#You really should‘ve followed me

[juliiidaniii]

Here‘s me having reached a milestone in transition.

[curlyangelsblog]

✿ Dabi x Reader - Sweet tooth ✿

Warning: none just fluff , gn/reader

> (My first language is not English)

Most of the time Dabi was at your place for obvious reasons. Which also meant you cooked for him. You were a great cook people always complimented you on your cooking and loved when you cooked for them. But for Dabi it was different. Every time you cooked for him he didn’t finish it or started to pick at it. Often you even saw him making weird faces but when you ask if everything’s ok - or if he doesn’t like it it would always be the same response- „no don’t worry doll it’s great just not that hungry“ - or something along those lines. You noticed that he almost never ate his vegetables so you always tried to Make different ones because maybe he just doesn’t like them but as time passes on you and buying all these different vegetables he didn’t ate any of them. To be honest it made you kinda insecure what if he doesn’t like your cooking and doesn’t have the heart to tell. Now around Halloween time stores stocked up on all different types of candy you never really had a thing for candy so you never bought them. But after you saw them in the store you just had to get some maybe only place them as decoration if you don’t eat them. Coming home you saw Dabis shoes knowing he was home. You called out to him and he came up to you with that little smirk that always decorates his faces when he looked at you. But that soon dropped when he saw the grocery bags in your hand. Dabi wasn’t dumb he could tell how much effort you put into cocking and trying to find something he likes. It wasn’t that your cooking was bad. He was just picky. But he loved you too much and had to much pride to tell you that. And if Dabi was one thing he wasn’t ungrateful. You letting home stay at your place AND cook for him. He lived long enough on the street having to eat out of dumpsters. So he knew well enough living with you was a luxury. He took the grocery’s from you and gave you a small kiss. You took your coat and shoes off and followed him into the kitchen. Dabi was putting away the stuff like always- that’s the least he can do in his opinion. „I’m gonna take a quick shower and then start cooking could you pls wash the rice meanwhile“„Sure doll“ - While Dabi was unpacking the he saw this big bag of Halloween candy his eyes went wide he hasn’t had these since he was little. Endeavor never gave him candy so he would steal some change from him and would go to the store to get some. He ripped open the bag and started eating one piece after another. The rice and groceries long forgotten. He spread out on the couch with the bag in his lap watching tv. After you finished showering you went in the kitchen to look for Dabi. The grocery’s still in the bags and the rice not washed you were a little confused so you called out for him. But got no answer you walked through the house and hearing the tv you stopped in your tracks and open the door. „Didn’t I ask you to wash the ri- „ But the sight before you left you speechless. Dabi was laying on the couch candy wrappers everywhere and him sleeping with chocolate on his face. You quickly took out your phone to take a picture. Your giggles woke Dabi up after he saw you his face was bright red. „Doll I’m-„ „I would have never guessed you had a sweet tooth“His face turned into a frown. „Is that why you never ate what I cooked“ - „ I’m sorry doll I wasn’t trying to be ungrateful but I never ate my vegetables“ „so what just chicken nuggets and fries or what you said with a laugh“ Dabi turned away from you embarrassed. You sat down next to him. „You should‘ve told me i would have cooked you something different. Dabi looked at you shocked. He thought you was going to get mad at him for being a grown ass man and not liking vegetables. But you always were so understanding and kind to him but most importantly you were always so so sweet no wonder he had a sweet Tooth.

(A/n: I don’t know why but I just see Dabi as a picky eater he was one of those kind of kids who never ate his food if it wasn’t chickennuggets but when it comes to candy he would go crazy)

[messers-moony]

One in the Same | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Wife!Reader

Summary: Reader notices Draco going through the same pain as her ex lover and desperately wants fix her faults.

“Mr.Malfoy, can you stay after class, please?” 

“‘Course, Professor Black.”

An average day in second year. Professor Black - Y/n - taught History of Magic after Professor Binns decided his time was up. Too long of teaching sleeping students who could care less about his lessons. However, once Y/n took over the position, kid's grades improved and people were no longer sleeping. She made things fun and inventive.

After class time was up, everyone filed out of the classroom aside from the blond Slytherin boy. Draco has always been on the good side of Professor Black. She was always extremely kind to him despite his rather sour attitude at times. But Draco was always hesitant to initiate a conversation to really speak his feelings to her. But this was the first time she had him stay after class. 

Y/n pulled out the chair in front of her desk as he sat down. His white-blond hair and gleaming blue eyes. His young face, not yet defined. Y/n with her h/c hair and curious glinted e/c eyes. 

“Draco, I want to start this by saying I don’t know what your home life is like.” Y/n began, “I went to Hogwarts with your parents, though, and he wasn’t always kind. Your mother was cordial with me, though.”

“If you don’t find me intruding, what’s your home life like?” 

“I- Um- It’s good.” Stammered Draco, “Father and Mother are always kind.”

Y/n’s eyes glinted with curiosity, “Lucius tolerated me.”

“Tolerated you?”

“I married one of his best friends.” Y/n chuckled, “He didn’t have a choice.”

Draco tilted his head, “Sirius?”

“Oh heavens no!” Y/n exclaimed, “Regulus. Sirius Black's brother.” 

“My- My dead cousin?” He queried. 

She nodded, “Yes. I married Regulus right after graduation. His parents weren’t thrilled, but he loved me so, here we are.”

“May I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“What were his parents like?”

“Horrible. The worst.” Y/n spat, “Sirius got the worst of it, but Regulus did occasionally too.”

“Walburga and Orion were awful. Using the crucio curse is not a great punishment for kids.” Draco’s eyes widened, “Both of them had scars from the curse. Sirius ran away at sixteen, and Regulus was used as their puppet. So used that at the age of eighteen, he felt like he had to prove himself. Which inevitably got him killed.”

“How did you deal with it?”

“Well, would you like my honest answer or my Professor answer?”

“Honest, please.”

“Between you and I, I still haven’t gotten over it.” Y/n shrugged, “I see something that reminds me of him, and I’m back at the start all over again. It takes time, and it’s taken plenty of time, but here I am, doing what I love. Teaching kids.”

“Anyways.” Y/n smiled, “You’re dismissed. I’m sorry I took up your time. However, if you ever feel the need to speak with me, let me know. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Draco picked up his bag, rustling as he stood up. The blond boy was still digesting all the information he gained. He couldn’t believe that his cousins got the crucio curse for a punishment. He thought his parents were bad. Theirs was way worse. Draco was about to walk out of the classroom but turned last minute to look at his Professor. 

“Professor?” 

“Yes, Draco?”

“There’s-“ He swallowed, “There’s a Quidditch match this Saturday. Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. If you have the time, I’d like you to come.”

“Of course. I’ll be there.” Y/n smiled. 

He walked out of the room without a second stop. He felt better about himself now. He had someone who genuinely seemed to care about him. Draco didn’t trust her just yet, but he wouldn’t be opposed to speaking with her as he had just now in the future. Professor Black had always been open and honest with her students. Perhaps that’s why kids liked her so much. 

Saturday arrived quicker than Y/n would’ve hoped for one reason. She, herself, didn’t own any Slytherin-colored merchandise anymore. But there was a box in her quarters that she brought with her to Hogwarts every year. Regulus’s old clothes meaning all his scarfs, ties, button-ups, pants, hats, etc. Y/n couldn’t seem to get rid of them. Frankly, she didn’t want to get rid of them either. 

Carefully she pulled the cardboard box from the top of her closet. Taking a pair of scissors and breaking the tape seal she had put on it multiple years ago. Inside laid many pieces of the evergreen and silver cloth. Y/n’s hands gravitated to the green and silver scarf. Bringing it to her nose, she was shocked. It still smelt like him. Godric, this was going to be more challenging than she initially thought. 

Nonetheless, she put it around her neck along with her button-up and tight-fit pants. Y/n put on the green gloves, much too big for her but had fit Regulus perfectly, the tie, and the scarf. It brought her a sense of nostalgia. It made Y/n feel like she was a fifth-year going out with Regulus on a date to Hogsmeade. But she wasn’t fifteen or in fifth year. Y/n was a Professor and a full-grown adult. And Regulus was dead. 

The game was going well for Slytherin at the beginning. But like most Quidditch games, things can change rather quickly. Ravenclaw was studious. That was for sure. They played skillfully. Y/n sat in the Professor stands with the rest of her colleagues. She sat between McGonagall and Flitwick. But white-blond hair caught her attention in front of her. Lucius Malfoy was here spectating his son. 

McGonagall nudged her, “Where’d you get the Slytherin gear?”

“Regulus.”

“How have you been, dear?” McGonagall questioned softly, “It’s been a whirlwind, but nothing I can do will bring him back, so ‘m still here for him. It’s what he would’ve wanted.” Y/n replied. 

Minerva placed a hand on the girl's knee, “If you need anything, let me know.”

“‘Course, Professor.”

The game ended tragically. Slytherin had just tied the game when Cho Chang had caught sight of the snitch. Sadly, she was able to grasp it before Draco. Leaving Slytherin with two-hundred and thirty points while Ravenclaw ended with three-hundred and eighty points. Lucius seemed furious with this conclusion and stormed off the stands. Y/n knew something was up, so she followed him. 

She came up in a deserted hallway in Hogwarts. Draco stood - now changed into the usual Hogwarts robes - and his father stood before him. From the view she had, Draco’s back was to her, and his father was towering over the boy. 

Lucius had a cold and icy voice, “You are insufferable!”

“You had one job, Draco! One! Catch the damn snitch.” He scolded, “Perhaps you were too daft to figure that out?”

“‘M sorry, father. I didn’t mean to. Honest.” Draco was pleading and begging for mercy; it made Y/n’s heartache at the familiar words. 

“Mum, Dad, I seriously didn’t mean to!” Regulus had cried after breaking a vase, “Excuses, excuses, they won’t get you anywhere in life, boy!” Orion shouted. 

Tears collected in his silver eyes, “‘M sorry! ‘M so sorry!”

Walburga pointed her wand at him, “Crucio.”

Lucius scoffed, “Malfoy’s don’t cry, wipe those tears.”

“Should‘ve sent you to Durmstrang. You come to Hogwarts and forget everything I’ve ever taught you.”

“Father, I really didn’t mean to! She just got there faster than me.” Draco begged. 

Y/n saw it before Draco did. Lucius raised his palm slowly, and Draco flinched. Y/n saw the pale hand rise into the air, and without a second thought, she ran in front of the young boy, taking the blow that was meant for Lucius’ son. Draco heard the sound but never felt the impact. Carefully he opened his eyes to see Professor Black standing in front of him, a hand on her cheek. 

“How dare you get in the way!” Lucius yelled, “How dare I? How dare you for trying to leave a hand on your son!” Y/n retorted her bright cheek red from impact. 

Draco was appalled, “Draco is your son! Not a toy or a puppet, and I will not stand for this!”

“You don’t have to, half breed.” Lucius seethed, “As you said, he’s my son. Not yours.”

“I could give less fucks!” Y/n exclaimed, “Draco is my student. I will not be having you lay your hands on my students.”

Lucius scoffed, “Where’s your child, mm?”

“Right, you don’t have one.” Lucius answered, “Because your blood-traitor of a husband decided to get himself killed!”

“Regulus was not a blood-traitor for trying to right his wrongs!”

“Regulus and Sirius were no different from each other.”

“Leave them out of this!”

“Oh, so it’s still a soft spot for you?”

“So help me, I’ll-“

“Petrificus Totalus.” Draco stated while holding his wand, causing his father to fall to the ground, paralyzed. 

Y/n stared at the body in shock, “Draco.”

