#y’all remember eyes without a face when he got jumped

[lildoodlenoodle]

Fun fact for people who might not know this: Spider Noir is canonically weaker than most versions of Spider-Man.

It’s pretty well known at this point that Spider-Man holds back during fights because he doesn’t actually want to seriously hurt or kill anyone. Noir is a little less inclined to that particular aspect of Spider-Man, so naturally the man really isn’t holding back. He goes 100% every fight and will still sometimes get his ass handed to him. He is almost constantly in kill or be killed survival mode. This is also part of the reason why he wears bullet proofing, wears all black, has weapons like guns, and goes for more of a stealth approach.

[zeb-z]

Bad has so many reasons to be cautious, even paranoid, as anyone else on the island. From Federation nonsense to Dapper being kidnapped to the whole purgatory nonsense to whatever fuckass suit of armor “old friend” was setting up cameras in his house. But it compounds on his regular overly aware paranoid self to this state of hyper-paranoia. And as a demon who can and usually will lie, cheat, steal, and use sneaky underhanded tactics, he expects the craziest extent because he thinks of it, realizes it’s possible, and would use it himself. We saw this very obviously in purgatory - when he thought greens desperate last ditch effort to balance the scale was a super planned out tactic to tip the scale, so he did it first, all the hardcore base hunting, the spawn killing, there’s a reason every other tactic he used usually followed a main channel qsmp post with updated rules - all usually things he was surprised no one else thought of. But then this also piles onto the fact that he has to have things go his way, all the time, and that he’s argumentative as all get out, which led to the debate between him and Bagi yknow. Especially because he’s not just doing it for the sake of being right, he doesn’t think he’s paranoid, but that he’s exercising the right amount of caution.

So like. Listen dude. Yeah he’s got reasons to be paranoid. But his thought process around building vaults for separate cookie caches like they locked up the risus pills, only to scrap it because it’s not perfectly impenetrable, is extreme. His character has hardly been a leading example in someone who has reasonable reactions to things. And even when there isn’t his own children’s livelihoods potentially on the line, he has a need for control, and the most control he has is if he keeps the cookies in his inventory at all times. If he makes himself the sole point in which the others can get ones in a case of emergency, then he can control the variables. The problem is he’s unreliable about himself when he’s at his most rational and healthiest, and he’s far worse with the current memory and health issues he’s been mostly unaware of.

I dunno it’s like. There is never going to be a purely impenetrable base. And it’s not just a case of “Bagi just hasn’t lived through __ yet!”. Bad’s own logic about keeping the cookies on him at all times is flawed under his own logic, because Bagi is right - if someone has enough drive to break into separate secured cookie caches purely for the downfall of eggs, they more than certainly have enough drive to find a way to kill Bad and just take them from his inventory, or to just kill the eggs themselves. All it truly does is give Bad a sense of control, and soothe his paranoia.

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

money troubles

Januarys in Tulsa were a different kind of hell. You wouldn’t think it would get that cold in Oklahoma, but Darry was surprised every year when December rolled around. His brothers hoarded blankets, stacking them as high as they could go. January and February were even worse.

It was his first winter without his parents, without his father’s salary. Heat was expensive, more so since their windows were thin and the doors couldn’t shut properly. Darry held out as long as possible before turning the heating on.

Pony grumbled a little, wrapping up in blankets and wearing Darry’s old football sweatshirts over every outfit. 

One night in December, Darry was half asleep when his bedroom door opened and his brothers padded their way over to his bed. He barely had enough time to wake up before they crawled on top of him and settled down. Before he could ask what was wrong, he felt Pony’s cold toes being pressed to his shin.

“Y’all are freezing,” Darry murmured as Soda snuggled into his side, forcing his cold nose against Darry’s shoulder. He sighed and rubbed their backs, “I’ll turn on the heat tomorrow.” With his Christmas bonus, they would be fine with the added expense. 

January was when things got hard. 

It was midnight and Darry sat alone at the dining table. When finances were tight, he always did the bookkeeping after the boys went to bed. He didn’t need them worrying, that was his job. And based on his calculations, they’d have to cut back somewhere. It was heat or food. 

Darry’s head fell into his hands. What the hell was he supposed to do? He never wished for his parents more than he did at that moment. A tear dripped onto the notebook paper in front of him. 

He could eat less, leave more for everyone else. That would save some money at least. But not nearly enough. Pony had track, he needed to be eating his fill. And if they didn’t eat with them, he didn’t know where half the gang would get their next meal. 

But if he turned off the heat, well he honestly didn’t know what would happen. He knew he couldn’t stand to see his brothers shivering in the cold, he couldn’t watch them bundle up and pretend nothing was wrong.

What the hell was he supposed to do?

He didn’t hear the front door opening, or the footfalls in the entryway. He didn’t know that Two-Bit was inside until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Darry jumped, raising his hands defensively.

Two-Bit smirked and raised his hands, “Woah there, cowboy.” Then he saw the tears in Darry’s eyes. “What’s goin’ on? Is everyone okay?”

“Everyone’s fine.” Darry swallowed thickly and ran a hand over his face, “Ain’t nothing for you to worry about. The couch is open if you want to crash.”

Two-Bit’s eyes fell to the page in front of Darry and his eyes widened. Too late, Darry moved to cover it. Two had already seen. “Shit, I didn’t know things were that bad.”

“It’s none of your business,” Darry said shortly. He closed the notebook and slid it under a newspaper. 

He tried to stand up, but Two put a hand on his shoulder and forced him to stay seated. Two-Bit sat down in Pony’s usual chair. He was quiet for a long moment, leg jogging under him. Then he nodded to himself and started digging in his pockets.

A moment later, he put a handful of crumpled bills and a stack of coins in front of Darry. Based on his quick math, it was almost twenty five dollars.

“I’m not takin’ your money.” Darry leaned back as though physical distance could make the money go away. “Where did you even get this much money?”

Two-Bit shrugged, “Texas Hold ‘Em, odd jobs for a guy my ma knows. It’s not even that much money.” It was. It would be enough for food and heat and extra for next month.

“I can’t take this,” Darry pushed it towards his friend. He and Two-Bit had been pals for as long as he could remember, they practically grew up together. Two-Bit was a good guy, Darry trusted him with his family more than anyone else. He knew that Two could use this money for his mom or his sister. Why on earth would he give it to Darry?

“You need it. It’s not even that much.” Two-Bit sighed and for the first time in a long time, Darry didn’t smell alcohol on him. “Look, you help me and the boys, you give us food and…” He nodded his head towards the bedrooms, “I know Johnny is sleeping in the spare room. You forced him to so he wouldn’t sleep outside.” Darry looked down, it was true. “Exactly. So take the goddamn money and keep your kid brothers warm. And the rest of us yahoos that traipse through your door.”

Darry stared at Two-Bit, saying nothing. Two-Bit rolled his eyes, “It should not be this hard to convince a guy to take money.” 

“I don’t-”

“Darry.” Two-Bit and Darry turned around to see Soda standing in the doorway. His hair was all a mess and he looked like he was still half asleep. “What’s going on?”

Darry threw on a smile, “A stray just wandered through the door.” He slapped Two-Bit on the shoulder. “Figured I’d let him stay the night and then go from there. Ya think we should keep him?”

Soda chuckled, “Just until morning.” He yawned. “Y’all need to talk quieter. Pony and Johnny are fast asleep.”

“Will do,” Darry told him. “Goodnight, Pepsi.” Soda just yawned again and waved before plodding back to bed. Darry’s eyes stayed at where he was for a long moment. Then he turned back to his friend. 

Soda and Pony deserved a home that was warm and safe and with enough food for them and all their friends. They needed this money. He could suffer the shame of accepting money from a friend just this once. 

So he grit his teeth and said, “I don’t want to be makin’ a habit of this.”

Two-Bit grinned, “Wouldn’t dream of it, superman.” 

He squeezed Darry’s shoulder, “I’m going to sleep on the couch, tell Johnny that I get the bed next time.” Darry snorted and shook his head, that was never going to happen.

Darry looked at the pile of money for a long moment. His hands shook ever so slightly as he tucked it into the coffee can on top of the fridge. 

When he turned back, Soda was standing in the doorway again, watching him. He seemed more awake now. They just looked at each other for a long moment.

Soda crossed the room in two strides and hugged Darry. Just from that, Soda knew Darry had heard, or at least seen his exchange with Two-Bit. He knew that Soda worried about him, probably far too much. To Soda, Darry accepting help was nothing short of a miracle. 

“I love you,” Soda said softly. “You’re doing a really good job.”

Darry’s throat became thick with tears and he held Soda just a little tighter. “Thank you, honey.” Since their parents died, he’d been adrift, trying desperately to keep everything together. He kissed Soda’s head, “I love you too.” Darry pulled back and pushed Soda’s hair out of his face. Without all that grease, Soda’s hair was constantly covering his eyes. “Go back to bed.”

Soda huffed, “What if I don’t wanna?”

Darry couldn’t help the laugh that bust from his chest, “You’re soundin’ an awful lot like Ponyboy.”

“And he’s my favorite brother, so what?” Soda said sarcastically, earning him a thawk on the head from Darry. A few months ago, that would have hurt, even if it was a joke. Now he knew his brother was being a knucklehead, delirious in his sleep-addled mind. 

“Go to bed, short stack,” Darry said, giving Soda a light shove towards the hallway. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Soda smirked. He gave Darry another quick squeeze before darting back towards his bed. Darry followed him a few minutes later. 

Unable to help himself, he ducked his head into the spare room where Johnny and Pony had fallen asleep. The two of them were curled towards each other like parentheses, Pony’s thumb still holding place in his book.

With a fond smile, he leaned over the bed and pulled the book from his brother’s hands. He slipped a bookmark in and set it to the side table. Both the boys were covered in a thick blanket. Darry adjusted it around their shoulders.

One of Johnny’s eyes squinted open, “What?”

Just like he would one of his brothers, Darry touched his head affectionately, “Just me, buddy. Go back to sleep.” His heart warmed at the trust Johnny displayed as he closed his eyes again and snuggled back down. That was why he needed the money, Johnny needed a safe place to stay.

Darry closed the bedroom door and then moved to check on Soda. His idiot brother was still awake, not even pretending to sleep. Darry leaned into the door frame, “Golly, you’d think you were six, not sixteen.”

Soda stuck his tongue out, only proving Darry’s point. “I’m goin’ to sleep. Wanted to make sure you didn’t try to pull an all-nighter.”

“Goodnight, Soda,” Darry said meaningfully. 

“Night.” Soda snuggled down into bed with a content look on his face. Darry smiled and finally headed back to his bedroom. 

[sleepyjuice]

28 + 45 w jj ofc

summary: jj picks you up from a girls night!

warnings: drinking, vomiting due to drinking (it’s barely described and not detailed!) jj once again being an absolute dream<3

All bets were off when it came to a good old classic girls night.

It had been far too long since you, Sarah and Kie had a night to yourselves without the boys. But for once, the boys had plans for the night, so the three of you took this opportunity and ran with it.

You had met at Sarah’s, as she somehow had the house to herself for the weekend, which also meant unlimited access to Ward’s in home bar.

You could barely even remember what you were drinking after a while, all of you completely wasted just a few hours into the night.

Kiara had passed out on Sarah’s bed, out for the night, and Sarah was texting John b to come back early so he could stay the night with her.

About a half hour later, you heard the doorknob to Sarah’s bedroom rattling, causing the two of you to gasp and grab onto one another, both of you positive there was an intruder breaking in to kill all of you. Kiara wasn’t phased, still sound asleep, and you envied the fact that she would go semi peacefully, while you and Sarah fought for your lives.

“Oh my god, Sarah, we’re gonna fucking die!” You whisper yelled, Sarah’s fearful eyes meeting your own as you clutched onto each other for dear life from your spot on the floor.

You both screamed when the door opened, hiding your faces against one another as you prepared for the worst, and you damn near jumped out of your skin when you felt a hand on your shoulder, leading you to cautiously peak your eyes up.

“jj! What the fuck?” You gasped, your heart still racing, but you soon giggled at the sight of your boyfriend’s shocked expression, looking beside him to see John b sharing the same look of shock and confusion.

“What the fuck, me? Y’all just screamed bloody murder for no reason. John b just texted Sarah that we were here and she texted him back and said to come up. Literally like two minutes ago.” jj explained, now noticing all of the empty bottles and glasses scattered across Sarah’s desk. He certainly found the humor in this situation, but he was just confused.

Your eyes widened at his explanation, turning to Sarah, both of you immediately giggling loudly.

“Oops!” She laughed, reaching up for John b’s hand so she could stand up.

“Glad you ladies had a good night,” John b spoke, his hand around Sarah’s waist as he held her up, “Kie still with us?” He asked, glancing over at the sleeping figure at the bed.

“Mhm, she knocked out a little bit ago. She smoked a little, too, so she got sleepy.” Sarah responded, leaning into her boyfriend.

“Alright, let’s get you home, baby.” jj spoke as he helped you to your feet, his hands fixing your shorts that had ridden up from sitting for so long.

“John b, you staying the night here with Sarah?” jj asked, the brunette nodding in response as he worked to keep Sarah upright as she swayed.

“Yeah, I’m gonna take her into the guest room so she can sleep. She’s fallin’ asleep in my arms.” John b responded, sarah giggling sleepily as he led her out of her bedroom.

“John b! Make sure you take her makeup off ‘fore she sleeps, ‘kay?” You quickly reminded your friend, giggling once again as you leaned back into jj’s arms that were wrapped firmly around your waist, holding you in place.

“Copy that. Night guys. jj, take the Twinkie and just pick me back up sometime tomorrow.” John b stated, tossing the keys to jj as they made their way to the guest bedroom.

jj gave a little salute to his friend as they walked away, turning you to face him now, smiling lovingly down at your flushed face.

“You get into a lot of trouble without me, hm?” He grinned, patting your ass gently as you gushed up at him.

“Maybee…” you hummed, leaning up to plant a little kiss against your boyfriend’s lips, unable to stop smiling. You had a good night with your friends, and now you got to go home with your boyfriend. Life couldn’t get any better at the moment.

“Yeah, you do,” he laughed, “let’s grab your stuff so we can get back to the chateau and get your little ass to bed.” he instructed, dropping his hold on your waist to grab your shoes that were discarded on the floor a few feet away.

He looked at you, and you gave him a look, which he knew all too well. Shaking his head, jj kneeled down to slip your shoes on your feet, unable to hide his little smirk at your behavior.

“Got me doin’ all the work here.” He teased as you smiled satisfactorily, your heart swelling at your boyfriend’s sweet actions. He was so good to you.

“Alright, you bring anything else?” He asked, glancing over at your purse sat on a chair across the room, stepping over to grab it.

You shook your head at his question, expecting him to hand you your purse, but instead he put it over his shoulder, causing you to giggle giddily.

“You look so cute!” You gushed at your boyfriend, wishing your phone wasn’t in said purse so you could take a picture.

“Yeah, I know, let’s get going, baby. Say bye to Kie.” He rolled his eyes, walking over to stand in the doorway as you gave Kiara a little kiss on her forehead, seeing as she was still sound asleep.

You followed over to jj, watching as he quietly shut the bedroom door behind him as you made your way down to hall and to the top of the long and winding staircase, stopping at the top as jj went down the first few steps.

He turned to look back at you when he realized you weren’t right behind him, immediately recognizing the look in your eyes.

“Baby-“

“Can you carry me?” You asked before he could finish speaking, swaying slightly as you were dizzy and the length of the staircase below you was rather intimidating in your current state.

jj sighed dramatically, but not in annoyance. He loved how soft and clingy you got when you were drunk. It honestly wasn’t too different from how you normally were, but your behavior was endearing to him and he felt happy to be not only wanted, but needed. Even if it was something as small as carrying you when you were drunk and didn’t want to walk.

You couldn’t hold back your smile as jj made his way back up the top few steps, positioning his arms below you and swooping you up so he was carrying you bridal style.

“Thank you, jay.” You hummed in appreciation, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head into the crook of his neck as he carried you down the long staircase.

Once at the bottom, he managed to keep you held up with one hand as he pulled the front door open, stepping outside and pulling it shut before repositioning his other hand to hold you properly again.

You sighed at the feeling of the fresh air hitting your skin. The slight breeze felt like heaven against your flushed cheeks and the sound of the not so distant waves hitting the shore was nothing short of soothing.

“Glad you had fun tonight, baby.” jj murmured as he walked through the large front yard towards the Twinkie, setting you down to open the passengers side door for you to get in.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the sudden shift from being held in the air to standing up straight had your vision spinning and your stomach turning.

“Ughhhh…” you grumbled, no stranger to what was about to come.

jj read your expression immediately, recognizing your sudden shift. He acted fast, pulling your purse off his shoulder and setting it on the hood of the Twinkie before moving behind you to pull your hair back as you knelt down over the grass that surrounded the long driveway, his other hand holding your waist steady so you didn’t fall as you began to empty your stomach into the grass. Sorry Sarah.

You threw up quite a bit, coughing loudly once you were finished as you worked to get some air back in your burning lungs. jj’s hand patted gently at your back, cooing soft words in your ear as you recovered.

“It’s okay, I got you.” He spoke softly, sitting down on the pavement and gently pulling you down to sit between his legs and lean back against his chest, wanting to give you a minute to recover before getting in a moving vehicle.

You sighed as you leaned back into jj, the air slowly filling your lungs again, closing your eyes as you let the cool breeze help cool you down as you recovered.

