of their fingers. It’s unfortunate, but that’s the price to pay for a piece of the beautiful cake known as U.A... You resign yourself to your fate.

A piece of your mind. 

“N-no, don’t do that. I-I’ll do it,” you murmured, your voice timid and weak. The five paused looking at each other with an ominous glint in their eyes. Bakugou was the first to speak. 

“Well, then fucking get on with it. On your knees.” Obediently like a trained puppy, you got down onto your knees, not letting your eyes fall from Bakugou’s face. His red, fierce eyes barked at you with an unknown look, keeping you lost. 

“Holy shit, she’s actually doing this,” Mina squealed watching you lean forward, bringing your face next to Bakugou’s expensive boots.

“Kaminari, record this.” Sero taps at the energetic blonde, forcing him to take his phone out and hit ‘record’. As you lean further to the ground, your short skirt rides up behind you, giving the audience a clear view of your round ass and pastel panties. The sight brings a smile to Bakugou’s face as he scoffs. 

“Cute panties,” he remarks. 

You jerk, trying desperately to sit back, but Bakugo stops you. Smashing his other foot on top of your shoulder, he holds you there facing the ground.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” he growls.

You squirm, almost falling under his weight and as much you hate to admit it, a tingle of excitement runs down your spine. This was turning you on.

 A row of whistles flood in, the boys start teasing you and praising Bakugou. 

“Lick it off,”  he commands. 

You look down at his leather boot, the ice cream almost melted. There’s still a bright white spot of the sweet now liquid splayed out. Even though it’s not a lot, it still makes you cringe. You peek your shy, little tongue out timidly, forcing yourself to do the heinous deed. 

Bakugou watches you hesitate and pushes on your shoulder harder making you reach towards him. 

You give in after a final attempt, diving into his wishes. Your wet tongue touches the rough, cold leather. You cringe after a single touch, closing your eyes and scrunching your nose at the salty taste. “Clean it all off,” he commands.

You dive back in, this time letting your tongue glide across a larger portion. The humiliation burns through your body. It makes you uncomfortably hot, mostly from anger and but a little bit of arousal.

“Nice ass.” 

There it is. The excitement comes back the moment they start making suggestive comments, the attention riles you up and it’s horrible. 

“Kaminari are you even supposed to be here? Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Mina asks at the blonde pervert who was currently zooming on your ass. 

“Oh? We’re cool as long as I don’t stick my dick her,” he points to you. “That’s hella fucking tempting but I’m in love, dude.” He chuckles to himself, thinking about his girlfriend. 

They treat you like an object, talking about you like you were some sort of a toy. 

“Bet her pussy is tight,” Sero says. 

Kirishima turns to Bakugou, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Yo, Bakubro, can we touch her?” 

Bakugou looks on from watching you lick his boot and turns to Kirishima. A dark, unsettling gaze falls across his eyes as he speaks, “No. This one is mine.” he stares down at you. 

You stop lapping on his shoe and stand back on your knees, buckling your knees you try to get up but Bakugou harshly kicks your shoulder, throwing you back and making you cry. 

“Why did you do that?” you squeal, holding onto your bruised shoulder, glaring at him intently. 

The rest of the group goes quiet at the display of Bakugou’s sudden violence. 

He stands between your thighs, lazily resting his foot atop of your soft thighs. 

“You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” the angle you were spread out in had your skirt flipped over hips, displaying your pretty, pastel panties to everyone in the room. 

Even though it’s subtle, masked by everyone’s fear of what Bakugou was planning, you still feel everyone’s gaze focused right on you and more specifically at your clothed cunt. Bakugou presses hard on your thigh making you cry. 

“Useless Deku’s friends are just like him. The fucking second you walked in here, I knew you were just another useless insect for me to stomp on.” He pauses, smirking, pressing his foot onto you even harder, twisting his ankle to increase the burning sting surging across your right thigh. “And I’m doing just that.” 

He steps off you for a moment, letting you catch your breath and recover from the burn. His eyesight travels lower down to your panties. He admires the cute pair you had on. Normally when he’d see girls naked, they’d dress themselves up the most luxurious to match his standards. But that’s not you, that could never be you. 

He rejoices at the thought of seeing your flushed, tear-stained face breaking down under him. You’ll never be like those girls, always a step behind. He can build you up and break you however he likes, you’d have no say in it. 

The power trip drives him crazy. 

He presses the tip of his boot over your clothed clothed cunt, pushing the hard material right over your sensitive clit. 

You gasp at the feeling, looking up at him with terrified eyes. He smirks down at you, moving his foot in a steady rhythm, rubbing the fabric of your cotton panties against your little pearl. 

“This turning you on? What a freak.” The rest of his group basks in shock. They watch intently as the scene spiraled out for them, too captivated to make any comments. They just keep quiet and stare. 

The way you squirm under Bakugou as he plays with your cute clit so unforgivingly makes them hot with excitement. Kaminari feels a little guilty but he blames it on his nature as a man.

Sero feels a little bad for you, they all do. But then again they wouldn’t waste the opportunity to be in Bakugou’s footsteps- literally. 

“You’re a little slut, you know that?” Bakugou sneers. 

Your gasps turn into whimpers as his simulation becomes harder. You clench your fists, desperately wishing it to be over. Tears brim in your eyes at the sheer humiliation of your corrupted form. This was just too much, too much for you to handle. 

“Please, stop,” you beg, knowing he wouldn't listen. “I’ll report you,” you cry.  A roar of laughter starts, shutting you up. 

“Go for it, you do that.” Mina comments. Kaminari walks closer to you, bringing the camera down to your face recording your horrified expressions. 

“We’ll just go ahead and post this online.” he threatens. 

A drop of tear falls down your waterline following a waterfall. You cry, leave all of your dignity behind and cry. You beg them to stop but as your pleas mix with your moans, it’s hard for anyone to understand what you’re saying. It’s not like they don’t know what you’re asking them for, they just turn deaf, simply because they can. 

Bakugou stops, he takes a step back, leaving you alone. You let out the tiniest cry when he leaves, ditching you just when you need his touch the most. 

“Feels like I’m doing too much of the work, if you want it so bad, do this yourself.” He says. Your body still burns with desire, your clit still hard and cunt salivating, you are nowhere close to being done... 

It’s as if something takes over and you are possessed by the dire need to cum, you do exactly as he says. 

You snake your fingers down your panties, deliberately rubbing on your swollen little clit before pushing your finger into your drenched cunt. You cry out as you clench around your finger, the pleasure becoming unbearable. Your legs shake and you close your eyes shut. 

You stay there on the floor, fingering yourself in the corridor, without any shame, while Kaminari records all of it. 

“She’s gonna give me a hard-on,” Kirishima says and you moan.

“She really is a slut, huh?” Sero comments. 

“She’s cute,” Mina adds with a smile. 

Bakugou scoffs, “does Deku know how much of a whore you are?” He asks. 

You don’t pay any attention to what he says, too busy bringing yourself to your climax.

“You’re getting all this right?” Mina looks over Kaminari’s shoulder and onto the phone screen which captures you beautifully losing yourself for everyone to see. 

“You close?” Bakugou asks as you feel yourself clench around fingers tightly, he bends down on his and pulls your panties down your hips, admiring your precious cunt. 

“Cute pussy,” he remarks before flicking your sensitive, hardened clit.

A rush of pleasure washes down your body as you cry while cumming. Bakugou pushes you right over the edge, a nasty grin screaming atop his face as he watches you. You curse at yourself for letting him see you like this, but there’s not much you can do but cry while you feel your juices gush around you before sliding down your thighs and onto the dirty floor. 

It takes a second for you to calm down and when you do come to your senses, dread fills you up. Tears shamelessly fall down your face as you realize what you just did. The others laugh at you, without feeling any remorse. 

