#NO I MEANT SHUT IM A MESS LEAVE ME ALONE

[noritoshiikamo]

wake up [childe x reader]

im writing childe again as an annual sacrifice to lose on his banner for c5 jean or tighnari also miss manipulative yet sweet little husband childe [continuation of this]

tagging @cheolinn @duskamethyst @crashed-wing

cw dubcon, manipulative childe, pregnant reader, wee bit of somnophilia, female receiving oral, not so descriptive penetrative sex, mention of breeding kink, stockholm syndromish, homicidal thoughts (childe)

ajax is ridiculous throughout your pregnancy.

you found yourself dodging him ever so often but would it work with your stubborn husband? never. your cold shoulder meant he just had to work a little hard, aggressive with no subtlety. to him, you must just be a little cranky with his busy schedule. serving tsaritsa is might be a priority but for you, he was willing to make an exception.

he’s suffocating.

hovering over you, berating everything you do as if you haven’t been doing this for the past 57 day to be exact. “stop, i’m just pregnant. leave me alone,” you muttered angrily, eyes didn’t even leave the chopping board holding off to the herbs you were about to chop. ajax knew well than to mess with an angry woman holding a knife.

“my love, you are going in your second trimester, you should be resting. what kind of husband am i if i’m not helping my sweet sweet wife.”

you turned around, annoyance was all your face could convey to his nonsense, “well for once, if you would’ve learn to control yourself, i wouldn’t need to be carrying a baby for 9 months.” his laughter echoed the small cottage as you found yourself trapped between the counter, a hard place and your charming husband. his bare hands, sight you rarely seen brushed gently against your cheeks. your tensed body immediately relaxed as if it was trained to respond as such to his touch. “now, now, that wouldn’t be so husbandly of me if i couldn’t get my wife knocked up, wouldn’t i?” his lips brushed your own so lightly but it was your reaction that made the man marveled in excitement. you were reaching for more.

“oh, did my wife miss me?”

you bit your tongue, “shut up and quit bothering me.”

ajax feigned a small pout, fishing for your sympathy as he rested his forehead against yours. his cold eyes were wide with joy, being nuisance to you was his choice of bantering. he missed this dearly, contemplating more sabbatical leaves to spend more time with you. his thumb brushed against your lower lips as his finger hooked under your chin, forcing your gaze up on him. “i told you,” he clicked his tongue, “i will lessen the bothering after our third child. fifth if you want to completely stop, i will definitely shut my mouth.”

he felt something sharp against his chest. looking down, you slammed the knife flat, palm on the handle against where his heart laid. your hand looked so small compared to the knife,“just cook.”

you waddled away, tossing the apron on the counter. you felt his gaze against your body but it was his words that gave you the shivers.

“i’ll still have it, y/n. after our sweet firstborn is out, i will only give you few months of break, and then i’ll breed the second one right back in ya.”

you knew it well that the threat isn’t empty.

it was adorable that 30 minutes later, he found you completely out in the baby room, resting against the nice sofa by the window with a book on your laps. it seemed that the book is reading you and not the other way around. my poor exhausted wife, he thought fondly. he leaned against the door, arms across the chest as his eyes roamed. how could he resist the idea of pumping you full of his child when you look so adorable and cute?

something twitched in him.

his boots creaked heavy against the floor. winter must be brutal on you after years in the land of freedom. you surely missed the sunny breeze against your skin, his finger brushing lightly against your thigh, hiking your dress higher. a soft oh escaped his lips as his eyes widened in excitement. down on both knees, his lips planted butterfly kisses along the inside watching as you squirmed and sighed. the book long forgotten, laying on the floor as he ventured deeper. you must have been thinking of how none of your complaints were heard by him. ajax just didn’t think that it would be true; you’re not just gonna be walking around with nothing underneath just because the waistband hurts. he felt sorry for doubting you, apologizing in the way he knew best with a kiss in your mound.

“sorry baby, shh just sleep,” he hushed as he yanked you by the legs forward, spreading your legs further. you whined, drowsy in exhaustion.

he was sorry indeed. with arms both underneath your thighs, holding you in place, he burrowed deeper. on his archon’s name, he couldn’t understand how you could taste this delicious on his tongue. ajax could no longer go for the soft gentle licks, he was ravishing you. when he was not running his tongue along your slit, teasing your throbbing holes with his pointed tongue, he kept his lips latched around the puffy clit. with every whines and sighs, he kept his grips on your soft thighs tighter.

his heart swelled and his cock twitched when his name slipped out of your tongue so gently. even in your dream, he was haunting you. except this wasn’t a dream and ajax was really going to town. he would kill for you to wake up, listening to your sweet begging of no and not here.

he has no sense of patience and politeness.

he would keep you gagged with his cock down your throat underneath the table, pounding you in the corner of the dark alley of the busiest holiday night in town and here he is, trying to fuck you in your newborn’s room. he lives for the lusty fearful eyes of yours as he drives deeper in you. releasing your clit with a soft pop, his fingers went busy around the belt. he was leaking through the light pants, managed only to open it halfway before giving it a quick tug. he never asked, you knew better than to protest what was his. he rubbed the hardened cock against your slit, watching frenzied in lust as your face contorted in pleasure.

“oh, y/n,” he called gleefully, planting kisses on your nose, “you better wake up or you’ll miss it.”

his kissed ticked your. your eyes opened lightly, startled by your husband’s face directly on your face. “miss what?” you asked confusedly. your pretty voice laced in exhaustion and sleep.

ajax smiled gleefully and your heart sank. “fuck, ajax!”your eyes shot opened as he pushed his whole length in. not giving you a single warning, not even easing in slowly, the fucked up blissed look in his face as he was fully sheathed in your cunt. you came just by his penetration, much to his content. your legs beside his figure trembled as you fisted his red shirt. “fucking warn me first,” you cried, his hungrily lips reached your own. you tasted yourself, face flushing violently as you realised what had happen. your eyed rolled back at the feeling of his tongue brushing against your own. “hm, what about warning me first if you decide to walk around without a panties? what if someone see it? they’ll take advantage of my sweet pregnant wife,” he mocked, withdrawing his hips back and slamming forward, “my poor helpless wife, can’t have people know that they got the tightest cunt in town, can’t i?” you threw your head back in pleasure, tears pooling in your eyes from pain turned into a pleasure down your cheeks. he occupied your neck, lapping and biting your skin. sucking until marks formed where your heart pounded heavily underneath his tongue. until he was satisfied, until his hands took over around the column to bring your eyes back to his.

“don’t. do. it. again,” he hissed, emphasizing each words with the harsh thrust into your cunt, “not when i’m not around. or i will kill anyone who sets their eyes on you. don’t tell me you got off to the thoughts of me killing someone for you, my wife?”

his hips slowed down and you immediately shook your head, tongue building courage to mutter no. you watched as his face softened immediately, happily kissing you with his hips snapping harsh enough you could feel your second coming. he knew it. with the way you were breathing heavily, acting so obediently with his ridiculous orders and the pussy tightening against his cock, you were about to cum. “a-ajax! i can’t,” you whined, gasping for air he knocked out with every fucks. “s-slow down please.” your feet pressed against his side, struggling to slow his pace.

“sorry baby, i want you to cum on my cock. not even a chance,” he chuckled, lapping on the salty droplet against your cheeks, “come on baby, you’re tightening around my cock, give it in.” your cries echoed the small room, sofa creaked against the wooden floor taking the brunt of his harsh thrusts. your dress was like a thin paper shredded, exposing your bare skin he yearned the most. lapping hungrily on your sensitive, hardened bud. with every gaze of his fangs, you cursed him in your mother tongue. it could only make him more feral. you could feel his pelvic grinding against yours.

ajax is attractive when he’s about to cum.

his daze was feral yet soft, glistening with lust. his soft locks stick to his face and every time it became troublesome, he pushed it back. you couldn’t help the stare to count the speckles of freckles that kissed his face and wondered how many times had his past lover kissed him there. was it you? his face softened when your fingers rested itself against his face. he enjoyed it. his smile grew wider and so did the wrinkles around the corner of his eyes. “someone’s staring,” he teased, almost panting the words out of breath. you didn’t say anything, brushing a line you were certain once was a bleeding scar you nursed to heal.

he ruined your life, dragged you back here and imprisoned you but how can you hate him? deep inside you, you knew you made him mad. you drove him away and now his child grew in your womb and your found it more of a bliss than a punishment. your body tensed, nails dug deep in his shoulder blade. you didn’t make a sound, holding your breath. you came again but it almost feel like an out of body experience.

“y/n, come back to me,” his raspy voice against your ears startled you. you didn’t realise how you end up on his laps, on the floor arms tight around him with his hips were more forgiving this time. ajax breathed a sigh of relief, “there you are. wow, you’re so easy to break there, sweetheart, i thought i lost ya for a sec.” his eyes search your face, flushed and full of bliss. “do you want me to stop?” he asked, brushing your drool away, cleaning your face with concern.

“you didn’t finish,” you mumbled, confusion etched on your face.

“i don’t have too, are you okay?”

you pushed him off, watching as his soft ginger locks splayed on the floor. his brows jolted up in surprise, “y/n,” he warned, holding you up by the waist. a soft curse escaped his lips as he felt the walls tightening against his length. you love it, the way your name escaped his tongue. his moans echoed the room now as your hips moved. his cries and the way his grips tightened against your flesh every time your hips snapped up and down. he was getting sensitive, eager to finish, his hips moving upward to match your pace. his hand, it roamed. holding on to your arm, grabbing a handful of your growing breast but when he finally came, it sat against your growing belly. you gasped, feeling overwhelmed and full as he painted your inside wide, not a single drop wasted.

the room was quieter now. you both sat attached, struggling to catch the breath you knocked out of each other. you watched as his fingers trembled around the buttons. he shed the shirt off before sitting up, carefully wrapping you in his warm shirt. you said nothing, letting him rest your head against his chest. you listened to his rapid heart pounded, his fingers brushing your back with every breath you took you swore his heart skipped a beat. you sat there long before he kissed your forehead and sat you back on the sofa.

“stay here, let me grab you some clean clothes and something to clean you up.”

you yawned, shrugging nonchalantly, “nothing with waistbands, no underwear.”

ajax beamed in excitement, his smirk grew wider as he watched your face flushed warmer, “oh, trust me, you are not wearing anything after that.”

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[untilwedont]

Better Luck Next Time

a/n: this is a remake of my first ever fic on tumblr :) thank u so much for 1000 followers, that means so much to me 🌸💌

pairings: Peter Parker x M!Reader

Warnings: Angst, $u!c!de, Depression, Cussing

“m/n, it was just a kiss! one kiss! i-it meant nothing!” peter exclaimed. he was lying, like usual. the lies that he told just became more and more frequent. his eyes were completely dry, but he was very obviously stressed. maybe it wasn’t from the fact that he was going to lose m/n, but that fact that he was caught. “a kiss?! peter thats bullshit and you know it! I— I thought we had something!-“ m/n yelled back, although he was cut off by pete. “we do have something!” he tried to calm you, but that was just his way of manipulating you into loving him again.

“oh, but did we still have something when I saw you not only kiss her, but— but touch her? Your hands were all over her, peter! so don’t..- don’t tell me that we have something when you know we don’t!” at that point, tears streamed down m/n’s face like a waterfall, never ending. “m/n..” peter tried talking, but was quickly shut down.

“just save it, peter. all the things I did before with you, I wish I could take it all back.. everything! because it never meant anything to you, did it? I swear I tried to do everything I could to keep this relationship stable, but obviously that meant nothing. God— i wish i never met you.”

peter was silent. his mouth was slightly agape, but not a word came out of it. maybe he was left speechless, maybe he really couldn’t care enough to stabilize the relationship. the second maybe is probably the most accurate one..

