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smolweeblets · 1 year

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Through Kitty Cats And Kittens

Fade x Reader Valorant

Fade was an amazing woman. She was an incredibly formidable opponent with crazy good abilities and not to mention an incredible battle sense to go along with them. She knows just how to scheme to get her opponents to run around in circles. Not to mention how attractive she was while doing it. Her hard gaze could melt a hole right through you, and it only gets more intense when she's concentrated.

Needless to say, you have a massive crush on the woman. Everything she did just entranced you, you often find yourself having to rip your eyes away from her just to do even the simplest things in a mission.

Thats what made what you were doing now so daunting. You were instructed to knock at her quarters and inform her of something important. Her comm device was off and Brimstone needed her asap. You were just unfortunate enough to be the first agent to pass by. Curse Neon for waking you so early in the morning.

And so there you stood, in front of her door, trying to muster up some courage to knock.

Curse you and your pretty-girl-driven brain. This shouldnt be so hard, but the thought of just seeing and talking to her sent flutters up your spine.

You decided to just do it, and sent a few quick knocks.

A gruff sound you couldn't decipher (haha cypher) came from inside the room. Soon, the doors were opened and you finally got a glimpse of the woman herself.

She was wearing cat themed pajamas with cute little kittens, balls of yarn, and tiny fish littered all over her sleepwear. It contrasted with her current appearance, disheveled, messy and almost scary from how hard her gaze was. She was slightly flushed, not expecting the knock and having an agent see her in this state.

You almost gasped seeing her pajamas. She looked absolutely adorable, and you felt melting on the inside. You tried your best to gather your thoughts to form words, as she said something and was expecting an answer.

“What do you want.” She frowned.

“Brimstone has requested for you.” You scramble to answer. “It was urgent he said.”

She rolled her eyes and groaned. “Ugh, the one time I actually want to sleep…”

You smiled apologetically and were about to leave until your ears pricked when you heard a small mewl.

You looked down to the source of the sound and saw a small calico kitten trying to run out of the Turkish womans room. The woman looked indifferent but you heard her mutter a silent curse under her breath.

She scoops the little thing up. And it continues to mewl in her arms while she pet it to try to get it quiet. You notice a faint blush on her cheeks, realizing what she was wearing when she looked down to pick up the kitten.

“I didnt know pets were allowed here.” You curiously state. Your previous shyness melted when you saw the creature.

“Theyre not. You didnt see this.” The little thing yawned in her arms, making your heart melt.

“Whats its name?” You asked, looking at the kitten with a smile.

“None of your business.”

“Awwe, but its so cute, please?”

Fade sighs. “Her name is Churu.”

“Can I pet her?”

Fade looked at you incredulously, not believing that you were actually asking that.

“Please? I’ll steal you some of Cyphers expensive tea if you let me,” You look up to her hopefully. Youve seen her drink them from time to time, and youve also seen Cypher grumble about it constantly. Lately hes padded them with more security, so the offer mustve meant something.

She stares at you with that same incredulous look. She was frowning.

“God, I don't have the time for this. Just play with her in my room while I get ready for Brimstones meeting.”

Your face lit up as Fade handed you the small creature. You take her with glee, smiling wide at the cute cat in your hands. The woman quickly ushers you inside, not keen on anyone else seeing her little secret.

“Dont touch anything. Ill be out in 10 minutes at the most and so will you.” Fade sighs as she picks out a polo from her closet, planning to look at least somewhat presentable.

She enters her shower, and you take this time to take a look at her room. There wasnt much, the most notable thing was her desk area, having a pc with double monitors. Beside it was churus food and water bowls.

You played with the kitten with glee, savoring your time in your crushes room.

Wait.

You were in the room of the woman youve fell head over heels for since the moment you saw her, and you were playing with a cat.

YOU WERE IN FADES ROOM?

The realization took a while to get to you, but as it finally did, your face heat up. You were in Fades room. Fade. Probably the scariest and most closed off agent in the whole protocol. Well, probably after Viper, but that was besides the point. She just… let you in her room. Does she normally do that?

You shook your head no, she didnt, but its not like people just waltz up her door and ask to go inside. You still cant believe you did that. But you werer nothing special, the stars just aligned in your favor for the day. That or she just really wanted Cyphers tea, but either way, she let you in her room!

You could almost imagine the both of you laying on her bed after a long mission, tangled in each others bodies, indulging in each others warm embra–

“Ow!” You yelped in pain. Churu decided your finger looked appetizing and helped herself to a bite. Effectively interrupting your delusion. But to Churus disappointment, your finger was in fact, not food, and this caused her to jump when you unexpectedly moved it away.

“Yowch, that wasnt very nice of you.” You shook your hand from the pain. Thankfully, Churus teeth werent big enough to break skin yet, but damn it still hurt.

The kitten went on your lap, almost as if to apologize. But you knew that she was just finding somewhere warm to sleep after tiring herself out after a few good minutes of playing with you.

You sighed as you pet the kittens soft fur. Cats truly were the best.

Soon after Fade exits her bathroom fully dressed with her hair damp. You flushed slightly at her unstyled hair and quickly look back down on the kitten in your lap.

“Okay thats enough playtime, out you go.” Fade nods her head towards the doorway.

You pout, not keen on leaving so quickly. “Aw, okay…”

You gently set the small kitten on the floor and brush yourself out as you stand. Fade watches as Churu affectionately headbutts your leg and fights a smile.

“You can have her if you want. Saves me the trouble.” Fade offers suddenly. It really would help her. She didnt need to have Sage scold her and weaken her already little trust in her.

Your eyes widened at the offer. You werent quite sure you heard her right. Surely it would be extra work but a cat would be a great vice in this stressful job. Just imagining snuggling with the lil guy made you want to smile.

And either you were going crazy, or you saw the ghost of a gentle smile on Fades face as. It was only for a split second, but you dare not make a single comment on it. Dying was not on your to do list right now.

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Fade stood in front of your door, small bundle in hand along with a large box by her feet, presumably containing all of Churus stuff. You quickly ushered her in and offered her a seat on your bed.

“No need, ill be out soon. Just know that you need to feed her at least thrice a day, theres an automatic food dispenser with a feed timer in the box for when we’re on missions, i personally refrain from using it otherwise because its a hassle to clean-”

Almost everything she said after that fell on deaf ears, you were just too happy to hear Fades voice. This is the most youve ever heard her talk, and you just couldnt get over how calming it was. You noticed the way her hands moved when she was enumerating all the things you needed to do and all the facial expressions she made as she though of any other advice she could give you.

Oh well, it was just a small kitten, how hard could it be? You would tackle the problems as they came. Plus, google existed.

“-You could probably get away with cleaning the litterbox every other day, since shes still small right now but its still best to do it every day just to be sure. I think thats about it, you got all that?”

You could do nothing but nod dumbly, pretending you had the slightest idea about a thing she talked about.

“...Right… Well, good luck with the little rascal. I'll be dropping by sometimes, don't think she's all yours.” Fade was halfway through the door already before you could even respond.

“Yeah, thanks again! Ill take good care of her!” You smiled as you waved.

Who would have thought you would adopt a cat in the protocol AND it would be the reason your crush visits your room!

Dear little Churu would be taken well of for sure

A/n: Holy shit tumblr user smolweeblet actually posts a serious oneshot!? More likely than you think.

This is super messy, and the ending is super open its practically begging for a part two. Dont expect one anytime soon though, still busy working on some requests, till next time you guys!

#fade valorant x reader #fade x reader valorant #fade x you #fade x y/n #fade x reader #valorant x reader #hazal x reader #hazal eyletmez x reader

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whore4colbyb · 10 months

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“ What are we”

Colby brock x y/n

summary:Colby and y/n were flirtly close friends ,but then you see him getting to close with another girl,which lead both of you in his bed

Tw:cussing,smut

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Y/n Pov

I’m in the kitchen making some food while colby walks in and grabs me by my waist “hey beautiful,whatcha makin”I sigh “None of your business colby”colby grabs my chin gently with a confused expression “why are you acting like that”.I grab my my plate and walking away to my room while shutting my door behind me.

I was so frustrated,me and colby literally fucked last night and now i see him making sexual tiktoks with some girl and always hanging out with her.Sam texted me “yoo y/n Jake is having a party and was wondering if you wanted to come with me and colby”I smirked “ill go,you better give me a ride there and back” “sure will y/n”

I realized,I can go to this party and make colby jealous,so I can end whatever the fuck we had.I’m know the perfect dress to wear,my black,short, bedazzled dress that I have recently bought.it was almost time to go and I looked sexy as hell.As I was touching up my makeup and checking myself out seeing how the dress is on my curves, sam walked in looking at me up and down then said “you ready?” I replied “yes,sir”.

Some reason colby wasn’t in the car but I didn’t really cared.Got to the party and see jake “y/n i missedd you soo muchhh”he slurred out,already drunk.I laugh “I missed you too webber”then I see my friends dancing so I joined just to see colby and the girl dancing together,her twerking while he watched smacking it as well.My blood boiled before I could even think I grab sam and start shaking ass on him as he grinded me.I felt colby’s eyes on my,but i didn’t care i was having fun never knew sam was like that.

I gasp for air “sammy never knew you were freaky like that.”sam laughed “There are many things you dont know” I smirked “well Im going to grab a drink,maybe we can dance again.”he smiled “sure thing,sweetheart” he winked and walked away.

While I was grabbing my drink felt someone was behind me I look to see colby.”y/n wtf was that”he yelled “what I was just having fun.”i said calmly “y/n you’re mine only mine so if I see you do something dumb,it won’t end pretty.”he said roughly “so we just goin to act like you haven’t been all over that girl,we’re not in a relationship so mind your fucking business”I try to walk away but colby grabbed my wrist and pulled me in a guest bedroom.

“Colby we are not doing this,whu dont you just fuck that girl you care so much about,”y/n i want you not her I just didnt expect that I liked you because I didnt want to be rejected at least I thought you would.” i sigh “Wouldnt hurt to just ask.”.

“Im sorry baby I really am i want you more than anything.” I kiss him while he kisses me back he rips off my dress while giving me hickeys.I moan as he sucks my g-spot. “C-colby i-i need you n-noww”as I moan he takes of my panties that are now soaking wet “my princess all wet just for me”he groans before I could beg he bends me over on the bed and slams he big dick in me with no warning.All you can hear is skin slapping and my moans.

“I know you like that”colby says as he thrusts faster them ever, “C-colby im going to cum”I moan,i was a moaning mess. “Princess hold it”he roughly said.I cum while he cums all over my thighs.That.was.amazing.we both just lay on the bed naked besides each other

“If I ever catch you that again,trust you will be dealt with” I smirk “same to you my love.”

Fin.

Im sorry first time ever writing a fanfic hope you enjoyed tho!!

