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jazminrhode1 · 1 year ago

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Hey! Just wanted to say 1. i love ur writing, it gives me so much comfort and happy chemicals :D and 2. could you do one with reader being besties with the triplets and if you want, just some ideas that popped in my head- chris being chaotic and shaking soda, opening it and getting in readers eye thus more chaos insuing and/or "tell me im pretty >:(" "you'e pretty fucking annoying". pls don't feel obligated to do so!! <3

You Don't Like Dr Pepper? Sturniolo Triplets x Reader One Shot

Summary: You join the triplets for a soda tasting video.

Word Count: 804 words

Author's note: I literally had no ideas for this one, I'm so sorry! I hope this is okay ❤️

Chris was in a mood. It was 2am and you just wanted to go to bed. But, the boys were filming a video and they claimed that they needed your help.

“Today we’re going to see if we can tell which soda is which,” Nick started the video.

They had covered the cans in duct tape but, under the light, you could still see the colours coming through. Chris had initially thought it was a good idea but, his enthusiasm was waning.

“So we just drink it and say what we think it is?” you asked, less than interested.

“Yes,” Nick said with an eye roll, “this is what I told you Chris, no one wants to see us drink soda.”

You exchanged a look with Matt, he was trying his best not to laugh as he took a sip. “I think it’s Sprite,” Matt said. Nick was done.

“I told you before that there is no clear fucking liquid because that would defeat the fucking point. Do you ever fucking listen?” Nick screamed.

You took Matt by the shoulders and positioned him in front of you to hide yourself from Nick’s wrath. “I forgot,” Matt said as you stifled a laugh in his shoulder blade.

“I think it’s Coke,” Chris said. “I agree,” you replied.

Nick took the lead and placed the drinks by the labels on the table. He didn’t agree with half of the choices but, he wanted it to be over so, he didn’t contest.

Nick passed you one of the cans after he took as sip and said, “Tell me this isn’t Pepsi,”

You took a sip and ran to spit it out in the sink. “This is 100% Dr Pepper,” you said.

Nick’s clapped a hand over his mouth. He was being dramatic and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you not like Dr Pepper?” he asked.

“No,” you said - this was something he should know. Chris gasped, Matt’s mouth hung open. “How did you not know that?” you asked.

“You’re crazy,” Nick said as you rolled your eyes. “Are we going with Dr Pepper?” he asked his bothers.

Chris nodded, Matt shrugged. They were getting tired and their energy was fading.

As made your way through the drinks, convinced that they were all wrong, you prayed that the sugar would give you an ounce of energy but, it wasn’t working.

You looked over at Chris and he looked guilty. You didn’t know what he was about to pull out of his hat but, you didn’t want any part of it.

“Are we done?” you asked. Nick was looking around, you could see his temper rising. “Where the fuck is the last can?” he asked.

Chris put the can on the table and slid it over to Nick. “Final can,” he announced to the camera before he opened it. The contents shot out like a burst pipe. It was on the floor, on the ceiling, on the table, on the cabinets, on the walls and all over you.

“Chris!” Nick said. It was enough for Chris to take off running but, Nick grabbed the back of his shirt and stopped him in his tracks.

“Who gave him that?” you asked Nick and Matt. Matt was laughing, handing you a tea towel. Nick’s whacked Chris on the top of his head. “Don’t do shit like that,” he warned.

Chris couldn’t help but laugh. He was pretty fucking proud of himself until he saw Matt checking your eye.

His face dropped, “What happened?” “You got it in her eye, you dumb fucking bitch,” Matt said.

“It’s fine,” you assured Chris but, he felt guilty none the less.

“Are we done?” Nick asked. Before anyone could respond. “We’re done,” he decided.

He stalked around the table trying not to slip. “You look like shit,” Chris joked, nudging your arm.

“This is your fault,” you said, twisting the tea towel and whipping him with it. “Ouch!” he screeched.

You felt sticky and you felt gross. You just wanted to go home and get in the shower asap.

Chris stuck his tongue out jokingly and you pinched it between your fingers. “Hey,” Chris said, “let go.”

“Tell me I’m pretty,” you said jokingly, you could only picture how hideous you looked. You regretted it as soon as you said it. He was not in the mood to play nice, he was in the mood to act like a 5-year-old. His eyes widened with excitement as he took the bait.

“Pretty fucking annoying,” he said before you let go of his tongue and he burst into laughter. A cackle that was at times endearing but, at this moment, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

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iwadori · 4 years ago

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So I'm reading your works and I love them !! I was thinking of requesting some kind of drabble or whatever you like, about a female reader who has thick thighs and is somewhat plump and is in love with Tsukishima but he makes a comment about the food and she feels bad and when she meets Bokuto in the boot camp Bokuto is too cute and attentive to her asking for her number and a date. If you don't feel comfortable with this, just ignore it and good luck with your blog. Sorry my english is bad<3

When they make you insecure PT 5 (tsukishima,bokuto)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part 6

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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Tsukishima

You and Tsukishima have been dating in your first year (as you both went to the same middle school together.)

You were in love with Tsukishima, you always have been to be honest, but once you became officially boyfriend and girlfriend your feelings amplified.

But recently, Tsukishima hasn’t been so nice.

“Y/N we’re going on another training camp at Nekoma” Hinata exclaimed running up to you, as you leaning against Tsukishima “and you get to come too this time!”

You recently became the new trainee manager as the third-year manager, Kikyoko, is going to graduate. Tsukishima acted as if you being around all the time in practice was the worst thing in the world, but Yamagucchi always assured you that ‘Tsukki’ was just joking.

“Oh well that’s fun...” you say entertaining Hinata’s excitement. You were kind of excited to go to the training camp too, as it was in Tokyo after all. You were always a big fan of volleyball as your dad used to play for the national team and you were planning to play on the girls team this year but you felt that you didn’t have the body for it (which was obviously not true.)

Hinata kept on rambling on before Tsukishima insulted him. “Gosh Kei, you don’t have to be so rude.” you complained, he slightly nudged you off of him and put on his headphones showing you that he was not in a good mood.

You let the rest of the practice continue, making notes of things and basically being Kiyoko’s shadow. As it ended, you waited outside for Tsukishima to walk home with you, but one of the guys told you he left 5 minutes ago. You knew there was no point of chasing after him so you just walked on your own, making you sigh in defeat.

Tsukishima was what you would describe as hot and cold. Some days he was fine a ‘perfect gentlemen’ but other days, days like this Tsukishima was just Tsukishima.

When you got home, you decided to watch matches of all the other schools just to get some insight. You were watching a Fukarodani V Nekoma match from a few years ago and something caught your eye, well someone did to be more specific. A beefy, bicolour haired boy who was hooting like an owl was mesmerizing to watch.

You saw that his name was Bokuto Koutarou which triggered your next actions, which were to internet stalk him. You learned that he was the captain of the team and the team’s ace and the 5th ace in the country which piqued your interest in the boy even more.

‘This is going to be an exciting training camp’ you think to yourself before going to sleep.

`Kiyoko gave you an itinerary of all the things you should bring, since you weren’t going to be joining in any of the matches you were reminded to bring things that would keep entertained.

You get to the bus at the crack of dawn, ready to be driven to Tokyo. Hinata and Kageyama were already arguing (let’s pretend that they didn’t have to do the retakes in the test) Tanaka and Nishinoya were being loud, and the rest of the members were already asleep. You wanted to sit next to Tsukishima but when you were about to sit down, he put his carryon bag in the seat next to him.

The bus ride was around 4-5 hours, and you spent your time reading and sleeping. Daichi got the loudmouths to calm down making the bus ride more tolerable. You suffered from slight motion sickness but you powered through.

When you arrived there, you saw all the other teams and their buses too. You felt a bit overwhelmed, seeing these tall boys just crowd around an entrance way. But too your surprise, noticing your slight anxiousness, Tsukishima grabbed your hand in a hand-hold.

The Nekoma coach, explained how the day would pan out and where each team would be residing for the week. There was a lot of commotion getting everyone settled, Hinata and Nishinoya were basically bouncing off of the wall commenting on all the people and the place and how they’re going to ‘crush the competition.’

You could tell that when the other teams were looking at Karasuno they were all staring at Kiyoko. Inquisitive about how there wasn’t only one girl manager but there was two. As you were walking your eyes locked with Bokuto Koutarou’s making yours widen, you blush and turn your head quickly.

What you didn’t know was, after your small interaction, Bokuto elbowed Akaashi and said “Akaaashi AKKAAASHI, did ya see that? did ya?” he was flying with happiness “That girl from Karasuno smiled at me. She’s really pretty.”

“I think she’s from Karasuno” Akaashi said “So maybe you’ll see her around”

Bokuto stared off in the direction you were walking in “Yeah, hopefully.”

The first day, everyone got settled in and then the teams went straight into games. There were two different gyms and today, in gym 1, you were watching Karasuno V Nekoma. (By the way I literally don’t remember the teams at the training camp besides Nekoma, Karasuno and Fukarodani.) The game was very back a point each team making point after point, you already knew of Nekoma’s captain, Kuroo Testurou and the setter Kenma, you’ve actually played games with Kenma online before so you were fairly acquainted with him already.

The games ended and it was now dinner time, the canteen was packed with all the boys rushing to line up for the food. You waited at the back of the line, not really caring about when you got your food. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and you looked over to see Boktuo,

“Hi.” he said “I’m Bok-”

“Bokuto Koutarou!” You finished “I'm a big fan..” you cringed immediately at your excitement ‘pull it together Y/N’ you scold yourself.

“Oh well hi, I’m glad you know who I am” he said “and may I ask for your name?”

“Oh I’m Y/N L/N” you say with a slight blush “I'm the trainee manager from Karasuno.”

“Cool! Well I hope to see you aro-” he starts

“Y/N, I’ve been looking all over for you, I already got your food for you.” Tsukishima said pulling at your arm a bit harshly, dragging you over to a table with the Karasuno team.

“Gosh Tsukki, no need to be so harsh” you say rubbing at your wrist, he didn’t apologize and just started eating his food.

You look down at your plate and see the small portion that Tsukki got for you. The Karasuno bunch was being loud, as they usually are, so when you whisper “Tsukki what the fuck is this” whilst nudging him in the side, he didn’t hear you (or atleast he pretended he didn’t.) You tried again but a little louder saying, “Tsukishima what the fuck is this.” you realised you said it a bit too loud as the whole Karasuno table stopped their conversations to look over at the slight commontion you caused.

“What do you mean Y/N?” he said with a slight smirk on his face.

“I mean what’s with the portion size of a bird that you gave me?” you ask getting upset “Do you really think im that big?”

“Well, you could start eating less that’s for sure.” he said earning gasps from you and some of the people sitting at the table “Y/N let's face it, you eat like a pig and you look like an elephant, me making your food portion smaller is the least I could do.”

By now you had tears in your eyes, Tsukishima was a dick. You knew this, everybody knew this to be honest, yet you still loved him. He wasn’t like this in middle school, yes he was a bit snarky and rude (but wasn’t every middle schooler?) High school Tsukishima was like a completely different person. As much as you wanted to run away and hide, you knew you couldn’t.

So you stood up and said “Tsukishima, I’ve spent 3 years loving and pining after you, because I thought you were this great guy, but turns out you’re a huge asshole” you start making some of the people listening in smile in laughter “Tsukishima, I’ve hated this past year dating you, you’ve been such a huge dick and I’m finally stopping you. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” You start making your way to exit before finally saying “Oh and by the way I’m not the pig here, you are... oh and I’m breaking up with you.” You left, hearing a few laughs and some claps behind you.

You felt relieved, like the massive cloud that’s been over your head is finally gone. You went to the gym since you knew it was empty and picked up a ball to just throw it around a bit. After a while of ‘de-stressing,’ you hear someone else enter the gym.

“Oh I didn’t know you’d be here.” said Bokuto

“Well here I am,” you say awkwardly “I can leave if you want me too, I know this is for actual volleyball players.”

“No no it’s fine you can definitely stay, in fact do you mind setting for me?” he asks

“Sure, of course I don’t mind” you reply, excited you get to play with someone. You haven’t played in ages, you always begged Tsukishima to just throw a ball around with you but he never did.

You set to Boktuo a lot, with him always asking for ‘another one’ everytime he spiked the ball. Eventually, you were tired of setting and wanted to spike. You originally was a spiker to begin with taking after your dad. Thats why you took a liking to Bokuto in the first place cause he reminded you of the joys you had when watching your father play.

Bokuto set a ball to you and you spiked it with great strength and accuracy smiling at the burning feeling you felt in your palm.

“Woahh” Bokuto shouted going towards you in amazement “Where did you learn how to spike like that?”

“From my dad, I don’t know if you heard of him before but my dad’s name is D/N L/N...?” you say

“D/N L/N, Y/N he is my idol!” he shouted again “I want to be just like him.”

“I think you can, I see a lot of similarites in the way you both play.” you say

“Really! And you’ve seen me play before..?” he asks

“Yeah, I watched some of your games before coming here... you’re really good” you shyly admit.

“Wow.”

You and Bokuto spend the rest of your time, talking about volleyball you’re interests, things you have in common, your likes and dislikes. Talking to Bokuto was refreshing, he didn’t randomly insult you or make snide comments about your weight or your looks. He just genuinely looked happy to be there talking to you, unlike Tsukishima.

Seeing your change in mood, Bokuto stops talking and asks “are you alright? I forgot to ask earlier, but I saw what happened in the canteen and I hope you’re okay.”

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just things with me and Tsukishima reached a breaking point, I guess...” you say sniffling a bit talking about it “But it’s fine now I’ve broken up with him and I feel better already.”

“So you’re saying your single...?” he asked blushing a bit

“Yeah I guess I am...” you smile blushing also.

“Okay great...well I hope this isn’t too forward after everything happened with Tsukki and all but...” he starts “but would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Who me?” you ask as if you weren’t the only other person in the room

“No the volleyball” he responds sarcastically “Of course you Y/N.”

“Are you sure, cause to be honest Bokuto you’re a really good-looking guy” you say making him smile widely “so I think you need someone to match your level in attractiveness” you look down and his smile drops.

“What do you mean?” he asks before realising all the stuff Tsukishima said about you “Y/N you’re beautiful, your face, your body just you.” you blush at his words “when I first saw you when you were walking past us in the entrance way the first thing I thought and said about you was “Akaashi who is that girl she’s beautiful.””

“Really?” you ask with disbelief

“Mhm” he nods excitedly “So will you go on a date with me?”

“I guess so...” you say a bit unsure

“HEY HEY HEY!” he exclaims “I gotta go tell akaashi!” he runs out of the gym in a hurry making you laugh, but he comes back to give you a quick unexpected kiss on the cheek making you smile.

You checked your phone for the time realising that you’ve been with Bokuto for 3 hours and you knew that everyone would be going to sleep now. As you are the manager you slept seperately from the rest of the team but before you went to your sleeping quaters you went to Karasunos.

“Y/N where have you been? We’ve been worried about you.” asked yammagucchi

“It’s fine yams don’t worry about it, guys” you say catching everyones attention “I just wanted to apologise to you for my outburst at dinner, it wasn’t my intention to cause a scence.”

“It’s fine Y/N” said sugawara “He definitely deserved it.”

“Yeah as your marvellous senpai we gave him a good telling off” said Tanaka and Nishinoya making you chuckle.

“Okay well thanks guys, I’m going to sleep goodnight.”

“Wait Y/N can I speak with you.” asked Tsukishima gesturing to outside the room

“Umm sure” you respond following him into the corridor.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for the things I’ve said and done over the past year and how I’ve been a terrible boyfriend, you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”

“I can’t say I can forgive you yet.” you say making Tsukishima look sad “but maybe with effort from you we can become friends possibly?”

“Just friends?” he said with hope in voice thinking that you could be something more.

“Just friends.” you repeated and confirmed “Besides I have been asked on a date”

“With who?”

“None of your business stingyshima” you mock the nickname that Hinata calls him making him scowl and you smile “Goodnight.”

After Bokuto’s confession and Tsukishima’s apology, the rest of the training camp went off without a hitch. In your breaks and lunchtimes, you got to know more about Bokuto and with Kuroo’s help you even got to sneak out to actually go on your date. You sometimes even went to practice with them getting to show off your skills, with Bokuto cheering you on and complimenting you every single time.

Tsukishima kept his distance for the most part, and kept the snarky comments about you and Bokuto to himself (even though he was dying to say them.) You eventually fully forgave Tsukishima in your 3rd year but you definitely weren’t as close as you used to be. Tsukishima’s comments and actions did affect you for a while however with the help of your loving boyfriend, you were reminded how beautiful you are no matter what weight, shape or height you were.

You and Bokuto stayed together, you made sure to come to every one of his games and when you introduced him to your dad he fainted on sight. Your dad and Bokuto got along, and became very close friends, Bokuto always came to him for advice (especially volleyball advice.) You loved Bokuto and he definitely loved you too.

AN: I hope you liked it, since I didn’t want to make it too similar too the Atsumu insecure one. And I feel like it dragged out a bit but got rushed in the endd....but oh well...

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyu #tsukishima angst #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima headcanons #bokuto scenarios #bokuto angst #bokuto x reader #signedwithane😌

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mango-bango-bby · 4 years ago

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Can you write about Dabi confessing and friend darling thinking it’s a prank? (Maybe crying because that’s rude to fake feelings just because they’re ugly!) lol sorry, trope won’t leave my head

♡ Confession Gone Wrong! ♡

(A/N: Ahhhhhhh, Dabi 💞💞💞💞💞 I hope you like this and I have another Dabi fic that should be coming out soon (although that ones a bit more spicy ;)) But I hope you like this,, also I know you’re not ugly 💖)

Summary: Dabi decides to confess his feeling for you in hopes you return them. However you get upset, thinking he’s messing with you and trying to pull a prank on you (Yandere!Dabi x GN!Reader)

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You gently close the door to your place of work. Your boss had made you work late again, leaving you to close up by yourself again. You let out a sigh, seeing your breath in the cold air, clutching your jacket to keep your warm in the cold weather.

“Hey” a deep voice says calmly. You let out a loud squeak, whipping around to see who the voice belonged to. “D-Dabi! Don’t scare me like t-that!” You scold your friend, letting out a sigh of relief that it’s just him. Dabi only stands, leaning against the back of your work building while casually smoking a cigarette. “Sorry, doll” he shrugs, clearly not actually sorry for startling you.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, locking the door behind you before turning back to Dabi. Dabi only smirks at you, putting out his cigarette and dropping it to the floor, crushing it under his foot. “Just came here to tell you something and walk ya’ home” He states. Dabi normally walked you home, especially when you worked super late like you had today.

“Oh, alright!” You chirp, smiling up at your friend as you zip up your jacket in hopes to be more warm. Dabi seems to notice this, slipping off his long leather jacket, holding it out for you. You only look down, slightly flustered. “Um, are you sure? Won’t you get cold?” You ask, the energy Dabi’s giving off making you flustered for some reason. You felt as though his eyes were staring into your soul.

“Baby, you know I can’t get cold” Dabi says, wrapping his jacket around you. Dabi stares at you, looking straight into your eyes causing you to shift uncomfortably. “Uh- Dabi?” You whisper as Dabi still holds onto the lapel of his torn up jacket.

“Go out with me.” Dabi blurts, his voice and expression not changing despite his words. “What?” You stutter, Dabi pulls on the jacket around you, forcing you closer to him. God, this was the most awkward ‘confession’ ever Dabi thinks. He’s not the best with words, especially trying to say how he truly feels about you. But he knows he can’t just tell you straight up that he was stalking you and obsessively in love with you. So instead he tried a ‘normal’ approach.

“I said, go out with me, doll” he repeats, pulling you even closer to him. There are only a few inches of space between both of your faces. His voice was less questioning and more commanding. Your embarrassment wears off only leaving sadness, you’ve been in this situation before. A confession from someone you genuinely like. You accept. Then they start laughing... they were messing with you. Because no one would ever want you...

“That- that’s not funny, Dabi” You whisper, making sure to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. “It’s not funny to mess with someone’s feelings like that” you continue, looking down, trying not to let Dabi see how upset you were.

Dabi only looks at you in confusion. He didn’t understand. He wasn’t messing with your feelings, he was just stating his love for you. Although he didn’t explain how deeply he was in love with you. “Kitty, do you think I’m messing with you?” Dabi asks, instead of pulling you closer to him this time he simply steps closer to you “You really think I’d want to break your heart like that?” He asks, grabbing your chin with his thumb, forcing you to look up at him with teary eyes.

You only huff, still convinced he was simply trying to pull a prank on you. Before you can actually say anything Dabi pulls you into an aggressive kiss. You try to push him off slightly, but Dabi overpowers you. Of course you want to kiss him, you’ve liked him for a while, but a small part of you believes he’s just faking it.