She didn’t even have time to reprimand him before he burst into tears. Y/n turned quickly and embraced him into a much-needed hug while the boy sobbed on her shoulder. Y/n’s hands went through Draco’s white-blond hair gently while he let every emotion out. She pulled away and wiped the tears on his cheeks. 

“You’re going to be okay, I promise.” Y/n informed, and Draco nodded, “Th- Thank you, Professor.”

Y/n smiled and sent him off to the Slytherin common room, leaving her to deal with Lucius. The Professor dragged him to Madam Pomfrey to deal with. Later that night, in her quarters, while brushing her teeth, she noticed the considerable bruise covering her left cheek: Blue and purple hues mixed to create a dark blue-violet looking color, almost grey. 

Sixth year was now here. Y/n’s fourth year of teaching at Hogwarts, and she couldn’t have asked for a better job. On September 1st, she went through the floo-network to arrive in her teacher's quarters. Looking at the time, it seemed that students were just about reaching onto the grounds when a knock sounded at her door. 

“Come in!”

A blond boy, much taller, defined face, and grey eyes had just walked into her teacher's quarters, “Good evening, Professor.”

“Good evening, Draco.” Y/n greeted smiling brightly, “What's on your mind, sweetheart?”

Draco didn’t know where to begin as water collected on his lower lash line, and gently he pulled up his left sleeve. Godric, it felt like deva Vu all over again. 

“Y- Y/n.” Regulus called through his tears, “What’s wrong, baby?” Y/n asked, sitting beside him on the four-poster bed. 

Regulus couldn’t help the tears that helplessly fell down his cheeks. His eyes were silver and blurred. Cheeks flushed and hair knotted. This past summer had been a shit show for him with Sirius running away and just everything that had gone on. Regulus had never felt this hopeless before. 

“I- I need your help.”

“Of course, anything, baby.”

He swallowed, “Just know that I’ll love you forever. Okay?”

“‘Course.”

Gently, he released a breath of air and pulled up his left sleeve. The combined snake and skull only meaning one thing. Regulus was now a death eater to the Dark Lord. Tears sprung in Y/n’s eyes but not because of disappointment but because of worry. She didn’t know what she would do if Regulus were to be gone. 

“They forced me!” Regulus pleaded, “Please, please don’t leave me.” 

Regulus was weeping, and Y/n took him into her arms, “Shh, shh, I’m not disappointed. I’m just worried about you.”

“I don’t wanna- I don’t wanna do this.” Regulus whimpered, “Please help me.”

“I’m gonna help you ‘m love. Don’t worry.” 

“What happened this summer?” Y/n asked as Draco pulled back down his sleeve.

“Auntie Bella.”

Draco was trying so hard to swallow his tears as his Professor was now face to face with him, “Draco.”

How was her voice so sweet and calm, almost like she had done this before, “It’s okay to show emotion. It’s being human. Let it go, darling.”

Just like that, the dam broke, and Draco was a sobbing mess again. How was it that Professor Black had always managed to feel more like home than his actual parents? What had his mum done for him while Bellatrix was giving him the mark? She had just stood there watching pain contort on his face. Y/n felt more like a mother to him, more like family to him. 

“Shh. Shh. You’re safe here, Draco.”

“They- They want me-“ He was choking on his words, and Y/n placed her hands on his shoulders, “Take deep breaths and then explain. Okay?”

He began to inhale and exhale air at a slow pace, “They want me to-“ Draco swallowed, “They want me to kill Dumbledore.”

“Okay.” Y/n stated, letting out a breath of air, “You and I will get through this.” 

“You- You promise?” 

“I promise.”

Perhaps it was instinct now for Draco to stay after in her classroom. After every lesson, Draco would visit her in her classroom just to be in her company or to talk. What was it about Y/n that drew these people close to her? Ones with broken souls who believed that couldn’t be helped. Was it her kindness? Perhaps it was her caring nature—too many variables to pinpoint. 

The moment Y/n heard crying in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, she knew something was wrong. Approaching cautiously, she saw Harry Potter doing the same behind Draco, who stood facing the basin, dried tears on his cheeks. Everything happened too fast for Y/n to understand. But when Harry spoke an incantation that left Draco bleeding out on the floor, everything changed. 

She was jumping into action hastily, falling to her knees beside the blond-haired boy while Harry was almost in tears at his mistake. Y/n took her wand out and began muttering spells to heal the boy's chest. Harry was now in a heap on the floor, tears filling his glorious emerald eyes while the Professor took care of his harm. It took ten minutes before the bleeding stopped, and Y/n turned to face Harry. 

“Harry.” 

“‘M sorry. I- I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad I was here.” Y/n replied, and Harry looked like a mess, “I need you to go to the Gryffindor tower and not speak of this to anyone, okay?”

He nodded and stood up sluggishly. Harry left the bathroom, leaving Y/n with an unconscious Draco. Sighing heavily, she picked up the boy and lugged him to the hospital wing, where he was taken care of. The following day an owl was pecking at Y/n’s window, leading her to wake up and take the note from the owl’s foot. 

“Draco won’t stop calling for you.”

Y/n freshened up, brushing her teeth, hair, and a change of clothes before making her way to the Hospital Wing. It was quite a ways away from. Her section of the school, but if Draco needed her, she needed to be there even if it was six o’clock in the morning. Her shoes made a light tap along with the wood as she walked and hesitantly opened the big door to the infirmary. 

“Oh, thank Merlin!” Madam Pomfrey said with her hand over her heart, “Draco has been asking for you, my dear.”

She gave a tiny smile as Pomfrey pointed to where Draco was lying. Carefully she stripped back some of the white curtain and pulled a chair beside his bed. Y/n took his hand in his. It was cold and pale. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine holding Regulus’ hand in the same exact way after a horrible Bludger accident. 

An hour later, Draco finally woke up, “Mornin’ sweetheart.”

“Professor, you- you came.”

She smiled, “You called for me, of course, I’d come.”

Draco pushed himself up into a sitting position, his grey eyes locked on her warm e/c ones, “Sorry, I just, didn’t expect you to come.”

“How are you feeling?” 

“I feel okay. Little sore but nothing I haven’t been through.” 

Y/n smiled sadly, “I knew a boy just like you, you know?”

“You did?” Draco asked, and she nodded, “I did.”

“Could you tell me about him?”

“Well, he was strong, smart, and closed off. His home life wasn’t too great either and was forced into being what his parents were too.” Draco looked eager for more, “Eventually, he realized that this wasn’t the life he wanted. He no longer cared about his parent's approval. He just wanted to be him, but by then, it was too late.”

“Too late?”

She nodded, “He was already in too late, so he did the only thing he thought of. Betraying his parents, his family. He was so caught up in what he was doing he didn’t realize what he was doing, and now, because of that, he’s no longer with us.”

“But you aren’t too late, Draco.” Y/n stressed, tightening her grip on his hand, “Let me save you. Let me help you.”

Tears ebbed at the corners of his eyes, “Please.”

Y/n took him in her arms and rubbed his back soothingly, “You aren’t alone. I’m here for you.”

It took months, but everything was over. It felt like time had stopped. Y/n could remember the terror standing outside of Hogwarts as the death eaters stood on the other side. Narcissa was calling for him - the boy who had no choice - and Draco was panicking as Lucius began calling his name. 

Draco swallowed and shook his head. 

It was the feeling of relief that brought Y/n solace. Draco took the step that Regulus took, and she would make sure he didn’t pay for it. The relief felt like a breath of fresh air now that the war was over. Y/n had stepped into the Great Hall panicking, hoping, praying that he was okay. At that moment she saw it. 

He was crouched in the corner. People were glaring at him all around. Draco saw. He saw the Weasleys crying over Fred. He saw Harry look empty, staring at Remus Lupin and Nymphadora. The way Lavender Brown’s parents sobbed over her dead body. He saw the way Dennis Creevey was yelling and screaming in pain at seeing his deceased older brother. Draco could remember how close they were. 

Nonetheless, he stood up and ran into her arms: his solace, home, and safe place. Draco couldn’t remember what it felt like to be held this tight. He dug his nose into her neck and just remembered to breathe. She pulled away to see a small smile playing on his lips. Y/n cupped his cheeks gently. 

“I’m so, so proud of you.” Y/n smiled, “I can't explain how proud I am of you. You did it.”

Draco smiled and leaned into her hands, “Thanks, mum.”

[jbbuckybarnes]

Can I touch?

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader // The Mandalorian x Reader (3,6k) Desc: You’re fascinated by his culture, but you’d rather be accepting than annoying about it. Warnings: awkwardness, tension, idiots in love, fluff, not beta read. A/N: Y’all should really follow Pedro Pascal on Twitter and Instagram. Just saying!

He had saved you a while ago on a planet both of you thought was safe until a leftover cell of the Empire struck it hard. He told you he‘d bring you to the next best peaceful planet, but that hadn‘t happened during the entire last week. The Mandalorian had a hard shell, but you could see the soft core when the child was around and like that you started talking a little bit more. You were curious about the whole culture he came from, but you kept it on the down-low most of the time. You didn‘t need him to distrust you because of weird questions.

It was night on the moon you currently hovered above in a system you never heard of. He had just gotten the child to sleep by letting it catch the little necklace it was carrying around. They were an unusual pair, but an incredibly cute one. Not that you would tell Mando that. But now he was standing in front of you, face downwards at you as if he expected you to say something. „It‘s an interesting culture you live in.“ You smiled up at him and you felt him smile. „Most people find it weird.“ He shrugged. „Well, it is. More interesting than weird though.“ You chuckled and stepped a little closer, into the space he usually kept between the two of you in the ship. His head dipped to the side a little, „Can I touch it?“ Your hands slowly reached up as to not make him feel attacked and he stepped back a bit. „No, no. I know you can‘t take it off. I just wanna touch it...if that‘s okay.“ You stumbled over your words. He stepped back forward to where he was before and let you touch the smooth material of his helmet. You had such loving eyes, went along the edges of the visor, then over the visor. He was glad the blush creeping up on him was hidden. „I like it. It‘s special.“ You whispered and took your hand away, looking up with a sweet smile. „I, um,“ he tried to say something but couldn‘t, so he stopped right there. „Thank you for letting me stay on your ship. I know it‘s probably different usually. You probably didn‘t even take that thing off in the time I‘ve been here.“ You giggled. Good, you hadn‘t snuck up on him sleeping. „I sleep without it. That‘s not an invitation.“ He jokingly pointed at you. „Has the greenling seen you without it?“ You pointed at the little door to the shelving unit with his bassinet in it. „Yeah, but only because he‘s a curious little womp rat.“ He chuckled and looked down, flustered behind the helmet. „So you broke code?“ You dipped your head to the side with a cheeky grin. „Well, technically I can‘t show myself to any living being. But by code the child is MY child, so not a full break of the code.“ He explained himself and you nodded along. You stepped back a bit, „Well, if you ever want to take it off for a while and want me to not see you...just tell me. I have no problem with blindfolds and I trust you to not feed me to gundarks while I have one on.“ You chuckled but the mention of blindfolds came with a little smirk. Now you had done it, Din Djarin was a tomato behind the visor. „S-Sure.“ There was an awkward silence for a few seconds before he pointed towards the cockpit and hurried to it under your adoring gaze.

It had been a few days since the conversation and he hadn‘t gotten your face out of his mind. That soft, caring smile. That little smirk. The way you called the baby „Greenling.“ „Um, so, you offered to do this blindfold thing, right? Cause I‘m dying to take this off and eat something right now and this stop will be the only good planet for food resources for a while.“ He looked down at you and you nodded with attentive eyes. Always scanning his behavior. „I can put one on or I can eat in the sleeping corner while the door thing is closed.“ You suggested with a happy smile at him, the child cooing in your arm. „I think I‘d like to eat together for once. We‘ll just get something that doesn‘t need cutlery.“ He shrugged as the Greenling reached for Mando‘s finger.

