#the way you slowly lose control of yourself piece by piece? and you don't know When you'll go completely??

[scattered-winter]

devastated to announce that I'm back in my maze runner era thanks to this fucking au.

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader - warnings: discussion of past abuse, Simon’s trauma Request: take your baby to work day

You're wide eyed at the front door.

"You sure you guys will be alright?" Your voice is clear, but your hand trembles on the door handle, bottom lip tugged across your teeth.

"We'll be okay sweetheart. But if you're uncomfortable, or it's too much, you should take him-"

"No, no. I'm fine. You're not supposed to bring the baby to OB appointments anyway. It's frowned upon." You roll your eyes, tipping up to kiss Ry on the cheek. "Just... don't let anyone breathe on him, or kiss him, okay? His immune system is still fragile compared to ours. I packed you like, three bottles so hopefully he'll take them if he gets hungry. Text me if-"

"Mama." He holds Orion in one arm, and grabs your hand with the other. You're frightened, and stressed, and he's driven to comfort you, the need to soothe you throbbing across his skull. "I've got this. We'll be just fine. Text me when you're done. Get yourself a tea or something afterwards, alright? Everything is going to be okay." You nod.

"Right, of course. You're... you're right. And you're going to a military base, I doubt there's a safer place around."

"C'mere." He tugs you into his side, and you wrap your arms around his stomach, nestling in opposite Orion. "I need you to do something f'me."

"What?"

"I need you to swear to me you'll tell your doctor about the dizzy spells." There's been a reminder card about your twelve week postpartum appointment on the fridge for two weeks now, and after you finally confessed you have been getting dizzy since Orion was born, and one time had even fallen, he decided to skip several steps by making the appointment for you. You were... not pleased, but he made it very clear, he's not playing a game with your health. He's planning his battles strategically now, putting pieces in play slowly, working towards his larger goal, but this was something he refused to compromise on.

"Okay." You whisper, burying your face in his chest. "I will." He lands a kiss to the top of your head.

"We'll see you soon. It'll be over before you know it, and maybe we can get a takeaway for dinner?" Your lips crack into a toothy smile.

"Sounds good to me."

"Alright, lad. Let's go see daddy's team." Orion stares at him, brown eyes curious, and watchful. He’s still not used to it, this feeling. This life, with you and his baby. Everyday, he has to stop to ground himself, anchor himself. Break from the cycle of a downward spiral, obsessive thoughts playing with his mind, counting down the million and one ways he could lose you, or fail you, or both. He’s careful, he’s diligent, he’s in control. He’d never make a mistake like he did before, the error of judgement that cost him his mother, his brother and his family-

But the incessant fear never ceases.

Fortunately, his anchor now is you. You, when you let him carry you to bed, when you watch him rock Orion to sleep as you stand in the doorway, you who curls up next to him on the couch now, fingers curled into his shirt like you’re afraid he might disappear. Your touch heals. Your words comfort. He can't fathom a future without you, or Ry, now.

If he thinks back on it, he wonders if he knew all along. If all the things he felt the night he met really meant forever, just like he had wished. A fantasy turned reality-

to have and to hold.

His stomach turns, wondering if his father ever felt this, if he ever loved, or if he was always just a monster, the ouroboros of victim turned abuser, the man who terrorized his mother, his brother and himself, long past the time Simon finally tore him to pieces, cracked his ribs, beat him into the ground.

Tommy broke the cycle, and from the moment he laid eyes on his son he knew.... he would too.

Price's secretary looks like she's seen an actual ghost. "Hey, Lindsey. Is he in?" She's staring, flicking back and forth to Orion and then up to his face, mouth slightly agape.

"Y-yeah he's..." she points over her shoulder at his closed door. "Lieutenant, did you... is that... is that your baby?" He nods, mouth curving into a proud smile, stepping close enough so she can get a good look at him. She almost jerks back, clearly not used to being so close to him. He's been here and there, off and on base all week catching up on a backlog of reports, but hasn't said a word to anyone, and he keeps everyone on base at arm's length except the 141.

"It is." Her shocked expression melts, hesitantly reaching her pointer finger towards Ry, allowing him to wrap it up in his chubby little fist. "This is Orion." She smiles at him, and then the baby, kindly.

"He's beautiful." She excuses herself when the phone rings, and he settles the tension burning between his shoulder blades. He didn't mentally prepare for this moment, didn't believe he had to. The expectation of Price's acceptance was assumed but now, his trepidation is a surprise.

He told his captain he needed to take leave for something really important, but never said for what. All he told him is that he'd loop him in soon, and that he was sorry he wouldn't be available for the next op. If John was curious, he didn't let him know, didn't push him for more info, didn't pester him. He just sent the forms to Simon's email to be filled out with a postscript:

Looking forward to hearing what this is all about.

And when Simon crosses the threshold of his office, baby in one arm, backpack stuffed with nappies and bottles in the other-

John Price laughs.

It's not the huff of a chuckle that Kate usually gets out of him, or the rolling guffaw that he gives the guys sometimes when he's particularly amused.

No, this is different. It starts in his belly and then rolls upwards, all the way until his shoulders are shaking and he's wiping his eyes.

Simon scowls, and John holds both his hands up, palms out. Surrender. "This is a good enough reason as any to take a chunk of all that leave saved up." He stands, stepping around to get a closer look. "What's his name then?"

"Orion." John nods thoughtfully. The backs of his fingers brush along the baby's arm, gently, slowly, a flicker of longing, of sadness, arcing across his face before it dissipates.

"The giant hunter Zeus banished to the skies." Organized stacks of paper sit in neat little piles on top of John's desk, authorizations he'd know anywhere. They're moving out. "Where's his mum?"

"At a doctor's appointment." Orion gurgles, and Simon pats his back, bouncing him slowly from side to side.

"You with her?" The answer is immediate.

"Gonna marry her." John's eyes fill with mirth.

"But she doesn't know that yet, does she."

"No," Simon sighs, "but she will. 'ts why I needed the leave. Besides," he motions to the infant tucked in his arm, "this, helping take care of him, taking care of her, I need to get them moved to a secure location. She's in a second level flat right now, with street facing windows. It's makin' my skin itch." Price will get it, Simon knows he will understand. He has his own secret at home, tucked away in a house only Simon and Laswell know about, just in case.

"Take it slow, don't want to spook her. Although I can't imagine she's too skittish if she took you to bed." He smirks. "You've got the time you requested. Had to call in a substitute for this one, but we'll need you on the next."

"How long?"

"Five weeks, maybe more. I'll ring when we're back on base." Five weeks. The clock is ticking, a bomb waiting to detonate, a guillotine waiting to sever his time with his family, his duty dragging him away.

"Alright." He concedes. Cross that bridge when he comes to it.

If Price sees his reluctance, he doesn't comment on it. "Bird'll be here in six hours. Boys are in the rec room, if you want to see 'em." Simon nods, shifting the baby in his arms as he heads towards the door. "And Simon," he turns, locking eyes with his captain, raw emotion plain on both their faces. Price gives him a genuine smile. "Congratulations. You're going to be a great father."

There's a lump in his throat as he crosses the campus to the rec room, his nose dipping across Ry's head, breathing him in as deep as he can behind the black cloth mask. "He's gonna be your godfather, little man. We just have to get Mama to agree, don't we?" He tugs the building's door open, ignoring the streams of chatter suddenly grinding to a halt in the hallway. Once he makes it to the rec room and sees that no one else is inside, just Johnny and Gaz battling it out in an intense game of pool, he slips the mask off his face and locks the door.

Soap is the first one to see him. "Steeeamin' jesus, LT is that a bairn!?" Kyle chokes on his water.

"Is that your baby, Riley?" They both scramble forward, Johnny whistling in disbelief.

"Aye, he's got to be. Look at the size of 'im."

"Johnny." Simon gives him the 'settle down' look, but the Sergeant only grins impishly.

"He's hers, innit he?" Gaz reaches, and Orion watches him with interest. "The girl from the bar. The one who lives close to me." Johnny's eyes go wider than globes.

"Ach Ghost, ye been busy wit' that boa-"

"Johnny." He hisses, and Kyle barks a laugh, reaching. Simon doesn't balk about handing Orion over, even though you were cautious about letting other people be around him. This is his team. He trusts them implicitly.

"He's a heavy lad, isn't he?" Kyle bounces him back and forth, all the while Ry stares at him with his head tipped back, mesmerized. "Looks jus' like you."

"Maybe a wee bit more handsome." Johnny's leaning around Kyle, his hand on Ry's back. They're mooning over him, two decorated, strategically brilliant sergeants, cooing at a baby like a bunch of sooks, as Johnny would say.

His phone vibrates in his pocket, a text from you letting him know you're finished, and heading home.

>Has he eaten?

>No, hasn't seem interested.

>Thank god.

Knowing you're probably in pain makes him antsy to get back, and he glances at the guys. "You movin' out in a few hours?"

"Aye, lookin' for some sort of stolen intelligence. Shouldnae be too long. Got a rent-a-Lieutenant and everythin'. Ye'll be back for the next?"

"I will. Stay frosty out there. I expect you all back in one piece."

He triple checks the carseat, testing the straps and the strength of the seatbelt before finally deciding it's secure enough, for the hundredth time today. He takes one last look, and presses a kiss to Orion's head. "Ready, bub? Let's go home and see mama."

[lxnarphase]

Please more Hikari and Todo. It's scratching this itch in my brain😩

━━ ❝ IF YOU WANT IT ❞

☾₊‧⁺...lunar's note : AAA yesyes this has been brewing for a while, i am happy to write hakari i love him so sooooo much!! and ive got another ask for a todo fic im workin on so this'll be hakari's piece <33 it a bit short bc ive got a bit of writers block rn bc of finals taking away my creativity, BUT I THINK ITS GOOD

☾₊‧⁺...cw : smut, pre-established relationship, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, mentions of creampies, mentions of birth control, reader makes the birth control decision herself not for the man!!! never get on birth control just cause a man says to!!, hakari nearly loses it

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : you tell your boyfriend that you'd like to try sex with no condom and he can't help but get a little excited

"you...you what?"

the way you giggle makes him dizzy as you flicked the condom out of his hands with your middle finger and thumb. "you heard me, mr. hakari. no condom, baby girl is on birth control," you said in a singy-song voice. you made the decision a while ago and decided you were going to stick to it. "if you want to use a condom, we can, though, honey," you say, cupping one of his cheeks.

he looked so cute, jaw dropped as he kneels between your thighs, dick hard and twitching. "nonononono, i wanna try, i do, 'm just..." kinji lets out a heavy sigh before he shuffles a little closer. "c-can't believe you lettin' me d'this, cupcake..."

the poor thing, kinji looks so nervous, his eyes wide as he slowly, carefully, starts to push his tip in. if he's going to do this, he needs to commit, but fuck, your pussy was so hot, he feels like he's gonna die-- the moment his tip pops in, he is a goner. his head falls back and his fingers dig into the fat of your hips as a choked groan escapes him.

