#yukio x reader

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Hi, can I request a love triangle between Rin and Yukio, with a female reader.

I hope you have a nice day.

Dress to Embarrass (Yukio Okumura x Reader x Rin Okumura)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 ��𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You’ve always had a hard time adjusting to this job. 

The very prospect of it was embarrassing. The uniform- which you always found to be very cute- had long since become a nuisance to put on, given all the negative attention it garnered. The voices and the script you had to stick to- they were just too shameless at times. Even after you learned how to keep yourself from grimacing every time you had to say “Master~”, it still didn’t prevent you from cringing internally, wondering if this is really the best-paying job in the area that doesn’t require any prior experience. And worst of all, there was the chance of someone seeing you here. 

Someone who you would recognize. Someone who would recognize you.

You know that many of your friends wouldn’t be interested in this type of thing. You even know a few people who are deeply frustrated with the concept of Maid Cafes because of all the horror stories floating around about how the girls are usually treated. But you’re mostly worried about the few who were shameless enough to admit that they’ve been wanting to go to Maid Cafe for a while. You were mostly worried that they would finally work up the courage and would somehow end up at your store, on a day that you were working, during one of your shifts, with you as their server. Because with the amount of luck you’ve had in life, you knew it was all too possible. You knew it was all too likely to happen. In fact, in your mind, it was always a matter of when and who, rather than just what if. But honestly?

If you knew these two were going to be the ones to catch you right in the act…

“I- I- I….uh…”

…you would have never even touched the job application.

At the current moment, you’re struggling to find your words as your eyes dart back and forth between the two brothers who were sitting in your section. In the back of your mind, you can sense some part of you- the one who desperately needs the full paycheck this month and not a dollar less- screaming at yourself to get back on track and at least say your opening line. But the second you walked up and realized that the two cute boys you were sort of hoping would be sitting in your section were the Okumura twins, your brain began to short-circuit. Judging by the way Rin had yet to stop staring at you or close his mouth, it looked like his brain had likely short-circuited too. Just your luck.

“I...uh…” You open your mouth and try speaking again. But your words still refuse to come out as your eye two brothers sit in front of you. On one side of the table, there’s Yukio- one of your teachers. He’s dressed in his exorcist overcoat with his glasses pushed all the way up the bridge of his nose. From where he’s currently sitting, you can’t see much of his expression other than the straight line his lips have been set in and light pink blush dusting his cheeks. It doesn’t help that his glasses have managed to catch the glare from this angle, making it impossible to read the look in his eyes. 

Though if you were him, seeing a girl you currently teach do something as embarrassing as dress up in a costume and call other people “Master~” and “Madam~” for cash would have you feeling all sorts of conflicted feelings. 

That said, you suppose he’s currently in the same boat as you are right now. Because it’s one thing for you to be working here- you at least have the excuse of pay being really good. But it’s an entirely different thing for him to be caught here, seemingly willingly going to a Maid Cafe and sitting down for a meal. The straight-edge, tight-laced Yukio you know and love would have never been caught here.  

Though you can’t say the complete same about his brother…

On the other side of the table, sits Rin- your friend and classmate and Yukio’s equally good-looking older brother- with a menu gripped tight in his hands. You notice right away that he’s also still in his school uniform, likely having just come from cram school lessons with Yukio. However as always, his tie is loosened and his uniform seems sloppily put together in a way that presents to people an attitude of not simply not caring about appearance, authority, and blending in with society. Though, you know him well enough to know that he’s probably the biggest softie and sweetheart you’ll ever meet. Meaning that you always found it unlikely to see him in one of these places, but not impossible. But at least you know you can count on him to be one of your more endearing guests, rather than worst behaved. Hopefully, anyways

Either way, that’s why you’re slow to snap at him for staring at you for so long. You know what feels like to be ogled at. You also know what it’s like to walk up to a customer who you know that you’ll have to have thrown out of the establishment before they’ve reached the end of their ninety minutes. 

But for some reason, you have a funny feeling that his wide-eyed, open-mouth stare has a lot more to do with the fact that he’s suddenly seeing you here at the job you were so tight-lipped about and less to do with how flattering this dress is around your chest. Call it a hunch, but his eyes being trained on your face and not anywhere lower gives you a lot of coincidence in the boy. Well, that, and you swear you can hear his tail starting to thwump repeatedly against his back like a little overexcited puppy, happy to see his friends. If you weren’t stuck in this painfully embarrassing situation you would have been over the moon at the cute display coming from the guy with usually the toughest exterior. 

But you are. You’re stuck here. 

“...so this is why you’ve had to switch to the remedial lessons…”

In your own, personal, maid-cafe-themed hell.

The question that Yukio suddenly voices after you stammer off into the awkward silence (that the three of you were basking in for far too long of a time) is the very thing that manages to break you out of your stupor after what feels like hours of stuttering in front of them. You’re thankful for the question because, without him, you could only imagine how long it would take for you and Rin to get ahold of yourselves. However, it doesn’t exactly mean that you’re happy to see him. You’re not exactly happy to see his brother either. At least not at the moment.

“Oh, um…yeah,” You answer lamely. At this point, you don’t see any purpose in trying to recover and play up your assigned maid persona. “...my shift is usually right after school so I can’t be in class with all the others. Yeah…”

You trail off quietly, facing starting burning with embarrassment. Luckily, Yukio seems to accept your answer quite easily and makes no moves to push you into any more questions. Though, you suppose it helps that he’s currently seeing in front of his table with a notepad and a maid dress that’s a little on the shorter side. 

“I see…” The younger of the two brothers answers, his eyes still hidden by the glasses' glare. You still find it impossible to read exactly what he’s thinking at the moment, but you’ve found that his blush has only seemed to have darkened over time. A clear indicator of…something. Embarrassment? Shame? Attraction? You don’t want to know and you honestly don’t even want to think about it. All you know now is that even the very tips of his ears are red, despite his mostly passive expression. Instinctively, you find yourself shifting nervously in front of them, opting to tug down the skirt of your dress in a last-ditch effort to save some of what little dignity you have left. Though the action was futile. It was meaningless.

Because that sudden movement managed to knock Rin out of his own stupor. And just like that, you had another mess on your hands. 

“Since when did you-?” Instantly, Rin’s voice raises to a high-pitched shout as he points to you- a bright red blush covering his own cheeks. Honestly, you know you should have expected this type of over-the-top reaction from him. But could you blame a girl for being caught off guard?   “And you just-?! And that dress-!”

Before Rin is able to finish what you could only imagine to be a rather tactless comment, his brother reaches over the table and grabs at his collar. A hissed call of the older’s name and an order for him to knock it off is likely very thinly with a threat that Yukio hardly even needs to include. But Rin is still busy gaping at you, blushing hard and pointing even harder as he struggles to voice his thoughts coherently. 

At this point, you’re really starting to feel the pressure of being caught in a rock. And there’s little more to do than sigh and think about what you’re going to have to say on the inevitable incident report you’ll have to fill out based on all the ruckus going on between the two brothers (who had gone from beating around the bush about your maid dress to outright insulting each other and claiming entitlement to be the first to do…something you can’t even be bothered to listen to right now, honestly). 

Sure, you’ve always had a hard time adjusting to this job. You were constantly put in embarrassing positions and made to say and do embarrassing things while dealing with some form of harassment from a guest on nearly every shift. But you knew about this when you walked in and filled out the paperwork. Just like how you ultimately knew that eventually, someone you knew was going to find out what your job was. But, as much as you love them…

“It’s not like you can even do anything! You’re her teacher!”

“And you’re on death row! Who would want that?!”

…did it have to be the Okumura Brothers?

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Masterlist

I can only write for fem or GN readers as I'm unable to get in the headspace of a male reader. I'm sorry.

Also everything is character x reader

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[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ deadpool movies ]❜

╰₊✧ contains: wade wilson, vanessa carlysle, ellie phimister, yukio, neena thurman, cassandra nova, francis freeman, wanda wilson

━━━ .°˖✧ multiple characters ˚₊ ⊹

how they are when you are on your time of the month┊1k words

━━━ .°˖✧ wade wilson - deadpool ⊹

mpreg.

every week is fashion week - playing dress to impress together┊0.6k

━━━ .°˖✧ vanessa carlysle ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

━━━ .°˖✧ ellie phimister - negasonic teenage warhead˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

━━━ .°˖✧ yukio ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

━━━ .°˖✧ neena thurman - domino ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

━━━ .°˖✧ cassandra nova ˚₊ ⊹

surviving in the void isn’t the same as living┊0.6k

18+) “how come your fingers are in everyone but me?”┊0.7k

18+) kinks i think she would have┊0.9k

━━━ .°˖✧ francis freeman - ajax ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

━━━ .°˖✧ wanda wilson - ladypool ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

[negasonicimagines]

Placebo (NSFW - 18+)

REQUEST: Hey! Listen i loved the omega verse requests. But then I was also thinking what about the opposite? Like R is an alpha taking suppressants. And unknowingly she gets off it around the same time yukio is in heat. So Ellie is like this is a shit show and is trying to help R who’s panicking and yukio who just wants both alphas (cuz in yukios mind she’s like finally I can get double the pleasure)

SYNOPSIS: You're the ultimate alpha -- that's your superpower. The downside is, most suppressants are no match for your instincts and urges. You've found a solution in the form of an experimental suppressant being tested on yourself and others like you. Just as you've gotten used to your newfound peace, the meds suddenly stop working. What's worse? Yukio's in heat.

Warnings/Notes: A/B/O, Yukisonic x Reader, Porn With Minimal Plot, Your Past Sexual Experiences are Dubiously Consensual, I Don't Care What Typical A/B/O Dynamics Are - I Do What I Want, Reader (Accidentally) Self-Harms, Lots of Oral, Penetration - Yukio!Receving & R!Receiving and Giving

The ultimate alpha. Stronger, faster, better hearing, better sense of smell, stronger smell, more in tune with your natural instincts… That’s your mutation. Pretty lame compared to reading minds, healing touch, or wings, but it’s yours, and it’s enough for you to be looked upon with distaste by the anti-mutant crowd. 

Normal suppressants don’t work for you – they’re only meant to bring an alpha down to socially-acceptable levels of their innate traits. For you, that would only put you at the level of an alpha without suppressants. Thankfully, though, there’s hope. You’re part of a medical trial with some other alphas who have overactive traits. None of the others are quite at your level, of course, but it’s working nonetheless, and it has been for the past few years. 

You take your pill as needed, no more than one every four hours. Today, though, you’re two hours in and you’re ready to claw Ellie’s eyes out for having your omega the way you’ve always wanted her. 

For omegas, suppressants can cause infertility if they don’t take a break every three months or so, so every now and then Ellie is lucky enough to get to help Yukio through her heats, while you stay away in your old bedroom for the week. You’re too afraid to lose control and give her your bite, something she wants to wait for until marriage, or in the case of the three of you, a commitment ceremony. You’re in full agreement on that, in fact, you wish you didn’t have the bites you do from that period of your life before medication where you had little to no self control. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had a kid or two already, though no one’s reached out. 

It’s the last day of her heat. You sulk in the kitchen. You hoped eating would distract you, but the apple in your hand has been crushed. You eat it anyway, trying to ignore your disgust at its new texture. 

Ellie strolls in, a little flushed and reeking of Yukio’s sweet scent. She smells so much like an omega that you almost want to mount her right then and there. 

“Babe, are you alright?” she asks. “You know you can join us, right? I’m willing to keep an eye on things. ”

“I- I think something’s wrong,” you realize. “It’s not- The medicine’s not- I need to be locked up or something, like before.”

“Really?” Ellie rushes to your side, pressing the back of your forehead. “Fuck, you’re burning up.” She blinks, looking dazed. “You smell, like… Oh, shit, they’re not doing anything at all, are they? It’s so strong, even I want… Shit.” 

She racks her brain for a minute or so, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“We should take you to the bedroom, okay?” she decides, surprising you. “I got something for you a while back, but, I don’t know, you started talking about hating being an alpha in general and I didn’t think you’d want it.”

“What is it?” you wonder.

“A muzzle,” she nervously says, adding with tentative excitement: “No bite risk.”

“Well, that is the number one hurdle,” you admit, feeling your member already starting to extend with her proximity to you. “But then, there’s you to worry about. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can handle myself. I’ve thought of more than a few ways we could share that you’d like. Let’s… Let’s give it a shot, okay?”

You can smell her fear. Fuck, it smells so good, like fresh strawberries. You can taste it. You cover your mouth and nose, your eyes watering with tears full of shame. You love Ellie, her terror shouldn’t appetize you. 

“It’s okay, baby,” she whispers. “Come on. I’ll grab some more water, then we’ll go.”

Despite her anxiety, she leads you by the hand to the bedroom. You’re trembling. It’s everything you ever wanted and yet you’re so filled with self-disgust for feeling that way – your instincts make you hate yourself for being okay with sharing, your love for them both makes you hate yourself for being such an animal. 

She knocks softly on the door. 

“Yukio, I’m back. I brought a surprise for you,” she tells your shared mate as she opens the door. You hesitantly enter after her, and Yukio’s mouth falls open. “Easy,” she warns, but you’re not sure who she’s warning until she continues: “Y/N’s medicine isn’t working. She needs our help. Your help especially. Are you up for that?” 

Yukio nods as Ellie opens up the black chest where you all keep your collection of toys. She reveals the muzzle, and a growl rumbles in your throat. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you quickly say. 

“I’ll do it,” Yukio offers, getting up from the bed. Sure, you’ve seen her naked before, but never dripping slick down her thighs and radiating pure need. She takes the muzzle from Ellie, meeting your eyes with a sad smile as she approaches you. She caresses your face first. You shudder, torn between closing your eyes and enjoying the sensation of your omega touching you and keeping them open to look at her pretty face. You’re painfully hard. 

The muzzle is more of a leather cage, so thankfully you’ll still be able to smell and maybe even taste certain things, as a finger can fit through the holes. Yukio gently presses it to your face, and you secure the straps. 

“I almost don’t even want this,” she says softly. “Putting this on you like you’re some sort of reactive dog feels wrong.”

“I’d feel worse if I bit you,” you disagree. “It’s okay. It’s kind of comforting, considering- I’m so close to losing it, I-” You don’t know what to say next, thoughts are escaping you one by one as you look into your omega’s eyes. You feel like one or both of you is gonna die if you don’t get started soon. She nods in understanding, stepping back before reclining on the bed. 

“Do you need help with the condom?” Ellie asks, extending the box to you. You take one out, but it looks a little smaller than you remember. Well, they’re supposed to be stretchy. 

You hurriedly take off your pants and underwear. Both of their breaths hitch. You unwrap the condom before attempting to roll it on. It’s uncomfortably tight, but it’s whatever, her safety comes first. Once you get closer to your base, it tears. 

“Uh, shit, sorry, it’s been a while,” you apologize, noticing their wide-eyed stares. 

“And I wear mediums,” Ellie reminds you. “Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve seen it, I forgot you’d need a bigger size.”

“It’s okay,” Yukio says quickly. 

“No, it’s not,” Ellie reminds her. “You may be on birth control, but it’s safer if we double up.”

“It’s safer right now for Y/N to be inside me. Look at her, she’s trying so hard, but it’s not gonna last forever. If you’re that worried about it, go get some in the right size while we…” Yukio trails off, a smile growing on her face. “Yeah.”

“Totally not gonna let that bruise my ego,” Ellie remarks. “Fine. Just- Be careful, you two, alright?”

“Always,” you breathe. You don’t know how much more of this you can take, Yukio’s propped wide open for the taking. You’re surprised Ellie isn’t already knot-deep in her right now. Her self-control is something you’ve always envied. 

Ellie nods in understanding. 

