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nanaminokanojo · 6 months ago

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ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE | part 3

-meet cute? a cheesy musical number? forget it! love makes itself known to you through a minor car accident, a broken arm, and a treacherously charming temporary chauffeur

CHARACTERS: sukuna x you/reader | jjk characters

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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A/N: Contains prose and tweets between so yeah, open this to read, I guess.

Sukuna stiffened from where he was standing when you winked his way. You were so gorgeous even when your eyes were slightly red at the rims and all banged up that he would have needed herculean effort to wrench his gaze from you. Under normal circumstance, that is. At the moment, his eyes simply kept straying to the doctor whose arms were akimbo as he regarded you with tired, worried eyes.

“My sister will kill me if she finds out the truth.”

Ah, Sukuna thought, nothing scarier than a protective uncle.

“She won’t,” you assured, standing up slowly. “I got this."

The man nodded and approached you, patting your head before leaving, but not without glaring daggers at Sukuna who bowed and stayed bent at a ninety-degree angle until your uncle was out of view. He immediately straightened up to face you only to repeat the gesture before you again.

“I sincerely apologize for injuring you like this. Please allow me to shoulder the bills for your treatment.” He was still sweating profusely, his shirt sticking to his musculature like saran wrap. The ordeal wasn’t done yet. You might have pacified your uncle, but it did not necessarily mean that he was off the hook. “I’m so, so sorry.”

His nervousness at your lack of response heightened with every second that he remained in that position of contrition. It was nerve-wracking when he wasn’t used to submitting to anyone’s demands or wishes, much less begging anyone for forgiveness. He couldn’t see your face so he wasn’t exactly sure how you were reacting to everything. But much to his surprise, he saw your shoe-clad feet as you stood before him.

“You don’t have to bow down like that in front of me,” you spoke, your voice coming out with a husky ring to it. “Your apology would have sufficed.”

Sukuna stood up to look at you, stepping back when he saw you smiling brightly at him albeit your discomfort. For the first time, he noticed how your leg was already cleaned and bandaged while your broken elbow was wrapped in a cast, hanging on a sling over your shoulder. How you could stay so positive despite your pain was something he found awe-inspiring and he couldn’t help but feel the slight upward tug at corners of his mouth.

“Are you okay?” he blurted out, quick to take it back when he realized just how stupid his question was. “I’m sorry. That was…” He sighed. You seemed to have the ability to render him into a blithering cretin, and he had to admit even just to himself that it wasn’t only the guilt or the nerves resulting from almost killing you. You were just so pretty his brain-to-mouth filter has become nonexistent.

“I’m not, but thank you for asking,” you responded appreciatively, lifting your injured arm slightly for emphasis. “I’m Y/N, by the way. You’re Ryomen?”

“Ryomen Sukuna.”

“Sukuna. It’s nice to meet you.”

Your eyes then strayed to the other person in the room. “Hi, Uraume.”

“Hey, Y/N. I hope you’re not in so much pain.”

Sukuna looked on with curiosity at the exchange. He didn’t know that his best friend even knew you after they had to show him your online profile instead of just telling him about you like a normal person. He shot Uraume a dirty look, realizing he had been played.

“Sorry if my friend’s an idiot. It’s a birth defect.”

Sukuna was about to protest, but then he heard you giggle, suppressing it when you saw him looking at you in an attempt to be polite. Why you were doing that was weird. If anything, you ought to be raging mad. He sighed. Uraume was right. He did you considerable damage.

Again, he said, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s alright. You’re forgiven.”

“Really?” He arched a brow at you in question, not quite understanding where your good mood seemed to be coming from. If he was in your shoes, he would have thrown a fit and taken advantage of whoever caused him to hurt.

“Yes.”

Just like that? “Why?”

“It was an accident. You weren’t really meaning to run me over, were you?”

The thought horrified him. He may be a dick, but he wasn’t exactly lacking in morals. “God, no.”

“Then it’s settled.”

How you could be so nice about it was a big puzzle to him, but he would have that any other day than your family coming after him. He knew he was being dramatic earlier, but there was still the possibility. He thanked you and started to excuse himself to settle the bills, but you stopped him, holding onto his arm and shaking your head.

You flashed him an embarrassed smile, your cheeks adorned with a dusting of roses. “You don’t have to.”

“Their family co-owns the hospital,” Uraume supplied, shrugging as if in long-suffering.

“Oh.” Of course, he thought, finding it hard not to grimace at how narrowly he escaped the fate he was thinking about just earlier. Now, he seriously felt bad knowing you’re basically a princess – a very beautiful one with an equally beautiful heart – and yet a nobody like him did you wrong.

“I’ll tell you what,” you began, “I wouldn’t really want to impose upon you, but if you want to make it up to me, I’ll appreciate it if you drive me home today.”

“I’ll drive you home every day to school until you’re well enough. I’ll help you with whatever you need, just…please, let me,” he said without thinking.

Sukuna saw Uraume arching a brow at him, knowing exactly what was going on in their mind as they furtively shook their head. He was a womanizing bastard after all, but that wasn’t the intention he had with you at all. He would do anything and everything to stop feeling guilty over what he did to you, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to manage that without doing anything.

You eyed him thoughtfully, your head tilting to the side which he found endearing. But he immediately snapped out of it when you nodded your head and said, “That will be very convenient. I wouldn’t have to call my parents to send me a driver.”

Anything but your parents, he thought, mouth stretching into a tight smile as he nervously nodded. “Just call me whenever.”

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2knightt · 2 years ago

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hiii I was wondering if u could do smth for the outsiders? Like Darry has a s/o who is the mother figure for the gang and often Johnny n pony call her ma / mom? I js thought it was sooo cute but if not it’s also okay dearrr

darry curtis x motherly!reader

!warnings!

1.fem!reader

2.swearing

3.probably ooc LMFAO

darry would literally love you. oh my god.

you’re caring???? you help take care of the gang??? you help ponyboy with homework???

you might as well rip his heart out of his chest cause it’s already yours!

the gang loves you, probably even more than darry does!

but to darry, that’s impossible.

you’re heaven sent to him. he truly believes you’re a miracle!

when he’s stressed out, you’re right there to help him destress!

giving him a massage, giving him tea, shit maybe even all of the above if you feel like it.

“jeez dare, stop overworking yourself so much! you’re gonna die some day because of it!”

“no i won’t, been doin’ it for so long i’ve gotten used to it.”

“thats even worse!!”

when you cook for him he will GOBBLE it up.

homie can taste the love you put in and he thinks it makes the food taste 100x better.

but even you have stressful days! but, expect darry to treat you like a princess!

he will not let you leave his bed, he is getting everything you want.

water? done. a book? already in your hand. a fucking car? he’s wasting all his money for you!

he will follow you to hell if you ask him nicely.

he just loves you so much.

when he somehow get’s hurt in rumbles he’s so glad you’re there to patch him up.

but he isn’t glad that he gets an earful from you.

“you know i hate these things. why do you out of all people go darry? you’re better than this.”

he just grumbles because he doesn’t even want to answer anything with a black eye that’s slowly forming on his right eye.

the gang is so thankful that you can patch them up too. they sometimes fight over who you’re gonna help next.

“i’m goin’ after darry!”

“SODA! YOU’VE GONE SECOND FOR LIKE 3 TIMES IN A ROW. IT’S MY TURN!!”

“PISS OFF TWO-BIT.”

“actually it’s my turn.”

“shut the hell up steve.”

“AYE!”

ponyboy’s just happy he has a mother figure in his life again. his mom was definitely his favourite parent, so now that he has someone to replicate that, he’s on the moon.

he only calls you mom or ma in private, he’s too embarrassed to say it with others in the room.

BUT, he definitely lets the mom calling slip accidentally infront of the gang.

“mom, do you need help with the dishes?”

“MOM?!”

“WHAT?!?”

pony just looks down in embarrassment until you chuckle and agree to him helping you. then he’s all smiles and sunshine!

darry is so happy to see this you don’t get it.

darry asks for advice from you to get to know ponyboy better since he rambles on and on about whatever he’s most interested in at the time.

“so uh, about ponyboy…”

“oh! he really likes ‘gone with the wind’, i know you don’t have much time to read so, i can just tell you the important stuff!”

he just nods and stares at you as you talk about the characters, the main plot, and the small details ponyboy’s obsessed with.

he’s taking mental notes and thanking you heavily when you’re finished talking!

“thank you, y/n. really. i appreciate all you do for me.”

“awe! of course, babe. anything for you.”

he’s giggling and blushing at the last sentence

he’s so thankful that you’re there to talk some sense into the gang.

sometimes he sits on the sidelines and just watches.

“DALLAS WINSTON. WHAT ON GODS GREEN EARTH WERE YOU THINKING PULLING SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!”

“I’M SORRY! JESUS.”

dallas just throws his hands in the air in defeat, knowing that no matter how much he apologizes you’ll continue to scold him.

but he listens, he doesn’t do whatever he did for awhile.

darry just chuckles at the sight.

his mom used to scold dallas like that, so seeing you do the same brought back good memories for him.

being around you just reminds him of the ‘good old days’ so when he’s around you his mood immediately lifts.

like he could be yelling at ponyboy to raise his grades and you could walk in and darry would go “AND STUDY MO- oh hey babyyy!!☺️☺️”

everyone’s eternally grateful for you.

ESPECIALLY JOHNNY GOOD LORD.

he goes to you for literally everything.

something bad happened to him?? he’s at your front door! something good happened to him??? he’s right beside you telling you about it!

yeah, he calls you mom too.

he doesn’t mean to though! he just looks up to you so much, he’s always seen you has a mother figure but he never thought he’d actually call you mom!

“hey ma, does my hair look tuff!?”

“huh?”

he’s FROZEN in place. he’s so embarrassed, he’s literally overheating.

you just giggle to yourself and say his hair does infact, look extremely tuff.

he walks away smiling with a little hop when he walks.

the gang fights over your attention with darry.

they ain’t got a good life at home, but if you give them the motherly love they’ve been missing? they will kill someone for you.

darry loves and hates this.

he loves that you and the gang get along. he can’t be with someone the gang doesn’t like, but he hates that they like you so much they talk to you 24/7.

he sometimes just snatches you while you’re talking to someone in the curtis house.

like you could be talking to sodapop and he’ll come behind you and grab you by the waist and carry you into his room.

all that while soda chases him down, yelling nonsense.

“DARRY! I WAS TALKING TO HER.”

“that’s crazy…”

overall, darry would definitely look for a mother-like lover.

he needs it fr🙏

author notes;

1.EVERYONE SHUT UP THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST I CANT

2.when i read dear i lowkey giggled and kicked my feet

3.should i make a taglist??!!???? would literally anyone like to be tagged in my outsiders fics?!!!????

4.i really hope i did this justice LMFAO

5.btw if you’ve DMed me im not ignoring you, im working up the courage to talk to you. im a very nervous person😭😭

may 11th, 2023. 10:18PM.

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #darry x reader #darry curtis x reader #darry curtis

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fluentmoviequoter · 9 months ago

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I Didn't Know Where Else to Go

Requested Here!

Pairing: Jim Street x fem!reader

Summary: You lose your keys during a rainstorm and can only think of one place to go.

Warnings: pure fluff | Word Count: 1.2k+ words

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing Street, so he is probably OOC. I actually really enjoyed it, so I'm absolutely open to keep writing for him if anyone has more requests. I'd also love to hear any feedback you have!!🤍

As you park your car, the rainstorm stalled over Los Angeles goes from bad to worse. What started as a steady sprinkle is now a torrential downpour, and you have to run from your car to the front door. Sighing, you watch the water coat your windshield.

“Sunny Los Angeles, huh?” you mutter, reaching for your bag.

Sliding your hand into the pocket where you keep your house key, you only feel the fabric of the pocket. Frowning, you pull your bag open further, tipping your head forward to look inside. Your key has vanished, it seems, and you have no idea where it could be.

“Great.”

Sitting back in your seat, you try to think of a place where you can go. The roads had begun to flood as you drove home, a downfall of living in a city not used to continuous rain. Unwilling to travel more than a few miles, you check the time before backing out of your driveway.

There is only one place you can think to go.

✯✯✯✯✯

Sliding your bag onto your arm, you take a deep breath and open the car door, rushing up the driveway and onto the porch. When you’re under a covering again, your hair and clothes are soaked and dripping onto the concrete below you. Shivering slightly, you tighten your grip on your bag and raise your hand to knock, whispering a request for someone to answer the door.

After a moment, there's no answer, and you take a step back. Turning around, you look out into the rain as you pull your phone from your bag, scrolling through your contacts and failing to find anyone you can call.

You hear your name and turn around quickly, sighing when you see Jim standing in his open doorway.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” you admit quietly, glancing down at your sopping wet shoes. “But-“

“Come in. I’ll grab you some dry clothes,” Jim says, cutting you off before you can apologize or offer to leave.

“Thank you.”

Stopping just inside his door, you stand by the wall and wait.

“You good?”

Raising your head, you see Street looking at you intently. Jim has never been easy to lie to, and he cares about you. He’s your best friend, that’s why you came here.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I lost my house key and didn’t realize until I got there. Didn’t know where else to go,” you repeat.

Jim nods before disappearing around a corner. He returns a moment later with dry clothes and a towel in his arms. Extending them to you, he fails to hide his smile as he asks, “You want to use the bathroom or change right here? I don’t mind either way.”

You roll your eyes, setting your bag on the floor while you point out, “I’m going to get water everywhere on the way.”

Jim lays a hand on your shoulder, pushing you forward a few steps before saying, “Too late. If you want to shower or anything, go ahead.”