"hoooohmygod, baby, what the fuck," kinji swears, looking back down. he didn't wanna miss a single second of his cock pushing inside, but the view wasn't doing him any better. "you're so warm...are you always this wet, cupcake? fuck, i didn't know, baby, i didn't know."

you coo at him, how could you not when he already looks so fucked out? his pretty eyes are rolling back and his lip is between his teeth, the glint of his chain with your name on it dangling so pretty on his neck.

he's not moving yet, he's still inside you, so sure that he's going to lose himself inside of you. but then you start talking and he's so screwed because hearing you say such filthy things in that gorgeous, addictive voice of yours is kinji's weakness.

"c'mon, kinjiiii, you just gonna sit there?"

"mmn, poor thing, 's too good? you gonna cum just from puttin' it in?"

"d'aww, kinjiii...pussy made you fucked out already?"

yes. yes it fucking did.

weakly dropping down to his forearms over you, he presses a little kiss against your cheek before pressing his forehead against yours and glaring at you weakly. you know you've got him where you want him.

"doll, you're so cruel to me."

finally, finally, he starts moving and...it feels way too good.

"o-oh. mnn, kinji, shit," you swear, glancing down to where his cock is slowly dragging out of you just to push back in. "fuck, b-baby, you feel s' hot inside me..." the wet noise that fills the air as he slides back in to the hilt causes makes you both hot in the face, it's already getting messy and he hasn't even picked up the pace yet. he coos at you, kissing you once you begin to mewl his name. "i know, baby, i know, 's good, yeah?"

fuck, the sensation of being inside you without any barrier is intoxicating, overwhelming. kinji's pretty eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he allowed himself to feel every detail of your slick walls gripping him.

"talk t' me, angel, how's it feel, huh? c'mon, pretty baby, i wanna know," kinji whines, hips starting to pick up speed as he grows desperate to hear you say how good it feels.

but you don't even get to respond before he hits so fucking deep that you can feel yourself gush. the feeling of your hot, cushy walls hugging him so tightly paired with the pretty little gasp he gets when his sticky tip nudges against something that makes you get impossibly wetter makes him lose his mind.

"y'feel it, right? 's me, 's all me, an' i don't know if i can go back, baby girl, fuck! ohmygodd, you're so wet, so fucking wet for me."

"can i cum inside? you gonna let me fuck you full? hm? please, baby, i'll be so good to ya, let your man stuff you wit' his cum, 's gonna feel so fuckin' good, promise, promise."

"suckin' me in so good, 'm-'m gonna be in this pussy all the fuckin' time. you can handle it, right? gonna be a good girl and get fucked every. fucking. day. by hakari kinji? say it, i wanna hear you say it, cupcake."

"i love you, baby, y'know that right? yeah? yeah, love you s' fuckin' much, 'm gonna marry you and make sure you never have t' go a day without gettin' fucked raw by this cock, 's alllllll for you."

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Lacrymaria olor 3

In which Jungkook shows you more of his world, while you grow all the more closer to him.

Tags/Warnings: Alien AU, Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, Angst, Blood and Violence, Strangers to I don't know?

Additional Chapter Warnings: Fluff, minor injury and mention of blood

Length: Short

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Incense sticks are burned in golden holders all around the palace, it seems.

When you woke up a few hours ago, Jungkook was nowhere to be seen, so you took it upon yourself to find him. However, curiosity certainly has gotten the best of you by now as you don't even notice you've gotten horribly lost. You don't really mind. Everyone you soot seems occupied and well aware of who you are to the king.

It feels like something is happening today. A festival of some sorts, maids all eager to decorate and chatter a lot more to their fellow workers.

"There you are." Jungkooks voice rings out, the maids you've been looking at bowing immediately and keeping their heads down in trained behavior while the king is present. He's dressed in different clothing today, looking festive in a way you're not sure how to describe, satin garments hiding his physique underneath. "I leave you out of my sight, and you're gone like startled prey." He chuckles, running a hand through your hair.

"What's going on around here?" You wonder, walking next to him as his hand stays on the small of your back, gently leading. "Is something special happening?"

"We're celebrating the planet's turning point." He explains. "The day a new cycle starts, we offer food and dance to the planet, so she grants us another cycle on her lands."

"Oh, so like new year's?" You mumble to yourself, making Jungkook chuckle amused. "No, more like the planet's birthday.." you seem to think. He laughs.

"In a way, that's true." He nods. "We don't own the ground we walk on truly, after all. It's hers, and we're simply living on it. I believe it is why the Temian kind is still thriving, while humans have done nothing but take from the earth." He mercilessly says, no hesitation at all.

"Yeah, we really messed up our planet.." you say a bit sadly, making him shake his head.

"Earth is no longer your home. You belong here now, right at my side." He grins, eyes closing happily for a second before he leads you to a lavishly decorated spot near the throne room. "Come, I'll show you how to make an offering. It's not hard, you'll learn it quickly I'm sure." He nods, sitting down onto the floor with you.

You copy what he's doing next to you; taking one of the wooden sticks that's covered in floral smelling paste before lighting it in the tiny flame provided. He sticks it in what looks like flour maybe, before he brakes off a piece of dark looking bread, placing it in the large bowl in the middle underneath a statue of a beast that looks like something between a dragon and a bear. Then, he takes a silver knife, metal decorated in swirls and symbols, and cuts the end of one of his fingers, the drop of almost black looking blood dripping into the bowl.

This part intimidates you.

"Do you want me to help?" He asks, eyes unreadable as he looks over at you. Without any resistance, you place your hand into his, where he effortlessly does the same to your finger as he did to himself - your own, bright red blood slowly falling into the bowl. He seems mesmerized at the sight, eyes never leaving the wound before he brings it to his lips, licking the excess off before he lets it go from between his lips, an almost sensual smile on then as he watches you.

"Even your blood is sweet, little thing." He tells you, chuckles before he stands up with you. "Lets go sneak into the kitchens. Maybe they have something to eat already for us to steal?" He impishly suggests, before pulling you along with him.

Jungkook is an odd guy sometimes.

He switches from the almost childish young man to the ruthless king in a matter of seconds in front of your eyes, never seems to lose control of himself at any cost, while also appearing untamed in the way he acts. Like a tiger in captivity he maybe appear to be calm and docile, but he's still ready to strike and kill at any chance given to him.

It shows when later that night, when he's offered a sword made by the local weapons union of his kingdom, the first thing he does is inspect its delicate decorated metal before he raises it at the man that gifted it to him, very tip barely touching his throat. It makes you flinch, but nobody else. It seems to amuse and entertain everyone present, if anything.

It reminds you that this is no human culture, no matter how often you compare it.

And slowly, you're coming to terms with it. You yourself will never fully understand any of it, but you have become a lot calmer by now. Jungkook doesn't like violence, no Temian does. But it's part of their culture, their way of showing pride and strength.

Behind closed doors, he easily grows soft, however.

Like now, with his big round red eyes staring at you after you'd asked him if you could sleep next to him tonight. He nods eagerly, throws back the covers, and pulls you close to him before he kills the lights. You've got your head on his chest, and oddly, accompanying his slow heartbeat is a deep rumbling, like a large cat purring.

It's odd. Reminds you he's not the same as you. But at the same time, it calms you down a lot. Makes you feel sleepy and safe, as if nothing could ever hurt you.

You've got your protector right at your side after all.

[shunshunrika]

Your Midnights, My Daylight (Gojo x Reader x Yuta) - Chap 1

Chapter List

Synopsis: After a heartbreaking separation from the love of your life, Satoru Gojo, You find yourself entangled with a mysterious young man by the name of Okkotsu who always seems to have the answer to your questions and the solution to all your problems. While Gojo becomes the midnights you can't possibly outsleep, the new man in your life tries to bring in the daylight and you wonder if love deserves a second chance.

content warnings: f! Reader x gojo x yuta, talks about a past relationship, description of trauma, alcohol use, passing out, profanity.

Word count: 1.1k

“You know, M-Mr. Okko” you try to control the drool that threatens to drip down your chin. “Men? They are vile. Foul. Loathable. Base creatures.”

“And why do you feel so, Miss Y/N?” The young, slick haired man cocks his head, waiting eagerly for an explanation about your extreme opinions. Through your blurry vision, you can make out that he is smiling at you in earnest. You hate men who smile at you. Liars.

“What’s not vile about them!” you thump your balled up fist on the bar counter, shaking up the shot glasses. The bartender throws you a dirty glance but you couldn’t care less.

“They lie. They cheat. They manipulate. They smell gross most of the day. They do gross things most of the time. Ugh, if all of them can just—”

“Alright, alright. Calm down there — ” he says, trying to steady you but you swat his hand away.

“Don't you dare tell me what to do! And do not —" you grit your teeth. “Don't you dare touch me!"

The pressure in your jaw is so intense as you let pure rage blind you. You start feeling light headed very soon and the last thing you see is twinkling blues and purples of glassware and drinks as you drown into black.

You see the blue split into two orbs that reflect the sky and your breath hitches. You reach out towards the blue with all your strength.

“Satoru…” you say softly as you feel yourself melting away at the thought of your lover.

His brilliant smile, his protective hands.

His pouty lower lip whenever you teased him.

The way he told you that you were his little flower.

And the way he held your hand tight while you explored the city, not wanting to lose each other in the crowd.

Slowly though, the vivid blue fades to an empty black.

When you finally regain your senses, you are no longer seated on the cold metal stool of some hole in the wall bar. You feel satin wrap around your body comfortably. You are still clad in the maroon mini dress you wore last night — all drenched in sweat now. The last thing you want to see is a naked man beside you and thank god, you are alone in the safety of your room — with a cloying headache attacking your temple. You try to get out of your bed and head to the washroom to wake yourself up, trying to piece together last nights events. You remember getting wasted, having a conversation with some man whose face you can't remember. Your throat is sore so you probably shouted a lot. You have no idea how you made it home though.

