#like that's only his name ooc but still why did i pick that one

[revunant]

that guy should be allowed to beat people with a big stick as much as his heart desires

[xifere]

xifere presents… kenji sato x gn!reader

content warnings… 18+, not proofread, sub!kenji sato, edging, solo masturbation, pet names, praise kink, might be a lil ooc, kenji can’t be discreet over the phone

How embarrassing, really, Kenji thought. He stared at himself in the mirror across from him as he sat on the edge of his neatly made bed, hands positioned behind him. He hadn’t seen you in what felt like months, and now the evidence was staring right back at him, though covered by the thick layer of his black sweats. It ached. He wanted nothing more than to relieve himself, but he knew himself. He can’t cum without your help.

And yet, he was desperate. Already, he was breathing heavily as he took a shaky hand and palmed his clothes dick. He let out a deep sigh before pulling down the waistband of his sweats juuuust enough for his cock to bobble up. The air was cold against his sensitive tip, and a hiss left his lips. Kenji wasted no time wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, just the way you do, trying to stimulate the same movements you used. He glanced up and caught a glimpse of himself biting his lip with a slightly flushed face in an attempt to hush himself from sounding so pathetic.

He imagined you behind him, guiding him to his orgasm, and the image itself makes him forget any rational thoughts.

“Fu-hhhh…”

That one time you really did sit behind him, whispering sweet nothings in his ears, reminding him how much of a slut he was for you while praising him all the same, popped up in his mind, and he couldn't help but stroke faster. Your sultry voice, your breath on his ears, the teasing kisses you gave him. Oh, how he fucking mi–

A loud ringtone filled the quiet room. Startled, he let go of himself, and his incoming orgasm was lost. But he quickly recognized the ringtone– it was the one he picked specifically for you.

But shit. Could the timing have been any worse better? At this point, his tip was fuming. An angry red, his slit trickling pre. He couldn't stop now, but he wasn't going to skip your call either.

“Hey baby… what's up?”

“Just wanted to say you did great today, sweetheart. I saw your little heroic moment on the news.” God, and the first thing you do is praise him. He feels like a horny teen again, the way he wraps his hands around his cock just to jerk off at the sound of your voice. You wouldn't mind though, right?

A shaky, “Yea?” was all he could manage without revealing his actions to you.

“Mhm, and also just to say sorry for not being able to see you lately. Work has been so busy and…” he could listen to you for hours. He stroked himself to the pace of your words, squeezing tighter every time he went over his tip. He couldn't do the same motions as you, his brain already too preoccupied with you and his need to empty his balls.

“Ken? Ken, baby, I know it’s been a few days, but if you’ve missed me that much, you could've just told me.”

He didn't even realize. He'd already gotten too comfortable, his back against the bed, one hand holding his phone to his ear, the other hand stroking his cock, and his throat eliciting all the evidence you could ever ask for. You'd never mistake these moans for anything but pleas for pleasure.

But being caught only spurred him on more. “Hahh– missed… you s’ much…” You couldn't hear them as well as his breathy groans, but the sound of slick was filling up the room, slowly but surely.

“Don’t you dare cum, Ken.” He stopped. A whine. You loved it. The way the pitch of his voice rose when he didn't get what he wanted. And he wanted more, so why should he listen? He thought he would break with how much his cock ached. Yet his hand was still at the base of his dick. “I’m coming over right now, so sit pretty like the good boy you are.”

He so terribly wanted to disobey you, show you he doesn't always have to be a good boy for you, but he knew himself. He wouldn't have been able to cum without you anyways.

[pholla-jm]

Heir (2)

IMAGINE: HEIR~ SUKUNA X WIFE!READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: sukuna is a bit ooc. f!reader. true form sukuna. not proof read

If you haven't read the first part, here it is: Heir. ***************

As months went by, your stomach got bigger and rounder. Your back was certainly hurting, feet aching, and a constant need to go pee. 

You almost hated every second of it. 

If it wasn’t for the fact you were bringing life into the world, you would’ve hated every second of it. 

Someone that was almost more excited than you was your lover, Sukuna. He was dead set on the baby being a boy. He was so excited to raise a boy to create a future heir. 

He even already picked out a name for him. Akumu, not a common name but it was one that Sukuna liked and it was set. 

However, you had a feeling that you were having a daughter. But, Sukuna was not hearing any of that. But just in case, you picked out a name just in case it was a girl. You wanted to have a similar vibe that Sukuna wanted so you chose Yumekui. 

You were very close to your due date and you were extremely nervous. You felt like you weren’t ready. You felt the nursery wasn’t ready or that things weren’t baby proofed enough. 

That’s why you paced around the castle, trying to get things ready. You didn’t care that your feet ached and your back was crying for help. All you cared about was making sure that everything was ready and perfect for the baby.

You know who did care? Sukuna. He didn’t like how you are constantly on your feet, pacing around and just being worried in general. 

“Woman.” Sukuna calls out once he finds you wandering the halls. You turn to him, already knowing you’re about to get scolded. “You should be resting.” You pout a little, “but do you see that over there?” You say while pointing to an area where a sharp corner was protruding. 

Sukuna follows your finger, “yeah. What about it?” “What if the baby hurts themselves from that?” Sukuna rolls his eyes, “you’re being paranoid. Our son will be strong. A corner is not going to harm him.” 

There’s that word again. Son. You often thought about what his reaction would be if it was a daughter instead. Would he be mad? Would he kick the both of you out? Would he kill the child? All these negative thoughts clouded your mind daily. 

That’s why when the time came, you really didn’t want Sukuna in the room- just the midwives. However, Sukuna wanted to be in the room with you and no one was really going to defy his orders. 

Sukuna was being super supportive though during the whole process. He held your hand and let you squeeze as hard as you wanted, even though it felt like a little pinch to him. He also kept a clean towel to wipe the sweat off of you. Even the sly cursing didn’t affect him. 

The process felt like hours and you were sure you looked like a hot mess. Sukuna didn’t care though. In his eyes you were still the most beautiful woman. 

You could feel the baby coming through and it was only confirmed by the midwife when she said the head was crowning and you only needed to do a couple more pushes. 

You were happy to hear that as you started to feel more tired and weak with every second that passed by. 

Finally, you heard the sound of an infant crying. Relief washed through your body. Until you heard the words you didn’t want to hear.

“Congratulations. It’s a girl.” 

You felt Sukana’s grip on your hand loosen until he completely lets go of your hand.

You could feel your heart drop and your skin paled. You wanted to grab the baby before Sukuna did. But you were too weak to sit up correctly. 

“W-wait..” Your voice only came out as a whisper as your back hit the bed. “I want..” You couldn’t speak anymore as your head lolled to the side. You could feel a midwife trending to your side. 

The last thing you saw was the midwife holding the child and Sukuna walking up to the child. You could see the subtle frown on his face as he looked down at the small baby. After that, your vision went black as you went into a peaceful slumber. 

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Everything felt sore. Extremely sore. It took you a minute to come to your senses. But when you remember your situation, you sit up. Hoping to find your daughter safe and sound. 

However, what you saw was the last thing you expected.

Your daughter was swaddled, in the crib sound asleep. 

What shocked you even more was Sukuna. The man who said who wanted a son, stood at the crib admiring his child. 

His large body was bent over so his arms were crossed and leaning against the edge. His head was tilted to the side and resting on his arms. You would have never guessed you would see a sight like this. He looked almost… soft. All though, you would never say that to him. 

Sukuna heard the rustling of the sheets causing him to sit up a little. 

“I’m glad you’re awake.” He says and you nod your head. 

“Are you mad?” You softly ask him. “Why would I be mad?” “You know… for having a daughter. Not a son, like you wanted.” 

Sukuna laughs, but not too loudly to wake the baby. 

Sure, he was a bit upset when he heard that it was a girl. But as soon as her eyes opened, the same red color as his, he swore he could feel his heart stop. The cries were weak and pathetic in his opinion. However, when the midwife handed her over to him, her cries stopped. The baby looked up at him with wonder and she showed him a gummy smile. 

Sukuna would never tell you that as soon as her cries stopped he started to love the child. 

“No. She’s so small. I decided that having a daughter isn’t too bad.” You chuckle at his answer and peer over the crib, getting a good look at your daughter. 

Even though she was a few hours old, you could tell that she was Sukuna’s daughter. You could only imagine what she would look like when she gets older.

“She looks just like you.” You mutter, a little upset that you carried her for so long and she came out looking like her father. 

“Of course she does. My genetics are strong.” “Hmm, we’ll see with the next baby.” 

Sukuna grins at your words, “the next baby? Already planning for another?” “Wait, wait,” you giggle while holding your hand up, “I don’t mean that just yet. I still have to heal.”  Sukuna hums, silently agreeing. “Next time, it’ll be a boy. I’ll make sure of it.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tagging: @lotuskassagi

[wolfiesmoon]

Lockscreen background

Malleus x gn!reader

i seem to have a thing for characters who are clueless abt technology hahaha, this takes place before we actually find out his real name btw

(also i apologise if malleus is ooc in any way i'm still in the early books of the game😭)

"Hello." You heard a voice behind you as you exited the classroom. You turned around to find... uh, Hornton, was it? You still can't get over the stupid nickname that Grim picked, but he seems completely okay with you calling him that, so you keep doing it.

What could he possibly want with you?

"Uhh, hi...!" you greeted him back awkwardly.

"I have a somewhat trivial yet important matter I need help with." He opened and you tilted your head slightly. Now your interest is piqued.

"Let's go somewhere more... private." he suggested at your confused expression. You nodded slowly. Though this whole conversation is strange so far, he looks anything but malicious. And knowing him, he never is.

The two of you went to a more secluded part of the school and as soon as you got there, he pulled something out from his pocket, handing it to you. It looked to be a brand new phone.

"Could you help me with this object? I have no idea how to use it and you are the only one I can approach about this." he looked a little worried.

"Sure, what do you need help with?" you offered and his expression softened slightly.

"Turning it on, for starters."

A silence fills the room.

"Ahahahaha, oh jeez... I'm- I'm sorry- hahahaha...!" You couldn't help but laugh. He didn't even know how to turn it on?

Needless to say, he was not amused by your laughter. "If you will laugh at me, I will not be needing your help anymore." He crossed his arms.

"No- No- I'm sorry, I really am." You had to hold back a few giggles. "I'll help- I'll help you, you just shocked me with how little you know about a.. p-phone." He suddenly seemed like a 90 year old grandpa who bought a phone to talk to his grandkids and didn't know the first thing about it. What a funny mental image.

"You're talking strangely." He commented, and you quickly turned the phone in his direction before he could question your attempts at stifling a laugh.

"Here, see this button? You press it and the phone turns on, like this." You demonstrated, and his face lit up.

"I see. But, the salesperson informed me that this phone is unlockable by something called 'Face ID' as well. Do you know what that is by any chance?" The genuine interest in his voice was actually kind of cute.

"Don't worry about all that. Actually, why are you buying a phone only now?" You thought it was strange. If he was this clueless about technology, why buy a modern cellphone all of a sudden?

"During class, some of my classmates were discussing about these so called phones. They talked about something called a 'magicam'. And I... became curious." the little pause at the third sentence made you think that might just not be the full truth. But you have no reason to be suspicious or question him on it, so you just told yourself to forget about it.

"Magicam might be a little too... advanced for you right now. Here, let's start by exchanging contacts." You showed him the 'contacts' app, opening it and inputting your number and your name.

You handed the phone back to him. "Here, now press this green button on the bottom left and you'll call me." he did as you instructed and your phone started vibrating in your pocket. You pulled it out, answering the call.

"Hello!" you said cheerfully.

"I can... hear you twice. Is there magic imbued within a phone?" his eyes were widened slightly, even more so when he heard his own voice from your phone.

"You silly goose, we only hear eachother twice because we're standing right next to eachother. Stay here and place the phone next to your ear, okay?" you smiled at him, walking away.

"I am not silly and I am certainly not a goose. I thought it was obvious enough by taking once glance at me."

"It's not an insult, Hornton. It's like a silly little thing you say to someone when they say something, well, silly." you smile, now completely out of his line of sight and standing in a different room.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke again "I can still hear your voice."

"Yup, that's what a phone is, in essence. Nowadays we use it for a lot of things, but basically, you can call people on it and you'll hear their voice and talk to them, no matter how far away from you they are. Isn't that cool?"

"How very fascinating." you could hear his amusement through the phone.

"Oh, I just have one more thing to do! I'll come back in a moment!" you ended the call, running back to where you were before.

"I got suprised for a moment. The phone made a strange noise and I couldn't hear you anymore." he cleared his throat. He must have panicked a bit when you hung up. How cute. "Calling someone is definitely much more convenient than sending them a letter."

You just realised that he's probably been sending physical, handwritten letters to everyone up until this point which makes him even more charmingly old-timey in your eyes. How funny is that?

"Give the phone here for a moment." you requested and when he did so, you opened the camera app and turned it towards the two of you to take a selfie. You could see him inspect himself through the phone.

"I see, so it functions as a mirror, too. What a marvel."

"Well, do I have news for you. This is the camera app, and we're going to take a photo together. Now smile!" you nudged him slightly and he smiled very awkwardly and unnaturally. Oh well, you'll take it.

You snapped the photo, setting it as his lockscreen.

"Here, now you have a photo of me and you as your background!" he took the phone back, staring at your face on the screen.

"I actually have something I have to be doing right now, so I'll continue teaching you about phones later! Call me if you need anything! Oh, and I'll save your number too, don't worry!" You waved to him, running down the hallway.

"Goodbye." he said back, immediately looking back down at your picture with him. Your face is truly precious in it. He is very glad to be in possession of a photo of you.

He knew you were the right person to ask.

.

The reason he decided to buy a phone was that he felt sad because he couldn't talk to anyone without a disconnect. Ignoring the fact that most of his classmates are afraid of him, they wouldn't be able to find common ground in hobbies and conversation topics regardless.

So he thought that maybe he could start by getting a phone upon hearing students discuss phone cases and the like. Surely, understanding what the masses currently enjoy would make him more approachable.

He is eternally thankful to you for helping him out.

You're very welcoming to him and that makes him indescribably happy. One day he'll repay you with all the things you could ever want. He has the abilities to do that, after all.

Maybe he should give you something as a thank you next time you meet, actually. What did you say you enjoyed again?