Bakugou continues to stare at you with an unsettling look, while the others discuss the heinous crime you’ve just committed. 

Sero looks down at you and you catch his dark eyes staring at you. A toothy grin scavenges his face as he speaks. 

“Awesome,” he says as if he just finished some mediocre movie. 

Finally, you find the courage to get up and run. 

This was totally not awesome. 

[visd3stele]

The beauty and his beast - wolfstar fic

summary: two different nights, years passed, some things changes, but some never do

TW: nightmares, PTSD, trauma, non depictive child abuse, themes of suicidal thoughts

A/N: I loved writing this, but I am so nervous about it. What do you think?

requests ; masterlist

fanart credit picture down below: @lunopal

Ragged voices licked his ears. Three different ones overlapped in a cacophony of hissed whispers and dooming laughs. From where he stood in the middle of his cell, Sirius could see a silhouette standing in the open door. Open, because there was no way he could escape. Three Dementors floated in a circle around him, so fast he could barely tell them apart. Black smoke, a burning smell and shadows whirled under low hoods, bringing him to his knees.

The man in the door curled his lips in a terrible grin. The Dementors were his and with each mind they broke, with each soul they ate, the wizard gained a sense of pride and morbid joy.

Sirius knew it. He knew the man, back in his school years - how far they seemed now! But Sirius also knew he was delusional. The Dementors bow to no one. They have no law, no caretaker, no master. Only their purpose.

Continuing to swirl around his frail body, sinked in to a third of what it used to be, bony edges poking out through dirty thin layers of clothing, the Dementors closed in on Sirius. Flashes of memories flew before the Animagus' eyes. James' empty ones, still open in a silent plea for his sacrifice to be enough to save his family, his brown hair dipped in his own blood, body angled in an unnatural position with his hand stretched forward above his head as if reaching for his best friend. Lily's tears, yet to dry and evaporates, stained her too pale face, the red of her hair sprayed around too lively; no blood pools formed around her lifeless body, laid on its belly as it fell onward, as if leaping away from her son, so the baby won't have to see it. And finally Harry, his godson, crying in his crib, a brown-red crust shaped like a lightning forming on his forehead; his green, small eyes, swollen, puffy and trimmed with red followed his godfather as the man turned his back on him and ran outside.

Sirius cursed loudly, beginning to shackle the chains trapping him in place in case he tried to escape the daily visit of the Prison Warrant and his guards. But the now twenty five years old has stopped trying to run a long time ago. What good would it be? There was nothing - no one - waiting from him out in the world. No, Sirius trashing around the cold, dirty dais, snapping the metal biting in his wrists, bruising his effervescent skin and almost cracking his bones as well was his attempt to run from his own mind. If he could just wipe the haunting memories away with a shook of his head, a twist of his back or punching and kicking the thick walls.

Fragments of thoughts he wasn't sure belonged to him invaded his mind. "Your fault. Traitor. Another Black." And, worst of all, one pained howl, a desperate scream in the night. Sirius wasn't sure if he heard it, or the dark creatures around toyed with him, but Remus' wild, feral yell of pure hurt reverberated inside the bars of his mind. The young wizard shut his eyes closed tightly, hoping to brush away the sound, the voices. Failing to do so, he released a scream of his own, only a hint of Padfoot, the big, black dog, his alter ego, printed in it.

The thirty four years old man yanked up. The bed sheets were soaked in his sweat, the blanket throwed on the floor. Sirius passed a shacking hand over his face, feeling the hot air leaving his mouth in short breaths, than big inhales with no exhale, the burning of tears on his warm red cheeks and the running nose. His lips felt sewed together all of a sudden, as chill after chill entered his body, cooling off his face too quickly.

It was just a nightmare, he knew. He escaped Azkaban, has been a free man from over a week already. But Sirius Black couldn't let the twelve years in prison go. The things he saw there, what the Dementors showed him day after day, carved their way in his brain, refusing to leave. Yes, he may have been wrong: his family and living friend welcomed him back. Harry was warming up to hid godfather, Nymphadora Tonks was eager to know her uncle, Andromeda even reached out, sending letter after letter and Remus - well, Remus hugged him tight and apologized for believing that filthy rat's lies. The werewolf spent his days, from first ray of sunshine until the last drop of sunlight. But the nights he went home. The nights when ghosts came to play, wounds teared open and pain leaked like blood from Sirius' heart, Remus was gone.

He tried to remember a time they didn't share a bed - before Azkaban, of course. Not in a sexual way, though it came to that in the late years of Hogwarts too. But simply for the comfort they each found in the other. It started in the second year, Sirius recalled.

Four twelve years old boys in a room seemed like a receipt for disaster. In a way, it was. After finding out their friend's secret, James, Sirius and Peter decided to sneak in the herbology cabinet, get Mandrake leaves and become Animagus. Seeing as they got away with it, the four created their enchanted map and become the Marauders, messers Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail, waltzing their merry way through Hogwarts.

Not everything was merry and joyful, though. And despite their reputation, the wizards could be grave and serious when need be. Like one night, when Sirius woke them all up with his cries. The grey eyed boy stood on top of his bed covers, knees drawn to his chest, hands tangled in his shoulder length hair. He leaned back and forth, trembling. Front teeth bit in his lower lip to prevent him from making more noises as silent tears rolled down his face.

The other three boys thought Sirius saw a mean spirit, the haunted glassy look in his eyes only proving their theory further. But no danger threatened in the shadows of their room. No monster lurked in the darkness.

James was the first to get up and surf his way to the pure blood. Remus followed closely behind while Peter watched everything from the safety of his bed. Sirius' episode truly spooked him.

"Padfoot, mate, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. 'm sorry. Go back to sleep."

James and Remus changed worried looks at the sourness of Sirius' voice. Their friend would usually be the epitome of confidence, yet now he seemed to desperately try to shrink and disappear. But it was late and they were tired, so the boys decided with a swift nod that they'd pick up the subject in the morning and climbed back under their covers.

Remus jolted awake. Two out of his three best friends were sound asleep. Sirius still stared at the wall in front of him, breathing jerky. Due to his fine, superior hearing, the werewolf discerned the Black boy's muffled whimpers, sounds that kept him from sleeping.

"Sirius, why are you so afraid?" Remus whispered.

" 'm not afraid, Moony. Sleep."

"Can't. Werewolf remember? I hear you trying to not cry. You can cry, you know."

"I know." Sirius said in a tone that clearly showed he doesn't. With a sigh, Remus threw away his blanket, slipped his feet in his shoes and trailed his legs over the dorm's brick daises until he reached his friend's bed. The brown haired boy signed Sirius to scoop over, which he did, to both wizards surprise.

Later, when talking about that night, Padfoot admitted he was too tired, too shocked and too lost in his mind to think and only acted on auto pilot.

Remus brought the blankets to cover them both, still seated as they were. "Do you need a hug?" Sirius hesitated before answering, but eventually he nodded twice, a quick movement as if the boy was ashamed to admit it and wanted to pass unnoticed.

But Remus smiled softly and wrapped his hands around him. Sirius clinged onto his friend. The warmth of the gesture, the cozy closeness of a settled, stable body, a person that cared deeply about him and only him as a being, set the restrained tears free. Remus held Sirius until his body stilled and he could feel no more tears soaking his pajamas.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Sirius swallowed, but the words demanded to be spoken. "Yes."

"Alright. I'm gonna ask you questions and you can answer with yes or no. It's your choice if you want to elaborate. Sounds good?"

"Yes." Sirius said and for a moment his usual, ironic self showed up.

"Was it a nightmare?"

"Yes."

"About your family?"

With a shudder, the grey eyed boy forced out another "yes."

"Your brother?"

"No."