You eye your reflection in the mirror. Mascara everywhere. Hair clumpy and matted. Lipstick overflowing out of your lip line. You look like a piece of work.

Lemon tea. Yes. That will fix you.

You wash your face up quickly and pat it dry, walking out of your room and straight to the kitchen. The person you hate second-most in the world is standing there cooking eggs and toast, quietly. You don't care to greet her a Good Morning. In fact the kettle of water happens to land on the counter with more of a clang than you intended it to.

She jumps a little, looks at you once but then turns back.

You start humming to yourself as you put a tea bag into your cup and fill it with water.

“Um —” your flatmate begins. You turn around and cock an eyebrow at her. She tries very hard to sound apathetic but it's clear that she is scared. Scared of you. As she should.

“The guy from last night asked me to give you this.”

You place a hand on your hip while the other shakes the teabag.

“What guy?"

"The one you came with? Um.. the one who dropped you home last night?” she says but you still don't get it.

“Give me some context and help me out here, Uta.”

“Ugh!” she sighs. “Just take this. I'm running late anyway.” she hands you a piece of paper and starts on her way out of the kitchen.

“Heading over to Satoru?” you ask gingerly, sipping your tea and leaning on the counter.

“None of your business.” she looks back to let you know.

“Why isn't it my business who my boyfriend hangs out with huh?” you ask, still sipping your tea. At that she makes a really funny expression.

“Y/N, please. I am sorry Satoru didn't choose you but you have to stop believing that you guys dated. He already said he never made it official with you and doesn't see you that way.” Uta states. You can see the concern in her voice — for who, you don't know. Maybe she believes you are going crazy. Maybe you are.

“Keep telling yourself that Satoru likes you, Uta.” you say, crumpling the piece of paper in your hand. “This is temporary. He finds your hot but he'll get bored of you soon.” you smile at her.

“I am the one he loves.” you declare on your way out of the kitchen, bumping shoulders with her.

“I am the one Satoru loves.”

He doesn't love her.

S-so what if she is prettier and better liked?

I am the one who Satoru really has feelings for.

It's me. It's always been me.

He'll get bored of her soon.

Right?

Yeah, he will.

The wave of nausea hits you before you even enter your room and you take just enough leaps to make it to the toilet bowl in time.

You retch out in the bowl, your tea, the alcohol from last night and all the myriad of feelings your fostering.

It's been months now.

You need to get over it.

Satoru’s not with you anymore.

He picked her. He chose her. He wants to be with her.

No amount of beauty, talent or personality will make him pick you.

Soon enough your tears drop into the toilet as well along with your vomit.

It doesn't take long enough for you to start bawling as you hear a door open and close somewhere in the house.

As you hiccuup and your lips quiver, you slowly open up your fist to see the crumpled paper. You open it up and see faint words on it.

“Okkotsu Yuta — 4XX8388280. Thought you might need this. Call me any time.”

You would rather die than make the same mistake again.

[mentalhomosexual]

𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚: Where you and chan get into a little argument for the first time and chan feels guilty and makes it up to you... ‎( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

You love chan a lot. you would do anything for him and you make sure he knows that. Over the years of you being with him you've grown very attached, in a way that can get annoying after a while especially if you're someone who can't stand clinginess. But you couldn't help but grow addicted to his warm spirit. he made you feel so safe and happy and he's saved you from a dark place.

he was the first person to actually listen to you and really take in what you say and i guess you could say you got carried away with having him be the first considerate person in your life that you never thought about how unbearable you must be acting towards him.

so that brings you to now. you're on the floor of your living room, tears streaming down your face as you quietly sob to yourself. you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. Chan came home from work and you noticed something was off about him and you tried to just shower him in love because that usually works but today it didn't.

You've never seen him look at you like that before..you were scared. what if he leaves you. what if he doesn't love you anymore. what if there's someone else? all these questions running through your head you feel you can't breathe. you can't lose him. you can't. he's the best thing to happen to you and you can't just lose him like that

You can hear him shuffling around upstairs and you're sacred to go up to see what he's doing. if he's packing his stuff you know you won't be able to control yourself.

you start to regret everything. if you had just left him alone when you saw he wasn't himself he wouldn't have yelled at you for being too clingy, you feel awful. you hug yourself while you sit on the floor, collecting your breath. you decided to go upstairs and check on chan. you wipe your face and stand up from the ground.

You walk upstairs and make it to the door. you twist the knob and it's not locked so you slowly push it open, you don't see any packed bags so you immediately feel relief rushing through your veins.

"chan?..."

you call out to him, nervous that he'll yell again. he's just sitting there on the end of the edge of the bed...you don't know what to make out of it. you walk over to be in-front of him and immediately start apologizing

"chan i'm sorry..I shouldn't have-"

"It's okay princess, don't apologize"

He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him, looking deeply into your puffy eyes, he feels awful for making you cry like this

"Baby, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean anything I said. i'm sorry I even thought it was okay to speak to you like that"

you can tell by the look on his face that'll he feels bad too and oddly enough it comforts you knowing that he wasn't actually mad at you.

you cup his cheek with your free hand, he leans into your touch, sighing

he opens his eyes and pats his lap, wanting you to sit, so you do.

"I love you so much, and you know that, right baby?"

you nod

"but I love you more"

you say as you grin at his reaction

he shakes his head as he brings your face closer to his with his fingers under your chin

"That's not possible baby~"

chan says as he kisses you softly. immediately you can feel the change in the atmosphere the moment his lips touch yours. you both fight for dominance as kiss escalates quickly. your hands find their way to chan's face, cupping his cheeks as chan's hands move down to hold and squeeze your ass. still kissing you feel chan begin to get hard and take that as an invention to grind your hips down against him

soon you both need air so you pull away and just stare at each other. all that can be heard is deep breaths

"Will you let me show you how much I love you?"

chan says as he chuckles, making sure you feel him growing harder under you, you nod, moving backwards a little to take off your robe to reveal you were only in your bra and panties

"as long as I get to show you as well"

he smiled as he pulls you back over to him, kissing you slowly, making sure his tongue finds its way in your mouth

you push him backwards so he falls on the bed and you crawl on top. chan pushes himself to the center of the bed and you remain above him

you take your robe off along with your bra and you see the desire in his eyes grow. you take off his shirt and begin to unbutton his pants and a swift motion.

once you've got the both of you naked Chan quickly takes over, he kisses down you body from your jaw to the insides of your thighs

you entire body burn with need as he drags his tongue all over you. you grab a fistful of his hair and pull him up to your face so you can kiss him.

"hurry up~ i'm getting impatient"

(I was gonna write more but I got lazy halfway 😭 these finals are kicking my ass ☠️ I'll make it up to you, I promise 💋‼️😍🤞🏽)

[v01dm1stak3]

"I Could Treat you better anyways."

Summary: Nobody really liked your boyfriend, he was always controlling and possessive. Slowly isolating you from everyone. Temari came to visit and when he slapped you Infront of everyone, Temari had finally had enough.

Word count: 1.5K Warnings: Getting slapped??? Cussing.... Bout it. A/N: I Suck ass at writing, Started this blog to get better.

Everyone knew that Temari had eyes for you, and only you. Yet, they also knew that you had a boyfriend, who you loved dearly. That love for him made you blind of the way he stared at other women. Made you to blind to see that he was slowly pulling you away from your friends with his overprotective demeanor. People tried to tell you, but you always dismissed it with a simple “He just wants what's best for me.” You really were blinded by love. 

You walked down the streets of konoha, a basket in hand. The streets weren't busy, but they weren't dead either. It was nice. You waved towards the people in shops you recognized and the people on the road you have met before. You gripped your basket, looking at the stuff you have bought. Checking off everything, making sure you didn't forget something. 

As you were checking off your mental checklist, you heard a voice right by your ear. “What are you doing?” You jolted, turning around to give a face to the voice. It was Ino, someone you considered a close friend. “Jeez Ino, you scared me.” You sighed, scratching the back of your neck. “Pffft, And you call yourself a shinobi?” She smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder before resting her hand on her hip.  The streets seemed to get busier, people passing by lost in their own conversation. 

You smiled, adjusting the headband that rested on your neck. “Yeah…. I've been losing my touch haven't I. My boyfriend has been wanting me to stay home more. He wants me to be safe.” You thought he was sweet, Ino clearly wasn't all too happy with it. A clear scowl planted on her face. She began to speak, quickly cutting herself off. Just before saying something else. “I'm not going to even bother. Listen.. I.. umm… Temari is visiting the village. We were all going to meet at the Ramen shop Naruto likes so much. Ichmaku… Ichymaru??? I don't remember the name.” She sighed, looking away and watching the people go around and into shops. “ Just don't bring that boyfriend of yours. It's just going to be us fellow shinobi.. You know?” She fiddled with her hands. She didn't want to make you upset being your friend and all. But she didn't like your boyfriend. Nobody did.

“Huhhhh? Yeah, that's fine! I'll be there!” You affirmed, a happy tone in your voice and a smile planted on your face.  Ino turned her head back around, a smile planted on her face. “ That's great I'll see you then! “ She blurted. Before you could speak, she had disappeared when somebody walked between you two. You were excited, you hadn't seen tamari in forever. 

The night came quicker than expected. When you had gotten home, your boyfriend wasn't even there. He left to who knows where. Just in case he came back while you were gone, you left a note saying where you were at. Just so he knew you were safe. You wore your usual outfit, the usual shinobi uniform. You looked great in it, and didn't really have anything else nice to wear. 

As you stepped out the door the cool wind blew, the stars sparkled overhead and the crickets sang. It was a lovely night. You made your way towards the Ramen shop, your footsteps not making a sound as you went. The streets were empty, compared to when you were out earlier. Everyone was asleep. Besides the very loud shouting as the Ramen shop came into view. You quicken your pace unknowingly as you rushed to get over there. It had been awhile since you were out. And it had been awhile since Temari had been here. 

