#They/them reader

[lowkeyrobin]

could you write something where walker scobell and reader like each other, are super obvious about it but also super oblivious when it comes to knowing each others feelings? (bonus points if the cast of percy jackson is involved and all know about their feelings for each other)! 🎀

aweeee oh my lord yes!!! stop this is so fucking cute wtffff 😭🙏 ; thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy!!! ; ALSO!! this features a random oc because apparently no one from the older cast other than Charlie and Aryan can be normal so 🤞, oc is supposed to be like a bg character for one of Luke's friends in the show anyways!!! ; sorry this turned out so bad after you waited so long for it LMAO

WALKER SCOBELL ; oblivious

summary ; youre both oblivious to each other's feelings, and your costars need to help push you together

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; I mentioned some stores/brands that I'm pretty sure are zionist corps, so please don't go support them! this is just a fanfic, don't see this as advertisement bc these places kinda suck anyways. free palestine and do your daily clicks on arab.org

word count ; 1.6k

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"You're so stupid," Aryan sighs, walking next to you toward the mall entrance.

Leah and Walker walk ahead of you two, both talking about whatever they wanted to do while they were here. Charlie and Jordan walk behind you, acting as your parental gaurdians because apparently at ages 14-17, you weren't responsible enough to walk around a mall yourselves and needed a pair of 19 year olds by your side.

"He doesn't like me, and I don't like him, Aryan. Get it through your thick skull" You chuckle.

"Uh huh" He nods sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Walker and Leah quickly turn around, walking backwards. "Come on, we're going to Target!"

You and Aryan share a look and quickly chase after them, Charlie and Jordan walking behind all of you like uninterested parents.

You jog across the top floor of the mall and take the escalator down right in front of Target, heading for the interior doors. Leah, Walker, and Aryan head towards the children's toys aisles while you find yourself distracted in the music department. Charlie and Jordan walk around the store, just browsing while you younger teens do whatever. They weren't going to be responsible for any destruction.

You scan through the CDs, looking for anything you didn't have that you found interesting. You pick up a Conan Gray CD, one of his new album Found Heaven. You look to the left, seeing Walker quickly walking towards you, nearly walking into some lady's cart around a corner of one of the aisles.

"Hey." You chuckle, making it clear you saw him nearly get his hip busted by a middle-aged woman.

"Hi" The blonde smiles nervously, "What're you up to?"

You hold up the CD, "Browsing"

He nods, "I've never listened to him, should I?" He asks, beginning to flip through the CDs himself.

You look at him with slightly widened eyes. "Walker, how have you never listened to Conan Gray?..."

He shrugs, "I dunno"

"I'm forcing you to listen to him in the car."

"Okay, okay"

You continue looking through the CDs, seeing if they had anything else to your interest. For a split second, your shoulder brushes against his, considering you were standing so close.

You keep quiet, feeling your face heat up a bit. He feels the same way, unbeknownst to you. You nervously glance at each other, milliseconds apart so you never saw the opposite look.

"Walker, we found water guns!"

"They're so awesome, I could literally just stare at them all day while they talk about their favorite movie" The curly haired blonde smiles, slowly strolling down the lower half of the mall with Aryan and Leah at his side. "I don't think I've ever smiled and laughed so much than when I'm with them, seriously. Everything about them is so amazing, like, I could marry them here and now"

"And you said you don't have a crush on them," Leah states sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "You're something else"

"I don't have a crush on them!" Walker exclaims, the plastic bag in his hand slinging back and forth as he walked, spinning it around his fingers. "I was just describing what I like about them, yeesh"

The two look at him with similar expressions.

"You have a crush on them. Accept it, dude." Aryan sighs, patting Walker on the shoulder. "I'm like, 99% sure they feel the same way as well"

"Shut up!"

"Walker!"

"Quiet!"

You instantly connect the disembodied voice to your familiar blonde friend, having been grabbing a pretzel with Jordan and Charlie. You were stealing their money for food since you'd spent fifty dollars on CDs, plus an extra one for Walker. Thank God Charlie knew who his favorite band was, you'd wanted to get him an actual gift before you left for home tomorrow.

Jordan and Charlie sat down at one of the tables next to the big escalator in the middle of the mall, in clear earshot of the trio who just walked out of Bath and Body Works. They send a shared expression to Leah and Aryan, and they both nod back.

Walker doesn't notice, considering he was busy ranting about how he doesn't have a crush on you and was more focused on his body language and speaking with his hands then figuring out who or what his friends were looking at.

You walk to the table, get a look at the trio, their backs face towards you, and you hand Charlie and Jordan their food.

The two are oddly quiet as they munch down, which makes you question if they're conspiring against you. You ignore it, though, wanting to enjoy your pretzel while you had it.

Charlie and Jordan finally start conversation as you finish up your pretzel and soda, which you devoured. They were talking about some TV show they liked as you stood up, threw your garbage away, and headed toward the bathrooms. You leave the elder teens alone, walking down the dim side-hallway to the restrooms.

Charlie quickly pulls out his phone once your back was to them and calls Aryan. He was with Leah and Walker across the mall, where he and Leah had sneakily set Walker up to get you a little gift. The teens converse quietly and privately, not wanting their victims to hear.

"Yeah, he's inside with Leah, where's Y/n?"

"Restroom" Jordan answers, as they'd FaceTimed him. She pushes her dark hair away from her face as she speaks.

"Okay, where are you guys going next? We're going to Barnes and Noble back near you guys, on the top floor." Aryan informs

"Alright, we'll go fix my phone plan really quick and head over" Jordan nods, looking at Charlie for approval.

He nods as well, and quickly whispers bye as he hangs up. You walk back toward them with a light smile, asking where you were going next.

"We're gonna fuck around with my phone bill, and-"

"-Meet them at the food court!" Charlie finishes, trying to keep you and Walker apart for a moment. He sends a glance to Jordan, who pulls out her phone.

"Oh, okay" You shrug.

After joining Jordan to be a Karen to get her phone bill fixed, you three head up to the food court to meet up with Walker, Leah, and Aryan. As you sit down with them, they all make excuses to leave or go to different spots to get food. That leaves you and Walker at the table alone, both of you unable to start conversation.

You'd just eaten the biggest pretzel of your life, and it turns out he had a milkshake not too long ago. You both nervously smile at each other, biting your nails and fidgeting your fingers a bit. Aryan and Charlie watch from the Noodles and Company line, trying to see if you'd hand over your gifts for each other.

Right on queue, you decide to just give Walker the CD you'd gotten for him, not wanting to miss the sort-of-private opportunity to give it to him. You pull it out of the plastic bag that rests on the floor next to your feet. You hand it to him over the table, awaiting his reaction.

He quickly smiles and looks up at you. "Is that for me?"

"Duh"

He graciously accepts the gift, looking at it front and back over and over again. "How did you know I liked David Bowie?"

You shrug with a smug smile. "One, everyone likes Bowie, two, I know more about you than you think"

He playfully and lightly scoffs with a smile. "Thank you. Actually! That reminds me, I got you something too"

He reaches into the bag that sat next to him, and pulls out a few candy bars and bags, and slides them over the table for you. One of those is a lollipop shaped like a rose.

You smile and give him a warm thank you, laying your eyes on the Twizzlers for the most part.

"Y'know, I have a feeling I'm gonna like Conan Gray in the car"

"Oh, you will, trust me"

In the distance, Aryan and Charlie share looks.

"They're so head over heels for each other" Charlie sighs, "Can they just kiss already?"

Aryan nods, "We need to really push them together"

"How?"

"We'll ask Jordy and Leah"

"Sounds like a plan"

You and Walker sit side by side, smiles on your faces as you rest on the ledge of the fountain. You look back at all the silver and copper coins in the water, shimmering under the rippling water.

"And the whole thing exploded all over me! It was the dumbest thing ever"

You chuckle, listening to Walker talk about some science project exploding all over him in seventh grade.

"Y'know, you're like, really cool" He smiles, nervously glancing at Aryan.

You feel a smile tugging at your lips, "Oh, uhm, thank you. You're cool too, dude" You lightly punch his shoulder.

"No, like, cool cool" He clarifies.

You look over at your four friends, all wearing sunglasses, acting like they weren't spying on your conversation, on their phones or looking away nervously.

"Is this some kind of setup?"

"No!" He quickly replies, "I just, like, think you're really cool" He says, feeling too nervous to go out and ask the question or confess his feelings.

Leah groans and stands up, Aryan at her side.

"Just kiss already!" She says, throwing her hands in the air, "This show is too slow!"

"Kiss!" Aryan cheers, "Please! Do it already! It hurts to watch this anymore"

You look back at Walker, cheeks and ears as red as a stop sign.

Walker shrugs with a nervous look, which you share with him.

"Okay, well, I'm not kissing you on the ledge of a mall fountain"

"Yeah, I get that one"

[cryptidghostgirl]

Hey so uhh, it said requests are open so I'm gonna shoot my shot ig. I have this fic idea but I'm a shit writer so here it goes.

Alastor x reader but the concept is that the reader is Alastor's shadow.

Now, hear me out: Alastor is said to be a powerful demon since his manifestation in hell, we know that it takes demons quite some time to accumulate their power before they become overlords.

If "The Radio demon" was an alias was that operated between more that one person, then it would make sense as to why and how he rose to the top very quickly (assuming we ignore the fact he made a deal with someone).

That and Alastor's black appendages and shadows seem out of theme for a demon who's primary power is based on Radio.

As for how they met, it could go two ways. Either with Alastor, a man hungry for power, strikes his first deal with Shadow!Reader to get them to do his bidding. Or Shadow!Reader offering Alastor their services after realizing that he has a lot of potential. Either way, their partnership blooms into a sort of kinship between the two of them.

Do with this concept whatever you want with it, I just wanna get this concept out in the world in the hands of someone much more capable of writing than I am.

Enjoy!

A/N please always shoot your shot. this is such a fun idea,, thank you so much for entrusting it to me. I've decided just to write their meeting for now but may continue it later on. I hope you like it!!

The Thing (Alastor x Gn!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Mention of cannibalism and the Donner party. I think that is it.

Word Count: 1,752

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There was a secret, one that no one knew, one that would tear the demon realm apart at its edges if anyone found out. The illusive Radio Demon and his shadow were, in fact, just that: the illusive Radio Demon and his shadow.

Y/n was master of the immaterial, shifting forms and shedding skins the way others change their clothes. When Alastor arrived in Hell, they had long since been established as one of the many demons to be aware of.

Rumor runs rampant everywhere but especially in Hell where in controls, combines, and divides. Y/n was just that, a rumor. Never the same face twice, never in the same place twice. No one even knew their name, simply referring to them as the thing or the hunger. They snatched sinner's souls from their grasps and devoured them whole. An urban legend, a ghost story only here, all the ghosts were real.

Alastor was as observant in death as he had been in life, it didn't take him long to catch sight of the shadow. Though he had only been in Hell a few days when it had first appeared, he could tell it had nefarious intent.

The thing was a good actor, almost good enough to fool him. It lay in the reality of his own shadow, following his moves perfectly. However, no one is perfect and every once in a while, there would be a little slip. The first one which had caught Alastor's attention was when he had taken a step forward and it had gone the wrong way, quickly righting itself and following after the mistake.

Alastor pretended not to have noticed, but he remembered. He lay in wait for another such occurrence. It was not until two days later, when his shadow gave him four hands rather than two with no apparent explanation such as an odd angle to the sun or another body near him, that his thesis was confirmed. There was, in fact, something following him.

It stuck like glue to the heels of his shoes. Alastor was quiet, Alastor schemed. He had trapped it in a pure white room which he had fixed lightbulbs in from all sides. When he had turned on the lights, he had turned on them, arms crossed and foot tapping expectantly.

The shadow had looked this way and that, searching for a place to hide. When they realized it was no use, they had pulled themselves from the floor into three dimensions and faced him head on.

"Who are you?" Alastor had asked before quickly reevaluating his question, "What are you?"

It moved like liquid in the air, twisting and dissolving at its edges. Bubbles, or what was almost bubbles, what looked like bubbles, rose to the surface of it's body and as they popped, a demon began to take the shadow's place.

"I am everything."

They were many voiced. When they spoke, it sounded like a crowd of people saying the same thing in unison. Alastor stared at the demon, unamused. They were a full person now, about a head shorter than him and seemingly very calm considering he had them trapped. Then again, Alastor had only been in Hell a few weeks by this point, not nearly enough time to work up the sort of reputation he was hoping for.

"Is that a bad pickup line?" Alastor asked, "Am I supposed to ask what you mean and you'll say something like 'I could be everything to you?'"

The demon raised their eyebrows, shaking their head.

"It is the truth."

A tense silence fell between the pair. Alastor broke it with a sigh, rubbing his temples in irritation. He hadn't really known what to expect from this endeavor save an event to break up the monotony of his days. The demon was not delivering.

"Yeah, alright."

"Who are you?"

"You've been following me for what, two weeks? And you don't know?"

The demon shrugged.

"I was trying to be polite. It has been a while since I have spoken to anyone."

"Sure. Well," Alastor turned to the door, pulling a skeleton key from his pocket, "this has been interesting. Enjoy eternity alone in a well lit room."

