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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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MC is Half Demon and They’re- Oh Crap They’re Barbatos’ Kid!

This is the second part of that one request I answered for Dia and Barb’s possible kids. Sorry this took so long! Writer’s block, y’know? Anyhoo~ enjoy, everyone!

This story didn’t start on the first day of the exchange program, it started five days before in Barbatos’ room at three in the morning with the poor butler waking up in a cold sweat.

Oh dear, it appeared the exchange program would be up in a bit of a tizzy. He had… a child? Oh my… Barbatos hoped the young master wouldn’t be too miffed about the student not being a totally normal human.

On the day of the exchange program, Barbatos insisted he had to be present for the event, he carefully pushed a cushioned sofa in the drop zone before opening the portal. The child fell right out of the sky and landed perfectly on the couch, they were already wearing a helmet and looked quite shocked by the cushioned fall.

Well, it was a big shock to the assembled crowd, but the child gave everyone a lopsided smile and removed their helmet.

“So, I assume I’m here for the exchange program?”

Dadbatos

Well, this child was incredibly… what was the word the kids were using? chill? They were quite chill considering the situation, and was surprisingly prepared for the sudden drop into hell.

“Oh, I had a dream that this was going to happen, and I dream about the future n’stuff. I thought I’d come prepared.” “Ah, that’s very sensible.”

Diavolo recovered quickly from his shock and was positively delighted to meet this little munchkin. He insisted that they had to stay with their dad.

MC was polite, if not a bit overly calm about a lot of things. They didn’t run off to start trouble, and they didn’t seem very impressed by the Devildom itself. It was sort of like this child had a very low maximum level of excitement. Barbatos was glad his child wasn’t some little hellraiser.

He was never a child himself, so he’s a bit clueless about what children actually enjoy. Here child, have a… have an old torture weapon. Don’t use it on anyone who doesn’t deserve it :)

(I’m kidding, Barbatos is too responsible to give one of his instruments of torture to a child. That’s for when they’re older.)

“MC,” Barbatos knocked on his child’s door. “Have you done your homework?”

MC answered the door with a grin on their face. “Yep, done this week’s and next week’s. I’m getting a head start on the potions project due next week.”

Barbatos almost breathed a small sigh of relief. Thank the stars his child was responsible, it already took a big chunk of his energy to make sure Diavolo didn’t get distracted from his paperwork. Though, his stress levels did rise a tad when he got a glimpse at the mess in MC’s room.

“Are you going to clean that?”

“Nah,” MC shrugged. “It’s whatever. I know where everything is and nothing’s a fall risk. See you at dinner, father.”

And with that, MC shut the door. Well… no child was perfect.

As much as MC’s lack of cleanliness bothers Barbatos, he knows his kid isn’t being maliciously lazy, just for the love of the Demon King please stop leaving cups on the coffee tables without a coaster!

Oh yeah, Luke has a big sib. Sorry- little sib, because Luke isn’t some chihuahua child, he’s a totally mature grown-up Angel.

Barbatos is the type of father who will let his child go off and have whatever kind of fun they want as long as they don’t slack on their important duties.

Barbs also has a goddamn torture dungeon so we here at Stupid Headcanons inc. do NOT recommend trying to eat MC. Doing so may result in you wishing you were dead.

Don’t fuck with the butler.

Lucifer

…out of literally everyone in the room, the last person Lucifer expected to have a secret scandal baby… had a scandal baby. Damn.

At least the human wouldn’t have to live with him and his brothers. The last thing Lucifer wanted was for Barbatos to be even more aware of the chaos that went down in that house every single day.

MC and Lucifer have a healthy level of respect for one another, but Lucifer just can’t shake the feeling that this kid is messing with him somehow.

Just, little things… MC offering him fruit and loudly assuring him that it was just blackberries and nothing poisonous, asking if the RAD uniform suits his tastes, proclaiming that the dirt was high quality-

SOMEONE TOLD MC ABOUT LUCIFER’S FIRST VISIT TO THE DEVILDOM!

MC wasn’t exactly visibly goading him, they said everything with an innocent smile on their face.

When MC starts getting nosy with the attic, he’s not terribly sure how to deal with it. He was going up against a child that could at least partially tell the future. After the first time Lucifer told them to scram, they never went back to the steps… at least not when Lucifer was there to guard it…

After everything goes down, Lucifer is glad that MC wasn’t hurt or anything. He’d come to like the child and it’d be awful to lose the only person who could get his more hyperactive brothers to calm down.

Mammon

Mammon wasn’t present for the meeting, but when he was informed later, the news was met with an eloquent: “the fuck? Huh, wild.”

He isn’t too interested in MC at first. At least until the little runt saved him from getting busted for skipping class. Mammon was just eating his lunch in the courtyard when MC passed by and calmly told him that if he skipped class he should not hang out in the west staircase because Lucifer was going to walk down those steps during third period.

At first Mammon tried to brush off the warning, but ended up listening to the kid anyway, and what do ya know! He didn’t get caught by Lucifer!

That’s when it clicked that MC could see the future, right? Right?! Ya know what Mammon could use that for?! Right?!

Gambling! Scams! Schemes! General shennaniganery!

MC wasn’t terribly enthused about the entire situation, so they may have messed with Mammon a little. Just a bit.

It’s not like Mammon ever listened when MC told him to cut his losses and leave the casino anyway 🙄

Leviathan

First reaction? Thank the anime gods that there wouldn’t be another normie living in the house with him…

Reaction upon hearing that the MC was Barb’s kid? Really? Barbatos? Wow… well, to be fair Levi totally understood why someone would be attracted to Barbatos, I mean, Levi’s watched plenty of anime involving butlers, but Barbatos actually having a living breathing child? Damn.

But still, Levi wasn’t going to hang out with some normie brat. He had better and nerdier things to devote his time to.

Whenever MC visited, Levi was up in his room. But once MC decided to poke their head in the door while Levi was in the middle of gamer raging.

They calmly sat Levi down and explained to him that he could be upset about whatever happened in his game, but lashing out wasn’t going to fix anything or make him better at the actual game.

…damn it… they were right.

Slowly but surely Levi and MC built up a friendship, and the brothers rejoiced at the lack of rage related Lotan summons.

Satan

Out of everything Satan could have possibly expected from the second exchange student, this was not one of them.

Satan began to wonder exactly how MC’s powers worked, he didn’t exactly have any concrete data to compare them to because Barbatos was so mysterious

Hm, how very interesting. Satan decided that it was up to him to satiate his own curiosity and began to study MC. To be honest, MC wasn’t being terribly interesting.

They were a pretty normal kid all things considered. MC went to class, made friends, did their work, very very normal. Well, except for the fact that they seemed to dodge practically every unfortunate thing that could have happened to them.

They’d stop at the perfect time to avoid something accidentally being spilled on them, they always had pencils ready, and they always seemed to know exactly when a teacher was coming… mad sus.

Satan eventually confronted MC about this, and they just shrugged and explained that they tend to dream about what was most likely to happen the next day and would adjust their actions accordingly.

It may have been anticlimactic, but MC did inform Satan that there would be a cat in the courtyard in fifteen minutes.

HE NEEDED TO GO!

Asmodeus

Asmo had genuinely been looking forward to the new exchange program, he was excited to have a new face around the house to shake things up! He loves his dear brothers but spending thousands of years with them makes their shenanigans become a bit… well, a bit boring.

But my oh my, the new face was being obscured by that tacky bicycle helmet… the new face looked an awful lot like Barbatos…

Once Asmo registered what was going on, he was positively enchanted with the little half human. They were just so cute! They looked like a baby Barbatos with those adorably chubby cheeks!

Oh Barbatos~ he just had to let Asmo babysit!

When Asmo managed to sweep MC away for a fun day with shifty uncle Solomon, he was reminded of all the shenanigans that he, Barbatos, and Solomon used to get up to.

*sigh, Barbie was always so busy… no time for a fun night of torture, chaos, and revelry

Anyhoodles~ MC was always such a relaxed little thing. They let Asmo vent whenever any awful tragedies occur, like when Asmo finds a sweater that isn’t in his size… *sniffle*

Beelzebub

A child of Barbatos? The best cook in the three realms Barbatos?! …hey kid want to hang out with cool uncle Beel?

Beel tried everything in his power to get MC to make him food. I mean, the genetic disposition for making good food has to have been passed down from father to child!

When MC finally made Beel food, he was ecstatic!

…Until the food touched Beel’s tongue and he realized it wasn’t good, it was just… okay. Average. Passable.

Aw man… but the kid looked so excited to have made something for Beel…

Beel really hammed up his reaction to make MC feel better. Beel was like “Wow. So good. Amazing.” “Thanks Beel.”

Very sweet child, they don’t mind being used in place as a dumbell.

Belphegor

Damn, and here Belphie was, thinking Barbatos has standards. Apparently not!

When MC went and walked up the attic steps, Belphie was almost bouncing on his toes in anticipation. This human had been a pain in the rear to call up, so he was excited to finally get a good look at them. And lo and behold, a half demon child of Lord Diavolo’s butler.

MC grinned and greeted Belphie first, using his name and asking why the Avatar of Sloth was stuck up in the attic of his own home when he was supposed to be in the human world. Belphie was flabbergasted and didn’t exactly know how to respond.

He came up with a new plan quickly. Belphie didn’t exactly know how this kid’s powers worked, so he’d continue with trying to trick them into opening the attic door. Allowing Belphie to end their miserable little life and thus ruining the exchange program.

The child continued to visit Belphie up in the attic, relaying the events of what was going on, and Belphie continued to play the part of prisoner. Until one day in particular…

MC appeared in front of the door, looking a tad more unkempt than normal, they weren’t smiling their usual carefree smile either. Their eyes bore holes into Belphegor’s skull as they flared at him.

“How long have you been planning on killing me?”

MC had seen the future where they died at Belphie’s hand, and they sure as hell were not going to let him out of the attic after that. Though, they did tell Belphie about Lilith’s true fate before they left, and assured Belphie they had no reason to lie to him about something he wasn’t directly involved in.

So, Belphie did get let out of the attic eventually, and even though MC smiled and welcomed him back all the same, there would always a barrier between the two. Broken trust wasn’t easy to mend, after all.

#I just like to think that the kid just carries weapons with them in their bag #But they never use the weapons for what they’re SUPPOSED to be used for #Like- MC: Oh yea this is meant for pulling out teeth but it’s big and heavy enough that I can just clobber someone with it #obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me Barbatos #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor

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volleychumps · 4 years

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bro im am: in love with literally everything you put out and i've had this probably really specific, self-indulgent request and am highkey scared it'll flop because not much can relate but it's been living in my mind rent free: remember that one episode where hinata talks to a classmate, saying how it'd be cool to have a band cheer for the vball team?? Well, it gave me an idea, so how about boys of your choice with a musically adept s/o?? she's part of the school band which frequently performs in tournament matches to cheer. her talent made her pretty well-known, though fame can attract both good and bad people—what happens when a guy from the opposing team gets a little too friendly? headcanons or scenarios is also up to you, and feel free to make s/o a crush instead (they aren't dating yet) if that makes the writing process more flexible! thank you so much, and have a lovely day/night!

VolleyBoys with a Crush on Singer S/O

~ when you come and perform at one of their games in order to give school spirit, you’re approached by someone from another team because of your talent, leaving some less than happy boys

format: scenarios

genre: fluff

- includes: Suna, Semi, and Matsukawa

Warning(s): slight cursing, possessive volleyboys

Playing with some characters I’ve never really wrote for before, let me know how I do!

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Suna (main vocals)

“You’re staring.”

“Go give your attention to someone who cares.” Suna’s lazy tone was a bit more snipped than usual as the cheers from the crowd finally died down, irritation evident in his tone as Atsumu smirks. The dark-haired blocker could pretend to be as uncaring as he wanted, but his tone gave him away.

“Mad Y/N’s getting all the attention?”

“Nah, he’s pissed because he can’t hog her all to himself anymore.”

Suna rolled his eyes, Osamu merely shrugging alongside his brother as the three towel off in the middle of a break point for Inarizaki’s school band to make their performance. He hated that he loved seeing you up there, a light sheen of sweat on your forehead from the performance, your hair tied back with a wide smile on your face-

he hated seeing everyone see you.

“Yeah, so how’s that going for you? How are you two not dating yet-”

“Kita-san, I think Atsumu and Osamu have questions about the play.” Suna cupped his mouth as the twins stiffen. The dark haired spiker waved mockingly goodbye as his teammates were snatched by the collars, focusing his attention to what he had orginally been quietly watching. He tilted his head as you struggled to open the top of your water bottle, peering at it with a pout before he scoffs, beginning to walk-

“Need help, sweetheart?”

Suna stopped.

You blinked, eyes widening as Kuroo Tetsurou easily twisted the cap off, handing it back to you with a naturally sly grin. He reaches a hand to the back of his neck as you smile in thanks, tilting the water back.

“So the kitty can sing?”

“Kitty?!” You choked on your water, noting his school colors before flushing. Why on earth was the Nekoma team captain flirting with the lead singer of the school band for Inarizaki?

“I’m guessing you liked that.” Kuroo chuckles, patting your back in a more-than-friendly manner as you continue to cough, and your bandmates whistle, pretending not to notice the attractive captain’s advances.

“Untrue. Don’t you have a game to play or something?” There’s no malicious intent behind your words, so Kuroo’s grin turns into a soft smirk as he begins to lean a little closer-

“Gross. You’re all sweaty.”

A towel is pressed to your face, Suna unfazed as you complain against the material. You feel the back of your head touch his chest as Suna pulls you into him with the towel pressed on your face, sharp eyes narrowing ever so slightly as Kuroo’s feral ones remain amused.

“Looks like this kitten is domesticated.”

You break free for a second, popping out of the towel successfully. “I’m not a kitten!”

“Sure, kitten.” Kuroo winks at you again, beginning to walk off before sparing a glance to Suna, nodding once in amusement. You remain distracted, spinning on your heel to face your friend in embarrassment and confusion.

“Why would you-?!”

“Hey.” Suna tilts his head, dull eyes staring into yours as you find it a little harder to swallow.

“What?”

He bends down to your height, flicking the tip of your nose as you begin to protest-

“Good performance. Come meet me after I rock this cat’s ass in this match, yeah?” His palm is warm on top of your head as you find yourself nodding stupidly as he brushes past you to a smiley Atsumu, sharp eyes searching for Kuroo Tetsurou.

“So how’s it going?”

“Go to hell, Atsumu.”

“Is he blushing, Osamu?”

“Yep.”

Semi (Guitarist)

“Out of your league.”

“I literally haven’t said anything.” Semi shoots back at the redhead, and Tendou grins as he also watches your jogging-away figure as you head back for the stage. A scarlet bandana was now tied around your wrist, Semi’s eyes darting everywhere as Tendou’s grin turns sinister.

“Oh? Y/N-chan, will you wear my bandana so I can brand you? I’m begging-!”

“Do you want to punch him or should I?” Semi snips, and Goshiki slowly stops Shirabu from raising his hand as Ushijima props one eye open at the situation from his concentration.

“Why’d you give it to her then?” Taichi asks, genuinely interested as you bop your head to the final song atop the stage, fingering the strings of your guitar with a small smile at your new goodluck charm.

“Are you kidding me? Those two are always joined at the hip, I knew one of them was in love with the other.” Shibraru doesn’t miss a beat as Ojiro chuckles, having noticed that as well. Semi scoffs over the music, as if that were the craziest thing in the world.

“Y/N L/N? As if.”

“Have fun convincing yourself.” Ushijima closes his eyes again just as the song ends, and Semi’s cheeks begin to flare up as he grabs his hair in frustration, an annoying pounding in his chest.

“Well, don’t take too long now.” Tendou sings, looking at an entertaining sight. “If you don’t want Y/N, do you think the pretty boy from Fukurodani wants her?”

Semi stalls, thinking Tendou was playing another one of his mind games before looking as well, mouth drying at the sight.

Akaashi Keiji had offered you a hand as you propped your guitar, making your way off the stage easier as you had seemed worried about getting down before.

The setter’s throat tightened as you accepted, a smile tickling your cheeks as Akaashi helps you off the stage in a gentlemanly manner. You stumble slightly, giggling as Akaashi fondly steadies you by the waist, complimenting you on your performance.

“I could never do that, L/N-san. You’re very talented.”