And with that you got some baked goods and found a piece of cloth on the little planet that you made a pit stop at. He looked at you as you delicately tied it around your eyes, blushing again at the little smirk coming up in his mind. „How many fingers am I holding up?“ He chuckled and you guessed and held up a four. „Alright.“ He was nervous about taking it off. Yes, he trusted you to not trick him like that, but you barely knew each other. It was a weird feeling. With a hissing sound you heard his helmet come off and gently be set on the floor. He looked at his child, which was staring back and forth between him and you thoroughly confused. He set down a little bag of smaller baked goods filled with meat in front of him and saw him excitedly come closer. „Let me guess. The greenling just saw what you got him.“ You chuckled hearing the cooing and the little footsteps. You heard a loud swallowing sound and you both started giggling before you tried to find your things on the floor between you two. „Here.“ He gently pushed your little bag into your hand, touching your fingers in the process. You both held your breath for a second before choosing to ignore it. Now was not the time for awkwardness. You started eating your sweet goods and felt the Greenling wander around you here and there. „Your voice without the helmet is fitting way better with your personality.“ You chuckled and he was -again- very happy that you couldn‘t see him blush. „I guess so.“ He chuckled nervously, picking around in his little bag of powdered orbs. „You know, you are super talented and all, but my god, you‘re a softie at the core. I like that voice better.“ You gave him a big honest smile. „Thanks.“ His voice was almost breaking. He wasn‘t used to so many compliments going beyond his Beskar armor. The child looked at him before climbing up on your lap and reaching up. „No, don‘t do-“ You felt a little hand yank your blindfold down and closed your eyes in time, turning around with the little thing. „Hey, I know, it‘s weird that I sit across your Dada with a blindfold, but it‘s out of respect.“ You explained in your baby voice and he melted at the interaction. You took the blindfold again to put it around your eyes but the little Greenling started fuzzing. „Oh, baby. I know it‘s weird. But the only other thing I can do is eating with you over there.“ You cooed and pointed at the little corner you were sleeping in on your journeys. The fuzzing didn‘t stop, so you gave him the cloth and he proudly started walking towards Din with his new item. „I hope you trust me enough to just-“ You held your hand in front of your closed eyes while you continued to eat. „Y-yeah, I trust you, I think. I mean, he trusts you, so I assume I can trust you.“ He chuckled and you sent him a big smile. „Can I ask a completely irrelevant question?“ „Sure.“ „What‘s your hair color?“ You giggled and he shook his head smiling. „Brown.“ „Long, mid or short hair?“ „Somewhere between short and mid-length.“ „Cute.“ You smiled content at the little information he was willing to give you.

The heating system had stopped working mid-flight and you were currently in the middle of space. Not a good combination. „So, uh, until we reach a planet...do you have enough blankets here?“ You looked up and got a headshake back. „Huddling for warmth.“ You wiggled your brows and turned him into a stuttering mess. „C‘mon. You‘re so big and strong. You‘d probably keep all three of us warm.“ You smiled at him. „I don‘t know.“ He really was unsure about this but the Greenling walked around your legs already, sensing what the conversation was about. „I‘ll put on a blindfold and you‘ll just wake up before I do, cause this little rebel with probably take it off again.“ You picked up the child and patted its head. He agreed with a nod, couldn‘t be that bad.

Well, it wasn‘t and it was. It was an incredibly tight space for all three of you, but it was incredibly cozy under two blankets with a giant human heater encasing you and a little child between you. „Wow, this is almost domestic.“ You chuckled and pulled your finger from the Greenlings hands. „And I hope you know you don‘t have to lay uncomfortably just for me to feel cozy.“ You felt him relax and put his second hand on your hips and gently put yours on top of it. Instead of flustering each other, you concentrated on the tiny snores emitting between you two for a while. „Can I touch your face or does that make you uncomf-“ You started whispering but were interrupted with an eager sound of acceptance. God, it was almost embarrassing to answer so quickly, but he was so starved for touch. You reached up towards his face and felt your way around it. The stubble, the somewhat puffy cheeks, the big nose, the slightly trembling lips. Then you brushed your fingers through his hair and felt him shiver under your touch. „I don‘t know much, but I know that you are pretty.“ You whispered and traced your fingers across his jawline. „So are you.“ He reached out his big hand to wander over the side of your head. You curled yourself closer to him, „We should‘ve done this earlier.“ „Yeah.“ He murmured, still in awe of what had just occurred. 

He woke up early the next morning, watching your sleeping face without the blindfold on, pushing strands of hair out of your face. Could one fall in love so quickly? You had been so accepting and so soft with him. You looked so weak right now yet so strong with that little frown on your face. A coo got him out of his stare and he looked at his child, „Good Morning, little womp rat.“ The Greenling pointed between him and you with a happy little coo, making Din chuckle. „Maybe.“ He smiled and scratched behind the baby‘s ears. With a little kiss to your forehead, he got out of the unit and put his Beskar suit back on.

You were sitting on the floor cross-legged with the Greenling, playing catch with the little silver ball from a cockpit lever. He stood in front of you, making big eyes at you and pointed towards the door. „Your dada is still away,“ you explained in your baby voice before the Greenling held both arms up to you. You picked the child up under coo‘s and put the little amulet into his small hands to chew around on. „He told me you‘re 50 years old. I wonder how long your lifespan is,“ you mumbled down at it. There were big eyes directed at you, „He also told me about you levitating things and healing a man. That you‘re from a lineage his people fought against. You know what those are?“ You cooed and got a babbling back. „You are a Jedi and that‘s why people are after you, but you‘re such a sweet little child. Of course anyone with a conscience would protect you.“ You continued explaining. „I‘ll protect you too, alright? As long as your Dada lets me.“ You held down a finger for the Greenling to grab and felt a vision.

Lightsabers fighting, a planet exploding, someone protecting the child, an epiphany of it that it has powers, Mando, you, calmness.

You looked down and it was sound asleep. „Oh man, the force is strong with you. Isn‘t it, Greenling?“ You mumbled down at it before getting up and putting the child down on the bed all three of you still shared. Once you leaned up again you heard the clearing of a throat and turned around with a gasp. „It‘s just me, don‘t worry.“ He held up his hands. You sat down to calm your nerves again and watched him put off his armor bit by bit. „I heard you talk to him,“ he mumbled. „Yes?“ You dipped your head to the side. „You know about, uh, what did you call it?“ „Jedi.“ „Yeah, space wizards.“ He pointed at you. „They can do some amazing things.“ You smiled. „You ever met one? I mean, a fully grown one?“ He asked, sitting down next to you. „Once, before the war ended. Fierce warriors with the ability to heal things, levitate things and other cool stuff. Most of what I know comes from reading things.“ You shrugged. „And you think he is one?“ He looked behind you. „Judging by the visions he just gave me by a simple touch, yeah.“ You mumbled and he looked at you surprised. Well, that’s what his body language told you. „Visions?“ „Things he can remember. He‘s seen a lot of destruction. But now he feels calm.“ „Calm. Calm is good.“ You heard him murmur in his helmet. „He showed me lightsabers fighting, an exploding planet, someone protecting him, him finding out about his powers, then you and me and calmness.“ You went a little more in-depth. „Do you think he sees you as family?“ He looked up at you again. „Do you?“ You whispered back. He went silent for a bit, looking over your face through his dark visor. „You‘ve been with us for over a month now. I think you could call that normalcy.“ He began. „And I guess we kind of live a family life. Just that I go out there and still kill people for a living.“ He continued. You grabbed his hand into both of yours, „Yeah, but...do you see me as family? Not based on logic, based on emotion.“ „Yes.“ He nodded slowly and squeezed your hand. „Then tell me more about the creed. I wanna know more about where you grew up. I‘ll also tell you more about growing up on Vanqor.“ You didn‘t sleep much for the rest of the night. Too deep into conversation about your different upbringings. He‘d been saved by a Mandalorian in an attack and grew up in the Creed. You grew up in a wasteland filled with monster-like beings and were brought around to other planets by a man that you saw as your father before he turned on you in the most twisted ways imaginable.

„We‘re here!“ You heard a modulated voice through the ship. „Where?“ You ran through the ship to the cockpit. „Endor.“ You could hear the smile in his voice and looked forward to see a beautiful forest moon. „Do you really think it‘s safe here? With all its history?“ You were a little concerned. „As long as we are nice to the population.“ He shrugged and slowly landed near a village, getting their attention.

A bunch of Ewoks came running towards the ship as you punched against your communication device to work. *Stranger! What do you seek here?* You came down the ramp with the Greenling in your arms and they took a step back. You kneeled down a bit, „We seek refuge to protect this child.“ *Jedi child!* There was a lot of back and forth between all of them if they should allow you there with all the bad that had happened to the moon until now. „Don‘t worry, we won‘t live near you if that‘s what you‘re concerned about. We just wanted to have your allowance to stay here.“ You spoke calmly as the Greenling in your arms cooed. „He needs to grow up as safe as possible.“ You heard next to you and they all were alarmed again. *Mando! Bad!* „This one isn‘t bad. I promise. If he decides to be bad, I‘ll find my ways.“ You winked at the Ewoks and Mando‘s face under the helmet was as confused as you imagined it. *Mando promise?* „They ask you to promise to be good.“ You translated for him. „I promise to be a good man. I just want my child to be safe here.“ He kneeled down too. *We show you a safe place in the forest tomorrow.* The leader nodded before they all left, leaving a few nosy Ewoks behind. „They are cute, like you, Greenling.“ You cooed at the slightly confused child.

„Guess I‘m stuck with both of you.“ He chuckled in the evening. „Guess you are.“ You smiled up at him, going over his helmet. „Can I ask you something?“ You looked up at him again after a while of focussing on the child. „Sure.“ „This is your clan. Well, he is at least. Doesn‘t that mean you can have your own clan rules?“ You played with the Greenlings ears under little giggles. He looked between the two of you for a while, listened to you talk to the little one and he could see the difference in you now. In the beginning you were scared of saying the wrong things and felt misplaced on the Crest. Now you looked like you were at home and the mother of his foundling. „You‘re right.“ He mumbled and took your hand, making you look up at him. „You‘re family. I‘d like to be part of this too. I know you‘re not on board with some of the practices, but-“ „Hey, I‘d do a lot to be with you both. Okay?“ He nodded and let you pull his head towards you. Forehead against helmet. „I don‘t want to manipulate you. You can believe in whatever you want, Din.“ „I know. But you‘re the first person that I actually want to show myself to. Even with all the rules I follow.“ He opened his heart to you. „If it‘s a new way you want for your clan.“ You smiled up at him and shrugged. „I‘m okay if I have to wear a blindfold for dinner the rest of my life.“ You chuckled and picked up the Greenling that started getting tired. He started fuzzing a little, „I know, baby. Mama is gonna help you fall asleep.“ That was the first time he heard you refer to yourself like that and it did weird things to his heart. You put the baby in its bassinet and helped it sleep with the little routine you had developed.