“C’mon,” Yukio encourages you. You join her on the bed. You want nothing more than to be decent, to cover her in kisses, to lick and nibble on her everywhere she’d let you, but… The muzzle. She sighs sympathetically. “Why don’t you lay down?”

Another growl from you makes her shiver, but you don’t smell any fear, only adoration and a touch of pity. 

“What, you don’t like the idea of knotting my mouth while Ellie fills me up from the other side?” she teases. Oh, oh, that could be good. So good. A trickle of precum dribbles out of you as you smell Ellie’s arousal. Yukio giggles. “That’s what I thought, alpha. You can lay down or maybe even sit up a little right there,” she instructs, and you obey – some might consider it a little odd, but following the whims of your omega isn’t too much of a deviation from your natural instincts. “And Ellie can stand at the foot of the bed. I’ll be bent over it.” 

Now that you’re all in your positions, you assess the situation. Ellie’s behind her, able to keep an eye on both of you. Yukio’s between you, already drooling a little at the sight of you. And you’re… Surprisingly okay, the scents of your mates seem to be soothing you into a more stable state. 

While Ellie undresses, Yukio licks a stripe up your member and you cry out. It’s been so long. You can’t even bring yourself to masturbate, your shame and self-hatred making it hard to maintain an erection. This is different, though. Their acceptance makes living with yourself a little easier. 

She continues to tease you with her tongue before taking you into her mouth. You can smell her wetness so strongly that if you close your eyes, you can almost believe you’re inside of it right now, which would be perfect if you weren’t having to dig your fingernails into your thighs to keep yourself from grabbing her ponytail and thrusting. 

She pulls off of you, lifting her head with a smile. 

“Good girl,” you sigh. “Is it too thick?”

She shakes her head. 

“No, I just forgot to mention that I don’t have a gag reflex,” she chirps. “You’re so sweet, but you’re already holding back enough for me just wearing that.”

“And, uh, just let me know when it’s okay for me to start,” Ellie awkwardly adds. 

“Go ahead, I’m… Just being here with you two is really calming me down,” you share, almost worried that saying it out loud will somehow reverse the effect they’re having on you. It’s never been like this before. Normally, another alpha being near your mate would make you angry enough to strongly consider murder as a viable option. Even the idea of Ellie being with her like this has stressed you out. Seeing it, though, being involved… It feels better. Not just better, but right. 

You watch with bated breath as Ellie eases in. Her shoulders sag with relief, her hands wrap around Yukio’s hips like they were made to be there. And it’s okay. It feels good, even… Maybe because a part of you knows that if you told Ellie to pull out, she would, and she’d understand. She’s still subservient to you on some level, as your lover. 

It’s then that you recall the evolutionary purpose of female alphas such as Ellie and yourself. You still have functional vaginas, so that if there were ever a shortage of omegas… You could breed. You pulse at the thought of being inside her, or her, you. 

“Sweetie, you’re drawing blood!” Yukio yelps, pushing your hand away from your thigh. 

“What’s wrong?” Ellie quickly asks. “I’m sorry, you were staring at me, but you didn’t look angry, so I thought we were doing good. Should I-?”

“No,” you snarl, cutting her off as she starts to back away from Yukio. “Stay right there. I just… We- My thoughts drifted.”

“Is this alright?” Yukio asks, just as concerned despite the need she’s surely having to ignore. 

You nod fervently. 

“I- You guys know I didn’t come here ‘til I was an adult, so I don’t know how comprehensive your sex ed was, but there’s something Ellie and I can do that not a lot of people like to talk about. I started thinking about it.”

“Oh,” Yukio squeaks, her eyes widening. “Oh,” she repeats, lower, with a grin. “I’d certainly like to see that.”

“I- I’m sorry,” you stammer, noticing Ellie’s apprehensive expression. “I’m sure you’d much rather be inside-”

“Wait, you want me to-? To-? You? That’s- That’s totally fine, I’ve just never had anyone or anything in me before. You’re pretty big, so I was more nervous about that, not that I’m against it or anything. I just know we’re having a lot of firsts here and I don’t want to take away attention from you or her.”

“I mean, you can smell it, can’t you? On both of us? We can all take turns being the center of attention. Speaking of, though, we’re not being very attentive to our dear omega. Is there more we need to talk about?”

“I think we’re good,” Ellie agrees, slowly moving her hips back and forth.

You tentatively hold on to Yukio’s ponytail while your other hand grasps the sheets. She bobs up and down your length, taking you both so perfectly. Her increasing moans match the increasing pace of Ellie’s thrusts. Your hips buck, and she groans hungrily, sucking harder. You decide to sync up with the two of them, and the three of you unravel in no time. Yukio takes deep breaths through her nose as your seed pumps down her throat. Ellie’s stays trapped in a condom, of course, but she’s locked inside of Yukio all the same. The latter reaches up underneath your shirt, massaging your breast. 

“Trying to make it go faster?” you tease. “Don’t tell me she hasn’t been feeding you. Is this all you get to eat when you’re in heat?”

Yukio attempts to speak around you, but it’s no use. 

“I make sure she eats, jerk,” Ellie huffs playfully. “She’s just taking advantage of the opportunity. You don’t really let either of us touch you, even when we’re making out.”

“I know,” you sigh. “I just- Ah!” Yukio starts moving her tongue. “I just- Fuck, worry so-ho much about ha-hurting you or going too far, fuck, Yukio, you’re… Perfect, don’t stop, please.”

“I didn’t realize how much she’d like this, every time you moan she squeezes around me,” Ellie informs you, looking a bit winded herself. 

Yukio gently scrapes her teeth against you and you lose it all over again, including your balance this time. Ellie chuckles, before slipping out of Yukio and stepping over to you. She takes the muzzle off.

“El-”

“Someone’s gotta clean this up, and Yukio’s mouth is a little occupied. Wanna help me out?” 

It’s a flimsy excuse – once the condom is off, there won’t be a hint of Yukio on her. She slides her finger against her length before sliding it against your tongue. It tastes like honeysuckle nectar. She pulls the condom off, offering herself to you. If it was literally anyone else’s, you’d bite it off. 

“Never done this before,” you remind her as you prop yourself back up. “Might not be any good.”

“It’s you. That makes it good.”

You’re burning up, so you finally take off your shirt. She bites her lip before she lines herself up with your mouth as best as she can. It’s a little sideways, but at least that prevents it from going too far in too soon. You carefully take her into your mouth. She gives a pleasured sigh in response, stroking your hair and brushing it out of your face.

“That’s it. You like that?” she murmurs.

“Mhm,” you hum. She shudders, her hand tightening in your hair. You feel Yukio’s mouth leave you, but not longer after, you’re inside her once more. You find yourself clinging to Ellie as waves of pressure roll through you. You swallow around her and she chokes on air, holding onto you for dear life. 

“Hol-y fu-cking sh- I’m- That’s so…” Yukio moans, bouncing on you harder. 

“That’s it, baby, touch yourself,” Ellie encourages her, before pulling out of your mouth. 

“Did I-?”

“No, any more of that and I was gonna knot your mouth. Figured you wouldn’t be a fan of that. Besides, your omega needs you,” she clarifies. 

You turn to Yukio, who’s furiously stroking her clit with her eyes forced open and her mouth agape. 

“God, that was so fucking hot,” she whines. “My alphas, so good to each other, so good to me.”

“All for you,” you groan, she’s practically milking you with how tightly her insides embrace you. “Close your eyes, baby, focus on your own-”

She shakes her head. 

“I don’t wanna miss a thing. Needed you like this for so long,” she insists. She smells so good, like petrichor – a euphorically relaxing rainy day wafting through the air. She feels like- Like her, so beautiful and perfect. 

You flip her onto her back and start drilling into her in the blink of an eye, one hand tangled in the hair at the base of her head and the other gripping her hip as you force her to meet your thrusts sooner and sooner. You keep your mouth shut, focusing on that just as much as your other actions. “Oh, fuck, I- Holy fu- Ah, so hard, never- Sorry, fuck, I’m gonna-” her whole body tenses up, a high-pitched noise squeaking out of her like a muted scream. 

“Way to show me how it’s done,” Ellie remarks before giving you a playful smack on the ass. “Didn’t realize you liked it like that, Yukio.”

“Not sure I knew that either,” Yukio pants. “Holy… Wow.”

You beam with pride at your omega’s approval, jaw still clenched as tightly as you can manage. She reaches up, massaging it. 

“So good to me,” she repeats, her hand drifting to the curve between your neck and your shoulder. You’re ashamed as she feels the layers of scarring. Eventually, they’ll fade - they already have significantly, some are no more than marks on your skin. “All mine. I know it’d be hypocritical of me, but-”

“Yes,” you know what she’s asking and you answer without hesitation, leaning even closer to her. 

“Oh, Y/N, I don’t… I don’t want to take advantage of you like they did. Let’s wait until my heat’s over and do it then. Tomorrow, okay?”

Of course. It’s not a true rejection, but it hurts like one nonetheless. 

“I think I know of a way we can prove that she really wants it,” Ellie says, trailing a hand up your back. “Would you want me to bite you, too?”

You nod fervently. 

“At the same time,” you add. “One on each side.” 

“Okay,” Yukio agrees. Ellie gets behind you, leaning forward on your back and wrapping her arms around you. She smells amazing, too, like the sweet smoke of a campfire.  

That’s when it hits you. It’s not that she’s subservient to you – all of your alpha instincts are in overdrive. You want to be subservient to her. When you had her in your mouth, you wanted her like Yukio wasn’t even there, but she was, so it was even better. This is the only kind of relationship that can satisfy all of your urges, isn’t it?

Why didn’t you ever feel like this before? You’ve never had the urge to mate with another alpha… Then again, Ellie’s unique – she has the doe eyes, round cheeks, and petite physique more commonly associated with omegas, the balanced approach of a beta, and the strength and confidence of an alpha. She’s as perfect as Yukio, just in a different way. 

“You’re shaking,” she murmurs. 

“It’s you,” you whisper, scared to admit it. “I- I can’t explain it.”

“Do we need to stop?” she asks, clearly alarmed by your vague declaration. 

“No, I mean… My- I-”

“It’s what she said earlier, about you two doing what alphas do when there’s a shortage of omegas,” Yukio realizes. “With your mutation, you feel it anyways, don’t you? You need her.”

“I- I do, but it’s not like I don’t recognize that you’re here. I love you, and I’m so glad you are. It’s like it’s… Coexisting, even if it’s contradictory.”

Ellie hugs you tighter. 

“Then we better get to it, alpha,” she whispers before pressing kisses to your neck and finding her place. “Right there?”

“Oh, god, yes,” you find yourself begging. “Please.”

Yukio takes the spot you offered to her, and they both sink their teeth in. You gasp in pleasurable pain, hips twitching forward as Yukio flutters around you. 

They guide you out of her and onto your back.

“Wow,” Yukio says softly. They can feel you better now – your needs, your worries, everything. 

“Jeez, your knot’s still pretty full. Wait, Y/N, do you not…?” Ellie trails off, digging in the box for a new condom and rolling it on as quickly as possible. 

“What?” Yukio asks. “I just thought it was bigger, since, y’know…”

“There’s no way you can call her dick bigger than mine nicely. It’s a fact. It’s fine,” Ellie huffs. “Anyways, no, proportionally, it still hasn’t deflated as much as it should be if she’s emptying it regularly. Why haven’t you been?”

“I- I just can’t,” you confess. “I try, but… Please, don’t- I can’t-” If you cry right now, you might actually die of embarrassment. “I hate it so much sometimes, the way I feel.”

“Baby,” Yukio coos. 

“Don’t- You’re in heat, Yukio, I should be fawning over you, not-”

“We’re mates, Y/N,” she argues. “And since I go into heat regularly, it winds down a lot faster. It’s easier to keep a clear head. As your omega, I’m asking you to let us take care of you right now.”

“And as your alpha, I’m demanding it,” Ellie insists, her eyes burning into you. You relent, avoiding them and nodding. 

“That’s it,” Yukio hums. “Relax. It’ll hurt if you don’t.”

Ellie circles to the end of the bed while Yukio remains by your side. The former carefully pushes a finger inside you once the latter starts stroking your member. Oh, wow, that feels so- She curls the finger inside of you and you jolt. Both gasp. 

“Well, if you’re that sensitive, we’ll have this worked out in no time,” Ellie remarks. “You think you can take another finger?”

“Yes,” you agree breathlessly. She pulls her finger out of you, adding another. Your eyes shut tightly, sight is a sense that’s no longer necessary – in fact, it’s too much. “Ah, that’s… Oh.”

“Good?” Ellie offers, chuckling. You nod, your teeth worrying your bottom lip. It’s almost too good. Yukio’s hand tightens around you as she increases her pace. 

“F-f-f…” 

Ellie inserts another finger, preparing you for what’s to come. Is this how omegas feel? It’s spectacular, being so full of someone you love and need so much, knowing they feel the same way. You know you have to treat Ellie to this one day. 

“Ready?” she asks, clearly just as excited about this development. 

“Yeah,” you confirm. She pushes inside you and the dull pain of the pressure is nothing in comparison to the ecstasy of feeling her inside you. Yukio’s hand slows to a stop. “Move, you can move.”

“Goodness…” Yukio mumbles, like something’s in her mouth. You open your eyes to find one of Ellie’s fingers there. Ellie pulls away, cleaning the other two. 

“It’s like… Peaches, or nectarines…” Ellie murmurs. “Right?”

Yukio nods. 

“So good,” Ellie groans, her hips finally rocking. You can feel every inch of her. It’s bliss. The only thing that compares to this is being inside Yukio, whose smile widens as she feels your thoughts drift to her. She starts stroking you again. If what was happening before was bliss, this is indescribable. 

You can’t help the moans and whines being ripped from you as your eyes roll back. They’re downright pathetic, but they seem to fuel both women. 

“Yukio, I want- You’re not gonna feel left out if I…?”

“No, have your moment. I should be touching myself anyways, to get the rest of it out of my system. I get the feeling I won’t last long… My two alphas, gorgeous. I’m so lucky.”

Yukio’s hand leaves you as she leaves the bed, opting for the chair at your shared desk. You whimper, but her hand is quickly replaced by Ellie’s as she adjusts her position, hovering over you. 

“Can I go faster?” she pants. 

“Yeah,” you confirm. 

“Look at me,” she demands. You open your eyes to meet hers. There’s so much love in them. “My alpha,” she breathes. “So strong, taking me so well.”

“My alpha,” you echo. “Feels so good, don’t- Oh, don’t know how I lived without it.”

“I don’t know how I lived without this, either. All of this,” she replies. “How could I even breathe in this room without you here?”

She snarls, angry at her past self’s negligence, before she starts absolutely pounding you. You’re seeing stars in the best way, your hips still lifting to meet her thrusts as she jerks you off. Your hands, paralyzed by surprise, now find themselves clawing at her back hungrily. You get the urge again and redirect your focus to clenching your jaw shut. 

Ellie notices quickly, now bearing down on her elbow to bare herself to you. 

“Do it,” she says.

“But-”

“Do it,” her alpha voice comes out. Its effect ripples through you like nothing you’ve ever felt before: you feel protected, loved, euphoric, but it’s on a completely different level. You pull her impossibly closer, getting a mouthful of her and biting down hard as your pleasure peaks. It’s a good thing you did it, too. The sounds you’re making right now would likely alarm someone unaware of the situation and the last thing you need right now is for someone to bust down that door and rescue you from this. 

You pull away to catch your breath. 

“Good alpha,” she sighs, removing her hand from your member to caress your face. She slows down, but it’s clear she’s not done yet. Evidence of your orgasm is splattered across your chest and hers. She trails a finger up yours, grazing your nipple teasingly. You spasm, and she smirks, tasting you. 

“Can I just say…? That was super fucking hot,” Yukio comments, clearly pleasantly bemused.

“Come here,” you tell her. “I wanna taste you.”