“It’s really nothing...”

Semi felt it then. Too used to watching from so far away, yet always close enough to keep you in view.

But you stood close to him. Mere minutes before, excited gleam in your eye as he tied the bandana around your wrist, and you had locked eyes with him. It was only for a few moments, calloused fingers almost inching towards his-

“Y/N. I give you this crap and you don’t even use it?” Semi was annoyed, dark eyes flaring as he bounds over to the two of you as you blink in confusion, his teammates watching the spectacle with slight interest. You flush as Semi’s eyes harden in the direction of Akaashi, who’s head tilts slightly.

“What-?”

“Shut it. I’ll do it if you won’t, why’d you even ask?” Semi clicks his tongue as he unties the bandana, pooling your hair into a makeshift knot before barely glancing at the blue-eyed setter, focusing his attention on your hair as he stakes his claim.

“Something you needed with our band captain?”

“Nope. Just glad to have been of some aid. Then...” He nodded to you, but Semi could see the slight disappointment in his eyes underneath the cool atmosphere Akaashi held up as he walked onto the opposite side of the court.

“...Sorry Semi.”

“For what?” Semi questioned, feeling the embarassment beginning to creep up on him, heat tickling his cheeks as he watches you shuffle a bit from the proximity. He felt you shiver once his fingers accidentally grazed the back of his neck, causing Semi’s voice to get caught in his throat.

“Not using your bandana correctly...” You mumbled, the tips of your ears turning pink as Semi watches in bewilderment. A lilt tickled the edge of his lips as he finished tying the scarlet material, leaning down from behind you so his forehead touched your shoulder as if he were exhausted. You tensed up before relaxing, enjoying his touch.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Matsukawa (drummer)

“How far do you think I can go to piss off your little fanboys?”

“Why are you even over here?”

“Moral support, princess.” Matsukawa grinned into his water bottle as you half-heartedly help him wipe the sweat gathered at his neck, your friend flicking off Hanamaki and Oikawa in the distance as they make romantic gestures with their hands as they go unnoticed by you.

“You look like you’re dead tired and it’s only halfway through the game.” You note, handing him back the towel as Matsukawa grins, leaning a little closer to you from his spot next to you on the edge of the stage.

“Careful, you might make me think you care about me.”

“Of course I do.” You don’t miss a beat, already distracted with slipping your drumsticks out of your pocket. Matsukawa’s jaw slackens a little as you get up, nudging him with your foot to get off before shooting him an easy smile.

“We’re friends, aren’t we? Even though you’re kind of an asshole.”

The brunette recovers quickly, Matsukawa smirking as he slips off the stage as you settle back into your drumset.

“You love me, princess.”

“Yeah yeah, go swat a volleyball around.” Your tone is teasing as your bandmates begin to fall back into place, and Matsukawa mockingly salutes you before walking back to his team, ignoring the involuntary replaying of your words in his head.

Of course I do.

He was oddly quiet as Hanamaki teased him, watching as your band fell into a beautiful rhythm led by your hands. Agitation grew in his stomach as it mixed with his stupid crush on you, wanting nothing more than to let all your little fans to become severely disappointed because of him.

Matsukawa Issei was a very possessive man, but it was an underlying kind of possessive. The kind of posessive where he silently protected you from those who were attracted by your talent and style, or the kindness in your smile or witty comebacks-

“Uh, Matsukawa?”

“I don’t give a fuck if you think you’re going to be the best man at mine and Y/N’s nonexistent wedding-”

“No.” Hanamaki grinned, jutting his head in your direction. Matsukawa didn’t even realize the song had ended, watching as Atsumu Miya had picked up your hand, bringing it up to his lips flirtatiously as you stared wide-eyed as if you had busted a fuse.

“Yep. My bad, there will be no wedding.” Hanamaki clasps his shoulder, not realizing the impact of his teasing words. “Because Atsumu Miya’s gonna get her first if you don’t step up your game, bro.”

But Matsukawa didn’t reply with some witty comeback, still watching as Atsumu brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. He didn’t like it. The embarrassed look on your face, the awkward smile on your lips, the laugh in your throat- all caused by someone who wasn’t him.

“How about ya show me how to play those drums sometimes?” Atsumu had taken a step closer, and your fists had clenched as you felt yourself at a loss for words. You had opened your mouth to reply, but all that slipped out was a yelp.

Matsukawa easily threw you over his shoulder, grinning relaxedly at Atsumu who’s flirtatious grin had digressed back to a flat line. You knocked on Matsukawa’s back with embarrassment in your stomach, but the brunette made no move to put you down.

“Sorry, I’m her agent. She’s gotta go meet with her fans.”

“Issei!”

He ignored your chants to put you down as Oikawa and Hanamaki slowly clap as he brushes past them and out the gym doors, a pounding in his ears.

“Why are you doing this?” You question, now in an empty hallway as you hear Matsukawa scoff, still not answering your question as he continues to walk with you slung over his shoulder.

“Issei.”

“I told you I wanted to piss of your fanboys, didn’t I?”

“Tell me the truth!” You raised your voice just as he put you down, and Matsukawa looks at you for a second, your back hitting the wall as he towers over you.

“What?” Your voice was smaller now, feeling like you’ve shrunk under your friend’s serious gaze that was usually anything but. Matsukawa’s hand touches the area above your head, leaning into you so your noses are barely brushing.

“Tell me, princess. Do you still want the truth even if it ruins our friendship?”

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ahsxual · 3 years

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Awww how about Jake Gyllenhaal being in a relationship with a short Reader? This can be a headcanon! ❤️

My first request about Jakey, yayy!!

Thank you so much for requesting this, sweet anon! I'm a small bean myself, so this was really fun to write 💙💙

A/N: I'm sorry for any mistakes, I'll correct them as soon as possible! This was my first Jake request, so here you go <3

Jake absolutely loves the fact that you're way smaller than him

He would feel even more the need to protect and keep all of you just for himself. He finds it so cute, especially when you wear his sweaters and t-shirts, and then realizes how they look like a wedding dress on you

He would purposely buy you clothes that are two sizes above of your actual clothing size, using the same lame excuse that he was mistaken and then apologize with a malicious smirk on his face

"I'm sorry honey, next time I'll get it right. But, you know... you can always wear it without anything underneath." he would wink at you, leaving you alone in your room, speechless and with reddish cheeks

"Idiot..." you would reply playfully, an enormous smile planted on your face

Everytime you were searching for something and Jake knew where it was, he would grab it and put it above his head, making you jump several times in an attempt to try to catch it. This obviously annoyed you, yet he would laugh at you, admiring your failed attempts and cute, yet angry expressions. However, if you got really mad, he would stop right away because above all, he respects you with all his being

Nevertheless, other times he would help you and grab whatever you wanted that was out of your reach, which made you smile at how kind and willing he was to help you whenever you needed

"Thanks, honey."

"Anything for you, my little dove."

Whenever you wanted to go to a concert, watch a big league game or go to a certain place where your height wouldn't allow you to see what was happening, he would always pick you up and put you on his shoulders, giving you a piggyback ride so you could have a good view at it

His favorite thing to do with you is grabbing you in bridal style to take you anywhere: to the shower, to the bed whenever you fall asleep after watching a movie with him, when he takes you to the bedroom when things get heated, when you need to get out of the bed but are too lazy to do that, when you dance, when he gets playful and pretends to catch you... or when he got drunk one time and pretended you were at your actual wedding

He says that your hugs are his favorites, since he can hold your whole body while resting his chin on top of your head... you truly belong to this gorgeous man's heart

In terms of sex and intimacy, he loves to see you on top or in a position where he has to hold you, or when you fall asleep on top of him

There was one time when he went shopping and passed through a dog kennel, and saw these two little puppies playing together. They immediately reminded him of you, since you always had been an animal lover and... well, small and cute

He couldn't resist them, neither stop thinking about what your reaction would be the moment you landed your eyes on them, so he decided to adopt both of them for you

When he got home, he was suddenly so nervous and excited to see your reaction

"Babee, I have a surprise for you!" he smiled from ear to ear, so you instantly knew that only good things would come

"Oh jeez, what did you prepare this time, big boy?" you answered with the same large grin, your hearts beating fast in union

He didn't replied. Instead, he opened the little box that contained the two energetic puppies and let them run clumsily, yet excitedly towards you, like you had been their owner for decades

"I was supposed to bring some food only, but then I saw those two guys staring at me and I couldn't help myself from thinking about you." he shyly admitted.

You couldn't help, but cry at this heart touching scenario: the fact that your wonderful boyfriend remembered and did this for you, the fact that now you had two gorgeous doggies to take care of, or because now Leo has company whenever you both can't be at home

"You... you really did this for me...?" you weakly asked, the fresh, happy tears now making their way down your warm cheeks

"Of course, silly! You know I would do this and so much more for you. Come here." he pulled into a tight, warm and comforting hug, giving you time to release excess emotions from your vulnerable body

"Thank you so much, baby. I love you way too much, and I can't handle so many strong emotions for just one tiny little heart." you joked, making both of you laugh in synch

"That's why I don't cry, because my huge and strong heart can carry all of my love for you." he confidently said, making you step back from him and give him a challenging look right after

"Jacob Benjamin Gyllenhaal, you're such a liar! I can't even count how many times you cried when listening to our playlist or whenever you say you love me!" he looked stunned when he opened his mouth and placed his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended by your statement, even knowing it was true

"Ok ok, fair enough, you got me!" he accepted his defeat and smiled at you, pulling you into a passionate kiss, only to be interrupted by the two little guys who desperately wanted your attention

"What names should we give them?" you asked, not being able to decide your new puppies' names

"I don't know... maybe we should ask Leo." the two of you looked back to where Leo and the puppies were playing together, realizing that the new family members gave up craving your attention, and decided to meet their new best friend instead

"Seems like they already made a friend." Jake commented proudly, seeing that now your family has grown even bigger and even more filled with love than before

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jae-daddy · 3 years

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jaebum au series

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight masterlist

pairing: im jaebum x reader genre: angst, smut, cheating, CEO! i guess too now plot: you are the duff, and guys use you to get close to your bestfriend, turns out jaebum was no exception. but as time goes on the tension between you and your bestfriend’s unoffical boyfriend grows a/n: it so late, I'm literally seeing double rn... hope y’all like it! <3 not edited.

Life is brimming with lessons that teach you how to live without being naive and a fool.

You were already taught a few lessons by life, as it made you jump through endless hoops burning with malicious flames waiting to scorch your skin at slightest touch.

So you found it fair to hold yourself as intelligent and mature.

Therefore, you trusted your conclusion to ignore whatever happened in the elevator with Im Jaebum.

What was said, what was done; none of it mattered.

An important lesson you’ve learnt is people say and do crazy things when they are riding high a shot of adrenaline.

Jaebum’s near-death experience led him to say things that he would not on a normal day. It was only because he was scared that he did. And everyone wants to die an honest man. You were certain if it were Paul in the elevator instead of you, Jaebum might have confessed something outrageous to him too.

So that was not the reason why you were staring at the two males in front of you as they spoke absolute nonsense to you. You already knew not to take what happened in that tiny metal box seriously. Instead, it was another life lesson you knew that made you stare at them as if they had grown two heads: everything has a price.

“Not everyone gets an opportunity like this, y/n,” Paul spoke, a second away from begging on his knees.

You shook your head in distaste, this was not part of the plan. Actually, there was no plan, but if you had one, this would definitely not be it. This was not how you imagined your lottery internship to turn out.

“Paul, I am flattered the company believes me to be capable of such an important role,” you breathed, trying to keep a polite smile as your eyes bounced between the bald man and the smirking jerk. “However, I do not think I would be suitable for this role. I made it clear in my internship contract that I will not have my studies affected by this opportunity. Unfortunately, being the secretary of the -”

“I’m sorry to stop you, y/n,” Paul cut you off, not apologetic at all. You bit your cheeks to hold back a sneer. “We have thought about this through, and believe it to be the best plan of action to take right now. Mr Im is new to this company and is temporary, and while we have made a public announcement, he is still on trial.

“We could get someone in a fixed-term confidential contract, but that’s too complicated.”

Your brows furrowed as you disagreed with that, but you didn't say anything.

“The remaining time left in your contract and Mr Im’s trial period match up perfectly. You already have secretarially role in the company, so you already know the ups and downs, the tricks and tips, so we really believe this is the best way. And about your studies, the summer break began last week. However, if you believe this to be in violation of your contract, we will compensate.”

“Compensate?” You rose an eyebrow, payment would be better than slaving away for free.

“Pay you, just like any other employee,” Paul smiled happily. Finally seeing some indication of interest from your side. He added, proudly, “with all employee benefits.”

You bit your lip in deep thought.

You mentally weighed the pros and cons.

There were pros, so many pros; a better resume, money, free coffee and healthcare, etc. But the con, the big con stared at you in bold, italics, highlighted in large red fonts: you’d be working for Im Jaebum.

If this was someone else you would have said yes the moment they offered it, even without the benefits. But with Im Jaebum, things got complicated.

You weren’t sure if he could maintain the professional relationship between the two of you. And if you were being completely honest, you didn’t know if you could maintain it too.

Even now, with Paul standing at one end of the table, and Jaebum settled on the long side. Your mind couldn’t help thinking about how short your skirt was, and how easy it would be for Jaebum to bend you over the wooden table, and make you a moaning mess.

It would be quite difficult to maintain professionalism when you’d be spending time alone with him. Or maybe, he would use his position to make you suffer. He might end up not coming to work at all, have you do all his work, and just show up to sign and show his face.

So much could go wrong with working for Im Jaebum.

And you also had to consider the fact that you hadn’t talked to him since the elevator incident.

You haven’t been to Heather’s place, too busy with the piled up assignments all due within the last two weeks. The twenty hours of weekly internship didn’t give you any freed up time either. You didn’t get an opportunity to see Heather, or her boyfriend, Im Jaebum, to have a talk.

“Oh come on, y/n,” Jaebum smiled at you, making your blood boil instantly. This was the first thing he said to you in the past two weeks and somehow managed to be an arrogant shit-eater when he did. Your glare didn’t make his smile falter as he sang, “It’ll be fun.”

No way. You thought. There is no way you would be able to work for that self-centred, cocky, incredibly hot jerk.

“We’ll cover your fees.” Paul stopped you before the no on the tip of your tongue tumbled out. You stared at him in shock, as he looked at you expectedly.

“My university fees?” You asked, shocked.

“Yes, all of it.” He nodded.

That’s a lot.

Your eyes fell on Jaebum who smirked at you as if he had the whole entire world at his feet's disposal, and maybe he truly did. He had something similar to that power if the company was willing to go to such extents to make him stay.

The pros were really starting to outweigh the annoying, irritating con.

“Fine,” you licked your lips, with a sigh. “I’m in.”

Paul almost jumped in his place with excitement, “Thank you, y/n! Thank you so much!”

Paul walked out swiftly muttering something about going to the HR and having a contract formed immediately. Your eyes followed him as he left, remaining on the doors that closed behind him.

You could feel his gaze burning the side of your face, and it truly felt as if you were about to combust.

“What?” You snarked, turning towards him annoyed.

Jaebum just snickered as he swirled side to side, carefree, on his chair, “Why are you always so mad, love?”

You rolled your eyes getting up, “I guess this meeting is over.”

“I didn’t dismiss you, y/n,” Jaebum said, stopping his playful actions.

“You’re not my boss until I sign that piece of paper, so,” you gave him a middle finger with a tight smile before walking out the office.

You could hear his light laughter follow you, but you ignored it.

You stopped in your tracks as you remembered something and entered the room once again. Jaebum looked up at you, surprised, before smiling brightly, “Welcome back.”

You cursed yourself for returning after such an amazing exit, but there were more pressing matters than your pride.

“Have you told Heather about what happened?” You closed the door behind you, making sure no one could hear you.

Jaebum’s eyes danced with amusement, as he shrugged, drawling, “What happened?”

“In the elevator, Jaebum,” you gritted through your teeth as you stepped closer towards him.

Jaebum’s smiled only grew as he frowned with feigned innocence, “I can’t seem to remember, maybe if you could help me remember.”

His lazy gaze fell to your lips before meeting your eyes again. A spark ignited deep inside you, and you told yourself it was anger; it was an annoyance.

You clicked your jaw as you smacked your hands onto the desk, leaning over it. Jaebum watched you, carefully, not intimidated a bit, only amused.