Alastor opened the door. The demon made no move to follow him out of the room, no move to escape. They simply watched him in curiosity, their head tilted slightly to one side. Alastor hesitated, his body blocking the exit and his back towards them. He watched them over his shoulder as a thin black smoke seemed to emanate from the outline of their body.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

An empty threat, barley even a threat to be honest. Alastor stepped out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him. Once he was sure it was locked, he slipped the key back into his pocket. He made to leave, intending to go out on the town in a desperate attempt to find entertainment. Barley two steps forward, and shadows began to pool on the floor before his feet, blocking Alastor's path.

He watched in a mild interest as the demon pulled themselves from the shadows, taking on a different face than they had worn in the room. Now they were broader, taller, stronger. They looked mean.

"I told you."

"Is this what you meant when you said you were everything?"

The demon nodded once. Their wide eyes were unblinking, unchanging, as their form mutated again. A spider demon now with many arms and a lanky figure. Alastor raised his eyebrows.

"So, you let me catch you."

"I was bored. No one ever notices me until it is too late, except you."

"I find that hard to believe. You were easy to spot."

The demon's eyes widened slightly at this, something similar to surprise but halfway to fear.

"Like I said, Alastor the interesting." they mused after a moment.

Alastor bowed his head slightly in recognition of the title.

"I could take your soul, destroy you. Why were you so willing to risk all that? Surely a bit of entertainment can't be worth that much to you."

He was trying to get a gage on the creature, and he knew they could tell. It was a mild threat, one he couldn't follow through on even if he wanted to. Sure, he could maim the creature, cause it great pain, but beyond leaving them formless for a few days tops he was powerless. He knew that, but he didn't know if they did. Either way, the situation would play out to his advantage. It would either give him more information, or the upper hand.

They considered the situation for a moment before answering. Alastor couldn't figure out if it was because of their interest in him, for fear of him, or some third, other undefined motivation. No matter what it was, he didn't care. This was the most engaged he had felt in weeks.

"You aren't an overlord. You can't make a contract."

"And you are?"

"No."

"Too weak?" Alastor teased and the demon glared at him.

"Far from it. I don't like being seen."

"But you're letting me see you."

"I am allowing you to see a face. It is not mine."

Alastor fell silent. He had figured that the demon before him didn't have a true form, or if they did, that it was shadow. Things were becoming curiouser by the second. He was no longer regarding his attempts to trap the demon as a waste of time.

"So, you want power but anonymity. Those things don't go hand in hand."

"I know. You want fame and lack the power. Another unmatched set."

Alastor's ear twitched at that, displeasure running through his veins and clouding his sight. His hand tightened where he held his microphone.

"I have power enough."

"What use is a Radio Demon with nothing to broadcast?"

"Are you suggesting a deal?"

The demon smiled a smile that was too big for the face it wore. Alastor had to admit, they were unsettling. He understood the rumors.

"I've heard of your... reputation shall we say? But if you think I will trust someone who's face I have never even seen, you are dead wrong."

"Was that a joke?" the demon tentatively asked after a moment.

"Not on purpose but I supose so."

The thing seemed to roll the idea over in their mind as their form changed once again, this time becoming a demon with the body of a shark. They seemed not even to notice they were changing as their eyes flicked back to Alastor's.

"You want information. Then you will be open to the idea of a partnership."

"This was your goal all along, a partnership as you put it."

A statement, not a question. The demon smiled, their eyebrows slightly raised.

"Oh, was it now. At least I had an end goal to this little... situation."

Alastor scoffed, looking away. They were right. He had come up with no ideas past capturing the thing that had been following him. He was in the dark. They had everything figured out.

"Show me your real face. Then we can talk."

"Alastor Hartifelt. Died 1933. Louisiana famed radio host and serial killer cut down in his prime by a hunter who mistook him for a deer."

"Are you trying to intimidate me?"

"Not at all."

The demon shifted once again. It took them longer to find form this time, remaining as a black cloud for a few moments before at last settling on an almost human body. They were shorter than he had expected, smaller too and decked out in what seemed to be colonial dress. They held a hand out to him.

"Y/n L/n. Died 1846. Newly wed and member of the Donner party."

"Cannibalism." Alastor mused, gently taking their hand in his.

He had expected them to be cold, immaterial. He had expected his hand to slide right through theirs. Instead, the demon, Y/n, was warm and solid to the touch, just like anyone else. They smiled, mouth full of needles.

"We all take what we are given."

"I suppose."

Y/n dropped his hand and crossed their arms. Despite their stature, they radiated authority and poise. It was almost impressive.

"If you will be the face, I will be the force."

"No soul binding."

"I couldn't if I wanted to. Not an overlord."

Alastor looked them up and down. His smile grew.

"Not an overlord yet."

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[descendantofthesparrow]

Can't stop this feeling - Harry Hook x reader- SMUT FIC- P7

SMUT FIC-MINORS DNI- All ‘important’ characters are 18+!

warning; not a smutty part really, its more of a neverland chapter but (y/n) and Harry get each other off with their hands but that's bout it XD

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April had arrived, and Harry’s birthday had come with it, meaning something very special for the both of you.

Harry’s eyes were practically squeezed shut as he stepped through the portal that led directly into the heart of Neverland, his hand clutching onto yours as the sound of twinkling bells, an ocean breeze, and lost boys enveloped his senses. “Harry,” you called his name softly, stepping in front of him and squeezing his hand, smiling at him as he fluttered his eyes open, keeping his gaze on you. “look around,” he did, his eyes widening as he took in the sight around him.

“Holy shit,” Harry breathed, stepping away from the portal and spinning around to see everything, he never thought he would ever see Neverland, maybe in pictures but-to see it with his own eyes, to step foot on its magical soil. “i-holy shit,”

You laughed slightly, stepping back to let Harry experience this all on his own, bringing your hands up to smile behind them, biting your lip as Harry shook his head, running his hand through his hair. “I cannot believe I’m ‘ere,” Harry muttered, his face set into a heartbreaking softness with tears in his eyes. “holy shit,”

You let him have a few more moments and then offered your hand, nodding towards the path that led to Mermaid Lagoon. “You ready?” Harry stared, biting his lip. The two of you had talked about going to Mermaid Lagoon, to visit your mother(his mother’s best friend from years ago) and to unlock the rest of Harry’s Mer-biology. Right now he had opal-like scales and gills, but no tail or color, but once he submerged into the neverland waters-he would finally gain his color and tail.

Harry took a deep breath, and took your hand, nerves consuming him as you walked towards the beach-the sound of waves soon overtaking the sound of the forest. He froze at the sight of the water that in itself, seemed magical-separate from the rest of the land. “I don’t know if I can do this,” Harry said, not sure this was a good idea anymore. “what if they hate me?” his voice cracked and you turned, taking his face and kissing him gently, easing his nerves slightly.

“They won't,” you whispered softly, you had sent a message months ago, right after the cruise had ended-and your mother had been very very eager to meet Harry-her best friend's son. It didn’t matter his origin or who his father was-Harry was a piece of Iris, and the pod would accept him with open arms. “I promise,”

Harry bit his inner lip and let you take his hand again, pulling him towards the small shore/cliff that led into the lagoon, grinning as you saw your family, most of them hanging out on the pink-toned rocks and the others swimming or hunting.

“Oh-Arella, it’s (y/n)! darling come here my beautiful, let me look at you~” your aunt Coral cooed, holding out her hands to you as she swam close to the shore, pushing herself up on the rock as you let Harry hang back and set your bag down-meeting your aunt halfway and letting her hold your face, laughing as she turned your face this way and that-humming in approval. “Still so darling-oh my-is this-“

She squealed, admiring your opal jewelry and mate mark on your neck, a grin blooming on your face. “Oh darling! you’ve bonded!” all the present members of your pod cooed and screeched, chattering and clicking in mermish as they rushed up to you, admiring your gifts from Harry and looking closer at the bite mark he left.

You lifted your head in pride, smiling down at your family, your mother’s eyes on Harry, who hung back in the shadow’s, still very unsure of all of this. Neverland? Cool, cool, mermaid lagoon where his mother had been born, raised, and stolen from? Not as cool, he was nervous and terrified as all hell, scared someone would hate him for his father’s actions against his mother.

Your mother called your name gently, keeping her eyes on Harry. You hummed, pulling away from your aunts and walking over to her, taking off your shoes as you did. “Yes mama?” you asked, crouching next to her as she came up to the shore and looking where she was, grinning when you saw Harry.

“Is that him?” she asked, trying to get a better look at the son of her late best friend. You nodded, standing and holding out your hand to him. “C’mon,” you said gently, grinning as he stepped out of the shadows and walked over to you, his cheeks blazing and his shoulders tense, terrified. “mama, this is Harry, Iris’ son, and my bonded mate.”

It was quiet for a moment, Harry’s eyes stayed on you, too scared to look anywhere else. They hated him, he knew it, he should just leave-he really should. But then he felt a hand in his and he turned-locking eyes with your mother. She was smiling, tears in her eyes. “You look just like her,” she whispered, shaking her head and laughing in disbelief, Harry just stared, squeezing your hand. “oh young one, welcome home.” In one motion, she pulled Harry down for a hug and everyone else swam over to greet him-all commenting on his resemblance to Iris, not once mentioning Harry’s father. He could only understand half of them-the others speaking mermish, but he smiled at you, his fears disappearing in an instant.

You grinned down at him, mouthing ‘I told you so’. He just laughed, turning back to your mother as she chatted away, telling him all about his mother-how she had always wanted children, especially a son. Harry eventually sat down, his feet dangling in the water, his opal scales being poked and prodded by the younger mers swimming around-asking why he had such scales.

“He needs to go into the waters deary, then his colors will be revealed,” one of the mothers said, pulling her child away from Harry-who was chuckling at the feeling of his foot being grabbed and moved around. You had gone into the water at this point, swimming around with your mother and talking, telling her how you got together and how you discovered you were soulmates(leaving out all the nsfw details), she very much approved, and the two of you went back to Harry-who was given your mothers blessing.

He might’ve cried a little, you wouldn’t tell anyone though.

Soon enough, Harry was in his swim trunks, standing a few feet away from the water’s edge, fiddling with his hands nervously. “What if it doesn’t work?” he asked, truly wanting to take your hands and take that risk, but the fear he wouldn’t turn kept him rooted on the shore.

You just smiled, tilting your head. “Then it doesn’t, it won’t change a thing.” Harry sighed, wading into the water, taking your hand when he got close enough, feeling everyone’s eyes on him as he got deeper into the lagoon. “Ready?” you asked, holding your mate tightly as his feet left the rocks that connected to the shore-now suspended in the water.

Harry nodded, unable to speak, and closed his eyes, the two of you sinking under the surface. You couldn’t keep the grin off your face nor could you stop the squeal that left you as Harry’s scales bloomed with color, a brilliant blue that matched his eyes and shimmered under the sunlight that beamed through the surface of the water.

You held his hands as his legs turned to a tail, his fin sharp and long-the trait of an attack Mer; the same as his mother. His nails grew sharp, and his knuckles were armored along with his shoulders, elbows, and forearms-allowing him more power behind his attacks. His eyes snapped open-his pupil now angled and shimmering with new magic; he gasped; his fangs now fully shown off. “There you go,” you cooed, kissing the corner of his mouth as Harry looked down at himself, a laugh of disbelief escaping him.

“holy thit,” he muttered, now having a lisp thanks to his new fangs. You laughed, swimming around him-still holding his hand, admiring your beautiful mate, his dark hair complimenting his ocean tail and eyes-just like his mother.

Your mother said as such and Harry teared up, his cheeks flushing and blending into his cheek scales, blubbering a bit as you hugged him-giggling as he pushed his face into your neck. Harry admired his tail, flailing his arms a bit as he sank, clutching onto you as you grabbed him and hauled him back up.

“Need ta get used to your tail eh?” one of your uncles laughed, teasing the new Mer of the pod. Harry flushed, pouting a bit, admiring your tail as you swam around him-showing him how to move his new muscles. “Why doeth me tail look thso different from yerths?” Harry asked, gesturing between his sharp fins and your fins-which flowed like thin fabric-but was just as powerful as his.

“Genetics…and we’re different types of mers, I’m a lure Mer, aka a pretty one that lures prey to their death, think a beta fish-and you’re an attack Mer-the one who hunts and takes down the prey we lure,” You explained, some of the younger mers swimming up and helping Harry learn how to swim with his new tail-taking his hands and holding them up in front of his head.

“you-you gotta use your hands like a guide,” Mira said, sticking his tongue out of his mouth and shoving his bright white hair out of his face-showing Harry what he meant. Harry nodded, taking the kid's advice seriously and following their movements, grinning at you when he successfully swam with his tail. “love! Did ye thsee-I did it!” you giggled, zooming over to him and twirling him around, your tail grazing his face-his cheeks a bright red.

“You did,” you cooed, swimming just above him and kissing him gently, ignoring the gags and squeaks from the kids around you. The older mers cooed and talked among each other-while you guided Harry around, holding his hands the entire time while he learned to swim.

“ith’s heavier than I thought it would be,” Harry muttered, wiggling his hips a bit, landing on a rock and messing with his tail, rubbing his thumbs against his scales. You just hummed, lying next to and around him, propping your head on your hand. “thso-ith anymore of my human anatomy changed with thith?” Harry asked, gesturing to himself.