“I love you, jj, so much.” You spoke quietly after a moment, turning your head behind you to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. His soft skin looked beautiful under the moonlight, his blue eyes looking nothing short of iridescent as they met yours, his soft pink lips tugging up into a grin before kissing the top of your head several times.

“Mm, I love you, too, baby.” He spoke into your hair before resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Let’s sit here a few more minutes and then let’s get you home. Gotta get my girl to bed.”

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

Nanami Kento NSFW alphabet

I hope you guys enjoy this long awaited headcanon! If you enjoy pls leave a like,rb and if you’re feeling extra girly pop maybe a little comment ^_^

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kento is very practical in his aftercare to the point of it being a bit boring and routine, but that's the way he liked it. He wasn’t too fond of surprises in general, but especially not during a time that was meant to be soothing and bring both of you back to a leveled headspace. In other words, he’s basic. Two glasses of water on the nightstand, balms for soothing and dinner laid out on the stove in case you two had jumped the gun and hadn’t gotten to it yet.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kento is very proud of his chest and his thighs. In coming back to Jujutsu society and being back on a strict training regiment, he’s happy with the fruits of his labors and he’s even more pleased when you grope around his chest and hum in appreciation. He’s a simple guy and having his lover’s hands all over him is a simple pleasure that he wishes to overindulge in whenever given the chance. If you were to ask him your favorite part about you, he would say everything and kiss your temple. If you were to ask him again and ask him to be brash, he would say with a red blush on his cheeks your ass. He loves how plush it feels, how it molds perfectly against him when the two of you cuddle and the sounds you make when he strikes it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s not the biggest fan of mess so if you’re having protected sex he prefers to just cum inside of a condom for easy disposal. If you two are fucking raw then he’s cumming so deep inside you that if you weren’t on birth control there wouldn’t be a year you weren’t pregnant💀

But Kento is Kento and he’s nothing if not safe so it takes months before he’s fucking you raw and he’s very dilligent about making sure your pill is taken on time and regularly. He does want kids with you but he doesn’t want any surprises.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes when you play with his nipples. He’s got a sensitive chest and even though it’s slightly embarrassing and he likes to act unbothered, he’ll let out the cutest little sighs and buck his hips up if you twist the rosy buds between your fingers and stroke him nice and slow. He likes when you take control occasionally, but he would never outright admit it. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s only had one partner before when he was a lot younger, so most of his experience has been developed through you. He was basically a virgin when you two met, but he’s a diligent learner and we know when Kento is locked in he is LOCKED in.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He really like missionary 🥺 He wants to be able to see your pretty face when he’s making love to you. In general he prefers to have you on your back, and if he’s feeling rougher than usual he’ll put you in the mating press. It’s a win-win situation for both of you, you get your shit rocked and he gets to blow off steam. He likes the way your eyes roll back when he’s fucking you nice and deep 🥴

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’ll let a little chuckle slide now and then, but as mentioned prior when he is locked in he’s locked. When he’s in the moment, he wants to remain in the moment with you, like he’s painting every sound, every twitch of your lip and jerk of your hips to memory. He’s just about as aware as any sorcerer that life is fleeting so he wants to remember every moment he can with you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yes y’all the carpets match the drapes 🙄 i’m just playing, his pubic hair is more of a dirty blonde brunette color than the hair on his head. He likes to keep things neat and tidy so he manscapes every week to make sure things are smelling good and its not too rough, because his pubes are actually quite coarse. He worries about your skin when you’re down there so you don’t get irritated. 🥺

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

We all know I am a big fan of tender lover Kento. He’s not a casual lover type of person, so when he finds the one he’s an all in kind of person. He wants to give his body to you, mind and soul, he wants to marry you one day, but due to life being so fleeting it's not something he can promise. So every time he makes love to you, it’s a silent promise he’s making to you, a vow of body and blood. Tied together by your pleasure. Sex isn’t just sex to Kento, it’s love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is but a man. It's not as often as when he was single, but when he’s pulling over time and his mind wanders to you asleep in your shared bed he gets a little hot and bothered. He’d pull his cock out of his slacks with a hiss and have a napkin ready on standby.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM. Every aspect of it appeals to Kento. He lives a very high stress life so being able to come home and have a sense of control for once. He’s also not opposed to occasionally giving up control, if you’re into that. It wouldn’t be his first time doing so. He does his research and actually finds the practice to be really stimulating to his mind. He’s more involved in the community than anybody would assume given his looks. He goes to workshops in his own time and comes back looking absolutely pleased with himself as he relays the information he’s learned.

He thinks you look very beautiful tied up and wanting for him. He also can’t help himself but to press on the bruises he’s given you to tease you throughout the day.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Home. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Submission. Complete unabashed submission drives him crazy. He finds it cute when you’re bratty but it makes him melt when you’re good. He can’t help but dote on you and give you whatever you want if you behave and ask him nicely. He does think it’s cute when you think having an attitude is going to get you what you want.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like pain being inflicted on himself or degradation. Those are the two things that would have him safewording. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Like most of the JJK men Kento is a munch. This is a show full of munches and he’s got his degree in munchology from the university of headington. He loves to come home from a long day at work and lay between your thighs, lapping at your clit giving you nice slow orgasms.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It honestly depends on the situation. He’ll give it to you however you want, unless you were being especially bratty. If so then he’s going to tie you up and give it to you so mind numbingly slow until you’re crying and giving him an acceptable apology.

“I-ah! Kento!”you cry out. His hands grip your hips tightly as he pushes in slowly.

“That’s not a full sentence, my dear”he coos, sliding his hand down to rub his thumb teasingly over your clit.

“Mmm fuck!”

“So close baby, but it's not nice to curse your dom”he chuckles, increasing the speed of his thumb, but stopping anytime he feels you get a little too tight.

“Try again.”

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

It’s not really his thing 🤷🏾‍♀️ he really enjoys taking his time when it comes to these matters, so quickies don’t necessarily appeal to him. If you push him enough to make him snap tho, let’s just say the bathroom of the fancy restaurant is starting to look acceptable.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Kento kinda just follows the motto of RACK(risk aware consensual kink) he would argue that every type of sex has some level of risk involved(um actually 🤓☝🏻 headass 😒) but since so much of sex is new to him in this relationship he’s game to try new things.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Kento has a good 2 rounds in him I’m ngl🧍🏾‍♀️ but he lasts an almost abnormally long time during these two rounds. He has an immense amount of self control during sex and will hold back his own orgasm until you’ve cum. You can sit there and ride him to your heart's content and he’s not busting until you’re seeing stars.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has an extensive amount of toys in his collection and it’s still growing. He thinks that toys enhance play so he’s completely down to use toys in the bedroom. He likes nice, well made things so he’s got a few small businesses that he gives his business to. He’s on a first name basis with some of the shop owners and he tips handsomely so he’s given tons of freebies. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Nanami Kento is one fucking tease alright. He enjoys teasing you and he’s very eager to use it as punishment because he’s so fucking good at it. It’s mainly because he has unwavering patience and self restraint especially when it comes to making a point. He leans towards edging vs overstimulation when he’s teasing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a sigher and a groaner. He prefers to keep his noises to a minimum so he can hear you, but there’s a really cute thing he does when he gets close in missionary. His cheeks go pink and his ears go red, and he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck to hide his stuttered moans and grunts. He gets really soft and keening when you rub his back or stroke his hair while he’s thrusting in you. Call him a good boy at the right time and he’s sobbing.

Kento praise kink supremacy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

His scalp is really sensitive so he likes having his hair pulled. It drives him crazy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Kento is a good 6-7 inches, he’s definitely packing. The girth of his cock is average and he’s got a slight curve to him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a pretty routine sex drive if that makes any sense 💀 like he’s pretty predictable so it’s easy to fall into a pattern with him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep until you’re asleep. It’s always been a thing with him to make sure you’re asleep before closing his eyes. He likes to debrief right after scenes during aftercare so he’s getting you two nice and cozy in the living room with cups of tea and pastries he’s stashed. He’ll hold you close to his chest and praise you tenderly while you guys discuss the scene.

[etherealxwitch]

High For This

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie gets a new strain of weed from his dealer and it sends the tension boiling over into something you’ve always wanted.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), drug is (weed), mutual lining, teasing, oral (m and f receiving,) fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, pet names, finger sucking, squirting, slapping, choking, rimming (m receiving), breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie

WC: 3.5K

(yes, this is a re-upload, but i still hope y’all enjoy!)

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As soon as you set foot in the trailer, smoke surrounded your body. You could feel it as it guided you through the small trailer and into Eddie’s bedroom. 

You found him, lying on his bed, his eyes closed and enjoying the almost finished joint in his hand. “Knew I’d find you here," you plopped down beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Are you going to share or just make me suffer?” 

Eddie rolled his eyes at you before finishing the joint. You laughed as he coughed. The hit obviously way too big for him, “with that attitude? I’ll make you suffer.” He laughed with you, already rolling up another smoke to share with you. 

This became a routine with the two of you very quickly. You’d come over after a work shift and just unwind with him. Smoke and a movie or some music, anything to make you forget the rough day you always seem to have. 

“I got this new strain from my guy.” Eddie handed the lit joint to you and you quickly plucked it from his fingers. He was always taking care of you. “It hits you fast, so be careful.”

You put a hand over your heart and faked being emotional. “Oh, Eddie! What would I ever do without you looking out for me?” 

“Probably die, who knows?”

The second you took a hit, the smoke filled your lungs in such a blissful way. It was as if you could already feel it take the weight off your shoulder, and push every stressful thought to the back of your head. This is what you look forward to everyday. 

“Holy shit,” you coughed and quickly handed the joint back to him, tears forming in your eyes. “You weren’t wrong about this being strong.”

Immediately, it felt like the effects of the weed were hitting you like a train. You felt like your body was floating above the bed, and when you got a good glimpse of Eddie lying beside you, suddenly, something changed. 

You noticed his eyes and how they got a little bit brighter from the sun shining through the blinds. You saw how his jeans hugged him just enough that you could see his bulge in his pants. 

Eddie noticed you staring at him, how your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as your eyes raked down his body. 

His cock jumped when you made eye contact with it, and you couldn’t help but let out a gasp. It was bigger than you imagined, and you haven't even seen it yet. 

“You see something you like?” Eddie adjusted himself, turning his body to the side, so he was facing you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to look for an excuse for staring him down and all but undressing him with your eyes. 

“I- I was just,” you were stuttering. Eddie had caught you red handed, and you haven't a clue how to explain yourself. 

“It’s okay, I really don’t mind.” His hand roamed down his body, stopping above his jeans, fumbling with his belt. His nerves were starting to show. “If you want more, I’d love to put on a show for you.”

Usually, neither of you was this confident with each other. Was it the weed? Or was it finally feelings and tension that was always there coming to a head and spilling over?

“A show?” Your mouth watered at the thought of seeing Eddie fully. And the thoughts that floated around your head? You couldn’t shake them. 

“I’ve been wanting to for a while, really.” He undid his belt, purposefully slowly. “I can stop if yo-“ 

“No, don’t stop.” You moved his hands from his belt, undoing it faster and tossing it over your shoulder. “I want to watch.” Your voice was barely a whisper, suddenly becoming shy. You had to take this opportunity, though. It may be only a one time thing, and you couldn’t miss out on it. 

Eddie pulled down his pants, just under his ass. You could see the bulge more prominent now, see it throb through his boxers. This is something you’ve always wanted to see, and now that you are, you’re not sure how to react. 

The joint that you two had started to smoke now lay in the ashtray, long forgotten.

“You wanna touch it?” Eddie softly grabbed your hand and guided it to his clothed cock. 

Your hand touched it, felt it throb, and goosebumps rose across your body. “Oh- oh my god.”

“I’ve always wanted you to touch it,” he slipped his boxers down, his cock hitting against his happy trail wetly. 

Precum leaked from the slit of his cock, and you felt your mouth water with need. 

Eddie’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock, pumping ever so slowly. You watched as his stomach muscles tensed, his cock throbbed in his big hand, and the precum leaked down the tip. You’ve never seen something so hot; so beautiful. 

“Just sit back and relax, okay?” Eddie positioned himself so he was sitting, facing you. The only thing you could focus on was him. 

You were in awe as you watched Eddie spit in his hand before wrapping it back around his cock, squeezing at the tip. Precum kept bubbling from the slit, and the urge to take him in your mouth was at the front of your mind. 

“You know what’s got me like this?” His hand sped up just as his other came down to cup his heavy balls. The schlick sound of his spit mixed with precum flowing to your ears. “You, you and your body. Fuck- the way you’re looking at me with those big, innocent eyes.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing, a silent beg to be filled with Eddie’s cock. “M-me?” Never did you think that he got this hard over you. 

“Yeah, sweetheart.” Eddie locked eyes with you, as he kept pumping his hand over his cock, squeezing it, imagining that it was your pussy instead of his hand. “Even before this, it’s always been you on my mind.”

“Eddie, I-,” you gulped, placing your hand over his. “I don’t want you to cum unless it's inside me.” 

Knowing that he was like this because of you made you feel like you could do anything you wanted to. Watching him jerk off and look at you while he does it, gave you confidence like you never had before.

Quickly, Eddie stood up from the bed and stripped himself of the rest of his clothes. He stood in front of you, naked, hair and tattoos scattered across his skin. You’ve never wanted someone more. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He pulled you to the side of the bed, your legs now dangling to the floor. Eddie bent down, making him eye level with you. “There’s no going back.” 

You took a deep breath and nodded, not being able to find the words to tell him just how sure you were.

A nod wasn’t good enough for Eddie. He gripped your cheeks with his hand and squeezed them. “I need to hear you.” 

“Eddie, I’ve never been more fucking sure of something in my life.” You spread your legs, showing him just how sure you were. The wet spot darkening your shorts. 

It was silent as Eddie laid you back against his bed, his touch gentle and slow. He lifted your shirt away from your stomach, pressing soft kisses across it until he trailed up to your bra. 

Taking matters into your own hands, you slung off your shirt, it ending up somewhere in Eddie’s messy room. 

Eddie, not wanting to waste anymore time, reached behind your back and unclasped your bra, sliding the straps off your shoulders. His cock jumped when you took it off the rest of the way, your nipples hard and begging for attention. 

It only took you looking down at Eddie for him to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, rolling his tongue around it, and nibbling on it. His other hand finding your other tit, squeezing it. 

“I’ve craved this for so long,” your voice cracked from pleasure. Eddie had barely started, and it felt like you were on fire. 

For a second, Eddie pulled away with a smirk on his face. “Let’s make it last then, yeah?” 

He kissed across your chest and back down your stomach. His hands popped the button on your pants, and your breath hitched in your throat. 

You helped Eddie, sliding your pants and panties down your legs in one go. Your arousal stringing to your panties as they were pulled off. 

“Holy shit,” Eddie spread your legs wider, getting a good look at just how soaked you were. Your pussy shined with the wetness. “Is this all for me?” He kissed your inner thigh, patiently waiting for an answer. 

“Yes, it’s all for you.” Both of your hands grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward. You needed to feel something, anything, against your pussy. 

“Now, now. Be patient, baby.” His finger slid up your slit, barely putting pressure against your swollen and throbbing clit. “Where’s the fun in rushing?” 

The second he finished talking, he easily slipped a finger inside you. Your pussy immediately clenched around it, and you couldn’t help the whine you let out. “Eddie…” 

“You sound so pretty when you say my name like that.” 

Without another word, he dove in like a starved man. His tongue flattened against your clit, putting the perfect amount of pressure causing you to pull on his messy hair. 

Eddie groaned against you, not just from you pulling his hair, but from how good you taste. Your pussy flooded his taste buds, and he wanted more.

“I'm never going to forget how good you fucking taste,” his voice was muffled as he practically smothered himself in your pussy.

“Just like that,” you always heard Eddie ate pussy like a god, but to have him eating your pussy? You’re a believer now.

Eddie pulled his finger out of you, both of his hands gripping the back of your thighs and pushing them against your chest. This angle was perfect for him to slide his thick tongue inside your aching pussy. 

Letting out a strangled moan, you sat up from the bed and looked down at him. His lust blown eyes were looking right back into yours, right into your soul. “Right there, Eddie!” You looked around for anything to grab ahold of, needing to sturdy yourself. 

A sweat broke out over your body. You were so hot, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold your orgasm at bay. 

“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” Eddie wrapped his plump lips around your clit, his teeth grazing at it. 

You felt pain and pleasure all at once, and you let out a sudden scream. “H-holy…” you threw your head back against the pillows just as Eddie’s hands came up to grab at your tits. 

“Do it, do it now.”

The words left his lips, and your orgasm consumed you. Your whole body shook, and your legs clamped around Eddie’s head. “Yes, yes, yes,” you couldn’t say many words, the pleasure taking over your whole mind and body. 

Eddie hummed against your pussy as your orgasm gushed in his face, dripping below you on the sheets. “That’s my good fucking girl, make a mess.” He slid two fingers in, curling them against your g-spot and pumping them in and out fast enough that you were crying out in pleasure. 

“Eddie! I can’t take much more.” Your legs continued to shake around his head as you soaked him and the sheets. 

When you finally opened your eyes, your vision was blurry. You felt euphoric. 

You felt as Eddie placed soft kisses across your legs and up your body, stopping at your lips. “Open your mouth.” 

His fingers slid inside your mouth, your tongue swirling over it and cleaning up the mess you had made. “You taste yourself?” You licked your lips, letting yourself really get a good taste. “Tastes like heaven, huh?” 