However, you really believe you can feel the passion he’s giving you through the kiss. You allow him to enter you mouth with his tongue. You can feel your tears run down your face, tasting the salty tears slightly when run down all the way to your mouth.

Eventually, you’re the one that pulls away. “You’re really not messing with me?” You whisper, looking up at Dabi with those large eyes. Dabi only smirks down at you “I won’t joke about something like that” Dabi leans down, his face very close to yours. “Whattda’ you say, baby?” He asks, watching you giggle at his words.

“Yeah” you say, smiling before leaning up to kiss Dabi again.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#soft yandere #yandere x reader #comfort kinda #yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere!dabi #soft yandere Dabi #hope you like <3

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yuhi-san · 2 years ago

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How do you think Digimon Frontier might have gone if the Spirits of Steel, Wood, and Earth had been bequeathed to Ophanimon, the Spirits of Darkness and Water had been bequeathed to Seraphimon, the Spirits of Flame, Light, Ice, Wind, and Thunder had been bequeathed to Cherubimon, and the protagonists had been Katsuharu, Teppei, Chiaki, Teruo, and Koichi (with Kouji joining later)?

i saw you(?) ask others this so i guess you are hoping for some cool reverse au or something.

sorry to say that this or swapped places and such was never my jam. not to mention with how little we know about katsuharu and co, it might easily have gone nearly the same except for different digimon forms.

though it brings the question:

was one of the others unwillingly pushed on the train or did they still go after pushing tommy?

does kouichi make it on the train here or does he still fall.

or is kouji the one that falls and misses the train? who is the clueless twin in this version?

these things would change the course of the story more than just making katsuharu and co the protagonist. because sadly they aren't really established all that much

since i'm on a roll, i can at least give you one 'what if places were switched?' scenario that i think would be cool

i would switch kouichi and takuya. they still get their original spirits and kouichis situation with kouji remains the same. (though honestly you could also give the fire spirit to kouichi and have kouji get the ice spirit as opposite. would fit his cool and sometimes frosty personality haha. so many 'showing us the could shoulder' jokes. it would give innocent young tommy the spirit of light instead)

it switched when they both miss the elevator and take the stairs. except kouichi doesnt fall and makes it down in time. he can't see kouji on a platform but doesn't know which train he took si he takes the closest one on a whim. there he meets zoe, j.p and tommy. they ask him if he also followed the messages. kouichi knew he got messages earlier but didn't check them. he was kinda preoccupied. of course he still says 'yes' because let's face it, would you tell strangers you just met on a train that no, actually i was stalking my twin brother who does not even know i exist. don't think so.

they end up in the digiworld, it's terrifying and wild and before they know it they are under attack. just like takuya, kouichi gets his spirit first. it's amazing and crazy all at once and like an hour ago kouichi thought actually going up to kouji and talking to him was the scariest thing he could do. now he is suddenly involved in all of this and he has completely lost track of kouji. is he even here as well?

the voice in his D-tector tells him he will find what he is looking for if he continues towards the forest terminal. so going on it is. zoe wants to see whatever this through and tommy is now excited. j.p just kinda tags along at first.

speaking of tommy, kouichi doesn't actually know anything about having a brother but he liked the idea way before he knew kouji existed. he is very dedicated to look after tommy the best he can.

this group dynamic makes them butt head and argue far less since kouichi is rather mellow. it does, however, make them way more indecisive.

to make sure the cat is not out of the bag too early, let's say kouji gets his spirit by saving katsuharu and co instead. also congrats, now they think that was amazing & let's find more of these spirits for ourselves!

and maybe kouichis group, or part of them, cross path wit kouji once or twice. but it's always in spirit form so they have no clue what he looks like. also in true kouji fashion, he never bothers to introduce himself and fucks off still as lobomon.

sure, you could say that maybe kouichi thinks 'hey could be kouji' but he never talked to him & lobomons voice is different and there was a whole bunch of ther kids. would be quite the coincident. also the voice says he will find what he is looking for (kouji) at the forest terminal. so.

there is a reason why he is less likely to join the group in this version but let's see what's up with takuya, shall we?

takuya misses the elevator and after like ten seconds of having a mini meltdown about it he realizes he can take the stairs. except takuya trips and falls & ends up as a very confused spirit in the digiworld. he's obviously not quite right and in a haze. but unlike kouichi he lacks any bitterness that cherubimon can use to manipulate him. so he needs something else. instead he applies to takuyas righteousness. makes him believe they are the good ones.

the story goes like this: cherubimon tries to collect all the data to purify from a virus that ophanimon has infested it with. but of course ophanimon tries to stop that so the virus can spread and fester & eventually destroy everything. now she has tricked other kids to believe her.

to eliminate the 'if they just talked about it' solution, we have this: cherubimon makes sure takuya cannot really talk in his twisted digimon form. he managed to save takuya when he came here but not before ophanimon could do a lot of damage. his spirit form is all that keeps him strong enough.

being way less passive than kouichi, takuya gets involved almost right away. so he and kouji start crossing blades a lot and early on. which kinda brings us back to why kouji stays away from the group longer.

you see, he too was asked to go to the forest terminal but the voice also told him he will eventually understand the mystery that surrounds him. when uh… evil!agunimon starts showing up and clearly is targeting him personally, kouji understandably but wrongly assumes this has something to do with it. thanks to ophanimon being so cryptic he has no context to know better.

the truth is, takuya isn't a complete idiot. kouji, who is alone, is easier to take on than a group of four. he also appears to be less loyal/inclined to follow ophanimons orders so takuya might get him to understand better.

this almost rivalry gets kinda personal so kouji is more interested in handling this and less inclined to agree to a team up with the others.

while kouichi and co have their first terrifying encounter with grottmon, kouji gets his b-spirit while fighting with evil!agunimon (also gotsumon gets to go with kouji cause i say so)

while they deal with the horror of the tv forest, kouji ends up with the kindergarten (look, he tries his best, alright)

like takuya, kouichi loses control over his b-spirit (its less animalistic instinct taking over than evil/impure stuff). kouji as lobomon comes to help but gets intercepted and driven away by evil!agunimon.

kouichi and the others go on. they manage to free qeraphimon (since they could do that without kouichi i guess it's enough if at least half the chosen children are there, so). kouichi hasn't told them about kouji. at first it was because he thought this whole thing would be resolved quickly and he didn't really wanna involve the others. it's awkward and he is very insecure about the whole thing as it is. not to mention he has no idea how to explain this without sounding like a weirdo at best or a creepy stalker at worst.

while kouichi and the others have this tucanmon mess at hands, kouji has to figure out how the frick to make a hamburger (again he really tries his best but this is somehow even worse than him trying to handle a bunch of kindergartener)

they are all at the trailmon race (which takes place after the burger episode). but this version requires digimon drivers so they don’t see each others human form here.

(actually in this version kouji might spend most his time as a digimon. he only travels with a digimon and others are way more likely to take him serious as a digimon rather than a human)

it goes on and on and then so much is happening. it gets crazier and more dangerous. the stakes are getting higher and higher and they are expected to be these great saviors and what not. there is never time or a good moment for kouichi to tell them about kouji. the longer it goes on, the harder it becomes to say something. they are looked at as heroes to save the day and kouichi has it not on him to tell anyone he never even bothered with the messages, he just came here and stayed to find his brother.

the fallout happens on the dark continent. kouichi and co see light and fighting in the distance and hurry to check things out. they find lobomon and evil!agunimon (who they also fought before but less often than kouji). takuya got his b-spirit and things don’t look good for lobomon so they all rush in to help.

during the fight, when kouji and takuya clash, they see each others face. it throws kouji off because not only is there a kid in there (unlike with the other warriors) but he's seen him before! i mean you probably won’t forget the weirdo kid that has been talking/shouting to himself you saw on the train just before you came here.

koujis face is also pretty much the only thing familiar to takuya in this world. he took special note of him in the train after all and tried to follow him in shibuya station. once kouji points out 'i know you! you were on the same train as me!' takuya loses his crap like duskmon did.

(it wasn't the first time he felt off about himself or questioned cherubimons story but whenever he did cherubimon would worsen the fog in his mind & tighten his control like he did with kouichi)

the others are bruised and confused af. unlike the other times, kouji is exhausted enough to transform back in front of the others and they realize he looks a lot like kouichi. like way too much.

clearly they are in shock and except for kouichi they lose their minds very loudly about hey what the heck? kouji probably can tell he opened some kind of can of worms but its not like he cares too much what they are japing about. he had no idea his look alike twin is with them after all. between not having really seen kouichi yet and the new revelation about takuya, kouji has no reason to think the mystery surrounding him is not connected to takuya. so of course without a thought of the others he runs off after evil!agunimon (evil!burninggreymon?)

look, he has a bad habit of doing that as it is but the circumstances in this version have him not at all grown out of it yet.

the others are too flabbergasted to follow right away. with so many questions they look at kouichi, who in turn is frozen in place with, well, a lot of emotions. after a lot of questions and some yelling he begrudgingly tells them everything. (he might have told them before he is an only child or at least that he grew up without siblings. cause again, the stalking your unsuspecting twin thing).

zoe, j.p and tommy are initially mad at kouichi for lying and not saying anything after all they went through together. it does not get resolved right away cause they have to deal with ranamon and mercurymon. its them trying to evade capture instead of trying to get free like after takuya went back to the real world.

i guess instead of takuyas heroic bsod we get kouichi feeling really guilty and despairing over how he 'lead them on' by having them thinking he was a hero following the call when he is really not (he very much did become the hero that was needed, he just can't see that right then). the darkness bad side nearly overcomes him but he can pull himself together with the help of his friends. they come around pretty quickly. all they needed was a couple hours to wrap their head around all the layers of crazy. they get why kouichi handled things the way he did and assure him he is alright. (he gets to hear the occasional jab about his stalking, mostly from j.p, but it's in good spirit)

eventually they end up and get inside of sephirotmon alongside evil!agunimon and kouji & gotsumon. not only do they need to fight and regroup but also find kouji and have him sick around for more than 10 minutes to have, like, number of important conversations.

i guess in this version kouji gets to double spirit to fight evil!agunimon and kouichi double evolves to finish sephirotmon. here though evil!agunimon gets away and all the kids get to regroup, including kouji. this version has the not fight sephirotmon in the dark and all but tell kouji to chill the fuck out for a second so they can ask what the deal is with evil!agunimon (not that he really knows anything beyond this is a kid he met on the train when coming to the digiworld). Also kouji should know about kouichi, one way or another, but especially since they really should be working together – period.

It does not go very well. its difficult for kouichi to explain properly & he is worried how kouji will take it. Which is to say not very well. he has a lot of emotions about it, mostly confusion and anger (not really at kouichi but at the fact that this whole situation is a thing in the first place)

It’s obviously quite the shock. There isn’t the additional problem of kouichi being a bad guy but t comes out of left field even more to kouji here. Between what ophanimon said and the takuya situation, he had no reason to think he was anyhow connected to loewemon (sure spirit of darkness, but since that is A Thing someone was going to get it. He does not think zoes wind and grottmons earth are specially connected either). So yeah, it’s a lot.

Since now they are all after evil!agunimon and heading to the rose morning star, kouji and gotusumon very, very reluctantly agree to go with the others (they all find the funny german trailmon together and fix him up). the mood is really tense and its super awkward all around. Kouji is stand-offish as ever and keeps away from them as much as he can & stick with gotsumon.

They didn’t get to know kouji much in this version so they can’t really tell that he is not being a cold prick on purpose but is in reality just very overwhelmed with everything. Learning his mom is alive, he has a brother that is here and crossed paths with before and still the whole evil!agunimon/takuya situation that is even less clear now. That is a lot at once to handle and honestly kouji has never been particularly good in dealing with his own emotions, let alone verbalizing them. Gotsumon is there for kouji but having a lot of similar issues as him and having little to no context for what brothers let alone mothers are, he can’t really help him all that much.

Kouichi isn’t doing much better. He is worrying and second guessing how he handled this, if he even knows how to go forward now, if he even knows how to do this or if kouji would want to talk to him now at all. He is very insecure about all of this.

j.p initially thinks they should leave them to it and just give them time. Who would want strangers that are not involved or affected by this at all tell them how to properly handle it? Certainly not j.p.

tommy is the first to go up to kouichi to cheer him up. he’s sure him and kouji will be fine with some time. Also as someone who has a brother, he is certified to assure kouichi that he is doing a pretty good job at being a brother. Of course j.p comes to cheer him up too, because no matter what he says he is a big old softie.

Zoe then is the one to go up to kouji. They don’t know him very well but they know kouichi. I think he initially wouldn’t have told kouji that he kept this a secret from his friends before or voice how emotionally difficult this all was to him. He’s got a bad habit of being self deprecating and probably would feel that this was just him making excuses. But zoe really wants kouji to know that this isn’t easy for kouichi either and he worries and cares a lot.

Probably takes some pushing from gotsumon for kouji to admit that he doesn’t mean to be harsh to kouichi, he just does not know how to handle all the news he just got. Not to mention the whole mystery surrounding him that he thought related to evil!agunimon who seemed to be after him in particular, might not be that. Now he is back to square one or worse. Like all of this at once seems like too much of a coincident.

It’s still awkward but they have to go on towards the rose morning star where they fight evil!agunimon.

(unlike with kouichi, kouji needs no encouragement to slap some sense into takuya lol)

Once takuya is defeated, he is understandably distraught and confused. Like in the original, once he sees takuya kouichi realizes that he too saw him in the real world where he followed kouji (a stalker caught another stalker, huh – not the time for jokes j.p!)

Nothing makes sense and once kouji confronts takuya about what the hell is going on, things just get wilder. Takuyas mind is still a little jumbled and all but he wastes and launches in a spiel of how they need to understand that ophanimon is evil and tricking them (you know now that he gets to talk). Which of course has the other be like what the frick you talking about?

Now that takuya is no longer under cherubimons control and the fog in his mind has lifted it doesn’t take much for him to realize what is really going on. needless to say takuya is devastated. He also won’t remember much of anything when kouji ask him about being on the train together so there is that.

They have sympathy for takuyas situation and like with kouichi he is easily forgiven. They encourage him to stay with them and come to the rose morning star with them. It’s fine, cant get more awkward than it is already. Takuya also gets his real spirits fighting the fake cherubimon.

After that uff… I don’t like how especially unbalanced frontiers is so lets say they fight cherubimon while trying to save ophanimpn. And instead of being saved by ophanimon, zoe gets to also double spirit evolve. Actually I would like them to all double evolve to beat cheruubimon. So maybe cuase takuya was in possession of both spirits and evolved so long he got the double evo right away against fake cherubimon.

Then when they have weirdo icedevimon to deal with tommy gets his double evo and j.p gets it in the very last fight against cherubimon. I guess. The order of these three really doesn’t matter that much.

Either way during the icedevimon fiasco kouichi and kouji are the ones to get their d-tectors frozen. They warm up more to each other when kouji is intent on protecting Kouichi despite initially appearing to be cold and uncaring towards him. Also takuya gets to make up his past ‘mistakes’, either by getting double evo here or buying tommy enough time for his, depending on what order the double evos are, as it does not matter that much.

Anyway they get their butts kicked by the royal knights and still end up on the moon where they get to goof off a bit. Here too it’s takuya who comes too first and is determined to do all he can for the other kids.

So eventually they get back to earth. I think they should do the 6 double evo vs two royal knights & minions for longer. I’d even have tommy double evolve when meeting katsuharu and co if it weren’t for the ‘all spirits at once against cherubimon’, so. The katsuharu and co & tommy situation plays out pretty similarly except the knights have knightmon with them already and all six of the kids are fighting.

So I’m actually not sure who would do the unity evo eventually. Either we stick with the original light and fire spirit, which would be kouji and takuya. In this case I think takuya would somewhat take over not necessarily as a leader but the front man if you know what I mean. Because kouichi is very kind and caring and he did step up to the challenge they faced but he is not the naturally born hero type that takuya is and now that takuya is no longer controlled he could finally grow into his actual destiny.

On the other hand if the switcheroo stuck like before, now it would be kouji and kouichi doing the unity evo which is also kinda cool with the twins and dark and light theme. Then again, in this version kouji is only just learning to work with others and has not yet really matured emotionally the way he did in the original. He is only getting started with all this. So maybe unifying anything is not really in the card for him yet.

Anyway the episodes with katsuharu and co, the village of beginnings and the one with bokomon and neemons hometown stays pretty much the same plotwise, if now with multiple double evos instead of the two unity ones.

It may differ a little with takuya being more reckless because he feels he needs to make up for his past mistakes & really wanting to be a hero that can save others. Also in this version kouji met katsuharu and co so he would probably be like why the frick are you still here??

I guess him knowing them would also surprise tommy and maybe they would be a little more inclined to be jealous of tommy getting a spirit and they don’t? either way they still get around to it and realize they were pricks to tommy and also that they need to go home because there isn’t much they can do.

Since gotsumon is already with kouji and co, the episode where they return to seraphimons castle starts out a bit different but otherwise stays similar to before. Of course gotsumon still gets to evolve to help kouji fight but yeah losing his home is not easy on him. So I guess we can still have Kouji and gotsumon run distraction while they others get in.

Then again since they are all still able to evolve kouichi might stay with them. Him and Kouji get to work together more and takuya gets to go with the others

When they are at autumnleafe fair it’s gotsumon and the other digimon that build the snow catapult to help the others fight. Here It’s takuya that gets to realize he is actually a only a spirit here. That’s really not helping his situation at all. What does this mean? He can’t remember how he got here. What if this is the punishment for falling on the evil side?

So once they are in the library and all takuya is weirdly quiet and out of it. They still split up to look for the key the same way. Except they can all tell there is something fishy going on with takuya so they get zoe to go with him and probe him for what’s going on. Because she is by far the most subtle and tactful really. Instead of this interrupted almost love confession(??) takuya nearly tells her what’s up but then decides he has to handle that on his own.

Maybe in the library they find some more stuff about the legendary warriors and figure out there must be a way to, uh, unify the spirits more strongly or whatever. Except how do figure out how to do that exactly or with whom? They don’t really get a chance to figure it out with crusadermon and dynasmon showing up and all.

Takuya is being extra recless. This is their last chance and knowing he is only a spirit there is nothing for him to lose actually. So when it’s looking really bad for them & they are forced back into human form and takuya is about to be killed the d-tectors react. Because I think no matter what version, doing things be sheer determination is just ingrained into takuyas being. So they figure out to give him the right spirits so takuya still gets to be emperorgreymon.

Hmm I guess kouichi is the other one in a similar position to takuya and is given the other spirits by the rest of his friends to unity evolve into whatever as well (which I guess makes this some kind of triangle switch or something). I just think since kouji has been lone wolfing it so much longer & was for a long time more focused on the mystery surrounding him than anything in this version it might be neat twist to see kouichi fight and think: he spent most his time doing what he could to help others regardless of what he personally wanted. If anyone would handle this right, its him.

Anyway once kouichi and takuya unity evolve they manage to finally win against the royal knights. But things suck and lucemon is powerful enough now to destroy the last key from his prison. So they face lucemon and end up on the moon pretty much the same way as before.

Kouichi and kouji still get to have a heart to heart talk on the moon about their mom. When patamon, loopmon and salomon tell them about how darkness and light need to be in balance to win they think that makes sense but is also weird. Because why did takuya then get to unity evolve instead of kouji? Not to mention how weird he has been acting super weird recently. Of course they get bokomon to spill the beans once takuya is out of earshot for like a minute. Not that they are given the time to figure out what any of that really means thanks to lucemon

The fight happens still pretty much the same. Except instead of kouichi, kouji is the one that sacrifices himself by taking a hit. That boy has a real habit of doing so as it is. Also the fact that it has to be kouichi and the darkness might be explained by the fact that lucemon is an angle digimon & more light based (look I’m just making up some lore at that point). Anyway everyone is understandably shocked and kouichi is so very distraught. But takuya is pissed, like for real. They do become Susanoomon and fight lucemon and all into the real world. Everything is kinda jumbled there anyway so what difference does it make if I switch the kouichi/kouji/takuya thing even more.

I guess its ok for spirit! Takuya to be in the real world as since he is first in the inbetween (the destroyed train station) and then in digimon form with the others.

Anyway of course both him and kouichi are in despair when it seems they lost kouji & failed to save either word. Takuya feels like a failure. He was supposed to be a hero and first he was tricked into helping the bad guys and even now he can’t get it right no matter what. Kouichi isn’t handling it much better. He just lost the brother he only really got to know recently and while he had started to think he was actually doing this hero thing right despite not really having followed the call initially, it still seems not to matter how hard he tries.