“Oh, uh, our other alpha might not take too kindly to that. Looks like she’s enjoying having both of us as her willing slaves.”

“Please, Ellie,” you beg. “I want both of you inside me.”

“How can I say no to that?” she lifts her head to look at Yukio as she replies before cutting her eyes back over to you. “And how could I deny her your mouth when I know how good it feels?”

Yukio rejoins you on the bed, mounting your face. You explore her folds with your tongue as both girls rock their hips. There’s no word that better describes all this than perfect. Yours, Yukio’s, and Ellie’s moans fill the room as much as your scents do, swirling together in a blend that was meant to be. 

You find yourself clawing at Yukio’s back now. It’s just enough to satisfy your urge to mark her, and she knows it, praising you between whines and whimpers. 

Ellie finishes once more, and you follow. Yukio’s last, Ellie holds her up and keeps her from falling as she quakes. 

“I think… I think that was it,” Yukio pants. “I’m good. You two?”

Ellie nods, as do you. 

“Time for a cuddle pile, then!” she cheers. Each of them nestle in your side as yours and Ellie’s members retract. 

“That was…” you take a much-needed breath. “Perfect.”

“Agreed,” Ellie replies. 

“I’m sorry you were excluded for so long. I know it was mostly your idea, but we should’ve fought for you,” Yukio says. 

“It’s okay. I just hope I can figure out why my medicine stopped working,” you reply. “I mean, I can go off of whatever suppressant I end up trying next for your heats, if you want, but it completely stopped working.”

“Oh my god,” Ellie blurts in realization. “You just got that refill yesterday, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, how’d you-?”

“I keep track,” she cuts you off. “They’re placebos, Y/N. Your medicine still works.”

You sigh in relief. 

“I’ll give them a call later and see what can be done,” you decide. “For now, as Yukio said: cuddle pile.”

[lemonyboy97]

Please may I have a Blue exorcist headcanon of being Yukio's and Rin's childhood friend and then eventually Yukio's girlfriend..she is exactly like Hinata from the Naruto series and she certainly blushed easily. She is a skilled Paladin and a skilled exorcist when she began training at the age of seven. She knew how it felt to be bullied because her older cousin's arrogant behaviour got him a lot of hate and she got bullied too when she was younger because she was a member of the Royal family pretty much for their exorcist abilities but she was an easy target and she cried quite often back then and yet..her older twin sister was more confident than her and exactly like Hanabi and her Dad was extremely strict and she didn't exactly live in a pampered lifestyle..her Mom died when she was six and she is half angel like her sister and she literally has goddess wings. (Her mom was an angel and her Dad was human). She knew she was different..she saw things people shouldn't see and she got frightened by shadow demons when she was very young and her Dad told her not to be ridiculous. She ended up teaching Exwire class when Yukio couldn't.

Yukio's relationship with his girlfriend from a Platonic friendship to an actual boyfriend and girlfriend relationship.

Rin's relationship with Yukio's girlfriend..

Im sorry that i never responded to this- there are many reasons/excuses including crazy mdeical stuff that i almost died from, but honestly this request was so hard to make sense of, like- its SO specific and very long and im very lazy.

I might come back to this some other time, but probably not, i apreciate the ask and i love you, but maybe next time something less.... complicated? Like- with how detailed your ask is you basicially wrote the headcannon you were asking for? That level of backstory and details is better suited for a character matchup than trying to decipher and pick apart to write headcannons. Again, sorry for taking so long to respond, love you 🫂

[lewin-lights-wife]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･WHOOPS!

BLUE EXORCIST SMAU!

In which the AOEX men accidentally confess to you. (Pre-Relationship)

CHARACTERS: Rin, Yukio, Shima, Ryuji, Lewin, Arthur, Mephisto, Amaimon, Lucifer. GENDER: Femme

[glamourscat]

OKUMURA BROTHERS ANALYSIS

I want to sympathise with Yukio, and in some ways, I do. He grew up in such an erratic way, forced to train at just seven years old and put under a level of stress no kid should ever face. Forced by his father figure to join the exorcists, explicitly for Rin’s sake, because Yukio had to “look out for him.” So, he starts training, becomes one of the youngest exorcists in the order, and develops this perfectionist mindset where mistakes simply can’t exist in his world.

The truth is, both Rin and Yukio were raised by a man who wasn’t even sure how to be a man himself. He had no clue what it really meant to live as a human being. He was raised as a machine by the order and whether he meant it or not, he ended up raising Yukio and Rin to be machines too, because that’s all he knew.

Then everything falls apart. Rin’s a mess, blaming himself for their father’s death and Yukio is emotionally and mentally burnt out after years of acting like a parent to Rin (who lets no forget got a completely different childhood than Yukio) and to himself.

So no, I don’t necessarily blame Yukio. As someone who’s been parentified myself, I get his anger and frustration. Feeling invisible while your sibling gets all the attention. Drowning in your own pain while everyone assumes you’re “strong enough” to handle it.

The difference comes when Rin, unlike Yukio, begins to confront his powers and accept them as part of who he is, Yukio doesn’t. He sees his powers as a flaw, proof of everything he hates about himself. He doesn’t understand them and doesn’t want to.

To Yukio, control equals survival. And his “powers” are nothing but a miscalculation in his perfect equation. Rin is a bursting flame (pun intended) who cannot be tamed. Rin’s carefree nature and willingness to accept their chaotic world, threats the fragile wall Yukio has built around himself. Rin challenges everything he knows and believes in just by existing.

While Rin’s arc is about self-acceptance, Yukio’s is about denial. He can’t reconcile his human (and that hint of a possible demonic side) so he lashes out at the person who reminds him of everything he’s running away from, Rin.

Ultimately, they’re both products of a system that values survival over happiness. Rin fights to break free from it, while Yukio becomes more entrenched, continuing the cycle that hurt him. Because that’s the only thing he knows. And the only thing he is allowing himself to know. So no, I cannot blame someone who was never taught how to deal with their own feelings and thus, explode when everything becomes too much.

What I do blame him for, though, are his calculated actions. What Yukio went through is an explanation on why he acts a certain way, but not a pass to excuse his actions.

Hurting his own brother, even when he knows it’s wrong. Shooting Rin whenever it’s convenient. Cussing him out. I get why he’s like this, I really do. I just can’t ignore, though, how the victim in this situation turned into the one doing the harm. He’s letting the cycle continue. Father Fujimoto trained him to be a soldier and without even realising it, Yukio keep pushing those same ideals onto Rin.

The sad truth about the twins is this: Yukio can keep hurting Rin over and over again and Rin will still forgive him. Because Rin loves his brother with all his heart. And Yukio? It’s not that he hates Rin, he does care, but he doesn’t have enough self respect to know what it means to properly care and show that care to someone he loves.

[groundzerosgirlfriend]

Rin Okumura: NSFW Alphabet

A-Aftercare

After a night of 'the Devil's Tango," Rin falls asleep pretty quickly, drooling all over his pillow and sleeping like the dead, but that's just most of the time. If he manages to stay awake long enough, he probably loves pillow talk—telling each other how much you love each other and maybe complaining about his day and Yukio, who's up his ass more than usual. He's also always looking for a way to show off one of his only talents, 'cooking' so if you express any form of hunger before he falls asleep, he's quick to jump out of bed and prepare you a meal worthy of a Queen.

B-Body Part (On you & him) Rin honestly loves everything about you. Though if you ever asked him this, he'd probably think it was a trick question and get nervous and anxious, not being able to think of anything on the spot. Though if you clarify that it isn't a trick question and that you're just simply curious, he'll take the time to think about it before deciding on your face. Yeah, boobs are nice and all, but your face has your eyes that he loves staring into and that beautiful smile he loves to see.

On the other hand, when it comes down to what he loves about himself, for a lot of life, Rin thought he was nothing more than a violent monster, and when he was found out to be Satan's son, those insecurities just worsened. He's hated his hands for a long time; they seemingly brought violence everywhere he went. Yet, one day, when you held his hands without fear and commented on how much you loved them, he could swear he could die happily knowing that you loved something he despises so much. He likes his hands now, knowing that you love them

C-Cum (what he does with it & what it tastes like) Unfortunately, Rin does not like the invention of condoms; he complains that they don't feel personal enough, even though he's already balls deep inside you. He won't wear them willingly; you have to practically force him into one, but he won't cum in you. He knows you have a life and doesn't want you to be stuck carrying Satan's grandchild, especially while you're still in school. He'll pull out and cum all over your ass; the sight sends a shiver down his spine every time, but there has been an accident or two where he has cum inside you to riled up to realize he was cusping orgasm. His awkward chuckle and the rubbing on his back of his neck almost makes your anger go away…almost.

His cum is not necessarily bad either. In fact, it's as enjoyable as it can get swallowing down seed. He has a healthy diet and makes his own meals, staying away from the artificial stuff. The only notable difference is that it's a lot warmer than others, even cusping the phrase 'hot'. Also, there's a ton of it, like it should actually be illegal to spew as much cum as he does.

D-Dirty Secret (Does he have own) Rin is probably a slight hypocrite—just a slight one. He teases and joshes Shima for saying and doing perverted things about women, proclaiming that he's too much of a' studly womanizer, but he has definitely jacked off to a pair of your panties before. How he got his hands on them is a mystery, but he's taking this secret to the grave unless his big, fat mouth spills it while he's blabbering on and on.

E-Experience

Despite Rin's attractive, boyish features and the talents of a professional chef, he has no experience. He gets no play, has never gone on a date, no bitches, nothing. Not only does his unnatural temper and strength scare away lots of girls, and most people aren't lined around the corner to date the son of Satan himself, especially due to his blue pyrokinesis that he's still trying to learn to control.

F-Favorite Position Rin's favorite positions are anything that allows him to see your face; if he can't see your face, then he's a bit huffy and fussy. "Missionary," though a little plain, always gets him shooting blanks like no other. What can he say? He loves the intimacy. Though he's also not against holding you up against the wall with ease due to his demonic strength and fucking your brains out as you go limp in his hold.

G-goofy

Rin hates silence along with sitting still; it's almost like he's allergic to it. If it goes quiet for more than 2 minutes, his leg starts bouncing, he starts getting fidgety, and he overall becomes fussy and annoying. That being said, he hates sex that is silent because, in his mind, when someone is silent towards him, they're mad at him or they don't want to be around him, two things he dislikes very much. So he makes it his personal mission to ensure you're always having a good time when you're in bed together. Your laughter from any slip-ups that may occur makes it all worth it, and he'd embarrass himself to the end of time just to hear those giggles once more.

H-Hair Before getting into a relationship with you, Rin never bothers to shave down there unless it's actually starting to bother him. He didn't think he'd be getting a blowjob on a random Friday night, so why bother? But now that you've entered his life, he takes a step back, realizing how unappealing spitting out pubes mid-sex can be and making it a practice to keep himself clean down there.

I-intimacy Rin definitely loves intimacy and being romantic with someone, even if he sometimes makes 'alpha male' jokes with friends (Shima) about how it's lame; he's a deep sucker for all the mushy mushy. Every day he wants to spoil you with gifts for staying by his side even when his brother didn't, but there's not much a broke high school student can buy as this rich preppy school, so he makes it up to you in other ways. By making you lunch, rubbing your back, ensuring your hands stay interlocked the entire time he fucks you into his mattress in mating press, leaving sloppy shuddering kisses down your spine as he fucks you doggystyle, and making you cum over and over by means of his mouth and hands (which he's surprisingly good at, not to brag about it).

J-Jerk Despite being raised in a church and having the most talented, unshakable-faithful priest as a father figure, Rin beat his dick like no other. There's not much privacy in the church, so he had to ensure absolute silence unless he wanted everyone teasing him in the morning at breakfast, but jacking off always helped reel in his uncontrollable temper. He's an ex-wire now, and honestly, he's always just a bit too tired to think about touching himself, and besides, he has you now. But if you're even not in the mood when he's desperate, he will resort to his primitive ways with a tight grip around his length and moaning to and grunting to his hearts content now that he's lives basically alone in the abandoned dorms (excluding his brother and maybe you).

K-kink Rin definitely has a food play kink; he loves eating, and he loves you. Combining his two favorite things together is a recipe for success. He'll hide it under the guise of baking something together, all shy and jittery while trying to be smooth like usual, but it ends with your chest covered in his spit and the residue stickiness of honey and chocolate blubbering about how much he loves you. Also, he has a super huge praise kink when you tell him just how good he did at something; he thinks his heart will fall out of his chest and his dick might burst out of his pants. He brushes off your comments dismissively at first about how it was no big deal for him, but if you compliment while in his demon form, his tail will wag like a little puppy, and you'll see it since he never tucks it in.

L-location Despite Rin's sporadic and energetic behavior, he knows when reckless things are just a bit too reckless, and this is one of them. Getting caught fucking you in mid-public would definitely paint him in a more perverted light than Shima, and having to explain what's going on while you're both trying to cover up is more than enough to keep the lovemaking to the safety of your room, but if you're pushy enough, you can persuade him into a bathroom stall or even a storage closet. What can he say? He can't deny you.

M-motivation Seeing you in your Cram school uniform, the shorter the skirt and the tighter the shirt, the better. He also likes to see you kick demon ass, your biggest hype man, and when you're both done, he pulls you away with him already knowing what he wants to do to celebrate.

N-no (what he won't do) He won't use his flames on you or have anything to do with his demonic powers. He is quite literally terrified of hurting you with something he possesses, and he even has nightmares about you hating him and being engulfed in flames, screaming, and crying. He's also iffy with threesomes; he's kind of possessive, even if he won't say it, and if you wanted one with Suguru ("Bon"), he thinks he could burn his classmate to ash as he's already unsheathing his sword.

O-oral Rin loves both equally; he's never going to be one to turn down a blowjob, but giving to you has just the slightest tip over the edge. Hearing you moan and squirm his name as he holds your hips down with his effortless strength, your squeals and cries light a fire in him that doesn't hurt anyone (except for maybe you when you're overstimulated by belief).

P-pace Rin's pace is usually sloppy and quick; he knows he should slow down and take his time with you, but time isn't on both of your hands. The threat of Yukio coming into their shared room is always looming, and besides, you haven't complained through any of your orgasms yet. Yet, on days he knows he has you all to himself with no worry about Yuki appearing, he takes you nice and slow to show you his appreciation.

Q-Quickies Rin is a big, big fan of the art of a quickie. Sometimes schoolwork is a lot, and along with the additional pressure of Exorcist training and grueling mission hours that leave you both exhausted, there isn't a lot of time to take you to bed, peel off your clothes slowly, and really go to town with the foreplay. He prefers if you suggest them, so he doesn't seem pushy, but if you agree to one, no matter who asks first, he'll take you to the abandoned dorm male dormitory and do you in against the wall in the first room he sees, maybe even in the hallway if he's really restless.

R-risk Rin isn't always into into risks despite his volatile and reckless nature, it really depends what the bad outcome of the risk could be. So if it's anything that potentially lets anyone beside his friends at the Cram school know he's the son of Satan let's just say he's wont be jumping with enthusiasm like he usually does.

S-stamina Rin stamina depends on his emotions largely, if he's in his normal human-goofy self he gets like two maybe three rounds in before he's out for the count and 5 seconds away before passing out on your boobs, if he's in his demonic form snarling and growling like a wild beast his stamins and endurance are unlimited and you could do 7 rounds pass out three times, voice hoarse, sheets soaking wet with sweat cum and he's still ready for another round.

T-time

Rin's round last maybe 10-15 minutes at a time of just one of your normal fucks, not including the foreplay. Foreplay included could stretch the session up to 20-30 minutes of total time, and for the scenario of quickies he can bust his load in 5-8 minutes tops.