“peter im done. we’re done. I never want to see you again.” m/n said, leaving the room without giving peter the chance to say something.

when you got home, you were a crying mess. you didn’t have to look in the mirror to know it, it was just obvious. nobody was home. It was just you alone. alone with your thoughts. ones that weren’t so good to have. nonetheless, you took this as a chance. something you’d regret, or probably wouldn’t.

you didn’t want to stay anymore. you couldn’t. life was hard enough already, and peter cheating was just the cherry on top. opening the bathroom cabinet, you grabbed a container that just so happened to be filled with pills. you looked up at the mirror. “i look like a mess.” you mumbled, shaking heavily as you opened the cap of the pill bottle.

you dumped a handful onto your shaky hands, setting the container on the ground. a minute passed as you just stared at yourself, pondering your thoughts. slowly, your hands raised to your mouth, though it didn’t feel like it was from decision.

shoving them into your mouth, you swallowed best you could before leaning your back against the wall. your vision became blurry as you slid down slowly. your breathing became heavier and it felt like your throat was slowly closing. you became hot. sweat dripped down from your forehead. you knew it was just a matter of time before death came along. “time for a nice, long nap..”

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OG:

"M/N, I promise, it was just a kiss!." Peter tried telling me. He was lying, I knew he was. Not even a single tear coming out his eyes. Eyes dry, as mine were glossy. Tears coming out of my eyes, rolling down from my cheek onto the hard floor. "A kiss?! Are you joking Peter? You guys were all up on each other. How do you expect me to sit here and just... believe the lies you're telling me?!". "M/N..." I cut him off , "No peter. You know, who was there with you when you felt down? when you felt like you couldn't continue on anymore? Who was with you every step of the way? I was Peter. Did you ever decide to check up on me? On how I was ever feeling?. Peter, I swear on my life I always try." Peter was speechless, but I could tell he didn't care. He never did. Or maybe I was being too overdramatic? Surely not, right? "I'm done with you peter. I'm fed up with you. I never want to see you again." I was sure I'd never see him again. Before he could speak, I walked out. I slammed the door behind me and ran home. G

I got home, I looked like a crying mess. I knew it did but I didn't mind. I noticed no one was home so I took this as my chance. I knew if I didn't, I wouldn't want to do it later. I couldn't stay in this horrible world any longer. I grabbed a container that held pills and ran to the bathroom. As I opened the container, I looked up at the mirror. "God I look horrible". I thought to myself. It didn't matter though, soon i'd be gone. I took a handful of pills and shoved them in my mouth. I slowly sat on the ground, my whole body shaking. Is this what it's like? As I looked around the room, everything became blurry. I slowly closed my eyes, knowing what was about to happen to me. Better luck next time.

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[cannedapricot]

oatmilk shaken espresso. || ldh

in which you dread heading into your weekly shifts at the coffee shop 5 minutes away from campus. between your inconsiderate manager telling you to lock up and the 4pm after school rush, you always claim to be a hair's drop away from submitting your two weeks. to make matters worse, you're always scheduled with a man who never seems to shut up. however, his one saving grace is his delectable shaken espressos, which may or may not be the single reason you haven't stormed out yet.

word count: 3.1k

genre, warnings: fluff, slice of life, one sided enemies to lovers?, college!au, coffee shop!au, mentions of consuming alcohol, profanities, one singular "that's what she said" joke

a/n: cracks bones im back from the dead with a university degree and a stiff spine. i haven't written in a hot minute so this might be a mess but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

4:30PM, WEDNESDAY - DONGHYUCK, RENJUN, Y/N

4:30pm on a Wednesday is the worst shift anyone had to work. Some of your friends would argue that the closing shift on Fridays are actually the worst ("I want to be piss drunk on the streets, not working."), but it was precisely because everyone would be out drinking, no one would think to set foot into the coffee shop on the corner. No students in uniform flooding the cramped shop, no office workers fighting the crowds for that espresso shot to get them through the week, and most of all, no Lee Donghyuck, your worst nightmare.

It was a known fact that Donghyuck, who also goes by his loving nickname Haechan, never shows up to work on a Friday evening. Even if rostered. One look at his social media and you would know where he's at on a bustling Friday, the student bar. This drove whoever was on shift nuts until eventually, the manager learned to not roster him for the dreaded Friday closing shift. Which meant, for you, Friday was bliss and you would do anything for that shift.

Instead, you were rostered for the closing shift on a Wednesday. Upon clocking in and donning the coffee colored apron, you were greeted by an annoying grin.

"Ooh, y/n, we're closing together tonight, you'll get to be with me alone."

You almost spun right around and left the shop at his teasing voice and grotesque wink. If it weren't for Renjun asking you to take orders because he has his hands full, you swore you would've left.

And so, with a deep sigh and a fake smile plastered on your face, you start another shift at your minimum wage customer service job.

"Welcome to Coffee House Aroma, what can I get for you today?"

12:30PM, SATURDAY - DONGHYUCK, JISUNG, Y/N

"Stop glancing at the clock, time isn't going to tick by any faster."

You scowl at Haechan in response, settling the mug you were drying down with more force than you originally planned. Your shift started at 6am today and ended in half an hour, you were ecstatic at the thought of leaving. Haechan, to nobody's surprise, showed up hung over this morning and was extremely confused when you told him he had to train the new barista today.

"Shit, that was today?" he had said, fingers combing through his hair in attempt to recall this information. Jisung, the new recruit simply stood there, flustered, as you felt the heat rise to your cheeks in frustration.

The entire morning was spent with you teaching Jisung the reigns of working at a coffee shop while Haechan spent it in the back storeroom, claiming it was helping his headache. Thank goodness it was a Saturday morning, which meant business was slow as everyone was sleeping in instead of making their usual morning commute. Otherwise, you would've decked the man in the face.

"Well, excuse me for hoping I can leave faster." Spinning on your heel, you grab a shaker, wanting to make yourself the signature drink that always managed to bring your spirits up.

"Making something?"

"Yeah, iced brown sugar oatmilk shaken espresso."

Haechan hums in response, eyes following your figure as you try find the lid of the said shaker.

"I'll make it for you today," he offers, "an apology for coming in hung over."

"Huh?"

"Don't make that face, you'll get wrinkles." He winks before yanking the shaker out of your grasp. Your fingers fly to your face in attempt to smooth out any lines that may have appeared, only for your brows to furrow again at the sight of your worst enemy producing the lid out of his pocket.

"If I get any premature wrinkles, they're all on you."

"What an honor."

Jisung returns shortly after the exchange, blubbering about how the trash bin outside wouldn't close, so you left momentarily to sort it out. By the time you come back inside, Haechan had finished the coffee and left it on the counter for you.

You take a sip.

He smirks at your reaction.

The stupid shaken espresso was delicious.

11:00AM, THURSDAY - DONGHYUCK, Y/N

"Enjoy the rest of your shift!" The glass door triggers the bell to chime as Renjun leaves for the day, having completed another morning rush. You wave in response before watching him dash across the crossing while the light was still green for pedestrians.

"He's in a rush today." Haechan comments, leaning on the till.

"Meeting with some friends before class apparently. I think he's trying to impress this girl in the group." You allow yourself to snicker at the thought.

The past few shifts involved you pestering Haechan to know what he did to your coffee to make it taste better than when you made it yourself. He always shrugged at the question with a smug grin.

"Maybe I'm just better." He'd say.

Of course, you weren't a sore loser or anything. But you've been trying to recreate the taste every shift you've been on to no avail. Haechan, being the absolute bane of your existence, would laugh at your attempts.

Perhaps he caught you staring at the shaker. Your co-worker strolls up to you and teasingly puts an arm around your shoulder.

"Missing my coffee?"

"Fuck off."

"Ouch, that's so cold of you." Though the words sounded accusatory and offended, the mischievous glint in his eyes told you he felt the opposite.

"How about I make you my shaken espresso again?"

"Really?"

"If you refer to me as "my beautiful angel of a co-worker Hyuckie" I'll consider it."

"Nevermind, I'll figure it out myself."

9:00AM, SUNDAY - JISUNG, RENJUN, Y/N

Sometimes, you really admire Renjun's ability to be able to open the shop on time. He always seemed to prefer opening shifts. 5:00am wasn't the ideal starting time but somehow, Renjun is always there fully awake and greeting you with a bright smile.

You, on the other hand, showed up with messy hair, bags under your eyes, and a crumpled shirt. The iconic underpaid and overworked college student look. It didn't help that you stayed up late the night before to finish a five page essay. You must've looked like you just rose from the dead because when Jisung came in at 6:00am on the dot, he asked,

"Are you feeling alright?"

Yeah, you were never agreeing to a 5:00am shift ever again. At least it was a short shift, because in an hour, you got to leave with big plans for the day ahead (a nap).

"Y/n, could you clean the table by the window please?"

With a cleaning rag and a spray bottle as your chosen weapons, you find your way to the said table under Renjun's instructions. Only a few crumbs, a glass, and a plate to clean. That's not bad at all, you've had much worse.

You hummed a happy tune as you stacked the mug and dish. Once you overlook the inhuman starting time, the shift wasn't so bad. You had your two favorite co-workers with you, the only people in on a Sunday morning were gossiping middle aged ladies, and you got the whole day ahead to do whatever you wanted.

This small bit of happiness lasted until you looked up and out the window, making direct eye contact with Haechan, who was on the opposite side of the street, waiting for the signal to cross.

So much for a peaceful morning.

"Good morning- oh y/n, you look terrible."

"This is my normal face what do you mean?"

"Terribly nice!"

Jisung stifles a giggle at the exchange and you look at him, betrayed.

"Haechan, you're here early. Your shift doesn't start until 10." Renjun double checks the time as Haechan moves behind the counter to give the opener a hug.

Which was obviously dodged.

"My 8am class finished early so I thought I'd drop by and check on my favorite people."

A scowl found its way onto your face at his statement and your stomach threatened to empty the croissant you ate an hour prior.

"Well, since Haechan's here early, y/n, you can finish early. Remember to clock out."

With sigh of relief and a high five with Jisung, you happily moved to the locker room to take your apron off.

"Alright, I'll be going for the day then- whose drink is this?" A cup of coffee on the counter catches your eye as you bid farewell.

"Oh, Haechan said it's for you."

An oatmilk shaken espresso.

7:30PM, TUESDAY - DONGHYUCK, MARK

No matter how much you tried to convince yourself the opposite, you couldn't deny that Coffee House Aroma was the perfect place to study. Not only was it only a five minute walk from campus, as staff, you get free coffee. Which meant unlimited refills as you slave over your final assignments before Christmas break.

The scent of coffee being brewed, the sound of rain hitting the windows, the fireplace crackling from the 12 hour long video on Youtube, was there anything more perfect?

Though you admit, you forgot that Haechan and his best buddy, Mark, would be on shift today. So periodically, you would hear giggles coming from behind the counter.

"Hey y/n, listen to this, Mark said his lecturer gave him extra marks for the embarrassing lyrics he wrote on the back of his test sheet." Haechan makes himself comfortable in the seat opposite yours as Mark throws a paper straw at him jokingly.

"It was for a creative writing class alright? It somewhat makes sense to get extra points for that."

"Why do you have tests for creative writing? What are they testing you on?"

"To be honest, I have no idea - and I took the test."

The boys burst into a fit of giggles again as you simply roll your eyes and return to your studies.

"I see that smile on your face, y/n. It's alright, you can laugh. You don't have to be cold to me all the time you know."

"I'm not cold to you all the time. Only when you're being insufferable."

"So all the time." Mark comments, disregarding Haechan's fake pained expression and presenting a slice of cake in front of you.

"New cake the managers said we'd be selling from next week. Of course, we're special so we get to taste it beforehand."

"Don't mind if I do."

"Hyuck, you've already had your slice, this one's for y/n."

You stuck your tongue out in flaunt before taking a bite of the dessert, watching as the man in front of you pouts.

"This is good! It's the perfect cake to go alongside coffee."

"Sounds like someone wants the Haechan special shaken espresso."

"You're being insufferable."

After letting out a fake cry, Haechan dramatically runs behind the counter, probably to seek comfort from his friend. You shake you head before letting yourself be swept away by the lullaby that is your lecture recording with a small smile on your face.

9:00PM, FRIDAY - DONGHYUCK, Y/N

Upon looking at the roster earlier that week, you nearly cried out of joy seeing that you were assigned to Friday's closing shift. Even better that they rostered Haechan with you, because he most definitely wasn't showing up.