Your eyes narrowed at him, before you smiled sweetly, “You were holding my hand and crying like a child.”

Jaebum hissed, unaffected, as he tsked, “I can’t seem to remember that.”

“Did you tell her or not?” You groaned, your annoyance at peak.

What you would do to this man if you got a chance. He wouldn’t be smiling like that, he’d be begging you for forgiveness, for release.

Jaebum smirked as if he could read your mind, “No, I didn't.”

“Good,” you nodded, gulping as his eyes watched you with unsettling darkness. “Don’t.”

He rose his eyebrow, before nodding, “As you wish, y/n.”

You turned and felt his gaze watch you as you walked out. You felt it lower, watching your hips as it swayed side to side. Your hand gripped the cool handle as your shoulders sagged slightly.

You let out a low sigh, “Thanks.”

You disappeared behind the door before Jaebum could reply.

“Babe!” Heather sang as her long limbs fell over you loosely. You laughed, as you helped her sit straight. She leaned against you again, snuggling her face into your neck as she hugged you, “I love the way you smell, baby!”

You chuckled as you patted her red matted hair soiled with glitter and sweat at the back of the Uber, “Thanks Heather, I like how you smell too.”

“Don’t lie,” you could hear her pout, and it only made you smile. “You always make fun of my feet.”

“But that’s only after the gym or a hike, Heather,” you told her, as you brushed the hair off her face.

Heather was completely wasted tonight.

She was already drunk by the time you walked into the club. Jaebum wasn’t anywhere to be found, and you found her with a group of her “friends” that you didn’t like.

They would always make her drink too much, give her a little white sugar, and let her waste her platinum card on those low lives.

You didn’t like the way the guys would touch her as she slumped back onto the couch unable to see straight. You didn’t like the way the girls sitting around would not help her, instead, encourage her to be worse.

You were mad when you were pulling her away from the crowd and towards the bathroom when you had found Jaebum. He had just got to the club himself but was ready to leave as soon as he saw the state Heather was in.

He sat on the other side of Heather, holding her purse, as Heather held you from the middle seat.

Heather mumbled something in return and you couldn’t understand it.

“By that red letterbox is fine,” you told the Uber driver as he slowed down.

Jaebum got out first, and you helped Heather onto his back before getting out. You turned to the driver, giving him a small smile, “Thank you.”

“No problem, have a good night,” he said, already accepting a new ride.

“You too,” you said, as you closed the door. You turned to Jaebum, with Heather hanging her head over his shoulder. Her long ember curls falling down his chest as he grunted and halted her up.

“Woah, stop,” Heather moaned, heaving.

Jaebum looked at you with terror in his eyes, and you laughed at him, “Come on, let’s get this party animal into bed.”

“Is this where you live?” Jaebum asked as you led him up the small walk to the door.

You snorted and shook your head, “No, this is Heather’s home.”

Jaebum rose his eyebrows, and you continued, as you unlocked the doors,

“Her parents don’t live in this house anymore, so Heather skips between here and the apartment.”

You turned the lights on and took in the home that greeted you.

“They love sure love red, huh?” Jaebum commented, taking in the red couch, red feature wall, and red details spread over the living room and kitchen.

You laughed at that, agreeing with him. The Blacks sure did take pride in their red-haired heritage, and didn’t hide the fact that it was family’s favourite colour, “Mrs Black was going through an interior design phase.”

“Thank god it was just a phase,” Jaebum snickered, making you turn to him with a pointed look as you tried to hide the smile.

“She wasn’t too bad,” you replied and began walking towards Heather’s room.

Jaebum followed behind you, grunting as he adjusted Heather on his back, “No, she was just too red.”

You rolled your eyes as you opened her bedroom door and walked towards the bed. You pulled down the covers and Jaebum gently set her down. You took off her shoes, and earrings carefully.

Jaebum didn’t say anything and just watched you as you walked around the room getting out her nightshirt, and face-cleansing products.

“Why are you looking at me, Jaebum?” You asked, not looking at him. Instead, you pumped out the cleanser on a pad and gently took off the makeup from her face.

“Is there a problem?” Jaebum asked back, making you snort.

You gently turned her face and began the other side, “Yes, it’s making me nervous. I can feel you judging me.”

He was probably thinking what everyone else seemed to think when they saw you and Heather. They never saw the whole you both had for each other, how you would do anything for one another. All they saw was Heather in all her brilliance, beauty and wealth, and you, as her second, her side-kick.

“I’m not judging you,” he replied instantly.

Something about the way he said it made you believe him. You bit your lip, as folded the dirty make-up pads and put them on the side table.

“Then what are you doing?” You took a wet towel, wiping her face. You patted it dry and misted some toner and moisturiser. You turned back and met Jaebum’s eyes that remained on you, “Why are you looking at me?”

“There’s nothing else to look at,” he simply shrugged.

You rolled your eyes and pointed to the wall covered with photos of Heather through the years. Most of them had you in them, celebrating every holiday, and some photos from random days when the sun was shining brightly.

Jaebum stared at the wall as if noticing it for the first time. He got up and slowly walked up towards it. He took in the photos for a while, a small chuckle leaving him sometimes, “How did you two become friends?”

You smiled at the memory, “She saved me.”

You stared at your gorgeous friend, as she got up slightly. She searched around, her eyes disappearing as she smiled spotting you, “Oh, you’re here, y/n. I was going to the store on Wednesday.”

She trailed off, falling back into her pillow dozing off again.

“Her hangover is going to kill her tomorrow,” you turned to Jaebum with a tight smile, as you held up the nightshirt, “I’m going to change her.”

Jaebum instantly turned on his heels and walked out, closing the doors behind him.

You walked out to the smell of coffee and Jaebum sitting at the kitchen counter with two mugs in front of him. You furrowed your eyebrows as you settled on the chair in front of him, “Is this poisoned?”

Jaebum snorted rolling his eyes.

You blew the coffee before sipping it. It was still searing hot, so you placed it down on the counter, and turned towards Jaebum.

You took in his midnight hair pushed back, revealing his forehead. You didn’t know you could find someone’s forehead so sexy, but after seeing his hair down while he was at work, you had to admit it was hot. His piercings that were normally missing during office hours had returned too, a few missing.

You frowned your eyes focusing on his nose and eyebrows, “Why aren’t you wearing all your piercings?”

“It’s a nuisance putting it on and off,” Jaebum shrugged, before pointing to his lips, his tongue coming out to flick the sliver hoop, “Just wore my favourite.”

You held your breath, as the image of the cool metal against your lips, flicked by your tongue, gently tugged by your teeth invaded your mind. Your cheeks heated but you continued like nothing was happening to your body.

“Do you have piercings anywhere else?”

Jaebum smirked, “If you’re into pierced nipples, I can get them done for you.”

You groaned, a ridiculous smile on your face as you shook your head, “Can you ever have a conversation without being a prick?”

“A prick?” he gasped, “that’s a bit harsh. I would say I’m more of a flirt.”

“Oh, so you know? This is a conscious decision. You wake up every day and decide to be the bane of my existence.”

“I do wake up every morning and think of you,” Jaebum smiled at you. He chuckled, seeing you roll your eyes at him.

“You’re ridiculous,” you snorted. Jaebum simply shrugged, smiling.

Something beeped from the kitchen and Jaebum got up. You watched him walk over to the stove and turn it off. He reached for a mug before looking through the drawers for something.

You narrowed your eyes watching him, “What are you looking for?”

“Uh... a strainer?” He turned back to you, scratching the back his head. “I don’t know what it’s called.”

Your heart melted at how adorable he looked standing there, confused and unsure. The smile on his lips was so beautiful as he watched you, waiting for you.

“The second drawer over there,” you pointed, not looking at him as your cheeks tinted rosy again.

Jaebum murmured thanks, before using it to drain the liquid from the pot and into the cup, “It’s a hangover tea. My mum makes it for me every time I get too drunk.”

“You live with your mum?” You asked. Jaebum peered back at you a small smile on his lips.

“Yeah, but I rarely ever get to see her.”

“Why’s that?” You frowned. The way Jaebum talked about her, the lightness in his voice and the softness of his smile, told you how much he adored his mother.

Jaebum shrugged before giving you a cheeky smile, “My house is too big.”

You laughed at that. You were not expecting that at all. You heard Jaebum’s low chuckle as you sobered up.

“What about you?” He asked as placed the cup onto a tray with a glass of water and two tablets he found next to the refrigerator. “Do you live alone?”

“Yup,” you nodded, before frowning, “Not even a pet.”

“No pets?” He asked, sympathetic.

You nodded, “I’m scared of animals. It doesn’t matter what size, or how well-trained, or what the animal is. I am terrified of them all the same.”

Jaebum gasped as if you had confessed to a murder, “What is wrong with you?”

“Wow, I thought this was a safe place,” you mumbled before taking a sip from your coffee that had cooled down. You hummed at the taste, he made good coffee.

“What about your parents?” Jaebum asked, making you stiffen. “Where do they live?”

You remained quiet.

You opened your mouth to tell him what you always told anyone who asks. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed or thought it was something to hide. You didn’t want people in your business and telling them to mind their business when they asked only piked up their interest more.

So you opened your mouth to tell him what you’ve been telling everyone for the past five years, “I don’t live with them.”

Normally you would follow up with something about living here was better for your education or future jobs. You would say something, an excuse, that was reason enough for many young people to move out of their parents home. But what you said surprised you, “I don’t talk to them anymore.”

“Oh,” was all Jaebum said. “That’s cool too.”

You peered up at him with a frown. You took in his relaxed gaze, the smile on his face just like it there was a minute ago. There was no sympathy, no pity. There was no spike in interest or anything.

He really didn’t want to pry. He didn't want to know why unless you told him. He only took as much as you could allow him.

Suddenly there was an iridescent pond shimmering in your chest. It swirled, making your whole body feel alive as you took in Im Jaebum. It felt as if your entire body was one cell, one tiny speck of dust caught in the breeze of Im Jaebum, and it didn’t mind.

You gulped, your body and mind acting quicker than you could control, “They couldn’t stand the sight of at me after they found out I was still doing something I promised I wouldn’t do anymore.”

The faces of your parents appeared in front of your eyes. The shock, anger, the disappointment on their face as they found you lying in a pool of your urine and vomit. The horror in their eyes, their desperateness as they shook your body, pleading for you to reply.

“They didn't kick me out. I left,” you ran a hand through your hair, as you let out a heavy sigh. You thought of the letter you wrote them, the way they had cried when they came to the hospital to meet you during those months, “I couldn’t hurt them anymore.”

“Do you think you would ever go meet them again?” You looked up to Jaebum watching you. You were thankful for the lack of pity in his eyes as he kept his gaze on you.

You sighed again, and it came out as a little laugh, “One day I will.”

You nodded, as you met his eyes. He smiled at you softly, and you smiled back as you scrunched your nose to stop the tears from threatening you, “When I am good enough, I will.”

“I hope that day comes soon.”

You didn’t realise Jaebum had come this close to you as you were talking. He leaned against the counter between you, his eyes intently taking you in. He folded his hands on the dark marble, his face leaning half-way over the counter.

You watched him back.

He was so beautiful.

You huffed out a smile as you shook your head at him. Jaebum instantly changed, leaning back, the playfulness in his eyes glinting once again as he rose an eyebrow in question.

“You’re not too bad, you know?” You smiled at him, before adding, “When you’re acting like a normal human being at least.”

Jaebum laughed at that before giving you a mocking smirk, “You’re not too bad yourself, y/n.”

You grinned about to say thank you, when he added, “When you’re not acting like a stick is stuck up your ass at least.”

“What an asshole,” you shook your head, laughing at him.

Jaebum beamed back, his eyes shining, “What a bitch.”

You took in the dark flecks in his eyes. You noticed their velvety blackness absorbing all light around it, but something else existed in those captivating eyes of his eyes. They didn’t get dragged away into the twilight of his gaze.

Instead, it shone brightly. It glistened, it was golden, white and sparkled like a starry night. It dragged you in, it made you want to lean close to him.

It made you want to place your lips on his and see how that shimmering halo swirled as he pulled you in closer. It made you want to reach for him, to place your hand on his soft cheeks. It made you want to walk around the counter and hug him in the middle of the kitchen littered with red embellishments.

Jaebum’s smile curled into an easy smirk as he winked at you before turning around. He picked up the tray with a cup of tea, a glass of water and Panadol, as walked towards the door the red-haired beauty was sleeping in.

Everything had a price.

Somewhere deep within your heart was a corner buried so deeply in the darkness you had forgotten it existed. The room was cold, dark, and there was nothing. Nothing except for a lone candle standing in the middle of the emptiness.

There had been nothing there for an eternity, and it was almost like magic. It almost felt like a trick of the eye, but then it happened again.

A flame, a spark, flickering at the tip of the candle; it sparked again.

This time it caught on. It burned, slowly getting brighter and livelier.

You watched Jaebum disappear behind the door of Heather’s room.

A sharp ache twisted your heart as you saw his broad back enter the dark room she was sleeping in.

The flame spreading over the wick twisted in shades of ember, their shadows dancing over the room.

You saw a word, you saw a face.

You knew the price for this feeling tugging, craving to grow bigger in your heart. You walked into the room, hidden in a deep corner of your heart. The ivory trail of your dress dragged on the dusty floor, turning brown with every step.

You didn’t look at the walls, you didn’t take in the shapes of the flames.

You took sharp, clear steps. You reached the candle, the flame reflecting softly against you. You closed your eyes, took in a deep breath and exhaled, blowing out the candle.

The flame was gone.

The candle extinguished, the room engulfed in darkness, once again.

You looked to the wall, the photo was no longer there but the image there was burnt into your mind.

The price of this feeling was too expensive.

It was too precious, and you couldn’t afford it.

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twstdreams · 4 years

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hi there! May I request a vil! s/o x dorm leaders where the reader steals all their magic and harms them :0 thank you so much ♡♡

Later clarified: Villainous!reader, not Vil’s S/O and only unique magic is stolen

Warning: Azul’s portion contains spoilers for episode 3, and side story spoiler for Vil’s part

Riddle Rosehearts

You feign incompetence about Practical Magic. You do so well with ancient incantations but you just can’t get things to move how they’re supposed to!

You humbly ask your dorm leader for help and promise not to complain no matter how strict Riddle is

Riddle lectures you on almost failing a course but internally he is glad you reached out for help rather than having him hunt you down

You gasp as an incorrect spell slips past your lips and targets Riddle. Riddle can immediately feel something is wrong as a wave of your magic washes over him.

You screech and bolt, saying that you’ll go get Trey or an upper-year. Riddle orders you to stop but you continue running. At this point, he shouts “Off with your head!” to stop this madness

Except nothing happens

Riddle keeps casting his spell again and again, more frantic each time it fails

Then he becomes red with rage. You stole his magic! He screams while ordering you to give it back. Instead, you stick out your tongue and disappear around the corner, but not before casting a wind spell that sends him flying backwards

Without fail, Riddle enlists all of the Heartslabyul students to find and capture you

Riddle becomes a dangerous mixture of fear and fury. He must find you or else... Well, he cannot think about horrendous consequences that would follow, nothing short of his future being destroyed. Riddle won’t allow it, he can’t afford to.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona hears hurried footsteps, someone hastily running away as he awakes from his nap

He catches a glimpse of your backside but doesn’t think much of it. Some herbivore got scared of his presence and ran, big deal

But there’s something off. His instinct senses it and his mind tries to find clues to confirm or reject his feeling

Leona notices a little prick on his arm, one he’s sure that wasn’t there before. He didn’t nap near any prickly plants, so how did this happen?

His eyes land on an herb, used in ancient incantations and curses, one that he knows NRC doesn’t cultivate because of its dangers and costs

He growls and tests out his magic. The basics seem to work but when he tries to turn a nearby flower to sand, nothing happens

Leona lets out a ferocious roar and immediately tries to follow your scent. You were smart, the garden is filled with too many fragrant species for him to be able to pick out your trace

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hits him as a magic circle appears before his feet. The clever lion breaks the spell but it only adds to his anger

Leona wastes no time in delivering orders to the rest of Savanaclaw, not letting anyone know that his magic was stolen but simply that you had transgressed greatly against Savanaclaw. He probably says you insulted Savanaclaw or were actively trying to sabotage them

He has Jack try to follow your scent and Ruggie find any information possible

You’ve provoked the wrong person and Leona is determined to teach you that. He might be lazy but he wouldn’t let this go. He was going to take back his unique magic and let you taste firsthand why it frightened so many of the servants back home

Malleus Draconia

He should have known better. Of course, it was cursed. You claimed you wanted to share friendship bracelets with the dorm leader and he let his amusement get the best of him.

