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No Kisses | KTH Chapter II: Let Me Remind You

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter II: Let Me Remind You || Series Masterlist

Throughout the week, you avoided everyone like the plague. It was harsh and rather stupid of you, but your feelings got to you. You were too flustered and embarrassed to be around Taehyung, too ashamed to look at your friends and cousin. How could you let Taehyung do those…questionable actions to you? Especially in the fucking council room! How unprofessional coming from the student body president, the goody two shoes, the one and only ___ ___!

But the way he was talking to you, the way he gripped on your hips, and the way he pressed himself…God, it felt like heaven on Earth for you. You even thought of relieving yourself to get it out of your system, but your mind told you to stop for the sake of your pride. You were also worried about hurting yourself like the last and only time. Not once before he came along did you ever feel that type of pleasure. If you ever went further with him… let’s not talk about that right now. It will never happen.

After the incident, you refused to see Taehyung. You didn’t–you couldn’t see him. It was way too embarrassing to see one another, at least on your end, which mattered more for you. You felt the need to protect yourself at all costs, not wanting to show vulnerability. You took your precious time to open up to Hoseok and Yoongi while Jimin pulled the cousin card on you. Other than that, you showed such a strong persona that people wondered if you ever showed any emotion besides happiness and anger (only directed to Taehyung, though).

It was just how you were. No specific childhood trauma that scarred you for life. You didn’t think your vulnerability was a weakness, but you believed that those you trusted the most in life could only see it. It was sort of special to you, which is why it aggravated you that you showed a smidge to that fucker football captain. You didn’t want to show anything to him, not even your aura and physical self.

Luckily for you but also unfortunately, you had your period that week. You used the excuse of sickness and intense cramps to get out of two joint meetings, which Hoseok surprisingly understood, even going far as wondering if you wanted him and Yoongi to drop by your apartment for some goodies. You felt guilty for being a very irresponsible president. Even before the incident, you weren’t doing so well with the joint collaboration. The first meeting was tragic and completely inappropriate of you, and so forth. You stayed back, letting Hoseok do everything. What kind of president does this, or why are you so afraid of showing yourself to Taehyung, you thought to yourself. Those were the type of questions that ran through your head every day since.

The sudden ring from your apartment front door stopped your reflecting process as you were lying on your couch. Once you came home, you stripped off your uniform and threw on a lavender tank top and sweatpants set. You had nowhere else to go, so you might as well be comfortable and care for your cramps by wrapping a heating pad around your torso. It was only three in the afternoon, which meant the meeting had started. Everyone you knew was there, so you wondered who that could be. Maybe Yeonjun because he usually locked himself out, and he would stay at your place until our old lady landlord came and scolded him for being irresponsible.

Your expectations were wrong once you were met with your best friends who were looking angry. You cocked an eyebrow at them before moving to the side for them to enter. They knew you had some questions as to why they were here and not attending the meeting, so before you spoke, Hoseok goes, “I can’t fucking believe you.” As they walked inside and you closed the door behind you.

“What?” You asked dumbfoundedly as you pushed up your glasses to the bridge of your nose. Yoongi shoved a plastic bag filled with snacks and bottles of tea to you before he headed to your couch to relax.

“Don’t ‘what’ me.” Hoseok scoffed. “You’ve been missing meetings!”

“Yeah, I’ve been. I’m on my period, and it hurts.” You pointed to your attached heating pad, still not getting why he was angry at you. “I told you in advance!”

“Well, yes, I see that. I know you get really fatigued and in pain, but I know more of your reason for skipping is to avoid Taehyung and not necessarily your period.” He responded back, which left you wide-eyed. How the hell did he manage to figure that out?

“N-no?” You were never a good liar, to begin with. “Yoongi?” You called out.

“You’re on your own on this.” The treasurer replied. In your trio, when it came to situations, Hoseok always commented on everything, Yoongi didn’t really give a say until it gets serious, and you rarely got into trouble and thought about the rational thing to do. This was only level two, so it wasn’t bad, but it was bad in a way that this was targeted towards you, so this was like a level seven in Hoseok’s eyes.

Reading you like a fucking book, he added, “I found out because Taehyung actually came up to me during lunch today and asked me where you were. I told you left once you were done with your classes for the day, then man straight up told me you were avoiding him.”

“I was there too, so yeah, captain asked about you. After he left, Hobi and I realized that we rarely saw you, and you never once stepped into the council room or saw you with Jimin.” Yoongi’s voice came out of nowhere. “We concluded this, so we canceled the meeting to come here and beat your ass.”

You stood there with your arms to your sides like that one emoji as you continued to stare widely at your clever best friends. Sometimes with Hoseok’s male wife energy and Yoongi’s “fuck it” personality, you forget that they’re in the honors program with outstanding GPAs that make people cry home to their mom’s lap. You gave up wanting to explain yourself and said, “So?”

Hoseok groaned, “___! Why?”

“B-because he’s getting on my nerves!” You semi-lied, not wanting to give out the real reason. This was a reason, so you didn’t fully lie. You’re okay. You finally moved and headed to your living room with Hoseok trailing behind. “Did he tell you why I’m avoiding him?” You asked as you sat next to Yoongi and placed the bag on your coffee table.

“No. I asked him why and he left.” Your vice president answered as he sat down on your armchair to your left.

You pulled out the items from the bag to lay them out on the surface. “Well, we decided to meet at 1:30 for the banner, but he didn’t show up until 3. He left me hanging, and I did the outline by myself.” You seethed as that faint memory got you riled up. Then you began to remember him rubbing his hard dick onto your clothed pussy to which you shook your head away from the dirty memory.

“That doesn’t mean you can just avoid him.” Hoseok reasoned.

“I don’t care. I will avoid his annoying face at all costs.” You opened a bag of Pocky matcha sticks and munched on them. “He has no signs of respecting me. He’s pushing my buttons and teasing me. Don’t you see it’s him who needs to be talked to and not me? I’m trying my best, but he’s not! Ugh, I hate him!”

“Did you ever tell him to stop?” Yoongi pointed out the obvious. Now when he said that, it was obvious. No means no. Stop means no. You tried thinking back on any occurrence of telling him to stop, but you knew it was pointless because you never told him to, nor did you want him to. Though Taehyung was a teasing man whore, you knew he would stop if you told him off but no. Your silence and your head hanging as you looked down on your lap was their answer. They knew; they knew you knew.

“I’m confusing, I know.” You sighed.

“No, we know you’re stupid, but sadly no one knows it.” Yoongi shrugged as he reached out for a bag of chips.

“Look, ___. I’m talking to you as your friend and not your vice president with what I’m about to say.” Hoseok began. “Avoiding Taehyung is not getting you anywhere. He may be irking, yes to God he is, but he is willing to cooperate. I asked Jimin to talk some sense into him today, and he said that Taehyung promised that he would respect you through this whole planning. Please meet instead of pigeon messaging everything.” He explained thoroughly as possible. “We also know you don’t hate him.”

You glared quietly at your friend as you chewed on your sticks. He was right. There’s no point in avoiding him, but you were so afraid of seeing him, afraid of your future unconscious emotions and behavior. The last you saw him, his eyes were filled with lust, and practically wanted to fuck you on the banner. There’s no telling how you or he will react after a whole week without seeing each other.

But you had to step it up. This was a sign of vulnerability, not facing your own consequences. You had to be strong. If it meant you had to confront Taehyung, then, by all means, you’ll do it. You will not show vulnerability and definitely not to Kim Taehyung.

The next day, you stood in front of the football field entrance. You know what lies there was a dreaded territory. You’ve been there before, having to go and support your cousin playing games. Honestly, if it’s somewhere that doesn’t pertain to you, you avoid any place at all cost. You don’t need to be there unless otherwise, so what’s the point? It wasn’t a familiar area either. You were always lost, even if it was a big ass field. But knowing you had to be here and for a certain someone, you hated it and were a nervous little thing.