You loved being the only one behind the counter at a closing shift. You loved watching the customers and guessing the reason as to why they're at a coffee shop late at night. The quiet whispers and giggles from the loving couple that's enjoying a date, the student frantically scribbling exam notes, tight grip on their pen, the group of cheerleaders after a game, chattering about their win. There was so much happening, yet not much at all. You loved it.

The door swings open, bell chiming, letting a cool breeze into the warm shop.

"Welcome to Coffee House Aroma- oh."

"Pleased to see me?"

His usual cocky grin plastered on his face, Haechan crosses his arms and leans against the counter separating the two of you. Clad in a leather jacket and gel in his hair, it was evident he had planned to be someplace else.

"Aren't you supposed to be at a bar somewhere?"

"How could I be drinking when I'm rostered on for tonight?"

"Haechan, be real, you never show up on Friday nights. Why are you here?"

"I missed you." He says, teasing laced in his voice. You turn away from him in embarrasment and scoff. Part of you assumed he was drunk and got seperated from his friends, but you couldn't smell alcohol on him at all.

"Well, you're about," you check the time, "five hours late. We close in an hour."

"Better late than never. I'll make your favorite drink in apology."

Before you could come up with a clever response, Haechan jumps over the counter (thank goodness it was clear of anything) and grabs a shaker.

"Also, you live on campus, yeah?" He asks, grinding beans into the portafilter.

"Yeah, why?"

"I'll walk you home."

5:30PM, MONDAY - DONGHYUCK, MARK, Y/N

"Caramel Frappuccino for, uh, Shohei?"

Monday was nobody's favorite. Back to classes, back to work, back to the coffee shop rush hour. The three of you on shift at Coffee House Aroma were extremely busy. Mark was manning the till while you and Donghyuck were flying on your feet, making sure the orders were made and sent out.

It was always during rush time that you see a side to Donghyuck you usually don't see. A focused and serious Donghyuck who did his work efficiently without any extra steps. You didn't mind this polar opposite side to him. In fact, it made for good marks in your books. Though you would rather die than to admit that you miss his teasing when he passes you on the floor.

"Ugh." You let your head fall into your arms at the counter. The rush had died down and the three of you finally got to take a breather.

"I can't anymore, I'm going on break." Donghyuck drags himself to the break room, groaning dramatically, per usual.

"So dramatic." You mutter under your breath. You then turn around to do some dishes piling in the sink only to bump into a smirking Mark.

"So... What's up with you two?"

"What do you mean?"

"I can't help but notice that you're calling him by his actual name rather than "Haechan" these days."

Your ears suddenly feel hot and ticklish.

"Well, Donghyuck's his name isn't it? It's not weird for me to call him that."

Mark hums, an eyebrow raised while you shuffle past, eyes on the tiled ground.

"He didn't drink and left early last Friday. Said he had to take someone home. Know what that's about?"

Last Friday? He showed up to a shift he never shows up to and walked you home.

Oh.

"And I also heard about that time he made you your favorite coffee after hearing about how tired you were." your co-worker didn't even try to hide his intentions, "Renjun told me."

"You should check on him. I heard sudden changes in personality isn't good news."

Mark says nothing, a grin etched on his face. Instead, he messages Renjun.

"There's definitely something going on."

"I told you so."

4:30PM, WEDNESDAY - DONGHYUCK, RENJUN, Y/N

Wish as you may, the shift you dread will always come rolling around in the end. Yet again, you find yourself behind the counter at Coffee House Aroma, the clock hitting 4:30pm with a familiar annoying presence by your side. Renjun called in sick, you don't blame him - the storm was raging outside, you wouldn't want to get caught in that either. But thanks to the buckets of rain, the coffee shop was quiet. Everyone was rushing to get to the warmth of their homes, no one even thinking about stopping by for coffee.

"The rain doesn't look like it's going to stop any time soon." Donghyuck says, chewing on the straw to his drink. You sigh, glancing at the clouds through the glass.

"Hopefully it at least gets lighter around 10 - I really don't want to get wet on my way back."

"That's what she said."

His joke was met with a glare.

"You set it up, not me."

The shop was empty, save from the two of you. Both of you were leaning against the counter in boredom and you were doubtful that any customers would brave the thunder and lightning for a cup coffee.

"Do you think we can get away with closing early?"

"As if, you know how our manager's like."

It was true, your manager never, under any circumstance, closed the shop early. There could be a volcano eruption and he'd tell you to keep the shop open in case anyone wanted coffee.

"Aren't you glad to be stuck here with me?" Donghyuck had his signature smile on his face as he asks, "I am one of the most attractive individuals on campus you know?"

"Said who?" You retort, playful scowl on your face.

"Renjun."

"I'm positive that was a sarcastic remark."

He laughs and a calm silence settles over the two of you. It's funny how things turn out. A couple of weeks ago you would've sworn you'd be at his throat by now.

"Why? You don't think I'm one of the most attractive individuals you've laid your eyes on?" He teases, tilting his head to one side.

"I never said that."

Donghyuck was taken aback. He didn't expect this from you, heck, you didn't expect this from yourself.

"So you think I'm hot."

"Maybe. A little. I mostly think you're insufferable."

He chuckles.

"You want to date me so bad right now."

Indignantly, you serve your head to give him a good glare, only to find him closer than you were expecting. Did he always leave the top button to his polo unbuttoned?

"Wanna skip the rest of our shift and go on a date instead?"

"In this rain?" You ask, glancing at the pouring rain.

"I've been chasing you ever since you started working at this establishment, I'm not letting a thunderstorm stop me. Besides, dancing in the rain's romantic, right?"

A smile threatened to creep onto your flushed face. Your stupid co-worker had his stupid smirk on while looking straight at you.

"Tell me what you put into your oatmilk shaken espressos then I'll consider it."

"My love for you."

"You're disgusting." You say, closing the till with a smile on your face.

#i havent written in so long im so rusty forgive me #mark exists to mention the obvious #nct #nct dream #lee donghyuck #haechan #nct scenarios #nct imagines #lee donghyuck imagines #lee donghyuck scenarios #haechan scenarios #haechan imagines #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #coffee shop! au #college! au

[lovemanheim]

Please send requests in! I have no inspo currently!

Requests are open for the following people/characters

1. Wally Clark

2. Ben Plunkett

3. Nico Alexander

4. Zed Necrodopolis

5. Rafe Cameron

Things I will write

1. Fluff

2. Angst

Male X fem reader

Things I will not write

1. Smut

2. Anything dark

Fem X fem

Male X male

(I just can’t lol idk why)

Prompt list you can request from

1. “I love you, but please stop whatever it is you’re doing”

2. “STOP BEING SO CUTE, ITS NOT FAIR”

3. “You’re an idiot” “yeah but I’m your idiot”

4. “Make me”

5. “You make me so unbelievably happy”

6. “You didn’t call, you didn’t next, nothing”

7. “You know we’re meant to be”

8. “ you’re seriously like a man-child”

9. “It was a joke, baby. I swear”

10. “ mine”

11. “Are you even listening to me?”

12. “Is that my shirt?”

13. “ You’re kinda cute, you know… only kinda”

14. “Just marry me already”

15. “It’s too cold! Come back”

16. “Gimme a kiss, my love”

17. “Hold my hand” “what?” “ just hold it”

18. “Can we get a dog?” “We have a dog” “ I know. I want another”

19. “She did it!” “No he did!”

20. “Oh shut up and kiss me already”

21. “Wait a minute, are you jealous?”

22. I never thought I’d find a love like this”

23. Leave me alone, the only thing I’m embarrassed by is your lame attempt at being cute!”

24. “Baby, please let me in. Im sorry”

25. “Too bad, baby. You’re stuck with me”

26. “You’re honestly really freaking cute when you’re jealous”

27. “Can I Kiss you?”

28. “Wait, you’re leaving already?”

29. “Why am I always the one carrying you?”

30. “ okay, what are you doing in a Spider-Man onesie, in my bedroom?”

31. “You make me feel safe”

32. “PILLOW FIGHT”

33. “God, you’re beautiful. My pretty girl”

34. “No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for the day!”

35. “I had a rough day and all I want right now is to cuddle with my girl”

36. “God you’re cute” “you think I’m cute?”

37. “ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me”

38. “Sweet girl. Am I your lock screen?” “You werent supposed to see that”

39. “Do you like it?”

40. “I’ve never seen you so nervous”

41. “In our defense, we were left unsupervised”

42. “I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with”

43. “ Don’t shut me out, please”

44. “Stay away from me”

45. “I saw that, you totally just checked me out”

46. “I literally cannot say no to you. It’s impossible”

47. “Forgive me, please. I need you”

48. “Hey— look at me. You can talk to me”

49. “Did you just flinch away from me?”

50. “Do it. I dare you”

#rafe outer banks #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe fic #rafe imagine #rafe obx #rafe x y/n #rafe x you #wally clark x reader #wally clark x yn #wally clark #school spirits #school spirits x reader #milo manheim #milo manheim x reader #nico alexander #doogie kamealoha m.d. #prom pact #ben plunkett #zed necrodopolis #disney #disney zombies #zombies #fluff #angst #friends to lovers #love #fanfic #x reader

[nctsplug02]

Can you please make [11:19pm] part 2?

Like playboy jock!jaehyun gets jealous and pissed because another boy keeps pining over nerdy!yn since no one knows about their secret.

I love jealousy and possessiveness🤭🤭🚩

[2;27pm]

genre: fluff and suggestive

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, cat-calling, assault, harassment, jaehyun and the guy get into a fight.

jaehyun had ran to the convenience store for just a few minutes which left you alone— with a guy who wouldn’t stop harassing you.

you sigh, seeing the cartoon of milk sitting on your desk— chocolate milk. it was gungjoo again. you knew it, especially with him near your desk, smirking to himself with his friends gathering around him.

you walk over to your desk, setting your backpack down and picking up the carton. you shake it and you walk over to gungjoo who pushes himself off the desk with his arms crossed.

“here,” you say holding the cartoon out to him. “i don’t want it.” he pouts a little. “why not? it’s chocolate— your favorite.”

“no, it’s not. with how obsessed you are over me— you’d know that it’s actually strawberry.” he tuts, reaching forward to grab your chin but you jump back.

“talking back? very naughty of you.” you sneer, turning around on your heel and finding another girl in class. “here, this is from gungjoo— there was a note but he lost it in his backpack. it said that he thinks you’re cute.” you wink, turning away from the girl who squealed with her friends.

you sit in your seat, plopping your airpods in and taking out your notebook to take unfinished notes from your last class.

you glare up when feeling your airpods being pulled out. “aw, cmon, sweetheart. don’t be such a bitch. i’ll get you strawberry milk tomorrow.” gungjoo says into your ear.

“gungjoo—!”

“give it back to her, shitface.” a voice says making everyone look towards the person.

your boyfriend— secret boyfriend.

“or what? what’re you gonna do? kick my ass in front of everyone— god, im so scared.” gungjoo chuckles, sitting up.

“do it while i’m asking nicely.” gungjoo backs up towards his friends and snickers with them. “aren’t i just so scared.” gungjoo crosses his arms.

“don’t make this so difficult, joo.” a voice says from behind jaehyun. “oh, shut up.” he sneers, rolling his eyes. “and you wonder why you can’t find a girlfriend— disrespectful.” gungjoo brings his attention back to jaehyun and scoffs.

“i can literally pull everyone in this school. and including your precious little bean— y/n.” gungjoo smirks, pointing to you.

“hey— what’s your deal with her, anyway?” jaehyun looks down at you and gulps. “nothing. just being a decent human.” you look down, chewing on your bottom lip.

“just hand it over you dickwad.” gungjoo sighs, tossing the pod to jaehyun. “fine. pretty boy always gets his way, huh.” he giggles with his friends.

jaehyun hands pod to you. “thank you.” you thank him, taking the pod and sticking it back in your ear.

“mess with her again and i’ll kill you.” jaehyun says, walking away and leaving the bag of snacks on your desk— they were meant for you anyway.

in a fast reflex, jaehyun swipes his hand away as soon as his locker is slammed shut.

“ah, such a beautiful day, hm? a beautiful sunny day for a nice date with y/n. a small picnic together with a heart shaped cake.” gungjoo sighs, and side eyes jaehyun.