U-unfair Occasionally Rin will tease but it's mostly likely not done on purpose and it's with his words and not his action. Sometime he's just says the cheesiest thing ever that'll make you all shy and flustered and he'll stand there confused but smirking nonetheless assuming his his lighthearted compliments swayed your hearts. Now when you tease him Rin melts into the floor: when you tug him along like a little puppy away from his friends to show him something or touch dangerously close to this crotch as you two sit side by side his eyes turn into his hearts and his mouth goes dry as he tries not to get a boner.

V-volume Rin is moderately loud when he's on top of you and his words dirty talk consists of lots of profanities (little potty mouth), groans and sweet nothings as he fucks into you gummy walls, but when he's on the bottom with your weight on his lap you better believe he's whimpering and moaning like a dog in heat as you ride him deeper into submission.

W-weird fact Like mentioned in the anime and demonstrated many times, grabbing and touching Rin's tail makes him basically paralyzed. So while not really unknown, it is weird how something so simple can render him so defenseless to all your perverted whims. Whenever you do it and give him a knowing smile crawling near him, he only whispers out an anxious "Be gentle" with his voice cracking and his face beet red.

X-ray Rin isn't big, but he's isn't small either he's like the perfect size. He's a grower definitely about 3 inches when he's soft; but it doubles to about 6.4 inches when he's hard, maybe 6.8 if he's rock solid with arousal. His tip is blushes red like crazy when he's needy and he leaks like a broken faucet. His balls are cute and very squishy and they don't hang to low either. It's perfect just like him.

Y-yearning On a scale of 1–10, Rin lands about a 6.5, maybe a 6.8 if it's been a rough week. It's not always on his mind, like a perverted deviant, but staring at you for too long, or more specifically, the swell of your skirt or your breasts within your blouse, can definitely cause stray thoughts to appear. What can he say—he's a hormonal teenager?

Z-zzz Like mentioned in 'Aftercare' (A), Rin falls asleep pretty quickly, and when he does, there's no point in trying to wake him up. He's basically a drooling, snoring corpse, but you do notice that his tail instinctively wraps around your leg and ankle to keep you from getting very far away from him, even in his sleep.

[k-nayee]

Like Father, Like Hellspawn Deadpool ii

wc: 5.7k a/n: got carried away and was writing too much🤭

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recap

Finally holstering your weapons, you turned to Deadpool with a grin beneath your mask. A mask that was a perfect mirror image of his.

You practically bounced over to him as casual as someone greeting an old friend.

Then, in the most cheerful, sing-song voice imaginable, you threw your hands up like a child and chirped—

"HI DADDY!!"

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BANG!!

Your body jolted violently, the kinetic force of the bullet slamming through your forehead with such deadly precision your head snapped backward and knees buckled.

Time seemed to slow as your limp frame crumpled to the concrete with a thud, limbs folding awkwardly beneath you like a marionette with its strings cut.

The hole between your eyes smoked faintly as a spreading pool of blood bloomed thickly beneath your head into the grime-streaked ground.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

No one moved.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead stared in disbelief, mouth parted slightly, eyes wide behind her dark eyeliner.

Yukio gasped, delicate hands flying to cover her lips.

Colossus stumbled back a step, silver frame somehow pale with horror. His deep voice fractured into a rasped accusation. “Wade...what have you done?”

Even Logan looked momentarily frozen, steel-gray eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare as his drawl cut through like a jagged blade. “Jesus Christ.”

And Deadpool himself?

Well he just stood at the center of the chaos, one arm still outstretched holding the raised pistol. The barrel smoked faintly as his entire stance radiated the universal body language of uh-oh.

His masked gaze dropped to your lifeless form, then up to the stunned team.

Back at you.

Then them.

You. 

Them.

He even tilted his head further as if maybe—just maybe—the scene would make more sense from a different angle. (It didn’t.)

“Okay—” Wade finally blurted, both hands raised like a kid caught red-handed next to the empty cookie jar. “You all saw that right? She jumped at me. She said the D-word! Who says that unironically?”

He basically barks out, somewhere between hysterical panic and righteous indignation as he points a shaky finger at the blood-streaked heap that was your body.

“That’s terrifying! You don’t just vaporize a whole warehouse of criminals and then skip over like Mary Poppins and say, ‘Hi, Daddy!’ like this is a goddamn trauma-themed tea party! That’s not normal!”

Negasonic slowly crossed her arms tightly across her chest, jaw tight. “You shot her in the face Wade.”

Colossus loomed closer with a solemn nod, eyes still locked on the corpse. “You shot your daughter. Right between the eyes. Very clean.”

“Allegedly and thank you,” Wade proudly answered automatically, then caught himself. “NO! Not thank you! The shot was a reflex! A panic shot! It happens! You guys remember the pancake incident of ’23!”

No one laughed.

Yukio cautiously knelt a few feet from you, caught somewhere between concern and disbelief. “I think...I think she was actually trying to hug you...”

Wade rounded on her, flailing both arms like a malfunctioning windmill. “Hugs kill too Yukio! Emotional vulnerability is a weapon!”

From behind Logan sighed heavily, massaging the bridge of his nose with the weariness of a man who had seen things. “She's wearing your mask Wade.”

Wade spun to face him in retaliation. “Lots of people wear my mask! Ever heard of merch? I’m iconic! There’s literally a bobblehead of me somewhere in Topeka—”

A low and wet revolting crack interrupted causing every head to whipped toward the source....you.

Your back spasmed once—then twice—as vertebrae realigned with an audible pop. A shudder rippled through your lifeless frame.

Head lolling grotesquely from side to side, your fractured and pulped skull began knitting itself back together with sickening crunches of bone and cartilage; shrinking slowly under the fabric of your ruined mask as the surrounding blood retracted unnaturally back into your veins.

Then, with a deep guttural gasp of a diver breaking the surface of water, your body arched violently off the ground as if pulled by an invisible force and sat up.

“OH GOD IT’S ALIVE!” Wade shrieked like someone had shoved an ice cube down his suit.

Groaning, you lifted one gloved hand to your forehead, rubbing absently at the nearly closed bullet wound.

"Ugh... that tickled my frontal lobe," you muttered under the battered mask. It hurt to move your mouth, muscles stiff with the lingering echo of death, but you grinned anyway.

Because he shot you.

Of course Deadpool—your father in any universe—responded to overwhelming emotional vulnerability by putting a bullet in your face.

God. You missed him.

The others, however, did not seem as charmed by your resurrection. They stood frozen in a semi-circle around you like statues, their expressions a medley of disbelief, horror, and (in Logan’s case) thinly veiled annoyance.

You rolled your neck slowly, vertebrae popping and crackling with each careful tilt of your head. It sounded like a bonfire chewing through dry kindling.

Finally, you turned your gaze on Wade.

"That really hurt ya know," your voice was sweet and syrupy with mock hurt. "Right in the ‘daddy issues.’"

The noise Deadpool made was somewhere between a dying blender and a cat choking on a hairball.

Logan could only give a single slow nod. Voice flat and unimpressed as he turns to Wade. “You still think it’s alleged now dumbass?”

The last syllable barely left Logan’s mouth when a ripple of horrified realization swept through the group.

Because he was right. The bullet had gone clean through your brain. You should be dead.

You could almost hear the mental gears grinding inside Wade’s head as he processed the undeniable truth staring him in the face: the truth that only he and a select handful of freaks could survive a bullet through the brain like it was an inconvenient paper cut.

The truth that somehow... impossibly... undeniably—

You were his daughter.

For a single glorious heartbeat the carefully built walls around Wade seemed to crumble.

His posture softened, shoulders drooping like a deflated balloon as his eyes flicked between your eerily calm form and the shredded corpses of the gangsters strewn across the warehouse floor.

And then—

Wade suddenly drops his weapons entirely, spreading his arms wide in mock-tragic overexuberance. “MY BABY GIRL!”

You didn’t hesitate.

In fact you doubled down.

With all the dramatic flair of a star-crossed heroine reuniting with a long-lost parent on the fields of battle, you got to your feet and staggered toward him with a theatrical limp.

“Oh Father!” you cried in perfect melodramatic agony. “How I have longed to see you again!”

The impact sent Wade staggering back a step but he caught you easily. He squeezed you tight like a kid gripping a teddy bear mid-nightmare, practically vibrating with pent-up emotion and chaotic joy.

Behind you the rest of Wade’s ragtag team watched in varying states of horror, discomfort, and mild nausea.

Negasonic brows raised in trademark disdain, scowling at the display. “As much as I hate this sickening-ass Lifetime Original reunion,” she interrupted dryly, “that still doesn’t explain who the hell you are or the absolute shitstorm of chaos you’ve been causing all over the city.”

You were about to reply in feigned offense when Wade beat you to it. He whirled around dramatically, shielding you behind his frame like an overprotective bulldog. His voice dropped into an offended snarl.

“How dare you?” he barked, pointing a gloved finger at her. “That’s my daughter! She knows exactly what she’s doing. Don’t question her methods. It’s rude.”

Then, under his breath, his voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper only you could hear. “You do know what you’re doing right?”

You tilted your head toward him, replying softly and sweetly, “Most definitely.”

Wade straightened up with renewed bravado and announced to the room, “See?! She knows what she’s doing!”

Logan exhaled loudly through his nose, utterly unconvinced and clearly desperate to distance himself from the nonsense.

Colossus (bless him) stepped forward, steel armored skin glinting under the flickering warehouse lights. His booming Russian-accented voice was warm and brimmed with sincerity.

“Oh how wonderful! A family reunited is always a beautiful sight...” he rumbled, massive hands clasping together in front of his chest. “To witness such joy is a blessing.”

Logan waved a hand at the carnage that surrounded them—the bullet-riddled bodies, the wrecked vehicles, the shattered crates. "We're literally standing in a puddle of dead gangsters that she was a part of. This ain't no Hallmark moment, bub."

"Hey!" You pulled back slightly from Wade and wagged a matter-of-factly finger at Logan. "There are over eight billion people on this rock. I couldn’t exactly go door-to-door asking: ‘Hi, are you Wade Wilson? Do you have regenerative abilities? Did you ever father a child and abandon them to the winds of fate?’”

You gesture vaguely at Logan’s massive frame. “And here I thought even you, Mr. Wolverine, with your brooding scowl and criminally hot muscle-bound body, would appreciate that logic. Tch.”

Logan stared. Blinked once. Twice. Without a word, he takes a full step away from you, almost as if proximity alone might trigger further chaos. “Yeah...you’re his kid all right.”

You laughed lightly at that and sauntered toward him. “Oh don't be so uptight wolvie!” You slowly drag a single finger down his chest, tracing the seam of his muscle as if admiring a marble sculpture. “Wanna massage to help? I'll even give ya a happy ending—free of charge~”

Before you could trace any higher Logan’s claws shot out violently. He slashed downward in a warning swipe, severing your hand clean at the wrist.

The gloved appendage fell to the ground with a soft wet slap, fingers curling slightly in postmortem spasm as blood immediately gushed from the wound in hot crimson spurts.

You stared at the severed hand lying on the concrete floor, blinking once...then twice.

Wade stared.

Logan stared.

Negasonic stared.

Everyone stared.

Then calmly, you bend down and scoop up the limp hand and rotate it in your remaining grip. With an exaggerated flourish, you twisted and shaped until it forms a clumsy but unmistakable finger heart with the thumb and index finger.

“Here you go!” You shoved it toward Logan with a bright and chirpy voice. “Not my real heart, but it’ll do.”

A tiny spray of blood splattered across Logan’s scowl as he glanced at the dismembered hand and your cheesing smile. 

Behind you Wade was practically vibrating with glee, clapping his hands like a proud dad at a kindergarten recital. "That's my girl!" he cooed.

The bleeding slowed to sluggish drips as your body’s regenerative magic kicked in with gory efficiency. Thick sinew and bone began the grisly process of reconstructing itself beneath the torn sleeve.

Still...you didn’t have a hand nor wrist. (Minor details.)

You dusted your hand(s) off, turning back toward the group

—just as the wail of sirens rose sharply in the distance, growing louder with every second.

Wade’s whole body sagged with a loud groan. "Ah shit. I forgot we made that deal with the cops to take out the DeLuca gang. They’re on their way.”

You glanced around at the sea of corpses. "...I mean...they’re dead but go off I guess."

Negasonic rolled her eyes. “That includes you too dipshit.”

You gasped dramatically, placing a blood-smeared stub over your chest. “Moi?! Well then she" You accusingly jab the stump at Yukio "She’s going in too. She was just as much in cahoots!”

The team was taken aback by the revelation. 

Wade turned to you, eyes wide behind his mask. "Wait, you knew she was a mole?"

You opened your arms in mock defiance. "Hell yeah I ran this place! Well..." you kicked over a crate, sending a head rolling out. "Not much left to run now."

You shot Yukio a smug look. "And by the way...you might wanna be more careful with your phone settings. Wasn't too hard to bug it. And oooh! All the spicy text messages between you and your girlfriend over there."

You waggled your eyebrows suggestively as Yukio’s face flushed a deep furious red.

“I mean that embarrassing thing you did at the pier? Oh c—”

A sudden surge of blinding firepower cuts your words off, bursting through your chest as a scowling Negasonic's extended hand still pulsed with a violent atomic energy.

She shook her head and turned to the others. “We’re gonna let her get arrested.”

Wade threw his hands in the air as your convulsed steaming body collapsed. “And let them take away my perfect and indestructible sassy-as-fuck child? Hell no!”

The rest of the team groaned in unison at his predictability. But none of them moved to stop him.

As the sirens grew ever nearer, Wade cheerfully hoisted your limp and semi-charred frame over his shoulder with surprising tenderness.

Straightening, he adjusts you like a sack of potatoes before casually strolling toward the exit with a whistle.

"We’ll just say she died in the massacre," he called over his shoulder lightly. "And we burned the body out of spite. Everybody cool? Cool."

.*.·:·.☽✧✧☾.·:·.*

The first thing you felt was softness.

A warm worn couch cradled your aching body, the cushions sinking beneath your weight as though trying to swallow you whole.

Limbs heavy and muscles sore, skin was tender where the atomic energy blast had danced through you. You groaned softly, shifting just enough to pull your legs up and curl your stiff fingers against your chest.

Your healing factor worked fast. The worst of the pain was already fading. But the exhaustion? That was bone-deep.

You peeled open your eyes.

The first thing you registered was the familiar grandiose design: sweeping staircase, polished hardwood floors, stained glass windows filtering soft morning light across expensive-looking antique furniture.

A giant oil painting of some dead white guy stared down at you from the far wall, his expression permanently locked in judgment.

Your brows knit beneath your still-cracked mask.

"...What the actual hell?"

You sat up slowly, eyes scanning the oversized lounge with growing suspicion. The room was eerily familiar. It had the air of old money meets superhero boarding school.

A sharp inhale escaped you. 'No way.'

Your heart gave an odd little flip of excitement. "Oh shit....Am I in Xavier’s Mansion?" Like...the actual X-Mansion!?

You’d only ever heard about it in rumors and messy side mission reports. Were you really about to meet the real Professor X, Storm, Jean Grey, maybe even Nightcrawler? Gosh you’d always wanted to pet his tail—

Joy deflated in record time the moment your eyes landed on the cheap Ikea lamp duct-taped to a corner table. The peeling leather recliner patched with bright pink Hello Kitty duct tape. An half-eaten burger left abandoned on the expensive Persian rug.

You sighed heavily, flopping dramatically back into the cushions. "Of course."

Of course you weren’t in the X-Mansion. This wasn’t the prestigious, state-of-the-art mutant sanctuary. You’d been brought to the Wish.com version.

The knockoff team base.

The Dollar Store X-Men.

"Figures," you muttered bitterly, throwing your arm over your eyes. Before you could spiral deeper into self-pity a familiar voice broke through the silence.

"Heads up!"

Instincts kicked in. You snapped your hand out just in time to snatch an object sailing toward your face.