That's what he thought about as he looked at his lockscreen on his bed that night. If only you saw the way he smiled at your photo.

[impactedfates]

"Fighting over the bill" - Aventurine x GN!Reader

★ Summary: Aventurine w/ a gift giving S/O who refuses to let him pay for anything :3

☆ Characters Included: Aventurine (Romantic) + IPC (Supporting)

★ Genre/Trope: Established Relationship + Crack (?)

☆ Warnings: None

★ Extra: Aventurine may be OOC // Not proof read // Bullet Point format // Short // I think I lost track part way through so uh, sorry

Aventurine stares blankly at you as he watches the credits he was about to give to the cashier slowly fall to the ground. You stare back unblinking as you slowly hand over your own credits to the cashier who awkwardly takes it.

"...You know, the person who asked the other out usually pays"

"And?"

"...And I asked you out so I should've-"

"Well...I wanted to pay. You can pay next time"

You quickly reply, not giving much room to negotiate, not like he could've done anything. The cashier had already taken your money, he could only sigh and chuckle as he goes to pick up the forgotten credits on the ground.

"Well, I hope that means our first date was satisfactory"

He smiles, noticing your eager nod. He'll make sure he pays next time, he has a ton of credits to spend anyways

"WAIT, DON'T LET THEM PAY"

He calls out as he tries to reach you quickly. it was your guys second date, despite your statement that he could pay this time, when you left to get ready he noticed you walking to the front to pay. The person at the counter could only laugh, taking your card.

"Too late, sorry sir"

You smiled triumphantly at him, a sneaky smile on your lips. He shook his head in response, oh how he wished he could playfully lecture you on paying for him again when he should've paid this time.

But you looked rather pretty with that proud smile. He can let it slide this time

"Happy anniversary Kakavasha!!"

You call happily, wandering over to him, a gift behind your back. He smiled warmly in return, patting your head playfully.

"I thought we agreed to meet later, miss me that much?"

"Yes"

A small blush crept on his cheeks at your quick reply. Even after dating for a year he still couldn't get used to the fact you actually loved him.

"Oho? Is Mr Aventurine getting flustered"

Called out an all too familiar voice from behind, he turns to Topaz slightly rolling his eyes.

"Nope, just happy to see my lover"

He turns to you again, noticing your eager smile as he placed his attention back on you. You quickly reveal the bag of gifts you got him, handing it to him.

He takes it with a smile and looks inside, nearly choking on air. He had expected perhaps just matching clothes, perhaps it was just one gift with a bunch of paper to help protect it. Topaz leaned forward to see what had gotten her co-worker so tongue twisted before letting out a small laugh.

"Man that bag is filled with gifts, you like to spoil him huh [Name]?"

"I just think he deserves the gifts, most of them were from our last date. I saw him eyeing some of these things but not buying anything. Wanted to get him it"

Aventurine coughed into his hand and pulled you in for a hug. He had never felt such care from someone in so long. He really did choose the right person. He had fallen for the best person.

"Nuh uh, [Name]"

"What!? Why?"

You looked at your boyfriend with a pout, crossing your arms as he holds up your wallet that he managed to take without your knowledge.

"You've paid for me too much now honey. You didn't even need to. Let me treat you, okay? I'm a Stoneheart, remember?"

You grumble under your breath, before agreeing. Aventurine puts your wallet away in his own pocket before walking around with you in the mall. Placing any item you even show the slightest interest in, into the cart.

"I feel bad that you had to pay..."

"Pfft, sweetheart, how many times have you pay for me at this point?"

You stayed silent, looking away with a blush.

"Take my card!"

"Love, not again"

Aventurine and you start bickering (lovingly) as you tried to pay once again. Didn't help that the whole of the IPC was there, laughing at the display.

"Wow, they still haven't stopped fighting for the bill?"

"Seems that's the case, but I wonder. Dinner is nearing an end, once both of them finally agree on who pays. Do you think there'll be time for little Aventurine to pop the question?"

Jade laughs, leaning her head on her hand as she watches. Now all of the IPC could offer to pay instead, but why bother when this small argument is much more entertaining?

Topaz leans back in her seat with a knowing smile. For she was the only one to know that both you and Aventurine had gotten each other a ring. She knew another small (loving) fight would break out once you two show the ring. Questioning each other about the prices even though the both of you got something expensive for the other.

Heyyy...hey....

Finally back from my break yippee?...Haha...

I think I lost track from what it was meant to be about but hopefully this is still a decent read

[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Zoo Chapter 5

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

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Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you. 

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

Previous Part: Chapter Four

Next Part: Chapter Six

WARNINGS: none for now

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

Note 2: I haven’t gotten to Idia’s or Diasomnia’s chapter yet, so please forgive me if the characters seem ooc.

Note 3: Of course Jade and Floyd get the most screen time.

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Today you had not one, not two, but three exhibits to cover. The aquarium, reptile exhibit, and the panther and albino tiger exhibit were all on your list today. You decided to cover them in that order.

The man who ran the aquarium gave you the three meals without a second glance, walking briskly through the door as soon as you had picked up the fish sandwiches. What a friendly guy.

You walked through the keeper’s entrance, situated above the aquarium tank for easy access to the halflings inside. You looked down through the blue water and couldn’t see any movement or signs of life at all.

“Um… hello! Meal time!” You called. 

No response.

You kneeled at the side of the tank and splashed your fingers in the water a little, still calling out “meal time”. Just as you were about to give up, a curious head popped out of the water.

It was one of the eel halflings- you could tell by the razor sharp teeth and the golden eye staring lazily up at you.

“Want a sandwich?” You asked, holding out a fish sandwich to the eel.

He nodded and held out a hand. You were fascinated by the webbed, clawed fingers that reached out to you. You must have stared too long because the eel let out a confused chirp, wondering why his sandwich was taking so long.

You handed his meal to him and watched as he dug in. 

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Floyd! Floyd!” The eel yelled out his name excitedly, as though he had answered a million dollar question. You laughed.

“Nice to meet you, Floyd. I heard you have a brother?”

Floyd nodded and dove under the water. You cringed at the thought of soggy bread, but figured it probably didn’t bother a sea creature. 

Floyd resurfaced moments later, tearing at his sandwich with his sharp teeth. This time, however, he was not alone. Peeking above the water so only the top of his head and eyes could be seen, was a halfling that looked just like Floyd. 

There were a few differences, such as the side his golden eye was on and the side his bangs parted, but the main difference was his expression. He had a different feel to him than Floyd. While Floyd’s face was relaxed and playful, this one was wary and studied you intently in a way that made you feel bare.

“What’s your name?” You asked. The eel did not answer, but Floyd was quick to supply the answer for him.

“Jaaaade,” Floyd told you, a playful smile spreading across his face.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jade,” you said to the quiet eel halfling. He narrowed his eyes in response, studying you even more intently.

You held out a sandwich for him to take. There was a minute where he stared at the food, before a clawed hand gingerly plucked it from your hands. He disappeared under the water.

“There’s one sandwich left… Oh, right! There’s an octopus halfling in the tank too! Could you get him for me, Floyd?” 

Floyd let out a chirp and tilted his head in confusion. You realized you had just dumped a ton of words on the poor halfling.

“Could you get the octopus?” You asked gently.

Floyd chirped again and dove under the water. He came back up looking very proud of himself as he dragged Jade to the surface by his arm.

“No, not Jade…” you tried not to let your frustration show, “The octopus.”

Floyd stared at you uncomprehendingly. 

Jade rolled his eyes, “She wants Azul.” You were surprised by how easily he said the words, as though he were fluent in english. And maybe he was- only time would tell, you supposed.

“Azul!” Floyd gasped, diving under the water again.

This time, when he surfaced, it was alone. You were about to ask Jade to get the octopus halfling, when a handsome face broke the surface. You were surprised by how different from the twins he looked, with his white hair and blue eyes. He also regarded you with apprehension, as though you may hurt him.

“Hello there,” you said softly, “I have a sandwich for you.”

He approached you slowly, and you did your best to stay completely still so as not to scare him off. Finally, he reached out a slender hand and took the sandwich from you. With him as close as he was, you could see black tentacles through the water. He noticed you looking and blushed a light blue, before shooting under the water and disappearing from sight.

Was he embarrassed by his tentacles? You waved away the thought. Surely that was impossible.

“I have to go, guys, but I’ll be back later,” you promised. Jade’s expression did not change, but Floyd dramatically threw himself against the side of the tank and said, “Awwwww…”

You giggled and waved goodbye, a little unnerved by how the twins’ eyes followed you on your entire walk to the door.

Next, the reptile exhibit.

The keeper there was a bit more friendly. He handed you the burgers that were to be fed to the inhabitants and wished you a good day.

There were only two tanks in the heated building, which was modeled to look like a brown cave. You went for the tank on the right first, slipping through the keeper’s door and surveying your surroundings. The giant boa constrictor in the middle of the enclosure turned to face you, and you were surprised by the friendly face you were met with.

The boa constrictor was human from the waist-up and snake from the waist-down. He had ruby eyes that sparkled with interest as he approached you quickly. He smiled widely, almost innocently, and revealed the long, hollow snake fangs in his mouth- a stark contrast from his friendly demeanor.

“Who are you?” The boa constrictor asked.

“I’m (Y/n), and you are?”

“Kalim!” The boa constrictor answered with a closed-eyed smile. He regarded the burgers curiously, “Rat burgers?”

“Oh, is that what’s in them?” You asked, feeling a little green at the thought of eating one of those. You held one out to Kalim and he took it with another big smile.

“Jamil! Wake up!” He stuck his hand into a fake bush and pulled on another snake’s tail. To your horror, the viper you had seen a few days ago came slithering out, seething silently.

Great. An angry, venomous viper. I’m going to die. You shook the negative thoughts from your head and held out a burger, desperately praying he wasn’t going to strike and poison you.

His eyes softened and he took the burger from you gently.

“Thank you. Did you say ‘thank you’, Kalim?” Like a few of the other halflings, Jamil was surprisingly fluent, although he struggled over some of the words.

Kalim’s eyes widened, “Oh! Thank you, (Y/n)!”

You laughed at his enthusiasm, “No problem, you two.”

As you waved goodbye, Kalim’s tail wrapped around your ankle. Surprised, you said, “I’ll be back later.” Reluctantly, Kalim withdrew his tail.

You headed to the other cage. As you approached, something bright blue skittered under a large bush. Curious, you entered through the keeper’s door.

“I’ve got a burger for you,” you called out.

“Ugh…” a dreary voice reached your ears, “A burger again? That’s snake food. Do they even know how to take care of a lizard?”

You poked your head around a particularly large bush and spotted the inhabitant of the tank you were in. He had pale skin with electric blue hair, scales, and tail, curled up in the corner, glaring at you.

“I’m sorry, that’s all I have for you today,” you apologized. The lizard appeared to be another halfling that was fluent in English. You were surprised by how many there were.

“You are new,” the lizard stated.

“Yes, I’m (Y/n). I’m a researcher,” you explained.

The lizard nodded, “I’ll eat the burger.”

You handed it to him, “Thank you, I’m sorry you don’t like burgers. What’s your name?”

He was quiet for a few moments, before replying, “Idia.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Idia,” you said. You gave him a wave goodbye and he looked surprised.

“You’re leaving already?” He asked.

“I’ll be back soon!” You promised.

Idia nodded, then curled back up, “I like being alone anyways.”

You waved goodbye again, but it was not returned. You headed out of his exhibit and out of the reptile house. The next place to go was the panther and white tiger exhibit.

The fresh air hit your face as you traveled to the next exhibit. You felt the same nervousness as when you went into the lion and hyena area- the fear of predators much stronger than you. The meals were left on a table for you to take (more burgers), but no zookeeper was in sight. Some of the keepers here really were not friendly…

As soon as you opened the door, you were met with both of the albino tigers. You stiffened as one of them turned to you with a stern expression. The other tiger, you noted, was fast asleep. 

“You are not the keeper!” The awake tiger yelled, “Trespasser! Trespasser!”

“No, no! I’m filling in for today,” you soothed, “See, I have your burgers.”

That seemed to satisfy him, because he sat down with a thump, tail twitching. 

“What’s your name?” You asked, handing him a burger.

“Sebek,” he said importantly, sitting up proudly.

You turned to the sleeping tiger and gently called out, “Hey, can you wake up for a second? I have your dinner.”

The tiger did not stir. Sebek leaned over and gave him a nudge. The tiger startled awake, blinking blearily around.

At first, you were a little nervous. What if this tiger would be angry that you disturbed his sleep? 

However, the tiger showed no signs of hostility, calmly approaching you and taking a burger.

“He’s Silver,” Sebek introduced him. The sleepy tiger, Silver, nodded absently as he began to eat.

“Nice to meet you both!” You said enthusiastically. They did not return the enthusiasm.

You took the other two burgers and walked through the underbrush, leaving the pair to their meal. You wondered where the panthers were.

“Hello,” a pleasant voice said.

You looked around but could not find the owner of the voice. “Up here,” he said.

You looked up and were shocked to see a panther halfling hanging upside down on a tree branch.

“How…?” You asked, stunned.

He let out a soft laugh and let himself fall to the ground, twisting in midair to land on his feet. He held out his hand, “I take other burger to Malleus.”

“Oh, I was looking forward to meeting everyone…” You said uncertainly.

Lilia looked surprised, “Researcher?”

“Yes, I’m a researcher.”

Lilia smiled, “Follow.”

You followed him as he walked through the forest. Before long, you both had ended up in a clearing. A tall panther halfling lounged on a rock, his eyes lighting up with curiosity as you approached.

“I brought you a burger,” you said cheerfully, holding out said burger.

The halfling stood up and it was only then that you noticed the horns jutting out of his head behind his ears. Suddenly, you realized why the black-and-pink haired panther had tried to spare you a meeting with him.

Halflings with horns, other than goat and ram halflings, were known to be able to produce magic. Strong magic.

A thrill of fear ran through you, but you held your ground. He didn’t seem to be hostile, so you wouldn’t show your hesitation.

“Thank you,” he said, voice smooth and rumbling.

You nodded, eyes fixated on his oddly-shaped black horns. The other panther took a bite of his burger and, as if he were copying him, Malleus quickly took his burger from your hand and dug in.

