#to prove to yourself you're bad and awful and disgusting

[mickstart]

Want aventurine/Argenti but it has to be the extremely specific flavour from my head. No I can't put that flavour into words and explain it to you yet. Sorry.

[lunariamv]

curbing yandere gojo satoru ♡ yan gojo x fem reader; obsessive + possessive behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, slight misogyny, stalking, attempted kidnapping, violence, death shoutout to the anime death battle matchup threads on reddit so i could write this dumb shitpost gone girl and breaking bad vibes accidentally (lol)

Okay, what the hell. This is not fair.

Life has seemingly cursed you if this is what your fate is. Ever since you were little, your jerk-off parents were controlling psychopaths. They prioritized the clan. It's always been about the needs of the family and never you. Your clan, a bloodline of gifted sorcerers, with incredible powers passed down the family tree. They're incredibly prestigious, and super airheaded. The childhood you had was filled with training, studying, and striving to be the best to prove your worth. Thank the gods you were able to keep your wit and you never became an arrogant husk of your former self as a result of your stressful upbringing.

Since the clan wants to breed nothing but powerful sorcerers, they try to keep the family to be strictly sorcerers of a high class… which was why as soon as you were brought into the world, you were assigned to marry someone from another powerful family. Mind you, that you had never met. A betrothal out of your control, and it was to a nameless, faceless spouse. If that wasn't already terrifying, it wasn't until you were older that you finally met them, and desperately wish you hadn't.

He's too weird for you. Gojo Satoru had given you the ick when he tried to get incredibly mushy with you. The first impression was so awful it left a permanent scar on your potential relationship, and never healed. Honestly, you didn't see how people thought he was hot. In fact, you thought he was kind of stuck up. Sometimes you'd find yourself thinking, maybe if someone inflates his ego enough, his head will explode.

You know who you actually like? Nanami Kento! The two of you met in Jujutsu High, and you've been head over heels for him ever since. He's handsome, intelligent, and stern, your ideal type. Though Gojo tried his hardest to keep you away from him, it was nearly impossible to stop your schoolgirl crush from blooming. So it really sucked when he quit being a sorcerer while you and Gojo continued on to be alumni. Still, you made time to visit him when you could. Even though Kento came off as strict at first, the two of you had pretty good chemistry.

Then one day he disappeared without a trace. Everyone who cared had written him off as the salary man who just needed a break, but you didn't buy it.

So for the past few months, you've been investigating his disappearance on your own. Gojo keeps trying to hinder you, monitoring your actions and intervening under the guise of 'trying to bond with his fiancé,' but you're pretty sure he knows something. Hell, maybe he did it.

Needless to say, you're incredibly skeptical of Gojo. Ever since you first met, he's leaned into the whole fiancé romance trope way too hard, which you despised, since you held feelings for someone else. It's so annoying, how this grown man acts like a lovesick puppy around you. Saying you were disgusted was putting it mildly, and this resulted in you rejecting his advances at every turn. Even now you're trying to push the limits on this whole 'fiancé' thing. Maybe you should just cut ties with your family and break up with him. What exactly is stopping you?

Gojo. Gojo is stopping you.

Unbeknownst to you, Gojo's been madly in love with you for as long as he can remember. Primarily due to the fact that you were strong and capable enough to be his equal. Not only that, but the fact you weren't easily phased by him drove him absolutely crazy. Even when the mask was off and he wore his glasses, you didn't treat him any differently, compared to most women who melted in his presence. He loved messing with you and trying to win your affections, so much so it's become a game to him. The sardonic, witty personality you have contrasts with him well. The two of you are clearly made for each other, so why do you play so hard to get?

Gojo was currently resting at his nice apartment. Consumed by thoughts of you, his cute soon-to-be wife. Unlike you, he was incredibly excited about the marriage. In fact, he wanted to just hurry up and tie the knot already, if it weren't for you being hellbent on trying to stall it for as long as you could. He might be considered traditional, but part of him wanted to know if he could turn you into a stay at home housewife. You'd definitely protest, seeing it as demeaning, but he liked the idea of you only being subservient to him alone. You'd live a quieter life, safely at his side, and you'd be solely for his eyes. At the moment, he was stalking- watching you on his phone tracker. It should be about now…

Oblivious to this fact, you were heading to your new apartment. Merrily, you had just gotten it and (oops!) forgot to tell Gojo about it. Before you went to the building though, you decided to get a snack at a nearby café. For the first time in a while, you leisurely went through your phone, paying more attention to your device than you normally do. It was just to do some cleaning up of apps you didn't need anymore. That's when you saw it.

What the hell is this thing…?

Never in your life do you recall installing this app on your phone. It was submerged, buried in the endless pit of your apps, as if it was playing hide and seek. At the top bar, you could see something was running, too, and it was sucking up your battery. Narrowing your eyes in confusion, you pulled up your search engine and looked it up.

Oh, it's a tracking app?

The reveal was so unsettling that you find yourself smiling. An amused yet horrified chuckle escaped you. Eyebrows furrowing, you muttered under your breath. "Oh no, get this shit off, I don't want this…" As you were saying that, you were deleting all of the suspicious looking apps on your phone. You even went ahead and did some extra research about tracking and put up some extra scans.

The white haired man frowned in displeasure upon realizing the GPS was stuck. The blip was frozen. Either it was as awful as the reviews warned, or you figured it out. What a pain. Regardless, he still held your last known whereabouts right there. Guess he shouldn't rely on technology so much and instead do things the old fashioned way, right? With that in mind, he went out to the last place the marker had placed you.

Back at your place, you were resting on your couch. You were still trying to wrap your head around the tracker on your phone. Who put that there? Gojo, most likely. He must've set it up the last time you two crossed paths, while you were distracted. While you wanted to be shocked at that reveal, you couldn't say you were surprised. He always struck you as a weirdo, to the point you were under the impression that he was borderline obsessed with you or something. It doesn't shock you in the slightest that creep would stoop this low.

Perhaps this was the tipping point you needed. After all, he just violated your privacy, and who knows what other things he's done. Holding up your phone, you called your parents to break the 'terrible' news. Needless to say, they didn't take your declaration to call off the wedding very well. No doubt this would kill relations between your family and the Gojo clan. Though, you found yourself feeling rather apathetic to the matter.

For nearly all of your life, you had taken a backseat for the good of your lineage. Years and years of enduring painstaking training, studying, and then a forced engagement for them, and for what? Virtually nothing in return. It wasn't even going to a good cause anyways, as this involuntary construction of human life served only to benefit an outdated, egocentric family tradition. The only 'good' you can argue you've done was saving lives as a sorcerer, which was just a byproduct of their success.

In that call, you told them to disown you if it pained them that much to have a disappointing daughter. To fully break away, you'd move to another country or something. Even though your intent was to sever the ties, there was a sliver of remorse deep in the recesses of your heart. Despite your cruel upbringing, you did feel some attachment to your parents. They were your family, and they were all you had. However, you couldn't marry someone you didn't love. Especially someone who was this clearly unhinged.

They were protesting all the while before you hung up. After a moment, you dialed another number.

There's a slight deep chuckle over the line. "…Well, it's about time." Gojo's voice ardently crooned over the phone. You could practically hear the smug grin on his stupid face. He sounded rather pleased that you finally called him for a change, like he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.

The cocky tone voice in his voice almost made you laugh. Almost. It seemed you beat your parents or his in delivering him the bad news.

"Hi Satoru." You said casually, as if you weren't about to drop a bombshell on him. Then you spoke the following lines. "I'm sorry, but I can't marry you."

There was a brief pause. One that drew on for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"Mm…? Did you say something, (Y/N)? I didn't quite catch that." He asked innocently. However, you're absolutely certain he heard you the first time. Even so, you decide to be nice, and twist the knife even further.

"I said," Your voice becomes more stern as you narrowed your eyes. "I'm sorry, but I can't marry you Gojo. The wedding is off."

"It should be obvious, but I'm not too fond of you, and I'd rather marry someone I actually love." The words flowed out of you like a river. A cool wave of relief washed off you as you truthfully spoke your mind. Speaking the truth felt incredibly good. For once, you felt like you were taking control. No more sitting aside, waiting for someone else to tell you what to do.

There's another split second of silence before Gojo spoke again. "(Y/N), I sincerely think you should reconsider." He drew a breath. "Think about your family, remember what this'll mean for them. Both your family and mine have been waiting for this since we were kids. Do you really want to do this to them?" He's trying to be rational, trying to convince you otherwise. If he was as crazy as you're theorizing, he must be suppressing his anger right now. Though, you're just as insane as he is. You know this'll drive him to his boiling point, and with that in mind, you continued your sprint across the thin tightrope.

"No, I'm pretty sure. Don't bother, I've already informed my parents about my decision. I hope you can forgive me for being selfish." At least you're kind enough to apologize. With that, you pulled your phone away from your ear. A digit hovered over the red button.

"(Y/N)--" Before he could reply, you hung up the call. Relief washed over you. With a genuinely content smile, you went back to whatever you were doing before.

On the other line, Gojo sat there motionlessly with his phone, the dial tone ringing in his ears. Silently, he held a haunted expression on his visage. Pale with wide eyes, it was like he had seen a ghost. It quickly faded once the anger set in, and his face twisted into a furious scowl. He's practically seething. Why are you doing this to him?! He wasn't oblivious to your tendency to reject his advances, but he didn't expect you to go this far. He'd figure you'd come around eventually, not throw it all away! All you had to do was go along and marry him. It was going to be perfect.

No, don't worry. Gojo faintly smiled to himself. This is still salvageable. He just needs to talk to you in person. Once you're face to face, he'll get you to change your mind, with a little persuasion, of course. Trying to suppress his raging anger, he calmed himself down as he swiftly walked down the streets.

Unbothered, you were laying on the couch, currently browsing the web for potential places to go. Singapore seems really good right about now…

"(Y/N)? Open the door!"

Ugh, there he is. It surprisingly didn't take that long for him to find you. To be fair, you deactivated the tracker a block down from where the complex was. He most likely found it and then asked your landlord for your door. Kinda stupid of you.

With a tired sigh, you lowered your head and fell silent for a moment. Maybe if you ignore him, he'll give up and go away.

Of course, he doesn't. Suddenly, your front door was violently kicked open. The loud slam made you gradually raise your head, drawing your attention. Your gaze flicked over to it, and lo and behold, Gojo was standing there at the entrance.

"…Well that's rude." You uttered with a nonchalant tone. Was breaking your door really necessary? Wonder what the costs are to get that fixed…

Maybe he was trying to play along, because he ended up gently closing the broken door behind him. He walked dangerously closer to you. "(Y/N), please. I'm begging you to reconsider." He spoke up. Although his voice was sultry, a smooth cadence like marble, there was a mild urgency hidden in the depths. "I love you. You're my darling fiancé, and I want you to marry me."

Standing up, you narrowed your eyes. A disapproving glare formed on your features. Perhaps in another life, or another universe, you would've found his declaration sweet. It was truly heart stealing stuff. Something that would make you melt into his arms like chocolate. Unfortunately, you wouldn't fall for it in this timeline. "How many times do I have to say it, Satoru? I'm not into you."

Tilting your head about an inch, your gaze bore into his. If he wasn't so upset, he would've been reveling over how gorgeous you looked right now. "I've officially broken up with you. So while I'm asking nicely, give up while you still have your dignity." You warned him.

Your threat garnered a low chuckle from Gojo. To him, it was nothing. While he did consider you to be 'equals', there was a clear difference in strength. He was one of the strongest sorcerers in the world, if not the strongest. While you were no doubt strong, he was much more powerful. If anything, he should be saying those words to you.

"That's cute." He nonchalantly commented with a smoldering glance. While his tone held intense admiration, the grin on his face was condescending. Either way, it's gross, and made you grimace slightly.

Despite the growing tension in the room, you refused to back down. If he was going to try to force you to be with him, you'd gladly fight against it. After all, it'd be a shame to let all your intense sorcery training go to waste. When he stepped closer, you got into a fighting stance.

Gojo stepped forward, and you anticipate it. His Limitless.

You’ve sparred with him before, so the concept of his ability wasn’t foreign to you. Taking a deep breath, you watched him carefully. Heightening your awareness, your focus sharpened, and you seemingly step out of your body for a moment. The heightened focus was like an astral projection.

The man dashed towards you in the blink of an eye. He went to strike, and you swiftly moved with a deflect. However, your counter attack doesn’t hit and you’re sent skidding back a few feet. Gojo chuckled again, and you could tell from that and his attack that he’s not taking this seriously. You’ll make him.

The two of you start fighting. Gojo engaged by trying to hit you, and his movements were fast, but you’re able to counter him to the best of your ability. Still, he’s holding back, and you figured that asshole enjoyed messing with you. Even so, you still used all your strength to fight back. If he wouldn't give his all, you most certainly will.

Meanwhile, Gojo realized you’re serious about putting up a fight. He’s been holding back as to not hurt his darling fiancé, but this was starting to become a pain in the neck. Might as well put an end to this already, even if it meant knocking you out.

In an instant, Gojo came at you. Time decelerated to a drag, and you forced your body to the side. With one swift motion, you evaded his grab for you. Following your movements, a sharp breath escaped you.

That’s when you observe the two of you had fully switched places. Finally, after dancing around him, your form was by the door, and it’s prime time to make an escape. To subtly inch toward the exit during the fight, that had been your plan all along.

Unfortunately, Gojo had long anticipated this ploy of yours. He simply played along because he could easily stop you. He raised a hand.

That’s when you call it. Limitless.

Gojo was going to close the gap and catch you. You wouldn’t be able to hit him. It was over.

Though, there was no fearful look in your eyes. They were stern and full of conviction. “That notion… I'll veto it.” You declare softly.

Silence followed your words. There was still a large gap of space between you two. What should've happened was a deletion of space, there was nothing of the sort. Caught off guard by this revelation, Gojo stopped and furrowed his brows slightly in confusion. His outstretched hand dropped about an inch.

What just happened?

His split second bewilderment opened a window of opportunity to you. Taking advantage of his stunned disposition, you spun on your heel and took off running out of the building.

Thankfully, you got the feeling in your leg back in the nick of time. You ran away.