Oh? What an odd custom but he supposes he’ll indulge you for a while. It seems harmless enough, your questionable craftsmanship showing through uneven knots. You were even wearing a matching one yourself.

Later, as the spell activates when you are far from his reach, Malleus realizes too late your true malicious intentions

Prepare to pay the price

This is an act of war. Malleus is the ruler of the Valley of Thorns and he won’t let you get away with this. The implications of such an act are enormous.

It’s almost impressive if it wasn’t so unbelievably dangerous, for both him and you. While he’s still a strong magician regardless of his unique magic, it’s still important to him and dangerous in the wrong hands. You’re not quite safe either, his unique magic isn’t something just anyone can use and it puts you in danger of overblotting.

Malleus wanted a friend but it seems he’s gotten an enemy instead. The injury isn’t severe for the strong fae but the wound to his heart and pride are far greater. He wonders if he being less open and crueller would have prevented this predicament. The repercussions of losing his powers and what that means considering his position are not lost

There is an immediate hunt for you that won’t end until you’re captured and Malleus has his magic returned. Naturally, Lilia, Silver, Sebek, and many school members will join the hunt, but if it’s not resolved quickly then fae from his homeland will be brought in too

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is oh so careful. His long contracts are proof as much. He thinks it’s any normal contract, you a stupid unfortunate student that needs some help for Trein’s upcoming history test

He tells you to read the terms and conditions, which you move to your lap to read. You read the first page, skim the next, and he can tell by the fourth page you’re not really paying attention anymore. You rapidly flip the pages, fingers tracing a line or two before you inevitably give up and sign the last page

You thank him with a singsong voice and happily accept his study guide. He thanks you in return for your business and you’re both on your merry way.

Except when he opens his vault, it’s empty. He has the most horrid sense of deja vu. He runs out of his office and demands that Floyd chase after you only to find out you’ve already left the dorm

Once he explains the situation to Jade, the vice dorm leader tries to ensure that Azul doesn’t overblot again while providing Floyd with enough information to track you down

Azul and Jade pour over the contract he just made with you to extract anything that could help them locate you or expose a weakness when Azul nearly shrieks. A clause in the contract has been changed! When? How?! You must have somehow altered the contract with your own magic! That should be impossible yet it was his current reality

Azul is incapable of resting until you’re found. He worked so hard to perfect his unique magic. He thought that losing the contracts was horrid but this was even worse.

He’s teetering on the edge, trying his best not to break down, but it’s dangerous and no one in the Octavinelle dorm feels safe. He knows rationally that he still has his alchemy skills along with his normal magic but Azul feels sick to his stomach without his beloved unique magic

Vil Schoenheit

You came to him between classes on an off chance where he was alone. You explain that you were from Octavinelle and Azul was hoping Vil would test his new lotion! Vil rarely did work for free but last time he had requested some skincare from Azul it had worked out wonderfully, so he decided to accept

A week later, Vil had an unbearable stomach ache. Given Vil strictly controlled his diet and routine, he immediately deduced something was wrong with the lotion as it was the only recent change. After receiving some help from Rook and accessing some medical supplies, the pain passed but Vil’s rage did not

As an act of comfort or some semblance of control, Vil attempted to use his unique magic only to find it fail him. Vil worked hard to improve his unique magic, so to have it fail him sent the magician storming Octavinelle

He demands an explanation from Azul only to find out that every single word you spilled was a lie. Vil does his best to stay in control but fury runs through his veins unchecked. He clenches his hands hard enough to draw blood

Vil demands Rook hunt you down and bring you grovelling before his knees like the traitor you are. He plans to use his knowledge in potions to ensure you experience a blood-curdling punishment that will teach you a lesson permanently

Vil is not above using his large social media gathering to gain information about you, though he might tailor the story he tells his followers, simply telling them that you had transgressed against him

Vil’s mood becomes unstable. He is used to being in control and for his hard work to be rewarded but your little scheme threatens everything. This is nothing short of a nightmare that he plans on ending no matter what

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland headcanon #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia #vil schoenheit #azul ashengrotto #twstdreams #twisted dreams

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jaegerboob · 4 years

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WIP ROUNDUP!!

i was tagged by @trashpocket (hey bae ;)) and since im lonely here on tumblr and have no one but the void to yell at, i won’t be tagging anyone :((

okay let’s start off with my published WIPS lol i have quite a collection and boy do i regret posting most of these, but anyway that’s here’s my hot girl shit

"i’ll figure it out with a little more time” - (if u knew me at my thai BL phase no u didn’t :)) anyways this was a supposed to be a pretty short fic that features an oblivious Sarawat not knowing how to navigate his feelings towards Tine and Tine being an equally giant dumbass. their school is hosting a school dance and Sarawat’s emotionally constipated ass doesn’t know how to SPEAK and just ASK Tine to go w/ him. i swear i might be the author of this story but i also get mad at these fuckers

“we’re boyfriends?” - ah yes another Thai BL fic, i will admit. i have NO idea where to take this story lmao. i still wanna finish it tho cuz i hate disappointing ppl. the fic starts with Ae and Pond making a dumb bet so Pond will stop jerking off in their shared room and promises that he won’t do that as long Ae dates someone random and based off of Pond’s choosing. sweet bby Pete wanders into their campus accidentally and gets picked. Ae does the deed and tells Pete they’re dating. Ae thinks that Pete and Pond are scheming to make his life a living hell but lo and behold Pete has actually fallen in love with him (heheheh)

“i wanna ruin our friendship” - hello lgbtq+ community :). we all know where this fuckin title is from don’t be sneaky. so here’s my KilluGon college fic. I initially wrote this like two years ago and uploaded it on wattpad lmaooo then i edited it and posted on ao3 and once again i have no idea where to take this (ive forgotten what my original idea for this was lol) so basically Killua and Gon are really close friends and Gon is sortof a player in this AU idk why khdkadha but anywayz all of Gon’s exes have left him bc they’re jealous of Killua but Gon would never pick his current S/O over him so HAAA. it all goes to shit tho when Retz decides to trick Gon to taking her back for the school dance and idk what path to go for T_T

AIGHT now for my UNPUBLISHED WIPS buckle up yall this is a LOT. all the titles are WIPS so that’s why theyre iffy lol

“pussy talented”- (don’t mind the title lmao i just wanted a cat pun in there somewhere) basically, Bokuto is a firefighter and Akaashi an editor. They work near each other and Bokuto often visits Kuroo, who works with Akaashi. Ofc Akaashi falls in love at first sight but then he overhears that he has a "Kenma" waiting for him at home. Akaashi assumes that he's probably Bo's boyfriend and then leaves him alone, making Bo confused as hell. Little that he knows that Kenma is actually a grumpy calico cat.

“killugon flower shop AU” - Wing owns a flower shop and Killua helps out with Zushi along with Alluka out of boredom and one day Alluka asks Killua to help out with her client then he meets Gon and is immediately smitten until Gon says that he's looking for something that he can give to a girlfriend (it was actually Ging's request lol), lots of misunderstanding, Killua being too shy to ask the handsome stranger out and Alluka and Zushi being done with his shit

“rice isn’t the only thing getting crushed here” - Osamu falls in love with one of his most loyal costumers—Akaashi and he thinks he might just have a shot at it until one day while Akaashi is ordering a bunch of riceballs, Bokuto Koutaro of Japan's National Volleyball team enters the restaurant and sweeps Akaashi of his feet, unexpected angst and a generous helping of unrequited pining :)) dw this fic can go two ways: Bokuto is just Akaashi's best friend who he hasn't seen in months or b. Bokuto is actually Akaashi's fiance maybe i’ll write both endings heehee

“killua is sad and gets lovebombed” - while staying in Whale Island, Killua thinks he that he doesn't deserve Gon and tries to leave him while he's asleep but his plan is stopped when Gon wakes up and they both end up revealing their true feelings for each other

“excuse to write charles getting fucked by two delicious men” - Erik and Charles have been in a relationship for years now and basically fell out of love so when Erik gets promoted and has to move, Charles agrees and so they break up. Charles turns to Logan (who harbors a giant crush on Charles) for companionship and sleep together once. Logan says it was an accident but Charles wants more and they establish a FWB situation of sorts since Charles isn't ready yet. But then Charles gets into an accident and can't remember what happened the past year and a half so he still thinks he's with Erik. Meanwhile, Erik is living a luxurious yet empty life and when he gets the call from Raven about Charles' situation, he immediately goes back running.

“killua in whale island” - KilluGon are like 20-ish and Killua visits Whale Island and Ging just happens to be there as well. Killua thinks about how even though Gon and Ging are near identical, Gon just looks so much more handsome. (probs just a oneshot)

“another horny cherik fic” - Charles is a demon who was accidentally summoned when Raven, Hank and Ororo uses Erik's blood to perform a demon summoning ritual (as a joke) they didn't know it would actually work so now Charles is stuck with Erik because the human absolutely refuses to sell his soul

“IwaOi overboard AU” - Oikawa is a rich pretty boy and Iwa a college dropout who works at his uncle's repair shop with his younger brother Tobio and cousin Kyoutani ( both 5 yrs old). One day he gets called over to fix one of Oikawa's cars and after a failed and disastrous encounter with a drunk Oikawa, Iwa leaves the mansion fuming. Later in the day, it's discovered that Oikawa got in a car crash that took away his memories and since Oikawa apparently lives alone, he has no one to get him. not until Iwa comes ofc and with a malicious and vengeful intent, he tells Oikawa that they're dating and live together in his crappy apartment

“dancer Akaashi” - Akaashi is a dancer, Osamu is a bartender at the bar he works at and has also been in love with Akaashi for the past two years. He doesn't confess since he knows Akaashi doesn't like romance but then enters a bright eyed cheery Bokuto who sweeps the unreachable Midnight Moon off of his feet, bokuaka but im leaning towards bokuosaaka since akaashi deserves two boyfriends

“watch me be poetically horny for Akaashi Keiji” - Akaashi is a vampire and Osamu, a skilled artist. Akaashi posing nude and delighted at how beautifully Osamu portrays him. Osamu says otherwise.

Cherik College AU - drift by great gable.... late teens cherik... Erik being a misanthropic horny bastard and Charles a snarky piece of shit.... they get paired up for 7 minutes in heaven... turns out Charles has been ogling him for a while now.. hmmmm,,,.,. ( i wrote this when i was drunk and my og draft is too long so take this instead lolz)

“ BokuAka (NSFW) ” - Bokuto pushing off a guy who tried to hit on Akaashi while they're at a club. Akaashi gets so turned on he immediately drags Bokuto to the bathroom where he gets his facefucked in one of the bathroom stalls or Akaashi getting his face fucked in a dirty alley at the back of a bar after Bokuto gets into a fistfight.

“KuroKen (NSFW) ” -Kenma does top during sex but but he's just really lazy to put in the effort

aight that’s it oh damn i just now realize how much i have T-T bruhhhhhhh and this isn’t even all of them damnnn

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sleepover with Atsumu, where he gets all cuddly and sweet and S O F T✨✨ with his girlfriend?

Atsumu would probably only ever bring you over to his place to play games because he aint getting any action with that bunk bed. I feel like Atsumu’s not really sweet and soft in the conventional sense since he’s the type to get embarrassed about being really honest since he’s a brat but I tried my best!

Miya Atsumu x Fem! Reader

ENDEARING.

“You’re a goddamn leech, you’re here because we can’t have sex at your place thanks to that bloody bunk bed so you came crawling over here to have it instead, right?”

“I didn’t even say anything yet!” Atsumu squawked adamantly but you only regarded him with suspicion.

“You don’t have to, it’s written all over your horny face that you’re up to no good.”

“How mean! I just wanted a sleepover!”

You narrowed your eyes. “…Is that codename for ‘I just wanted to sleep with you… naked with our genitals touching?’”

“ARRRGHH! I can think about things other than sex ya know?!”

For a moment, you paused. Atsumu sighed in relief, happy that you finally seemed to have gotten it—

“Then I’ll have to arrest you for the falsification of identity and murder of the local asshole, Miya Atsumu. AKA, my sexually insatiable boyfriend.”

“Why do you treat me this way?” Atsumu deadpanned at you, visibly unamused with a hint of devastation on the side as you bit back a grin… very poorly since Atsumu could clearly see your fucking pearly white teeth stretching across your smile as you snickered.

“Come on, it’s just the norm to tease you ‘Tsumu, otherwise your head will get too big. I bully you in the most endearing way possible,” you say playfully as you went on your tip toes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a firm hug. Atsumu pouted, grumbling into your shoulder before picking you up to which you let out a small squeal as he spun you around. Even after putting you down, he growled, giving your ear a playful nip only to have his face be swatted away by your hand as you pulled away, ignoring his whines.

“Well, come in love, and close the door,” you had said before briskly walking away. Atsumu pouted at the mischievous gleam in your eye but obliged to your request, shoes off and following you in like an excited puppy. He saw you make a beeline to the kitchen stove and with an idle hum, he hugged you from behind and nestled his chin into your shoulder to peer over your work.

“Whatcha doin’?” he murmured into your neck, watching you with a lazy eye.

“I was making myself noodles before you came! I suppose I can share some with you though. So, what’s up, how come you’re here?” you ask him, feeling him sigh contently, the rumble reverberating in his chest could be felt on your back as you grinned. Still, you glanced back at the bag he held with a suspicious look.

“What, can’t I just come here ta spend some time with my girlfriend?” he laughed through his words, bright and twinkly before a sneaky grin formed on his lips. “My precious girlfriend who wouldn’t mind if I slept over since her parents are out?”

You stopped your stirring to look at him with a blank expression.

“I knew you were just here for sex.”

Atsumu gawked, recoiling his head back in a fashion that reminded you of an affronted rooster. Well, with his hair garishly blinding you the way it did, a rooster might be the perfect way to describe Atsumu anyway. But then again, he was probably more of a peacock. But, that’s obviously just a euphemism for a pretty dick.

“I’m not here just for sex…” Atsumu trailed off guiltily before he snuggled into you some more. “I wanna be with you too… and ya know ya love me [Name]~ ya want the same thing, righ’?” he teased impishly, a dopey grin kittenishly spreading across his lips as you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I do love you, you asshole.”

Atsumu’s breath hitched and you felt him lift his chin—awwh, he was so warm—from your shoulder. You blinked in confusion to see a stunned and slightly dishevelled looking Atsumu gape back at you.

“R-really?” he gasped, a hopeful glint in his eye.

You frowned at him for a moment before realising that, that had been the first time you’ve ever associated ‘love’ with Atsumu. Atsumu couldn’t help the grin that crept to his lips as he watched your face slowly turn pink to red before you huffed, returning back to your cooking, now angrily flustered.

“Awww, babe, yer so embarrassing~” he smirked like the cunning fox he is, trying to wrap his arms around your waist again as he cackled. “You must be sooooo embarrassed~” he sung a little too joyfully like a bratty school boy as you snarled.

“Fuck you, why do I have to be the one to do everything first huh? I asked you out first, kissed you first, now saying that first,” you rambled as Atsumu raised a lazy brow with a cruel smile.

“Finished first?”

The glare you offered him was so witheringly heartbreaking, it was enough to reduce a grown convicted murderer to tears. Hell, it might have even been enough to scare Kita-senpai.

“Get the fuck out.”

Atsumu despaired, shivering at your low voice—he was both a little scared and aroused—as you turned your back on him. When he tried to reach you again, you promptly back handed his nose and he groaned, doubling over.

“You’ve lost hugging privileges. Leave.”

“N-no, [Name]-chan, come on! I’m joking—ACK! [Name]-chan, please! Come on, I’ll be good!” Atsumu cried out in the midst of your surprisingly well aimed attacks at his face using your backhand alone while still expertly cooking at the same time. You chuffed, before grimacing to hear his pleading tone. Goddammit, Atsumu begging is something that no mere mortal can ignore.