You hummed, pursing your lips in thought, reaching up and tapping his ear-which was still rounded like a human, unlike your pointed ears. Some things went unaltered, like his ears, and he had a belly button-something you only had in human form. He felt his ear, his eyes drawing to yours, the top half covered in scales-unlike his-his were still human and his scales stopped at his tragus.

“Not really sure what didn’t and didn’t change, suppose that will be something we’ll discover together,” you mumbled, feeling down his arm and curling your hand into his, smiling at the warmth you felt. He squeezed your hand, smiling, feeling so goddamn happy-he was so glad he took this chance. Never in his wildest dreams would he ever of thought of getting a tail, getting a wonderful mate, or even go to Neverland-but he was here, with you, surrounded by his newfound family.

He was happy-so fucking happy.

He turned, grabbing your face and kissing you with every thought and feeling that was going through him right now, smiling against your lips as you giggled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck-pulling back suddenly at the whistles and cheers he heard from your family. Harry blushed furiously, the red blending into his scales as he held you close, smiling as you continued to laugh, your fingers dancing across his cheeks and shoulders.

He was so happy.

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He lay on your bed later that day, the sun disappearing behind the horizon, his hair drifting up and around with the push of the water encasing him comfortably. His eyes were closed, sleep creeping up at the back of his mind-everything slowly began to slip away, your head on his chest with your arms tossed over his chest. You were still awake, tracing the edges of his bright blue scales with the tips of your fingers-once in a while sending shivers down his spine.

He peered up at you as you moved above him-your hair flowing around you as you did so, your hands suddenly on his cheeks as you looked down at him with such adoration it made him want to cry. “Hi,” Harry whispered, voice deep with sleep. You smiled, leaning down and pecking his lips, whispering against them as you pulled back. “Hello,” you said, your lips traveling across his face, the corner of his lips, his jaw, his nose, his cheekbones, his eyes, his brows, anywhere you could reach.

Harry had never felt so loved.

His hands found the curve of your back, trailing the beginning of the fin that protruded from your back, sighing against your lips as they met his again. He felt your hands in his hair and he felt dizzy, warmth bursting in his chest as his hands traveled your skin, brushing against your scales, feeling your warmth he still wondered how he hadn’t noticed until that fateful day almost half a year ago. It amazed Harry that time had gone by so quickly, it almost seemed like a dream-that cruise.

But he wouldn’t trade the time for anything in the world.

Not if it meant losing you.

Harry let out a shuddering breath as your lips traveled down his jaw, your teeth gently pressing against his neck-brushing over his bond mark. He breathed your name and your lips were on his again, hotter than before, hungry. Your hands pulled at his hair, trailing down his neck until you held his face, heat traveled down his body, and shivers erupted across his skin.

He gasped against your lips as one of your hands went down-brushing against his chest and finding the spot where-in his human body-his dick would be. Harry’s head dropped back with a choked gasp as your fingers slipped into something-a slit, wet and pulsing with heat.

He gasped your name again and you hummed, gently biting his jaw as you teased the slit you found. Pleasure danced across his body, his hand finding your shoulder, letting himself fall into your touch, gasping again and again as you brought something forth from that slit-his cheeks burning as he glanced down-feeling your hands gliding across something familiar.

“Oh,” Harry breathed, staring down at his dick-which had barely changed between his human form and his mer form. “so that’s where it went,” you laughed gently, ghosting your fingers up and down his dick, Harry’s eyes fluttered shut and his head fell back, his hips bucking into the feeling, chasing it. “fuck-“ he moaned your name, his hand finding your cheek as you kissed him again, the other traveling down your body-looking for that same slit in your tail.

You hummed into his mouth as his fingers dipped into that slit, your bodies heating up as you explore each other, Harry almost panting as you stroked his cock. He breathed your name again, his brows furrowing as your hand sped up. He pushed his fingers further into you and curled them, smirking as you gasped and pulled away from his lips, panting as your eyes cracked open, the two of you staring into each other's eyes as you pleasured each other.

Harry’s breath hitched and his back arched as he was suddenly overwhelmed with warmth-that coil snapping in his gut. His fingers hit something devastating within you and you came with him, gasping into his neck as you curled into his body, the two of you breathing heavily.

You lay there for a long moment, just breathing the other in, Harry’s fingers trailing across your back as your hands held onto his shoulders, thumb ghosting across his scales. “I love you,” Harry said, smiling as you sat up suddenly, eyes wide. “wh-wha?” you laughed, huffing as Harry leaned up and caught your lips, his hands traveling your curves and pulling you close.

“I love you; I think I have been since our first date,” Harry said, not joking in the slightest as you smiled at him, taking his face and kissing him. “I love you too,” you whispered as you pulled away, cuddling into your mate as he pulled you to rest beside him-falling asleep to the sound of your breathing and the push of water above the surface.

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You spent the rest of the week in neverland-Harry getting the hang of his tail as you explored the waters together, soon enough he was easily keeping pace with the other attack mers, grinning cheekily as you raced him from the lagoon to skull rock. He listened to every story your mom told him about Iris, played with the younger mers of the pod, explored every bit of the lagoon he could, kissed you behind the coral, napped in the sun on the pink stone of the lagoon-his tail resting in the blue waters.

The day before you were scheduled to leave, you gifted him something new, one of your scales, plucked from your tail. You drew a thin leather string through it, allowing it to hang around his neck if he so wished. His smile when you gave it to him nearly blinded you, he took the necklace and then your face-kissing you quickly yet passionately, and then put the necklace on, his eyes soft and sweet as he caressed your scale with his numb-your colors shimmering under the water.

Your mother made Harry promise to return as the two of you left, and Harry beamed, nodding-no longer afraid of their judgment, and you held hands as you went back to the portal that would send you back to Auradon prep.

Harry called your name softly before you went to leave and you turned, smiling as Harry stepped close, his arms wrapping around you, his forehead pressing against yours. “Thank you,” he whispered, and you kissed him, breathing him in.

“Anything for you my love,” you whispered back, taking his hand and taking him back to Auradon.

-end of p7-

damn, its been a bit hasnt it? lowkey lost my groove for...idk I've just been outta it since i got back from Georgia i dont know why, but hopefully i can get back into it, for both writing and art. anyways p7! and Harry got his mer form!!!!

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Hello! I do hope your having a fantastic day/night!

And may i say i do love your blogs style!

I do hope you dont mind if i drop a request in?

May i get Mukuro (Danganronpa, ) And Kaede ( Danganronpa ) with an S/O that carries their cat around to prevent their common panic attacks and anxiety attacks? Yet they do often get made fun of because of the cat since people think its childish-

I do hope its not too much to ask- i know its a little hard but i believe in you!

And i hope you dont mind that i am 🎀 anon!

-Signed with love by - @regular-ol-anon

Good luck and please take your time!

┊₊˚{☁️}  “Comfort Kitty” ₊˚꒦｡

꒦꒷︶꒷ ꔫ Requested by...꒱꒱ @Anon 🎀 ( #cutiekittysender : Anon🎀)

ꔫ Fandom꒱꒱ Danganronpa

ꔫ Genre ꒱꒱ Fluff {100% sfw}

ꔫ Type and pairing꒱꒱ Imagines (x reader) ꔫ Featuring꒱꒱ Mukuro, Kaede, Hiyoko, Fuyuhiko, Nagito, Kokichi

ꔫ Pronouns꒱꒱ They/Them, GN reader

ꔫ Content Warning(s)꒱꒱Panic attacks, light angst, bullying, swearing, Danganronpa spoilers, minor yandere themes

ꔫ Summary꒱꒱ You carry your cat around everywhere! Including Hopes Peak. You have severe anxiety and when your significant other can't be with you 24/7, you need a companion so you're not living with constant panic attacks. Though...Some kids start making fun of you and calling you childish for having your emotional support animal with you. How will your significant other react to you crying at home because of the bullying?

ꔫ Author note(s)꒱꒱ IM CRYING- I SPENT 4 HOURS (IM SLOW AND GET DISTRACTED EASILY) WRITING THIS OR SOMETHING AND THAN I CTRL Z BY ACCIDENT AND IT WENT POOF, SO I NOW HAVE TO WRITE IT AGAIN. SORRY, THIS TOOK LIKE 500 YEARS AAAAA. Anyway, enjoy! Hope you're okay that I added more characters!!

She was a bit different about getting a cat at first because of her job and sister and was afraid something bad could happen to it, but that wasn't quite the case. Though, she would do anything to make you happy, so she was content with getting a cat in the end of things.

Plus with her originally being an orphan anyway, adopting was something she always had her hopes on doing; a pet is a great way to stop!

She knew about your constant anxiety and did her best to help, but sadly with her job she couldn't be there 24/7, so she's glad you have someone to help you when she can't be there. It truly puts her worry at ease.

She grew to love the cat too, and was happy you were confident enough to bring it everywhere with you.

Though when she saw you run home crying with your kitten from school...She knew something was up and anyone who hurt you like this was going on her hitlist....But first she had to go and check on you!

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You emitted sobs from your room. Your cat nudged against you, looking up at you; trying to comfort you. Normally this would help, but the issue was being laughed at for having the kitten. Since you ran home early because of the incident, your shared dorm with your girlfriend was just you and your cat since Hopes Peek was still in session. So who could this be? You slowly got up and sniffled. You tried to look sort of presentable, even though you were still very much upset. Opening the door, you looked up; it was Mukuro! Mukuro always had a very neutral expression, even when you started dating; but you could always tell her true expressions, anyway. She seemed worried, and you could figure out why. "(Y/N)? What happened...? Did you get hurt?" She questioned walking into the dorm room and lightly shutting the door behind her. Mukuro seemed extremally calm, she always did after all she deals with stressful situations being a soldier and all. Though, this calmness didn't mean she wasn't worried, she was always worried and caring about you. You busted out in tears again, jumping up and wrapping your hands around the other as you continued to cry into your girlfriends shoulder. Mukuro was a bit stunned at your sudden movement, but she hugged you back scooching over onto the ground just holding you in her arms for a minute. Your cat purrs and walks over to both of you, rubbing their face on both of you. "You don't have to tell me if you don-" Mukuro was cut off by you looking up at her and beginning to explain how you were getting bullied today and mocked for bringing your cat to school with you. "I'm so weak! I don't deserve to be an ultimate!!!" you mumbled into your lovers chest at the end of your explanation. Mukuro could only rub your back and leave a kiss on your head. "You're not weak my love, far from it. You don't deserve any of the words they dare say to you. I'll take care of them, don't worry." She said that last part more quieter than the rest. You sniffled and wiped away some tears and gave Mukuro a sweet smile, you honestly felt a lot better hearing her soothing voice ring throughout your ears. Your cat came up to you with a small meow while you petted the feline. "Thank you...I love you" you said to both your cat and your girlfriend.

The next day at Hopes Peak when you brought your cat, you were expecting the bullying to continue...Instead the kids that were making fun of you aren't anywhere to be seen. Just your girlfriend walking over to you and kissing you on the cheek as she walks you and your cat to all your classes. In reality, those kids were definitely checked off on Mukuro's hitlist.

You and Kaede both agreed to getting a cat, as it fits both your cozy lifestyles

Your panic attacks always worried her, though Kaede was amazing when it came to helping you through them; she used to have performance anxiety so she gets the feeling.

Super happy you found another great coping mechanism to use when you get all stressed out.

Since you both went to different schools, bringing your cat for comfort really helps you get through the day

Though because of that the bullying started and today you just couldn't take it anymore

So here you were on the bathroom floor next to your cat that was trying to comfort you, crying your eyes out

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Kaede bent down to your level, frowning. She knew about the bullying and always tried her best to cheer you up, and most of the time it worked. This time, you seemed to be too stuck in your own head. Kaede didn't know what to do but hug you and put her hands through your hair in the hope of soothing the tears pouring out of your eyes. "I just wish I didn't have anxiety..." you mumbled in between sobs, your cat just lying on your lap, also not knowing what to do. Kaede was speechless, her mind fumbling over how to respond, but she responded in the only way she knew how: through music and song.

Kaede slowly got up from the ground your eyes tracing her movement as she went over to the other room where the piano was. You rubbed your eye and sniffled, curious on what she was about to do. Your girlfriend started playing the piano, it was your favorite song! Your cat perked up and started to trail around Kaede's feat as she started playing. You smiled getting up and wiping dried up tears, her playing always made you happy and this time...It made you confident and cared about. "Thank you Kaede." you whispered just enough for her to hear once she finished her song. She nodded in approval before giving you a peck on the cheek.

The next day at school the bullying continued, but you were no longer letting it get to you. You were confident bringing your cat with you and simply ignored those who were bothering you. You always remembered Kaede's piano playing when you were anxious about having your cat with you all the time and it truly just made you feel better. Thus, because of your ultimate pianist girlfriend; you feel much better about having your support kitty!

It was actually Hiyoko who wanted the cat in the first place since she never got to have an animal growing up

Of course you agreed, as cats are just the cutest and it would make a great addition to the family.

You always kept your anxiety pretty well hidden since that's just how you were, but you did notice when the cat was around it always helped your mind to be put at ease.