“I’ll be back soon, it was nice to meet you both,” you said gently, giving them a wave. It was only after you had closed the exhibit door that you realized you hadn’t gotten the pink-and-black haired panther’s name. 

You pulled out your notebook. You’d get everyone’s names downpat soon enough. It was time to begin your observations.

[floxtingdrm]

𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚

"𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝? 𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗."

𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎: FLUFF (kind of?) 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato, Kiryuu Mitsuki 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: WB boys with a reader who likes to take photos. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: OOC characters, reader being kind of a creep? (lol this was better in my head until I started writing)

You liked capturing people’s best moments, the unexpected moment that just somehow clicked, the expressions that you probably never knew they could make, those moments are precious because it might be a while before you could see them again. 

So then, how did it go from you taking pictures of people who smile, flowers dancing in the wind and Ume-san’s plants to a boy who does nothing but make you question your feelings every two minutes?

Is it the boy who stands out from the crowd and always has your back in every situation you might encounter? Hearing his name brings a smile to your face and an indescribable feeling of warmth envelopes you, seeing his smile freezes you like a deer in headlights staring in awe, what was he doing to someone who doesn’t know how to react around him?

You picked up the photo cards you took with your portable camera and sighed disappointedly at yourself, why were you acting like a creep taking photos of him like this? Maybe it was his fault for being so pretty in the first place, making your heart speed up ever so often when he looked in your direction at the right time.

Click

There goes your hands as another photo of him was taken once more, more often than not these photos of him would never have had him looking directly at the camera, no, these were usually secretly taken just like almost every other photo you’ve taken so far. 

“ Can I have a look?”

You yelped at his sudden approach seeing as the boy rarely ever got close to you or even talked to you, most of the time he would just be a head of the group with Nirei and Suou following behind, talking to each other and you at the back of the group quietly observing them. So then how come he’s right next to you, staring at your hands which hid the photo of him?

“If you’re gonna take pictures of me, at least be sneaky about it.”

You’re weird if you think he wouldn’t notice you snapping those shots ever so often, he knows, he just doesn’t know how to bring it up.

The first few times you did it he was pretty annoyed, and you can’t blame him knowing how people treated him before he moved into town.

He still hasn’t warmed up to it just yet, expect him to jump like a cat if you happen to turn on the flash.

Don’t expect him to let you even be close enough to take a photo of him when he fights, it’s “not that he’s clumsy or that he wants to protect you” but that “you might get hurt getting too close, stay next to Nirei”.

Do expect him to subtly show off a bit once he learns that most of your photos are of him (don’t ask how he knows, no don’t ask Nirei either-).

Probably gets super red, like unnaturally tomato Ume-san planted grade red, because he doesn’t get this many flattering photos of himself and is actually loved.

“Oh, I guess they’re not too bad…”

Bless his soul because my boy never thought he would have someone love him inside out, swear that you’ll never leave as well.

Will try to get used to being photographed by you at the most unexpected moment.

If he ever comes across that one album you dedicated to him only, I pray you have ear plugs and can run faster than him (you probably won’t) because not only will you hear screaming but he will ask questions as well (unless you can answer why).

Does he take you out on photogenic dates? Probably not, will he try to? Yes he will, love this boy.

He loves it if you try to share your interest with him, even if he might be clumsy and deny that he’s interested, do share it with him because he wants to learn more about you.

“ Focus on someone else other than me won’t ya!?” (Don’t do it, he’s just flustered)

Despite hiding in one of the remote places of town and rarely ever meeting him, somehow this strange boy caught you at the worst time ever while you were organizing your end of the day picture hauls. The boy who goes to Furin, your neighbor who saved your ass from those idiot bullies, the strangely open yet unreadable Suo Hayato. So how are you gonna explain why you have his photos plastered all over your albums?

“You’re not very good at making it hard for me to notice.”

One thing everyone doesn’t seem to say out loud is how good his reflexes are and how he seems to pay attention to his surroundings super well, he just pretends he doesn’t notice you and your camera clicking at him 70mph-

You could have sworn he left the area before organizing your photos, but it seems Suo was just a lot more careful than you thought.

Doesn’t entirely have a problem with you taking photos of him, just don’t be creepy about it.

You taking a photo of him in secret suddenly became his new pastime when he can spot you from your hiding spot, like where’s Waldo but a version you really don’t like.

He doesn’t mind if you take pictures of him while he’s in a fight, but do be careful and keep a safe distance.

“Somehow, you always seem to catch my good sides..” 

Boy before dating if he knew you were into him he’s a tease, but make it official and you might never hear the end of it when you’re both alone.

Always prepared when you plan to take a picture of him when he’s looking goofy or just dumb in general, like him being forced to eat nato by his classmates.

Kinda unfair that you can’t take stupid photos of him but he can take stupid photos of you, and loving makes an album for it as well.

Took you out on a few restock hauls for your polaroids and other things, but other than that unlike Sakura who probably can’t tell much of a difference between flowers, he does take you out on photogenic dates.

Likes to help you organize your pictures at the end of the day, which also usually means lots of teasing when he skims over the pictures you took of him.

“Awww, I didn’t mean to tease so much, honestly, but I have to admit seeing you like this is so cute.”

He knew you as the freelancing photographer, since your social media posts kind of suggest you were one, lots of people including his classmates seemed to have been given photo cards of themselves by you, everyone but him. But it wasn’t as though you never took photos of him, because you did ask for his permission a couple of times already. 

“How mean of you, don’t keep letting me get my hopes up.”

Unlike the other boys this one will bombard your dms asking for his photocard, and in turn your response was ‘I’ll give you it soon!!’ while freaking out because you haven’t found the perfect picture of him yet or he was just so pretty in all of them you don’t know what to choose.

You two probably have this celebrity and paparazzi relationship where he starts wearing more drip and you’re taking so many photos of him, though he does kind of get disappointed when he doesn’t see the photos.

Had jokingly asked if you would become his personal photographer and take pictures of him only, you had to hold yourself back with all the fiber in your body from saying “yes”- (why hold yourself back tho-)

Tries to not get into fights whenever you’re around, like you can’t get any of his fighting photos just because of how good he became at avoiding fights whenever you’re around.

“How come you show everyone but me?”

The first thing he did when become yours was stealing that album full of his pictures, and then pointing out what he was doing when you took it.

Takes your camera and makes YOU become his model, your clothes? His clothes? It don’t matter, you are posing and he is taking those pictures, won’t post them without your consent, don't worry.

Does use the fact you won’t show him his photos as teasing material or playful counter arguments.

So many photo and shopping dates, he’s probably the one who takes you out on the most dates, and honestly it brings a smile to his face if you’re enjoying the dates.

“Psst, just like that… got it! Look how pretty you are!!”

𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙢!

[riinniies]

|| ITOSHI SAE ||

Yandere! itoshi sae, stranger to.. lover?, possessive behavior, kidnapping, age gap (6 years) , kinda ooc sae (not kinda tho), Weird Reader, Sae and Reader (not) literally the same but with different fonts. I'm sorry if it's weird, English is not my first language.

Plot : He kidnapped you, you really don't know who he is.

Wc: 5531 words

Actually i'm just lazy to made it into chapters so this is the whole things.

Oh, and there's bonus chapter link in the end. I hope you liked it!

My writings

• Day One

On the first day you were kidnapped, you were angry, rebellious, terrified, and cried. You did everything you could to escape—breaking a window and running as far as possible from the house in the middle of the forest, even trying to ride the kidnapper’s motorcycle. But nothing worked.

The kidnapper, who introduced himself as Itoshi Sae, simply stood watching you with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall. His gaze was calm, as if he knew you couldn’t escape him.

Like now, your leg had been shot with a rifle, and you fell off the motorcycle. Your head felt dizzy, and soon after, you heard footsteps approaching. His tall figure stopped in front of you, and then he knelt down to pick you up.

“It’s only the first day, but you’re quite persistent, aren’t you?”

You felt your vision darken as his words faded.

---

• Day Seven

“Open your mouth,” he said. You glared at him in annoyance but still complied. At the moment, you were sitting on a sofa in the living room.

Because of the gunshot wound in your leg, you couldn’t go anywhere or do anything by yourself, not even bathe without his help.

He was feeding you lunch. It had been seven days since you were confined in this luxurious house in the middle of the forest, and you were starting to give up. He truly intended to kidnap and trap you here. Sometimes you wondered—how did he prepare everything so perfectly? Especially since you’d never met this man before.

Lost in thought, reflecting on the bizarre events that had unfolded, you noticed Sae’s calm gaze fixed on you. He continued feeding you until the plate was empty.

“Sae,” you called. He raised an eyebrow.

“Hm?”

“I… have a question.”

There was silence for a moment before you heard a sigh.

“What?”

You swallowed hard, feeling both scared and nervous.

“W-why did you kidnap me?”

Silence. Again, no answer for several moments. But then you felt his cold hand lift your chin, forcing you to look into his teal eyes, which were, annoyingly, stunningly beautiful.

“Because I… love you.”

You froze at his words. You couldn’t believe what you just heard—it didn’t make sense.

• Day 30

Your leg was starting to heal, but you still couldn’t walk unaided. Sae continued helping you walk, and not just that—he helped you eat, drink, bathe, and everything else.

You felt frustrated. You had tried everything to get information about your whereabouts, but Sae seemed to know your intentions and kept his lips sealed whenever you asked.

For 30 days, your life here had been relatively normal—except for being shot in the leg when you tried to escape. You ate, watched TV, and read comics. Somehow, he knew you liked reading, as the house had a large library filled with novels and comics you loved.

Sae never did anything inappropriate to you. Maybe… not yet? You weren’t sure. Even when he bathed you, he didn’t try anything. He genuinely just bathed you, and you weren’t thinking about this because you wanted him to touch you, okay?

---

"(Name)," Sae’s deep voice called from behind the library door. You put your book down and replied, "Yes? I’m here." You waved your hand. Since you couldn’t walk to him, Sae approached you and sat beside you.

You looked at him curiously. “What’s wrong? This is unusual.”

“In two weeks, I’ll be leav–”

“For where?” you cut him off, feeling panicked. Where would he go? Was he leaving you? Alone? Why did you care?

“Only for three days,” he said. You sighed in relief.

Sae then looked at you intently. “Three days.”

• Day 44

Today was the first day Sae left you alone. He left plenty of supplies and even gave you a phone! Though it could only be used to call or text him, it was still exciting.

After spending so much time here, you began to learn things about Sae. He was a soccer player—actually, a world-class soccer player. That shocked you. Sure, he had muscles and good looks, but you had assumed he was a model, not an athlete.

How did you find out? In the library, you came across a thin biography with Sae’s full name on the cover.

You learned he was 24 years old, six years older than you, and had a younger brother named Itoshi Rin. He was also the eldest sibling, just like you. Reading his biography made you miss your family. Weren’t they looking for you?

Your phone rang, breaking your thoughts. Without looking, you already knew who was calling.

“Yes, Sae?”

There was silence on the other end. You raised an eyebrow.

“Sae—”

“Yes, hold on,” Sae interrupted. You sighed in relief, thinking something might be wrong.

“What is it?” you asked again. He cleared his throat.

“Talk to me,” he said.

Talk? You were confused. He was the one who called, so why did he want you to talk?

“Uh… what are you doing?” you asked spontaneously.

“Training.”

Practice, he said. You nodded, even though you knew Sae couldn’t see your nod.

"I saw in your biography, you… are a soccer player, right?"

"Yes."

You sighed hearing Sae's answer. Why did he always answer your questions so briefly? You felt annoyed.

"So… are you done with practice?"

Tutt.. tutt..

"What? Did he hang up?" You sighed roughly, confused and feeling more annoyed. How could he be like this?

• Day 46

After the strange incident of Sae calling you on the first day he left you alone, he never called again. Right now, you were lying on your bed—along with Sae—and you were bored! You were tired of reading the comics and novels Sae had prepared for you.

A while later, you suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. You sat up. Did Sae finally return? You got off the bed and went outside your room, smiling when you saw Sae.

"Sae!" You ran—well, walked quickly because your leg was still injured—toward him, then stopped just a few steps away. Sae, as usual, just stared at you calmly. He then patted your head without saying anything.

Then, he walked past you and placed his bag on the sofa before sitting down. He looked at you and patted the sofa beside him.

You understood what he meant and sat down next to him.

"Why didn’t you escape?" Sae asked, his gaze serious. You stared at him with a confused look.

What’s wrong with this person? You thought. Was he so exhausted that he was thinking of something… unreasonable?

"How could I escape? I don’t even know where I am, and I know you’ve set up many traps outside."

"You’re smarter than I thought," Sae said, and you glared at him, feeling offended.

"If I were stupid, I would have been killed by you a long time ago." Sae fell silent, seeming to agree with your response.

"Do you know how long you’ve been here?" Sae asked, still staring at you with his annoying gaze.

"Of course, I’ve been counting." Sae raised an eyebrow when he heard your answer. He seemed more interested in this topic.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, today is day 46, right?" Sae nodded, then smiled.

"Tomorrow, we’ll go somewhere else."

• Day 47

You were on a plane.

You touched the window, marveling at the view. Although you’d flown before—since your mother wasn’t Japanese—it was your first time in business class.

The cabin was eerily empty. It was just you and Sae. Had he booked the entire section just to hide you?

“Sit still,” Sae’s deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You adjusted your posture and turned to him.

“Where are we going?”

“To Madrid. Didn’t you hear at the airport?”

You nodded sheepishly. You had forgotten.

“Sae,” you started.

“Hm?”

“Do you… know everything about me?”

“Yes.”

“Liar.”

“Why would I lie?”

You rolled your eyes, frustrated by his bluntness.

“How old am I?”

“Eighteen.”

He was right.

“When’s my birthday?”

“January xx, 2006.”

You froze. How did he know that?

“What’s your favorite food? Katsu curry. Favorite colors? Sky blue and pastel pink. You have one younger brother. Your mother is from (country). You go to XXX High School. Your blood type is AB. You had a crush on a classmate who already has a girlfriend—”

“Okay, stop!” you interrupted, overwhelmed. How did he know all this?

“How… how long have you been stalking me?”

“Since I was 18,” he replied casually.

You widened your eyes. That meant since you were 12.

“Are you a pedophile?”

"How ridiculous," Sae replied, clearly offended.

"But you liked me since you were 18? When you were 18, I was only... 12 years old," you pointed out.

"...I'm not a pedophile," Sae said, his tone firm.