“Coming from your mouth, yes.” You used what little strength you had to flip the two of you over, Eddie now under you. “Now, it’s your turn.”

Eddie gripped the back of your head, pulling hard. “Think you can take it all?” He grabs his cock stroking it, tapping it against your thigh. “Gonna stretch your mouth wide open.” 

You smirked as you kissed down his body, sucking on his neck. You left sparse hickeys, wanting him to remember this after it was all done. “I want you to make me take it.”

He moved to the side of the bed, smirking as you crawled to your knees in front of him. “Make you? Oh, baby, you might regret that.” 

Your soft hands rubbed up his tattooed thighs, squeezing his soft skin. “I don’t think so,” your lips kissed along his inner thigh. “I like it very rough.”

Without warning, you took his cock in your mouth, suckling in the tip and swirling your tongue around it. You were in heaven as the salty taste of his precum hit your tastebuds. You had found your new favorite place to be, on your knees in front of him. 

Eddie let out a choked sob, his eyes immediately squeezing shit. “Oh- oh, fuck.”

He pushed your head down, his balls pressed right against your chin. Drool dribbled out of your mouth, coating his heavy sack. 

“You said you like it very rough, yeah?” Eddie thrusted up into your mouth, his cock sliding further down your throat. You gagged around him, your throat constricting. “Then fucking take it.”

You closed your eyes, trying to breathe through your nose. The pain of him using your throat was mixing perfectly with the pleasure you were feeling. You could feel yourself drip down your thighs. 

Eddie slapped your face, his rings stinging your cheeks perfectly. “Keep your eyes open. Look at me while my cock is stuffed down your throat, baby.”

You pulled up from his cock, spit trailing from your mouth to it. Your hands wrapped around him, pumping, and squeezing just like had done to himself earlier. “Like this?” You bit your lip and batted your eyelashes up at him. 

Proudly smirking to yourself when he couldn’t answer you.

“What if I did this?” You licked down the underside of his shaft before taking his cum filled sack into your warm mouth. 

“God, that’s so fucking hot.” His fingers laced through your hair, pulling and making you whine. 

You licked over his balls, inhaling his scent. You accidentally dipped your tongue lower, swiping over his tight hole. 

The loud whine Eddie had you let out had you quickly pulling away. “I-I’m so sorry, shit.” 

Eddie laughed, pulling your head back between his thighs. “D-don’t be sorry, just do it again.”

Your tongue dipped under his balls again, spreading his cheeks as you licked around his puckered hole. You hummed as your tongue slipped further, the tip of it sliding in.

“Holy shit! I-,” Eddie spread his thighs further apart. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

Eddie’s hand on your head didn’t let up, he held you still as he grinded his ass against your face. Your tongue and spit making his hole a wet, hot mess. 

You moaned against him, your hand trailing down your body and finding your clit. You timed your rubs with the licks over his pretty hole. 

The sounds of wet schlick echoed off the walls, you couldn’t tell if it was from your pussy or his ass. Either way, you didn’t want to stop listening. 

“Touching yourself while you eat my ass? You dirty fucking slut.”

Eddie talking the way he was, only egged you on. Your tongue slid deeper inside him, making sure to lick everywhere you could. You couldn’t stop; you didn’t want to stop. 

“I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside you, inside your pussy,” Eddie quickly pulled your head away, your mouth swollen from being used. “And I only want to cum if I’m inside you.”

You pushed him down on the bed. He crawled up the bed until he was sitting against the wall and resting against the pillows. “Someone’s in a rush.” 

“I just need you,” you straddled his waist, hovering over his waiting and aching cock. “So bad.”

Eddie grabbed his cock and ran it through your folds, getting it wetter. “Yeah?” He grabbed your hips and slipped the swollen tip of his cock inside you. “Then what are you waiting for, pretty girl? I’m all yours.”

You sank down the rest of his cock, until you were perfectly seated. The thatch of his pubic hair catching against your clit. “I’ve never had someone so deep, fuck.”

Quickly, you rocked your hips back and forth. You and Eddie groaned in unison, his hands coming to stop your hips. “Slowly, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Eddie reached over to the forgotten joint and relit it, placing it between his lips. He helped you find a slow rhythm, grinding your hips slowly against him. 

“You feel so good inside me,” you placed his hands on his chest, looking to sturdy yourself. “I don’t want it to stop.” 

Slowly, Eddie inhaled, letting the smoke fill his lungs before pulling your head close to his. Your lips barely touched his as he exhaled the smoke into your mouth, filling your lungs now.

You moaned at the action, at the feeling of his cock brushing against your g-spot. Your orgasm was starting to creep up on you. You could feel it travel in your veins, and all over your body. The weed was helping it come faster, taking over you. 

Eddie flicked out the joint and flipped the two of you over while he was still deep inside you. He pinned you between his sweaty body and the mattress, the weight of him leaving you with nowhere to go. 

“You look so good under me,” his hand wrapped around your throat. He held your head still as he slowly kissed you, molding his rough lips with your soft ones. 

“Please, just- just fuck me!” You locked your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you. “I need you to fill me up with your cum, I need it to drip out of me.” 

“Yeah? You want my cum?” He quickly pulled out before slamming back in, making your body move up the bed. “Want me to put a baby in you, huh? Really make you mine?” His hold on your neck became tighter. 

“Please, give it to me!” You raked your nails down his chest, leaving red marks in their wake. “I want to be yours, always have, Eddie.”

His cock felt like it was splitting you open, and you craved more. 

“You’re so wet for me.” His hand left your body and found your clit, running harsh and fast circles. “You gonna cum for me again?”

You nodded your head fast, repeatedly. “Yes, please let me cum, please.” 

Eddie rested his forehead against his, “cum for me, fucking cum for me, sweetheart.” 

You let go as your orgasm crashed. Your toes curled and your mouth opened in a silent scream. Everything around you became white as you came around Eddie’s cock, gushing around it and soaking his waist and everything below it.

“Yes, baby. Just like that!” Eddie came with you, his stomach muscles tightening as he filled you up just like you said he would. 

His eyes stayed open though, he needed to see you cum. “You look so pretty when you cum on my cock- shit.”

It felt like hours had passed before you felt Eddie pull out of you, bringing you back to reality. He laid beside you, his body touching yours as the two of you caught your breath. 

“I never thought that was ever going to happen,” you looked to the side, catching Eddie looking right back at you. 

He let out a breathy laugh, turning his body to the side to get a better look at you. “I’m glad it did, I’ve been waiting.” 

“You have?” 

“I meant what I said when I’m all yours,” Eddie pulled your sweaty body closer to his. “If you’ll have me that is.” 

“With the sex like that? Who am I to pass it up?” The high from the weed and sex was starting to wear off, and so was the feeling of your soon to be sore body. 

“You want to go again?” Eddie held up the baggy of drugs, a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Yes,” you sat up and searched in the messy bed for the lighter. 

“I want you to do that thing with your tongue again.” 

You shot him a wink, “I’m so glad you don’t have to be high for me to do that.”

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Chubby F! Housewife Reader X M!Yandere Streamer OC Jasper

Part 2!

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MINORS DNI!

CW: F!reader, reader referred to as she/her, reader has a vagina, reader in a dress and bra(so has breast, dw not described! :3) noncon implications, violence against reader (not by ML), STILL NO SMUT!? WHO AM I ?? XD luv y’all have fun!

*Smack!* *Thwack!* *Smack!*

“Don’t slip up now!” You giggle slightly out of breath already.

“Hah! Speak for yourself, be careful not to trip!” Jasper retorts.

*THWACK!* You hit another tennis ball this time with all the oomf you can muster.

His indoor tennis court is in its own area of the house, the floor and walls are a black and white spiral that add to the trippy illusion of his entire home.

You’re both opposing a machine that is spitting out balls at you at the speed of fucking light. You haven’t done anything like this since highschool maybe, but for the most part you’ve kept up perfectly!

He’s impressed. Not to mention he keeps almost missing hits because of your dress barely covering you, and your jumping and moving around exposing more and more of yourself. He can’t help but get a little distracted.

*Smack!”

He gets a little closer to the middle at the same time that you dove for the ball and miss, and you start falling. You see the strange floor coming closer and hold your arms out to try and catch yourself, until it stops suddenly and you’re hanging there in the air.

He caught you in his arm, and threw away his racket to support you with his other.

He presses a button on his keyring, stopping the onslaught of balls, as you stare up at him, a growing warmth spreads across your face.

You’re both out of breath and bust out laughing now.

“Thanks! That was fun, really got my mind off… Stuff hah!” you say and look away while getting your barings back.

“you’re always welcome here. can i see your phone?” He asks while fixing his shirt. You hand it over, you had it in your bra, and pull it out without much thought, and when you turn back his pale face is red. “Ahem, uh just text when you wanna come over and give me a minute, i’ll most likely be ‘round” he coughs.

“Thanks so much Jasper! I really appreciate this!” excitedly, you thank him again.

~

“Where the fuck were you!?” Edward sprays spit as he fumes and interrogates you.

“I went for a walk…” You answer, and before you can say more he continues to barrage you.

“At this time of night!? are you fucking stupid?”

“No! I was just chilly on the deck, so i-”

“Why not just come back inside? Gods why did i marry a brainless fucking imbecile,”

“Sorry…” You try to end the argument, maybe if you just apologized you can get out of it.

“Prove it.”

Your brows knit, “Wh-what?”

“Prove. It. Are you that fucking stupid? on your knees.”

you swallow and get down, turning your head away from him, even though you know in your sickly feeling bones what’s coming.

“Look at me.”

Fuck… Don’t. regardless of you’re marriage, you hate that you’re turned on in this circumstance.

“Look. At. Me, Darling~” he fumes.

Begrudgingly, you look up, and give him your best smile, feeling like the sludge building up in your veins will spill out any second.

You love Edward… Yes.

~

He punched you that night, you don’t even remember why. Now you have to try and hide your black eye before the employees see. or anyone else for that matter. You didn’t sleep after that either… You were just dissociating and going in and out of waking night terrors that felt so real, as if all night he was tormenting you, while really, he simply slept next to you.

“Jasper, can I come ove—” you erase the text message almost as soon as you typed it. You probably shouldn’t even go outside in the sunlight with this shiner.

“Hey Y/N! hope you’re alright, what’s been up?” Jasper sends you a text that you don’t reply to… You don’t feel like it. Who even is he? just your neighbor that kinda flirts with you even though you’re married.

“Homewrecker!” You surprise yourself, and cover your mouth. Ops… You haven’t really spoken to anyone in at least a day.

You wait a few more days when at least the swelling is all down and the colour is almost a skin tone again, at least it isn’t purple anymore.

“Howdy Jasper! sorry i went on a mini vacation! what have you been up to?” You lie. You haven’t even left the sunroom except for the bathroom. Hopfully he just didn’t notice that you didn’t actually leave to go anywhere…

He did. He knows you’re lying too. You think he couldn’t see you through all those windows? Just because you have sheer curtains and we’re surrounded by big plants. He watched you.

He edged himself to you. Never letting himself actually cum.

He didn’t see your eye, but he knows something had to have happened, he just doesn’t know what.

Before he can reply you send another, “Actually can I just come over?” You decide to risk it. The makeup you ordered, and that came in yesterday, should cover the rest of it at this point at least.

Maybe you were a bit dramatic… All he did— No. We’re not going down any of those roads.

“Yes, I just cleaned up actually :)”

“Scared of me seeing your place a little messy?”

“Would you blame me?” You weren’t expecting that answer. You don’t know what you expected, but that answer just wasn’t on the list.

You hop over to hedges between your yards and don’t even look back as you pass through the gate. It latches behind you.

He answers the door as soon as you ring the bell, he must’ve been waiting right there! The thought makes your heart flutter.

“Hey Jasper!” You try to keep your eye out of direct sunlight until he lets you inside, and you feel like you can breathe again.

“Howdy neighbor! What’ll ya have to drink t’day?” He asks going to his retro looking fridge.

“I want what you’re having!” You pout a little, and he chuckles in response.

“You’re so cute,” he reaches into a drawer and pulls out two silver and pale blue cans.

While he’s reaching you notice something that looks like a splotch of blood on his side. You gasp, “Jasper! are you okay??”

“What? Why? ‘m fine?”

You rush over to him and point to the blood, you almost grabbed at his shirt to look for any injury, but managed to stop yourself, he’s still a stranger… kinda.

“Oh shit! jus’ a Second” he runs off presumably to change, so you sit at the bar, and admire his interesting design style.

i when he finally returns he’s in a black, even more ripped up shirt, that’s covered in safety pins, and has some metal looking band logo.

“Sorry, I don’t know where that came from” he laughs nervously.

You laugh, a brow raised in unspoken question, but move on, “So what’s on the agenda for today?”

“I have a pool—”

“No! Thank you, ahah, um sorry no thanks,” You apologize profusely for your outburst.

“You don’t gotta apologize, no pool, gotit,” he holds up a thumb and smirks with his head tilted, his black hair falls at an angle covering even more of his face. His teeth poke out like fangs over his pulled up lip.

Your face feels hot, “Okay, sorry,”

He lightly laughs, “I have a few gaming setups, and a PlayStation”

“Okay! I don’t really know any games you’ll have to teach me! is that okay?”

His grin widens, almost too excitedly, but you’re excited too, so you think nothing of it.

He picks a shooter first, you can’t even keep your head in a forward position, you keep aiming either up in the air or down at your feet. Before you start to actually get frustrated, Jasper scoots closer on the couch, and puts his hand over yours on the controller.

His thumb gently guides yours up and foreword, his body brushes up next to you.

You feel hotter in this proximity, and his hand is warmer than the other night, but still chilled. His long, slim fingers are pale with black nails and a few silver rings.

You feel his breath in your hair and turn your head, accidentally putting your lips right in front of his, you both look speedily at each others, and then up into each other’s eyes.

Pale, icy cold blue orbs stare deeply into you. He licks his lip.

You stand up too quickly and get slight vertigo, “S-sorry! I forgot I had some-things to do today! Um, Groceries! yes. ahem. bye!”

“Y/N.” Something in the sound of his voice freezes you to your bones, you don’t quite turn to look, but you turn to show you’re listening. “What happened to your eye?” He asks.

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Can you continue hero x villain teacher hero?

Thank you so much for the request! This is actually one of my favorite prompts and it was one of my first writing prompt ideas ever, years back before I even had a Tumblr. Due to my love of this one, it kinda got away from me and I wrote a lot. Like a lot. Lol.

I hope y’all enjoy! 

Part 1 and Part 2 here! 

Hero’s very shitty day was taking a turn for the better. 

This morning Hero had woken quite late (due to the extended hero-ing from last night), skipped breakfast, tripped on the curb, spilled their cold coffee, lost their parking space to a visiting mother, and almost got disciplinary action for arriving three minutes past their classroom attendance slot. 

After hearing the ‘ooohs’ and ‘ahhhs’ of various fourth graders, all of whom watched the principal reem Hero out in the hallway; Hero had finally obtained a sense of control over the class just after lunch. Of course that was after one of the kids had accidentally spilled finger paint on Hero’s chair and didn’t feel the need to tell them until Hero found themselves with a neon pink ass. 

As it was, just after lunch was their history time and Hero, not feeling too great about standing in front of the kids looking this disheveled; nor wanting to show off the new color of their pants, simply opted to play two episodes of Liberty’s Kids while the students sat on the carpet. The ploy seemed to work as not one student strayed from the carpet or asked to go to the bathroom. Hero stayed at the classroom sink, located just behind their desk, and tried to clean themselves as much as possible with the children distracted. 

Hero couldn’t help themselves from laughing along with the kids as the characters in the show told jokes and got into trouble while learning about the creation of The United States. Hero had forgotten how enjoyable the PBS show was and felt very nostalgic as they remembered the show premiering back when they were a child. Some things never age, Hero thought. 

So, all in all, the shitty day was getting better. Perhaps after the show Hero would give the kids a break from memorizing the different kinds of rocks and do a fun science experiment instead. With Hero’s powers they were sure they could make the demonstration look very cool without outing themselves as a super. Maybe they could win back their ‘awesome teacher’ status in the eyes of the kids after it had taken such a hit this morning. 

“Not exactly in style, but I must admit you wear it well.” Hero jumped and turned. How had they not heard someone come in? 

“I’m sorry?” Hero addressed the unknown adult. They turned from the sink, suddenly very aware that they had been wiping their backside with a wet paper towel. Pink was on their hands and now the floor at the attempt…not to mention still on their ass. 

Hero very nearly froze at the sight of the intimidating man. If not for their hero training they surely would have. 

He was tall, tall and brawny, but not in the typical sort of way. The muscle in his physique was evident underneath the expensive Italian silk suit; but there was also a leanness to it, like a coiled spring that spoke of agility and readiness. Hero wasn’t sure why, but they instantly felt off kilter, instantly felt tense, like when they are about to face off against a criminal or a villain. 

“Your ah…” the man smirked and chuckled, “choice of presentation…or should I say style, on your…well…” 

“Oh,” Hero noted the visitors-pass around the man's neck and felt a little of the apprehension fade. Perhaps they were just on edge due to the circumstances the man saw them in. “Not exactly my choice. This is courtesy of a young aspiring artist. She’s just too young to  know where her canvas is.” 

The man laughed jovially, “What a kind way of putting it!”