#colby brock

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walkcycle · 1 year

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genuine question abt ur bio.. whats wrong w little women? idk anything abt it :0 hope u have a good day!!

yes... what IS wrong w little women? in short it annoys me. i find it annoying. when i have to talk to little women lovers i start to go crazy and insane like that post about going on youtube without adblocker and turning into the riddler. i find the way most people discuss little women to be at best dick sucking levels of critical thinking (meaning none. they are just sucking dick) which whatever that's your business. but i love looking for meaning and thinking and ripping books up so it does not work for me. mainly what i think is wrong w little women: people still talk about it. stop making movie adaptions stop WATCHING these movies adaptions stop it just stop it !!!!

little women well reading it you have fun. or i had fun. and the reason i had fun is because i have a parasocial relationship with louisa may alcott and i justknow she was a hater and i DO know she hated little women (this is because she is dead and you can just read her diary). but unfortunately other people that read little women and had fun well they don't have this insane girl bond with alcott so they aren't haters. alcott thought the concept for the book was boring and she only turned to writing it after facing critical failure with previous works. by critical failure i don't mean failure of critical levels i just mean critics did not like it. critics read moods and were like wow alcott you should try to unlearn the written word this sucks and she was like ok go fuck yourself what if i wrote the most boring shit on earth kill yourself and that's what makes reading little women fun the whole thing is double speak you know with every sentence alcott is mocking the entire book and the views presented in it she hated women she was like god this sucks.

alcott did not view the book as progressive she was having to include all kinds of shit... that book was about a household centered around a man and written to mirror books like pilgrims progress (pilgrims progress is this christian allegory like how narnia is about christianity like that only not fun). after it became popular she had to pull back on literally all the fun stuff in it bc she was so hateful and annoyed towards her fans she was like god can you all SHUT UP? just for that everyones lives are going to be miserable just for that im going to write the worst endings on earth for these little bitches and then she did and giggled with her friends about it

ok i lost my main point. my main point abt america just never shutting the fuck up about little women. to me these people just dont get it they literally dont theyre like wow little women...... feminist book about women written by a woman....... this is soooo great we should keep talking about these white women for the rest of all time like omg they literally had servants. be real. but people just continue to praise it without having anything of substance to say like ok girl can we move on can we talk about other books why are we stuck in the white women jogging track just walking around and around can we get out of here. people use little women and its impact on american culture as an excuse to just keep circling around white women it is literally 2023 can we talk about something else. little women fans are just insufferable to me they're trapped in this little women loop where because little women is "progressive" (i have other thoughts about this too) they never have to consider works by other groups of minorities and they never have to consider if theres anything fucked up and twisted about or being mainlined by its narrative. little women is an insincere book and its thematic messages are also insincere and if you read it knowing this then you can become an insane crazy guy like me and then i would loveeee to talk about little women with you. but unfortunately no one is doing this

#asks #yes im a hater. its very complex.#yes this post is incoherent. yes im still right. lots of moving parts here #i used to go on long winded rants about little women i used to call my sister and just be like i NEED to be a hater. can i be a hater #diary entry #little women #ive been reminded now of the time i used to be completely insane about this i might just start ranting and raving about little women now #yaaaaay thank you for sending a cute little ask and reading my tumblr about page i love you forever <3 #if you want to know anything ever just ask me i love to talk etc. sorry if this does not make any sense at all

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too-many-paper-cranes · 1 year

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im going to vent some anger that i know is mostly irrational here rn. if you dont want to read that then turn back now, and please dont judge me too hard for what im going to say, but i havent been able to articulate it in a vent to any of my friends, and i just need to try to get it out, because it's lived in the back of my head for over a year now

june or july or something of 2022 was fucking awful and i remember the moment i was scrolling througb discord trying to fucking find something to take my mind off things and i clicked on some rando in hkmain's profile and their status was something along the lines of "RIP technoblade and RIP schy" and that fucking set me off. i never talked abt it, or expressed my anger to anyone else, but that made me cry so fucking hard. that was one of the trigger points but not the reason it was the amount of people i saw expressing condolences, but had only heard of schy and didn't really have a clue who they were. and it showed in a unique way you would only see in a parasocial relationship between someone who is a fan of an acquaintance of them. it feels different when you say "i lost a close friend" and someone says "im so sorry for your loss" and when you say "i lost a close friend (who was a speedrunner)" and someone who barely skimmed the leaderboard once goes "wait, schy died??? it's so horrible that the world would take such a talented person away" actually no shut the fuck up. the amount of people i saw like this over and over and over at the height of my fucking grief. do you care about the person they were? do you only care because they had a wr or something? shut up. shut up shut up shut up you didn't know them. you think you knew them because they were cool and superhuman to you but they werent and they were barely even appreciated for the person they were and they always felt that. and i am so pissed at any single thing that ever made them sad for a moment of their short life. you called them a "TAS" "WR grinding machine" or whatever the fuck but did you call them kind? caring? hardworking, smart? no the fuck you didn't because you didn't see them as a person. that's my friend you're talking about. fuck you. a few days ago someone replying to a comment i made on some other runner's channel asked me "how did he die". you don't even know their pronouns. you don't even know who they are. the video talks abt their runs but doesn't talk abt them. you learned nothing from this video and your first thought isn't "im so sorry" or to appreciate anything i said abt them as a friend but to misgender them and blatantly ask me to describe what happened. no tact, no sympathy nothing. do you have absolutely no shame? how about it's none of your fucking business? shut up. let them be a person. i asked fire to remove the comment and he did (thank you fire) but despite that little moment ending well i am still pissed and so tired. the insensitive words are gone forever but how many more will replace them now? how much more shit like this am i going to have to see? i don't want people to stop talking abt them i want them to be remembered forever and ever but not like this. this isn't what they wanted. this isn't what i want. im tired. fuck you.

#blossom.txt #negative #death tw

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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Headcanons for being Robby Keene’s sister

Robby Keene x sister!reader

warnings: it’s tagged #long post, so don’t give me shit about the keep reading button. for the millionth time, it doesn’t work on my posts. also alcohol lmao

a/n: hi anon, i’ll do the basics of this request (being robby x sister!reader), but please read my rules more carefully. i dont take random dialogue prompts and i don’t care for “angst with some fluff” in requests

prompt: anonymous: “okay so can i please request a robby keene x sister!reader (head canon) with the prompt of “you could have died what were you thinking?” angst but fluff in the end!!”

not getting along with robby very well…ever

which led to you living with your dad and him living with your mom

but still keeping in contact…usually

like meeting up for lunch to argue

“i just don’t see how you can live with her when all she does is get messed up and bring strangers home” -you

“like dad’s any better. drinks beer all day and pisses in the hallway, real nice” -robby

“does mom even have a job?” -you

“why do we always do this?” -robby

“it was your idea to hang out” -you

skating together

and talking about your daily lives

which included his shitty friends

“they sound like creeps to me. how old are they?” -you

“none of your business” -robby

him convincing you to visit with your mom, but he would NEVER visit johnny. never.

“hi…mom” -you

“oh, hi, sweetie! it’s so good to see you! have you finally decided to come live with us?” -shannon

“nice try, robby just wanted me to stop by” -you

robby’s “friends” trey and cruz coming over to meet you and just being the worst about it

“damn, look at her. forget your mom, i’m going after your sister” -trey

“back off, man. she’s not interested in you, trust me” -robby

“i can stick up for myself, robby” -you

although you pretty much never got along, i guess you still cared about each other

in your own special way

robby: I left a bag of In n Out at your door since I figure dad doesn’t have anything in his fridge

y/n: well, you’re right about that. thanks.

every once in a while you’d suggest he lived with you guys

“i mean, dad still has your room open. it’s a little messy, but we’d clean it if you ever decided to come over” -you

“i’m fine where i am. plus, mom’s house doesn’t have a lot of rules” -robby

“oh, yes, it must be so great wasting your time doing drugs and ripping people off instead of getting an education. go mom.” -you

telling your dad about how your mom is running her house and your dad beginning to want robby with him and you

“it doesn’t surprise me, your mom was never the ‘authority’ type” -johnny

“i’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that” -you

joining cobra kai when your dad started it up and asking robby to join

which didn’t work out very well since he joined miyagi-do, run by your dad’s arch nemesis. couldn’t be a coincidence

and then your brother tried to convince you to join him instead

“you must be pretty dumb if you think i’d betray dad for you” -you

your dad always grilled you about robby and how he was doing

you got in a few arguments with robby during all of this and up until the tournament

and the thought of fighting him at the tournament was scary as all hell

“miguel?” -you

“yeah?” -miguel

“if it’s alright with you, i’m gonna throw our fight” -you

“yeah? don’t think you can handle me?” -miguel

“not exactly” -you, making eye contact with your brother across the room

running to the guys locker room when he gets injured

“ma’am you can’t be in here” -paramedic

“yes, i can. robby, are you okay?” -you

“sorry, who is this?” -daniel

“y/n lawrence, his sister” -you

“yeah, i’m fine. thanks. just messed my shoulder up a little” -robby

“real nice teammates you have” -daniel

“back off, man, i’m just making sure my brother’s okay. are you gonna be able to fight?” -you

“yeah, i think so. and i’ll give diaz hell for you. even though i could tell you threw that fight” -robby

“did not” -you

“you could have easily won that fight, i was watching” -robby

“yeah, yeah, whatever. good luck out there” -you

daniel was…surprised by you to say the least

“seems like she cares about you” -daniel

“more or less” -robby

silently cheering him on, despite the fact he was up against your dojo

“how was he?” -johnny

“he’s alright, his shoulder’s just a little messed up…said he knew i threw the match with miguel, though” -you

“haha, you got found out. you should have just gone for it, you could have gone up against your brother” -johnny

“that’s exactly why i let myself get eliminated” -you

giving robby a hug after he lost

“you did pretty good, robby. maybe next year” -you

“thanks, uh, we’re gonna go” -robby

“right, okay. take it easy. love you” -you “and bye mr. larusso” -you, bowing

robby and you didn’t talk for a little while and you were a little sad about, but you wanted to give him space

and after a while, you found out that he was living with daniel larusso

and your mom was missing

a lot of troubling information

“robby, why didn’t you call us? we would have let you stay with us in a heartbeat” -you

“yeah right, you haven’t texted or called me in over a month” -robby

“dude, i was trying to give you some space, i thought you were pissed off at me” -you

completely forgetting about that and going on a rant about your mom and how irresponsible she was and how you hated the way she treated her kids and her addictions and everything else

just letting it go that robby lives with daniel because you were glad he was getting on the right track in life

“just…dude. call me or something when you have a problem. i know we don’t always get along, but i don’t want you to think i wouldn’t give a shit if you were living alone without power. at least call me if you hear from mom. i don’t like that it’s been this long without hearing from her” -you

“alright, fine. i can live with that” -robby

by this point, none of the dojo knew you and robby were siblings

but you got in a few spats with him after hearing that cobra kai attacked miyagi-do

“what were you guys thinking?! stop going after them for no reason! you’re just making things worse!” -you

“they trashed us on yelp! we had to do something!” -hawk

“are you even hearing yourself? do you know how stupid you sound?” -you

it caused a bigger rift between you and robby

and when they found out that robby was your brother, they were pissed off at you and johnny

“so you threw that match at the all-valley because you didn’t want to go against your brother?” -miguel

“yeah, and what about it?” -you

“that’s not very ‘cobra kai’ of you” -hawk

robby refusing to return your messages until your mom resurfaced

y/n: can i please come over? no cobra kai, just me for a family thing

robby: Mr. LaRusso says it’s okay, here’s the address

you showed up pretty quick

and after talking to your mom about her plan for rehab, you felt pretty good about everything

“you okay?” -you

“i mean, not great, but i’m glad she’s gonna try to get better” -robby

“are, uh, you and larusso’s daughter dating?” -you

“shhhut up. shut up. stop talking. don’t let him hear you” -robby

“oh, my god, robby. that’s a horrible idea! you’re dating her behind his back?!” -you, whisper screaming

meanwhile…

“so, that’s robby’s sister? she doesn’t seem so bad” -amanda

“no, she doesn’t. she’s not like the other cobra kais. and she really cares about robby. apparently, she hates shannon, though” -daniel

“i mean, she has every right. look how she left robby. addict or not, there’s no excuse” -amanda

she seemed to think you were okay

eventually you left and didn’t hear much of anything from robby until the party. which was…a rough night

you hung out with him for a little while, apologized for the past few months, you cried a little, decided to go socialize with others

light drinking, nothing as bad as sam larusso, though

which went very downhill when the cops came

“y/n, is there any way we can stay with you and dad tonight? sam can’t go home like this, she just can’t” -robby

“i, uh—yeah, okay. come on, let’s go” -you “you can take my room, or your old one. she can borrow my old pajamas, too, just let me call dad”

you explained it all to johnny

“he asked you if he could come over?” -johnny

“yeah, so be cool about it” -you

“wait, were you drinking too?” -johnny

“a few beers, it was a party, after all. it’s not like i don’t sneak your beers” -you

“i knew that was you! i thought i was going crazy” -johnny

you knew it’d be a bad idea, though, and you were proved right when you hear someone banging on your front door

you, robby, and sam all looked terrified

and in a crazy, inevitable turn of events, robby finally lived with you and your dad

which didn’t last long after a fight broke out at school and robby completely disappeared an hour later

it took some time, but robby was found and arrested, which broke your heart enough for you to go visit your mom in rehab