“then after, i’ll take her to my place and i’ll fuck her over and over and over until all she can say is my name.” jaehyun grits his teeth.

the way gungjoo used your name in a disgusting manner and a disgusting way.

“don’t speak over her name like that.” gungjoo scoffs.

“or what?” gungjoo smirks. “i know what’s going on between you and y/n.”

jaehyun chews the inside of his cheek and inhales slowly through his nose. “remember what you promised.” a little voice inside his head reminds him.

jaehyun clears his throat and turns to walk away. “aww, the jung jaehyun is scared of me? i cant wait to tell everyone what a bitch you are.” jaehyun shakes his head while gripping tightly onto his backpack. “yeah, walk away pussy. y/n won’t be home tonight because she’ll be in my bed—!” gungjoo falls onto the ground as a punch is swung at him.

“dude, the fuck—?” another punch. jaehyun heaves and pulls away. “i warned you.” gungjo stumbles up and lunges at jaehyun who throws another punch.

the two start going at it making students and teachers gather. “enough! enough!” a teacher yells as they attempt to pull the two bloodied boys apart. “enough! that is enough!” the principle yells as two security pulls them apart and looks at them both.

“my office. now.” the principle walks away. everyone cleared a small pathway for them to leave.

jaehyun was smirking as he was escorted away. until he sees you. with glossy eyes and your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you attempt to hold your tears back.

you get home and immediately, you’re welcomed into arms. you bury your face into his chest with a sigh. “you promised.” you say and he nods. “i know i did, baby. i know and i’m so sorry.” his arms tighten around you.

he taps your thigh and you jump. he clutches you and brings you to the kitchen and then sits you on the counter. you pull away with sad eyes. your tears seeping through his gray hoodie.

“you promised.” you repeat. jaehyun thins his lips and pulls you by your nape so your face is buried in his chest again. you push away with an angry sniffle. “you said you wouldn’t fight anymore, jae. you said you wouldn’t and you did.”

“and i’m sorry, babe. but you don’t understand why i fought him.” his shakes his hands in frustration. “tell me. i’m all ears. just please.. tell me.” he bites his lip and pats your thighs.

“he was saying disgusting stuff about you. how you’re gonna leave me for him. and how he’s gonna sleep with you.. sexually.” you sigh, grabbing his hands and putting them on your cheeks.

“thank you.” he grins a little. “thank you?” you toss his hands aside and you cup his face. “yes. thank you. thank you for protecting me. for.. beating him up for me. you’re excused.” you pinch his cheeks and he chuckles.

“i love you.” you rub his pink cheeks. “i love you.” he leans in and kisses you passionately. his hands gripping your waist tightly and squeezing you.

you pull away, feeling the strings of saliva detach from both your lips. blood on your tongue that came from his busted lip.

“you looked sexy when punching him.” he laughs. “but scary at the same time. i was so scared for you.” he kisses you again. “look at me, baby. i have three marks on me. here,” he points to his eyebrow. “here,” he points to his nose bridge. “and here.” and points to his bottom lip.

“you have so many boo-boos.” you tut, gently grazing your thumb over his bruised up cuts. “and i’m fine. have you seen gungjo? he’s all busted up.” you softly chuckle.

“you’re so annoying.” you push his face and he scoffs, half laughing. “oh, yeah? let’s take this in the bedroom. hm?” you yelp when being yanked off the counter.

giggling as he tosses you over the shoulder and drags you into the bedroom.

#ash talks #nct smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop fluff #nctsplug02 #anon #nct 127 #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #nerd x jock

[ghostiewriter]

omg im so glad u feel like writing blurbs

pls i need some enemies to lovers bits!!!

“You.” 

“Me.”

Kiara narrowed her eyes at the blond, her patience already wearing thin and her head was about to explode, and the last fucking thing she needed to be dealing with right now was JJ Maybank. 

“Is there a reason you’re annoying me before midday?” Kiara said bluntly, hands on her hips and shoulders tense as she tried not to think of the mess her shop was currently in—and the fact she was half an hour from opening. 

“Tony fucked up again,” the blonde said casually like he didn’t notice she was about to burst her top. “I think this delivery of—“ he paused as he looked down at the box, eyes squinting slightly. “Authentic Colombian coffee grounds are meant for you.”

Kiara hardly let him finish his sentence before she was snatching the box from him. “Thanks. Goodbye.” 

“Woah, woah, woah,” and before the door shut, a hand caught it. “That’s it?” 

Her eyes narrowed. “What are you expecting? A muffin basket?” 

JJ grinned. “Are they blueberry muffins?”

“Fuck off, Maybank,” she grumbled under her breath and she could’ve sworn his eyes lit up. 

“There she is!” JJ sighed dramatically as he let himself into her shop, uncaring of the way she glared at him. “You were starting to concern me there for a sec, Carrera. Thought something was actually wrong but if you’re biting my head off, then all is right in the world.” 

Kiara had always had ambitions of opening her own little place, ever since she was a young girl. Whilst she adored cooking with her dad, she tended to lean more towards baking. And fuelled with the caffeine addiction she gave herself over high school and college, her passions extended to coffee too. 

With a fuck load of saving over the years and determination, she managed to open up her own cafe a little over six months ago. 

What she wasn’t expecting was her dream to come with a really annoying neighbour. 

JJ Maybank was a talkative, ADHD-ridden blond who owned the surf shop next door, and he had been the bane of her existence since she moved in. 

“I don’t have time for this,” she gritted through clenched teeth as she made her way behind the counter to the storage room. “Get out before I call the police.” 

JJ snorted. “Not the first time you used that threat on me, sweetheart.” 

“And I called them, didn’t I?” 

“Fair,” JJ said with a shrug as he wandered in between the tables that still had chairs half-hazardously placed on top. “But the threat doesn’t hit the same when you felt bad when they arrived and assured them it was a misunderstanding.”

“Won’t make the same mistake twice,” Kiara chirped as she settled the coffee grounds away with the rest of the supplies and grabbed the cleaning products she had shoved to the side fifteen minutes ago when she was having a breakdown over the cookie batch she was making. 

“So, what’s got you all tense?” JJ continued to prod like they were life-long friends catching up. “You seem snappier than usual.”

“Don’t you have your own shop to run?” she snapped at him. 

“Nah, perks of being your own boss,” he shrugged with a grin. “You should try it some time.” 

She shot him a look. “Pass.” 

“So, what is it?” he kept pushing. “Woke up the wrong side of the bed? Dodgy horoscope? Bad mojo?” 

Kiara paused, eyes narrowing on the boy who was now picking up random things from the tables. “All my staff are off sick or on holiday so I’m opening up alone today. And you’re not helping the stress at all.” 

JJ paused, looking at her with a frown. “Oh. That sucks.” 

“Yeah, it does,” she stated bluntly. “So, leave.”

“Or I could help,” he offered. 

Her eyes narrowed further in suspicion. “Why would you want to help?” 

“Because it’s the decent thing to do?” 

“Like you’re a decent person.” 

JJ sighed and walked towards her, taking the mop from her hand. “Listen, you have twenty minutes before people start walking through that door,” he said as he leaned down to grab the bucket too. “So you can either keep fighting me on it or accept the help.” 

Kiara gave him a look. “What do you want in return?” 

“This may come as a shock to you but not everything I do requires something in return,” he said with a huff of amusement. “It’s called a good deed, Carrera, but it wouldn’t surprise me that you wouldn’t know what that is.” 

Kiara sighed as she glanced towards the clock, seeing the minutes quickly ticking down to opening time. She really wasn’t in the position to argue right now and she didn’t have time to worry about his true intentions. For now, she had to accept JJ Maybank’s help. 

“If you break anything, I break you,” she warned him. 

JJ grinned widely. “Talk dirty to me, Carrera.”

#jiara #outer banks #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jj maybank x kiara carrera #jiara fic #jiara fanfic #jiara fanfiction #outer banks fic #outer banks fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #obx #obx fic #obx fanfic #obx fanfiction

[aria-ashryver]

hey, here's a secret

seeing as how im apparently not getting the full chapter out tonight on AO3 (boo), im gonna just put a sneaky little something* below the cut here

*by something, i mean the first 3K words of the next Starlight chapter. don't tell anyone. shh.

I'll probably delete this when the full chapter goes up, but seeing as how its been forever since i last posted and we left off on angst, im being gay and doing crimes (by which i mean, im posting a preview) 🌼

Cas was still, but his world was falling. The door slammed as Gabriel stormed out of the apartment, and he felt the sound reverberate in his bones. He gripped his wrist, hugging his arms tight against his body, trying to keep it all together.

Shame was a rigid thumbprint pressed to the notch of his windpipe. It was a clenched fist against his sternum. It was sinking emptiness in the place where his intestines used to be and his entire world falling apart.

Cas’s fingers clenched so hard the bones in his wrist cracked.

He moved on numb limbs, ignoring the throb of inflammation as his arm swelled, ghosting through his apartment to grab the throw pillows off the floor and toss them onto his bed. Scoop up the bowls from dinner and set them in the sink. Grab the pan and scrape off the dregs into the trash. 

He found he couldn’t look at anything directly. He was scared to blink. Scared to breathe. His was a dry kind of horror, scorching his eyes until they were stuck wide open. 

Outside, the roller door rattled as Gabriel shut the back of the U-Haul. 

‘Cas, what…?’ Luca heaved a shaky breath, swiping away tears on their sleeve. ‘Stop.’

They hurried to Cas’s side to press trembling fingers to his arm. 

‘Stop that. Look at me.’

A bright flare of pain jolted through Cas’s wrist as Luca wrested the pan from his limp grip, shoved it onto the bench to take his hand. He welcomed it. This pain was simple. This pain, he could understand.

‘Cas.’

The two of them stared at each other in numb silence.

‘Aren’t you gonna go after him?’ Cas mumbled at last. His tongue felt thick and clumsy in his mouth.

Beneath the beating thrum of rain, the driver’s door slammed shut. The engine of the moving truck rumbled to life. Another tear slipped free from the corner of Luca’s eye. Cas watched its lonely path down the side of their nose, its momentum arrested when it caught on the seam of their lips.

‘I sort of get the feeling that Gabriel needs his space right now,’ Luca whispered. ‘Besides… You’re hurting, too.’

Luca squeezed their eyes shut as the truck departed, holding their breath until Gabriel was down the road, around the corner — and then there was nothing. Nothing but awful silence and rain. 

Sighing, Luca shot him a weak smile. ‘I’m not leaving you alone with all this.’

Cas blinked. ‘The… dishes?’

‘What? No, this!’ Luca waved in a frantic circle in the air. ‘This.’

Slowing, they let their hand come to rest gently over Cas’s heart.

‘Oh.’ 

Cas’s eyes were growing hot in a way that bothered him. His nose was stuffy, and beneath the trembling warmth of Luca’s palm, something in his chest felt cracked open. 

‘Oh, right. ‘Kay. Sorry, I just—’ Cas cleared his throat. ‘No one’s ever really… I’m not used to…’

‘Why don’t we put this down for a minute, there we go.’ Luca tugged the wooden spoon from Cas’s other hand, placed it calmly on the bench next to the pan. ‘You and I are gonna go sit down on the bed — I’ll get you a glass of water, and then once you’ve drunk that, we are going to talk about this, okay?’

Cas nodded blindly, still not really sure Luca was truly standing before him, or if they were just some kind of desperate hallucination he clutched at with filthy, blood-stained hands.

Was this… was this what it felt like to be loved? To have someone on your side, standing with you even in the darkness? Having someone in your corner, who loved you, and meant it, even when you fucked it all up? Even when you made a mess of everything? 

Cas swayed on his feet. 

‘O-okay. Yeah. Alright.’

Reeling, Cas moved on autopilot as Luca led him to the bed. He clambered into an awkward seat against the wall, chugging back the glass of water Luca handed him.

He flinched slightly when Luca blotted the heels of their palms against his cheeks —was he crying? Shit— tucking their body against his side in a way that made them feel staggeringly, irrevocably, horrifically small. 

And wasn’t that the fucking problem?

Luca’s mortal heart was one he’d cup in his hands and defend ‘til his last breath.