"Your parents, then. Did they - did they do something to you?"

"Yes." Remus' arms tighten around him and he clunged harder to his friend as well. In the safety of the Gryffindor dorm, shared with his most trusted peers, comforted by the scarred boy he became an Animagus for, Sirius stumbled over his thoughts. The dream weighted heavy on his mind, but he didn't know how to let free of those horrible images that haunted him. Not images, memories. Sirius feared that if he said anything they'll become real. Not that they weren't, but they happened in the past. Talking about them, invoking them, would feel like living through them again.

And yet, part of him wanted to talk. He needed someone to know. Sirius couldn't be sure why. Maybe to hear that it was nothing, that it was ok and he shouldn't be such a weak ship. Or maybe to hear it was normal and he wasn't alone. That is how parents love and his didn't hate him after all. Or just to show someone how broken he were, hoping to be picked un and patched.

So, speaking slowly, but evenly, Sirius retailed his nightmare to Remus. In his sleep, the twelve years old boy was hanging some muggle posters in his room: bands, promo for concerts, normal things a boy his age would own. He smiled broadly, music turned on quite loud, muggle music, when his parents bursts in. Walburga and Orion both yell, but Sirius can’t understand what they’re saying. It’s pretty clear they are very upset with him, though. And the reason couldn’t be more obvious. 

“Sirius Orion Black!” his mother shrieked. “Ungrateful, worthless child! You are a stain on the family’s name.”

“You should be ashamed of you. As much as I am for being your father. Well, say something. Look how upset you made your mother!”

“Sorry,” he’d try to say, but his voice would break, too small to be heard by the angry adults. Which only worsened their state. Sirius watched frozen in terror as Walburga took her wand. Only his head seemed to be able to move, and he was shacking it vigorously, wiping his cheeks with it. The young wizard tasted tears on his tongue as he repeated the same words over and over again “no, please, ‘m sorry!” It did nothing to help. 

Remus stayed in his bed that night.

°•▪︎~▪︎•°

The moon shone mockingly on the window. Last night has been a full moon and Prongs, Padfoot and Wormtail failed to properly contain Moony. It happened quite a lot in their first days as Animagus. As normal, they got better over the years, the four boys falling in rhythm like an oiled machine. By the time they reached excellency, though, mistakes happened. James, Peter and Sirius thought less of it, but Remus took it badly. 

As he laid in the dark, blanket drawn to cover his head as he hugged his knees on the side, the young werewolf tried to remember what happened last night. What if he killed someone? What if he will next time the boys won’t be able to restrain him? Is it worth living like this, a danger to himself and the ones around? What if he hurts his friends? 

“I can hear your mind working from over here y’know?”

Remus straighten up in shock. “Padfoot?”

“Well, it’s not the Fat Lady. What’s on your mind?”

Remus shrugged, but Sirius wouldn’t stop pestering him until he poured his deepest fears and doubts. 

“You won’t”

“How do you know this?”

“You won’t, Moony,” Sirius said more firmly this time.

“Alright.” Remus clearly didn’t believe him and his worries still troubled him as he turned to lay back down. He heard footsteps, then felt the mattress shifting as another body climbed over his bed covers. “I know because I am Sirius Black and you are my friend.” Less than an hour later, both boys were sound asleep.

Sirius slept in his bed that night.

°•▪︎~▪︎•°

It became a tradition. At first, they'd wait until one of them woke frozen in pain and panic, then they'd stay together and talk silently until they could sleep again. Later, Sirius and Remus would wait until James and Peter were out to decide who's bed to sleep in, knowing one of them - or both - ought to need the comfort.

The man kept trembling. His sobs caught in hiccups, leaving him out of breath. He did it. He left Harry for revenge. He practically made the choice for James and Lily, selecting Peter as secret keeper. His brother died and instead of mourning him, Sirius rejoiced bitterly in his cell - until he found out how he betrayed the Dark Lord.

He was just another Black. An evil presence in the world, despite his efforts. Gryffindor or Slytherin, it mattered not when his genes crafted him. Sirius tried so hard to be good, brave, loyal and the only thing he managed was to disappoint everyone. He was a nuisance and a burden and the a stain on the world. It'd be better if his sorry, useless existence would be wiped off the surface of the Earth.

Such thoughts clouded Sirius' mind when a light knock pulled him out of his head. "May I come in, Padfoot?"

The man almost broke at the nickname. Only one single person now would know to call him that. The weight of the realization hit him and another wave of tears carried the air from his lungs.

Receiving no answer, Remus kicked the door open, worry written all over him. The werewolf was panting and sweating from running, eyes wide close to terror. "Padfoot!" Seeing his oldest friend's state, he rushed to his side and hesitated only a moment before drawing him in for a hug.

"Nightmare?"

"Yes."

"Azkaban?"

"Yes."

"Dementors?"

"Yes. They-" Sirius gulped, shame tightening up in his throat. He was a thirty four man, for Godric's sake! And yet he cries like a baby. But the path he and Remus trailed off to, simple questions, any type of answer, so familiar and soothing he couldn't stop. "They tortured me. Showing me their - James and Lily's - death over and over. I left Harry, Moony. I stepped inside the house, saw that beautiful, brave child, suffering and I took off after bloody Pettigrew!" Before Remus could say a thing, Sirius continued, teeth so barred that words barely spitted out. "I heard you screaming too. I don't think that was real, but it sounded so broken, Moony. Twelve years, over twenty four full moons alone. 'm so sorry. It's all my fault."

Remus inhaled sharply, pulling Sirius even closer to him. He rubbed circles on his back, leaning to whisper in his ear "It was not, Padfoot. I should have trusted you more, star. If anything, it's my fault for spending so much time alone. So much, in fact, that it seems I neglected you, our agreement."

“It was my fault.” Sirius insisted.

“No,” and not letting him time to argue, Remus added “I know so, Sirius, because I am Remus Lupin and you are my... friend.”

Sirius pulled away only to find a reluctant smile playing on Remus' face. His body reacted before his mind could process its moving. He moved on the right side of the bed, still avoiding the other wizard's eyes. "Why are you here, Remus?"

"I couldn't sleep either. Thought to check on you as well. And good thing I did. You looked..." The professor didn't know how to finish that sentenced. Hollow. Empty. Dead. Scaringly close to death, in fact.

"Merlin! Thank you, Moony. You don't look bad yourself."

Remus chuckled. "Are you feeling any better?"

"No. You?"

"No."

Both men laughed. A bitter sweet sound passing through silence, taking with it any sign of discomfort that existed.

"I'm glad you came."

"Me too."

[silcoseye]

The Day She Came Home

warnings: gender neutral reader, mentions of violence, parenting, established relationship, domestic fluff, minimal angst, set after the end of episode 3 (spoilers)

ngl i really don't like this but considering it's going to take me longer than I thought to work on chapter 7 of my main fic because of uni work, I wanted to give u guys something to read while I'm stressing with deadlines :p I would have liked to spend more time with this idea and I may potentially rewrite this chapter to be more fluffy/ write up a part 2 more focused on silco and jinx but it will take me a little bit!! i love you all, thank you <3

(ps: this is a selfish request, but if anyone wants to draw silco with the cats plz show me because it's an image I just can't get out of my head ily <3)

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Your husband had brought many things home before- whether it was knives he had won in dangerous fights, people he had stumbled home drunk with, experimental vials of liquid shimmer you were tasked with administering to his corrupted eye with that awful needle. The stray cats and kittens were shamelessly your favourites, and to your delight, many of them graced the lanes, therefore many of them graced your home. They were useful- primarily the reason he let them stay- they kept the mice away from your food and were pleasant company.: not too needy or demanding. You grew to love the colder months, yearning for when Silco would relent and allow the numerous felines to curl up around your intertwined forms, radiating heat in the otherwise icy home.