There wasn’t a meeting today, but groups were expected to meet before the following Monday. You gave yourself a short pep before entering through the gate. Jesus Christ, this place is huge. Knowing somewhat with muscle memory, you remembered the lockers were to the left before you proceeded further into the pathway which led to the field. You knew through Jimin that practice is in session, so none were in lockers.

To be honest, you really didn’t know what to say, but before coming here, you agreed with yourself that you decided to forget about what happened and focus on the main issue: talking and working with Taehyung. You kept calm, chanting a short mantra of “I am strong” as you patiently walked until you spotted green grass and large fitted, dirty men throwing a ball and some shit. It seemed they were also using dummies to mimic opponents as you saw or assuming you saw, Jungkook tackling one of them.

You only thought it was him because Jimin told you how Jungkook begged for his jersey number to be 69 and actually succeeded.

This was so weird, and you felt out of place. This area was not…you, not your environment. You felt like a deer going into a tropical forest filled with snakes, beetles, and gorillas. One step in, and you’ll accidentally get bitten and die. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic but go on.

“Hey, Goody Two-Shoes.” A higher pitch voice called out your infamous nickname, so you couldn’t help but search for the sound. Your eyes roamed until you spotted a carbon copy of clones wearing red and white outfit sets staring back at you.

Ahh, yes. You forgot about the cheerleading squad. They also practiced with the football team but on the other side of the field. You met some of them, a nice bunch, to say the least. You didn’t really bother to care enough to remember any names, but they were okay.

But the one who called you out was none other than the cheer captain, Sim Bini, giving you dagger eyes and a twitch on her lip. Since you started college, she didn’t like you for reasons even you don’t know. She hung around your cousin and his friends from time to time, and when you stopped by the group, she always looked at you like she hated you.

Yet you were indifferent because how would you hate someone you don’t even know. The only thing you heard was that she and Taehyung had a cliche relationship, the captains of the cheerleading team and football team together. A relationship that didn’t last long, but that was about it. Nothing that was related to you. You didn’t care for her, so why would you care if she was being rude to you?

“Can I help you?” Bini spat at you.

“No, thank you, though. I don’t need your help.” You shook your head, giving a gentle smile without knowing you irritated her.

“You know we have practice, right?”

“I didn’t know, actually. Even if I did, I’m not here for you.” You replied civilly. “Please continue on your practice.” And with that, you left the cheerleading team and went towards the football team. All while Bini failed to burn holes into the back of your steel-like head, watching your every move.

As you walked, the team gathered in a large circle, which quickly made you intimidating and nervous. They didn’t look like this when they were in the meetings. Maybe, it was the padding, but either way, they were such a huge unit you wanted to shit yourself.

Once all of them removed their helmets, you immediately spotted him. Sun-kissed skin glowed from the light, sweat-filled hair hanging on his forehead, side profile snatched to the Gods, his stature looking so big, you wanted to die. It sadly made you weak in the knees because you instantly thought about your time with him. You hated this so much.

You saw him speaking to the team though you couldn’t hear him. However, he spoke animatedly as he used his entire body to express what he was talking about, probably critiquing and commenting on what they did. The rest of the members watched attentively and quietly, which displayed how much respect they had for Taehyung.

You spotted Jimin’s jersey number 13, to which you decided to stand behind him. No one could see you, surely not Taehyung, but you watched Taehyung ramble on and on. You didn’t understand a word he was walking about, but he looked so passionate, so admirable, so…

“ONE, TWO, BREAK!” They shouted all at once, making you flinch in the process and getting you out of your head. Since Jimin didn’t know you were behind him, he snapped around, and his shoulder pads smacked your head, causing you to fall down in pain. Fuck, you didn’t think the pads were hard enough to get you a concussion, but they indeed hurt like a bitch.

“Oh my God, ___! I’m sorry, are you okay?” Jimin brought you back up and helped you stand on your two feet. You rubbed your reddened cheek, easing the embarrassment and ache.

“I’m fine, Chim. It’s not every day you get hit with a shoulder pad which, by the way, was too hard to be any sort of pad.” You said lightly with a smile. You hear greetings of “Hi, President,” where you greet back. You feel certain eyes staring back, but you don’t meet them, at least not yet.

“What are you doing here? You hate coming here.” Jimin questioned.

“I have some important business to deal with your captain.” You announced. You mentally prepared yourself, then you finally met with Taehyung’s wide eyes. Your breathing shook a little as you held your gaze. His expression was rather different, almost like…longing? You didn’t know, but it wasn’t a face you were familiar with. He somehow knew you were questioning it because it went back to the cheeky annoying one you knew by heart with the stupid smirk and everything.

“Ahh, so the princess finally wants to see me.” He exhaled satisfyingly.

Okay, wow. That nickname made you want to murder him before; now it’s just–you kept wanting to hear it from him…only him.

You spoke no harsh comments, no stuttering mess, not even an eye roll. You were serene, which shocked all of the members. Even Taehyung was surprised, but his teasing smile covered that. You simply nodded before gesturing to him to follow you away from the team while on their break.

You could feel him closing the gap behind you. It made you feel some type of way that you wanted to push down deep inside you and not come out. You had to focus and act as if nothing had happened. You had to be strong and do this fast. You stopped your trail and turned around. He stared at you patiently, but that same smile stayed on his fucking face. Jesus, you wanted to shove that face, shove it down your–

“Look, I’m only here to discuss what we need to discuss next Monday for the meeting. Are you free after your practice thingy so we can collaborate on what to do?” You said this so robotically, but you couldn’t care less. This was better than showing any other emotion you had for him.

His gaze went elsewhere, pretending to think of his answer. He wanted to test your tolerance a little. But instead of hastily lashing out, you patiently waited for his answer. There was definitely something wrong with you. He could tell but decided it wasn’t a good time to mention it. He remembered that he needed to be civil after Jimin threatened to expose his ass if he didn’t cooperate.

Without words, he nodded and smiled. It wasn’t a smile you were used to. It was closed-lip but very sweet and genuine. It freaked you out, but you liked it, causing you to do it back. A smile you did with your friends or Jimin. It made Taehyung drop his smile as you unintentionally took his breath away.

Hoping you didn’t catch him slipping, he cleared his throat and nodded, “Yeah, we can meet.”

“Sounds good. I’ll wait in the council room.” You scurried out of the field before your other thoughts consumed you, refusing to be there any longer than you should. This was only the beginning, and you despised every second of it, is what you told yourself as both a defense and coping mechanism.

Little did you know as you left the football field, you had two pairs of eyes on you. One that was endearing and captivated and another that was furious and cruel.

Though you both planned on meeting in the council room, Yoongi was a little bitch who called last-minute dibs and held his committee meeting there. You tried finding another classroom, but for some reason, all of them were occupied, ranging from extracurriculars’ general meetings to students studying, which was odd because it was literally it’s a Friday in the middle of the semester.

Immediately giving up, Taehyung suggested holding the meeting at his apartment. Your flabbergasted expression said it all, “What the fuck? Why?” You crossed your arms across your chest and raised an eyebrow at him.

He merely shrugged with a blank expression. There was no teasing tone, nor had his signature grin plastered on his sculpted face. It was just a suggestion, but your overthinking mind went to a million schemes. You couldn’t tell if there was a specific reason behind it. He was a fuck boy, for Christ’s sake! He probably used it on tons of people, especially with what happened to you last week…Then again, you decided to forget it, and not once did he mention it when being around him for approximately thirty minutes total. But judging by his face, he must have decided to forget it too.