“Fine, fine! Go set up a goddamn movie and don’t fucking touch me!” you commanded harshly in which Atsumu responds with a mocking salute before rushing off to your living room, not hearing the, “dammit I’m so weak,” you whispered under your breath, berating your heart for giving in so easily to his antics.

By the time you had finished your noodles, with some other toppings and a fried egg, you made your way to the couch, already knowing that your boyfriend’s probably put on some cheesy American action film. Rolling your eyes, you glowered at Atsumu who sported a lazy grin and tried doing the sexy lying down pose as he lay on his side, his feet stretching across the couch with his arm propping his head up. You narrowed your eyes dangerously before harshly pinching the thin skin by Atsumu’s ankle. He yowled, instinctively pulling up his legs as your malicious cackles filled the air before you squeezed yourself into the corner of the couch at a considerable distance from Atsumu. Atsumu pouted before he basically threw himself over you, roughly wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your arm.

“Wow, clingy. I thought I was sooooo embarrassing,” you say scathingly, ignoring his whines in favour of eating your delicious noodles.

“[Name]-chan! Come on, don’t be like that, I didn’t mean it!” he cried out but seeing you train your eyes on the screen only made him grimace before looking away sheepishly, digging his head into your shoulder. “I… I had another fight with ‘Samu.”

You raised a brow carefully before shaking your head. “Were you hoping I’d take your side and say, ‘You’re right ‘Tsumu! Osamu’s a dummy head that’s always unreasonable and stupid.’ Hm?” you ask mockingly.

Atsumu winced before huffing. “No, course not. We always get over it anyways, I just…” Atsumu trailed off before he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. “Yer just, warm, and soft to cuddle, that’s all.”

For a moment you didn’t say anything and Atsumu was worried that you still might be mad when he felt a soft pressure on top of his head and smiled seeing you continue eating with your head gently placed on his. He inhaled your scent contently although unsurprisingly you just smelt like noodles. Its rare moments like this that Atsumu finds himself appreciating the most. You’re always so blunt and honest, that’s why any time you do anything intimate, he knows you always mean it, it always feels special coming from you.

“I know you mean well but by calling me soft, but please leave my goddamn chub alone.”

Until you ruin it.

Atsumu blinked for a moment before he started laughing—although it sounded more like a hyena cackle than anything, the bastard wouldn’t stop—until he doubled over, clutching his stomach. You glared at him, greatly unamused, his snickering still continuing as he grinned at you mischievously, tears at his eyes.

“Whaaaat? Chub just makes you squishy and all people are squishy!” he offered, still wheezing in between his breaths as your scowl hardened.

“You’re not squishy!” you announced furiously, jabbing him in the chest to which he feigned pain by clutching the spot with his hands, as if you had stabbed him. “You’re made of muscle! Hard muscle!”

“Yeah, but you’re squishy where it counts…” he slurred, low and sensuous, a lazy smirk on his face as his eyes sauntered down to your—

“SUBTLE, REAL SUBTLE, GET OFF MY DAMN COUCH.”

Atsumu didn’t even register you putting your noodles on the table before promptly shoving him off the couch, his world spinning on its axis. In a fit of panic, Atsumu latched onto the first thing he could which—unfortunately happened to be you. You let out a shriek as Atsumu pulled you down to the floor with him, the wind getting knocked out of you as you groaned.

When you lifted your head, you found yourself on Atsumu’s chest, a gleeful smirk and a smouldering gaze drinking you in as you felt his hands cradle your lower back. You deadpanned while he settled for that husky chuckle of his.

“You’re a menace. I hate you.”

“In the most endearing way possible?”

You glanced back to see his cheeky smile and you couldn’t help but mirror it as you snorted as he used your own words against you. You stared at him closely for a moment before mumbling so that only he could hear, “Did you want to talk about your fight or nah?”

He hummed for a moment. “Nah, this… this is enough.”

You both laid there on the floor, holding each other for a little while, barely watching the movie as you felt Atsumu’s steady heartbeat continue a rhythmic thrum beneath your ear. You took a deep breath before grabbing his shoulders and pulled yourself closer to him so you were nose to nose. He raised a curious brow at you smiled a smile filled with sugar and honey.

“I love you Atsumu.”

Atsumu blinked slowly, replaying the words over and over in his mind, your conviction stunning him into silence. You watched with a hint of amusement to see his face turn from pink to red as a small frown slowly began to contort on his face, as if to ask if you were making fun of him. When you continued to stare at him with your burning adoration, he ducked his head almost shyly and in a quick movement, he had quickly pecked your lips before turning his head to the side as a poor attempt to hide his face from your gaze.

“Love you too,” he murmured under his breath, barely audible and you couldn’t help the grin as he pouted after a moment, whining, “Come on~ let’s get back to the movie!” although it didn’t hide the way his voice cracked just a little. He clammed up, embarrassed. You smirked.

Oh?

“Hmm, don’t wanna.” You slowly pushed yourself to your hands and knees as Atsumu looked up at you in shock, a little nervous smile on his lips.

“Eh? You wanna top or somethin’ [Name]?” he asked coolly, however his eyes betrayed him, suddenly on high alert as you hovered over him dangerously.

“I’m just not in the mood for TV when I could be showing you just how much I love you,” you whisper into his ear with dulcet tones as you watched it turn red. Atsumu, now a little flustered from your forward approach—although definitely turned on—he felt himself swallow his saliva, unable to alleviate the sexual tension in the air.

“E-eh? Ya wanna do it on the floor—AH!”

Atsumu was cut off by a rather airy moan when your lips suddenly started sucking on his neck, a rather sensitive spot for him which you always worked at relentlessly. Before Atsumu could really enjoy it though, you pulled away too quickly, leaving your hickey unfinished as you scrunched up your nose before hanging your tongue out in disgust.

“Never mind, I’m turned off, you taste like sweat. I’d rather go back to noodles.”

Atsumu spluttered on the spot, both embarrassed and infuriated as you jumped back onto the couch, gleefully taking up your noodles before you resumed eating. “Weren’t you the one that wanted to get back to the movie?” you asked with a teasing lilt in your sing song voice, your eyes twinkling with mischief as he reddened ever further.

“Y-you–! That’s–!” he stammered, unable to stop gawking at you as you patted the spot beside you, suddenly ‘invested’ in the movie. He pouted angrily, fuming as he sat by your side, roughly wrapping an arm around your shoulders, the other latching onto waist as he glared at you, waiting for you to notice him.

When you didn’t give him the attention he wanted, he huffed and petulantly ate your next forkful of noodles, never breaking eye contact with you as your lips quirked up in amusement. He had to admit, the noodles were good as he greedily swallowed them down. He blinked in surprise when he felt you give his jaw a quick peck as you snuggled deeper into his side, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I hate you,” he spat childishly, seeing that his attempts to infuriate you did not work at all.

“In the most endearing way?” you asked playfully.

He sighed before digging his cheek into your hair with a lazy smile, squeezing you just a little tighter.

“Yeah.”

#miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu #inarizaki #request #tumblr asks are bad for my work ethic #i have no self control #fluff #atsumu's a brat

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thegreymoon · 3 years

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Broker

Guess who else noticed how gorgeous she is in her hot, pink suit 😋

No idea why I’m so happy about it, it was expected, considering that he’s the love interest and also not blind 🤣🤣

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OK, I laughed 🤣🤣

Still hate the whole bunch of them, though.

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Jealous baby is jealous 🤣🤣

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Anyway, the pseudo-date with Qin Bin is idiotic. It’s not even worth screencapping.

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I changed my mind because she is a Queen and I adore her 👑👑

Yes, sweetheart, put pushy, bothersome men in their place by stating facts!!

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Can’t wait to get the background on the Qiu family drama and why Jianing is so low contact with them. It had better be something good because moving continents and not telling your fucking parents is just... not right.

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LMAO, spatially challenged relatable queen!!

I also have no spatial awareness whatsoever and get lost without a map regularly 🤣🤣 The hilarious thing is, I picked up coping mechanisms when my ridiculous self went and studied architecture. The only way I can understand space is through plans and cross sections but I still have absolutely no sense of direction 🤣🤣

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That whole lying to her parents thing is so pointless and impossible. I can’t believe that two educated middle-aged people are not going to check availability of seats themselves instead of taking their lying daughter’s word when she says they are all sold out for no reason. Just absolute nonsense.

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LMAOOOO, relatable Queen is afraid of needles! 🤣🤣

Which, again, I fully get, but, baby, don’t look at them doing it! The trick is to look awayyyy!! Otherwise the urge to run becomes insurmountable 🤣🤣

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LMAOOOO, she ran away 🤣🤣

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She’s so upset and betrayed 🤣🤣

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He’s so done with the sister and her bullshit 🤣🤣

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I am sorry, she looks like a stronger than average breeze could knock her over and her fight scenes are not at all believable 🙄

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LMAO, of course the father checked the availability of tickets himself! That whole thing was so damn stupid.

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I am so mad this ridiculous backstabber didn’t get fired and is still around, sabotaging her superiors 🤬🤬

The lesson here, kids, is not “be kind and understanding to everyone, regardless of how they treat you”, but “when someone is actively malicious towards you and taking steps to do do you harm, don’t help them get out of trouble and celebrate when you finally get them out of your hair” 😠

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OH WHAT THE FUCK

Did not see this coming, LOL, they got me good!!

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The faces on those petty backstabbers, I can’t stop laughing 🤣🤣

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Oh, wait, the big boss isn’t her dad, but dad’s friend 😅😅

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So, no family drama, QJN has a good relationship with her parents and is just an asshole. I’m sorry, but however I look at this, it’s pure nonsense and deliberate cruelty. How do you move back to your hometown from years abroad, where your loving, supportive family still lives, and not let them know where you are at the very least?

I mean, I’m enjoying this show a lot so far and not finding it nearly as bad as other people say, but this is some bullshit.

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Her father is fucking adorable and loves her so damn much! I’m so mad on his behalf 😠😠

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LMAO, they’ve done nothing but stab her in the back from the moment she arrived 💀💀

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A woman after my own heart 🤗

I became so much happier when I finally made peace with the fact that I would never look like the likes of Victoria Song, no matter how much I starved, and allowed myself to enjoy food.

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Backstabbing bitch.

You’re not even smart enough to scheme properly.

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THANK YOU.

Until something nefarious about him comes up, I’m continuing to like him. Super curious what her mother’s issues are, though.

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What? WHAT??

Plot twist!! But with that said, I hate it when shows pull stunts like this. It’s such lazy writing. The world is not that small for this kind of coincidence.

Also, imagine trying to threaten someone into not ratting you out, and them going, "Pls do kill me, I really want to die!” 😅😅

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LMAOOOO 🤣🤣

He god her goooooood 🤣🤣

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Soft 🤗🤗

Also, the soundtrack for his show is the most wonderful thing!

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LMAO, the idiot sister asking him to help set Jianing up with Qin Bin is the funniest thing 🤣🤣

Also, his face! He’s so done with her 🤣🤣

#luo yunxi #victoria song #broker #broker spoilers #broker ep09 #broker ep10

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singingunderthecurtain · 3 years

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God, Is That You? | 20190322

Author: @julietsoddeye Genre: Angst | Fluff | Fantasy AU Pairing: Xiumin x Female Reader (ft. Taeyong) Warning: Language | Mention of bleeding/blood in this update

Plot: Dear Diary, hopefully this is just a dream because this is not how he said it should be!

A/N: sorry this took a while D:

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~Walking along through the mud, you feel very depleted yet your feet are not stopping for anything.

You don't have the slightest idea why you're strolling through this filthy way, or for how long you've been doing it. Your feet are exceptionally dingy from strolling alongside this wet soil beneath your feet.

Why are you even bare feet?

Your beautifully-fit amaranth dress has splatters of blacks and greys and browns of different shades because of the muddy earth.

“Didn’t I tell you to be careful of men?”

You heard the familiar voice of the ethereal pink gentleman.

The sound of it kind of disappointed, not angry, but just a bit let down.

“God–uhhh, Angel... Guy, dude?” you call out, your feet still not stopping from marching on.

He's not anywhere in sight, everything you can only see is a ceaseless expanse of sloppy earth and dim skies.

“Come, my gummy bear, just a little more. Come to me.”

His voice sounded bright and encouraging now.

"Where are you?" you call for him once more, you can feel tears welling from your eyes now, somewhat terrified and beaten since you can't see him.

The unexpected yearning to see his divine features is hurting you profoundly. Your heart consumes for his essence. You need to see his face, you need to feel his touch, you need him. You unexpectedly need him like your skin is arid land and he is the water that can just extinguish your desperate insatiability, your extreme yearning.

"Simply follow my voice," he trains and afterward began to sing a melody,

“Will you come a little closer? I want to stay next to you like this. It’s alright, even if you don’t say anything. When I look into your eyes, I know, I feel everything. Will you look at me? You shine in me. Can’t get any more beautiful. You’re the reason that I keep walking”

The timbre of his singing voice was similarly just about as delightful as you recollect his beauty was.

The exhaustion and stress you felt are gradually dissipating and the more he sings the quite-familiar-but-not-really ballad with his lovely voice, the easier it was to walk, and slowly, slowly you can really, truly feel yourself float…

Drifting away from the earth, the wreck of the wet earth you were formerly strolling on.

You close your eyes as you sail gently on the air, traveling somewhere and nowhere at the same time. The cool wind blowing gently on your face, your hair, your whole being.

And suddenly you felt it—you felt warmth, kindness, serenity, love—you felt him… Finally.

You opened your eyes and he was there. The benevolent, sincere, and enchanting beauty that is this… Man.

He was holding you inside of his embrace. Both arms are covering, sheltering you from all harm. No more mud, no more strained feet, no more suffering. Just peace, harmony, and happiness.

All is well. Not a damn thing can hurt you now.

"You're safe now, gummy bear," he murmurs, the gleam in his expression is particularly lovely as he says the pet name to you.

“Gummy bear,” you repeat in a whisper.

And he gave you a smile so white and radiant, you know it can light up the whole place if not the sky is already so bright. For a moment your eyes are focused on his lips and when you look back up into his eyes, he makes a small shift of acknowledgment with them, a squint, letting you know that he’s got you and you’re okay and you’re cherished and snug inside his arms.

His face gradually inching to yours, eyes slowly shutting, you can feel the warmth of his breath hushing your own eyes shut. What's more, when his lips touch yours, you both burst into a million flying butterflies.~

You open your eyes, “just another dream,” exits your lips.

But you’re smiling.

It was a beautiful dream and you can’t help but linger on it.

You enter your bathroom with a tiny dance.

You do your hair and makeup while humming a melody.

You watered and sprayed your plants with sway and swing to your feet.

You greeted the bus driver, the barista, and the office building guard with a bigger smile.

You can feel today is going to be a good day.

Of course, you’re early for work, no one’s around yet. So you place the coffee you bought for Taeyong right in the middle of his table and go sit at your desk. You check your messages and sure enough, there’s a bajillion messages from XiuMin. Something about what you were talking about last night until you fell asleep on him again. And, of course, you reply one by one of each opinion and take about the topic he sent.

You were smiling from ear to ear and you didn’t notice Taeyong arriving.

“Someone is happy this morning,” Taeyong suddenly chuckled as he dropped his bag on his chair with a silent thud.

You were slightly jolted with his hasty entrance, but you got over it pretty quickly and toggle your phone asleep and lay it screen down.

“Just woke up to the right side of the bed today,” you grin enthusiastically and take a sip of your already lukewarm coffee.

The first half of the day went on as normal. Although Taeyong was called by Mr. Lee fifteen minutes before lunch, so Taeyong told you to take your lunch without him. Probably one of those lunch-out things they do once a month to meet clients.

You’ve been working for the company longer than Taeyong, heck a lot of your coworkers have been working there longer than you both combined, but Mr. Lee has a weird ‘favoritism’ over Taeyong. Sometimes, you can’t help but feel a little bad, especially on projects you know you’re gonna excel at. But you know Taeyong can’t control it, that the Team Leader favors him over anyone. He’s doing so great at his job so far.

So you take lunch alone again, this happens monthly. At least it only happens once, or twice when Taeyong goes to a different project team that month. And you notice people are still whispering around you. You have to get used to this, this isn’t going to be the first and last time until you find another job that is. But knowing how good this one pays, that option is not available for now.

“Hey, girl. Can I sit with you?”

Your inner thoughts were abruptly broken off by Jimin’s appearance.