Tonight, you heard the jingling of keys, followed by the door of your small home as it audibly creaked, then gentle footsteps. Two sets of them, specifically, though they weren't Sevika's heavy ones, they weren't stumbling around, indicating he was sober. Who was this strange newcomer? Slowly, you emerged from your room, cautiously peeking out down the stairs to see, anxiously recalling the time he had been bought here at knife-point by some thug intending to rob him, unaware of your presence. You had swiftly helped and brought him down with minimal injury, but enough to scare him off.

The child was a first.

They were sad- crying and clinging on to Silco as he stared in your small mirror on your wall and removed his tie, murmuring something only they could hear. Their blue hair drew your attention, standing out harshly against your dim home. They looked harmless, perhaps afraid too.

Descending the stairs caused four pairs of eyes- one blue, one red and black, two grey- to land on you as you approached them. You didn't miss how the child shrunk back, and you couldn't help but notice the red around their grey eyes and how they kept whipping them on the backs of their hands. You looked at Silco quizzically, puzzled at this strange newcomer. Now you were closer, you could see he was fatigued by the night's events, but they glittered with pride and affection,

"She's... Alone," He said softly, and you watched how his scarred hand moved to touch her head, gently smoothing through her blue, unruly hair, "She lost her family tonight," He stated, his eyes finding yours once more. With a sigh, you nodded your head to the unspoken question,

"I wouldn't let you let her leave just like that, Silco," You said, swayed by his words to let her stay for as long as she needed to. Eyeing the girl's small frame, you moved past them towards the kitchen to make them food- or rather reheat the lunch Silco had missed. Before leaving this morning, dressing in his nicest clothing, he had pressed a firm kiss to your lips and brushed your hair out of your face, informing you his 'grand plans' were 'set in motion tonight', with an almost sinister smile. The last thing you had expected him to return with was a child, yet here you were, giving them two plates of what you were able to gather, "It's not the best, but it'll do," You said, giving a warm smile to the younger girl. Cautiously, she took the plate from you and ate the food quickly. How long had it been since she had last eaten?

To tell the truth, you had never imagined having a child in your life like this. It was always an unspoken rule to care for any child you found in the Lanes as long as they were in your sight, but most knew how to fend for themselves. Silco had been indifferent, the topic of hanging your own was never brought up or discussed between you. He never struck you as the type to be or become a father. And yet here he stood, watching as the girl ate with a foreign look in his eye that made your heart swell in your chest.

The girl's name was Powder. She had a sister. Now she had Silco. You noticed she hadn't stopped clinging on to him- his hand, his shirt. Anything she could hold, afraid to let go even for a moment. You had introduced yourself to her, and she nodded her head, acknowledging you. You weren't expecting anything, considering she had lost her family tonight- you could only guess what she had meant by that. Did Silco have anything to do with this 'loss'? Or had he simply found her while he was returning?

Hours later, you settled her in the spare room down the hall, finding her some crayons you had laying around and sitting with her while she drew on scraps of paper. She had taken them like a moth to flame, and by your encouragement, drawing the things that made her happy. She hesitated at first, and when you had momentarily left for Silco to ask her a few questions, you returned to see a crumpled sheet of paper. Opening it revealed a pink-haired stick figure frowning at a blue-haired stick figure... The sister?

She wouldn't fall asleep until she knew she was safe, which took a while of reassurance from both you and Silco until eventually the two of you were sat beside her on the floor whispering.

"Go to bed, love," He told you, his eyes transfixed by the child before him, "I'll join you in a few moments," His voice was like silk as it moved through the small space between you. Reluctantly, you pressed a gentle kiss to his scarred cheek and left the two alone, retiring back to your bedroom and lighting a few candles by the bedside to not use up the electricity bill. You got ready for bed yourself, then sat on the side and reached for your bedside table, pulling a pack of cigarettes from your drawer and pulling one out. Grabbing the matches you had set down when you lit the candles, you lit it and ignited the cigarette, inhaling the smoke and moving to sit under the covers.

A while later, he came in and joined you in your room, removing the vest he was wearing as he also got ready to get in bed with you. Watching him silently as you smoked the cigarette,  mulling over the words and few pieces of information he had told you, you finally began to speak hearing him unbutton his pants,

"Would you like to explain yourself, Silco?" You asked, his eyes looking towards you as he moved to lay in the bed next to you. Glancing  over at him, you watched him sigh and roll his eyes, "You left giddy and happy, telling me you had something planned for tonight and you came home with a child," You said

"I found her," he simply said, to which you rolled your eyes,

"You've never been one overflowing with compassion," You said with a slight smirk, and watched him sigh, bending down to the bedside drawer and retrieving the needle he used to inject his medication,

"Vander is dead," You straightened your back, almost forgetting to tip the ash into the ashtray on the bedside table, eyes widening in shock as you let the smoke float out of your mouth, "I killed him. She caused the explosion at the lab,"

"That was your grand plan?" you asked, watching as he moved to sit next to you,

"Yes," he stated, "Ending Vander's hold on the Lanes was the plan... She was his daughter- she was outside the building... The pink-haired one made it inside, she was a remarkable fighter," He complimented, fingertips clinking against the metal of the needle, "And yet she still lost," He mused, bringing the contraption to his corrupted eye and injecting the liquid easily into his pupil, "Powder... Caused the explosion, somehow," He said, sighing as he handed you the needle to place back to where it stayed and taking the cigarette from you, "I found her outside... Next to Vander,"

"She caused the explosion?" you asked, he nodded, "She just knew how to do that??" He nodded again,

"She lost her family to that explosion. The few children who came were buried, their bodies found," He explained, smoke rising from his thin lips, "Her sister betrayed her," His voice was full of spite, "Marcus found her body, luckily. The girl was alone. No one left for her to turn to, no one to save her... No one to pull her above the water,"

"And so you did" He nodded, "And brought her home,"

"Where else would she go?" He said, glancing at you, watching as you took the cigarette back and inhaled some of the smoke, "This was the safest place I could think of," He admitted. For a moment you watched him, and at your lack of response, he curiously turned to watch you, "What is it, love?" He asked, shifting to reach a hand up and touch your cheek, brushing some of your hair back,

"Was that your first instinct?" You asked, watching as he blinked his one eye in rapid motions, and looked away from you, dropping his hand. With a small sigh, you tilted your head to stub your cigarette out so it wouldn't catch anything on fire,

"It wasn't," His voice was low,

"But you saw yourself in her?" He was nodding when you turned back to look at him, a distant look in his eyes, "And you couldn't do it, could you?" You asked,

"Hesitating always meant you would be the one to die first," He said, voice barely above a whisper, "I have never hesitated when it came to taking a life, until her... Until today," He said softly. You watched him for a few moments in silence, his head downcast and lost in thought. To treasure him, you took his hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze,

"She melted through your icy exterior faster than I ever could," You said, leaning your chin on his shoulder and smiling playfully, watching the corners of his lips lift up in a small smile. He let out a small hum when he sighed, and you pressed your lips to his cheek when you felt his shoulders drop,

"Tonight was long and exhausting..." He said, shutting his eyes,

"Then you'd better sleep early... We have a child to raise in the morning," You teased. And with that, sleep came pleasantly. Waking up to someone eager to try your pancakes was pleasant, and the following days that came by were filled with happiness- you found being a parent was more pleasant than you expected it to be. It was clear she needed a family- you only realised then it's all you ever wanted from Silco.

[verobatto]

Unrequited Destiel...

The Legend of The Sun and The Moon

I just wanted to explain in a few words to those that are asking why Dean didn't reply to Cas or why is Jensen talking about angelical way to feel things.