Buckling, Cas’s chest heaved in a quiet sob. Just one —the taste of it bitter— before he wrenched himself sharply under control. He didn’t deserve to go to shit right now! Not when all of this was his fault. Not when Gabriel’s look of betrayal was burned into his retinas, his face washed with every ghost he’d ever known.

Luca nudged the token of reflection into Cas’s palm, gazing up at him in silent question. A knot hardened in Cas’s stomach.

‘I was gonna tell you,’ Cas blurted. ‘Before all this shit went down, I was going to talk to the both of you. At the end of the day, it should be your choice — there just never seemed to be a good time to bring it up, you know? And nothing is set in stone, it’s just—’

He was rambling, wasn’t he? Cas had felt fear plenty of times in his life, but this panic had a unique flavour of its own. He drew in a slow breath against the headache pounding behind his eye sockets, and tried again.

‘It’s mandatory for a vampire to undergo a month-long period of reflection before formally proposing a change to their coven’s structure,’ Cas said. ‘Sometimes, that vampire wants to leave. Join another coven, like Nicole’s mom did. More often it’s—’

Cas faltered, a little nervous despite himself. Unable to quite meet the elfin hazel of Luca’s eyes, he settled on watching their pulse instead, flickering delicate in the thin shadows beneath their jaw.

‘More often it’s a request to bring a new member in. A request to… turn a human.’

****

Luca was quiet for a long, horrible moment. 

Long enough for Cas’s racing mind to thoroughly examine every decision he’d ever made that had led him to being such an absolute fuck-up of a boyfriend.

‘You don’t think it might have been a good idea to talk to me and Gabriel about this first?’ they said gently, after a literal fucking eternity. ‘Before you brought this to Astoria?’

It was bizarre, the wave of relief that punched into Cas’s chest, even as the stress churning through him tightened the knot in his stomach. He felt so much. He felt too much. All he knew was he loved Luca so fiercely it hurt.

Cas fought the urge to crush them close, cling to them until it truly sunk in that they weren’t going anywhere.

‘There wasn’t time,’ he pleaded instead. Cas fisted his shaking hands on his knees, the coin cutting into his palm. He hissed as white-hot pain flared through his fractured bones. ‘Adalhard needs me to be the bad guy, here. Crimson Beech…. it’s dangerous, for all of us right now, but especially for some little human punk with a rebellious streak and a habit of running around with vampires.’

The corner of Luca’s mouth lifted in a wan smile. ‘Hey, I understood the risks when I signed up for this.’

‘We don’t know when this Creator is going to arrive,’ Cas went on. ‘Only that he’s coming. When his army of mutant freaks hits this town, it’s going to be a bloodbath for any human that gets caught in their wake — including you. There’s only so much Gabriel and I can do to keep you safe.’

‘I’m not sitting it out somewhere safe,’ Luca said. ‘The three of us are seeing this through together, no matter what.’

‘I know.’ Cas shook his head. ‘I’m not asking you to stay behind — I won’t ever ask you to be someone you’re not. But, Luca… You’re mortal. I just had to watch friends of mine —hundred-year-old vampires, some of them— get torn to pieces by those Creations. There’s a good chance you’ll get hurt,’ Cas pressed. ‘Hurt real bad. I know Golden Boy claims vampirism is the single worst plague on the goddamn planet, but what do you think it’ll do to him if he sees you go down when you’re out kicking Creation ass? Bleeding out on the ground at his feet, after everything he’s lost?’

Abashed, Luca gnawed their lip. ‘Oh…’

‘Do you really think he’ll keep up this tirade of hating himself for no good reason if the alternative is you dying?’ Cas asked. ‘He’s not gonna keep lying to himself. Not if the cost is your life.’

Paling, Luca’s breath caught. ‘What are you saying?’

Cas met his gaze head-on, even as his stomach twisted with worry.

‘I’m saying — if things go bad, Gabriel will try to turn you to save your life.’

Luca’s eyes flared with sudden understanding. 

‘And they’ll kill him for it. Oh my god, the core laws!’ Luca clutched at Cas’s arm in panic. ‘If he turns me, he good as signs his own execution order!’

‘Ideally, it’d be me that turns you,’ Cas said. ‘That way the both of you will be fine. But if something happens and he gets to you before I do—’

Luca shoved him hard, a shout exploding out of him. ‘You’re not expendable, what the fuck, Cas?! I don’t want either of you trading your life for mine!’

Despite the awkward position, despite the humanity in their diminutive frame, the blow actually stung. Fury was a dancing spark in Luca’s eyes, behind it, a love that seared white-hot. Cas didn’t know what he’d ever done to deserve Luca. Deserve his love. And seeing it so clear on his face only strengthened his resolve — he’d protect him no matter what. 

‘With any luck, this Supreme One dicks around with his rebel buddies for a little while longer, and they don’t attack Crimson Beech until after my period of reflection is up,’ Cas said. ‘Then, if shit hits the fan, at least we’ll have a plan to turn you that no one will have any problems with.’

‘I thought Turnings were among your most sacred ceremonies?’

Cas popped his tongue. 

‘…O-kay, we’ll have a plan to turn you that folks will have, like, half as many problems with.’

Unimpressed, Luca raised an eyebrow.

‘Hey, I never said it was perfect. Better that than an entirely unsanctioned turning. If it keeps you and Golden Boy alive and safe? Then it’s the best goddamn plan I ever thought of.’

Settling his arms on his bent knees, Cas tossed the coin onto the blankets between them. A smear of red shone on one of the decorative moons along the edge. Idly, Cas wondered if it was his blood or Gabriel’s.

‘No matter what happens, the two of you are getting out of this alive. And if that means making you, well, not alive, technically,’ —Cas grimaced— ‘then undead it is.’

Luca eyed the bloodied coin, their expression conflicted. ‘What if Gabriel tries to stop you?’

‘I’ll knock him out and turn you anyway.’

‘Cas…’

‘He’ll be pissed off, yeah,’ Cas agreed. ‘Doubt he’ll ever forgive me.’

Cas slumped farther down the wall, a nasty twist in his gut as the memory of Gabriel’s smile flashed to the forefront of his mind. He remembered exactly how the pair of them had sat on this bed, just last night. How Gabriel had joked that he could hate Cas a little, as a treat. How his mouth had tasted as he’d kissed him afterwards; Gabriel —his Gabriel— consuming his senses with warm, strong hands and laughter that held the promise of eternity.

Cas breathed in the scent of him still lingering on his sheets and let the memory sink deeper, a knife slipping sweetly between his ribs.

‘Better he hate me than hate himself,’ Cas muttered. ‘‘Cause that’s the other thing — Golden Boy will turn you, yeah. But he’ll never forgive himself for it. If by some miracle the elders don’t execute him, he’ll have to live with that for the rest of his life. And you saw how that went down with him and me. And I was just some random dude! You’re the love of his life! Gabriel has hated himself enough already for things that were totally out of his control.’

‘Jesus,’ Luca said weakly. ‘What a mess.’

Cas nodded emphatically, for a moment at a loss for words. 

Then, they added quietly, ‘Gabriel loves you, too, you know.’

Those gentle words sliced into him with all the finesse of a guillotine. The air punched from Cas’s lungs on a disbelieving laugh, a fractured ghost of a sound that dissolved into nothingness the moment it hit the air.

‘Somehow,’ Cas said, as his heart sheared clean in two, ‘I really doubt that.’

Luca watched him for a quiet moment.

‘I don’t.’

Fuck. 

How could someone’s heart squeeze with hope when it was broken beyond repair? Cas blinked against eyes turned stinging and told himself he didn’t feel like he was dying.

‘And I love you. I love you so much, Cas.’

Luca tipped onto their back, sagging with visible exhaustion, tugging at Cas’s sleeve until he laid down beside them. They tangled their legs through Cas’s, nestling their head in the crook of his shoulder to wind their arms around him.

‘You’re a big, dumb, wonderful idiot, and I love you with all of my heart.’

Luca scratched gentle fingertips at the nape of Cas’s neck. Reassuring him, soothing him. 

He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve any of it.

Cas pressed his palm to Luca’s spine, holding them with a gentleness he’d never managed before. Despite the pain, despite the guilt crawling over his skin, Cas cherished this moment. This new, delicately unfurling realisation of being loved unconditionally. 

It was starlight, and spring mist, and everything Cas wished he’d ever known.

‘What if I nearly die in a way that’s really funny?’ Luca asked, suddenly. ‘Would you still turn me then? Like, why are we so sure the situation has to pertain to my inevitable gruesome murder? What if I get trampled by a cow? Or die in a freak clown car explosion with little rubber horns?’

Cas blinked. Pulling back, he squinted down at Luca.

‘Do you even hear the things that come out of your mouth sometimes?’

He didn’t know whether to laugh or groan. Unfazed, Luca barrelled on. 

‘What if I trip over my own feet and like… fall down an elevator shaft?’ They nodded decisively. ‘Yeah. That’d be on brand for me.’

‘Dude.’

‘Catch you and Gabe at my funeral like “I’ll always remember his last words”.’ Luca’s voice was totally deadpan. ‘“Whoops”.’

A sob burst from Cas’s lips, masquerading as laughter.

‘Be sure to put that as one of those memorial quotes they put on park benches.’

Cas laughed again. He couldn’t stop laughing, his chest heaved with the force of it; he cupped the back of Luca’s head and hauled them close, tucking their head beneath his chin so they wouldn’t see him crying.

And then the dam broke.

Cas grit his teeth, trying to hold his silence as the sobs wracked his chest, thankful for the static hum of his crappy refrigerator, and the buzz of the generators from the industrial buildings down the road, and the relentless drone of the godawful rain that drowned out the cut gasps ripping from his lungs.

Cas sobbed so hard his throat felt shredded. Luca held him close all the while.

****

‘You seem one hundred percent sure that Gabe would try to turn me,’ Luca murmured, a moment, or a month, or an eternity later.

The skin of Cas’s face itched beneath the tear tracks.

‘Yeah, for sure,’ he choked out, coughing past the sandpaper rasp in his voice. ‘That loser has “sacrifice himself to save the one he loves” written all over him.’

Luca snorted. ‘Is that not exactly what you are doing right now?’

‘Y-yeah, but—’ Cas sniffled. ‘Yeah, but I’m being way cooler about it.’

He couldn’t see Luca’s face, but Cas could feel the flat stare they were giving him. 

‘Sure, Cas. Real suave.’

‘…I’m beginning to reconsider this whole “keep you around for eternity” thing.’

‘Shut up. You’d be so bored without me.’ Wriggling against his side, Luca craned their neck to brush a soft kiss to Cas’s cheek. ‘…Talk to him, okay?’

Cas sighed. ‘I will.’

Luca paused for a moment, drawing in a quick inhale that spoke of questions unasked. Cas let the moment hang; Luca could no more resist asking questions than they could resist breathing. Eventually they loosed a wry laugh, the tension ebbing as they peered up at him, a curious scrunch to their nose Cas had come to adore.

‘You realise you haven’t even asked me if I want to be a vampire yet.’

‘You— Why wouldn’t you—’ Cas blinked, mouth dropping open in sudden stupor. ‘Oh, shit. Uhh, did you not want…’

Humming, Luca’s eyes flicked to the ceiling. They smiled bashfully.

‘I mean, I won’t pretend I haven’t thought about it. A lot. I don’t think I’m exactly ready right now? But… I’m not opposed to the idea.’

Cas’s chest swelled with a fluttering warmth. 

‘Yeah?’ he breathed. He hardly dared to hope. 

‘Mmm. One day. In the future. I don’t want to rush into anything — like, turning me to save my life in an emergency, I totally understand,’ Luca added, staring deep into Cas’s eyes. ‘I hope it isn’t necessary, but I get it, and you have my consent. But as for whether I want to be turned some day, regardless?’ 

An impish grin danced across their face. Tugging him close, Luca slanted their mouth over Cas’s, their kisses full and heartbreakingly tender. 

Cas’s hand came up to cup Luca’s cheek, their skin warm and vibrant with life against his palm. Luca brushed the tip of their nose against Cas’s, their eyes bright and adoring. Eager though he was for Luca to give him an answer, Cas couldn’t resist stealing one more kiss.