“Thank you,” you say over your shoulder.

After you close the bathroom door, you peel your wet clothes and shoes off, dropping them in the bathtub before drying off. After dressing in Street’s clothes, you take a minute to enjoy the feeling. Being close to Jim has always been comfortable, but this is different, and if you’re honest with yourself, you like it. A lot.

Jim knocks on the door, drawing your attention away from his clothes.

“You can put your clothes in the dryer when you’re ready. Need anything else?”

Opening the door, you smile as his eyes move down your body and back up to your face.

“I’m good, Jim. Thank you, you’ve already done more than enough.”

“I’m making coffee,” Jim says, looking away from you quickly. “Want anything?” You don’t have a chance to answer before he adds, “I thought so. I’ll make your favorite.”

Watching him walk away, you furrow your eyebrows. Jim Street can be act strange at times, you know that, but this is unusual even for him.

After putting your clothes in the dryer, you walk to the kitchen and stop in the doorway.

“Do you- should I leave? I can find somewhere else to go,” you say quietly.

“Of course not,” Jim replies, turning to set a steaming mug before you. “Sorry.”

Shrugging, you run your finger over the rim of the mug. “For what? You’re helping me, Jim.”

“Yeah, I mean, I know that, and I’ll always be here to help you. But- I’m just sorry if I’m making this weird.”

Jim’s eyes drop, his gaze catching on your neck, where his shirt rests against your skin. Thinking – hoping – that he’s thinking the same thing you are, you take a step closer to him. Taking his hand, you raise it between you before looking up at him.

“Maybe you should make it weird,” you tease.

“I’m glad you didn’t know where else to go.” You narrow your eyes, and Jim chuckles, adding, “You know what I mean.”

Smiling, you drop your joined hands and take one more step, tilting your chin up and leaning in.

“Is this okay?” you ask.

Jim nods quickly, and you move your free hand to his jaw, gently pulling him to you. Just before your lips meet, the power flickers before shutting off. You don’t stop, though, too invested in Jim and this moment.

Jim grabs your waist, tugging you against him as he kisses you. He pulls back suddenly, and you lean against him before opening your eyes.

“Do you…” you begin, trailing off.

“Sit down. Please.”

He steps away from you, turning back into the kitchen while you walk to his couch, taking your drink with you. Sitting alone, you take a few sips before Jim joins you. He hands you a blanket before setting a tray of snacks and candles on the table before you.

“Romantic,” you hum.

“Careful,” Jim warns. “You don’t even have clothes right now.”

You laugh, quieting as he sits beside you. Unfolding the blanket, you spread it over both of your laps.

“Thank you, Jim,” you say again, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“You know, when Luca told me I was in love with you I almost didn’t believe him.”

“Your friends had to tell you that? I’ve known for months.”

Street pulls the blanket off of you to set it to the side, and as you begin to ask what he’s doing, he grabs your hips and tugs you toward him, flipping you so you’re facing him. Catching yourself on his shoulders, you rise to your knees on either side of his legs.

“I know it’s your job, but I wasn’t resisting,” you mumble.

“You certainly weren’t,” Jim replies, smiling as he sets his hands on your hips.

Thunder rumbles in the distance, and you think you could stay here forever. You look over his head to the rain-streaked window.

“Hey,” Jim calls, waiting until you look back down at him to kiss you again.

He pulls the blanket over you, covering both of your heads. You break the kiss in surprise at his actions, and he tugs you to lay against him as his chuckles mix with your pleased laugh.

“I’m glad I didn’t know where else to go, too,” you say.

“And now you’ll have to stay here until you can replace your key. A pity.”

“Trust me, I know. It will be hard to cope,” you reply, playing along. “There’s only one thing that will make it manageable.”

“Me?” Jim asks happily. “Because I’ll always be here.”

#jim street x reader #jim street fluff #jim street x fem!reader #jim street #swat cbs #fem!reader #requests

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hctrslly · 22 days ago

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⋮ BEAUTIFUL STRANGER .ᐟ ֹ ₊

Hai !! Uhh this is my first fic so if it's not so good I apologize in advance :3

Summary: Choso sees you on the train right before the Shibuya incident takes place.

cw: gn!reader , based off of the song 'Beautiful Stranger' By Laufey , jjk spoilers (?) , a bit ooc (duh) , fluff (I think or angst IM NOT SURE UHHH)

word count: 406

What exactly was he doing here ? Choso wasn't quite sure – I mean , obviously he was , he just wasn't quite sure why he decided to be involved. They haven't even done anything yet , and he was already done with it. The man wasn't used to being around so many people either , and was honestly shocked he isn't completely overwhelmed by all the bright lights , loud sounds , and packed spaces.

Choso took the train. He sat down , staring at his hands nervously. In his favor , it wasn't even close to crowded despite the holiday , maybe there were parties going on ? Who knows.

He looked up from his hands , across from him , he saw you.

Out of everyone he saw that night , you caught his eye. Out of the thousands of costumed faces he has seen , you had his attention. The half-curse couldn't take his eyes off you , his mouth slightly agape with admiration.

He could swear that fate itself brought you to him. It was the only plausible thing he could think of. You and him , basically the only two in a train car together. It felt like the fairy tales he would tell his little brothers so many years ago.

You look up from your phone and up at him , your eyes meeting his , giving him a small wave. He can feel his face heat up as he waves back , finally looking away. The train stops at his stop. Hesitantly , he gets off the train , turning around and looking at you through the train windows. Choso felt devastated.

He couldn't help but wonder , what if he wasn't doing this for Kenjaku ? What if he was able to waste time , go up to you (if he even had the courage to) and ask you what your name was ? maybe have a small conversation . . . Or even exchange numbers ! (despite the fact he didn't even have one , but he could always buy one somehow)

I mean , what are the chances he'll see you again ? Close to zero as far as he knew. But , in all honesty , he wasn't quite sure what he'd do after this whole thing , but whatever the future was , it most definitely didn't include you in it. :(

Hhdhdhdhdh part 2 maybe ? Idk shensmmsmdmsmsm also please tell me you got the references to the song skdndndn shdb

#hctrslly #hctrsllymasterlist !#choso kamo x reader #choso x male reader #choso x female reader #Choso x gender neutral reader #Choso x f!reader #Choso x m!reader #Choso x gn!reader #choso x y/n #x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x male reader #jjk x fem!reader

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mm-nani-fics · 5 months ago

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[kristsingto] driving home

Rating: Gen Pairing: KristSingto Summary: Kristsingto being driven home together after a long day of interviews and pressers.

I saw @thebroccolination's KS handholding then and now post and then promptly lost all my braincells. I am very new to this pair. these are my first impressions my apologies if its OOC - im learning!

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Deep breath in.

The car door slams shut.

Hold.

A slight jerk as the car sets into motion.

Slowly out.

Krist needs that moment to himself, that little breath before he turns his head and acknowledges the person next to him; Singto tapping something away on his phone. It reminds him to make sure that his is still in his pocket. Finding its shape through his pants, Krist knows to look back when he hears the click of Singto’s phone screen being turned off. Singto is smiling at him, a happy crinkle to his eyes as he too turns to Krist, “You did a really good job today, na?”

He says rubbing his shoulders and Krist smiles because no matter how many times you’ve done this, no matter how good or how practiced, no matter how many bigger things, more tiring things you’ve done before, it’s always nice to hear a sweet word at the end of a long day.

Who better to understand that than Singto?

“You too, na phi.” He says, he probably says something like this Singto everyday nowadays and is always surprised by how much he means it every time. Singto truly, in the most objective sense that Krist can construct, the very best at what he does. And Krist can’t believe he gets to stand next to him and bask in it again. It’s easy, it’s too easy to sit next to him and gush about his talents. A little harder to bite it back, to stop elaborating, to stop explaining everything that he’s feeling right now, everything he feels all the time at the thought of those little crinkles by Singto’s eyes; how he gets to see them more often now, gets to feel Singto’s joy underneath his fingers, than just behind a phone screen.

He scooches in along the lines of that outstretched arm till he can rest his head on Singto’s shoulder; head heavy but heart light with Singto’s hand coming to rest between them. After that it’s only natural that Krist takes it, their fingers coming together. Krist wiggles the a little watches Singto mindlessly - he’s on his phone once more - shift his fingers to accommodate Krist’s restless ones

There’s nothing left to say, there’s nothing left to hear other than the sound of the car’s engine and Singto’s gentle tap tap on his phone, his fingers resting between Krist’s, entwined without a sound in the light of the outside world passing them by. It’s mundane by now, the contrast of their skin and the lines of Singto’s knuckles and the softness of his palm. But there’s a part of Krist that can feel, maybe always feels, the way it had felt taking that hand for the first time.

There’s a ghost of that little pebble lodged in his throat, and the murmur of the butterflies that had filled his stomach, a little tingle of the wonder when for the first time he’d thought of a man he’d thought unreachable, ‘Oh, I guess we’re close’ and a hefty wave of that comfort of, ‘Oh, he understands me,’ as he’s lulling in the car, Singto’s shoulder bony but jacket soft under his cheek.

‘P’Sing’ He calls.

And in the second that it takes for Singto to answer with a little ‘hmm?’ Krist has drifted off to sleep.

#kristsingto rpf #kristsingto fanfic #nani writes #driving home

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syngasm · 7 months ago

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“I HOPE WE’RE STILL FRIENDS, I HOPE YOU DONT MIND.”

warnings : angst, breakup, sad ooc kiri

pairing : kirishima x gn!reader (and bakugo in the alt ending)

this made me SAD

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“I love you.” Kirishima said, sliding the promise ring across the table, it’s been a year, he thinks it’s time. It’s his first time saying it to anyone besides family. He smiled and his heart fluttered, looking for signs of anything on your stoic expression.

He watched as your face moved into one of almost guilt, and somewhat disgust. His became shock as you didn’t say anything. Immediately, he took the ring back across the table and tried to pick at your brain. “What’s up? Why aren’t you saying it back?”

He cooked dinner, an amazing dinner with appetizers and dessert (he made a lava cake, and was hoping he could dine on you afterwards.), he didn’t understand where he went wrong.

“I don’t love you back.” You had to tell the truth, even if it broke your heart to see the expression he made, any inch of happiness on his face was gone, he was devoid of happiness in seconds.

His eyes welled up with tears, he tucks the ring back into his pocket, which he saved up for three months to buy. You felt as though you needed to explain. “I..It’s hard to commit to you, especially considering your quirks.”

His mouth visibly went dry, he picked up his glass and filled it with the wine, and gulped it down. “Right.”

“It’s not..well it is you, but I dunno. I’m sorry.”

“You should leave.” His voice shakes, he doesn’t look up from the bouquet that sat in your bag, the one he bought and that you called “Beautiful.”

“Eijiro..”

“Please leave.” His hands came up to his mouth, holding each other over his lips. You want to fight, and you open your mouth to apologize again but he shakes with a sob that he clearly didn’t want you to see.

You leave the dining room with that, and the entire house.

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A week later, his friends invite you out to lunch, looking at the text from Sero, you wince. Is this appropriate? Nonetheless, you just accept and get ready.

Upon arrival, they’re all inside. Bakugo’s just came back from extensive training, and the lunch was to celebrate.

Kirishima is also inside.

He stands slightly outside of the group, he looks hurt. His eyes show signs of that usual flare just missing. You still walk in, and the group looks at you, kinda unwelcome like. Sero walks from the other side of Bakugo to your side.

“I thought it’d be good to have them here too, as they can..make up.” He looks at Kirishima, who can’t tear his eyes away from you.

His nose flares, and getting a good look at him, his eyes are puffy like he’d been crying, bottom lip bitten raw, nose a tinge of pink, probably from wiping it.

“Sero.” Denki glares and then groans at the exhaustion, the other boy clearly doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong. “The wound is still fresh.”

“Oh.”

He watches as the two of you just stare at each other, wondering who’s gonna look away first. Instinctively, you take a step forward, always finding comfort within him, and the friend group.

He takes a step back. “Why are you here?” It’s a shaky whisper, but his voice is more gone than it was just a week ago.

“They’re my friends too.”

Kirishima bites his lip, and crosses his arms. “I’ll leave then.”

Bakugo grabs his collar, but Kirishima shakes him off, leaving the restaurant. “It’s all your fault, what did you do? He won’t say anything, he just keeps crying.”

“I..I didn’t do anything.”

Bakugo huffs, and then pushed past you, going after Kirishima, who realized that Bakugo was his ride, and stood outside of the car.

“I’ll drop you off at home.” Bakugo says to him, as he gets in the car.

———

“Hey.” You speak, standing behind him in line for a movie. He doesn’t speak back, only shuffling closer to the group that shunned you.

“Cmon, Eijiro. Let’s be friends.”

You reach for his arm, and he moves it away. “We can’t be friends. I can’t just pretend like I wasn’t in love. You did this to me, why can’t you just leave me alone?”

His voice is clear, after a month. He still has redness on the face, but less like he’d been crying.

“Oh.”

———

A year, since both the anniversary and the day that it ended. Strangely enough, you still think about him, the way he laughed and the way his skin would gleam under the sun.

The way he would barge in the bathroom and use the toilet, even if you were in the shower, and his little happy trail, which he also dyed red.

Sero stayed in contact, but not anyone else, Bakugo blocked you on everything, Denki leaves you (and everyone, to be fair) on read, and Mina’s phone is “off”.

Kirishima was Missing In Action.

———

very rushed ending, cus the ending i wrote i was iffy abt.

the other ending :

A notification comes in, @kirimaximus has posted on his story!