You sighed, exasperated by his defensive response.

"But why do you like me? I don’t remember ever meeting you. From what I read in your biography, you never lived anywhere near where I’ve been."

You swallowed nervously. It was a question you’d asked him many times, but Sae never seemed willing to give a proper answer.

He fell silent for a moment, as if deciding whether to tell you or not. After a few long minutes, he reached out and gently touched the scar on the back of your neck. Your eyes widened in shock. He even knows about that?

"Do you remember?" Sae asked softly.

You shook your head, confused.

"You saved me that day, (Name)," he said quietly.

• Day 48

You sit in a luxury hotel couch in Madrid, gazing out the window at the unfamiliar yet breathtaking city. Sae is in the bathroom, and you finally get a moment to yourself—even though you know it won’t last long.

Sae's words on the plane keep swirling in your mind. "You saved me back then." But how? When? Why can’t you remember?

You massage your temples, trying to connect all the pieces of your life that suddenly changed ever since he kidnapped you.

The bathroom door opens, and Sae steps out with wet hair, a plain white T-shirt clinging to his muscular body. He glances at you briefly before sitting on the sofa beside you.

"Still thinking about it?" he asks bluntly.

"Of course. I don’t even know what really happened. How could I have saved you when I don’t even know you?"

Sae leans back on the sofa, his teal eyes staring at you sharply yet calmly. "It happened when I was 18. I was in Japan for a junior tournament. That night... I had a little accident near a rural road. I fell off my bike."

You fall silent, trying to remember something relevant.

"I could barely move, and people walked by without caring. But you... a little girl with a school bag, ran up to me. You gave me water from your bottle, called someone to help me."

You furrow your brows, and slowly, a vague memory starts to resurface. A teenager with a wound on his leg, blood on the side of his head, and you, panicking, calling for an ambulance. It was him.

"That was you?" you ask, almost in disbelief.

Sae nods slowly, no expression on his face. "Since then, I kept looking for you. I wanted to know who you were and why you helped me so easily. I thought it was just gratitude, but it was more than that."

A chill runs through you. Does that mean ever since that moment, he decided to learn everything about you? Kidnap you?

"But that’s crazy, Sae. You kidnapped me and think that’s normal?"

He moves closer, lifting your chin so you look into his eyes. "I don’t care what you think. I love you, i will make sure you stay by my side. No one can take you from me."

His cold tone makes it hard for you to breathe. Yet, you can’t look away from his teal eyes, full of determination.

"And if I say I can’t love you back?" you challenge, trying to stay calm.

Sae gives a small smile, but it’s not warm. "You don’t have a choice, (Name)."

What are you really facing now?

---

• Day 50

Two days have passed since you arrived in Madrid, and your routine with Sae hasn't changed much. However, your feelings are starting to shift—not entirely hatred, but far from comfort. There’s something about the way Sae watches you, the way he treats you so carefully, that confuses you.

Today, you’re at the stadium where Sae is training. You sit in the VIP stands, surrounded by luxury that makes you uncomfortable. The stadium is empty, with only a few staff members busy on the field.

Sae, in his training jersey, is running on the field. You watch his movements, how he looks so focused and professional—as if this world is his. You can’t deny that he looks incredibly handsome, but you quickly shake your head, trying to erase that thought.

When practice ends, Sae walks toward you. A towel hangs around his neck, and his face is slightly damp with sweat. He sits beside you, placing a water bottle on the small table.

"Did you enjoy the practice?" he asks flatly, as usual.

"I thought you didn’t care about what I think," you reply, trying not to be intimidated.

Sae glances at you, the corner of his lips curling up slightly. "I care, but I don’t need validation from you."

You sigh and turn your face away. "Why did you bring me here? Wouldn’t it have been easier for you to leave me in Japan?"

Sae looks straight ahead, his voice cold but full of resolve. "I don’t trust the world to keep you safe. You’re only safe when you’re near me."

"Don’t you realize how crazy that sounds?" you ask, your voice rising.

He turns to face you, his eyes full of intensity. "Crazy or not, I won’t take the risk of losing you. I don’t care how you see me, (Name). What matters is that you’re here, with me."

You sighs, feeling frustrated and confused. But before you can respond, Sae touches your hand—something he rarely does. His touch is cold but not intimidating.

"You might think I’m a monster, but I’ll never hurt you, (Name). I just want you to be safe."

Those words make you pause. There’s sincerity in his tone that’s hard to ignore. But still, it doesn’t erase the fact that he kidnapped you, trapped you, and now brought you to a foreign country.

"Safe? You think safe means locking me up like a bird in a golden cage?" you ask sarcastically.

Sae doesn’t answer. Instead, he stands up and walks away, leaving you alone in the stands.

• Evening

You’re sitting in your hotel room, staring at the phone in your hand. The phone only has one contact: Sae. You try to find a way out, trying to make use of the situation. If only you could contact someone, anyone...

Think. Is there a way out of this? But the longer you think about it, the clearer it becomes that Sae has planned everything carefully. There’s no easy way out.

Your phone suddenly vibrates. Sae’s name appears on the screen. You quickly pick it up.

"What is it?" you ask coldly.

"I’m in the dining room. Come here," he says without pleasantries, then hangs up.

Reluctantly, you leave your room and head to the hotel dining room. Sae is sitting at the table, with food already served.

"Sit," he orders.

You obey, too tired to resist. Sae looks at you while resting his chin on his hand.

"Starting tomorrow, you’ll go out with me," he suddenly says.

You stare at him, surprised. "Go out? You mean... outside the hotel?"

He nods. "I can’t always watch you up close, but I want you to get used to being near me in public. You’re mine, and I want the world to know that."

His words make you uncomfortable. But before you can respond, he adds, "But don’t misunderstand. I won’t let you go."

You bite your lip, holding back the urge to snap. Sae continues to look at you with a cold yet intense gaze, as if he has already planned everything ahead.

And deep down, you know—this game is far from over.

• Day 51

That morning, you feel anxious even though there’s no clear reason for it. Sae has decided to take you out of the hotel, and while that might seem like a small freedom, you know he’s watching every move you make with intense scrutiny.

You sit on the sofa, staring out the slightly open window of your hotel room. Outside, Madrid looks busy, filled with people who never know about your feelings right now, about the crazy situation you’re in. It almost seems impossible to believe this is your life now.

Your phone vibrates again, startling you. It’s a message from Sae: I’m waiting for you in the lobby.

You sigh and stand up, feeling a bit sluggish, but you know delaying it will only make him more frustrated. Slowly, you leave the room and head to the lobby.

Sae is standing there, dressed in a perfectly fitted black suit. His eyes are on you, and this time, his smile doesn’t look like his usual one—it’s a smile that holds something deeper, perhaps pride.

"We’re going to the city center," he says calmly, "don’t talk too much, and stay close to me."

You nod slightly, though your mind is occupied with all the possible things that might happen when you go out together. Walking through the crowd with no way out, it’s frightening—especially because you know Sae is watching every movement you make.

---

• Madrid City Center

You feel like the world is watching you. Everyone passing by seems unaware that something isn’t quite right between you and Sae. But inside, there’s an unbearable tension. Sae walks beside you with his usual calm demeanor, and you know he feels it too—the feeling of being trapped.

He leads you to various places: a bookstore, a small café that seems to exist just for people like you. All the while, you try not to show your confusion or fear, even though it’s incredibly difficult.

At the bookstore, you stop by a fiction shelf. Reflexively, you begin scanning the books, trying to find an escape in a different story. But Sae stands behind you, closer than you’re comfortable with. His eyes are watching every movement you make, as though he’s monitoring whether you’ll try to run or not.

"There’s no need to pretend," he says softly, startling you. "You want to leave, don’t you?"

You turn your body and look at him, trying to stay calm even though your heart is racing. "I don’t want anything from here. I just... don’t know what to do."

Sae smiles cynically. "You don’t need to know. You just need to follow what I say."

You hold your breath, your emotions mixed. Is this real? What do you even expect from yourself? An impossible escape or simply acceptance of the fate that has already happened?

He keeps watching, like a predator who knows its prey can’t run anywhere. All of your conversations are just a game—a game where you have no full control.

---

• Evening

After several hours, you return to the hotel. You sit on the sofa again, feeling physically and emotionally exhausted. Sae sits next to you, his body so close you can feel the warmth of his skin.

"How does it feel?" he asks in a low voice, looking at you with an unreadable gaze.

"It feels... strange," you answer honestly. "Like I’m living in a different world. Like I can’t find a way out."

Sae nods slowly. "That’s my goal, (Name). This world is too dangerous for you. That’s why I won’t let you go. I’ll protect you by any means necessary."

You look at him, his head slightly lowered as if searching for something inside you. A moment later, he speaks with a deeper voice, almost like a whisper. "I can’t forget you, (Name). From the moment you helped me, I knew. This isn’t just an obsession. I feel... I need you."

You feel a tightness in your chest. Those words are heavy, and you don’t know how to respond. But there’s something different about Sae in that moment. Something more human, more vulnerable. Maybe this is a side of him he rarely shows.

"Why... why can’t you let me go?" you ask, quieter this time.

Sae looks at you deeply. "Because you’re a part of my life now, (Name). And I won’t let you go."

For the first time, you feel that reality—what he says is not just a threat but also a promise, full of determination. And in that silence, you realize that somehow, someday, you will find a way out—or maybe, you’ll be trapped in the world Sae has made for you.

• Day 52

After that meeting, a night full of confusion and tension, you couldn't sleep. Your mind kept spinning, wondering about so many things that remained unanswered. About Sae, about your increasingly chaotic feelings, and most of all... about your family.

You still clearly remember the face of your mother, the warm smile of your father, and the cheerful laughter of your younger sibling. Thinking about them only made your heart heavier. It’s been more than a month since you were kidnapped, and you don’t know if they’re looking for you, or even if they know what happened to you. Every night, before you fall asleep, you try to calm yourself with the thought that one day, it will all end and you’ll be able to go home.

However, every time you think about asking Sae, you hesitate. You know that any question you ask will probably get an unsatisfying answer, or maybe no answer at all. But that night, you couldn’t hold back your feelings any longer.

You get up from your bed and walk to the living room, where Sae is sitting in his chair, his sharp eyes focused on his phone. You approach him and stand in front of him.

"Sae," you call him in a low voice, strong enough to get his attention, but soft enough not to make him feel threatened.

Sae looks up at you, his eyes unchanged, still sharp and mysterious. "What?"

You swallow nervously, feeling anxious about the question you want to ask. "I... I want to know about my family. Are they looking for me?"

Sae pauses for a moment, and for a few seconds, you feel like he’s considering giving you a more honest answer. But finally, he shrugs indifferently. "I don’t know."

You feel frustrated, wanting to say something, but the words get stuck in your throat. "You must know something, Sae. They... they must be worried. My mom... my dad... my sibling."

Sae stares at you blankly. "They don’t know where you are," he answers flatly, as if it’s no big deal. "You don’t need to worry about them."

"Why?" you almost shout, unable to hold back the emotions building up. "Why are you so calm? They... they’re my family, Sae!"

Sae sighs deeply, as if he’s tired of these questions. "Because they’re not here. And you chose to be here, didn’t you?" he replies in a cold tone.

You stare at him, confused and disappointed. There’s no warmth in his answer, only hopelessness. "But... I didn’t choose this! You kidnapped me, Sae. You brought me here."

He shrugs again, as if he couldn’t care less about the anger you’ve just expressed. "It’s just my way of life, (Name). You can’t change it."

You want to say more, to ask how he can be so calm and not care about your feelings or your family, but you know it won’t change anything. Sae isn’t someone who’s easy to talk to about things like this. His answers are always brief, always avoiding the things that really matter.

You stand there, confused and disappointed, but you know there’s something bigger at play here. Something more complicated than you imagined. Something that makes you feel trapped, and maybe, one day, you’ll find out what it is.

---

• Day 54

You haven’t stopped asking about your family. Every time there’s a chance, you ask again, even though you know the answer won’t be different from before. Sometimes you feel like a fool, asking someone who clearly doesn’t care about giving you the answer you want.

"Don’t you feel worried about them?" you ask again, while Sae is staring at his phone.

Sae doesn’t answer immediately, only shifting his gaze to you. "No."

Of course not. He doesn’t care. You stare at him, feeling like there’s something missing between the two of you. All your feelings about family, about home, about freedom—everything feels farther away, like it’s floating out of your reach.

"Do you know how long I’ve been missing?" you ask, waiting for an answer that might just make you feel more alienated in this world.

Sae doesn’t look at you. "It’s been more than a month. And that won’t change."

You feel like you’re facing an immovable wall. There’s no emotion there, just flat words that make your heart emptier.

"Why won’t you give them a chance to look for me? Why do you keep holding me here?" The question slips out, unplanned.

Sae raises an eyebrow, his eyes still cold. "Because I love you, (Name). And I won’t let anyone take you from me."

Those words hang in the air, and although you’re used to how Sae talks, this time, something feels different. Is it anxiety? Or maybe fear? You’re not sure. But you can feel how dangerous that feeling is for Sae.

"So, you’re going to keep doing this?" you ask, trying to understand what’s going on in his head. "Keep me here, without giving me a chance to go back to my family?"

Sae looks at you deeply, then nods slowly. "I won’t give any chance to anyone who tries to separate us."

You can only stare at him, feeling like even though you keep asking, you won’t get the answer you want. And maybe, in the end, you’ll have to learn to accept this harsh reality—that Sae, with all his obsession and feelings, will never let you go.

• Day 56

Since that conversation, the atmosphere between you and Sae has become more tense. Although he still acts the same, something has changed. Something you can’t quite explain. You feel more trapped than ever, and every day that passes gives you less hope of returning home.

Today, after a few days of no serious conversations, you try asking again, even though you know the answer won’t be different from before.

Sae is sitting at the dining table, folding some papers he just read. You sit across from him, pausing for a moment, trying to find the right words. But eventually, you decide to ask again, even though you know it might trigger tension.

"Sae," you begin, speaking softly but firmly, "Won’t they... my family, won’t they look for me? Doesn’t anyone know where I am?"

Sae lifts his gaze from the paper he folded, looking at you with his usual calm eyes. "No, they don’t know. And it’s better that way."

You feel the anger building up inside you again. "Why? Why won’t you let me go? I want to see them, Sae! I can’t keep living like this!"