Of course in the end they all pull through and defeat lucemon.

With the digiworld saved and all, they get to say goodbye. Kinda. Since the portal between the worlds is still open and takuya is more than aware now that he is a ghost (and likely death in the real world) he decides to have his soul trade place with koujis… wherever souls go (digimon 02 clearly shows there are more worlds than two, so. Also don’t ask me how that works, if digimon gets to be big on artistic license in their own story so do I). besides, that’s what a real hero does, give his life to save others. Besides it’s fine since his body is okayish in the real world and this does not end like church in the season 13 finale of rvb

So kouji comes back, pretty confused and out of it but now they lost takuya. Its all very emotional for everyone and before they can really understand what happened, they barely have time to say bye to the spirits and the digimon that were with them before they are thrown back into their world. But agunimon manages to tell them Takuya can still be saved.

Once back kouichi realizes that if takuya too missed the elevator, he might also had the same idea and taken the stairs, so off they go. Of course at the end of the day, they get to save takuya in a similar manner than they did with kouichi thanks to the power of friendship and love. (and totally freak out the hospital staff by doing so lol)

But all is well in the end.

#anon i am so sorry that is not at all what you asked for #also i went on a 5000 word speil here #yes i am not kidding it is exactly 5000 words no shit #this never happened before #i mean it #im also kinda scared of myself #i even went on tumblr desktop for the first time to put that monstrosity under a cut #help us all #digimon frontier #kouji minamoto #kouichi kimura #junpei shibayama #tomoki himi #izumi orimoto #anon #i am sorry this is insane #what ifs #takuya kanbara

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BILLY — Kim Taehyung (3)

Synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?

Pairing: yandere!Taehyung x f!reader

genre: angst, horror, weirdly some fluff lol

Warnings: dark themes, yandere, stalking, manipulation, conditioning, mentions of abuse, suicidal ideations/attempts, self harm, murder, depictions of torture etc (basically its gorey and fucked up), angel trap, etc stabbing and guns. do not read if triggered!!!!

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taglist: @yes-sol-not-soul @yoongiofmine

a/n: pt 3 is here!! honestly i wasnt expecting this amount of support as i’ve never published my writing before so thank u sm ♡ i was inspired to write this one night and i had no idea where it’d go or anything but i’m happy with the way its turning out :D fun fact abt me, i’ve been obsessed w the franchise since i was little and i actually have 2 saw tattoos, one of billy and one above saying “cherish your life” since that’s pretty much the motto of saw :) and i have quite the collection of saw/billy items so why not turn my fav horror film into a fucked up love story! let me know if u would like to be added to the taglist and pls enjoy reading^^ feel free to send me asks abt the series or anything u want~ i love hearing from u guys!! :D ps— taehyung and the reader dont have much interaction in this part,, theyll definitely be more of them together in part 4 :) unedited so pls excuse any mistakes!! tysm <33 and remember these are fictional characters and do not represent bts personally in any way!!

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part one part two

The headlines constantly named the Jigsaw Killer, Billy. The somewhat eerie little doll that had a face as white as a Calla Lily with spirals on it’s cheeks as red as the blood that was shed during the tests. Billy was always dressed in a little black suit with a red bowtie and he was (most of the time) situated on a squeaky battered tricycle. Attached was always a tape that read “play me” and when the subjects did, a chilling voice— one that could make even the world's worst predators shiver with terror— would echo around the room.

Everyone knew that a doll clearly wasn’t responsible, yet they gave it the name Billy in hopes to somewhat humanise the face that instilled panic— they did not want to live in fear.

It was the only face behind the killings.

But this time, there was a different subject stuck in the test and Billy had made sure there was no way for them to survive.

“How are you scared of heights? You’re practically a giant yourself!”

“Just because I’m tall doesn’t mean I can’t be scared of heights Y/Nie.”

You had no idea how long had passed since Taehyung had turned up at the garage, you were too busy chatting away squeezed into the kitchen while your Dad, Yoongi and Hobi worked on the cars in the shop. If anyone could hear you both, they would think you’d known eachother since childhood— the playful jokes and light touches exaggerated that.

You’d only known him for a few hours really, if you added the time spent with him on the first day and now. It hadn’t seemed like all those weeks ago that you first met, he had a familiar presence, as though you had known him for years compared to the hours.

“I just wouldn’t imagine you to be scared of anything Taehyung… you seem so confident and fearless.”

You saw the way Taehyung looked at you. His eyes flashed with understanding.

“I did have my fears back then, much like yours.”

“What do you mean?” you had a rough idea on what he meant but you needed him to voice it.

A deep inhale and the words flowed from his lips before he could stop it, “The fear of living. I had been through some stuff you know, growing up. My mum was working a lot and my dad was an alcoholic, he was so fucking possessive and wouldn’t let her go anywhere without kicking off. It was a fucking shitshow and so toxic. This one time though, I’d pretended that I’d gone to school and waited outside the front door. It didn’t take long before I heard shit getting smashed and my dad shouting.” Taehyung was telling the truth only, he left out the part where he was also as possessive, if not more, than his father. Well, let's say… obsessive. “I just ran in the house and saw my dad towering over my mum and I don’t remember what happened but, I do remember my mum crying and my dad disappeared.”

Now Taehyung was lying through his teeth. He remembered clearly, almost like it was yesterday. He smashed the nearest bottle, pulled his mother away from the monster that scared her and stabbed him. Not just once, not twice but thirty-seven times. Hence the thirty seven tattoo on the palm of his right hand (the one he’d actually killed his father with). There was only Taehyung who knew what it meant, he counted every single time the broken glass pierced his father’s body, he counted with a smile on his face and a chuckle in his throat.

You were at a loss for words. Your mouth gaped in shock, eyes wide and your brain scrambled for the right thing to say. You reached over and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers. His thumb running back and forth along your hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like.” There was no way you could relate, your mother and father were happy and in love. They had the ideal relationship, one you wished for yourself. You could empathise though.

“You don’t need to be sorry baby, it’s in the past and I’ve moved on from it. I was like you though, poisoned by the roots that keep you on the ground even though you wanted nothing more than to break free and be no longer.” A silence fell over you both before Taehyung uttered, “I wasn’t successful with my attempt so now I’m here to help you.”

Warmth spread throughout your body, a smile graced your features as you no longer felt alone.

You had a completely different idea to what those words actually meant.

It was nearing the evening when Taehyung’s car had been fixed. Yoongi popped his head in the kitchen to tell him but stopped himself so as to not interrupt the scene before him. You were laughing along to whatever Taehyung was babbling about with your hand resting on his bicep, with that look in your eyes that he hadn’t seen for years. Yoongi felt himself smile as he saw you hanging onto Taehyung's every word.

For the first time in forever, you looked alive.

Yoongi cleared his throat which drew yours and Taehyung’s attention, “Sorry to interrupt guys. We’ve finished with your car so whenever you’re ready we’ll be outside.” The infamous gummy smile overtook his features, you felt yourself beam in return.

“Thanks man! I’ll be like, five minutes.”

Yoongi nodded his head in reply and swiftly left the room.

You’d taken Tae’s hand into yours, playing with the array of rings that occupied his fingers. Solemn thoughts overtook, am I not gonna see him again? Was this, whatever this is, over before it had even begun? Your eyes stayed on his hand as you turned it over and traced your finger over the inked ‘thirty seven’ on his palm. “What does this mean?”

Taehyung didn’t think twice before he practically beamed out, “It’s my lucky number.”

The difference was, it wasn’t really his lucky number… although he did see it that way. It was the number that had stayed with him. It was something he was proud of, whenever he looked at the hand that killed his father, his chest filled with pride and a joyous feeling overtook his senses. It was his first murder. Something he relished in and thus, created the onslaught of Jigsaw killings. He targeted a certain type— those whose sins would lock them up forever if they were ever found out. Racists, murderers, rapists, drug dealers, con-men. Authoritative figures who abused their power. He even went as far as subjecting suicidal people.

You see, things aren’t sequential. Good doesn’t lead to good, nor bad to bad. People who steal, don’t get caught, they live the good life. Others lie, cheat and get elected.

Some people would call it karma but Taehyung, he called it justice.

He’d started this with one thing on his mind— those that don’t appreciate life do not deserve it.

Whenever a serial killer was on the loose, the press did what they always did. They gave them a nickname. While the public had named the doll Billy. The actual killer was named ‘Jigsaw’.

This stemmed from the jigsaw piece that was cut from the victims skin, no one knew why he was doing it or what it even stood for.

It did have a meaning although unknown to the public.

The jigsaw piece that was cut from the subjects was only ever meant to be a symbol that that subject was missing something. A vital piece of the human puzzle. The survival instinct.

After all, until a person is faced with death, it’s impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.

Across town an underground abandoned warehouse, was where the next subject had found themselves.

They were suspended in the air, their feet merely dangling above the ground. The putrid smell of death lingered in every crevice, the sound of rats scurrying along the concrete floor filled their ears just as they began to stir awake.

A pain in their ribs was the overwhelming factor to them finally coming around. When they groggily opened their eyes, they were paralised with fear due to the scene in front of them.

A doll sat a few feet ahead, perched upon a tricycle. Adorned with a black suit and a red bowtie. A slow red light flashed in his eyes.

Billy.

Before the subject could even register how, when or why they found themselves trapped in a test, footsteps echoed behind them. The subject called out, “Help! Please, somebody help! I shouldn’t be here!”

A tsk reached their ears, as a disembodied voice replied, “Trust me, no one can hear you. Scream all you like. You’d just be wasting your breath, you may as well cherish it before it's gone.”

With hairs stood on end, the subject stilled. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you.” The man's footsteps grew louder. “I’m here to serve justice, that’s all.”

The man rounded the subject, settling in their view with only his cloaked back visible while he tended to the little doll. He touched Billy delicately—like he was a little child that he loved dearly. He combed his gloved hand through the doll's black hair and eventually pulled his fingers from the tresses to pat his head gently.

“You fucking psycho! Let me go!”

He couldn’t help but laugh at that which only infuriated the subject more causing them to shake in anger, a movement they soon ceased when they realised something was penetrating their ribs.

“I’d be very careful if I was you, we wouldn’t want you hurting yourself now… would we?” The cloaked figure spun around. An angry glint to his eye.

“What the fuck, you’re fucking crazy. Let me out, this isn’t right!” The subject tried their hardest to swing their legs, to somehow kick the man who’d imprisoned them.

“I think you’ll find it is right. You’re unworthy of the body you possess.” He inched closer, “see, when someone purposely intends to harm others, they lose their right to life.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

The man arched a brow as he replied, “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He felt like it was a game of cat and mouse except, he was a tiger and his subject, was the tiniest prey to mankind. “But, let me remind you! Since you can’t get your thick fucking head to work. You’re a liar, a cheater and an abuser. That ring any bells?”

The subject's face dropped.

“Ah, I see by your expression you know exactly what I’m talking about! Glad to see we’re on the same page.” He shrugged his cloak off placing it to the side of the doll. “I want to play a game.”

“What game? This isn’t a fucking game! You’re sick in the head you fucking cunt!”

The atmosphere shifted, the man remained calm while the subject went ballistic.

“What is this? What fucking game?”

“You feel the machine that’s currently occupying your ribs? Well, in about ten minutes that’s going to rip you apart. I’m proud to say that trap is my baby. I’ve been working on it especially for you! How nice is that?” he reached out to tug at the subject’s legs, tormenting them like a cat would a mouse. “Anyway, as my beautiful angel trap will rip you apart, my darling little friend Billy over here,” the subject followed the direction the man's hand pointed, “is going to match your face with the ugliness of your soul.”

“Fuck, fuck this! How do I stop it? Tell me how I fucking stop it!”

A boxy grin overtook the man's face, laughter poured from his mouth as he leaned over and slapped the subject’s leg. “This is a special game.”

“Who are you? What do you mean by ‘special game’?”

He raised himself so he stood tall and grabbed a knife from his pocket, “I’m the man you call Jigsaw.” He traced the tip of the knife along the subject’s ankle, “and when I say a special game… I mean you can’t get out.” While the subject was screaming in realisation, Taehyung walked back for his cloak, hung it over his shoulder and stalked off back the way he came. He sent one last smile to the subject as he rounded them and within the blink of an eye, he gripped the knife and slashed the subject’s achilles.

A chilling scream pierced the eerie atmosphere, the subject couldn’t string words together. Abundances of anxiety, terror and pure panic took reign of their body. Taehyung grabbed the injured muscles and forced his gloved fingers in as he gripped and twisted them, “That’s for Y/N.”

Taehyung had pressed the timer before he cut the subject’s tendons. He grabbed the tape from his pocket and threw it on the ground and with a chuckle he shouted, “Game over!”

Before he reached the end of the hallway, he heard the gunshots pierce his subjects face followed by the sound of the angel trap, even this far away Taehyung heard every crack of the ribs and the noise of the body being tore apart.

Without looking back, Taehyung rounded the corner and slammed the door shut.

He’d chosen the Angel trap for the irony, the subject that was currently hanging from the ceiling was no angel. They were a fucked up, evil, waste of space. Taehyung had done the world a favour, he’d done you a favour.

That got him thinking, how much blood would you shed in order to stay alive?

[a/n: who do we think was in the trap???👀]

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unloved-cadillac · 4 years ago

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How would Dabi be with a civilian s/o:

>𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩:

In all honesty, this man probably bumped into you on the sidewalk or in a store. Of course he was disguised, but you did catch a glimpse of his scars. Or burns? You couldn’t remember.

“Hey. Watch it.” He said a bit annoyed. “I’m sorry. Forgive me.” You responded with a kind smile. Dabi’s mind went: cute.

After you left, he followed you. Out of protection for you and because he wanted to know where you lived. Very blunt, I know.

Dabi stalked you. Plain and simple. When he wasn’t busy with the league, he made it his mission to be near you. He found out where you worked, what restaurants you liked to eat at, family members, your friends. All the stuff he could get his hands on.

Your name was beautiful. Dabi found himself saying your name over and over again to himself but caught himself and scoffed. “Damn woman.”

He would be lying if he said he didn’t fantasize of having a relationship with you. The sex part and the usual bases of a relationship. Hand holding, talking. Everything.

But it was until he got caught by you in an alleyway did he know he was fucked. He was Dabi. The Cremation Villain. Villain. That’s what he was. All he ever would be, even to you.

“Hi. You’re the guy I bumped into the other day, isn’t it?” You say snapping him away from his thoughts. He chuckles. “Yeah.” He answers.

“I’m Y/n. What’s your name?” You ask. I know. I know everything about you. “Dabi.” He saw your eyes widen a bit. “Oh. You’re the villain aren’t you?” He nods. “But I’m not gonna hurt or mug you. I have no reason to anyway.” He explains and your shocked face relaxes into a smile. “Good. I’m broke anyway.” You joke and he chuckles.

“You’re not gonna call the cops or run for your life?” Dabi asks while you shake your head. “I have no reason to.” You repeat his words back at him and it was his turn to be shocked. “Well, see ya around. Dabi.” You walk past him and wave.

What?

After that, you started seeing Dabi everywhere you went. You, being you, didn’t find it weird or creepy. Actually, you felt a bit safer knowing that if you were to bump into trouble, you had him there.

You left some snacks and letters for him by your mailbox where you knew he stood. Dabi happily took it and snacked on it while he read your letters. Some were just a “hi :)” or “I saw you ;)” it made him chuckle, that’s for sure.

Finally, after months, he found himself in your apartment. You were at work, which he obviously knew, so he decided to snoop around. See what this girl who caught his attention was like.

You had basic stuff. A table, 2 chairs and a small ass kitchen. A tiny TV with a run down couch which looked like it was going to break at any moment. He actually felt sorry for you.

Your bedroom was a simple, single bed with a white blanket and two pillows. A wardrobe with some of your clothes. He knew you didn’t do laundry at your apartment, since you went to the one down the street, and he saw your basket starting pile up with clothes.

He knew what he was going to do.

He put on his “disguise” and went to the laundry place. He stayed there for 2 hours waiting for your clothes to be ready. And when it was, he realized what the actual fuck he was doing.

He was a criminal, a murderer but here he was, doing laundry for a girl he doesn’t know.

After putting your clothes on your bed, he left. He wanted you. He wanted you and he didn’t know what the hell he was going to do.

When you came home, you saw your clothes done and a note beside it:

“You live horribly. Just saying.”

-D.

You scoffed. “Idiot.” You slowly started falling for this man. And you had no idea how or what to do about it.

Couple of days later, after having supper with your friends, Dabi was by your door. Sitting, apparently waiting for you.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my stalker.” You say walking up the stairs to see him. Dabi looked up and chuckled. “Well, that’s a bit harsh.” He says standing up and facing you.

“What brings you here? Want to do more laundry?” You joke and he scratches his head. “Actually, I want to talk to you.” “About?” Fuck. Dabi wasn’t prepared.

“I-, uh.-..” he starts to say. Dammit. How was this so hard?! “Dabi.” You call his name and he looks at you. God, his name sounded good coming from your lips.

“I..like you. I know it’s weird. I don’t even know you. But you seem to be a good person, underneath the scars and burns.” You say and Dabi stares at you. He scoffs and avoids your big e/c eyes. “Damn, Y/n. You made this easier for me.” He says.

“What do you-..,” you don’t get to finish your sentence because his lips landed on yours. He tasted like cigarettes. But it wasn’t unpleasant, you actually liked it.

Pulling away, he cups your cheek and softly kisses your forehead. “I’ll see you around, angel.” Dabi softly tells you and disappears into the night, leaving you wonder what just happened.

Dabi returned back to you after a week. A mission came up and he wanted to at least taste you before he left.

It was 10pm when he knocked on your door. He knew you would be up because you didn’t have work the next day so you would be up watching those shows you love so much.

He waits patiently outside for you. After heading the door open, he sees you. In your robe, wide-eyed and confused.

“Dabi?” You say and walks up to you. “Where were you?” You ask as he moves closer. “Why? Were you worried?” Dabi asks and you blush. “Maybe.” You reply and he smirks.

“Y/n.” He calls and you look up at him, while his finger hooked under your chin.

“What I’m about to tell you, I have never done before. I like you and it terrifies me. But I want you to be mine. You can deny. I won’t blame you. No one would like to be with a villain anyway.” He finishes and looks at you.

All you did was whisper a soft “yes” and brought his lips to yours.

>𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩:

Dabi spent the night of his confession with you. Not in sex, just sleeping with you. Honestly, he hasn’t slept that well in years.

The next morning he left you, having needed to return back to the league. But he did get you breakfast.

You didn’t tell anyone that you were involved with someone, let alone a villain. You didn’t want Dabi to get caught.

A few months into your relationship, Dabi started to give you money. Where he got it from, you didn’t know. But when you refused, he took the money and bought something for your apartment. A new couch, food, a new TV. New bedding. He practically renovated your apartment.

Although the both of you had discussed it, Dabi couldn’t stay longer than a week with you. He couldn’t have the League asking questions of his whereabouts and exposing you.

He would rather leave without giving you a day he would be back thangive you false hope and get sad about him.

But that one week per month that he did stay, was the best week you ever had.

Dabi and you watched movies, played cards, cooked. He even taught you some recipes that he remembered from all those years ago.

When it came to sex, Dabi cared for you like no other did before him. He was gentle and loving almost. He hated leaving you in the morning too. That’s why he saved those intimate times for the nights he knew he could stay.

Now, almost a year into your relationship, Dabi trusted you with his life. When he would run from the police, he came to your apartment. Sometimes at 4am.

Knock knock. You hear on the window. Walking up to it, you see him. “Dabi?!” You whispers shout, “What the hell?” “Sorry, angel face. Gotta hide. May I?” “Of course you idiot. Get in here!”

You would wear his shirt all the time. And he loved seeing you in it.

Dabi also liked laying on your tummy, in between your legs while you ran your hands through his hair. That’s when you saw it.

🚫SPOILER🚫

“Baby? Why is your hair white?” You ask and he shoots up and touches his head. “What?” “It’s white. By your crown.” You point and he sprints to the bathroom.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You hear him whisper. Dabi sorta calms down and comes back into your room.

“Y/n. There’s something I need to tell you.” He says seriously. You sit up while he sits down next to you. He places his hand on your thigh and looks at you.

“My name, my real name, is Touya Todoroki. Endeavor is my father..” he begins and continues with his whole story. You listen intently and squeeze his hand in reassurance.

After he poured out all of the shit that he kept on his chest for years, you leaped into his arms making you both fall back on the bed, and smothered him in kisses.

You kissed his scars on his neck and mouth. Then moved to the ones under his eyes. He watched you and you then kissed him fully.