You click on it, a story posted three minutes ago. It’s a video of him and Bakugo. He’s laying in Bakugo’s lap, humming the tune to Bed Peace by Jhene Aiko, and Bakugo is playing the game, he starts whispering the words.

The caption says “my even shittier haired heart” with the fireheart. Then Bakugo posts it on his story with a reply “@kirimaximus shitty hair?? that’s all you ei.”

And Kirishima posted a reply to that. “@bakumaximus says the guy that was running his fingers through it (and pulling it last night)”

“@kirimaximus you literally should not post that on the internet.”

“@bakumaximus who’s gonna stop me, the instagram gods?”

“@kirimaximus didn’t you get banned”

“@bakumaximus i’m sorry instagram gods”

Just seeing their dynamic makes your eye twitch, and you go to text Kirishima.

“kiri wtf”

read

“why are u flirting with bakugo.”

*sent attachments*

You clicked on it, and it was a picture of Bakugo’s TV, the usernames “kiri’s rebound” and “baku’s situation” on a game you couldn’t recognize, and a picture of Bakugo’s ceiling mirror, both boys look stoned out of their minds, shirtless. They’re under the covers, Bakugo’s naked leg slung over the bed, as he looks up for the picture, and Kirishima taking the photo with his middle finger up.

“You tell me?”

#kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #angst #i #i love him #sootenya #kiribaku #if you squint

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one-vivid-judgment · 8 months ago

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Good day~ I hope it's okay to request something? If so, can I request sfw/nsfw headcanons for my beloved Y7 man - Takabe Mamoru, please? Thank you~

To tell you the truth, before deleting your previous blog, I read all your posts, but never commented or requested anything, because I was a bit shy. Well, I still am. I remember you wrote something about disliking your RgG writings and the reason why you deleted them. But I actually really liked them, no matter how bad or silly or ooc or whatever they were in your opinion. I just liked them and the way you wrote about different things/characters. What I wanted to say that time? Hm... I'll say it now - you're a great!

~ Takabe Anon

First of all, I'd like to thank you for this kind message! Honestly, back then I didn't have the best relationship with writing and I always ended up thinking that whatever I wrote was garbage after some time; I even contemplated deleting my whole AO3 account and never going back, though thankfully that did NOT happen. It would've been a disaster if I had let the nasty thoughts win.

Thankfully, that has changed now (who would've thought that actually developing a good writing schedule and actually being kind to yourself would do that to you, huh?), but I do feel bad for deleting it all and I'd like to apologize for it, even if it doesn't change anything. There were people who genuinely loved them, and now it's all gone and they can't enjoy them anymore. This is like trying to "re-build" all that, in a way, though hopefully my writing has improved in these two years or so that I've spent away from here!

Anyway, here they are!

Takabe headcanons (SFW + NSFT)

• A good ol' gentleman. Will open doors for you, pull your chair back for you, open the car door then take your hand. If you eat out, he's paying for it, not even letting you take out your wallet, no sir. Not to mention the gifts; necklaces and bracelets and things like that, which sometimes are on the VERY expensive side. Not that he minds spending money on you though.

• He is on the protective side, almost as much as he is with his boys. You can bet that, if someone messes with you and he finds out, it's gonna take A LOT to stop him from taking matters into his own hands, depending on how severe the offense was. Murder is not on the list, but everything else is fair game for him.

• He doesn't flaunt you around, but if someone asks, he's not about to keep you a secret either. His boys tried to tease him once about you, and all he did was nod and shrug it off, no sign of embarrassment on his face. They haven't tried to pull any of that ever since. Point taken.

• Generally pretty vanilla, actually. He's more of a love-making kinda guy—the one exception being when he's had an absolutely awful day at the office and needs to let out the stress. It's like he forgets his own strength, which usually results in many, MANY marks all over that are hard to cover up. Expect the absolute sweetest aftercare in the world to make up for that.

• Call. Him. "Sir". He's heard that plenty from his boys, sure, but this? This is another thing entirely. Something about seeing his partner writhing under him and screaming for "Sir, give it to me harder!" Not that his boys need to know that one though.

• Expect to be praised for the smallest things. He can't help it, he really can't. You'd be sucking him off and he'll inevitably end up petting your hair and praising you for a job well done—bonus points if said blowjob happens under his desk at the office and there is a chance you might get caught by some random Seiryu grunt.

#ryu ga gotoku #yakuza series #mamoru takabe #rgg #yakuza like a dragon #.txt #yakuza headcanons #nsft headcanon

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bagsybaggins · 2 years ago

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The Ghost of Her

Summary: "I'm your eyes in the sky, anything I see, I report. And it's Raven, not Kid.” Lucy "Raven" Dantes, Lieutenant of the Wolf Task Force, Sharp-shooter, and part-time explosive expert. She joined Task Force 141 when the Wolf Task Force had a sudden disbandment that remains classified. Ghost, weary of the new arrival, is determined to uncover the truth about her. "You can never be sure who you can trust, and when something is being buried, it doesn't take long for someone to come around with a shovel to start digging." But what surprises Ghost isn't her secrets, but something he thought he had kept under lock and key. Something that makes him question what to do next.

I have only played COD Modern Warfare 2, the newly released game. My understanding of the Characters and the Plot is limited to that and the very brief research I have done on the characters included. If certain characters seem a bit OOC, I apologize in advance. Takes place a little bit before the COD MW2 campaign.

Chapter 1: RAVEN’S TRANSFER

The TV ran in the background like white noise, subtle but still there. Her figure was stiff and hunched over as she stared down at her uniform resting on the chair in front of her. Her eyes stung from lack of sleep, and from her unwavering stare as she got lost in her thoughts. Her thoughts and gaze were broken by the sound of her phone going off on the bedside table. She turned and paused at the screen, showing that it was just her alarm. As she unlocked her fingers, she shivered at the coldness of the screen. She rubbed her fingers against her eyelid, the sting causing her eyes to tear up. She sighed before standing up and grasping the remote and turning the tv off, leaving the room in a still silence.

Her eyes flickered back to the uniform that sat dauntingly- mockingly on the chair. She ran her fingers through her black locks and with a heavy sigh, she turned around and began to get ready.

Today was her first day with her new Task Force, 141.

---

"Raven, are you joining us for drinks tonight?" A blurry face asked, leaning against a doorway that seemed to lead to nothing but darkness.

Raven smiled and shrugged. "Depends, do we have an occasion for this one? Or is it just another attempt to get me drunk?"

The figure laughed and shook its head. "We actually have a reason this time, Graham is getting married. We're celebrating before he goes on his leave and his honeymoon. Remember?"

---

I lean my head back against the seat's headrest, my vision trained to watch the road and sights change. Keeping my emotions and facial expressions in check, I resist the urge to glare at the curious glances of the driver through the rearview mirror. His gaze flickered towards me every five minutes, no doubt wanting to ask me another question other than my destination. Huffing under my breath, my right-hand scratches down my neck, looping my fingers on the two chains that I rarely let leave my neck. Between my thumb and index finger, I separate the ball chain from the normal chain, pulling the locket out from under my uniform, I rub my fingers against the smooth metal. A calming notion, something that I've been doing since the moment I put it on.

"Pull over." I interrupt the silence, waiting for the car to pull to a stop. "Thank you."

I toss a wad of money into the front, opening the door quickly and swinging my bag over my shoulder. My jaw tightens as I let the door slam shut, quickly moving my feet towards the meeting point that General Shepard had set up for me and Captain Price. My eyes flicker up towards the sign, a bar, before my gaze glance through the window trying to catch who Price would be. And with a quick look over the man with the Bucket Hat, I figured that there was a good chance that it was him. His posture, not to mention that he was the only one in camo. I push open the door, music playing in the background filling the less-than-lively chatter. Moving towards him, I take a seat beside him on the bar stool, placing my bag on the floor beside my feet, and wrapping my ankle through the strap of the duffle bag.

His head turns slightly as he looks at me through his peripherals. I rest my arms on the counter, before turning my head towards him.

"Shepard never told me the new recruit was a woman." Was the first thing he said to me before bringing his drink to his lips.

"Does it matter?" I ask, keeping my tone even, having dealt with that reaction more than a handful of times.

His lips quirk up and he shakes his head. "Nope, so long as you know what you're doing, I don't see why it should matter." He turns his body towards me and stretched out his right arm. "Names John Price, Captain Price."

I shake his hand and nod. "Lucy Dantes, but my call sign is Raven. I'm sure you already knew that from my files though."

He tsks and shakes his head. "Unfortunately, it seems that whoever did the filing this year forgot to put a lot of things in your file. Actually, I couldn't find a file on ya. All that I know about you is everything that Shepard told me."

Pausing I stare at him in confusion, before sighing and nodding. "I wouldn't say that I'm surprised, but feel free to ask me what you like. Can't guarantee I'll be able to answer all of them."

Price raises his brow before clicking his tongue. "Your file mentioned your last Task Force, Wolf Task Force? What was your position on the field?"

"Sniper, I do fine with close combat, however at a distance, I'm much better at taking down whoever I'm aiming at. I know little to no medical shit, but I can maneuver and disarm explosives with ease." I inhale before continuing, "I can speak 2 languages, a bit not completely fluent in German just yet, but I'm smooth with Spanish."

"That'll be useful at certain times, and I can't say I've dealt with an explosives expert before."

I tap my fingers on the smooth wooden counter, twice with my index once with my middle before ending with my index. "It's surprisingly useful to have around, not so much on stealth missions, but with the right material, you can make a quick and easy knockout gas. However, that would mean carrying around a gas mask for going in to retrieve the shit you're after. And you don't always have that on hand."

He hummed in response. "And I can assume you work well with others? I can't have any trouble stirring up amongst the team, that'll just lead to more problems."

"I work fine with others, so long as shit gets done right. And so long as they don't go snooping through my things." I huff and cross my arms, turning to him and noticing his raised brow.

"Got something to hide in there?"

I smirk, "Just my small supply of chocolates, I'm not one to share them."

Price chuckles and nods his head, "The boys aren't known to be snoops, but I'll l make sure they know." His smile fades as he takes another sip of his drink, before turning back to me and saying something I was dreading to hear. "It doesn't mention much about the actual Task Force, or what happened to it."

I fall silent turning my head down to look at my hands. But his stare didn't waver, still bore into the side of my face.

"We did special operations, infiltrating, spying, eliminating top priority targets, you name it."

"And what caused the Force to disband?" He asks again.

"I'm afraid that's classified, Sir. I don't have the authority nor the permission to tell you." I exhale heavily, turning back to him to see him slowly nod.

He downs the last of his drink, the glass making contact with the counter with a dull clack, and nods his head. When he stands from his seat, I follow suit while grabbing my duffle bag from the ground. Facing him again, he sticks his hand out and I shake it again.

"I look forward to seeing your skills out in the field Lieutenant. Once we return to base, I'll introduce you to the rest of the Task Force." Price releases my hand as I nod in reply.

"Looking forward to it Sir."

---

"Raven, I've got two daisies that need weeding at my right." Her voice crackles through the earpiece.

Turning my gun, I gaze through the scope and scan the area until I notice the two men chatting in the building. "I've got eyes on them, what's the word."

"Take the one on the right, I got the left at the perfect angle."

"Roger that Scraps, on me," I state, glancing quickly at the numbers on my scope, before adjusting the angle.

Firing my shot, I exhale as the man falls down, waiting for Scraps to fire her shot.

"Perfect Ladies, but can we hurry this up? I've got five Shitheads and a suspicious-looking crate that needs cleaning out. Not to mention that I'm freezing my nuts off."

Scraps' laughter fills my ear as I watch her move forward through the scope, keeping my eyes peeled for any movement around her. I grin as she replies.

"With the way you squealed like a little girl when you saw a rat, I'm surprised you even have balls Matches."

"Fuck off Scraps, you didn't see the size of that fat bastard." Matches replied.

"Alright, quiet down. I've got whiskey waiting for me once we get this bit done, and it would be nice to not be nursing a headache by the time I get to it." I interrupt Scraps before she replies. "I've got movement on the rooftops to your left Scraps, stay low until I can get a better visual."

"Copy that." She responds before falling silent, I see her crouch down beside the building, leaning against it and hiding in its shadow.

"If you can cut through the building you should be fine, it's just some teenagers." Matches suggested.

"Your word Raven?"

I glance through my scope, noting that they didn't have guns before I turn back to Scraps. "Move slow and keep your head down, we can't risk drawing noise. Matches, what's the status on the five daisies?"

Scraps shifts forward, and sneaks around the building, ducking under the windows. "I've still got eyes on them, they seem to be arguing now. Might get a little rowdy. The box is still untouched, but one of them is sitting on it now. Are we certain it's not explosive?"

"Scraps, don't move, there's movement to the alley next to you, three of them and they are armed. I repeat they are armed." I raise my rifle and shift in my seat. "I can take out two in one, but the other one needs to be taken down silently."

"I haven't got a silencer, Raven."

I narrow my eyes as they shift. "No, but you do have a knife. They aren't armored so I hope you've been practicing your aim. And no Matches, the box is supposedly containing information dire to the general. What it is, you'd have to ask the Captain."

"Alright, on your mark LT." I hear Scraps say before I fire. I watch through the scope as she turns the corner and throws her knife, and I smirk as they fall down beside their dead friends. "And that's another point for me."

"I didn't realize we were keeping score Scraps."

"If we are, then I'm far behind. I'm not getting any action at all."

"Didn't need to know about your sex life Matches. Or lack of one."

"Screw you Scraps."

"You wish."