A sigh escaped your lips. Back pressed against the side wall of the locked bathroom stall, you stared at the tile for a moment. The women's restroom of this coffee shop was empty, the only sound being the constant hum of the ventilation. Once you believed you were ready, you delved into your pocket and took out a card. Flipping it over, you read the printed numbers and inputted them into your burner phone. It was only a few seconds of ringing when the other line picked up.

You lowered the card. "I'm looking for a Hoover Max Extract Pressure-Pro Model 60."

It was burning hot in the car, so you had the windows rolled down. The cool wind blew your hair back, a reinvigorating feeling to the senses. You were driving down a long stretch of road. No other cars or people in sight. The yellow baked sun highlighted the dry, sandy grass patches surrounding you that seemed to go on for miles. With one hand on the wheel, you pushed up your sunglasses before resting your arm on the window of your SL Mercedes. Traveling to a new country was a whole different ballpark, but you were going to make it work. After being cooped up in a stuffy cargo plane, the open road was a sigh of relief.

Growing up, you and Gojo went to the same schools together to Jujutsu High. This meant he knew your sorcerer abilities pretty well. As far as he knew, your curse ability boiled down to energy manipulation.

Although the ability is labeled as ‘energy,’ the underlying truth was that's only the surface level explanation. There's more to it. The true extent of your abilities was kept a secret, thanks to your discreet, privileged family. As a child, you were told you had been graced with intense power. Though, you were vowed to keep quiet about the secret art you had.

The power to negate power.

In order to perfect it, you’ve been training it all your life. Surprisingly enough, this was the first time you’ve had a sincere reason to use it. For the binding vow that accompanies it is concerning.

At the price of negating forces of nature, altering the flow of destiny, an suitable exchange must be made. By contingency, the exchange offers up a functioning part of your body. A fair trade.

“To negate something means to willingly negate a piece of you,” your mother would tell your younger self.

The moment you cancelled Gojo’s Limitless, you had lost the feeling in one of your legs. It had gone numb, like a useless piece of plastic. In that state, you wouldn’t be able to move too fast. Thankfully, it came back quickly so you could make your escape.

For that reason, it was a double edged sword. Dangerous, but handy. You’d have to keep on your toes for the rest of your life, and you’d have to keep up your physical fighting, but as far as sorcery goes… Gojo can’t touch you. And you… can certainly hit him.

Thanks to your ability… you were able to escape him that day.

It was incredible. Being able to take control of your life, gave you a rush that you’d never think of ever having.

Once you escaped, you did everything you could to discreetly change your identity. Using your leftover riches from your family name, you were able to call in a person to help you ‘disappear.’ Gojo would never be able to track you. And with that, (Y/N) (L/N) vanished off the face of the earth. She was gone.

It was a nice, sunny day. You were relaxing at home.

It's been three years since then. By now, you should try to settle down, right? However, your cautiousness made you hesitant. If Gojo ever did come for you, the last thing you wanted was for someone to get caught in the crossfire. Like Nanami.

Upon reminiscing, you frown in realization. You never did find out anything about Nanami’s disappearance, didn’t you? Maybe he was dead after all. It wouldn't shock you if it turned out Gojo made him vanish. It'd line up with how creepy he had been thus far.

You offered him a small prayer in your mind. Hopefully he was at peace, wherever he was now.

After that, you went out onto the backyard porch. The crashing waves of the ocean ahead always set you at ease. The warm sun heated your skin. Leaning against the wooden railing, you closed your eyes, and lost yourself to the sound of nature.

"What a lovely sight." The sudden voice made you jump. What scared you the most was not that it terminated your solitary without warning, but that it took you years to forget about that cadence, until now.

Standing a few feet away on the platform, leaning against the railing, was a forbidden sight. A man that shouldn't exist in your little safe paradise. Somehow, he got here undetected, past all of your locks and security cameras.

Gojo turned to you with a charming smile. As if this was a reunion between two old friends. In a malevolent way, it was. "Though you could do much better than this, it's a nice place."

Remaining silent, you didn't say his name. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

How did he find you? Your benefactor, with no ties to the Gojo clan, changed your records, your appearance, and virtually anything that had to deal with your identity. Not a single trace was left. And yet, here he stood in your home.

Why couldn't he just leave you alone?

There were plenty of women out there he could easily have. Any of them would be happy to grant his desires, or even replace you as his estranged wife. You didn't understand why he insisted on having you.

"Why won't you give up already?" You asked calmly, an apathetic look in your eyes. At least three years have passed since you escaped the shackles of your predetermined live. Plenty of time for him to move on and find someone else. In a way, hiding was supposed to be your form of encouragement.

Between the two of you, he was much more stubborn. Arrogance paved the way for greed, and he refused to lose when it came to anything. A man with the mentality of a spoiled child. Such entitlement of course, extended to you. He didn't give up because he didn't want anyone else. Letting you go and moving on was too easy. Why settle for something he can get with ease, when it was much more exciting to chase what he can't have?

"I've already told you, (Y/N). Millions of times over…" He stepped closer while you retreated back. "I love you." His voice was warm and genuine.

"And it's a lie." You retorted with a razor-like glare. If he truly cared as much as he says, he would let you go. He wouldn't still be here. It was a selfish act, not one out of love. Perhaps he did a long time ago, but his sentimental emotions were corrupted by his egotism. "If you loved me, you'd leave me be."

"(Y/N). Why are you so selfish?" He asked, and you paused. As if a switch had been flipped, his expression grew cold. "Running away from your family, running away from me, and running away from us. You had a good life, and became a powerful sorcerer. Why would you throw that all away? For cowardice? For your insecurities?"

He held up his hand. A hopeful, promising shine was in his eyes. "I came here because I refuse to give up on you. I care about you. Come back with me, and I promise to help you. We'll get through this together. I'll make you happy." He proposed with a warm smile.

A pit formed in your stomach. Even now, he's still trying to manipulate you. Twisting the narrative to belittle your desire for freedom as an insecurity. Justifying his stalking and chasing after you as some sort of savior situation. That your autonomy was something that needed to be fixed. If you weren't so disgusted, you could see yourself laughing at the absurdity of it all. "No. I don't want to go anywhere with you." You gave him your answer.

"Aaah… that's not the right answer." He sighed with a hint of amusement. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turned his back to the railing. Then he faced you and held out his hand.

He tried to use his ability, but you were quick to stop him. Your arm went limp, but you raised your leg. Kicking him as hard as you could, he was sent flying through the wall. He quickly recovered and got back up.

He dashed forward, and you swiftly dodged out of the way. You got a few good hits in, since he was wary to not use Limitless in excess against you. Now that he couldn't use it to protective himself, everything was fair game. You threw anything you could that was in the house. Lamps, décor, and even furniture. He dodged most of them.

"Enough with this, (Y/N)!" He called out to you. The house was nearly destroyed from all the fighting. Gojo grumbled under his breath. Now that he was aware you could nullify his ability, he had to get creative.

Suddenly, he disappeared from your vision. Heart racing in your chest, you glanced around the room and kept your guard up. There was no running outside, because he could be waiting at the exit.

You turned and sensed something. With your energy magic, you charged the tv to make it explode. Gojo emerged from the shadows and came at you. He was using his Limitless. You had no choice but to nullify it and prepare to counterattack, but suddenly, your mind went blank.

Just now, you had rolled the dice, and yielded the worst possible results. The worst part to neutralize… your brain. It made you lose.

When consciousness came back to you, Gojo was holding you in a tight grip. Pointed at your neck, the tip an inch away from your skin, was a syringe.

Gojo was breathing heavily. Pressing his built chest into your back, you could hear him in your ear. It was a good effort you put up against him, but now it was over. At last, he had you. "Let's go home, shall we?" He hummed with delight.

Before he could move, you snapped your fingers. A explosion of smoke erupted from your body, and the mass coated the air like a screen. You threw your head back, crashing into his face. His grip weakened slightly and you stomped on his foot with all your might, and jabbed your elbow into his abdomen. With a grunt of pain, he fully released you. Not wasting any time, you ran forward and dashed out the back door.

You spun around to see him emerge from the smoke to give chase. Reaching a hand into your pocket, you darted to the edge of the porch. You vaulted over wooden railing and jumped off. In your hand was a small device. You pressed the button.

A large explosion blew up your beloved home. There was a loud, thunderous crash. Debris flew in all directions, and the source was consumed in fire. Once your feet landed onto the sandy beach, you took off running.

On the run yet again. All the money you spent on disappearing the first time had significantly depleted your sources, and nearly the rest had just gone up in flames. You'd have to get creative with your next disappearance, for whatever time you had left.

As you were running, you suddenly stumbled and halted in place. The dizzy spell was so faint, it took you a second to recognize it. During that fight, the syringe must've touched you.

The unknown drug he gave you… you had no idea how much time you had until you passed out. However much time you had, it most likely wasn't enough to hide where you couldn't be found. All of your options were drying up.

Frozen, you stared at the ground. A blank expression haunted your tired features as you fixated on the gravel at your feet.

Was this it? It's all over?

Closing your eyes, you took a shaky breath. It's not. With your remaining strength, you continued running.

Gojo's manipulative speech to you, at first you completely dismissed it as nothing but deceptive garbage. It was bred on twisting your actions to make him seem like the victim. A gaslighting trap, to warp your perspective of reality, and convince you to return to him. Almost like the domains he put his enemies in. At least, that's what you originally thought. After reflecting upon it, you realized that there was some truth to his words. Even when fabricating lies, there will always be a hint of truth hiding in the cracks.

Maybe he was right.

All you've done is run away. In your youth, you fled from living a normal life to become the perfect child your parents wanted. At the expense of your childhood. You ran away from mistakes and imperfections to strive for greatness. Once that was over, you ran away from your family when they needed you most. Then you ran away from Gojo, from your relationship and your engagement. Here you were, proving him right by running away again.

If you kept going, you'd never be able to stop running. This track you set yourself upon, it was an endless one. A nonstop cycle of running on a wheel, with no destination. Gojo, while rendered vulnerable for the moment, was still immortal in the grand scheme of things. He held too much power. Untouchable and relentless, he'll be chasing you forever.

Perhaps… it was time to stop.

When you finally came to a halt, you were near the edge of a cliff. Below, the gathering ocean, crashing against the rocks. The comforting sound you had come to admire. The sun was setting in the sky, and the stars were finally revealing themselves. You've always wanted to come here, but you never found the opportunity.

"(Y/N)…" Gojo called your name. Though he sounded tired, there was a hint of teasing to it. It was the end of the line, after all. Even if you tried to jump, he could catch you. This game of tag had finally reached it's conclusion. "It's over. There's no need for this."

Silently, you met his gaze. The light breeze swept your hair as you stood still. A few seconds passed when you eventually parted your lips. "You're absolutely right." You said with a faint smile and soft eyes. "I'm done with you. Farewell, Satoru."

A bold choice of words. As much as he rather wouldn't, Gojo decided he'd have to hurt you, just so you couldn't run away anymore. Upon stepping back, you suddenly found yourself in a new space. The area around you was a celestial realm, a starry prison. He called his Limitless, and cemented you inside a domain. This way, you couldn't evade him. Even if you nullified it, he could just cast it again and again until you gave up.

So, he didn't know you were on the verge of collapsing. That was perfect.

Once more, you opened your eyes wide. They began to glow. Channeling all of your curse energy, you took his power, and turned it off.

Upon doing so, there was a sharp pain in your chest. Blood stopped pumping and your breath slowed to a cease. It was then that you lost feeling in your head, then your body. Falling back, you lost your balance and went over the edge. Your vision was growing blurry, and everything felt cold. Faintly, you could feel your body falling.

Cancelling his ability wasn't the ultimate goal. The consequences were. To negate all of his powers at once, you offered up the most important function of your body. The heart of the machine. It was held for as long as you could, and you made it.

Finally, you were away from him. To the one place where he couldn't get you. It might've been one last run, but it was something you did of your own volition. Nobody told you what to do, and you freely made your choice. Maybe Gojo could have given you a promising life, but you would never be happy. This outcome was what satisfied you. Your legs had grown tired from running, and now you could finally rest.

rip girlie

i like how at the start i was trolling but at the end it just got sad :')

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[rodolfoparras]

Listen listen- I'm still not into Digger but I love hatefucking and your last post made me think-

Being strong and silent type and joining the team. And you're very intimidating guy, you rarely talk and you keep to yourself but when you do talk, people are shitting bricks. Except Digger (he's scared too but mostly turned on). This mouthy mf will take every and any chance to rile you up and tease you and be asshole, even when you keep telling him off. You don't like how mouthy and annoying and all over the place he is and all he wants to do is see you explode.

When you do explode, it's not what either of you were expecting. Maybe you had a bad day or particularly rough mission and he just.won't.shut.up! He's all in your face so naturally you slam him into the nearest wall hard enough to maybe give him concussion and growl into his face. Much to both your and his suprise, he is fucking turned on. I imagine he'd probably start taunting you soon enough but you silence him with your dick down his throat and he's sucking you off as if he's desperate to prove something. (and maybe he is).

But really, the best way to shut him up is to hold him against the wall (and although he won't admit it, he's in awe of the fact that you can hold him up so effortlessly) and fuck him stupid. And when he's so cockdrunk that the only thing he can do is moan and whimper, that's when you start taunting him. And after that he becomes even more relentlessly and annoying because he knows it's gonna get him fucked.