Hero heard some of the children snicker to themselves from over on the carpet, evidently finding the new stranger and their painted teacher much more interesting than the Revolutionary War. Hero tilted to one side so as to see past the newcomer and give their students ‘the look’.

“Pay attention please,” Hero chided. “You never know…I may be inclined to give you a quiz on this at the end of the day.” 

A series of ‘awwwws’ followed their remark. 

“But if you pay attention now, I might be in too good of a mood to write a quiz…”

All the kids turned back to the television with such force Hero was surprised there was no neck damage. All except for one. 

“Daddy!” 

Oh god. 

“Why hello Maria,” the man stooped down and scooped up the child who had run over from her place on the carpet. He hugged her and then placed her back down. Her stature only reached just past his waste. 

Hero felt their blood go cold. 

Daddy…Maria…

Maria, the student who was first in their class in everything but English…Maria, the student who all the other students named most popular…Maria, the student who aspired to be a veterinarian one day because she loved the class rabbit so much…Maria, the student Villain was most concerned about…

Maria, the student who was the daughter of Supervillain. 

Shit. 

“Are you here to talk to Teacher?” She asked sweetly, her gaze never leaving her father. 

The man nodded, “I am, so you best be a good girl and go back to watching what Teacher has put on.” 

She scrunched her face up in a pout, “But you’re going to talk about me.” 

He nodded as if it made no difference, “I am.” 

“So you’re not supposed to talk about people when they aren't there.” She crossed her arms and gave him a look of determination. 

The man, no Supervillain, laughed. “Is that so?”

She nodded sagely, “Yes. Teacher said so.” 

Supervillain fixed his gaze on Hero. Hero clenched at the sopping, paint dripping paper towel in their hand. 

They knew this day would come. Of course they did. But they had somehow hoped it wouldn’t. Hero was under the impression that Supervillain was not that active in his child’s life. Parent-teacher conferences had always been with Maria’s mother, who had stated that she was happily divorced, and all open houses and concerts had been devoid of Maria’s father ever since she had enrolled at the school. 

When Villain had brought up who Maria was, Hero had already known. After all, they were well connected in the hero world. 

It wasn’t that Hero purposely got Maria in their class, in fact it was the opposite. Hero tried to keep their two lives as separate as possible, but that was just how the dice fell. Hero didn’t get to choose who was in their class and Maria had been assigned to them. 

It was how Villain had found out their secret identity in the first place, their research into Supervillian’s private life had led them straight to Hero. 

Hero had said it was a small world.

Villain had said they best be careful. 

“Really? Well, I guess you better leave me and Teacher alone so they can teach me lessons like that.” Supervillain smiled at Hero. 

Maria was not deterred. 

“No, you just want to talk about my report card. But you can’t, because it’s not parent teacher day.”

Supervillain laughed again and ruffled her hair. “Not all parents need to wait for parent teacher day to talk about their children. It’s a parent’s right to bring up concerns to their children’s teachers, isn’t that right Teacher?” 

Hero gave a hesitant smile, “Yes, of course it is. Though most call first.”

Hero looked down at Maria, “You go back to the show, Maria, Benjamin Franklin’s about to speak to the French Parliament. I know how much you like him. ” 

She looked at Hero with suspicion, though with a hint of apprehension at the idea of missing anything involving Benjamin Franklin. 

Hero smiled warmly at her, “You won’t understand the book I’m loaning you if you don’t know what he did in France for the revolution.” 

Maria’s eyes lit up, “I can take your book home?” 

Hero nodded, “But only if you promise to take care of it for me. Now off you go.” 

“I will!”

She turned to her father and gave him a quick hug before hurrying back to her spot on the rug. Hero almost laughed when they saw her place her head on her fists in an effort to concentrate more on the words Benjamin Franklin was speaking. 

“Nicely done. Though I can’t say I condone bribery,” Supervillain crossed his arms, but still held the smile from before. 

“Well, at least it’s enriching bribery. I told her two weeks ago I had a book at home about Benjamin Franklin and she’s been after it ever since. I guess now I’ll have to bring it in.” Hero found themselves slipping into their normal Teacher to parent tone, though they were sure the tension in their shoulders was noticeable. 

“We’ll make sure to get it back to you just as it was,” Supervillain leaned on the desk and looked down at Hero in a conspiratorial way. Hero tried not to think about how Supervillain was taller than them even while leaning. “Now about Maria’s last report card…”

“Mr….” Hero cut them off.

“Escole,” Supervillain filled in easily, though his eyes rose. “Maria has my last name.” 

“Mr. Escole,” Hero hoped their voice held more bravery than they felt. “I didn’t want to say this in front of your daughter, but this is rather unorthodox. If you wanted to speak about her grades you could have made an appointment for later in the evening or perhaps during their lunch time…”

“Yes, yes,” Supervillain waved them off, “I meant to stop in during lunch but work got ahead of me. I’m sure you know how it is…” Supervillain gave them an up-down, no doubt seeing the old coffee spill mixed with paint and the tear in Hero’s pant leg from when they tripped earlier. “Some days are just chaotic.” 

“I know but…” Hero stopped at Supervillain’s raised hand.

“My darling Maria is too precious to be put on the wayside because of work, don’t you agree?” 

“Of course, but as I said…” In an instant Supervillain was in their face. Their tall body leaned over the desk as though there was no barrier between them. 

“I am a very busy man Teacher, so I’ll get right to the point. I don’t make appointments, people make them with me. When it comes to my daughter, I honestly don’t care whether you’re on lunch or in the middle of a lecture, I’ll be here and when I’m here we will talk. And when we talk, I expect you to listen and do what I want. Is that clear?” 

By the time Supervillain was done, not only was he only an inch away from Hero’s face, but his hand had found its way to Hero’s arm. The grip was tight and bruising, making Hero’s hand that held the pink paper towel shake. 

Every part of Hero wanted to fight, to get themselves out of Supervillain’s hands, but a stronger part of them was hyper aware of the children. They couldn’t fight here. They couldn’t do anything to endanger the children. 

“What do you want to talk about Mr. Escole?” Hero asked in a shaking whisper. 

Supervillain smiled, “Maria was right. You are smart.” 

Supervillain lounged on the desk and pulled on Hero’s arm to bring them down closer. “That new repairman that’s been hanging around…what’s their name?” 

Hero looked them in the eyes with confusion, though in their mind they started panicking. 

Good god, did he know about Villain? 

“I thought you wanted to talk about Maria’s English grade?” Hero spoke. 

“I know you’ll do what you need to with that. I’m not concerned about her grades. What I am concerned with is her account of her teacher being buddy-buddy with a new repairman. One that seems to do the majority of their work only in this classroom.” Supervillain narrowed their eyes at Hero’s large ones. 

“I don’t know what you mean…” Hero stumbled when a hand gripped their throat. Not tight, but plenty threatening. They hoped to god that the children were absorbed in the show. 

“Are you saying my daughter is a liar? That there is no repairman? Now, now Teacher, remember what Maria said? Can’t be talking about her while she’s not here.” 

“I,” Hero breathed raggedly. They couldn’t let this escalate with the children so close. “Every school has repairmen. I…I don’t know what you want.” 

Supervillain squeezed a bit tighter as he stared directly into Hero’s eyes. It took all of their willpower not to look away. What if Supervillain recognized them? They used to think their costume was foolproof, but after Villain had figured it out…now Hero wasn’t so sure. 

“Are all repairmen so attentive?” 

“I don’t know. They come and do their job.” I’m more focused on the kids, Hero almost said, but stopped. They didn’t want Supervillains attention turning the children right at this moment. 

“Nothing out of the ordinary?” Supervillain’s grip on their arm was so tight it felt like it was going to break. Hero suppressed their whimper.

“Not that I’ve seen.” They shook. 

“Then why are they here so often?” 

Hero blinked away tears of pain. “The classroom was in disrepair. It has been for a while. I thought we finally had the funds to fix everything,” They lied. 

“Why no funds?” Supervillain tilted his head. 

 Hero brought their hand up to grip Supervillain’s wrist by their neck when it got tighter. It only made Supervillain shake them. 

“Why no funds?” He asked again.

“I…I’m not sure,” Hero wheezed. “I think the city cut the money during the recession.” 

The hand got tighter. Hero started to see spots. Oh god, did Supervillain see right through them? 

Hero was pulled so close that they were nose to nose with Supervillain. Hero could smell his breath and feel every puff of air that came from his nose. The way Supervillain had positioned himself perfectly blocked what was happening from the children. At least there was that. 

“I want that repairmen gone. Immediately.” He paused, his gaze unwavering, “I expect you not to tell anyone of this encounter. If you do…well Maria will be upset, but there are always other teachers. She’ll get over it.”

Supervillain unceremoniously pushed Hero away. Hero collided onto their wooden swivel chair making the whole thing topple backwards. The crash called attention from all the children. 

“Teacher!”

“Oh no!”

“Teacher are you okay?” 

“What happened Teacher?” 

Supervillain gave a fake look of shock and placed their hand over their heart. “Oh my! Kids, it seems Teacher slipped and fell. Better make sure they’re alright.” 

It was through a throng of worried children that Hero saw Supervillain slip out of the room with a pat of goodbye to his daughter. 

Hero assured the kids that they were okay, just a few bruises. 

“That’s why we never leave water on the floor,” Hero said with a smile. “It was my own doing.” 

All the students laughed at Hero’s rare klutzy moment and were more than delighted when Hero told them they could eat snacks and watch Liberty’s Kids for the rest of the day, no quiz required. 

Once they were settled once again, Hero put their head down on the desk and tried to slow their breathing. 

They had only just got their heart-beat back down when they heard one of the kids approach their desk talking. 

“Teacher slipped and fell. It was after the mean man whispered at them. Now Teacher doesn’t feel so good.” 

“Mean man?” Asked another voice. 

Shit. Not now! Why are they here now? They already practically fixed everything in the school. 

“It was Maria’s dad, but we all call him the mean-man because he didn’t help Teacher up when they fell down.”  

“Maria’s dad?” The shuffling stopped at Hero’s desk. “And Teacher fell after they talked?” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Well, you better get back to the show. I think Washington’s about to cross the Delaware. Don’t worry, I’ll check on Teacher.” 

“Okay! Thanks Repairman!”

There was silence. Hero could feel Villain’s eyes staring into as they kept their head down on the desk. 

“Hero,” Villain whispered. “What happened?” 

At first Hero said nothing, then, 

“Are any of the kids around?” Came Hero’s muffle reply. 

“Nope, they’re all eating cookies on the rug.” Hero felt the air change as Villain bent down closer. Unlike with Supervillain, Hero didn’t feel threatened at all. “Why?” 

“I don’t want them to see. It’s sure to have set in now.” 

Villain placed a hand on Hero’s shoulder, “What’s set in?” Hero could hear the urgency in their voice. “Phillip said Maria’s dad was here…”

“Supervillain was here.” Hero confirmed. “And,” Hero lifted their head. Villain sucked in a breath as they saw the dark bruising along Hero’s neck and the mark on their forehead from when they hit the ground. “We had a talk.” 

…

…

…

“I’m going to kill him.” 

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Hi I'm a big fan and I just wanted to let you know I love your yandere headcannons I like the way you write them, I hope you don't mind me requesting for yandere headcannons of koridai, courage and platonic!wind. If you accept I can't wait to see them. (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Y’all Courage and Koridai simps are on crack. I’m here for it tho. Not doing wind in this part as i’m still planning where he’ll be

Yan!Chain headcannons

Tw: Yandarism and it’s accompanies, Courage and Koridai, I traumatised them, oops, child abuse, SH, baby trapping.

Courage

His version of the guide was different- far more than the rest. You were there. He saw your reflections in the mirrors and out of the corners of his eye, he heard whispers of your voice, you were there since as long as he could remember. He used to think you where an imaginary friend, as he didn’t have many actual friends. It made sense. But you never went away. No matter how much medications he took or lashes he’d taken, you were there.

It was when he learned of who he was and what purpose he held that he learned what you were. And it didn’t take him long to start going off the edge.

His very own guide- someone to hold and keep all to himself. Someone no one else could see. Someone no one could steal. Someone that would finally stay.

When he meets with the chain he’s still got that entitlement.

This reflects in his love languages. Physical touch and Quality time, being as close to you as often as possible. You were his reward, his support, his gift to be put through what he was put through. He deserves you.

He’ll hurt himself for your attention. Im talking full out stab wounds if that’s what it takes for you to kiss it better.

Fiercely loyal. Glares down anyone that flirts with him and would even flat out insult them when you were still just a spirit in his minds eye. Now you’re real however? He can and will compare people to you.

Has a hand on you at all times. He doesn’t care if he’s getting glared daggers, he’s throwing his arm around your waist and savouring the way you flush.

On that note, i’m sorry if you’re easily flustered. Like- truly. This man is a f l i r t. He’ll learn what makes you tick and abuse the living hell out of it. Even if it’s whispering the filthiest things into your ear, he’ll do it if it gets you blushing.

He’d kidnap you. 100 %. Married and with a kid by your side so you have to stay and so everyone knows you’re his. A wife on his arm and an heir to his title, even if they needed a little… assistance to realise that’s what they wanted.

Fav nicknames for you: Dear, Babe, Babes, Sugar, Honey, Loves, starlight

Koridai

It took him a while to realise you were his old guide, purely off of the fact he was so deep into believing he hallucinated you.

But prying him off of you when he comes to is what’s more difficult.

Again with physical touch, but he has a sweet spot for words of affirmation and gift giving. (you’re really racking up sugar daddies)

Golden retriever energy to the nines. Waiting at your hand and foot, back and call in case you might need him. You did so much for him, he might as well pay you back. He’ll cater to whatever you want of him. You want him to jump, he’ll ask how high. You want him to smile he’s beaming. You want jewellery, he’ll mine the gems himself. You want him to change his clothing, he’ll let you pick out a whole new wardrobe. You want a husband, he’ll hire the officiant. You want a man dead, all he needs is a name.

Two faced as Sky and Wars. Absolute sweetheart to your face, plays dumb to be unassuming, slips passed the squabbling of the chain and next thing they know he’s gone and you’re in his universe.

Another kidnapper.

Fun???

Either way you’re leaving with him or he’s leaving with you. He’d gotten himself so hurt while you left him unattended for 5 minutes to get water, and you expect him to live without you? After how he was forced to leave you behind? After he dug you a grave?

He can cry on command, and you’re none the wiser. You’d hold him as he sobbed and sniffled as the others watched. You’d defend him and his place, and off of the lies stories he told you, it’s a wonder you saw his emotions at all.

Nicknames: Whatever makes you the most embarrassed or flustered

[l-starlight-l]

The love of a hero

Wash & Dry

Master list

Part one

A/N: I’ve pre written all of these so they’re coming out back to back to back. I hope y’all like these better than the old one

Description: you finally get to move into your new apartment complex and decide to do a load of laundry after unpacking. While roaming around you run into your very handsome neighbor twice.

Warnings: none really

Paring: Jason Todd x Reader

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You had finished your first shift at Arkham Asylum around 6pm, which meant you had been there for twelve long hours. You wished you could just go to your new apartment and sleep forever but you couldn’t. You hailed a cab to take you to your new home. On the way there your sweet old landlady send you a warm welcome text telling you how to get into the building. You had never met Mrs Whelms but you knew she was going to be a kind landlady already. The city flew by as you watch out of the tinted window, it seemed gloomier than you remembered. It had been years since you’ve been to Gotham. Being raised in metropolis was very different from here, but you had friends who grew up in the city and they were happy people. You hadn’t seen these friends since you guys were young teenagers and of course they were all too busy to help you move in. So you were all on your own the first day in this big city.

When you finally reach your building it’s just as dreary as the city. You thanked the driver and made your way up to the top floor. All your stuff had been shipped before hand so it wouldn’t be such a hassle moving in. When you got to the top floor it was a slim hallway with five doors. Two on each wall and one at the end of the hallway. Your shoes creaked on the old wooden floor as you walked up to door 204. The key slipped into the lock and you began to turn. You got half way there but it wouldn’t budge. You rattled with it for a few minutes until a tall, dark haired man walked past you. He watched you struggle for a few moments and then walked over. “Do you need help?” He questioned.

Embarrassment filled your body when you jumped at the sound of his deep voice. Was this actually happening you thought, this has to be the worse first impression as a neighbor. “Oh, the lock isn’t working I think” you squeaked out. He smiles and walked over to you, taking the keys out of your hand. Carefully examining them for a moment and then walking over to the door to the right, sticking the keys in and unlocking it.

“Your apartment 206 not 204” he laughed and something clicked in your mind. His laugh sounded so familiar. But you didn’t dwell on this because you were so embarrassed, you thought about moving out right then. “Cranky, old, Mr. Scott lives in 204, you’re lucky he’s not home or you’d hear an earful about messing with his property” he added as You slowly walked over to him. You thanked him without looking him in the eyes. He laughed making the color in your face deepen, “you’re a funny girl” he said as he handed you the keys. “I live right across from you” he pointed to the door on the other side of the hallway, “Names Jason” he held out his hand waiting for you to shake it.

You shook his hand finally looking him in the eyes, you gave him your name and thanked him again. He took your breath away, he was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. “Honest mistake, I’m sure you’ve had a stressful day” he said like he knew what you had gone through today, he winked down at you before turning to go to his apartment, “I’ll probably see you around. It was a pleasure meeting you neighbor” he then disappeared into his home.