“Damn, okay. How ’bout your place then?” Taehyung proposed since you’ve been in your thoughts and too quiet for his liking.

“No.” You immediately said. Your apartment space was sacred to you, a safe haven. He knew where you lived since he rode with Jimin once in a while, but he never stepped inside, and you wanted it that way. You didn’t want anything there corrupted or tainted by his presence. He’s already contaminated your mi–

“Let’s go to your place.”

Taehyung turned his knob and pushed his door open to reveal his apartment. He lets you go inside before closing and locking the entrance behind him.

“You can take off your shoes here and use these.” He instructed you before pointing to fuzzy cat slippers that appeared unused. You don’t say anything but switch your footwear. You followed him into his living room, settling down your things.

“I’m gonna get some snacks for us, and you can pull out whatever you had in mind for this banner.” He announced before leaving you alone to go to his kitchen.

You couldn’t help but inspect his living space. Though you didn’t want him to know your place, that didn’t mean you weren’t curious to see how this man lived. The theme felt very modern classic. The walls were beige, while the ceiling was grey. Three large photo frames hung on the wall where his emerald couch was pushed back. A lamp stayed on the side of the couch while two rusted-colored armchairs in front of the two sat across each other with a wooden coffee table settled in between. All of the furniture rested under a rather antique carpet. On the other side, a large flat screen hung on a large showcase that also held up figurines and books on the multitude of small shelves. It looked expensive, but then again, Taehyung seemed to have expensive taste.

You sat on the couch, taking in the space. You had an unsettling feeling inside of you. You weren’t uncomfortable. You were far from that. His apartment seemed homey in that it gave you a sense of comfort. He had cute little bear figurines on display and what seemed like smaller framed pictures of his friends around the room. What was not to love about it?

Perhaps it was because you were finally alone with him after a week. You couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt when you were with him, how you wanted more, how you wanted to see more of him, wondering about all the possibilities of what he could do. Oh my God, were you expecting something to happen between you two here? No, you couldn’t. You shouldn’t. You needed to forge–

“I didn’t know what you wanted, and I’m not the best cook, so I just made peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwiches.” He came back with two plates of the made snack and handed a place to you before sitting next to you. You thanked him before grabbing the sandwich. You noticed how the crusts are cut off, and the ratio of peanut butter to jam was probably 1 to 3, which is slightly a bummer because you like peanut butter more than strawberry jam.

Before you could even take a bite, you felt eyes watching your every move. You glanced to the side to meet his chocolate eyes. You couldn’t read him as he made a mundane expression, but it made you feel small and intimidated. You only furrowed your eyebrows, following the unspoken staring competition. It was like he was testing you if you were gonna break. But before anything else, he gave a quick wink and a smile before diving into his snack.

You were baffled, but it was innate in you to roll your eyes and eat the sandwich as well. He only did that to get you into some way…a way like last week. He succeeded, but you refused to show it.

A fucking tease.

Surprisingly, Taehyung was civil and respectful enough to help you make progress with the banner. On top of that, he gave out immaculate and artistic ideas that you didn’t even think about that. A unique mind might you add. His face lit up when you smiled and complimented his suggestions without any sarcasm or anger in your words. When you gave ideas, he also enjoyed the vision you had so much that he took it upon himself to compromise both of your perspectives, thus agreeing on one approach.

He opened a new side of him that was passionate and driven when he actually put work into it. He seemed to try his best to consider everyone’s opinions into a satisfying agreement. Sure, there were times during the meeting when he was being a bit selfish, but that was expected of him. After experiencing it first hand, you now know why Taehyung was the captain of the football and a respected person to everyone at the university.

There were also moments when you couldn’t help but admiringly lay your eyes on his face. When he wasn’t making it a life’s mission to annoy you, he was actually pretty…bearable. He somehow was even more handsome than he actually was, very breathtaking and his aura was sickeningly intoxicated on par with his musky cologne. When he sketched something out on the sketchpad, you never noticed how large his hands were, and long his fingers were. You wondered what they could do. You weren’t the smallest person in the whole school, fairly average, one might say, but he made you look and feel so tiny. Every now and then, you found yourself going deeper into a hole of thoughts…very dirty and explicit thoughts from a virgin like yourself.

By the time you both decided to end the meeting, it was already dark. You have just finished the rough sketch of the banner and are scheduled to start drawing and possibly painting it this upcoming Monday. You rubbed your eyes under your glasses before pushing up onto your bridge again. You carefully scratched your scalp through your braids, trying your best not to mess it up. You were tired but not necessarily sleepy. You’ve been exhausted from all of this that you couldn’t wait to get home.

Packing your stuff into your bag, you accidentally dropped some of your pens on the carpeted floor that rolled underneath the couch. You cursed to yourself before getting down on your knees and crouching down to gather your stationary. While doing so, you fail to notice how the hem of your skirt raised higher on your thighs or that your back was unknowingly arched and your ass was up for anyone to see, or the shift in Taehyung’s eyes as he peered at it as if you were his prey.

He’d be lying if he said he never thought about you after what happened. God, you looked so pretty submitting under his control. He wanted to take care of you so badly. But he also wanted to punish you so hard after leaving him the bluest of balls in the entire world history and for ignoring him for a whole entire week. When Jimin scolded him for being irritable to you, he promised to be on his best behavior when he saw you again if it was the only way to be near you. But it all left his front door all at once when he saw you bending over, and he envisioned all the things he could do to you.

Legs looking so soft, skirt flowing with your ass wiggling unconscious to you as you grabbed those damn pens. Curse those safety shorts you had on because they blocked one of the best views he may have experienced; apart from your pretty pink panties, you accidentally flashed him.

Once you took all of your fallen pens, you hummed happily as you brought them into your case. But a sudden baritone voice shook you to your core as it said, “You know, princess, I still haven’t forgotten about last week.”

You froze once you sat on your heels. You refused to turn around to face him, knowing that it’ll go downhill from there. He could sense you tensing up before relaxing and feigning being indifferent. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You continued to pack your belongings up, a little quicker than before, to get out as soon as possible. Once you zipped up your backpack, you aimed for your shoes and the door. But before you can do so, you were pulled by the leg and dragged along the carpet.

He pushed you onto your back, holding both of your hands down on each side of you. You stared up wide-eyed as he pulled apart your legs, settling himself in between. He hovered over you, taking in your slowly flushed face and that innocent little gaze you always give him and only him. You squirmed and fiddled around to getaway. But alas, your attempt was weak because you wanted something to happen in the back of your mind.

“Maybe I should remind you. Right, princess?” He inquired, but he didn’t let you answer as he pressed his growing hard onto your core. The touch electrified your clit, desperate for more. You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes and biting your lower lip to avoid making noise. You felt him only getting bigger and harder. “Here I was…my cock so fucking hard for you and grinding your little virgin pussy.” You tried pulling your hips away, but he didn’t budge and kept rutting into your clothed pussy. You bit your lips harder, not wanting to give the moans he so desperately tried to get you to do. “Come on, don’t hold in your moans. That cunt is probably soaked right now. I barely even touched you.”

“N-no!” You countered feebly, but the clouded pleasure began overpowering your mind. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, the movement stopped. You opened your fuddled eyes and finally met his contact. His eyes were filled with lust and desire. His breaths were shaky and long. He looked at you as prey, wanting to capture you.

“D-do you want me to stop? Please tell me now, or else I won’t hold back.” Though you knew how badly he wanted you, it made your heart flutter knowing he wanted you to consent…apart from last time, but you both knew what was wanted and it wasn’t necessarily gonna go all the way. This time…it was officially going to happen. “Princess, tell me. Do you want me?”

You softly muttered a yes, but it wasn’t enough for him. “I need you to be loud and clear for me, ___.”

“Y-ye-yes. Yes!” You let out with your face heating up.