So you started carrying the little guy everywhere with you

Hiyoko didn't mind, she actually secretly thought it was so cute and was happy you both got along

You were only teased at school when Hiyoko wasn't around, since even the bullies feared to be bullied by her wrath

You never said anything as you felt it wasn't a big deal and didn't want to trouble your girlfriend

Though sometimes it was alot to handle and it stressed you out to the point you just broke down at school one day in the bathroom

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Hiyoko waddled after you; she knew something was wrong, and she was absolutely right. "Huh? Y/N? What's wrong!?" She panicked as she hugged you close. Nobody but you would ever see this caring side to her, but she also didn't care if people saw it. Her focus was on you and only you. You sniffled and explained the mean things people had said to you and that it was just too much. She was surprised anyone would dare talk to you that way; you were perfect and the only person who understood her. She had a pouty face on; she was definitely not mad at you but rather at them.

"How dare those pig-faced bitches say anything mean to you? They're such losers, and how is it that they go this low? Hmph." She pouted, crossing her arms, and you giggled. The insults you thought were very creative and cute made you feel a bit better. Hiyoko smiled back at you and helped you up on the floor. Grabbing your hand, she started walking away with you before starting to speak once again. "Cm'on. I'm going to make them say sorry to you!" Your eyes widened; this is Hiyoko were talking about, so it's bound to be insults until they're crying apologies to you. Hiyoko knows how to hit all the weak spots.

You showed her the people that were being mean to you, and she crossed her arms, kimono draping. She looked pissed, and the bullies stopped in their tracks. "You pig-slut losers! You should carry a plant around with you to replace the oxygen you waste! Were you born this stupid, or did you take lessons? I’d slap you, but I don’t want to make your face look any better. Now, see that door? Say sorry and go to the other side of it." She spurted at them, and it seemed to work, as they quickly apologized to you and did as she said. Maybe they were afraid of the amount of bullying Hiyoko would have done if they didn't, as what she said was just a sample. Hiyoko pouted and then looked at you with a smile. "Now, wanna go and get candy? We can get cat treats as well!" She tilted her head as you nodded and smiled back at her.

You already had your feline friend before you started dating Fuyuhiko

It was surprising to you how gentle and caring he was towards your pet. You didn't think he liked cats but he actually really does

You never really carried your cat around before your relationship bloomed, but your anxiety started to get bad and Fuyuhiko was always at dangerous jobs so he wasn't around alot unfortunately

Though when he is around, even though he's not best with his words he gives the best physical affection that always eases your mind

Honestly people were scared to even talk to you because of your boyfriend, but those unknowing of who your boyfriend was was quick to tease and pick on you. Not a good idea on there part

You didn't want to worry Fuyuhiko with this since he has enough on his plate, so you just silently sobbed to yourself when he was away

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A few tears trickled down your cheeks while you were in your shared dorm. Your boyfriend was already gone for whatever the Yakuza had going on at the moment, and he wasn't expected to be home until much later. The bullying earlier really got to you and stressed you out; you weren't sure what else to do but cry and curl up in a ball. Your cat was in the other room asleep; you didn't want even your fluffy little fur ball to see you like this. After a few moments, the door opened quietly. Usually,  you would be taking a nap at this time, so Fuyuhiko probably thought as much. When your boyfriend walked in, you tried to quickly wash away your tears, but Fuyuhiko already saw the emotional distress you were in.

His eyes widened, he crouched down to your level, and he gave you a hug. "Who the fuck did this to you? Are you hurt?" He panickily asks, trying to be as quiet as he can to not scare you or make your anxiety worse. You nodded and sniffled, afraid to talk, but you knew it would only worry your boyfriend if you didn't. You took a deep breath, looked up at Fuyuhiko, and made eye contact. Soon enough, you were crying your eyes out, explaining your situation to your beloved. Fuyuhiko's eyes turned to anger. How could someone dare even say a word to you without his permission, nevermind say something so filthy? He took a deep breath, controlling his anger so as not to take it out on you. He kisses you on the lips lightly as you melt into it. "I'll handle it; don't worry, Y/N. I fucking promise you." He whispered into your ear.

The next day, you brought your cat to school as always, expecting the bullies to come and torment you again, almost forgetting Fuyuhiko's promise, until he tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around and smiled at him, pecking his lips with a kiss. He wasn't usually at school because of his job, so it was a happy surprise. "By the way, Y/N, Peko is handling those fuckers today, so she won't be here," he whispered into your ear as your eyes widened. It was a good day to have a Yakuza boyfriend!

He says yes to whatever you want, you are his little hope bagel after all!

But.....A pet? After what happened to his dog he wasn't sure if he deserved to take care or even be around another animal; afraid his luck would do something to it

After a lot of convincing him that it'll be okay, you both agreed to get a kitten

You got a white kitten that looked very similar to Nagito in a weird way, it was comforting to think even when the short minutes when Nagito was away you still had a piece of him

So you started to bring the kitten everywhere with you!

Nagito also suffers from anxiety, so if anyone he understands it the best. He's overjoyed you found a great coping mechanism

Plus he doesn't think he's good enough to comfort you, so this also puts his mind at ease.

Nagito regularly got bullied at school, and it's usually you that would stand up from him but since you started bringing a cat with you...Things started to change

You're a really sensitive person and don't know how to deal with being picked on so you just start crying

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Nagito was a clingy mess, so of course he was with you when you overheard some kids talking bad about you and your cat, and he was there when you started to tear up. Nagitos’ heart broke. How dare someone bring despair to his precious hope? You tried not to weep In front of your boyfriend, not that you were afraid to show weakness but the fact that you couldn’t stand him being a big worried mess about you. Your boyfriend stayed calm and took your hand and guided you out of the school. You didn’t ask what he was doing as you were ecstatic to leave the school and destress. Your cat was on Nagito’s shoulder, curious about how to make you feel better. You and Nagito walked to the car, Nagito in the driver’s seat and you in the passenger seat. He frowned, looking over at your saddened and stressed out state. You had no words as when you were upset and stressed; talking wasn’t a thing you did. Nagito hugged you close and tilted his head. “It’s okay, my hope. Everything will be okay. You’re so strong and beautiful, please don’t listen to their despairful words,” he said softly as your cat climbed onto your lap and curled up, purring. You pet your kitten, then giggle and pet Nagito's hair. Later that day, Nagito drove both of you home. He had a plan of how to handle those people who were picking on you, but for now, he decided to keep your mind off of it. Thus, you Nagito and your kitten all cuddles on the couch together and watched your favorite movie. “... I love you,” you mumbled to Nagito as you cuddled into his chest, snuggling your head into him. His face turned red with blush as you cuddled onto his chest.. You said this a lot to him, but he won’t ever believe he has such a hopeful, significant other that truly loves him. “I love you too.”

Why do you want a cat? Isn't he good enough for you?

He would tease you, but all with love of course

At the adoption center of course he acted like a toddler looking at all the animals and pointing....

"OOOOH!! WHAT ABOUT THIS ONE? CMON! THIS ONES SO COOL!!!"

After an hour you adopted a black cat because Kokichi said it looked evil, but that was a lie as the cat was the sweetest thing to both of you

The kitty would always seem to make you happy just as much as Kokichi did. He had to admit he was a SLIGHHHHT bit jealous but he still was happy for your small little friend

Kokichi was either hated or loved at school, no in between, but everyone knew that you were his queen/king/royalty because he would talk about you ALL the time

So those that didn't like him...Well also didn't like you, but until you started bringing your cat around they had nothing to make fun of you for

You were used to teasing by Kokichi, but this is straight out bullying with the cruel words they said to you

Once the day ended you broke down, frowny face and all

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You were off on the way to your dorms while walking with your kitten on your shoulder and boyfriend next too; you did this every day after your classes, but this time you weren’t as cheerful and you weren’t teasing Kokichi back when he made snarky remarks. He took notice of this but didn’t want to say anything in public with all the other ultimate’s walking through to their own dorms. Kokichi frowned before bringing you closer and taking your hand. He just held your hand on the way back to both of your dorms. Your cat went off to eat, and Kokichi grabbed your wrist with concern. “… What happened?” he asked in a worried tone, tilting his head. “W-what do you mean?” you acted dumb trying to ease your lovers’ concern. “Don’t lie to me, please tell me” a small tremble in his voice at this point; you just sighed and frowned before telling him everything that’s been happening and you started sobbing at the end of your explanation.

Shock swept over Kokichi. He knew people hated him and he couldn't care less, him and D.I.C.E would just prank them all the time anyway, but he draws the line of them messing with his queen/king/royalty. The rest of the night was filled with special attention from your little supreme leader. He was a clingy mess, and you loved it! He gave you many pecks on the cheeks and did everything in his power to distract you from what happened, besides he plans to have D.I.C. E give them the worst prank he can think of tomorrow, making sure they never dare make fun of you for having an emotional support animal again. While you both were cuddling, your cat wanted to join as it pounced onto the bed and curled in between you two, meowing and being a cutie. “See! It’s dividing me from my queen/king/royalty. I told you it’s evil!!!” Kokichi states, giving a pouty look to your cat. All you could do was facepalm at his shenanigans. He was such a loveable goofball.

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one bed - katsuki bakugo

in which class 1-a embarks on a field trip, and somehow katsuki and y/n end up sharing a bed

warnings: swearing, its really just fluff :)

"What do you mean there's only one bed?"

Katsuki grumbled from the other end of the phone, "I just told you, idiot! There's one bed in the hotel room."

Y/n pulled the phone away from their ear and groaned. "Why me?" They whined, stomping their feet on the floor like a toddler.

Mina rubbed her best friend's shoulder. "Don't worry, babes, it shouldn't be too bad."

Kyoka gave Y/n a pitiful look. "I'd offer the room I'm sharing with Yaoyorozu but we were only given a single bed too."

Momo intertwined her finger's with Kyoka's. "It'll be okay Y/n. Most rooms have a pull out couch."

Y/n glared at Katsuki, arms crossed against their chest.. "So one bed and a shitty couch."

"Yea, it's not even a pull out couch." He growled under his breath.

Y/n rubbed their face with a sigh. "Damn it. It's-" Y/n paused to check their watch. "It's past curfew so I can't go ask Aizawa."

Katsuki looked between the bed and the couch. "Two options, one of us sleeps on the couch or we share the bed."

"I'll take the couch, I won't make you sleep on that shitty thing." Y/n turned to grab their night clothes when Bakugo grabbed their elbow.

"I'm not going to make you sleep there either." He sighed, letting go of their elbow. "We can share the bed, as long as you don't kick me."

Y/n chuckled. "Only if you don't kick me either." They stuck out their hand shaking Katsuki's in agreement.

"Now, unless you want to grab my elbow like a cliche fanfic again, I'm going to change." They turned on the ball of their foot and headed towards the bathroom. Exchanging their school uniform for a nice pair of night clothes, a mismatched pair of top and bottoms. The correct matches were somewhere but this set had been thrown last minute after Y/n's bag check.

Pulling out a small container and a washcloth, Y/n rubbed their face with the cream to wash their face. After completing their nightly routine they knocked from the inside of the bathroom.

"Katsuki? Are you done changing?" They shouted towards the main room.

A grumbled yes was all they needed before shutting the light off and returning to the room. Catching a gaze of Katsuki they quickly turned their eyes away from his direction.

"I thought you said you were done changing?"

Katsuki turned back to them. "I am."

"Then why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

"I don't sleep with a shirt on."

"Gross." Y/n turned and rummaged through their bag, pulling out a blanket and shaking it out. "I'm tired and have shit to do tomorrow so I'm heading to bed now. Don't be too loud, got it?"

"Tch, dumbass. I don't usually stay up past 8:30. So you better not be the one making too much noise."

Y/n rolled their eyes. "Uh huh." Pulling the decorative pillows off the bed and throwing them onto the couch nearby they laid down on the bed. Katsuki did the same on his side of the bed.

"Katsuki, I swear. If I wake up with your feet in my back we're going to have some serious problems."

Katsuki rolled his eyes and turned off the overhead lamp. "Just go to bed, dumbass."

Y/n shot out of bed, a cold sweat ran down their back as they tried to remember where they were. Searching the room for some sign they paused and took a breath when their gaze fell upon their backpack. A school trip for training exercises. They turned on a nearby lamp to light the way to the bathroom. Hopping out of bed and walking to the bathroom they grabbed a paper cup from the coffee bar and filled the cup. Their watch read 12:12, way too late to talk to someone. They leaned against the wall and slowly sipped their cup of water.

The thin carpet of the main room absorbed the sound of footsteps, so Katsuki peering into the bathroom had taken Y/n by surprise.

"Oh uh, Katsuki. What are you doing awake?"

"You're louder than you think dumbass."

"Oh, sorry." Y/n swirled around the liquid contents of their cup. "I'll probably be awake for a bit. You can head back to bed."

Katsuki looked Y/n in the eyes and shook his head. "You seem shaken up, and I'd feel like an ass if I left you here."

Y/n gave a small smile to Katsuki. "I was just gonna play some Mario Kart on my switch, wanna join me?"

Katsuki grinned. "Hell yea, I'm the king of Mario Kart."

Y/n chuckled. "I'm going to make you eat those words. I've been playing since I was 8 and I'm kind of the best at it."

"Yea right." Katsuki rolled his eyes and began making his way back to the main room.

"Let's make a bet, I win I get to make you do something."

"What's the something?"

"Depends on what I'm feeling when I win."

"Alright. If I win you've got to try spicy curry."

Y/n cringed, handling spicy foods wasn't their strong suit. (a/n: rip y/n, spicy food is tasty)

With a nod, the pair shook hands and sat together on the bed.