“you know, i’m really proud of you for keeping yourself on the right path all these years. i’m just sorry i wasn’t there for you” -shannon

“thanks, mom. i’m glad you’re doing better” -you

“have you been able to visit robby yet?” -shannon

“no, they wouldn’t let me without a parent and since dad’s on parole, i’m screwed. but i’m gonna call him” -you

“sorry i can’t be of more help, i just couldn’t go somewhere like that right now” -shannon

“no, it’s okay. i understand” -you

obviously by now you’d been phased out of cobra kai

and an enemy of kreese

“keene, you have a phonecall” -juvie officer

“hello?” -robby

“hey, it’s y/n. i’m really sorry that i can’t visit, i tried, they just won’t let me in without a parent” -you

“why can’t mom or dad take you?” -robby

“dad’s on parole and mom can’t leave rehab without the risk of relapse. i hope it’s okay i’m calling” -you

“no, it’s fine. i’m glad you did” -robby

“how are you? i’m sure it sucks in there, but are you at least safe?” -you

“i’ve gotten into a few fights, but i can hold my own. is, uh, how’s miguel? is dad mad at me?” -robby

“miguel…it’s complicated. but i don’t think dad’s mad at you. he’s worried more than anything. and disappointed that he lost you so soon after you moved in” -you

sam contacting you against her father’s wishes to ask about robby

you ended up having a mini breakdown about him tbh

and all the cobra kai bullshit you were no longer participating in, but once things settled, you and your dad had the honor of founding (not your choice of name) eagle fang

and when robby got out, you were sort of shunned? just because you still associated with daniel and johnny. which really sucked for you after all the effort you made to let him know you were there for him.

it was a shock when you found out he was holed up in cobra kai, you even had to fight it out with him while johnny and kreese did the same

“after all this bullshit, you’re gonna choose cobra kai? is this just to get back at dad?” -you

“he’s never there for me! he’s always there for you! and miguel! what about me?!” -robby

“so you’re gonna let dad get in the way of our relationship? you keep trying to push me away and for what?! your daddy issues?!” -you

parting ways with robby and starting anew with danny and johnny’s combined dojos, but you almost didn’t want to. it’d be easier to just give up

but you kept on working for this tournament, it was the best way to go about it

until you heard there were separate brackets for the boys and girls, meaning you couldn’t fight your brother this time

but it might have been for the better

you were dying not being able to talk to robby, he dodged all your messages and calls. you even went to your mom’s apartment and he wouldn’t come see you

but by the tournament, you were full of rage from this family feud.

the only reason you didn’t go all the way to the finals was because you went up against sam, who needed to finish things with tory

“it’s okay. i threw my fight last year, i can do it again. you need this” -you

“thanks, y/n. for everything” -sam

cheering her on and being there for her when she lost

“it’s so weird noticing the similarities in you and robby” -sam

“yeah, we’re both assholes, for sure” -you

“both pretty funny, too” -sam

leaving with your dad to go home and noticing the old dojo is gone

and finding robby—er, robby finding you when you got there

and watching him seem to make up with your dad

“y/n, get in here” -johnny, with both him AND robby extending their arms to you

group hug :)

let’s hope everything turns out okay after this. please.

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omiscurls · 3 years

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Diluc, zhongli and childe reaction to their s/o breaking up with them after something they said, maybe after a week or so after they argument they think the s/o forgave them but they break up instead? I WANT THE ANGST

consequences

plot: reader decides to break up with the character after not speaking to them

contains: diluc, zhongli, tartaglia (idk how am i going to do this to my special boy but ill try my best)

warnings: angst, breakups, implied past toxic behavior

a/n: OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO HARD- I DONT HAVE THE HEART TO BREAKUP WITH PEOPLE

diluc

hopeless thoughts ran through your head as you fought with yourself about wether to enter angel’s share or not, hand halfway through to the doorknob. your mind hadn’t been made up just yet, you were still in between two very different scenarios - the urge to forgive him for his hurtful words growing stronger each day, as anger and other emotions subdued to loneliness and the feeling of a part of you missing, ever since the two of you stopped talking.

your mind flashed back to the exact moment when you looked into diluc’s eyes, always so soft and calm for you, forming a way of anger he never expressed towards you before. to the feeling you got right then and there that this man is not the same one you’ve met and fell in love with.

the process of coming to terms with that conclusion was as painful as the first strike of his angry glare, and even though he seemed to have realized the weight of his words right after saying them out loud, no matter how hard you tried, you could not erase them from your memory.

one strike of that pain, one memory of that night was enough to make you go through with your plan, door to the bar opening with a little screech.

it was like just another late afternoon, with charles tending the bar, knights and townsfolk filling the hot room, and the smell of alcohol traveling through the air.

“hi” you said to the bartender “is master diluc around?”

charles, busy with his work, quickly replied that he’s out back, opening a barrel. you nodded and went where his directions guided, pushing open yet another door to see the back of the man you loved, looking just as always from this angle, working over said chore. he didn’t even seem to mind the fact that someone walked in on him working.

“diluc” you said with a sigh, and he almost immediately turned around, tools falling from his hands and onto the ground.

“darling, hi” he replied quietly, walking over to you but stopping half way, eyes set to analyze your expression, figure out what was going on in your mind. “i’m glad you’re here safely, i haven’t heard from you in over a week” he added cautiously, as if weighing every word before deciding to say it out loud.

“well” you sighed again, once again going over wether you should actually break things off right then, mind taking pity on his troubled expression, tired eyes, on the obvious eyebags that were much more apparent than before, a sign that he didn’t catch too much sleep. “i had to come to terms with what i’m about to say”

he wanted to tell you he was sorry, he really did, but words didn’t seem to come out of his throat. obviously he was sorry, it was a bad day and he meant none of what he said, but you knew that, right? you knew he always cared for you and loved you… right?

he wasn’t the best with words, hence, the idea of apologizing with a gesture after you were done teaching him his lesson came to mind. a brilliant idea, one could never go wrong with a thoughtful deed for their significant other, just give him one more chance.

“and my conclusion is, we need to take a step back and… reevaluate things in our lives. i’m not saying this is the ultimate end, but what you’ve said, and how you’ve said it made me realize…”

you were making a good point. you were talking about your feelings. he should listen, but the only thing he heard was the blood pumping through his veins, and the two single words

the end

so there won’t be another chance? he won’t be able to prove himself? what do you mean, the end? the best thing that ever happened to him in his sad life was coming to an end because of him? but he was so careful, he treated you like his treasure, because that’s how he truly felt, like his lifeline, something he could never lose…

and all it took was one sentence too much, one glare too intense. for the first time in what, six, maybe seven years, his eyes began to water, as he blinked the tears back at a rapid pace.

“… and that was a shitty thing to do. i hope you know that. i don’t know if i had anything else i wanted to say, perhaps i did, but… that’s all. see you around, i guess” you mumbled, loosing confidence in what you were saying, taking one last glance at his lost eyes before turning around.

turning around from him, from the love of your life, was perhaps the hardest thing you ever had to do, and yet you did do it.

before you could reach the door again, though, a cold hand caught your forearm. your eyes met his, with just a glimmer of hope that he would magically say all the right words and somehow make you stay, you didn’t want to leave, yet knew you had to. if you wanted to preserve the respect you had for yourself, you had to leave.

why were you giving him time to say something?

his helpless gaze seemed to speak with a thousand words, begging, pleading you to not leave through that door, but as much as his lips did part, not a single word left.

he couldn’t say anything to hold you back, and you ripped away from his grip, turned, and walked away.

and just like that,

he was all alone, again.

he was gonna need a drink.

zhongli

tears flooded your vision, blurring every details of zhongli’s face, causing you to only see a pale color palette, instead of your favorite person, ever. maybe it was for the best, maybe it would make it easier, you thought, but that was a foolish thing to hope for.

even through the salty tears, you could make out his eyes, it’s glow never failing to guide you, and comfort you, now seeming to burn their way through you, through your body and soul.

“you’re stuck in another love, zhongli, we both know that!” you exhaled a bit louder than you intended to, the outcome sounding more like an accusation than a fact. “how can you ever say you love me, when it’s so obvious, and so apparent, that every time you look at me, you see someone else? you HOPE for someone else?”

you could only wish the words you spoke didn’t come out as a complete mess, because of those tears you were constantly choking on. desperation seeped through your voice, as the feeling of helplessness rose every time you looked at your lover and at the anguish, and confusion he presented.

how could he make this so hard? it’s not like you’ve presented some statement he didn’t know already, right?

you hoped your eyes would say all the things you didn’t trust your voice to. you hoped he’d somehow hear how all you ever wanted was to be enough, was to meet his standard, how it tore you open that every time he said <i love you> his eyes wandered everywhere but onto yours, how all his touches seemed absent, how all his compliments were truly about some other face, some other smile, some other kind soul.

the worst part was, how could you blame him? how can anyone, ever, blame someone for being in love, of all things? love was something beautiful, and once you’ve experienced it, you’re drowned in it forever, and don’t even want to see the surface again.

love is beautiful. when you’re the one who’s receiving it. love was beautiful, to you, too, when you loved how his wisdom flew through his words, how his kindness hugged your spirit, how his aura brought you comfort. you loved his eyes, you loved his cheeks, his lips, every single detail of his skin.

the love you felt made you complete, made you warm, until you finally realize the thing you should’ve seen much sooner.

that you were merely a mirror for him to look at someone else, someone long gone.

suddenly all the warmth you felt was directed back at you, burning you inside, making you wish you never felt it in the first place.

“aren’t you gonna say something?” you whispered.

his long fingers found their way to your hand, but you snatched it away.

if you fell onto his charms now, you wouldn’t be able to get out once more.

his breath hitched as he gathered himself to speak

“i want nothing more than to love you” he said, although quietly, it rang through your ears like the loudest of screams.

you scoffed.

“we both would’ve wanted that, then”

“and i’m sure i can, if you just—“

now, laughter was all that you were capable of letting out.

“zhongli, you can’t train yourself to love someone. and even if you could, then how do you think that would make me feel? like i’m so unlovable you had to force yourself through it to grow accustomed to a feeling similar to love?”

“that’s not what i—“

“that’s what it means! let it go, please, please just… let me go” you sighed, standing up from the bench over at liyue harbor that you were sitting on. the sun has begun to set on the other side of the sea, and you couldn’t help but notice, it would’ve been the perfect date.

“i do sincerely hope you’ll find someone who’ll love you just the same” he finally stated, as he gave up on trying to make you stay.

“why?” you chuckled “so i could make them suffer the same way you made me?”

tartaglia

(archons give me strength)

you found nothing but guilt, looking into the endless ocean trapped in his eyes. for the first time in forever, they glistened, but not with a spark of joy, like you always hoped they would, they shone a sickly shine, caused by a thin layer of tears, that didn’t dear to spill over his porcelain cheeks, almost as if afraid of making contact with the ruthless face of the number eleven of the fatui harbingers.

he could’ve easily been crying if only he let himself go. he would’ve been in tears, sniffing and coughing, but he just… wasn’t. he held those tears in the gates of his eyes, as if his life depended on it.

the guilt you found inside them, wasn’t his, but yours. you felt guilty, watching this composed, confident man fall into pieces right before you, crumbling before your sight. why were you doing this? you seemed to forget all those terrible things you’ve heard just from the way his irises begged for forgiveness and brows furrowed in inexplicable sadness.

but you couldn’t, no, this time you couldn’t.

“my word” you swore on dear life you’d burst into tears if your voice shook right now “my word is final. we’re over. and that’s… that’s it. you need to understand that there won’t be another chance.”

the moment his lips parted, you knew you were lost.

“i have told you so many times already, but i will say this as much as i need to, it will never happen again! i swear, on everything i love and everything that i am, i swear on life itself, i won’t ever let that happen again! you know i won’t! come on, i promise you, if there’s anything you can say about me is i do keep my promises, don’t i? darling, please…”

“promise yourself to heal and become better, first” you stated coldly, watching faith disappearing slowly from his fixed look.