Sae’s response comes quickly and flatly. "You’re not going anywhere, (Name). I won’t let you."

But this time, there’s a deeper, firmer tone. It feels like he’s starting to sense the tension between the two of you. However, he doesn’t show any irritation, just determination.

"This isn’t your decision to make," you say, your voice trembling with frustration. "This is my life, Sae. Not yours. I have a family who’s probably looking for me, and you..." you can’t continue. The words feel too painful, but they’re all locked inside your heart, buried deep.

Sae leans back in his chair, staring at you with an empty expression. "I know this is hard for you, but trust me, it’s for the best for both of us."

"The best?" you ask, almost sounding like a joke. "This isn’t for the best, Sae! You don’t understand, do you? You don’t understand what it means to have a family that loves you, who’s probably missing you."

Sae is silent for a few seconds, as if he’s processing your words. Then, with a more serious tone, he replies, "I understand better than you think. But I can’t let you go. I’ve chosen you, (Name). I won’t ever let you go just like that."

You feel almost broken hearing those words. Even though there’s some trust in him, in Sae, who’s always present in his strange way—whether out of fear or the love he has for you—whether it’s real or just obsession—you know, your feelings are very different.

• Day 60

Days go by and each one feels like more pressure. The longer you stay here, the harder it becomes to tell what’s right and what’s wrong. On one hand, you still want to go back to your family, but on the other hand, Sae, in his strange way, has given you so many things. Attention, food, comfort, and also a sense of security—even though it all comes at a very high price.

However, your curiosity doesn’t die down. You keep trying to ask about the past, about Sae, about your family. But Sae always gives ambiguous answers. Sometimes his answers make you feel a little more at ease, but more often, they only add to your confusion.

You approach him again that night, when Sae is staring out the window. You feel it’s time to ask a deeper question.

"Sae..." you start, your voice a bit shaky. "You said you know a lot about me... since I was little."

Sae turns to you, his usual sharp gaze now softer, a little worried. "Yes."

"So... why didn’t you tell me everything? Why didn’t you tell me more about yourself, about our relationship, or even about our past that I can’t remember?"

Sae takes a deep breath, as if trying to choose his words carefully. "There are many things better left forgotten. I just want you to focus on us, not the past."

You feel anger, confusion, and even a little hurt. "But I don’t know who I am! I don’t know who you are! And you always avoid every question I ask!"

Sae stands up and walks closer, looking at you deeply. "We’re going to live this life together, (Name). That’s all that matters. No need to know more. No need to find reasons."

You stare at him, feeling like there’s a growing emptiness between the two of you. Sae might be okay living this way, but you? You can’t just forget your past and your family.

"Can I go back one day? Back home, Sae?" you ask in a weak tone, unsure if he’ll answer honestly.

Sae smiles faintly, and even though it looks like a calming smile, there’s something very dark behind it. "You’re already home, (Name)."

That answer only makes your feelings even more mixed up. You don’t know if it means he really wants to live with you, or if he just wants to trap you in the world he’s made.

But one thing you know for sure, as long as Sae is by your side, you’ll never be truly free.

• Day 62

On Day 62, you start to feel something strange stirring within you. The tension that once existed between you and Sae begins to ease, although it hasn’t completely disappeared. Each day, he continues in his usual calm way, taking you to far places, giving you attention that you can’t deny, making you feel somewhat comfortable. But that comfort comes with an anxiety that never fades. What does Sae really want from you? You’re still confused.

But there’s something odd in your heart. As time passes, your fear begins to fade, and something darker replaces it. Maybe it’s because you’ve been here too long. Maybe it’s because, somehow, you’ve started to feel that the world outside is slowly disappearing.

• Day 64

On Day 64, you wake up in the morning with a vague feeling. Amidst the outside noise and Sae’s usual calm presence, you feel confused. Even when you wonder about your family, you feel farther away from satisfying answers. You don’t even know why you keep asking anymore.

"You look different," Sae says one day, noticing you in deep thought. You just shrug, ignoring the fact that your answers seem to be fading from your mind too.

"I’m fine," you reply flatly.

But deep inside, you know that’s not entirely true. You’ve started to forget many things—the faces you once loved, places you once knew, even the sounds around you that once felt so familiar. All of that is fading, as if Sae has rewritten this world, and you’re just following along.

• Day 78

On Day 78, you spend more time reading the book Sae gave you. You read, but you’re not really paying attention. Every page feels empty, like parts of you are disappearing. There’s no curiosity anymore. What once mattered now feels trivial. What you once wanted now feels distant, and Sae... Sae has already become part of this world.

"Why don’t you try to escape again?" Sae asks one day, as if he knows how weak your desire to escape is.

"Because I don’t know where to go," you answer without emotion. "Maybe, this is my place."

He just nods, seeming satisfied with your answer. You feel like you don’t have any reason to resist anymore. Sae might be right. What else should you be fighting for?

• Day 97

On Day 97, you feel even more distant from your past. Something that once touched your soul seems to have disappeared. The name of your family no longer feels important. You no longer feel anxious or pressured, even though this reality feels strange. Sae is still here, and although you can’t fully understand what he wants, you no longer feel lonely. Somehow, he has become the only person you know.

You sit with him in the living room, watching TV. The atmosphere isn’t so strange anymore. It feels like this is now your routine.

"You never ask about my past," Sae says one time. "Aren’t you curious?"

"You’ve already told me everything I need to know," you reply with a smile that almost doesn’t feel sincere. You feel empty, but for some reason, it doesn’t bother you anymore.

• Day 100

On the 100th day, you finally realized one thing: you’ve forgotten almost everything. The faces of your family, the voices of your friends, even the home that once felt so warm now seemed like a distant memory. Everything about your past self seemed to be fading away.

You sit next to Sae, gazing at the sky, which seemed different, though you no longer think about it. Occasionally, Sae glances at you, as if observing every change in you. You know he’s watching, but you no longer feel anxious. There is no fear within you anymore.

"Do you feel different?" Sae asks gently.

"Yes," you answer softly, looking at your own hands. "I feel... I’ve forgotten so many things."

Sae smiles in a way that’s hard for you to read. "It’s okay. This is your home now."

You nod slowly. Something inside you is gone, and even though it feels strange, you can no longer remember what is missing. Maybe this is the new life— the life Sae has made for you.

And at that moment, you realize, you no longer care.

The end.

This is the bonus chap for the.. explanations??

[tbhyknow]

𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗡𝗨𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 .ᐟ

summary, it was raining. and this time around, izumi didn't brought his umbrella. thankfully, he came across someone who does. unfortunately for him, it was the person he 'hated' the most.

featuring, izumi sena w/ gender-neutral!reader (romantic)

tags, (mostly) fluff, one-sided rivalry, just izumi things, implied childhood friends, izumi in denial core, mandatory ooc tag

notice, i feel like this idea could work for another character like tsukasa but.... idk izumi's the first guy i thought of when i came up with the idea.

(name) (lastname). oh, how izumi dreaded that name every single time he hears it.

there's not a particular thing about you he doesn't like. maybe it was your face or your voice, even the way you walk, but he seems to hate something in every aspect of your being... irritating. much worse is that his unit members teases him for it.

"ne, secchan, why are you so obsessed with (name)?" ritsu had brought up during practice break. the other knights members looked towards izumi who froze upon the question asked, midway picking up his water bottle.

"ha? obsessed?" izumi turned his head, furrowing his brows as a tick mark appeared on his forehead. why is he even bringing this up?

arashi chuckled from her side of the room, folding her arms over her chest. "oh, don't mind izumi, he's always been like that when it comes to (name). especially back when we're still kids." she then shook her head, "although i am interested to hear your feelings about (name)."

izumi clicked his tongue, his mood only souring as they pester him. "tsk, what's there to even talk about? feelings? i don't have any feelings for them. they're just so annoying that it's distracting me from my work."

leo tilted his head, "distracting? how?"

izumi opened his mouth, ready to spit out whatever reason he could think of to excuse his hate towards you. and yet something comes out, his vocal chords felt weak against the lump of muscles in his throat and his heart began thumping in an odd pattern when your face pops up in his mind.

what could he say about you? you're... you. as weird as it sounds.

he shook his head, sighing. "... do i need a reason to not like them? they're just... too much."

"sounds to me you have a crush on 'em." ritsu teased, causing the others— leo and arashi —to start teasing him too.

"a crush? i didn't think of that before, but that sounds about right!"

"little izumi is growing up, so cute~"

"it's ok, we still love and accept you for who you are."

the grey-haired boy felt his face flush in embarrassment, he opened his mouth to shout at them and tell them off but the words keept dying in his throat, not letting him speak properly.

"shut up, will you? there's nothing right about me crushing on them! i hate them." izumi huffed, turning away and hiding his face to avoid any further teasing. "there's no way i'd ever like someone like them. so annoying..."

even as he said that with such confidence, his face was still red as a beet and his heart continued to beat weirdly.

i don't get it. why do i feel like this? it's irritating. he bit his lip, closing his eyes and trying his best to clear his mind, to set his heartbeat normal again. but when he did, all he could see was your face. your disgustingly pretty face.

eventually, practice had resumed as usual. but each time he glances at the miror, he could see a mirage of you sitting in the background and clapping your hands to support him.

his heart wouldn't beat normally again.

.

.

.

the following weeks were not... the best weeks izumi had faced. everytime he was out with arashi, leo or ritsu and there was coincidentally an advertisement with (name)'s face on it, they'd point it out and call him out in it.

thankfully, tsukasa couldn't care less about the whole ordeal but lately he's been getting on izumi's last nerves by reminding him to focus on idol work instead of his little crush... it didn't take long until nearly the entirety of new-di knows about it.

and just like every other day, he carefully making his way out of the ES building after having to deal with the knights' teasing, he was immediately greeted the sight of thundering grey skies and the heavy pitter-pattering of rain.

just great. just exactly what he needed.

and unfortunately for the usually responsible izumi sena, he did not bring an umbrella with him.

he sighed, running his hand through his grey locks and tugging on them out of frustration. without no other choice, he stood there under the frigid, concrete shade with the cold seeping through his clothes. he crossed his arms and looked at the sky, waiting for the rain to end.

he waited, and waited. and waited some more. then 30 minutes pass and the sky has gotten darker and darker with no sign of the rain letting up anytime soon.

does he need to make a run for it? seek shelter under tree shades, rest for a few minutes before challenging the rain again until he reached home?

izumi groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "i should've checked the weather app." he muttered to himself. "when will this end?"

then, a voice responded. "from what i could see, it doesn't look like it'll be ending soon." a familiar, teeth-grinding voice responded to his rhetorical question.

izumi glanced behind him, his gaze sharp and indifferent as it landed on your smiling face before moving down to the automatic umbrella in your hands.

he watched you move closer to the edge of the porch and open your umbrella. the bright red umbrella standing out in the bleak, grey atmosphere. you turned your head towards him, your smile gentle and warm in contrast to the harsh weather.

even in your presence, you managed to make the rain what once was ruthless and unrelenting on its fall on earth, look like a drizzle.

"wanna share?" is what you only said to him, offering your hand towards him. for him to take and join you under the umbrella.

izumi flinched, but managed to hide it well underneath his aloof expression. he expected you to just leave him there, offering a half-hearted good luck. after all, you must not like him too, right? izumi sena and (name) (lastname) never gets along... or at least that's how he perceives it to be.

he hesitated, staring down at your hand, unsure if it was worth it. when was the last time you guys held hands before? or was there even a time when you two did that? izumi couldn't remember. no matter how weird the nostalgia the scene gives him.

then, he sighed and shook his head. "fine. but if my clothes get wet, you're going to clean it." he threatened casually and took your hand.

he nearly slipped on his way to find cover under your umbrella and glared at you as if you were responsible for it. "give me that." he, without a warning, snatched the umbrella from your hands and held it up. "it's better if the taller person held the umbrella.

you chuckled, "such a gentleman. although, you were always like that, i guess."

"what's that supposed to mean?" he glanced at you. his hold on your hand gentle but firm, a subconscious act on his part.

"nothing, nothing. let's just hurry up before the rain gets worse."

.

.

.

"hey, hold my hand!" a young boy shouted at another child, reaching out his hand towards them while the other was occupied holding an umbrella.

the child sat on the wet concrete, merely looking up at the grey-haired boy with an expression akin to awe. the boy, seemingly not appreciating the wait, glared at him and puffed his cheeks.

"hey, are you deaf or something? take my hand before i take it back!" he threatened, although at that moment, it seemed unlikely he'll do that.

the rain continued to pour down in them, the pitter-patter ringing loud throughout the empty street. then, snapping out of their trance, the other child finally took his hand and held onto it tightly.

the boy pulled them up with all the strength a kid his age could muster and kept them close under the safety of the umbrella.

"jeez, you're so reckless. falling down like that." he scolded them, shaking their head like a disappointed parent. "next time, hold my hand much tighter. just like that. i can't have you falling again or else i'll get in trouble."

he didn't get a response other than them squeezing his hand. he squeezed theirs back in response, as if to reassure them that they'll be fine. the boy looked away, hiding the growing blush on his face from them.

"come on, let's go. the rain might get worse."

notice, is this in game lore accurate. ik he's obsessed with makoto in their childhood days but this js came to me in a fever dream and ooooough i js need to write this. also we js got hit by like 4 typhoons, but that ok im a winner and i rlly like winning 🫶

likes, reblogs && general feedback r appreciated!

[plussizefantasia]

CozyTober Day 3: Chilly Fall Day

Eddie Munson x gf!reader

wc: ~ 0.9k

warnings: none

a/n: I haven't for Eddie in so long so forgive me if he's kind of ooc. Thanks for reading, if you liked the story reblog so more people can see it! I'll see y'all tomorrow for day 4!

You loved spending time with your boyfriend, honestly, you really couldn’t spend enough time with him in your opinion. Which means you need to take all the moments you get. Even if it means eating your lunch outside on an old picnic table while your breath clouds out in front of you. Eddie had offered you his jacket but you declined, you love Eddie with all your heart but he has no meat on his bones and you don’t want to be responsible for getting him sick especially because you’ll be the one who has to take care of him if he does.

It is quiet out here, peaceful. You don’t have to worry about Jason and his cronies. You don’t have to put up with the gossiping gaggle of cheerleaders and you definitely don’t have to breathe in the cloud of B.O. that seems to coat the whole cafeteria. It’s nice out here, fresh and relaxing. Well as relaxing as spending time with Eddie ever is.