I know they're a lot of post saying WE TOLD YOU THIS AND THAT, and is true. Because if you read my Destiel Chronicles from the beginning, you will see I ALWAYS CALLED THE UNREQUITED LOVE FROM CAS AND DEAN'S POV.

Some of you disbelieves this idea, but is the only way to intepretate why Destiel is the slowest slow burn ever.

No more intro, let's suffer together...

Season 4 and 5 JUST A FLIRTING GAME

Once Dean was pulled out from Hell, Castiel wanted to talk with him. He didn't wait a second. Things blew and it was messy, and even Bobby was scared that that thing would hurt his idjit. But it was just Cas, trying to speak with Dean, desperately trying to reach him in his true form. Why? Because he wanted to talk with him. He had to explain Dean's mission but also, he felt fascinated. And even more after their first meeting face to face when he was finally able to find a vessel.

And Dean just it took him just a little of his time to feel the same fascination. The almighty angel, that could see right through his soul.

But also the angel that said things like...

And we have the handprint too, such an intimate sign between these two.

Castiel showing him, honestly showing him with words and actions, his special interest on him:

"My superiors begun to question my sympathies. I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You."

How would Dean take this here? The poor guy just decided to check out the angel, and speechless as he was at that moment, couldn't reply to it. "Is he flirting with me? Does he know how gay this sounds?"

Then Cas rebel against Heaven for Dean. Dean pushed him, the whole he pushed Cas to help him. If you rewatch season 4 Dean is constantly asking Cas to help him. Because he already know Cas was different. Because he felt Cas was his friend, his ally, and something else it was growing up in his chest.

While Cas pushed him against the wall, cut his forearm and drew the sigil, Dean's face is full of awe. He can't believe this soldier powerful angel is doing this for him.

And then... "We're making it up as we go."

Gif credit @cyxnrose

The beginning of season 5 is a very busy Cas searching for God, but also, the flirtation begins. Dean is like a cute boy flirting with his crush. The second meaning jokes, trying to figure out if Cas catch it is hilarious. But he will understand 'Cas doesn't understand that reference.'

From Dean's POV in these two season, we coul under he thinks angels are junk less.

Season 6: The profound Bond and the Longing

The romantic feeling from both sides began to flow even more when Castiel goes into the black side, and the first Destiel break up appears infron of our eyes in the middle of a very romantic scenes.

Gif credit @starlightcastiel

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

The last gif is out of discussion, bot men looking at each other with sad eyes, longing and as if their conversation isn't over. Dean being disappointed at Cas and Cas trying to make him see his point. Everything he does, he does it for Dean.

And now we know why it is.

Season 7: Mourning Dean and the Jealousy

Even with Showrunner Sera Gamble trying to focus Dean's morning into a Wincest subtext, we had put king Ben Edlund came to the rescue in episode 7x09.

Putting things in order, we were faced with Dean's source of depression: Castiel's death.

So, after that, when Cas really comes back, the reunion is another romantic movie. The MEMORY LOST trope.

And then... Castiel's pseudo wife...

The trope is getting better with the spicy Jealousy in Dean's eyes.

Gif credit @impalaofgrace

So he can't completely enjoy Cas is back because:

1) He doesn't remember him: so, how can be mad or anything else if Cas doesn't remember any details of their break up?

2)The guy has a wife! Okay, so, he has a wife, he easily got a wife from... Nowhere?

And then Meg comes and he is Jealous all over again!

Dean is a really mess of feelings, but in the end, when Cas recalls everything, and when I say everything, i mean Dean, because the majority of his memories was him, Dean just pulls out from his car Castiel's bloody trenchcoat and gives it him back!

So, if there was any doubts about why was Dean mourning and depressed for, we have the confirmation!

Then, let's turn the page, because now is Cas the mess... Depressed and suffering, because he almost destroy heaven, but, do you know what cares the most to Cas and when he cheers up? Yes...

When Dean says... "I RATHER JAVE YOU, CURSED OR NOT" Castiel immediately changed his face, he smiles, and kept staring at Dean with heart eyes. He was happy because Dean was forgiving him. Because since he recovered his memories, the biggest cause of it was Dean's rejection. Dean not being able to forgive him. That was the main cause of his sadness. That's why he avoided reality, he didn't have a cause, because his cause was Dean and Dean was mad at him. But now? Cas is happy again. That's why he decides to come back to battle. "I'll go with you."

Season 8 Purgatory of love and Pining!Dean

Okay, is in this season, Carver era, when Dean's POV has a turning point about Castiel and his true feelings for him and is in this season, when Dean starts pining strongly for the angel, and feeling his love is unrequited.

The cause of it, is Purgatory. The Purity about Purgatory resided in the capacity of that place to resides in abolish every human necessity to let the mind to focused in what really matters. In this case for Dean was SURVIVE AND CAS.

So we can say that what remained pure in Dean's heart was TO FIND CASTIEL.

That's why he prayed to him every night, and that's why in the moment Cas CONFESS he ran away to protect him, something in Dean changes forever.

Gif credit @agusvedder

If you pay attention to Dean's face reaction here, is the expression of the man that realizes in that precisely moment his feelings for Castiel. Even Cas stares to a side, because there was Benny watching them, and the thing he was about to say it was too intimate. I did it to protect you.

Dean, the Big Protector, is being protected by Castiel. So, in Purgatory, Dean Winchester find out his not platonic love for his best friend.

Then we had the entire season with pining!Dean and deception.

Dean's mind invented one excuse for Castiel running away from him because thinking his best friend abbandoned him, was just too painful. He does this again when Cas pushed him inside the gate and he stays in Purgatory. Dean just rewrote in his mind the whole sequence. Imagining that Cas was defeated. But the reality was, Castiel wanted to stay. And when Cas reveals this truth to the hunter, Dean's face is a mix of deep sadness and deception. He felt really rejected by his friend. He felt his unrequited romantic love for him. But he will feel it more stronger in the crypt scene, with the brainwashing and how Castiel's love for Dean broke th connection. But he left. That was a real rejection the hunter barely could handled.

Season 9: Pinning!Castiel and Human!Cas

When Cas became Human, he has to face all the intensity of human's feelings. In this season, is time for our angel to realize his romantic love for the hunter.

Castiel will mirroring Dean's pining in season 8, and he will also feel rejected by him.

Just like Dean in season 8, Castiel will feel his romantic love is unrequited, after Dean kicked him out from the bunker, being this the parallel to the crypt scene.

But then Cain's mark comes, and everything gets worst.

Season 10: Castiel is Dean's Colette

The whole Cain's mark was the visual sign of the Destiel handprint (profound bond) attempt of break.

With Cain and Dean going through a perfect parallelism in which Crowley was placed in the friend's spot, Sam in the brother's spot and Castiel in Colette's spot. Blatant and canon exposure of what Cas means for Dean.

But now, is time for Dean, after came back for being a demon, to feel unrequited again. And this is a detail that could be not seen, but it caught my attention.

CASTIEL: At least temporarily. It’s a long story. Crowley, stolen grace. There’s a female outside in the car.

This is what Castiel says when he goes into Dean's room and after Dean praises him...

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

Dean had been with Crowley when he was a demon this whole time, so Cas was heartbroken. Even this season opens with a very depressed Castiel in the bed just let himself die because Dean was gone. So, that's why Cas says this.

So you went with Crowley, i have a female in my car. See? I don't need you.

He was Jealous, and now Dean gets Jealous, but he also gets the sensation again of his love for Castiel is unrequited.

The episode that followed this one, Dean goes into a blind date with random chick he took from a date app (very ooc, but he did it because he had his heart broken and because he thought CAS had cheated on him while he was gone as a demon.)

Season 11: Dean resist a forced bond with Amara because he's bonded with Castiel

Season 11 is a blatant exposure of Dean's feelings for Castiel. There a lot of hints throughout the season telling us Dean is in love, just like in season 9 there was hints of this with Castiel. (Again, mirroring each other).