“im sorry, you know i am, im sorry, im sorry, im so fucking sorry!” a scream left his throat as desperation took over both reason and self-respect.

“sorry isn’t gonna cut it”

“then what will? i’ll do anything, anything in the world, anything to prove myself to you. i get that you can’t love me, i understand that, but please, let me win your trust again.”

he said unnaturally calmly, compared to what he did before, and you got concerned immediately.

i understand that you can’t love me, his words rang through your head. oh god, what were you doing? guilt stroke again, right at where you felt your heart to be.

right when you wanted to turn around and leave, he must’ve sensed that, and pulled you into a tight embrace. not suffocating, as they often describe it, not toxic and desperate, but… as loving as every other hug you’ve ever received from him. as calming and grounding, even though you could feel his heart racing. he didn’t refuse for you to leave, he didn’t trap you.

you understood after a while,

he was saying goodbye. all the love trapped inside his heart seeped out onto you, all his feelings surrounding and engulfing you.

“let me promise you this” he whispered, voice shaking painfully “the next time i’ll see you, i’ll be a better man. someone you will be able to be proud of, someone worthy of both your trust, and love. i won’t stop until i’ll be enough for you to look at me without the disgust and fear you have now. i promise. i’ll be better.”

“until then, then.” was the only thing you were capable of saying before leaving.

as soon as the door shut behind you, you rested against a wall and covered your mouth with a hand, unable to hold your tears any longer.

you heard a cry through the door. so he does have some feelings left, after all

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yukisnowywriting · 2 years

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Punishment To The Loved

ModernAU

Diluc x fem!Reader

genre : angst

warning : mentions of death, suicide, sad shit, and angst, ofc the most natural part; cursing.

Masterlist - Pt.2

a/n : gonna get me some hate but- i just love making diluc suffer in angst for some reason... and agan gender is actually neutral but my fingers kept typing female pronous out of habit, so please do change the gender to your own comfort(?)

summary : As the days gets busier, so does Diluc. Youve appreciate his hardworking manner and understand the work he has. He want to make you happy by giving you anything you want... but cant you have a little of is attention? does he not need you anymore? what if he loses you? will that be better? does he not like you anymore? will it fix it if you part ways in your deathbed with your last to be "i hate you"?

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"Just how many times do we have to get over this?!?! I SAID IM BUSY. im busy. what you want proof? look at my desk, its full of paper. And of course you know the conditions of the sudden dying people, injured, hurt because of some organization. Im protecting the land, and that includes you. Do you have any complaints? i will not accept those either way." he says as he walks out of the door, towards the his car. And for you, you stand there with tears in your eyes, you just wanted a hug anyways.

Its been like this since a few weeks ago. People goes missing for a few days, coming back not remembering anything. Injured people reporting that theyve witnessed a dangerous organization. And people dead with the clues of some mysterious organization that the security forces cant even figure out. And due to those cases, Diluc joins the investigation with the forces, while still keeping up on work as a CEO of his fathers company. He walks home each night to receive a hug, that was at first, yes you do hug him still. But, As a withering flower loses its beauty, so does you relationship loses its love as time walks by. fewer interactions become none, and none became arguments.

The lack of comunication is the main issue, a thin yet hard paper to rip.

As Diluc continues his research on the accidents, You try your best not to feel the pain in your chest, that lonely pain as you sleep alone once again. But these days you felt as if something or someone was watching, a murderers gaze waiting its time to strike. Youve tried to inform Diluc of this incident, but get cut out with 'later' 'gtg' 'just your imaginations'

----

One night...

"I told you before. this is embarassing that you cant help but make excuses, and more excuses until youve nothing left but try to guilt trip me and the people around y/n. Ive said to you again and again, you know im busy for the sake of both of us-"

"OKAY BUT THEN WHAT IF THE ONLY THING THAT I WANT IS YOUR FCKIN ATTENTION???"

youve done it, raised your voice at him in the most terrible moment. but you did not regret.

you see his pissed off face, the face full of irritation. as he raised his voice.

"do you really think that im supposed to believe someone who started this argument by saying shes being stalked by a possible murderer, and then the next debate, she says that she just wanted my attention?!?!!? guess what? you have all of my attention now. Now speak. continue your lie-"

"I SAID ITS NO LIE! IM SERIOUS! I- i could feel it even at this moment...!" you cut him off again and you werent even lying.

"ah... so you think your a special person, the female lead of a story, the person that could predict the future, to feel some weird aura, the one that gets killed just because of that feeling and at the end gets a kiss from the prince as she wakes up from her death bed? dont expect any of that bullshit from me. By how terribly bad your attitude is these days, i dont even know if i still need you. im leaving, and ill probably leave until tommorow. now go to bed before i actually kick you out of my appartment." he says as he walks away, again to the vast dark night.

tears running down your face, as you feel the aura of murder bigger than before. You shake in fear as the appartment is filled with silence. Your alone.

---

"I get it Charles, ive said some wrong stuff to y/n so i should say sorry before its too late. but you know how busy we are right? ill do that tonight"

"hey you should really visit her now, no one knows when late is"

"were busy. get back to work"

the next day, another busy day in his office. And Charles, his assitant, giving diluc some relationship advices that gets a direct negative response.

Charles of course kept trying to persuade Diluc to no end.

they were typing no end, that was until Miss Jean came in and called for Dilucs time, signing that its about the incident.

Diluc gets to the balcony, a more reserved area.

"how is it?" Diluc asks.

"you see, were at a dead end. they always end up attacking someone, killing someone, and when we tried to dig into the connections of the victim, their family or people their close with always ends up dead by suicide the next day. "

"ridicolous"

"but knowing your the one that has been figuring out most of the tracks, and encountering most of their moves in real time, you should also be careful."

"i get it"

and there their disscussion ends.

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Works as painful as usual, a meeting was held to discuss the strategies, and outcomes of the organization. But the only thing that was revealed is that the forces decides to stick to the guess that the organization has been targeting people with a relation to the national forces. After theyre targeted, the person that will be a victim is the targets family, bestfriend, or lover. And at the end, they will have the outcome of eliminating a member of the force without many difficulties.

To Diluc, just like how it sounds, it sounds ridiculous. If the organization really does that, he bets that theyre already caught by now. That guess is just like a fantasy novel.

As he gives no shit on the disscussion about that strategy, he only pays attention to the stuff about victims since he himself guessed that the organizations victims has some sort of relationship with the organization. He does not believe that someone could die just because of someone else dying first.

but why does he feels like hes already dying now?

ring* his phone shows that y/n is calling

"tch, excuse me for a while, someones calling."

he stands up from his seat and went put of the room with soundproof walls and a glass door.

---

"you know very well that im in-"

"please... im sorry- hic- im sorry- please come home.... i-"

"tf do you mean?? your saying im supposed to go home while an important meeting is going on?? this could risk lives-"

"w-why are you like this..? please come home? right now PLEASE ITS REALLY IMPORTANT" your cries over the phone as you wail to him.

"this is getting annoying, i said this is more important-"

"it hurts.... it hurts too much... there too much blood, i cant... breathe" you say with the last energy you have.

Diluc freezes as a wave of anxiety washes over him.

"y-y/n where are you? whos there other than you? im heading there- just- your doing good- continue talking- anything- how was your day? what did you cook today-" Diluc says in a panic as he starts taking fast steps to his car, too scared to forget your voice.

"I- lets go to that cafe you said you wanted to go to-"

"why?" you cut him off with a lifeless voice

"y/n how was your day? did you go somewhere? meet with friends maybe-"

"tch" you click your tongue

"y/n....?" he says with fear of whats gonna come up.

"why are you always like this?" "i-" "you always do this" "please-" "you always say everyones wrong and when your wrong you could only say sorry and act like nothing happened" "thats not-" "thats not true? sure hah..." "y/n im right infront- wait for awhile- youll be just fine." he parks his car with his phone still on speaker, as he pays attention to every noise and painful words coming from your side.

"hey remember i love you so-" he tries to say how much he loves you, he tries to say how much he loves you, but your reply cuts him off and the ring of a call ending following your words as he turns off his car and runs to the door.

"i hate you "

wouldve it been different if he trusted you? would it be better f he didnt walk out that night? would it be better if he went home and made up to you just like what charles said?

"t-this is too painful of a punishment... y/n"

he kneels down next to your body, his suit pants getting stained with your blood that was flooding the floor. His whole body shaking like a cat drenched in rain. His hand reaching for yours, bringing your crushed hands that mustve been stepped on to his face, kissing it gently and bringing it back down, putting it on your chest.

"im sorry... please dont hate me..."

and ambulance sirens fill in the silence.

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hehheheh, part 2 maybe?

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spinster-sisters · 3 years

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Criminal. khj

TW: Violence kinda, weapons kinda, illegal stuff obviously, exhibitionism, marking, posesiveness, gang? au? possibly, I honestly dont know what this is.

WC: 6k

I normally dont do summaries but I got a funny one:

You and your boyfriend escape a bank robbery.

The toe of your shoe clicks against the marble floor as you tap your foot. Across the room, high up on the wall there is an analog clock ticking down the seconds. It’s getting late, and the bank teller couldn’t be going any slower. Only two people ahead of you now.

You check your phone for the fifth time in the past 10 minutes, no update. Must not be running as late as you thought. You shift your weight to your other foot only to start taping once again. Ok sure, you weren’t late, it doesn’t mean you like how long this damn lady is taking.

The line moves up as the teller begins helping the next person. You attempt to swallow your impatience as best you can, pulling out your phone again to quickly slide between apps, but the longer you stand there the louder the ticking of the clock seems to echo around the room.

Looking away from your device, you take another look around the room. Nothing has changed since you came in. In between the doors and the lines, there was a seating area filled with two uncomfortable-looking couches facing each other and a coffee table between them. There were still 3 tellers sitting at their desks, 10 customers in line counting you. Two in the first line, three in the second, yourself, and two others in the last. About as busy as you would expect at this time of day. But the waiting still sucked.

Finally, you hear the teller ask “is there anything else I can help you with?” And you know that soon it will be your turn at the window. Pulling out your phone again you shoot a quick text.

[ it’s my turn next, hopefully, I’ll be out of here soon ]

1:24pm

Just as the woman in front of you steps away a notification dings on your phone.

[ See you soon ;) ]

1:25pm

You sighed at your boyfriend's message, thinking the winky face was a bit on the nose for your taste. But Hongjoong liked to tease.

Dropping your phone back into your pocket, you look up just as the teller motions you forward. The click of your shoe against the tile seems almost deafening in the quiet room as you step forward, trying to mask the small smile Hongjoong’s message had given you.

“what can I help you with today?” The lady at the counter-question with subdued chirpiness. Clearly, she has had a long day, already ready for it to be over. The thought made you wince.

“Hi, there seems to be a problem with the direct deposit on my account. My last paycheck didn’t go in.” You start, placing both hands on the counter.

The teller nods, with mock understanding, clearly just an impulse for years of customer service. Somewhere outside several car doors slam, but no one inside seems to notice the sound.

“Could I have the number of the account?” The teller asks, placing both hands on the keyboard and frowning at the screen, prepared to type whatever comes out of your mouth. You don’t have time to say it.

All the lights on the monitor suddenly shut off. The woman helping you looks taken aback for a second, looking over to her coworkers only to see them doing the same. The hairs on the back of your neck shoot up as nerves build in your stomach.

The next thing happens so quickly you barely register it. The glass door slides open and a metal canister flies into the room. Acting on instinct your hands fly to your ears, your eyes screwed shut, and you drop to your knees. Even with your ears covered it does little to silence the ear-splitting bang that rips through the room. It sends the rest of the room's inhabitants to the floor seconds after you, either from shock or from the disorienting mix of light and sound that came from the small device.

Flashbang.

Your heart jumps up to your throat. You open your eyes but did not let your hands drop just yet. The ring was still sounding in the room, but the blinding light had gone. Just as the last of the ringing fizzled out the doors slid open again.