You were relatively settled in, most of the boxes that scattered the floor this morning were unpacked and put away. Some old clothes that you hadn’t gotten a chance to wash before you left were sitting in a bag by the door. The apartment was nice and very spacious but it lacked a washing machine. Lucky for you there was a laundry mat on the first floor. Wanting to be productive you grabbed the bag and headed down stairs.

It was a decently nice laundry mat, new machines plus it was all free. You started a load, set a timer and went back up stairs to finish unpacking. You didn’t own a lot of stuff since black-gate had assigned furnished housing. You wanted to stay in Gotham and in this nice apartment for a good amount of time. Your first day at Arkham had went good, well better than you thought it would. This was a new chapter in your life, a better one. No one knew you in this city, this was your fresh start.

Your timer went off after about thirty minutes. When you got back down stairs there was still a little time before you needed to switch loads so you waited. Pulling out a book and sitting on the machine trying to relax. The washer slowed to a stop, meaning it was finally time to switch. Quickly you swapped them and reset your timer. You were planning on going back up stairs and making something to eat when your handsome neighbor walked through the door with an empty laundry basket on his hip. You both looked caught by surprise but he looked happy about it while you were mortified.

“Well hey there neighbor” he greeted you with a smirk, “look at you already doing laundry”. He set down his laundry basket and started unloading a dryer full of his clothes.

“I like to be on-top of my chores” you admit carefully watching him and debating whether or not to sneak away. His pile of clothes grew as he piled them onto the counter. “You have quite a mountain of clothes there” you teased.

He looked embarrassed as he answered, “I put off laundry day, it’s not my favorite thing to do”. He rubbed the back of his head as he looked at the big pile of clothes.

You laughed softly, “do you need some help concurring this monster of a pile?” You asked and immediately regretted because it was the dorkiest thing you could have said.

“I wouldn’t want to bother you, I’m sure you’re busy with unpacking and everything” he said shyly as he started to fold some of his clothes.

“Oh no I’m already unpacked” you said nonchalantly, he nods his head and moves over so there’s room next to him for you. You take that as a yes and start to help him. You enjoyed folding clothes so it was too much of a bother.

“So….” He said trying to break the awkward silence, “how are you liking Gotham?”.

You let out a breathy laugh, “it’s different then I remember but that’s not bad” you say with a forced smile

“You say that like you’re trying to convince yourself” he looks at you with a warm face, a comforting, kind face.

You let out a sigh and your whole body shifts, relaxes. “I don’t know” you start, “I like it here so far, and it’s only been one day, but it just feels so strange, so unfamiliar”. Tears prick your eyes as you take a deep breath.

He smiles down at you, his hands still. “I understand being in a new world can be difficult, if you ever need someone who knows their way around you can call me” he says handing you a paper he had just written his number on. You hesitated looking up into his bright eyes, taking the note and putting it into your pocket, you didn’t say anything but shook your head in gratitude. A timer when off and you started to unload the dryer full of your clothes. “I guess its my turn to help you” he laughs and starts to fold some of you clothes. Having someone in the city made you feel more comfortable, more safe. You had a good feeling about Gotham. Especially now that you were making friends.

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[emilybahu]

Several Sentence Sunday!

Got a good piece of my ‘Tommy gets a cat’ fic for y’all today, if you’re interested, this is in the same universe as a fic I wrote a couple months ago where Eddie adopts a cat (link to that post here). The part I’m posting today isn’t going into Tommy finding his cat, but you get to see Tommy giving Eddie’s kitten some love!

Tommy made it safely to Eddie’s house, finding the key under the mat and letting himself in. He entered the house, closing the door behind him. It felt weird being in Eddie’s house by himself; he felt like he shouldn’t be there even though Eddie asked him to. Regardless, Tommy went down the hall to Eddie’s room to let Shadow out to roam.

When he opened the door, Shadow was sitting behind it, clearly expecting Eddie. She cocked her head adorably to the side and looked at Tommy before walking to him and rubbing up against his legs in greeting. He smiled, squatting down to offer a hand for Shadow to sniff. She seemed to recognize Tommy without it, though, pressing her tiny head into Tommy’s hand.

“Ah, so you do remember me,” Tommy said as he gently scratched Shadow’s head; the kitten purred, seeming happy with the attention.

Tommy stood up from his crouched position, and Shadow meowed at him as if to say, “Did I say you should stop petting me?” she then stood on her hind legs, her front paws reaching up his calf.

“Aww, sweet girl,” Tommy cooed at Shadow. "Do you want me to pick you up?” he asked as he bent down to pick the kitten up.

Shadow, the sweet, cuddly cat she was, immediately cuddled into Tommy, nuzzling into his chest. This made him beyond happy. God, he loved cats so damn much. The best part was that no one was there to watch, as his heart actively melted because Shadow cuddled into him.

“Every time I see you, you make me want to steal you,” Tommy whispered to Shadow as he sat on the couch with her still in his arms. “Eddie wouldn’t be too happy about that, would he? He loves you so much; I hope you know that.” He continued after setting the kitten on his lap.

Tommy booped the little cat’s nose, and she pawed at his finger. He laughed lightly, “God, you’re too cute for your own good Shadow.”

Yes, Tommy was having a conversation with a kitten. He honestly couldn’t help it. He always did this with his previous cats; he could swear that sometimes they actually understood him. Shadow was just staring up at him with a face that oddly reminded him of Evan’s face when the man intently listened to Tommy's stories.

Okay, maybe he really needed some sleep because now he’s comparing his boyfriend’s face to a kitten's. While they’re both very adorable, Evan is adorable in a very different way than Shadow. Tommy figured he probably shouldn’t get worked up about his boyfriend while sitting on Eddie’s couch.

Shadow had made herself comfortable, curling up on Tommy’s lap as he pondered about Evan. Tommy looked down and smiled at Shadow, gently stroking her back, causing her to purr. The longer he sat there with the little cat on his lap, the more tired he felt. Eventually, he let himself fall asleep sitting on the couch even though he knew he’d likely regret it later.

A couple of hours later, Tommy woke up to Shadow jumping off his lap and the sound of the door opening, followed by the happy chatter between Eddie and Evan. He kept his eyes closed; he wasn’t quite fully awake yet.

Then he heard Shadow meow at Eddie, and Eddie greeted the kitten: “Aww, hi Shadow. Did you miss me?”

Tommy heard Evan snicker at Eddie, felt a pair of very familiar lips on his forehead, and hummed, “Hmmmmm.”

“Hi, Tommy,” Evan sweetly said as he caressed Tommy’s cheek.

“Hi, Evan,” Tommy smiled.

Tommy watched as Evan looked over to Eddie, who was still distracted by Shadow. He looked back at him with a small smile before briefly connecting their lips. Tommy hummed quietly as his boyfriend pulled away.

“What a nice way to wake up,” Tommy said just loud enough for Evan to hear as he finally got off the couch and slowly stretched.

Evan snickered at that as Tommy rounded the couch and hugged his boyfriend, arms wrapping around Evan’s waist as Tommy rested his forehead on his shoulder. Evan, of course, wrapped his arms around Tommy, rubbing a hand up and down his back. Tommy felt his boyfriend kiss his temple lightly, and he smiled.

“You tired, baby?” Evan lightly laughed as he leaned his cheek against his hair.

“Mhm, it’s no joke that Eddie’s couch isn’t great for sleeping on,” Tommy mumbled into his boyfriend’s shoulder.

Evan laughed a little louder this time, getting Eddie’s attention.

“What’s so funny over there, lovebirds,” Tommy heard Eddie teasing.

To be continued…

[bwabys-scenarios]

Reunited

Part 15

Illumi x Reader x ??????

part 14

part 16

Note: Kikyo does not remember (Name), probably forgot about her and assumed her dead. It’s not relevant to the plot but I wanted to inform y’all in case you got confused.

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The ride to Illumi’s home was long and boring. They’d eventually boarded a plane to finish their trip.

(Name) stepped out of the airport, sleepily following Illumi. He’d offered to carry her several times but she was quick to reject him. She was still embarrassed that she’d fallen asleep on his shoulder during their flight, even after he reassured he didn’t mind.

The sun rose over the sky, bathing the two in the morning light. Cars passed by, stopping to pick up their passengers. A limousine pulled up, parking in front of them.

Another person stepped out, this time an older woman.

“Master Illumi, I am here to pick you and the lady up.”

The woman looked down at (Name) with critical eyes, taking in her slightly disheveled appearance with a frown.

(Name) tried her best to flatten out her wrinkled dress and put her loose hair back in place. “Thank you for taking us, Miss… um…”

“Her name is Tsubone. She is a butler of my family, the Zoldycks.” Illumi answered, watching (Name) nervously smooth out her cardigan with amusement.

“Thank you, Miss Tsubone.”

Tsubone gave her one last look before opening one of the doors. (Name) slid in without another word, anxiously looking herself over in the mirror. Would all of Illumi’s butlers and family look at her with such harsh, and judging eyes? To say she was nervous would be an understatement.

“You look fine, (Name). Before you meet my family you’ll have a bath and a change of clothes.”

He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. Illumi observed her so closely he could almost always tell what was on her mind. She was an open book, that girl.

(Name) nodded, resting her hands in her lap. “Alright…”

——————

(Name) stared at the testing gates with her jaw open. “Did you just say you can OPEN those?” She turned to Illumi, who held back a smirk.

“Yes. Easily, even.”

He pushed open six of the gates, glancing back at her shocked face. “Surprised?”

They enter, with her holding onto the back of his shirt.

“Illumi… that was so cool!”

She jumped up and down, holding his uninjured hand with excited eyes. He blinked, the lightest shade of pink tinting his cheeks.

“It’s nothing, I do it every time I come home.”

The tall assassin held her hand in his as they walked, only stoping for (Name) to coo at Mike.

“He’s not a puppy, you know. He eats people.”

“But he’s so cute!”

The “dog” in question didn’t react much to her coos and calls, only tilting his head when she called him “the cutest boy ever”.

“Alright, enough with the dog. Let’s get you home.”

————

The mansion… manor… whatever Illumi called it was the biggest… home(?) (Name) had ever seen. She kept looking at everything, peering into rooms and jumping when a butler would pass her by and bow.

“I can give you the tour your later. Right now…”

He looked her up and down, frowning at her tired eyes. “You need a bath, and some medicine…”

Illumi called for a butler, one appearing next to his side as soon as the words left his mouth.

“Yes, Master Illumi?”

“Have you prepared her bath and clothing?”

“Yes, Master Illumi. I shall take her at once.”

(Name) paused, grabbing Illumi’s sleeve. “Can you walk me there?”

This place was new and strange, of course she’d want the only familiar person to her to at least walk her to where she needed to go.

The butler watched as Illumi’s eyes softened. The usually callous man nodded, linking his arm with hers. “Of course.”

The walk was long, the three strolling down winding hallways and up steep stairs. When they had finally reached their destination, (Name) was sweating lightly.

“I’ll have to leave now. I have some things to attend to, including informing my family of your arrival.”

He sighed, watching as (Name) pulled her cardigan off. “Unless…”

He pulled her closer, tilting her chin up to look her in the eye. “You want me to join you in the bath, too?”

(Name)’s face heated up, her eyes wide as saucers. “N-no, I’m okay bathing myself.”

Her words came out in a squeak, her eyes looking at everything but him.

“Aww… what a shame.”

He booped her nose, pulling away. “I was just kidding, (Name). See you at dinner.”

And with that he was gone, leaving (Name) a blushing mess. The butler next to her, a woman who looked only a bit older than her, helped her into the room and into the bath.

She appreciated the help, the tub being too tall for her to climb into without hurting her injured body. Once she was in the warm, soapy water, the butler left.

“Just call for me when you finish and I’ll help you out. I’ll go grab your clothing.”

The bath was huge, bigger than a hot tub. She easily swam around, seeing expensive soap waiting for her on a shelf over the bath.

“Oh, this is my favorite scent.”

It was similar to the usual brand she used, only more luxurious. It had the same strawberry smell though, (Name) humming in content as she washed over her aching body.

She drained the tub, using a shower head to rinse of the suds. A blissful sigh left her lips as the warm water cascading down her body. Once she was done, she called for the butler, who offered her a towel.

It was probably the fluffiest thing she’d ever felt, rubbing it against her face before wrapping it around her body.

“Master Illumi requested you wear this to dinner.”

The dress in question was a full length evening down, pink in color. It silk, soft to the touch and comfortable. The sizing was perfect, almost like it was made for her.

“I will help fix your hair and makeup. Sit back and relax.”

(Name) sat on a stool, which was much more comfortable than she would have thought. Her hair was done in a different style than usual, putting it (up/down/into a different style).

She looked over herself in the mirror, her mouth agape. The makeup was light, only highlighting her natural beauty, and her hair was stunning! The butler helped her into her dress, completing the look with a pair of short white heels.

She was given some pain killers to help with the pain in her chest and stomach, which she took gratefully. After taking it she began to instantly feel better and like herself again.

(Name) took a quick selfie to send to her friends, a giggle threatening to spill from her lips.

“Dinner will be starting soon, allow me to take you to the dining hall.”

—————

The butler led her back downstairs and into a large dining hall.

She was the second to arrive, with a child standing in the doorway, seemingly waiting for her.

“Hello.” (Name) said, waving her hand politely. The child was shorter than her by a few inches, having a black bob and wearing a black kimono with flowers decorating the bottom. They didn’t answer back, only looking her over.

“Are you… one of Illumi’s siblings?”

Illumi had informed her he had many siblings, most looking similar to him. The child nodded, fanning themself.

“I am his younger brother, Kalluto.”

‘Brother? He looks just like a girl…’ (Name) thinks, staring into his pink eyes.

“Oh. Well, my name is (Name). I’m here to-“

A hand covered her mouth, (Name) looking back to see illumi behind her. He’d also cleaned up, wearing a long sleeved, formal black shirt that revealed his pale chest. He was also wearing black pants, and black shoes. ‘Vampire.’ (Name) thought, wondering why the word thought felt so… familiar.

“She’s here to have dinner and stay a while.” He said, pulling his hand away from her lips. She whined about him smudging her lipstick, but he only grabbed her chin and helped her reapply it under the watchful gaze of his younger brother.

“I see. Let’s get seated before Mother arrives.”

The three sit, Illumi on one side of (Name) and Kalluto on the other. They patiently waited for the other members of the Zoldyck family to arrive.

“Illumi, I heard you passed the Hunter Exam.”

The three stood to attention when they heard the voice of the head of the house. Illumi’s grandfather stepped into the room, glancing at (Name) as he did.

“Yes, grandfather.”

“And I see we have a guest. Haven’t had a guest in years.”

(Name) tensed, waving at him. “Thank you for allowing me to stay here, Mister Zoldyck.” She bows slightly, looking to Illumi to make sure she wasn’t making a fool of herself.

He gave her a thumbs up and she sighed, lightly leaning against him. The old man noticed this, a small grin spreading on his aging features.

“Hmm, I see you’ve got yourself a…”

Illumi sends him a warning glance. The older man raised an eyebrow at this, not taking Illumi for the type to be rebellious. He decided to drop it, waving his hand.

“Anyways, my name is Zeno, I am Illumi’s grandfather. What is your name, miss?”

“It’s (Name)!”

She smiled at him, her (e/c) eyes bright and cheery. He nodded, giving her a calm smile back.

Another man walked in. He resembled Kalluto and Illumi, only not as thin. The man took his place at the table, not giving (Name) a second glance.

“Milluki, how nice of you to join us.” Illumi called, his hand resting on (Name)’s thigh. She raised an eyebrow, but didn’t remove his hand. It didn’t feel sexual, more reassuring than anything, as if he put his hand there to keep her calm.

Milluki scoffed, his eyes finally meeting (Name)’s. “Brother brought home a woman, what a shock.”

Illumi frowned. “Not as surprising as you bringing a woman home would be.” This caused Milluki’s nostrils to flare, his arms crossing over his chest.

The room was silent. The only sound heard was (Name) nervously tapping her foot, glancing between Illumi’s family members.

‘Okay, that’s Kalluto, that’s Zeno, that’s Milluki. Don’t forget their names.’

The door opened yet again, with a couple walking in. (Name) assumed them to be Illumi’s mother and father, but stayed silent. They were a lot more intimidating than Zeno.

The father was tall, with a muscular build. He looked a lot like an older killua, his cat like blue eyes scanning the room before landing on (Name).

The woman resembled illumi more, with black hair and a visor covering her eyes. (Name) couldn’t tell if she was giving her a warm or menacing look, it was impossible for her to read the woman’s body language.

Once the two took their place at the table, the rest of them sat. Illumi pulled (Name) down into her seat, almost smiling at her flustered expression.

Food was rushed in, plates being sat in front of the group before (Name) could think. She peered around the table to see the rest of the family was already eating.

(Name) raised a form to her mouth, only for Illumi to stop her.

“You didn’t add any poison to her serving, correct?”

“What?”

(Name) dropped her fork onto her plate, a hand against her mouth. The butler nodded. “I can provide a test if it would lighten your worry, Master Illumi.”

Illumi shook his head. “That’s fine. You’re okay to eat, (Name).”

She didn’t feel hungry anymore, but lifted the fork into her mouth, almost moaning at the intense flavor. It was some kind of seafood, the fish(?) was something she couldn’t recognize. As she munched away, Illumi’s eyes rarely left her lips.

“So, (Name).”

The woman’s voice rang out into the dining hall, causing all three of her children to pause and give her their full attention.

“I heard you and Illumi took the same exam. He tells me you had… strong potential.”