“Yes, what?” It still wasn’t enough.

“Yes, Taehyung?” But again, it only made him click his tongue and shake his head.

“Baby, do I have to remind you what you’re supposed to call me?” He lets go of your arms. His hands traveled down the meat of your thighs and gently roamed fingers over your spandex before making a stern slap to your skin. You cried out a moan, feeling the warmth in your stomach. He massaged the pained area again before doing the action once more. “What’s my name?”

You didn’t think he was serious before, thinking it was just to tease you and make you flustered. But now, even with a dopey mind, you saw the kink he loved the most when it came to dominating. “Daddy.”

A smirk crept upon his mouth before holding onto and pecking your calf, “Good girl. But first…” His fingers pushed your skirt up and hooked onto the waistband of your safety shorts. In one motion, he pulled both the shorts and your panties down your legs and threw them to the side. “I need to prep you.”

“Ahhh!” Your cheeks were pink with embarrassment. This is the first time you had someone look down there, so your initial reaction was to cover your wet folds with your hands. Your head was turned and dropped onto your shoulder.

“It’s okay, princess. It’s okay. It’s okay. I got you.” He cooed, relieving you from the shame. He gently pushed your hands away, revealing yourself to him. He gazed astonishingly at your cunt as he licked his lips. “Don’t hide from me. You’re so beautiful, ___. Look at me, baby, come on.” The tone of his voice wasn’t demeaning like usual but rather soft and careful that it helped you have enough courage to finally look at him. “There you go.” He smiled ever so gently, to which you gave a light nod and a small smile. “I wanna see your face when I completely destroy you.”

His expression turned dark and menacing when all of a sudden, he pushed a finger into your entrance. As you arched your back, you gasped at the breaching and weakly grabbed the uniform covering his biceps. “God, so fucking wet. I went in with ease.“ He pulled out his finger and licked it while staring at you. His tongue circled his phalange and sucked on what was very little of your wetness, but he tasted all of it like it was his last meal. Dear God, it was a dirty image. “Ahh, you taste so fucking good. Even better than I imagined?“ Wait, he imagined?? He closed his eyes for a second before looking at you again. “You want more?”

Though you could tell he was taunting you, you’d be lying that it didn’t turn you on. You were clenching around nothing, lusting for him to put anything literally from him into you. You shyly nodded but again, it wasn’t enough for him. “Baby, you need to use your words, or else I’m gonna have to punish you. Do you want that?”

You were gonna shake your head but stopped once you realized. “Y-yes, I want more.”

“Yes, I want more what?”

If you weren’t so horny, you’d yell at him, but you had to do what he said. “Yes, I want more, daddy.”

He sighed, somewhat surrendering because at least you’re listening. “Since this is your first time, I’ll be easier on you. But when this happens again, you need to be clearer with your words. Tell me what you exactly want. Understand?”

You didn’t give a fuck about what he said. “Yes, I understand, daddy.”

“You’re behaving so well anyway.” He smiled cockily as he leaned down to you. Your noses touching, feeling his hot breath tickle your skin. You felt his long fingers brushing your sodden pussy, making you squeak and your hips jerk. “So sensitive.”

You were about to call him out on his annoying comments, but he sunk his finger deep into you. His finger was so long it felt like he filled you up to the brim. He reached places that you couldn’t even do. Your mouth opened, letting out a mewl. You reached for his head and intertwined his locks with your fingers.

He tested a pump or two before doing it continuously. With your contorted face, he assumed you were enjoying every bit of it, so he decided that he thrust two more fingers in when he pulled back. That action caused your head to loll back, stretching your neck. It gave him the chance to tuck his head into the trapezius and attach his lips to your skin, sucking purple spots.

You were feeling too much, more than you realized, but you didn’t want it to stop. Your body felt so good that you unapologetically moaned. Taehyung fucking loved your sounds, knowing that he was the cause of them, but again, he wanted to get out more. So he curled his fingers, trying to find the squishy rougher patch. He knew he found it when you got louder and pitchier. “Fuck, music to my ears.” He pulled back to watch you. He did it again, and it made you so dizzy.

“Baby, you like that? Is daddy making you feel good?”

“Y-yes, daddy! It feels so—Ah fuck!”

He pushed another finger into you. The stretch hurt, but there was still pleasure. “Saying dirty words, kitten.” He smirked. He needed to do this so you could take him. You felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter. Taehyung could feel you squeezing, which made him moan as well. He rubbed his trapped cock onto your thigh to ease off some pressure. He was holding back but needed to focus on you. “Princess, I can feel you tightening up. Are you gonna come? Did you ever cum after the last time?”

“N-no, I haven’t!” You whined, pulling on his hair. Untouched, inexperienced, and still haven’t came before? God, Taehyung was gonna cum right then and there. He could feel the tip of his dick seeping out pre-cum and leaking his boxers with every sound, ever tell you had in you.

“Wow, I’m giving you a lot of freebies today.” He chuckled darkly as he watched you trembling. His thumb then found your swollen clit, enhancing the hardening pressure. You wept, feeling something coming about to come. “Princess, go ahead and come. Let me be your first.”

Once he said that you were hit with cloud nine. Your eyes rolled back with your mouth wide open. As your walls convulsed around his fingers, the knot came undone, coating him with your frothy cum. His thrusting slowed down, helping you with your high. But his eyes grew when he felt something wet.

He looked down to not only see your body still twitching, but you were gushing sprinklers of cum. He groaned at the delicious sight before helping you empty yourself out. “Oh, fuc—You’re such a good girl squirting for me. Fucking good girl.“ You drenched his carpet, which he wasn’t fazed on as he was completely hypnotized by the fucked up look on your face. But you gave no fucks once you were finally finished.

You looked so fucked out, having experienced this for the first time. You didn’t know you could do that…squirt, that is. You didn’t know if you should be ashamed or glad or whatever the fuck because you didn’t know what it meant. You were delusional, not caring about what you were supposed to do. Judging by the expression on his face once he pulled his fingers out to suck on them, you thought it was an okay sign.

Though you came, your body still wanted. You wanted more from him, so you pulled onto his arm. Once he was in reach, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, wanting to kiss—

“N-no, no. I must tell you, princess, that I don’t do kisses.” He stopped, pulling back before your lips could touch. “No kisses.”

Suddenly, that sobered you up quickly. You could merely blink at him with shock. Your cheeks reddened with humiliation, completely forgetting his well-known rule. No kisses, of course, and that also applied to you. You reminded yourself that you weren’t any special. Though you wanted to go further with him, you already knew you’d become another girl on his list. You accepted it, but there was an underlying emotion.

You looked down and away from him, but you could feel his eyes on you. Taehyung saw a speck of sadness in your eyes when he had to tell you that. Usually, he didn’t care for his hook-ups’ reactions to it. Whether it was sad, upset, or indifferent, he was still getting his dick wet. But this felt different. He didn’t like he made you sad from this. He couldn’t do anything about it. It was his rule, no matter what, until further notice.

He wanted to make you feel better…give an alternative. He grabbed your chin so you could face him. He licked his lips and carefully said, “No kisses, but I can do this again.” He leaned forward like a kiss, but his head moved down to your neck, giving you more hickeys. You could only wince at the slight pain, but the pleasure overcame all. He coated your neck with blotches. His hands moved down to pull your blouse apart, causing some of the buttons to fly out.

You gasped, “My uniform!”

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He muttered on your painted skin. He pushed up to reveal your matching light blue bra covering your chest. He pulled the fabric down to see your perked-up nipples ready to be touched by him. He gaped at the curves of your breasts, how plush they looked. He swiftly reached under your back to unclasp your bra. There he took that and your blouse off of you, leaving you in your skirt.