A few minutes later, Y/n had connected their nintendo switch to the small hotel TV. Handing Katsuki the red controller, Y/n opened Mario Kart 8 and set up a two player game.

"So Katsuki, who do you main?"

"Bowser."

"Thought so."

"What about you?"

Y/n gestured to the screen in front of them, where their character sat on their vehicle, ready for the game to start.

Katsuki nodded approvingly.

It was the final lap of the last map, the pair were tied head to head for first place. The score was 2:1, Y/n leading. Katsuki was determined to beat them this round. Katsuki ran into an item box, gaining a red shell. With a smirk, he pressed down on the L button and sent the shell flying towards Y/n's character, gaining first place for himself.

He grinned at Y/n. "Good game, loser."

Y/n smiled back. "Not so fast." They pointed to the screen where it displayed both Y/n and Katsuki's characters in 2nd place. Katsuki's frown faltered. "Wait- how?"

"I told you, I'm kind of the best at it." They shrugged, taking the red controller from Katsuki's hands and plugging it into the switch.

"Wait a minute! I want a rematch."

"Tomorrow. It's late and I'm tired again." Y/n yawned, crawling back into the bed next to Katsuki.

Katsuki sneered. "Fine. So who wins?"

"I guess we both do."

"That means you've gotta try some spicy curry." Katsuki's smirk widened.

"Then you're taking me out on a date." Y/n yawned and turned over on their pillow.

"Oi! What do you mean!"

The only response he received was the steady breathing from Y/n.

The next morning Katsuki and Y/n joined the class in the downstairs area of the hotel. Y/n joining their friends and Katsuki joining his.

"Yo! Bakubro!" Kirishima smiled, waving to his friend. He paused when Bakugo got closer. "Are you okay? You look super tired."

Bakugo yawned and waved him off. "Yea yea I'm fine shitty hair. Y/n just kept me up late last night."

Kaminari peered over the edge of his phone with a smile. "Dude what-"

"NO NOT LIKE THAT DUNCE FACE!" Katsuki rubbed his temples. "No, they woke up early for some reason and we played Mario Kart."

Denki nodded. "Sure, sure."

"That's what we did!"

"Whatever you say man."

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【Losing You】

Law x Reader

Content: Ambiguous Reader. Injured Reader. Hurt/Comfort. Blood. Swearing.

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Law’s heart dropped in his chest, seeing (Name) collapse in front of him. His bloodied fingers reached out to them as he called out for his powers. Yet nothing happened, no matter how often‘ room’ or ‘takt’ left his lips. The doctor swayed on his feet as he stumbled over toward his partner.

“(Name),” Law growled as he dropped to his knees; he lightly slapped their face, “Hey, look at me.” Nausea nearly overcame him, seeing the blood on their lips.

“Fuck, hey, stay with me now,” Law barked, shaking them.

“Damn it, stop,” (Name) sputtered, “That hurts.”

“We gotta get you up,” he tugged on their shoulders, “My power is waning.”

(Name) cried out in pain as the movement sent shock waves through their body. As Law continued to try to get them on their feet (Name)’s breath became ragged. Each movement was agony.

Law strained with effort before sinking back to his knees. “Work with me (Name),” he grunted, “I’m wasting stamina.”

“Law,” they croaked, “Leave me, go get help.”

He stiffened before grabbing ahold of them. “I’m not gonna do that,” leaving them alone was too risky.

“Don’t be an idiot,” they groaned, “You'll come back before I die, probably.”

A small gasp escaped Law and his entire demeanor shifted.

“Losing you scares me,” he uttered, voice trembling. Hot tears brimmed his eyes, threatening to spill over. Law clutched his lover in his arms far tighter than he should’ve. Any good doctor should know how tight too tight is, but Law couldn’t care at that moment.

Law carefully cradled their skull in his hands. Their broken body was held against his chest. He swallowed thickly and dared to look at his partner's face.

A small trickle of blood had seeped from the corner of (Name)’s mouth. Their entire body ached, but seeing the pain on Law’s face, (Name)’s heart burned. With a groan, (Name) cupped his cheek. Their thumb stroked his skin.

Great, childish tears cascaded down his cheeks. Law nuzzled (Name)’s palm, seeking comfort in them. “Fawn,” Law whimpered, “Please stay.”

“It’s okay, darling,” (Name) assured him, “I’ll be just fine.” They lied. They knew it; Law knew it.

Every breath was strained. (Name) certainly had a broken ribcage throbbed with each gasp. The taste of blood was seeping on their tongue. The metallic tang made them gag.

“Don’t speak,” Law’s voice was barely above a whisper, his tone thick with grief, “Save your strength, Fawn.”

Law squinted as blood seeped into his eye. His blurred vision only made him more vulnerable.

Law rested (Name) down in the grass as tenderly as he could. At their pained whine, Law grit his teeth. He fished around into his pockets for his baby transponder snail.

His throat burned as he tried to call for help. The words barely made it passed his lips.

“Boss?” Ikkaku’s voice rang out from the tiny snail, “Boss, can you hear me? Where are you?” The little snail morphed into her features.

“We need help,” Law grunted, “(Name)’s hurt, and I can't conjure my power.” His stamina waning, exhaustion setting into his bones.

“Shit, boss, where are you?” Ikkaku began to sound frantic. The sound of his other crewmates could be heard panicking in the background.

“Please,” Law’s voice wavered. He glanced down at his lover in the grass. “We’re in a clearing,” he said, looking at his surroundings.

“Don’t worry, Captain,” the sound of Jean Bart’s voice came from the baby transponder snail, “I’ve got your card. We’re on our way.”

Law returned the communicator back into his pocket.

“Fawn?” he asked softly, terrified they wouldn’t answer. His eyes fixed squarely on their chest, and he diligently watched it move.

“I’m still with you,” they replied, trying to smile at him.

Law let out a heavy sigh of relief. “The crew’s coming,” he said, “But we can’t stay put out here.” He stood, stumbling from the surprising amount of pain shooting through him. Law wrinkled his nose at the pain in his foot and ankle.

Calcaneus and metatarsal are probably broken.

Law’s stomach churned as he walked away from his partner. Every limping step away from them was a moment of uncertainty. He counted his paces till he found a more secluded spot on the tree line. At forty-three paces, Law found a decent-looking site to wait.

The old willow tree was almost serene. Perhaps it was the oncoming concussion that made him think that.

When Law returned to (Name), his hand met their wrist, feeling for a pulse. He let out a long breath. “I’m going to move you,” Law said, tapping their cheek.

He winced, at the sound of their yelp, when he lifted them. “Sorry,” he grunted. His exhausted muscles strained under the weight of their ragdoll body. It was embarrassing; on a typical day, he could toss (Name) around so easily, but in his, fatigue Law could barely hold himself up. He could only imagine how pathetic he looked.

Law rested (Name) on the ground before situating himself at the willow tree's trunk. He choked out an apology when he manhandled (Name) next to him. He rested their head on his lap and took their bruised wrist in his hand. His tattooed fingers were fixed against their pulse.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, Fawn,” Law said in a broken voice. Tears burned his eyes at the sound of (Name)’s raspy tone.

“Not your fault,” they replied, “I didn’t protect you either.” Their eyelids felt so heavy. Keeping them open was almost too much of a chore.

“We protect each other,” Law hummed, recalling the first time (Name) had ever said that to him. That felt like eons ago. Law rested his head against the rough bark.

The quiet of the forest was disrupted by the crunching of boots. At the sound, Law jerked upright, and his trembling hands grabbed the hilt of his sword. If someone wished to harm them, Law would fight till his final breath.

The sight of his crewmates flooded Law with relief. He slumped back against the tree, his eyes feeling heavy.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Ikkaku cursed up and down, rushing over to her captain, “Hakugan! They’re in terrible shape.”

“You came,” (Name) groaned as their crewmate hovered over them.

“Course we came, dummy,” Ikkaku replied, checking (Name) for injuries. She looked up at her captain for more information.

“Broken ribs, bruising, gashes, probably internal damage,” Law grunted, reluctantly letting go of his lover when Jean Bart scooped (Name) up into his arms.

“I’m sorry we took so long, Captain,” Bepo wailed, helping Law to his feet. The fretting bear supported Law as the captain limped after Jean Bart.

“You’re here now,” Law grunted, “I need to get (Name) back to the Polar Tang.”

“Don’t worry, Boss,” Ikkaku tried to soothe her captain, “We’ll take care of them.” She flashed a thumbs-up at him.

Hakugan wordlessly patted Law’s shoulder before hovering over Jean Bart’s side at his injured friend.

Law rubbed his face with his free hand. “I can’t lose them,” Law wiped his remaining tears from his face, “I just can’t.”