You were sitting in his cockpit seat, cross-legged, thinking deeply. There hadn’t been a lot of time to think before this. „You comin‘ to bed or are you sitting there staring holes through my ship for the entire night?“ He chuckled. „Yeah, one second,“ you mumbled. You didn‘t know if you deserved this. And you still were so used to distrust people. What if he turned out like the people in the past? Nice for a long time and then turning on you? Maybe protecting a Jedi child was a death sentence. But at least one that were willing to risk. You got up and made your way over to your shared corner, seeing him sit there, waiting for you. „What‘s on your mind?“ „Doubts.“ He frowned concerned under his helmet, „About what?“ „Just don‘t want the past to repeat.“ You shrugged. „It won‘t. I‘ll make sure of it.“ He brushed his glove-less hand over your face. You looked around for your blindfold and couldn‘t find it, „Have you seen-“ He held it up but didn‘t give it to you. Instead, he threw it behind him and reached for his helmet. You held your hands in front of your eyes and closed them as you heard the familiar hissing sound, „Din!“ He chuckled, half entertained, half nervous, taking your hands off your eyes. „Open them.“ He mumbled and you shook your head. „I don‘t want to.“ You whispered. „Why?“ He frowned, getting a little self-conscious. „I don‘t deserve to see you. And you won‘t be able to wear it again and-“ Your rambling was interrupted by a kiss, knocking the breath out of you. „I follow my own clan’s rules now. Besides, if a Mandalorian sees someone as family, they should be able to show themselves to them without being punished. You are my family.“ His voice was oddly soothing. You took a deep breath, hearing a little, „I love you.“ „I love you too.“ You opened your eyes to look into dark brown softness. „You never told me you had dark brown eyes.“ You tried to get rid of the tension. He put both your hands on his face, „I pictured you more...clean cut. But I like this way better. I like the hair.“ You gently went through it. „You look soft.“ His hard shell was represented by his armor, his soft one was right here. „Is that a good or bad thing.“ He chuckled and you came closer to his face again. „The best.“ He grabbed close you for another kiss. Din pushed the button to close the sleeping compartment, „Been wanting to do that for a while now.“ Making out with a Mandalorian was not on your list of life goals, but it should‘ve been on there for sure.

„I love you.“ „Love you more.“

[fullsunalicia]

The haechan smut is really good. If you didn’t tell me that you had never written smut before, i would never know that lol btw can you write smutty dom!taeyong please? Only if you’re comfortable with it💚🥺

thank you for the compliment and your consideration, my love! everything for you 🥺🤍

[01:01am] „If you move one more time, you can kiss your orgasm goodbye.“

Taeyong is very unfair in bed. How the hell are you supposed to stay still when he‘s eating you out like you‘re his last meal and he‘s hell-bent on devouring you? Though you don‘t voice your thoughts - you know if you did, he‘d leave you on the bed just like that. So you hold still, hands fisting the silken sheets below you, and you tell him: „I‘m sorry.“

„I‘m sorry, who?“

„I‘m sorry, Sir.“

He sighs in a dramatic manner. „So forgetful,“ he mumbles. „As if I never taught you manners, kitten.“

The pet-name rolls of his tongue in the sweetest way, even though Taeyong is anything but when he touches you. It makes the heat pool between your thighs and your hands restless, but you don‘t make the mistake of moving again. „Can I please come, Sir?“ you beg him, voice tiny, shoulders tense. His fingers are the embodiment of sin; you like the way they look as they grasp your waist, pulling you down so he can kiss your clit. You almost jump.

He almost smiles.

Getting to orgasm is so hard when it comes to this man. He makes you work for it, whether it means doing all the work by riding him, or following the rules he sets up because he expects you to break them. Taeyong wants to use his silly, impossible orders as an excuse to splay you over his lap and spank your ass until it‘s his favorite shade of red, and you‘d bet all your money that‘s what he‘s counting on right now. You know he wants to see you writhe. That‘s why you do anything but.

Closing your eyes, you will yourself to stop trembling whenever his tongue curls around the sensitive bundle of nerves. He laps at it like a cat would, carefully, never a second too long. It drives you insane. And he knows.

The second he realizes you want him to deny of the punishment he craves, Taeyong picks up speed. Your thighs try to clamp shut on instinct, trapping his head between them, but it‘s not like Taeyong doesn’t love it, anyway. He‘d go out like this if it meant having you come on his tongue. Taeyong loves how good he can make you feel.

You really should‘ve known. Nobody knows your body better than Lee Taeyong.

Your back arches off the mattress as his long fingers dip into you, curling up to meet that sweet spot that makes colors burst behind your eyes. His free arm wraps around your waist, hand splayed on your stomach to keep you down. His name falls from his lips like a mantra, the constant chant of „Taeyong, Taeyong, Taeyong“ like music to his ears. This is the only time he forgives you for not using „Sir“ with him. It‘s just too good.

Though he warned you not to move again, you squirm and wind around in his tight hold, your gorgeous whimpers filling the room. He wants you to come, needs you to, fingers moving inside you fast. „(y/n),“ Taeyong moans against your core, and the sound tips you over the edge, the familiar coil in your abdomen snapping as your boyfriend laps up everything you give him.

The petname kitten suits him more than it does you.

He doesn‘t stop nipping at you while you come down from your high, waiting for you to push his face away as you get sensitive. Usually, he likes punishing you by overstimulation, especially in moments like these. This time, Taeyong picks up your slack body to lay you over his lap, lips meeting the skin of your throat to suck marks into the skin there.

„Now,“ he mumbles, voice betrayingly innocent. „How many times do I need to spank you until we think you learned your lesson? I specifically told you not to move.“

[bts-fantasy]

Shy Lovers

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Requested by @diamondteardropsblog

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

„Yah! Jungkook, give that back!“, you yelled at your best friend who held your phone way up impossible for you to reach no matter how hard you tried to jump up. His bunny smile soon broke into a fit of laughter as he kept your phone far out of your reach.

He then proceeded to mimic your voice as he lulled in a high pitched tone.

„My name is Y/N and I‘m soooo in love with Kim Namjoon.“

You punched his chest telling him to stop with this nonsense but Jungkook had only started. Maybe that extra bottle of soju wasn‘t a great idea after all you thought to yourself.

Jungkook suddenly ran away from you on the playground where you had stopped on your way home from a night out because he had insisted on trying the swings while he was drunk. Well, that didn‘t go as planned and now he was running around with your phone in his hand.

You sighed deeply not even trying to run after him since you didn‘t have the energy. You had a couple of drinks yourself and you couldn‘t deny that the alcohol was messing with your head as well.

Jungkook had stopped running when he realized that you were standing still in the middle of the place and walked over to you with an evil smirk before he continued to mimic your voice.

„I love Namjoon so much that he could kick me in my face and I would still be glad.“

You rolled your eyes as you scoffed which only made Jungkook exaggerate the situation. He let himself fall down on one of the swings dramatically placing the back of his hand on his head.

„Oh, why must I go through this pain? Why can‘t he love me back? Oh, Namjoon, oh, Namjoon... why don‘t you love me back?“

Before he could continue his terrible play you pushed him from the swing watching him fall down on his back but he started laughing hysterically. You, on the other hand, didn‘t find this funny at all. Jungkook might‘ve been exaggerating things but he wasn‘t lying, you really did like Namjoon. A lot. But you were too shy to make a move and Namjoon didn‘t seem like he was interested in you which only made your state even more hopeless.

„Y/N, you should see your face right now“, Jungkook stammered out in between his laughter trying to catch his breath. „You look so mad.“

He slowly stood up from the ground and dusted off his clothes while you stood there silently avoiding his eyes and he finally realized that you were serious.

„Hey, are you alright? You know it was just a joke, right? Y/N?“

But before he could tell you he was sorry tears were already streaming down your cheeks one by one and you couldn‘t stop yourself anymore. Jungkook‘s eyes widened and he quickly pulled you into his chest gently stroking your head while he apologized for hurting you.

„Please don‘t cry... I promise I will make it up to you“, his whispers filled your ears as your sobs slowly faded away and you calmed down again. Jungkook had always known how to make you feel better instantly, after all, he had known you for so many years already.

A few days later you were on your way over to Jungkook‘s dorm that he shared with a few friends. He had invited you for a movie night with the rest of the boys and you knew exactly that Namjoon was going to be there as well. Your nervousness kept increasing with each step that brought you closer to his place and you couldn‘t hide the shakiness of your voice when you greeted Seokjin who opened the door for you with a warm smile. You were more than glad when Jungkook finally came up to you to hug you tightly but before he let you go he whispered into your ear.

„Tonight is your chance, Y/N.“

You looked at him confused but he only smirked at you before he turned to walk into the living room where everyone was already sitting on the big couch with several bowls of popcorn. You walked in greeting everyone your eyes only flitting over the tall man sitting on the ground smiling shyly up at you. The couch only had a free spot next to your best friend and he patted next to him on the empty space telling you to sit down. Right next to you was Namjoon on the ground his eyes following you but you avoided his gaze knowing exactly what power it had over you.

Jungkook sighed to himself watching the way you were terribly shy around his Hyung trying to figure out a way to get you two to talk. He suddenly pulled his phone out of his pocket typing in a few messages before the movie started and half an hour later Seokjin was the first one to excuse himself to go to bed. A few minutes later Taehyung and Jimin stood up yawning loudly before they said goodnight to everyone and went to their rooms upstairs. Yoongi and Hoseok soon followed as Yoongi only said that the movie was boring. Now it was only you, Jungkook and Namjoon.

You dared to look to your right and saw how focused Namjoon was on the screen and to your left, you heard a loud yawn and you knew what was about to happen.

You turned your head to look at Jungkook with wide eyes silently pleading him not to leave you alone but he only winked at you before standing up to go to his room as well.

You sighed looking over to Namjoon whose eyes were now fixed on you curiously. Without another word he stood up and for a moment you thought he‘d go to bed as well but he went on to sit next to you on the couch. He turned his head to look at you as he smiled shyly the movie only being background noise as you two were filled in a bubble of silence. You smiled back trying hard to come up with a sentence but you failed miserably just staring into his beautiful eyes. Your heart was beating rapidly the blanket around your shoulders not really preventing the chills that spread over your whole body when he turned on the couch to face you.

„Y/N... can I ask you something?“

His voice broke the silence and brought you back to reality as you nodded. His eyes averted concentrated on his hands that were playing with the remote control. You were holding your breath in the whole time waiting for him to continue.

„Why do you keep avoiding me?“

His eyes finally moved up to you an insecure gaze fixing you that left you speechless. You didn‘t know that he‘d noticed you at all but apparently, he did.

But what were you supposed to tell him now?

„Uhm... I.. I‘m not avoiding you“, you stammered knowing how it must be sounding to him but you honestly didn‘t know what else to say at that moment. Namjoon only smiled painfully putting the remote control away folding his hands in front of him.

„Y/N, you can tell me if I‘d done something. You can be honest with me.“ His calm and deep voice made you feel guilty for lying but you couldn‘t just confess your feelings like that. You were scared of being rejected. But you couldn‘t sit there and let him think that you had something against him.

„No! It‘s nothing really. You didn‘t do anything you‘re perfect-“, you stopped mid-sentence staring at him with wide eyes. You didn‘t mean to blurt out those words but you did and now you couldn‘t do anything to take them back. Namjoon raised his brows skeptically but soon his face softened and a smile tugged at his lips.

„You‘re right. I didn‘t do anything and maybe that‘s exactly the problem.“

Your confused look only made him chuckle as he moved closer to you on the couch. His face was now closer than ever to you allowing you to admire the little details you‘d missed until now. How could someone look this good from every angle you thought to yourself before you shook your thoughts away quickly. He stared down at your hands as if he was thinking hard about something but suddenly he reached out to take your hands into his. The touch sent shivers down your spine and all hell broke loose in your stomach you could feel millions of butterflies flying inside. His eyes found yours again and the intensity was something you had only seen on movie screens.

„I should‘ve done this a long time ago.“

His voice filled the silent room while you held your breath again anxiously.