The woman eyed her, her sharp fingernails tapping against the table. (Name) swallowed her food, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “Uh, yes. He actually helped me quite a bit.”

She reached out to tug on his sleeve, a nervous habit. His gaze didn’t leave his mother, but his hand drifted to graze against hers.

“I see. You must be… very grateful. I’m Kikyo, by the way. Illumi’s mother.”

She smiled. (Name) shivered. Something about having Kikyo’s attention on her felt dangerous, wrong even. The man, assumably Illumi’s father, cleared his throat.

“And I am Silva, Illumi’s father. Welcome to our home.”

Kikyo leaned against the table lightly, her smile never leaving her face. “Illumi says you have awakened your nen subconsciously. Say, Illumi, have you determined what her branch is?”

Illumi shook his head, glancing down at (Name). “No, but I have an inkling of what her ability may be.”

‘Nen? Ability? I can’t understand what any of this means.’ (Name) held her head in her hand.

Kikyo rung a bell, and a butler was at her side immediately. “Yes, Mistress Kikyo?”

“Bring a cup full of water and a leaf. I want to test this girl’s nen.”

————

Dinner was finished quickly, (Name)’s plate being cleared away and replaced with a cup. She looked at it and then at Kikyo.

“Just focus on the cup dear. Let your surroundings fade to the back of your mind.”

Illumi watched her struggle for a moment, then gently placed her hands near the cup. “Focus your energy into your hands. Let your aura flow into the cup.”

Although (Name) didn’t understand some of the words he said, she got the gist. She performed Ren, the water not changing in the slightest.

“Nothing happened.” (Name) remarked, a pout on her lips. Illumi shook his head, his nails sharpening into a point and piercing the skin on his hand.

“Illumi, what are you-“

He poured the water onto the cut, the injury healing almost immediately. (Name) stared on in shock, her eyes switching from her hands to his and back again.

“Did… did I do that?”

Zeno hummed, standing and approaching (Name). “She’s a specialist, with some kind of healing ability. Interesting.”

The air in the room grew tense as the other two elder Zoldycks stood and approached her, their presence behind her sending shivers down her spine.

“Healers aren’t that common in the nen world, and for her ability to be this potent right after her awakening….”

Kikyo brushed her sharp nail against (Name)’s cheek, the latter freezing in place. She chuckled coldly at the girl’s reaction.

“That’s enough, Kikyo. You’re scaring the poor girl.”

Silva looked down at (Name) impossibly tall and menacing. He regarded her with a quizzical look, taking in her features as if he was interviewing her for an important job.

“Hmm. She’s got a nice face, and decent ability. How did she do in the exam?”

“Okay, though she needed my help a few times, she was able to hold her own as well. Her survival skills are above average.” Illumi remarked. He was being honest, she did have her moments where she needed help, but would have been okay on her own.

“Interesting. How long will she be staying with us?”

“Not sure, but she’ll be gone long before September 1st.”

His father hummed. “Stand up.”

It took (Name) a second to process his request, but she stood as soon as she did. He reached out his hand, offering it. (Name) took it, and they shook hands.

“Welcome to the family, (Name). Be sure to treat Illumi well.”

Illumi stood, a frown on his face. “Father, I told you we are not together.”

“Haha, not yet, but I think she’d be a perfect bride for you.”

(Name) blinked, trying to process all of the new information. What was nen? What did he mean welcome to the family? Illumi’s WHAT???

“Excuse me, Mister Silva, I’m…”

She passed out, being caught by Illumi. He sighed, hoisting her into his arms, careful not to graze her injuries.

“I’ll take her to her room.”

——————

“Did you see the way he looked at her? Darling, she’s perfect.”

“Yes, and the way she held onto him like a scared little mouse… reminds me of us when we were younger.”

Kalluto watched his father and mother chat about his brother and the girl. He didn’t really care much, only listening as he finished his dessert.

“He seems rather protective of her.” Zeno spoke up, silencing the two. He stretched his back. The clock above read 9:00 pm.

“It’s getting late, I’ll be headed to bed.”

Kalluto stood with his grandfather, following him out the door.

“Kalluto dear, will you go check on our guest?”

“Yes mother.”

He was planning on visiting (Name) anyways. Down the hall and up the stairs he ran, stopping before a intimidating oak door. This was the room (Name) would be staying in.

Kalluto knocked twice, waiting for a response. When he heard none, he pushed the door open.

On the king sized bed laid (Name) her makeup wiped away and now wearing a plain white nightgown. She was not the only one in bed, however, illumi was curled up beside her, a hand around her waist. His chin rested on the top of her head, his eyes glaring at Kalluto.

“Is there a reason for you being here, Kalluto?”

Kalluto blushed at this. He had never seen his brother be so affectionate, especially with a girl. (Name) gripped onto Illumi’s shirt tightly, whining in her sleep about a ‘stupid monkey and stupid tonpa’?

“Mother asked me to check in on our guest.” He replied, shyly peeking in through the doorway. Illumi rolled his eyes and shooed him away.

“You’ve checked, now run along. I’m tired.”

—————

Kalluto held a hand to his chest, his heart pounding. That was a side of his older brother he’d never seen before, a soft and loving side.

“What did you see?”

Kikyo tapped her long nails against the armrest of her chair impatiently. They were in her room, Kalluto having raced to his mother’s side after seeing the intimate moment.

“He was in bed with her.”

Kikyo’s tapping ceased, her mouth agape. “In bed? Oh heavens, I didn’t think this would happen so soon!” She jumped from her seat in spin around excitedly.

Kalluto tilted his head in confusion. “They were embracing each other. I think he changed her clothes for her as well.”

Kikyo’s face fell, but she smiled again. “Ah, I see. Still, lying next to a woman leads to much more. I’ll have grandchildren in no time!”

—————

The room was quiet besides the slow and methodical rhythm of (Name)’s breathing. Her face looked so peaceful, serene even.

Her grip on his shirt never loosened, but he didn’t mind. Illumi was overjoyed to be next to her in that moment, watching her sleep.

He just wasn’t expecting her to pull him in closer, wrapping her arms around his waist. His eyes widened, wondering if she had woken up.

He studied her breathing, and realized she was still asleep. “Mmm… warm.” She muttered against his chest, the vibration of her voice soothing his soul.

Illumi drug his hands from her shoulders down to her waist, gripping the fat of her hips in his thin fingers.

“Goodnight, (Name).”

——————

(Name) woke up the next morning with a headache. The sun peaked through the heavy curtains, shining right into her eyes.

The sound of birdsong filled her ears, making her finally sit up and stretch her arms.

After stretching, the first thing (name) did was take in her surroundings.

The room had four windows, all with the curtains drawn to let in sunlight. Her bed was king sized, with a soft pink comforter. When she pushed off the bed to step onto the floor, she noticed a pair of bunny slippers waiting for her. “Oh, these are cute…”

“I thought you’d like them.”

(Name) jumped, turning to see illumi lying on her bed, the comforter draped over his form. His hair was slightly disheveled, and by the way he rubbed his eyes…

“Did… did you sleep with me?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Your grip on me didn’t give me much of a choice.”

She covered her face with her hands, groaning loudly.

‘Well, this isn’t the first time I’ve had a man sleep in my bed, and judging by the way he looks so content… it won’t be the last.’

“So, when does my training start?”

Illumi leaped out of the bed with ease, stretching his arms and legs. “After breakfast we’ll begin your nen training. Get dressed in something you can exercise in and I’ll be back in 10 minutes to fetch you.”

Before she could ask what clothes she would be wearing, he was out the door and down the hall. ‘Damn he moves quick.’

(Name) turned her attention to the closet, doubtful. “There’s no way they already have a wardrobe ready for me.”

But they did, several rows of evening gowns, different types of dresses, shorts, shirts, pants, and skirts were on display. There was even a drawer with the kind of underwear she preferred, and socks with little animals on them.

“I fear they have my style down pat…”

She held up a tshirt with a strawberry pattern, pulling it on over her head and marveling at the way it fit her. She pulled on a pair of sweatpants and just stared at herself in the mirror, astonished.

“These are comfortable. Too comfortable. This is troubling…”

(Name) finished her outfit with a pair of socks and black running shoes. She put on her last shoe just as Illumi walked in, Kalluto in tow.

Illumi was wearing a pair of black slacks and another shirt that showed off his chest, this time white. It kind of looked like a shirt a pirate would wear, the sleeves ruffled.

Kalluto waved at (Name) shyly.

“Oh, good morning Kalluto.”

(Name) gave the young boy a sweet smile, stretching out her hand. “We didn’t get to talk much last night, did you sleep well?”

The black haired boy eyed her hand suspiciously, turning to Illumi. The older Zoldyck nodded, and Kalluto shook her hand.

“You don’t have to worry about her, Kalluto. She’s not a threat.”

Kalluto seemed to take his brothers words as gospel and immediately relaxed. (Name) stepped out of her room, her shirt riding up ever so slightly to expose her bruised flesh. Illumi’s eyes didn’t leave the exposed skin, grimacing at the sight. He couldn’t help but still feel guilty for causing her that much pain.

“(Name), are you feeling any better?”

Illumi held onto her wrist. She stopped her descent down the stairs to nod, pulling her shirt down. “I mean, it still hurts, but after my bath and eating yesterday I feel much better.”

(Name) continued her walk, holding onto the railing as she descended the stairs. Butlers swarmed the mansion, carrying things, talking with each other, and preparing the morning meal.

“Breakfast is ready, we’ll be the only ones eating this morning.”

Illumi was right, the dining hall was empty besides the three. All three sat and ate quietly, (Name) stealing glances at the two throughout her meal.

“So, is Killua home yet?”

Kalluto nearly dropped his fork at this question, peering at her from his seat next to her.

“Yes, he arrived last night.”

(Name) perked up at Illumi’s words, grabbing his arm. “Can I see him?”

“No.”

She paused, her grip on his arm loosening. “No? Why not?”

“Because he’s on punishment. Milluki is handling it, currently.”

(Name) let go of Illumi, her face darkening ever so slightly. “What kind of punishment?”

He noticed the change in her aura and faced her. “(Name), what our family does to punish misbehavior is none of your business. Do I make myself clear?”

His words gave her no room to argue, but his tone is what made her stay quiet. It was hostile and harsh, different than his usual soft way of speaking to her.

“…”

She leaned away from him, her shoulder instead touching Kalluto’s. The boys curiosity was peaked. How did this girl know his brothers? Why did she look so sad at Illumi’s words?

Illumi attempted to reach out and cup her cheek, but she turned away. He sighed, standing from his chair.

“I have a job, so I’ll be leaving for a few days. Kalluto will be training with you, so think of him as your mentor.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow at this, but kept quiet. She would assume a boy as young as him wouldn’t know a thing about fighting, but these were the Zoldycks, and she’d seen Killua’s skill first hand.

He pulled on a coat, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. She squeaked, swatting at his hands that wandered around her waist.

“Goodbye, (Name). I will call you when I’m on my way home.”

As he exited the door, (name) stood from her chair. She walked over, Illumi pausing to wait for her.

(Name) watched him for a moment, his back to her.

“… be safe.”

He smiled, and left. His chest felt fuzzy, and he hoped she would be in a better mood when he returned home.

‘I want her to greet me with her pretty smile…’

—————

Kalluto brought her outside into the Manor’s yard, leading her to a small building by her hand. Training equipment dotted the building, with several spots to spar, including a boxing ring.

“Wait here for a moment.” Kalluto said, letting go of her hand. Once he was out of sight, she pulled out her phone.

A few old messages of their reactions to her selfie appeared.

Pretty Boy🫶: You look beautiful, (Name). I hope you sleep well.

Silly<3: who you getting all dressed up for?

She scrolled down through the messages with a light blush on her cheeks.

Pretty Boy🫶: we just landed, will be there soon. Gon says hi.

Silly<3: that man is treating you okay, right?

(Name) grinned at their messages. She’d added Leorio and Kurapika into a group chat the night before to make communication between the three easier.

(Name): tell Gon I said hi back, and I guess. He’s a bit handsy though.

The response from the two was automatic, a laugh escaping her lips.

Pretty Boy🫶: Handsy? What do you mean by that?

Silly<3: I swear to god I’ll kill him!!

She covered her mouth to stifle her giggles.

(Name): He just keeps putting his hands around my waist. He slept in my bed last night and kissed the top of my head. Weird right?

(Name) didn’t even have to wait a second for their responses.

Pretty Boy🫶: In your bed? I may have to agree with Leorio on this. Men are dangerous, (Name).

Silly<3: STAB HIM

Pretty Boy🫶: Leorio is currently sprinting out of the airport, I have to catch him before he gets his hands on a knife. Gon said to be careful, call us if you get uncomfortable!

(Name) shakes her head, giggling.

“What are you laughing at?”

(Name) jumps up and falls onto the floor when Kalluto appears behind her, peering over her shoulder. “Oh, nothing, just my friends being… silly.”

The boy hummed, offering a hand to help her up. His grip wasn’t as gentle as Illumi’s, hauling her onto her feet so hard she flew through the air.

“Yeesh, Kalluto, you’re strong.”

Kalluto squared his shoulders and nodded. “As a member of the Zoldyck family, we receive training from a young age. I may not be as strong as my older brothers, but I am no weakling.”

“That’s amazing, I’m proud!”

Kalluto’s face erupted into a blush, quickly turning away from the older woman. No one had ever told him they were proud of him!

His hands played with the fabric of his kimono, his back to (Name). “Big brother informed me of your injuries, so for the next few days we will focus on mediation and light exercise. Tsubone will be here to watch us spar next week.”

The light exercise Kalluto had mentioned was running a mile and then doing push ups and sit up until she nearly threw up.

“If this is light exercise, I don’t want to know what heavy exercise is…” she whined, sprawling out on the training building’s floor. Kalluto chuckled, leaning down to offer her a bottle of water.

“Big brother asked me to be gentle with you, so I will. Let’s begin meditation, okay?”

(Name) thought back to Illumi, wondering what he was doing. Was he safe? She really hoped he was. ‘Hope he gets home soon…’

——————

“Any questions about nen you’d like me to answer?” Kalluto asked, sitting on a pillow in front of her.

The two had since left the training building, having moved into the manor to mediate in the silence of her bedroom. They sat on the floor, incense burning on her nightstand.

“Yeah, what is nen?”

Kalluto raised an eyebrow. “You’ve awakened your nen yet you do not know what it is?”

‘I’m beginning to understand big brother’s interest in her power…’

She groaned, rubbing her temple. “People keep saying I awakened my nen or I have an interesting power, but I have no idea what that means. Could you please explain?”

Kalluto hummed, hand on his chin. “Mmm, I could… if you explain your relationship with my brothers!”

Kalluto didn’t think he’d get a better chance than this to actually learn the truth about her and his brothers, with Illumi gone there was no one to get in the way of the truth.

“Sure? It’s not like it’s some big secret.” She waved her hand dismissively.

“Illumi, Killua, and I took the exam together. Killua and I worked together with some other people while Illumi stayed disguised as a man called Gittarackur.”

Kalluto nodded, signaling for her to go on.

“Gittara- I mean Illumi helped me several times during the exam, and because of that I owe him a favor. That’s why I’m here.”

He seemed unsatisfied with this answer. “Is that all?”

She nodded. “Yep, pretty much. I’m here to return the favor, nothing more nothing less.”

Kalluto frowned. “Are you sure that’s the only reason you’re here?”

“Um… yes? Besides coming to see Killua.”

A silence overtook the two, Kalluto drifting off in thought.

‘I thought she came here to be my brother’s bride, the way he looks at her is not friendly.’

“Kalluto? Kallutooo! Earth to Kalluto!”

He blinked, finally able to snap out if his thoughts when she gently shook his shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re just friends?” He blurted out, immediately regretting his choice of words when (Name) scowled.

“Saying we’re friends is a stretch, more like acquaintances. If I’m friends with anyone it’s Killua.”

Kalluto couldn’t understand why, but he felt a bit sorry for his brother. That didn’t distract him for long, though, and he quickly recovered from his thoughts.

“Alright, I’ll teach you about nen. Let’s start with Ten.”

——————

Strawberries sent a picture!

(Name)’s friend opened up his phone after a long morning of work, scrolling down to see (Name) in a pink evening gown, her hair and makeup done perfectly.

“…”

He saved the picture, scrolling through his settings to make it his wallpaper.

“Who she getting all pretty for? Tch.” He closed his phone, pushing himself off of his bed and into the bathroom to clean the blood and viscera off of his hands and clothes.

[mxnsxngie]

Meant For Me (P.S): Chapter 1

Warnings: talks of sexual encounters and prior drunk shenanigans but no detailed scenes

Word Count: 1893

Author's Note: Okay SO! I have never written a series OR smau OR for Ateez before, but here we go! I hope you all like one Park Seonghwa, and I hope you enjoy!

Let Me Know What You Think!

“I swear this place has the best coffee” you hummed as you walked across the coffee shop with your friends to grab a large table for everyone.

“Girl we’ve known they do” Mae said as she plopped herself into one of the seats at the table.

“I know that, but it still somehow baffles me every time” you say as you sit down in a chair beside her, laughing at her.

“Same here, it’s soooo good! I couldn’t survive without it” Cassi says as she sits across from you. You all nod and hum in agreement. So what if you were all caffeine addicts?

“Okay so spill, how did you find your soulmate and what’s he like?! I want to know everything!” Cassi says as she looks over at Mae, turning towards her.