"This is Wolf to Raven, come in Raven." I hear break through their chatter, and they fall silent as I reply.

"This is Raven, what's the word, Wolf?"

"I've got some bad news, you're being extracted in five. There's a heli inbound to your location."

I frown in confusion and shake my head. "What about the intel Sir? I thought we needed this-"

"No, Lieutenant, you alone are being extracted. Scraps and Matches will complete the mission with Graham instead." I falter at his words, a feeling of dread stirring in my stomach.

"Why am I being extracted, Sir?"

"Raven- Lucy, I got a message from-"

---

"We're here." Price says from the front passenger seat before he steps out of the car.

I look out the window and notice a familiar face along the group that Price was approaching. I open the door and swing my bag's strap over my shoulder.

"Well I'll be damned, it's been a while, Kyle." I grin as I approach the group.

"Lucy? Fuckin hell, how long has it been? It's good to see you." Kyle smiles as he breaks away from the group and pulls me into a hug, patting my back before we part.

"Been too long, eight years I think? You've gotten taller." I point out before he shakes his head.

"Nah, you've just shrunk."

I flick his cap and turn to the group, the man with the mohawk stepping forward with a kind smile was the next to introduce himself.

"Good to see a new face, I'm John MacTavish, but call me Soap." I raise a brow at his name as I shake his hand.

"Interesting name Soap. I'm Lucy, Lucy Dantes, but my call sign is Raven." I state before he motions his head toward the man wearing the mask, and the tallest of the Task Force.

"He's Ghost, don't worry he's just a wee bit shy-"

"That'll do." Is all Ghost says before his eyes meet mine again.

Nodding my head to him, I turn to Price as he starts talking. "You've met the team, so I'll leave it to Gaz to give you the tour and show you where you're sleeping. Good to have you on the team Raven." Price pats his hand on my shoulder before walking off.

I turn to Kyle and raise a brow. "Gaz?"

He chuckles and nods. "We have a lot to catch up on, Raven."

"Why are you called Raven?" Soap asks suddenly and I realize that Ghost had wandered off while Price was talking.

"Why are you called Soap?" I counter, causing him to grin.

"Oh, you'll fit right in Lass."

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x oc #john soap mactavish #john price #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #general shepherd #oc #original character #simon ghost riley x lucy dantes #ghost x raven #task force 141 #chapter 1 #bad at tags #ao3

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kylie-writes-stuff · 3 years ago

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Too Far

pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader ; greg x platonic!reader (but it's mostly a sweet family fic between rodrick and greg)

warnings: cussing, rodrick thinks greg ran away/is missing, rodrick's probably ooc, uh idk what else

word count: 1.7k (why is this the longest thing i’ve written-)

summary: (takes place during rodrick rules) y/n has been a good neighbor and friend for a while now. either of the heffley boys can go to them for anything.

a/n: im a strong believer in the fact that rodrick has a soft side and he truly cares about his little brother. he doesn't show it a lot but it's there. i love rodrick so much so i wanted to try writing for him. sorry if it's ooc but i dunno, i like it. let me know what you think :)

You were watching tv, no clue what just happened in the house down the street, when there was a knock on the door.

You got up, groaning. Who would be here this late?

You opened the door, somewhat annoyed, until you saw that it was... Greg?

It was Greg, the young boy from down the street, with tears in his eyes.

You immediately wrapped an arm around him, leading him inside, “Woah, kid, what’s wrong?”

As the two of you sat back down on the couch, he choked out an answer, “R-Rodrick.”

“What did he do this time? Want me to beat his ass for you?"

A small smile crossed your face when you were able to make the boy chuckle.

He explained that him and Rodrick had a great night together but things went bad once they got home. He said that their parents found the pictures from the party last week, which you had attended, and both the boys got it trouble. But that wasn't why Greg was crying. He was crying because Rodrick was disappointed in him and said some hurtful things.

You didn't push any further. Greg was a tough kid, most of the time, so whatever Rodrick said must've been really bad.

"Wait," you said after a few minutes, "Do your parents know you're here?"

"N-no. I snuck out."

"Greg, you can't do that," you said sternly. You weren't angry, just worried.

"You and Rodrick both sneak out all the time," He tried to reason.

"That's different. We're both old enough to take care of ourselves. No offense, but you're still just a kid. If your parents find out they're gonna be worried sick."

"Can I just stay for a while longer? Please? Besides if they find out I'm gone, they'll probably check here first."

It was true. Greg and Rowley would come to your house sometimes, just to have a different place to hang out. Your parents were away a lot of the time so it worked out.

You were Greg's babysitter when he was in 5th and 6th grade. Ms. Heffley knew you were a responsible kid and she didn't exactly want Rodrick in charge. Now he's in 7th and he's trusted a bit more so you didn't have to take care of him anymore. During that time was when you and Greg got close. The two of you became friends.

You had gotten pretty close with Rodrick too. Especially since you had a lot of the same classes in school. The two of you had similar interests so you would hang out sometimes.

Of course, you couldn't say no to Greg.

You two sat and watched whatever he wanted to watch. You told him that he could have whatever he wanted from the kitchen, it didn't matter. He immediately searched for ice cream, making you laugh.

Soon there was another knock on the door. This time you looked out the peep hole.

"It's Rodrick," you whispered to Greg.

"I'm not here!" He whispered back, running up the stairs.

You waited until he was all the way upstairs, before you opened the door, "Rodrick? Hey, what's up?"

He looked back at you with panicked eyes, "(Y/n), you gotta helped me."

You ushered him in, just as you had done with his younger brother not long ago, and you two sat down. "Of course, what is it?"

"Well I- me and Greg got into a fight I guess? I said some stuff I shouldn't have. I- Fuck, (Y/n), I messed up... I took it too far."

You gently put a hand on his knee, "Hey, relax. You're okay. What do you mean you took it too far?"

"I told him that... I said 'you might be my brother, but you'll never be my friend'. W-We got in trouble for something and I got mad at him. Obviously I don't mean it, i-it just kinda slipped out."

"Okay, well, we both how Greg is. I'm sure he'll understand if you just tell him and apologize. You two will be fine," you offered him a soft smile.

To your surprise, he shook his head.

"That's not what I need your help with."

"Oh," was all you could say.

"I went to check on him a while ago because he's never been in this much trouble, I wanted to make sure he was okay. Mom and Dad were already asleep. I- I went into his room and... and he was gone. (Y/n), I don't know what to do."

You pulled him into a hug, him quickly latching onto you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair. "It's okay Rodrick. I'll help you find him."

Of course, you knew where he was. But you wouldn't give away Greg's spot if he didn't want you too.

Rodrick looked up at you, "You will?"

"Of course, let me get a jacket and we'll go."

You went up the stairs and into your room, where Greg was sitting on your bed.

"Dude, he-"

"I heard all of it. I understand."

"Oh good," you said, waking to your closet to get a jacket, "So, do you forgive him?"

"Of course, he's my brother," The two of you smiled.

As you pulled on your jacket, you asked, "Well what do you wanna do? He's ready to go searching for you."

"Maybe you two can drive around for a while and come back, and i'll just be on the sidewalk around here? I don't know, I just don't him to get at you for lying." He suggested.

You thought about it, nodding.

"Okay... but be careful, alright? Stay in here for like 15 minutes, then you can go out."

You went back downstairs and grabbed your keys. Rodrick followed you out and into your car.

"He couldn't have gone far, right?" He asked, bouncing his knee up and down.

"Nah, i'm sure he stayed close. Lets just check the neighborhood, yeah?" You said.

You drove around, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console where Rodrick was holding it tightly.

"H-he can't be gone. (Y/n), he can't!"

Of course, you haven't "found" Greg yet. Rodrick was freaking out.

You pulled over and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his hand still in yours.

"Hey, Rod, it's okay. We'll find him, I promise."

Rodrick shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy. You felt bad for letting him believe Greg was really gone for so long, but you told Greg you'd stick with his plan. And you were true to your word.

"What if we don't?" His voice cracked.

"We will, I promise. But it's getting late and you should rest. We'll go looking for him first thing in the morning. I bet you he probably went to Rowley's house."

"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," Rodrick nodded. "Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you. For Greg, too. I love that kid."

Rodrick smiled, hearing you speak so fondly of his younger brother. In that moment, he knew everything would work out.

You started driving back to the cul-de-sac you guys lived on. Rodrick leaned his head against the window and started to dose off, his hand still holding yours tightly.

Then you saw it. Greg walking on the sidewalk, just like he said he would.

"Rodrick! Dude!" You shook him awake.

"Huh? What?" He woke up, startled.

"Look!" You pointed over to Greg while pulling over.

Rodrick saw him and as soon as you stopped the car, he opened the door and stumbled out.

"Greg!" He called out to his younger brother.

Before Greg could even turn around, Rodrick had him engulfed in a hug. The display of affection obviously took Greg by surprised.

"Don't ever do that again," Rodrick paused, trying to come up with some sort of insult, "... dumbass."

"I won't, I promise."

You watched as the two brothers smiled at each other. A rare occurrence for sure, but a nice one.

Rodrick lightly pushed Greg towards the car and they both got in.

"Hey (Y/n)." Greg said from the back seat.

"Hey, kid, glad you're safe," You smiled back at him.

"Yeah."

"Had this guy close to bursting into tears," You snickered, gesturing towards Rodrick and trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't tell him that!" Rodrick mumbled as he nudged your arm. This only made you and Greg giggle more.

You saw a smile form on Rodrick's lips, despite him trying to hide it. Laughter was, indeed, contagious.

You poked his cheek, making him chuckle.

You started to drive towards the Heffley house, the mood in the car now light and playful. You pulled into their driveway and unlocked the doors.

"Go inside, twerp. I'll catch up." Rodrick said.

"Okay," Greg smiled, getting out and heading towards the door.

"(Y/n)... thank you." Rodrick said, his voice softer as he looked down at his shoes.

"For what?"

"I dunno, everything. I mean, who would get up in the middle of the night and help some loser look for their little brother?"

"Oh c'mon, Rodrick. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you or that kid. It's no big deal, really." You said.

"It is to me. Thank you," He finally looked up at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Anytime."

"Can I- um... can I try something?" He asked. His eyes darted away from you for a split second.

"Well, uh, yeah. Sure." You said, curious to as what wants to do.

Suddenly, Rodrick put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. You felt his lips press against yours softly and closed your eyes. The kiss lasted only a little bit, but it felt much longer.

You couldn’t lie. It felt amazing. Kissing Rodrick just felt so... right. It’s like your lips were made for each other.

He pulled back a little and you smiled, laughing softly.

"Is- Is that a good thing?" He asked.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You leaned in and kissed him again. He was quick to kiss back. Eventually you leaned back.

"You should get inside," Another kiss, "Don't want you getting in more trouble."

Rodrick's usual confidence came back and he smirked, "If it's for you, it's worth it."

"Shut up!" You laughed.

He chuckled and pecked your cheek, before walking to the door.

As you pulled into your own driveway, you smiled.

Your relationship with Rodrick Heffley had changed tonight. But you know it had changed for the better.

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick heffley imagine

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angry-geese · 3 years ago

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Slasher!Geto x Reader

Warnings: nsfw/mdni. modern/college au. extremely dubious consent, predator/prey, knifeplay, glove kink (kinda??), manhandling, fingering, mating press, breeding kink, creampies/unprotected sex, slight praise kink- Geto calls the reader a good girl. afab reader. dark content warning

Notes: my first time writing for Geto so i apologize if hes ooc. implied Yuji x Megumi (its mentioned like once), and Yuji and Sukuna are brothers in this. this wasn't beta read so ignore any mistakes lol

Word Count: about 3.4k

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You weren't sure what to expect when your friends invited you out to a bonfire with them. The place you recognize; an old abandoned barn, mostly used to hide out and smoke in. It's long fallen into disrepair. The property is abandoned. At one point there was a house too, but the forest is too dense, and it's become too overgrown for anyone to bother with.

You’re not dressed for the weather; shivering as you snub out your cigarette. Your shoes are beginning to hurt your feet. You're certain you'll have blisters in the morning. You never expected to be here long, and had plans to go to a party at a friend's house afterwards.

Yuji and Megumi had to be in on it. Yuji could hardly keep a secret, let alone pretend to be dead to save his own life. You saw the smile he cracked as he sprayed fake blood all over his boyfriend. Megumi even asked if this was where he was supposed to fall, before saying "oh, right" and dramatically flopping to the ground. As you wandered off to smoke, they were gone, probably off to terrorize more of your friends.

It looked real. A prank. Someone—probably Yuji's weird brother, Sukuna—must have planned this. He’s done it before. Sukuna takes far too much joy in scaring people. You must have gotten turned around when he started chasing you. You can't be very far from your friends.

The path narrows as you get closer to the road. The car shouldn’t be that far away. There’ll be a creek, with a bridge, and then it's another few yards until the clearing. At the end of the lot is Maki’s car, and the field with the barn.

Instead of stumbling across the lot, you find a gravel road. Though it's clearly not used often, the bushes are trimmed back away from the road, and it's fairly well maintained. There's a ‘No Hunting sign’ nailed to a tree. The paint is faded. It must be a few years old.

The road is easier on your feet than running through the woods. You figure if you don't come across the parking lot, then you'll come across a house, or someone who knows where you are. Preferably one of your friends. Nobara. Or maybe Yuji. They seem to know the area better than you.

You have no choice but to walk. The sun is setting, and you'd rather not be lost in the woods after dark. You doubt your friends will leave without you, but you don't want to keep them waiting any longer than you have to.