„But I always thought you didn‘t like me“, he continued as you silently shook your head.

„I was too scared of being rejected that I didn‘t dare to talk to you but I don‘t want to run away from it anymore. I want to spend more time with you, Y/N. I want to get to know you and find out all the little things you love so I can give them to you only to see that beautiful smile of yours. You have no idea how crazy I feel for having all these feelings bottled up inside of me and I’m finally ready to set them free. I want to be able to say out loud that I like you. I like you a lot, Y/N.“

A long silence filled the room and you were unable to process the things you‘d just heard. It was more than you‘d ever imagined and it was real. Namjoon slowly retreated his hands from yours suddenly feeling very insecure because of your lack of response. You immediately snapped out of your trance and quickly grabbed his hands to hold onto them tightly. Namjoon‘s head shot up in shock a hopeful shimmer in his eyes he stared at you as you finally managed to tell him the words you‘d waited to say for so long.

„I like you too, Namjoon. I always have.“

Before any of you could say another word you heard shouts coming from the other side of the living room and you turned your head in shock.

„Finally! This conversation was long overdue.“

The boys walked in with loud cheers and you tried to hide your face that had turned red in an instant but suddenly you felt strong arms pull you back and before you realized you were lying on Namjoon‘s chest his arms wrapped around you like a protective shield.

Jungkook and you shared a look as you just smiled at him mouthing a silent ‚thank you‘.

Masterlist

Request Your Own Imagine

[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Ayato Sakamaki (Story 10 + CG)

This chapter was amazing, prepare tissues because I literally cried an hour over this (╥_╥) I loved this so much, I hope you do too! ♡

Place: Outside - Forest

Yui: (From that point we’re trying to go to the Scarlet mansion, but it's hard to find it—)

Hey, Ayato-kun. Is it really around here?

Ayato: ...

(Admin note: this cutie got lost iM-)

Yui: (He‘s silent... don’t tell me...)

Ayato: Well, if we just continue walking we‘ll get there

Yui: (I was right! I thought he‘s silent because he’s thinking about a strategy but we‘re just lost in the forest)

Laito: So you mean, we‘re lost in the forest?

Subaru: We’re getting more and more lost. Is that really your intension!?

Kanato: It‘s literally the worst. I'm so tired and I can’t walk anymore

Subaru: We should sit down for a second. We all need to rest for at least a little

Laito: If you don't know the way, you should‘ve told us already

We just continued walking and now we can't tell where we are anymore

Ayato: Ah! Shut up! If you walk according to what I say, we‘d arrive soon!

Kanato: You‘re so confident with your none existing skills. That confidence just caused us to get lost in the forest

Yui: (Haha, seeing it this way, I am glad that the usual reverse winding routine returned)

(But it's a little hard to go around in this forest forever)

*footsteps*

Yui: ... ah

(... my consciousness is fading)

(I wasn’t blood sucked or anything but, I might be tired from walking all the time)

(But if I say it now, I may be annoying to everyone. Let's try to be patient a little more)

*footsteps*

Kanato: I can’t walk anymore. When will we reach the scarlet mansion?

I won‘t walk one step further then this until you can direct the way!

Laito: I‘m tired too. Can’t we go home already?

Subaru: It's a mistake that Ayato is the head of this. We should just return home

Ayato: Okay, fine! Well then look around and look for the way!

Subaru: Heh? We just followed your instructions! I‘m not taking orders from an idiot anymore

Ayato: What did you say!?

Laito: I admit, I hate to stay here forever. It's bothersome, but stop fighting over it

Subaru: Damnit, I wish I could‘ve prevented Ayato from the beginning

Kanato: Theres no other way. Let’s look for a place to rest

Yui: (I wonder if this is all right... It would be nice if we could get to Reiji's mansion safely)

Ayato: It's strange, their memories are gone and yet the act like they never lost them

Yui: Yes, everyone acts like they usually do

Even if their memories are strange, you won’t lose your true identity.

Ayato: Well then, you hated me for not acting like I usually did when I lost my memories, didn’t you?

Yui: ... huh?

Ayato: The bad things I did to you, how I treated you...

♡Roses♡

Ayato's arm: Ah, I wanted to touch you more... but, I ended up hurting you the entire time.

Yui's cheek: Don’t look at everyone like that... the way your eyes are staring at me now, they really make me feel a little stronger.

Ayato: I only did that because my memories were insane

but, in your eyes I saw how afraid you were.

Or was it Ruki who told you that I couldn‘t control my strength and I‘d kill you like that?

If that crazy figure was the original me...

You might’ve ran away someday and never remember my name...

Yui: (Hey, Ayato-kun, were you always troubled by your feelings like this?)

— it‘s okay

because there’s nothing wrong with Ayato-kun anymore.

I will stay by your side, now and forever. That's fine, isn't it?

Ayato: You...

Looks like you became tougher

Yui: That might be true, but only when I‘m with you

Ayato: Idiot, you‘re truly fine

Ayato: But, I guess this is a good thing. Please don‘t leave me as well *kisses*

Yui: *kisses*

(...his kisses... are warm and soft...)

(Please feel relieved, Ayato-kun. I like you no matter what happens, nothing can hold me back from falling for you again)

Ayato: Moments like those are making me feel like all the bad things never happened

Yui: (His mood has returned to it’s usual condition. That‘s good... it’s all right now)

Let's meet Shu and Reiji-san and go home together

Ayato: In this ambience, you shouldn’t mention the names of other men.

I already told you that I‘m the only one for you. It's almost time to realize that...

*Ayato bites Yui*

Yui: Ah...

(He‘s bitting my earlobe! It’s painful but on the other side it tickles a little bit... !)

S-Stop...

Ayato: Nope, I won’t. Your reaction is interesting and I won’t stop here.

But you didn’t resist my punishment. So that’s for you... *kisses*

Yui: Ngh... *kisses*

(My body feels hot... the power of his kisses are getting me every time)

(I want to kiss him more like this. I want to be here forever ...)

Kanato: Excuse me. Why are you playing instead of doing your chores?

Yui: (Kya, Kanato-kun !? He probably saw the previous kiss... !)

Ayato: Tch, none of your business

Kanato: If you don’t hurry up we’re going to leave you two here

Yui: Huh? You found a way already?

Kanato: Obviously

Yui: That’s...

Kanato: Now let’s hurry up so we can return home soon and I can finally sleep peacefully

Subaru: Hey. I hope you’re not joking about that

Laito: Oh? You really found a way out of here?

Kanato: You all are useless. I'm on the way to the mansion already, so please hurry up and follow me

Yui: (It‘s rare that Kanato-kun acts like this. Is that really the Kanato-kun I know...)

Place: Scarlet Mansion — Outside

Kanato: — Here it is. That’s the scarlet mansion

Ayato: Seriously, we found it

Laito: Ahh~ finally

Subaru: ... ugh

Yui: Thanks to you Kanato-kun. Thank you so much!

Kanato: No, you don’t need to thank me

Yui: (I wanted to thank you, Kanato-kun .... but something seems wrong)

(If you look at the words and expressions of Kanato-kun, I‘d become anxious. But why?)

*time passes*

Subaru: Hey, don’t push

Ayato: I’m not pushing. You’re just taking too much space

Laito: Ayato was it, wasn’t it? You’re literally taking space for two people

Kanato: I can barely manage to sit here. Please go further away

Yui: Hey, everyone. We’re still hiding you should be a little more quiet ...!

Ayato: You should be quiet. Your voice is the loudest right now

Subaru: Hey look there. I can see someone coming

Yui: ... huh

*someone appears*

Kino: How bothersome. Why do I need to go outside with Yuma

Yuma: The same goes for me with you. I can’t handle your appearance

Ayato: That’s Yuma and the other one is Kino

Subaru: They’re leaving the mansion. I wonder where they plan to go?

Laito: Maybe a reconnaissance?

Ayato: This could be our chance. It’s true that only Shu and Reiji are in the mansion right?

Yui: Yes, I’m sure about that

(I’m really going to meeting Shu and Reiji. I feel kinda nervous ...)

(The other day Ayato-kun was just seriously injured, but what should I do if this happens again ...)

(No, this time I can count on Ayato-kun. Somehow we will make them remember their memories and ask for cooperation!)

(If neither Shu nor Reiji's memories return, then... I don’t know what to do)

(I should think positive! Let's do our best!)

Ayato: OK, we’ll get in immediately. Let's go!

Kanato: I’ll wait here because I’m too tired to walk anymore

Laito: I won’t go either, but do your best

Subaru: If you want to go there, go for it. I’ll wait here

Ayato: Hah?! Hey, what’s with you all!

Laito: You see, it would be a problem if those two who just left would come back. So we’ll watch over here

Right? Subaru and I will warn you if something happens

Subaru: I can decide things on my own. The point is that you just want someone to stay with you

Kanato: I will watch over here as well. Please bring me some delicious sweets from the Scarlet mansion

Ayato: You all...

It's alright, if I'm going in alone, I’ll bring as much information as possible!

Subaru: So said that when we started walking already. Now hurry up and go in!

Yui: Hey Ayato-kun. I’ll go with you...

*Yui struggles to walk*

Yui: ...huh

Ayato: Hey, what are you talking about? You can barely manage to stand

Yui: (That’s right... my feet are weak and my head hurts)

(If Ayato-kun wouldn’t support me, I’d fall over)

Sorry, I’m stumbling a little

(Should I give it a shot? I came so far and I can’t give up now —)

Ayato: Are you really okay?

Choices

1) — I’m okay (white) ♡♡♡

2) — Should I wait here? (black)

— I’m okay♡

Yui: Yes, I’m fine

Ayato: If you say so. That’s good tho. But if you can’t walk anymore, tell me immediately

Yui: (Is he worried about me? Ayato-kun is... so gentle...)

— Should I wait here?

Yui: All right. It’s probably better to stay here and not get in your way right?

Ayato: No, if you stay behind me, you won’t get in trouble

Yui: Yes. All right

end Choices

Ayato: It's dangerous to go with me, but if you stay here, I can’t guarantee laito won‘t do anything weird.

So that why, you should walk behind me. Don’t go anyway else

Yui: Yes understood! I won’t leave Ayato-kun’s side!

(I will go along with him. It was a good decision)

Place: Scarlet Mansion — Corridor

Ayato: Good, we managed to get in through the window

Yui: Yeah, we got in the house. Is this ... the Corridor?

Ayato: Why is nobody here then? Let’s head to the livingroom

Yui: Yes

Place: Scarlet Mansion — Living room

Ayato: Hey! Is anyone here?

Yui: Ayato-kun! We’ll be found if you yell around like that!

Ayato: What are you saying. We’re searching for them anyway, so we need to make them notice we’re here

*Shu and Reiji appear*

Shu: ... be quiet. You’re too noisy

Reiji: Looks like Eve is paying us a visit, Shu. You should welcome her friendly

Yui: Oh, Reiji and Shu-san!

Ayato: Ha, I knew you two are in a place like this. It’s only usual that you’re in the living room

Shu: Don’t act like you know us. We just waited here because we knew your next movement

Reiji: You’re right. Seems like the rat really got trapped in our mansion.

That’s why, it‘s really nice from you to bring Eve directly to our mansion already. We should thank you.

Ayato: Tch, stick that thank you wherever you want. I won’t give her to you in the first place.

Reiji: You still are pretty disrespectful, even after you lost the last fight. Now Shu, let‘s get Eve this time

Shu: ...yes

Yui: (Reiji and Shu got up. I guess I can't prevent a fight anymore)

(But the real purpose is to restore their memories, but Ayato-kun forgot about this, right?)