“Can I call you Touya?” You whisper and he nods. “Only here though.” “Of course. Thank you, babe. For telling me.” You say and he hugs you tighter. No. Thank you, Y/n.

It was a bumpy ride with plenty of fights between the two of you, but it was just out of missing each other. He tried keeping you safe as did you.

Dabi loved you. He really did. He told you on night before he left for three weeks. It was emotional and raw, because you loved him too.

But little did he know, someone had picked up on his routine...

———————————————————————

“I’m going through a Dabi phase.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

#dabi x reader #dabi #my hero academia headcanons #my hero academia x reader #touya x reader #touya todoroki #my hero academia dabi #boku no hero academia dabi #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia fanfiction

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elleonmybeloved · 4 years ago

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Inspired by the beautiful art I saw recently of a kiss-dazed Diluc saying that he supposed you could continue, and from my own Diluc randomly coming home for absolute free on a random pull, I present you:

Kissing Booth!

Diluc x Female Adventurer Reader

Rated T: Lots of kissing in the dark with the big D himself.

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With slow, drawn out movements, you did your best to set up the booth in the square. Around you, the other adventure teams set up normal ones, like cupcakes, charm bracelets, and assortments of artifacts. You cast a wistful gaze at them, wishing your group had also had some artifacts to sell.

In order to make the funding competition more fair and prevent repeats, each group had to draw a concept from a hat and make their booth sell that particular thing. Unfortunately, somebody had the great and hilarious idea to put some joke prompts in there, and your group had the great misfortune to pull the one and only paper marked “kissing booth” from it.

Admittedly, you had been kind of expecting Bennett’s group to draw that one, so the situation completely blindsided you. You weren’t the only girl on your adventure team, but Felicia had a boyfriend, so the burden was left to you.

“Hey, need a hand?” Jack, a fellow adventurer asks, having approached you with a friendly wave. “I noticed you don’t have your booth set up yet and Katheryn says we’re starting in five minutes.”

“Thanks Jack, but I’m good.” You give him an awkward smile. “Other than the curtain, the box, these chairs…” You sigh. “Aaaand this lipstick, there isn’t really anything else to set up.”

“Oh, okay.” He deflates, probably thinking you are denying him because he doesn’t seem useful.

As much as you’d like to hide behind the thick red velvet of the curtain, your group needs funding, and you’re not about to be the reason nobody can get their blades and armor fixed up at the blacksmith for the next several months.

“I guess, if you don’t mind, you can help me put this on top.” You acquiesce, throwing him a bone. Holding up a sign that says “Kissing Booth: One kiss for 1,000 Mora”, you gesture at the top of the wooden booth, where there’s a couple nails hammered in to hang the sign on.

“Leave it to me!” He says, and takes the sign from your hands to place it, dreadfully, in plain sight, right where it’s supposed to be.

“Thanks.” You say, trying hard to sound genuine lest he misunderstand.

“No problem! See ya, and good luck fundraising!”

He’s off with a whistle, and you wonder if he even read the sign he just hung up for you. Oh well, whatever.

A few minutes later, the chime of a handheld bell rings through the courtyard, and you hear Katheryn’s voice announcing, “Welcome to the Adventurer’s Guild’s Biannual Fundraising Fair.”

Resigned to your fate, you draw back the velvet curtain and sit in your chair, gripping the tube of red lipstick harder than you would the handle of your sword if you came across an entire nest of giant slimes.

People filter into the square, most making a beeline for the sweets, and several crowding around the artifact booths to get first pickings of the feathers, goblets, and timepieces alike. With no flashy goods at your table, it’s a while before anybody even notices you. When a few people, you are relieved to see them laugh, and say “Look, they made a joke booth this year too, haha!” You let out a nervous laugh and give them a good natured smile.

You notice immediately when your luck runs out, a gaggle of young men and women just out of the cupcake booth heading your way. The exaggerated “No way, seriously?” accompanied by obnoxious giggles from one of the girls lets you know that they aren’t paired off, and the “Well if it isn’t my lucky day” from a lanky guy with a fashionable undercut and a flashy ear piercing tolls the bell of your doom.

“Hi, welcome.” You manage to greet the group with a stiff smile.

“You’re selling kisses?” One of the guys, a shorter one with black hair asks.

“... Yes.” You reply. “One thousand mora each.”

“Real kisses?” The flashy guy is the one to ask this time, leaning forward with a piercing look. “Like on the lips?”

“Or somewhere else on the face.” You suggest hopefully. “But yes.”

“Well then. Allow me to be your first customer. I’ll start off with three kisses, all on the lips. If you don’t mind.”

You do mind. But what can you do. At least he’s not ugly, but the amused stares of his group at your situation are humiliating, and your cheeks get hot with shame as you stare down at the table and he counts out three thousand mora, placing them on the table in front of you.

Applying a fresh coat of red lipstick buys you only a few seconds, and then he is leaning in expectantly. You close your eyes and resolve to make it as quick as possible.

“Stop!”

The voice is so sharp you startle in your chair as your eyes fly open. Crossing his arms and scowling, Diluc Ragnvindr stalks over and stands between you and flashy guy.

“Huh? Why? What’s the deal, man? I properly paid, count it if you don’t believe me?” Flashy Guy looks confused.

“That’s not the issue, just take your money and go.” Diluc swipes the coins off the counter and insistently presses the fist of them against flashy guy’s chest until the other man bewilderedly accepts it.

“Um, okay. I’m just gonna… go?” He and his group of friends leave, the girls already breaking into gossipy whispers before they’re even out of earshot.

“Uh, hi Diluc. Why’d you do that?”

Diluc turns to face you at your question, an annoyed expression on his face. “You’re really asking me why, Y/n? … Seriously, why would you even go through with such an idea in the first place?”

You frown at the implication in his tone. “I didn’t have a choice. And my group needs the money.”

“You should’ve made them give you a different booth concept.”

“I tried. Groups aren’t allowed to change concepts, since it would be unfair.” You explain with a sigh. As relieved as you are to have gotten out of kissing anyone so far, the weight of the empty mora box you are supposed to fill weighs heavily on the back of your mind.

“... You just need to sell all your stock, right? How much were you going to sell?”

You look up, and take a moment to think about it. “I guess I was hoping to get away with just fifty. Fifty thousand mora could possibly last us a few months… if we’re lucky and nobody’s sword gets shattered to pieces from a superconduct reaction again.”

“Make it a hundred, and I’ll just pay for it.”

“Huh?” You blink. “Oh, wow, thank you! That’s very generous of you. I wonder how I will explain all this to anybody who asks though…” Unable to help a cringe at the thought of your friends and guild mates teasing you for being the kiss-whore of the town, Diluc takes in your troubled expression with a raised brow.

“That’s none of anyone’s business.”

“Yeah but… if someone does find out you uh, sponsored us a hundred thousand mora, and didn’t even receive anything in return…” You play nervously with your hands, already imagining the protests of unfairness. “...But I guess I’ll just deal with it since the only way I can see managing to avoid that is if I actually give you a hundred kisses, ahaha.”

“...”

Dammit, this is awkward, why did you have to joke like that? Diluc is looking at you with an intense unreadable expression. You can’t help but squirm.

“What?”

“That’s a good solution. Let’s do it.”

“Oh. Really?” You stammer, feeling heat rise to your face. You’ve had a crush on Diluc for the longest time, but never in your wildest dreams would you think he felt the same. “With me? Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. But I would appreciate a little privacy. Move over.”

You’re still reeling as he makes his way around and comes in the booth, leaning back instinctively to get out of his way as he reaches over and unbinds the thick velvet curtain, leaving the two of you in the dim red light that barely filters through the fabric.

Diluc pulls the second chair up next to yours, and sits facing you. He takes a pouch out of his pocket and places it on the counter of the booth next to you with a faint clink. You don’t even have to count to know there’s a hundred thousand mora in there, it’s a fat enough pouch.

Taking a deep breath, you begin, uncapping the lipstick to apply a fresh coat.

“Is that part necessary?” Diluc asks.

You falter, lips already cherry red. You don’t know what to say. Does he think it looks bad on you? You can’t help flushing in shame. “Oh, sorry.”

“No- it’s ugh, it’s fine. Continue. Please.” Diluc backtracks, placatively patting the air with his hand.

A long moment of charged tension passes, as you try and fail to work up the nerve to close the distance. His lips look so soft and the way his jaw works as he swallows sends a thrill through you.

“......”

With a small noise of impatience, Diluc shifts in his seat— and then kisses you, pressing his lips firmly against your own until you relax and melt back into him. He begins to rub his lips back and forth against yours, and strokes the shell of your ear with a gloved hand. The sensation makes you shiver. His breath is loud in your ears.

Heat builds up within you, threatening to burst. Your brain struggles to comprehend- Diluc, whom you’ve loved for the longest time, is kissing you.

Your breath catches in your throat at a particularly assertive press of his lips, and at the startled sound, Diluc breaks away.

“You okay? Still enjoying this, or…?” He asks, voice a rich murmur for your ears only.

“I’m fine, m-more than fine ahah,” You giggle breathlessly. “But I’m the one who’s supposed to be kissing you.”

“Hurry up then. You were taking too long.”

The implication of his feelings in the way he says it fills you with sudden confidence, and you smile and give him a look before leaning in and pressing a quick, sweet kiss to his lips. It leaves you exhilarated and buzzing, and a squeezing saccharine urge bubbles up within you. Resisting the sudden desire to clench your teeth, you swoop in and attack his face with kisses, pressing your lips into the smooth skin of his cheek several times before moving to the other one. Diluc gives a breathless laugh and you feel like your heart will just burst. The soft, tsck tsck tsck sound of repeated kisses fills your ears.

After his cheeks have received enough attention, you move down to his jaw, the slight indication of ginger stubble prickling against your lips as you give it a few smooches in adoration before moving to the sensitive skin of his neck. It’s warm and so soft against your lips, you can’t resist going further than you should and opening your lips after kissing to suck on it. The surprised, needy sound Diluc makes sends a distinctive squeeze somewhere lower than your stomach full of butterflies.

You hesitate, and then do it again. He gives a low grunt this time, and your head spins at how quickly the two of you are losing control. Somehow reminded of all the girls in Mondstadt who swoon over and try to woo Diluc, you place a restraining hand on his shoulder before diving in and sucking hard right below his jaw.

“Hey-!” Diluc hisses and pushes you off.

You startle out of your love-addled haze and are squeaking out the beginning of a frantic apology when Diluc roughly grasps both of your thighs and lifts you out of your chair and deposits you onto his lap.

Thrown off balance, you scramble to steady yourself, squishing your body against his chest and gripping both his shoulders to right yourself.

“What’s the big idea?” You ask, giving him a look as you recover your composure. “I almost fell!”

“I would’ve caught you. And if you want to kiss me like that, you’re gonna have to fully commit to it.” Diluc says, raising an eyebrow and giving you a cool glance right back. “I’m not going to get a hickey from someone sitting across from me in another chair like some nervous Church of Barbatos deacon in training.”

“Fine, fine, I get it.” You huff. He has a point. “You could be a bit less rough with me, though.”

Diluc blinks and averts his eyes for a moment. “... Right. Sorry, Y/n. Wasn’t intentional.”

“Yeah, I know.” You roll your eyes at him, thinking of how he throws his claymore around like a weightless treebranch.

Adjusting once more to get yourself comfortable atop his thighs, you apply another coat of lipstick. Leaning in, you're about to press another adoring kiss to his cheek when he turns his head, catching your lips instead. Your gasp of surprise melts into a whimper as he gets aggressive with it, pushing your mouths hard together with a gloved hand at the base of your head. You can’t escape his onslaught. Kiss after kiss, he doesn’t stop until you are gasping for air and then just dives right back in. Your mind goes blank of all thoughts, puddling into an empty haze.

When you come to your senses… a long time later, your lips are swollen, head dizzy from lack of oxygen, and … — Diluc’s gloves are on the floor, his face blissed out and slack, the sight sending a spear of heat straight through your stomach to your core. You swallow dry, clenching your thighs on either side of his and slide your hand down his stomach, and OHhhhgod abort, somebody is pushing the red curtain aside, flooding the small space with bright light.

“Oh, what the-! What in Barbatos’ name are you two doing in here?” Cyrus asks, rearing back with a shocked expression. “Archons, Y/n, I thought you’d left the booth behind.”

“Master Cyrus?!?” You’re just. Frozen stiff in Diluc’s lap, mortified. But instead of letting you scramble out of his lap, Diluc tightens his arms around you, trapping you in his embrace.

“Despite being given a ridiculous product, Y/n managed to sell all her stock to me. I hope there isn’t a problem with that.”

Cyrus stammers in the face of the thinly veiled accusation, monocle nearly slipping off his face. “Yes well. I’m not in charge of the prompts, miss Katheryn is… ahem, anyways, the fundraising event is over now. We’re taking down the booths and moving them to the Adventure Wagon.”

“Oh, okay.” You say, tucking your hair behind your ear, still flustered. “I’ll be right there.”

“You gonna need help taking the booth down and carrying it over, kid?” The blond older man asks, an unsure look on his face as he eyes your companion.

“I’ll take care of it.” Diluc says before you can answer, and you nod belatedly.

“Alright. See ya.”

When Cyrus is gone, the two of you are once again shrouded in red-tinted darkness, but the noisy sounds of people walking and loading things onto the wagon is unmistakable.

“...So, um… anyways…” You begin awkwardly.

“—That wasn’t a hundred.” Diluc cuts you off.

“...Huh?”

“That wasn’t a hundred. So you can deliver the rest of them later this evening. I’ll tell Adelinde to keep an ear out for you, so just knock if the Winery is closed by the time you arrive. I have some work to do with the guild but I should be done with all my most important business by five.”

“Oh. Okay. Sure.” You smile shyly. “Far be it from me to not deliver in a timely manner.”

“That’s my girl.” He says with a wry smile. “Blessedly quick on the uptake.”

“We should take the booth up before Master Cyrus comes back.” You admit reluctantly, climbing off his lap as he releases his grip on you.

“Let me do the heavy lifting.” Diluc insists, and the two of you come out the back and get to work on taking it down.

You try to help carry one of the smaller supports over to the wagon, but Diluc just says “I’m the one with the gloves, so I’m the one handing the wood. You’ll get splinters.” and shoves the Kissing Booth sign into your hands instead.

Diluc is… covered in lipstick kissmarks, and though several of your guild mates see and remark on it, there isn’t a trace of the pink on Diluc’s cheeks that you had seen in the booth as he gives cool responses. Remembering the sight of him, flushed and dazed and panting, has you nearly dropping the stupid sign though, and you hastily distract yourself from the thoughts of his lips that had tasted faintly sweet like grape juice… with the fate of Bennett’s booth.

You’re not sure what happened, but somehow it got burnt down to a crisp. Vaguely you recall he had drawn candles as a selling prompt. Ah. You can more or less guess what happened. Poor Benny.

“See you tonight.” You give Diluc a little wave goodbye when you’re finished, and he’s about to leave.

Catching your hand, he gives you a kiss this time, getting the top of your hand smudged with the faint remnants of your lipstick. “Don’t keep me waiting too long. I’m a busy man.”

#genshin impact #Diluc x reader #Diluc x female reader #kissing #genshin impact diluc #not tumblr refusing to copy paste it in the right format I-#I’ll Reupload it with the formatting later i cannot #*rageee*

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hauntedbythefanficsofmypast · 4 years ago

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The Different Group Chats part 1

{Part 1} [Part 2]

Diamonds:

BlueDiamond- Marinette

BrownDiamond- Mireille

GreenDiamond- Marc

Cheng Main Family:

MamaOrso- Sabine

TopChef- Wang

Matriarch- Nuba (Their Grandmother)

Heiress- Lian (Marc’s mother)

Tiāncái- Mei (Mireille’s mother)

Adrinette/Girls GC:

PinkBean- Rose

PurpleBean- Juleka

BossFox-Alya

TrueBeauty-Lila

WhyAmIHere- Alix

LoveBug- Mylene

A group chat AU I thought of this will involve only the Miraculous Ladybug show, with very minor mentions of other shows. Some backstory information I feel are important. Marinette, Marc, and Mireille are cousins in this through their mothers; Sabine, Lian, and Mei. Marinette is Chinese, Italian, and French, Marc is Chinese and French, and Mireille is Chinese, Japanese, and French. This is not Adrinette, I decided to give Lukanette some love!

Diamonds

10:46 am

BlueDiamond: Do you think I could get away with it?

GreenDiamond:????

GreenDiamond: Mar? Get away with what?

BrownDiamond: Depends. Are you doing it by yourself, with us, or are you going to call Bāchan’s right hand?

GreenDiamond: Mir? Wait why would Mar call Fengge?

11:07 am

GreenDiamond: Hey! You two respond already!

BrownDiamond: Calm cousin, calm. Mar is contemplating taking care of Lila Rossi, you know the girl that threatened her in the bathroom.

GreenDiamond: Oh.

GreenDiamond: WAIT!!!1!

GreenDiamond: No fair! She can’t call Fengge I called dibs on ruining Rossi!

BrownDiamond: Mar gets the final decision, after all she is the one being targeted.

BlueDiamond: I am not calling Fengge, I don’t want her dead, I just want to ruin her future. Besides Fengge would call Nonna, and I’d rather not take the chance of us being pulled out of school.

BrownDiamond: Very true, but I doubt Bāchan would pull us out. Lila is only a minor threat and she knows we can definitely handle her. If the snake goes too far however, she will step in.

GreenDiamond: Tru…

BrownDiamond: Stop butchering words or else.

GreenDiamond: Common little cuz be traught.

*BrownDiamond took a Screenshot of chat*

BrownDiamond: I am showing my Kachann.

BlueDiamond: She did warn you.

GreenDiamond: D’: NooOo dont message auntie!!!1!!

BrownDiamond: Already sent.

GreenDiamond: You hate me.

Cheng Main Family

11:38 am

Tiàncái: First, return to your lessons. Second, Marc the penthouse at 4 exact. After reading those texts I’ve decided you need a two hour lesson.

BrownDiamond: Yes Kachann.

BlueDiamond: Sorry Auntie.

GreenDiamond:Understood Auntie.

TopChef: How bad was it?

Tiàncái: Worse than you fake butchering other languages to mess with others.

MamaOrso- My Marinette was not a part of it correct?

Tiàncái- No just our nephew sister.

Heiress- Why am I not surprised, at least he is only doing it with his cousins.

Matriarch- My Diamonds know that they are not allowed to butcher languages like their Great Uncle in front of others. I would not worry too much, my darlings. Now all of you return to work. I have a meeting to attend.

MamaOrso- Yes Māmā

Tiàncái- Understood, have a good meeting.

Heiress- I will see you later Māmā.

TopChef-Talk to you all later my girls.

Diamonds

1:13 pm

BlueDiamond: Juleka and Rose are sitting with me in the back now.

BrownDiamond: Oh?

BlueDiamond: Yes they came up and apologized to me during lunch. They both asked for a chance to earn my trust again.

GreenDiamond: And your decision Mar?

BlueDiamond: I am giving them a second chance, both apologized and explained why they didn’t choose sides. No information about Lila too, she is making big promises. For instance she told Kitty Section she’d introduce them to Jagged Stone.

BrownDiamond:...Isn’t Juleka Jagged’s daughter?

BlueDiamond: Yes.

BrownDiamond: Oh no.

BlueDiamond: What?

GreenDiamond: This is Miss Mendeleiev both of you return to your lessons and put your phones away.

1:28 pm

BrownDiamond: Nice job Marc, next time control your laughter.

BlueDiamond: Really?

2:49 pm

BlueDiamond: Mir go out for ice cream? We can go find André.

BrownDiamond: Well I don’t have to be in the studio today and was only planning to hang out with friends. Can we invite some others?

BlueDiamond: Oh definitely! I’ll ask Rose, Juleka, and Luka!

BrownDiamond: I am just going to invite Aurore and Jean.

BlueDiamond: Hoping to get complimentary cones cousin dearest?

BrownDiamond: Shut up I just like his face.

BlueDiamond: Don’t you lie to me. You have attended every single magical show he has done, and even promoted him once on MAC’s Twitter.

BrownDiamond: Shut up, your one to talk Mar. Who do you have a crush on, Model boy or Guitar boy?

3:10 pm

BrownDiamond: Mar?

BrownDiamond: Did I upset you?

BrownDiamond: Marinette?

BlueDiamond: Sorry

BlueDiamond: No you did not upset me. Lila pointed out I was texting and Bustier started lecturing me on being a good role model.

BrownDiamond: Sorry, my locker in five?

BlueDiamond: Mhm, see you soon.

GreenDiamond: I got my phone back!

GreenDiamond: Unfair! You guys can’t get ice cream while I’m stuck in lessons!