“We’ll fix (Name) right up,” Bepo reassured Law. It was hard for the bear to see his captain so distraught. Those dark yellow eyes stained with blood and grief were almost unnatural.

~~~

The cool sterile nature of Polar Tang was calming as Law sat beside (Name)’s bed. His bandaged fingers held (Name)’s hand. Feeling them squeezing his hand was almost euphoric. Seeing their face scrunched in discomfort was so reassuring.

“Be still,” Law commanded, his voice rumbling deep from his chest. His gaze flicked to Sachi, who carefully removed (Name)’s dirty bandages. A wry smile found its way to his face.

“Can’t you be gentler with me?” (Name) whined in discomfort. Their whole body ached with each movement.

“This is what happens when you put yourself in danger,” Law smirked, glad they were well enough to complain. The doe-eyed expression he was met with nearly made Law’s heart melt.

“I’ll always be in harm's way to protect you,” (Name) murmured lovingly, pulling his hand close to them and kissing his knuckles.

“Fool Hearted Fawn,” Law hummed, blushing, “Thank you.”

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[embodyingchaos]

Hello again!!!can I do an ask for the episode when sebastion throws the slushie in blaines face and the reader just attacks him? (Sebastion deserved a beating for that ong) or could you write about when coach bieste first showed up and when everyone was avoiding her the reader does their best to talk to her(bieste also deserved better, shue and sue were jerks)??? THANK YOU

❥ hiii! so glad to see you on my asks again! i shall write the first option! i apologise that this is late and short and the ending is so abrupt 〒▽〒

definitely deserved pairing: glee x gn!reader genre: platonic, angst warnings: light violence, light assault, sebastian being an ASSHOLE, not rlly a character x reader word count: 1.5k

walking through the library on a monday morning was the usual routine for y/n, rummaging through books for research and song ideas. just as they took a book off a shelf, they were jump-scared by the face of a beaming rachel berry.

“holy shit, rachel. you can’t just do that to a person.” y/n scolded, placing a hand above their chest, trying to calm down their rapidly beating heart. “sorry, was wondering what you were up to. needed something to get my mind off… something.” rachel said suspiciously, looking like there was something heavy on her mind as she walked around the bookcase towards them. y/n noticed the tension but decided not to pry. “i’m just looking through some things.” the two of them made their way to the seating area, joining quinn and tina who were having a conversation.

“hey, guys.” y/n greeted, taking a seat beside the blonde. the two only smiled and waved.

y/n went through their books as the other three had their conversation before blaine came strutting into the library, singing a michael jackson classic, ‘wanna be startin’ somethin’’ alongside kurt, mercedes, santana and brittany. the four joined immediately, used to this at this point.

they all regrouped at the choir room soon enough and discussed about the first michael jackson number they’d do for the weak, planning out costumes based on some of mj’s iconic outfits.

after the rehearsal, a small part of the glee club met up after school the next day. “okay, favourite michael jackson memory. go!” blaine tells them and they all smiled. “when i was one, my mom showed me a vhs tape of his motown special, and when he did the moonwalk across the stage for the first time in history, i uttered my first words - ‘hot damn.’.” y/n grinned at the thought of a baby artie saying those words, finding it totally believable.

“i owe the king of pop a deep debt of gratitude. he’s the first one to pull off the sequined military jacket long before one kurt hummel made it iconic.” kurt boasted, “i have to be honest. i never really got him.” rachel’s words immediately caused everyone’s faces to morph into disbelief. “no way.” “and we are no longer on speaking terms.” y/n and artie share a look.

rachel quickly defends herself, saying she believed he is an amazing performer but she never really got what he was about. though these reasons did not calm them down, y/n could understand where she was coming from.

“okay, but just since you guys are so jazzed about him, i think it’s a good idea for regionals-” “that might not be the best idea.” a new voice entered the discussion and it was a voice they all dreaded. “hey, blaine. hello, everyone else.” sebastian smythe, a member of the dalton academy warblers and basically kurt’s arch nemesis. “does he live here or something? seriously, you are always here.” kurt asked incredulously, flabbergasted at the fact he showed up out of nowhere. y/n snorted before taking a sip of their drink.

artie ignored the two of them, “why don’t you think that’s a good idea?” “because we’re doing mj for regionals.” at sebastian’s words, y/n sighed into their cup before sinking further into the leather armchair they were on. “you see, warblers drew first position, so as soon as i heard what your plan was, i changed our set list accordingly.” he explained with a smug expression on his face, y/n really wanted to punch him.

“i’m sorry, how did you hear?” rachel asked, fully upset. “blaine told me this morning.” y/n’s head turned to look at blaine who only rolled his eyes at the boy, “i just called for a tip on how to get red wine out of my blazer piping, and he would not stop going on about it.” at this point, the whole group was staring at him with an accusing look.

blaine avoids their gazes, “i may have mentioned it.” “how often do you talk?” kurt’s question makes sebastian fake chuckle. “oh my god! hey, kurt! i didn’t recognise you. you are wearing boy clothes for once!” santana had enough after that. “alright, twink, i think it’s time that i show you a little lima heights hospitality.” this made y/n throw their head back against the chair in exasperation, “unless you want to join your relatives in prison, that’s probably not the best idea.” sebastian’s comeback only makes them feel worst. y/n tuned him out as he talked even more, wanting nothing more but for him to leave and go away.

when he did, they sighed. “thank god. i thought he’d never shut up and leave. he’s like those never-ending interactive voice responses you get on automated telephone systems. he never shuts up.” y/n groaned, sitting up straight again. “we need to do something about michael.” kurt announced and they all nodded, agreeing to discuss what to do the next day.

the next day came faster than it could. everyone piled into the choir room and were complaining about the whole incident when puck suddenly spoke up about his suspicions over how blaine was still somehow a warbler. “come on, blaine’s with us. he’d never intentionally hurt our chances at winning regionals.” y/n defended, walking into the room with their sling bag, taking a seat beside blaine. 

blaine gives them a grateful smile, “either way, he’s on notice as far as i’m concerned.” “we should all be on notice.” finn interrupted his best friend, trying to reason with them. “i mean, next to vocal adrenaline, the warblers are the best glee club in the state and for a lot of us, this is our last shot at a championship, so we should stop complaining about the warblers and figure out how to beat them.” finn told everyone, being the voice of reason as usual.

“i couldn’t have said it better myself, finn.” mr. schue commented, walking into the room. “i’m less worried about our set list right now, and more interested in getting us in the right mind-set to crush those guys. which is why our lesson for the week is…” with a marker, he wrote down on the whiteboard ‘wwmjd’. “what would michael jackson do?” “he’d fight back. he’d say regionals is ours. mj is ours, and if they want it, they can pry it from our sequin-gloved hand.” y/n grinned at finn and nodded along, “mhm. straight up. in 1983, mtv said they wouldn’t air his ‘billie jean’ video, what’d he do? he fought back, they aired it and the thriller album sold an additional ten million copies.” artie added and y/n only stared at him, “you’re like a michael jackson encyclopaedia.” they commented quietly, the boy held a hand to his chest. “why, thank you.” he gratefully said.

blaine smirked, “i know what michael would do. i think he would take it to the streets.” at his words, the whole room filled with excited mutters. y/n kept quiet, though. they couldn’t help but feel like something was going to go wrong with this, terribly wrong.

after the glee club dispersed, they tried to chase blaine down before he got too far away. “blaine, are you sure this is a good idea?” they asked as the two of them walked to the entrance of the school. “i’m sure it’ll be all good. we’ll show them that they’re gonna regret taking michael from us, and then we’re going to get him back.” the former warbler said excitedly before heading out the door. “god, i hope so.” y/n whispered to themselves, clutching their bag tightly.

the day of the showdown arrives quicker than they expected. they’d all agreed to wear matching leather jackets, after kurt’s persistent determination, to have some unity. it was the new directions against the warblers after all.

at the sound of santana’s snap, the rest of the group came out and they started their jackson-off. truth be told, having a dance and sing-off in an empty parking lot was a very 60s thing to do but y/n had no complaints. their only complaint was that the more the song progressed and the closer they got to the ending, they’d seen one of the warblers grab a paper bag.

y/n’s eyes widened when they realise that sebastian was going to slushee kurt. “kurt!” they yelled but blaine had thrown himself in front of the boy, getting the liquid assault instead.

blaine yelled out in agony at the impact, falling to the ground as he pressed his palms against his eyes. everyone froze but y/n couldn’t handle it anymore. “you fucking asshole!” they clenched their fist tightly and laid a hard punch against sebastian’s face, making him stumble back towards his group members. “y/n.” finn warned them, placing a hand on their shoulder to calm them down so they don’t rip their rival into shreds.

the warblers soon fled the scene with guilty looks on their faces as they helped sebastian stabilise himself and walked off. the new directions could see that his lip was bruised and his cheek was swollen when he passed by. it was easy for any of them to say, he’s definitely deserved that punch in a while.

[https-yuqiivdol]

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉..?

𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓚𝓲𝓭𝓼 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 (Rewriting!)

(Member x Member) (0t8 x reader)

Plot: You're just like the others, going to your basic university, and of course, you go to university with the popular models, stray kids, but even then, you have a strange feeling about them and avoid them like a virus. Your suspicions would never be confirmed true. Until one day, life takes a particular path...

Warning: poly skz, mentions of blood, gore, monsters, cursing, mention of dying, actual death(not of major deaths), and childhood trauma (yay!)

Authors note: This story is only for fun. In this story, the boys from skz or y/n might seem ignorant, distrustful, or straight-up rude, so please be patient !! I want to show how skz(0t8) and y/n develop and grow as the story progresses !! Thank you for your time... Now, shall we begin ?

▶ • ılıılıılılılılılı. 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: 𝓜𝔂 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓖𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓹...

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮: 𝓐𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓮..?

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝔀𝓸: "𝓦𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮"..!

All are under rewriting !! Please be patient. More will be added soon !! Until then, please reblog and comment to boost my writing to more people :D

also, these writings in no way are how I view stray kids or anyone of the matter. Stray kids are their own, and you obviously belong to you.

Have a nice day! ❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)

[emmaloo21butwriting]

Can He Save Them

@gay-dorito-dust for supporting the idea :) I was the anon, I don’t know why it went anon that was not on purpose @sweetheartlizzie07 because they said they wanted to read it, and btw it was inspired by Andrew Garfield y’know

warnings because it is a handful; Crying, Kidnapping, Screaming, Panic Attacks, Death, Acid, Denial, and tell me if you find more please

also, if you find a section that says she/her pronouns, tell me. That’s how I’m used to writing but I’m trying to switch to they/them. But I do still use girlfriend in this fic, I don’t like using partner because it seems kind of weird to me, any suggestions and I’ll change it

Also, it’s an angst fic

”My girlfriend has been kidnapped,” Billy said to Rosa, “Why would I not freak out?! How could someone know I’m Shazam! What did I do wrong?!”

“Billy, calm down,” Rosa hugged him, he was crying, then then the news channel sent out an emergency video to be watched.

Everyone turned to see it.

“Hey, Shazam,” a man in a black mask said, staring at the screen in front of him.

“I hope you’re seeing this, because, I’m not doing it again. But your poor dearest Y/n is with me and, I’m assuming you want them back, yes?” He chuckled, “Either, you give me your powers, or they die, or both! It is your choice, I know you love them, and how easily I could snap their little neck would hurt, would it not?” Then it switched back to the news.

Billy was having a panic attack on the floor, Rosa was in front of him, he was sobbing, he could not breathe, his whole body trembling.

“Billy, Breathe.” Rosa said, “I know people hate getting told that, but please try.”

He did, he really did.

“You go save your girlfriend, okay? But the others are not home, so it’s just you.”

“I..” He leaned into his mothers embrace, unable to bare his hurt.

•••

Shazam saw Y/n, tied up, upside down, about to fall into a pool of acid.

“Hey, where’s the staff?” The guy asked, his voice way squeaker than before.

“You sound so menacing,” Shazam chuckled.

“That’s what they said to!” He whined, “Now, where is the staff?”

“You don’t have it?” Shazam stared at him.

“No, I don’t, which means,” he pulled a lever and Y/n fell in, Shazam screamed.

“And to know it’s all your fault,” he grinned, disappearing with a snap.

Shazam stared into the bucket of acid, they were in there, he flew up, pulled the rope that held them, tying it up so they hung up, he untied them, holding their body.

He then flew away from the acid, down to a pond at a park and placed them in, acid going everywhere, they was dead, he was sobbing.

“No, that’s not fair!” He cried, “Y/n! Y/n!”

The commotion was heard and people went over, Victor stared at Y/n and Shazam.

Freddy went over, staring.

•••

Billy had shut everyone out of his life, he would no longer go on missions, anything, he just hated the thought.

He killed his girlfriend, his love, the person he could always rely on. The person he adored, he trusted.

Their funeral was today, he was crying and sobbing, but their body was not found in the casket, their mother screamed.

Billy had gone silent, his crying stopped, he said nothing, the ring he had in his pocket. The one he was going to propose to them with today if they still had been able to go on that date.

It was a mystery, no one understood. Billy had never been more freaked out, where were they?

•••

Billy was crying in his room, when the door rang to the house. He just so happened to be the only one home. He went downstairs and answered it.

“Hello, honey.” Y/n’s mother smiled, “I’ve got something to tell you…”

[naquey]

Hey! I noticed your pinned post is that you're taking Nanbaka requests. I hope I'm not too late to find you! If I am, I apologize for the bother.

But I was wondering if you could do an Enki x Reader? Idc what you do with it. There's nothing on him so I'd be happy with anything.

As for Y/n. Can they be referred to as They/Them? I'm pretty sure you said you'd do that in your pinned post? But I'm not fully sure though-

If you do this, I thank you profusely! If you don't, that's perfectly okay. I'll fully understand!

As an Enki fan I do think that there is surprisingly very little about him. I mean, he's an absolute giant! You are right that I do they/them readers as well, and this ask wasn't a bother, i'll admit I had fun writing this and I'm sorry it took so long. And I'm sorry its so short!

Enki was their superior, or at least was their superior back in another prison. A different prison than Nanba.

Y/n didn't exactly take care of themselves well to the concern and worry of the giant monkey man. So, that's how he started to become friends with them. It wasn't the only reason, of course. They were kind and passionate, and he liked helping them garden when he could.

Currently he was seat at a table out in the garden of their home. Enki's hands engulfed the tea cup he was drinking out of, his body was larger than the chair he was sitting. Y/n had forgotten all about the cookies they had made in anticipation for Enki's visit. He was going to work at Nanba now, following where his younger brother and an inmate were going. It was weird, but they weren't going to question it.

"I am so sorry!" Y/n laughed awkwardly, bringing out a tray of chocolate chip cookies.

"No, you don't need to apologize."