-🔮

Okay but thinking about not having sex from the get go, instead you just notice his boner as you got him pressed against the wall, and you’re looking at him in absolute disgust, nails digging into his jugular, while spitting insults telling him how disgusting he is how you can’t believe this is getting him hard how you should just kill him while you tighten you grip on him

And instead of snapping him out his horny daze he’s just getting hornier and fuck he feels himself gettin lightheaded but just as the world is about to turn black and he’s sure he’s about to cum in his pants you pull away and let him fall down onto the ground

You’re quick to leave the place but he stays seated, hand on his cock til there’s cum pooling his stomach. After that he does everything and anything to rile you up hoping praying he’ll end up pushed against a wall or down on all four or even getting the opportunity to suck you off

[lucy90712]

omgg girl YOU HAVE TO DO this enemies to lovers fic with pedri where they're lowkey known to hate eachother in school but then one day the reader comes out of the classroom and and has blood on her face and is crying becasue this one dude messed with her and hit her and pedri sees her and is furious and asks her "who did this to you" and the reader refuses to tell him but then eventually gives in because of how mad he is and pedri beats the dude up like really bad, then the reader and pedri are at the nurses office and she asks him why he did that and pedri finally confesses his feelings for her and so does she and they like kiss in the end ?

you're writing style would slayy this prompt soo muchh so pleasee do write itt!, anyways take care of yourself!!, love youu

A/n: I changed up the idea a bit but I really like it so I hope you do too

WC: 2.2k After going the whole year waiting and celebrating all my friends birthdays it's finally my turn as it was my birthday during the week so now my friends are hosting a party for me at one of their places. All week I've been looking forward to this party as I haven't been out in a while because I've had other things to focus on with school and work. I went out and brought a new dress for tonight and everything because I want to look and feel amazing. I'm always the friend that just wearing casual clothes as I'm always too busy to get dressed up but not tonight I'm going to be the one getting all the stares and attention tonight. Usually I would say I don't care about getting attention from guys but tonight I want to prove someone wrong.

Pedri. That asshole football player. I met Pedri when I first moved to Barcelona as he was friends with the friends I made and ever since he's been around. He's like a fly that just won't leave you alone every time I think he's not going to show up he sneaks up on me and my night is ruined. I know for a fact that he will be there tonight because he's part of the friend group and everyone else is always trying to get up to get along but we just don't. For whatever reason Pedri took an instant dislike to me, to begin with I thought he was attractive but any feelings for him other than disgust quickly went away. He's always calling me names or just generally saying awful things to me but to everyone else he's an angel and the sweetest guy ever. The last time I saw him I had gone straight from an 8 hours shift with 4 hours of classes before and I heard him say to someone else that I never look good which is exactly why I want to prove him wrong tonight. 

This morning I took myself to get my nails done and I got my hair cut for the first time in a while and now I've just got out the shower after having washed my hair and shaved. I feel like a whole new person and it feels amazing I don't know why I didn't make more of an effort sooner. The first thing I did was put my dress on then I did my hair and makeup which took a while as I wanted everything to be perfect but eventually I did it and everything couldn't look better. Looking in the mirror I almost didn't recognise myself but I lied the version of me I saw much more than the usual tired mess I usually see. My friends were all going crazy over the picture I sent in our group chat which gave me the boost in confidence I needed to go along with my new look. 

Seeing as I plan to drink tonight I got a cab to my friends place where their party was happening. I purposely arrived a bit late because I want to make an entrance seeing as it's my birthday party and I put all this effort into my appearance I want everyone to notice well I want Pedri to notice. The door was unlocked so I just opened it and walked right in straight away everyone turned to look at me it felt like I was in a movie and for once I was the main character not a background actor. All of my friends immediately made their way over to shower me in compliments but all I was interested in was Pedri. It took me a second but I eventually I caught his gaze and I could see his pupils were dilated and his jaw was slightly open but as soon as he noticed I was looking he turned away. My mission for tonight is already complete now it's time to have fun and channel my hatred for Pedri into the best night of my life so far. 

My best friend got me a drink and then took me off to go and dance with her. She made a playlist of all my favourite songs which she put on and we started dancing together. As we were dancing I had another drink or maybe two so I was definitely on a high but I wasn't drunk nowhere close to it. Somehow I lost my friend and ended up just dancing on my own which was fine until I guy I hadn't met before came over to talk to me. At first he was nice but then he got overly flirty and I just wasn't feeling it, I didn't come here to go home with a guy I just wanted to have fun and let loose. 

Despite my best attempts the guy would not leave me alone and he was really starting to test my patience. His hands were all over my body which made me really uncomfortable but every time I tried moving them his hands went back to where they were if not lower. Once he started squeezing my ass that was enough for me I pulled away but the guy grabbed my arm and held it really tightly. I could tell it was going to leave a bruise but that's was the last of my worries all of a sudden all I could feel was intense panic flowing through my veins I felt as though I hadn't had a drop of alcohol I was so aware of every little touch on my skin. I've never been so scared in my life I've never felt this weak either, usually I'd stand up for myself without any hesitation but right now I can't get any words out and I can't make my body move even an inch. My whole being is now controlled but the fear of what this guy is going to do to me.  

"You know you look super sexy in this dress" the guy whispered in my ear as he put a hand around my throat 

"G-get off m-me" I managed to choke out 

"What you don't want me even though you are practically begging for attention dressed like that" the guy taunted 

That was enough for me I managed to free myself from his hold but I wasn't able to move quick enough to avoid him slapping me for presumably not wanting to sleep with him. I flinched at the pain but I also braced myself for more but it never happened. Suddenly there was someone else stood in front of me who punched the other guy just as I looked up. Everything happened so quickly but time seemed to slow down as I watched the guy that has been harassing me get punched in the face multiple times, even though it wasn't me doing it I felt great knowing someone had my back. 

Once time went back to normal speed and the guy was finally escorted out of the house I finally got to see who had come in to protect me. That someone who I was thanking in my mind just a few seconds ago was Pedri. For once I saw a different look in his eyes instead of disgust and hatred I saw concern and worry. He cared although he has never acted like it he cares about me. That thought sent butterflies through my stomach, for some reason owning that deep down Pedri didn't really hate me made me feel relieved happy even. 

There was a lot of thoughts swirling around in my mind not just about what happened but also about my feelings for Pedri. I was soon brought out off of my spiral though when I noticed Pedri turn towards me and reach his hand out to touch mine which sent a shiver down my spine. I could move as he looked at my wrist which was already starting to bruise and then studied my face which suddenly made me aware of the fact that I could feel something running down my face. 

"Are you ok?" He asked 

"Yeah I'm fine" I replied 

"We both know that's a lie now come with me I'll clean you up" he said 

He offered me his hand so I took it and he lead me through all of the people around who had just gone back to doing whatever they were doing before after watching what unfolded just a few minutes ago. Pedri lead me to the bathroom upstairs which was empty luckily so we went straight in and he locked the door behind us which made me a little nervous all of a sudden. As Pedri looked for the first aid kit I just stood there watching him as I was starting to realise that maybe my attraction towards Pedri hadn't disappeared and had just been buried deep down inside me instead as I was starting to feel the nerves I felt when I first met him again. 

After a while of just staring at him Pedri finally found what he was looking for and turned back to me. He told me to sit on the counter in front of him so I made my way over ready to haul myself up on the surface but instead Pedri put his hands on my waist and lifted me into the counter. Having his hands on my waist felt weirdly comfortable it was as if this had happened a million times before I felt safe almost with his hands on me. He kept one hand on my waist as he gently cleaned up the cut I had on my lip which stung but every time I winced Pedri just squeezed my waist and apologised which somehow made it all better. As he worked to put cream on my lip and wrist I was completely captivated but the way he was sticking his tongue out fully concentrated on making sure he did everything he could to make me better. 

This was the first time I noticed how perfect his face was. His hair, his eyes, his lips and his stubble that was beginning to form were all just so perfect. His hair looked so soft and fluffy. His eyes looked so caring and kind. His lips looked so kissable. Those thoughts had never crossed my mind before but thats simply because I wouldn't let them, I've always been attracted to Pedri but I didn't allow myself to feel these feelings as until today I thought he simply just hated me but this situation has made it clear that he doesn't hate me quite as much as I first thought. 

"There we go, does that feel any better?" He asked 

"It feels a lot better thank you" I replied 

"Now tell me how are you actually feeling and please be honest" he said 

"I'm ok still a bit shaken up but I'll be ok" I said 

"I'm sorry this happened to you that guy was wrong to do that don't think for a second you deserved it because you don't no matter how beautiful you look" Pedri said which took my by surprise as I never expected him to call me beautiful 

"Thank you it means a lot hearing you say that" I said 

"I have to ask why did you help me I thought you hated me" I said 

Pedri just stood there for a few seconds which made me regret actually asking him and not just thinking about the many possible answers. All of my anxieties quickly disappeared though when Pedri closed the gap between us and attached his lips to mine. The feeling of having his lips on mine was out of this world I don't know how to even describe it it almost felt like a void was filled that I didn't know was empty before. Where my lip is cut it definitely stung kissing Pedri but it was so worth it and I'd deal with much more pain if it meant I could kiss him again. Sadly the kiss eventually came to an end but Pedri stayed close to me and wrapped his arms around me even after he'd pulled away. 

"I'm sorry I should've asked you first before doing that but I just couldn't resist" he said 

"It's ok I enjoyed it but you didn't answer my question" I teased 

"I never hated you I hated the fact that I found you so beautiful I told myself that I needed to focus on football and not dating so when we first met I thought it would be easier if I just acted like I hated you but it really didn't help and I just can't pretend anymore" he admitted 

"Well I'm glad you don't hate me as that would've made this all very awkward" I laughed 

"I know I've been awful to you but can we start over?" He asked 

"Of course all is forgiven especially after you helped me out there" I said 

"How about we get out of here and maybe we can talk over some ice cream" he suggested 

"I like the sound of that" I replied 

With that Pedri gave me another kiss which he apologised for as he realised it probably hurt me which it did but I happily kissed him again as he grabbed my hand to lead me outside to his car. I felt a bit bad for leaving my own birthday party but at the same time getting to know Pedri and exploring these newfound feelings sounds a lot more fun. 

[esmedelacroix]

5 days til' Christmas

in which the mood swings are swinging during your pregnancy with husband!miguel o'hara⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

6 days til' christmas ← previous part

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Waking up that morning it was the same routine of feeling discomfort and nausea. You thought maybe you would get used to it but that proved quite difficult the next morning as you were hurled over the toilet.

You felt bad waking Miguel so early in the morning but he insisted it was fine and he knew you needed him to be there for you. You were more than thankful to Miguel for taking his day off from work and starting his holiday vacation early for you.

Before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. You were sobbing on your bathroom floor because you felt so loved by Miguel and that made you happy. "Hey, hey are you okay?" he asked as he directed all his attention to you and wiped your tears that wouldn't stop flowing.

"I'm just so happy you're here," you sobbed.

"Aw, mi vida[my life], have I been away for too long, have I been neglecting my wife?" he asked as he embraced you and caressed your hair.

"No, it's just," you started, you let out a frustrated sigh you just couldn't stop your tears. "I'm just so content," you said.

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That morning you and Miguel were eating breakfast together. He made his usual piping hot cup of black coffee(weirdo) and he was sipping it because it was still very hot. You hated that. You didn't know why. But it disgusted you.

"Why are you doing that?" you asked, knowing it was a completely normal thing he did all the time.

"Doing what?" he asked obliviously.

"The way you're drinking your coffee, It's weird, I hate that sound," you said, almost gagging when he did it again.

"It's still hot," he said blankly.

He sipped his coffee again and that's what set off the waterworks. You sobbed telling him that you hated the sound. "Just get out! Get out!" you said pointing at the door.

He put the newspaper down trying to remain calm and walked over to you slowly taking his glasses off. "Stop just stop! Why are you walking like that?" you sobbed as you ran into your shared bedroom, locked the door, and wailed.

You heard Miguel's heavy footsteps he was probably pacing back and forth worried and trying to figure out what to do. After a while, when you had stopped crying you heard soft knocks on the door. "Nena[baby], can I come in?" you heard Miguel ask in a soft tone of voice.

He didn't hear a response but the door opened and he saw you there with red, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "Hey, I'm sorry for sipping weirdly I guess," he said, taking both of your hands.

"No it's not your fault," you said quietly looking down ashamed that you blew up on him over him drinking his coffee.

"Why did the coffee and my walking make you so upset?" he asked

"I literally don't know," you sobbed the tears spilling again.

"Okay, shhhh, you’re fine you're okay, hey, please don't cry," he said, wiping your tears away and hugging you.

"Sorry I'm so hormonal, probably just starting my period soon," you said resting your head against his head.

Thinking that it would be easy to hide your pregnancy from Miguel was so wrong. Your symptoms were flaring up and guilt from lying to him was eating you alive.

You hoped that nothing crazy would happen for the rest of the day. Other than being sick and eating and drinking a lot more than you usually did, everything was fine.

Until that same night, you and Miguel ordered pizza and he folded it. Miguel. Folded. His. Fucking. Pizza.

You did end up crying again, locking yourself in your room threatening to divorce him if he even tried to talk to you. He did sleep on the couch that night. But hey it was only 4 more days until you could finally surprise him on Christmas day.

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next part → 4 days til' Christmas

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[betterfettered]

a request 🥹

do any of the brothers have a blood/cutting kink? how would they react if mc cuts their name into their flesh? be it out of sh or obsession?

Hello 🥹 anon!! Sorry for the late reply, my life is chaotic and nonproductive energy lolll. I also do not have much experience with this kink, so I just did my best with it and hope you enjoy it!!

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere)(blood, self harm, cutting)(character disapproval of sh)(18+ readers only please, mdni)[This is fetish content and abuse is disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

Yandere!Lucifer does indeed have a blood kink, be it from cutting or anything else, because the thought of causing someone enough pain to draw blood appeals to him like nothing else since he's a sadist. However, he is extremely measured and intentional in his practice, and would never take it upon himself to do blood play because it would always seem like going too far: humans are fragile and he doesn't want to hurt you too badly. Actually seriously harming you is the stuff of his nightmares. However, if you initiated the blood or cutting play he would be in heaven (would that be a bad thing in this context?? 🧐). If you carved his name into your flesh, he would be quite pleased, and ask just how far you're willing to go to prove your devotion to him, because his penmanship with a knife is far better...

Yandere!Mammon would be extremely freaked out by this. He wouldn't even pause to think about how much devotion this implies, he's focused on getting you medical attention immediately. He wouldn't be able to understand why you did something like that. However, he would be extra clingy and coddling while you were recovering and check in on you constantly out of worry.

Yandere!Leviathan would also be freaked out by you carving his name into your skin, but he's seen enough anime that he can understand the significance of the gesture. He'd be wide eyed and completely in awe of you, and become even more subby than he is already (canonically!!!) Implied to be, asking what he should do next. Should he lick the blood? Carve his own skin with your name? Bandage you up? It won't necessarily make him horny, but it would deepen his connection to you.