You moved the piece of fabric as you stepped into the little area. Everyone was sitting down already. Ino, Choji, Shikamaru, and… “Temari! It's been awhile” You beamed, Rushing to give her a hug from behind. “Ack- Hey!! It has been, huh ..” She mumbled, patting your arms signaling to let go despite how much she enjoyed it. “Hey! We are here as well, you know!” Ino shouted from behind. You chuckled before running up to her and giving her a hug. 

As you greeted your old team, Temari's eyes never left you. Even as the night carried on. When you were in a conversation or when she was in one herself. She always had her eyes on you or her hand holding yours. Friends could hold hands, couldn't they? Time flew by and hours passed. You didn't realize how late it had gotten! As you were about to pay your bill, you heard someone shout your name. You didn't have to think hard to figure out who's voice it was. You quickly paid the bill and rushed out, a smile planted on your face. “Hey Love! Me and my friends were just finishing up. I-” You were cut off by a hand smacking your face. Your boyfriend's hand, smacking your face. Your eyes widened as you brought your hand to your cheek. You slowly moved your eyes to look at him. He was pissed. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR ISSUE?” Someone screamed from behind you, you didn't bother to look to see. You were too busy trying to figure out what you did. What made him so angry. You studied his face for some kind of answer. He shouted at the person behind you. Multiple voices joined in and shouted at him. Your ears began to ring, the shouting becoming background noise as tears slowly streamed down your face.

You weren't in your thoughts for too long. As someone grabbed your hand and pulled you towards them, away from your boyfriend. You were snapped back to reality as Temari was getting louder at the man. Starting to step closer to him. “ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING?? SHE WASN'T HOME SO YOU CAME AND FOUND HER AND FUCKING SLAPPED HER?? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND???” Temari was fuming. “I DONT FUCKING LIKE YOU GUYS. SHE SHOULDN'T BE WITH YOU GUYS AT ALL.” Your boyfriend scowled, matching Temari's tone.  “THE FUCK DID WE DO TO YOU?!” Ino shouted, clearly pissed.

The argument continued for a bit longer. Your boyfriend giving half-assed responses and just yelling. Sooner or later when Temari threatened to get physical he finally walked off, shooting you a glare. The moment he walked off Temari turned towards you, making sure you were alright. You were staring at your shoes, eyes still wide and your cheeks stained with tears. Temari wiped your tears with her thumb and brought you into her embrace. “You guys can go home, I'll deal with her, Alright?” Temari mumbled towards the other 3, Playing with a strand of your hair. Shikamaru nodded and Choji did as well. Both still worried, but they walked off. Ino Nodded as well giving you a pat on the head and saying everything was going to be alright before walking away as well.

You and Temari stood there for a few minutes, the warmth of her embrace keeping you grounded. It was silent besides when the wind blew, it was comforting. But of course, one day someone had to break the silence. “Break up with your boyfriend.” Temari said sternly. “What?” You whispered back, not believing what she said. “Break up with your boyfriend..” She repeated, pushing you out from her embrace and holding you by the shoulders in front of her. Your eyes lock as your eyes widen once more. “B-but it was probably just some misunderstanding! He probably didn’t mean it!” You stammer, moving your hands to try and communicate what you were saying. “A boyfriend doesn’t slap you over a misunderstanding. A boyfriend doesn’t keep you from your job for his selfishness.” She growled, taking her hands off your shoulder. “And a boyfriend, definitely, does not keep you from your friends, and slowly isolate you. “ She crossed her arms, figuring out what to say next. As she began to speak again, adding to her points, You cut her off. “He wasn’t doing that.. Was he?” You whisper, looking down at your feet. She hummed confusingly. “He wasn’t isolating me…” Your hands dig into your uniform as you struggle to meet Temari’s gaze. “He was, why do you think none of your friends like him? Why do you think you are barely leaving the house anymore?” You struggled to form your words, Temari was right. You didn’t want to believe it though, you loved him. Yes he had his… ways. Yet you still loved him. Despite all of it. “I Get it may be hard, but you have to trust me on this. Please?” Temari murmured before hugging you again. You slowly returned the hug, Nodding a yes. You didn’t want to leave him, but you trusted Temari..She sighed a sigh of relief, whispering in your ear something you would remember. “I Could treat you better anyways.”

[spectries]

#: "Your morning kisses".

warnings: mentions of fighting (arguments), anxiety, insecure reader, intrusive thoughts.

genre: fluff, angst, bf!jungwon × reader (no specific gender).

word count: 0,6k — short one-shot.

note: this one-shot is my first ever publication and i just wanted to warn you guys that there may be some errors (and a lack of vocabulary) since english isn't my main language, anyways, i hope you enjoy!

Your hand reached to the other side of the bed, searching for someone who was no longer there, feeling only the emptiness. Realizing that, you sat down, hands carefully brushing your eyes before taking your phone from under the pillow.

07:37

'It's so early in the morning, where did he go?', you thought to yourself, getting up from your bed and walking towards the living room while calling for his name.

"Jungwon?", you said in a husky voice, still feeling a bit sleepy since you just woke up. After hearing no response, you searched through the house, feeling a bit uneasy about this situation.

You searched through all the rooms, but there was no sign of him yet. That made you heart skip a beat, the two of you just got out of a hard time, you thought all those fights were going to lead to your break up, lucky everything ended just fine, and you remained together.

But not fine enough to make you feel secure of your relationship, it still felt like you could loose him at any time. The thought of him leaving you like this, without a single message, a note or personally talking, kind of crushed your soul, made you feel incapable, as if you were not enough to make him stay.

As you sat down on the carpet, back in the living room, your head was a mess with all of those bad scenarios. With both of your hands cupping your own face, the feeling of your eyes heating up were the signal of your tears appearing, but a loud noise coming from the door alarmed you a bit, forcing the tears to fall down your cheeks.

"Hey, you're up alre-" Jungwon said as he saw you in the living room, but was unable to finish his sentence by the moment he saw the tears on your face, alongside the surprised, yet puzzled look you gave him.

"Love, what happened?", he bent down by your side, leaving the groceries bags he was carrying to fall on the floor. With a worried look on his face, he held both of your hands, kissing their backs. "You had a bad dream?" he asked in such a soft tone that made your heart melt, unexpectedly, more tears fell down to your cheeks.

You were extremely emotional at that moment, the love you felt for Jungwon was nothing but the most pure and genuine thing you've ever felt, and him being there was just a relief for you.

"Won, i though you had left me..." you said wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to control your sobs, while he just patted your back and hummed a bit, tightening the embrace.

"It's ok, i'm here for you", he said now caressing your hair, then slightly kissing your temples. "Leaving you didn't even crossed my mind, i would never do that to you", his low tone echoed through you ears.

"I'm sorry for thinking you were going to leave me, i've been so afraid to lose you lately", now that your tears have ceased, you could speak better and look straight to his eyes. You loved admiring his eyes, and he felt the same way about yours, Jungwon was even more in love with you than you were with him, so seeing you act so insecure and so worried really broke his heart into pieces.

"You don't need to apologize, love", he said wiping the remaining tears in your face. "Just know i'll be here for you, alright? If you ever feel like this, don't hesitate to tell me. I'll do whatever is in my power to make you feel better".

You gave him a small nod, approaching your faces and slowly pressing your lips against his. "You know what makes me feel better?", you asked and Jungwon shook his head negatively.

"Your morning kisses". He chuckled at your words, immediately going for your lips again, showering you with small pecks, while his hands drifted down to your waist, bringing you even closer to him.

Pulling aways after a few kisses and giggles, he stared at you with heart eyes, causing you to strongly blush under his gaze. "I'll make sure to shower you with kisses and all my affection, so you won't ever forget how much i love and adore you".

He said, bringing you back to the place where you felt the safest.

[slytherinshua]

FALLEN FROM GRACE

genre. angst. angel/demon au. forbidden love kinda(?) warnings. heaven/hell and angel/demon stuff. hyojin losing his angel status and just a lot of angst tbh. pairing. angel!hyojin x demon!reader. wc. 1k. request. no. a/n. got the idea from that one clip of hyojin on a bamamon stage but i don't have the link to it anymore skjksd but yeah he looked so sad and abandoned :( stage presence go off fr!! also tagging @wheeboo

“Don’t be dumb, Hyojin. They lied to you, simple as that. They wanted you gone and they did what they needed to justify banishing you. There’s no going back.”

Your voice echoed in Hyojin’s ears, making goosebumps rise on his porcelain skin. Crystal tears fell from his eyes, another sign that he was slowly losing his abilities. Angels weren’t allowed to show emotion; that was Hyojin’s first mistake.

Your words were as clear as ever, yet Hyojin’s clouded brain still didn’t want to believe them. How could it all be over? Thousands of years serving without a question, gone in an instant? 

“It doesn’t make sense. Why would they trick me? They forbade us from ever deceiving anyone. Not even demons.” Hyojin grasped at an explanation, and while you would never admit that you had any affection for him, the look of pure sadness on his face had your heart aching. You always knew those angels were backstabbers. 

“Even angels can lie, Hyojin. You knew that.” You whispered, biting your lip as you looked away from him. You could feel the fire on your wings burn a bit brighter and hotter as the wind picked up. Maybe it was because you were angry, or maybe it was because you caught Hyojin’s shiver. You were stuck on an old deserted jet runway, the weather conditions gloomy and harsh. 

You had known from the second you saw Hyojin fly down that something was wrong, but you hadn’t expected it to have finally come to an end. The more you thought of it, the more it made sense. Hyojin had always been different from the other heavenly hosts. He always had a more mischievous way of mind and was willing to take more of a risk. You were reminded of all the times Hyojin had lied to you in the past— never harmful lies, never in the way he had been lied to, but it was enough for you to know that he was already destined to be banished.

“Are you sure you’re allowed down here?”

“Of course. Angels don’t need a reason to visit Earth.”

You both knew back then the laws of the heavens, especially ones regarding excursions to Earth. And you both knew that Hyojin was breaking the rules for you. Because he was foolishly fond of you. Because he knew you were different as well.

“Promise me that if things go wrong, you won’t sacrifice yourself for me. You’re perfect, Hyojin. You’re angelic. Don’t abandon all that you have for a demon like me.”

“I promise.”

Even the brainless humans could tell that those 2 words held no truth behind them. 

“What now?” Hyojin whispered the question in both of your minds. 

“You have two options.” You breathed, stepping towards the angel on his knees. “Either you live amongst the humans, immortal as a fallen angel, or you come with me to the underworld. Hell won’t accept you easily, and you’ll have to fight against the ones you used to call friends, but I can assure your safety.” 