At the end of the road sits a house. It's a little old, though much like the road, it hasn't fallen into disrepair. The paint is peeling in some spots, but in others, it appears to have been fixed. The shutters and curtains are drawn tight. No car sits in the driveway. A bit of smoke drifts from the chimney. Though it's faint, and white. The fire must have just gone out.

The thought of a warm fire makes you shiver. A chill settles into your bones, cutting right through your thin costume.

The porch light is motion activated, and comes on when you walk up the steps. The bright light makes you wince, but the sign of civilization is comforting.

When you knock, no one answers.

"Hello?" You call out. "I was at this party and I kinda got separated from my friends. I could use some help."

A hand reaches out from behind you, grabbing you by the collar. You stop like you’ve hit a brick wall. The force is nearly enough to knock the air from your lungs.

“Gotcha!”

The man spins you around to face him. You don't recognize him. He’s too small in stature to be Sukuna—or Yuji, for that matter, but too tall to be Nobara or Maki. Not to mention his hair is black, and far longer than either of theirs. He can’t be Choso, either, as he’s dressed differently than Yuji’s other brother, who had left hours ago. His costume wasn't anything your friends were wearing; Yuji and Megumi were both dressed normally, and Inumaki was a ghost, though he took his costume off halfway through because he couldn't see.

He’s not one of your friends—or anyone you recognize. You didn't see him in the car, or in the parking lot, or even in the barn.

Your gaze turns to the knife in his hand. He must be one of Sukuna’s friends. He’s probably in on this. He’ll know how to get back.

“Oh!” A soft gasp leaves your lips. The corners of your lips turn up in a grin. “Don't kill me, I want to be in the sequel!”

“And let a cute thing like you slip out of my hands?" He asks. "No way!"

You laugh, and roll your eyes. He’s not unattractive, though he isn't your type. Really, you just want to get back to the bonfire and warm up. Maybe if you were drunk you’d give that a second thought.

“I’ve gotta be getting back to my friends,” you say, “they're over-”

He's not letting go. If anything, his grip on your wrist tightens.

“Yeah. Very funny.” You say. “You can let me go now!”

This draws an amused sounding hum from him. His bright, black eyes scan you, taking your form in hungrily. It's predatory. Like he's a dog eying a small rabbit. You want nothing more than to shrink under his gaze. He drags the tip of the knife down your exposed stomach.

The metal is cold against your skin. Goosebumps raise along your exposed flesh. The blade itself is clean. Almost unsettlingly so. Wouldn't a prop have fake rust? Or at least be a little dinged up? Or have that same dullness that plastic does? It feels too real to be a prop. Like it'll actually cut you.

"I don't think I will."

The contents of your stomach have seemingly turned to cement. You let out a soft “whatthefuck” under your breath.

"You're not with Sukuna, are you?" You ask, swallowing hard.

He lets out a soft ‘tsk’ before saying “you and I both know the answer to that.”

The reality of the situation is slowly setting in. Your eyes widen.

“Oh christ. Don't-” a noise resembling a sob escapes you, “don't hurt me!”

"You think I'd just kill you here?" He asks. "No. You're far too special to kill now,

"Why don't you start running? I'll give you to the count of three. Then, if I catch you, I get to do whatever I want with you."

His sing-song tone of voice sets you on edge. Every fiber of your being is telling you to run. Your eyes are wide, though you nod. There's something oddly hypnotic about his gaze. His bright black eyes. They're not the eyes of a man, but an imitation of one.

He cracks a soft smile as your eyes meet his.

"Good girl," he says. "I like girls who listen,

"One,"

Your feet are moving before your brain is telling them to. Your hands find the door handle, and twist. It's unlocked. You throw it open, squeezing through the crack in the door, and slamming it shut, doing both the handle's lock, and the deadbolt.

"Two," his voice is muffled now.

There's a soft thud as something hits the door. You kick off your heels and make a break for the top floor. Somewhere downstairs you hear glass breaking.

"Three!"

The voice comes from inside now. He couldn't have broken down the door. You must have left something unlocked. Maybe he came through the back?

Humans are persistent hunters. While other species wait for a time to strike, humans simply follow their prey, letting it run and run until it tires itself out.

Adrenaline is beginning to kick in. You find the first closet and shut yourself in it. The room is cramped, and smells faintly of moth balls. You crouch, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You can peek through the shutters in the closet door. They're angled downward, allowing you to see out, but not allowing him to see in. The jackets hanging in the closet do little to conceal your shaking form.

That's when you notice something out in the hall. Your phone. It lays on the floor, face up. It must have slipped out of your hand. You didn't even hear it drop.

He walks by you at first. You listen to his footsteps as he checks each room on the second floor. He's gone long enough that you think he's finally gone downstairs.

Your phone begins ringing. Not quietly, either. You lean a little closer to the door, trying to get a look at the caller ID.

It's Nobara.

Shit!

Shitshitshitshit! Not now!

A shadow covers the door. Instinctively you jump back. Fear prickles in your fingertips, and leaves your palms damp with sweat. You clamp a hand over your mouth to help muffle your breathing, which you’re certain he can hear. The shadow stops, standing there for a moment, before moving on.

Your foot slips, knocking over an umbrella leaned against the wall. You let out a sharp gasp, followed by a: “Shit! No!”

Before you can catch it, the umbrella clatters to the floor. You could almost swear the noise echoes through the house. You're shaking now, your body trembling as both your hands move to cover your mouth.

You're dead. You're so dead!

He leans down just enough for your eyes to be level with his. Though the closet is dark, you know there's enough light for him to see you. The look in his eyes is unreadable. His head tilts to the side. He clicks his tongue, either with disappointment, or excitement, you can't tell.

"There you are," he coos, "found you!"

He’s smiling. Not a predatory grin, but a smile that you’d give a friend after not seeing them for a while. It makes you shudder. As the door opens, you're preparing to make a break for it. He seemingly senses this, and wraps his arms around you before you can run.

You squeal, and kick your leg out, slamming into his shin. Hard. He lets out a grunt of pain, his grip around you loosening. Really, you were hoping to hit somewhere soft, but seeing as he drops you, this'll work. You're certain it hurts you more than it hurts him- it feels like kicking a brick wall. Pain shoots up your leg, from your toes, to your hip. But enough adrenaline has kicked in that you can ignore it.

You've only stunned him. You make it around the corner, to the top of the stairs before he grabs you, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Let me go-” you try to bring your elbow out, but he grabs your arm, caging you against the wall in his arms. The back of your head presses against the cool wood of the wall. His gloved hand moves to cup your face, tilting your chin up to look at him. Your eyes screw shut. If you kept them open you'd only be looking at him through tears.

His free hand trails up your thigh. There's no warmth to his touch. All you feel is the cold leather of his glove as his hand wanders under the hem of your skirt. Your hand clamps over your mouth to stifle your gasp as you hear something rip- your tights.

“No panties?” He clicks his tongue. “Dirty girl…”

His words make your face burn. Either with shame, or with arousal, you can't tell. It takes a considerable amount of energy to open your eyes. It's like your body doesn't want you to.

Geto’s face is mere inches from yours. The smell of something sweet is on his breath. He says a soft “good girl” upon seeing your eyes, and the shameful look that fills them. He's speaking to you like a lover. Softly. He's touching you like one too. The thought of all this makes you nauseous.

Then why are you enjoying it?

You refuse to meet his gaze, instead turning your eyes to the ceiling.

Something trails to the slick spot between your legs. It's too cold to be his hand. Though his fingers aren't particularly warm, this is something else. It's metal.

The handle of his knife.

He's… violating you! With his stupid knife!

You want to scream. You want to bite his hand. You want to run.

Your body freezes as the handle of his knife presses against your slick cunt, slowly working inside. That's when your eyes fly open, unblinking. It's hardly bigger than two of his fingers; there's little resistance as it presses into you. You can ignore it until he angles it in a way that presses against your g-spot.

“Oh!” He gasps. There's genuine excitement to his voice. “Is that sensitive?”

You shake your head. But both of you know you’re lying.

Your thighs clamp together in an attempt to shove him away. The moment his gloved fingers find your clit, your legs turn to jelly. The feeling of the leather is odd, though not unpleasant. You grip onto his forearm to help steady yourself. Your nails leave little crescent shaped indents on his arms. Your teeth dig into your tongue to help stifle the soft moans that threaten to fall past your lips.

Your orgasm rolls over you far sooner than you expected. He practically forces it out of you, working you with your fingers until you’re nothing but a writhing, moaning mess. Your slick drips down your shaking thighs, onto his fingers, which he cleans off in his mouth. The moan that leaves him is nothing short of lewd. You couldn't possibly blush any more.

In your weak state, there's little you can do to stop him as he hauls you into his arms, throwing you over his shoulder. All you can do is claw at his back pitifully as he carries you to the nearest bedroom.

A squeal escapes you as you’re tossed roughly onto the bed. The mattress does little to cushion your fall. He’s quick to climb on after you, caging your body under his. His fingers work under the hem on your shirt, shoving it—along with your bra—up over your tits. Soft grunts and groans leave his lips as he rubs his growing erection against your thighs, groping your breast in his free hand. The warmth of your skin seeps through his glove, into his hand. He drags the tip of the knife across your exposed stomach. The sight of your slick cunt is almost enough to make his cock stand to attention.

With one hand he undoes his belt, shoving his pants—along with his boxers—down his hips. He's not too intimidating in size, but he's certainly not small. The hairs towards the base of his cock are dark and unruly. Precum leaks from the head as he gives himself a few strokes.

“Oh god-” You can't tell if your words are meant to be a curse, or a prayer.

“There's no god here, my love,” he says, “only me.”

There's no stopping the moan that falls past your lips as he presses into you. Your hand moves to cover your mouth. Your teeth dig into your fingers so hard it feels as if you’ll draw blood.

His free hand—the one that's not groping at your bare breasts—moves to cup your cheek. Your eyes only meet his for a moment. His bright black eyes never leave your face, studying your every movement. From the way you blush, to the way your face countries in pleasure.

“Look at you,” he coos, “how pretty.”

Your eyes screw shut. You’re desperate to look at anything but him. More words of praise fall past his lips. His thumb softly traces your cheekbone. You don't understand how someone can be so rough, yet so gentle.

The kiss he pulls you into is rough, and full of need. Geto nibbles at your bottom lip until you allow his tongue to enter your mouth. A line of saliva connects your lips to his as he pulls away.

The sound of his hips slapping against yours fills the room. His nails leave little crescent-shaped indents in your skin as they dig into your hips. Heat pools between your legs, only furthered by his erratic thrusts. He wants to take his time with you. And he will. But you just look so nice under him, blushing and hiding your face in your hands, he can't help it.

Your orgasm has left you sensitive, and far more reactive to his touch. You can practically feel each vein and ridge of his cock as he ruts into you. He leans down to suck a dark mark into your pulse point. It makes him wonder how your heart must be racing. How fight or flight should be kicking in. He's overcome with the urge to mark you as his.

Geto can't tear his eyes away from the sight of your breasts and how they bounce with each thrust. He licks a stripe down your neck, chuckling when you shudder at the feeling of his warm tongue. His lips are glossy with a mix of your saliva and his, and bitten a shade of pink.

A whimper escapes you as he pinches cruelly at your nipples. The soft noise makes his cock twitch. He leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, nipping at it softly.

Geto’s hands plant on the back of your knees, shoving them towards your chest. The new angle allows him to hit deeper than before, the tip of his cock just barely kissing your cervix. The sensation is strange. You've never had a partner hit so deep before. It's not painful—not like you expected it to be—though it's not the most comfortable feeling.

“It's too deep!” You say. Your nails have dug into your palm hard enough to leave marks.

A grin tugs at the corner of his lips. The look in his eyes is nothing short of predatory. You feel small. His gaze only makes you want to shrink.

“You can take all of it,” he says, “can't you?”

You frantically shake your head, but he only coos at you, telling you that you can take it.

Geto gives no warning when he’s about to cum. It does cross his mind to say something, but his thoughts are too clouded with pleasure to act on it. His mind is too hazy with the thought of you fucked full of his cum, having it leak from your swollen cunt. Or how you’d look swollen with his child.

His body seizes for a moment as he cums, spilling his seed into your unprotected womb. The signs are there; in the way his breathing grows heavier, or how sweat beads on his forehead. But between your own pleasure, and his constant taunting, it goes unnoticed by you. He never stops thrusting, only fucking deeper into your abused cunt.

You’re none the wiser until you feel something dripping down your thighs.

When you finally cum, you cum hard. Your orgasm rolls over you like a wave, pulling you under and spitting you out wrong.

Geto pulls out slowly, so as to not spill any of his cum. The little that does fall out, he quickly plugs back in with his fingers, warning you “not to spill a drop.”

You roll onto your side facing towards the window. Though you can't see him, you feel his eyes on your back. His hand strokes your hair, down the curve of your spine. Such an action should be that of a lover, not… him. But your body gives in to his touch before your mind does, slowly relaxing against him. Your face buries in the pillow, which is cold, and smells of mothballs.

Exhaustion has set in, leaving your limbs heavy, and your head feeling light. The feeling of his fingers across your back does little to help that. You're not certain how much time passes as you lay there. The sun has disappeared behind the trees entirely. You can only fight off sleep for so long before it threatens to drag you under.

“Did you really think I was done with you?” He asks.