‘If you are inviting me to spend the rest of eternity at your side,’ Luca whispered against his lips as the two of them broke apart, ‘then, yes, Cas. Yes, I want to be a vampire.’

****

#SICSIG #sneak peek #but make it a third of the chapter lol #listen there's only so long i can leave Cas Harlow sad and un-hugged before my resolve breaks

[blossomxlush]

hehehe back at it again

Alright so the origin for this story (I have no idea why I said origin) was that I really wanted to see someone write an izuru Kamakura x reader story where reader was like yumemi yumemite (best girl) from kakeguri only to come to the sad realization.. nobody wrote a story like that So im becoming my dream and writing it for myself (and all my other lovely izuru simps) (tell me why I wrote Simps and it auto corrected to Simpsonville..) Anyways I'mma shut up now with the boring origin and get on with the story 😚 (damnit I said origin again - modhiyoko after finishing the story)

Izuru Kamakura with a S/O that's like yumemi yumemite

p. s this is so long I almost fell asleep before finishing it

another p. s I'm so sorry for my masculine readers but the reader for today's story is female Sorry!

okay so for this we know that you are the shsl popstar (aka super high school level popstar)

(I added that because my idiotic self didn't know what shsl meant until a few months ago)

also rl quick I'mma define who yumemi yumemite is rl quick

(IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED KAKEGURI YET THERE ARE SPOILERS)

Yumemi yumemite is a popstar who only became a popstar because it was supposed to be a temporary hold until she became an actress but she realized that she went places she never thought she would have gone before by being a popstar (she actually said that in one episode) She realized that playing this character was really fun and worth much more then she thought she did hate her fans but even after getting exposed her fans still loved her but she has anger issues either way (like me 😘) so basically she's a batshit crazy popstar and you either love her or hate her because she's a Psycho but adorable (hope that explains it)

okay now I'm actually gonna start with the head cannons

(BTW this is all from my perspective and what I think would happen it's probably a little fannon instead of cannon

Starting off I'll say this everytime you were very interesting to him

on how you could hold up the sweet act for so long in front of a person who disgusts you

how you could fool everyone into thinking that you loved them when you absolutely loathed them

that caught his attention

what also caught his attention was your adorableness

but he could also perfectly see through all of that adorableness was anger and something not so sweet

(a lot of this next part is based off of the episode where yumemi goes up against her icon yukizome in a gamble)

he was for once surprised on how you would have the courage to break your own finger for an act

just to win a gamble

he was truly mesmerized by you

now this is relationship hcs

your anger issues where not a problem for him

he is very patient and is amazing at calming you down

(when she gets mad she litterly flips over tables in her dressing room)

so if you made a mess like this after helping you calm down like he would cuddle you and play with your hair of gently kiss you and bring you somewhere more quiet and alone (probably his dorm or something)

he would help you calm down more there

but he would refuse to leave you alone

he won't leave until your calm because he doesn't want you to go through something like that alone

and after your calmed down he would go back and help put every thing back in its place

if you tried to apologize for acting up

he would immediately shut it down and reassure you it's alright and not your fault for getting angered easily

also if your having trouble with stalker or creepy fans you got a bodyguard by your side

all in all this man loves you very much whether or not your a pretty little Psycho

I got one last little thingy for y'all hehe

am I going to tell you what it is NOPE it's a surprise one shot

(here's a hint if your a girl who loves flowers you'll love this oneshot)

One of yours shows was about to start and you where a nervous wreck why? because this is the first show your boyfriend izuru Kamakura was going to be at but even through all that nervousness you stepped on that stage ready to perform this wasn't a gamble show just one of your usual concerts but you were even more nervous about this rather then your gambles

but your going to give it your all

after the show

Hearing all of the people in the audience giving their applause you gave a bow and said your usual thanks for everyone coming walking into your dressing room you got a text from your boyfriend izuru Kamakura

izuru: I have something for you

you: oh?.. what is it?

just then you heard a knock on your dressing room door your assistant offered to get it but you did instead you open it to find izuru Kamakura standing outside your door holding something

you were very nervous on his thoughts on the show but you were still curious about what he had for you

hello ízuru you smiled at him walking out the dressing room closing the door behind you

he didn't reply but he did hand you something

a bouquet of [insert favorite flowers]

you blushed at it then looked up him

he then spoke softly "I got these because there not only as beautiful as you but now I realized their also beautiful like your singing"

you were about to say something before he continued

"don't doubt if when I say you truly are beautiful and might I say adorable when you smile after your performance how you are so full of energy on stage how you don't fail to thank everyone for being there... it's seems I have found myself falling more and more Inlove with you each time you show me a new side of you" he said then smiled a bit before placing a kiss on your lips

i-izuru you said tumbling your words not being able to even tell if you were still awake

you felt like you were going to collapse or melt from all the sweetness

he pulled you into a hug once he noticed your blushing form leaning forward

"don't faint dear" he chuckled

I can't it's to sweet you replied

"you think this is sweet I'm just merely showing the surface of sweetness because -" he cut off before leaning down to whisper in your ear before continuing

"I have a lot more sweetness saved for you later tonight"

EEEEEEEK I hope this was a good enough make up for the last story I half assed.

who wants a NSFW part two? just me? alright 🥲

stay spooky-modhiyoko

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #animecore #izuru x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #anime icons

[coolkidstuffsblog]

misty in her feels.

misty x nat lmao ( i hc misty has bpd so stfu )

misty couldnt even fucking believe it, she was all alone again "fucking hate this shit!" she slams her hand down on the table.

she freaks the bird out making him screech "please shut up." she felt tears beginning to form, but he kept screaming "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" she yells as she covered her ears.

tears ran down her face as she sobbed quietly, she lifted her head to see the post it note on a pill bottle 'take ◡̈' she frowned at that.

she bit down on her lip close enough to draw blood, she covered her face as she took off her glasses trembling.

she felt a hand on her shoulder, she jerked her shoulder off the hand "misty?" nat..it was nat "i came to see how you were feeling..cuz ya know..why not." misty grit her teeth as she didnt turn to face natalie "misty?" she reached her hand and laid it there "hey are you-" mitsy turned "DONT YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!" she yelled in natalies face "woah misty..hey." misty began to sob as her lip trembled, she could barely see her glasses were off and tears were in her eyes.

"why are you here." misty walked to the sink grabbing the pills and a cup "oh..well i came to see you." misty filled the cup with water and downed two pills "hey..chill out." natalie began walking towards her "do not..get closer." misty growled "oh and i came for the 300 bucks too." misty frowned "is that all you care about?" nat looked up "you just use me for something stupid, like murder, cases and money..but my question is." she smiled "what do you want from me natalie." misty stared at her.

her face was unreadable, natalie stood shocked.

that was the first time misty used her name..fully.

this was serious then, very serious.

misty began bitting down on her lip "nat..please just go..im a mess right now." she placed her trembling hand on her forehead.

natalie shook her head "im not gonna leave you misty." misty frowned "YOU ARE GOING TO LEAVE ME! EVERYBODY LEAVES ME" she yells as she gripped her own hair "I HATE YOU!" she yelled once again before stopping in her tracks looking at natalie.

"im sorry.." she went over to natalie "i didnt mean that..im sorry." she began shaking "im sorry..please forgive me." natalie shook her head "i hate you too." misty shook her head "you dont mean that nat." misty smiled nervously "please say you didnt mean that!" she tugged on her collar "NAT!" she yelled as tears streamed down her face "i meant it." misty pushed natalie back with such force, she could've fallen, misty began to whimper "you dont mean that.." misty turned her back towards nat.

she sobbed quietly "misty.." misty turned around "im sorry.." natalie walked towards her "can i give you a hug?" she opened her arms before misty scooped her up tight "im sorry.." she whispered.

she hugged her tighter before natalie muttered "i love you." misty's face flushed before she looked up "what was that?" "nothing..just ignore it."

natalie kept hugging misty before some body barged in, natalie pushed misty behind her and aimed the gun at the door "hey you were taking to-" shauna looked at them "jesus christ shauna! you scared misty." natalie said as she put her gun in her pocket "well..lets get the fuck outta here huh?" misty smiled up at her before nodding "ofcourse." misty smiled up at shauna before the lady left.

misty turned at natalie and pressed a kiss on her cheek before pulling away "i love you too nat." she smiled as natalies ears and face turned red "meet you in the car!" she giggled and ran off.

"im in trouble arent i." nat said face-palming, caligula squeals as if agreeing with her.

#misty quigley x natalie scatorccio #misty quigley #natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets #misty x natalie #misty x nat

[misandristrights]

hello! im thinking of getting into writing, so yall tell me if this is any good !! ☆

Chapter 1, Kennedy

“Stand by,” I said as I pulled the loose microphone attached to my headset closer to my mouth. The house lights of the theater shut off and a spotlight lights the grand drape. The curtain slowly opened, swinging wildly as it went, soon halting when it hit the end of its line. Ensemble filled the stage. In beautiful, shining costumes they produced pitch-perfect harmonies.

I always wanted to be an actor. I always dreamed that I’d be the one that got to rehearse, dance, and sing. That was always meant to be me. Life had other plans, unfortunately. Most casting directors thought I was talentless; Bland! It was never going to work out.

I became a tech; I spent an infinite amount of hours lurking in dark corners just to be convenient to actors. I wasn’t just a tech, I was the tech. I was the stage manager. I managed everyone's schedules, all their issues, and I managed every other little detail you could never fathom. I had to. Simple, ‘Thank you!’ cards meant nothing. Cookie-cutter gratitude for people you disregard.

When the show ends, families line the stage and couples entwine with one another once more. Bouquets upon bouquets were purchased for occasions like these. Of course, the most beloved of all ended the runs with dozens, rather than one or two. Genesis Holloway.

She was dazzling. A beautiful woman. She had a jaw sharper than most diamonds and a pointed nose, similar in nature. Her jet-black hair cascaded down to her shoulders and framed her face in a way that was truly picture perfect. Her tall and slim figure was adorned in body shimmer and a tight-fit leotard. She was an unstoppable dancer with a voice that could calm even colic infants. Listening to her during rehearsals was like being lured by a siren. Calling me to jump off the ledge. “Come here,” her songs always lulled. Not only was she starlight embodied, she was sweeter than honey itself. I wanted her. Not like that, but in a ‘I wanted to be her.’ I wanted her kissable red lips to be mine. I wanted the intoxicating smell of vanilla to always linger on me like it did her. I wanted her hands so I could clasp ugly things, and feel better about myself in comparison. Ugly things like mine.

When the rest of the tech crew leave, I’m left to my own devices. I graze the broom across the rake of the stage and in any nooks and crannies. The show was successful, yet I feel hollow. I lean the broom against the proscenium walls, and when I finish and sit down on the lip of the stage. I close my eyes and let my chest bob in rhythm with the hum of the mediocre lights we have strung. A creak of the backstage door interrupts my meditation; I sit up and face the source of the noise.

“Oh.. hi, Kennedy. Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you, I was just on my way out.” Genesis sputters. This lack of confidence stuns me a bit, for a woman so magnetic.

“It’s a good thing you did, or else I would’ve ended up falling asleep here,” I chuckle.

She sighs softly. “I was cleaning the dressing room. The girls left it a mess tonight. There were bobby pins everywhere!” She flails her arms around wildly trying to produce this picture. I smile at her.

It’s odd. I never feel much of an inclination to smile at people, most of the time they think I’m a bitch based on my resting face alone. But I want to smile at her. Nothing feels more right than to treat her with a higher kindness than I would with anyone else. My heart swells when I look at her. I think it’s the feeling art-enthusiasts get when looking at paintings like the Mona Lisa. She’s the Mona Lisa. People would line up to take a photo with her, and ignore the grand murals that surround her.

The smile seems to relax her a bit and she smiles back at me. “It was a great show tonight,” A flower falls from one of the bouquets in her hand, I sit up and pick up my broom again.

I walk towards her, “You were excellent tonight.” I lean down and pick up the flower. Rather than sweeping it into the dust pan, I place it into her hair. She's tall, but I beat her by a few inches. She stares into my eyes and I swear she flushes a bit.