Yandere!Satan absolutely has a whole blood kink and a half, to the point that his name in your flesh would be intoxicating and dizzying. The smell and sight of blood would drive him crazy, so expect to be fucked particularly frantically and have your blood smeared everywhere. Once this door is open, though, it's not shutting again, so expect blood play to be a semi regular part of Satan's fixation on you.

Yandere!Asmodeus does not have a blood kink and would be horrified at the thought of the scarring that would be on your skin. At first. Once he had some time to contemplate it though, the thought of you being so in love and obsessed with him that you permanently scarred your body with his name would be extremely flattering and arousing. That's why he loves you! You're able to understand how perfect he is like no one else can. He might ask you to make yourself bleed again for him, this time while he watches and strokes himself to your devotion.

Yandere!Beel does not have a blood fetish, and he can't understand your reasons for doing something like this. If you love him, why don't you just fuck him or feed him? What does bleeding and hurting yourself have to do with it? Because of his protective nature, you cutting yourself would stress him out quite a bit, and potentially make him more controlling. He already doesn't let you outside, but now you're limited in what he'll let you have inside until you promise him you won't do it again.

Yandere!Belphie has a blood fetish, and its a general threat to your wellness. Seeing his name in your skin, he'll mock you. You're not "Belphegor", so why are you labeled with that? You should be labeled with "Belphegor's braindead slut" instead. Here, let him help you fix it. The more you scream, the more he'll tease you, asking if you're really devoted to him and why you're crying when he hasn't even begun to really hurt you yet. He acts cruel, but if you beg him for mercy he'll stop and clean you up and put bandages and everything. It's not like he *hates* you (unless he does hate you, in which case he's not stopping til it seems like you may die).

LOLLL I hope you like it! I did like 2 hours of research on this kink so I hope it turned out well or I'm 💀💀

[oakthcrn]

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑩𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑼𝑬. Lark gazed at the ornate dress with a mixture of disgust and awe, though it did not show on her freckled face. A midnight blue gown that faded into black at the ends. It was adorned with silvery beading that blended into gold. The trail was long, and the gown would accent Lark's figure. She would've loved it if it wasn't being gifted to her by the person she hated most. 

It came directly from Armando De Riva, and it made her skin itch thinking about wearing it. Sighing softly, Lark crossed her arms over her chest as she shot a pointed look at Viago. 

“ Why am I being gifted this, exactly? ” She had a feeling she already knew. No gift from the Crows was ever free. She could tell by the look on his face that there was more to just wearing a beautiful dress. 

“ There is a contract in Orlais. You will be attending Marquis le Arsenault's gala under the guise of an escort.” 

Lark's brows furrowed for a moment. “ Marquis le Arsenault? The nobleman that will be participating in the Grand Tourney? ” Lark wrinkled her nose in thought. She had heard of the Marquis before, and his fighting prowess in the tourney. Throwing a gala the night before… was a good setting for the assassination attempt. It must've been from a rival, or a lover scorned. With Orlais, it was often the one and the same. 

Canting her head to the side, Lark frowned a bit. 

“ Teia is more suited to be charming and working undercover, why not send her? ” Lark asked. Lark wasn't the best actress, and Viago knew it. 

“ Teia needs to remain here, besides, think of it as an opportunity to prove yourself. ” Viago replied and Lark could've sworn the vein in his forehead moved. Huffing a breath, she glanced at Teia, who smiled pleasantly in return. 

“ You're going to a grand party, Lark, try to cheer up. Eat good food, dance, and then take out your target and complete the contract, easy right? ” 

“ Yes but why do I need to wear…that? ” Lark motioned to the beautiful intricate gown. 

“ Because that is what you're being told to do--bury your feelings about Armando and wear the dress--and do not ruin it, it is not yours but House De Riva's, and I am expecting it back. ” 

Lark wanted to seethe but she knew better than to prod Viago too much. Resigned to her fate, she nodded. 

“ When do I leave? ” 

“ Tomorrow morning. Make sure you are up early, Lark, I mean it. Do not embarrass us. ” 

Lark rolled her eyes. “ Oh, how would House De Riva ever recover from my bad footwork on the dance floor?”  Sarcasm laced her tone. 

“ Don't get smart with me unless you wish to sleep in the canal. ” 

“ Tch. ” Lark wrinkled her nose. “ Is there anything else? " 

“ No, you're dismissed. ” Said Viago, which earned a chuckle from Teia. 

“ Don't let him rile you up, Lark, he means well. ” 

“ Oh does he? I had no idea. ” There was so much doubt in that statement, she was sure that Viago would be happy to see her dead or gone. She frowned and turned before walking away to her room. 

She couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to this contract and more to the assassination of the Marquis. A simple elimination of an opponent seemed like child's play.  She supposed she would know more once she got there, frowning, she slipped into her room and closed the door behind her. 

[liopleurodean]

Season 10, Episode 9: The Things We Left Behind

I can already tell the parallels are gonna be strong with this one

Oh. I know this episode.

...Dean?

I'm sorry. Transition center?

I like her already

Yikes

That can't be humane

Nice

I can't tell if she doesn't actually know how to throw a punch, or if she knows that's not productive

Claire Novak!

Looks like fun

Oh boy

Hi, Cas

Yeah, no kidding

This is gonna end so well

Yeah...

Poor Claire

Unfortunately not

By God, presumably

He wants to help you

Because he felt bad

That's a sucky thing to do

Something like that

This is why I hate the American childcare system

Anyone who says that is most certainly not living the dream

There's a lot that she needs

Cas.

This is great

It wouldn't go that quickly

The voice crack 😂

That's a long story

Exactly

Oh boy

That's actually a great way to put it

I'm sorry

Cas.

Actually, that works, because it sounds like a dad joke

Eh...

There's a whole lot more to it than that

Yeah, I figured

Yeah...

I love him. So very much. He's so ridiculous. Nobody laughs that hard at the 3 Stooges

Also the fact that, of all the things he could be watching/doing, he chose this

True

The beginning of the grilled cheese saga

Yes

Uh oh

...Cas?

The fun way!

Hello, Rowena

Like a dog

Yeah...

He won't believe you

Why would she do that?

And fries!

Thank Dean for that

Eh...

It's the truth

Free Will!

Aw.

But you shouldn't have to

He's got a point

She's gonna ditch

Yup, that was on purpose

Really, Cas?

This is great

Dang it, Claire

By, Claire

It definitely qualifies

Or a missing person?

Ouch

Come on, Dean

Let the Dad Mode™ kick in

In Dean's world

Something like that

That's fair

Claire is not one of them

But he can save Claire

I doubt that

Not great™

Hah! Liar

Yup

I'm not sure if he can

Oh, Dean...

Yikes

Better than silence

That's rough

She's his mother

Yeah...

Oh, Crowley

That's... that's really horrible

Is there a fun kind?

She has information

We know, Gerald

Dude.

That's interesting

This is suspicious

Awesome

Not really

Oh boy

That's not a crime

And here it is

I'm sorry, I just have to say--when I worked fast food, I could not WAIT to get my uniform off. There's no way I'd be having family dinner in a Weiner Hut costume

...what?

Oh boy

Cas.

Kinda hard to talk when you're choking

Claire, no...

Oh, thank goodness

And so it begins

She remembers

Yeah, well...

You won't do that

Claire...

She's... not exactly wrong

Oh, Claire...

Maybe

But he provides a home, and that confuses her

He's been there

Here we go

Battle of wills

I don't really believe that

That's arguably the funniest line in the entire series, I love Rowena

Not on purpose

Eh...

He's got a point

There's that 'blood' line again

I don't believe her

Yeah

But she's still got a point

Oh, Cas

Yeah, that's Chuck for you

Dean has... a complicated relationship with John

And Sam is having Thoughts™

Not a chance

That's not even remotely true. Don't gaslight yourself

Not as bad as the coasts

Weird

I forget that Metatron ruined Cas' pop culture experience :/

Oh, this'll be good

This is gonna be REALLY good

He got roofied

Oh please, you're predictable

That's because he's scary

That sounds about right

Yeah.

Oh, Dean

I guess...

Surprisingly

Yeah, that sounds like trouble

Uh oh

Claire. Don't do it

Wow

Ew

That's a lot

That's horrifying

Come on, man

Figures

Interesting

I'd believe it

That just proves it

Right

Yeah, figures

Hah! We know what that means

I need the soundtrack for this season

This won't end well

That's disgusting

Go Claire!

Hi, Cas

Rip that guy

Let her have this

Alright, time to go

Oh boy.

They will

Yeah, I know this scene.

You really don't

Aw

Dramatic slo-mo

Oh, Dean

Why did they bring her back inside?

Sam...

Oh, Dean...

[luveline]

Hiiii I’m the one who requested the Steve hickey fic, and I LOVED it!! You’re soooo incredible I’m obsessed <3 would you ever do a part 2? Maybe reader learning how to give Stevie a hickey back??? Love u xx

okay this is all your fault then love u to pieces ! best friend steve gets his hickey part one here but u don't have to read it

You can feel the heat from Steve's leg sinking into yours. Such a visceral sensation, it has to be real. You're not creative enough to imagine it. 

Tucked up at his side watching a movie on his big TV, you feel what's likely a one sided tension that won't fade. Present – almost burning – since he'd given you a neck full of hickies last week. 

They're all faded now but one, and thank god. Your friends had demanded to know where they'd come from and you hadn't been able to give them an answer, embarrassed. But Steve. 

"I gave 'em to her." 

He'd said it so casually. It had felt good at first that he wasn't ashamed for people to know what had happened, but then awful because the lunch club never shut up about anything. 

You laugh to yourself, remembering the looks of disgust, betrayal, and smugness, for some a mixture of the three. For Max, only betrayal. 

"What's funny, sleepyhead?" Steve asks, head held up by his hand, arms crossed over his chest. 

You pull your shoulder away from his. "Just…" He raises his eyebrows as if to say, go on. "Remembering Max's face. When you told them about the-" You gesture to your neck.

He grins but there's something strange about it. His fingers part, his pinky at one corner of his mouth, his marriage the other. 

"What reminded you?" he asks.

"Uh…" You smile and force yourself to laugh. "Nothing, really." 

You could swear he smirks.

It's gone as quick as it comes, and instead he nods and slouches down further into the couch. You worry for a second that he's upset but Steve looks as carefree as he usually does. His expression scrunches up at a bad action scene on screen and his hands search for the bowl of popcorn in your lap, his fingers brushing up the inside of your thigh. 

He mimes throwing popcorn at the screen. 

"Get out of here. Did you see that? Boom mic. Right there," he says. "Amateur hour." 

He tilts his head to the side as he talks, stretching. His neck clicks and he groans, loud. Loud loud. 

You bring your hand to your throat, poking at the last hints of your hickies, wondering if you can ask for more. If you should, if you could. If he would say yes.

"They're fading," Steve says. 

You wince, caught. 

"Dustin can finally stop looking at me like I've corrupted you," he says, grinning. 

"You did corrupt me." 

"That's not what you were saying when it happened." 

Like that, the teasing goes awry. You both quieten. 

"Sorry," Steve says awkwardly. "Sounded different in my head." 

"Not fully corrupted," you say. You're stitled, trying to be brave and not sounding anywhere near it. 

"No?" he asks.

"No, I- I still don't know how to. You know, how to give one." 

You realise you sound as hopeful as you feel; your words have a weight to them. An implication. You're basically begging him to let you kiss him. Or, to want you to kiss him. 

You don't want pity and you doubt Steve would give it to you. He doesn't look very pitying. Cheshire smile playing on his pretty mouth, a glint in his baby brown eyes. 

"You want to give me a hickey?" he asks. 

"If that's okay. I mean, you'll have to teach me how, 'cos I'm not kidding, Steve, I really don't know how to do it." 

"You want another demonstration, is that it? Babe, if you want me to bruise you up, you gotta tell me," he teases, voice sticky, saccharine sweet as he shuffles closer towards you. 

"That's not it," you say defensively, though it kind of is. His ability to read you for filth isn't new in your friendship, and like always you dig yourself a hole trying to prove him wrong. "I just don't wanna embarrass myself when I have to give one." 

"Who are you giving one to?" he asks. 

"You know. A guy." 

"A guy," he repeats dryly. He doesn't believe you and he shouldn't, but Steve's got a soft spot for you. He sighs, his skepticism melting away. "Okay. Sounds fun, babe. You can gimme a hickey." 

Steve doesn't mess around, taking the bowl from your lap and then leaning back. 

"Same as last time," he says. 

"You're not gonna sit in my lap?" you ask as you climb up on your knees. 

Steve takes your thigh into his hand. It feels foreign and not, his hand familiar, its position less so as he pulls your leg over his lap. You settle down, hands held to your navel. 

"Relax," he murmurs. Then, louder, "I can sit in your lap, if you want." 

Your laugh is a short fall from breathless as you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him close, pushing your lips into the soft hair at the top of his head. 

It's impossible to ignore the breadth and muscle of Steve's arms as they cross over your back. 

Your hands drift to the slip of skin at the back of his head, the top of his back. You push your fingertips under the neckline of his shirt and feel the bump of his spine. 

"C'mon," he says. You can hear his smile. 

You abandon his back and drop your weight back into his lap, stroking the hair away from his throat in a rush. His eyes are dark. Pretty, patient, and dark. 

He pulls your head to his neck. You brace yourself with a hand on his shoulder and hesitate, breath fanning over his skin in a hot wave. 

"Stevie, what do I-?" 

"Kiss me." 

Fingertips at your ear. A thumb brushing over your jaw.

"Kiss me," he says again. "It's easier than you think it is." 

You kiss his neck. Hesitant, you press your lips to him, part them a hair's width. You recall everything Steve had done, his teeth and how they dragged, the dampness to his mouthing, the half crescents he'd left behind. 

"Now just-" Steve's cut off by his breath hiking. Honest to god hiking as you start to suck. "Oh. You're…" 

His arms tighten around you. 

You finish up your hickey with a bite that's too hard. Steve hiccups – or something that sounds like it – and tugs you away. 

"Shit, Dracula," he hisses. 

You giggle nervously and take in what you've done, a red mark over his pale skin, the edges flowered in purple. "Sorry, Stevie. Really." 

"I kinda liked it. And uh, what's that saying? Practice makes perfect."

"You want another one?" you ask, surprised and excited. 