You couldn’t even process how exposed you were because he dived into your chest to suck on your nipple and rolled his fingers with the other. You were sensitive everywhere. You could feel every nerve in you getting aroused and electrocuted by this man. “Taehyung.” You moaned out, but he responded by biting your nub hard.

You cried out. He released you from his mouth, and he growled, “What did I say?! You were doing so good! Are you just gonna be a bad girl from now on?” You didn’t think his voice had the ability to get deeper, but it did.

The stern look on his face made you fear him, but the throbbing of your pussy showed that you loved every part of it. You could only whine and shake your head, but the glare on him again sharpened. He was about to scold you, but you beat him to it. “I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll be good, daddy. I won’t be bad any longer, daddy.” You said softly but in a rush. You pushed your lower lip out and pouted as you batted your eyes. Your action was unconscious, but it triggered him.

There was no holding back.

“Fuck.” He encircled his arms around your waist, grabbing you off the dampened carpet. He lifted you both up until he stood on his feet. You wrapped your legs around him so you wouldn’t fall. He kept one hand on your waist but the other on your ass. He looked at you in the eyes as his legs did their own thing to walk you down his hallway.

You stared back, taking in his features. His face was flushed, his lips were red, sweat glistening his skin. You both reached the end to reveal his bedroom. As he settled you down on his bed, you didn’t bother scanning his room like you did his living room. Your focus was only on him. He stripped himself out of his buttoned shirt to reveal his gorgeous tanned skin without breaking eye contact. He didn’t have abs like Jimin or defined muscles like Hoseok, but he was definitely toned, and you enjoyed every bit of it. You heard the drop of his pants as he let out a sigh. His dick finally being free after being restrained for so long. You could see the large indent on him, which made you curious, but once he freed himself out of his boxers and it slapped his lower stomach, you gulped.

You’ve never seen a lot of dicks (Yoongi, Jungkook, don’t ask), but you can say for yourself that Taehyung was…well endowed. He was huge and so thick. Was that even possible? A curve to his dick to the left and a prominent vein across the shaft. It was rather an attractive sight. Everything about him is so handsome, you said internally.

But weakly, you spoke, “I-is that even gonna fit me?” You had worry washed all over you. You were a bit frightened. You heard the rumors, and obviously, they were true, but this seemed…physically impossible, especially with a virgin like yourself. You were even too scared to finger yourself.

You could hear that fucker snicker at you, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll go slow.” He made lazy strokes on his cock before he climbed onto the bed and slotted himself between your legs. You could only whimper as you saw it coming closer to you. Okay, now your expression made him concerned. “___, are you okay with this? If not, I can jack myself off, and it—”

“No, no!” You grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him down. The tip of his dick touched your clit on accident, making your body shutter. “I-it’s okay.” But you saying that didn’t make him all that convinced, so you decided to say. “I promise…daddy.” You smiled so sweetly that it made Taehyung twitch. He wanted to ruin that cute face of yours.

He nodded and breathed out, “I promise I’ll go slow, but I won’t promise it’s gonna stay like that.” He saw you hesitate as your eyes widened but sighed and said okay. “Look at me when you take me in. I’m not asking. That’s an order.”

“Yes, daddy.” You were so compliant. It hurt his heart.

He held his cock and grazed the head onto your folds. Your essences mixed together as he gathered as much to lubricate himself. He positioned himself at the entrance, and before pushing, he stared at you with so much lust and pleasure. His eyes searched a tiny command for you to say yes. You nodded once more, then you felt the pressure through your hole as his head breached.

You cried, feeling your body tensing up, but he shushed you to relax when he pushed himself going in further. He was so thick it hurt so right. You felt so full, but you knew he wasn’t even all the way in. Your eyes twitched as the pain sunk into you. Once he bottomed out, he watched you adjust to his length. He knew it’d hurt, but he promised you that the pleasure does get better.

“Fuuuck, you’re so fucking tight.” He hissed as he could feel you squeezing him. “Baby, relax. If you do that, I’m not gonna last.” He murmured into your skin before giving some kitten licks.

“To-too big,” You were heaving, feeling the dull pain around your lower stomach.

He gave you some time before he moved slowly. Your face looked hurt while you pushed out squeaks out of your mouth. He wanted you to get used to the feeling. The pain was blunt but bearable, but as he kept going on, the pain was replaced by a never-before sensation.

You were groaning in carnality as you scratched his naked shoulders. You wailed, scrunching your nose when he hit your sensitive spot in your cunt. His ears twitched, making a note to do that again. He smirked evilly before his pace got harder and quicker. His dick pounced on your cervix repeatedly, causing you to cry in pleasure. “Daddy!” You squealed as your brain melted into mush. “Humph, yes! S-so huge!”

“That’s right, princess. You feel daddy? You feel me all the way up your fucking virgin cunt?” He growled, thrusting harder, making your tongue spill out of your mouth.

Taehyung had such a dirty mouth, but you liked hearing those words from him. You couldn’t believe you were stripped from this for so long. How silly of you for not having the sexual urge to try some things on you? But perhaps, it wasn’t just the sex itself. Maybe it was the certain someone who was doing these things to you.

You didn’t know how to do anything, but knowing Taehyung’s experience, you automatically believed his level of skill if he could put you, someone with a libido that’s not as high as his, into a trance of sex. You enjoyed every minute of it with your tits bouncing, hearing the sounds of slouchy skin slapping, and your moans getting progressively louder as you felt another orgasm coming up.

Meanwhile, Taehyung was enjoying his pretty view of your fucked out expression. He never saw you like this. You were always so uptight, flustered, and a little annoying, especially when scolding him. Now you were a wreck, completed ruined by the big dick he took pride in knowing how to use it. You were drooling, eyes were rolling back and forth, and making marks on him he will love seeing until it fades away.

He wanted to destroy you and your innocence.

“More! More! More, daddy!”

You chanted his name like a prayer. You were tightening around him, ready to let go, but Taehyung seemed to beg to differ. “Baby, you wanna cum?” He asked, and you could only whimper. “Nuh-uh-uh. You have to ask daddy for permission.” He wasn’t stopping his pace, but he reached down to pinch your nipple, making you squeal from the pleasurable pain. “Fucking beg.”

“Please, let me cum.” You managed to garble in heat. “Please, pwease, please, daddy.”

He then reached down to rub your swollen clit that made you cry out before he bent down and whispered onto your cheek, “Cum, my little slut.”

He sent you into a frenzy. Your mind was gone. All thoughts were gone. You saw white spots in your vision as your eyelids twitched and your back arched. Your fingernails dug into his skin, basically breaking through a barrier that blood was almost found. You didn’t think you had another one in you, but lo and behold, you squirted again, leaking your cum onto his sheets.

Even when you were coming down on your high, Taehyung didn’t stop his pace as he chased his own. His thrusts were getting sloppy, and you heard him whine for the first time. You winced at the overstimulation, but it wasn’t too bad.

“Baby, where should I cum?” He asked.

“Inside, it’s okay.” You weren’t thinking, head still in the clouds, but it was okay. You were on birth control for period regulation. It also meant using the other benefits you weren’t planning on using the pills for.

Hearing those words from you only made Taehyung reach his climax faster. He leaned down, putting his face in the crevice of your neck. After a few pumps, you heard him groan deeply as he dug his dick deep into your pussy and spurted ropes after ropes of cum. You felt another new sensation, feeling his cum coat your battered walls. It felt really good. He made small thrusts to empty himself into you. After a while, he became flaccid but still not leaving you.

He placed his weight onto you before rolling to your side, which also made his dick come out of you. You whined at the harsh sensitivity, but he kissed your shoulder to ease you. You eyed him as you saw he, too, looked like a fucking wreck. His hair was wet from the sweat and all over the place, his eyes trying their best to keep open, lips so red like cherry, and his chest heaving heavily.