(I hope we can return to a normal family again …)

[junostjames]

this episode showed me some things: 1st - I kind of liked Kelly Ann and of course nobody deserves death but she really was a snitch. ok she said she did it because of what devon told her but why she when teresa confronted her tried to ruin hers and james relationship although she knew T has feelings for him?? a so called sister and family doesn’t do this, she should‘ve come straight to her, so this sister talk all bullshit imo

2nd Pote: I know he is a very popular character and almost everyone loves him but this time he seemed really dumb to me. He didn‘t act rational, directly draw his conclusion that James is the mole without regarding anything else and trying to convince Teresa, always with his silly sentences like „He is different than us“, maybe he likes and accepts him but it is senseless first to say he would die for you and then acting like he is the only option to be traitor although he knows Teresa probably loves this guy But with KA he was totally blind and hurt, James had to kill her (I hadn‘t done it for him at this point but maybe that was personal for James) and didn’t even apologize to him. Conclusion: in like 10 min lmao James figured that some shit was played with him and made them kind of look dumb in the end and people complaining he closed of to T,she deserved it,he was so sweet the episode and she cold again I‘m more TeamJames than ever after that lol

Hey, anon! Sorry for getting to this so late. I’d say trying to ruin Teresa and James’ relationship was the least bad thing Kelly Anne did, lol, all things considered. She framed James as the mole which would have, minimum, resulted in him being thrown out of the cartel and Teresa dumping him. Y’all know Pote would’ve been calling for his head. Teresa almost died in that missile attack in Bolivia. I think Kelly Anne made a poor but understandable choice and realized too late what she should have done (which was go to Teresa, you’re right). I think she genuinely did love Teresa, tho.

Pote isn’t my favorite character by a stretch. I understand that others love him and I get why but I can’t get over what happened in Sinaloa and that all the development for his relationship with Teresa happened off-screen. He didn’t just jump to conclusions this time, tho. When Teresa called him she asked him if he was alone before telling him about the tracker. He asked her if she thought if might be James, because of the connection to Devon, and she said she didn’t know. So he was ultimately following Teresa’s lead. She had her doubts, tho, which Pote never did and that was his failing. He didn’t consider all the angles including James being much better at sneaky shady shit than that. I did hate that comment about James not being like them, tho, because I don’t know what that means exactly but it wasn’t meant as a compliment. (I’ve always thought that people make too many generous assumptions about Pote just because we see him in the flash forwards. He has his failings as a person and sicario, once placed his pride before Teresa’s life, and at the end of the day “men like Pote only follow the strong” is a compliment but a warning too.) 

I’m not going to defend what Teresa did as having been right, because it wasn’t. She was wrong, she shouldn’t have assumed it was James, she should have gone to him and been upfront about what was happening. However. Setting aside that Teresa isn’t the same trusting person she was in season one, or even the more guarded woman she was at the end of season two when she left Guero behind, there were things that pointed to James. The connection to Devon, the use of a tracker. If we’re being honest, the clues that pointed to Kelly Anne weren’t as direct (she was using and acting squirrely all the time, she would be easy to blackmail; other clues were for the audience such as Devon’s conversation at the end of 3x05 which Teresa wasn’t privy to).

Teresa knew on some level it wasn’t James, that’s why she had her doubts from the beginning; even when there were solid clues pointing to him. What suggested to her that it wasn’t him is their connection, her feelings for him, etc., and these are things she’s spent most of this season refusing to acknowledge. Which was the problem.

[mitteninsherzz]

You should‘ve told me before you ever pressed your lips against mine that you don‘t understand the meaning of love you should‘ve told me before speaking all these promises out loud that loving me comes along with destroying me and everything I‘ve ever hoped for how can you live with having planted the idea of a future in me but making me leave as soon as the flower starts growing I trusted you more than myself and you came first, you always came first did touching her make you feel like you’re worth something because I feel like I’m worth nothing and I see that you know I’m right, you always do but you are too far away, too lost but I am lost too and I found you still you are not strong enough I would’ve been the only one to save you You should’ve told me that you don’t know what love is before you made yourself the air that my lungs breathe because now I am choking again choking on my thoughts and on yours too choking because I can’t feel the hate that I should feel choking on the things that I would still do for you this time it’s too much I’ve always been better at hide than at seek but you won I only didn’t know the rules She was right I deserve so much more but I believed you I really did people like to say that life goes on but I don’t see no life no more You should’ve told me I can’t possibly give more than my everything so if this everything can’t make your love strong enough or if this everything is not strong enough to show you the right way then maybe you should’ve told me earlier that regardless of how many times you tell me you love me and regardless of how much you believe that you don’t know how to deal with that feeling So after all the answer is no you haven’t thought it through because you don’t like to think but I do They will tell you it’s normal but what is normal about knowing each other and by knowing I mean understanding and living with this person sharing your darkest thoughts and your happiest moments with this person and then it just stops how can it ever stop? Love never stops I gave you all of my thoughts my dreams and feelings so that now there’s nothing left inside me you knew about my fears and I hope this follows you for the rest of your sad life and that in a few years time when maybe your head is more clear and maybe your intentions are no longer fragile and maybe you learned how to speak your mind in the right way that you look back at us and you miss me so much that you want to rip out your eyes and that you realize how your life could be by now and that our love could’ve gotten us through anything if only you’d been willing to fight The language that I didn’t ever want to stop talking in the only words I can remember are goodbyes and on my wall I can’t stop staring at this hole you left behind you were my home and oh god did I believe every single word you said I still believe that you meant it only you didn’t know how to keep it but I’m not strong enough for the two of us I’m not naive I know you and I’ve always seen your bad parts so clearly I could hear the demons in your head but you know what they visit me too I told myself to fall in love with your flaws too because love lasts that’s why I can’t accept this And my things are still in my car and food has no taste and I can’t sleep because you’re not sleeping next to me but when I’m sleeping I’m only having nightmares then I wake up and the nightmare doesn’t stop You make it all look so easy so goddamn easy it’s been eight days I’ve been living every day of the week without you but in my head I’m still meeting you in your next cigarette break When people asked you how you fell in love with me your answer was “it just happens, doesn’t it” while I told them about the night you first cooked for me and how the firework was too romantic to be real and how much I hated clichés how long it took you to kiss me and the way you first said I love you how we could stare into each others eyes for hours and how you used to tell me that I’m your complete world that I don’t have to be scared and which song you want to have played at our marriage and how it’s hard to dance to it I also told them how I was screaming at you in public because screaming is always better than being silent You took this passion away from me and all these memories taste so bitter now being with you felt like coming home after a long journey of misunderstanding and one-sided love it was being heard and seen it was safety and comfort And oh did it take me ages to cut the robes that were holding me and did you see how my hand was shaking when I finally did it? I couldn’t help letting you become the meaning of my life I couldn’t help it I know I left but I never wanted to you know too well that with a few words you could’ve made me stay I don’t want this this is not fair, it’s so very far from fair sometimes I hated you so much you didn’t always treat me how you were supposed to I was angry and I was hurt but I talked to you I still saw galaxies in your eyes anyway I am so much younger than you but I am so much wiser too It’s simple to say you’re a bad person that after everything you’ve done to me after everything I found out that you have to be called a liar because you are but I can’t And now I’m sitting here contemplating what to do with my life and how I could ever feel comfortable in someone else’s arms and I watch everything around me going back to normal when I still can’t speak because no combination of words could describe what I’m feeling And now I’m sitting here asking myself questions that not even you can answer but why couldn’t you tell me earlier that you don’t know what to do with all this love I’m contemplating what to do with my life because no matter how many lines I write no matter how long I analyze your behavior no matter how many texts I send your mother and now matter how loud I scream no matter how many hours I cry and shots I drown no matter how bad I want to finally wake up nothing is going to bring you back You healed my wounds and I was healing yours too but you’re not ready for them to heal alcohol and drugs and closing your eyes and running away they were better friends to you so you ripped mine back open and now they are so much deeper than before After making a life with you I don’t want to live this life anymore if it means living it without you and you knew it god you knew everything

what i want to tell you but you already know

[fyodor-dostoyevsky]

That one ice skating anime that took over the world. (And my thoughts on it, because I had to let them out.)

Ajdkhgkh it took me forever to get to here, honestly. I forgot when the last ep of Yuri on Ice even aired? Was it two or three weeks ago? Well, it isn‘t as important, I suppose. Before I delve into my thoughts, I just want to say one thing, though: this is my blog, and this is my opinion. You are allowed to agree or disagree with it, but I ask one thing of you - please be respectful when/if you state your opinion. I won‘t go flaming or bitching over anyone here, and I‘d like to expect the same courtesy back. Thank you!

This has been a trip. At first I‘ve thought I‘d never go through watching this anime at all because the toxicity and negative opinions of a few members of fanbase that I had on my previous blog‘s dash completely turned me off; it got seriously out of control. I literally had no idea how it turned into YOI hate place, and... quite frankly, I hated it; I didn‘t need it, I didn‘t ask for it, neither did I sign up for it. It got far enough for me to block the whole tag altogether for a little while and stop thinking about anime altogether. Which is sad. Because, despite how many flaws the anime does have and I will not deny them/will touch upon them shortly, there is still a sweet and beautiful story hidden within it. There‘re a few aspects of it that could definitely be executed differently, and better, but... I grew to like it, despite its flaws thanks to a few wonderful people on my new dash that raised my interest back and made me love it all over again. I thank you for that, guys! I‘m glad I gave it another chance.

The first couple of episodes definitely hook you up; Yuuri, despite being quite a typical anime protagonist, with his upbeat voice and slightly hilarious personality grows to your heart rather quickly. It‘s really easy to feel for him in these eps, and it‘s really easy to sympathise with him, and how he feels in regards of his skating career, Viktor, and himself. However, I will not ever deny that I did not like Yuuri one bit for a little long after those first couple of eps passed. I do not know if it was because how quick-paced the anime got all of a sudden - his fears, his emotions, his mind process couldn‘t get through and to me no matter what. And I did try to like him, I did try to sympathise, I did try to see what the authors wanted to portray. But I just couldn‘t.

There are many flaws in this anime (with portrayal of Yuuri‘s fears in next ep or two being one of them), but this one was particularly apparent to me - the pace. Everything, every single episode after the third one was just too quick for me to follow; too many characters introduced at once, and I couldn‘t, for the love of anything, get to know them as much as I wanted to or should have. It all took quite a bit of time to settle down, and quite a bit of thought collecting to understand. But despite all that? I still grew to love the anime all the same. Especially because I did grow used to the pace although I did wish for a slower one, and perhaps a filler ep or two of showing what happened between these tournaments so I could feel with these characters more, and sympathise with them more.

Now, you‘re probably wondering why am I bringing up all the negative points if I still loved it so much - my answer to that is simple. I‘m bringing them up because I know they‘re there. I know it isn‘t perfect, and in a lot of ways it didn‘t meet my expectations or made me understand where the whole hype train for it came from. I‘m not going to say this anime‘s the best of the best, because it‘s not. But what I‘ll say is that‘s definitely a very enjoyable and sweet, if you‘re ready to look past its flaws. And I am, and I was.