"I completely forget to take these out before you got here, I made them for you!"

Enki was silent, looking down at the tea cup in his hand. His face slightly flushed.

"I didn't actually know what type of cookies you liked, so I went with plain chocolate chip you know." Y/n shrugged, sitting down and pouring themselves a cup of tea finally.

"Thank you..."

No one really showed Enki this type of generosity or kindness, mostly because he had lived up on a mountain for a while. Most people usually feared him because of his height and his family name, but it was a breath of fresh air for someone to look at him like another person.

"You know, I'm going to miss you."

"There is always visitation hours." Enki took a sip from the very small tea cup, well, instead of a sip he drank the whole thing in one go.

Y/n was silent, staring into their teacup.

"There is another option."

"I'm not going to work in a prison that I don't even know the location of. I don't even think I could visit if I don't know where it is."

Enki was silent this time. Looking out at all the flowers.

"What is your favorite type of flower?" He was changing the topic.

"Oh, well... I don't... Lillies?"

"I think you're pretty like lillies."

"Wait, what?"

"What?"

"Enki!"

[lowkeyrobin]

HII so I was reading your who you write for and saw you write for Charlie Bushnell, so I was wondering if I could get like reader and Charlie at like the an interview???

Thank you -🍄

hell yeah of course 🙏🙏 ; thank you 🍄anon, hope you enjoy 🫶🫶 ; i dunno how but this got a little off topic?? I apologize

CHARLIE BUSHNELL ; the interview

summary ; youre a journalist, he's an actor

warnings ; language, little cringe kissing scene (totally sfw dw)

disclaimers ; I said "scandalous ankles" because back in the olden days ankles and showing any skin was considered scandalous, for anyone who didn't know. reader is described to be not into fitness stuff, also don't mind me not knowing shit about fitness/weightlifting

word count ; 883

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"Hi, welc-hum inside." You smile, waving to Charlie as he enters the room. You then cringe at yourself in embarrassment. "Sorry, hi, welcome." You awkwardly chuckle, "I apologize, my words are all tangled today"

"You're good" He waves, a comforting smile on his face. He wears a black t-shirt with a logo in the corner and design on the back, paired with some jorts and sneakers like he just came from the gym. You didn't mind though, you urged your guests to come comfortable over casual.

Video interviews that weren't in front of a live crowd were the best for both of you, thank God. Meeting this Godsend of a man nearly gave you a heart attack. Just looking at his gorgeous eyes and his perfect features, nothing was wrong with him whatsoever. He was genuinely a 10/10.

He sits down in the guest chair across from yours, watching you sift through a desk a few feet away, looking for something. Your dress pants rise at the ankles every time you make a step, revealing more of your scandalous ankles, covered by socks.

You finally sit down, apologizing for taking so long to find your notebook where you held a few questions and conversation starters. The cameras begin rolling, and you introduce yourself and Charlie as per usual.

"So, what's it like being on set, with all the cameras, lights, props, and green screens? What are the action scenes like?"

Charlie lightly smiles as he gives you an answer, using his hands to talk a little bit. He seemed a little tense and nervous, but you didn't point it out or blame him, it took you years to be fully comfortable where you sat.

"What even are you? Cause like, you're an interviewer but also a journalist, what do you prefer being called?" The curly haired boy asks you.

You shrug, "Journalist, I guess. Interviewer could be put like, inside the circle of journalism, I'd say. I'm a journalist before I'm an interviewer"

He nods, giving you a gorgeous smile that you had to quickly look away for. You discreetly hide your flushed face, looking down at your notebook.

You write down some memorable quotes as you sit and chat with him, bringing up some interesting conversation and learning more about being on set and the production behind media.

After the cameras are off, you thank him and invite him to stay for some aftertalk and lunch. You came in with a large bowl of taco salad you needed to finish before it went bad and were offering it to anyone who wanted it. He accepts the offer, staying back in the break room with you to eat some of that salad you'd brought in. In his words, it was very much better than whatever fast food he was going to go get before returning home.

Your conversation quickly turns into one regarding music and working out, although you weren't too into fitness, the occasional jog here and there keeping you healthy, apparently.

You both stand up, setting your bowls and forks in the dishwasher to get them cleaned. You stand against the counter as he leans his hand against it a couple feet away.

He pulls up his t-shirt sleeve, flexing his arm to show off his muscles. He's trying to impress you, mostly, but you had asked how frequently he worked out. Not his fault.

"Usually lift about 145"

You nod, paying more attention to his face than his muscles. Not exactly your question, but you'd take it.

"You okay?" He asks, seeing you zoned out staring at him.

"Yeah, sorry-"

"Am I that handsome to you?" He asks, lightly teasing you.

"Wh- I mean, hey now-"

He lightly giggles, stepping forward a bit.

You stare into his brown eyes, colored like a dark chocolate mocha. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, seeing your eyes almost glimmer as they stare into his.

He's just a guy, you're an interviewer, a journalist. This is weird, isn't it? Is it not?

"May I?..." He whispers, looking down at your lips, then up at your eyes.

Triangle Theory.

You nod, a soft smile painting your face.

He quickly embraces your lips with his, hands resting on your waist. You melt into his kiss, your bodies tied together. He picks you up, hands resting behind your thighs, placing you on the counter.

You quickly pull away, hands on his shoulders as he stands between your legs. "Okay, what the fuck? Do that again"

He smiles, looking up at you. His arms are now loosely wrapped around your hips and waist area, his curls falling into place like dominoes.

"You're an interesting one"

"Says you, actor guy"

"Don't try and play me at my own game"

You open your mouth to speak, but shut yourself up, seeing the smug look on his face.

He holds your left hand in his right, a slight panic running through both of your heads as he rubs your knuckles with his thumb.

You speak up now, finding your stomach filled with butterflies.

"You make me want to grab a dictionary and manually find the words I'm looking for to describe you and how attractive that was."

He lightly laughs, kissing your hand.

"Whatever you say, journalist"

[theauthor2103]

Thanks so very much to @nbdummy for breaking my heart and activating my attachment problems after the latest wonderful chapter on Adaptions. And before anyone cancels me yes I got permission from them to write a fanfic based off adaptions. And yes, yes I am indeed a loser 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 Yeah, I think y’all already know what’s up with this oneshot. Cmon let’s all gather up and cry together cuz I’m we were ALL sobbing after this chapter

Ever since Alcina woke up things had been rocky between the two of you. She refused to speak to you, let alone see you. Alcina spent most of her time away from you and with Daniela watching over her. She was so angry with you that she couldn’t even spare you a glance. It hurt. To say it hurt was an understatement, it felt sick.

You tried seeking her out in the beginning, but it seemed to push her away and further upset her. Alcina was absolutely livid with you after what happened with Daniela and Cassandra. The brunette’s cheek had finally healed and Daniela was well on her way to healing, but it didn’t change how Alcina felt towards you.

It hurt that she blamed you for what happened to the girls, hurt that she couldn’t talk with you, hurt that she was taking it all out on you, hurt that she refused to even see you. Maria was kind enough to let you stay in her room, even though you had both shared it at one point. She was always a great comfort to you, but she spent a lot of time with Daniela during the day and you weren’t able to spend time with her given that Alcina was also with Daniela. Even Petr remained with Cass and Daniela, and Ophelia was busy in the kitchen. There wasn’t anyone you could go to to seek comfort.

It got to a point where you started blaming yourself, stopped eating and showering, and shut yourself up in the workshop. You would spend the entire day in the worship crying your eyes out and screaming for hours at a time. Sometimes Ophelia would send one of the cooks to bring you a plate of food, but you usually fed the food to the animals and took only a little. No one bothered you in the workshop and it felt so incredibly lonely being by yourself. It was almost a form of punishment to lock yourself up in the workshop, although you didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore. Alcina was too upset to look at you and blamed you for your Daniela’s near death.

And you did too. Everyone told you it wasn’t your fault, that you were only trying to protect your beloved fiancé, that if it weren’t for you, Alcina would likely be dead. Even so, it was your fault for what happened to Daniela. You didn’t want it to be true but you couldn’t put that blame on anyone else. If you had just trusted Alcina to fight off those creatures and protect the daughters, Daniela wouldn’t be a pile of flies. The look on Alcina’s face, a mixture of betrayal and rage when she found out what happened to Daniela haunted you. You’d never be able to get that look out of your mind.

You didn’t feel welcomed in the castle anymore, it no longer felt like a home to you. It felt more like a prison to you, like nobody wanted you there, not even Maria. You wondered if she blamed you for Daniela too….

The only comfort you had was the plants. You moved a few of them from the greenhouse into the workshop with the help of Therese. The girl was nice enough to lend a hand. You spent a little time in the greenhouse under the UV lights, but just enough to stay energized. You needed answers. What were those things? Those creatures that attacked the castle that night. What the hell were they? And where did they come from?

The tree branch you found had flourished ten times over. You kept it hidden from sight in the workshop where no one would find it. You figured it was safer to keep it out of the castle and away from all the others in a place where you could watch it. It was unlike any plant you had ever seen in your life, and you wondered how the moldy moss was able to grow from a tree branch. If you focused hard enough and concentrated on it, you could see glimpses into the plant’s insides. Visions would appear before you but not enough to know what you were seeing. Sometimes you would hear an all too familiar voice from somewhere far away and as soon as you’d get close to the truth, it would vanish. You’d pass out, unable to fight the nausea the plant emitted and feel overwhelmed with sickness.

You became obsessed with the plant and now decided to spend all your time in the workshop. You moved a UV light from the greenhouse and kept it above the plant. The light helped you fight the sickness and you found you were able to stay awake and concentrate on the feeling the plant gave off better. You grabbed a few blankets from your room, a pillow, and stocked up on firewood to keep the workshop as warm as you possibly could. You made a bed out of straw and animal hides close to the fire and spent the nights in the workshop.

The UV light gave you enough energy to feel fed, although you couldn’t remember the last time you had a proper meal. You didn’t know how long it had been since you showered or how many nights you spent in the workshop…. When was the last time someone came out to visit you?

None of it mattered. You needed answers from the plant and needed to know what those creatures were. Daniela had almost died, along with Alcina and Cassandra, and that was entirely your fault. You couldn’t explain how you knew it, but you knew you were connected to it somehow. You knew you were responsible for what happened the night the castle was attacked. It was safer for everyone else if you kept yourself locked in the workshop and away from everyone else. You didn’t want to get anyone else almost killed.

Ophelia, Petr, Maria, and even your mother tried to talk to you and pleaded with you to come out. “You didn’t do anything wrong, YN! None of this is your fault!” “Kid, you need to eat something! Please, you must be starved!” “You can’t blame yourself for what happened.” “Please, come out and see us! Everyone misses you, even Alcina’s been asking about you!” They would all say.

“I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!” you screamed. The plants around you shook in your rage, one of them tumbling out of their pot and falling to the ground.

“YN….”

“I SAID LEAVE!” After a few minutes, you heard footsteps walking away and soon you couldn’t hear their voices anymore. You wiped your tears away and smashed your fists on the desk. “I don’t need help. I need answers!” Your hands were shaking with rage and fury as you redirected your attention to the plant that sat in front of you. “Show me,” you said to it. The plant seemed to glow and again, a familiar wave of nausea came over you.

Sweat trickled down the side of your face and you wiped your forehead taking a deep breath. “Come on,” you growled. It felt like your stomach was doing backflips, your whole body was shaking, and you continued to fight through the sickness. “Show me!” The plant opened up slightly, a little white orb inside of it. Black spots appeared before your vision and you shook your head trying to stay as focused as you possibly could. You fought with all your might to stay awake and not throw up. Something wet and warm trickled down your nose but you paid no mind to it and continued fighting the plant.

You could hear your heart beating in your ears like a drum, your vision was blurry, blood was pouring out of your nose, and your whole body was shaking like mad. You heard something tapping on the door but focused your attention to the plant. “Come on!” The world was spinning around you, you felt dizzy, your body felt like it had just been in a car crash, and just as the door opened up, you crashed to the ground.

“YN!” Alcina shouted as your body began to convulse on the ground. She raced over to you and moved you away from the table, protecting your head from hitting anything as your body seized on the ground. She had finally decided that it was time for you both to talk and asked Maria where you were. When she told her that you had locked yourself in the workshop for days refusing any meals and screamed at your friends and mother to stay away from you, she became worried. Daniela was almost fully healed and it helped to ease her mind and allowed Alcina to think. The redhead could speak again, although not very well as her face was still forming. Alcina knew she had to see you, she missed you and needed your comfort. It wasn’t fair to keep you shut out and treat you like this. She loved you and she knew she was wrong for blaming you. When Alcina had learned about how you were fairing, she quickly became concerned. But she did not imagine things to be this bad.

Once you stopped seizing, Alcina scooped your body up in her arms, taking note of the strange plant on your workbench, and raced back to the castle. “Oh shit, what happened!?” “Are they okay?” “Why are they passed out?” Your friends asked Alcina as she swept passed them and headed for the greenhouse. She laid you down on a lawn chair underneath the UV lights, now able to see you better.

You looked sickeningly thin and pale, almost like a ghost. The familiar brown spots on your skin were visible, your hair was a mess, your eyes were glazed over, you were sweaty and shaking, blood poured out of both nostrils, and you looked so sick. Alcina felt her heart break and placed a hand over her mouth as tears came to her eyes. How could she have treated you so terribly!? How could she have abandoned you and hurt you like this? “Oh, darling,” Alcina whispered, wiping your nose and cleaning up the blood with a handkerchief.

Bela and Cassandra came in with Maria, Petr brought a bucket of warm, soapy water, and Ophelia had made a hearty plate of all your favorite foods. Your mother had already laid down for the night and Alcina felt it was best if she didn’t see you like this, especially since she hadn’t even met her yet. “What happened?” Bela asked as they all peered down at your sickening form. You looked so unhealthy and unwell that it scared everyone.

Alcina explained what had happened in the workshop, how you had seized and bled from your nose. She took a towel from Petr and wet it in the bucket before cleaning dirt and blood off your face. “They had a seizure?” Ophelia asked, brows raised in concern.

“How did that even happen?” Cassandra asked.

“It’s that damned plant they took with them to the workshop!” Maria said angrily. “They wanted to study it more and it must’ve caused this,” she gestured to the brown spots on your body.

“But why would they do this?” Cass asked.