“Oh my god yes! Please tell us about the guys that’s managed to keep you holed up for like, 3 days” you chuckle as you turn towards her too.

“Okay first of all, he is sooo good. When y’all find your soulmates you’ll be doing the same, because girl it is amazing! But we’ll get back to that!” Mae says causing you all to laugh at her. She could be a bit dramatic but somehow you didn’t think she was exaggerating on this one. You only hoped you’d get to experience this.

“So, remember how I mentioned I have a project for my literature class that we had to have a partner for and I got paired with that extremely pretty guy?” She asks you and Cassi.

“Yeah! Oh my god, no way? Is it him?!” Cassi asks in surprise.

“She’s getting there, let her tell the story” you laugh at your friends eagerness.

“I’m getting there! But yes, that guy! So we were meeting up at the library to work on the project and he beat me there. I was walking towards him and like my clumsy ass tripped! I think it must have been on a cord or something, but I tripped and landed on his lap. Thank god he caught me, but my heart was racing and l thought it was from the fall. But I looked at him, and my side kind of started tingling, right where my mark is. And I realized when I landed in his lap, he caught me by my side so I wouldn’t fall off him. It took my breath away, and then I realized when he caught me my hand was kind of on the side of of his face, like my hand in his hair on the side of his face, and right under my thumb, he had a mark by his eye where I was holding him! We kind of just sat there for a moment looking at each other after that” she laughed a little, but had a dreamy look on her face.

“Stop that’s so cute! But how did the disappearing for three days happen?” Cassi asked with a smirk.

“Oh that’s the best part! So after we were looking at each other for a minute, he leaned over and kissed me and it was like literal sparks were flying. I was breathless when we pulled back and he asked if I wanted to go back to his place to get acquainted before we did the project, so we scrambled to grab our stuff and went to his. And uh, well we spent the next couple of days alternating between fucking like animals and working on the project” she laughs. “But god the things that man can do, he is something else” she groans.

“Sounds like it” you laugh, looking at the dazed look on your friends face.

“God I can’t wait for that” Cassi sighs as she sips her coffee.

“I hope I get that cause it sounds amazing” you say as you look at your drink before taking a sip, trying not to be too disappointed.

“Oh you will and you’ll love it. It’s a like a whole other world when it’s with your soulmate. Ooo speaking of!” Mae says as she jumps up from her seat. You laugh at her as you and Cassi stand up and follow her to where she’s run over to a group of four guys who walked in. She immediately is hugging one of them as he gives her a brief kiss and takes her hand as she leads them back to where you and Cassi are standing at the table.

“Guys this is my Yeosang! Yeosang, these are my best friends Cassi and y/n!” Mae says as he reaches his hand out to shake both of yours.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you!” You say as you shake his hand. Mae wasn’t exaggerating, he was stunning.

“Nice to meet you too! This coffee shop looks really nice” he says as he shakes Cassi’s hand.

“Isn’t it?!” Mae says to him with a smile.

“Oh so it’s okay when he talks about the aesthetic but not me?” You say with a brow raised.

“Yeah, you talk about how cute places are all the time, but this is the first time he’s ever really said a place is aesthetically pleasing” Mae says with a smirk.

“Yeah yeah I see how it is” you say with a joking eye roll, causing everyone to laugh.

“Oh I’m so sorry! I should introduce the others!” Yeosang says as he looks over to his friends

“This chaotic dumbass is Wooyoung” Yeosang says as he gestures to a shorter man with dark hair.

“First of all, I take offense to that. But hi, you guys can call me Woo, nice to meet you” he says with a smirk as he shakes both of your hands. You snickered at his attitude, Mae was going to be great friends with him.

“This is Hongjoong” he introduces as he claps his friend on the shoulder.

“Pleasure to meet you” the shorter blonde says as he shakes your hand before moving towards Cassi.

“And the tall one here is Seonghwa” he says as the tall dark haired man steps forward to shake your hand with a beautiful smile.

“It’s nice to meet you” he says, as he smiles down at you.

“It’s nice to meet you too” you say smiling back as you get lost in his eyes for a second as you shake his hand. He really was stunning, and you couldn’t explain it, but something about him felt comforting. Just as a light blush was taking over your cheeks, you hear a pair of gasps come from your right. You all turn your heads to see Cassi and Hongjoong shaking hands with their eyes locked in shock.

“Are you guys okay?” You ask as you slowly drop Seonghwa’s hand and turn to stand next to him as you look at your friends in confusion.

“It’s you?” They both accidentally say in unison before laughing together.

“I’m confused here” Seonghwa says from beside you, just as puzzled.

“No fucking way! This is great! Our friends are soulmates too!” Mae says as she bounces a little beside Yeosang.

“Wait really? They just looked at each other” Yeosang says in surprise.

“Yeah but it’s different for everyone. I didn’t have a mark, but I guess ours was eye contact” Cassi says quietly, still looking Hongjoong in the eye as she smiles.

“I can’t believe I found you” Hongjoong says smiling back.

“Well shit! That’s awesome! Now we just need to find Hwa’s” Woo says as he claps Seonghwa’s shoulder.

The tall man beside you groans as everyone starts moving to sit down at the table and takes a seat.

“I already told you man, I don’t think I have one” he says as he sits down and you sit on one side of him while Woo sits on his other side. “Besides, you haven’t found yours either” he tells his friend with a scolding look.

“Yeah but I will, I know they’re out there. I’m not convinced I don’t have one like you, mom” Woo teases his friend as Mae and Cassi turn in surprise.

“You don’t think you have one? That’s funny, y/n doesn’t think she does either” Mae says from beside Yeosang as they hold hands.

“Mae!” You screech at your friend.

“What? It’s true!” She says as if it’s the simplest thing.

“Wait seriously? That’s a little weird. What a coincidence” Woo says with a smirk at Seonghwa.

“It is a little! Maybe you’re each others soulmates and don’t know it yet” Hongjoong offers with his arm around Cassi.

“Guys I know you all want to help but I don’t think I have one. If I do that’ll be great, but I’m really doubting it” you say a little defeated.

“I have to agree, it’ll be great if we do have one, but until then we’re fine, so let us figure it out?” Seonghwa speaks up form besides you. Everyone nods and murmurs their agreement before changing the subject.

As everyone starts talking, you feel Seonghwa slowly take your hand from beside you and you look up at him.

“Sorry that happened. I knew my friends could be like that, but I didn’t realize yours were too. I didn’t want you to get roped into that.” He says quietly as he looks at you, rubbing your hand with his thumb.

“No it’s okay, I’m used to it honestly. But thanks for that, I appreciate you calming them all down. It’s nice to not be the only having to do that anymore” you say with a chuckle as you smile at him. You felt a little warmth where his thumb rubbed your hand as he held it. Something about his touch was just so calming and soothing. You couldn’t explain why, but you weren’t complaining.

“We’ll I’ll gladly come to the rescue anytime. Give me your number, just in case you know” he says as he chuckles with a smile. You smile back and give him your number before looking at each other again. He just felt so familiar and you loved how at ease he made you feel.

“Hey! Hellooooo! Earth to Kayla!” You hear Mae yelling at you two with a smirk on her face. Shit, you were definitely getting it later.

“Sorry, what’s up?” You say blushing as you look at your friend. What you don’t notice is Seonghwa doing the same as Woo smirks at him.

“We’re all going to go for a movie or something. Are you guys in or do you need a room or something?” She smirks as she asks you.

“No no, we’ll come, sorry!” You say as you blush with a chuckle.

“Cool, let’s all go then!” Cassi says as everyone goes to stand after everyone exchanged numbers. As you do the same, you realize Seonghwa was still holding your hand.

You hadn’t even realized he still was, but you didn’t mind. Somehow Seonghwa made the fact that your friends found their soulmates and you hadn’t more tolerable. Him not having one either coupled with the calm and peaceful feeling he gave you when he was around you made everything feel like it would be okay. You couldn’t but smile as you looked at him while he led you out with the others. Maybe not having a soulmate wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

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Wish I was her (Lee Juyeon)

Angst, one sided love, Miyeon is not the one from Idle y’all

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Sitting in a circle, loud music blasting in the background, everyone in your friend group had their own drinks. Most of you were drunk but sober enough to play a game of spin the bottle. On whomever the bottle lands on they kiss. Gender does not matter.

You had no intention of taking part in this but Miyeon kept on forcing you. Sitting beside her you kept your drink in your hand as you leaned back on the wall.

A few spins were already done. Making out here and there. This was probably the last spin because all of you were already bored. With a uninterested gaze you watched as the bottle was spinning. Slowing down slowly you saw how it started stopping right in front of you.

Lifting your eyes to see on whom you had to kiss you saw Juyeon...staring at you with a unrecognisable gaze. Gulping you went towards him as he did the same. When you both were a few inches apart he came more close to you.

His lips on yours. Moving slowly as he tenderly kissed you. This moment could have went on forever but he pulled away. Before he pulled away completely he came close to your ear as he whispered.

"This kiss does not mean anything. I hope you keep this in mind." Merely nodding you went back to your seat.

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"Y/N...you're close with Juyeon right? What do you think about him?" Hearing what Miyeon said you stopped what you were doing as you faced her.

"What...do you mean? Do you...like him or something?" You asked carefully hoping she would say no.

"I don't know. Maybe? I mean...he's nice, funny and he also has the looks. Can you see if he is maybe interested in me?" You slowly nodded your head at her as Miyeon hugged you tightly.

You and your best friend liking the same guy? I mean...you knew you had no chance against her. Everyone liked her. You were nothing but just a side character.

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Sitting in the library you anxiously kept stealing glances at Juyeon as he was writing something down. Sighing you closed your book as you stared up at him.

"What do you think about Miyeon?" You saw how he stopped what he was doing. Staring at you with a questionable look he tilted his head slightly.

"Why are you asking this so suddenly?"

"Nothing...just curious. I mean everyone likes her. What do you think about her?" You saw how he got lost in his thoughts.

"I mean...she is nice, humble, pretty even. Whenever she smiles at me my heart starts beating really fast. She's just so....nice, she is also good at whatever she does." You stopped breathing for a second. This was more then that. Juyeon liked her...

"I...I see. I will see you tomorrow. I just remembered something urgent. Bye!" Gathering all your things you sprinted out of the library without waiting for Juyeon's reply.

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"So...what did Juyeon say?" Miyeon asked excitedly as she jumped up and down. Seeing her acting like this made you smile.

Picking up your dog belly, you kept her on your lap.

"He likes you. I am sure of it. You both would make a....great couple." You forcefully said those words as you saw how her eyes lit up at what you said.

"Omg. Y/N. Please do me one more favour. Convince him to go on a date with me. I don't have the guts to ask him out. Can't you do something? You're great in these kind of things." You looked at Miyeon as she joined her hands.

You wanted to say no. You wanted to tell her. You wanted to tell her that you're hurt. You wanted to just tell her that you also like him, tell her you did not want to do that but looking at her right now, Ilooking at her smile like this made you feel like a horrible friend. You can't just make her sad because you can't get the man you like. Because you're being such a coward at confessing your feelings. Because you're not as good as her.

Nodding you diverted your attention to Belly. Stroking her head you stared of into nothing.

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"Juyeon...just meet me here in this park at 6:00 P.M. I have to say something. Dress nicely too." Biting your lips you nervously sent the text as Miyeon kept on shaking you.

Standing up you bid your goodbye to her as you walked away. You wished you were her in many circumstances but they went away quickly. But right now you wished that you had her life more than anything.

Getting in the washroom you went in a empty stall as you locked it. Sitting on top of the lid you silently let your tears out.

Why did you never get what you wanted? Why does no one love you? Are you that unlikable?

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Sitting in the cafeteria you used your laptop to complete your English assignment when you heard loud noises.

Stopping the song you looked in the direction the noise was coming from. There stood Juyeon and Miyeon. Looking down at their intertwined hands you held back your tears as you put on your fake smile when you saw them coming towards you.

As soon as Miyeon came close to you she hugged you tightly making you let out a small laugh. A mere tear slipped through your eyes as you immediately wiped it before anyone noticed it.

"I see that it all worked out between you two. I am...glad it did." Stoping mid sentence you took a deep breath so that your voice does not crack.

"Yes. Thank you so much Y/N, without you I don't think we would've been together right now." You nodded your head at Juyeon.

Standing up you gathered your things.

"Wait...you're leaving? We just came here tho." You saw how Miyeon got a bit sad to see you leaving. You nodded your head as you said your goodbyes to them.

"Yeah. Gotta submit some paperwork to Professor Lee. See you both around."

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"Are you cold? Here take my sweater." You heard Juyeon say. You were gonna deny it but stopped as soon as you saw him talking to Miyeon. Right...

"It looks better on you. You keep it. I love it when you wear my clothes."

But you were also right here. You were also freezing cold. Hell you were shaking from cold. But there was no one who could keep you warm in such a cold night. The one who used to was now someone else's. The man you like is someone else's. Not yours...

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"Are you cold? Here take this." Juyeon said as he placed his sweater on top of you. Denying you tried giving it back to him but this time he made you wear it.

"See. It looks better on you. Come here. I will hug you. You're shaking so much. My hug will keep you warm. Come here now Y/N."

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You said it looked better on me too. What about me?

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"Y/N! Can you take a picture of me and Miyeon?" Before you could even reply Juyeon shoved the camera in your hands.

Him placing his hands on her shoulder as he smiled so brightly.

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"Excuse me! Could you take a picture of us?" Before the stranger could even reply Juyeon ran back to you as he placed his hands on your shoulder.

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"Smile!" Click'

You watched as she walked away with Juyeon to see some other things. You wanted to hate her to the point you did not want to see her face again but how could you even? She was such a angel.

As much as she was nice you still wanted her dead.

Did all those moments he spent with you meant nothing to him? Probably not. He is much happier with Miyeon anyways.

You're not even as pretty as her. She was perfect.

You were just a chapter in their lives. They were just a chapter in your life. Your life is yet to start.

Your heart will always beat for Juyeon a little. But if you wanted these feelings to stop...you first had to stop meeting both of them.

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"Y/N! Hey. Are you coming to Eric's party tonight?"  You stopped in your tracks as you turned to face Juyeon.

"I..don't think I can make it. I actually started working to earn some money so..." saying that you started walking again

"Wait...since when did you start working? Wait for me! And why did you not tell me? Is something going on? You know you can tell me right?" Juyeon said as he tried catching up

"Nothing is going on Juyeon. Why don't you just go with Miyeon to Eric's party? You both would be eating each other's faces of anyways. And I don't think you will even notice that I was gone. Just...don't mind me. I already told Eric I am not coming." Saying that you ran off to your next class

"That was a bit mean. Me and Miyeon don't kiss that much...maybe we do...What is wrong with her tho....I was just being nice..." Juyeon said as he walked away from there.

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"Miyeon. Where's Y/N?"

"She said she started working so she cannot make it to the party.." Miyeon trailed of as she sat beside Juyeon.

"Since when did she start working? Is something wrong? She has been very distant nowadays..." Miyeon heard Eric talking.

"Wait...did she not tell you? She said she told you that she cannot come.."

"She technically lied to you Miyeon. Something's going on with her. We all know it and the way she is avoiding you and Juyeon like a plague these past few days we all know something is wrong. I can't believe you both did not notice it with the fact you both were the closest with her." Eric said as he walked away.

"Not to be mean you two...but Eric was kinda right. You both are just so caught with each other that you did not even notice your closest friend is going through something..." Chanhee trailed of as he went back to using his phone.

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Miyeoniee💞

Hey...meet me at the cafe near our university tomorrow. Don't make a excuse please.

Looking at the text you sighed as you threw your phone on your bed. Laying down, thoughts started occupying your mind.

What did she want to talk about? Did she get to know that you like Juyeon? Is she going to end your friendship? Or is it something else?

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"Y/N here!"

Looking in the direction the voice came from, you wished nothing more then to just runaway.

Beside Miyeon sat Juyeon as he held her hand in his. What if instead of Miyeon you were there? Would things be different? Would you be happy right now?

"Hey...what did you want to talk about?" You said that as you took a seat in front of them.

"What do you want? Anything to drink or eat? My treat.."

"I don't plan on staying here for too long Miyeon. Just say what you wanted to talk about..." You saw how she looked down as if she was contemplating something

"Is something wrong Y/N? Is your family going through something? You know that you can tell us right?" You looked down as soon as she uttered those words...

"How...how did you not notice Miyeon? How did you not notice that I also had feelings for Juyeon?"

"Wh-what..." you slowly looked up when you heard Juyeon's voice. Just to see him staring at you in shock.

"Why did you not tell me?" Miyeon asked quietly

"If you weren't just so obsessed with your life you would've noticed it. Look I am tired of being everyone's second choice Miyeon. I am tired of the fact that I will always be a side character in everyone's life....I thought that if I set you up both my feelings for Juyeon will go away but it did not. The more I saw him being so nice to you it reminded me of the fact that he also did those things with me...I thought that maybe if I avoided you both my feelings will go away but...in the end I will always have some feelings for Juyeon. I did not want to come in between you both so just...let me be..."

You stormed out from there but before you could leave the place you turned around just to see Juyeon comforting Miyeon...

Right...you will always be everyone's second choice...

Opening the door you went to the park you used to go always go to whenever you were sad.

Sitting on a bench you let your tears fall. Nothing would be the same anymore. Why did you do that? You could've just acted like everything was fine again. You were great at that.

"Here...wipe your nose. You look like a fool.." looking up with your teary eyes you saw Eric standing in front of you. Taking the handkerchief from his hand you wiped your nose.