A group of masked figures took confident strides into the room. Your eyes searched the street behind them, looking for anyone who might notice what’s going on. There was no one. Your stomach dropped again. The others in the room finally seemed to be regaining their hearing and sight, only to shriek when the men came into view. Swallowing your nerves you do a headcount of the patrons. Three tellers, ten customers including yourself. All adults, no children. That was good, children would cause problems.

After assessing the situation and taking a few deep breaths, you look over to the group of men who were starting to spread out around the room. The more you looked at them the more frightening they appeared. Each of the men were were dressed head to toe in black with a mask covering the bottom half of their faces, but even as you sized them up you avoided looking at their eyes, drawing attention to yourself now would be stupid.

Every one of them carried a gun. But as they fanned out across the room only one had it pointed. The same one that spoke.

“Anyone not on the ground better get that way. We don’t have all day.” The voice that spoke was calm but had a clear edge. The tones meaning ran clear in your ears as much as everyone else’s, calm does not mean forgiving. You kept your head down, trying your best to sink into the shadows trying to avoid drawing attention to yourself, that’s what people always said to do right?

You heard a few thuds as the few people in the room who remained standing dropped to the floor. None of the other patrons or staff said a word. Thank god, fighting would make this much more difficult.

“Great, now I want everyone’s hands on the ground in front of them. Try to call anyone and one of us will put a new hole in your head, so why don’t we make this easy and nobody make a sound.” The voice continued in that same tone. Your eyes shot up to make sure everyone was following orders as you placed your own hands on the cold tile next to your bare knees, they were already getting stiff and you hoped this would be over quickly.

A few of the men began walking through the people on the floor, hands on their guns but not drawn, checking just as you did that everyone was behaving. As one of the taller ones drifted toward your spot you stared at the same tile a few feet ahead of you, matching the other patrons around you.

You heard the heavy thuds of footsteps as they paused in front of you, just for a moment. You felt the gaze burn into the top of your skull as you stared forward, holding your breath.

“You don’t look nearly scared enough.” The new voice spoke, completely nonchalant. The next moment, a heavy leather boot pressed down onto your hand, crushing it against the tile. You winced and let out a small cry as pain shot up your arm. It stung as he dug his foot harder onto your hand. Both hands started to shake as the pain built, the knot that had formed in your chest from the moment the flash-bang fell through the air tightened till your breath became choked and shaky. Suddenly the pressure was gone.

“Much better,” the voice all but giggled before moving on.

You took a heaving breath as soon as the boots left your field of vision. You felt sweat start to form on your brow bone. You looked up again. A few terrified faces of other patrons looked at you with fear, clearly expecting that the man was going to blow your head off.

The man who spoke first stepped forward and motioned to the middle teller who was watching petrified from behind his desk, head barely peeking over the edge.

“You,” he started again, taking long strides across the room, walking within a few feet from you on your right side to the opening that led behind the counter, “Why don’t you show me to the safe?” He asked, voice still disconcertingly cordial. The teller gapped for a moment, and the man tilted his head expectantly. The teller stumbled to his feet, eyes not moving from the shiny gun trained on him. He did little more than gesture vaguely for the man to follow him before they both disappeared behind the doors that lead to the back of the bank, 2 of the other men followed behind him.

The room was stiff with tension. For the patrons at least. All of you seemed to be holding your breath, but the men could not seem calmer. Their postures were relaxed, many of them had their arms crossed over their chest or were leaning against furniture. None of them even had their weapons drawn, but they were still visible. Enough to keep everyone shaking with fear with their heads down. It was bizarre but effective for the time being.

Your head was absolutely swimming. Trying to keep notice of the positions of everyone in the room, taking shooting glances around for a few seconds at a time, checking the faces of your fellow hostages. Everyone knows in situations like this it’s best to just comply, you sure fucking hoped the others knew that as well. You tried to lead by example anyway. And then there were the men. You didn’t dare look any one of them in the eye, knowing what kind of consequences that would bring. But you tried to keep tabs on them. They weren’t moving much in the few minutes since the three men disappeared with the teller, but any slight movement they gave was noteworthy into your mind. You had to keep things under control.

The minutes ticked on in almost complete silence, save for the one man who was humming of all things. How could they possibly be relaxed right now you did not know. The sound was harsh against your ears for how gentle it was, it kept distracting you from your thoughts.

The thought in question was a dangerous one. Your back was beginning to ache from being hunched over and your palms were sweating uncomfortably against the marble. From where you sat against the furthest teller window you were blocked from the direct view of every robber by either furniture or walls. What you wanted to do was risky, any slight movement on their behaves would land you in their line of sight. That was an opportunity for anyone who could take it.

You need to text Hongjoong. He needed to know what was going on. You watched the men carefully for the next few minutes, looking for any sign that they might start looking around, but they all seemed perfectly content in their places. With a shaking hand, you slowly began reaching into your pocket. You managed to pull the device out without anyone noticing, but as you slid it into your lap and under your shirt one of the other patrons saw, and their eyes shot wide open. Shit.

They looked at you with frantic, pleading eyes that screamed call for help. They were looking too obvious. You swallowed and shook your head, trying to get them to look away, but they didn’t.

“Heads down,” a deep voice called. Both you and the other patron snapped your eyes to the floor, but after listening for a few seconds it didn’t sound like anyone was moving toward you. You were still blocked from view. With a shaky breath, you slowly pulled the phone out. Unlocking it silently, you pressed on the messages app.

“Well, what’s this?”

Dread shot through you. The man had reappeared from the back, slinking quietly to your side somehow without you noticing. Your head shot up to look at him as he stood, barely 5 feet away from you staring down at your phone. The entire room's attention was now on you. You felt your blood freeze in your veins as the eyes above the mask narrowed into a glare. You didn’t even move to hide the phone, you didn’t move to do anything. You just sat there, staring dumbly back into his eyes. You heard the distant sounds of fear from the hostages and soft chuckles from the men.

The bag he had slung over his shoulder was tossed to the nearest member of his crew, the two that had followed him into the back of the back reappeared, took one look at the scene, one shaking his head before they both carried on out the door with the three bags.

A hand shot into your hair, grabbing it by the roots and pulling you to your feet. Your scalp burned, the pain was so sharp and sudden your eyes screwed shut and you lost Yoruba balance. Disoriented, you let out a shriek at the pain and if it weren’t for the grip on your head you would have fallen right back down. The phone was ripped from your hand. The man slid his hand from your hair to grasp the back of your neck firmly as he looked over the screen. When your eyes opened he was scrolling through the messages from half a moment before laughing a full and wicked laugh.

“Texting your boyfriend? How cute.” He all but cackled. He observed your face, your eyes hard and pricked with tears, and he giggled again. Shoving your phone into his pocket, he motioned to the others before pulling you towards the door. You stumbled over your legs multiple times, letting out cries and hisses as you went but doing little to resist.

The other hostages, let out distraught sobs but you blocked them out, their sympathy would do nothing for you now.

You were pulled out of the building at the same moment the sound of engines roared to life. In one quick glacé you saw that the street was still deserted.

Your back was slammed against the wall of the bank, just out of view of those inside and the barrel of the man's gun was trained on you. You shut your eyes tight.

You heard a bang. And the wailing cries of the hostages inside.

Then familiar lips crashed onto yours. It wasn’t really a kiss, more of a peck. The man's lips moved against yours for only a few seconds, so little you had no time to react before they were gone.

You opened your eyes. His mask was pulled back up, and he had taken a step back. His gun was already holstered at his side.

You didn’t have to see the bottom half of the man's face to know he was smirking. You pushed yourself off the wall and glared at him. At that moment two cars pulled out of the parking lot, one stopping directly in front of you. With a huff you pushed past the man who you could almost guarantee was still grinning.

Opening the door you slid into the backseat against the far window and crossed your arms over your chest. Seconds later the man got in and closed the door. And you were off.

“Come on your not actually mad are you,” he giggled, pulling down his mask.

“You damn near pulled my hair out Hongjoong! Of course, I’m mad!” You spat. You heard the two in the front seat chuckle.

“Oh don’t think you're off the hook Yunho. What the fuck was that? Since when was breaking my hand apart of the plan?” You hollered, kicking your foot against his seat. This only lead to more giggling. You resiliently stared forward, not looking at to boyfriend. He didn’t seem bothered by this in the slightest. Hongjoong slid across the back seat to wrap an arm over your shoulder that even in your rage you didn’t have the heart to shake off.

“But it’s not like I was lying! You looked way too calm. If any of them had looked at you it would have been obvious something was up.” Yunho defended, gesturing with the hand, not on the steering wheel.

“Come on, darling. You know we have to make it believable. I can’t have my best spy get their cover blown because I’m too gentle with you.” The arm around your shoulder tightened, urging you to look at him. Finally, you turned to him, smiling at you so brightly you’d think you were on a friendly road trip.

“Besides, I thought you liked it when I pulled your hair?” Hongjoong said with a cheeky wink. At that Wooyoung howled with laughter from the front seat. You blushed crimson and promptly reached your foot over to kick his seat as well.

“Oh shut up. You were going overboard and you know it.” You grumbled with much less enthusiasm. Hongjoong smiles softly at your pout before leaning back in his seat, giving you a bit more space. Comfortable silence lasted only a few minutes as you drove on before Hongjoong spoke up again.

“Why did you pull your phone out anyway? That was dumb, even if you are on our side.” He asked, fingers rubbing circles comfortingly against your shoulder. You sighed.

“Because the rest of the boys fucked up.” You replied plainly, but still easing into your boyfriend's touch. Both Yunho and Wooyoung made offended noises from the front seat, but you carried on.

“The way they were positioned was wrong. There were blind spots, several actually. You’re just lucky I was the only person in one. I figured I should let you know in case it became a problem.” You continued.

“Hmm,” Hongjoong muttered. While he heard the sound of your voice, you doubted he was listening, as his hand instead taken to playing with your fingers in your lap.

“Isn’t the whole idea of having someone undercover on the inside, so they can tell us where the blind spots are?” Wooyoung asked from the front seat, still clearly offended at your statement.

“I told Yeosang, it’s not my fault you guys planned to take him in the safe this time instead of keeping him in the lobby like always.”You shot back. But even that was half-hearted. Your body really did ache after being hunched on the hard ground for 10 minutes without moving, and the comforting touch of your boyfriend's hands made you melt into the seat, all the tension and worrying about ways it could go wrong eased off your body in waves.

You all could talk about how it went and what needed to be tweaked next time later, right now you just wanted to rest. Hongjoong pulled you against his chest by your shoulder sensing your quick drop in energy.

Just as you were about to doze off a thought popped into your head.

“Hongjoong?”

You could feel the hum he gave in response against your cheek, telling you to continue.

“Are you sure you should have pretended to shoot me? I mean, best case scenario local police add murder onto our rap list. Worst, they find out you have a man on the inside. Either one is bad.” You murmur into his chest. Your group had never killed before as there had never been any need to, and it wasn’t something that any of you really wanted to do.

“That’s only a problem if they catch us.” He replied. Sounding, as always, perfectly certain of himself.

Living like this had its pros and cons, much like anything else. The main con being having to drive long ways away for jobs, just as a way to keep yourself safe. Which sometimes meant pulling over on the side of the road at any ditch or shitty motel for the night before getting back to your homes.

As your vehicles pulled into a run-down motel about a mile off the main highway, Hongjoong and Seonghwa had gone into the lobby parading as drunk college students on a road trip to rent the rooms for the night. Needless to say, it had been a long day, the other boys meandered to their rooms and probably fell asleep the moment their heads hit the pillows. But not you.

You had been patiently waiting on the hood of the car you arrived in, for the moment Hongjoong got back. And when he did reappear and the others disappeared, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to go lay down as quickly as they did.

As the crunch of their footsteps on gravel faded till they were indoors, you turned your head upwards to the sky. It was late at night and in the middle of nowhere like this, you could see millions more stars than in your home. Hongjoong kept his place, leaning on the car hood next to where you sat, looking up as well but not at the infinite sky like you. No, he was watching your face.

You don’t know exactly how long you sat there, looking up at the sky but you know your neck had begun to ache when Hongjoong finally pulled himself onto the hood of the car next to you. You naturally came to rest your head on his shoulder, still looking up at the stars, but now in your peripheral vision, you could still see Hongjoong studying your expression carefully.