Anyways, on the matter of Yuuri - I was quite concerned about how this will go through, and if I‘ll even be able to like him after again. My SO, who watched the anime with me, kept me up to date on where should I be careful, and might find him slightly irritating, if I may say so. It was quite amusing, though, because where they‘d told me I‘ll be the most annoyed with him, I actually liked him the most - it was the scene on that (underground?) parking lot, where Victor tells him he‘s going to quit being his coach if he doesn‘t perform up to standards. I‘m not sure which ep that was, I‘m sorry guys! That‘s where the authors, in my opinion, hit the right buttons for me. Up until then, I didn‘t feel Yuuri‘s anxiety and fears, and well as concerns at all, let alone his performances as skater. But after that? It‘s plain as day for me; his performances defnitely shifted around. And all I could think was FINALLY, I‘m able to love this boy (again). Perhaps I was just always a little too harsh on him altogether, expected too much, - but it was really good to see him finally open up and share his fears with the one he‘s supposed to trust the most. Ever since then? He was way easier to watch, and way easier to understand. And now I can proudly say I love him quite a lot. He‘s matured afterwards; it‘s a slow process, but it‘s definitely there.  

I‘ll touch upon russian Yuri second, because I have quite a bit of baggage to drop for Victor, but only a few words for this boy. He‘s been my favorite since very beginning, and it stayed so until last. It was beyond beautiful to see him grow into what he was at the end of the series; I love how he kept his grump. It‘s what makes him, him. And I just, love him a lot haha. (BUT SERIOUSLY, WHAT‘S WITH THAT ROMANTIC RANDOM SCENE WITH OTABEK HAHA. It was so cute, don‘t get me wrong. But def a smart shipbait! I mean, I love those two together all the same anyway.~)

Now my dear Victor... I honestly, and truly won‘t ever understand where did all the hate for him come from. Just like any other character in the series, he‘s just a man. With quite a personality, but he‘s h-u-m-a-n, and I‘ll stress that out to everyone. I can understand some may not like him for that, though, I suppose. It‘s really hard to read people who‘re generally desplayed as mysterious, upbeat and cheerful and just outright hilarious (if you ask me, though, part of this was made for a sole purpose of him being somewhat like a comic relief, but there‘s definitely a layer or two besides that).

But like, through each and every ep, I could see him genuinely care for Yuuri (in his own way, but it was there)? He gave him advice (because he knew Yuuri more than anyone else) and Yuuri decided to diss them outright, he dragged him away when he was feeling stressed, he slept on him so he couldn‘t get up and get some rest, he covered his ears so he wouldn‘t listen and rise his anxiety up further - I remember reading a lot of shit thrown at him after he threw an ultimatum at Yuuri about how he wanted to quit being his coach -- but honestly, if you watched closely, if you observed every scene before that one, you could see that was the only thing he could do or think of that he did not do already.

You must understand he is not a professional counsellor, and he did not sign up to be one. He signed up to be a professional ice skating coach, and he had standards to uphold. Besides that, if we just see him as Yuuri‘s boyfriend, he‘s human. He tried everything, and nothing got through Yuuri. So the last thing he thought about is shattering that little that was left (perhaps a wall Yuuri built around himself) -- and guess what, despite some may call it ‚manipulative‘ or ‚abusive‘, it worked on Yuuri. He opened up. He cried. He finally let out everything that worried him. That‘s the most important thing that happened there, more important than how his words came across to some of the watchers (it‘s still all individual‘s interpretation), more important than nitpicking them. He opened up to him. He told him exactly what he wants. And did Victor give him anything else? No. He gave him what was asked of him. It may not have been the perfect confrontation, it may have hurt as hell, but in my opinion, it had to be done. Again, a lot of this would be better and clearer if the series actually showed how much they trained together and everything Victor gave out for Yuuri in that training. But a lot of that was skipped out in favor to progress the series faster, so I can understand how some people could not see the development that happened between.

A lot of hate discussions I happened to read back then were also based on his broken promise to Yuri. If you ask me, he never forgot about it. In my opinion, he‘s too smart to forget about something like that. He may not have been next to Yuri as he said he would be, he may not have watched his every step, but the way I‘ve seen it was that he knew Yuri could do just fine without him/would do even better if he wasn‘t there, next to him. He knew he was strong enough; capable enough. And he knew his debut would be great and it was in the end. He was able to pull it off. Perhaps that‘s just my view on this, and I may as well be wrong - but I‘m absolutely certain he did not just forget about him out there. Episode 10 shows fairly well how much he knows all the skaters - I‘m sure he knew Yuri quite well, as well. I also would like to touch upon the scene that did, indeed, shake me up a little bit (and has again gained Victor lots of hate again, haha). I‘ll say I do not agree with it (though Yuri did kick Victor a few times quite hard himself); the reaction could‘ve as weel been very different; Victor could‘ve taken another route. But in my opinion, this one lays on the writers themselves. It was exectured very poorly, indeed. However, I think what they wanted to represent with it way one of the Victor‘s flaws/the way he can be if someone pisses him off very much. Again, could‘ve been executed a lot better, and maybe they should‘ve taken a different route for this one. But I won‘t defend Victor on this action - I believe, as an adult, he should‘ve taken another route. (We can‘t always get what we want though, and sometimes must accept what we get instead. Will this scene make me love Victor less, though? Likely not. I wanna clarify though, again. I do not support force as an educational action. However, we all know it‘s there; sometimes it can be inevitable. And with that I mean when somebody really messes up - or, I dunno. Perhaps this is just Eastern outlook, though. As someone who comes from one of the Slavic countries and was raised on a few principles that could indeed be questionable elsewhere, I can say I can partly understand Victor here. But then none of the series is truly based on the real world so?? That probably shouldn‘t be an excuse to make for him here.)    

Holy cow, this is getting long, but I suppose I have a lot to say here, though I do think I‘ve covered most of the main points here. Perhaps I could stop by the Victuuri as a ship, and if their relationship is toxic and unhealthy or not. I honestly didn‘t see it as unhealthy (again, my opinion here). More than that, I‘ve probably seen it as a little unrealistic - but beautiful nevertheless. I MEAN, IT‘S FICTION IN THE END. I do not think Yuuri was the one who was dependant on Victor (maybe he was, but only at the begginig) - I think it was actually the other way around, mainly because I believe Victor ran away from all the pressure, from all the expectations he got from all over the world, from everything he had to get through by his own self through all these years to find the love for skating he once had. Yuuri was his solace, his safe haven. And I think I‘m allowed to find that beautiful. Meanwhile, he was a good influence on Yuuri - he gave him that strength he lacked and faith in himself and his abilities, he helped him grow; helped him (partly) overcome his anxiety at least. In the end it wasn‘t just some kind of an unhealthy obsession - if he had to, I strongly believe he‘d do just fine without Victor at this point (but he doesn‘t have to). They both have their strengths and weaknesses, and they balance each other out. And what I love the most out of it all? There‘s no OMFG I‘M GAY WHAT IF HE HATES ME FOR THAT; OMFG HE’D NEVER LOOK AT ME THAT WAY AHHH; OMFG WHAT IF WORLD HATES ME FOR IT stuff that‘s overused in BL content/fetishised in a lot of writing I see around. And man, that‘s refreshing as hell.

[bts-fantasy]

part eleven

Genre: Thriller AU

Characters: Yoongi, Hoseok x Reader

Previous — Next

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was your first day of school after missing a whole week. Hoseok was so nice to send you all of the notes he took while you‘d been struggling to even get out of your bed each day. He and his sister had helped you to get out of your room at least and you actually had a great time if it wasn‘t for the surprise that had been waiting for you at home.

Jae had quickly left the house after telling you the news and you weren‘t able to close your eyes even a little bit for the rest of the night.

Your thoughts were constantly revolving around Yoongi and the messages from the stalker as you tried to calm yourself down again. You tried to avoid thinking of Yoongi being the stalker now that it was proven that he‘s innocent. But there was still a restless feeling inside of your chest that you couldn‘t shake off.

Maybe it was your mind going insane trying to find a scapegoat for the things that’s been happening to you. Maybe you didn‘t want to think of the stalker still being out there somewhere looking for you or maybe it was your own guilt gnawing at you for jumping to conclusions without talking to Yoongi first.

You wouldn‘t be able to look him in the eye anymore and you were certain that he‘d never want to see you again either.

You sighed picking up your bag and walked out of your house as the same thoughts kept running through your mind again and again like a broken record.

It was a sunny November day but as soon as you stepped out you could feel the icy wind hit your bare face and you instantly regretted not bringing your scarf with you to keep you warm.

Halfway through the day, you questioned your decision of showing up to class at all. You weren‘t paying attention at all as you kept doodling in your notebook trying not to fall asleep.

Suddenly, you felt someone slighlty poke your side and turned to look at Hoseok who was smiling at you warmly. You only then noticed, how everyone was packing their stuff and your things were still scattered across the table. Waking up from your doze you quickly stuffed your things in your bag and followed your friend outside.

„The class was really interesting today, don‘t you think?“, Hoseok asked as soon as you‘d left the classroom.

„Y-yeah. Totally.“

Hoseok laughed knowing that you hadn‘t paid any attention but stopped when he saw your spaced out expression. He knew that your mind was somewhere far away and leaned down to talk to you quietly.

„Don‘t worry, I‘ll send you the notes I took.“

It was the first time for that day that you smiled genuinely and his face immediately lit up when he looked at you. He went on to ask you to study with him and when you tried to come up with an excuse he convinced you by inviting you for a drink.

The rest of the afternoon you tried to catch up with the work you‘d missed for the past week and Hoseok was ready to help you whenever it was needed. Sitting in front of your friend at your regular place in your favorite café studying together almost made you feel like everything was back to normal again. It reminded you of the time when everything was going smoothly without any disturbance. You‘d gotten used to the life in the new town after moving here and you’d felt like you were finally able to breathe.

But somehow life always found a way to knock you down.

You let out a deep sigh closing your book shut as Hoseok did the same. You both decided to go home after looking at the dark sky outside of the café. Diving into your studies for the past couple of hours had helped you to distract your mind for a while and you were glad that you‘d been able to get your work done in such a short amount of time. It made you feel good.

You were walking down the street of your little neighborhood looking forward to a long, warm bath when suddenly a voice shouted your name behind you. You immediately froze in your tracks not being able to move and turn around to face him because you knew exactly who was calling you. You tried to ignore it and move forward as you sped up your pace to reach your house but you heard his footsteps hitting the concrete indicating that he was running to catch up with you.

„Y/N! Wait!“

You closed your eyes not wanting to see him or hear him as your heart was hammering against your chest. But you knew you wouldn‘t be able to escape and when you opened your eyes again Yoongi was standing right in front of you.

His cheeks tinted in a rosy color as small clouds of breath left his lips when he exhaled. The black strands of his messy hair almost covering his dark eyes. You stopped breathing for a moment looking at his face trying to unravel your thoughts and feelings about the boy standing right in front of you.

Yoongi seemed to be doing the same thing because now that he was finally in front of you he couldn‘t think of anything to say. His lips parted and closed again as he was desperately trying to form a sentence to tell you everything that he‘d been thinking of lately. But he couldn‘t.

After a moment of complete silence that felt like the world had stopped turning for a while, Yoongi somehow managed to get a word out.

„Why... why did you do it?“

You looked up to meet his eyes that were glistening with unshed tears. You had never seen him so broken before and it was tearing you apart wanting to hold him tight but you refrained from doing so. The guilt you were feeling inside was unbearable and you could feel your own eyes burning by the thought of what you‘d done.

„Yoongi... I...“, you stumbled over your own words as your voice cracked. However, Yoongi remained silent waiting for your response patiently.

„I‘m sorry...“, you finally whispered knowing it would never ever fix the damage that you‘d done but you meant it with your whole heart.

„When I saw those pictures on your laptop I freaked out and I immediately called the police. I know I should‘ve confronted you first but I was so scared. I‘m so sorry, Yoongi and I understand if you don‘t want to see me ever ag-“

You didn‘t get to finish the sentence as you suddenly got pulled into a tight hug. Yoongi‘s arms wound around your waist as if they were made only to hold you. He buried his head in the crook of your neck sending shivers down your spine as he kept whispering to you.