“Will I ever get my powers back?” He asked. He sounded hopeless, lost, abandoned, forgotten. Even now, you were the only one who would ever remember his name. It had been erased from all records of angels.

“There is a way…” You thought out loud, your brain sifting through the risks. You looked back down at Hyojin, “It won’t be a replica of your angelic powers, but it will be similar to mine. I can give you a piece of my power and it will be your job to nurse it. You have to make it your own. Learn how to control it, don’t let it overwhelm you… or you will go mad.”

He nodded, understanding the weight of the risk. His tears had now stopped, and where they had fallen, you noticed fine cracks starting to form on his skin. His hands no longer held a white glow, revealing the more human-like skin underneath. His powers were fading away from him. They would be completely gone in minutes. 

You crouched down next to him, your hand tentatively touching his cheek for the first time. You had never dared before. A demon like you touching a member of the heavenlies? You needn’t even imagine what it would do to your powers if he still held all his strength. Hyojin had always been stronger than you. Seeing him so devoid of his former energy was alienating. 

“Your wings will dissipate. We will have to walk.” You whispered, a sad smile on your face as you took in his beautiful wings for the last time. Shimmering a bright white— almost too white. Everything white and pure and holy about him would soon be gone without a trace. 

He glanced up at you, his lip quivering as his strength left him. He had never felt so powerless, but he accepted his fate without a fight. He closed his eyes, clinging to your arm as his wings slowly faded, leaving behind scars on his back. His golden hair faded to black, and the cracks on his face evened out, leaving nothing but a humanlike soft skin behind. It was nothing like his angelic face, but it was still him.

“Let’s go. I’ll introduce you to my friends. Seungjun and Minkyun aren’t half-bad as far as demons go. Just don’t go near Minkyun’s felines. They’ll scratch your angel face, soon as look at you.” You grinned, stroking his cheek before standing up. He kept his head down as you led him to the portal. Down there, he could no longer be known as an angel, but would never be accepted as one of Beezlebub’s cronies, either. 

You would keep him safe— away from the hostile devils and imps. You would wait and watch as he nurtured his new powers and formed a new identity, closer to you than ever before. He was no longer your mischievous angel, but, perhaps, someone more deserving of the title lover.

↳ onf taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @eternalgyu,, @candewlsy,, @weird-bookworm,, @seunghancore,, @haecien,,

@bananabubble

[quinloki]

*pirouettes in again* Hello hello! If you're up for it, for the kink ask game, may I request Smoker and Drake with Cum Marking, Voyeurism and Formal Wear? Thannkssss your headcanon are giving me life <3

Oh you are always welcome <3 \o/ My favorite clumsy trash panda xD

You know, I really REALLY wanna add Sir Crocodile to this, so I hope you don't mind me including him at the end ^_^

I am admittedly, unsure about your inclusion of "formal wear" in this context, but I have some (I believe) solid assumptions, so I'm going to go with my gut - and if you had something else in mind, don't be afraid to speak up!

Alright let's do this - I'll save my personal indulgence until the end XD

X Drake:

Cum Marking - FUCK Yes - Neither of you are sure if it's a him thing, or part of his devil fruit. There's just something in his eyes when he cums on you. Your back, your thighs, your stomach, your face, it doesn't matter where, so long as it's there and he either rub it into your skin or watch it dry. It's like being sure that his scent is on you, whether someone else noticed it and took heed or not was on them, he was just content to know it was there.

Voyeurism - Yes - Primal play concerns him because he's worried about losing control of the instincts in his devil fruit. That said, watching you is a little like stalking you - pre-hunt kind of stalking, and it gets his blood pumping whether he wants to admit it or not. But you're only for him to watch. This isn't a show for others, and he's not sharing his prey.

Prey that knows they're being hunted, certainly, there's no way you're accidentally giving him such a beautiful show.

Formal Wear - Sure - He's not against getting dressed up, but it's not high on his list. Pirate's son to marine to undercover agent, he's just never cared for the red tape of formal occasions in general. Certainly he looks good in a suit - so does everyone, and you look amazing dressed up, but you look amazing naked underneath him. The wrapping matters little, but he will admit that slowly slipping those delicate pieces of clothes of you. Making you stand there as he unbuttoned, unzipped, and undressed you, carefully setting the expensive pieces aside before devouring you whole.

It wasn't a bad change of pace.

Smoker:

Cum Marking - Sure - On you, in you; for Smoker it doesn't matter so much. What marks you best is the scent of his smoke. He smells like his cigars, you're not entirely convinced the cigars don't just smell like him, since he is smoke. However the lines blur is irrelevant. He'll mark you however you want him to, and he has stamina enough to be sure you're thoroughly covered in cum and smoke by the end of it.

At the end of the day there'll be no question you're his.

Voyeurism - FUCK Yes - He works long hours and there's little more that's more relaxing than watching you while he gets to sit back and enjoy the show. The first time you waltzed into a room buck-ass naked, going about your day like you weren't bandying about nude and told him he was always welcome to look he took it to heart.

He enjoys everything from watching you do little chores around the house, to laying yourself out in all your glory and giving him an enticing show. He'll even watch you at times you aren't completely certain he is - but whenever there's a chance that he's watching you privately you always give him a lil' show.

Formal Wear - Yes - He's not a big fan of dressing up, but he'll endure it (and look damn good in the meantime) in order to see you all done up alongside him. He certainly enjoys getting you out of your nice clothes than he does seeing you in them, and if you've been teasing him all evening - whatever the occasion may be - then you better help him undress you if you like what you were wearing.

He's generally a patient enough man, but he's not gentle enough to promise that he won't just rip that wrapping aside to get to what he wants.

Sir Crocodile:

Cum Marking - FUCK Yes - Every way that he can mark you, he wants to. Covering you in the heat of his sand, in the wetness of his pleasure, in the scent of his cigars - biting you, lining your body with the red marks of ropes and crops, even more permanent adornments like tattoos and such. Marking you inside and out with his cum might be the most temporary option available, but he's no less into it. You're his, his prey, his love, his partner - others can dare to lay their eyes upon you, but they'll know you're his.

If their smart, they'll even sort it out before they get on Crocodile's bad side.

Voyeurism - Oh god you don't even know - Let him watch you. Let the world watch you for all he cares. So long as your actions are for him, and your noises are because of him, he doesn't care who else sees. Put on a show for him, by all means. Every curve and turn and twitch of your body belongs to him, and if you're lucky, it's because you've given it all over willingly.

It may seem like he's being gentlemanly, when he stops himself from touching you before you're ready. It may seem kind and smooth for him to close the distance while waiting so patiently for your reply before he devours you. In all honestly, he's completely fine just watching you. Watching you struggle, watching you move through thoughts and decisions, watching you slips beneath the grains of sand that make your stance unsteady.

Again and again, he'll lay his trap. Wait patiently. Purr at you softly and reassuringly. And then smile like the beast he is, as you walk yourself into the waiting jaws that will never release you again.

Formal Wear - FUCK Yes - Crocodile looks good. He looks good without a scrap of clothing on, but the man knows how to dress. He has good taste, and he'll have you both the center of attention no matter where you go. To Match without matching, to dress so elegantly that you ride the line of simplistic and overstated with such skill that magazines have declared new trends in your honor (and his).

But more than seeing you dressed so perfectly, he loves to just rip the clothes from you. He has the funds to have you perfectly dressed again the next day. Hell, he could have whatever you want completely replicated, as often as you like, but the tattered remnants of what you had been wearing will fall to the floor. His patience doesn't exist for unwrapping you, and anytime he manages to show a kindness to your clothes it is completely for your sake that he restrains himself.

... I went a little hard at the end, but um, I had thoughts.

[lucianlhsystem]

Hot take (I think)

Everyone in the fandom would be like Jax if they got Isekai'd into The Amazing Digital Circus, like it's just so likely that we all would refuse to go mad and become a sarcastic piece of shit (I hate you Jax) (But also damn why are you a mirror bitch)

Like imagine being there for YEARS and slowly forgetting yourself, everyone who you knew and watching other people around you who are in that hell space also lose themselves, getting every day worse and ending up taking by force the role that Caine assign them with their stupid little names in his stupid little game, and seeing how even lovers get separated by the insanity of that whole scenario

I mean Kinger and Queenie in this case, like i'm sure where in a romantic relationship, but even if it was just a platonic kind of relationship, imagine seeing them love and care for each other, just to then seeing one of them get transformed into this fucking mess of a creature and the other be more and more lost in their mind until they are not the person you once met

Like fr if I was there for years I would not think it twice, either I get in a fist fight with Caine to be let out the place and FIGHT my way out with tooth and nail until it worked, OR just don't let myself get attached to anyone and screw every relationship that could be made with the other people in that place, making myself hate them or hate me to ensure I will never get any pain when seeing that they either succumbed to the madness and abstraction shit in this fucking nightmare

AND EVEN STILL Jax was actually horrified when seeing Kaufmo being abstracted, like yeah it could be "oh shit I'm gonna die" but I see it as a "Oh gods, oh fuck he actually went insane nonoononononon-" in a worried for the poor clown kind of way

(And abstracted Kaufmo like trying to grab his face and the mannerisms they showed with him moving his head like trying to snap out of it was so messed up, like holy shit I'm sure he was actually understanding what was going on and even then could not control anything he was doing he was just an spectator to his own body, but that's for another post)

Also that fucking scene

THE CAMERA ANGLE

The way they look so small and freaked out by the thing they are seeing (And Jax taking anything to make as an excuse to leave, the coward twink really just ditched lmao) (Honestly same I would run so fast)

Anyways, a tldr is; Jax is exactly the type of bitch all of us would become if we ended up there alone, scared and not being able to even remember who we were

Or also like Zooble, they are also a "Don't speak to me don't percibe me I do not care" but in a "I'm way too tired and don't/can't deal with anything don't push it b#t*h" way rather than a "I won't allow myself be affected by this shit, even if it means pushing someone else to die in my place (because I'm a coward)" kind of way that Jax has as a wee little bitch (Same dude)

Like no way in hell I would be as kind as Ragatha, like that poor bitch was throw around because of caring to help anyone damn

Anyways that's the take idk if I'm going to die to people who really really likes the bunny man or really really dislikes the bunny man for saying I think he ain't really good nor bad, just a bitch ass coward who has attachment panic like everyone and how we would be as shitty as him ey (pls don't kill me I have a family)

The other hot take I have it's that Caine is a bitch as mother fucker and he knows more than he let's on, let them out before I boil your teeth and cut your eyes like onions tuxedo man, but like it's not THAT big of a hot take u know

Anyways I think Pomni Ragatha and Jax should kiss idk about u people -crow noises-

-Leila (don't kill me please)

[judgementdaysunshine]

Lost stars

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: Despite you feeling broken Damian comes into your life and helps fix your broken pieces

Please don't see just a boy caught in dreams and fantasies please see me reachin' out for someone I can't see take my hand let's see where we wake up tomorrow best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand

You had been through a lot in life from hard bullying in school throughout your whole life to abuse by people you thought were your friends and never really having people who cared about you until you met the judgement day getting to know them becoming a part of their small family falling for the tall kind hearted man in the group Damian who made you feel things you never felt before and you unknowingly did the same to and for him.