“Something on your mind?” You ask in a quiet voice, still looking up. Hongjoong stirred, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. You tear your gaze from the stars to look at him. The moon cast a pearly light on his face that in your eyes made him glow.

“Sometimes I think I ruined you,” though his words were serious the giggle he gave at the end showed he had no real remorse. You still scoffed.

“I was a criminal long before I meet you Kim Hongjoong, don’t go thinking you

drastically changed the course of my life.” You reply in a dry tone, even if he was joking, it was still a point you wanted to drive home. He had no reason to be guilty with how you turned out, you were probably safer with him and the others than where you were before. He laughed at you again.

Hongjoong laughed at everything. And his laugh was one of the best things about him. Looking at him now, it gets harder and harder to imagine what your life would have been like without him.

“Babe, you were a petty thief, I turned you into a serial bank robber. I consider that pretty drastic.” He shot back, reaching up to pretend to fix your hair.

“If it wasn’t you, it would have been somebody else, and between us? I’m glad it was you.” Your words came out slightly more sentimental than you had anticipated and when Hongjoong fell silent next to you, you promptly blushed and turned back to the stars.

You and Hongjoong very rarely spoke about stuff like this. Even if neither of you would ever admit it, the truth of living life like this is that all it takes is one day, one mistake, for the family you created and the life you live to come crashing down around you. The span of a few minutes could be the difference between running off into the sunset and quite literally never seeing each other again. And after the slight hiccup, you had today that only you had noticed at first, that thought was at the forefront of your mind.

So basically you liked to live in the moment.

It was quiet for a few minutes, him watching you and you watching the sky. There was a very slight breeze in the air, but the summer air was made it more of a gentle cool wind than an uncomfortable chill.

“It’s getting late, you should go to sleep,” Hongjoong muttered. Quieter than his usual quip.

“I slept in the car.” You replied easily. Which was true, and while that nap had been anything but restful with the constant bumps in the road, he didn’t need to know that.

“Oh well, here I was trying to get you in bed but I guess you don’t want to.” He sighed, regaining some of the playfulness from earlier while running a teasing hand up your spine. It gave you shivers, but you had no desire to give in to him so easily.

“Who says we need a bed?” You ask matter of factly. Turning to give him the same wink he had laid on you earlier in the day. Jobs like the one you did today always put you on edge, no matter how many times you did it. Unlike the rest of them, it took you hours to fully relax and admit safety enough to let your guard down. You would never call Hongjoong carefree, but he did have a habit of trying to jump you the moment you were a safe distance away. Hongjoong leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Are you asking me to take you on the hood of this car? Because trust me, darling, I would.” Shivers his your spine once again, but you weren’t quite down bantering yet. You turned your head away from him to look at the beat-up old motel and the deserted parking lot you sat in. Motioning to it all you replied.

“Is this the most romantic place you could find?” You ask, each word oozing with how unimpressed you were by the scenery. At that Hongjoong placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look at the millions of shining stars once again. You could feel his next words before they came.

“I don’t know, I think I did a pretty good job.”

It’s true, looking straight up and nowhere else gave the impression that you were sitting on the top of a mountain, the entire world below you and nothing but heaven above. Cheesy, but effective.

Hongjoong accurately assumed your silence meant he had won. Pushing you by your shoulder till your back hit the cool metal, your eyes stayed trained on the sky above. Your legs hung over the front of the car, pushed up only slightly till you lay with most of your body on the hood. Hongjoong’s moonlight face still hung in your peripheral, hanging over you slightly.

You stared straight into the sky as Hongjoong slung his body over yours, trapping your hips to the metal with his own.

“Please tell me you're not going to be super dramatic about this?” You as with your last dreg of defiance. He smirked at you.

“Babe, this is going to be the most dramatic moment of your life.”

And with that, Hongjoong leaned down over you, connecting your lips with a heated kiss. Your arms automatically slung around his neck, pulling him closer. Your breath hitched almost immediately, feeling all strength leave your body as you melted into the kiss. Hongjoong took time to switch between a long slow-paced drag of his lips across yours, to nipping and sucking gently at your bottom lip as he pleased. The air no longer seemed like a necessity, when staying like this forever got more and more appealing.

Running his lips down to your jaw you almost rolled your eyes when you felt Hongjoong suck a rather impressively sized hickey right onto the underside of your jaw. It would perfectly match the fading ones that dotted your collar bones and the base of your neck, though the placement of this one would be much more visible.

Hongjoong’s hand took hold of your waist, slipping his fingers under the hem of your shirt and pushing it to bunch up over your chest, exposing you to the cool night air. He hadn’t removed it completely, but nonetheless he leaned back to admire. The ghost of a smirk wormed its way onto his lips as he ran his soft fingertips along the marks he gave you.

Staring at the ones lower on your stomach, trailing up your body with feather light touches. Your eyes screwed shut when he brushed over the ones on your breast. The bra you had been wearing today was nothing special, if not a little plain, but you could barely stand the heat of his gaze as it traveled up your body along with his hand.

Eventually, he reached the newest addition to the collection of purple splotches on your body. Cupping your cheek with his hand he urged your eyes open.

“I go through all this work to get you out under the stars and here you are with your eyes closed. That’s rude of you.” He stated with an exaggerated frown.

“It’s rude to tease,” you tried to sound as playful as him, but it came out as more of a whine. He giggled at you and carried on.

“I’m not teasing, I’m admiring. Now let me continue or you’ll get nothing.” He replies sternly. The mood suddenly shifting as the sparkle in his eye shifted to a darker hungrier look. You gulped slightly before letting your head fall back against the metal to stare up at the sky again. You felt Hongjoong’s mouth on your body again. His warm lips giving new life to some of the more faded marks on your chest. The cool air suddenly felt incredibly hot as your boyfriend's hands ran up and down your sides, occasionally stopping to squeeze whatever flesh he could grasp. Each time pulled another sound past your lips, although you did your best to muffle them.

“You look so pretty like this baby,” he remarked, barely pulling away, “I want to hear how pretty you sound too.”

It wasn’t spoken like a command, but you took it as one. Letting your mouth hang open in a moan when Hongjoong took one of your breasts in his palm, kneeling it slightly before pulling your bra down just enough to free it. He wasted no time in dragging his tongue over your nipple, then sweeping back down to suck a mark directly on the underside of your boob.

Your legs clenched together as he worked, the small amount of friction it gave in your shorts only served to drive you to more extremes when you rolled your hips against his. You groaned startlingly loud at that, the sensation of his hard dick pressing against your core even through the denim of both your pants pulled wetness from your core quicker than you would ever care to admit.

Hongjoong pulled away with a laugh, sitting up straight to look down at your already keening expression.

“Calm down baby, we have all night. No need to rush.” He chuckled at you. Despite his words, he took almost immediate action, running his hands up your bare thighs till his fingers hook on the waistband of your shorts. He pulled them down, but only just enough. Slipping his hand between your legs to cup your heat, while palming himself over his jeans. You whined again and clamped your legs around his hand, holding it in place. Despite your body’s subconscious efforts, he slid his finger over your cunt through your damp underwear.

Under any other circumstances, it would have been incredibly embarrassing how wet he made you from just touches to your body, but at the moment all you could think about was how desperately you wanted him to continue.

“Your soaking wet already, it feels like cheating with how quickly your body reacts to me.” He mutters, pressing two fingers against your hole, with nothing but a thin scrap of fabric keeping them from pushing inside you.

“Hongjoong, please fuck me. I’m begging you.” You groan, rolling your hips against his hand repeatedly. He broke out in a wide smile.

“I like the sound of you begging. Do it again for me.” He commands, voice laced with honey. You took a shuddering breath, turning your eyes to meet his with a pleading look.

“Please, I need you to fuck me.” You beg with all the desperation you have.

“Oh course baby, all you had to do was ask.” He lilts, tilting his head to the side with a sickly sweet smile.

Hongjoong pulled his hand from your core, which left an unhappy feeling in your stomach. But he used said hand to assist in pulling his dick free of his pants which spurred your legs even further apart. Your hands had been hanging uselessly at your side since this all began but as he leaned over your body once again, staring straight down into your wanton face, your hands flung themselves behind his shoulder to hang off of him.

Hongjoong pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, running it through your folds twice, watching as your face shifted from bliss to desperation each time he almost slipped in. And of course, he laughed. But that was the last bit of torture he gave you before sinking into your cunt.

Your synchronized groans sounded throughout the empty parking lot when he finally filled you to the hilt. And with his own patients starting to run as thin as yours he wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting again.

Your back arched more each time he pushed into you, feeling him stretching your walls and brush against the most sensitive spots inside you made your toes curl. And as he began to build pace his deep pants and groans rang in your ears.

He was doing anything but going fast. Long hard and deep thrusts shook your body in a steady rhythm. Your nails dig into his shoulders through his shirt and your mouth hung open as he fucked into you.

“Come on baby, you're not that far gone already are you?” His voice carried a teasing tone, but his own breath had gone shaky. You both stared into each other’s faces, watching each other’s expressions shift with bliss at every thrust. You were moaning and whining freely now. Words have failed you.

You felt the muscles on Hongjoong’s shoulder strain beneath your fingers, and with your orgasm fast approaching your nails practically clawed down his back. Hongjoong hissed above you, but the action did nothing but spur him on.

“Your gonna cum baby? Gonna cum already on my cock? How desperate you must be, to let a criminal have his way with you like this.” He growled the words down at you. His words shot to your core, making you clench around him, with a whine you forced words past your lips.

“I don’t care, just want you.” The words were barely a whisper. But the effect was the same. With a ringing cry, you came undone underneath him. You shook and threw your head back, staring directly into the stars above you. Your body moved of its own accord, but that was all beyond you. The only thing you could think about was the look on Hongjoong’s stunning face as he came hovering above you.

You both basked in the feeling of waves of pleasure rolling over your bodies. Continuing to grind against each other subconsciously as you rode it out.

The cool air returned with a nip. Hongjoong had all but collapsed above you. As you came back to reality the cold metal of the car suddenly felt so comfortable you could fall asleep right there. You felt your eyes being to drift shut.

“Oh no baby, I’m taking you to bed for real this time.” Hongjoong chuckled, pulling himself up to look down at you again. He gave a small smile at your pout.

“Your pretty cute for a dangerous criminal.”

You gathered up the last of your strength to hit him on the shoulder.

and this my friends is why I dont make a habit of writing longer things, they just get away from me.

I meant for this to be a short hot sexy lil thing and it turned into this long ass sappy thing

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dantelionwishes · 3 years

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life is full of ups and downs downs downs downs dow

loredump under the cut. not kidding when I say its gonna be long!

oh shit you actually clicked keep reading thank you for your interest 😭😭😭

YOU KNOW THE DRILL tw // suggestive dont read ahead if youre uncomfortable with the topic of aphrodisiacs!