„I dont‘t want to leave you, Y/N. I couldn‘t even if I wanted to.“

His words were the last straw and you burst into tears clinging onto him as if your life depended on it. Droplets of your tears stained his hoodie but you were too busy inhaling the familiar scent of him to even care.

You had missed him so much and you were finally able to admit it without feeling weird inside. You needed him and you loved him.

Yoongi pulled back and you could see his red eyes indicating that you weren‘t the only one who was crying and you reached out to gently wipe his tear-stained cheeks. He leaned into your touch loving the feeling of your soft hands and you took the opportunity to get on your tip toes to place a quick peck on his lips which startled him.

You giggled at his perplexed expression but soon it turned into a smirk before he pulled you into a deep and passionate kiss. Now it was you who yelped at the sudden action but you enjoyed every second of it with a content smile on your lips.

You walked into your house with the biggest smile on your face as you thought back to the moment you and Yoongi had shared just a few minutes ago and you felt like things were finally looking up.

But just in that moment,your phone rang inside of your pocket...

A/N: after a long process and few minor breakdowns I was finally able to post this chapter!🥳 today was great, I hope you also had a nice day or are still havin‘ a great day hehe🤓😋

There are two parts left of this AU and then I‘ll go back to my main series that I‘ve been neglecting this whole time (woohoo...😣)

Anyways thanks for reading & I hope you enjoyed this!🥰

Masterlist

[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Ayato Sakamaki (Story 02)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! I’m an amateur translator, but I hope you do enjoy it anyway!♡

Place: Orange Mansion ー Ayato's room

Ayato: (Tch, yesterday was weird. I thought that I’d just enjoy my time and play with Chichinashi)

(Was that, dazzling... because I sucked her blood?)

(Oh, it's definitely because it was thick, sweet and delicious. Its only nature to feel that way.)

(— but, that taste... It felt kind of nostalgic. Why...?)

Ah....uhh...?

(Not good... I should definitely stop thinking about it. I might get better like that)

Shit, I remembered that blood and I immediately got thirsty.

OK. I will go to the her room and drink as much as possible.

Besides, it is natural that I have Eve by my side.

That’s right. I will become the king and the best...

Place: Orange Mansion ー unoccupied room

Yui: (Ayato-kun... He really forgot about me)

(But If I think about it, it seems that not only Ayato-kun, everyone has a strange memory.)

(At such a time, what should I do from now on?)

(— Ayato-kun, will probably... not remember me from now on?)

*footsteps appear*

Yui: —!

(This approaching footsteps... could it be Ayato-kun !?)

Ayato: Yo, Ayato-sama went to your room to check if you’re okay! So, how are you?

Yui: I, uhm..

(In this current situation, I can’t be happy ...)

(I also, don’t think Ayato-kun came here because he’s worried...)

Ayato: I am thirsty. So you should offer me your blood

Yui: (Yeah, it looks like I thought. Ayato just came here to suck my blood)

Ah, Ayato-kun. I want you to knock at least. Because I am surprised if it is so sudden

Ayato: I don’t care. I thought I’m allowed to enter when I want to

Yui: (He’s not listening at all...)

Ayato: I said that I am thirsty tho. Hurry up and give me your blood already!

Yui: (I feel like... I came back to when I first met him)

(Although I finally started to understand, Ayato-kun is not the same —)

(We even got over all the hard and sad things together, we became lovers, have you really forgotten it all?)

Ayato: What are you waiting for. I’ll suck your blood, whatever you say!

Yui: Ah! Wait! I want you to listen to a story from me!

Ayato: A story? I’ll listen to it after I sucked your blood.

*Ayato pushes Yui*

Yui: Kya!

(I’m forced against the wall—)

Ayato: Hehe.. that looks good. Don’t struggle. I’ll go and suck from the same place as yesterday.

Make sure to feel the pleasure.  Aren’t you happy and excited about it? That’s why...

Yui: ....

(Oh, I’m used to be sucked by Ayato because... he is my partner, maybe that’s why im not scared?)

Ayato: — What is that? Be more scared, you’re making me bored like that.

Yui: huh?

Ayato: I wonder what happened to you yesterday. You’re not scared at all.

Yui: ....yes, it’s like I said before.

(Its not like that it’s my first time, that I’m forced to let him suck my blood...)

(Without noticing, I probably got used to it.)

(At the end, this Ayato-kun is not different to the person I fell in love with)

...yes. I’m not scared at all.

Ayato: You do, really know your place now. Are you finally giving me more of that delicious face? ...*kisses* 

Yui: ...hey!

(He kissed my neck...!)

Ayato: Heh, your voice finally came out. You should enjoy it more, because I won’t stop here. Entertain me.

Yui: (He‘s really going to suck the same place...!)

(I should not get swept away with my thoughts. I need to make Ayato-kun listen to me! But how...)

(... I know!)

Hey! It’s Ruki-kun!

Ayato: Tch, did he came in to interrupt me again?!

*Ayato steps back*

Yui: (Yes, he let me go! I’m free now...!)

Ayato: ...Hah? What do you mean, I don’t see anyone here

Yui: (That’s bad! If he’ll figure out I tricked him...!)

Kya!

Ayato: Idiot, don't think I’ll forgive you easily for scaring Ore-sama like that...

Yui: ...After all, you were scared right?

Ayato: You literally tricked me! I shall punish you for lying to me!

Yui: ...Uhh, I’m sorry

Ayato: I’m sorry my ass!

*Ayato pushes Yui*

Yui: ...Wait!

Ayato: Looks like I caught you! I won’t let you get away from me that easy anymore.

Make sure to remember that. You should slowly understand the fact that you can’t run away from me, so don’t even try it

Yui: I’m sorry! I won’t disobey anymore~!

Ayato: Heh, exactly!

*someone enters the room*

Shin: — Wait. What are you both doing?

Ayato: Huh?

Yui: Shin-san

Shin: Could you keep your voices down... it’s annoying

Ayato: Oh just, shut up. its none of your business anyway

Shin: Are you betraying our brother while taking blood from her? —You better stop with that.

Ayato: hah?

Shin: I‘ll tell him it’s a misunderstanding this time and I‘ll pretend I didn’t see anything

You and Eve could be killed by our eldest brother. He‘s supposed to become the king tho.

Ayato: Who said that? I for myself, decided that i‘ll become king!

Shin: heh

You‘re the worst. Are you really so stupid that you don’t understand?

I‘ll stop interrupting here, such an idiot is not worth my precious time.

Ayato: You‘re so annoying. Get out of here!

Shin: I was planing to go anyway.  Ah... That's right, I need to bring you a message.

In the livingroom is some pudding from our brother... and you shouldn’t touch it

*Shin leaves*

Ayato: Eh, pudding

Yui: (Ayato-kun...? Is this...really okay?)

Ayato: Sounds good. I will eat it while Ruki is gone

Yui: (Oh my!)

Ayato: i‘m looking forward to see his sloppy face when he comes back!

*Ayato leaves*

Yui: Wait, Ayato-kun!

*Yui follows Ayato*

(But ruki-kun is eating pudding? It’s a bit surprising)

Place: Orange Mansion - Living room

Ayato: Oh! I discovered the pudding! I‘m sure that’s it

Yui: Wait, Ayato-kun. I think it would be bad if you take it, Ruki hates it when you‘re acting selfish.

Ayato: hehe, but there’s only one left.

Yui: (He shouldn’t...do it. But he won’t listen to me)

*Ayato is eating*

Ayato: I‘m surprised. This tastes amazing

Yui: (AH! He‘s really eating it!)

Are you sure Ruki-kun won’t notice?

Ayato: Shin will probably tell him anyway

Yui: (I can't imagine that Ruki is actually eating pudding)

(This would rather suit Kanato-kun in my opinion)

Ayato-kun. I still think it’s a bad idea that you’re eating it

Ayato: You‘re so noisy. Come on... open your mouth.

Yui: Huh? What...

*Ayato feed her*

Yui: hmh!

(He literally forced the spoon in my mouth!)

Ayato: hehe! Now you ate sth from it too

Yui: still

Ayato: hehe, it really looks like you enjoyed it.

I wouldn’t mind more of those kind of plays at all.

It's more fun if I am sucking your blood, but this atmosphere is fine too.

Yui: (Wait!? I guess, he’s just looking at me, as his toy for now...)

....*coughs*

Ayato: Is the spoon too huge for your mouth or what? I should get another one then.

Yui: Nono, I am totally fine... Hey Ayato.kun, you really can’t remember anything...?

Ayato: Huh? What is it.

Yui: (Nothing changed... He doesn’t love me neither he remembers sth)

(Will I be able, to return the memories we had together...?)

(I can’t give up on him so easily)

*Ruki comes in*

Ruki: Why are you guys gathering in such a place and what ...

Huh?

Yui: Oh, Ruki-kun! That is...

Ruki: Oi, why is it that you ate a whole dessert from Kanato here?

Yui: Eh!!

(This pudding wasn’t from Ruki-kun, it was from Kanato-kun from the very beginning...!)

(What should I do, as I know Kanato-kun will get very angry)

Ayato: eh? This wasn’t yours at all?

Ruki: I should‘ve known Shin would do sth like that..

Do you think it’s possible to prepare a whole pudding before dinner? Start thinking!

Ayato: What you mean, You mean shin actually fooled me?! What an asshole!

Moreover, Kanato will get extremely angry at me if he finds out!

If Kanato will find out I ate it, I won’t be able to sleep ever again...

Yui: (Yes, right. Kanato-kun, who loves sweets, wouldn’t leave Ayato in peace at all)

*someone enters*

Kanato: ...I-Is that... my... pudding...

Yui: Ah!

Ayato: Tch... he came

Yui: (im afraid what will happen...!)

*Kanato starts crying*

sobs I... was... sobs ... looking forward to eat it this evening—ahh!

Ruki: *sigh* how troublesome...

Ayato: Stop crying over a fucking pudding. I didn’t even knew it was yours

Kanato: YOU DIDNT KNEW?! WHAT IS IT THAT YOU DIDNT KNEW?! HOW DARE YOU LYING WITH A STRAIGHT FACE!

Yui: (Kanato-kun is so angry. I wonder why that food was so important to him...)

Kanato: Why didn’t you and Ruki stop Ayato from that?

Were you thinking that I‘d not notice it and you could smile at me like nothing happened? You are disgusting me.

Yui: (Now he‘s also angry at me..!)

Ruki: Calm down, Kanato. You cant change the situation anymore now

Kanato: I am very calm. Just touch one of my Puddings again and I‘ll make your death will be 100 times worse then you can imagine it.

Ayato: It‘s not like I‘d care. Come on, let’s go Chichinashi.

Yui: Ah!

(Ayato-kun grabbed my hand...)

Choices

1) ー Apologize (white)♡♡♡

2) ー Follow him (black)

ー Apologize ♡

Yui: Ayato-kun wait! You should apologize for the pudding

Ayato: Idiot, as if I‘d care about that

Yui: (Maybe I should apologize for him...)

Ayato: Come on, hurry up. Let’s go!

Yui: Oh, wait Ayato-kun..!

ー Follow

Yui: (I might apologize to kanato-kun later, he wouldn’t listen to me right now anyway)

Ayato: What are you doing? If you follow me then come on!

Yui: Oh, wait Ayato-kun...!

end Choices

Ruki: Wait! We‘re not done yet, come back!

Ayato: ugh, stop following us!

Kanato: I will never forgive you for that. You shall die and roast in hell, Ayato!

*Kanato follows them*

Kanato: ....

....*giggles*

→ Story 03

← Story 01