I'll be damned cupid's demanding back his arrow so let's get drunk on our tears and God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young it's hunting season and the lambs are on the run searching for meaning

You still had moments of self doubt and poor mental health but they were each all there to help get back on your feet and slowly bring confidence back and overtime damian helped a lot more even when he didn't have to when you were having bouts of chronic anxiety and severe depression from slowly talking to you, making you food, and staying with you unless you wanted to be alone for a bit to holding you while you sleep, letting you wear his shirts or jackets around the house, and watching a movie with you that helped you be a bit more cheery.

But are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark who are we just a speck of dust within the galaxy woe is me if we're not careful turns to reality don't you dare let our best memories bring you sorrow yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer turn the page maybe we'll find a brand new ending

You told Dominik about your feelings for damian knowing that despite his jokes he would try to help and keep it secret not telling anyone even Finn and Rhea slowly helping you build self confidence to tell him leading to it all happening one night where you stayed the night with damian at his place watching dominik's match at raw cheering him on just as finn and rhea did at ring side.

Where we're dancing on our tears and god tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young it's hunting season and the lambs are on the run searching for meaning but are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark

You noticed right after the match finished with dom winning that damian was looking at you but with a look you didn't recognize turning to ask him but before you could ask he gently brings you to him until your lips touched making you lose your breath leading to you being under him "Let me in I will show you that I care and no matter what you think of yourself I will always be right here to show you that you are wonderful, beautiful, and the best thing to happen to me" you feel tears flow down your face as you let him show how much he loved you.

I thought I heard you out there crying ooh and I thought I heard you call my name yeah I thought I heard you out there crying oh just the same yeah yeah god give us the reason youth is wasted on the young

You both fell asleep hours later and the next day you met up with rhea, dom, and finn celebrating dom's win pulling dom to the side telling him the news being pulled into a hug and smiling as you both go back with the others and celebrate both you and damian deciding to tell finn and rhea together who were also happy for the two of you hugging both of you tightly celebrating for the two of you as well the rest of the night.

It's hunting season and the lambs are on the run searching for meaning but are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark we all lost stars trying to light up the dark

You both helped each other deal with and control your inner demons falling more and more in love along the way and 2 years later he proposed to you and got married the year after always being by his side whether outside the ring during a match or holding each other in your shared home and soon you found out you were pregnant both of you excited to have a family together.

[movedtolilmouzee]

Can you write something where Wayne is dying (I know, angst SORRY) and Eddie is upset so one night after he and reader come home from the hospital he tries having rough sex with them (you know, just to feel something/have some control in the moment) and reader is confused but goes along with it until he says something about “not wanting to lose her” and she makes him stop and he finally tells her that she’s his only family now if Wayne dies so he thought getting her pregnant and having a kid would be the best way to ensure that he’s guaranteed a family and that he won’t feel like he’s losing everyone and she reassures him that while that’s sweet and she’d love to have his kids, it’s not time for that right now and he needs to be there for Wayne and I’m sorry if this is too much but I am feeling SAD with a side of angsty sauce 😂 ty!

𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢, 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶?

𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳, 𝘓𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵.

(𝙕𝙚𝙚'𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚- 𝘿𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 <3)

Eddie had gotten the phone call that his uncle was in the hospital about a week ago while performing during a show. Everything fell apart that night, Eddie freaked out backstage crying and screaming in your arms while everyone packed their equipment up and offered to take care of the rest so eddie could see his uncle which you both said yes to and drove to the hospital. At first eddie didn't have the heart to step into the hospital room, stuttering about how he didn't want to cry in front of his uncle and how this was all some big nightmare, until the doctor came out of the room telling eddie his uncle wanted to see him.

Eddie immediately dashed into the room and next to his uncles side, tears quickly taking over his vision. Eddie couldn't think of what to do, to say, anything. He was just frozen, a statue holding your hand crying a million tears like a little boy who just dropped his favorite ice cream. Death was something that scared eddie so bad he wished he could be immortal.

The visits continued on for a few more days until the doctors told eddie that the treatments werent working and his uncle didn't have much time left. Something just snapped inside of eddie when he heard those words, he didn't speak a single word on the drive home, just staring at the road while his hands gripped the steering wheel. Though when eddie got home he was like a whole other person, he was immediately all over you, hands roaming your body. Eddie just told you it was a way to distract his mind and you went with it, not understanding what was happening with your boyfriend, all you knew what that eddie had carried you to the bed and was making quick work to remove every piece of clothing.

The next minute eddie had already prepped you for his cock and had sat you on his lap, holding you close to him while he slowly slid his cock inside your gummy walls moaning out your name. Sex with eddie was always so good. He was always gentle, soft and calm but tonight he was like a bunny in heat. His thrust were so rough that if he went any faster he'd break the bed.

This had gone on until eddie was close to cumming, you could tell something was wrong by how he held you so close to his chest and whispered "I don't wanna lose you, Y/N" this was you finally stopped eddie, climbing away from him. Cleaning yourself and eddie off while asking what was going on in his mind. Hearing those words send eddie into a crying episode, tears spilling from his eyes. "I'm scared, Y/N. I'm losing Wayne and I'm scared that I'll lose you too, when Wayne dies all ill have is you. What happenes if you die? I just thought that if i got you pregnant and build a family, I won't feel so alone anymore." He whispered, constantly wiping tears away from his face as he slowly calmed down now that he finally got everything off his chest.

"Eddie, I understand where your coming from but now isn't the time to try and get me pregnant. Nows the time for you to spend every moment you can with wayne, you don't know how much time you'll have with him. You need to cherish every moment, and while I love the thought of us having little eddies running around, we should wait until your in the right headspace." That was all it took for eddie to calm down.

Eddie took your advice and went to spend every moment he could with wayne. Making sure to have a hold of your hand every step of the way, still scared he'd lose you. Eddie lost Wayne three days later after that night. Though he acted fine with everyone else, he let everything out when around you, head resting on your shoulder while he cried his heart out, saying that it wasn't fair.

[darling-miaxoxo]

The Demon Within~

a/n: hi! I tried out something new again so enjoy!! (Forgive me for no cut, I'm in mobile again,) also this is longer than what I regularly write

Summary: Being a peculiar who was an... Outcast from the others, wasn't easy. An outcast in a home for outcasts? Maybe it'll change soon. But, something happens before that.

Warning/s: Possible angst (?), demon inside of you ( ᵀᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ᵐⁱˢˢᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ)

Being an outcast wasn't really easy. You bonded little to no peculiars at all ever since you got here. You keep your mouth shut everyday. Who needs friends when you have a literal demon inside of you?

Of course, Miss Peregrine doesn't know about that. Your peculiarity is a voodoo doll. All you need to activate this is anything the victim owns, or a piece of their DNA.

Miss Peregrine claims it to be helpful in some way. But she didn't know about the demon inside of you. The demon was interested in your peculiarity, so they 'possessed' you. Though, in reality, they just came in your body.

You managed to control her. You also got to know her, for example, her name. She said her name was Lucy, though she was a demon and you knew she was gonna take over your body soon enough.

You are now currently at dinner with the children and Miss Peregrine. The children were chatting about their day as always. Miss Peregrine just listening in. You were silent as always. The phone rang. It was Abe. Miss Peregrine excused herself and left the table.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ time skip ࿐ྂ

It was now movie time. Miss Peregrine flipped the switch and the 'movie' started.

୨⎯ in the dream ⎯୧

They said, "Oh y/n, our friend"

You didn't feel like yourself at all. Your body feels like it's slowly drifting away into space. You fear it's Lucy, finally taking over.

"Y/n, can you hear me?"

You couldn't speak. It felt like your mouth was shut down. You were near the edge of a building. You assume your gonna jump.

"Come with us, you'll be safe with us forever"

Your answer, was laughter. Soft as you lower your head. You weren't in control of your body anymore. Lucy has taken over.

୨⎯ outside of the dream⎯୧

Miss Peregrine turned the lights on once more, she said to the children to go outside and wait for her. You all flocked outside. Miss Peregrine came out and started the reset. The bombs started going over all of you.

You patiently waited for the planes to go over you. You were nervous for the time Lucy will take over, but it's fine. Better sooner than later right?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ time skip to next day ࿐ྂ

You were currently in your room. Supposedly, Lucy has been awfully quiet today. You assume it's because she's planning on how to take over your body. She is a demon after all.

Somebody knocked on your door. "Come in." You said quietly, not having the energy to talk that much. The person who was knocking on the door came in, it was Miss Peregrine.

"Hello dear, I am sure you saw the dream last night. And I am here to stop it from happening." She said, even though she knew that Horace's dream could never be stopped from coming true. Worth a try right?

"And how are you gonna do that?" You said back. Clearly not convinced.

"By staying with you. This way I can make sure that you don't go wondering off."

It's makes sense, if we weren't dealing with a demon. But all things aside, Miss Peregrine moved towards you and sat down beside you. You have to admit, you have feelings for the raven-haired older woman. Ever since you got here to be honest.

"I'm going outside real quick. Wait for me here." You said to her, she agreed but, in reality, Lucy said that. Not you, your already losing control of your body one by one.

You went outside like you told Miss Peregrine. But instead of chit chat with the children, you went towards the village. Emma and Olive were there, terrorizing the villagers. You avoided them sneakily.