A warm chimichanga, still wrapped snugly in foil, rested in your palm.

You stared at it blankly as a shaky huff of laughter escaped your throat. 'Same as always...' “Thanks...” you breathed weakly.

Across the room, Wade Wilson stood framed in the doorway. Gone was the red and black suit; instead he wore threadbare gray sweatpants and a dingy stretched-out white t-shirt that had seen better decades.

With the mask off his scarred hairless head caught the warm light. Sunken eyes and a twisted mouth...a deep roadmap of burns and lumpy scar tissue that resembled a melted candle with attitude.

"Don’t mention it kiddo," he said through a full mouth of his own chimichanga, flopping bonelessly into a sagging recliner across from you.

He spread his legs wide, one arm draped lazily over the armrest, the other lifting for another obnoxious bite, sauce and crumbs falling freely.

"For god’s sake Wade! Stop eating like a damn pig."

You craned your neck to see a woman standing in the hallway struggling to balance several overfilled bags, narrowed exasperated eyes that softened only slightly when they locked on Wade.

Predictably, the animated mercenary ignored her plight entirely with a lazy finger wave of his free hand.

"Hey babe! This is who I’ve been telling you about." He jerked the foil-wrapped food in your direction like it was an extension of his arm. Sauce and shredded meat flung violently onto the rug. "Child, meet the love of my life, my light in the darkness, my ride-or-die..." he lowered his voice dramatically, "Vanessa."

The woman—Vanessa—paused mid-step. Her eyes flickered toward you as if only now realizing you existed. You froze, holding the chimichanga awkwardly in both hands, still curled on your side like some startled raccoon.

Vanessa's expression softened and her lips quirked into a quick polite smile. "I'd give you a proper hello, but..." she tilted her head toward the bags, "...I’m a little full."

Dark eyes sharply flicked back to Wade. "Someone decided to go ahead and inhale the takeout instead of helping me carry anything."

Wade stuffed the rest of the meal in his mouth and spoke around it. “Now you know I’d never stand in the way of your independence babe. Besides, gotta make sure my seed is fed after all.” He jerked a scarred thumb toward you proudly.

You stared, blinking at the surreal sight, the still-warm chimichanga resting heavily in your hand.

Before Vanessa could skewer him with her glare—

"Let him keep eating. Maybe the bastard’ll choke."

Logan.

The man appeared in the doorway, bags slung effortlessly in both arms, his massive shoulders filling the frame. His grizzled features twisted into the permanent scowl of someone forced to tolerate Wade’s existence for far too long.

Without ceremony, he snatched two of the heavier bags from Vanessa’s grip. She gave him a grateful look.

“Okay...” Wade finished his meal with a loud swallow and suddenly popped up from his seat with forced enthusiasm. “Now I’ll help!”

Logan and Vanessa both immediately shifted out of his way, scowling in perfect unison as they dodged his flailing hands.

“Too late for that,” Vanessa muttered under her breath as she dropped the bags on the coffee table in the center of the room.

Logan followed, brushing past Wade deliberately with a shoulder-check so hard it sends the mercenary stumbling sideways.

Wade, true to form, spun and collapsed onto the floor with a drawn-out wail. "ASSAULT!" he cries. "I’VE BEEN ASSAULTED BY A HAIRY CANADIAN!"

The chaos only escalated as more familiar faces walked in.

"Shut the hell up you whiner!" Negasonic barked as she stomped into the room, Yukio and Colossus trailing close behind, arms also loaded with bags as well.

Without missing a beat, she sends a sharp kick directly into Wade’s side. The vigilante groaned and rocked gently on the floor.

"My child...avenge me!" He whimpers weakly.

“Nah.” You waved him off, casually taking a massive bite of the chimichanga as you stretched luxuriously across the long armchair, your mask fully off and tossed onto the couch beside you revealing the sweat-slick hair clung to your temples.

The room froze once they realize this; all eyes turning to you in varying degrees of surprise, confusion, and curiosity.

You blinked, chewing slowing down. "What?" you asked flatly, lowering the half-eaten food. "Do I have something on my face?"

That snapped Wade out of his daze. He lurched to his feet with a gasp, hand slapping across his mouth in shock as his eyes bulged cartoonishly wide. "...Oh my god."

"...well damn." Your stomach sank slightly at the reaction. "I must be hideous or something."

You reached calmly for your mask, fingers brushing over the familiar texture. "Welp. There goes a major blow to my ego. Lemme just put this back o—"

"W-wait! Don’t!" Wade blurted out.

You froze.

"You’re not ugly," he insisted. His voice was softer this time, almost panicked. "You’re just....not what I expected." He turned to his teammates, eyes narrowing threateningly. "Back me up. Now."

The group shifted uncomfortably. Logan scowled deeper. Negasonic crossed her arms tighter. They all knew better than to poke the Wade Wilson bear when he got like this.

Colossus spoke first, earnest and sincere as ever. “You are very striking,” he said kindly.

Yukio nodded enthusiastically. “Very cute!”

Even Logan, jaw clenched, forced out through gritted teeth, “You look... fine.”

Negasonic gave a long suffering sigh. “Yeah sure. You’re pretty. Whatever.”

You beamed, preening at the half-hearted praise as you dramatically tossed the mask back onto the couch and took another satisfied bite of chimichanga. "Mmm. Thank you Ellie~"

Ellie's eyes narrowed into razor-thin slits. “You don’t have permission to use my civilian name,” she snapped. “It’s Negasonic to you.”

You pretend to consider it, licking a stray glob of sour cream from your thumb as you tapped your chin thoughtfully. “Yeah...no. Prefer to call people by their actual government names. Sowwy.”

Colossus chuckled warmly as he continued unpacking and arranging boxes and containers across the low table with delicate care despite his massive steel hands. "I do not mind. Names bring companions closer together."

You smiled, turning your attention to him. "Exactly Piotr." You paused and added warmly in perfect Russian, "Спасибо тебе, мой стальной брат." (Thank you, my brother of steel)

Piotr blinked, visibly surprised. His metal brow lifted slightly, mouth parting for a half second before softening into the faintest smile. His entire body seemed to relax with pleased astonishment.

He replied with matching warmth, "Не за что, маленькая звезда смерти." (your welcome, little death star)

Your grin widened. It was hard to catch the team’s stoic tank off-guard, and you considered that a small victory.

As the others busied themselves, Vanessa, who had been uncharacteristically quiet for most of the exchange, continued to watch you from across the room. Finally, as if coming to a decision, she stepped forward.

You froze as she approached. The room felt suddenly smaller, the soft buzzing of a nearby lamp growing louder in your ears.

Closing the space between you with slow deliberate movements, Vanessa leaned down, slender fingers reaching out to gently tilt your chin up, brushing lightly against your jaw as her thumb rested against the curve of your cheekbone.

Your breath hitched faintly as you stared up at her wide-eyed, caught somewhere between confusion and fascination.

Brows furrowed deeply, she studied your face in absolute silence for what felt like an eternity. Her dark lashes cast long shadows beneath her eyes as she scrutinized every angle.

Once satiated, she leans back and nod. “I can see some resemblance to Wade in there.” she says at last.

You let out an groan as you dramatically tossed your head toward Wade. “Goddamn...” you muttered dryly. A slow smirk spread across your lips, eyes narrowing with wicked intent. “Would you be mad if I tried to fuck your woman old man?”

The room came to an immediate crashing halt.

Vanessa sputtered, mouth falling open as she reared back with a choked half-laugh half-gasp as Logan groaned audibly and turned away with a grimace.

Wade didn’t even flinch. He swallowed a bite of another chimichanga and waved a dismissive hand, still chewing as he spoke. “As much as I would give you everything kiddo...you can’t have Vanessa. Them’s the rules.”

You held up your hands in mock defeat. “Understandable. Have a nice day.”

Logan let out a guttural bark of disbelief. “How low-down can you be?!” His heavy boots thudded as his face twisted somewhere between irritation and mild disgust. “Isn’t Vanessa basically like your mom or something?”

You nearly doubled over laughing, slapping your thigh as you wiped a stray tear from the corner of your eye. “Shawty? Hell no,” you snorted. “Vanessa’s most definitely not my mom. Doesn’t look a damn thing like her.”

You stood and motioned dramatically at yourself, fingers running theatrically along the outline of your features; from your fluffy hair down to the gloved hand against your toned skin. “Look at me! You really think this woman popped me out?”

Logan’s mouth snapped shut. He grimaced and narrowed his eyes, clearly trying to find the words and failing miserably. He finally pressed his lips into a thin line and muttered, “...Whatever. Still weird though.”

Wade, never one to pass up an opportunity, immediately swung a heavy arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side like a proud dad showing off his kid at a science fair.

“Can’t help it Wolverine,” he stated smugly. “It’s in our DNA to have impeccable taste.”

You nod along solemnly .“Agreed. No discrimination over here. If you’re hot? Game over for me. It’s a wrap: Man, woman, non-binary badass, alien demigod, vampire dominatrix, whatever.” You paused thoughtfully and let your lips curl into a smile. “Even heroes. Like... I don’t know...”

You drew it out intentionally and syrupy-sweet, watching as Wade narrowed his eyes suspiciously at your tone like a hound catching scent until you finally said it:

“...Spider-Man?”

The reaction was immediate.

Wade’s head snapped toward you so fast you half-expected a cracking sound. His eyes widened comically. “Shut up!” he gasped, between disbelief and something dangerously close to excitement.

Before you could even blink, he yanked you to sit down beside him on the couch, scarred hands framing your face firmly, holding your cheeks in place like a gossip-starved aunt who had just cornered you at a family wedding.

“Tell me every-fucking-thing!” he demanded, shaking you lightly with each word.

You slap at his arms as you wheezed, “Okay okay, stop! Jesus Wade!”

He finally let go but didn’t move far; sitting cross-legged and hunched forward, his hands clasped tightly on his lap, rocking slightly like a kid awaiting storytime.

You settled comfortably into the cushions as you took another chomp of chimichanga, savoring the center of attention.

“It was freshman year of college when we ran into each other,” you started wistfully, like a storyteller remembering the beginning of an epic legend. “Literally. Stormed into the lecture hall chest-first into this scrawny nerd with coffee and a backpack twice his size. Dumped his drink all over my brand-new hoodie.”

You paused for dramatic effect, watching Yukio and Vanessa lean in ever so slightly. Even Logan had subtly shifted his weight toward you, arms crossed, jaw tight but listening.

“Of course we argued. I told him off. He babbled apologies. Classic meet-cute disaster.” You sighed dramatically. “It should’ve ended there but fate had other ideas. Because a week later? We crossed paths again. Only this time he was in full spandex swinging across rooftops. Turns out both of us had been operating under masks the entire time. Him, Spider-Man. Me, Deadpool.”

 “Um actually,” Wade immediately raise a finger up at that. “You can't be Deadpool because I—”

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved him off with a grin. “But it got really interesting when I found out his secret identity.” You wiggled your eyebrows. “Crime-fighting date nights. Web-swinging across Manhattan at 2 AM. Dude has stamina like you wouldn’t believe.”

Wade was practically vibrating next to you, his hands squeezing your shoulders hard enough to almost pop a joint. “You fucked Spider-Man?!”

You gave wistful sigh and popped the last bite of your chimichanga into your mouth. “Oh most definitely. Many times in fact! Did you know that man likes going at it on rooftops? Bridges too. Apparently it’s the thrill of heights and getting seen.” You snorted. “The freak.”

There was a stunned silence, then the room practically tilted toward you.

But you weren’t finished.

“And...I may or may not have taken Captain America’s V-card during one of me and Spidey's little ‘off-again’ phases.”

The bomb dropped like a thunderclap.

Wade sputtered violently like a broken espresso machine, eyes bulging as he choked on absolutely nothing.

“EXCUSE ME?” he shrieked. “No. No, absolutely not. Steve Rogers is America’s ass, not yours. There’s no way. You’re full of it.”

You nodded enthusiastically, head lifted with an indignant sniff. “Oh hell yes. I tapped that. Turns out he only told people he lost it during the 1943 USO tour to keep Stark and Thor from bullying him. And let me tell ya: guy’s built like a Greek statue but soft as a marshmallow inside. Total sub. Puppy man all day.”

The team erupted again, everyone talking over each other in disbelief. Yukio had collapsed into Vanessa’s lap, giggling hysterically at this point while the brunette doubled over in laughter. Ellie on the other hand simply groaned loudly with a slap to her forehead, ignoring the way Piotr made a strangled metal noise and looked away awkwardly.

Wade, all the while, was still flailing. “No. No. No. No! Steve Rogers does not bottom. I refuse to believe this. My soul rejects this!”

Unfortunately, Logan had to be the one to end the fun. “Not possible anyway. They don’t exist.”

You froze.

For just a moment, your teasing bravado faded. Your lips parted slightly, breath catching faintly as the weight of reality slip back into your chest.

“Right...” You rubbed the back of your neck. “They’re not here because they're just in my universe.” You looked back up and offered a weak grin. “From Earth-617.”

The collective silence was deafening.

Wade, halfway through unwrapping his third chimichanga, froze completely. His jaw hung slack as the tortilla slipped limply from his fingers and plopped onto the table. “...you what?”

You bit back a grin. Straightening up a little to throw your arms open with an exaggerated shrug, the worn leather of your suit creaking slightly with the motion.

“C’mon!” you teased. “You really think I’d take over an entire crime syndicate, impersonate the city’s most wanted antihero and fight your team—” you pointed at the group with a lazy spin of your wrist “—all because I was bored? If I were local?”

You watched as realization slowly dawned across each face.

But it was Wade who sat back against the couch like he’d been sucker-punched, shoulders sagging as he dramatically wiped a nonexistent bead of sweat from his grotesquely scarred forehead. “Holy shit...” he whispered faintly. “You're serious.”

You nodded. “Yup. I’m from another Earth. Earth-617 to be exact.”

Casually unzipping the pocket on your tactical belt, you pull out a sleek black phone and unlock it with a flick of your thumb. The cracked screen glowed softly as you swiped through a series of photos.

There he was.

Your Wade.

Your father.

The ache that wrapped around your heart was bittersweet and unrelenting the longer you glanced at each image: you on rooftops at sunset with your Wade during a stakeout. Another of him ruffling your hair as you scowled playfully and tried to bat his hand away. Another of him carrying you piggyback during a gang shootout.

You paused on a particular image. It wasn’t as polished. It was slightly blurry, a selfie your Wade had taken on some random Tuesday before a job with your stolen phone. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, making a stupid kissy face with a peace sign raised.

You smiled softly.

Without looking up, you spun the phone around to face the others.

They all leaned in to get a closer look.

“Almost forgot….he had the most luscious blonde hair back in the day,” you murmured with a fond grin, swiping to an even older photo of your Wade before Weapon X ravaged him, probably no older than you were now. Rugged and handsome, his golden hair spilled messily over his forehead as he smiled effortlessly at the camera. “Total heartthrob. I mean look at this.”

The room couldn’t help themselves.

Logan let out a low grunt of reluctant approval as Vanessa's eyes widened. “Damn,” she murmured. “He’s fine as hell.”

You turned your head just in time to see Wade physically recoil backward as though he’d been shot point-blank. His scarred face twisted into an almost cartoonishly wounded grimace as his hand flew to his chest.

“Vanessa?!” he nearly wailed. “Are you seriously thirsting over alternate me?!”

You hid your smirk behind your hand. “Relax old man.”

Wade was in full pout-mode, his arms folding tightly across his chest as he mutter under his breath. “He’s not even that different…” he grumbles. “I'm sure there’s some resemblance between us.”

Dragging your gaze slowly and deliberately over Wade’s scarred face, you squint before shaking your head. “Nah. My dad and you look nothing alike.” You tapped your chin thoughtfully. “If anything...you kinda look like Ryan Reynolds.”