"Or let you go around maiming people?"

 Steve pulls a hand through his hair, lets it drop heavy on your shoulder. The look on his face melts you down, putty in his hands, his lap. 

"I'm sorry," you apologise again, looking at the tiny embeddings in his skin in mild horror.

Steve holds you by the neck, thumbs digging lightly into the column of your throat. He meets your gaze, his eyes skipping between one eye and then the other. You watch his pupils wobble. 

"How sorry?" 

"Really really sorry," you say, wrapping your fingers around his wrists.

"Kiss it better," he murmurs encouragingly. 

You try your best.

[green-socks]

Through His Eyes

Pairing: Rick Flag x (plus size)F!reader

Summary: You're feeling insecure about the way you look, but Rick is having none of that.

Words: ~1050

Warnings: insecurity, reader feeling bad about her body, some suggestive stuff at the end, me writing a new character

Notes: This got kicked off by a request from @lacontroller1991 but turned out very self-indulgent too lol. Hope you still like it! I put the 'plus size' in parentheses because the request was for that, but I feel like this doesn't focus on that aspect that much. I've been feeling a bit down lately so I let that fly a little, sorry for the wallowing :D

And to my usual tagged people: idk how you feel about colonel flag so you can totally ignore this!!

MASTERLIST

You have been feeling a little insecure for a few weeks now. These things came and went, you knew that, but this time it was lasting a bit longer. Usually you felt pretty good about yourself, but for a while now it was like all you could see were the flaws. It wasn’t a constant thought, just something that got you a little down sometimes when something prompted the feeling.

Like today, when your friend had taken a picture of you without you knowing, and you had just felt so ugly in it. They tried to tell you that you looked fine, but somehow you only saw something absolutely hideous - how did your boyfriend even stand to look at you every day if that’s how you look? And then when you got home and went to take a shower, you passed a mirror, which you normally barely even register, but this time it made you stop to stare at your reflection, disgust churning in your gut. You felt that you weren’t sexy like other women, you weren’t beautiful like other women. You knew it didn’t always feel like this; sometimes you looked at your reflection thinking damnn, nice. But at that moment it was hard to remember what it was that had made you compliment yourself before.

You kept going back to the photo your friend had taken, too stubborn to ask them to take it down, but it made you feel horrible. You sat on your bedroom floor with tears in your eyes, looking at the photo and thinking that if you stare at it long enough you would come to accept the ugliness you felt and live with it.

-

All those thoughts weigh heavy on your mind the rest of the evening as you’re getting ready for date night, and Rick notices your mood, of course.

“Sweetheart, is there something wrong?” he asks, looking at you a little worried.

“Not really. It’s stupid.”

“But somethin’ is botherin’ you?” he persists.

“I just- Won’t I look ugly in this? It probably doesn’t even fit,” you say, showing him the dress you were thinking of wearing that night.

“Well, it’s hard to tell until you put it on,” he points out. “But you could never look ugly, darlin’.”

“But what about my tummy? It just looks awful in everything. And my arms are too big! And I don’t think I even look feminine enough to pull this off, I don’t have the sexy body, and look at my hips, too - they just look weird,” you ramble on, facing the mirror in your closet door, pointing out different parts of yourself and telling him what was wrong with each of them.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna stop you now. There is nothing wrong with you. You don’t actually realize how perfect you are, do you?” he asks, getting up to come stand behind you.

“This “weird” part you pointed out? That’s because you have muscle there, and that just proves you’ve worked hard. I love seeing how strong your body is. And then about not looking feminine enough? What even is that? Look at yourself, honey. You are nothin’ but soft womanly curves everywhere,” he says firmly but gently.

You’re starting to tear up from his words, thinking how amazing it is that this incredible man thinks that way about you.

“You complain about your tummy? That’s just another soft curve of yours that I love. To me you are the whole package, everything I’ve ever wanted.”

You’re fully crying now, but smiling shyly, amazed at how different you look through Rick’s eyes. Maybe he has a point.

You turn around to wrap your arms around him, sniffling into his shirt, “Thank you, baby.”

He kisses your temple, stroking your back soothingly with his broad palms.

You know you’ll get these thoughts from time to time - everyone does, insecurities are a normal part of being human. But you hope you’ll remember Rick’s words next time you feel that way.

“Do you still feel like going out?” Rick asks softly.

“Yeah, we can go,” you nod.

“Go on then, show me the dress,” he urges.

You put it on but have to ask Rick for help to zip it up. The dress really is very pretty, and you remember thinking of Rick when you bought it, hoping he would like it. Once you have the dress on, you give a shy twirl in front of him, asking for his opinion (not quite trusting your own judgement of the mirror yet).

Rick makes a sound, something between a moan and a groan. “Damn, honey, you look.. real fuckin’ good.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that because of my meltdown earlier?” you ask, grimacing slightly.

“No, I’m not just sayin’ that,” he assures you, but doesn’t lift his gaze to meet your eyes, too busy letting his eyes roam all over your body.

You feel yourself get hot under the stare of his intense hazel eyes, but you know those eyes aren’t judging you for the faults you yourself see - they’re appreciating the shit out of every part of you.

“C’mon Rick, it isn’t that good,” you say, feeling flustered but pleased.

“Oh yeah?” He moves to stand behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him - and his erection.

“Feel that?” he asks, pushing his hips against you. “Still think I’m exaggeratin’?”

Your head feels fuzzy, and you can only shake your head a little.

“You don’t believe you make me want to rip this dress off you right now? You don’t believe you drive me crazy every damn day with the way you look?” he growls softly in your ear, nipping your earlobe between his teeth.

“I- I believe you, Rick,” you whisper, your breath picking up.

He cups your breasts in his hands, slowly starting to peel the dress off you.

“Weren’t we supposed to be leaving soon?” you pant, leaning your head against his broad chest, giving him better access.

“We can eat later, right now I wanna get you out of this dress and show you how much I love your body,” he murmurs, leading you to the bed.

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tagsies: @writeforfandoms @starlightmornings @lorecraft @niki-xie @salome-c @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange @mylovelycomandante @knivesareout

[mimisempai]

I love you every ways you are

Summary:

Loki is injured in a mission in which Mobius did not know he was involved. When he finds Loki unconscious in the medical wing of the TVA, he is surprised to see him in his Jotun form... how will he react?Tumblr request : Mobius sees Loki in his Jotun form and comforts him.

This request was a godsend, I had been saying to myself for several times that I absolutely wanted to write a scene where Lobius sees Loki in his Jotun form, it's done and Mobius is as always, adorable.

I wish everyone to meet at least one person who loves us in all our forms.💕

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32731816

1308 words - Rating G

Mobius was finishing up signing off on some papers when HB popped into his office.

"Mobius! I need you to come to the medical ward, it's... it's Loki."

"What?! Loki?!" He stood up quickly and followed her, almost running.

"HB tell me! What's wrong?"

"We were on a mission and -"

"What mission?! Loki never told me he was going on the field today!"

HB looked sheepish and guilty.

"We really needed him and his... special talents. Loki agreed on the only condition that you were not told."

"What?!" Mobius felt like he was going from bad surprise to bad surprise. "But why?"

"Mobius, I can't tell you... you'll find out... when you see Loki, I can't tell you more. He wouldn't want me to."

"But how bad is it? How is he?"

"He has a concussion and is unconscious, but the prognosis is good."

"What do you mean by concussion?!"

They had arrived in front of the room where Loki was supposed to be, HB put her hand on Mobius' arm to try to calm him down, "I'll explain when we get to the room" seeing that Mobius didn't want to give up, she added, "Please Mobius..."

Mobius, clearly upset, nodded and they entered the room.

They approached the bed where he could see his lover lying down.

When he got closer, he couldn't hold back a gasp.

Loki was in his frost giant form.

Mobius came even closer.

He could now distinguish the blue skin. Loki's hands, resting on the white sheet, were bringing out that special shade of blue.

He had already seen Loki's appearance as a frost giant in the TVA files, but seeing him in the flesh had something unreal, almost magical.

Yet it was his Loki, the fine features of his face, his long fingers, his long black curls.

Mobius could not resist the impulse to touch him.

He delicately took Loki's hand in his own. At first he was surprised by the coldness of the skin, but nothing that he could not bear.

The only thing that distressed him was that the hand was inanimate in his.

The door to the room opened and Mobius gently let go of the hand to turn to the doctor who had just entered.

"Are you..." the visibly embarrassed doctor didn't seem to have how to address their relationship.

"I'm his partner, at work and in life." Mobius replied in a firm voice.

"Um... alright... uh... let me first reassure you that your... companion is fine. He has not suffered any damage from his concussion and he should wake up any minute now. All that's left to do is wait. You can stay with him as long as you need to. Let the nurses know if anything changes."

Mobius nodded and thanked the doctor, who excused himself and left, leaving Mobius and HB with the still unconscious Loki.

Mobius pulled out a chair, placed it next to the bed and sat down. He took Loki's hand in his, stroking the back of his hand with his thumb and looking at Loki's face with a worried look.

A hand came to rest on her shoulder and gently squeezed it.

"Mobius, it will be alright, Loki is strong."

Mobius nodded then asked softly, "HB, what happened, and why didn't I know about this mission?"

"The Void Research Team reported to us that a frost giant was hiding, and they didn't want him to think of them as the enemy. Their goal being to save any variants that might have survived. Loki found out about this and offered to help, by taking his frost giant form, provided that you didn't know about it. We agreed because we had no better solution. Everything went well, Loki had managed to "tame" the ice giant, but one of the team members -who was already sanctioned I promise you-, made a sudden movement that scared the frost giant who in a defensive movement sent Loki flying, hence his concussion. Everything is back to normal now."

"Except for Loki..." muttered Mobius.

"I'm so sorry Mobius, I'm sure he'll wake up soon." replied HB, squeezing his shoulder again before continuing, "I have to get back to work, let me know if he wakes up."

Mobius simply nodded his head.

Once HB was out, he moved even closer and pushed a strand of Loki's hair back behind his ear and asked, his voice hoarse with emotion, "Sweetheart, why...why did you hide it from me?"

The hand in his quivered slightly.

"Loki?"

The hand moved slightly again.

"Yes, that's right sweetheart, wake up..."

He saw the eyelids flutter and slowly open on the scarlet pupils.

Then as consciousness slowly returned, he saw surprise and then panic come to dull the brilliance of Loki's beautiful eyes.

"Mo- Mobius... What are you doing here?"

Loki squirmed, trying to remove his hand from Mobius' and turning his head to the side.

"Loki...? What's wrong?"

Without turning his head and still trying to free his hand, Loki whispered, "I... didn't want... you to see me like this..."

"What?" Sweetheart please look at me, and answer me, why didn't you want me to see you like this?"

Loki shook his head and did not answer.

Mobius took the cold chin firmly, and turned Loki's face towards him. Loki clenched his eyes shut, refusing to meet Mobius' gaze.

Mobius said softly, "Loki, please open your eyes and answer me."

Loki whispered, his voice broken, still without opening his eyes, "I am a monster, how can you look at me and touch me, when I look like this?"

Mobius, not letting go of his grip, answered in the same gentle tone, "The same way I touch and look at you every day, sweetheart.

"How could y-"

"Open your eyes and see that I am not lying to you," Mobius continued gently.

Loki swallowed and slowly opened his eyes.

He gasped as he faced Mobius' gaze, for it was a gaze in which he read no rejection, no disgust, no dislike, just love and awe.

"I... I don't understand... I never... never... how..." Loki stammered, completely unable to believe anything he read in Mobius' eyes.

"Loki... even in this form you are you, how could I not love you? These fingers..." He gently kissed Loki's fingers one by one, " These are yours, this face and these eyes..." He delicately traced the features of Loki's face with his fingertips, "these are yours, and this heart..." he leaned over and placed a kiss in the middle of Loki's chest, "this is yours. Loki's heart. How could I not love it?"

"You... you mean it?"

Mobius took Loki's hand and placed two fingers on his own temple, then said softly, "Look for yourself in my head, if my words are not enough for you."

Loki shook his head and replied, "No, I believe you. As incredible as it is, I believe you."

The red pupils were filled with disbelief and something akin to wonder.

Moving his hand to Mobius' cheek, Loki whispered with a broken voice, "Every time I've done something, or said something that I think will drive you away from me, every time you prove me wrong and show me how worthy I am. You're the first one to do that for me. You're the first to break through my darkness."

Mobius placed a light kiss on his trembling lips and said as he pulled back, "It's about time someone did." He grasped Loki's hand again and said with a wink, " The only thing I miss now is Loki's smile."

Mobius was delighted to see probably one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen on Loki's lips.

A smile that said the happiness of being accepted.

A smile that said happiness to love and be loved.

A smile that said nothing but happiness.

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Whole series of oneshots here : X

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

[jaycewrites-192000]

Growl: Chapter 5

Warnings: None

Tags: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman

Your P.O.V

I wasn't really feeling class today, well at least one of them, and the worst on in my opinion. So I decided to hide out in the gym, none of the team would be there this early in the day so it was perfect. I walked into the gym, not expecting to see Kyotani, he was practicing alone. "W-what are you doing here?" I curse myself for shuttering like I did. Kyotani turned to me, the same angry expression on his face. "Didn't feel like going to class." He tells me before going back to what he was doing. "Oh, guess the same goes for me." I say as I stepped into the gym and closing the door. "Do you want me to pass you a few?" I might as well do something while I hide from class. "Sure." Kyotani tossed me the volleyball, much lighter than he normally would. I was sure it would knock the wind out of me as well as break a rib if he threw it at his normal speed.

I try my best to remember how to properly serve a volleyball, but while doing so I mess up, and the ball went lopsided and way off track. Kyotani chuckled before picking up the ball. "Sorry..." I rub the back of my neck. 'His laugh is cute...' I think, feeling my cheeks turn red. "I never even touched a volleyball until recently. Maybe you can show me how it's done? But like, not the whole slapping the air out of the ball." I giggle. "Right. It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it." Kyotani holds the ball up. "Watch carefully." He tosses the ball up and hits it over the net as soon as it was in line with his hand. After a few more tries, I finally got it down. "Whoa! I actually did it!" Why did I get so hyped about that? It's just a ball and a net. But, it felt strangely rewarding. I turned to Kyotani, who's harden expression lightened a bit. I suddenly felt the awkwardness close in. "So uh, why did you skip class?" I asked. Kyotani shrugged. "Just didn't feel like going. What about you?"