Dean resisted Amara because of his love for Castiel. But Cas is oblivious about this.

When Castiel is possesed by Lucifer, Dean switch's into desperate mode. If he was worried about his attraction for Amara, now the only thing he cares was Castiel, exposing again WHO DEAN IS IN LOVE WITH.

But when Dean wanted to rescue Castiel, and Cas didn't want to come back to him, it hurt him worst. Again, just like in season 8, Dean can't handle Cas doesn't want to come back with him (first from Purgatory and now from being possesed). Again Dean feels rejected and unrequited. That's why when Cas is back and the end of the world is close... Dean says these words...

"You're our brother, Cas. I want you to know that."

And Cas' face...

Gif credit @mad-as-a-box-of-frogs

That's a man with the heart broken, mostly because we know now he was in love with Dean CANON FACT! (sobbing louder).

Season 12 and the confusing I LOVE YOU

This season was full of married couple situations, but mostly, we had Castiel's I Love You in the barn, before "dying".

At first Dean thinks the angel was saying this as goodbye, expressing into words his feelings for the Winchesters. Because as and angel, maybe Cas was feeling he has to protect them all. But then he says this singular I Love You to Dean, and the guy doesn't know how to take it. It was a platonic ILY? A non platonic ILY? Does angels feel the same like us? Does he sees me as a brother? Dean was truly a mess, so he decides to respond to that with a Mixtape.

But, when Castiel disappears for days, he sinks again into that sensation of unrequited romantic love.

Then Cas comes back, and then he goes away again, and then he dies.

Season 13: The reunion and the meaning of Castiel coming back

Dean's mourning for Cas can't be interpreted otherwise than LOSING THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE.

And the longing for his angel plus some Nougat powers, brought him back.

The thing is, Dean didn't expr as his feeling for Castiel and when the angel asked him that he needed to believed that he came back for a reason, Dean goes...

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

This sound like if he was recruiting Cas for war. And Cas' took it as that. So he came back to soldier angel mode. Because, okay, if Dean and Sam needed him to fight, he will fight.

Unrequited Love again.

Season 14 Healing Dean and the prelude of the break up

Post-possesed Dean is a follow up of self knowledge and self growing. He was healing the whole season.

But in episode 14x04 we heard Dean being Jealous or hurt because Castiel didn't go to rescue him and then because he goes into hunts with Jack. Unrequited love again.

Did Cas miss me as I missed him?

Is the first time Dean will actually name the word LOVE talking with the kid.

And then Mary dies and everything is a mess.

Dean yells YOU ARE DEAD TO ME, and how sad that sounds now that the angel had died again. Saving his life.

Dark clouda over our ship...

Season 15: And Maybe is not too late...

In season 15 we lived the angst of the Destiel break up, but then their reunion in Purgatory was beautiful.

Again, facing the fact that he could lost Cas one more time, Dean went down on his knees and prayed to him, and because he was in Purgatory, his heart and mind were released from any distraction, and he was plenty focused in the love he feels for his angel.

He cried, and begged for him to come back.

And he found him, following his heart, the profound bond he has with Castiel.

But, when he was about to say something that he hadn't said in the prayer, Castiel cut him off. So... Again the hunter had to swallow his words and the unrequited love punch him again.

Then... Castiel's romantic love confession took Dean by surprise, because, now that you read all the clues i gave you and i convinced you that Dean and Cas thought their love were unrequited, you will understand Dean's reaction.

Gif credit @spnsmile

Dean didn't can't believe Cas had loved him the way he does this whole time and now, he will lose him again. Is too much pain he can't handle.

For a lot of reasons we had analyzed so many times (Dean's arc has to have a closure expressing his ILY to the angel, the Empty plot is not ended, Etc) Is logical to think Cas will come back in the last episode, and this slow burn story will end with them being together, finally.

To Conclude:

The legend of the Sun and the Moon talks about two lovers that can't be reunited but they love each other deeply.

Is accurate with Destiel, because these two men had always being pining for each other but never be able to be together as they wish.

Castiel always thinking Dean doesn't reciprocate his romantic feeling for him and Dean thinking because Cas is an angel, he doesn't love him back romantically.

The Sacred Oath always playing in Castiel's POV as an impediment too and Dean's love clocked in shame too.

The deal with the Empty had been settled as we suspected in season 14, as a romantic plot. So, it has to have a closure.

These thoughts are based on the volumes from my assay "The Destiel Chronicles", currently in it's 87th volume.

See you soon! Have faith!

Destiel Is Forever!

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[angellesword]

YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (08)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

"A future without you is a world without color."

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Series: CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 9

warnings: unrealistic court happenings i am not a lawyer ok mention of physical abuse, drinking problems, child trauma, mental illness, and infidelity. I want to build a whole new world in this fic that’s why i also didn’t research about divorce trials I’m sorry. OC is kind of annoying/disappointing in this chapter (?) or not (?) Young Choi Soobin of TXT is the kid in this chapter’s moodboard

Jeongguk was the ex-boyfriend Red was talking about.

You figured this out when you were at Seokjin's party. Frankly, the way your soulmate was looking at Red was already a giveaway, but then you had to confirm it yourself.

The only way to do that was to either confront Jeongguk or your assistant.

You chose neither and it was because you were afraid to hear what they would or wouldn't say. This being said, you resorted to your last option.

"Come on..." It was hard to sit on the floor when you're wearing a damn long dress, but this didn't stop you from rummaging through Red's personal things.

It's the middle of the night. You left Jeongguk at your apartment right after he reached his high.

You just wanted to teach him a lesson for being a brat. He was always so rude to you and you honestly thought that he was just in denial—that soon enough, he would realize that you two were really destined to be together.

Apparently, that wasn't going to happen.

You went to your office at one in the morning just to find something that would verify your speculation. You got what you wanted. The photograph of Jeongguk kissing your assistant confirmed it.

Your tears fell.

You didn't know why you felt betrayed. It wasn't like they wanted this. They hadn't done anything wrong. Fate was just cruel. Why didn't you meet Jeongguk first? You couldn't blame him for falling in love with Red—she was sweet, beautiful, and smart. Anyone would definitely like her, so you had no choice but to swallow the lump in your throat and accept this.

You just had to pretend like everything was alright.

It wasn't.

The divorce trial was near and there were still so many things you had to fix. Work was seriously draining the hell out of you and it wasn't like Jeongguk was helping. He was actually adding up to the stress you were feeling.

Jeongguk was giving you the silent treatment and no—it wasn't the type of silence you were used to. Before Seokjin's party, your soulmate was quiet, but not really. He would occasionally huff to let you know that he was annoyed at you. He would also stamp his feet and slam the door just to spite you.

You didn't mind. You knew he was just being a brat; however, things were different now.

After the night of Seokjin's party, Jeongguk changed. He was eerily silent, always avoiding eye contact with you.

You tried talking to him. Regrettably, you were only greeted by stillness.

"You want pizza, Gukkie?"

Nothing.

"Have you watched the latest episode of Start-up?"

Still nothing.

"Did you have a good sleep?"

Nope. Nothing. Nada.

"Wanna make out on the couch?"

Jeongguk's head jolted to your direction. His eyes were wide, cheeks turning crimson because of your bold statement.

"Hey!" You giggled, clearly happy with his reaction. "You finally looked at me!"

Jeongguk shook his head and then he went straight to his room.

You were unbelievable.

You pouted your lips, giving up. You had a feeling that he would come around.

He did. Days later, Jeongguk surprised you when he stood right in front of the door of your apartment. He was blocking your way out.

"Gukkie, I'm going to be late." You sighed. He reminded you of Miri, your cat that's always trying to stop you from leaving.