"I saw...and heard everything you said...just so you know you're not everyone's second choice...at least not for me..you will always be my first choice no matter what."

"Really?" You asked in a small voice as you looked ahead as people walked past you both.

"Hmm..." taking your hand in his hand  he held it in a tight comforting grip "I will always be here for you. I think I fell in love with you...a little bit..or maybe a lot..I know you don't even like me right now..but I hope you will in the future. You were not just a side character...you're more then that. You're the person I always noticed when people were busy looking at Miyeon."

You stared at your intertwined hands and then at Eric just to see him staring at you. He slowly leaned in as he gave your forehead a kiss.

"Can I...court you?" You stared at him for a while. You saw how he was biting his lips in nervousness.

"Yeah...you can"

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Idk if this is good or not. I was listening to Heather and just wanted to write on this 😭. I don’t even think this will get a lot of attention….

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[calypso-finale]

Eighty Four. Part 2.

I just don’t understand what Robyn is on, I do not understand why she would tell that kind of information. I am so fucking angry at her, just to get stupid Rylee out of mess she is throwing another under the bus. I am sick of this shit “and?” she got off the phone “it’s not going to happen, don’t worry” I have to stare at her, I have to just glare at her like this because why the fuck is she acting like it’s ok “Junior, I seriously don’t need the tears, just go to Amerie and cry to her, go on move!” I said to him “you are wrong, just because she made a mistake, she fucked up and to come flying in like captain save a hoe to throw someone under the bus, this is damaging information that could damage him but also our grandson will grow up knowing this, I am fucking mad at you. You don’t fucking think, you just do it to save your stupid daughter. I do not care what she has done, you leave him alone” Robyn shook her head “they aren’t going to do it!? It’s done now, stop fucking going on about it because it isn’t happening now, don’t worry but he still needs to give us Aziel and tell him to go” I shook my head “nah, if he wants to take his son he can, you do not get involved and if you fucking do anything towards that boy we going to have problems, now fuck off out of my face” Robyn is mad with me but not seeing that she is jumping because Rylee said the word help, it is that crazy to me. I am going to go anyways; I am not staying here to deal with that shit. Banging the door shut, I don’t get what made her feel I would accept what she is doing, I wouldn’t ever. I hate her ideas; I hate the way she fucking thinks too. This is the issue with her, she sees her kids need her and she jumps, she doesn’t care who she affects, or who she hurts. As long as her kids are happy and ok. I won’t have it though, I refuse to let her destroy his character when we all fucking know what Rylee is like, she isn’t an angel, I love her, but she isn’t. I am going to go back to the house and just tell him, what else can I do, I think they both need to leave it now, hopefully this will break it and they don’t contact anymore, I have had enough of the shit now.

Answering Rylee call, I mean that is my baby so of course I am going to answer “yes I know” I just said it before she mentioned anything “you need to stop going to your mother, she is a psycho. It is wrong what she was trying to do to Oakley, I do not agree to it!” I spat “dad I never told her too, I asked her to help on what to do and she just jumped, I said to her mom listen to me, but she didn’t. But then she called me to tell me what she is doing, I don’t agree. Please tell me she isn’t?” shaking my head “nah she isn’t, we argued. I do not agree with her attacking him, I do not care for what you both did or were doing anymore!” I am pissed off “that video is bad dad, I don’t remember it” she thinks I care “ok, but that is your problem. What are you doing?” I asked “I am just waiting in the hanger to go back” I sighed out “yeah come back once he leaves, I think this it now. I don’t usually step in but I am, I am going to tell him and then this ends and just live your life, and he does his. Don’t talk to him, and he won’t you” I just knew she would cry “I don’t want that, I don’t even remember it. Saint was on my mind because he fucking said go to him then! It pissed me off, but I didn’t mean any of it, I didn’t” I shrugged “Rylee, let go. Be done, move on. He was your first and then you can get another, he has his own shit. It’s sad you both can’t have a friendship but that’s on y’all. But this ends now, you need to live your life. Without North, I peeped her there” trouble goes with her “I don’t even want to know the video, if it’s that bad” my kids are just annoying “it is” she added “well I am at the house, so speak later” disconnecting the call.

Wyge and Wadz are quiet and are eyeing each other up which to me shows that he probably knows or seen it by now “we will be out back” looking to the stairs “Aziel is down for a nap, later then usual” nodding my head “cool” he walked down the rest of the steps “I know” he just said “I mean it’s like it’s been solved, I was thinking like it’s weird that he is there and erm, Rylee was in my bed and it’s just the layout, if they don’t remember what happened then they did and you know. Alcohol really makes her be a different person, that wasn’t the shy one in the bedroom, I apologise, it’s your daughter but she always was shy and not like that, but that video showed different. It’s fine, you probably here to tell me to go” I feel bad for him “we not together anyways Chris, you don’t need to feel bad about it” he chuckled “I know but still, you been through a lot of shit, just because you pissed her off, it still doesn’t give her the right to do that” Oakley shrugged “that is more her though, I mean realistically that is the guy she should be with, I just, like I won’t bug you or your family anymore. But one thing, for me. Please don’t let her take Aziel from me, she may use the age thing against me and probably get me fucked up and then I don’t see him. I don’t want anything from your daughter, I just want to see Aziel, I don’t want the money from anything, I just yeah. We end it, I don’t want to see her, and she don’t see me” he is speaking and not even letting me talk “nobody is taking Aziel from you Oakley, don’t worry about that but I just want you to take care of you” Oakley laughed “you know what, this is very me and my life, I am either on a high or homeless, I mean I am not homeless, but I am on my ass, it is what it is. We move on” shaking my head “it’s not it is what it is Oakley, it’s got to hurt you. Don’t hold it in, I care for you a lot and you know that” Oakley shrugged “it is what it is Chris” he mumbled “I have already blocked her and stuff, and we just keep it like sane for Aziel” nodding my head, I am not happy about it.

I don’t know why I feel more upset for him then him feeling it, he is hiding it and I don’t like that either “you know what Chris, I am glad it happened. Because this journey with cancer hasn’t ended, I wish her nothing but the best and if she wants to move back home she can, London isn’t her anyways, just that maybe you would need to bring Aziel to me, I don’t know but I am done, it’s over” he is showing emotion now, he quickly wiped his tear “and if you see her, whenever you do. Tell her thank you for showing me that I can love and can be loved, thank you for warming my heart up because a guy like me never knew that” nodding my head “we still cool though Chris, don’t worry about it. you know what come to think of it, maybe we wasn’t meant to be and it’s a lesson. Tell Rylee to not feel bad, she will grow, and she has time for that. Just take care of her, she is a good girl like you said. I don’t hate her, I can’t hate her when I love her” I put my head down “but erm, yeah I am going to go anyways. Aziel won’t be part of the battle so I can trust you will let me have that open connection to him” nodding my head “I promise you” he sighed out “cool” he just said “Oakley, I want you to get better you have people that love you” he smiled at me “I am literally the joke, it’s alright. I am good, don’t worry about it” he got up laughing, he walked over to me “you still going to see me right?” shaking his hand as I pulled myself up “see you, I am always going to be there for you” hugging him “thank you” he said to me.

Locking my phone and placing it to the side of me, seeing the video wasn’t on my agenda but it came up and that has got to hurt him “papa, coco melon” he pointed at the TV “you want me to put it on” he nodded his head “ok” he ran off “mommy” he ran to her “awwww I missed you” Rylee said “papa not on” he pointed at the TV. Aziel is cheeky, complaining that I didn’t put coco melon on for him, but he was ok with what was on “I hate snitches my boy” he smiled at me, looking at Rylee and she is just so sad, but she needs to get over it “you look nice” I smiled “funny dad” she sat down with Aziel in her arms but he moved away from her “it’s on now, hey! You better sit down and watxh it” Aziel ran out of the room “I am funny, I’ve been told I am a comedian” she is not in the mood “you know you need to stop going to your mom, her ideas are harsh and in reality it is your issue. I stopped her doing that, she is not ruining his life because you wanted to be drunk, it’s done now. So you move on, do your thing and he does the same. I think he has blocked you; I think maybe give it a few months and you both can be parents to Aziel but yeah, it’s finished finally. Now we can move on, why are you crying?” This girl “how was he? When you was there?” She sniffled “he erm, he didn’t cry I mean he didn’t shed a tear but he just said it is what it is, he wasn’t shocked but he said it solved the mystery anyways. He seemed like he was keeping it close to his chest about things, he just said that he doesn’t want anything, he gives you full rights to come back home if you want, he said that he just wants to see Aziel, and that if you do cone back that I bring him when he stays with him, if you want that is. And he said to tell you that, thank you for loving him, and showing that he can be loved and that is when he did shed a tear” Rylee got up and ran off to cry “why you crying?” Junior asked but Rylee ran off by then, Junior mean mugged me “dad you making everyone cry! I don’t like it” he made his way over “me? I am the innocent party in this, I apologise you had to see it but that it. You don’t understand why, and never will. Mom and I are ok because she is wrong” I shrugged “but dad you was shouting, and now you make Rylee cry. Why?” He sat down “because when someone has messed up, they are going to cry, they made a mistake, and the mistake is done. You know son, when you love, that person you love ends up being your best friend too. Me and your mom we argue, but she my best friend. But if I did something really bad, I would love that friendship too. And your sister has lost her best friend so leave her, she will be ok” he pulled a face “but how can you love and be best friend?” I chuckled “listen son, be each other’s best friend first before anything” I am stressing him out “I am sorry though” he high fived me “I just don’t like it when everyone is really mad” I cooed out “my bad” I just lost my shit without thinking sometimes, Robyn does make me mad.

I have to check on my baby girl, I mean she is stupid, but she is my daughter “can I come in?” I asked, she is wiping her tears “you’re going to come in anyways, it’s your house” she is very emotional “ok, but this is still yours, don’t be like that” she shook her head “I’m just so hurt, like. I got drunk, with everyone having fun. I don’t remember any of it, but now I believe I had sex with him, and Wyge said he heard me say Oakley name, I probably thought it was him” I cringed “I don’t need to know that” she is just stupid “Wyge said he could hear me saying his name oh my god” she covered her face “I hate myself, I really fucking hate myself, what have I done. I don’t remember a thing though” shaking my head “look, we all make mistakes. You are young, it’s happened. Just mourn it and move on” Rylee looked at me “move on? Would you move on from mom!?” She spat “nah but I think this is done, like friendship wise it’s done. You didn’t cheat on him because you both weren’t together so don’t be upset” I wished she would stop crying “I was in the bed with him, and I just did that with Saint, oh my god” do I want to hear this “alright, just mourn it Rylee. I’ll be out there when you want to talk but just think of Aziel and his needs” I just said, I better leave her to it because she is spewing things out “will he be ok? Who’s going to lotion him?” I laughed “Wadz, just leave it. But yeah, just I don’t know” I have no idea “I can’t believe I just was in the bed with him, and I did that, how did that happen” slipping out of the door “I don’t want to know” I laughed, I do not need to know what she has been doing really. I mean that’s fucked up if she did that because even I would be pissed off, but it’s not my issue anymore, she has to deal with this on her own.

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine Steve encouraging Robin to ask you out before taking on Vecna

“You know I saw you blushing earlier when you came through the gate.” Steve whispered walking up beside Robin.

She jumped a little surprised by his presence but her eyes started to widen. When his words registered in her brain “wh-what I ha-have no-no-no idea what you’re talking about.” She stuttered out while her eyes searched desperately for you to make sure you were out of ear range out of the conservation. 

You were walking a few paces ahead of them beside Nancy and it looked as if you two were caught in an intense battle strategy discussion.

“When you came through the gate your face was as red as a tomato Robin, and I think I know why.” Steve went on with a grin when he followed her eyesight. “You’re looking right at her this very second”

“Oh shut up” Robin hissed shoving him away.

It was a good thing Steve was light and fast on his feet, or he wouldn’t have been able to dance out of the way of the tentacle. He nearly stumbled onto from the force of the push. “Hey easy we’re in the Upside Down one giant hive mind remember.”

“Then just drop the conservation now isn’t the time for it” Robin told him.

“No now is the perfect time for it. Weren’t you the one just telling me that you feel like this might be it for some of us. Even though I don’t agree with that prediction. I can’t deny that the stakes are a bit higher this time, and if one of us don’t come back for this. Then all of us owe to each other to be honest about how we feel for one another. This might be your last chance to do that with y/n, and I don’t think you should waste it Rob.” 

All Robin could think about as she processed Steve’s words was how she has spent the past two years of her life pinning after you. When you got the job at Scoop she was ecstatic, but in the end nothing really came from it. Because she was way too nervous to talk to you, and plus you assumed she had a thing for Steve. Her first real moment with you didn’t come till y’all running from the Russians in the mall. You were prepared to sacrifice yourself to give the rest of them a better chance at escaping. Before Eleven showed up and saved the day in that moment. When she thought you were about to killed and couldn’t stand the thought of losing you without saying something. Robin caught your hand before you could walk out into the open. 

It was the way she was gripping your hand like her life depended on it. Like you were a life line that made you turn back to look at her. It was if everything faded away for Robin and it was just the two of you. “Y/N I know you think I don’t like you, and I have a thing for Steve but that couldn’t be more far from the truth. Please don’t do this there has to be another way.”

“Hey its okay we’ve been in worst situations I’ll be fine” You told her squeezing her hand. Somehow in the midst of all this chaos you still had in you to be positive and wear your signature grin. It made her fall for you a bit harder if that was even possible. 

You went to stand up from your crouched position but a hard tug on your arm stopped you once again. Robin hadn’t let go of your hand yet, and her grip got so tight it was starting to hurt. “Y/N please don’t go I ne- Robin stop short of finishing her sentence. When you turned back around to look her in the eyes her head turned away breaking the eye contact. Even though you guys didn’t have a lot of time left before the Russian soldiers found the hiding. You still waited patiently for her to finish. “Robin what’s wrong you can tell me” You encouraged her.

“Um its just you can’t-” she paused again to swallow hard trying to find the right words. 

“Hey look at me please” You said squeezing her hand again.

Robin finally turned back to you her eyes locking onto yours. The emotional intensity in her’s didn’t faze you a bit. You figured she was just freaking out at everything that was going on. The emotions had finally caught up to her and she was spiraling. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you okay. You promised all of us would make it out alive.”

In that moment Robin knew she dropped the ball, and missed the perfect chance to tell you the truth. Steve would tease her about just a few months later when she would tell him about her feelings for you. Fast forward here you guys again walking into a situation where death was a possibility, and Robin could tell by the expressions on your face as you talked to with Nancy about the battle strategy. That just like last time you were determined on be the one to not  come back from this. If it came down too it you had no problem making this your last stand. 

“Y/N doesn’t have any real family waiting for her back home Robin, we’re all she’s got so in her eyes we are her family, and if she dies protecting us then that’s okay. She’s not going to know that you need her to be the one to survive this unless you tell her” Steve told her. 

Robin gave him a nod. 

“Hey Nance can you come here I want to go over something with you real quick.” He called out waving her over when she stopped to look back at him with a raised eyebrow. You paused too but something told you to stay put as Nancy drop backed so Steve could catch up with her. Leaving you to walk by yourself for the a while until your ears picked up on a footsteps running to catch up. You glanced over your shoulder to see it was Robin hoping over the tentacles. You came to a halt to make it easier for her.

“Hi” she breathed hunched over on her knees tired after running.

“Hey there you sure you don’t want to save some of that energy for Vecna.” You replied with the grin that made her knees go weak. Robing grabbed your arm as you started to resume walking. Her eyes bore into yours as the two of you stood there in silence for a couple of seconds. But finally the floodgates opened and Robin who was never good at small talk burst.

“Y/N I like you a lot okay, and not in the friendly way. The I want you to hold my hand and kiss me type of way. I want you to look at me the way Steve's being looking at Nancy these past couple of days way. I want to freaking be with you and I’ve wanted it for a long time. But I was just too terrified to say anything because I didn’t think it was possible for you to see me in the same way, and I really don’t want to ruin what we have. But I know you and I know you’re thinking that dying for us is okay because no one will miss you. So please know that you’re wrong I love you, and I’ll miss you. I need you to live so I can take you out so please don’t be a freaking martyr.” 

It all came out at once and so fast it was almost impossible for you to keep up with her words, but you managed and found yourself blushing profusely halfway through. Afterwards when she was done and just stood there breathing hard, hands twitching, and looking everywhere but you waiting in anticipation for your reply. You knew there was no words to tell her how you felt, so you reached out with both of your hands to cup her face. Forcing her too finally look at you but a second later her eyes closed as she felt your lips on hers. The kiss was slow and gentle as you poured all of your emotions into it. In the beginning Robin was slow to kiss back thinking this was all a dream, she’d be waking up from in just a few seconds. Once it hit her it was real her arms wrapped around your waist pulling your body flush to hers. 

“Wooo yes that’s my girl” Steve hollered making the two of you jump, and break apart. Nancy slapped him in the back of the head for ruining the moment. “You idiot.” He held up his hands defensively “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

“No longer than I have” You said pressing your forehead to Robin’s with an adorning look. “I would love to go out with you by the way if the kiss was a good enough answer.”

“Really you’re scared of what people might think.” She asked with a wavering smile.

You snorted “Not even a little bit the only people I care about are with me now, or back in Hawkins risking their life. But the most important person I care about is right here in front of me, and she’s all that matters.”