“I don’t know. They said they wanted answers from the plant, but they wouldn’t say anything more,” Maria explained.

“I don’t understand what answers they could possibly expect to find,” Alcina said angrily. “How could they even believe they would be able to understand that strange plant?”

“I don’t know, but they said they’ve seen… visions,” Maria said.

“Visions?”

“Yeah, it’s true. Right before YN decided to start sleeping in the workshop, they said they were starting to understand that weird plant in the greenhouse, said it was showing them something.”

“I never should have let them out of my sights,” Ophelia sighed. An uncomfortable silence stretched on for a few minutes.

“So, what exactly have they seen?” Cassandra asked, breaking the silence.

“They didn’t say,” Maria responded.

“We can ask them once they wake up,” Bela said.

“Yeah, but it might be days before they wake up. Remember how long it took when they got sick last time?” Cassandra said, folding her arms across her chest.

“Yeah, but this time they have the lights to help. It shouldn’t be too long before they wake,” Maria replied.

Alcina finished wiping your now clean face and held your hands. Your friends say with you for the next couple hours chatting among themselves and trying to figure out what had occurred. Cassandra and Bela helped Daniela down to the greenhouse and settled her in a recliner next you. One of her flies flew over to you and rested on your chest comfortably.

After a couple of hours, you grimaced and clutched your stomach, turning on your side. “Darling? Are you awake?” Alcina asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. The world was spinning madly and your stomach felt like it was inside out. You fell out of the chair and felt yourself getting sick. Your body shook and sweat trickled down your body as you threw up. “YN! Are you alright?” someone asked.

“Grab a bucket or something,” another person said. You could feel someone’s hands on your back rubbing you softly as you continued pouring your stomach out. “What is that stuff?” You opened your eyes and sniffed, wiping your tears on your shirt. Whatever you were throwing up looked black and gross, like a mossy gel. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you shook on the floor trying to piece together everything that had happened.

The familiar lawn chairs and plants were around you so you knew you must be in the greenhouse, although you don’t remember ever leaving the workshop. “Are they done?” you heard Cass ask.

“I don’t know,” Bela said.

“Sweetheart?” Alcina’s voice asked. You felt a cold sensation sweep over your body and went numb. “YN? I need you to look at me,” she said. You couldn’t. You could not look at her face, did not want to see it. The last time you looked at her still haunted you, the image of betrayal and rage painted on her face. You could not bring yourself to look at her and instead sank further on the ground, too afraid to face Alcina.

“Hey kid, come on,” Ophelia said, moving the lawn chair out of the way and coming to your side. “Look at me,” she said, helping you to sit up and catch your bearings. As soon as you sat up, a pounding, head splitting headache overcame you. “Woah, easy there,” Ophelia said. You grabbed your head and felt blood leaking down your nostril as images of something white flashed before your eyes. “Oh! Ahhhhh!” Alcina caught you as you fell back and held you on her lap.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body began to shake violently. “Oh, shit! YN!”

“What do we do?”

“Are they okay?”

“Do they look okay!?”

Your body twitched and convulsed against Alcina, blood flowing down from your nose and onto your shirt. After a few moments, you went limp and still once again. Everyone waited anxiously to see what would happen next, a thick layer of hopelessness sinking over all of them. Your eyes were closed now and your arms were spread out bald eagle style on the floor as Alcina continued holding you.

“My love… what’s happening to you?” Alcina asked.

😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛

So there ya have it, just one of the many daydreams/theories I have about what may or may not (and probably won’t) happen in the next chapter. May or may not write a part 2 to this, but probably won’t. I have some other angst/ hurt/ comfort ideas to write about this so lemme know if u wanna see more.

Again, this is just a fanfic based of a fanfic written by the amazingly talented @nbdummy to their sequel Adaptions. It’s an awesome story and you should def check it out!

[r4tw1thh4t]

Mission cw: cussing, treating wounds, incorrect use of medical tools, reader is X and uses they/them pronouns. Ghost and X were on a mission together. It was autumn, which meant everything was soggy, wet and muddy. The two of them had just found shelter in an old shed and were now waiting for medic evac, because X had gotten hit badly.

“Fucking hell-”, X huffed as they held their bleeding arm. “I hate this so much-”, X hissed. “Come on, don’t talk so much..”, Ghost said, as he prepared the things for an emergency-on-the-field-surgery. X wasn’t too fond of things like this, as they didn’t trust other people with their own wounds.

“Can you please take your gear off, so I can reach the wound?”, Ghost asked, not even looking up. “No..”, X whispered, almost inaudible and overtuned by the rain falling against the small, half intact window on their left. “What?”, Ghost asked, now looking at X. “I don’t wanna..”, the other one mumbled.

“But you have to”, Ghost replied in a stern voice. “I’d be bad if we keep that bullet inside of you, you know?”

X huffed, already kind of overwhelmed, but then started to slowly take their soaking wet gear off.

“Good job..”, Ghost hummed as X pulled up their sleeve so Ghost could access the wound.

“I’m going to disinfect it now.. it might sting”, Ghost warned, making X flinch away. “No- you can’t do that”, the masked man sighed, “you have to stay still.”

“‘m sorry-”, X sniffled, close to crying, because it all was too much.

“Oh X..”, Ghost sighed as he slowly pulled the other into a hug. “It’s okay to not be fine”, he whispered as he held X in his arms while disinfecting his wound.

X was shaking ever so slightly as the man in the balaclava started to fumble in the shorter soldier's wound with a sterile pair of tweezers. “Doing so well for me..“, Ghost whispered as he planted soft kisses through his mask on X's head. “I’m almost done.”

X had closed their eyes and was gritting their teeth so not one singular sound would escape them. The shaking had picked up quite much as Ghost had finally retrieved the bullet from X's upper arm.

“There we go.. You persevered so well”, Ghost mumbled as he took off his helmet and mask.

Simon planted another few soft kisses on X's head, who's tears were still flowing, not only because of what had happened just now, but also because of the amount of affection he was suddenly receiving.

“You’re okay.. let it out, I’ll be here”, Simon said and started to draw small patterns on X lower back. “You must be cold, huh? Evac won’t be here until tomorrow, so we kinda have to spend the night here..”, the scarred man explained, and pulled out a blanket from his backpack, which he threw over X.

“Are you feeling better..? At least a bit?“, he asked quietly. “Mh-”, X answered, not in the mood to talk at all.

“M’kay.. you should get some sleep, I’ll keep watch”, Simon whispered, planting another kiss on the smaller ones head, as well as on his temple.

X slowly lifted his hand to find the one of the bigger man, which he carefully took. Simon didn’t do anything, signalising that it was okay for X to hold his hand for comfort.

After a while, X fell asleep in Simons arms.

[kltira]

Hiya! May I request mondo and kazuichi with an s/o that is very shy but is also very cuddly and their main love language is touch? I'm sorry if this is too much!! And may I be an 🌺anon? tysm!! <3 <3

┊₊˚{☁️}  “Loving your touch” ₊˚꒦｡

꒦꒷︶꒷ ꔫ Requested by...꒱꒱ @Anon 🌺 ( #cutiekittysender : Anon🌺)

ꔫ Fandom꒱꒱ Danganronpa

ꔫ Genre ꒱꒱ Fluff {100% sfw}

ꔫ Type and pairing꒱꒱ Imagines (x reader) ꔫ Featuring꒱꒱ Mondo, Kazuichi

ꔫ Pronouns꒱꒱ They/Them, GN reader

ꔫ Content Warning(s)꒱꒱ Danganronpa spoilers, pet names, suggestive if you *really* squint

ꔫ Summary꒱꒱ You've been dating your lover for a while, but you still have shy moments. However, you don't hide the fact that you adore their touches and cuddles so much.

ꔫ Author note(s)꒱꒱ Yippeeee!!! I'm writing again! :D I hope you enjoy <33 Super cute request!!!!

Mondo is super overprotective, it's often he would have your hand in his

Of course, this made you blush at the sudden initiation of affection

He would also blush though >:3

He feels so manly when your in contact with him as he feels as he could keep you safe no matter what

Don't worry, he knows you can take care of yourself but he wants to do it for you so you never have to lift a finger

Anyway, he doesn't give a shit and will proudly give you PDA if you enjoy it

If not, it's okay; he would be super cuddly with you in private as well, putting you on his lap and kissing your temple. ୨₊˚‿︵‿꒰🌸꒱‿︵‿˚₊୧ Mondo had his arm wrapped around you on the bench in the park as you licked the ice cream he bought for you. Your relationship being new to the public, many people stared at both of you, especially Mondo, who was an ultimate and a feared one, making it destined to happen. After a bit, you noticed, felt insecure, and got shy. You twiddled your thumbs for a second before tugging on Mondo’s jacket. “Ah, can we proceed to our dorm?” you asked, a blush on your face. The desire to cuddle him remained, but the disapproving glances made you feel as though it was inappropriate. Consequently, you concluded that the best course of action would be to cuddle in the privacy of your dorms. Mondo was a bit confused, but he soon put two and two together and nodded, helping you off the bench by guiding your hand and giving it a small kiss. In your dorm, Mondo hung his coat on the rack before helping you with yours. Mondo, despite looking tough, always treated you with gentleness. Once you two were settled, you embraced him and nuzzled your face against the chest part of his shirt. Soon, he took you to your bed as you got yourself comfortable on top of him. Mondo brushed his fingers through your hair. Moments like these were common between you two, but they were always special and made butterflies flutter in your stomach. “I love ya,” Mondo stated, lifting your chin as he kissed your lips. Bright red ran across your face, a little surprised, but you kissed back, your pupils dilated and just filled with pure joy. “I love you too, handsome,” you replied with a wink before going back to laying on his chest and nuzzling yourself against the biker. As you snuggled closer to Mondo, the warmth of his embrace enveloped you, melting away any lingering insecurities from the public gaze earlier. His heartbeat felt like a soothing rhythm against your cheek, and smelling his cologne mixed with the faint hint of leather from his jacket was comforting. With a contented sigh, you closed your eyes, relishing in the moment's intimacy. Mondo’s hand continued to caress your hair in a tender gesture, his touch conveying a sense of safety and affection that made your heart swell with happiness. Drifting into blissful relaxation, you couldn't help but feel grateful for someone like Mondo. He made every moment special.

You would have to initiate it with him. He’s really all talk and no bark

Meaning, even if he flirts like crazy, touching seems like too big of a step for him to do on his own

….even if you’ve been dating for a while. It gets better, but he would still prefer you to initiate physical contact first.

Blushes like CRAZY and squeals in joy sometimes when you hug him, hold his hand, kiss him

You get a bit nervous from the squealing, thinking you did something wrong at first, but he just leans into your kiss sweetly ୨₊˚‿︵‿꒰🌸꒱‿︵‿˚₊୧ Nervously, your heart fluttered as you stood at entering Kazuichi Souda’s workshop. While you had been dating the Ultimate Mechanic for a while now, his constant flirtations never failed to make you blush, but starting physical contact was always daunting. You skipped over to his workshop where Kazuichi would often be at. You open the door and peeked through, spotting the vibrant yellow jumpsuit he wore while working and his neon pink hair you often would play with. With unwavering concentration, Kazuichi skillfully wielded the wrench to fix the car, blocking out any distractions. You took a few steps inside with a smile on your face as you tapped your boyfriend on the shoulder. Kazuichi gets a bit startled, dropping his wrench before turning around and facing you. “Ahhh, I’m sorry Kazu!!” you blurted, picking up his wrench and handing it back to him. He blushed as his hand placed against yours, retrieving the wrench. “[Y-Y/N], I didn’t hear you come in...” Kazuichi squeaked, a blush following over his face looking at how stunning you were eyeing you up and down; he will never get over that you were his. You stared at him for a moment, curious about his staring, but you didn’t mention it, just giving a small chuckle. After a few moments of you just admiring how hard-working your boyfriend is and just giving him googly eyes, without warning, you just jump into his arms and pulling the mechanic into a tight, loving hug. Kazuichi froze for a second before returning the hug, his arms wrapping around you. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, the warmth of your embrace soothing his nerves. You took his face in yours and kissed his cheek playfully, making a dramatic popping noise before going back to admiring the pink-haired boy. Despite it being a daily occurrence, Kazuichi looked stunned and held you close with a blushing face. “... I uh- Do you? Do you wanna go to the bedroom?” he scratched behind his head, waiting for you to answer him, and answer you did with a soft nod and a smile. Your happiness stemmed from getting your boyfriend to spend some time with you. You were the only one he would drop his work for. You both leave the discarded car parts and half fixed car be as you dragged Kazuichi to your shared bedroom.

[eatingstringcheese]

made with love - katsuki bakugo

in which dinner is served with love by katsuki's beloved

warnings: knives used in cooking, swearing

Y/n stood in the kitchen, one hand curled carefully around the knife, a other keeping the cutting board steady as they quickly cut through the ingredients for tonight's dinner. Spicy curry, a favorite of their husband's. Wiping the stinging tears in their eyes, Y/n made the final slice and tossed the onions into the pot sitting on the stove. After wiping their hands on their apron, they turned the dial on the stove up to medium-high, letting the onions boil.

Katsuki walked through the front door of the small apartment, a large sigh heaved through his chest, after a long day of hero work he was ready to relax with his partner, Y/n. As he walked through the apartment he smiled, smelling the aroma of onions and chicken wafting through the apartment.

The timer rang and Y/n quickly removed the onions from the stove and began the preparations for dinner. Y/n smiled as they heard their husband's feet patting down the hallway.

"Hey, honey, when did you get home?" They asked, tilting their head towards his direction but keeping their eyes on the dinner.

Katsuki walked into the kitchen, "Just a few minutes ago." He wrapped his arms around Y/n's waist and sighed, laying his chin on their shoulder as he surveyed the making of the dinner, taking in the calming and familiar scent of Y/n's favorite soap.

Y/n turned to the side and connected their lips with their husband's, a short but sweet kiss, all the while still full of the emotions the two couldn't convey with words.

Y/n broke the kiss and returned to the dinner, "Katsu baby, how was work?" Their voice was calm and clear, one of Katsuki's favorite things.

He sneered. "Just the same old shitty villains and their shitty antics." He mumbled into his lover's shoulder. His arms tightened around Y/n's waist slightly while going through the events of today. Hero work had never been something to throw off Katsuki's aura, but with Y/n, Katsuki was anxious to protect the love of his life. He'd seen the horrors of families grieving and he hated it. "I missed you a lot today."

Y/n smiled, moving the dinner over to the island to plate it, Katsuki's arms still around their waist. Surveying the plates their eyes gleamed with pride.

"Katsu?"

"Mhm?" Katsuki hummed, his eyes closed and his face relaxed.

"Come on baby, dinner's ready." Y/n slipped from Katsuki's limp grasp to serve themselves a bowl of curry. The bowl was taken from their hands and tossed aside on the counter. As Katsuki took his lover in his arms, Y/n sighed and wrapped their arms around Katsuki,

"Katsuki, the dinner's gonna get cold!" Y/n whined.

"But baby," He whined, mocking Y/n's childish tone and burying his face in their shoulder. "I'm cold!"

Y/n chuckled, their breath hitching when Katsuki hooked his arms under their thighs. "Katsuki!"

Katsuki smirked, picking Y/n up and setting them on the counter. Placing his lips on Y/n's, his hands found their hips as the space between the couple was closed. Y/n smiled into the kiss, their fingers intertwining in his spiky ash-blonde locks.

The two pulled back for a moment, foreheads touching as they caught their breaths.

"I love you." Katsuki muttered under his breath.

Y/n smiled and kissed their husband's nose. "I love you too."

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