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solarwriting · 4 years ago

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guns and gifts

carl gallagher x fem!reader

request: Hey! I hope I can send you a request for Karl Gallagher of Shameless. Maybe Karl and y / n were a couple before jail, and after leaving jail he came to her to ask her for forgiveness. y / n doesn't forgive him and he starts giving her gifts and apologizing every day. Then everything is at your discretion. Happy ending please💛 from @powerpuffluuvv

genere: fluff + angst

word count: 2.1k

warnings: swearing, ooc carl

posted on april 18, 2021

puppy love. thirteen year-olds holding hands and sharing stolen kisses. it was a sweet relationship that could’ve grown and matured with the two teens as they did. instead carl found himself a job on the corner and when he got caught y/n was done. fiona tried to get through to the boy, asking him to apologize but he brushed her off.

“can i please just talk to him? maybe he’ll listen to me.” y/n pleaded with the lawyer.

fiona stepped in, “it wouldn’t hurt to try it.”

“five minutes.” the lawyer relented.

y/n thanked him and rushed into the room where he sat. he squinted at her through the glasses fiona gave him. “i’m not fuckin’ sorry. i wish i was smarter about it. i wouldn’t have used chuckie as a mule.”

“you know what. if you don’t tell that judge you’re fucking sorry and that you’ve learned from your mistakes i will never speak to you again.” y/n exited the room quickly letting the ultimatum hang in the air as the door slammed behind her.

during the hearing her eyes were trained on the back of his head, hoping she could somehow will him to do the right thing. she kept her arms crossed as she leaned back. kev and v were sat next to her, waiting anxiously to see what he’d say.

“i’m going to make juvie my bitch.” as soon as he said those words, y/n sighed, getting up from her seat, shouldering her back and slipping out of the courtroom as they hauled carl away. he caught her eye before she left, she froze for a moment before shaking her head and making her exit.

time passed and she still spent time with the rest of the gallaghers, she lived across the street so it would have been hard not too. she helped take care of liam when needed and she got a job at patsy’s with fiona’s help.

the day carl came back had been a surprise for everyone, y/n was helping fiona with making dinner after a shift at patsy’s. the front door had slammed shut and, thinking it was debbie, fiona asked if she got a message about hamburger buns. y/n’s eyes shot up when a much deeper voice responded, “nah, it’s just me.”

excited, fiona rushed towards the boy, wrapping him up in a hug. hugging back, he looked up throwing a wave to y/n who was rooted in place, “hey, y/n.”

snapping herself back into reality she lurched forward wiping her hands and grabbing her things, pulling her bag over her shoulder and gripping her keys tightly she looked back at the boy as fiona fussed over his new appearance. “fuck you, carl.” she spat, slamming the back door shut behind her.

y/n managed to avoid carl at school the next day, he was too busy with “his boy” nick and his new white boy carl personality and selling illegal weapons in the bathrooms to bother her anyways. she rushed to patsy’s as soon as school ended and began her shift.

she spent the afternoon rushing from table to table, taking orders, passing out food, and pouring coffee. she was pouring coffee for a couple sitting near the front door when the bell twinkled, signaling a new customer.

her back turned to the door and her focus pointed and the coffee she was pouring she greeted the customer quickly, “take a seat anywhere and i’ll be right with you darling.” she smiled at the couple before turning around, finding herself face to face with white boy carl himself. “get the fuck out.”

y/n rushed away from him, pouring coffee for a man sat at the counter. carl followed, “please just talk to me, y/n.”

“she doesn’t want to talk to you, man.” the customer spoke up as y/n placed the coffee pot on the burner.

“what the fuck did you just say to me?” carl asked the man.

he stood up, “i told you she doesn’t want to talk. so leave.”

y/n stepped in before a physical altercation broke out, “thank so much, sir, but i can fight my own battles.” she pushed carl towards the door, “out.” she kept pushing him despite his protests, “get the fuck out. go.”

the door slammed behind them, and carl began to speak, “no, you’re going to shut your fucking mouth and listen. i don’t want to listen to you. i don’t want to talk to you. and i don’t even want to see you but that last one might be a little fucking impossible since we’re neighbors and i work with your sister so i’m going to be civil towards you but i will only acknowledge your existence when it is absolutely necessary. clear?”

carl began to protest but y/n cut him off, “are we fucking clear?” carl grumbled an agreement and y/n sighed, “good, now get the fuck out if here. i have to go back to work.”

y/n rushed back into the diner, throwing herself back into work. hoping she looked busy enough to keep the nosy man from before to leave her alone, she poured more coffee, took orders, passed out plates. until her shift ended and she could finally take the l back home.

the next run in with carl happened two days later, she was walking home from school, thankful for the day off from work when carl and nick pulled up on a bike. “y/n! wait!”

sighing, y/n whipped around, “i thought i told you i didn’t want to talk to you.”

“i have something for you.” carl explained as he got closer, y/n ignored him and started walking again, the bike quickly catching up with her. “here.”

y/n scoffed, eyeing the bag, “whatever it is i don’t want it.”

“it’s a book, debbie told me you wanted to read it.”

y/n sped up, “no thanks, already read it.” she didn’t care what book it was, she didn’t want anything from him. she took this moment to cross the street, the passing cars making it difficult for the boys on the bike to follow.

she entered the gallagher house hoping carl would be too busy to come home for a few hours while she watched liam. “i get off at nine, if anyone else comes home you’re welcome to leave but i plan on bringing something back for dinner if you want to stick around for that.”

“of course i’ll stay. me and liam are going to have a great time. isn’t that right liam?” y/n asked the toddler who nodded enthusiastically. fiona thanked her and rushed out the door.

y/n put on a movie, which liam fell asleep watching about thirty minutes in. y/n got up and stretched when the movie ended, adjusting the blanket she threw over liam when he fell asleep. she walked in the kitchen, stiff from sitting for so long. she pulled out a can of pop from the fridge and leaned her back against the fridge, using to stretch her body more.

the door swung open and carl walked in, “good you’re hear, i have something else for you.”

“whatever it is, i don’t want it.” y/n sighed into her drink.

“it’s a necklace, here.” he opened the velvet box to show her an expensive looking necklace.

she turned away from him, “no thanks.” walking back into the living room. “go somewhere else please, i have to watch liam.”

carl sighed before exiting the house with nick, who had been hanging back by the door during the exchange. he nodded to nick and the two rolled out to go do god knows what.

that night fiona came home with food, the entire gallagher clan plus kev and v enjoyed. there were enough people that y/n managed to avoid speaking to carl the entire evening. every time he tried to speak to her she’d find someone to talk to, she talked lip about something she had to do for school, ian told her about trevor, and her and debbie talked about anything.

v even pointed out the strange behavior when carl was left looking slightly dejected to fiona, who just shrugged in response.

“thank you fiona, goodnight everyone.” y/n called as she stepped out the back door. she crossed the street quickly and made it home, which as usual was empty, the rest of her family nowhere to be found.

she sighed, grabbing a beer from the fridge and kicking of her shoes as soon as she made it to her room. she threw herself back on her bed yelping when she collided with something hard. she jumped up only to see the jewelry box and book carl had bought her. she set her beer down and pulled the box open, smiling at the necklace. it was gold, with a small tear shaped pendant that held some sort of crystal or diamond.

she set the box next to her beer, which she grabbed and took sip of as she grabbed the book. it was actually something she’d been wanting, she rolled her eyes before opening it to the first page.

the next fee days followed a similar pattern, carl would stop her at school and work and even his own house to offer her gifts, which she would refuse, which would always end up on her bed at the end of the day. on a particularly rough day, y/n had enough. she was walking home from school, carl (who was alone this time) behind her, like clockwork offering another gift.

“carl, please just leave me alone. i don’t have the energy to deal with you.” y/n said not stopping. carl made a comment and y/n snapped, “god i’m not going to forgive you because you chose to go to juvie. you could have just apologized and gotten parole but that didn’t happen. and i’m not going to be your girlfriend again because i don’t even know who you are any more, this thug personality doesn’t look good on you.” y/n sighed rushing away before he could answer.

she was suddenly thankful for the day off, deciding to spend it all alone at home. it was a friday and her weekend was also free so she spent the next few days home alone. her family was gone of course, they only only seemed to show up once a month just to leave again the same day.

sunday evening y/n laid in the couch watching what was on tv when there was a knock on the door. y/n groaned, getting up to answer it freezing when carl was revealed on the other side. he looked small, he was curled into himself and he looked sad. his braids were out, soft curls in the place. “hey, y/n.” he said softly. y/n wordlessly moved out of the way to let him in.

“i’m done. no more sell drugs, guns, anything. something happened, with nick and i don’t want that to be my life anymore.” his voice cracked and y/n instinctively wrapped him into a hug, squeezing protectively. he cried into her shoulder, holding her tightly, scared to let her go.

“hey,” y/n spoke softly, running her fingers through his hair, “you’re okay. i got you.” once carl calmed down, he pulled away but y/n held onto him, hands on his face.

“i really miss you y/n. and i know i was awful before but all i want to do is be with you. i love you.” he sighed, his hands holding her wrists.

y/n pulled him closer, “i love you, too, idiot.” carl gave her a lopsided smiled before surging forward to connect their lips in a hot kiss. y/n stumbled backwards before backing into the wall behind her. carl bit on her lip softly causing her breath to catch in her throat. she tugged on his hair and he squeezed her hips. she pulled away for breath, pressing her forehead to his, “my room?” breathless carl nodded pressing a quick kiss to her lips before they rushed to her room.

the next morning the front door slammed opened, “y/n! i’m going to kill fiona!” debbie stormed through the house bursting into y/n’s room where she was laying next to a topless carl, wearing only his t-shirt, “oh my god! ew!” debbie shielded her eyes from the sight before her.

“hey, debs.” y/n mumbled, sheepishly.

debbie groaned, “just get dressed, we have school.”

#carl gallagher imagine #carl gallagher #shameless x reader #shameless fanfiction #shameless imagine #shameless #lip gallagher #fiona gallagher #debbie gallagher #ian gallagher #kev ball #veronica ball #veronica fisher #2k words

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mortedeveles · 3 years ago

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BARK BARK WOOF- *cough* Hi☺️

Um….. Hello😁

If it’s not to much to ask………..

May I request HCs for Kirishima, Bakugo, and Denki? Headcannons about how they would celebrate their s/o birthday🥰🥰🥰🥰 I’m here to laugh, cry, and melt.

Happy late birthday Ash :) Consider this your third birthday gift >:) Kirishima's is the longest, sorry that Denki's is kinda short! Hope you enjoy muah muah

Kirishima, Bakugou + Denki celebrating reader’s birthday!

↪ Kirishima x fem!reader (fem prns/terms used), Bakugou x gn! reader, Denki x gn!reader

↪ Maybe OOC Kirishima? Fluff, minor angst and that’s it.

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↪ Kirishima Eijirou

As your boyfriend, Kirishima is 100% committed and devoted to you. He worships the ground you walk on (as he should!) You want some ice cream? You're getting some ice cream. You're sad? Not on his watch! He'll be quick to cuddle and do whatever to please you.

So your birthday is no exception from his devoted gestures. He'll prepare a surprise birthday party for you at the U.A. dorms. To amp the shock factor, he'll have everyone somewhat pretend they forgot your birthday (he'll be apologizing SO much for it afterward) and that everyone just agreed on going out, leaving you two alone in the dorms.

He'll greet you with a good morning kiss, give you a bouquet of either snacks or flowers (I'd say go with the snack bouquet) and he'll tell you to dress 'cause he's taking you out. Where, you may ask? Guess you'll have to wait and see.

Once you're all dolled up, he'll take you to a nice and fancy restaurant and you can eat to your heart's content! Kirishima will notice if you're feeling down because your friends forgot it was your birthday (or so you think...) and will be quick to reassure you. (It helps that he knows everyone is back at the U.A. dorms, preparing the surprise party but you don't need to know that yet!)

When the two of you are done eating, he'll take on you on a small walk before he orders another cab to take you two back but to your surprise, your sweet and loving boyfriend blindfolds you the moment you step into the car. Don't freak out yet- he's not kidnapping you, per se! Just trust him and everything will be just fine.

''Kirishima...'' you carefully choose your words, wondering what your boyfriend is plotting. ''Why am I blindfolded? What are you up to?''

You can hear the redhead nervously laugh as he guides you to wherever you two are, one hand settled on your hips while the other holds your hand.

''Don't worry! I just wanna give you one last gift. Watch where you step!'' You snort and hear him open a pair of doors before rushing you inside. ''Okay. On the count of three, I'm taking off your blindfold.'' You cross your arms, excited yet anxious about what you're soon to witness.

''One...'' the cloth begins to loosen around the back of your head. ''Two...'' Kirishima slowly lowers it. ''Three!'' The blindfold is ripped away and then you're blinking quickly as your classmates jump out of nowhere and scream with delight.

''SURPRISE! Happy birthday!''

It takes you a minute to process what's going on. You're in Class 1A's dorms and all your classmates are grinning with party hats on their heads. Mina and Uraraka are holding a huge cake, Denki and some other boys are hoisting a considerable amount of gifts and Tsuyu is crawling on the wall, where a huge poster reads "HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!"

Kirishima's holding you tight from behind, his face buried in your neck. You're shell-shocked, to say the least.

''What's...all of this?'' You can't fight back smiling even if you try. ''You guys did this for me?''

''Of course, we did!'' Mina says eagerly and with Momo's help, the three girls place the cake on the diner table. ''Kirishima told us about his plan a month ago and we got to work, ordering birthday supplies and learning how to bake with Bakugou's help.'' Said blonde simply grunts before slinking into the kitchen, which makes you snort.

''Aw...'' you turn to look at Kirishima, who's smiling at you widely. But there's a hint of nervousness on his face. ''So, do you like it?"