"I didn't like the class I had. It was really boring." I tell him. Kyotani hummed in response. God I hate this, don't kill the conversation you idiot! Say something, anything! "Do you have a dog? I remember you said you liked them?" I question. "Shiba. His name is Killer." Well, I was wrong about the intimidating dog part, by the name makes up for it. "I wish I had a dog. My mom doesn't really allow dogs in our house, she says they make things messy." Kyotani looked less than pleased by that, I couldn't blame him. Dogs did make things messy sometimes but everything else about them made up for it. "You...you can come over to my place, to see my dog that is...If you want." Kyotani murmurs. I could have sworn I saw a tiny blush on his face. My heart did a flip. "O-ok! That sounds nice." I smile. The sound of the bell interrupted the nice moment we were having. With a sigh I grab my bag. "I should get going. I have class with Iwaizumi next." Kyotani nods. "I wouldn't make him angry if I were you." He says. "Right? He'll have my head if he finds out I'm skipping." I laugh. "Well, uh-"

"I'll come get you after class." Kyotani cuts me off. I smile softly and nod. "Ok, I'll be waiting." With that, I left the gym. The entire walk to class I couldn't stop thinking about Kyotani. My heart just wouldn't stop thumping. "I can't believe I have a crush on him."

"Have a crush on who L/n-Chan~?"

"Ah! Shittykawa don't sneak up on me like that!" I snap. "And I don't have a crush on anyone, dummy." I mutter. "That's a lie! Come on, tell me! Tell me, tell me, tell meeeee!"

"No! Shut up!"

"Oh wait! L/n-Chan~.Could it be you have feelings for me after all?" Oikawa smirks.

"Not if your life depended on it." I growl. "Now leave me alone or I'll have Iwaizumi beat your ass." I walked into class. "Keep lying to yourself L/n-Chan. You can't hide from your true feelings!"

"Iwaizumi!!"

"No wait, I take it back! I take it back!!"

Normal P.O.V

You waited by the school gates for Kyotani, still your heart was beating wildly at the thought of walking with him to his home. While it was a nice feeling, the feeling of liking someone, it was also scary. You weren't sure if this was such a good idea deep down, sure you've had crushes when you were a kid, but never on this level. What if he didn't feel the same? You would end up getting your hopes up just for your heart to be broken. What was it about Kyotani that made you want to chase this feeling? You've only known him for a little while, and yet you've fallen for him. "I guess I'll find out." You say aloud. "Find out what?" You turn to see Kyotani, his school bag slung over his shoulder. "Uh, find out how I'm going to convince my mom to let me get a dog." You lie. He seemed to have bought it, as he didn't press you further. Oikawa could learn a lot from him. "You ready?" He asks. "Yep." You smile walking beside him. Once again, the walk was silent. You didn't know what to say, your mind was swarming with different thoughts, you couldn't focus on just one. You stole a few glances from Kyotani, handsome as always. And like always, you couldn't tell what was on his mind. It was like he was annoyed by everything all the time, why was he always so on edge? So angry?

"You know." You started. "The first time I saw you, I thought you were going to murder me." Kyotani glances at you curiously. "You looked so furious that I bumped into you, and...you growled? What was up with that?" You asked. "...I do that sometimes...a bad habit." He says under his breath. "Oh. Well, I guess it fits your nickname. Mad Dog." Kyotani nods. "Yeah. Guess so." You look up and notice the way you two were walking. "Hey, I live by here." You say. "Just a few houses down."

"Oh yeah? I live just down the street from there. Guess we lived close to each other this whole time." Kyotani shrugs. "I wonder why I never saw you."

"Yeah same."

Fuck this was awkward.

Your P.O.V

We made it there sooner than we thought, thank god. Kyotani was right, he only lived a short way away from me. "We're here." Kyotani takes out his keys unlocking his door before stepping in. "My mom won't be back until later today." I followed in after him and took a second to admire the interior of the house. It was pretty decent. Not less than a second later, I heard the sound of rapid tapping. It was getting closer and closer. Barking followed my ears as a shiba dog ran up to me. I braced myself invade he would pounce on me, but instead he just stood before me and wagged his tail. He barked again, wanting my attention. "Take it easy Killer." Kyotani pet his head. Killer licked Kyotani's hand a few times and barked again. "This is Killer? But he's so sweet!" I crouched down to his height. Killer sniffed at my hand before licking it. "Don't let that fool you. Killer can be a cold blooded canine." I couldn't tell if he was joking or not, either way, this dog was adorable. "Aw, who's a cute little beast? Huh?" I pet his fluffy cheeks, Killer barks in response as if he were answering me. "Yeah! It's you boy!" I giggle.

Normal P.O.V

Kyotani watches as you continue to fawn over his dog. He had to admit. It was pretty cute...but really he meant you were pretty cute. And it was weird. Not weird that you were pretty cute. Weird because, he's never cared enough to think of someone as pretty or cute. "So uh, since you're here, you wanna like, do something? I invited you over after all." Kyotani puts his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall. You look up from Killer. "Oh uh, sure." You stand back up and straighten out your skirt. "What did you have in mind?"

"Follow me." Kyotani walks further into the house and up the stairs, you and Killer followed. He lead you to his room, inside, was exactly what you thought it would look like. There were some pink posters here and there, his bed was a little messy, and was that a bass guitar in the corner of his room? "You play bass?" You questioned. "Yeah, occasionally." Kyotani walked over to his desk and played some music, it was a little loud from the last time he played it. He turned it down enough for you both continue talking. Kyotani then went to his bed and flopped down on it, his arms behind his head. Killer jumped on his bed and laid down. "Come on, stop standing there and sit down."

"O-oh right." You walked over to his bed and sat next to him. "Sorry for being so weird. I just, never thought that you would be so opened to me. I really thought you hated me." Kyotani kept his eyes on the ceiling. "I abs not opened up to you. Trust me." He eyed you. "And I didn't hate you, but yeah, this is a little weird. I didn't think I would befriend you this easily. I don't do that often, as you can imagine."

"What about the guys on the team?" You asked. "I tolerate them." Kyotani mutters, his face scrunched up in disgust. You giggled. "So you must really tolerate me to let me into your home, huh?" Kyotani turns his head away from you, he was silent for a moment before letting out a quiet. "Sure." You smile softly and leaned back until you were laying in your back like him. "So I've been wondering. Why do you respect Iwaizumi so much? Other than him just being your senior. He's not even the captain, and yet you listen to him more than Oikawa."

"Iwaizumi...he's cool I guess. He's good at a lot of things, he proved it to me when I challenged him." He answers. "And Oikawa is just stupid."

"Couldn't agree more!" You laugh. Kyotani laughed along with you. You turn your head towards him. "You're pretty cool to, Kyotani." Kyotani clicked his tongue. "Whatever. I should be saying that to you, you're my senior too you know?" You chuckled. "Yeah but, I haven't done anything that special. I hand out towels, and you play a sport. And you play it well too."

Kyotani finally met your gaze, all seriousness present in his eyes. "If we didn't have you, our team would be a hot mess. You're like...the team mom I guess? You keep everything in check, and that's pretty cool." You felt your cheeks turn red. "O-oh. Thanks Kyotani." You stutter. "I mean it. Thanks for being out manager L/n." There it goes again, your heart beat getting louder. It was driving you crazy. Not to mention you both were only a few inches apart, you could really see every detail of Kyotani's face. His intense golden eyes, his flawless tan skin, his perfect jawline. He wasn't just looks either. In this moment, he made you feel really special. When you first met him, you never thought that he could be this nice to someone. It was like everything about him was so...perfect.

"Kyotani..." You say softly, leaning ever so closer to him. You watched him carefully, making sure he was comfortable with what you were doing. It seemed so, as he didn't pull away from you. Just as your lips were about to brush against his own, the door to his room opened. "Kentaro, I thought I told you to take out the trash while I was gone-Oh!" A older woman who resembled Kyotani was standing in the doorway. You and Kyotani both sat up quickly. "My my, is this a new friend of yours?" The woman smirked.

"Ma!" Kyotani yelled. "I told you know before coming into my room!" His face was bright red. "Oh hush. Introduce this young lady." Kyotani rolled his eyes. "She's my senior, L/n Y/n." He mutters. "Nice to meet you young lady." Kyotani's mom smiles. "You call me Kaori."

"N-nice to meet you too." You nod. "I'm so glad my son actually made a friend, and your so pretty too! Proud of ya boy!" Kaori laughs. "I swear to god..." Kyotani murmurs. "How would you like to stay for dinner Y/n?"

"Oh, that sounds nice but, my mother is expecting me to be home tonight. Maybe next time?" Kaori gives you a thumbs up. "Sounds like a plan. Don't forget to invite her over next time Kentaro. And walk her home, it's getting late."

"Yeah yeah. Sure." Kyotani gets up. You followed Kyotani out of his room, his mom silently cheering her son on.

Kyotani had walked you home, which was only a short way from his own home. "I had a good time. Thanks again Kyotani." You give him a soft smile. "Yeah. It was problem. And sorry about my mom she can be really pushy, you don't have to come over again if you don't want to." You shook your head. "No it's fine. I'd like to come over again, uh if that's ok with you of course."

"It's cool with me." Kyotani said with a slight nod. "Sounds like a plan then. Well, I'll see you later. Goodnight."

"Night."

You waved before walking into your home. You sighed heavily as you lean back against the door. "Holy shit, I'm in love..."

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[cottoncandyjester]

My toy (yandere Sugawara x male reader)

Prompt: a boys night out landed with the karasuno boys hanging at a perverted adult host club, with you being their host for the night but suga doesn't like the attention it's giving you

This story contains: toxic yandere behavior, sprinkle of degrading, male reader in knee high socks and panties, anal sex, timeskip sugawara

Sugawara watched as you bent over daichi's lap wiggling your ass before looking back at the dark haired male seeing his face fluster as he watched you, your skirt rising up and exposing your pretty pink panties.

Suga wasn't sure they chose a place like this to hang out, maybe it was cause of the drinks or the cute boys but seeing you behave in such a way to someone other than him made him want to bash daichi's stupid head in.

They could have chose any club but nope they had to go the one you worked at, you were his and his old teammates were just drooling as you laid across the male's lap talking to hinata who was busy feeding you pocky since you didn't mind too much and touching like this was allowed as long as you were alright with it.

Sugawara knew exactly what this place was, the familiar smell of sweetness made his head spin as memories of coming here after a hard day of work flooded him, he met you here and fell in love as soon as he ssaw you. Your theme was that you crossdressed and was the most physical host here when it came to clients.

Sugawara could remember all those soft kisses you would plant on his cheeks as you sat in his lap, he never saw you kiss any other clients so it was obvious you like him the most. Even if you didn't it didn't matter cause in his eyes you were all his, this was making his blood boil!

"hey [y/n], can you sit in my lap next? I'm feeling neglected over here!"

Nishinoya's loud voice made suga flinch as he watched you move from daichi now walking over and plopping down in nishinoya's lap feeling his arms wrap around your waist and his hands played with those frilly knee high socks you wore, his fingers trailing around the fabric as you struck up a conversation with yamaguchi now who was just sprouting compliment after compliment.

Stop it. They are mine, so back the fuck up.

I found them first

Back the hell up!

Suga's thoughts on a his brain and he shot up fast when he saw you plan a kiss onto nishinoya's cheek causing him to blush and grin widely.

Sugawara's breathing became heavy as he watched your expression turn to confusion and he tried to relax himself before he did something stupid, with a shaky laugh the male rubbed the back of his neck as he innocently smiled your way.

"sorry, can you show me to the bathroom? Sorry again for bothering you"

"hm? It's fine, follow me"

You hopped up and walked towards the back soon walking to the male bathroom but you were not expecting to be yanked inside but before you can sfream suga slammed you against the wall his hand covering your mouth.

"you're so rude, y'know? Cheating is such a bad trait"

Suga uncovered your mouth his hands now busy throwing your shirt and skirt off your body as you tried to push him away with a shaky breath. You were confused, scared, and disturbed all rolled into one but the look in suga's eyes told you he was serious

"c-cheat? What are you talking about?"

"we both know you're mine, yet you act like a slut with the others? Did you want to fuck them or something?! How disgusting"

That sugary sweet tone suga normally uses was gone and replaced with a tone only described as rage and disgust. All those months of being an angel to you and this is how you repay him?

He honestly didn't want to be sweet anymore since that clearly wasn't working, suga yanked you away from the wall now dragging you by your hair to the sink and he forced you to bend off his eyes landing on your panties.

"you always dress so cute like a little doll, I don't want anyone else to see you like this, guess you'll have to quit your job. I hated the fact that you worked here anyways, if you needed attention you can come to me"

"b-but we aren't da- Ah!"

Your words turned Into a shocked moan as suga slapped your ass watching it start to redden as his slid your underwear down, he licked two of his fingers before shoving one inside of you with a low hum.

"I could be so sweet to you, a true sweetheart but you have to do everything I say baby. After all, why would you ever need to work when I could provide for you?"

His sweet tone returned as he leaned in close his chest against your back and his mouth hot against your ear while he pumped his finger in and out of your tight asshole, your small moans making him even harder than he already was.

"when i first saw you, I thought you were so beautiful. You were wearing that white dress and cute heels, you looked like an angel. We talked for hours and I was then that I wanted you, it was impossible to not follow you outside of work to see if you are the same and it's amazing how vulnerable you are, like a frail baby"

Suga's voice was getting more and more excited as he spoke, he shoved his second finger inside of you making sure to kiss your neck when you gasped and whined from his forceful touch.

"shhhh, I'm speaking don't be a rude boy. As I was saying, you were absolutely perfect. I thought of so many different ways to make you mine, I was going to do it tonight but things turned out to be different. thats okay, cause you're mine now and I'll prove that to them don't worry"

Your mind was starting to zone his words out but the feeling of his fingers pulling back and the sound of him unbuckling his pants made you tense up as you now struggled only for suga to reach out and grip your waist with one arm tightly, as he lined his throbbing cock up with youe hole he could hear your tiny whimpers.