"You can't leave." His jaw clenched.

You let out a breath once again.

"Don't do this please. Mr. Kim needs me,"

The trial was happening today. You needed to run down a few things with your client before you go to the court room.

"You just don't get it, do you?" Jeongguk folded his arms over his chest.

You stared at him.

"I don't get what?" It was hard to keep your composure when the thing you had been trying to avoid for so long was being rubbed in your face. You knew exactly what Jeongguk was implying.

"—that you want me to drop this case because you want Red all to yourself?"

Jeongguk froze. What was the point of staying silent when you always knew what was running inside his head?

You just always knew.

"You don't have to pretend that you care about Soobin's well-being. I have enough people doing just that," you slightly pushed Jeongguk to the side so that you could pass through the door.

Ah, people.

They're all the same, always trying to conceal their self-interest by pretending that they care for others.

You liked Jeongguk—actually; you were convinced you loved him. He was your soulmate after all, but sometimes love wasn't enough to just give into what he wanted.

This wasn't about your relationship. This was about Soobin's welfare. He's just a child. You were a lawyer who swore an oath to protect the oppressed and incapable. You were their voice.

It sounded cheesy, but this was the type of person you aspired to be. The world was already dark, it wouldn't hurt to be someone's light.

Jeongguk didn't understand your reasons. It was evident when he showed up in court to watch you defend Kim Seokjin.

At first, you thought your eyes were failing you. Was he really here? Was he really the man at the back of the room wearing that big hoodie?

It was him. The familiar scowl on his face said so. Jeongguk was the only person who looked at you like you had offended his whole family.

"All rise!"

You turned to your client upon hearing the bailiff's demand.

"It's going to be alright," assured by you.

Seokjin smiled. He was looking at Red instead of you. He needed the comfort of his soulmate.

Red grinned back. She wasn't worried. She trusted you. She was certain you would succeed. Soobin wasn't going to be taken away from his father.

The first few minutes of the trial went smooth. You had your story straight and with the way the judge was nodding; you instantly knew she was in favor of your side.

Unfortunately, things started to go ugly during the cross-examination of witnesses.

Jung Hoseok was the first one to take the stand. He was the expert witness.

"You are the marriage counselor of Mr. and Mrs. Kim for months now, right?"

"Yes." Hoseok answered the opposing counsel. It was weird seeing him this serious. Your friend was always grinning, but you told him to try to keep a neutral face. This way, the judge and the jury wouldn't know if he was caught off guard by the question of the other side's attorney.

"Mr. Jung, is it true that marriage counselors rarely suggest divorce to their clients?"

"Depends—" Hoseok bit his tongue. You told him to simply answer yes or no. Be responsive to the question and never explain. "I mean, yes."

"And yet here we are..." Ms. Choi, the opposing attorney, shrugged her shoulders.

"Objection!" You stood up. "Relevance?"

You didn't understand why Ms. Choi asked that question to Hoseok when she's just shrugging it off now.

"Sustained." The judge felt the same way.

Ms. Choi raised her hand as if surrendering.

"My bad. I'm just curious, you know? If Mr. Jung is indeed an effective counselor, then why did he suggest that the Kim couple push through the divorce?"

Ms. Choi was furrowing her brow at Hoseok.

"Isn't that true, Counselor Jung? You told Mrs. Kim that it's better to end her marriage with Mr. Kim?"

"Yes." The expert witness answered truthfully.

The opposing side's attorney smiled mockingly.

"It's because you feared for Mrs. Kim's safety, right?"

"What?" Jung Hoseok was lost.

"Come on, Mr. Jung you know exactly what I am talking about! You found out that Mr. Kim is an alcoholic and you are scared that he might harm Mrs. Kim and Soobin, right?" Ms. Choi pointed at the five year old kid who was busy coloring books in the far corner of the room. He was with Seokjin's mother.

"Objection, Your Honor! Compound question!" You glared at Ms. Choi.

"Sustained." The judge clenched her jaw. "Ms. Choi, separate your questions. You are misleading the jury..."

Ms. Choi was flustered, yet she still held her head high. She knew she had the upper hand here.

"Is Mr. Kim alcoholic, Mr. Jung?" She tried again.

Hoseok cleared his throat.

"He had a history of abusing alcohol years ago."

"And you know this because you're also a licensed alcohol and drug counselor, correct?"

"Yes..."

"And Mr. Kim Seokjin also told you about his issue with regard to alcohol abuse?"

"Yes." Hoseok swallowed hard.

There were papers that could attest to Hoseok's claim. This was a win for Mrs. Kim. You could see her growing sarcastic smile that was directed at Red.

You inhaled deeply.

"Mr. Jung, can you please tell us the rate of patients going through alcohol relapse?"

"Uh, it's sixty to ninety percent after the first year of treatment," answered by Hoseok.

"I see. How long has it been since Mr. Kim sobered up?"

"As far as I know, it has been three years."

"Huh." Ms. Choi crossed her arms. "So is there a possibility that Mr. Kim would experience an alcohol relapse?"

"Yes."

"What's the statistical probability, Mr. Jung?"

"About fifty percent high." Hoseok looked dejected. He wanted to help Seokjin win the case, but he couldn't lie.

"I see." Ms. Choi was smiling as if she had already won the case.

"Can you tell us now the effects of experiencing an alcohol relapse? Or a slip?"

Hoseok's palms were sweating. Slip was one episode of drinking alcohol after trying to stay sober. Relapse, on the other hand, was the return to unhealthy behavior. Slip wasn't always followed by a relapse.

Hoseok also explained that there were different stages of relapse. Emotional relapse could cause suppression of emotions, becoming more isolated, trying to blame other people, and aggression, especially when they were confronted. There's also mental and physical relapse which included glamorizing alcohol and compulsive desires to drink.

"No further questions, Your Honor." The corner of Ms. Choi's mouth turned up upon realizing that the jury was in favor of their side now.

You had to step up your game.

The next witness was Son Chae-young. She was Soobin's babysitter. Chae-young had been living with the Kims ever since Soobin was born. She's a witness testifying against Seokjin.

Chae-young cleared her throat when your eyes landed on her. She already felt uncomfortable because of the way you were looking at her.

The way you stand up—shoulder down, neck long—was intimidating.

"You have a really nice necklace, Ms. Son."

Chae-young flinched upon hearing your compliment. She was confused. Mrs. Kim and Attorney Choi told her that you were scary, this was evident by the way you present yourself, but then...the way your eyes light up made her feel at ease. Your voice was soft too.

"Ah...thanks," regardless of your sweet persona, Chae-young still couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Why were you looking at her as if she was important? As if you were here to protect and not cross-examine her?

"Is it from Cartier?"

"Yes!" The babysitter beamed at you as she touched her pretty jewelry.

You smiled warmly at her.

"Did you buy it yourself?"

"Objection! Relevance?" The opposing lawyer clenched her fist. She was shaking, causing you to smile bigger. Guess she knew what was coming to her, huh?

"I'm getting there, Your Honor," said by you. Your expression screamed confidence that the judge was compelled to believe you.

"Overruled."

You continued.

"So...Ms. Son, did you buy that necklace? Or is it a gift?"

"Uh..." Chae-young's lips trembled. She was looking at Mrs. Kim, as if she was asking for her boss' help. "I-I bought it for myself..."

"I see." You nodded. Humoring her. "Do you have any other job aside from babysitting Kim Soobin?"

The nanny shook her head.

"N-No. I'm a full-time nanny of Mrs. Kim's son." Chae-young's lips were still shaking; her eyes were quivering as well.

"Hm, interesting..." You went closer to the witness. "That means you're earning what? Two hundred fifty dollars a month?"

"Objection, Your Honor! I still can't see the relevance of this!" Ms. Choi was losing her mind.