Oh, Jimin, the office “fairy”, the pretty girl Jimin. Mr. Lee’s ex-secretary, who was ‘demoted’ to office staff because she was lazy and couldn’t keep up with his tight schedule and demands. The department couldn’t let her go though, because some clients always ask for her. She’s not only an “asset” to the company, she was also Taeyong’s ex-girlfriend. They briefly dated last year, but Taeyong couldn’t stand her. She’s beautiful outside, but kinda rotten on the inside. Loves to insult people behind her back and Taeyong couldn’t stay with that.

“Uuuh, sure,” you scoot a little bit aside to make room for her, even though you’re alone in a six-people table and she has plenty more space. And of course, true to Jimin fashion, she sat right snug beside you, almost sitting on half of your thigh, almost ugh.

“Your best friend out on a lunch date with Mr. Lee again?” Jimin jokes condescendingly. Her smug and snooty face, you just wanna smash on the plate of the vegan meal in front of her.

But before you can even react to her statement, she has managed to interrupt you again.

“Anywho… There’s a rumor circulating about you in the office, did you know?” Jimin whispers the last part, as if there are too many people around you when in fact there’s only you and her inside the pantry.

“Oh? I didn’t know,” You answer blandly and took a bite of your burger. Your lukewarm response doesn't seem to bother Jimin, it’s like it just flew over her head.

She took two big bites of her salad, with a little sway to her shoulders as she squints her eyes at you with intent before answering.

“Mmm, I don’t wanna tell you,” Jimin teases with a giggle.

“Okay,” you copied her expression with fake enthusiasm.

“Okay, I’m gonna tell you!” she squeals like a pig, “wait–” she gestures her pointer finger and pauses to gulp some water from her pink as hell hydro flask.

After she was done drinking, Jimin puts the lid back on her metal water bottle and pushes her unfinished food to lean her elbow on the table, and rests her chin on her palm, looking at you with an unpleasant and obnoxious smile on her lips.

“I just heard this from everyone, don’t get mad…” she starts, “apparently, you sleep around with our managers, yes multiple of them, that’s why they called you back after just two days.”

The abrasiveness on her tone sounded so odious and horrible that it made you make a sour expression on your face. You dropped the half-eaten burger on the paper wrapping and made you lose your appetite completely.

Jimin’s face lit up when she successfully agitated you.

“That is not true!” you bellowed, hitting the table with your fist. Her face shook in surprise and then she tried to hide her laughter with a purse on her lips.

“Oh, of course. It’s not,” she gave you a wink and then leaves you there frozen, utterly stunned, dazed, confused… FLABBERGASTED!

You are shaking!

You are shaking with anger and rage, your skin is buzzing with disgust that someone would make up some bullshit like that. Not, in any event, taking into account that those things they were making up would destroy reputations as well as might ruin lives.

And then your shoulders fell. They just fell on your body because you know you can’t do anything about that malicious gossip. Because the more you deny something, the more they will believe the opposite. So you inhaled deeply and then exhaled as loud as your shivering voice could let you, gathering all the unfinished food and even Jimin’s, because ~CL.A.Y.GO~, put everything in the bin and then washed your hands.

You are not going to cry! You are not going to break-down over dumb office gossip that isn't real. Yes, that’s what it is, just foolish and stupid dumbfuckery from a mornic as hell blabbermouth!

Whoever made up that fucked up story, you hope they develop warts in and around their mouth and on their tongue because they deserve that for having such a foul, baseless account about you.

As you were about to pull up your chair that was neatly tucked under your desk, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You look behind and it was Taeyong. So you smiled to hide your previous stress. You are sure he already heard these rumors, you don’t need to let him know you’re affected by the ugly tattles around the office.

“Hey, dude,” Taeyong greets with a smile, holding a mountain of folder files.

“Hey, dude,” you grin up at Taeyong as you look between him and the folders on his arms.

“Mr. Lee asked me to tell you to sign these documents?” He dropped everything on your table with a loud thump.

“Oh, sure. What are these about?” you grab one to open and you read the first line with “Project Approval”.

“Oh, you know, Approvals for the upcoming project. Meeting times, team groupings, distributions of topics, you know, the yoosh,” Taeyong chuckles a bit while scratching the back of his head. A sign of nervousness, you notice. Maybe he’s just stressed from all the shit Mr. Lee is making him do.

“Oh yeah, of course!” You gave him a soothing smile, assuring him you’re going to sign all of it. So you grab your dojang stamp to start. You and Taeyong are always picked by the managers to lead the groups with every project so you always sign documents like these monthly.

As you were busying yourself with stamping your name seal on each approval, the loud voice of your boss suddenly reverberated around the office. You look towards them and holy fuc—

“Everyone, I need your attention. I know you just had your lunch, feeling a little dozy and all, but we have visitors!”

Everyone who was lounging around, some sloppily and sleepily sat on their chairs all stood, including Taeyong who previously sat on your desk as he watched you stamp your seal on the documents.

In the middle of a big entourage, there stands an older man who you recognize as your current CEO, President Kim, and… THE MAN IN YOUR DREAM???!!!

“Ooof, Mr. Lee is not here for this ambush visit,” Taeyong whispered while sucking air through his gritted teeth.

“Sir?” your boss beckons with his hand for the CEO to speak. President Kim then taps and squeezes your supervisor’s forearm in acknowledgment.

The affability in the elderly person's face gets highlighted by the manner in which he grinned before speaking to everyone around him.

"I trust all of you had an incredible lunch, the food at the cafeteria is exceptional today," the old Kim trills happily and he got a chorus of similarly energetic reactions from everybody.

Yet not from you since you are simply stunned that the man alongside him, his son, is unusually, madly, grimly like the person in your dream. Were you dreaming again, or is this a nightmare? You tried digging your fingernails on the skin of your left pointer finger and slowly felt your claws breaking your skin a bit.

His eyes are filtering the little group in front of him and he did a second take before landing his gaze at you. His eyes had a little jolt to them that you never saw since you are so out of it.

You need to quit gouging your nails, you've got to stop or you'll bleed. And He smiled, oh GOD he smiled at you. And just like that, he’s not looking anymore. Why is he suddenly not looking?

You need to know why he smiled like that and on the off chance that he truly was the man in your dream, is this real and why can’t you stop poking yourself with your nails?

And there it was, the initial sting. You at long last halted because you finally bled. You turn your palms up and there it was four ruby crescents within your pointer finger. Fuck, that's gotta hurt later when you clean it.

"...Anyway, I am welcoming everybody to come and go along with us tomorrow evening for supper so I can formally introduce my son, your soon-to-be new President, Minseok."

After a couple of more words and trades of customs, they at long last left.

You ran for the bathroom once more, putting your finger under the faucet, and immediately water spouted out after the sensor detected movement.

The water was cold, fortunately so it wasn't that terrible when you washed off the cuts your fingernails left on your skin.

The remainder of the day was a haze, truly. Except for that hot couple of moments when Taeyong was torturing you on through the company instant messaging app about your little exchange of looks with dear Mr. Kim Minseok. He saw everything, even saw how your hand was shaking as you squeeze yourself yet he never realized you made yourself actually bleed. He was asking you when was the wedding day and the number of kids the both of you will produce, sending you relentless prodding emojis.

God, he's nice, yet he can be irritating when he needs to!

You mull over whether to tell Taeyong regarding your weird dreams, yet considering his teasing, nah. Not a freaking possibility!

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Part Two of V3 Monster Girls with a Human S/o

Hey guys! I know these took a while but I wanted to try to flesh these ones out more because Mod Kokichi and I had a ball talking them out. I can’t do more monsters sadly since I do have a handful of requests left but at the rate, I’m going they won’t take long at all so maybe I can do some more for you all at a later time. Regardless, I do hope that you guys enjoy these ones. I know I loved writing them.

(Part 1 here)

Miu (Imp)

Today had started as an average day.

You had gone to grab an item or two that you had missed the day before.

It was on your way home though that this soon changed.

On the corner was a demon girl acting like it was the red light district or something as she heckled all the passerbys, offering a "Night they'd surely remember."

You were planning on passing her by but apparently, your gaze rested on her for a few moments too long since now she had begun to stride towards you.

"You! I noticed how your eyes couldn't leave my smoking hot bod. I'll come home with you!" She announces immediately grabbing your arm and clinging to it, pressing it against her breasts.

"Hold on, I wasn't looking at you." You try to explain when she begins to get angry.

"What you think I can't satisfy you!? Then I'll just prove yah wrong! I'll bang you so hard that you'll be sent to a whole new world!"

You definitely aren't getting out of this, you could tell, so you could only do one thing. You'd make the most of it.

You sigh, reluctantly agreeing, causing her angry expression to quickly turn back to her previous confident one.

"Booyah! No one can resist the most beautiful succubus, Miu Iruma! Ahahaha!" She cheers far too loudly, as you drag her back to your place.

You immediately put aside your bag of groceries on the table when she pounced on you.

She pressed you up against the closest wall already beginning to kiss you. She seemed like she knew what she was doing which wasn't surprising for a succubus but something felt odd as soon as you got your shirt off.

Miu had immediately frozen, seeming unsure of what to do.

"Are you ok?" You ask not sure why she was stopping.

"W-well.....what do I do now?" She asks twirling her hair nervously around a finger.

"What do you mean what do you do now!? Aren't you a succubus?" You were confused as all hell and that only continued when her expression turned from a meek one to an angry one again.

"Well not yet! I just...I have to get promoted ok!? But it's fine because I was totally a succubus in my past life!"

What was she even going on about? There was no way any of that was true so you weren't going through with this. "I'm not doing this then. There's no reason to."

"B-but...I need this." She says turning meek at your firm tone before doing a total one-eighty. "Fine if you won't fuck me now then I'll just stay here until you will!"

And that is how you had begun your life stuck with Miu. She wasn't as bad as you had thought her to be and had come to actually enjoy her company.

However, there wasn't a day that she didn't make some sexual pass at you. It was tiring most of the time but you didn't mind how she'd surprise you at times.

It was another night that she was full of surprises for you when instead of whispering the usual naughty things she did in your ear she told you, "I love you, S/o. Even if you won't fuck me, your never getting rid of me!"

Himiko (Witch)

It was Halloween night when you had gotten lost in the woods.

You had picked out an easy albeit lazy outfit strewn together. Just a simple pair of wolf ears and a tail.

However, despite your fake ears and tail, you were still hopelessly lost with no sight of civilization in miles.

As you continued to walk through the night you eventually encountered an old house, laying dormant.

It didn't look abandoned thankfully and with night encroaching you decided it couldn't hurt to ask for some directions and maybe a place to stay for the night.

When you knocked on the door though, you were met with a small girl in a witch costume.

Even weirder though was how a smile began to stretch across her tired-looking face as soon as she caught sight of you. "Nyeh! The spell worked!"

Was this a prank of some sort? You were confused by all means as she pulled you into the house without another word, closing the door behind the two of you.

"Uhm so what's going on?" You try to ask when she shushes you.

"I'm thinking of what to do." She retorts pouting childishly as she assesses you. "As my familiar, I command you to sleep next to me tonight!"

What? "There's no way I can do that!" You tell her but she doesn't seem to listen.

Instead, she gets grumpier than when she was thinking, telling you, "As your master, you'll cuddle me! No excuses!"

There probably wasn't any getting through to her so you decide you may as well oblige. You lay yourself down on the bed in the room as she happily hops in next to you wrapping her arms around you.

She seemed so happy just to have someone here that you really couldn't resist giving her what she wanted, holding her small frame with your own larger one.

It would've just continued to be peaceful like that if not for what happened right after.

Moving to wrap her arms around you better she accidentally knocks off your ears causing her to look on in horror.

"You....you tricked me! You only pretended to be my familiar!" She whines, nearly tearing up.

"Well I tried to tell you but you wouldn't listen." You retort, feeling guilty for not correcting her more.

"I....that means you'll just leave like everyone else!" She yells back, tears beginning to streak down her cheeks.

You felt awful. She was just a lonely little girl that needed someone. Maybe you weren't a familiar but you could tell what she wanted.

"Even if I'm not a familiar, I won't leave." You start pulling her into you. "So don't cry, ok? I'm not going anywhere."

"You won't leave?" She asks sniffling between words.

"I won't, I promise." You tell her smiling gently.

She wipes away a few tears, using her hand albeit uncomfortably as you held her, smiling lightly again. "Then you aren't allowed to ever leave me!"

"I said I wouldn't, didn't I?"

She smiles again, wide and bright as she squeezes you in her own embrace. "Nyeeeh! I love you! You never get to leave me again!"

Tsumugi (Shapeshifter)

It had been months since you first met your girlfriend Tsumugi.

The day you met started out as rather ordinary. You were planning on just going to the arcade to kill some time when you had laid eyes on her.

She was exactly your type of girl. Her hair, her eyes, her skin, everything was perfect. That's why there was no way she'd talk to you.

However, as though to prove you wrong she did exactly that.

Soon enough, the two of you were playing games together and talking the whole day away. You even got her number by the end of it.

Luck seemed to be on your side you thought, so although it was rather bold you had asked her out.

Just like before, you really didn't expect things to go your way but they surprisingly did.

Now it was just date after date between the two of you and things were looking better than ever.

You knew she was the one for you and so you wanted to do everything with her, even just the mundane things. Just as long as she was there you were happy.

It was just another date night for the two of you when you decided why not go on a hike. The two of you could make your trek up the hills nearby and get a great view of the sunset.

You were two were just making your trek, talking and laughing all along the way.

That's when finally, your good luck had to come to an end. As the two of you were walking, you had stepped on some uneven ground, causing you to fall back into the wooden rails along the path.

You expected them to brace you possibly but as luck would have it, instead toppled over with you over the edge of the hill.

You could hear Tsumugi let out a yell as you toppled but as you landed you were greeted by a sickening crack of bone as well.

You couldn't move at all and from the sounds you made, Tsumugi knew something was amiss.

"Hold on S/o! I'm coming!" She calls out to you, taking her own time to carefully scale the hillside to get to you.

"Tsumugi, I don't think I can get up." You admit, still pained from your fall.

"You can't but I don't think I can carry you unless I."

Unless she what? You could barely listen to her, after that fall disorienting you so much but you knew you made no mistake when you saw, your normally gorgeous girlfriend turn into an entirely different being.

Instead of Tsumugi was a strange shadowy figure. You didn't know how to react, too confused to even scream.

"I'm sorry, S/o. I didn't want you to see this but I have to be able to carry you so that your leg doesn't get worse." She admits sounding as though she were tearing up.

As confused as you were, at least she was carrying you to safety.

You didn't care at that moment and simply allowed her to carry you back to the vicinity of your home so that you two could then go to the doctors with some help from family that actually could lift you.

And by the next day, it all felt like a dream. It felt as though Tsumugi never changed into some shadow being before your eyes but you knew you had to ask.

You had her over like usual and she seemed nervous already. "Tsumugi, you know what I want to ask right?"

She nods shakily responding, "I do, and I'll explain everything but please don't be mad."

You sighed, "I don't think you've ever been malicious or anything so I won't be mad. Just tell me so that I can understand."

"I'm....a shapeshifter and when met, I transformed to look like your ideal girl. I normally have a default form that I go with but I only have strength in the one you saw."

She explains everything to you but you did need to know, why she wanted to be your ideal of all people? You were average, you weren't extraordinary at anything either, you were just a normal person.

"The reason I wanted to be your ideal is because you were always so kind to me whenever I went with my default form. I was so plain and uninteresting but you always were so kind to me and I...I just fell for you before I could even help it."

She began to tear up as she gazed at you, holding your hands with your own in what felt like sheer desperation.

"Please don't hate me S/o. I knew you couldn't love a plain girl like me so I just wanted to make you happy."

"Tsumugi," you start, "I am happy when I'm with you. I love you for who you are not what you look like, and if the form you're most comfortable with is a plain girl or a shadow figure thing then so be it."

"S/o! I'm so glad I fell in love with you. I'll never keep anything from you again!"

Maki (Basilisk)

Maki never failed a mission. When she has orders she fulfills them.

That's why when she got an order to spy on you and assassinate you, playing as your harmless neighbor she had no choice but to oblige.

She had talked to you on numerous occasions as the job went on, gathering as much as intel as she could but something was always off.

You never suspected that she'd try to kill you at all, even when you had found out she was a Basilisk.