"aw are you nervous baby? Is it your first time? What a sweetie! It's okay, I'll try to not make it hurt but I can't promise that"

"p-please.. we can't do-"

Suga cut out off by moving his hand around your waist to touch your hard cock, he smiled against your neck as he slowly pushed himself inside you with a shaky breathing.

"you shouldn't complain about this when you're just as hard as I am, you love it so much I can feel your precum just oozing out of your tip, after all it's natural for lovers to make sweet love even if it's in public"

As suga started to move in and out of you, your complaints and pleas for him to stop slowly transformed into moans and begging for him to keep going, this was so wrong but you found yourself filled with pleasure as suga slammed his cock deep into your hole hitting your prostate to the point where you were seeing stars.

"a-ah! Please s-sugawara! Harder!"

"ngh, baby it's koushi, say my name we're lovers now after all"

You ignored his lovers comment since you just wanted him to keep going so you decided to just play along, moaning his name to the point where he snapped.

Hearing you mewl out his name like that only proved that you were in fact his so he couldn't help but grip your hips now mercilessly slamming in and out of you before his mouth found its way digging into your neck.

"g-going to cum! Please! Ahhh don't stop!"

Your cute pleas was music to suga's ears and he knew he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, this was way too good for him and his head was blanking as he felt his own climax building up.

"fuck- baby I'm going to cum inside, yeah you want me to do that! You want me to fill you up like the slutty boy you are"

Your eyes rolled back and drool rolled down your cheek as your moans became loud cries and before you know it both you and suga cummed, you could feel your ass being filled with hot cum as you bucked your hips and cummed both in the floor and yourself.

The room soon filled with heavy breathing as suga pulled out and simply slid your panties back up making sure not a drip of cum spilled out. He turned you around before trapping you into his arms with his eyes locking with yours as his tine became low

"we are going to go back out there and you are going to stay in my lap, give me all your attention. After it's time to go you'll be coming home with me, you are my boyfriend after all so it's normal okay?"

A feeling of dread filled you as you stared into suga's dark and serious eyes but his chsrming smile for some reason was the thing that terrified you the most.

[letteredlettered]

First things first, you're such an amazing writer. Your style is incredible and your writing begs to be read. How was the journey to get there? Did you ever struggle with feeling like what you wrote was bad? If so, how did you get over that? I've been writing for a while and I have a hard time knowing if my writing is actually terrible or if I'm just insecure. Do you have any advice?

Oh, my anonymous friend, I am not over that.

I remember hanging out with some fic authors once, and we were all talking about hating things we were writing. We were all nodding along in agreement, and I mentioned how mortifying it is to me when someone likes something I wrote that I don’t like, and how difficult it is to respond to them. The nodding stopped. Someone finally said, “So . . . you mean . . . you’re talking about your posted fics?”

To this day I can’t quite figure out whether they were shocked that I would post something I wrote that I thought was bad, or whether they were shocked because, well, some of these fics I've written that I think are bad are popular, and how could I hate them if they were popular?

I’m saying this to illustrate that for some people, this feeling of being a bad writer doesn’t go away, no matter how much you write, or how hard you work, or how many people tell you you write well. For one thing, being “good” is subjective. It’s not an objective truth. Facts can’t be used to prove it. For another thing, if you’re like me, what other people think doesn’t matter nearly as much as what you yourself think, and in the end, convincing yourself is the hardest task. There are published authors far better than me who felt like their writing was not good enough. Sometimes even just knowing I was in such company made me feel a little better.

Another comfort people will give, or advice, I suppose, is “keep writing!” Often this advice comes without real discussion of what this will accomplish. When it is discussed, people say if you write more, you’ll get better, and that will somehow build your confidence. That’s not how it works for me. I have kept writing; I do think I’ve gotten better as a writer. I still think almost everything I write is bad at one point or another, and moving past that self-loathing and disgust is quite difficult.

However, for me, “keep writing!” with the added advice of “keep posting!” actually did have some impact. When I forced myself to finish something I did not think was good, and then forced myself to post it, it was not the praise or kudos that helped. A lot of stuff I wrote didn’t get that much attention for a long while. Some stuff I write still doesn’t. No, it was the actual fact that I didn’t self-destruct from sheer mortification that was bolstering to me. I wrote something bad, and people read it; the world still turned; no one hated me; the writing professor I had in college who told me they wasted my time reading my writing eventually taught through the end of the semester; I graduated; I winced when I remembered my fics, and I still wanted to write. All the time.

The act of finishing things, and putting into the world what felt like garbage, didn’t actually hurt anyone. It didn’t even hurt me that much. I simply became inured to the fact that I was bad, and I kept doing it anyway. Sometimes people even say I’m bad, and . . . the experience just isn’t that bad. It hurts; you move on. It helps to know that nothing you write is going to cause the end of your world.

One way I became inured that really helped to force myself to write was fests. Lots of fests have deadlines. Most fests I participated in in Harry Potter fandom were hardcore. The mods would come after you if you did not produce, and make you feel extreme guilt if you didn’t write something, because then someone would have to pinch hit, and that puts the mods and pinch hitter in a tough position, and the person in the exchange might not get The Best Gift, and wow it was so much pressure. But I really forced myself to finish some stories I would have otherwise hated too much to complete, and the experience of posting them reminded me that it wasn’t the most awful thing in the world to be a bad writer. So, I recommend things that are going to pressure you and push you to work through that lack of self-confidence to produce something anyway, because it really can help.

As far as my remaining advice, I learned to quit.

Everyone tells you not to quit, but in my opinion, quitting is an important and valuable skill. When something you are writing is so painful to you that you feel physically ill trying to work on it, maybe just don’t do it. Maybe remember why you’re here, and why you’re doing this. If it’s for comments or kudos or popularity I can’t help you, because I don’t identify with you or really understand you, but I hope you make it and wish you the best. But if you’re writing because you love it and feel better when you do it and can’t get it out of your system--if it’s not making you feel that way; if it’s making you sick instead of well; if it’s making you hate it instead of love it--just don’t do it. Write something that will make you happy. Quit the bad thing and do the thing you want.

I am sometimes too fond of quitting. There really is something to be said for forcing yourself to finish something you don’t like. You still learn from it, you get another dose of being inured to your own mortification and lack of self confidence; sometimes you get that little ego boost of at least Having A Story, even if you hate it. But sometimes you really just need to let go and remember why you’re doing this.

I’m so glad you like my writing and I am deeply moved that you value it enough to ask me these questions. The last thing I will say is that writing is not about creating a masterpiece. It’s about expressing yourself, exposing yourself, giving of yourself. Reading is not about praising something well done; it’s about finding something that speaks to you. It’s about about finding someone who can reach out to where you are sitting and gently lean against you, or take your hand, or ever so carefully open your eyes. Do you worry about making a perfect speech to your best friend? Don’t make perfect speeches to readers. One of them is your best friend you haven’t met yet.

[radiorenjun]

I Don't Need It. i

• Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

• Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

• Na Jaemin despised the idea of soulmates, he wanted to fight against fate for choosing his soulmate for him. Even if it means his stubborn childhood best friend wouldn't stop trying to make him accept about the similar tattoos on their wrists.

• Masterlist here!

• Chapters: i, ii

"Hey Jaemin?" you said, not looking up from your bucket filled with sand. "Yeah?" your friend replied, sitting down infront of you, sand moving everywhere from the impact. You flipped the bucket over, tapping it with your palms and the end of the plastic shovel.

"Do you think my soulmate is just gonna be like Daddy?" you asked, creating sand walls with your palm as Jaemin set up mini towers beside the bucket with his little cup. "Soulmate? Gross," his face scrunched up in disgust, sticking his tongue out which caused you to giggle.

"You're gonna have one, too, dummy!" your hands grabbed one of your stuffed animals and throwing it at him. "Yeah, but I don't wanna." he pouted, grabbing the shovel beside you to fill another bucket with the sand around you, putting your stuffed animal aside.

"Why not?"

"Cause it's stupid."

"It's not stupid!"

You look up at him with a pout, looking at Jaemin who's eyes was filled with anger. "Why?" you asked, pulling your bucket to reveal a perfectly made sand castle. "It's stupid how we can't choose our soulmates." he whined.

"Why?" you asked again, in the same calm tone as you decorated your sandcastle with tiny figurines of your latest favorite cartoon. "I want to choose myself." he ran his hand through the sand, picking a pile up with his palm before letting it pour out in between his fingers.

"I want to choose my soulmate." he stated after a sigh, looking at you with his lips sucked in between his teeth as you gave him a sweet understanding smile. "Dont you, Y/n?" he asked, making you look up at him with a small questioning hum.

"Don't you wanna choose your soulmate, too?" he asked. "Me?" you asked, pointing a finger at yourself, making him nod. You grabbed your tigger plushie and hugged it to yourself, "I want to. So bad. Mommy says soulmates are the ones that make you happy, and would protect you when Mommy and Daddy aren't around. And would always be with you forever and ever," you gushed.

You paused as you hugged your plushie tight, "I would do anything to meet my soulmate." you sighed dreamily. "I think Tigger might be your soulmate," Jaemin teased. "I wish." you stuck your tongue and blew a raspberry teasingly at him, making him laugh.

"But Mommy says Tigger can't have a tattoo when he's 16 years old." you whined, looking at your plushie with your lips pursed. "See! This is why I don't want a soulmate." Jaemin huffed, raising his arms out at you before crossing them against his chest dramatically.

"I thought you said you want to choose your soulmate," you smiled, nuzzling your head against Tigger. Jaemin frowned, kicking some sand off the soles of his shoes, "That too." he grumbled under his breath.

"Even if your soulmate was me?" you asked teasingly, poking your cheek with your hand to act cute. The boy let out a giggle, throwing your plushie that was previously thrown at him to you. "Especially you!"

His words made you frown, your bottom lip sticking out. "Meanie! Na Jaemin is a meanie!" you whined before looking at your Tigger plush. "Tigger, Jaemin is a big meanie. He's not my soulmate. My soulmate would make me happy, not be mean to me." You announced dramatically as Jaemin stuck his tongue out with a teasing smile.

"For now, you're my soulmate, Tigger! Tigger makes me happy all the time!" you grinned widely as Jaemin laughed. "Tigger can't be your soulmate, y/n!!" he laughed, clutching his stomach at your weird antics.

"Yes he can! And he's a better soulmate than you'll ever be, Jaemin! Soulmates make each other happy all the time, not be mean to them!" you turned your head away from Jaemin dramatically, making Jaemin snort.

You were six years old when you found out Jaemin didn't want a soulmate. At least, a soulmate that was chosen for him. You didn't think he was serious, thinking it was merely just a phase that he would eventually get over and accept reality.

You were thirteen years old when you're beginning to think otherwise.

"Jaemin!!" you exclaimed, running up to him and hopping as you lay your hands on his shoulders, startling the boy. "How's my favorite bestfriend?" you grinned, tilting your head as you watch Jaemin chuckle softly at you.

"Im your only bestfriend, loser." he stated casually causing your smile to drop. "Damn, do you always have to ruin my mood? That is no way to speak to your precious best friend." you tutted, waving your index finger at him, making the boy giggle as he rolled his eyes.

"It's my job as a bestfriend to turn your life upside-down right?" he grinned as he shut his locker, walking by your side to your class. "Yeah, you're definitely not my soulmate." you stated in a monotone voice, your lips pursed dramatically.

"Could you stop talking bout soulmates for just a second?" he groaned loudly, tilting his head back in frustration. You grinned, "right, I forgot your sister found hers already. Must suck to hear how everyone in your family isn't single no more." you teased.

"Oh shut up, you're single too. Idiot." he sassed, gently flicking your forehead which caused you to let out a small yelp. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." you pouted, rubbing the slightly sore spot on your forehead as you continued to walk down the crowded halls.

"You still on that 'I'll reject my soulmate when I meet them' phase?" you mumbled, "this phase feels like its gonna last a whole lifetime, God." you continued as Jaemin let out an exasperated sigh. "It's not a phase, Y/n." he stated.

You raised your brow questioningly at your best friend, "you sure you won't change your mind?" you asked. You saw him nod without meeting your eyes, determined to keep his word. "Alright, dang, I feel bad whoever gets to be your soulmate." you chuckled.

"You're still love struck bout finding them? You got three years left til you actually get your tattoo. What's the rush?" he grinned after a moment of silence. You raise your eyebrows, "there's no rush. I just." you sighed, looking down at your two feet, your shoelaces both tied to a tight knot.

"I really really want to meet them." you sucked in your lips, hearing Jaemin let out a chuckle. "No kidding, y/n." he joked which made you glare at him. "I'm serious." you said, looking into his eyes with full seriousness to prove to him that you're actually that hyped up.

"I really really want to meet them. " you spoke. "My parents always show so much love for each other and they just make the concept seem so exciting. My mom says meeting your soulmate makes you feel whole and you can't stop yourself from smiling when you're around them." you explained.

"It's something you don't understand." you grinned, booping his nose which caused him to let out a small laugh. "Yeah, because I'm mostly sick of seeing my folks being all lovey dovey infront of me. Now I have my sister doing it," he scrunches his face in disgust.

"No matter, soulmates make each other happy. I'm sure mine is no different." you rolled your eyes, "your soulmate would just spend the rest of their lives being rejected by your stubborn ass," you nudged his side, making him smile. "Oh shut up," he laughed.

"Have you done your homework, mister?" you raised your brow teasingly. His face contorted from disgust to shock, his eyes widening. "We have homework?"

On your sixteenth birthday, you couldn't be more excited. They say the moment you blow your candles, it will start to appear. Jaemin got his on his birthday since he was older, his frown evident everytime he looks at his wrist.

He would cover his mark up with a bracelet or a watch so he wouldn't have to look at it every moment of his life. 'He's still going strong with his distaste for soulmates, huh?' you thought as you stared at yourself at the mirror, preparing for your big day.

The people you love around you, your parents putting down your cake infront of you with candles in the shape of numbers brightly lit. Everyone clapping and singing a happy birthday song before ending it with you blowing your candles.

You felt the skin on your wrist fidget, looking down at your left wrist everyone came closer to see your tattoo. Ink began to appear on your skin, forming a familiar small red heart balloon flying in between two clouds, awing everyone in the room.