You turned to glare at her.

"Can’t you really see the relevance of this or are you just scared?"

You heard the judge's hit the gavel; she was calling your attention.

"Get to the point right now." The judge demanded at you. It was this or your statement was going to be sustained.

"I am merely establishing my point, Your Honor." Your voice was rough. "The necklace Ms. Son is wearing is worth four thousand three hundred dollars. I know because I have the same necklace and it took me, a lawyer, months!" You paused for a while just to emphasize the word months, "to buy it."

You turned to Chae-young when the judge remained silent.

"So tell me, Ms. Son, how can a full-time nanny like you who's earning minimum wage buy that kind of luxurious jewelry? Huh?" You were standing too close to the witness so Attorney Choi used this as an opportunity to object.

"Your Honor, she is badgering the witness!"

"Overruled." But the judge wasn't having any of it. "Answer the question, Ms. Son."

"I'm sorry!" The nanny's face twisted in fear. "Mrs. Kim bought it for me—"

"It's a gift!" Mrs. Kim blurted out, unable to contain her anger anymore. God. She hated you. "I bought it for her last month! It's my birthday gift for her!"

You smirked. Attorney Choi was panicking. She was caressing Mrs. Kim's hand, telling her to calm down.

Sadly, Mrs. Kim could not be stopped.

"Why am I explaining to you when you have no right to question my intention! It's my money so I get to decide what to do with it!"

She was yelling at you and it almost made you laugh. Why was she so defensive?

"May I remind you that you are a married woman, Mrs. Kim? You have to consider your husband's decision when it comes to spending that amount of money." You said this while glancing at the jury.

Base on their expressions, you knew that they agreed with you. This was a win on your side. One of the valid reasons of Seokjin for wanting a divorce was this. Mrs. Kim didn't know how to manage their assets.

You weren't done, though. You had to discredit the witness. You had to win the jury's side in all aspects.

"And you said you bought it last month for Ms. Son's birthday?" You shook your head, focusing your eyes at the nanny.

"Tell us, Ms. Son, when is your birthday?"

Mrs. Kim's face became pale upon hearing your question.

"January seventeen...”

You turned your attention back to Mrs. Kim again.

"Your birthday present is many months late, Mrs. Kim. Either that or you're just lying to hide the fact that you gave Ms. Son the necklace in exchange of testifying against your husband—"

"Objection—"Attorney Choi tried to stop you, but you cut her off too.

"Isn't that right, Ms. Son? You are bribed by your boss to say that you always see Mr. Kim Seokjin drinking alcohol—"

"Your Honor—" The opposing attorney was losing control, her objections were drowning because of how loud your voice was.

"Mrs. Kim wants you to lie! To say that her husband isn't a good father! That he isn't a good influence to Soobin!"

"Yes!"

You stopped trying to pressure Chae-young because it already worked. She admitted the truth.

"Mrs. Kim bribed me!" The babysitter sobbed, looking at you like you were the Lord and she was a sinner.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I-I can't say no, please...please...I need this job!"

"You bitch!" Mrs. Kim abruptly stood up. She wanted to attack you; fortunately the security officers were able to stop her.

The jury was surprised to see Mrs. Kim's violent reaction. You, on the other hand, didn't even flinch.

You were used to this kind of scene. Besides, you couldn't get sidetracked. You still needed to prove your point.

And so you faced the jury.

"Is this the kind of person that you want to raise a sweet, innocent five year-old kid?"

One of the members of the jury clutched her chest. She was affected by what you had said. Truthfully, they were almost decided to grant the sole custody to Mrs. Kim; however, upon seeing the latter's behavior, the jury was having second thoughts now.

"Just look at her!" You pointed at Mrs. Kim who was still seething with rage.

"She constrained an adult! Imagine the bad things she could force Soobin to do! Mrs. Kim is a manipulator!" You raised your voice dramatically.

"My actions are nothing compared to what that asshole is doing!" Mrs. Kim screamed as she angrily pointed at her husband.

She was crying.

Kim Seokjin was quiet. He was shocked by your responses. He didn't expect you to be this bold. You were different from the lawyer he thought he knew.

You didn't have any limit. You didn't know when to stop just to prove a point.

"He's teaching my son that it's okay to be unfaithful to your wife! Jury, please!" Mrs. Kim was desperate. "Don't let him come near my son! He's a drunken bastard!"

The judge was hitting the gavel again. There were too much drama and unnecessary comments from Mrs. Kim.

You shook your head. You couldn't stop now. The jury was undecided. They changed their minds from time to time. You could see sympathy in their eyes as they looked at the wife.

"Mr. Kim Seokjin is sober! You should be ashamed of yourself, Mrs. Kim! You keep blaming your husband when you're the reason why he turned alcoholic in the first place—"

"Objection, Your Honor!" Attorney Choi glared at you. "The attorney is assuming facts!"

You disagreed before the judge could say sustained.

"Am I?" You smirked at the judge before turning to your table to get your evidence.

Seokjin looked at you nervously.

"Please tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing," groaned by your client.

You were blinded by your role as a lawyer, so you ignored Seokjin's plea.

"Don't do this..."

Seokjin was already too late.

"I have here the evidence that will prove that Mrs. Kim is the reason why her husband turned alcoholic."

You brought out the printed photos of Seokjin's beaten up face. Bruises, cuts, and other physical injuries were seen.

The jury gasped. Attorney Choi was groaning as she told the judge that these photos were not entered into evidence.

You were playing dirty, but so were they. Ms. Choi told you that they wouldn't bring Mr. Kim's sobriety issue in this court. She lied.

"These pictures are given to me by Mrs. Kim Sunghee, Seokjin's mother." You glanced at your client's mother.

"She knows that her son's wife was assaulting him. Seokjin didn't want to feel his wife's punches so he resorted to drinking the pain away. Mr. Kim just wants to be numb."

"N-No..." Your client's tears streamed down his cheeks. He was calling your name, begging you to stop.

It felt like everyone was begging you to stop; even Sunghee was shaking her head.

It was wrong. This was a mistake. Seokjin's mother realized this when Soobin began to cry. He was silently crying at first, but when the little boy saw the photos in your hand, he started hyperventilating.

"Appa!" Soobin's eyes dilated. He could barely breathe.

Mrs. Kim stood up to attend to her son.

"Soobin!" Mrs. Kim was wailing.

Things were becoming messy.

You didn't understand what was happening, so you just stood there.

"Appa! A-Appa is hurting!" Soobin was losing it; his eyes were rolling in the back of his head.

"Call 911!" Red shouted.

The noise was deafening.

You still didn't get what was happening.

Seokjin went near you.

"I told you not to do it!" He shouted, snatching the photos away from your shaky hands.

"This isn't about me or my wife!" Seokjin continued to scream at you.

You were stunned.

Your client was blaming you.

This is your fault! Seokjin said.

You were wrong. You didn't have to bring out these photos because apparently, Soobin knew.

He witnessed how his mom used to beat up his father.

The poor kid was traumatized.

He had to get some help.

His parents thought he had recovered.

It had been years.

The thing about trauma was, it never went away. It was there—silently sleeping and waiting for that one thing that would trigger it.

You triggered Soobin.

"I-I didn't know..." Your voice was low as you stated your excuse.

No one wanted to hear your lame excuse, not even Jeongguk.

You looked at your soulmate once.

You looked at him desperately.

You looked at him hoping that he would understand—like he would comfort you.

He would never.

Jeongguk had this look in his eyes, the kind of feeling that expressed disappointment.

Jeongguk was disappointed in you.

It was clear because right now, he was shaking his head as if you had done the most horrifying thing in the world.

He shook his head before leaving you all alone.

No one wanted to be with you.

You were a disgrace.