BlueDiamond: [Image.png]

GreenDiamond: Why’d you send me a picture of you and Mir looking around???

BrownDiamond: Trying to find the fucks we give…

GreenDiamond: ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽

BlueDiamond: Ew. Stop.

GreenDiamond:༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽

BlueDiamond: Ugh.

Private Messaging

Nathaniel and Marc

3:11 pm

LifePartner: Marc can we talk today? It’s about Marinette.

Rainbow: …

Rainbow: I have a two hour lesson starting at four. Meet me on the Pont Des Arts at 6:30.

LifePartner: I’ll be there Rainbow, see you later.

Diamonds

4:20 pm

BrownDiamond: Not.A.Word.

BlueDiamond: Burnt caramel for his eyes, and cotton candy for his unique tricks~ Blackberry for her beautiful hair, and black walnut for her unusual connections.

BrownDiamond: One, perhaps we should be concerned with what André seems to know about us.

BrownDiamond: Two, Blue moon for his hair and eyes, and super madness for his crazy life, Blackberry for her hair and cherry with chips for her secret.

BlueDiamond: Mmm André is a meta I wouldn’t worry his love is ice cream and bringing soulmates together.

BlueDiamond: Luka has confessed to me though, I told him I wasn’t ready.

BrownDiamond: Still stuck on Adrien?

BlueDiamond: No

BlueDiamond: I thought he’d take my side when he said that we were in it together. The moment he didn’t speak up when I was expelled pretty much made that crush, crash.

BlueDiamond: He is sweet but he has been too sheltered, he is trying to treat Lila like she is a tabloid.

BrownDiamond: You are not wrong. So...Luka?

BlueDiamond: Yea, I’m thinking Luka.

Private Messaging

Jagged and Luka

4:24 pm

Luka: Dad how did you get Penny to fall in love with you?

Jagged: I ask myself that every single day kiddo. Every single day.

Luka: I’m screwed.

Jagged: Marinette?

Luka: Marinette.

Jagged: Penny says to just be yourself! My rockstar Mari is a smart girl and her crush on the Agreste boy has slowly disappeared...yes it would be very rock an roll to have her as a daughter-in-law. That’s it Luka! You have to win Marinette’s heart over!

Luka: You’re not helping Dad.

Private Messaging

Penny and Luka

4:47 pm

Penny: Stop asking him Luka.

Penny: Just be yourself, Marinette would never want you to change yourself. Give her a little more time and just be there for her.

Luka: Thanks Penny, how did Dad win you over anyway?

Penny: ...I have a thing for loud sometimes idiotic men.

Luka: Awe, I am never telling him that.

Penny: I’m joking, I’m joking one night he rolled over and was just barely awake. He didn’t know I was awake, he whispered that I was the love of his life and that he wished his mom had a chance to meet me.

Luka: Awe. I’m telling Marinette that.

Penny: Oh, definitely would get you brownie points, she loves sweet love stories.

Adrinette

6:39 pm

Group name changed from Adrinette to Girls GC

Lila Rossi added by BossFox

BossFox changed Lila Rossi to TrueBeauty

BossFox: Hey girls I decided to make this the drama free girls group chat.

PurpleBean: Drama free???

PinkBean: Why not create a new group chat than Alya? Also if this is the girls group chat where is Marinette?

BunnxXx changed name to WhyAmIHere

BossFox: Like I said drama free girls

TrueBeauty: Awe Alya! You added me to a group chat where I don’t have to worry about upsetting Marinette!

TrueBeauty: That’s so sweet!!

WhyAmIHere: Alya this is our get Mari with Sunshine boy gc.

TrueBeauty: Alya you haven’t told them yet?

BossFox: Don’t worry Lila I just wanted you to be here when I did!

BossFox: Girls we are canceling Adrinette.

LoveBug: What? Why?

BossFox: I was telling Lila about all our attempts and how ‘in love’ with Adrien Marinette is. Well Lila pointed out that everything she is doing are red flags for a stalker!

LoveBug: What?! But Marinette would never!

PinkBean: Are you serious?

WhyAmIHere: Oh boy.

TureBeauty: No listen please, I’m not lying!

TrueBeauty: Alya told me everything she has done! She has his entire schedule, pictures of him all over her wall, one he doesn’t even know exist! She has stolen his phone before and is constantly trying to get alone time with him! Not to mention she has planned out their life with two kids and a hamster!

TureBeauty: She is stalking Adrien and convinced you guys to help her!

LoveBug: Oh my gosh

LoveBug: I can’t believe

LoveBuv: All this time Marinette has been

WhyAmIHere: Alright ya-no I’m so done.

WhyAmIHere: First of Marinette HAD a crush on Adrien. One that you blew out of proportion Alya.

BossFox: What?!

BossFox: I did not!

WhyAmIHere: You were constantly trying to force her into telling Adrien when she clearly wasn’t ready, and always dragging us into helping set up ‘dates’

WhyAmIHere: Two Marinette is a fashion designer. Have you seriously never noticed all the pictures are right above when she works on designs? They are a part of her fashion board Alya.

WhyAmIHere: Also the part with the phone, I’m hello? Marinette has always been like that, she does it when she’s half asleep most of the time. But in the end she always returns the person's phone before the end of the day!

WhyAmIHere: Also we have all seen those photos, if Marinette was seriously stalking him don’t you think the pictures would be inappropriate? They are either from magazines or from class outings.

LoveBug: Alix you have to admit it is a little weird that Marinette has gone this far

LoveBug: Lila is a model too and she knows so many famous people. I have no doubt she knows more about stalking than we do.

WhyAmIHere: srs.

TrueBeauty: Alix you have to listen to me! Marinette is sick and she needs help or else she’ll be a danger to Adrien and us!

WhyAmIHere: No. I’m done. Marinette is just a teenager with a CRUSH and you are just blowing it out of proportion.

Alix Kubdel has left Girls GC.

TrueBeauty: Rose Juleka you believe us right?

TrueBeauty: Please Mari really needs help!

PinkBean: No we don’t…

BossFox: WHAT!?

PurpleBean: We don’t believe you. Besides, Marinette barely has a crush on Adrien anymore. I’d ask if you’ve seen her room but she stopped inviting you up Alya.

PinkBean: And she doesn’t like Lila so Lila has never even seen her room.

BossFox: It isn’t like you guys would actually know anything! Just after school today Marinette threatened Lila to stay away from Adrien! And she got physical!

LoveBug: oh gosh! Lila are you okay?

TrueBeauty: Alya! I didn’t want anyone to know!

BossFox: But they need to know Lila especially since they keep siding with her!

PinkBean: Really?

PinkBean: When after school?

TrueBeauty: She attacked me around 4 today!

PurpleBean: oh rlly?

PinkBean: That doesn’t make sense though because Marinette was with us today at four. We left the school together.

TrueBeauty: This is what I was afraid of! Marinette has twisted you two into lying for her! See Alya this is why I didn’t want anyone to know!

BossFox: Don’t worry I’ll handle this girl.

Juleka Couffaine was removed by BossFox.

PinkBean: Alya?! Really?!

Rose Lavillant was removed by BossFox.

BossFox: Alright girls we have to help keep Adrien safe from his Stalker!

LoveBug: I’ll tell Ivan, I’m sure him and the other boys will be more than happy to help!

TrueBeauty: oh I don’t know what I would do without you girls!

Diamonds

8:15 pm

BlueDiamond: Alix just showed up at my house with Calendula Pink Surprise.

GreenDiamond: Oh? Tikki must be in love.

BlueDiamond: She is, hasn't left the plant since I placed it in my room. I’d send a picture but she obviously wouldn’t show up.

BrownDiamond: Pray tell cousin dearest why did she gift you with flowers?

GreenDiamond: Mir is having another Pride and Prejudice movie marathon…

BrownDiamond: It is a gift to the world!

BlueDiamond: Yes yes one of the best books out there we know.

BlueDiamond: She apologized for everything, also, she may know I’m Ladybug.

BrownDiamond: Well duh, Calendula? Ladybugs love those flowers.

BlueDiamond: She told me that she honestly just thought it was a little rivalry between Lila and me. That is until Alya made a group chat purposely excluding me.

GreenDiamond: Really?

BlueDiamond: Mhm, she said it would be their ‘drama free’ group chat. Not the beat part though.

BrownDiamond: Go on, I've got my movie paused.

BlueDiamond: Apparently I am stalking Adrien and they need to protect him from me.

GreenDiamond:...

BrownDiamond:...

BrownDiamond: My god Marc I can hear you from my room, breathe!

BlueDiamond: I thought the penthouse walls were soundproof?

BrownDiamond: They are.

GreenDiamond: cant breathe

BlueDiamond: I’ve done it.

BlueDiamond: I’ve killed our cousin.

BrownDiamond: Sometimes I wished you’d live here with us Mar.

BlueDiamond: I am thinking about it.

BlueDiamond: Mama and Papa have told me before I can, and it’ll be much easier to avoid Alya.

BrownDiamond: [Image.png]

BlueDiamond: oh my gods breathe

BlueDiamond: is that..

BlueDiamond: Is that Nathaniel’s hoodie?

BrownDiamond: he has rolled over and hid his face in his pillow.

BrownDiamond: Should I tickle the information out of him?

BlueDiamond: hmm permission granted

BrownDiamond: [Video]

BlueDiamond: Awe Marc!!

BrownDiamond: I am outraged he has been dating you for so long and never asked our permission!

BlueDiamond: Mireille give Nathaniel a break, besides not many people know that we are cousins

GreenDiamond: Actually he didn’t know until tonight that we are. Also Mar, expect something from him soon, he knew the truth but didn’t know how to apologize to you.

BrownDiamond: So he is the reason you left the penthouse so quick after your lessons!

GreenDiamond: Shut up Mir!

BlueDiamond: Get some sleep you two, I’ll talk over moving to the penthouse with Mama tomorrow.

BrownDiamond: Goodnight Mar

GreenDiamond: Wait really?!

GreenDiamond: Mar!!

GreenDiamond: You torture me so!

BrownDiamond: Go to sleep Marc.

GreenDiamond: Fine I’ll just ambush her tomorrow.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fandom #miraculous marinette #marinette dupain cheng #mireille caquet #marc anciel #marc and nathaniel #luka couffaine #lukanette #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #lila salt #lila bashing #lila rossi #miraculousgroupchat

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 4 years ago

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Sweet Pea//my only sunshine

Request: Hello good morning, afternoon or night depending on the place you are from❤ I love your work👅 Could you do a headcanon of Sweet Pea dating a sweet, shy and pure girl?? Please??? Love you❤

hey!! i hope you like this!! and i hope you’re all having a lovely day/night! also, sorry if you’re name is sandy...this one isn’t for you. she was the only sweet/shy/pure girl i could think of.

- As soon as he meets you

- He doesn’t like you

- Its the first day at Riverdale Hell High

- He’s surrounded by Northsiders

- And one look at you

- He knows you’re the definition of n o r t h s i d e r

- You’re more like Betty Cooper, than Betty Cooper

- You’re too kind and sweet to be considered anything other than:

- 1: a psycho

- Or

- 2: a serial killer

- All kind smiles

- And bright eyes that make whoever looks into them feel safe

- Right now

- You look more like you’re welcoming literal angels into heaven

- Than gang members into a school

- After Veronica’s speech

- During which you would chime in with enthusiastic ‘yeahs!’

- And Sweet Pea knows you’re going to be eaten alive

- You might be able to get away with being sweet, shy and pure around northsiders

- But if you’re like that when southsiders are around

- You won’t last five minutes

- It doesn’t matter whose territory you’re on

- When everyone is sent away after the almost fight

- You manage to catch him before he gets to class

- He doesn’t really know where he’s going

- But he doesn’t care

- This whole thing is bullshit anyway

- He wants to punch something

- And he wants to see Fangs and Toni

- Both of which seem to have gotten separated from him

- So now he’s alone

- To everyone else he looks absolutely terrifying

- But there’s something about him that catches your eye

- He looks...not scared, maybe nervous

- So you scramble to find an excuse to talk to him

- You know the serpents aren’t going to want to talk to anybody unless there’s a reason

- So you grab the first leaflet you see and jog after him

- You catch his jacket and you swear you’ve never seen anybody turn around quicker

- One arm already raised and in a fist

- The other pining you to a locker

- He quickly lets go of you and drops his fist when he see’s who he’s about to punch

- But the scowl on his face doesn’t go away

- Even more so, when he glares at all of the people that have surrounded the two of you

- Its a mix of northsiders and southsiders

- But for the first time ever, you think the northsiders have the upper ground

- So you send them a look and they leave you two alone

- Something Sweet Pea is secretly relieved about

- This place may suck

- But he doesn’t want to be kicked out on his first day

- Mainly because Toni and Fangs would still be here

- You’re only a little bit terrified

- (You’re actually a lot terrified but thats not the point)

- ‘what.’ He huffs, looking at the floor

- ‘oh.’ You clear your throat and smooth your outfit out. ‘i thought this would be something you’re interested in.’

- You smile brightly at him while handing him the leaflet

- And your fingers brush past each other

- Its only for a few seconds

- But it starts something that lasts a lifetime

- Both of you just don’t know that...yet

- Anyway

- He looks between it and you

- Before his scowl worsens

- ‘is this a joke?’

- ‘huh?’

- ‘you gave me a leaflet for cheerleading’

- ‘what?’ Your eyes widen as you look down at the paper. ‘oh. sorry. that was the wrong thing. but, you could try out for it if you want.’

- ‘do you want to be shoved in a locker instead of against one this time?’ He replies and backs you even more into the cold metal

- ‘do we go to school in the 90′s? because that insult sure sounded like it.’

- You can’t believe you actually said that

- Never in your life have you ever said anything like that

- You’ve had no need to

- Everybody is always really nice to you

- But your lips moved before you even had a chance to realize what was happening

- And now you’re definitely going to get punched

- But he doesn’t

- In fact, you’re sure you see the corners of his lips turn up into a smile

- But he suppresses it before it gets any further

- Instead muttering a ‘leave me alone sandy’

- ‘my name isn’t sandy.’

- ‘whatever!’

- The next time you see each other

- Is when you’re talking to Jughead and Betty

- Its been a week since the serpents started

- And they’ve been avoiding everybody as much as possible

- But today they decide to brave the school cafeteria

- So once they spot Jones, they all gather around his table

- You pull your attention away from the conversation you’re having with Betty and soon as you see a shadow looming over the three of you

- As soon as you look up

- A bright smile appears on your face as you start to greet as many people as you can

- Even offering your seat to some of them

- They all send you confused/annoyed looks

- Everyone but Sweet Pea

- He’s been watching you over the past week

- Not in a weird, creepy way

- More in a curious way

- Because you’re so different from anybody he has ever met

- And you’re just so nice to everyone

- He honestly doesn’t know how you do it

- Because you talk to everyone you see

- And you’re always smiling

- He’s never seen you with anything but a smile on your face

- Apart from when you’re concentrating in class and your tongue sticks out just a little

- Which is very cute

- There’s only a few people that he can bare to be nice to

- But with you, it just comes naturally

- And in a weird way

- He kind of likes that about you

- So he takes you up on your chair offer

- ‘sure sandy, if you’re offering’ He smirks down at you and you send him an unsure smile before standing up

- He’s kind of secretly sad that he didn’t get a proper smile

- But he gets it

- He hasn’t exactly been the nicest

- Or most approachable person in the world.

- ‘my name is y/n’

- ‘okay.’ He shrugs

- He’s actually really happy he knows you’re name now!

- The rest of the seats around the table are taken so you’re left standing awkwardly beside Betty

- But you don’t seem fazed

- Instead you’re trying to coax Fangs into a discussion about your History assignment

- He doesn’t look at all interested

- And the conversation is mainly one-sided

- But you don’t seem to mind

- ‘hey, northsider. if you want a seat, i’ve got one here.’ A serpent named Liam smirks as he looks at you

- The whole table goes silent

- The serpents trying not to laugh

- Betty and Jughead are wide-eyed

- And Sweet Pea is just confused

- Because he barely knows anything about you

- But he kind of wants to punch Liam in the face

- Maybe its because Liam is always that annoying

- Or at least thats what he’s telling himself

- ‘oh, erm. no thank you’ You reply, you’re cheeks bright red

- ‘are you sure?’ He presses

- ‘she said no. leave her alone’ Sweet Pea chimes in and you send him a relieved smile

- ‘i need to go’ You quickly excuse yourself and rush off

- The rest of the table goes back to normal

- But Sweet Pea knows something was wrong

- He may have only been stalking watching you for a week

- But you’ve never ran away from anybody like that before

- So he follows you out

- And frowns when he finds you sat in an empty stairwell

- He sits beside you and you jump a little

- But you smile at him anyway

- Only this time its sad

- And he’s decided he doesn’t like it

- He’d rather see Jones naked than see you smile sadly at anyone, let alone him, ever again

- ‘whats wrong sandy?’

- ‘my name isn’t sandy’ You roll your eyes making him laugh

- ‘liam is a dick. just ignore him’

- ‘i’m sure he’s nice somewhere deep down. he just hasn’t found that part of him yet’

- ‘do you actually believe that?’

- ‘yeah.’ You nod. ‘i think there’s good in everyone. Even you.’ You make sure to look him in the eye when you say the last part making him smile (and blush a little)

- ‘whatever’

- ‘it just upsets me that people think they can say whatever they want to me because they know i won’t say anything that isn’t polite back’

- ‘you weren’t polite to me’

- ‘that was a mistake. i was having a bad day’

- ‘its not a bad thing to stand up for yourself you know. i do it all the time...maybe thats our problem.’

- ‘what is?’

- ‘well, you don’t stand up for yourself enough, i do it too much’

- ‘together we make a functioning human’

- ‘yeahhh.’ He says awkwardly. ‘i don’t think so. there are so many other parts of me that need fixing before i can be a semi-functioning human...let alone fully’

- ‘thats not true’ You nudge him softly

- ‘sure its not’ He laughs. ‘maybe you need to start being a little more mean to people’

- ‘i don’t want to be mean to anyone. i like being kind.’

- ‘what if i’m mean for you’

- ‘thats also too mean’

- ‘what if i’m mean and it just so happens to be to people that aren’t very nice to you?’ He says and you send him a look. ‘okay. i won’t’

- He does.

- After that you two become very odd friends

- Even if he still calls you Sandy

- You’ve been trying to come up with a nickname for him

- And he loves it

- Because you’re too sweet to come up with a mean nickname for him

- So instead you call him Sunshine

- And he hates it

- He hates it so much

- Because every time you say it...he blushes

- Every. Single. Time

- You continue to be sweetness and light

- And he continues to be bitterness and dark

- Although you are kind of having an effect on him

- Because he is a little nicer to some people

- And Toni and Fangs have never seen him smile more than when he’s either with you or talking about you

- He definitely likes you

- He falls for you more and more every single day

- Despite everything going on between the north and southside

- But one day he just can’t help it

- You’re talking to him

- And you’re just so happy

- So he goes for it

- He’s so scared that you’re going to push him away

- But you don’t

- You kiss him back

- And its just as sweet as you are.

- When you start dating its a surprise to everyone

- Obviously

- You are like the most opposite to each other anybody can be

- Some people think he’s been dared to ask you out

- Others think you’ve slowly lost your mind/been brainwashed

- And everyone else is just confused

- At first people make snide comments

- But they’re quickly shut up by Sweet Pea threatening them

- And as people see that you’re actually serious about each other

- And you kind of compliment one another

- They slowly start to accept it

- Plus, Sweet Pea is so much nicer when you’re around

- They start to get used to it

- Some people even think its quite cute

- Plus, it starts a truce between both sides

- Like a successful Romeo and Juliet

- Anywayyyyy

- He l o v e s teasing you

- Its one of his favourite things to do

- Because its so easy to make you blush or stutter

- And so he does it all the time

- You get very sweet good morning texts

- But rather dirty goodnight texts

- Followed by a sweet one

- And he’ll whisper in your ear when you’re talking to your friends

- ‘that dress looks amazing on you babe’ Cue you smiling. ‘but it’ll look so much better on the floor.’ Cue you blushing like mad

- And he definitely sends inappropriate texts at inappropriate times

- But his favourite thing is when you don’t understand what he’s just said

- Because you’re so confused

- And he thinks its so cute

- He also continues to call you Sandy

- Forever

- But you still call him sunshine

- Sooooo

- He also always has your back

- If someone is being rude to you

- He’s threatening them in a heart beat

- ‘what the fuck did you just say to my girl?’