Currently, he is ten minutes into a vivid explanation of his plan for the Hellfire Club session this week. He said he wants your input on some of the puzzles he’s going to use to trap the party and hold them in the labyrinth he had created. You’re lying with your back on the table, staring up into the sky. In the corner of your vision;  the yellows and oranges of the tall oak trees that boarded the school property dance and sway. And straight above you is the blank canvas of the sky. It looks dreary from this angle, grey and muted; a complete antithesis to the bright blues of only a month ago.

“Do you think a math question is too easy, babe? If it was just the old guys I wouldn’t be worried but that new kid Dustin is pretty smart he might be able to chew right through it.”

“I don’t know Eds how hard do you want the puzzle to be?” You ask. 

“Well, I don’t want them to get stuck forever and die ‘cause what the fun in that ya know? But I do want there to be some stakes.”

“What if you did a riddle? Like a really hard one. Maybe a Shakespeare reference? I can let you borrow some of my anthologies.” 

“Hmm, maybe. I don’t know I guess I’m just worried that the campaign is getting lame.”

“Why would it be lame?” You sit up and look at him raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know. But there was this one kid who came with the new guys. I think his name was Carl or something but he keeps ditching us for basketball practice and I’m like… am I not making it fun enough?”

“Eddie, baby. You’re an amazing dungeon master. Who cares what some freshman thinks of your campaign? Especially if he’s choosing to hang out with Jason in his free time, obviously he’s got issues.” You deadpan. You will not let some snot nose thirteen year old make Eddie feel like shit. 

“God babe you always know what to say to get my brain to stop going like ninety miles a second.” Eddie pops up from his own reclined position and leans into your space to plant a big wet kiss on your cheek, equally endearing as it is kind of gross.

“I know. It’s like my superpower.” You wiggle your fingers at your boyfriend and raise an eyebrow at him. You both fall into laughter. 

“You look nice with leaves in your hair.” He changes the subject.

“I have leaves in my hair?!” Your hands shoot up to the crown of your head and search for the offending foliage. You find three and rip them out with a ferocity not exactly warranted. 

Eddie, the bastard just sits there laughing at you and doing not a damn thing to help. A thought pops into your mind. You stand up and hop down from the bench. Your boots crunching the leaves where you land. 

Eddie, still occupied with laughing his stupid butt off doesn’t pick up on your plan for revenge. You bend over and scoop into your own arms, a pile of leaves from the ground. Turning abruptly and throwing them up into the air above Eddie. They rain down on him, covering his hair and shoulders, falling into his lap and even sticking to his socks. His laugh peters off at the same time yours erupts from your gut. 

Eddie tries to stop the smile from spreading across his face when he takes in your relaxed pose and the sound of your laughter. He stands up and raises an eyebrow at you. 

When you see the mischief on his face your laugh stops and you begin to take careful steps away from him. Eddie, not waiting a second longer practically launches himself from the table and onto the ground. Seconds later he has tackled you towards the ground, flipping the two of you at the last second so you land on his chest. 

One, or two seconds go by before you both start laughing once more, much calmer this time. You stare into each other's eyes and help to pick the leaves out of each other's hair. 

Yeah… spending time with Eddie really is your favorite thing.

[cupiohearts]

I WISH YOU LOVE ! - reminiscing with gun.

(cant catch me now series). GUN VER. dg ver. goo ver

they see you everywhere. james, jonggun, joongoo. they find bits and pieces of you lying around in their pockets, their houses and memories. it depends on which one it is which scene they see you in.

for GUN, he cant figure out for the life of anyone why they would wish someone that moved on in life the best of luck. he was a selfish man. when you disappeared from him, he mutters bitterly to himself wishing curses upon your name. the tear drops on the letter you wrote to him being the symbolism behind it all.

why would he want you to do well without him? why did you have to leave him?

did you not care as much as you said you did? he furrows his eyebrow. taking another drag out of his cigarette while he watches the stupid couple on the street pick out matching items for each other.

"jonggun! jonggun! look come here! hurry up!" you hiss at him as you press your face against the glass of a window. it was the pet adoption center. a calico cat taking a nap in the window as you cood at it.

that was the ugliest cat hes ever seen. it's eyes looked a bit too similar to the one you always give him when you want him to do something ridiculous for you.

"its cute" he gruffly says. you raise an eyebrow at him and made a face "youre a big fat liar. when we grow old with joongoo and james! we should all get a cat together!"

you giggle as you wiggled your finger at the cat. your breath fogging up the glass and when you pulled away he could see a slight bit of lipgloss- or lip tint- or whatever you were wearing on your lips that left it all glossy and shimmery left on the window.

he didnt say anything about it. he probably shouldve. you left the window dirty with your makeup. the same lips he imagined himself kissing from to time.

he thinks again. gun is a selfish man. when he read the letter you gave him, he thinks to himself for a far longer period of time than what he would appreciate.

he picks up the small camera you left behind in your apartment. he kept it with him for some reason. it was to keep videos and photos of yourself so he wont forget all of the times hes had with you.

"gun stop! stop! stop- what in the world happened here?!" your voice can be heard from behind the camera. the camera work a bit shaky as you walk closer to the restaurant.

there were a lot of bodies on the floor. a lot. "did you take them all down by yourself?" you ask him. you already knew the answer. he didnt need to respond but he did "yes"

you let out a deep sigh "this was supposed to be a cute video! you just ruined it. i wanted to send my mom and dad videos of me while im still here!"

you never sent it. he almost wished you did. so your parents knew what your friends were in korea. gangsters hanging out with the most.. sane one. sane is a strong word. hed think more like you were the glue.

you held everyone together, but at the same time. you were the one keeping them in the past.

that wasnt what he thought as he read your note though.

while he reading the shaky lines with splotchy text. the tears you left on the paper made it all crumbly and the words were hard to read.

he could only wish you the worst time without him. you better not be happier than you were with him. thats how you made him feel. he felt like the vines growing around the fence around you. his growth was hindered by the boundaries you had. if you werent there, he wouldve probably never grown in the first place, but you were also the reason he couldnt get better.

even as he read the lines 'jongun, you are the one who destroyed me the most.' he felt a small smile come to his face. he really is the most selfish person he knew.

sooooo... im here. I DID THE SECONDPARTY YIPPEE 😋😋 is it messy idk

i havent proof read so im assuming its ok. if its ooc mb brother.

their personalities are hard to capture anyways live laufh love the lookism blondes <3 the hottest in the game frl

[waffledforbreakfast]

Sending Love Letters - [MUTI! BLLK X F!READER]

(SEPARATE) pt1

Staring: rin, sae, shidou, niko, kaiser

pt2: ness, otoya, karasu, Reo

[ BLLK Scenario Masterlist ]

TW: heavy ooc, bad grammar, bad spelling, bad formatting, cringe, scuff, etc.

>Rin

Rin just finished showering, and was going through his school bag. 

He tossed a few crumpled pieces of paper away, and pulled out his homework. As he did, a neatly crafted envelope slipped out from his notebook, the heart seal immediately catching his eyes.

He put his work aside and inspected the envelope, he did get occasional confessions at school, but this is the most effort and care he’s seen in one. His name was written in cursive on the back, indicating that the letter was in fact for him.

“Who sent it… Could it be-No, no no. They wouldn’t…” a familiar name popped into his head, but he’d never admit he was hoping it was you.

Rin sat down on his bed as he tore apart the letter carefully, making sure not to damage the paper. The letter was folded in half, little Sanrio characters around the border and neat handwriting 

His eyes skimmed the paper, reading every word while holding it tightly.

Rin’s face flushed as he read, by the end of it, he was red as a tomato. He’d never gotten so flustered from other confessions, why was it he felt so… strange reading this one? Was it because it was written in your handwriting? Or the fact that it was your initial sighed at the end? 

No no no, surely not. At least that’s what he told himself. “Right… It could be anyone, she’s not the only one with that initial, and there’s no way to be sure it’s her handwriting. She’s probably not the one who sent me this.”

He dropped the paper, losing interest.

Not even 12 seconds passed til he picked it up again, “Sh1t, what if it is her…” Rin’s face reddened at his own thoughts. He looked again at the handwriting.

“I’m sure she wrote this, that’s her handwriting. She always tilts her ‘E’ slightly, and that’s her pen for sure, she always writes in 0.38…. How do I know that-” He buried his face in his arms, embarrassed that he had unintentionally memorised almost everything about her.

“This is so pathetic, what if it’s not her…” he frowned at the thought, he’d spent more time than he’d like to admit on the letter, but he couldn’t bring himself away. He groaned as he fell back onto his pillow. On one hand, the love of his life might like him back, on the other, it could be some extra he didn’t care about.

He lay there for a few moments of silence before getting interrupted 

“So, you like someone?” Sae leaned against the open door of his room, observing Rin and his red face.

“I- HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE FOR!?” Rin shot up, quickly putting the letter under the blankets and threw his pillow at his brother 

Sae tried to hold in a laugh as he caught the pillow “Calm down Rin, I just came to let you know dinner’s ready.” he tossed the pillow back and waited for Rin

The younger brother rolled his eyes, face still red. But he got off his bed and closed the door behind him, heading to the dinner table.

“You should send her a letter back, tell her you like her too” Sae said, walking behind him

“... I don't like her.” Rin lied, trying to convince himself more than his brother

“Sure you don’t, [Y/N] right? You’ve mentioned her a few times”

“Once. I mentioned her once.” Rin glared at Sae

Sae just shrugged “Well, you mentioned her by name, so that’s something. Cmon, let’s eat.”

Rin rolled his eyes, but joined Sae anyway. 

Also Sae def threatened to tell their parents unless Rin told him more 🤭, so after dinner mostly consisted of Sae bullying Rin for it :> 

>Shidou

Shidou just finished showering, and was now lazing around doing nothing.

He was flipping through his sketchbook until he saw a cute envelope taped to an empty page (A/N: for those who don’t know, art’s actually his favourite subject :D we stan artist Shidou (all from the Egoist Bible/Wiki btw) )

He pulled it off with no particular care and would’ve ripped it open if not for the Hello Kitty decorations. Just kidding, he admired it for two seconds before tearing it apart.

He didn’t even read the words at first, he was just looking at the decorations.

That was until he noticed the handwriting, it looked exactly like yours. Then he immediately looked at who signed it, your initial. 

He sat there for a few seconds, contemplating. Did you really write this? Was this really meant for him? The moment that thought crossed his mind, he threw the paper and balled up in anticipation 

He started panicking, “Sh1t, did [Y/N] send this to me?? Fvck fvck fvck- oh g0d…” his face heated up, he didn’t care much about it until the possibility of you being the sender hit him.

Shidou immediately picked the letter back up, and the envelope it came in. His name was written in cursive on the back, and he had a strong feeling it was you. “She has a fountain pen right? This sort of letting can only be done with those kinds of tools, and not everyone has one!” His face lit up, hoping it was you who wrote to him. “Yes yes, I remember she had a bunch of Hello Kitty stickers, i think she was working on this in class too” Shidou recalled you writing with your fountain pen in class while he was working on a  sketch. And he did leave his sketchbook open on a blank page at one point- it was very possible you sent it.

He put the torn envelope down and silently apologized for ripping it before reading the letter. 

He was smiling and blushing through the whole thing, the thought of you liking him almost made him want to explode 😀 

He re-read his favourite part of “I like you, Shidou” like 6 times, and was genuinely freaking out.

He pinned the letter and envelope to his wall, and stared at it for like 2 min before telling himself to pull it together (he didn’t)

He promised he’d go profess his love to you tmr as well before (trying to) sleep.

Shidou was also incredibly grateful that you stuck it on a blank page of his sketchbook, for if you flipped back just a bit, you would’ve discovered all the drawings of you that he’d make in whatever classes he had with you.

And after he remembers to confess, he’ll add your letter and envelope to the little box of other drawing of you under his bed :3 

(Also I promise he uses those pictures for NORMAL purposes-) 

>Sae

(School AU! So he’s 3rd year highschool, Rin’s in his last year of secondary)

Sae was finally done with school, all he had to do now was to pick up Rin.

So he waited outside the school gates and scrolled his phone

“Nii-Chan!” Rin walked up to Sae, having grown the same height

“Hey Rin” Sae ruffled his hair, to which Rin frowned “Ready to go?”

Rin nodded before following Sae home, but then something caught his eye.

“There’s something in your hood, hold up.” Rin plucked the envelope out and looked at it, “There’s a heart stamp, is it from your girlfriend?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend” Sae rolled his eyes “You can throw it out”

“What? I thought you liked [Y/N]? What if she sent this?” 

“No I don’t.” Sae kept a straight face but paused “... Actually give me that” he snatched the paper out of his hands and inspected it carefully. He did remember when he was sleeping in his last class you walked by him, so there was a chance it was your doing.

Sae shoved it into his pocket, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Rin gave him a side eye, but kept quiet.

Once they got home, Sae went and locked himself in his room, which Rin did find a bit strange….

Sae sat down and took the letter out, the possibility of you sending it never leaving his thoughts.

He cut through the envelope with a letter opener and examined the contents. 

Sae read each word, letter them set in. His face would imply that he didn’t care, but the mere action of reading it would say otherwise. His hyper beating heart and racing thoughts weren’t helping either.

After he finished going through it, he had to take a moment to process. He then read it again to make sure he got it right. Sure there was no way to be sure you were the sender, but who else could it be? The 20 other people in the clash who probably also like him? Probably not.

“Sh1t, what do I do tomorrow… do i kiss her?? No no, that’s too soon.” Sae felt disappointed in himself for not knowing anything about romance or love. “Maybe I should just invite her to my soccer game, that’ll impress her.”

Suddenly, a knock his door was soon followed by Rin’s voice, “Dinner’s ready”

Sae sighed and put the letter away, telling himself he’ll deal with it later before joining his family for dinner

“So, Sae” His mother smirked, “Rin told me you have a girlfriend?”

Sae’s face turned to one of shock, embarrassment and betrayal. He turned to Rin and frowned at him. “He’s lying.” Sae stuffed some noodles into his face, not wanting to talk about it

His mother rolled her eyes, finding this very amusing. “You should write back, it’s impolite to keep her waiting.”