He gazed up at you before giving one last peck on your glistening skin. “I know you told me inside, and it was in the heat of the moment, but was it okay?” Even post-coital, he was still concerned for your sake. Another flutter for your heart.

You hummed, “On the pill for my period.” You felt the heaviness of your eyes as tiredness and sleep slowly defeated you. You were sticky and lying on wet sheets, but you were too exhausted to even move. You heard Taehyung mutter something about helping you get cleaned up, but you were knocked out from there.

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts smut #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #taehyung #kim taehyung x reader

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countrysidefaggot · 6 months

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'captain&firstmate'

made a zolu playlist that lulls me to sleep every night (real) i wanted the music to sound soft, like we're floating on the sea. with sometimes moments lost in the night & sometimes brighter in the day and of course the lyrics all express how i see their relationship at different moments yay + spotify link's in the title but for pple who don't like that, i wrote down the list its like 13 songs ✧

Piensa en mí (Luz Casal) ✧ Careless (FKA Twigs) ✧ Hypnotised (Years&Years) ✧ Tennessee Whiskey (Chris Stapleton) ✧ Thank You (Bonnie Raitt) ✧ Neptune (Sufjan Stevens) ✧ Beyond (Daft Punk) ✧ Sometimes I Cry (Chris Stapleton) (again) ✧ C'mon Baby Cry (Orville Peck) ✧ Sunlight (Hozier) ✧ This Feeling (Alabama Shakes) ✧ Can't Stop (Red Hots) ✧ Fragments of Time (Daft Punk)

read more is for if you wanna dig arnd my brain and understand why i picked each song ily have fun

Piensa en mí - Luz Casal the instruments feel so joyful and soft, her voice is Strong and kind of desperate + the imagery of the divine, and of accepting to die by your lover's hand, wanting to be there at any of their worst moments, not wanting to live w/o them. yeah

careless - FKA Twigs ft Daniel Caesar the music is a bit more low&quiet, this feels like reading zoro's heart to me, like the things he wouldn't say but feels so deeply. + 'you can be careless with me' with the softest tone ever, and the lyrics about trusting & being so infatuated that it just has to get out even if you don't know how or until when

Hypnotised - Years&Years the whole reason this playlist exists tbh. the ship imagery of course, 'surround me body and soul, pull me into your glow, make me blush' dare i say more. yes, i dare, 'unbound me (literal huh), spin me in gold. as the story unfolds in your touch'. the whole,, a boy who offers you life and takes you far away. mmh.

Tennessee Whiskey - Chris Stapleton so huh, alcohol imagery with a deep rough voice, right ? a strong feeling of zoro's chaotic cowboy-ish pseudo pirate hunter life before meeting luffy and how he would reflect on his life now. 'but when you poured out your heart i didn't waste it, cause there's nothing like your love to get me high' so sweet

Thank You - Bonnie Raitt i've always loved this song since i found it, it's so gentle. 'you came into my life, always like you knew, that time was runnin' out, oh i came runnin' home to you' // 'yeah i'm afraid they'll come and take away this precious dream of you' - speaks sm about trusting your love (i use love for partner/lover/whatever they are to each other thank u), fearing that death can take them from you, but still being thankful you met & shared this life in the first place.

Neptune - Sufjan Stevens (& others) (its long sorry) my apologies for i am queer and sad a lot, and this is very much about some type of religious comparison, it's bittersweet, but. it brings a feeling of peace, of : i need your love, no matter the shape, as long as it is there. 'so if you won't hold me, i have no objections. so if you won't please me, i make no commands. so if you don't trust me, it's best if i drown.' mmh. feeling me on this ? yes ? thank you

Beyond - Daft Punk this music, the drums and intro, reminds me so much of the anime's big brass focused & happy soundtrack, but it turns into a song about love. how pretty is that ? so pretty. 'it speaks of places never seen, your home's a promise long forgotten, it is the birthplace of your dreams.' i see this song as really the 'beyond love, come alive' of their relationship and how they exist together with the crew, on the ship, in their adventures. it's an understanding, a promise, a dream.

Sometimes I Cry - Chris Stapleton i'm such a fan of this man how is his voice so full of deep emotions, he sings through my soul. this is very much the separation in different islands arc for me, it reeks of loneliness and the more it goes on you can feel the mask of being strong slipping into accepting fully the misery. lovely.

C'mon Baby, Cry - Orville Peck yeah, lots of cowboys, i know. but this one's Different. i love the cheerfullness of it, i feel like it's really about two boys who get each other and one of them wants to help this time. this is more luffy's side of the cowboyness of this playlist in my head, but it cld be either way. the 'i got an hour or so' bit always makes me laugh, it's kind of funny like 'i love you, show me your pain, i'll nurse for a while, then we move.'

Sunlight - Hozier huh stole this one from someone who recced it on tumblr dot com thank you friend you're so real for this choice. there's smthg abt the choir that just gives you that extreme intense feeling of rising above or fighting. the sun metaphor this playlist lacked, from light to flames to pain to death to falling into the sea. ah, beautiful.

This Feeling - Alabama Shakes might as well come out and say this but softly strung guitars are a very zoro&luffy's sound to me, a quiet texture that flows so smoothly you know. i see this song as kind of a look into luffy's heart, of being afraid of being left alone, or having spent a long time alone. it feels simple, going from a hard time to a good time to a fun time, like someone full of trust&love for life wrote this i can feel it. and it's very protective too, you shouldn't take this feeling from him, it's his. his happiness and (to me, in this pl) the quiet understanding of his feelings for his first mate.

Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers happy bright sonnng i didn't lie. 'this punk, the feelin' that you stay for. in time, i want to be your best friend' // 'the world i love, the tears i drop, to be part of the wave, can't stop.' lalala i love this song it's so huge and fast paced, it gives me luffy-brain with zoro running behind and living through the entire world

Fragments of Time - Daft Punk ft Todd Edwards such a cosy nostalgic feeling 'our only plan is to improvise, and its crystal clear that i don't ever want it to end.', such a kind adventure driven song about loving every day and the memories you make with pple you love

anywaysss thats it for now maybe ill add more when i come across a song i feel fits bye thank you have cool day

#pov u are queer aro & lowkey obsessed w zolu #thank u queers for the musical recs you all shared before now that im checking them all out in the zolu tags #cause you guys listen to a lot of diff music from me so im curious #zolu #zoro #luffy #one piece #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #its embarassing to post stuff actually i dont like it idk dont witness this too much ? but i hope if u do u like the songs #spent a stupid amount of time writing&formating this wtf sorry for any typo anyway bye

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out of the first class trio who is the most sensitive one

Well dear anon I think the answer to this is probably all of them.

Genesis: Gen is extremely sensitive and emotional insomuch as he is sensitive to rejection and easily triggered by feelings of inadequacy. I think Gen probably gets triggered emotionally by quite a lot. Anytime his intellect or physical ability is called into question Genesis immediately takes a defensive position.

This mostly comes from being such an emotionally disregulated child. His parents were only ever interested in what Genesis could provide for them in terms of his inventions (which I believe there probably more than just the Apple juice, it’s just that, that is what he’s most famous for.) they didn’t really have time for his outburst and I think that even if Genesis’s Nanny’s were precious too him he still craved his mother and fathers attention.

As an adult he has lost interest in trying to get them to pay attention to him as a person, but his sensitivity to being ignored or rejected rears it’s ugly head in a reminder that he will always be that lonely little boy, who talked too much yet still couldn’t get his mama to look at him.

Angeal: I think Angeal used to be quite a sensitive kiddie. He was certainly the most likely to cry over kittens and movies. The difference is, Angeal was taught how to regulate his emotions. The times when Angeal found himself overwhelmed I believe his father would talk him through it. Angeals father is too big of a crux in Angeals story for me to believe he wasn’t an emotionally open man. I think Angeal learned a lot about being emotionally open and empathetic from his father.