You just continued to be kind to her, unlike anyone else in her life.

You trusted. her and soon called her a friend but that just caused her to feel more guilty than she ever had.

She couldn't place why anyone would want to assassinate you but she couldn't disobey orders.

No matter how often you came to visit or invited her to meals it didn't change the fact that she would have to kill you with her own two hands.

It was another day she was visiting you when she had realized why she always felt so guilty having to kill you.

You made her favorite food and put on some movies, treating her like a real friend. You cared about her and she fell in love because of that.

She wanted you to care for her and to treat her like she belonged here but the sad truth was she didn't. She was only here to kill you and she couldn't put it off any longer.

She was always prepared for when it'd have to come to this and even as you watched a movie, situated right next to her on the couch, you didn't bat an eye as she moved.

She reached for the nearest thing being a pillow, not caring at all if she had to kill her feelings along with the person she loved.

She had to do this, if not she'd suffer, she'd be the one being hunted.

As she crept closer to your unsuspecting form, you turned to her surprisingly enough with a smile. "Hey Maki, can I tell you something?"

She tries to grips the pillow harder in her grasp, her claws nearly shredding the fabric as she nods.

You knew, didn't you? She'd have to still kill you and you'd know she used you.

"Even though it hasn't been that long since you moved here, I realized that I like you a lot. What I mean is, I love you, Maki. Would you go out with me?"

Tears began to well up in her eyes as she threw the pillow aside and held you close.

What was she trying to do even? She normally kills with her venom or her gaze and she was going to try to smother you!?

You messed with her head and as much as she was scared of what would happen to the two of you she couldn't help but to tell you her own feelings.

"I love you too but we can’t stay here if I come with you.” She admits, pulling away.

“What? Why?” You were shocked. What was wrong with where you two were?

“I.....look. I’m an assassin and I was supposed to kill you. I couldn’t do it though, because I’ve felt the same way for a while.”

She sighs looking over at your still shocked expression. “I know, that you still care about me even with what I said but, even if I go with you we can’t stay here. If we do, they’ll hunt us down and kill us both.”

You couldn’t believe your ears but you knew you had a choice to make. “I’ll go with you, wherever, you end up Maki. I love you.”

She sighs again but with a bit of a smile tugging up at her lips this time. “That’s why you’re an idiot but....I love you too.”

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #drv3 #danganronpa killing harmony #danganronpa x reader #x reader #miu iruma #himiko yumeno #tsumugi shirogane #maki haruwaka #ask #mod toko #monster au #hey if anyone wants more of this au you can request it when requests open again ;)

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dlwritings · 4 years

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Got Your Six | Tom Holland | pt 8

series masterlist found here

general masterlist found here

pairing - mob!Tom x reader word count - 4,198 warnings - swearing, oral (f receiving), fingering, choking, m/f sex, dom!Tom

summary - A thunderstorm wakes (Y/N) up, and Tom decides to keep her company.

(previous) (next)

About three weeks passed, and things were going smoothly for the most part. Tom, Harrison, Harry, and Sam took turns accompanying us to work. Everyday when we got home, Tom and Harrison would help us train. Tom and I went to the shooting range on Fridays, and April was still unaware. It was all working really well.

But at the same time, it wasn’t. And there was only one reason it wasn’t working, and that was Tom.

Because I no longer hated Tom. I really, really liked Tom. Everything was so much easier when I hated him.

Now that we were no longer at each other’s throats, I saw how fun he actually was and how much he cared about the people around him. He was funny and witty, and we were able to keep up our banter without the malicious intent behind it.

Also, he was sexy. Had I mentioned that he was sexy? Had I mentioned that, when he wasn’t being an asshole, he was irresistibly, mouth-wateringly sexy? And he was never an asshole anymore. It was completely infuriating. If I wasn’t afraid of destroying his character development, I would’ve started being rude to him again. I just didn’t want to be the reason he was back to square one.

So, we got along well. And it was fun. And the six of us became really close.

If April and I were going to watch a movie in the living room before we went to bed, 99% of the time, the boys joined us. Harrison and April would cuddle up together on one side of the couch, and I would use one of the other boys as my pillow.

Of course I didn’t have a preference as to who I was using.

I found out that Harrison loved Batman movies, Tom liked 90s comedies and any action film, Sam was a Star Wars fan, and Harry was a secret sucker for rom coms. Not only that, but we had bonfires two Fridays in a row, and April and I even dipped our toes in their pool from time to time. It felt so much like a vacation, I started to forget that there were people out to get us.

On the third Friday, we were all prepared for another bonfire, but Mother Nature had a different idea. It had been raining all week, and we were really hoping it would let up. While there were peaks of blue behind the clouds throughout the day, by the time the sun set, it was raining harder than it had been all week. Rainy weather seemed to make everyone lazy, because we all retreated to our rooms before midnight.

The minute the first rumble of thunder sounded, I knew I was a lost cause. It had been years since I had been capable of sleeping through a thunderstorm. The minute there was a slight boom, I knew my eyes wouldn’t shut until it was all over. At 22-years-old, nothing had changed.

By the time 1:00 rolled around, I was still awake. I decided to get out of bed and make some tea. Harry had been telling me that chamomile tea was his number one go-to drink when he couldn’t sleep. I figured there was no harm in trying it. I crept quietly into the kitchen, remembering quickly that I was the only bedroom on the main floor. As long as I didn’t drop any pots or pans, I was sure I wouldn’t wake anyone up. I started the kettle on the stove and stood on my tip-toes to get down a mug from the cupboard. As I was getting a teabag from the pantry, I heard someone coming down the stairs. I plopped the bag in my mug just as Tom walked into the room.

“Hey,” I said. “Did I wake you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said offhandedly. “The slightest noise gets me up. Think I’m paranoid.”

“I think that’s justifiable,” I said. There was a particularly loud rumble of thunder that made me jump and squeeze my eyes shut. The kettle whistled around the same time, so I reached to stop it.

“What, you afraid of thunder or something?” Tom asked, his voice teasing. I smiled softly and poured my tea, jumping again at the next crack in the sky. When I looked up at Tom, I saw that he looked a little concerned.

“You want the truth?” I said. He nodded, and I hesitated but decided to explain anyway. “When I think of storms, I think about my parents fighting.” I took a sip of my tea, hoping that Tom wouldn’t ask any questions, though I knew the statement was too vague to not warrant any further discussion. It had just been a long time since I told anyone about my parents. Now that I thought about it, maybe I never had.

“Why is that?” Tom asked. I pressed my lips into a tight line as I leaned up against the countertop.

“Wanna make some tea?” I asked him. Tom nodded and got himself some tea from the cupboard while I got him down a mug. The water was still hot, so he poured it without turning the stove back on. I spoke while he wasn’t looking at me.

“Growing up, my parents always fought during storms,” I said. “Like, it seemed like they saved every screaming match for a thunderstorm.”

“Why?” Tom asked, blowing on his drink as he brought it to his lips.

I shrugged. “I think they thought April and I couldn’t hear them. But we could. We would always fall asleep in the same bed, and I’d just hug her and talk to her to drown out my parents until she fell asleep. I’d stay awake until the storm was over. I think I was really waiting to hear the end of the argument. Sometimes I could make out what they were fighting about -bills mostly- but usually I just heard their voices. Like they weren’t even speaking our language.” I took another sip of my tea. “April got over it as we got older, but I guess I never really did. Now I just can’t sleep during storms.”

I jumped onto the countertop and winced at a rumble of thunder. Tom sat beside me. I needed to keep my mind off the storm, so I kept talking. I figured I was word-vomiting, but as long as Tom wasn’t going to protest, I was going to continue. “I think a lot of people see me and April and think we have these really lovely and cushy lives,” I said. “I’ve always felt that romanticizing people based on what you see on the surface is really toxic, but that’s what people do. They see us working at a cute bakery and laughing with our parents, and they think, Those girls must have it all, but we don’t. Like, we may not dress like it, but we don’t have money to toss around, you know? Any nice clothes we get came from garage sales or thrift shopping or presents for holidays from family. We live paycheck to paycheck, and I’ll be in debt from college for the rest of my life. And every meal April and I eat with our parents ends in a screaming match over something stupid. But that’s not what people see. They see this Instagram-ready cafe with the cute family and the peppy baristas.” I scoffed. “This picture that we paint of ourselves, these cute and bubbly people we both pretend to be, that’s just it. It’s pretend. They’re not real. At least mine isn’t.”

I shook my head and stared down at my mug. “April’s such a better person than I am. She always has been. People always liked her more, probably because she isn’t closed off and cold to strangers. She just trusts and loves with everything in her.” I took a sip of my tea before shaking my head again. “It’s naive.”

“Has it ever bit her in the ass?” Tom asked. “Being cute and bubbly instead of closed off and cold?”

I chuckled dryly. “Look at where we are now. This all happened just cuz she tucked her hair behind her ear and flashed Harrison a pretty smile and believed he was a normal person.”

Tom cracked a grin. “Fair enough.”

Thunder rumbled louder than it had before, and I almost spilled my drink because of it. I sighed and took another sip from my tea. I rested my head on Tom’s shoulder, and he put his cheek on the top of my head. “It’s weird to think about how we got here,” I told him.

“What do you mean?”

“I dunno,” I said. “Just, like, if you guys hadn’t come in that day, you know? We wouldn’t be here.”

“I hate putting it like that,” Tom admitted. I moved my head to look at him.

“Why?” I asked. Tom jumped off the counter and leaned against the island in front of me, then folded his arms across his chest. He stared down at his feet.

“Because I still think about how this is such a shitty situation for you to be in,” he said. “And everyday that you’re still here, I feel guilty that we walked into your shop and dragged you into this.” I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head.

“Tom,” I said, kicking my foot out to hit his thigh so he’d look up at me. “I don’t want you to feel guilty about this anymore. I’m not mad that I’m here, and neither is April. We’re doing fine. I’ve learned a lot about life, and I think that’s super valuable. And come on-” I scoffed. “-I met you, right? And I learned that you can grow to like someone you used to hate in a matter of weeks.”

Tom stared at me for a moment, and it looked like there was a battle going on behind his eyes. Just as I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong, he took one step closer to me and took the mug from my hand, setting it on the counter. He put his hands on my knees and pushed them apart so he could stand between my legs. Then, he put his hands on my cheeks and kissed me.

I pushed him away almost immediately, shock going through my body. Tom didn’t say anything, just stood there breathing heavily through his nose. The shock wore off the longer I stared at his pink lips.

I gripped the back of his neck and brought him back in for a kiss. He growled against my lips, his teeth nibbling into my lower lip. I whimpered and tugged my fingers through his hair. “Fuck,” Tom moaned, pulling his lips away from mine. He grabbed my hair and tugged my head to the side, kissing my neck. He was leaving a mark, I knew, and his grip on my hair was tight. Rough. Dominant. Hot.

“Tom,” I moaned, threading my fingers in his hair again.

“What do you want, petal?” he asked.

“B-bedroom,” I stuttered. “Please. Please.”

“Love hearing you beg,” he said, his lips turning into a smirk against my skin. I didn’t say anything, just squeezed my eyes shut and whispered please to him again. He put his arms around my waist and threw me over his shoulder. I giggled a bit as he smacked my ass and carried me to his room. He dropped me onto the bed, and I pushed some hair away from my face as I smiled up at him. “Fuck,” Tom groaned, hanging his head as he hovered over me. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“What?” I asked, my smile dropping. “Like what? What did I do?”

“You’re so-” He cut himself off with a sigh. “-so different. So beautiful and good and honest and real, and I don’t want this to be the only time we do this, okay? I don’t, I never want to, to-” Tom’s hand balled into a fist as he pressed it into the mattress beside me, trying to compose himself. I frowned and furrowed my eyebrows, then brushed my fingers through his hair.

“What’s going on?” I asked. He clenched his jaw then licked his lips and sighed.

“I don’t want to just fuck you like I’ve fucked other girls,” Tom said. “I, I want to make you, make you feel good and kiss you and hold you, but it’s, it’s weird for me because I never do that.” He looked at me and pushed some hair away from my face. “But you make me want to be different,” he said.

“Is that a good thing?” I asked, taking his hand and kissing his palm

He laughed. “Yeah. I think it’s a good thing.” He leaned down to kiss me but pulled away before too long. “Now let me fuck you right.”

Tom started kissing my jaw, then down my neck. My chest was heaving as his fingers fumbled with the buttons of my sleep shirt. He got them all undone, and I sat up to take the shirt off and throw it across the room. Before he could do anything, I put my hands on the back of his neck and pulled him close to me. Our kiss was slow and full of tongues fighting for dominance. I sat up straighter and straddled his hips. Tom pulled his lips away from me and kissed down my chest, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. I threaded my fingers in his hair and held his head close to me as I ground my hips against his. He pulled away from my chest with a pop and brought his lips back up to mine. I moaned into his mouth and scratched my nails against the back of his neck. He pulled away from me again and kissed along my jaw. “God, fuck me, Tom,” I moaned. I tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants and tried to tug them down his hips.

“No,” Tom said. His voice was commanding, so I stopped. “No, we’re gonna take our time. ‘M gonna make you feel so good, baby.” Tom pushed me off him, and I laid down on the bed looking up at him. He kissed me again, slowly and carefully. I whimpered as I felt one of his hands play with the hem of my sleep shorts. His hand slipped past the band and my underwear, and his fingers ran up my folds. I could feel him grin against my lips, and I let out a disappointed sigh as soon as he pulled away from me and brought his hands out of my pants. I watched as he sucked his fingers off and sent me a wink. “You taste lovely, petal,” he said, “and you’re already so wet for me.”

“T-Tom,” I breathed out. “Please. Can you, can you do something?”

“You know-” He chuckled. “-you’re so cute when you beg like that.” I wanted to say something else, but I was distracted when Tom hooked his fingers in the band of my shorts and panties and pulled them both down my legs. He threw them off to the side of the bed, then moved his body so his face was near my core. “God,” he almost moaned, “you smell like heaven.” I whined again and lifted my hips, trying to force him close to me. “Relax, relax, love,” he said. “I’ll take care of you.”

My head dug into the pillow as Tom started kissing my thighs. It had been so long since anyone went down on me, and I felt like I could cum just at the idea of it. “How bad do you want this?” he asked, sucking a mark on my thigh.

“So bad,” I whined. “‘S been so long.”

“How long?” he asked. “How long since someone’s eaten this pretty pussy?” He kept bringing his lips closer and closer to where I wanted them, but he kept leaving me disappointed.

“Too long,” I said. My eyes screwed shut as I felt his breath on my core. “Eyes on me baby.” I forced my eyes open and looked down at Tom. Just as fast, his eyelashes fluttered against his cheekbones as he looked back down at my core. Before I could beg him to touch me, he pressed his tongue flat against me and gave me a long lick. My hands went straight to his hair as he brushed his nose against my clit.

“Oh, shit,” I moaned. Tom grinned against me and started drawing shapes with his tongue. “Tom, please.” He pulled away from me, starting to leave sloppy wet kisses on my thighs again.

“What do you want, (Y/N)?” he asked, lightly biting my skin.

“Your, your fingers,” I said. Tom teased my cunt with his pointer finger, not quite moving it in all the way. I moved my hips to get closer to his hand, and he allowed his finger to slide in to his knuckles. He slid another finger in soon after and quickly brought his lips to my clit. He sucked it into his mouth, letting his tongue flick it over and over again. “Just like that, Tom,” I moaned, tugging at his hair again and digging my head back into the mattress. I jumped and looked down at him when he slapped my thigh.

“Eyes, on, me,” he said, emphasizing every word.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I watched his every movement, relishing in the way his hair would tickle my thighs. “Tom,” I moaned as he curled his fingers to reach that spot. “I’m gonna come.” His fingers were relentless, and he kept swirling his tongue around my clit until I scratched my nails against his scalp and came. Tom didn’t move his face from between my legs until I rode out my high. He pretty much licked me clean before he gently kissed my thighs.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed, running his fingers up and down my legs. I hummed contently, and my eyes fluttered closed. He moved his body so that his knees were on either side of my legs, and he stroked my cheek to get me to open my eyes. “How much farther do you want to go, love?” he asked. “Because I’m not done if you’re not.”