“Drive safe. I have to finish cleaning around here,” I turn away and make my way to the garbage cans overflowing with trash. “Trash duty,” I say with accompanying jazz hands.

“Okay..” She shuffles towards the doors of the theater and turns back to face my direction, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She pushes the door forward. “Don’t stay too late, I need you awake for our full house tomorrow,” and with a wink and a wave, she disappears into the night.

I think my face flushes too.

#writing #wlw #original story #original character #lesbian #sapphic #men dni

[cl0wnphobe]

Everyone shut the fuck up this is a F.C.G fan page now

#the way i thought theyre name was egg for a moment #cr 3 #critical role 3 #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #cr liveblog #critical role liveblog #critical role #fresh cut grass #critical role campaign 3 #I MEANT THEIR #NO I MEANT SHUT IM A MESS LEAVE ME ALONE

[zukuist]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

—

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It's My Fatherly Duties!

It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios 

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, 

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U 

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice. 

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber. 

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man. 

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father. 

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look. 

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street. 

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process. 

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined, 

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning. 

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.  

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you. 

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him, 

“Grounded! My final answer!” 

R A N  

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window. 

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep. 

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence. 

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin. 

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house. 

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush. 

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction. 

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out. 

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter. 

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject. 

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued. 

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody. 

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children. 

S A N Z U 

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all. 

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date. 

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting. 

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside. 

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father. 

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels. 

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile. 

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down. 

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said, 

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words. 

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house. 

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A 

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening. 

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down. 

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it. 

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way. 

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids. 

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk. 

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you. 

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~” 

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again. 

I N U I 

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot. 

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor. 

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike. 

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps. 

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid. 

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered, 

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold. 

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man. 

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?” 

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right. 

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself. 

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl. 

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized, 

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated, 

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick. 

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame. 

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face. 

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents. 

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped, 

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted, 

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man. 

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed. 

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval. 

“Dad, I'm sixteen!” 

“That's what I said” 

S O U Y A 

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles. 

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father. 

“He's out of it” You giggled, 

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him. 

“There was boys-” His voice cracked. 

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body. 

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills. 

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house. 

N A H O Y A 

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other. 

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers. 

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua. 

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo”  Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life. 

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips. 

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted. 

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.” 

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

Reblogs & Notes are always appreciated! Take care! ♡︎♡︎

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Hi, I really like your writing!! Can I request Mikey and Izana (u can add more if u want to) react to them hitting their s/o during an argument and how would they apologize ? Angst with comfort, also gn!reader pls (im craving for angst and fluff rn :DD) U don’t need to if u don’t want to write it ofc :)) I respect ure decision ^^ thanks for ure time ❤️

Hey hey hey! Thank you so much for this request! I had a ton of fun writing it ^^ I hope it's up to par with your expectations. I'm so sorry it took this long. I've had an incredibly busy week with my new job and college, but I did my best! I hope you have a wonderful day/night.

Sano 'Mikey' Manjiro

"y/n I don't want to see you right now. Just leave before you regret staying here any longer" he warned "Leave" The air grew more and more icy with each word that came out of his mouth.

You just wanted to check up on him. He'd been so distant lately and this is how he thanks you? You were so worried. Anger boiled up inside of you as you stared at the man in front of you.

His expression was blank. He was going to snap soon. patience was wearing thin for both parties. He didn't exactly have a good day. Things went terribly wrong today and Baji Keisuke had died a few months prior and he was cycling through the stages of grief. The last thing he needed was for you to show up out of the blue like this and confront him now

But it's not like you knew this. You knew Baji had died and you were still easing through grief yourself. God you missed him, but you were coming to terms with the fact that there was no way to turn back time and save him. Mikey was still coping with this. They were best friends. of course this was something that would affect him way more than it would affect you.

"Huh? Are you really telling me this? Mikey I've been so worried about you and this is the thanks I get? I came here to check up on you and even took the day off to spend it with you. I could've been spending my time in so many other ways but I came to check up on you because I care about you!" you yelled you were angry to the point of yelling. Things were getting more and more tense.

Anger boiled inside of him. it was becoming unbearable. "And guess what? I don't care. I don't care that you took all this time off for me. Absolutely no one asked you to be a tragic hero and try to fix me. I don't need fixing. So, I'll say this one more time because apparently you don't know how to take a hint. Go. away." he hissed as his smile turned into a frown.

"Baji wouldn't have wanted you to push us away, you know. He would have-" you began.

However you weren't able to finish your sentence as you felt a stinging sensation on your cheek.

"Shut up! You don't know what he would've wanted! I don't know! You don't fucking know either! Ok?" he hissed as he narrowed his eyes at you. "You don't understand now and you'll never understand! So don't tell me that he wouldn't want me to act like this or whatever! Got it! Because you will never FUCKING know." he growled as he went to point at you.

Suddenly, he was brought back to reality by the sound of you whimpering as you covered your head, attempting to protect yourself. You were too afraid to say anything else to further upset him. You tried so hard not to cry, but with the stinging paired with fear tears cascaded down your face as you attempted to protect yourself from him. "Please don't hurt me.. I'm sorry" you apologized

"Oh god..." he trembled. "oh god, oh god, oh god. what have I done? y/n I'm so sorry." Mikey's eyes widened as he looked at your shaking form in front of him. He attempted to reach out and hold you, however his sudden movement scared you, causing you to flinch.

It was then that he realized the damage he'd done. Guilt hit him like a semi truck. "baby please don't cry. I'm so sorry I let this happen. I never meant to hurt you." he choked out, voice wavering. At that moment all of his emotions that he had been bottling up came pouring out like a waterfall. all the anger, despair, loneliness, and guilt finally made themselves known.

Seeing him break down in front of you made you realize how much he was truly hurting. "P-Please don't go. I'm so sorry." he whimpered. "I never meant for you to see me like that. I'm a monster god I'm so sorry." he apologized. The more you saw him break down the more you realized how bad he truly felt about this.

So, you resigned even though alarm bells were still softly blaring in your head and allowed yourself to be embraced by him. "Don't leave me... please" he whimpered. At this point you both were crying, though neither of you cared that your jackets were getting wet. you weren't sure what to say.

So, you decided not to say anything and let him calm down as you attempted to calm down yourself. Once you both calmed down, Mikey pulled away to look you in the eyes. "Please don't go... I can't lose you too" he begged as he held your face in his hands. He was trembling, absolutely terrified of what he'd done to you. You were his lifeline. He needed you. "I've got you. I promise I'm not going anywhere. I care about you, Mikey, and it hurts to see you like this." you sighed as you gazed at him with a soft expression.

It was then Mikey broke down again. though not for the same reason. It was because he was so grateful he had someone like you by his side. Someone so forgiving and compassionate. "I love you" he whimpered. "Thank you"

"I love you too"

Izana Kurokawa

Things weren't always like this. You were sure of it. But lately your nights were filled with screaming and harsh words. Despite this it was never anything too bad. Either he'd apologize with a bouquet of red tulips, white orchids, and purple hyacinths or a teddy bear and chocolates

But this... this was too far.

You don't really remember how it happened if you were honest. One moment you were having a peaceful conversation. However the moment you brought up Mikey since you'd recently met him at your school.

That's when the mood got sour. He'd said a few things and you retorted with your own set of phrases. Soon the fight grew personal. things were going too far. Both of you were saying things you really didn't mean, but since you both were in the heat of the moment there was no longer a filter stopping you from saying those harsh words and phrases.

Things peaked when he harshly shoved you against the wall in a fit of rage. You were terrified of him, but you didn't dare let him know that. you tried to shove him away but he slapped you. That's when you have had enough. You packed your things, not saying a word to him. Then, when he was asleep you quietly made your escape.

When he woke up however he was shocked and scared. He looked around the shared apartment. there were no signs of you anywhere. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to figure out his next steps, but his thoughts were preventing him from doing so.

Has he finally done it? Had he finally driven you away to the point of never wanting to see him again? He understood if you did. He knows that what he did wasn't right, but he still wanted to make one final attempt at reconciliation and if it failed, all he could do was accept that.

But where have you gone? He had no absolute clue, however he knew you were good friends with Kakucho, so he dialed up his best friend, praying to whatever cruel god was out there that you were at least still alive and safe.

After a few rings Kakucho picked up. In a panicked state he began explaining what he had done, though Kakucho stopped him. "they don't want to see you right now. Leave them alone." he replied, clearly feeling bad for the other party. "Are they with you?" he asked. "No" he replied. "Are you lying to me?" Izana asked. "no." he sighed. "Where do you think they would go if they had no where else to go, Izana?" Kakucho asked.

Their parents. The answer was glaringly obvious but he was so panicked it didn't even cross his mind. "But, Izana now is not the time. Please. Give it a few days. Imagine how they feel." Kakucho replied. "fine..." he sighed.

The next few days Izana spent thinking of what to say and how to apologize. The more he thought over that night, the more he realized he fucked up. As he sat at a table at a cafe that had been your first date with him, he saw you crossing the road, talking with Kokonoi and Inui who also happened to be your friends.

However the more he looked the more he realized that even though you were smiling it wasn't reaching your eyes. It then dawned how much he had truly hurt you. He then raced towards you, not caring if others were watching.

He didn't give a fuck about how crazy he looked in that moment as he sprinted towards you because he knew that if he prolonged this any longer it would only hurt you even more. "y/N!" he yelled, causing you to jolt, effectively capturing your attention as well as Inui and Kokonoi's as well.

"The hell do you want?" Kokonoi hissed as he protectively put his arm in front of you. "Can't you see they don't want to see you! You slapped them and hurt them and you have the AUDACITY to come out here and follow us!?" "Koko... it's ok. Thank you for caring about my safety" you smiled softly at the taller man while Inui glared at Izana. "Fuck this up and I promise you, you won't be allowed to be even within a continent of them" Inui growled before they walked away, allowing the two fo you your privacy.

The two of you then decided to talk it over at the cafe he'd been sitting at. As the two of you sat down, it was then you finally got a good look at him. There were bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled, and he was distraught.

"y/n I'm so sorry. You deserve so much better... It wasn't your fault to begin with. This whole mess was my fault and... and it wasn't your fault. It was never your fault. I was out of line. God you must hate me... you can't even look at me in the eyes." he mumbled as he let out a sad chuckle.

He felt his chances growing smaller and smaller with each passing minute. He was sure this was the end. The more he thought about it, the more he should've seen this coming. He was so harsh to you, spewing insult after insult at you, yet you always came back to him every time.

The silence was suffocating him. 'Just end it already' he thought to himself as he gazed up at you. 'I can't take it anymore. It hurts.' "Izana '' You spoke up finally, causing him to jolt as he slowly looked up at you. "I think I finally understand you… you’re scared.” you looked down at your lap. Just where were you going with this? He didn’t know. “You’re scared of being happy because the last time you were happy everything came crashing down like a castle of sand… That’s gotta be the reason you keep hurting me right? That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. But every single time this happens the harder it is for me to trust you. To trust that you even care about me anymore. You always tell me you love me, Izana, but I don’t know if I believe it anymore” you sighed as you began tearing up.

The more you spoke the more he realized how badly he fucked up. “I thought this was real, was this real? Or were you just using me just like everyone else? Were you using me to get happy? It’s getting difficult and I’m not sure how long I can keep doing this… especially after you won’t even allow me to meet new people” you muttered. “y/n… I’m so sorry” he sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I never realized you felt this way… god you should’ve told me” “You never cared enough to ask” you muttered.

Izana then got up from his seat across from you before he took you in his arms. He knew the damage he’d done was irreparable, but at least he could try to make it up to you in other ways. “I’m so sorry I made you think I never loved you. God I never meant for that to happen. You’re my home, y/n. I should’ve been more open… I shouldn’t have let my fears take over, I’m sorry. And I know ‘sorry’ isn’t what you want to hear from me right now, but I promise I still love you and I promise I’ll never let this happen again” he choked as he shook his head, truly feeling bad for what he’d done to you. “Izana… please can’t we just go back to how things were when we first fell in love?” you whispered. “I’m sorry… I don’t think that’s possible, but I promise I’ll give you the best possible future.. Just don’t leave. Please” he begged, his voice growing softer towards the end of his sentence.