“Sure…” Sae said, pretending to only be half-listening, “That’s not a terrible idea…”

>Niko

“Thank you” Niko gave the school librarian a quick bow, taking the manga in his hands. He just finished a series and was looking to start a new one, luckily the librarian had some recommendations, and it seemed that she very much wanted him to read it

He went to the back of the library and sat down on one of the bean bags and started flipping through it. It was a manga about high school romance, and though this was not usually his cup of tea, it was highly rated online so he thought he’d take a look.

He sat for a few hours, just reading it, occasionally sipping snacking on some pocky

Niko had just finished the first volume, and was about to go get the second one, until he saw an envelope sticking out from the last page

He took it out and held it up to the light, there seemed to be a letter inside, and based off the heart seal on the front, it was probably a love letter. 

“Should I open it? No that’s rude, it’s not mine anyway… but how would they know? Who is this even for?” he flipped the envelope around, and there was his name written out in cursive

He had to take a moment to process, this was meant for him?? He looked around, confused. Was someone watching him? But he was the only person in the library at the time, “Please don’t tell me I have a stalker…” 

He opened the envelope nonetheless, and started reading. He found it very hard to believe that someone liked him, barely any girls talked to him. Except for you

Niko’s face flushed, was it really possible that you sent it to him? No no, there’s no way you like him. Right? I mean sure, the signed initial was yours, but there’s just no way! 

He went back up to the front desk to interrogate the librarian. And to get the next volume of the manga

But the librarian insisted that she didn’t know anything, but the smile on her face said otherwise. Niko sighed, slightly disappointed that she wouldn’t tell him if you were the sender, or if it was staged at all. What if you were just trying to embarrass him?!

He took the second volume and left with the letter in hand, feeling unsatisfied 

Niko couldn’t stop thinking of you, even once he got home. He re-read it like 20 times, arguing with himself about what to do.

He groaned, “I should really do something else, I've been spending too much time on this.” Niko picked up his book and decided to read that instead.

But he didn’t make it very far before you invaded his mind, curse the book for being a romantic one.

Niko sighed, he should really sort this out, shouldn’t he? Or the feeling will eat at his heart forever. He hesitated before dialing up Aiku. Was this a good idea? Probably not, but whatever.

“Heyyy, Niko my man, wassup?”

“K so, there’s this girl I like…”

Niko explained the situation quickly to him, and asked him for his advice

“Pull her in by the hips and say her lips look lonely!” Aiku said confidently

“... I’m hanging up.”

“NIKO NOO-”

Niko sat there in silence, wondering what to do now. “I should probably confess too… BUT WHAT IF SHE WASN’T EVEN THE SENDER?”

Just then, he got a text from Aiku,

“Just send her a letter back ;)” -> “Thank you, for your one good piece of advice.”

>Kaiser

Kaiser had gotten back from practice a while ago, now scrolling his phone.

Suddenly, a message appeared.

[IMAGE]

Usually Kaiser would’ve just let Ness do it for him, but Isagi called him a brainless b1tch the other day, so he felt the need to prove him wrong

Kaiser sighed as he opened the math workbook, most things being written by Ness

He flipped until he got to the assigned pages, throwing some headphones on to focus

He pulled out his pen and got to work. A pencil you say? Tch, those are for people who make mistakes, Kaiser cleared the questions easily.

“That was easy, see Isagi? I’m not the dumb one.” he smugly thought to himself 

He was about to put the book away, until an envelope popped out.

“Did Ness leave this here?” he took the paper in his hands, flipping it around. His name was written out in fancy cursive, this definitely wasn’t Ness’

Kaiser didn’t hesitate for a second before ripping it open and reading it

With every word written, his pride and ego grew. And by the end, he was 100% sure he was gonna bag you. Was it even proven that you were the one who sent it? No- but he was convinced you liked him.

He wondered how long the letter was in there for, it’s been a while since he’s touched his math homework.

A/N: Yea im just posting all wattpad stuff now.... i feel forced to put an A/N

[kairiscorner]

i just want what's best for you. — miles 1610 x reader

summary: no matter how much miles may love you, you still have to get through his mom for you two to be together. first impressions didn't go so well, and now... now you're starting to think she's right about you. but somehow, you both come to an understanding, and... eventually, an understanding can be made between you two. pairing: miles 1610 x gn!reader genre: slight angst + comfort word count: 2,045 request: Could you do a miles (42 or 1610 or both) x reader where his mom isn’t to fond of her but, it’s only because she doesn’t want to see him get hurt. And reader considers breaking up with him and his mom overhears and feels bad. a/n: hello lovely anon !! omg this was really fun to do ngl, I WILL BE SO CRUSHED IF THIS GETS FLOPPED RGHHHHH i will cry bUT ANYWAY I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, AND SORRY FOR THE CRAPPY SPANISH AND PROBABLY OOC RIO, I'M SORRY, I TRIED...........

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

meeting your partners' parents is never easy; it can be fun, if their parents take a liking to you and are amicable--maybe if they see you as family already for them, then you've hit the jackpot. though, in your case, you couldn't be any worse off than that. you did a few things that miles' parents didn't approve of, a few things that didn't settle right with them or made them slightly cautious about you. be it due to how you look, your lifestyle, your manner of speech and nonchalance around them, how you try a little too hard or not enough to get on their good sides--whatever it was, it didn't make them entirely fond of nor trust you, especially with the fact that you were dating their son and they have made it very clear to him: "no dating until you're 25".

they eventually gave in to miles' persuasion that he was 'old enough' to be dating, to be asking you out and going out with you, and being able to spend time with you without having to hide from his parents where he's been and what he's been doing. his father had to vouch for him, after he made miles swear he and you wouldn't be doing anything stupid nor hide anything from them, and though he trusts miles... he has little faith in you, seeing as how you two hardly speak and only exchange nods, glances, and greetings whenever you're around at miles' place. jeff isn't much of a problem for you, though, he's since accepted that his son loves you and that he wants to be with you--but miles' mom, rio, still hasn't come around to that fact.

in complete honesty... every time rio looks at you, you feel like she's glaring at you, staring you down, sometimes outright judging you in her head. miles swears she doesn't mean anything bad with how she looks at you nor how she speaks, even though she may sound dismissive around you. you try to believe miles, even though it does sometimes come off that rio wants nothing between you and her son. but that whole blind fantasy came crashing down around you during dinner one night when rio confronted miles passive-aggressively and a bit subtly on why his grades seemed to be going down and why some nights, he's out of his room when she comes in.

you were going to speak to miles in the kitchen, ask him if he'd like to watch a movie tonight in his room since you two hardly have time for each other these days, but you stopped in your tracks when you heard rio and miles' voices in the kitchen, sounding as if they were arguing over something. you crept close to the doorway, knowing that eavesdropping on their private conversation was wrong, but you wouldn't have stayed if you just didn't hear rio utter your name, followed by: "i don't even know why you picked them, but mijo, i... i have no reason to believe they're not the reason why you're so distracted these days. don't you think that, maybe... they're a bad influence on you?"

a cold stinging feeling shot up your body and spine as you heard rio talk about you like that, with your eyes widening as you realized what she just proposed to miles: she thinks you're a bad influence on her son. miles defended you, however, claiming that he hasn't even been able to see you for days at a time, that you're busy with personal stuff and school--that you aren't a bad influence on him, none of this is your fault. rio tried to hear miles out, but none of it was computing to her; in her eyes, her son was a good boy who couldn't do anything to disappoint her, maybe do a few wrongs here and there, but he'd never let something like a bad performance at school progress, and he would especially quit sneaking out at night after the first few times, right?

"mom, i'm telling you, they're not involved with anything bad, i'm not involved in anything bad! i just... look, i'm..." miles stuttered as he tried to explain to his mother all these anomalous occurrences and his behavior recently, and due to this hesitation, rio's resolve to pin the blame on you had only gotten worse. "mijo, look at me. please, just... tell your mom the truth. i don't want you to get hurt, to jeopardize yourself and your well-being all for some... person you like. what is it you're doing that's distracting you? is it them? it's gotta be them, otherwise you wouldn't–miles! aún no he terminado de hablar, jovencito, vuelve aquí!" rio called after her son as miles had enough and ran off out of the kitchen, feeling frustrated that his own mother couldn't even believe him that neither of you were up to anything bad. if he lied again, she'd be pissed; and if he told her the truth, she'd be even more pissed, it was a lose-lose scenario for him that had no good solution. at least... not one he'd like.

you crept up the stairs and knocked on miles' door, calling out to him in a soft voice. miles opened the door a crack, and once he verified it was indeed you, he opened the door wider and faced you properly. before you could get a word out, he immediately wrapped you in a big hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "man, babe, i'm... oh, am i glad to see you..." he whispered as you hugged him back, a little saddened at what you were about to tell him, about to do to him.

miles pulled away eventually and welcomed you into his room, closing the door behind you two as you he told you could sit down by his bed, as usual. you hesitantly sat down next to him, tensing up a little as you took your seat on his plush bed. he looked over at you with concern tinting his eyes; he reached out for you as you looked down to the floor, away from him. "hey, babe... what's wrong? did i do something, did something... happen?" he asked you as he brushed away the stray hairs on your forehead as you looked at him with sadness filling your frame. you breathed a sigh of reluctance as you fidgeted with your fingers, feeling that if you did this, you'd be doing him and his parents a favor--but on the other hand, you'd be crushing him to bits.

you took in a deep breath and finally exhaled after holding it in for a bit as you gazed back at him, with miles looking at you so anxiously and murmuring if you were alright, if he could do anything to help, but... this was all that could be done now. "miles... you can't be dating me anymore. i'm sorry, it's... my fault." you said in a quieted voice, though the way you said it sounded very vague, miles still felt incredibly crushed and confused by what you meant that 'it was your fault'.

a look of hurt dashed his face as he brought his hand upon yours and reassured you that, no, whatever you meant, it couldn't have been your fault. he tried to comfort you and help you realize that whatever was going on between you two, he'd make up for it. "is it... is it because we aren't able to, y'know, to... be together all the time? is that it...?" he asked you nervously as you shook your head, still looking away from him. miles heaved a little as he tried to calm himself down, rationalize first what could've been the reason why you wanted to suddenly break up with him after he just defended you in front of his mother without you knowing... or... or did you?

how could you explain to miles that a breakup isn't something you wanted, but felt was best for... well, not for you two, but for his parents to quit getting on his case? you didn't hate his parents, not one bit, you understood their concerns if you were in their shoes–but you didn't know what else to do, you couldn't stand seeing miles get chewed out by his own mother for your sake. you sighed as you tried to hold back your tears, as your throat flared up as you kept your sob in and shook your head. "it has nothing to do with you, miles. like i said, it's... it's my fault. i'm sorry, look, i don't... i don't think i'm good enough for you." you tried telling him without breaking down right then and there as miles kept getting his heart pierced in every which way with every word you uttered.

miles tried to understand, but most of all, he kept rambling to you how you both could make it work, he'll be there–it isn't... whatever happened between you two, it isn't your fault. miles teared up a little as he kept holding on to your hand, but his tears finally fell when you let go of his hand and got up to leave. "wait, love–!" he called out for you as you opened the door and, surprise-surprise, his mother was there by the door, listening in on you two with a sad expression.

you yelped when you saw her, with her yelping as well–miles yelped at the both of you yelping, and rio had to tell you both to calm down... no one need to break up with anybody. "i came to say that... that i'm sorry, mijo, and... i'm sorry i've been so cold to you." she said as she looked at you with guilt and remorse in her eyes and tone. she sighed as she leaned against the doorway and looked away from the two of you.

"i don't hate you, i'm just... scared, is all. i'm worried you won't love my boy as much as you say you can, because... i can't control either of you, i can't know what you both do at all times, especially you, miles." she said as she pointed at miles, with miles looking at her with a confused gaze. rio sighed again as she walked over to you and looked up at your eyes, placing her hand on your chin to get you to look at her square in the face.

"i'm sorry if i made it seem like... it was your fault my son hasn't been honest with me–" she said as she shot miles an angry look, "–but you have no fault in this. i'm sorry, just, mother instincts got out of hand." she apologized as you smiled and nodded. "it's okay, mrs. morales..." you said as she smiled. "you know, i kinda like you a little better now. 'mrs. morales', finally..." she said with a smile as you chuckled, with rio telling miles he can still be with you and go out with you if he promises never to sneak out anymore and to get those grades back up.

miles nodded as he told his mom he has to talk to you, alone. "okay, but no locked doors–" "yeah, yeah, got it mom!" miles called out from behind the door as he closed it on her. you rubbed the back of your neck as miles looked down at the ground, the both of you feeling really awkward but pretty relieved at the same time with how that 'breakup' between you two was very short lived.

miles cleared his throat as he began to speak, but you rushed up and hugged him, murmuring how glad you are that you didn't have to leave him. miles reciprocated your hug and whispered back to you he'd never let anybody–not even his own parents–get in the way of him loving you dearly. he was just glad his mom, though very slowly–started to realize you weren't a distraction to him, but someone he cared about.

he understands all she wants is the best for him, but... maybe now was the time he decided what was best for him on his own, and that'd be with you by his side, letting him love you wholeheartedly.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @fiannee @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @onginlove @meowmoraless

[yuheartss]

𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 ���𝐀𝐈𝐑

IN WHICH — saiki k meets a girl with a pink afro, she reminds him of cotton candy …

౨ৎ WC? 742 wordss

౨ৎ warnings! - fem!reader, fluff, unedited , lowercase intended!

౨ৎ a/n: I think I made him a little ooc but I hope not.. if I did please tell me! constructive criticism is welcome js don’t b mean₊ ⊹₊ ⊹

you always hung out with Kaidou, not because he was your only friend or anything— it’s just that he was just one of the people who didn’t give you weird looks about your skin or hair, you moved to Japan when you were in junior high and been here ever since your mum got a job transfer

today, kaidou was going to introduce you to his friends from his class, of course, you were very nervous you thought of the worst possible situations ever. What if they make weird comments about my hair?? You thought, twisting some of your curls around your finger

Kaidou seemed to notice your nervousness and patted you back, “don’t be nervous! My friends are great- not saying you aren’t, your like really great but- it’s just- you know..” you laugh at his attempt to cheer you up “thanks kaidou” you chuckled now getting up from the bench you were on

his friends finally showed up, a big guy with a strangely enormous butt chin, a pink haired boy who looks like he’s so done with everything, three girls (one which was glowing somehow??) a boy with red hair, and two other purple haired boys

“You sure do have a lot of friends Kai…” you muttered as he awkwardly chuckled, you stood up straight as a foot shorter yet glowing girl approached you with a brunette and orange brown behind her, the glowing girl took your hands in hers “your so pretty! I love your hair! What’s your name? I’m teruhashi kokomi!”