Wade pointed an accusatory finger at you with offended indignation. “You shut your filthy mouth!”

You shrugged with a wide grin. “I just call it like I see it.”

Wade let out a long suffering groan and slumped deeper into the couch, throwing his scarred arms dramatically over his face.

“I hate the multiverse,” he muttered. “First I get dragged into timeline shenanigans. Now I’m related to a sassier version of myself? What fresh cosmic bullshit is this?”

You smirked, leaning back into the cushions beside him, warm and weirdly comfortable for the first time in what felt like years. “You love it,” you said quietly.

Wade peeked at you from under his arm. His voice softened just a little. “...Yeah. I kinda do.”

You let your playful grin fade just a fraction as you stare down at the photo of your father still glowing faintly in your hand. The edges of the screen flickered softly. You thumbed it off and slipped the phone back into your belt with a soft click.

You didn’t say it aloud. You didn’t have to.

Different Earth. Different Wade. Different world.

“Hey kid,” Wade’s voice broke the quiet, back to full dramatic chaos. “Just so we’re clear... if any more alternate versions of you show up, I am not paying child support.”

You shook your head as you reached over to slug him lightly on the arm. “No promises old man.”

Off in the distance, sirens wailed faintly once again. Another mess waiting for you both. Another day, another ridiculous chapter about to begin.

You stood and stretched lazily with a grin. “C’mon Dad. Let’s go cause some responsible mayhem.”

Wade jumped up like an overexcited kid. “BEST. DAY. EVER.”

The two of you strode out together, the dysfunctional team trailing behind, bickering already. A new world. A second chance.

And maybe... just maybe... this was exactly where you were meant to be.

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Oh shiii- I hope you ate not bored with me but i was basically the one who bribes you with cheesecake LMAOOO.

Can I request for KNB (Akashi, Kise, Kasamatsu, Hayama, Nebuya and Shinya) Getting Jealous?

💔KISE RYOUTA, KASAMATSU YUKIO, and SHINYA NAKAMURA Getting Jealous Headcanons 💔

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Hello, there Anon. I try my best to make the portrayal of their character based on their personality and I would like to apologize for replying the ask late because I had a horrible carpal tunnel syndrome on my right hand, depression, and I had to focus on finding jobs as well as theraphy. Thankfully, I graduated in July from my university and able to get a quick 6 months of Internship before leaving to find new job.

Gender: Neutral Warning: Profanity and Creepy Guys

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KISE RYOUTA - SMALL FOWARD/ACE - Kaijō High

He approaches with his usual charming smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He wraps an arm around your shoulder a bit too tightly, pulling you close. “Oh, you must not know, but this cutie’s mine~,” he says in a singsong tone.

Kise tries to out-charm the flirter with exaggerated praise about you. He throws in little details only a boyfriend would know, just to flex. "Oh? You think they’re cute? Well, of course she/he/they're perfect, right?”

Kise starts calling you cute nicknames in public like “baby!” or “sweetheart.” It’s not just out of affection; it’s territorial marking in disguise.

He tries to act unbothered, but his eyes keep darting to the creep. If looks could kill, they’d be six feet under in seconds. You gently nudge him to behave, and he huffs like a sulking kid.

Expect to be featured on his Instagram with captions like “My everything 💛✨”He’ll flood your feed with selfies of you together after the incident. The more hearts and comments he gets, the more smug he becomes.

Expect forehead kisses, hugs from behind, and spontaneous hand-holding. Even if it’s in front of the entire school, he doesn’t care. He wants the world to know you’re taken.

After all the drama, Kise just wants to cuddle you in silence. He wraps himself around you like a blanket burrito, sighing softly. Silently, he would ask you if you were going to leave him, so you had to assure him.

Kise knows he can’t stop people from flirting, but he can out-love them. He decides to show you affection more openly, more confidently. Every little moment with you becomes a chance to remind you of his love.

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The gym was buzzing with energy, the sound of basketballs bouncing in rhythm and sneakers squeaking against the polished wood. You sat cross-legged on the bleachers, eyes fixed on one blond-haired boy weaving between defenders like it was nothing. Kise Ryouta, your boyfriend, your golden boy.

Even drenched in sweat, he looked like he stepped off a magazine cover. You waved when he glanced your way, and he flashed that boyish grin of his before sinking another perfect shot. While Kise took a water break, a guy from a neighboring school approached, clearly unaware of the boundary he was about to cross.

He leaned on the railing just below you, flashing a charming smile. “Didn’t think I’d see someone as cute as you here,” he said, voice smooth and confident. “Are you cheering for your brother or something?” The guy/the girl wiggles her eyebrows, which looks stupid. "No, I'm actually cheering for my boyfriend," you bluntly said, not caring if you were rude or not.

Kise who had paused mid-sip, was staring at the sight with surprise. His brows furrowed slightly, and even from that distance, you could see the tension ripple through him like a wave. The guy didn’t take the hint. He leaned in a little closer, brushing his fingers through his hair. “Boyfriend? Can’t be that serious, right? I mean, someone like you deserves more attention than just from one guy.”

You were about to grab the guy's mouth and just rip his face off this time until a shadow fell across you both. Kise’s smile was there, but it was tight and dripping with something cold. He draped his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into him "Oh? I didn’t know we were inviting weirdo to talk with you,” he said with mock surprise. "I’m Kise Ryouta. Her/his/their boyfriend.” The guy blinked, laughed nervously, and muttered a quick excuse before hurrying off

As soon as the guy disappeared, Kise dropped the act. He looked down at you with wide, worried eyes, his pout forming. “Were you okay? Did he bother you?” His hand found yours, fingers lacing through tightly like he was afraid to lose you. "I was fine. You didn’t need to scare him like that, though.” You squeezed back and smiled. "I had to. He was eyeing you like you were a candy," he huffed.

For the rest of practice, Kise was noticeably clingier. He shot glances your way every five seconds and would run over between plays just to brush your hair behind your ear or kiss your cheek dramatically. “So everyone knows who you belong to,” he’d whisper, even if his teammates groaned in the background. You rolled your eyes, cheeks burning, but let him do it.

Later that evening, walking home under a sky dusted with stars, he was quieter. His hand was still in yours, but he kept looking down at the pavement. “Hey,” he said finally, voice softer than usual, “you don’t think guys like him are better than me, right?” You stopped in your tracks and stared at him, stunned.

You turned to face him fully and rose on your toes to kiss his nose. “Kise Ryouta,” you said with a smile, “you could be the most famous, most handsome model in Japan or just some random hobo or random high schooler with bad hair like a bird's nest. I would still choose you." He blinked once, then twice, before breaking into a grin and snicker at your joke.

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KASAMATSU YUKIO - POINT GUARD/CAPTAIN - Kaijō High

Kasamatsu isn’t loud when he gets jealous; he's deadly silent. The moment someone flirts with you, his eyes narrow and sharpen like daggers. He doesn’t interrupt, but the tension around him is so obvious.

He’ll walk up and quietly place a hand on your back, a subtle possessive move. “Hey. We’re leaving,” he mutters with a scowl, not even acknowledging the other person. You can practically feel the sulk radiating from him.

After seeing someone flirt with you, he heads straight to the gym. The sound of basketballs thudding is extra aggressive today. You watch him from the sidelines, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. He eventually comes back, hair damp, still fuming slightly.

Later, when you ask if he was jealous, he scoffs and looks away as he denies that he was jealous, but his face is red, and he’s fidgeting with his sleeves. You know better than to believe his tough act.

He holds it together in public, but once you're alone, he sighs heavily. “I know you’re loyal… I just hate it when people look at you like that.” You hug him from behind, resting your cheek against his back as he relaxes.

After the flirting incident, he starts keeping you a little closer in public. If someone even glances your way, his arm’s suddenly around your waist. He won’t say anything unless needed.

Even if he doesn’t say much, his mind replays the flirting over and over. He’s quieter than usual, gaze stuck out the window in class. When you finally catch him daydreaming, he jolts and avoids your gaze.

He’s not huge on public displays of affection usually. But suddenly, he’s grabbing your hand in the hallway or brushing your hair behind your ear. It’s subtle, but noticeable, and it makes your heart skip.

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The school gym was buzzing with the hum of after-school activity. The basketball team had just finished practice, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat and floor polish. You leaned against the cool metal of the bleachers, watching Kasamatsu wipe his face with a towel, his hair damp and his expression focused as always. He caught your gaze and gave a brief, shy nod and his version of waving when surrounded by teammates.

You were about to go down and meet him when a guy from Class 2-B strolled up, his smile too casual to be innocent. Well, you do know this guy because he was in your next class, but you never really interacted with him, and your friends warn you about him. “Hey, I didn’t expect to see someone as cute as you just standing here alone," he said, hands tucked in his pockets.

You blinked in surprise, caught off-guard by the sudden compliment. He stepped a little closer, clearly mistaking your pause for interest. Kasamatsu saw it. You knew the moment it registered: his entire posture shifted, his shoulders stiffening, and the towel in his hand stilling mid-motion. He didn’t storm over or yell like you'd expect from someone so temperamental.

Instead, he walked over quietly, calm in the most intense way possible. Each step he took sounded heavier than the last, and by the time he reached your side, the air had chilled. “Oi,” Kasamatsu said sharply, voice low. He stood close, not touching you, but close enough that anyone could see what it meant. “This area’s for team members and guests. If you’re not either, leave.”

His eyes didn’t waver, and the other boy laughed awkwardly, brushing it off before muttering something and walking away. The second he was gone, the gym seemed to breathe again. You turned to Kasamatsu, arms crossed, fighting the smirk tugging at your lips. “That was… intense. Jealous much?" you teased, raising a brow.

He scoffed and looked away, his cheeks already starting to tint. “What? No. I just, he was being annoying. That guy flirts with everyone. He’s a creep.” His voice cracked slightly at the end, and he coughed like it would hide it.

You looped your arm through his as the two of you walked toward the school gates. He didn’t pull away, though he was visibly flustered. “You know I wasn’t flirting back, right? You don’t have to go into scary captain mode just because someone says hi," You said gently, placing your hand on his shoulder.

He didn’t answer right away, but his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. “I know,” he muttered finally. “But still. I don’t like the way he looked at you. Like you were… available.” You stopped walking for a second and faced him, your heart softening at the stubborn way he refused to meet your gaze. It was so Kasamatsu, tough on the outside, but underneath is just a shy and soft teddy bear.

You reached up, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I’m not available. I'm only your's, Yukio," you said with a soft smile on your face and giving him a peck on his cheeks. His entire face went red. He nearly dropped your hand out of sheer panic, but you saw the smallest smile forming at the corners of his lips.

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SHINYA NAKAMURA - SHOOTING GUARD - Kaijō High

Shinya’s eyes immediately sharpen the moment he sees someone flirting with you. His relaxed demeanor vanishes, replaced by cold calculation and a piercing stare.

If the person flirting gets too bold, Shinya will grin, but it won’t reach his eyes. It’s the kind of smirk that says 'Try it again. I dare you'. He’s not the type to make a public scene, but he’ll roast them politely, yet brutally.

If the creep is someone he knows, he’ll get extra sarcastic around them. “Oh, hey! Still trying those awful pickup lines, huh? It's seems working since you have no girlfriend/boyfriend” ooofff burnnn, he doesn't play.

Once you're alone, he’ll ask, “Do you know that guy?” with casual curiosity. But his eyes are far from casual, they’re scanning your reaction. He’s not accusing you, just trying to understand who thought they had a chance.

If you're out together and someone starts flirting, he immediately reaches for your hand. Not subtly. He laces his fingers with yours like a silent “back off.” He doesn’t even look at the creep, he just acts like you’re the only one that matters.

Normally, Shinya might call you by your name or something casual. But when he’s jealous, he suddenly gets bold with pet names. “Babe,” “Love,” or even “Sweetheart” comes out in public like it’s natural.

Shinya isn’t usually clingy, but post-jealousy? He’s all about proximity. He’ll sit closer, drape his jacket over your shoulders, ruffle your hair more. It’s all subtle but very intentional.

He may be jealous, overthinking, even sulking like an overgrown baby but in this case a man but when you kiss him, it all fades. Your words always hold more weight than anyone else’s.

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You had only turned away for a second to look at the vending machine, and already, someone had taken that as an invitation to start a conversation. The guy stood confidently beside you, leaning his elbow against the machine like it was a prop in some low-budget romance drama. “You look like you could use something sweet,” he said with a grin, nodding at the drink you were picking," the guy eyebrows wiggles like a catterpillar like those cartoons.

You forced a polite smile, your fingers frozen on the selection button. Where was Shinya? As if summoned by your unease, Shinya appeared just behind the guy, silent as a shadow. You didn’t even see him at first, but you felt his presence in the air.

The subtle shift in the air, the heat of his stare boring into the side of the creepy guy face. “Funny,” Shinya said coolly, slipping an arm around your waist without breaking eye contact. “She/he/they already have something sweet. They don't need a fly buzzing around her/him/them” His tone was smooth, but his grip was just tight enough to say 'don’t test me'.

The guy blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Oh, you’re his/her/their…?” His voice trailed off as Shinya’s expression sharpened, no smile in sight. The guy laughed awkwardly and stepped back, muttering something about not meaning to interrupt before the guy scurry away with a tail between his legs.

Shinya didn’t even nod. He waited until the stranger had disappeared into the hallway before letting out a quiet sigh and loosening his hold on you, just a little. You turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. “Jealous, much?” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Shinya didn’t answer at first. His jaw clenched, and he looked away, his usual calm expression giving way to something vulnerable. “He looked at you like you weren't taken.....I didn’t like it.” He muttered, rarely admitted things like that out loud. “I wasn’t going to flirt back,” you said gently, reaching up to fix a strand of his hair that had fallen over his forehead.

He finally looked at you, his eyes stormy but softening. “I know. But people like that think they can just swoop in, like they have a chance," he said. His fingers found yours, lacing them together without asking. “I know it’s dumb, but… I don’t want to lose you. Not even for a second.”

You leaned into him, resting your head lightly on his chest. His heart was racing beneath the fabric of his shirt. It wasn’t often that Shinya showed how much he worried, not about grades, not about games, and definitely not about people. But with you? His cool demeanor cracked when someone threatened his darling.

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Me when i dont see any Spoke x reader ffs from tokyo override: please watch tokyo override on Netflix

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Hi!I just saw your post about the Okumura brothers love triangle and oh my god that was so cute!!so if you don't mind can you do another love triangle with the Okumura brothers with lots of fluff and the reader is their childhood friend (I would really appreciate it if the reader was very innocent and pure), and they both love her, but she's oblivious and has no idea about it? Thank you so much!!

Better Together (Rin Okumura x Reader x Yukio Okumura)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲? 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗽 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗯𝗰 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 (𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗦!!!) 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺!!! 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗵. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

They’ve been your best friends for as long as you can remember.

It was always you, Yuki, and Rin. You, Rin, and Yuki. 

So many milestones- big and small were accomplished together. All the first days of school. All of the first lost teeth. Your first errand was run together. You all learned to tie your shoes at the same time. You even figured out how to ride your bikes together, helping each other wherever possible. 

With that, your parents tell you that it was Yuki who held your handles and Rin who helped you push off the first time you rode without your training wheels and by yourself. When you finally did go a couple of feet by yourself, the boys cheered so loud, that they scared the local outdoor cat into knocking down and ripping up a whole lot of trash bags that were supposed to be picked up the next day. The scolding the three of you got was enough to send you and Yuki crying loud and hard while Rin stood up for the both of you, yelling right back at any adult who dared wag their finger in your face.

To be honest, you don’t really remember any of that very well. But you believe your parents- you believe that story wholeheartedly. Because while the three of you may not be little kids anymore- the boys are still your best friend. You may not be able to do everything together with life’s branching pathways starting to become more present as the three of you got older, but the three of you are still close. They’re everything to you. And you’re everything to them. Especially after their father died.