It was almost comical about the fact that Miss Peregrine said she will stay with you, but now here you are, in the village alone. You went towards a building, which was the pub. Using your voodoo doll, you went to Emma, she was distracted.

You used your scissors that you kept in hand for whenever you need to, and cut a piece of Emma's hair. You quickly went above the pub, rock climbing class really helped. You put the piece of hair in the voodoo doll.

And the voodoo doll started to look like Emma, poor her. Not expecting what's coming. Oh and you probably noticed, half of these aren't even you anymore, it's Lucy.

You grabbed your needles and stabbed one slowly into Emma's leg via the voodoo doll.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Miss Peregrine's POV:

I was getting worried, Y/n's been gone for long. I went outside and didn't see Y/n. I asked the children and they said she went to the village.

I walked to the village quickly, I saw Emma being in pain and panting. I asked her what's wrong and she said that she feels like someone stabbed her leg. I looked for anything to help, but then I saw.. her. Y/n was on top of the pub with her voodoo doll in her hand.

It looked like Emma. It's clear. "Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" I screamed. She looks un bothered. "Hmm, how about no?"

When did I fail teaching this girl right manners? What did I do wrong?...

"Come and get me or else I might fall." She chuckled. She got down and ran to the house, I couldn't leave Emma behind, nor can I let her just potentially kill herself! "Olive, bring Emma into the house, I have to get Y/n."

I ran towards her, she was quick. I turned into a bird do I can catch up quicker. She climbed up the house somehow. The amount of extracurricular activities this girl had before was making it hard to get there.

She was on top of the house. The children were playing outside, not knowing what was happening above.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Y/n's POV:

You were now on top of the house, Miss Peregrine right behind you. You turned around. After that, you couldn't speak. Something was preventing you. Your vision blacked out. You couldn't control your body anymore.

Lucy has finally taken over.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Lucy's POV:

I have finally taken over. "Hello there, Miss Peregrine." I chuckled. It's hilarious to be honest. Though, I wanna see the childrens faces when they notice that their ward who they ignored so much has finally taken care of.

I teleported them here with a snap of my fingers. "Wanna see something funny?" I said, pretending innocence.

They said "Oh y/n. Our friend."

They were still trying. Can't they see this?

"Y/n, can you hear me?"

Miss Peregrine said, she was hoping that she was still there. Well she is, but no longer in control.

My answer, was laughter, soft as I lower my head.

"Your too late. I'm afraid. Your ward is already gone." They gave looks of horror as I said that. I started to transform, I became taller, facial features started to look more sharp. My hair changed to a sage green. It got longer.

Before, was an innocent girl who had feelings for an older woman. Now, what was left was a monstrous being.

As they say,

You don't know what you have until you lose it.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

[xaeethebaee]

Shuji x Shortcake Chapter Five

Chapter Warnings: This chapter is quite tame other than some cussing, vomiting, and Hanma being a little possessive.

Disclaimer: All characters are at least 20 years old.

A/n: The long-awaited reunion is finally here!

Word Count: 3.4k (I still don't know the purpose of this. I just see everyone else does it lol)

Chapter Five

Slowly but surely, the effects of the drug are wearing off. It has gotten weak enough which allows you to regain some of your senses although, you’re still a bit dazed. Your brain barely manages to register an odor that eerily resembles the stench of cigarettes. Your eyes crack open and through the darkness and haziness of your vision, you notice the unfamiliarity of the environment you are in.

It took some time, but you’ve regained your consciousness, immediately noticing your body wrapped in a quilt. Despite the raging headache, you wiggle your arms and legs in an attempt to set yourself free. That is proven harder than anticipated due to the residual effects of the drug. During your feeble attempt to escape, you unintentionally start rolling your body, which made you realize the tightness of the quilt loosens up a bit.

Using that revelation, you continue to roll more, not realizing the edge of the bed is quickly approaching. In no time, you fall on the floor causing you to grunt in slight pain. On the bright side, you’ve been set free by the stuffy material. Relief immediately turns into panic upon seeing that your dress has been discarded, with the only thing left on you is your underwear. Your heart shatters into pieces assuming the worst has happened to you while you were asleep.

The last thing you remember was being on the dance floor when you were drugged, and now you’ve woken up inside of a messy bedroom. Looking around, all you see are the black walls adorned by photos of landmarks from across the world, and empty bottles. Additionally, you see a black hoodie, lying next to you. Even though you’re reluctant to do so, you take the clothing and pull it over your head to cover your nude body.

All of a sudden, a loud pop was heard. The pop sounds eerily similar to a gun firing further convincing you that you are still in a dangerous environment - most likely still at the Haitani house. Hearing that made you lose more hope; therefore, the only thing you can do is continue to cry.

Your body shakes in fear as you can no longer contain your emotions. Tears flow down your cheeks like a river and things are not made any better once you feel an uncomfortable sensation in your body. That sensation stems from nausea which is hastily followed by the urge to regurgitate the toxins within your body.

Getting on your feet, your vision goes dizzy nearly making you vomit on the spot. You remain in control of your body until you spot an open door, leading into a dark area. You march to it and realized it is the bathroom which is just as messy as the bedroom, however, you do not care as getting to the toilet is your highest priority.

In no time, you lift the seat before leaning your face over the bowl. Instantly, vomit rushes out of you while one of your hands frantically pulls back strands of your hair. You are constantly gagging from the disgusting smell of alcohol mixed in with stomach acid along with partially digested food you ate prior to arriving at the party. Feeling disgusted and absolutely heartbroken from the situation you’re in, you cannot help the intense sobbing from releasing.

You’ve spent a few minutes leaning on the toilet while using the back of your hand to wipe your mouth as well as running snot. Through your cries, the urge to throw up returns. Immediately, leaning over the toilet seat, you let out more vomit, violently gagging from how nasty you feel. 

You’re a broken and emotional mess at this point as you have completely lost hope. Releasing more vomit, a few strands of your hair fall in front of your face, but before you could move it out of the way, a masculine hand does it for you. The grip on your hair tightens; however, you’re too preoccupied with vomiting out the rest of the poison from your body to say anything. That does not stop you from noticing a figure kneeling beside you. 

Constant cries leave you as your vision is blurred by tears, and you barely notice your back is being rubbed. Despite that, you gag again from trying to cough out the rest of the poison from your body. Vomit rushes out of your body once again, and this time it feels like you’ve been completely cleansed from the toxins. Clarity sets in and you take in a deep breath, in an attempt to calm your nerves.

“It’s okay, Shortcake.”

A soft yet deep voice enters your eardrums, immediately causing your heart to pump erratically. The voice was unfamiliar to you; however, it was the name the man muttered that sent sparks around your body. There was only one person in your life who called you Shortcake, and he is someone who you have not seen or heard from in more than ten years.

Regaining your composure, you slowly turned your head to face the individual that is behind you. To your surprise, a pair of soft golden orbs peer back at your e/c ones, while you swiftly recognize a familiar piece of gold jewelry dangling from his ear. 

“My necklace…?”

You croak, voice hoarse due to the constant vomiting and crying. The man pulls you into an embrace, rocking your body back and forth. Although there is a smell of cigarettes, you’ve managed to distinguish that from the familiar natural scent of the man holding you. All this combined was enough to convince you that the person whose arms are wrapped protectively around you is none other than Shuji Hanma.

“Shu?”

You ask him for confirmation, and the man just nods with a smile.

“Long time, no see, Shortcake.”

That moment of confirmation was enough to overshadow the despair you were feeling. Your arms wrap around him as you snuggle your face into his chest, crying softly. 

It has been more than a decade - more than ten years - since the last time you hugged Hanma so tightly. That same morning was the last time you saw your childhood best friend. That same friend who protected you kept you warm during the winters and told you corny jokes. He is the same friend who’d you have a teasing match with. Additionally, Shuji Hanma was someone who you trusted with your life, and he felt the same way about you.

“I’ve missed you!”

You’ve blurted out though much of it was muffled because your face is buried in his chest. Hanma nonetheless heard and understood exactly what you said; therefore, he hugs you tighter as if he is afraid you’ll be whisked away by the wind. 

“I’ve missed you too.” He says, wasting no time returning the sentiment.

It was not long before you slowly separated your face from his chest to take a breath. That is when you noticed a wet spot along with a strand of snot on the shirt Hanma is wearing. It is the same spot you had your face snuggled against as you cried. Through your soft sobs came laughter as you frantically start rubbing your hand over the spot.

“I’m so sorry, Shu! I didn’t mean to do that.”

Shuji just chuckles at how adorable you look as you try cleaning his borrowed shirt. The man just gently grabs your wrist forcing you to stop.

“It’s okay.” He says softly while rubbing his calloused thumb over your hand.

Your eyes look at Punishment that is adorning his hand. You smile to yourself as you think back to when Shuji wanted to get a tattoo to which you suggested Kanji characters. Right before you were about to reminisce with Hanma about that day and talk about his tattoo, you notice blood leaking from his arm. Your smile immediately drops and concern for him washes over your body. Shuji notices your change in demeanor as soon as it happens.

“Oh my God, Shu. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Nothing serious.”

Hanma just says, brushing off the obvious gunshot wound. He can see that you are still showing concern, so he slowly stands up. Gently, he pulls you to your feet, and then guides you to his bathroom sink. You watch as he clears off space on the sink.

“Hop on it so I can get you cleaned up.”

He demands; however, you look up at him with a confused expression. Shuji just heaves out a deep chuckle before wrapping his uninjured arm around your waist forcing you to sit on the counter. You gasp, surprised by his strength, but you only just adjusted yourself into a comfortable seated position.

While Shuji grabs clean washcloths from a nearby cabinet, you took the time to piece some things together. Firstly, you always knew Hanma was a problem child as he always got into fights, hung out with delinquent kids, and even smoke a cigarette here and there. Your brain then flashes back to just a few days ago during your night shift - that same night when your work friend invited you to the Haitani party. That man who had that chilling smile on his face when you were serving his meal was no doubt Hanma, and Hanma was sat at the table with none other than the Kanto Manji Gang. 

The realization hits you like a truck although, you are not entirely surprised by it. Hanma was not surprised either when he sees that your facial expression and body language has shifted significantly. He sees that you’ve become tenser, so he approaches you carefully. He stands in front of the sink while you’re sitting on the counter next to him, waiting on him to break the awkward silence that filled the bathroom.