“Ok… Just know that I’m going to make sure you keep your promise” you smiled, the same smile he’d fallen for when he was child. “I will. Thank you” he smiled.

“You idiot… you broke our promise” you sobbed as you knelt at his grave, holding a bouquet of red tulips and stargazer lilies close to your chest.

A/n: Thank you for your support

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[skinnyducky]

made for you // v.h.

hello.. im sorry i havent been posting. school has been keeping me busy but i wanted to post this. this idea comes from @yelenasdarling so thank you ! i recommend listening to halley’s comet by billie eilish (as well as the whole album) bc that’s the song that is being discussed in this (as well as many others), so yuh. enjoy ! and i promise i haven’t forgotten about party @ y/ns !

vinnie hacker x singer!fem!reader

Word Count: 1408, edited

WARNING: MAJOR FLUFF LUV

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As the year was coming to an end, so was your debut album. For months, you’d been working with the best producers, musicians, and doing endless promo for this album and within a few days, you’d be playing it for the label. Obviously because it is your first record, you’re protective over it. No one had heard it besides the people working on it. So, you were a bit nervous to let your pleading boyfriend, Vinnie, tag along to the studio with you.

It was Friday, and you two had been chilling in his room when your producer, Sarah, said she needed you to go over it before the label meeting. As you bid your goodbyes to Vinnie, informing him of the reason for your departure, he pouted. “Why can’t I come?” he nearly cried, giving you his puppy dog eyes. Because you couldn’t resist them—and you just can’t say “no” to him—you allowed him to come.

Now here the two of you were, in the studio and listening to Sarah go on and on about how long it took for her to finish mastering it. Your manager, Jen, had came too. She had to hear the album for herself also. She couldn’t have her client looking a mess in front of her bosses. Bad for business and her reputation.

“…and after an hour or two of making sure your vocals were clear, I finally finish the album.” Sarah explained. “Honestly, this is probably the best album I’ve produced in a minute, and I worked on SZA’s album.”

“That good?” Vinnie asked with a smirk, leaning against the studio door. “That’s sick. I’m ready to listen to it.”

As that sentence left Vinnie’s mouth, you felt your anxiety overcome you. “Are you sure, Sarah? There has to be some sort of adlib I need to rework or something. Can’t be ready so soon.”

“Y/n, it can’t get any better than this. This is a solid project. I should know, I spent days listening to it over and over again. Trust me, it’s ready.”

“Besides, it’s too late to rerecord now.” Jen added. “The label meeting is next Thursday, and we don’t have a week for Sarah to mix and master all over again. Once the label gives us the greenlight, if there’s anything to tweak, you can do it before you have to submit the final project. But until then, no changes and no additions.”

You sighed, nodded your head. It’s not that you were afraid of it not being perfect. You were more scared of what Vinnie would think. I mean, he’s the one who inspired the album; more than half of the songs are about him. His opinion meant everything to you, and if he didn’t like an inch of it…that would destroy you.

As you were sulking and picking at your chipped nail polish, Vinnie wandered over to you where you sat at the soundboard with Sarah. He leaned against it and smiled down at you. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Nothing.” You sighed, keeping your head down. He scoffed and chuckled. “Y/n, you’re playing with your nail polish. You always do that when you’re upset.”

He pulled you up and took you out of your seat before sitting down himself and placing you on his lap. “Tell Santa what’s up.” He joked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’m just nervous. This album means so much to me.”

“Completely understandable. It’s your first one, it should mean a lot to you.”

You shook your head. “It’s not just because of that. It’s also because it’s about you. The only reason you haven’t came with me to the studio until now is because I didn’t want you to hate anything on this, and it would kill me if you did.”

“Y/n, look at me”—you finally met his eyes for the first time—“I could never not like anything you do. Especially if it’s dedicated to me. That’s like throwing away a gift you gave me. I wouldn’t ever do that. So don’t think for a minute that I’d hate this. That’s literally impossible.”

You smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead. “You’re too good for me.”

“I know.” He laughed and turned to Sarah. “Play us the album!” He said dramatically, sending the producer into a fit of giggles.

She followed his orders and with a few clicks and the press of a button, the first song from your album rang out from the studio speakers. You watched timidly as Vinnie bobbed his head up and down as it went from track to track.

“This shit slaps!” He exclaimed as “Y/n Bossa Nova” played. He nearly about died during “Oxytocin”, claiming it to be god tier. Minutes went by until you got to the final track “Halley’s Comet”, and you were scared to play him this song.

While the other tracks were quite playful in nature, this one was different. The song was a bit cynical, but it was also like a love letter to Vinnie. Never before have you ever felt what you had with him. And at first that made you scared. But as the months went by and your relationship started to blossom, you realized he was the one for you. This was just your way of telling him that.

When it started, you looked everywhere but at Vinnie. It wasn’t just because you couldn’t bear to see the expression on his face, but also because this song was quite emotional. You didn’t want him to see you “being a little bitch” as you put it.

The sound of your soft vocals bounced off the walls and you felt Vinnie place his chin on your shoulder. His hold on you grew tighter as he swayed you two back forth. A small smile crept it’s way onto your face as you tried your best to stray away from crying.

“I’ve been loved before, but right now in this moment,” you sung, “I feel more and more like I was made for you…”

When those lyrics hit, you felt Vinnie stop swaying. Hell, you were pretty sure he had stopped breathing too. You didn’t know what to think about that; did he not like the song, is he shocked? What was he thinking and feeling? Shortly after, the song came to an end with you singing, “I think I might have fallen in love…what am I to do?”

And with that, the album finished. The room was silent, the only sound being your sniffles. Although that was broken when Sarah screamed. “Wasn’t that amazing!? Ugh, my power…I really outdid myself on this one.”

Thankfully, Jen understood the impact of that last song. “Sarah, why don’t we go get a Snickers or something from the vending machine?”

“I can’t eat anything fatty, Jen. You know this.”

Jen mouthed some profanities and threats at the woman causing her to shoot up from her chair and run out into the hallway. “We’ll leave you two alone for a minute.” Jen smiled, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

Neither of you or Vinnie spoke and that somewhat was comforting. However, part of it made you feel insecure about the album, “Halley’s Comet” in specific. Out of all the songs, that’s the one you wanted him to like the most.

The silence soon grew uncomfortable, so you decided to be the first to speak. “Well, that was the album. What’d you think?”

He opened his mouth, but it was obviously he couldn’t find the right words to say. “I-I don’t know how to even put it in words.”

“That bad?” You sighed.

“No, never.” He laughed. “It was beautiful, all of it really. And that last song, that was amazing.”

You pursed your lips, hiding the grin wanting to break free. “You think so?”

“Yeah, it was definitely one of my favorites. To know I had that much of an impact on you, it’s really sweet. I didn’t think I could simp for you any harder than I do now.”

“Shut up!” you laughed, slapping his shoulder.

“It’s the truth!” he said, throwing his hands up in defense. “I love you, Y/n. I really do.”

“I love you too.” And with that, he laid a sweet and gentle kiss on your lips.

Pulling back, he said, “Oh and just so you know, I agree with you.”

“On what?”

“You were definitely made for me.”

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[jinxthequeergirl]

Get The Hint

Cindy Berman x reader

Summary: After Cindys change in attitude you stopped hanging out with her killing her crazy boyfriend might be the thing that brings you together

Warning: swearing, typical horror violence, death heavily implied Female reader I still kept it a GN as I could :)

I do be writing parallels between this and my simon fic imagine that

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Your legs felt like they where on fire, your throat was dry and your mind was foggy as You Followed Ziggy Into the mess hall slamming the giant double doors shut. You still hadn't stopped running, it felt like you never would that night.

Everything turned so sour so fast, from losing your Girlfriend to the boy chasing you with an axe and polo shirts to watching your friends die.

The only thing worse was letting your Ex's sister die, let alone you yourself dying. You followed the sound of Kansas blaring through the mess hall, the door was splintered open as you entered. "ZIGGY!?" you cried out hopi g you wheren't to late.

Ziggy sprinted out of the kitchen and into your arms. "Run, Run, go, go!" She said pushing you to start running tommy burst out of the Kitchen with a berlap sack over his head now you pushed ziggy behind you sheilding her from him patting her as a sign to start running. Tommy gripped your shirt pulling you to him

"Get off of me, You Fucker!" You struggled against him as he prepared to slice your neck. He froze up loosening his grip on you enough for you to free yourself and run to Ziggy.

He turned around to see Cindy holding up a knife, she looked sad for a second before looking pissed off.

"FUCK....YOU!" she said stabing tommy repeatedly in the chest before he collapses at Ziggys and your feet.

"Cindy Fucking Berman just swore." You said breathlessly."Its become a habit." She said, ziggy chuckled lightly you joined her before all three of you began laughing.

She dropped to her knees infront of both of you, and pulled you in for a hug.

"I'm so sorry to both of you, I...I've been trying to hide who i really was so that way maybe i could leave this place....I'm so sorry."

She turned to you. "And I'm sorry to you...for what happened between us. I was scared that being with you meant for me."

You and ziggy looked at eachother then her before hugging her again. "Nothing is ever gonna tear us upart ever again." She said.

"Any of us." She added looking at you. You smiled at her before jumping at the sound of Alice appearing from the kitchen. "Holy shit you did it." She said looking at Tommys dead body.

"Yea..."

" I didn't like him that much anyways." You said standing up and helping ziggy up after you.

Cindy smiled taking your hand in hers. "Well as sweet as this is I found something." After she sat the three of you down and showed you Shara Fiers hand you put together a game plan.

"Hey I know things between us ended badly, and it wasn't just your fault." You said helping Cindy look for the shovles.

"I acted like...I acted like a complete asshole and I'm sorry, and I know you just killed your crazy boyfriend but I think you should know I still love you...like a lot...and Part of my Asshole-ness was just cause I was pissed that you moved on with Tommy and-"

She stopped you mid scentence by cupping your face and kissing you. "I meant what I said earlier." She said pressing her forhead against yours. "Nothings going to come between us anymore."

You smiled. "You think after this we could go on a date, like we used to?"

"Yea."

"Hey love birds, we have a curse to stop." Ziggy said from the door way. "Coming." Cindy said taking your hand again, leading you to follow after her sister. "You can't just leave me here, I can hop fine Im going to help."

Cindy shook her head. "Your to badly injured you need to stay here." Alice stood up taking a shovle herself. "I've lost to much to just sit here on my ass tonight and lose more ok? So I'm coming with y-"

She didn't ever get to finish her protest as tommy had gotten back up and chopped through her neck.

"Alice!"

"We need to go now!" Ziggy said beginning to sprint away. You gripped Cindys hand to pull her with you but tommy grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her back. She let out a scream, fighting and kicking for freedom, you grabbed the shovle she dropped and hit him over the head. "Hey Dick, Get the fucking hint!" He dropped her and turned to you. "She's just not into you anymore." You said pointing the shovle at his neck and driving him back into a wall, ripping his head off.

You pulled it from his neck and grabbed cindy running to catch up with Ziggy.

"Its not working, why isn't it working!?" You cried after digging up a usless rockother killers began emerging from the woods, rapidly approching the three of you. Cindy stood up taking you by the shoulders. "They want her, Get her out of here!" She said taking ziggys hand and placing it in yours. "No,no cindy you have to come with us!"

"Go!" She said, pushing the both of you forward so she could hit tommy with the shovle, but it was to laye he got the upper hand on her and ripped through her chest. "CINDY!!" you and ziggy where both caught and thrown to the ground and stabbed.

You gasped and choked as the knife pireced your chest. "Ci...cind...Cindy.." You choked feeling through the grass for her hand she did the same eventually finding yours and desperately grabbing it.

It was the first time that night you felt at relaxed, maybe it was the feeling of sleep ready to consume you for good, maybe it was the thought that you'd be dying with the girl you loved. Either way you mustered up a blood stain smile to offer cindy as you both lied there in the grass. "Till death do us part...right?" You coughed out." She smiled in response her eye lids getting heavy. "Right."

"I wish I could kiss you again..."

"Me too."

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