MIDDLE SCHOOL

before anything, I gotta explain he was born to parents who had an infatuation quirk (makes them hardcore fall in love with you) and an infection quirk (transmits a virus via saliva)

developed his quirk late, since they usually get it by the time kids are four

most people knew him as quirkless before the first incident

in middle school, his class was preparing for a school play, he and his classmate got cast as the main lead prince and princess

coincidentally, they both had a crush on each other and had a scene where they kissed

technically they weren’t supposed to, since its just a play, but one time they were practicing in private and wanted to try kissing “for real”

so they shared a super giggly cute middle school first kiss but well UNFORTUNATELY FOR HIM HIS QUIRK HAD WELL DEVELOPED–

BADABING BADABOOM YOU HAVE AN IMAGINATION USE IT

the only way for the quirk’s effects to go away is to come at least once or pleasuring yourself until it goes away

I DO NOT WANT TO IMAGINE IT BUT. IMAGINE BEING A TEACHER AND FINDING A MIDDLE SCHOOLER WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER AND AN ADULT IS FORCED TO TELL HER HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY LLLLIKE–

rip now that I’m thinking abt it, I don’t even think anybody would even kNOW HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY so lets imagine she painfully stays that way until they figure out how to make it stop :^(

there’s a big fight that happens between the teachers, principal, and parents of both parties

of course the crush’s parents got mad and called their kid a fuckin uhhhhh sexual predator or some shit despite also beING THE SAME AGE AND NOT EVEN KNOWING ABT HIS OWN QUIRK LIKE HELLLO

obviously an incident like this is going to spread like wildfire but the principal does not want something like this to leak, especially since it was not on purpose and was a total accident

the other kid’s parents and some teachers did not feel comfortable however, and sato was forced to drop out

but not wanting to spread the gossip about their son’s quirk and the incident, they leave the town and move someplace else

thankfully, the principal gives the sato family his good grades and a recommendation to a decent highschool for the trouble

they’re originally from osaka, but moved to tokyo

this is where they start taking precautions with sato, basically teaching him to be careful with his saliva

it was easily taught and learned esp since the mom was already like that around him and others everyday anyway!! she has to take care of her saliva-based infection quirk, after all

HIGH SCHOOL

he got enrolled into a regular highschool in tokyo

no hero course, no support course, no business, just a regular ol’ school

if before, he loved surrounding himself with people, this was where he was forced to develop a lonely disposition to protect himself and others

at least his parents were very protective and supportive of him and they were generally a happy family!

but in school, pretending to be quirkless was just as difficult, getting bullied or pitied for having no special abilities

his excuse for wearing a mask all the time was because his mother had a virus-related quirk, and had to be careful

one day his dad was suddenly got really, really sick

the more he had an excuse to wear a mask because he didnt want to get whatever disease his father started to develop

sato started thinking it could be his mother (but why?) the results didn’t say anything about an unknown virus killing him (which is his mom’s quirk), and that his father really did contract a strong yet very normal disease

while on his second year in highschool, his father, yozo sato, died

apparently, without him knowing anything about his parents, his mother, oba sato, was actually under the dad’s infatuation quirk this whole time

she realised she wasn’t really in love with him when oba had accidentally allowed a drop of her saliva to fall into the meal she was making him, making him sick, and therefore making him weak enough to deactivate his quirk on her

oba, back in her college years, wanted to marry someone else but yozo, who had a crush on her wanted her to himself, used his quirk to make him fall in love with her

so in revenge for making her put up with him all these years to the point of marriage and having a kid, she continued to do this to his food

her quirk doesn’t make anybody sick enough to die, but it made her husband’s immune system weak enough to the point that it contracted a real, serious disease which he ended up dying from instead

sato only finds out the real story when he graduates from highschool, days right after his graduation the mom confesses it all

she does say she truly loves him, but can’t stay around him knowing he was technically “unconsensual love”

sato gets reminded of what his quirk does, and true enough, that’s what him and his quirk turned out to be (a sick combination of his mom and his dad)

they cant bear to be around each other after that revelation and decide to just not see each other again

COLLEGE YEARS

he enrolls into an education course, inspired by the kind principal who helped him finish his middleschool-highschool education when it all started going downhill

sato struggles paying for his college fees esp since he doesn’t exactly have his parents supporting him anymore, nor any contact with immediate family

he has a lot of part time jobs that go all around the clock, he continues pretending to be quirkless so he gets bullied, and has to deal with all that emotional baggage plus being alone so…….clearly my man is TIRED as hell

his side job hustles include: convenience store cashier, bookstore attendant, bar bouncer, and rookie gym trainer (he went to the local gym long enough for him to get recommended a job as a trainer)

college was that point where he starts developing a hardcore yearning for a companion because oh my god hes so lonELY (but cant)

ANYWAY SO

there’s this bully guy who always picks on him in college (for being “quirkless” and a loner and overall a fuckin weirdo with a mask)

tbh sato doesnt really give a shit he’s so used to it but he doesnt have his mother as an excuse to wear the mask anymore, this is where he starts forming the “I have bad breath” excuse

“口臭い” (kuchi kusai) translates to “bad breath” or “stinky mouth” so sato unlovingly gets nicknamed “kusato”

one day he’s walking around the campus at night and finds the bully with his gang cornering another quirkless student, with plans of assaulting her

sato was never the hero type, and was about to ignore the commotion as to not get involved, but something in him moved on its own and he found himself face to face with the gang

he confronts them, but the bully mocks both him and the girl for not having powers to stop them anyway

SIKE BITCH sato’s able to easily strike the other two guys, knock them off their feet enough to be able to tug the to-be victim aside, telling her to report them, before asking her to run away as fast as she can

none of the guys want that (they’re all students) so they have a full on brawl (and this isnt hero academy, its a totally normal university so I wouldn’t assume these guys had very impressive quirks)

except the main bully actually has a pretty decent quirk (he’s like a kinda half human half dragon with sharp claws, scales, and dragon eyes) and gets to injure sato with his sharp claws, seriously injuring his face

a part of his ear is also sort of sliced off, which is how his mask gets accidentally removed in the process

the dragon bully grabs him by the collar and starts angrily shouting at him for ruining his night, being able to do all this shit without a quirk and all and all other derogatory speech

“Well? what do you have to say for yourself?!“

Sato stays silent before spitting right into the bully’s mouth

The bully drops him immediately, about to angrily fuck him up for doing something super fucking gross but WHOOP WHOOP YOU KNOW WHATS BOUTTA HAPPEN the quirk works immediately and the bully is a TOTAL MESS on the ground

Im going to TLDR this part cos its…obviously nsfw but like: sato fully embarrasses him in public (beside the bully’s two colleges nonetheless)

sato stays in the hospital for some time to heal from his wounds

fortunately, afterwards, the bullies all get expelled

unfortunately for sato, he also gets expelled for engaging in bad behaviour, and the bully did say what happened to him (and the college principal did not want his…dangerous quirk on campus) so as to lower any incident, all four were expelled

at least without having to pay for college fees anymore, he could fully focus on paying for food, shelter, and clothes

minus of course the hospital bills needed to pay plus he got a sick ass scar from it anyway HAHAHAHA BSDJHJRHDHF

ADULT LIFE

he had a lot of jobs here and there, but was more or less doing best as a trainer at a local gym where people weren’t allowed to use their quirks and strengthen their body regularly

a few years went by and he eventually shrugged off everything that happened in his final college years but one day someone familiar walked into the gym! It was the fellow college student he saved!!!

she became a policewoman who wanted to get stronger in this quirkless friendly gym and hadn’t given up on her dreams of being a “hero,” inspired by how sato saved her that day

sato never really saw himself as some hero, he was left many nights alone thinking about how easily he could become a villain with his quirk, so hearing that really made him happy

he trains her as her gym coach and she eventually asks him to join her patrol this small part of the city from a gang that was currently going around doing crimes since he’s good at it anyway, saying she could use some extra hands hehe

so yeah!! he does this side gig with her where he patrols alongside her looking for gang crimes and such c:

AND ONE DAY. [WISTFUL SIGH] ONE DAY. HE FINDS SOMEBODY GETTING MUGGED BY A GANG MEMBER AND SAVES………A CERTAIN MAN–

thank you for reading all the way here!!!

feel free to ask for questions or for any clarifications 😭😭😭!!!!!!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha oc comeback #mha #bnha oc #mha oc #lionhe(art)#I know I havent exactly written stuff from meeting toshinori onwards #but thats for another day!!#I only ever wrote Sato's backstory pre meeting all might #yet all I drew as a teen was them as a couple lMAOOO #idk if anyone would wanna read that but honestly iM SURE THE STUDENTS WANT THAT SPICY RELATIONSHIP INFO JHSDJGHAJHJK #my 17-year old self would have been happy in my place ;;3;; !!!!!#i finally got to share his lore!! that was a lot so if you seriously read it all thank you so much aaaaaaaaaaaa #Osamu sato-sensei

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Sweet Tooth

Corpse Husband x Asian Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Tooth-rotting (😉) Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse isn’t one to have a big preference or craving for sweet, sugary treats. In fact, he’d even go as far as to say he’s not at all a fan of candy. Well, much to his yet to be known delight, his partner Y/N takes that as a personal challenge.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your lovely request! So sorry it’s taken me so long to write and post it but here it finally is and I hope you come across it and read it despite the long time that’s passed. If you do, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey guys! Welcome back to my channel!“ Y/N gives the camera a wave and blows it a quick kiss with their lips stretched in a delighted grin. They clap their hands together, turning to look at their guest who’s sitting in a chair on their right, his face covered with a sticker in the final cut of the video that their viewers have the opportunity of watching. “Ok, before we address the elephant in the room, I’m gonna ask the elephant himself not to move his head too much cause this is already gonna take a long time to edit, the last thing I need is to animate that sticker over your face to follow your movement.“

“Got it, babe.“ A deep voice replies obediently, earning an approving hum in response. However, just as Y/N’s about to turn to face the camera again, the mysterious - ok, not THAT mysterious - guest leans down and plants a kiss on their cheek.

“Brat!“ They squeal as they turn to glare at the person with narrowed eyes. He doesn’t appear bothered at all, chuckling as he wraps his arms around them in an attempt to soften them up. Sadly, his tries fall through as they proceed to ignore his affection instead of reciprocating it for the sake of being petty, “Everyone, this is my boyfriend Corpse.“

“Hello, I am hand.“ Corpse says, slowly waving his hand at the camera, “I shall be your entertainment tonight.“

“Oh this is no entertainment, I have a point to prove here.“ Y/N argues, breaking free from his arms before they bend down to pick up one of the two boxes that are resting by their feet. “You see, Corpse and I got in a bit of a scrap last night...“ they trail off, distracted by the contents of the box that’s now resting on their lap.

“I didn’t think me admitting to not liking sweet stuff would provoke such a dramatic reaction from Y/N but here we are.“ He interferes, lifting a finger in the air as though that will help him be heard better or would protect him in case his partner decided to go off at him.

Y/N just ignores his input yet again, continuing to address the camera, aka their audience, “So as you guys may or may not know, my mom’s Korean and my dad’s Japanese. Since they live in their respective countries for work purposes, that means I’m always one phone call - and a little bit of a wait - away from Korean and Japanese snacks at all times. I’m a person who constantly has a snack by their side so you can bet I make that phone call often. However, about a week ago, I made that call specifically for candy, the brands I was obsessed with as a kid. I don’t know what came over me but I think it was my fortuneteller sense kicking in because this mister over here decided to CASUALLY bring up the fact that he doesn’t like candy.” They turn to glare at him before continuing, “Anyways, so luckily, the package arrived only recently so I haven’t had the time to tear open all the candy and eat it all by myself as I was planning to. That being said, today I’ll be in introducing Corpse to the world of Japanese and Korean candy - a tighter circle of it, to be specific: the candy I grew up with.” They finally turn to Corpse again, the look on their face significantly different and a lot more pleasant compared to the one they gave him a bit ago. “So, how are you feeling, babe? Are you excited?”

Although the man’s face is blocked to the viewers, Y/N can still see him and they are pretty damn close to bursting out in a fit of laughter. “I don’t know how to feel, actually. I know you have peculiar taste so it’s either gonna be a fun experience or I’m gonna very displeased with what you’ll have me try.“

Y/N rolls their eyes, “Trust me, you won’t be.” They put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, only half humoring his nervousness, “You’ll only be trying six on camera, but my parents sent a ton more which you’ll be able to try later, ok? It was really hard for me to pick only six favorites by I don’t need this video crossing the twenty minute mark.”

With a heavy-hearted sigh, Corpse finally brings himself to rip the band-aid off and get this adventure started. “Ok cool, but don’t surprise me with anything, please. Show me what you had in mind to have me try so I can, you know, prepare myself.”

Y/N, who was busy taking out packets of candy just a moment ago suddenly stops in their movements to give him a look of disbelief, “You know none of these are poisonous, right? Like, I’m not trying to kill you or anything. There’s no cyanide, no rat poison...”

His laughter cuts them off, wrapping his arm around them and pulling them closer again, “I’m messing with you, babe. What you got for me?” He says, placing a quick kiss to their temple while sneaking a peek at the packaging of the candies they’re holding right now.