The trouble comes, however, when his father dies. I think Angeal relied a lot on his father to coach him through his more disregulated moments. I think none of the firsts actually have a natural ability to regulate themselves because of the mako and Angeal relied upon his father to be his regulation.

Angeal knows it’s okay to cry, he knows fondness is an okay emotion; that love is what drives us. But his fathers death makes Angeal close off to what he’s been taught because it hurts. In the end Angeals sensitivity and emotional intelligence is what kills him.

He feels too much. Too much honour, too much guilt, too much anger and sorrow.

Sephiroth: arguably Sephiroth is the MOST sensitive of the three. You don’t burn down an entire village and commit mass genocide after finding out you’ve been lied too your entire life because your not emotional. Sephiroth has always been sensitive, he just has a screwy way of showing it.

He’s closed of and snappish. He locks himself away and stops eating. He shuts down. Refuses to verbally respond. Sephiroth emotional is the worst version of himself. And -like Genesis- it’s absolutely his parents fault. Hojo is a bastard of the highest order. In fact bastard isn’t a strong enough word but I don’t wish to be shadow banned. The man abused Sephiroth his entire life, he tortured him into subservience and the people Seph learned how to emote from are not exactly masters in their field.

We know something’s about to go down with Glen. Genesis seems to think hitting people with fire spells is an acceptable way to show affection and Angeals so busy obsessing over honour he confuses friendship with command. Sephiroth has zero healthy remodels for this kind of thing.

The man has abandonment issues, he’s isolated and afraid. Sephiroth is absolutely emotionally unstable and I’d argue he has always been so. I believe it is Shirley Jackson who said “no living organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.” And when your reality is like Sephiroth’s it’s a wonder you haven’t gone mad sooner.

Sorry if this is a little heavy! If you want to ask more or you feel like I haven’t given you the answer you hoped let me know and I’ll try my best!❤️❤️

#ffvii #genesis rapshodos #angeal hewley #sephiroth #sephiroth crescent #crisis core #final fantasy vii #ffviicc #the first class trio #ask #anon ask #anonymous #ask answered #sensitive #first class headcanons #AGS #asg

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pxison · 1 year

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send me 💄 for your muse to cover my muse in lipstick kisses

Anon asked: 💄 with Sora and kid Niji maybe?

Visits by any of the brothers aside from Sanji were few and far between. Typically, their days were filled with the teachings and training their father and family patriarch wished to bestow on his beloved children. However, in this one instance when there was a sizable time gap between training and studying, a certain middle child had taken it upon himself to visit his sickly mother.

And what a surprise it was! The Germa Queen smiled brightly upon her son as Niji approached her bedside with training sword still in hand and the other rubbing almost sheepishly at his little nose. His usual goggles were noticeably missing from his face, perhaps pocketed away as he did not wish to hide his face from his mother when it was just him visiting.

“Oh! Niji! It’s been a while my dear. How have you been?” Words so sweet and in contrast to his father’s demeanor, the child found himself a little taken back. Here his mother sat up straight in the hospital bed she was confined to for the rest of her days and yet still her blue eyes glowed vibrantly of the pure love she held for each of her children. Something Niji hadn’t been quite used to unless it was after executing a maneuver or swordplay perfectly.

Tapping the fake sword at the ground, Niji didn’t know what to say other than a “Good I guess.”. He didn’t know what to feel because there was a void where most positive emotions should be. He knew he loved his mother, but it felt strange and distant as each attempt to heal Sora grew to become.

Smiling softly, the matriarch opens her arms in gesture for her son to come closer, an unspoken request of which Niji easily obliges as small hands grip the edge of the infirmary cot to pull himself up and over the edge to rest numbly in his mother’s arms. The sword was briefly set aside as Sora embraced him and small arms came to respond in kind even if he could not connect to that love Sora expressed so deeply and assuredly. A hand comes up to sweep a soothing palm through blue locks that reminded Sora so much of a tempestuous sea with its waves whipped up in the breeze.

She had grown to love the color even if it was meant to be a golden blonde. “I’m glad. I’m so very glad for that.” Pulling back, there is a thought before with a chiming laugh that had Niji quirking a brow at, Sora lunged forth to begin assaulting her sons face with kisses that would paint pale pink stains across his round cheeks.

At first, the boy struggled against the sudden kiss attack. Sputtering and flailing before finally giving up easily as using any of his modified strength to break away was not even a thought in his mind to do to his sickly mother. He even found himself giggling lightly as hands squashed his cheeks and one last kiss was laid across his forehead.

“I love all of you dearly as you are my precious little seedlings, you understand right Niji?” Noddingly dumbly, Niji simply followed along with what he supposed his mother wanted as a response. “I want you to grow up big and strong for your siblings, my precious little bolt.” Suddenly out of breath, Sora found herself collapsing against the backrest of her bed which made Niji jolt up in slight shock.

“Mom?” “I’m fine, Niji. I hope you can visit again soon enough. I love you.”

Casting one last befuddled look at his mother before descending from the bedside with sword in hand and goggles returned to cover his eyes, Niji would leave the room not knowing that this would be the last he saw her alive.

#Anon #⚡What do you want?⚡Asks - Niji #//Drabble #I'm in pain this was so sweet and yet I just had to with the ending #thank you so much for this Anon

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snnbnny · 2 years

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BAKUSQUAD BOYS AND HOW YOU ALTERED THEIR LIFE

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C/W AND T/W: GN!reader, self worth issues, little superficial in Bakugous but yk,

CHARACTERS: Katsuki Bakugou, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero

A/N: This is my little happy birthday to Mr. Explosion murder, but also my first(made by me and me only) fandom post! hope y'all like it >:}. I would add Mina but honestly I don't know how her life would be altered bc shes an icon who got it goin on. I hope to make much more in the future, for now I wish you aa good day and or night and I love you mwah mwah

Reblogs and such are much appreciated!!!

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Before you, Katsuki Bakugou hadn't put much thought into his future except for being number one hero. Thats all the was important to him, everything else was secondary. He had only a few close friends, his only relationships lasted barely a month on the rare occasion that one even occurred- human relationships weren't really his thing, it got in the way of becoming number one. However, something in him shifted when he saw you, he hated the phrase love at first sight but he couldn't deny that he was ready to grow and change- to value you above becoming number one. You along with what he experienced in life going forward made him realize not only was there more to life, but you were the most precious gift he could have been given. Yeah sometimes he needs to be reminded of that fact- his stubbornness sometimes makes him get wrapped up in his own conquests. You also helped him become kinder, more patient with others, and less hyperfixated with being the best because being the best in your eyes is the only thing he needs.

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For Hanta Sero and Eijiro Kirishima, its pretty similar: you made them truly realize and accept that they were enough. To explain-

Eijiro Kirishima never felt as if he was good enough, strong enough, his quirk was good enough, etc. He worked as hard as he could to be so strong and manly, in hopes to be of some use to those around him. People had tried to get him to understand how amazing and worthy he was, but it took until you entered his life for him to understand that. Something about the praises your gorgeous voice sang, something about how you drank up any physical contact you had with him, something about how your mouth would drool and eyes would sparkle at the sight of him- those made him feel so great inside, but it took until you said the words 'I love you Eiji, I love you no matter what.' That he realized he was good enough, strong enough.