“I’m not,” I said, shaking my head. I grabbed the back of his neck and pressed my lips to his again. He smiled against the kiss and pushed his tongue past my lips. I wrapped my legs around his hips and rubbed myself against him. He pulled away and nodded, then pulled his shirt over his head. I put my hands on his pecs and ran them down his stomach and to his joggers. He let me tug them past his hips and down his legs. His boxers quickly followed. I licked my lips and reached out for him, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed.

“Let me get a condom,” he said. I nodded and watched him go into the bathroom. He came back a few seconds later with a foil. He got back onto the bed, and I took the foil from his hand, ripping it open with my teeth. Tom let out a heavy breath and watched as I rolled it onto his cock, pumping him a few times. He grabbed my wrist and pinned them to the bed again. He stared at me as he held his cock and brushed his tip along my folds. “Jesus,” he said, hanging his head. “Didn’t think I could get you anymore wet.” I almost started to beg him to do something, but he pushed himself into me and cut off anything I might’ve said. Instead, I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut. “Hey,” Tom said, slapping my cheek lightly and stopping his movements. My eyes fluttered open as I looked at him. “What have I said?”

“E-Eyes on you,” I stuttered.

“Right,” he said. “Eyes on me.” I nodded, and he finally bottomed out. He stayed that way for a moment before sliding out and slowly thrusting back in. He was fucking me slowly, pressing soft kisses across my neck as he did so. I forced myself to keep my eyes open, though the pleasure made me want to squeeze them shut again. I appreciated how slowly he was going. I felt cared about, but I hadn’t had sex in so long. I wanted to feel him everywhere.

“I, I, ah fuck,” I moaned. “Faster, Tommy.”

“What was that, darling?” Tom said, a smirk on his face.

“Please,” I whined. “You’re not gonna break me. Just, fuck, just go faster.”

“Did I hear you say Tommy?” he asked, nipping at the base of my throat.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Please, please, ah- fuck.”

“Please what?”

“Please-” I hummed as he stopped moving his hips. “Please, Tom, s-sir, boss, fuck, just please.”

“Jesus Christ,” Tom mumbled. He bit my shoulder, then kissed the skin softly. “Call me sir.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay…”

“Sir,” I said. “Okay, sir.”

“Good girl,” Tom cooed. I moaned loudly when Tom snapped his hips against me harder. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Y-yes, sir,” I said. “Fuck, I love it.” Tom chuckled and kissed up my throat until he pressed our lips together. He grabbed my thigh and kept me close to him. “Can, can you-” I cut myself off with a moan as he lifted my leg above his shoulder and pounded into me at a new angle.

“Can I what, doll?” he asked, his hair flopping in front of his forehead. I knew I wouldn’t be able to form a sentence, so I grabbed his hand and brought it up to my lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth. Tom moaned as I swirled my tongue around his fingers. I pulled them away with a pop and brought his hand down to where our bodies met so he could rub my clit.

“Yes, Tom,” I screamed, tugging my fingers through his hair. He gently pressed his hand against my throat, and my breathing started to get labored.

“What’s my name?” he asked.

“Fuck,” I swore. “Shit. Sir. It feels so good, sir.”

“Are you close?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whined. “Yes, I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me,” he said. “Wanna feel you squeeze my cock.” He replaced his hand with his lips and started kissing my neck. With one little nibble on my sweet spot, I came even harder than I had the first time. “Oh, shit,” Tom moaned. With a few more thrusts, Tom came as well, moaning against my neck. He let my leg fall back against the mattress and had to hold himself up so he didn’t fall against me. He gently laid on my chest, and I threaded my fingers through his hair. He peppered kisses against my breasts, and I slowly felt him soften inside me.

“Tom?” I said after a few moments had passed.

“Mm?” he hummed.

“I hate to do this to you, but I gotta go pee,” I told him. I felt him smile -his lips were still on my chest- before he pushed himself up and slid out of me. I sighed at the feeling and got out of bed, then walked over to the bathroom.

When I got back, Tom was still laying in bed, though he was under the covers now, so I assumed he had gotten rid of the condom. I was hesitant to join him in bed. I knew he had said all of the stuff about not wanting me to be like other girls, but there was a tiny part of me that wondered if he was just saying that to get into my pants.

As if sensing my debate, Tom -who had been looking at his phone- looked up at me. “There’s boxers in the top drawer,” he told me. “T-shirts in the one under that.” I thanked him, deciding that had cleared up whether or not I was staying or leaving. Once I had the clothes on, I joined him in bed. Tom locked his phone and snuggled more under the covers, then turned on his side to face me. I mirrored his position, and he chuckled and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “Sounds like the storm’s passed,” he said. I listened for a moment and could only hear the sound of heavy rain outside Tom’s balcony.

“Good,” I said, “cuz I’m tired.” Tom grinned and turned onto his back, putting one hand behind his pillow and one above my head. I adjusted myself so I was laying on his chest with an arm wrapped around his stomach and my legs tangled with his. He started playing with my hair, and I melted into his arms, feeling like I was fitting into a puzzle I had been in before. “Tom?” I asked, my voice piercing the quiet around us.

“Mm?”

“Have we done this before?”

Tom chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Goodnight, petal.”

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jellysharkbat · 4 years

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I’m going to preface this with: I’m not a fan of call-out posts. I’m going to post on one topic in this post, and another topic in a different post. All of this will be under a read more tag, because I don’t want to be rude and slam your dash with a wall of text.

Adding a second preface: I’m probably going to reblog or like stuff from people you may not personally agree with. I’m liking and reblogging because I like the work, not because I’m in love with the creator. People still like John Lennon’s music and he beat women.

Anyways, here goes for anyone who wants to read.

I don’t like confrontation, I don’t like making people angry.

I won’t be calling anyone out. Whenever I see a call-out post, I get scared- which is completely irrational, I know. But I do. I don’t want people to be angry. When I know someone is angry, I become completely aware of how weak, and small, and helpless I really am. And I feel somehow responsible, even if just by the vaguest of associations. It’s not a great feeling.

I come to tumblr to escape my life. It’s not the greatest website ever, but it’s the best I’ve got. I just want to enjoy something I like, and hopefully, enjoy it with other people. I like to believe that's the intention of most of us. No one intends to do anything other than have some fun.

But I’m not you, I haven’t lived your life. I have no idea whether or not your anger is justifiable. It’s not my place to say., because I’m not you. I can’t read your mind and I know exactly zilch about your real life. I’m never going to tell you that you shouldn’t be angry or upset, because- and I can’t stress this enough- I’m not you.

And you’re not me. All of what I just said? That works in reverse too.

I don’t particularly want to comment on the current going-ons in the fandom, because other people have said it far better than me, and I don’t really feel like I have the right to say anything (whether or not I agree or to what extent I agree is irrelevant). Again, I don’t like people being angry. I don’t want to upset anyone. I have no idea if what I say will matter to someone, or make them happy. I can’t speak for other parts of the world, but in the States, things are tense (to say the least). And I know that sometimes, that’s going to spill online. That’s not wrong. I get that it’s going to happen.

The problem is...even if you aren’t irl, it’s so so easy to come across as the loudest voice in the room online. That’s intimidating to me. It doesn’t matter if I agree or disagree with whatever you said, or what it applies to; the first thing I notice is that you're angry. My first response is to run from that. I’m not good with anger. I wish I was, but I’m not. I can’t do confrontation very well, even if it’s on tumblr. Sometimes I try but I probably don’t do it well.

Guys, I’m slow. I’m slow, and oblivious, and stupid. I don’t know everything, and I don’t claim to know everything. I’m not an authority on any subject, especially racial. So I just wanted to say to any friends, mutuals, and followers: if I do something that is wrong, please tell me. I’m not trying to be malicious, I don’t want to be mean or come across as the next Bitch of Buchenwald. I’m aware that I screw up, but I don’t know how I screw up. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I need you to tell me that, otherwise I’m going to assume that no one has a problem with anything I might write. How can I know if no one tells me? I can’t.

If you need to, pretend I’m a toddler. (Weird analogy but stick with me here- I promise it makes sense). I’m a toddler and I just grabbed a knife and nearly cut myself. You’re angry about that, because of course you are. No one wants to see a little kid stab themselves. That shit will give anyone a heart attack, whether or not you like kids. But you can’t just grab the knife away from me, yell at me, and then walk away. I’m never going to know why I shouldn’t have grabbed the knife. All I know is that it made you mad.

I’m slow. And lazy. I know I should do more to research what I shouldn’t do. But I don’t, and a few opinion pieces on the internet aren't going to magically make me the Perfect Ally. I rely on you for that. Because your personal experiences mean a hell of a lot more than someone writing for the Daily News or whoever and getting paid for it.

I’m not asking for a life story; I don’t want or need to know personal information. Just pop an ask in my inbox or dm me, and let me know what I did wrong and (if necessary) why it’s wrong. I’m not going to always understand things because I can’t see it from your perspective. Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to try. But that’s going to take multiple efforts on my part. It’s never going to be automatic, the way it is for you. I’m probably going to screw up more than once on the same issue. I’m going to be confused. I’m not always going to understand.

Please be patient with me while I learn to be better.

And never- never- feel like you can’t speak up about my mistakes. I know it’s probably incredibly tiring at this point, and you may want people to just get it already but...that's not how it works. I think we both know people aren’t machines, and can’t be corrected one time and ‘oh look! It’s never going to be an issue ever again’. I wish we could but yeah.

I need you to tell me when I screw up. It will be very uncomfortable (for me), but I know it’s necessary. If I don’t respond right away, that’s probably why by the way. I need to wrestle with myself, to not get irrationally guilty or upset to the point where I want to cry because I made someone on the internet mad at me, and feel like I’m an absolute monster before I can say something back. (Like I said. Irrational.)

If I have done anything to make anyone feel uncomfortable and unsafe, I am sorry. I never mean to. Please tell me, so I can make sure I don’t do that again to you.

#dragon age #i can only ever fix whatever I do wrong #and I really hope I don't make anyone mad for either not condemning someone or defending them #it's probably weird but I don't want any friends to 'break up' with me #personally I don't 100% understand why something is wrong but I'll keep that to myself #a friend poked me last night and brought it up #hence today's posts

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ketsuyuki-hibana-typed · 5 years

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Idk if anybody asked you this but... DOMESTIC MODERN AU WITH KAIGAKU.

ahshahahahaj ANON YOU'RE SO BRAVE, I DROPPED EVERYTHING I'M PLANNING TO WRITE TODAY.

I saw Kaigaku as problematic character at first, from Himejima incident until he became demon. But now, I didn't think he's purely evil.

This dynamic is kinda different from other DomModernAU I wrote, but I really hope you like it when it comes to understanding your partner.

Kaigaku x Reader (Domestic Modern AU)

You met Kaigaku first in high school when he's... Well, let's say, not in so good state. He was all beaten up in the corner of the street, with bruises and scratches everywhere.

You offered him a hand, but he just slapped it out and said, "Get the fuck out."

But, since everybody labelling you with 'Stubborn girl', you didn't give up. He did angry and tried to pulled out his hand when you grabbed it.

"Stay still." You didn't care, you had strength to make him being a good boy and finally, he let you treat his wounds.

You put giraffe figure plaster to cover his scratch on the forehead. "Done. You're Kaigaku, right? I'm (y/n). We're in the same class. I don't know what are you into but please take care of yourself."

You stood up and leave that place, leaving Kaigaku who dumbfoundedly sat there.

It was an old story, and you still wondering how the fuck he could end up stole your heart. You're both university student, and Kaigaku took the same class as you.

And now you wake him up in the morning like a daily couple should be.

"Kaigaku, wake up."

He jumped and sat in no time, yawning and looked at your bed hair.

"Bird nest." He ruffled your hair before went to the bathroom.

After clothings and vice versa, you cooked breakfast. He stared at you silently.

"Is there something matter?"

"Your satin, I don't like it. It's too transparent. Change it to hoodie or something."

"It's just-"

"Change it." You sighed.

"Yeah, yeah. After I finished this one."

He was almost like that everyday, scanning on what you wearing and didn't want you to be flashy. But you know, deep down, he just don't want anything happened to you. He's an overprotective type.

He stood up and hugged you from behind. "Are you mad at me?"

"Guess." You turned off the stove, putting two eggs on the plate and looked up at him.

"Huh, is that a challenge." He kissed you on the lips, light-bite your lower. You bite his upper lips, cupped his cheek, brought him closer.

"Not now." You pushed him while he grinded his hips towards you. "We have class, Kaigaku."

He clicked his tongue and brought the plate after stealing forehead kiss from you.

"Kaigaku is a bad influence. Did you ever consider breaking up with him?"

"There are so much people better than him."

These words were from your daily conversation with your uni's friends. It gradually asked until you become bored of it.

"No."

"But-"

"Do you know the proverb that saying, "Even demon could shed tears too"? He probably looked like a bad guy, but I still believe that he has good side."

You believed in him. And he never break your trust towards him.

He really became tame and good boy when you are around. On the other hand, people were really afraid of him.

But Zenitsu, his only 'friend', didn't really close to him

When Kaigaku took your seat and you queued up on cafeteria, you met Zenitsu. He asked about how you're doing with him.

"I had to admit, I adored your bravery, (y/n)."

"What, no..."

"Everyone distances themselves from him, everyone saying that he forced you into this relationship, but I know he's not and you're different." He scratched his cheek. "Somehow, as his 'friend', I should thank you. Our grandpa really at ease when he knew you're there to make him better."

That's how Kaigaku portraits around him. Scary, malicious, and unscrupulous.

You didn't pity him nor change him fully, you know you aren't God, you can't change human's trait easily as flipped your palm.

But instead, you taught about kindness, adoration, gratitude and appreciation. Slowly, but steadily, until he understanded the essential of being alive.

And having a partner.

That's how you live and you don't want to be bothered by some merely comments and opinions.

Simple, you love him because he's Kaigaku.

Kaigaku probably wasn't romantic type but he always made sure to give you enough affections everyday.

Like, on day-off, he baked apple pie out of nowhere, and shoved it on your face.

"Eat."

"You made this?"

"Ya." You take a bite, feeling the crunchiness on outside and melted inside.

"This is great, it's delicious! I don't know you could make apple pie."

"Well." He became smug. "I know I could cook better than you."

"Then, you should cook for dinner instead of me."

"No, I don't want to, I'm lazy."

"You little dipshit." He laughed while putting the plate on the table.

"Beside, I love your cooking more than anything else." He mumbled.

"Hm? You said something."

"Nothing, wipe your mouth geez."

He's actually smart and often taught you on exam when you met difficulties, but you had to hold your grudge to punch him because he often called you "Dummy" whenever you asked him about a question you don't understand.

But in the end, his teaching method is the best for your dumb brain.

And scolding, he's more garrulous, even more than your mom. He would correct almost everything wrong on your life.

Which one life's is being 'corrected' right now, you're so confused.

Sometimes, both of you went on date. But not really often, because he growled at people who stared at you for too long. You just chuckled, because you thought he's like a dog or wolf and he became flustered. He thought you didn't deem it seriously.

You literally didn't have to do anything, just smile everyday, and it will make him soft.

He always picked you up from your night shift part-time work.

Because one time you went home alone, he's panicked because you didn't pick his call nor came home on time. So he hurriedly went to the convenience store you worked on.

And you were there just in time before closing the store.

"Kaigaku, why are you here?" He rushed and hugged you, put his head on your shoulder. You could feel him trembling. "Calm down, okay? It's not like-"

"You didn't pick my phone! I thought there's something happened to you! I- I couldn't-"

"I'm sorry." You caressed him back. "There are so many things I had to sort on. That's why I came home late. I forgot to bring my charger with me. Sorry for making you worry."

After that, he will wait for you in front of the store while gazing at the sky. When you finished, you went home together with him.

He often told his problem and people who nag on him when it's dinner time. Sometimes, you listening, sometimes you gave your opinion. Nothing much.

If there are no assignments, you sleep earlier with him. He likes to put his nose on your crook, or your chest. The inside beat made him happy, knowing you still beside him until today.

You usually slept first.

He awoke at night, not feeling sleepy at all, so he just stared at your peacefully sleeping face, while slowly caressing your cheek. He pulled something from his neck, omamori necklace you made for his protection.

It was made by brocade silk bag and the lace was made by satin.

He opened the silk bag, and took a thing from its inside.

Something really precious for him. For the first time in forever, there's something he cherished and protected with his heart.

The giraffe plaster.

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