You didn’t know how things would change after that. Nobody did. But when Yukio asked if you’d be willing to be enrolled in True Cross Academy with them and stay at the school, you jumped at the chance. It wasn’t what you had planned for yourself originally. You had a whole list of schools you were trying to choose from. A list that you had already brought to the boys and talked through before you had even sent in your applications. True Cross Academy wasn’t on that list. 

But Yuki’s voice was soft as he told you about True Cross Academy. He held your hand as he told you about how he needed you to know just how important you were to the two of them and how he didn’t like the idea of leaving you behind. And that you’d really be doing them a favor by coming to school with them. Of course, said yes. You never loved the idea of being apart from them either.

And naturally, a new school means all sorts of change. Moving to a new place. Starting classes with new people. Adjusting to a new environment. Getting used to Rin’s new tail and the boy's job as…exorcists…but you could manage! Sure, you’re always asking Yukio questions that he has to sit down with you and point at books half-written in Latin to explain. And sure, you’re always going to Rin almost immediately after to get a slightly less complicated and history-focused lesson. But you manage! You keep up to date the best you can. You wish Yukio good luck on missions. You wish Rin good luck with training. And you always leave them with that little kiss on the cheek they always ask for. Just like when the three of you were little and still trying to figure out the laces on their shoes. 

But in your mind, it’s all worth it. It’s all for them. It’s all for moments like these.

Moments where you find yourself sitting on one of the couches in the twins’ common room, all pressed up to Rin’s side while he tries to talk you into having a sleepover at his place. He says the two of you could stay up all night for old time's sake eating snacks, studying, playing games, and doing whatever you want since he has off of school and cram school tomorrow. You can’t help but shake your head and giggle- both at his requests and the tail he has wrapped around your waist, stroking your side- as he gives you every pitch in the book. And before you even get a chance to respond, Yukio comes storming in, telling his brother about how he won’t approve of “such activities” and “him taking advantage of you.”

You don’t exactly understand why both boys’ faces go beet red when Rin yells something back about Yuki ruining things for the both of them. But you know the perfect time for a group hug when you see one.

Of course, both boys are reluctant at the thought of having to hug each other (something they don’t do often enough in your opinion). But Rin seems a bit more eager and Yukio seems a bit more accepting of the idea when it’s you who opens your arms out to bring both of the boys in for the hug you plan to facilitate. Because who in their right mind would turn away a chance to hug their best friends in the whole world?

While in the hug, you end up missing the glares each boy throws in the others’ directions as their faces grow warm and warmer as you hug them over the shoulders tighter and tighter. But they hug you back just as tightly and let you rock them side to side. Yuki on your left. Rin on your right. Exactly how things used to be. 

And when you finally release them from the hug, they’re a lot calmer than they used to be. They agree not to argue with each other as often. And Yuki even admits that he could be convinced into letting a sleepover happen. Only if it’s on nights he’s not supposed to work so he’d be able to chaperone. Something Rin doesn’t seem to take too kindly to considering that he’s the oldest out of the three of you, after all. But he looks in their eyes a lot softer- a lot warmer- as they share in your smile and promise you a better tomorrow.

Admittedly, things are a little different than how things used to be. Shiro is gone. You’re in a new school. Rin has a tail, a special sword, and powers apparently. And Yuki is supposedly a high-ranking exorcist in whatever organization they’re both a part of. But perhaps more than that? 

You’ve never had them look at you like that before. 

You’ve never had anyone look at you like that before. And you don’t really understand it. You don’t really understand why every hug you give them and every kiss on their cheek makes your heart race more and more. You don’t really understand why you feel so lonely or scared when they’re both not around. And you don’t really understand why you sometimes start to feel so shy and nervous when they are around. Because you’ve never felt this way before.

But you know it’s okay. You know it’s okay because, at the end of the day, you still have the boys. You still have your best friends. You still have each other. Because it will always be you, Yuki, and Rin. You, Rin, and Yuki. And whatever it is that you’re feeling? Whatever it is that the boys are feeling? You’ll navigate through it. You’ll figure it out. And you’ll come to understand it. Somehow, someway.

Just as soon as you work up the courage to ask one of the boys what this all means, of course.

[fanfictionstuff]

Can I please request Yukio reuniting with a Reader he had a crush on when he young and in the exorcist school with her? And then he realized that he still likes her even after all this time, and she likes him back!

I hope this is okay ^^'

Yukio lets out a sigh as he prepares for class. He’s not in the right mindset to teach; Rin had him up nearly all night asking for last-minute homework assistance. On top of that, he had tests in two classes and girls following him around because a few of them decided to bake different items to find out his preferences. He feels utterly drained. To make matters worse, a new student is joining today—definitely not the ideal atmosphere he’d wish for such an introduction. 

Taking a deep breath, he straightens his shoulders and opens the classroom door. A hush falls over the room as he greets the students, pulling out a paper that notes the new student. “Today, we welcome a new student, Miss ____-“ His eyes widen at the name, momentarily losing his composure. He looks up, his gaze sweeping across the class until it lands on you. “_____?” he asks, using your given name.

You blink, surprised by the way the teacher addresses you. “Yes?” The way his glasses are glinting in the light makes it hard to see the teacher.

Yukio pauses, waiting, waiting for you to say something, showing some sigh of familiarity. But you don’t; instead, you just stare, confused at the way a teacher is addressing you.  You don’t remember him. He steels himself, closing off the feelings of warmth and hurt that washed over him within a few seconds. Idiot, of course, she doesn’t remember you. I was just a crybaby then, nothing memorable. He’s back to teacher mood. “Miss ______, I am your instructor, Okumura. My class is anti-demon pharmacology.” He gives a short introduction and quickly switches to his lesson plan.

Why is she here? I thought she was transferred to another school. When he was younger, the two of you took a couple of classes together at the exorcist training school, but you disappeared. Shiro claimed you moved abroad. It crushed him. Had you not continued to go to school? Why? Questions about where you went plage his mind as he attempts to teach the class. It feels like time has slowed as he pushes through the lesson. “I’ve written your homework on the board, class dismissed.”

His teacher demeanor, which he had been holding, drops as soon as class ends, and another student calls out to him, “Yukio, wait up!” When he turns to face the student calling out to him, that’s when you see it. Not an adult teacher like you had been under the impression they might be with how stiff they stood at the front of the room. You see a teenage boy, a boy your age, your old friend. Eyes widening, you jump from your seat, eager to speak to him. Your father told you he’d be here, but he didn’t mention Yukio would be an instructor. You open your mouth to call out to him; he recognized you, right? He seemed shocked at the beginning of class. But someone else calls out to him before you can, the pretty blonde girl. “Yuki-Chan?”  

Yuki-Chan? Oh, is she his girlfriend? It’s a cute nickname, and with teenagers, it’s not uncommon for girls to call their boyfriends something like that. He pauses and speaks to her momentarily before leaving the classroom, all without turning to glance back at you. So, you stand there, awkwardly staring at the door. You don’t want to bother him if he doesn’t want to speak to you. Wait, no, maybe he really doesn’t remember me, or he’s upset I didn’t tell him goodbye properly. I need to clear it up now.

With a new sense of determination, you grab your bag and head into the hallway. He’s walking at a casual pace, so you’re able to catch up to him quickly, but a few steps from him, you’re stopped. “Hi _____-chan, right?” The pink-haired guy calls out to you, and it seems he might’ve been jogging a bit to catch up. “Uh, hi?”

Yukio swirls around at the voices behind him; he hadn’t even noticed the two of you were near him, being so lost in thought. “Hi, cutie~” Shima gives his best grin that should make you swoon, and in his daydream a minute earlier, you do swoon. Yukio’s eyes widen, watching Shima reach out his hand. “I’m Renzo. I was wondering if you need help getting around town. Maybe a tour?” An inappropriate amount of jealousy flows through Yukio at the sight. He has no right to feel this jealousy, yet seeing Renzo speak to you so easily when he couldn’t bring himself to irritates him.

“I’m familiar with the town, thanks.” You smile, hoping he gets the hint. He doesn’t.

“Oh? Well, how about a date?” Yukio grits his teeth, frustrated that Shima can easily ask you on a date.

“Oh, uh, sorry. I’m actually interested in someone else…”

Shima blinks, seemingly shocked but used to rejection; he nods. “I see. Well, see you around cutie~”

He calls you by your surname. “_____” It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Yukio- sorry, Okumura-san. How are you?”

Internally, he beats himself up; he should’ve called you by your given name. You want to call him by his, but now he’s just made it awkward. “No, it’s okay. You can call me Yukio outside of class…how are you?”

"I'm...I'm good," you reply hesitantly, unsure of how to break the ice after all these years. "I...I didn't expect to see you here, teaching."

Yukio nods slowly, his gaze fixed on the ground. He carefully chooses his words: "It's been a while... since we last saw each other." His voice is tinged with a hint of sadness, a crack in his usual composed facade.

"Yeah, I’ve missed you.” You admit. 

"I... I missed you too," Yukio finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

After a moment that seems to stretch into eternity, Yukio takes a tentative step forward. "Would you... like to go out sometime?” Your eyes widen and his words catch up with him, panicked, he raises his hands. “I mean, as friends. I know you said you’re familiar with the town, but a lot has changed it’s almost been ten years.” 

His words shouldn’t have a negative effect on you, like he says. It’s been almost ten years, but seeing him here now, your old feelings are starting to seep in. “Oh right, friends.” 

Yukio’s head snaps up at your words, surprise filling his features. 

“Sorry, Yukio, I just had a crush on you when I was a kid so-” Just thinking about how crushed my child self would be. 

"You... had a crush on me?" Yukio's teal eyes widen as he processes your words, a mix of disbelief and hope swirling in his gaze.

You nod, feeling a rush of embarrassment coloring your cheeks. "Yeah, but that was ages ago. I mean, you were always so smart and kind, and I-I just admired you a lot."

"You... had a crush on me?" he repeats. Realizing how ridiculous he must sound, he quickly continues. “I had a crush on you, too.” 

A more confident grin crosses your face. “So, maybe we could change our friendly outing to a date?” 

[shintaru]

Knb | cuddling head canons

Pt.1, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5

Ryōta Kise ~

he is very clingy expect him to grab you and force you to cuddle whenever he feels like it.

He may throw you over his shoulder and make you cuddle with him if he gets jealous of you talking to another guy

loves placing his hands on your hips and bringing you as close to him as possible when you wish him good luck before a game

Says cuddling with you helps him win games

If he is far away on a career/ sports trip he will call you while snuggling with his pillow and tell you how he wishes it was you

Yukio Kasamatsu ~

gets flustered over the thought of cuddling you

is the big spoon

likes holding your hand when your lay beside him

will run to you and pick you up by your waist when he wins a game

if he loses a game he will silently snuggle up to you and fall asleep

Shintarō Midorima ~

Gets flustered when you bring up cuddling

doesn’t know where to place his hands, will become stiff as a rock if you guide his hands to your waist

malfunctions when you lay on him and wrap your legs and arms around him

won’t admit it but he loves it when you wear his shirts when you both cuddle

Loves when you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, he will be a blushing mess

Bonus ~ will claim that hugging him before a game will bring him good luck kazunari Takao ~

Loves tickling you and hearing your laughter when you lay beside him

Likes watching movies with you sitting on his lap, head laying on his chest, and his arms around your frame

Will hug and kiss you before games and when it’s time to part ways he’ll hold onto your hand for as long as possible and won’t let go

Loves to smother you by laying on top of you

Somehow manages to fall asleep on your ass

[negasonicimagines]

Geode

REQUEST: Hey would you mind doing one with Yukisonic x reader where Reader is seen as someone calm and collected when someone angers her but Yukisonic goes to check on them after an argument (a couples one or after they watched reader argue with someone else) and finds their room destroyed. Reader admits that they have explosive anger issues but always took care of them in private where they couldn’t be heard. Then maybe they try to find coping mechanisms for reader? Thanks love you!

Notes/Warnings: I've had a bit of the writing bug lately but I've had no idea what to write, so I've just been going through my old requests list. As for warnings, this is pretty tame given the request: Reader Has CPTSD, Reader can be read as autistic, Reader’s parents were abusive but their “punishments” are intentionally left unclear, Past self-harm (reader), so on and so forth.

Synopsis: You're practically made of stone: quiet, emotionless, steady stone, reassuring and reliable. Your partners take a chance on cracking you open to see what's inside, with mixed results.

You don’t get angry. You don’t cry. You hardly laugh. Even during intimacy, you’re so quiet that your partners often pause to confirm that you’re still enjoying yourself, which is usually met with a curt nod. It’s all taken in stride, repressed, contained. It has to be. 

And they pressed you about it. Of course they did. You didn’t seriously date before them: one partner was stressful enough, two was unimaginable… But then, there they were. Kind, funny, beautiful… Too good to resist. 

But now that the relationship is, or, rather, was serious, they worry. 

“Y/N, that really didn’t… Bother you?” Yukio asked softly. 

“What? The… I mean, it’s sad, sure, but crying isn’t going to change anything. It’s just unfortunate.” 

“It’s sad? That’s really all you have to say?” Ellie added. You could already feel the pressure building in your chest under their accusatory gazes. 

“Life’s not fair. Again, being upset about it isn’t going to change anything. Are you two seriously going to make this a thing?” 

“We’re not making it a thing, it is a thing. You don’t… React. To anything.” 

“And? I mean, what about it? You two are dynamic enough for the three of us, isn’t that what Yukio’s always said?” you ask, gesturing to your other girlfriend. She’s wearing a purple wig today, a soft, pretty shade somewhere between periwinkle and lavender. 

“But you have to get some form of release, you can’t just bottle it up.”

“If this is some sort of seduction attempt, the two of you have started it off rather antagonistically,” you remarked. Ellie scoffed in disbelief. 

“Not that kind of release, but obviously that’s not the case, or you’d be a little more…” She moved her hands in circles like the conductor of a chorus might to indicate that they need to give more volume, more force. 

“Oh, so now I’m not enough in that aspect, too. Cool,” you replied casually. “Look, this is the entire reason I don’t typically get into relationships. People like silence until they have to sit in it for a little too long, then it disturbs them. If you’re no longer interested in me, that’s all you had to say. We don’t have to talk it out.” 

You got up from where you sat on the edge of the bed, tilting your head to the side to crack your neck. Releasing physical tension tends to help with not releasing the emotional tension. 

“Whoa, whoa, wait, that’s not- That’s so obviously not what we’re saying,” Yukio insisted, holding onto your arm to keep you from walking the short distance to the door. 

“That’s what it sounds like. I’m not emotional enough, I’m not vocal enough in the bedroom, and… Whatever else you two were planning on bringing up. That’s me, though. If you see that as me being defective instead of appreciating it for what it is, then I see no point in continuing the conversation. Or the relationship,” you explained, just as cool and collected as always. Your face wasn’t even warm despite the fire of shame blazing inside you. 

“We don’t see you as defective, babe, Jesus, we’re just… We’re worried. You- You talk in your sleep. Cry, too. Did you know that?” Ellie asked. 

No, you didn’t. Shit.

“No, I didn’t. Interesting that you would use it as a ‘gotcha,’ instead of telling me, though,” you retorted. The sharpness of your tone surprised even you, betraying you for just a moment. You overcame your shock faster than they did and made your way back to your room, locking the door behind you. 

And that brings you to now. You plan to curl up in bed and sulk for a while over your failure to be what they wanted, what they needed, but then you half-trip over one of your shoes, and that last nerve, pulled so very taut, snaps. 

You quickly create an aura of silence that encapsulates the room. You can’t hear the chatter, the stomping, the life of the school just outside of it, and you make no sound regardless of how the scream you let out strains your vocal cords as you throw the shoe. It hits the mirror, which shatters soundlessly. 