- You’re also rarely apart so if someone is mean to, they’re gonna get their ass kicked

- But on the rare occasion that you aren’t together

- You are all he talks about

- Whether its relevant to what he’s doing or not

- If he’s watching a film with Toni and Fangs

- ‘y/n would like this’ and ‘that character is like y/n! but she’s much cuter obviously’

- Or if they’re just hanging out and talking

- ‘y/n once ate that...she didn’t like it’ or ‘hey did i tell you about the time y/n did that?’

- ‘yes!’

- ‘you’ve told us 1000 times’

- But you’re exactly the same about him

- And thats what so great about you two

- Because you love each other no matter what

- He loves that you’re the nicest person in the world

- Who wouldn’t?

- Because how lucky is he that he gets to spend his life with the sweetest human ever

- And you secretly like the fact that sometimes he’s a bad influence on you

- Because thats part of him

- And you wouldn’t change that for the world

- He could be the most cynical person in the world

- But to you, he’s literal sunshine

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#sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x you #sweet pea x y/n #riverdale #riverdale imagine

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 4 years ago

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Too late | Dazai x reader |

Too late | Mafia Dazai / dazai x fem!reader |

( A very shitty attempt at a song-fic. )

Warnings- toxic relationship (minor mentions of abuse?), death

A brunette sat on the cement. The tan folds of his coat fluttering out behind him. The wind brushed his hair from his face, it stung his eyes and brushed his skin with bitter cold air. His fingers dripped the brightest shade of crimson. His eyes had dilated and shook with shock and fear. The skin his hands desperately held, already losing its warmth. Lips stained the color, as well as the outfit that resembled his own. Those blood-stained lips coughed final words before letting go. How, how had this happened? Why had he never predicted this? Why would you ever do this?

He knew those answers like he knew his own crimes. After all, how could he forget? He’d been the reason you fell, he’d only denied it for years.

The sun fell softly along the stone. A boy, no older than 15, walked along the stone edge of a bridge. His brown locks flying within the wind whilst he adjusted the bandage over his left eye. He paid no mind to you, even as you walked behind him. Your feet carried you on the safer ground, next to the edge. It was common to find the two of them like this. You were always with him, whenever you could be at least. He never seemed to notice you were there; You didn’t mind it though. The rare moments where he did suddenly ask you questions were enough. Rushing to close the distance between you and him, you caught a glance of his eyes darted to the side. He was looking at you, the single eye that showed seemed puzzled, before he parted his lips to talk to you; His arms opened at the same time. Skipping around steps, he smiled, “Hey, why are you still following me, woman? Don’t you have a better hobby than stalking me?” so he did notice you at times.

Flustered you froze before chuckling with a light hum. “No, not really Dazai-san. I think you're interesting! You're the only one I can't read.” you were referring to your ability. It wasn’t much, so you weren't too high up in the ranks. You could read thoughts, see their feelings in the form of aura, and manipulate that aura. So far, you could make people freeze up and lose themself in an overdose of emotions. Also known as individual illusions created by their auras; things only they could see. It was hard to believe you were even in the mafia. Your bubbly appearance and lack of interest in killing made you look harmless. You never killed, but when you worked with another they sure had an opening to kill.

Dazai leaned down so he leveled with you. “I wonder, have you ever thought of using that ability to induce such outrageous depression, one acts on it?” blushing you took several steps back shaking your head.

“N-no, sir! I d-don’t think I could do that. Well, if Dazai-san really wanted me to, I-I could try it for him!” What were you saying? Knowing this demon prodigy, you’d probably end up not meeting the expectation and ending up punished. Though, would that be so bad?

He puffed his cheeks out, jumping from the edge to land in front of you. With a half-smile, he flicked your forehead. “You keep doing the opposite of what I predict. I really can’t get a read on you.” turning away you covered your face.

“I-is that a compliment?” you mumbled, looking through your fingers. He shrugged, jumping back to the ledge. His eyes lost their glimmer as he looked down. He seemed to be judging the distance; With a heavy sigh, he looked back to the sky.

“If only this was a little higher. I think falling into the water and dying right away, without the pain of falling to the ground, would be okay. I’d drown unconscious, how peaceful that would be.” you didn’t respond as he turned and began walking again.

Year after year you walked by his side, growing with him. Slowly that bubbly gaze began to fade ever so slightly. The fun-filled times like the day on the bridge no longer existed.

My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost

Standing next to the demon prodigy you stretched out your hand with a sigh. “Ability: vortex of emotions.” from the shadows you worked alongside him. The enemy's hands reached their head. A perching scream echoing as they turned their gun to themselves. Looking to the side your eyes met the brunettes; They were colder than they were a year ago. Sighing, he raised his pistol and shot. He pushed past you, and you followed numbly.

I need to feel something, 'cause I'm still so far from home

Entering the box he called his home, his hands grabbed your waist pulling you towards him. His fingers lifting your chin. The flutter of your heart pounded against your chest, the closer his face came to yours. “You really should stop following me everywhere. If you won’t at least try to kill.”

Cross your heart and hope to die. Promise me you'll never leave my side

Nodding as he released you, he sat at his desk. “Mori won’t be happy that we clocked out so early.” he leaned back groaning. “Found a new suicide method? I don’t want to deal with his annoying voice tomorrow!” his older persona slipped through. The light in his eyes spread before it disappeared with your silence. Yet despite that, there was a caring hint to his posture. The way his hands moved softly, how he traced your bow. How he exhaled with a sigh when you closed the door

Show me what I can't see when the spark in your eyes is gone

Another year went by with a soft ease. You stood in Mori's office, a blank expression on your face. You were sure you were dead. Messing up like this, letting somebody get away. You were shaking, unsure why your breaths still rang. The doors opened to the brunette mafioso. Dressed in all black, a short ginger walked at his side. The way your emotions suddenly changed was unnoticed by everybody but Dazai. His eyes set in glares as you looked away. Your heart raced, why was it you still felt like this? He treated you as a pawn, yet you still ached to kiss him. Mori blamed your failure on Dazai’s lack of discipline with you. “I’ve been more than lenient with how she follows you around. If this happens again, it will be you who pays the price Dazai.'' Why did this have to happen in front of the ginger? His eyes looked at you with sympathy. It was weird to see such a thing. Dazai rolled his eyes stepping closer to the ginger as his eyes darted to you. Puffing your cheeks out you looked away.

Once you were in his office, he practically pulled you by the ear. Pushing you to the floor with his frustration. “I don’t understand why I keep you around! All you seem to do is put me in situations that bore me to death!”

You've got me on my knees I'm your one man cult

You looked up with begging eyes. “Please, I’m sorry Dazai-san! Please forgive me! I’ll do better! Please don’t leave me.” he was the first person to ever make you feel real emotions. Fear, excitement, lust, love, heartache, despair. He gave it all to you.

Cross my heart and hope to die Promise you I'll never leave your side

It was an unexpected look, an unexpected plea. His eyes showed excitement. “There, there’s the reason! You can’t stop doing the opposite of my expectations, every time I think you’ll do something, you manage to shock me, even in this kind of situation! I wonder, would you commit suicide if I died? It would be so unexpected!” his voice was full of wonder as he lifted your chin using the front of his foot.

Looking at him he smirked. He'd known, all along, about your feelings. He teased you all the time, but maybe he could finally get an expected reaction from you. It would be possible to toy with you. Maybe then he’d be satisfied with you. “Would you ever be only mine? Something only for my eyes?” with wide eyes you nodded.

Cause I'm telling you you're all I need I promise you you're all I see

With a smile, you brought your hands to press against your chest. With a desperate smile, your eyes filled with that childish light from when you were 15. “Even if I'm only being used for your satisfaction, it would be all I need! You're the only one for me." Once more he was shocked by the response. Nearly losing the balance he had, his hand reached to his face a soft snicker leaving his lips.

“You’re utterly helpless.” he hummed, removing his foot from under your chin. “Come here darling~” he was certainly stressed today. A little fun wouldn’t hurt, right? “Tell me you’ll never leave.” he hummed holding your chin within his fingers. The blush on your cheeks darkening in your complexion.

'Cause I'm telling you you're all I need I'll never leave

His lips met yours. Shivering you closed your eyes, letting a tear fall. You wished he truly loved you back.

Another year passed, you stayed by him no matter what he did. He was crueler than ever. He often left you at night to go hang out in a bar. Those nights were lonely but a ginger often peeped in to see you. “You look like hell.” he would always tell you how messed up you looked. “Why do you stay by him?”

The images passed by your head. The boy you fell in love with. The young 15-year-old. The one with a smile that would show itself here and there. The young boy who jokes around, the carefree one. You picture the feeling of his fingers over yours. Cold yet so warm in those years.

So you can drag me through hell If it meant I could hold your hand

“I love him.” you hummed watching the male drop a bottle of wine in your lap. He walked out leaving the gift. He knew you understood how cruel he was. He had never really pitied anybody before but you… you were something he pitied. A demon prodigy's toy, your relationship was nothing more than toxic.

I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell And you can throw me to the flames

Sipping on the wine you drank yourself drunk. “I love him… he loves me. I love him. He loves me, I know he does. I’ve seen some softness in those harsh eyes.” you wiped the tears looking up to the ceiling. What had you gotten yourself into? Why did your heart have to play you like this?

I will follow you, I will follow you

He stood looking so conflicted, broken, and unsure. It wasn’t the first time you saw him without the bandages but it was the first time your dull lifeless eyes saw him this vulnerable. “Figures, you do follow me everywhere.” his voice was blank of anything; You could no longer read his voice.

Come sink into me and let me breathe you in

It was true, you needed him, so of course you followed him everywhere. “Go, we’re done! I’m not going back! This is all Mori's fault! He’d be alive if it weren't for inviting that damn organization here!” he was upset, yet he seemed so confused. Like a child, he had no grip on what he was feeling. Was he angry, grieving, sad? He couldn’t tell.

You ran to him wrapping arms around him. “I will go with you! I will follow you!”

I'll be your gravity, you be my oxygen.

You'd hold him down during this pain. You’d help him achieve whatever it was that he needed. “Even if it is death, I will not leave.”

So dig two graves 'cause when you die I swear I'll be leaving by your side

With a soft sigh, he pushed you away. “That changes nothing, follow if you have to but I never loved you.” you backed away smiling you curtsied.

“I know Dazai, I know you never did and never could. You are a demon prodigy, one that can’t understand his own feelings. I wish I could help, but your gift cancels mine out.” your voice was sweet as honey, but he shed you no more glances as he walked away. Following him, you sighed.

Two years later your empty eyes sat at an agency desk, you'd bought an outfit to match his. Those feelings refused to leave you even after all this time. They surged more than ever. He was like his 15-year-old self again, different but at least there was life in his eyes. He laughed and flirted just as he did those years ago.

So you can drag me through hell If it meant I could hold your hand

You looked to the cafe waitress’s hand, then your own. How you wished to be her. You stood up, walking out and to the office of the agency, sitting in your chair, Kyouka walked up to you. She once had your eyes. Dull, lifeless, broken, but then Atsushi seemed to save her. “Do you love him?” she asked tilting her head as you looked from your phone to her, you sighed.

“Yes, but I'll suffer for life over this. I had my chance and now it’s gone.”

I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell

She set down a small piece of paper. “I found this.'' She tried to give you a smile that wasn’t pity. They often asked why you always looked so disturbed. Maybe it was the fact you were really all alone now?

And you can throw me to the flames

A tear dropped from your eye. Something, a feeling you hadn’t had in so long. It was worth it, these empty dull years. “A tossed away letter to apologize.” you held it to your chest.

I will follow you so you can drag me through hell If it meant I could hold your hand

You found yourself alone on a mission. This was assigned to both you and Dazai, but he had other things he wanted to be doing. Neither of you knew how dangerous this was. He had not batted an eye at this mission. It was simple, a simple recovery mission. A ransom kidnapping, simple in and out. You could handle it without being seen. You ached for the warmth of his hand. A little light lifted your eyes as you stepped into the building.

When his fingers opened his phone accepting the call, he nearly fell over dead. The mission you were attending wasn’t a retrieval; It was a set-up. Despite how careful he'd been, somebody had found out about you. More so his past with you. His mind was too focused on you to think of who let it slip.

I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell And you can throw me to the flames

Dazai pushed past the doors too late. This was his fault, all of this. The loss of your true self.

I will follow you, I will follow you I will follow you, I will follow you

You'd always said you would follow him. It was always like that. He had taken years to figure out why he never ignored or let you go. He was selfish, he had grown attached. Ango and Oda had even offered the thought. The thought that, maybe in this heart; swallowed by black, he loved you.

It was his turn to feel desperate as he dropped down. The blood flowing from your stomach in spurts.

So you can drag me through hell If it meant I could hold your hand

He held your hand in his while also trying to keep the bleeding down. “I’ll get help! Just hang on, we just need Yosano!” it was the first time your heart slowed like this; The first time you could read him like a book.

I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell And you can throw me to the flames

Your hand was growing cold, your breathing staggered. You looked to be in so much pain. “No, I won't be that long. You should leave, you don’t love me so…” your voice trailed off as your head tilted to look at his cheeks. Tears… there were tears.

He shook his head pressing your hand to his forehead. “I will follow you.”

Your eyes widened as a light chuckle left your lips, “I will follow you.” you hummed, as the crimson left your lips. He was forced to watch you die in his arms. There was one final look on your face. A giant smile, a real smile on your lips. “I love you Osa…” then, you were gone.

Another, another friend in his arms, dead. No, you are more than a friend. “I… I love you.” he’d never said those words, and it didn’t matter now. There was no going back. He held you to him, cold and motionless.

Somebody from the mafia had done this. Somebody would probably be Mori… he’d dropped this low before, it wouldn’t shock him if he were trying to drive Dazai to murder again; To get him kicked from the light.

For you, for the wish left by Oda, he wouldn’t let himself fall that low. He’d be strong.

#bsd #bsd x reader #bsd song-fic #really shiity attempt at a song fic #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #dazai x reader angst #dazai angst #reader x dazai angst #dazai x you #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader song-fic #first attempt at a song-fic #this kinda sucks

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jaskiersvalley · 5 years ago

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Hello! I am thus rudely intruding upon you with the thought that since birthdays and celebrating them with gift-giving is canon in the Witcher universe, it's not unreasonable to think that Jaskier would be inclined to note them and do something special for them, perhaps celebrate extravagantly -- while Geralt probably doesn't even know when his own birthday is. Just an angsty thought I had, hope you don't mind sharing my pain :D

Please do keep intruding upon my day with such wonderful ideas, Nonnie. This may have turned out a little less angsty than intended. Sorry about that!

After a while, Jaskier lost track of how many years he’d travelled with Geralt. They met up, had adventures and parted ways as it suited them. Sometimes it was days or weeks, other times it was months, maybe even years before their paths crossed. However, it was safe to say that Jaskier had spent all seasons bar winter with Geralt.

It was probably their fifteenth year together when Jaskier greeted Geralt with a cheery “have a good winter and birthday?” because logically, if Geralt hadn’t mentioned birthdays the rest of the year, it stood to reason he was a winter baby.

“Winter was cold.” Geralt replied and it was impossible to miss the fact he had side stepped the topic of birthday.

“What, did the other witchers not bake you a cake?” Jaskier was joking but looking at Geralt’s face he had a sinking feeling he was right.

“It wasn’t my birthday.” Which made no sense. If Geralt hadn’t mentioned his birthday in all their time together but he said it wasn’t his birthday over winter then when- “I don’t know when it is.”

It took all of Jaskier not to screech “what?!” at the revelation. He’d spent the last who knew how long swanning around and needling Geralt into treating him whenever it was his birthday, spending coin to lavish himself because it was a special day. He’d bemoaned the fact if nobody was going to spoil him on his special day then he was going to have to do it for himself.

Now, Jaskier felt guilt and the burning need to rectify that.

“Well, do you remember getting gifts? Or being celebrated?”

A scoff was his first answer but he kept watching Geralt until he was graced with a verbal reply. “You really thing witchers are celebrated? Or showered in gifts at any point?”

And that was how Jaskier’s heart broke. Because birthdays and their special meaning had been so ingrained into his childhood, he had assumed everyone had similar experiences.

“Not even as a child?” he asked softly.

“I don’t remember.” To make it worse, Geralt seemed like he didn’t care. As if this was perfectly normal to not have a birthday or people to celebrate with.

Almost hesitant to ask, Jaskier knew his next words were going to break him no matter the answer. “What about the other witchers, do they know theirs?”

“I don’t think so. Maybe Lambert, he likes to get absolutely smashed for no reason on the third day after summer solstice.”

Jaskier had been right, his heart was crumbling and crying out at the injustice that was called the life of a witcher.

“Right, well-” he clapped his hands, “-next winter, I’m coming home with you.”

If Geralt had thought he’d forgotten about the idea by winter, he was very much mistaken. Jaskier spent the whole year preparing. Trinkets, small gifts, things he’d seen Geralt’s eyes linger on or items that he thought would make a witcher smile, they all ended up hidden in his pack. By the time winter rolled round and they arrived at Kaer Morhen, Jaskier had two extra packs, he’d also stashed some of his spare clothes and items in the safe keeping of a friend so he could make sure he had everything.

Setting his plan into action wasn’t all too difficult. He commandeered the kitchen, raided the pantry, even got up early one morning and barred all the witchers from coming in. In fact, he banned them from the dining hall too. It made his job so much easier. While the cakes were baking, he could decorate. Jaskier put the slightly crushed silk flowers on the table along with candles, and an envelope with a card in it on top of a small pile of carefully wrapped gifts. He’d tried to put as much thought as he could into the gifts for each witcher, giving them each an identity and a sense of uniqueness rather than a generic pile of “this is what I thought a witcher might like”. So while Eskel’s gifts included a comb for his hair and oils to keep his saddle in peak condition, Lambert’s had a new pair of sturdy leather gloves and a premium shaving kit. Jaskier had even remembered to include Vesemir, found older tomes on the history of spells to go along with a soft throw that was both warm but could be folded up into a surprisingly small parcel for ease of travel.

FInally, there were four cakes ready, a candle in each of them, all decorated with a name. There was even a hand crafted party hat made from parchments Jaskier tore from one of his notebooks, the ties made of the finest ribbon he could find.

“Oh wolf pack!” He trilled from the door. “Come satiate your curiosity!”

Like the least subtle pack of starved wolves, the four of them rounded the corner, trying to look like they hadn’t been trying to take a peek. They poured into the dining hall and froze, looking at the banner hung haphazardly declaring “Happy Birthday!”. Casting furtive glances at each other, they zeroed in on the table and Jaskier waited with baited breath.

“Go on. Find your name.”

There was hesitation from the witchers and suspicion. They approached their own little piles, not trusting whatever was going on. Even Geralt, who had known Jaskier for so long, looked hesitant.

“Happy birthday, my wolves. Blow your candles out and make a wish.”

It was Eskel who did it first, the most trusting of the lot and he sat down, curiosity getting the better of him. Given that his name was on the envelope before him, he picked it up and pulled the card out. Nobody expected him to read the card, face going through a subtle shift before he was pushing away from the bench and striding over to Jaskier, pulling him into a bear hug. That was what helped the others lurch into action. They each pulled their cards and read the message and birthday wishes Jaskier had left them.

Upon reading his, Lambert got up and stalked into the kitchen. There was the sound of a thump and he emerged three minutes later with watery eyes. He took one look at the table, at Jaskier and turned again, unable to cope with it all. It took him a further ten minutes before he slunk back in and settled by his gifts.

In that time, Jaskier watched Vesemir with thinly veiled interest. The oldest witcher seemed utterly unperturbed. He nodded once at Jaskier after reading his card. It seemed he was utterly unaffected by the whole thing, taking it in stride. However, the modest pile of gifts seemed to disappear piece by piece. Never when anyone was watching, like a starved wolf he snatched the closest one and opened it under the table, out of sight of everyone else. Each small treasure was then whisked away, hidden in his robes and out of sight as though it had never been there.

Quietly, Geralt had tugged Jaskier down next to him. He hadn’t touched any of his gifts though he had swiped his finger through the icing on his cake and tasted it with an appreciative hum. And then went back for more.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“Don’t thank me until you see what I’ve gotten you. You might hate them all.” Jaskier tried to play it off with a joke but his heart was bursting with love as he watched Lambert croon over the new coin pouch he’d just unveiled.

“Thanks for those too. But thank you for this. For making them so happy.” Geralt looked at Jaskier at long last. “I don’t think they’ve ever smiled this much.”

Meeting the steady gaze, Jaskier beamed, “Best get used to it. You’re all my winter birthday boys now.”

He was already making plans for the following year, plotting ways to make it even better for his wolves.

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #eskel #lambert #vesemir #witcher wolf pack #tldr: jaskier gives his wolves the birthdays they deserve

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not a grinch : s.r

when spencer finds out you don’t like christmas he’s determined to make you fall in love with the holiday, no matter what it takes. (2.3k)

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(please do not steal my ideas/work or repost elsewhere without permission. thank you!)