Wiggling a little looser in his grip, they first show him the three items before turning them to the camera, “These are from my mom, she sent them from Korea and they are triggering a massive wave of nostalgia right now, not gonna lie.” They giggle, adjusting the brightness a little so the products can be seen properly, “Ok so first we have the long biscuit sticks that come in many flavors but I asked for my favorite - green tea flavored, that is. Then we have Pumpkin Monaca which are probably one of my most favorite sweet treats of all time. I think you’re gonna really like them. And lastly from Korea we have these butter waffles which I used to eat for breakfast when I was running late for school - which happened often.”

Corpse snorts, “That doesn’t surprise me.”

His remark is overlooked as Y/N continues, now taking out three packets from the other package, “Now we’re moving on to my dad’s box. He didn’t disappoint either: we have soda-flavored jelly beans; Black Thunder chocolate bars which you’re only gonna steal one of because the rest are MINE; and last but definitely not least we have some classic milk candies.” Setting those down as well, they turn to Corpse yet again, this time giving his a mischievous smile that’s promising him trouble, “So, Mr. Corpse Husband, after this introduction, are you prepared to have your entire opinion o sweet food changed? And more importantly, are you prepared to develop an addiction to these treats?”

Corpse nods confidently, “Oh, I’m very prepared, thank you. Let’s just get on with it.”

Needless to say: boy, was he not as prepared as he thought he was.

It goes without saying Y/N proved their point and took the win today.

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traekenimagines · 3 years

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For Her: A Theo Raeken Imagine

Request from Anon: Hii I wanted to request one ,where reader sees Liam as a little brother since he got bitten,always looking out for him ,very protective of him and his friends ,to the point of scolding anyone that messes with him even Theo (which is why if they have something to say to Liam they dont do it in front of reader), but Liam's been acting a little rebellious lately treating reader bad and in a mission he yells at reader,and calls something insulting ,so she feels bad and when she is alone with Theo she starts crying about it , and Theo gets pissed ,and confronts Liam saying if he does that ever again he was going to kick his ass and how Liam was such a fool for treating her that way when reader cares so much about him that sometimes even made Theo jealous and that Liam should apologize which he does and the reader forgives him I love your blog I hope you can make this for me🙏🙏

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

Theo was pretty sure that he was going to kill Liam Dunbar.

He had never really been on a particularly good terms with the beta, but had put up with him for Y/N’s sake. Liam had been like a little brother to Theo’s girlfriend, and Theo had always noticed how close they were. He made sure never to mess with the werewolf around her, knowing from experience how badly she could scold anyone who did.

But recently, Liam’s and Y/N’s relationship had been a little strained. Theo hadn’t said anything about it, but it was difficult not to notice the tension between the two, the way that Y/N hadn’t been smiling like she usually did.

Then the other night, Y/N had finally broken.

Theo had held her as she cried into his shoulder, stroking her hair and whispering words of endearment in an attempt to reassure her. He would have done anything to make her feel better, done anything for her full stop, and he hated seeing the way she was so upset. “What happened?”

She drew back from him, sniffing. “Liam.”

Just the name had Theo’s blood boiling, and he was surprised that steam wasn’t emanating from him as Y/N explained to him what had happened. Liam had been out on a mission with her and in an effort to protect him, Y/N had been the result of Liam’s anger. He had snapped at her for being so overbearing, and called her words that Theo couldn’t even think about without wanting to kill something.

He comforted Y/N, waiting for her to fall asleep until he began rehearsing just what he was going to say to Scott’s beta. He hated seeing her so upset, hated that it was one of the people she loved most that had caused her sadness.

He would talk to Liam the following day, and he would make sure that the beta would understand just how much of an idiot he had been.

Sure enough, when Theo was alone with Liam after a mission the next day, he cashed in on his promise to himself. “We need to talk.” Theo’s tone was stern, and for a moment, he could have sworn he saw fear in Liam’s eyes.

“About?”

“About the way you treated Y/N.”

“That’s none of your business.” Liam turned his back on Theo and the chimera resisted the urge to rip his throat out. Instead, he grabbed Liam by the shoulder, turning him around. He grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him against the wall. “What the Hell, Theo?”

“It is my business. She’s my girlfriend and last night, she cried herself to sleep. So yeah, we’re going to talk about how you’ve been treating her.” Theo knew there was a murderous rage in his eyes, but he didn’t care, not as he continued. “She does everything for you. She actually cares about you, which I’m pretty sure not a lot of people have done. Sometimes, I’ve even been jealous of the way she worries about you. And you treat her like she’s nothing because she saved your life? Because you’re a stubborn asshole who can’t let go of his ego for a second? What the Hell is wrong with you?”

There was silence for a moment as Theo let go of Liam’s shirt.

“Is she really that upset?” Liam’s voice was timid, clearly concerned about the consequences of his actions.

“Yeah, she is.”

Liam seemed to contemplate Theo’s words before answering. “I should probably apologise, shouldn’t I?”

“You should.” Both men turned at Y/N’s voice. There was a mixture of exhaustion and relief on her face, and Theo felt his heart soften as he looked at her. He watched as Liam walked over to her, listening as the beta apologised for his earlier behaviour.

Theo smiled as Y/N hugged Liam, and as the beta walked back past him, Theo held out his fist. As Liam made to bump it, Theo grabbed his arm and whispered in his ear. “You ever hurt her again, I’ll come for you, you understand me?”

Liam nodded, and Theo slapped him on the back. “Good.”

He couldn’t help but notice how quickly Liam seemed to leave the two of them.

Theo was conscious of Y/N wrapped her arms around him from behind, breathing her in when she rested her head on his shoulder. “You didn’t have to do that for me.”

Theo turned in her grip, cupping her cheeks. “Yeah, but I love you. And as a result, I’d kind of do anything for you.”

Y/N’s smile returned to her face, and Theo didn’t realise just how much he had missed it. It was true what he said – he would have done anything for her as long as he loved her.

And he would love her until the end of his days.

Masterlist

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf imagine #theo raeken #theo raeken imagines #theo raeken imagine #theo raeken x reader #cody christian

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under-the-cherrytree · 3 years

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Hello! May i request headcanons with Akane Aoi slowly falling for his clingy (and obvious about her feelings, sometimes saying it straight up like Akane does with Aoi) and popular childhood reader? Before falling for her recently he always found her quite annoying

Akane with a clingy, popular, blunt reader headcanons❣︎

Warnings: None!

A/n: Omg I was waiting for someone to request Akane yeeeee!!

I added a very short oneshot at the end because I had this idea!

I'm sorry for Akane giving you such a cold shoulder at the beginning...

Okok!! I hope you enjoy! Have a good day!

I feel like the main reason he would not like you is because you are getting in the way of him being with Aoi…

But he isn't the guy to just leave his childhood friend likes that so he just grins and bears it sometimes

Like people would think you two are dating from the looks of it-

You are always hanging around him and hugging him like you two are dating

“Hey Lemon! Can we go to the confession tree so I can practice a confession for Aoi!”

“Confess to Aoi? I thought you were dating y/n.”

Lemon showed him a picture of you with him

Akane was annoyed

You often go into class and latch yourself on his arm

So cute-

Everyone thinks its cute

Akane is trying to get you off...

If someone says that you two are dating he would go out of his way to explain you two were not

Since you were popular this rumor spread like wildfire

Wasn’t good for Akane-

Once he starts to fall for you, he would blush to you more

After a while you become more blunt about your feeling he is even more annoyed/flustered

For example: if he forgot his lunch and you gave him yours

“Why are you giving me your lunch y/n?” He asked grabbing the nicely wrapped box you prepared for yourself this morning

“Because I love you!” You smiled

He would blush when you say stuff like that

He would ignore the feelings tho and focus on Aoi

But of course, the more you deny her the more clingy she's going to be!

But once he starts having feelings for you he becomes a bit of a Tsundere!

Like he is very stubborn about liking you and will always tell himself he like Aoi

Aoi and you: “No, that's wrong-”

He seems like the type of person to think ‘I wonder what’s it's like to kiss y/n? WAIT YOU LIKE AOI NO-’

I personally don't think he would pick up on his feelings by himself

It was most likely Aoi who told him about his own feelings

“AOI-CHAN! I LOVE YOU, PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME!!” Akane grabbed her hand and went down on one knee.

“Hm, what about y/n?”

“I-I don’t love her! I love you, I always loved you!”

“Really? You always blush when she's touching you or confessing her feelings. Are you sure you dont like Y/n-san?”

After a talk with Aoi, Akane starts to realize his true crush

It took a while and a lot of stubbornness from him-

But he found his true feelings finally

He learned it was more of the thought of dating Aoi than his actual feelings

He just needed someone to tell him that

(Y/n could have told you that so many times man -_-)

“Maybe I do like y/n…”

“That's great!” Aoi cheered “I didn’t like you anyways and I always thought your confessions were kind of lame!”

“HARSH-”

She would help him confess to you when he’s ready

Like he honestly expected you to reject him and he would have to do a whole process with you that he did to Aoi-

He was so shocked and happy when you said yes!

He would hug you, so happy

I feel like in a few day, maybe even the day he confessed, he would say sorry

He would explain what he felt

How he thought you were annoying

How you kept getting in the way

How he just kept telling himself he like Aoi hoping he would believe it

He would want you to know

He would feel guilty

Hug and kiss him please.

He becomes a possessive simp over you now

Like its a totally different side than what he showed you before

“Hey Akane-kun!”

“Yes y/n? Do you need anything? You okay? Do you feel sick? Do you want a hug?”

He loves your clinginess

In a way he's just a clingy

He loves holding your hand walking down the hallway

(OMG THIS IS SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I CAN'T-)

Since you are popular, he will definitely become more popular

Not that he wasn’t popular before

“Omg that’s y/n bf? Akane right? He’s really cute!”

“Sorry ladies, I’m taken.” He would nervously smile and continue walking with you

If someone said they like you tho-

“I’m sorry sir, but y/n is taken by me. Her boyfriend.” Akane would glare

He would then tell you to go on ahead to class and that he would be right behind you

Once he knows you are gone he can really rage on this guy (We all know Akane has a yandere mode-)

“LISTEN YOU LITTLE-!! IT TOOK ME A LONG FOR ME TO REALIZE I EVEN LOVE Y/N!! IT TOOK A LONGER TIME FOR ME TO ASK HER TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND!! SO IF YOU DARE TRY ANY FUNNY BUSINESS IN OUR RELATIONSHIP I WILL RIP YOU TO SHREDS GOT IT?!?!?!”

Give him a cookie for good effort

I just had this small oneshot idea-

Manga spoilers for like the clock keeper arc!

“Akane-kun!” You called out and hugged his left arm smiling brightly.

“Huh… morning y/n…” He slightly blushed and averted his eyes from your figure. After a while of silence, he looked back down at you. You tilted your head cutely and looked up at him, thinking about something. Before he could react you stole his glasses off his face.

“EH! Y/N! What are you doing?!?!” He put his hand up to his face, acting like he couldn’t see. He looked down at you and blushed way more than he was earlier. You had his glasses on and looked up at him with a smile.

“What do you think Akane-kun? Do your glasses look good on me? Oh wait, can you even see me without your glasses… woah, you have like no prescription whaaaaaa?” You trailed off as he watched you. He heard laughing and looked to the source. He looked up and saw Hanako in the air laughing his ass off-

“HAHA!! Awwww come on~ doesn’t she look cute with your no prescription glasses~?” Hanako continued to laugh at the flustered boy.

“Akane-kun?” You snapped his attention back to you. He wiggled you off him and took his glasses off your face.

“Yeah whatever… they will probably look better on Aoi-chan anyways…” He mumbled and walked to his desk. Even though he couldn’t see Hanako now, he could definitely hear him.

“AWWWWW COME ON KID!! YOU KNOW SHE LIKES YOU AND YOU OBVIOUSLY LIKE HER BACK!!!!” Hanako whined, causing the boy to tense up.

He really wanted to punch him right now...

#akane aoi #akane aoi x reader #tbhk x reader #tbhk #toilet bound x reader #hanako x reader #toilet bound hanako kun

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