The man just run both washcloths under the running warm water. After that, he hands you one of the damp washcloths with a smirk on his face.

“We got a lot to talk about.” He states in a matter-of-fact tone.

There is no doubt in Shuji’s mind that you have pieced together his involvement with Tokyo’s most dangerous gang. A foreboding emotion filled his body even when he was dabbing at the gunshot wound on his arm. Despite the sharp pain emanating from his attempt at cleaning his wound, the unnerving feeling of your reaction to his gang involvement was what made him more uncomfortable.

He is a very violent man after all. The two mutilated bodies in the downstairs guest bedroom are proof enough. Hanma also knows that he isn’t exactly ‘sane’ either. Both of these alone could be enough to scare you away from him. He wouldn’t know what to do if he lost the person he has cared about for so many years. In fact, you are just one of two people he cared about, with the other person dying not too long ago. Hanma knows he cannot let you leave his life too especially after it is so soon since you two reunited.

“Shu?” Your soft voice pierced through his ears which was enough to bring him out of his trance.

Hanma did not realize he was bestowing a dark expression on his face until you brought him back to reality. You begin to contemplate what you were about to ask him as a very important question comes to mind. What happened to you since you were drugged? Although, you believe you have a pretty good idea about what happened considering how you woke up in Hanma’s bed, naked. A part of you cannot fathom the possibility of your childhood best friend taking advantage of you like that, hence your hesitation to ask him.

Instead of anything coming out of your mouth, you just use the damp cloth in your hand to wipe your face. Your free hand hugs your other arm in a self-soothing manner as you fight to hold back more tears from coming out. You did not even notice your body shaking due to your state of mind.

“You didn’t get raped.” Shuji suddenly says with a blank face, catching you off guard.

You quickly look at him with disbelieving eyes. There is no other explanation as to why you’d wake up naked after being drugged. You shake your head, allowing more tears to flow from your eyes. Scared, you start speaking with a shaky voice:

“Shu, I-”

“I made sure nothing happened to you.” Hanma cuts you off.

Both of you are locked in a fierce staring contest. The words you want to speak are trapped in your throat upon seeing the earnest look on his face. It’s been years, but you remember that face. It’s rare when Shuji Hanma is serious about something, and this moment is no different.

“I got to you just before anything happened.”

The man reassures, leaning closer to you. His Sin hand caresses your cheek using his thumb to wipe the tears flowing down it. Hanma couldn’t help but gaze at your quivering lips before looking back into your e/c eyes. The room is silent but a thick mist of tension fills the air as you two continue to stare each other down. Your mind is still in somewhat of a haze because of the turn of events from tonight and the same can be said about Hanma. 

“Shortcake?”

He calls for you in a low growl, sending shivers down your spine and between your legs.

“Yea, Shu?” You answer back, making him feel the same sensation.

There is another long pause as you anticipate what the tall man is about to say. He just smiles softly while leaning even closer to your face. You prepare for what is about to come, even closing your eyes in the process. Unintentionally, your lips pucker.

Hanma presses his lips against yours sending sparks throughout his body. For so long, he has been wanting to kiss you, but he never had the chance to do it. Now you’re right in front of him, in a vulnerable position. He couldn’t contain himself, especially after feeling so much joy after officially reuniting with you. He’s been watching you from afar for far too long, and he wanted - needed - to be with his best friend again. He wanted - needed - you in his arms again. 

Your hands feel his toned chest as he deepens the kiss. Your repressed emotions are finally spilling out once you let out a quick whimper. Hanma wastes no time sliding his tongue into your mouth. His free hand rub on your thigh, feeling your soft s/c skin against his rough fingers.

All of a sudden, loud knocking is heard from Hanma’s bedroom door. The knocking is quickly followed up by a rough tone of voice:

“HANMA! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE!”

The loud noise startles both of you. Hanma separates from you before letting out a chuckle. He pats your head as you have a look of worry and fear.

“Don’t be alarmed. It’s just Shion Madarame. He’s harmless.”

Shuji says as he finishes cleaning up his gunshot wound while Shion continues to bang on the door. The man then goes back into his bedroom before opening the door, finding a feisty Shion on the other side.

“Mikey needs you down in the basement. We’re about to interrogate that woman.” He says.

“Why? We already know she’s part of Brahman. What more information do we need?” Hanma rhetorically asks.

“There were reports that she came here with another woman. That woman is nowhere to be seen AND the guards confirmed that she didn’t leave here.”

Hanma just laughs, knowing the woman Shion is referring to is you. His laughter just annoys the light-haired man, prompting him to breathe out in rage.

“Wow. So angry.” Hanma gaslights and he resumes his laughter.

From the bathroom, you can vaguely hear the conversation going on between Hanma and the other man. Curious, you get down from the sink before poking your head out of the room. You notice Shuji is engaged in a conversation with another man, who looks unhappy. That man, spot you spying.

“So that’s what you’ve been up to?!”

The man asks Shuji with an annoyed tone. He turns around and looks at you with a soft yet amused expression. He then looks back at Shion.

“Yea. We’re getting cleaned up, now leave. I’ll be down there in a few.”

Hanma tries shutting the door but the man on the other side stops it with his hand that is adorned with brass knuckles.

“She matches the description of the woman that came here with the Brahman bitch. You’re harboring a person of interest.”

You can practically feel the dangerous aura radiating from that man Shuji is talking to. You sink back into the bathroom but Hanma’s demanding voice stops you.

“Shortcake? Come here.”

Although reluctant, you emerge from the bathroom and slowly made your way to the door. Your anxiety starts to spike once again realizing this is another member of the Kanto Manji Gang that you’ll be facing. Despite this man being shorter than Hanma, he looks more intimidating to you. As soon as you arrive at the door, you mostly hide behind Hanma’s body as you can feel the other man’s gaze searing through your skin.

“This is Shion. As I said, he is harmless. And Shion, this is Y/n. She’s harmless too.” Hanma introduces you two.

There is a moment of silence before Shion crosses his arms.

“She came here with that Brahman bitch.”

Hearing those words reminded you about your work friend. Since seeing her with Ran Haitani, you haven’t heard anything about her. Your mind starts thinking of the worst that may have occurred, so you’re once again filled with concern.

“Shortcake, do you have any involvement with Brahman?”

The black and blonde-haired man asks, catching you off guard. You’re confused as you’ve never heard of Brahman before; therefore, you truthfully answer ‘no’.

“There. You got the answer you needed.”

Hanma tries closing the door again but Shion blocks it, this time more aggressively.

“Fuck that! You’re just gonna take her word for it!?” He asks.

“Yea.”

Came Hanma’s plain response, reinforcing the fact that Hanma fully trusts you, so it was easy to believe you.

“Mikey would never accept that! We need her down there too!”

The smile on Hanma’s face fades away slightly, showing that he too is getting annoyed. He puts his arm over your shoulders in a protective manner.

“I have every reason to believe she has zero involvement with Brahman.”

“Where’s the proof?” Shion asks, grinding his teeth in frustration.

Hanma’s smile has completely faded away and it is replaced by a glare. He stares down Shion Madarame with killing intent.

“Either you bring her downstairs so Mikey can question her or I’ll call him and tell him that you are harboring her in your room. You know that means he’ll come up here with his coke-addict henchman Sanzu, and they’ll retrieve her by any means necessary.” Shion threatens.

“Fucking snitch.” Hanma curses.

Shion just smiles knowing he has forced Shuji into a compromising position. The taller man thinks over the options given to him. Neither of them is ideal; however, one is remarkably worse than the other. The last thing he wants is for you to be this close to the rest of the Kanto Manji Gang - not because of how ruthless they are. His possessiveness wouldn’t cope with the idea of you being around them knowing the possibilities of how the other guys would act towards you.

On one hand, bringing you down of your own volition could be the best option as it’ll lead Mikey and the rest of the guys to believe you aren’t a threat. That means they’ll see you as no other than some whore - or worse, an innocent friend they can attach to. On the other hand, having Sanzu drag you downstairs will cast unneeded suspicion on you. That will cause them to think you are a threat, which could lead to you being killed or used as a slave. It did not take long for Shuji to decide.

“Fine. I’ll bring her down there to meet everyone else after we get cleaned up.” He begrudgingly agrees.

“Good. I’ll meet you there.” Shion just smirks before taking a longing look at you.

Hanma swiftly notices his lingering stare, taking the opportunity to hastily slam the door in his face. Both of you listen to Shion’s fading footsteps until he is no longer around. That allowed you to release a breath that you did not know you were holding.

Looking down at you, Hanma just smiled before asking in a fake enthusiastic tone:

“Ready to meet the rest of the Kanto Manji Gang?”

He asks you, causing your heart to sink into your stomach. 

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[If you're wondering why Hanma wasn't hesitant to introduce Reader to Shion, it is because Hanma thinks Shion is too pathetic to pose a threat.]

A/n: I'll be taking a short break as I have another story (A super Smutty one) with Draken that I really want to write. If you want to be on the taglist for that one, just let me know.

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October 13 , 2023

This summer while dumping my grandmother's ashes into the river I was with my ex boyfriend who is currently living his life out of Louisiana right now.

A blue bird passed over me as well. Its a sign Overall, the arrival of the bluebird is a sign of hope since it could mean spiritual transformation. Even in the harshest climates, when they have a scarcity of food, these birds still manage to sing cheerfully and do so because they know better days are ahead.

I still hold the feather as a piece to my black book of me becoming a wiccan practicing keeping power because any arts that you do you will lose control if you don't have a mental grip to getting it dealt with as well. The bible doesn't speak of these things in between

Also what I found funny is that on my old facebook I tagged Washington saying I need Isiah Perkins out of jail and later just found out her is out of jail right now. Me speaking up started a womens rights movement slowly even while things are falling apart affecting every single human being right now and its is crazy.

This is my personal story on my practices and the way I now view things in life as well. On January 1st I am determined to have 3 grimiores ready may even start selling them as well due to topic of each practice in witch craft.

This memory is a personal memory and a bond that I will never be able to understand as life is going on but I am greatful that I had someone there. Even when we passed the ducks they would sit there and eye me down and not get mad . They felt that I am one with nature and that I have the power within myself on how I do things and carry them as well. Even as life goes on, Love means more than may things I am learning true love and that is loving yourself no matter what anyone says to you or thinks.