Teruhashi gave you a smile that blinded you for a bit but you could just see that her face screams not as pretty as me but your still good looking you gave her an awkward smile “hi.. I’m l/n y/n nice to meet you teruhashi and thanks!”

Teruhashi introduced the shorter girl as Yumehara and the girl to her left as chi sati she waved at you while she was scarfing down a double cheeseburger now this this is what impressed you she had a whole bag full just waiting to be devoured

Then teruhashi introduced the red haired boy, which everybody called him hairo so you will too then both of the purple boys greeted you themselves the firsts name was koboyasu and the second was Toritsuka; almost immediately they began to share both of their life story with you

You stood there with all your weight on your right leg slowly tuning out the boys and the rest of the gang why are they telling me their life story!?! I don’t care! You thought, whining softly underneath your breath someone nudges your arm softly you looked up at the also pink haired guy he nods his head at you and walks off “follow me” you hear a voice in your head

You turn back to the crew then at kaidou then you look back at the guy you hesitantly take a step forward “good grief..we’ll be back they won’t even know we’re gone” you pause for a sec and mutter an ok before walking away with him wait what if he kidnaps me?! What the hell am I doing—

“Don’t flatter yourself” he says, walking in front of you, your eyebrow twitched in annoyance to which a faint smile lands upon his lips “so where are we going?” You ask now walking side by side

“I was going to the convenient store before they showed up and dragged me along, so that’s where we’re going” he informed you looking at your hair, he must’ve been staring for a while because you noticed “what?” You questioned him getting a little defensive

“Your hair…” he began as he opened the door to the store for you “what about it?” You say following him as he went to get his snack of choice, he picked out some coffee jelly that came in three

He didn’t answer, you sighed and went to get a dessert too “you know…I’ve never even asked for your name..” you say just know realizing that you’ve been with this teen and never asked he turned to you as he payed for both of your treats “Saiki”

“Okay saiki, tell me what you were gonna say about my hair” you semi demand and quietly thanking him for buying the treat, you can clearly see him hesitating “just say it man” you hurry starting to get impatient

“….it reminds me of cotton candy”

[alisdarkwrites]

“Marriage contract”

Yandere Sunday, ratio and aventurine fic ♡︎

Tws - heavy nonc0n, coercion, forced relationship, double penetration, spanking

All pain barely any comfort fic :(

Probably all ooc

Sunday had brought you to a small room. You didn’t know why. No matter how many times you asked he just blew off your questions saying you’d find out when ratio and aventurine came back. The room had four chairs. Three were next to each other, huddled up. Then there was one lone chair on the opposite side of the round table. You had been instructed to sit in the lone chair.

Then he came back. Ratio and Aventurine were with him, but there was a giant stack of papers in his hand. They sat down, ratio staring at you, aventurine looking over at Sunday, and Sunday fixing the papers, lightly tapping the bottom on the table to make a better looking stack. “Listen, we have a contract we want you to sign. If you don’t choose to sign it now, we will fuck you until you do.” Sunday leaned his head on his hand, having an amused smirk on his face. “What?” It was all you could say.

“Let’s read the contract now, shall we?” He picked up the stack of papers, starting to read it off.

“If you sign this contract you will belong to Sunday, Veritas Ratio, and Aventurine. You will be forced into a marriage with all three of them. You will not be able to break this contract once signed. Signing this also includes giving up your right to make your own decisions, you must be backed up by atleast two of your husbands. You will only be allowed outside if accompanied by two of your husbands. You must hold hands with both while out, or you will be punished.” He kept going on and on. All of it was so cruel. Signing it would mean they had full control over you. That you would be their wife forever. That you couldn’t do anything without supervision. You started sobbing, and it just got worse the more he read.

The family and friends portion was the best on that cruel contract. You were allow to contact anyone besides your husbands, or Sundays sister, Robin.

It took two hours for him to get done reading off the contract. “So what do you say? We’ve already signed it. Just sign it and make all of our lives easier.” Aventurine had a smug look on his face after he said it. If you did sign it you would be fully under their control. No freedom or anything. But if you didn’t they would just pound you until you signed it.

You weren’t signing that god damn contract

“No! I’m not signing that shit it’s insane! Taking away my rights, my freedom, my everything! Do you really think I would sign that shit?” You yelled.

“Well, you’re just making things worse on yourself in the long run.” Sunday picked you up out of the chair, carrying you to a bigger room. Ratio and aventurine followed close behind.

It was like a fucking asylum. It had white padded walls and a singular white mattress.

They pounded you for days. Anytime you said you felt like you would pass out they would give you the contract and a pen. If you refused? They’d just go until you passed out. It went on like this until the sixth day.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had cried for hours everyday. Begging them to just stop. Begging them not to force you to sign it. Or atleast you tried to. You were gagged by one of their dicks everytime unless they noticed your eyes close for too long.

“Do you want to sign it yet?” Sunday asked in a fake sweet voice. You nodded your head yes and ratio pulled out of your mouth. They gave you a pen and the signing paper. Their names were already there. You impulsively signed it, immediately regretting it. Before you could tear it up it was snatched from you. You started to just lay there, begging them to just rip it up. Saying you didn’t want to marry them.

“It’s good you signed it now, the wedding is in only a month. We still have to pick out dresses for you.” Your heart shattered at ratios words. You felt so hopeless. So defeated.

The wedding day was horrible. The only person there was Robin who was on the verge of tears seeing you like that. You had your arms tied behind you back, you were blindfolded too. You didn’t even know she was there until she tried to object. “But Robin, you can’t object. The contract out rules objection too.” Sunday laughed. Your blindfold was soaked with tears. Aventurine pulled it off and wipes the tears away. Out of nowhere he kissed you. He wouldn’t even let you pull away. After he was done he pushed you over to Sunday, who forcefully made out with you. Ratio was last, he just gave you a simple kiss. You fell to the ground after it was all over.

Ratio just slung you over his shoulder and dragged you out. Robin asked Sunday to talk. You could hear them screaming at eachother, Robin begging him to let you go while he just told her that it wasn’t happening.

When you got back home aventurine forced you to do it with him. Holding you down and forcing his cock into your poor, poor cunt. You were screaming for help. Begging for one of them to make it stop. But they didn’t. They took turns pounding you, each having an hour until they had to switch. Ratio spanked you repeatedly during his turn. And Sunday had ratio join him, making things worse.

I feel like they would get a lot more gentle after that, waking you up with breakfast in bed n being all sweet.

“Stop. You know you can’t get out of bed until you’ve finished breakfast.”

Overall they went from extremely cruel to extremely sweet after the marriage was finalized. They would usually agree with you on sessions you tried to make unless they were too big, like wanting your own house. Or alone time.

They loved and cared for you, waking you up with kisses and cuddles. They loved you more than anything. Even if they had to force you into a marriage and manipulate you into loving them they still did it.

You loved them and they loved you.

[lumierexfics]

Chat Log Name : Why have you forsaken me?

Chat log description : Batman tries to get used to having a new Robin.

Online users : Batman/Bruce Wayne, Robin! Tim Drake, robin! reader

‼️CONTENT WARNINGS : Third POV, Minor injuries, OOC! Tim Drake, OOC! Batman/Bruce Wayne, Mentions of a nightmare, Overly descriptive appearance. ‼️

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It was a couple days after Batman reappeared during the correct time—night. He begrudgingly took under his wing, a new Robin yet every single day felt like a old wound was reopening due to him putting another in your place yet he couldn’t point why a child who lived in luxury with two alive and loving parents would want to fight crime alongside him; he understood you better than this Robin since you had came from a very rough childhood in the narrows, always struggling to find a next meal or shelter.

Robin stood in front of him—wearing the uniform that had cradled you to an early demise. Different designs can’t take away the pain it caused him.

“How many times have I told you to be cautious of your surroundings?” He scolded, lightly. “You have a slight cut here [Na—Robin…”

This new Robin wasn’t you—he couldn’t ever be you while he pressed the antiseptic pad on Robin’s cheek and put animal patterned bandaids on scraped knees and a cut cheek.

“You sometimes call me by that name,” Robin asked. “It was the name of the previous Robin, right?”

“Yes, it was,” He replied.

The drive through Gotham was colorful—bright neon lights and flickering light bulbs with descriptions of the latest items and so very quiet. He continued to drive throughout the dark streets of Gotham—always expecting to hear a snide remark or multiple complaints to get a late night meal at Bataburger after patrolling.

“Batman,” Robin said.

“Yes, [Nam—,” He interrupted himself. “Yes, Robin. What is it?”

“It’s been going off since we got in.” Robin’s green gloved finger pointed to the obvious flickering red light next to the shifter knob. “Is it an emergency signal, Batman?”

“It’s—“ Batman looked at the flickering red light. “It has to be a malfunction. Did you tear anything during patrol, Robin?”

Robin looked down at himself, seemingly trying to examine himself despite being buckled to the econoline bucket seat.

“I don’t think so, Batman,” he replied. “Here—“

“It—oh,” he said. “I must’ve pulled hard on your cape. One of the emergency trackers must have slightly came off.”

“Emergency trackers?” Robin asked.

“The trackers are located on your costume,” he explained. “In the previous Robin’s suit, there was only one—this one has multiple ones scattered.”

Batman’s eyes stared at the flickering light while driving—watching it go on and off before dying like burning candlelight and watching it slowly dim before turning off.

He pulled up to the back route of the Drake estate and boosted up Robin to reach his window to climb into.

Batman drove around Gotham as night was soon coming to an end—he drove home back to the Wayne manor; back to that large empty house that only held memories of a family.

He exited the batmobile, pulling down his cowl and seeing on a silver tray was a teacup with saucers and a teapot. He passed your memorial that was trapped in a circular tube, looking down to see the broken teacup. He picked up the shards of the broken tea cup and walked over to the silver tray, placing the shards of the broken teacup on the empty saucer and reading the note that Alfred left. The contents of the note weren’t interesting as his footsteps echoed throughout the Batcave—stepping each step up towards the entrance point.

He reached his room as he passed yours—it was an open wound that he couldn’t bear yet. He couldn’t open your door without expecting to see you and not seeing an empty room.

He slumped in his armchair, still wearing the suit while his cowl on his shoulder—slightly twitching with his eyebrows furrowed.

He knew where he was at being small and trapped in an arcade machine. The lights of the other machines were scattering with color, surrounded by stuffed animals that were oddly shaped like allies and foes; Oracle, Alfred, Two-face, Catwoman, Calendar man, Ventriloquist and Ten-eyed man.

He heard a familiar laughter that was born from You, seeing you wander around the neon arcade—wearing your Robin uniform but it’s clean.

Your gloved hands were pressed on the glass case, a smile was pressed into your face as you seemed to point at him. The golden arcade coin glittered in the neon light—machine’s gears twisted and turned while the mechanical claw managed to grab him to your joy—

The lights around the neon arcade were being shattered—one by one but you didn’t hear the loud shattering of the color light bulbs. You merely were grinning ear to ear; the darkness surrounded the machine. His eyes saw a gloved hand rest on your shoulder—long arm that disappeared into the darkness. He heard it—that deep wheeze that came before every laughter.

A pale face whose face seemed to be sagging, held up with metal staples that had multiples in one area—certain areas that showed the reddened muscles and the reddened gums of the elongated smile that had too many teeth. Pitch black eyes that looked similarly to dots than sockets with strands of wispy green hair. He tried to scream to warn you or too move being in this state but he couldn’t—plush limbs and embroidered mouth aren’t real.

Your eyes behind the domino mask looked at him while the other gloved hand came out of the darkness, a nail-like talon was carving into your cheek. He heard your voice from behind the thin glass.

”Batman, where are you?” you asked.

He had fallen from the mechanical claw back into the sea of stuffed animals that looked like people that you both recognize. Bruce's embroidered eyes watched as the large burlap sack stained at the bottom was thrown over the shoulder—the spinal bone poked from underneath the purple pinstripe suit. Familiar cackling echoed the broken arcade, shattering of the machine's lightbulb; surrounded in darkness.

Bruce rubbed his eyes and covered his face with his hands—his eyebrows knitted with discomfort alongside an aching chest. He left the lingering bed that had cradled him during the days of heartache that threatened to tighten around his neck to release empty tears to nobody that would listen since it wasn't the latest news anymore.

He buttoned up his dress-shirt while he breathed in the silence of the floorboards no longer creaking with your footsteps. Lacing his dress-shoes while he got into the car and was driving towards Wayne Enterprise on Miagani Island.

His eyes looked from the windows, seeing the Halloween decorations slowly getting placed outside bodegas—seeing the slow creation of painted cartoons on frosted tipped windows from an employee and the sweeping away of broken glass or remaining green powder that was eventually deemed as harmless after multiple tests from Gotham’s health organizations.

Bruce’s brows furrowed in thought about Gotham’s Halloween parade and how tight the streets would be during Halloween—overcrowded with parents and children dressed up in costumes. The parades with their heavily decorated floats and special events of the Gothamettes performing their dances.

He entered the elevator, opening and closing his hand. The familiar ding didn’t echo into his ears till the familiar voice of Clara, the only receptionist before he entered his office.

“Mister Wayne?” She poked her head from her desk. “I said that you had a gift from someone on your desk…”

Bruce shook his head slightly, stepping out of the elevator as he adjusted his cuff.

“A gift?” He asked. “From who?”

“I don’t really know, Mister Wayne,” she admitted. “But it passed the examination procedures.”

Bruce tried desperately to shrug it off since it could be a one night stand trying to get his affections again, entering his office and observing the wrapped gift—simple colors and missing wrapping paper in certain areas due to Clara doing the mandatory examination procedures. As it was safe, right?

He stared at the gift while he stepped close to get towards his desk— metal shrapnel buried into his skin—the pain was seemingly infectious as the shrapnel burned like they had been coated with flames or other substances that could burn him internally.

Yet the thing that coursed through his veins wasn’t adrenaline but fear.