Your jaw dropped as your eyes widened at the mark. The ink had stopped appearing, leaving your wrist with a small odd feeling. Like a thin layered sticker sticking to your skin. You looked up at the people around you who gave you compliments at your mark.

Everyone was smiling and congratulating you, however, your parents and Jaemin's parents were'nt looking too bright at your mark. Jaemin was unconsciously holding onto his left wrist which was covered by his new watch.

"Dude, your tattoo looks so aesthetically pleasing."

"Your tattoo looks so cute, do you think you found your soulmate already?"

"I hope you find them soon!"

"Man, I can't wait til I'm 16. That shit looked amazing!"

"Wonder who your soulmate is"

Everyone's words blurred in your ears as your eyes subtly went to Jaemin who was talking to his friends in the corner with a drink in his hand. His eyes met yours before giving you a small half hearted smile. It wasn't genuine. You knew what he was going to say after this party was over.

You gazed at the mark on your left wrist, running your thumb over it gently. Your head deep in the clouds, ignoring the people around you.

"Hey." Jaemin mumbled awkwardly after the party ended, leaving your house empty with just you, Jaemin and both of your parents. "Hey," you replied, tugging the sleeves of your hoodie as you didn't know what to say to him.

"So. We're soulmates." he stated as if it wasn't the obvious. Your eyes went to his left wrist, seeing that he had taken his watch off, leaving the skin a bit red from how tight he put on the watch. The similar mark of a red heart balloon in between two clouds evident on his skin.

"I guess." you shrugged, hugging your pillow to your chest tightly, tightening your grip with every passing second. "Listen, I-" Jaemin spoke after a long excruciating moment of silence. He cut himself off with a deep inhale.

"You know how I feel bout soulmates more than anyone. And it still hasn't change. You know I don't want a soulmate, at least one that's chosen for me." he bit his lip nervously, eyes not meeting yours. You couldn't lie, it felt like a strong punch to your gut. "But, like," Jaemin scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, unsure of what to say. "I don't want to lose you, my best friend, because of this silly stupid mark."

You furrowed your brows. 'He's your soulmate. You're fated to be together. He'll accept the fact soon, right? He just needs a little convincing.' you bit your lip. You were stubborn and you know it. You're gonna change his mind even if it's the last thing you do.

"So, can we just put this behind us-" Jaemin spoke softly before you cut him off. "No," you said in a bold tone, making him look at you wide confused eyes, brows furrowed. "What?" he mumbled.

You look up at him with determined eyes and a bright smile. "I know this isn't going to be easy but I'm going to do whatever it takes to convince you that deep down I know you feel something for me. Why? Cause we're soul mates and sooner or later you're going to accept that!" you huffed dramatically.

Jaemin started at you in disbelief, "don't try to talk me out of this. I'm just as stubborn as you are! I'm not stopping til you accept me as your soulmate," you put your hands on your hips, standing up to push him out of the room. "Wait what, Y/n-" he started as he stumbled to the exit of your room.

"Now get out, starting tomorrow I'm going to convince you. Therefore, I'll be needing tons and tons of rest. Just you wait, Na Jaemin. L/N Y/N is going to work hard for this!" you stuck your tongue out before slamming the door shut. You heard him sigh from the other side of the door before walking away half a minute later.

You leaned your back against the door in exhaustion, sliding down to sit down on the floor. Your smile turning to a quick frown as you ran a hand through your hair in frustration. This is going to be tough.

[sp4c3-0ddity]

If you're taking prompts... Can I ask for Hunk and a space chicken? 👀

i’ve been waiting my entire life for this prompt. thank you for enabling my Hunk + birds habit on top of my love for chickens ;_;

also timeline in this is all over the place so let’s call it canon divergent. ~2000 words, and i hope you like it

If there was one thing from Earth - beside his family - Hunk missed it was chicken eggs.

Sure, there were other foods and herbs and spices he couldn’t quite replicate with ingredients from alien plants - although he found capsaicin in the exoskeleton of a beetle-like insect thing and ground it to season curry for Shiro…not that he’d tell him that was the source - but he never found anything resembling a chicken egg.

The consistency would be all wrong, the yolk a strange color, too much cholesterol or too little protein, a shell even the Yellow Lion’s foot couldn’t crack (and Hunk really didn’t want to know what would hatch from an egg that tough)...

Hunk just wanted a quiznaking omelet.

“Are you sure these are edible?” Pidge held an oblong object that barely fit in the palm of her small hand up to the kitchen’s light. It seemed to reflect the lights overhead, with the darker spots of pigmentation absorbing.

Hunk carefully snatched it from her hand. It was soft and squishy, sort of like a water balloon, under his fingertips, and he guessed he’d have to puncture the...skin to get at the edible flesh.

And when he shone a light through it, a round core absorbed the rays, the flesh almost translucent.

Hunk set it beside the others in a large platter. “You and I have both scanned them,” he pointed out, “and they might be a little protein-rich for fruit, but they don’t contain anything toxic to humans.”

Pidge folded her arms on the counter and leaned towards the platter. “Seems a little...risky though,” she mused. “Remember that spotted fuzzy fruit you tried to fry like plantains?”

His shoulders sagged, renewed guilt making his heart sink, but he couldn’t help retorting, “It’s not my fault Lance ate half of them before I could warn him that too many would probably have side-effects.”

Pidge’s eyes narrowed. “He couldn’t walk further than five meters from a bathroom for almost a movement.”

“And I still feel bad about that!” he protested, his stomach twinging with a sympathetic nausea.

“Not as bad as he did,” she retorted. She prodded one of the water balloon fruits with a fingertip. “Where did you find these anyway?”

“Under a tree,” Hunk said. He rummaged through a drawer until his fingers closed around a small knife - something with a bit more point than a spork. “Kind of in a ring? And they definitely feel ripe.”

“Really?” When he turned to face Pidge, her eyebrow was raised. “Why do you think that alien fruit would follow the same rules as Earth fruit?”

“Because so far other rules have been pretty consistent.” Hunk clutched a balloon fruit in one hand and pressed the tip of the knife into its flexible skin, watching how it puckered under. Just a little more pressure... “I mean, it seems like photosynthesis is pretty universal, for one, and for another--”

He broke off when the knife’s point punctured the skin, a triumphant grin pushing at his lips when a viscous white fluid oozed out. He transferred the fruit to a pan on the stove and sliced open the rest of the skin.

The dark core was a deep yellow and definitely not hard enough to be a pit.

Hunk stared at the blob of clear white fluid with its soft yellow center. “Uh...quiznak.”

“Um, Hunk? Something’s happening with one of your so-called fruits.”

He spun around, the tension in Pidge’s voice making his heart race as he turned his attention to the remaining balloon fruit sitting in their platter.

One quivered in place, as if shaken by tremors that only affected it. Its skin rippled before something pointy poked it from the inside.

Hunk stumbled backwards away from the counter, raising the knife in his hands and wishing he had his bayard . “Oh God we’re in a horror movie!” he realized. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew--”

The fruit exploded.

Pidge gasped, arms raised to shield her face, while something wet hit Hunk’s forehead. His eyes pinched shut as a fluid trickled down towards them, and when he dared open them again his breath caught in his throat.

“I-I think I prefer this to Alien,” Pidge commented, eyes wide behind her glasses as she leaned over the platter and the tiny fuzzy chick cheeping in the center.

Pidge insisted on slipping the rest of the water balloon eggs underneath a lamp to incubate and see if they’d also “hatch”, but when the noisy baby that enjoyed pooping on Hunk’s palm proved the only survivor (or the only fertilized) of the clutch, he happily cooked the rest.

“Are those eggs I smell?” Lance wondered. He skipped across the kitchen from the doorway, a dreamy smile on his face as he loudly inhaled. “Poached?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Pidge said. She flashed a teasing smirk at Hunk.

He scowled and, rather than retorting, watched the eggs - that, now that he had the opportunity to cook and examine them, had an odd green sheen to their yolks - cooking in boiling water.

Lance peeked into the saucepan. “You have ham to go with those green eggs?”

“As soon as Hunk finds a green pig,” Pidge told him.

“Hey, Pidge, can you make yourself useful and check on Ramsay please?” Hunk cut in before she and Lance could get a little too into their teasing.

“Ramsay?” Lance raised an eyebrow. “You have an Egyptian pharaoh hiding in the pantry?”

“That’s Ramses,” Pidge corrected, although she obediently hopped off her stool and walked over to the bin in the corner with the lamp shining over it. “This is Ramsay.”

She scooped up the chick in all his fluffy, cheeping, magenta glory and wandered back towards them. The baby’s eyes slipped shut when she stroked its head, a soft smile on her face.

“Get him out of the kitchen before he poops on his siblings’ remains!” Hunk said, raising a spatula in alarm.

Pidge turned, shielding Ramsay from him and with her lower lip jutting out in a pout. “You’re the one who murdered them.”

“And we both agreed they were never alive!”

“Okay...” Lance glanced between the two of them. “This sounds like some weird science thing I don’t want to get in the middle of.”

“And how do you know Ramsay is male anyway?” Pidge wondered. She lifted the chick to eye level, squinting at his underside. “It’s a chick!”

“There are ways,” Hunk pointed out.

“I’m sure,” she said, rolling her eyes, “but do you know them?”

“Ooh, actually”--Lance raised his hand as he broke out into a broad grin--”if he’s anything like a baby chicken from Earth, I can sex him.”

“You can?” Pidge set Ramsay on her shoulder...just so she could cross her arms.

“Uh, sure?”

“He can milk a cow,” Hunk reminded her. “Why not say if a chick is going to be a rooster or a hen?”

“Huh.” Pidge passed Ramsay to Lance, who...

Well, Lance squealed like a little kid. “Aw, he’s so cute! Just like a chick from Earth!” He poked the tiny barely there tail and ran a finger down the chick’s back.

“So he’s a boy?” Hunk said.

“I didn’t even look yet!” Lance lifted the chick and... “Oh, Hunk, I think you gotta change his name to Rachel Ray or something.”

“Girl?”

“Yep.” Lance grinned and said, “But if it gets us more eggs...”

A gasp escaped him, excitement gripping. “Lance, you’re a genius!” Hunk clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“You can tell that’s a girl,” Pidge said, her eyes wide and incredulous, “but it surprised you when I said I’m one?”

Hunk laughed when Lance only scowled.

Ramsay - name unchanged, despite Lance’s suggestion - ate anything.

She was a hen after Hunk’s own heart.

“Not a very good critic, is she?” Lance commented.

“She’s growing fast,” Allura said. She smiled, cooing over the chick sitting in her lap while the mice looked on with what Hunk guessed must be jealousy.

(He’d have to watch them around Ramsay.)

Predictably, the smile twisted into a disgusted grimace when the chick dropped one on her dress.

“I suppose pets do have their...drawbacks,” Allura mused with a frown.

Hunk scooped her back up and smiled sheepishly. “I’ll keep her confined.”

“And away from Keith’s wolf?” Lance said with a nod at the door.

“Keith’s wolf teleports,” Pidge piped up. “If he wants to eat unripened chicken for breakfast, doors won’t stop him.”

Hunk’s stomach twisted unpleasantly. “I’ll...talk to Keith about that.”

Keith, however...

“You have time to raise a chick on top of being a Paladin?” Keith wondered.

Hunk raised an eyebrow. “I have time to cook for you guys, Lance has time to milk Kaltenecker, Pidge and he have time to play video games, you have time to train till you put too much strain on every muscle in your--”

“Fine, I get it,” Keith cut him off with a hand covering his face.

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know that Kosmo is not allowed anywhere near Ramsay,” Hunk said.

As if summoned by the sound of his name (which...well, he was something like a dog), Kosmo teleported into view in a burst of light. Hunk reflexively stepped away, cradling Ramsay between his hands, but when the cosmic wolf’s nose twitched in curiosity, he extended his arms.

He held his breath as Kosmo sniffed the obliviously cheeping chick. He stiffened when the wolf’s tongue flicked out.

Kosmo licked the chick’s downy feathered back.

“He likes her,” Keith said.

“Yeah b-but how?” Hunk said. “He’s about to give me a heart attack...”

Keith smiled but clicked his tongue. Kosmo spun around at attention, ears on end. “He won’t eat her if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Oh! Oh good.” The tension trickled out of Hunk’s shoulders, and as soon as Keith and Kosmo left he fell into a boneless relieved heap with Ramsay sitting on his stomach.

Ramsay grew to be the size of a chicken in only a few movements. But unlike a chicken from Earth, her down feathers gave way to scales.

“Well, birds on Earth descended from the dinosaurs,” Pidge said.

“She’s really ugly this way,” Lance said.

“Excuse you, she’s my child and she’s beautiful!” Hunk retorted, shooting a glare at him.

“But she looks like a chubby and flightless pterodactyl!” Lance gestured at where Ramsay foraged through the meadow alongside Kaltenecker.

The not-chicken - space chicken, they all, except for Allura and Coran, took to calling her - gathered scraps of grass into a heap, almost like...

“She’s building a nest,” Lance observed with a grin. “Aw, look who’s getting ready to lay eggs!”

“What, already?!” Hunk shot up with alarm, a sudden lump lodging in his throat. “I-I’m not ready to be a grandfather!”

“Relax!” Lance said, standing and patting him on the shoulder. “We’ll be here to support you, but only if I get to be the chicks’ godfather.”

“Uh, you guys are kind of forgetting something important,” Pidge said as she joined them.

“What?”

“Ramsay doesn’t have a mate to fertilize her eggs.”

Hunk exchanged a glance with Lance, then he looked at Pidge. “Oh,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck as embarrassment filled him. “I knew that.”

Hunk never had considered chickens a viable pet before, but Ramsay followed him everywhere. She trailed him through the Castle’s hallways, leaving poop he’d have to clean up later in her wake, and hopped into his lap when he sat down. Her eyes closed in contentment when he rubbed her vicious beak, and she perched for the “night” on his bed frame.

And if Allura, Pidge, Lance, and Keith could have pets, why couldn’t Hunk think of this strange space chicken that imprinted on him as one?

He’d see about Shiro adopting a cat later…once Ramsay learned to lay her eggs in a nest and not on the kitchen floor where a certain princess’s mice could steal them.