You wrap him in a hug and he's frozen in shock for a second before hugging you back. ''I love it.'' When you press a kiss on his lips, you hear some cheers and wolf-whistles while Kirishima's face grows red. You snicker but he's quick to kiss you back before wrapping you in a tight hug that lifts you from your feet.

''Okay, okay! You can put me down now!'' You laugh and the redhead beams at you before reaching for your hand.

''I'm glad you like it! Couldn't give my girl anything but the best for her birthday.''

↪ Bakugou Katsuki

Okay so I haven't written for Bakugou for a while but here we go. When dating Bakugou, it's probably a whole-ass process. The time he takes warming up to you, tolerating you (because let's be real, for a while he doesn't even know you exist), then stepping into the friendship zone, and from there it grows into much more.

Once you two are dating? Bakugou is much more open and relaxed with you, though he still has a reputation™ to keep up so don't expect him to be too affectionate in public.

He will still show he cares for you in other ways, like making sure you've drunk enough water throughout the day, eating your meals, and making you're sure you're taking care of yourself. On some mornings, he'll wake up before anyone else in the U.A. dorms and make you some breakfast (he will deny this if you ever mention it to someone LMAO).

So when it's your birthday, you feel like it'll be any other day. Sometimes Bakugou will do some heartfelt gestures but it's not daily so you're not sure what to expect on your birthday. But Bakugou is your boyfriend after all and he's determined to make sure he's the best boyfriend in all of Japan!

He'll start with making a five-star, practically gourmet breakfast in bed and once you're done eating, he'll nag and rush you like your mom so you hurry up, shower, and get dressed because he's taking you out. And he's not taking no for an answer >:( (that's his happy face /j)

He thinks your birthday is a special event that should be celebrated between you two, plus he's low-key a hermit so he's not too keen on having a big party with your friends or anything.

First, he'll take you out to your favorite food place, whether it's a fast-food restaurant or a classy and upper-class restaurant or whatsoever. Then he'll hand you over some gifts you have no idea where they came from and insists that you open them. (Surprise, he got you all the things he's seen you eyeing in stores but never actually bought)

At this point, you're supposed to tell him how he's such an amazing boyfriend (believe it or not he needs reassurance too, though he won't admit it) and he's expecting some kisses too. Mans will be like 🤨 🧍‍♂️ waiting for his kiss HAHAHA

Once you're tired and you wanna go back to the dorms, he'll pass by a bakery and buy you a cake then the two of you will head back.

Since it's your special day and all, Bakugou sucks it up if your friends want to spend time with you, throw you a party or something. It might not be his vibe but it's your day so he'll do everything in his power to spend it with you :,)

↪ Denki Kaminari

Will be the definition of going over the top and mayhaps failing miserably. But it's the thought that counts...right?

With one or two months beforehand, he'll get everyone together to help him organize the best birthday party in Japanese history! There'll be food, snacks, cake, some questionable water guns and so much stuff! But Denki isn't the best at organizing so unless someone like Iida, Midoriya or Momo help him organize, things might go sideways.

Bakugou might even step in and say he's tired of seeing dunce face stress over it (but really it's because he won't admit he cares for you as a friend and is willing to help organize your birthday party)

Denki will probably want to get a DJ too and then Bakugou will knock some sense into him (where the hell are we going to fit the equipment within the dorms!?)

I think Denki likes gift-giving so before it's even close to your birthday, he'll be buying you small gifts that grow into a pile of gifts throughout time (that's if he's not broke though, sometimes he'll splurge his money a little too much and then his wallet's empty 😨)

But regardless of money Denki will make sure you have a blast and that you'll have fun and enjoy your birthday :))

Once the day's over, he might even show up on your dorm bed, wearing his uniform but a rose between his lips but he looks so silly in the awkward position he's in that you end bursting into laughter, mildly offending him before you kiss him and his heart skips a beat.

The day will end with the two of you snuggling in bed, watching any movie you pick while stuffing your faces full with chips and other unhealthy snacks that are way too good to resist >:)

A/N: I haven’t done HC’s in a while but I hope you enjoyed Ash :) You’re lucky you’re my friend or whatever 🙄 and that your birthday was recently or whatevs 😒 otherwise i would’ve released ur HC’s later 💅 /lh If you enjoy please reblog, comment + like! Much love <3

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siswritesyanderes · 4 years ago

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Ok but yandere carlise x reader x yandere esme

(Not as detailed as I’d hoped to make it, but I quickly realized that if I went into detail then this thing would become very long. Hopefully avoided making the characters too OOC. Let me know if you like it, and how I did!)

…

You first met Dr. Cullen when you spent the day volunteering at the local hospital for one of your college classes.

There was a whole group of students there to help out, and you honestly weren’t sure why he seemed to notice you in particular; it certainly wasn’t because you were doing such a great job. Your work speed, in restocking the closets, was roughly average, and you kept having to ask your fellow volunteers where things were supposed to go. Granted, you at least weren’t one of the students who was transparently doing the absolute bare minimum to get the credit, but you wouldn’t exactly consider yourself a shining star of competence either.

Still, Dr. Cullen approached you personally to say, “Thank you for your help. You’re really doing us a great service.”

He was a beautiful man, with warm eyes that seemed to be beholding the goodness in your soul, for how amiably they glimmered.

“I don’t know if I can take any credit,” you said, admittedly flustered by the attention. “It was our teacher’s idea.”

He smiled kindly. “Nevertheless, we’re glad to have you here.”

You smiled back. “Glad to be here.” Then you continued working.

When Carlisle walked away from you, he carefully kept the reluctance from showing in his expression. He sent Esme a quick text warning her that they might have another soulmate in town: a human. His initial thought was that this would be the end of it; so long as Esme avoided meeting you, she wouldn’t feel the awful desperation currently clawing its way up Carlisle’s throat, and so long as Esme wasn’t suffering, Carlisle was confident in his own ability to let you live your own life, just as he had done with Esme, at first…

But then, he knew how that had turned out for her: years of pain, mistreatment…The thought of anything of the sort befalling you…The world was so dangerous, between humans and vampires and other such things, and you, so small in comparison, so vulnerable…

Carlisle regained his composure (though, to the untrained eye, he hadn’t lost it in the first place). The world could be dangerous, yes, but his awareness of that fact was informed, in no small part, by the fact that he wanted justification for keeping you. And he couldn’t give himself such license; it wouldn’t be right.

He wouldn’t drag you away from your human life.

Perhaps he could keep watch over you, and do you small favors every now and then, but that was the most he could afford to indulge.

He heard your stomach growl from across the room; he detoured to a vending machine and bought you a light snack. (Perfectly timed, Alice texted him your preference. No doubt, she was scouring the future to see how you might fit into it; he would have to have a talk with her, to be sure she didn’t go overboard. And deciding to have a talk with Alice functioned in the same way having a talk with Alice did.)

Dr. Cullen handed you a snack from the vending machine, which puzzled you at first; it didn’t seem like the hospital was handing out food to anyone else, and even if they were, why would one of the doctors take the time for such a thing?

He answered your unspoken question with a polite smile and the words, “You were looking a bit faint; I thought you might need this.”

Had you been looking unwell? You didn’t think you felt that bad, but a doctor would recognize the signs if something was wrong, and you were pretty hungry. “Thanks,” you said, and he dipped his head in your direction. Then he and his kind smile departed.

That wasn’t the last time you met Dr. Cullen.

Your paths crossed in all sorts of places: in the grocery store, he tapped you on the shoulder once to ask if you’d dropped a hundred dollar bill, and he urged you to keep it even once you’d told him it wasn’t yours; you saw him in your school’s science building, one day (He was there to speak to one of the professors, and he asked you if you had drunk any water recently.); and you even ran into him at the library. All incidents spaced out over weeks; not close enough together to really be coincidences worth thinking about. You figured that you had probably crossed paths just as much before meeting him, but only noticed now because you knew who he was.

Anyway, the two of you remained acquaintances. He was a nice man.

When someone slammed into your car, a few months later, he was the doctor who cared for you.

“A hit and run?” he murmured, tutting in displeasure as he moved a light across your eyes. “People should be more considerate, and careful with other people’s lives. You could have been seriously hurt.”

“They probably just made a mistake and were scared of the consequences,” you offered, because the doctor genuinely seemed somewhat upset. You were trying to assume the best about the other driver, because the alternative was getting angry about something you couldn’t change. You had barely even seen the car that had hit you. You just knew that it was some shade of yellow, and apparently much stronger than yours. “I wish we’d gotten to trade insurance information or something, though; my car is apparently totaled.” Despite your best efforts, your voice wavered.

“Don’t you worry about that,” Dr. Cullen said, and you were probably delirious, but something about the decisive way he said it made it seem, to you, as if he himself planned on helping you get your car fixed. “Follow the light with your eyes.”

You did.

“Have you...” The doctor seemed to choose his words carefully. “Have you called anyone, to let them know what happened, and that you’re alright?”

��No, I guess I haven’t. The ambulance got there so fast, I guess I didn’t have time to think about it.” You weren’t terribly concerned, though; if your relatives hadn’t been made aware of the crash, then they didn’t know to be worried yet. No need to call them now.

Dr. Cullen stilled at your words, though; the light in his hands shone in the spot between your eyes and did not move. It was as if he was deep in thought. No, as if he were at war with himself.

“Dr. Cullen?” you prompted.

He quickly smiled, setting down the light. “I think you should call them. Now, if you can. I would...just feel better if someone knew where you are, and that you’re alive.”

You called them (as awkward as that felt with the doctor right there in the room, patiently waiting), and Dr. Cullen seemed to relax.

Once you were released from the hospital, you went back to only seeing him every once in a while, around town.

Your car was mended seemingly overnight, under mysterious circumstances, and a part of you jokingly wondered if Dr. Cullen was some sort of fairy godmother, or guardian angel.

Then, another month after your accident, a stranger approached you while you were walking back from your last class of the evening.

“Hi,” the stranger greeted you, somewhat apologetically. She was shorter than you, with a lovely face and spiky black hair and a spritely disposition. “I’m Alice. I’m so sorry to bother you, but could you help me carry something to my car? It’s getting late, and I really don’t want to be here after dark.”

“Oh, sure,” you answered, feeling so at ease that you forgot every warning that would normally flood to your mind about the danger of following a stranger to her car. So at ease that your mind somehow just failed to observe the taller guy standing right next to Alice, well in your field of vision. You saw him, but you didn’t really think much of him.

You followed Alice to a bright yellow Porsche, and the shade of yellow stirred something in your memory, but you couldn’t say what; you were too busy looking for what you were supposed to be helping her lift.

A lovely woman with a long blond ponytail leaned against the car trunk, staring at something that she was holding in her hand, and there was a figure sitting inside the car, too; you couldn’t see them through the tinted windows, but you saw enough to be confused as to why you had been called here to help when it seemed Alice had many potential helpers, here.

Your panic, as you began to realize the ruse, had only just begun to climb when the blond woman suddenly moved, swift as a bird, behind you, and there was a hand over your mouth and a feeling like a pinch in the side of your neck.

The thing she was holding. It was a syringe.

The tall guy (the one you hadn’t thought much of, at first) moved to open the nearest door of the Porsche; he moved the passenger seat forward, to access the back row of seats.

“Wait, stop,” you slurred against the hand (the stunningly cold hand) over your mouth, as the woman who had syringed you began to maneuver you into the Porsche with surprising strength. You were already losing control of your limbs.

“This is officially the worst thing I’ve ever done,” the woman griped as she slid you carefully inside, then climbed in behind you. You were sandwiched between her and the person you’d seen through the tinted windows: a sulking young man with bronze hair. Four strangers total, and you were in the back seat of their car.

“Thank you, Rosalie, for your help,” Alice said resolutely. “Will you drive, Jazz?”

The tall one nodded, climbing into the driver’s seat while Alice occupied the passenger side.

You struggled to find your voice, or your fists, through the haze of sedative.

“It’s okay,” said the sulking young man at your side, in a surprisingly gentle voice. “I’m able to hear you, even if you can’t speak. I can read minds.”

“The human is still awake?” Rosalie said.

“Not for much longer, but yes. You have time to apologize.”

“Sorry about all this,” Rosalie said, gently nudging your mouth closed (as it had fallen open). “Don’t be scared; we just…have to bring you to Carlisle and Esme. They’re pretty great people, and they’ll treat you really well. And these guys were going to do it anyway, so I had to come and make sure things went smoothly. Alice and Jasper can’t even administer a shot; they probably would have chloroformed you or something-”

“Wouldn’t’ve had to,” said the tall guy in the driver’s seat- Jasper, apparently. “Could’ve just lightly flicked the back of their head at the right angle. Provided Alice checked the future to make sure we did it right.”

“…and didn’t cause a concussion, or worse,” the bronze-haired one deadpanned.

There was a brief silence. You were sinking against the self-proclaimed mind reader, unable to support your own weight. You were about to sleep. You actually wanted to sleep.

“Don’t worry, Rose,” Jasper added. “I’ve made sure the human isn’t afraid.”

You supposed you weren’t. Why weren’t you?

You fell asleep before you could figure it out.

…

You awoke to the sound of agitated voices, outside the (closed) door of a bedroom that was not your own.

You were in a bed, and it was obscenely soft and pleasant, but it wasn’t yours, and you weren’t home.

Where am I?

You felt weak, and tired. Heavy, confused. But you had to stay awake, and regain your wits, because you had been taken somewhere, and you didn’t know where or why. There was a window across the room. It was nighttime outside the window. Maybe if you could make it over there, you could climb out and run for it, but you didn’t yet have the strength to even get the bedcovers off of you.