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Walking through the glass doors of the BAU your eyes were greeted by something unexpected for a Thursday morning; Doctor Spencer Reid wearing a Santa hat and gold tinsel around his neck like a scarf.

Spencer was leaning across his desk beside yours as he explained something to JJ and Emily, both looking slightly regretful to have gotten themselves into the conversation in the first place. Yet Spencer’s smile was bright, his hands moving around as his eyes glistened, but it could easily be the tinsel bouncing from the lights.

“-and even though the celebration dates back to 336 in Rome, it didn’t become a major Christian festival until the 9th century!” Spencer beams to the two agents whilst you place your bag and coffee on your desk.

Emily internally sighs as she turns to face you. “All I did was ask if he had purchased a Christmas tree yet.” She holds her hands up in disbelief as you shake your head.

“Speaking of which, have you?” JJ directs her question to you as you pause, lifting the mug of warm coffee to your lips.

To their surprise, you shake your head. “I don’t really celebrate Christmas.” You admit, sipping your drink thinking nothing of it until Spencer’s eyes widen in shock.

Spencer thought he knew you pretty well in the two years he’s known you. He considers you to be a close friend, part of the BAU family. Yet, this is the first time he’s ever heard such a thing. Last year you joined in with festivities, but as Spencer sits down on his chair beside yours he casts his mind back to the previous year.

“God, don’t let Penelope hear you say that.” Emily jokes and you naturally glance around, checking whether the enthused blonde was in sight.

“You got everyone a gift last year,” Spencer speaks up, catching you off guard as you open the file on your desk, JJ raising an eyebrow to you. “every gift was in brown paper with a red ribboned bow. You came to Rossi’s when we sang songs, but,” Remembering the details crisply, Spencer can picture you backing away to the bathroom when everyone started to sing carols. How you returned once it was over and had a glass of mulled wine before heading home.

“I don’t mind some elements of Christmas, don’t get me wrong.” You say softly with a smile. “But in general it’s not something I celebrate or spend time on.”

Watching you shrug your shoulders, you carry on with work whilst Spencer remains in a state of shock over this fact. What could possibly make you not celebrate Christmas?

“Who converted you?” Spencer questions, deeply curious at this point.

Forcing back a sigh, you glance over to the Doctor as his hand rests under his chin. “No one, Spencer.” You laugh lightly. “You know I’m an atheist.”

“Yes, but Christmas is a Christian holiday, and did you know-”

“Come on, Spence,” JJ interrupts, and you silently thank her for doing so. “if Y/n isn’t a fan of Christmas so be it, just give her a chance to actually work through her case files.” JJ smiles to you whilst Spencer nods, spinning on his chair to face his desk once more, but the question never truly leaves his mind.

A week has passed since you were questioned about your disdain for Christmas, but that doesn’t mean it’s left Spencer’s thoughts.

Sitting in the Batcave beside Penelope, Spencer explains exactly what you had said to him.

“And here I thought Y/n was a normal person.” Penelope scoffs playfully, carrying on with her work whilst Spencer sighs. “What do you want me to do? Hack into her phone and have it play Christmas songs in the morning when her alarm goes off?” Penelope suggests, and before Spencer can interrupt, she jumps excitedly in her seat. “Oh! How about I send carol singers to her door, or Morgan with mistletoe, god knows I want that at my doorstep.” Penelope clears her throat as Spencer shakes his head, trying to remove the image from his thoughts.

“I was thinking of getting her a tree?” Spencer suggests, and Penelope nods.

“Yeah, that’s a much better more realistic idea.” Penelope mutters, quickly searching online and finds several suitable options.

Scanning over the choices, Spencer hums to himself. “That one,” A small smile forms on his lips as Penelope proceeds to order the tree.

“Done and done!” She happily states, spinning on her chair to face Spencer. “I’m sure she’ll love it, I mean how could she not when it’s from you?” Penelope teases, noting the blush forming on Spencer’s cheeks as he thanks his friend before leaving the Batcave.

Returning to his desk, Spencer overhears you and JJ talking quietly at her desk. “I promise I’m not a grinch, J.” You laugh lightly, something Spencer wishes he could hear more of if he had the chance. “It’s just not my favourite holiday, but I love it for the kids. Speaking of which, what can I get Henry this year?”

“Oh, you don’t have to get him anything, Y/n.” JJ reassures you, but you shake your head, insisting. “Let me check with Will, he’s got his list for Santa ready and waiting.” JJ chuckles, patting your arm as you make your way back to your desk.

“Did you know that J.R.R Tolkein used to leave his children detailed illustrations and letters from Santa Claus? Originally, children didn’t send letters to Santa, instead, Santa sent letters to children all around the world. Though Santa Claus isn’t a real person, the letters parents forged were enough to keep the excitement going.” Spencer states as you sit back down at your desk.

“Wait, Santa isn’t real?” You gasp, a playful smile crossing your lips as Spencer pauses, still finding himself awestruck sometimes by your quick wit. “But that is fascinating, Reid. I might have to think about doing that myself someday, scare kids witless into being well behaved.”

Swaying in your chair, Spencer can’t help but picture it. You, with children at Christmas. Part of him wishes he could be in that picture, but all he envisions is himself being a distant Uncle, one of the many your children could have in the BAU.

“Would you, would you like to join me Christmas shopping after work?” You ask, and Spencer stops writing mid-sentence as he looks over to you as you bite your lower lip. “If you don’t I get it! A lot of people all shopping, it’s a breeding ground for germs.” You ramble, looking away from Spencer. “But Henry is your Godson, and I was hoping you might know what I could get him?” Your voice becomes quieter as you finish your question, and you cross one leg over the other and shuffle forward.

“No, I’d love to,” Spencer speaks up, trying not to stumble over his words as you nod happily. “I, I’ve got an idea or two of what you could get.” Spencer adds and your smile only widens like Spencer’s heart.

“Perfect, thanks, Spence.” Your smile is contagious as you hold your hand out, motioning for Spencer’s mug as you head towards the kitchen.

Once out of sight, JJ peers over. “That sounds hopeful.” She chimes in, snapping Spencer from his daydream.

“What?” Spencer asks, but JJ glances over towards the kitchen before returning her focus to Spencer. “It’s nothing JJ, Y/n just needs some help Christmas shopping.” Spencer tries to shrug it off, knowing he’s just helping out as a friend, doing you a favour.

“Sure, Spence.” JJ sings lightly before returning to work, just as you reappear with a mug of coffee for Spencer as you hum a tune before returning to work mode.

Walking out from the toy store, you wrap your coat back around your body tightly whilst Spencer holds the bag of gifts. “Spencer, I can carry it,” You giggle, but Spencer continues to insist.

“Nope, you drove here so I’m carrying the bags.” He states, smiling proudly as you carry on down the street passing various shop windows brightly lit as Christmas music blares from each entrance.

“Crazy to think how many songs there are about Christmas, huh?” You interrupt the silence looming over you both as you near the market stalls filled with everything ranging from trinkets to edible tools.

“Well, despite Christmas dating back to the 9th Century, Christmas songs have only been around for the past two hundred years with over a million songs within the genre. Did you know that two thousand one hundred and ninety-six are Bing Crosby classics?” Spencer glances down as you shake your head as you both walk through the market stalls.

“Fancy some mistletoe loves? For the happy couple?” A man holds out a stalk of mistletoe in your direction.

Neither of you speaks up as you keep your head down, trying to ignore the man’s words as you near the parking lot in silence.

The drive to your apartment was uncomfortable. Everything had been going well by Spencer’s account until the Christmas market, he should’ve said something to the vendor, or taken the mistletoe just to be polite.

“Well, thanks again, Spencer.” You rock back and forth on your heels as you walk up to your apartment, Spencer insisted on walking you up as he lived down the street.

“Pleasures all mine, here, I’ll bring these in.” Spencer motions to the three bags of gifts in his arms as you unlock the front door and stop in your tracks.

Sitting on your coffee table is a small Christmas tree, adorned with fairy lights in a woven pot with a red ribbon around it tied in a bow.

Spencer hovers in your doorway, unable to gauge a reaction whilst he remains behind you.

“What is that doing here?” You ask bluntly, your shoulders dropping as you exhale deeply.

Walking into your apartment, you turn around to look at Spencer. Your hands rest on your hips whilst Spencer places the bags down, rubbing his hands over his jacket.

“I, Penelope and I thought it would be a nice touch.” Spencer meekly responds.

“Well, you both thought wrong, okay?” You snap back. “I told you, Spencer, I don’t like Christmas! Why is it such a big deal?!” You raise your voice as you pace around your apartment, throwing your coat aside as you run your fingers through your hair.

Stepping forward, Spencer closes your front door. “I just don’t understand, Y/n.” Spencer states. “I just thought you might’ve been brought up without the concept of Christmas, but I know that isn’t the case, so what tainted the holiday?”

Raising your head up, Spencer can see tears glossing in your eyes. “You really wanna know Reid?” You quietly ask. “My parents always argued at Christmas. We never had a Christmas dinner as they just yelled throughout the house as the turkey burnt in the oven. Presents weren’t ever wrapped as they blamed one another for not doing them. Sometimes they didn’t even get us presents.” You explain as you slump down on your sofa.

“Y/n, I had no idea,” Spencer trails off.

“I didn’t mind, but when they separated Christmas just never happened, we didn’t celebrate it.” You sniff. “So I grew up without it, and even now my parents don’t send cards or even get in touch on Christmas Day. We all just act as if it isn’t happening.”

You forcefully wipe away the tears that roll down your cheeks, unaware of Spencer moving and sitting down beside you.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” Spencer whispers as he keeps a gap between you both, not wanting to invade your space. “and I’m sorry for trying to push Christmas onto you if I knew I’d never have done this or told you all those stupid facts.”

“I like the stupid facts, Spence.” A watery laugh leaves your lips as you glance up to Spencer, shuffling closer toward him as you scan his eyes for any uncertainty. “And I like the tree it’s just,” Exhaling quietly, you close your eyes. “no one has ever done anything nice like this for me, especially at Christmas.”

Lifting his arm up, Spencer pulls you into his embrace as you rest your head on his chest. “If you’ll let me, I’d love to show you Christmas can be a wonderful time of year.” He mutters.

“You’d do that?” You ask quietly, tilting your head to look up at his bright smile, watching as he nods.

“Consider me Santa’s little helper, bringing Christmas cheer.” Spencer jokes as you laugh, your tears now drying up as you sit upright.

“I’ve got something for you.” You state, reaching into your pocket as Spencer raises a brow quizzingly. He didn’t see you buy anything from the shops small enough to fit into your pocket.

Revealing a stalk of mistletoe, Spencer’s lips part in surprise. “You thief.” Spencer smirks as you shrug your shoulder.

“I’m no thief, Penelope snuck it into my bag before we left.” You explain as you hold it up above you both. “Got any facts about mistletoe, Doctor?”

“Too many, but there’s something I’d rather do.” Spencer mutters, lifting his hand up to rest on your cheek. “Is this okay?” He whispers as you move closer toward him, his breath fanning your lips.

“More than okay.” You respond, dropping the mistletoe as you wrap your arms around his neck as he kisses you sweetly. “Can we watch a movie?” You mutter into his lips as you pull away.

“Of course,” Spencer smiles, kissing your cheek as you curl up into his arms. “what about How The Grinch Stole Christmas?”

Looking down, Spencer can see you rolling your eyes. “Fine, just to prove that I’m the Grinch no more.” You return to resting your head on Spencer’s chest, admiring the small tree as the movie begins to play.

Part of you hopes that this might be the start of new traditions and learning to love Christmas with Spencer by your side. “Merry Christmas, Y/n.” Spencer mutters as he kisses the top of your forehead as your eyes begin to droop, just as the credits begin to play.

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with-love-anu · 4 years ago

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Never leave me again

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Summary: You leave everything behind after the war. What happens when you come back

Warnings: breaking down, anxiety, character death

Word Count: 1,615

You pulled the coat tighter around your body, shivering from the cold. Walking through the diagon alley, you felt a wave of nostalgia hit you. You looked around the shops, remembering shopping and having fun at various places and it all felt so far far away. You saw the enormous colourful sign board of the Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and you took in a deep breath. It had been so long since you’d seen George.

You held George in your arms as he shook violently. You were crying too, tears streamed down your face constantly but you didn’t have time for yourself. George needed you. He didn’t stop for hours. No matter what someone did or said there was nothing anyone could do to reach out to him. You just held him, because just like him you felt numb too. Everything was blurry. Way too loud as something seemed to ring in your ears. George looked at you.

“Why?” he croaked. You looked at him in confusion. Your head was pounding and you weren’t sure what was going around you.

“Why did you save me? Why did you push me out of the rumble? I was hoping you’d save us both” he said as your mouth quivered.

“George, I didn’t. I didn’t choose anyone. I-“

“You could have let me die, it would have been better than this.”

“Don’t say that, I d-“

“NO,” George took your hands in his. “Why would you do this to me? You could have let both-“

“George, stop! I’m sorry I just-“you were shouting.

“NO NO NO (Y/n)!” George screamed. “You, could have saved him, he would have been alive. He would have been here celebrating with us. He-”

You were frozen to the ground; you didn’t even hear what he rambled on. Your vision was smeared with tears and yet he failed to notice it.

“… Leave, just leave. I don’t ever want to see you again.” You heard somewhere in between and your heart beat stopped. He wanted to leave too? It was too much too handle. You turned slowly, and apparated to your apartment. You fell on the ground and cried for what felt like days. You didn’t quite well remember what happened after. You just remembered packing your bags and swishing to the forest you went camping to as a kid.

***

A man bumped into you breaking your reverie. You blinked. You contemplated whether you should go inside. Shaking your head, you stalked towards the red yellow shop. The doorbell ringed as you opened the door and you saw Ron. His eyes widened a bit and he gave you a wide smile.

“(Y/n)! How are you?” he said joyfully and you found yourself smiling.

“Never better.”

“Oi George! (Y/n)’s here.” Ron called out and you felt your heart beating faster. George came down stairs mumbling.

“What Ron? I’ve t-“he froze and he saw you. You looked more beautiful than ever.

You gave him a small smile and waved a little. He looked older, better. He blinked as if coming back to his senses. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to say something but Ron interrupted in.

“Why don’t you two go to the back area, you’ll be able to talk.” Ron said smiling and gesturing towards the customers.

George led you to a small room and offered a small seat.

“How have you been?” you asked breaking the tense silence.

“Good. Ron decided to help with the shop saying he wanted simpler things. Who would have thought? Ron actually comes up with amazing prank ideas.” He said leaning back as you let out a small laugh.

“What about you? Where have you been? It was as if you disappeared from the face of the earth.” George asked in a light tone but you could feel the hurt there. You did disappear without any trace.

“I’ve been travelling. After,” you cleared your throat. “After the war, it all felt too much. It hurt too much. So I ran away.”

You didn’t know what else to say. There were more than a thousand things you wanted to say right then, but couldn’t. You couldn’t get it out. You had missed him, so so much. His freckles, smiles, jokes.

“I read your book.” George sighed and your face quipped up.

“You did?”

“Yeah.” George breathed. “the character Emma, you were Emma, right?”

Your eyes widened slightly. Of course he knew that, he was your best friend.

“Yes.” You said as he nodded at you. “I never thought you’d read it.”

“It was your book, I had to.”

It felt noisy, the silence that eloped you. You had the urge to say something, George did too.

“How’s everyone?” you asked. “How’s Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley?”

“Ginny got into the Holyhead Harpies,” George said as your eyes went wide and you smiled.

“Holy shit! That is so so nice!”

“It is.”

“Mum and dad are happy than ever, Charlie is still working with dragons. Percy’s got a nice job as a manager and Bill and Fleur had a baby.” He continued as you tried to suck in everything that you lost.

“That’s amazing. I missed so much.” You said and sucked in a breath, “I missed you.”

George looked at you softly.

“I did too.”

Taking in a deep breath you got up.

“I should go…” you said turning towards the door. A selfish part of you wanted to stay there desperately. After all those years…

“(Y/n)!!!” George called out and you turned quickly. Too qickly.

“Would you” George swallowed, “like to go out, you know, and catch up sometime?”

You nodded and let a small smile play at your lips.

“Madam Rosemeta’s at 7?”

“I’ll be there.”

***

You looked at your appearance yet again, checking for some imaginary wrinkles. You sucked in a breath.

“This is stupid, he’s George!” you chided yourself. It was true, you’d been best friends with him and Fred since childhood. Except for well, one night. You squeezed your eyes shut. What was about him that eased and set you on the edge at the same time?

You took a deep breath, apparating to the pub you went as a teen. You sighed looking around. It hadn’t changed, not one bit. The same quaint Hogsmead. You felt a gush of warm air as you entered the pub. George waved over to you as you made a beeline towards him.

He had already ordered a butterbeer since it was served as soon as you sat down. The two of you talked for hours. George had matured, a lot. He was always the calmer one, of the two of them. While Fred was always quick to retort, George always tried to take in the situation before anything. He still had the aura of mischief around him, his eyes sparkled as he made a joke. He pointed out to the teens sneaking out recalling all the stories of your years at Hogwarts.

“(Y/n)! George!” Madam Rosemeta’s chirpy voice came. You looked up to her. She was a little rounder and had more white hair. You smiled at her.

“Hello!”

“Don’t you two look just lovely today! I haven’t seen you in years, are you finally together?” your eyes widened and George let out a laugh.

“Oh no no, it’s nothing like that.” He said a tad bit bitterly as she smiled leaving.

You both were quiet for a while.

“Do you remember? Do you remember how many kids used to come to ask us whether we dated?” you asked and biting your lip, giggling. George snorted.

“Are you dating (Y/n)?” he said in a squeaky voice and you laughed.

“WishIwere.” George mumbled and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. Wanna go through the woodlands?” he asked and you nodded getting up.

***

You both walked through the woods as you’d a thousand times before. But this time felt different. It wasn’t because Fred wasn’t there. There had been countless times it had been just you and George. Walking through the forest, sitting in front of the fire in the common room, chilling by the lake, him disturbing you in the library, dancing at the Yule ball after ditching your dates, sneaking off to George’s bedroom during Bill’s wedding…

This time was different. It was as if something weighted on your shoulders. You kicked small peddles on your way. George cleared his throat.

“I went to your apartment after…” he whispered.

You looked at him. You knew what he was talking about.

“And it was empty, you’d gone. You never said goodbye.” He sniffed. Your eyes watered too.

“George I-“ you said but he interrupted you.

“Wasn’t it me though? I was the one who acted like a complete prat. I should have supported you-“

You cut him off by hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. You relaxed immediately drinking in the similar scent of pine wood and incomparable warmth. You missed him.

As you pulled back there were tears in both your eyes. You both giggled a little at that. George looked at you and removed a twig from your hair. You didn’t know how it happened, who leaned in but it happened and you kissed. And you couldn’t even blame the moment. His hand slid along your waist and the other one cupped your cheek. You let your hands wander in his locks pulling at the a little. It was like fireworks throughout your body. As you pulled back, George held you by your waist. He placed his forehead over yours.

“Never leave me again.” He whispered.

“I don’t plan too.”

A/N: Written for Ria’s ( @im-a-writer-right ) 2K writing challenge! Tell me what you think of my first George Weasley Fic!

#george #george weasley #george x reader #george weasley x reader #fred #fred weasley #the weasley twins #weasley twins #george fanfiction #fred fanfiction #Riaswritingchallenge #Anu writes #hp #harry potter #golden era

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thatkidwhodreams · 5 years ago

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Blind Date

Warnings: Some swearing, remember texts are in bold and italics

Masterlist

Summary: Your best friend has set you up on a date with a mystery man how will you take it?

Word Count: 2136

“WHAT?!!”

You had just heard the news from your dear friend Lorelai that she had set you up to go on a blind date with one of her other friends. To say you were pissed would have been an understatement.

“I would like to apologise, but you did always talk about how lonely you were and how you didn’t want to die alone. The funny thing is this guy I’ve set you up with is exactly the same and I wanted to put you both out of your misery.” She smiled sweetly.

You wanted to slap that smile right off her face. She knew that you hated the concept of blind dates. You didn’t like how it was a complete stranger and imagine a first date gone bad with an ugly man. Who in the world would want that? Not to mention the embarrassment you’d both feel if things didn’t work out. What if it was a fine man who looked like Massimo from that Netflix movie and you looked like a mere unattractive woman.