“Fuck!” you shout, but it’s just the motion of your lips, tongue, and teeth. You’re burning hot, and you take off your hoodie in jerky, clumsy motions that only serve to enrage you more. They made you like this. Not Ellie and Yukio, no, they would never treat you like your parents did. The people you came from were loud, destructive people angry that they bore a loud, destructive child — a normal child, you’ve come to realize, but it doesn’t change a thing now. 

And so, with every punishment for crying in pain, for laughing too loudly at a cartoon, for raising your voice in frustration about something mean a classmate did, you became quieter. But then, their sounds enraged you. Not just the arguments, the smashed TVs and the clattering of thrown wedding bands hitting the floor time and time again, but the opening of a can, setting the grocery bags down on the table a little too loudly, walking down the hall… Silence. You needed silence. 

And by the age of 12, you could create it. A perfect bubble, just like this one. No sound. No yelling. No crying. No laughter. Nothing. 

You quickly came to the realization that not only could you not hear them, they couldn’t hear you. Now, that isn’t to say you bawl or shout every time you do this. No, you’re hardly capable of crying or any of that nonsense after you were essentially reprogrammed not to… But every now and then you have an episode like this. Anger, fear, sadness, joy… Something takes over and has to be let loose. When that happens, this is the solution. 

You’re not sure what has a hold on you this time, but it's got a vice-like grip on your heart. Is it just embarrassment? Shame? Surely not, this is so much more than the other times relationships, platonic or otherwise, have crashed and burned due to your peculiarity. 

You want to destroy. You want to do some form of damage to something other than yourself. At least it’s not yourself this time, and that’s your justification for throwing the other shoe at the mirror. 

It’s not enough. 

You’re still reasonable enough to not punch the wall or do damage to property that isn’t yours such as the walls or the mattress or the floors, which doesn’t leave you with many options until you turn to the side and see the tiny, silver, ornate chest on your desk that you’d picked up on a date with your now-ex-girlfriends. You’d spent the whole day at antique and vintage stores, watching Yukio fawn over the vintage jewelry and brooches while Ellie admired the different leather jackets and unique furniture pieces. 

You liked old things, too, despite your general lack of nostalgia… But you’re selective in all aspects of your life. The chest was the only thing you bought, to store the sweet little notes and letters they’d both written you. 

You stride across the small room to your vanity, picking up the chest. The sight of it makes the fist wrapped around your heart squeeze tighter, your whole body trembling with the force as fire and ice rush through your veins. 

You rip the lid off, breaking the hinges, taking each letter out and ripping it to shreds. You can’t hear it. This is what they’ve done to you. They made you like this, so… So…

You shout into the void of silence, not breaking it with your fury. It’s futile, expressions of emotion are useless, but here you are, looking for something else to tear apart when the frames you’d so carefully mounted on the opposite wall, perfectly even, catch your eye. 

You walk back across to regard each one and decide its exact fate. 

The two of them smiling at the camera, at you, over a giant bowl of guacamole mexicano? You hurl it at the mirror, the last piece of your reflection falling to the vanity table with it as the glass of the picture frame sprays out like fleeing doves. 

The article you printed out that dubbed you three the ‘real-life Powerpuff Girls’? You break the frame in half with your bare hands before casting it aside. 

The three of you all dressed up for the donor gala? Flung to the ground, but the frame is a little nicer, so you have to stomp on it to do any meaningful damage. And so you do, you stomp and stomp and stomp, tears rolling down your cheeks and falling to the floor in perfect circles, a perfect foil to the jagged pieces of glass — the same size, the same texture, but such different shapes. 

You heave your torso up, panting. It’s purged. The feeling is there, but quelled, settled. Manageable. 

When the saltwater in your eyes dissipates and your breath is almost caught, you find yourself faced with a new challenge: The lock on your door has been broken, it’s wide open — Ellie and Yukio are the culprits. 

Their faces are contorted in horror. 

Their lips move once they see they’ve caught your attention, but they quickly realize why no one stopped you sooner as no sound can be heard. Peace. Violence and peace shouldn’t be able to coexist like this, but they do, they always have for you. It’s unnerving to them, isn’t it? 

“What the fuck, Y/N?! What is this?!” Ellie shouts. 

You shake your head. 

“Please,” Yukio adds, but all you hear is a ringing in your ears that even you can’t silence. They see it. They see you. They see… 

It doesn’t matter. You disregard them, they don’t exist to you right now, they can’t. You take a deep breath before you go to your closet, getting your broom and dustpan. You sweep up the broken glass, the splintered frames, everything, and dump it into the bin. You brush the shards of the mirror, the crushed glass of the picture, and the scraps of the love letters off of your vanity and into your small trash bin with your hand. You happen to cut yourself on one of the broken pieces. You stare at the bleeding wound, watching the crimson spread into the lines of your palm and drip, drip, drip… 

At least you’re not hurting yourself, that’s what you thought before. That’s what made this some semblance of okay, acceptable. A smile twitches onto your face at the irony. 

Someone grabs your wrist. Judging by the black nail polish, it’s Ellie. You’re pulled along to the attached bathroom, and you try to concentrate enough to extend the silencing aura, but the damage is already done. The click of your medicine cabinet opening sends a sickening chill down your spine and you lose your focus. You can now hear Yukio weeping back in your bedroom. 

Ellie huffs as she pulls out the mini first aid kit and tears off the plastic packaging, the crinkling of it makes your joints feel tight. Every little sound, from her snapping it open to rooting around for the right size bandage and some disinfectant, it’s maddening. You start to feel lightheaded. 

“Breathe,” she says firmly. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and the sound makes you want to start holding your breath again, but you’d rather things not be any louder than they have to be. She turns on the faucet, grabbing a black washcloth and running it under the water. The hiss of the faucet might ground a normal person. It feels like a banshee’s scream to you. 

Every fast, jerky motion of hers has you wanting to run and hide under your bed, to crawl into the darkness and make a new bubble; to never be found, to never be seen or heard again. 

You flinch away when she takes your hand, the washcloth in her other. 

You find the courage to meet her eyes, but look down again once you see the disappointment and disgust hasn’t left them. 

“Did someone hurt you?” she asks. 

“You saw this happen, you know I did it.”

“I’m not-!” She stops herself, her tone lower in pitch and volume when she tries again: “I’m not talking about this, I’m talking about… I don’t know when. Probably when you were a kid. You’re one of those, aren’t you? Someone whose X-gene activated because… It wasn’t just puberty, it was… Self-defense, a coping mechanism, wasn’t it?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. It was a long time ago. I’m here now. I’ve been here a long time.”

“It matters to me. It matters when you’re in pain.”

It feels like she’s spoken in a foreign language that you’re just learning. You recognize the words, you have a rough understanding of what they mean, but hearing them out loud, directed at you… It’s a whole different experience. 

She wipes the excess blood from your hand carefully, dabbing the antibiotic ointment on. You grit your teeth at the sensation, the warmth and gooeyness of the ointment is grating compared to the soothing swipes of the soft, cool cloth from before. 

She sighs, and your stomach drops. What is she about to say now? 

“Do you hate us?” 

Hate… Them? How could you possibly hate them? Why would she think that?

“You just destroyed every trace of our existence in your room,” she says, answering your unspoken question. “I don’t by any means agree with what got you to this point, but you’re pretty cute when you actually, y’know, make facial expressions. Especially when you’re confused. It’s very cute when you’re confused.” 

Her commnet, the ghost of a smile on her face… You suddenly recognize the tension between your eyebrows and the way you’re slightly pouting. You blink in surprise before relaxing your expression. 

“I- I didn’t… Mean it like that. I just…” You trail off. You weren’t angry with them, but you were still furious. That wasn’t all, though, you know that much. You felt… Betrayed. Yes, that’s it. By them for not truly accepting you despite their claims to, and by yourself for believing them when they said they loved you for who you are. You were hurt and confused and scared and ashamed and it all exploded out of you at once. 

“It’s okay. We can take new pictures, write more letters, all that,” she says as she sticks a gauze pad to your palm. It already itches. 

“What do you mean? We broke up.” 

“No, you said you didn’t see the point in continuing the relationship-” Ellie’s voice wavers, and that little tremble makes your heart skip a beat. “And left the room. We followed you. We want to show you the point. This is the point. You… You deserve to be taken care of. To have your feelings recognized. It’s obvious there’s more at play than we’d considered, even without… This. It never should’ve gone this far. You shouldn’t have to scream to be heard by us.”

Did your silencing aura falter? Is that why they came? Did anyone else hear?

“That was a metaphor. You’re cute when you’re nervous, too, but I wish it was for a better reason.” 

“Is there a good reason to be nervous?” 

“Lots. But that’s not what’s important right now. We love you, Y/N. We love you for who you are. I’m- I’m really sorry we didn’t make that more clear. We really were just worried, we weren’t judging you or anything,” she clarifies as she wraps a gauze wrap snugly around your hand. “There. Um… Yeah. So… Yukio’s usually better at these kinds of conversations, we should probably go see her.”

“I don't have much of a frame of reference, but I think you did… Well. You were kind, but subtle, not condescending… As always. It’s something I really appreciate about you.” 

Ellie grins, pulling you along by your uninjured hand. Yukio’s sitting on the edge of your bed just as you were hers just an hour or so before. Her tears have ceased, but quiet whimpers still escape her. She must still be scared by all this. 

“I’m sorry I frightened you,” you say, feeling a little more like yourself. “I have unhealthy ways of dealing with… My feelings. I would never hurt you, though. You know that, right?” 

Yukio looks up at you, clearly taken aback. 

“Of course I do!” she says, and you find that you must really be back to yourself because you manage not to cringe at her squealing, instead blinking in response. “I’m not scared of you, I’m sad! You were hurt by what we said. Of course, I knew that when you left, but I didn’t know how much it hurt you, until… I’m just so sorry. You were right, we- We should’ve told you about our concerns sooner.” 

“I’m sorry, too. You were right, too. Something’s wrong with me. I just don’t really know how to fix it. I don’t know how to be someone I’m not.” 

“We’re not asking you to be someone else,” Yukio assures you, patting the spot next to her as she smiles at you so bittersweetly it almost brings you to tears. You’re frozen in place. “But… We do need you to talk to us, really tell us what’s going on. Maybe… Do you know why this is the way you deal with your feelings?”

“I guess… I mean… It’s a weak excuse at our age, but… I didn’t have the best examples when it came to dealing with big emotions growing up. My-” A lump swells in your throat and your eyes’ threat of tears is about to be followed through on. Saying it out loud makes it real. You can reminisce, sure, but that’s just in your head. A dream. Someone else, someone you used to be before you were your strong, silent self, an unwavering wall to shield and shelter yourself and others. 

“Sweetheart?” Yukio prompts you, her hand resting where she was gesturing you to sit before. You look at Ellie, but that’s not easier. 

“Something… Happened. Or some things. She confirmed, but didn’t elaborate,” Ellie supplies. 

“Maybe if you wrote it down?” Yukio offers. That seems… Manageable. You nod, taking a pencil and paper from your desk. You write in clear, almost analytical detail the way you were treated, what your home environment was like… It almost feels like a story when you read it back to yourself, but it’s not. It’s real. It’s what happened. 

You hesitantly hand the notebook to Yukio. Ellie quickly joins her at the foot of the bed, their eyes scanning the page. You watch as Yukio’s eyes widen and Ellie’s begin to glow orange, smoke curling off of her shoulders. 

The latter takes a deep breath, tapping the tips of her fingers to her thumb, faster and faster until she lets the air go and tears her gaze from the page, getting up and stalking towards you, or possibly the entryway. 

You clench your shaking hands into fists, but she doesn’t yell, she doesn’t strike you, she doesn’t leave. 

She throws her arms around you, holding you tightly, like you’ll float away if she lets go. Yukio joins her shortly after. It’s suffocating, but you know what they mean by it, which makes it a little easier to tolerate. 

They sense your apprehension and pull away, regarding you with cautious intrigue. They know words would be of little use, but touch is just as much of a problem as sound.

Yukio speaks, and touches you anyways:  

“I had no idea,” she says, cupping your cheek and biting her lip to keep it from trembling. “I mean, of course, in hindsight, it makes perfect sense, but…” She sighs. “We’ll figure something out. If- If writing it down was good for you, maybe you can do that more often. That way you can let it out without… Without noise.” 

You nod. Just as before, that’s something you could probably do, and with it being relatively soundless…

“Whether you see the point now or you don’t, you have us. As you know, I’ve had access to a lot of resources when it comes to emotional regulation, whether I wanted them or not. If you want to see a therapist, I can give recommendations, but I’m guessing it’ll be a while before that. There’s some books I can give you, articles, y’know… Stuff like that. I know sometimes it’s better to have someone listen than try to solve things, so, uh… I’m here for that, too. We both are.” 

You nod again, that lump hasn’t left your throat since Yukio asked you why you’re like this. You don’t know if it ever really will, but maybe the swelling could go down just a tad. Her hand is still holding your cheek, stroking it gently with her thumb. It’s far from the first time she’s done it, but… 

But it’s different now. She’s seen the worst parts of you and still sees you as worthy of affection and care. They both have. They’re not even insisting you continue the relationship in exchange for it, they just want to be there for you. To be here, right now.

You find yourself pulling Yukio into another hug, but not the kind you’d normally give her, encircling her with yourself firmly, protectively. No, this time you fully lean into her, clinging to her as if she’s a life preserver in a raging, storming sea — because she is. Because they are. The dam inside you bursts once again, but instead of a fit of destructive rage, all you have to offer are the unshed tears from countless years of holding back. 

Ellie joins the embrace just as Yukio did before. It seems she had understood this was coming when she hugged you initially. You should’ve followed her instincts instead of stiffening up, but how were you to know that she would know you better than you know yourself? How can someone know how to be loved and cared for when they never have been? 

The sounds of the choking sobs that rack your body almost make you feel worse, but a silencing field isn’t worth losing the sound of their voices as they tenderly, sweetly reassure and encourage you. 

“There we go. It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay,” Ellie murmurs. 

“So proud of you, honey. You’re doing so good,” Yukio adds. “Just let it out. We’re not going anywhere.” 

You don’t know how long you cry. Maybe five minutes, maybe five hours. You thought it’d be forever until the well of tears dried up and the choking gasps became deep, shaky breaths. 

They wordlessly guide you to your bed, taking off your shoes for you before tucking you under the covers, one on each side. They curl around and intertwine with you, acting as a shield from the outside world — an unimaginable place at this point in time. The three of you are the only ones who exist in this moment, and you are the closest thing you can be to happy for that reason. 

Your eyelids are so heavy. Yukio reaches out, gently closing them with two fingers. 

“There we go. Get some rest, I’m sure that took a lot of energy. We’ll be here when you wake up. We’ll always be here.” 

“Always,” Ellie echoes, holding you a little tighter. It almost makes you cry again. 

What did you do to deserve this? How long will it actually last? Doubt continues to plague you, but you rein it in, not wanting to sully the moment. Besides, you’re too exhausted to effectively address it. 

For now, you’ll rest in the arms of your partners. Why they still want to be that after what’s happened is a mystery that can be solved later.

[lemonyboy97]

Can I ask who you're comfortable writing for in Blue Exorcist? Or at least if the list for characters you don't write is shorter can we get that? :3

I'll be honest its been forever since i watched it so it'll mostly be mains-

Characters i can write for:

Rin, Yukio, Amaimon, Suguro

Characters I'll have to do a bit of 'research' for (might be ooc):

Mephisto, Kamiki, Renzo, Shura, Sheimi

Character's I cant write for:

Baisically anyone else, im afraid since its been so long sine ive seen it that any other characters would be way too ooc to be worth anyones time