“Because it’s been awful to watch how badly it affects you to be away from your mate,” one of the voices outside the door was saying. “All five of us agreed, and we never agree on anything!”

“And it’s not like it wouldn’t have happened eventually,” another voice agreed. “Just like with Esme.”

“Exactly! You were only prolonging your own suffering, for no reason.”

There was a sigh, and a familiar voice said, “Are you all finished?” It was Dr. Cullen; that much you knew, even though you had never heard him sound so tired.

“We did it for you, because you deserve happiness.”

“And now that Esme has seen them, there is no way to undo it, is there?” Dr. Cullen asked rhetorically. “Edward, is the human awake?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll bring some food up, Carlisle,” an entirely new voice suggested. “The children have been…underhanded, today, but there’s no reason we shouldn’t make the best of it.”

“It was for the best.” (Your head was clear enough, now, that you recognized this unabashed voice as belonging to Alice.) “You’ll see.”

Footsteps approached the door, and shortly a woman entered the room. She was soft-looking, with caramel brown hair, and she held a dinner plate in her hands.

“Good evening,” she said, soberly. Sitting on the edge of your bed while you struggled to sit up. “I’m so sorry the kids did this; we didn’t ask them to, but they thought they were doing us a service. I’m Esme Cullen, Dr. Cullen’s wife. Here: eat something.”

You ate a forkful of pasta only because it was too close to your mouth to refuse. “Why ‘m I here?” you asked hoarsely. “Take me home.” Another forkful slid into your mouth.

“I’m very sorry,” Esme said. “I’m so, so sorry, but you see…the trouble is…” Her eyes scanned over you, and she smiled a seemingly involuntary smile and didn’t finish her sentence. As if looking at you was simply a much better use of her time.

“I want to go home,” you said.

Esme sighed, pressing her lips together contritely. “The trouble is, I can’t bear to relinquish someone who is so important to Carlisle, and Carlisle can’t bear to relinquish someone who is so important to me. I promise you, though, we will make it up to you.” She fed you more pasta.

It tasted delicious, but that did nothing to assuage your terror. “You don’t even know me. What do you mean, I’m important to you?”

Esme clicked her tongue softly and rhythmically against the roof of her mouth, as if to soothe. “Carlisle can explain that better than I. But rest assured, everything is going to be alright.”

Your skin crawled, at the dissonant cordiality. “Where is Dr. Cullen?”

You heard a flutter of what could have been footsteps, if people were capable of moving that fast. Then, the bedroom door opened again and Dr. Cullen entered.

“Hello again, dear heart,” he greeted you, and his demeanor was about the same as it was in public, or in the hospital. Respectful, polite. Maybe just a bit...off. Too much of something, maybe too polite and kind for the circumstances. “I’m terribly sorry about all of this.”

The apologies were making this worse. “You don’t have to be sorry,” you said. “Just please take me home.”

“I can’t do that, angel,” he sighed. He did appear sorry, but not as sorry as he should have. “But I can explain everything to you now.”

He sat down on the other side of the bed, opposite Esme, who was still feeding you. And he did explain everything, in such expansive detail that you fell back asleep before he even got to the part about mates.

…

“You can pretend with them, but not with me.” The voice was quiet, and not so much accusatory (despite the pointedness of his words) as reminding.

“I know that, son.” Dr. Cullen sounded positively serene.

“You knew how much time you were spending with Jasper, in your saddened state.”

“Yes.”

“You knew that we would do this.”

“I…suspected.”

“You meant for us to do this.”

“That’s enough, I think. Thank you.”

Silence fell.

You opened your eyes just a crack. The pillow beneath your face was awash with yellow light; the sun had risen, since last you’d fallen asleep. None of it had been a dream. You were still trapped in a house with these people who thought they were vampires. You closed your eyes again. The two voices had been speaking from the direction you were facing: Dr. Cullen at your level, perhaps in a chair at your bedside; and the other above, as if standing.

“One month,” the first voice suddenly added, and you weren’t sure what it was in reference to. It was as if an inaudible question was being answered.

“That’s her optimistic guess, or her pessimistic?” Dr. Cullen inquired.

“If all goes well, it will be one month. Poorly, and the longest she’s seen is three months.”

“Well, that is good to hear. I’ve waited much longer with hope for much less.”

“I know.”

You turned over, so that your back was to them, and began to open your eyes again, but then you heard Dr. Cullen rise from his seat, take up the chair, and move around the foot of the bed. You kept your eyes shut as he set his chair down on the new side and sat in it once more. He did all of this matter-of-factly, as if he’d changed sides every time you’d turned over during the night.

The thought of anyone wanting to see your face that badly made you shiver a bit.

“Awake?” Dr. Cullen inquired casually. You didn’t hear an answer, but the other man must have nodded, because Dr. Cullen continued, “Good. Esme will be done with breakfast soon. She’s so happy to be cooking again.”

“Jasper is in the kitchen with her,” the other said, as if that was a related statement somehow. “I’m going hunting. Good luck.”

You weren’t sure why, but you felt as if he was talking to you as much as Dr. Cullen.

#yandere twilight #not harry potter #yandere carlisle cullen #yandere esme cullen #male yandere #female yandere #obsession #stalker #twilight fanfiction

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mrsgiovanna · 3 years ago

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Between the devil and the deep blue sea (Yakuza!Josuke x Reader x Don Giorno)

If you're looking for cinnamon bun Josuke and cinnamon roll Giorno this is NOT it. The reader is a courtesan in this instance, and the Duwang gang (heh) are actually a branch of the Yakuza. (Just a darker, criminal Jojo AU)

This request took way too long, @rubyninja1 here you go love, I hope this is what you were envisioning.

All characters are aged up as this occurs many years after Giorno becomes Don.

TW: Very OOC, yandere behavior if you squint, yakuza x mafia au, suggestive content.

Word Count: 1.7k

Minors please DNI with this post and block the n/sfw tag

You stared at your reflection in the misty mirror, wiping off the steam in one swipe. You had a very important engagement to get ready for, and for the first time since you entered this business, you were nervous. Ever since Giorno became the Don of Passione, the drug trade came to a grinding halt. The rules were adapted to suit his ideals and keep Italy’s youth safe from drugs. But there remained one problem- the activities of the former execution squad… at the best of times, the income brought in was meagre, not really being enough to support all of the assassins, and with the new regime, even those jobs had all but dried up. You had to get creative to generate a livable income, and after many conversations and playing to the Don’s affections for you, you were able to persuade him to allow you and an elite group of escorts to run your business while still being under the protection of Passione.

Under normal circumstances, Giorno would not have allowed you to do something like this, but you had asked him to give you just one month to prove that you would be able to protect yourself while doing the line of work you had proposed, him hoping silently that you would grow tired of that life in favor of a more mundane activity, however, in that short amount of time, not only had you established your business, but you had become the most requested companion, which meant you could accept and deny requests at will- suddenly money was no longer your motivation. It was an intoxicating feeling… being that desired, it was altogether euphoric watching them crumble at your sweet rejections. It was fair game for any man, deciding your rules according to your latest whims, although, one man was above all of those games, being in a superior league all on his own. There was no waiting, or appraising when your presence was requested by Don Giovanna. Most times he would request for you to entertain his associates, close to him so he could keep an eye on you- one of many guardians that you had collected over the years.

Moving into your adjoining room you put on the beautiful silken embroidered outfit and hair ornaments sent to you by Giorno- tonight was a special night as the Don wasn’t just hosting any old Mafiosi, these guests were his esteemed associates from Japan. Over and above the usual treatment doled out to those who met with the don, this visit was more important than most. The head of the visiting group was a relative of Giorno’s, so there was no room for error. You wondered about his convoluted bloodline, hearing murmurs about his origins, but nothing was ever confirmed or denied other than the fact that his mother is Japanese, and nobody dared to push further for answers, not that it mattered in any case, by this time, Giorno had rearranged the entire structure of Passione, and for all intents and purposes it worked, sustainably generating copious amounts of money with minimal bloodshed.

Right, mascara and I’ll be done you mused as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup. No sooner had you finished primping your lashes did you hear a knock on your door.

“It’s open…” you called out from the seat in front of your mirror.

“(y/n), they’re ready with the car downstairs, whenever you’re ready to go…”

“Thank you Ris…” the words left your carefully painted lips, barely acknowledged by your capo when he turned to leave. Well, referring to him as Capo was now redundant seeing that you were an entity in your own right, but old habits die hard, and you still respected him in the same way. He always worried before you set out on these types of missions, remembering a time when you used to be sent out on missions by him. Nonetheless, those days were over now, and you had a new role to fulfil.

There was nobody downstairs when you left, so you exited quietly and steeled your mind on the drive to the private cigar lounge.

“Fugo, I’ll be in my study, please alert me when Higashikata and his associates are here. Also confirm with Risotto if (y/n) is on board for this evening,”

“Of course Giogio, excuse me, I’ll also follow up with Mista on the status of the Capos he’s in charge of- I’ll have feedback for you in an hour,” with a small nod of acknowledgement Fugo took his leave and Giorno went back to examining the documents sent to him beforehand about the strange occurrences in Morioh, Washington, and now Naples. This was the start of something ominous, having a nagging feeling that this wasn’t the last time he would have to meet Josuke. It’s highly unusual for organisations like Passione and the Gokudo to interact in this manner, but this situation was exceptional, and when Jotaro had made contact with Giorno explaining the situation, he couldn’t turn a blind eye, and as such, Josuke was sent in his stead to meet with the young Don.

“Giogio, we should leave now if we want to get there before Higashikata’s group, Mista will meet us there,” with that, the Don and his consigliere had left to receive their guests.

Scents of old leather, expensive tobacco, and even more expensive cologne filled the air when you sauntered in. A handsome man with a pompadour, donning a designer suit, shirt opened a few buttons too low displaying the elaborate patterns adorning his chest offered you a wicked grin from across the room. Just next to him, another ruggedly good looking man with scars across his face nursed a drink while emphatically making conversation with a white haired young man who had a beautiful raven-haired woman draped over him.

“Ah, (y/n), there you are, come on, take this to Don Giovanna and Mr Higashikata,” Maria the head hostess, pushed a bottle of cognac into your hands, the Mafiosi already having gone through a couple of rounds before your arrival.

You approached the rowdy table, offering apologies for the delay, nestling yourself between Giorno and Josuke with a flirtatious giggle.

“Well dollface, it seems good things come to those who wait, so I’ll overlook it… this time,” You were surprised with the fluency at which Josuke spoke Italian- perfect Neapolitan dialect.

“Your Italian is impeccable Higashikata-sama,” you commented, remembering the honorifics you read about. Josuke looked impressed, cocking an eyebrow, taking a sip of the expensive liquor that remained in his glass, readying himself for you to pour him another drink. Watching the exchange, Giorno downed the rest of his drink as well, and took care of the formal introductions, not that it mattered in any case. You were being pulled in all to quickly by the magnetism exuded by the young man, being lulled by the dulcet tones of his voice. I guess this runs in the family you thought to yourself, recalling your first encounter with the don. Giorno continued his conversations with the rest of Josuke’s associates, discussing the occurrences that had brought them all the way to Naples, but kept one eye on you at all times. He wasn’t sure if it was Josuke’s brazen attitude, or your fawning, but the entire situation had annoyed him, which didn’t make sense even to him seeing that you were acting on his instruction… although by this point, you weren’t really acting.

“So Higash…��

“Please, call me Josuke,”

“Okay, Josuke, those are some interesting tattoos you have…” you say, delicately tracing the patterns on his chest with a manicured finger.

“Wanna see the rest of it?” not really waiting for an answer, Josuke unbuttons the rest of his shirt to show you the elaborate design on his back, a large stunning dragon sprawled menacingly across the taut skin, stopping just shy of star-shaped marking on his shoulder.

“Hey, that looks like the same mark on the don’s shoulder…” the young man pulled his shirt and coat back on and eyed Giorno knowingly, to which the don wordlessly replied with a smirk as he raised his glass. Giorno wasn’t always that condescending, but he had the urge to make it known that hewas the one who had been acquainted with you first. Not that any of that had bothered Josuke, he wasn’t one to fall for minor acts of derision when he had set his sights on something he wanted, and right now, that was you. Missing that entire interaction as you refreshed everyone else’s drinks, you returned to the table, however Josuke wanted to take your conversation to another location, somewhere quieter.

You lead him to one of the private meeting rooms, slowly sliding the door shut. Turning around to face him, you noticed the look on Josuke’s face changed, eyes darker, expression demanding your attention, which you were unable to avert regardless of your efforts. This feeling was exhilarating to you, for so long you had mostly been in charge of your encounters, only ever yielding control to Giorno when you were with him.

“Y’know, your don was doing his best to make it known that he’d been here first… I don’t much care for the conquest or doing things first, all that matters is doing it right…” inching closer towards you, a pair of strong arms placed you on the table, hungry lips captured your own, your hands attempting to go into his hair when you were gently reprimanded. As much as this was a job for you, evidence of your excitement pooled in your lingerie and left your lips in muted moans as deft hands and lips skillfully worshipped your body, bringing you to the precipice of ecstasy so many times before allowing you to fall in.

“Good girl… look at you, barely able to think…” Josuke spoke into your shoulder, resting his head there while he waited for you ride out your climax.

Outside your little slice of heaven, your absence was obvious, Giorno having concluded his business, had started to take his leave, not before catching a glimpse of your slightly disheveled form exiting the room. You didn’t see him watching you with a scowl, already having set in motion a plan for your future in both his life and the organization… for now the moment though it seemed ignorance truly was bliss.

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