There were a lot of thoughts which went through your head as you thought whether the idea of a blind date would be good. You didn’t see what you had to lose but there were a lot of things that could go wrong. Especially with you watching blind date videos on YouTube and seeing how they always ended up having the deadest conversations with one another. You definitely did not want that. You’d rather talk to yourself than with someone who couldn’t keep a conversation going (which you had done multiple times) it was just exhausting having to think of something to get the other person to think of something to say that wasn’t “yeah”, “me too”, “okay”, “cool” or “same” the list could have gone on.

“I’ll think about it. What’s this guy’s name anyway?” You asked.

She looked at her nails and said “his name is Shawn, don’t worry he’s fine as hell. Your typical Prince Charming tall, dark and handsome.”

“Hey, I thought I was the one going on this date with him. The way you make him out to be does not sound too bad at all.” You said as you nodded your head. Her mini description of him checked all the boxes for a perfect man in your head. But the real question was whether he had dead convo or not.

“So say I did go, when is this thing scheduled?”

“Tomorrow.” Lorelai replied. “You honestly don’t have much time to think. Besides you wouldn’t want to let Prince Charming down. I’ve already sent him a picture of you because he was curious and he liked what he was seeing. You are a sight for sore eyes sis.”

“So you can show him a pic of me without my permission but I don’t know what on earth he looks like? At least you know him and he’s not a complete stranger.” You said, sighing.

“Oh, silly me. I mean I was waiting till you actually met him so you can faint but I guess you can see a picture now.” She pulled out her phone and searched for the so-called Prince in her camera roll.

She turned the phone to you and you are indeed impressed. It looked like a picture taken not so long ago, Shawn appeared to have the most beautiful chocolate curls which hung from his head into his face. He did need a bit of a haircut but if this date became something more you would tell him. His 6’2 frame wasn’t that tall compared to your 5’10 one but you knew you would have giant kids one day.

You instantly shook your head and started questioning why you were thinking about a future with him all of a sudden. This was just going to be a tester that would most likely not work out. You laughed at how you thought of yourself ever being with someone was an experiment like you and the one who would date you were lab rats for your own scientific experiments.

You stood up and you heard your phone chime. You looked at the message and it appeared to be from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey x

The message read. You were really confused as to why anyone would say hey to you with an x. You were a grown woman for crying out loud, not some teen trying to score a date. You quickly replied.

You: I’m sorry, can I ask who this is? You may have the wrong number. This is not your teenage girlfriend.

After sending the message you groaned. Lorelai looked up and asked what was wrong you told her that a random number was texting you and as soon as you said that she had a look of realisation on her face.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I forgot to tell-“

“I swear Lorelai if you forget to tell me anything else I will kick you out of my house and I will stand that friend of yours up. Would you like that, huh?”

Lorelai straightened up and to say she looked terrified was an understatement.

“Start talking NOW!” You shouted. The audacity of the bitch honestly, she set you up on some date and doesn’t reveal the whole package that comes with it.

“I may have also given Shawn your number so he can contact you. You know, get to know each other a little so you know that one of you isn’t a psychopath.”

You shook your head and looked down at your phone as you received another message from the unknown number.

Unknown: I’m sorry, is this not Y/N? My apologies if it isn’t but I’ll have you know that I’m not a teenager! I‘m a grown ass man who thought this was my date. Also this is Shawn”

You managed to laugh at that response. Lorelai stared at you with a smile and said “so you’re getting it on now eh?”

“We are not getting anything on! Now go away”

“Lorelai held her hands up and said “sorry, sorry”

You quickly saved the number to your contacts as Shawn and responded to his message.

You: I’m sorry I thought you were someone else. Yes this is Y/N. Lorelai told me so much about you.

You tried to appear as friendly as possible seeing as you hadn’t gotten off to a good start.

Shawn: Same here. I must say you’re a sight for sore eyes. I cannot wait to meet you tomorrow.

You were flattered by his comments even though Lorelai had just told you exactly the same thing. Were you really a sight for sore eyes? You thought, maybe you really did have a chance of this becoming something more. You quickly typed.

You: Me neither I’ll be counting the minutes.

You might have just lied to him a little. You were counting the hours, but the hours left until disaster. You decided to head to bed and Lorelai insisted on staying the night to help you get ready. You were still a little annoyed at her so you told her to sleep on the sofa even though you had space on the bed.

The next morning, you were dreading getting up because that meant hours of panic and a day with Lorelai was enough, you didn’t need another.

You grabbed your phone and saw that Shawn had texted you.

Shawn: Good morning beautiful❤️

That was sweet. No one had ever done that for you before, yes you had been lonely your whole life. You replied.

You: Good morning.

You didn’t exactly know what else to do than to say it back. You were also testing to see if he cared enough to carry on a conversation and not just leave it at that.

Shawn: 660 minutes and 30 seconds

You were a little confused so you checked the time and it was nearly 8:00. You googled how much time from 8:00 to 19:00 and indeed it was 660 minutes.

You: Wow you’ve been counting haven’t you.

Shawn: I would love to say I have but just like you probably just did, I googled it.

You laughed. This man was exactly like you were. You sent him a short message of see you later and :D which was a little weird but you had to get ready.

Shawn had brightened your mood a little when the devil herself Lorelai walked in and bothered your spirits.

“Good Morninnnggggg, I hope you slept well bitch because you’ve got a big day ahead of you. Plus I don’t wanna see no eye bags.” She said and you rolled your eyes.

“Leave me and my eye bags alone okay. It’s part of the luggage.” You laughed at your little joke. “Get it bags, luggage?” Lorelai only shook her head.

“Get in the shower now bitch you stink.” She said as she shoved you inside the shower. You didn’t take long in the shower usually but just to annoy her this time you took half an hour. Lorelai started banging on the door and you knew you had gotten to her.

Somehow the devil managed to pick the lock and invade your shower. She opened the curtains and you screamed and turned the shower head to her. She shrieked and held her hand out as if it would do anything. You quickly turned the shower off and grabbed your towel to cover up quickly.

“What the fuck Y/N?!”

“What the fuck me?! What the fuck you?! Why did you do that?”

“You were taking too long! Jeez I didn’t know it was a crime to pick locks nowadays.” Lorelai said as she rolled her eyes.

“Actually yes it is a freaking crime! Are you stupid? How many people have you done that to?” You asked

“No one, just you. And my boyfriend, and that guy that came to use my bathroom after we fucked. Oh and my brother because he deserved it.” She laughed.

You gasped and shook your head. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. The devil has been nominated for the peeping Tom award. You came out of the bathroom and told her to get out so you could change.

You walked around in comfortable clothes for the next few hours. Every hour Shawn would send you a message and it would be him counting the minutes left till you met. Your heart fluttered every time you received a text from him.

It was nearing 6pm when you decided to get ready. You got out your favourite black dress and red heels. You could never go wrong with black. Lorelai helped you with your makeup, you weren’t sure how you managed to trust her with your face but it happened.

You received another message from Shawn but this time it wasn’t how many minutes you had till your date it was.

Shawn: Hey muffin I’m coming to pick you up in 10 minutes.

You: Muffin? And how do you know where I live?

Shawn: Lorelai gave me your address. Don’t worry she only gave it to me for the purpose of the date not so I can stalk you. Although I did look at your house through google maps and damn Y/N when can we move in together?

You burst out laughing when Shawn sent you this message. You didn’t know he could be so funny. You couldn’t wait for this date to happen. You looked at yourself in the mirror and thought you looked good. All that was left was for you to wait for Shawn.

For the next 10 minutes you and Lorelai were busy making microwaved brownies and boy did that shit burn badly. You both managed to laugh away your sadness as you were both looking forward to eating some when you heard a knock on the door.

You opened the door to find a figure towering over you. You looked up to find Shawn with a handful of roses and he handed them over to you. You said a quick ‘thank you’ as you examined him. His hair was nicely styled but still long as ever. His red suit coordinated with your black dress and you could not forget the bright smile which stood on his face. He was absolutely breathtaking and you were stunned when you saw him do a quick bow and proceed to speak.

“Well my beautiful muffin, shall we?” You took his hand as he led you to his car. You both got in and you couldn’t fight the smile on your face. Shawn appeared to be in the same boat as you were as he couldn’t stop looking at you. You blushed a little until he started the car and you drove off to your destination.

Part 2?

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^^This is where I clocked that I don’t have friends😂.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this hence why I love this with all my heart. Yes I am 5′10. I actually laughed a few times whilst writing this. Do you think it’s creepy that Shawn was counting the minutes? I find it really sweet that people actually like my writing, so thank you. Tell me what you think, feedback is always appreciated I don’t bite I promise❤️.

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theblackbirdsgemimagines · 4 years ago

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Ramble away, cause I feel the twisted head rot, I kinda wanna see what you think about our bois. ~ a pocket sized dragon hops in excitement.

A POCKET SIZED DWAGOOOOOONNNN 😭💞💞💞 That’s so BLESSED, and tysm omg, I’m very glad to just spill out my barking on every boy, bc yEAH THE BRAIN ROT SKDHAKDB

THE BRAIN ROT IS SO REAL LOL

Everything I breathe ends up relating to TWST in some way, like at this point just let me take my friends, cousins, and pets, and of course Lulu and Seb, and I will have 1. A Gottdamned Harem, 2. So Many Children, and 3. NEVER WANT TO LEAVE. Kwfhskdhjwek

Ok this is gonna be long bc I gotta cover all my boys, so rip lol.

Dorm Leads:

Riddle

GOD, my Fucking Baby, my CHILD, my SWEET BABY BOY, I’M 👁💧👄💧👁

I would die for him, beetch, he is PRECIOUS ♥️

He reminds me of how I feel Ciel would behave if S/O took the place as Sebastian’s contracee, too, so like 🥺 Lots of feels 😭

Is Son, I have adopted him now. If you mistreat him, don’t ever speak to me or my son ever again. I’ll FIGHT his MOM, don’t TEST me. I’m his new mom now. His BIRD mom. So proud of him, he’s like...one of the few that’s actually shown growth in canon after his overblot kshdkadjs

Leona

👁💧👄💧👁

.....I am a Mere Simp....

Ya’ll.... I swearh to ghOD I simped hard for Scar back when I was a wee thing, I did NOT expect to simp for him AGAIN LATER IN LIFE, what the FUCK aidhskdhskdj

Like shit bitch, damn, you may not be king of Afterglow honey, but you can be king of my heart if you wAnt to bb....

Leona: *smiles once, even if it’s smugly*

Me: *WEEPING* Look at hiiiiiiim!! My sunshine booooooy! 😭

Does this make me a furry

Probably

I am too Simp to Care Anymore

I HESITATED TO GET ATTACHED BC THIS BOY LOOKS LIKE A FUCKIN WOMANIZER IF I EVER SAW ONE, BUT HE DRINKS HIS RESPECT WOMEN JUICE EVERY SINGLE MORNING AND I WAS A GONNER SNDJAJDHSJ

FUCK

Call me a Herbivore again, bully me //SLAPPED

Azul

He secretly a lil shit sometimes, but tha’s ok, it’s mostly in a silly way, especially post overblot~ UvU

The sweetest bby everytime I read fanposts on him, like god, ah 💜💜💜 WHOMST COULD BULLY SUCH A CUTE CHUBBY OCTOBABY I’LL FIGHT ALL OF EM!! A sweetheart 10/10 would be his friend 💗 Not making contracts with him tho, lol

...ok maybe SOME after his overblot, but they’re able to be easily reversed now, so it’s way more chill andhsjdj

Kalim

FUCK!!!! F U C K!!!! BABYYYYYYY!!!! BABY!!!! I HAVE ADOPTED HIM IF YOU TOUCH HIM YOU D I E

He is literally so sweet, anytime anyone was like “you’re so nice it’s annoying” I WAS READY TO COME FLYING IN TO BITCH SLAP THEM LIKE AJDHSKDHSJ (even if I also loved them lol)

Like NO you are WRONG whfksjd

He has also grown so much, and I am proud ♥️🧡

Vil

Jesus Christ, canon Vil is Hurting Meeeeee ajdhskdhsj

My fave fanon Vil is the one that recognizes all different types of beauty, though~ uvu and is v encouraging to anyone that may be struggling with self hatred 💜

Canon: Vil is pretty~.

Me: Wow, wtf???? He IS so pretty... How rude I didn’t think you were serious! Wow him??? Pretty??? Wow??? Wow...

Idia

I’m not sure yet, as I haven’t seen him very often, but of the few times that I have: BIG same, huge mood, and Me FUCKING Too, goddamn akdhakdj

Idia is my Anxiety and Anime Nerd personified tbh lol

What Ortho is to him are what all my comfort characters are to me, honestly.

Like what would you like bby, you want that singing voice?? Ok here comes a synthesizer just special for you~. Ily, mwah~ u3u 💕

Malleus

HEAVY BREATHING

Ok maybe it’s just the lack of story/info out on him yet, but I don’t currently simp as hard for him compared to Leona, I’ll admit jajdkajd

BUT BOY HOWDEY DO I EVER STILL S I M P...

He Is Baby... And I Lob Him....

I am going to smooch those horns and forehead crown of beautiful scales 🖤🖤🖤 I am going to do it!!!! Here I go!!!

HE CAN HAVE ALL THE ICE CREAM AND TAMAGATCHI DATES HE WANTS I’M- 😭

This man is too precious for words, and I have so much childhood nostelgia to ‘enchanted’ woods, and being in the mountains, so he has Old Fae Friend vibes to me~🖤

DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON F-

Ngl I ship him and Leona a lil bit lol

No, not just bc that makes a poly with my two faves easier, but that is a bonus factor jadhajdj

Vice Dorm Heads:

Trey

Oh my god, the Daddy to my Mommy with all these newly adopted lil kids of ours, ya know??? What a wholesome sweetie and funny lil shit jahdksdh~

I love him, I would gladly make tarts with, AND for him 💚💚💚

The kind of boi who I’d ship HARD with anyone he started dating bc My God it would warm my heart So Much 💞💞

Ruggie (unofficial but may as well be at this point lol)

He took a while to grow on me kadhskdhsj

But I think he’d be a sweet, if a trouble-maker of a friend to have~.

Dank you for taking care of my sweet lion bby, honey, I’m sure Farrena is a sweetheart, but boi I hope he gets his shit together to fix up where Ruggie lives 😭

I think if I met his granny, I’d CRY jadhajsh 💗��

Leech Twins (?)

Idk if they’re vice leaders, but who cares lol

THESE are the older Big Brothers in every sense of the word. (My canon ages most everyone up just a bit, save for Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Kalim, Jamil, Cheka, and anyone already 20+)

The ANNOYING older big brothers, lol.

The ones that hug you to death (Floyd), or use you for an arm rest (Jade), and specifically Do the thing you asked/told them NOT to Do.

This is fine with me tho, I’m an only child, please give me the experience of annoying older brothers lol 💙💚

Jamil

I used to hate you bby, I’m so sorry akdhskdhs

I’ve adopted him now, and I’m v proud he’s trying, but making clear what his boundaries are, and trying to come out of a shell he was made to be in for so long 😭

AND HIS DANCING IS SICK LIKE HONESTLY I’M SUCH A PROUD MOM 💗💗💗

Rook

God. FUCKING Rook, lol.

IDK IF I SHOULD TRUST YOU, but I also kinda wanna be your friend akdhakdjs

HE CONCERNS ME but he also seems nice and v sweet sometimes, lmao

Blz don’t stalk me tho 😬

STOP SHOOTING YOUR ARROWS AROUND SCHOOL YOU BLOODY HEATHEN FRENCH PRISS, YOU ARE GOING TO KILL SOMEONE

Also, if he DARES hunt cute animals around me, especially BIRDS, I am going to GRIP him jahdkahdsk

He’s like if Lord Druitt was a Little More Nice and a Little Bit Less Creepy ajdhak

Lilia:

GOD.

I LOVE THIS FUCKING GRANDPA.

I. FUCKING. LOVE. THIS FUCKING. GRANDPA.

I absolutely hc him as nonbinary w/masc pronouns, I absoLUTELY do.

I adore him, I love him, I haven’t gotten a squish (hardcore desire to be someone’s friend, lol) this hard for a character since AngelDust, I-

Pwease be nonbinary friends with me, Lilia 🥺

THE ONLY PERSON HERE SHORTER THAN ME, BUT I’LL TAKE IT AJDHAKDHJS

Anyone know Corpse and how he plays Among Us? That’s how I see Lilia playing his video games with friends and I JUST I JUST I J U S T

The Spencer to your Carly.

He and Crowley are free to compete as Dad with me too like honestly kshdkadjjs

He’ll always be granpa tho uvu 💚💖🖤

Extras:

Ace

God, the Fucking Annoying Middle Brother that pranks you ALL THE DAMN TIME, but I love him andhakdhsk

Deuce

THE BROTHER THAT WILL BEAT UP YOUR BULLIES 💙💙💙 SWEET BABY BOY

The Josh to Ace’s Drake. The Cody to Ace’s Zack. The Freddie to your Carly and Ace’s Sam.

If he and Ace started dating, tho, I would CRY.

But regardless who they end up dating, it’ll be slow burn friends to lovers, and literally the most adorable shit to watch EVER 💞💞💞😭

Cater

Seems Like A Womanizer But Actually Drinks His Reapect Women Juice And We Stan That 🧡

Can always count on him to help tou get the best Magicram shots, bless you Cater 🧡🧡

Also rly wanna be his friend, ngl 😭 Even IF he pranks me a lot kadhakdhsj

Jack:

H E AV Y BR EA T H IN G

Ngl my feelings for him are in the air IDK IF I WANNA SMOOCH OR NOT YET I JUST KNOW I LOB HIM HE GOODEST BESTEST BOY 💛💛💛😭

If all three Savannaclaw bois got in a cuddle pile with me, I would Not Be Mad

How can I give this boy love, tell me and I will Do It

Gift him all the cacti’s he WANTS💛

God he drinks that respecc women juice bright and early on his run every morning, you KNOW he does 💛💛💛

I wawnt to pet his ears an tail an fwuffy wolf form 😭

I WAWNT TO SEE THE BOY SMILE AND BE HAPPY 💞💞💞

Sebek

CHILL CHILL CHILL CHILL CH-

He is a v devoted guard tho, we love to see it UvU

I don’t have more info on him hekdhskdj but his fanmade content seems v v sweet~ 💚

Silver

HE ATTRACTS BIRDS AND I CRY ABOUT IT PLEASE BE MY FRIEND AND TEACH ME HOW 🥺🥺🥺

Him being raised by Lilia and Malleus literally gives me so much Fucking Seratonin....... God 💞💕💗💗💞💞💗💗💕💞

Ortho

IS BABY????? IS BABY!!!!!! I’M LOVE HIM I’M ADOPTING HIM IS BABYYYYYYY 💙💙💙💙💙

Cheka:

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

He is so FUCKING CUTE what the FUCK!

Leonaaaaaaa... 🥺 Your NEPHEWWWWW 😭

I might steal him from Farrena tbh, lIKE MY CHILD NOW~ 🧡🧡

I just sob and hug him every time I see him honestly 😭

Teachers:

Dire Crowley

Ohhhhhh god oh god oh god

Be my dad. Please. Be my dad. PLEASE be my dad. Ya’ll think I’m joking, I’m not. Please adopt me. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

This man as a father gives me so much dopamine and oxytocin and seratonin??? I have been weeping for WEEKS, please adopt me, Sir

Fathers with zero braincells being wrapped around a daughter’s little finger makes me so weak, and I am just here with Daddy Issues like ajdhakdhsj BLEASE ADOPT ME MISTER BIRD MAN

Crewel

Ew.

Forgive me, I haven’t seen much content with him in it/that could be considered wholesome, bUT JADHWKDJSJ

UncoMFORTABLE

Please keep the kink talk out of the classroom, S I R

Call me puppy one more time, see what happens, I’m not scared to fight a teacher akdhakdhsj

Trein

The Dad Figure that tries to be the stern part to Crowley’s blumbering kahdkqrhsjdj

Don’t feel as much attachment to him emotionally, but I like him~

Just let me pet your cat sometimes and give you holiday presents, and we’re cool~ ♥️

Vargas

Found the womanizer //SMACKED

And of course, I can’t forget Grim~!

He’s grown on me, and if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in the room, and then myself 😭

I will pet and snuggle and hold him all he wants and feed him all the tuna his heart desires uvu 💙

#THIS TOOK A LONG TIME FORGIVE ME JADHSKDHSKDH #MY PHONE WAS LAGGING IN TYPING AFTER A WHILE I WAS LIKE KEEP GOIN BESSY ANDHSJJD #twisted wonderland #twst dorm leaders #twst vice dorm leaders #dire crowley #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #asks #answered #THANK YOU FOR GIVIN ME MORE OF AN EXCUSE JSADBJASDN #<3 <3

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