Hanta Sero, especially in high school but even after, always felt like a side character. Like he could never really be a hero or someone important in someone elses life, no matter how much he tried he was always second at best. Whether it was in his hero work or personal life he felt mediocre at best, he worked hard but it never changed. That was until your shinning aura entered his life. Even when you were just friend or talking, you always made Hanta feel wanted and loved- that he was someone genuinely important to you. Whenever you were in the same room or at the same event, you had to be close to the man. You always paid him the most attention, always laughing at his jokes, smiling when he smiled, listening intently to the story about Denki sneezing pea soup because Bakugou said fiddle sticks, etc. When you got together, and when you said that you loved him, god did that make his heart swell. You were the validation he needed most.

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Denki Kaminari was the life of the party, his job was to be the one to make everyone laugh with any joke possible- To him it seemed he was failing if there wasn't smiles on others faces, that his emotions and needs weren't important as long as everyone else was happy. He would let himself be beat down psychologically then make a joke out of it. Even in the beginning of your friendship and relationship he was like that, pretending everything was ok inside as long as you could smile. That was of course until you saw him cry for the first time, it was an accident since you weren't supposed to be there, but your response was immediate. You two spent hours talking, him admitting to you (and kind of himself) that he had all these emotions he was bottling up, that he masks everything with humor. You spent double the time reassuring him and telling him that it wasn't healthy, that you wanted to help him. Which you did. Although Denki is still the known jokester, he makes it known that he is human too and isn't afraid to turn things serious if needed.

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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fratboy!gray having a shy nerdy girlfriend and at a party someone makes fun of her in front of grayson and he goes off on them for hurting his precious girls feelings ://

im a sucker for frat boy gray where he’s such a douche bag to everyone else but has a soft spot his girl 🥺

grayson knew parties weren't your scene, he knew you would much rather be wrapped up in the comfort on your own bed, book in hand and cup of tea steaming away on your bedside table as you escaped reality. quite frankly he would much rather join you than have to suffer another night of drinking, drugs and girls trying it on with him.

he only had eyes for one girl- you, and he made it well known to everyone on campus. you were his girl and you were not to be messed with. however, it seemed some people never understood the message.

after wearing you down and bribing you with kisses and cuddles and wanting to show off his girl to his brothers who had heard so much about you, you reluctantly agreed to attending the party. arriving later than the rest of party goers however, as you needed to finish up an essay that wasn’t due until the following week, but you always needed to be ahead of schedule. it was one of your many traits that made grayson fall even deeper in love with you.

it was your shyness that drew him to you in the first place. a trait you found annoying and often frustrated by, grayson found it endearing and adorable. he loved watching your cheeks flush red with heat whenever he complimented you or told you how much he loved you.

he found your ‘nerdiness’ precious and admirable, encouraging the so called heart throb and popular kid of campus to buckle down and focus more on his studies. he had you to thank, you kept grounded.

you threw on your most comfortable clothes, not one to show off your body or dress to impress anyone, deciding on grayson’s football jersey he had left at your house the night before, black leggings and a pair of vans. you took one last look in the mirror and reminded yourself you were doing this for grayson.

mutpitle texts of ‘im on the way’, ’im here’ and ‘meet me outside?” went unanswered as your boyfriend, who was also the host of the party, was being pulled around the room but fans of him who were desperate for his attention. his eyes constantly flickered over to the door, uninterested in the conversations he was having and waiting for you to arrive and turn his night around for the better.

he was distracted from his conversation with a girl he hadn't even bothered to learn the name off when he spotted a large crowd gather in the hall way. load. his ears were met with unsettling comments being directed towards someone he couldn’t quite see from his spot in the kitchen, making him completely blind to the groups of students surrounded you and making you feel so unwelcome as you anxiously searched the party of the one person who made you feel the safest.

grayson blood boiled as he pushed his way further into the crowd, his shoulders puffed and hands balled to his side when he finally made eye contact with your teary ones. on noticing it was you, being submitted to his own team mates calling you a loser, a nerd, a nobody, something inside grayson switched.

“oh look if it isn't little miss y/n, what's a nobody like you doing here. the library’s across campus, loser,” liam, who you had seen hang around with grayson many times in the school canteen, raised his voice in order to gain the attention of all the students in attendance, wanting to turn as many people against you and make you feel as little as possible. you were an easy target for him to gain popularity.

“you dont belong here.”

“dont you have homework to be doing?”

“what is she even wearing.” you heard some girls dressed in the skimpiest clothes laughing at you.

you stood silent, never one to fight back. you weren't strong enough nor brave enough to defend yourself. a weakness of your was showing emotion and that was always used against you, you let some tears fall, hugging yourself as a sense of protection, which only egged on the bullies to harassing you further.

you might not be brave enough to defend yourself, but your overprotective and extremely pissed boyfriend who was storming his way over, certainly was.

liam backed you into a corner, laughing in your face and watching you cry which only aided to boost his ego. he stunk of alcohol, his breath so close to your eye making you recoil into yourself and whimper out for grayson. liam felt untouchable, until the booming voice of your knight in shining armour stopped in his tracks.

you let out a sigh of relief.

“yo liam!” grayson’s voice overshadowed the music, the herd of students parting like the red sea and watching his every move.

students gasped as grayon aggressively pulled liam’s body away from yours by the collar of his shirt, yanking his boy as far away from you as possible and causing him to stumble back, as grayon quickly stood in front of your and acted like a human shield.

he felt you small, shaky hands grip onto the back of his shirt and hide your face. grayson reached one arm behind and held onto your hip, his fingers soothing over your skin to silently remind you he was there and he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

you were always going to safe with him.

his glare remained firm on liam, who looked just as shocked and scared as the crowd that seemed to grow around you and see what all the fuss was about.many people were more interested in the fact grayson dolan had finally settled down, rather than the fight that may occur.

“gray, he-hey bro! great party,” liam stuttered over his words, but straightened up when he noticed students filming the confrontation. he thrived off attention and he knew the easiest way to get it, was to be an arsehole.

if he pushed grayson’s buttons, he would be seen as a hero and he could finally steal grayson’s popularity he was so hungry for. or so he thought it was that easy.

“you got a problem with my girl?” grayson kept his voice low, eyes stern and his hand on you at all times. his muscles were tense but at the feeling of your body press closer to his, he relaxed a little.

“your girl?” liam spat venom. laughing as he tried to catch a glance of you over grayson shoulder, only to prompt grayson to take a step forward.

“bro, you can do so much better. she’s a los-“

grayson didn’t even give liam enough time to finish his sentence before his fist was colliding with his nose. sending liam down to the floor with one hit, blood dropping down his face as grayson stood over his body, tall and angry.

“don’t you ever speak about her like that again. don’t talk about her, to her, don’t even fucking look at her. if i catch you so much as breathe near her, i’ll fucking end you. ya hear me?”

grayson then proceeded to lifted liam off the floor once again by his shirt and dragged his body outside, throwing him onto the lawn of the frat house before slamming the door in his face and immediately running back to your side.

he returned to you with soft gentle eyes, and a smile that didn’t reach his eyes like you were used to. he instantly pulledyou into his arms and repeatedly apologised for not being there sooner. he held you whist you tried to control your unsteady breathing, your fingers reaching down to cup his bruised fists in your own and kiss each individual knuckle to help sooth the pain he must be feeling.

grayson lifted his other unharmed hand to your cheek, his thumb gently swiping away at the smudged mascara of your under eye. you still looked as beautiful as ever in his eyes. an angel sent down from heaven just for him, he wondered what he did in a past life to get so lucky.

“i love you, baby. dont listen to the opinions of people who dont matter, they don’t know about us. they don’t see you the way i see you. you're the most beautiful, person i’v ever met and i dont want no one else, you hear me?”

“yours. im yours, baby.”

grayson leans in to seal his vows with a kiss. pouring every ounce of love he had for you into it and making sure everybody around saw.

reaching for your hand and dragging you out of the party, grayson lead the pair of you back to your dorm room, where you spend the rest of the night tangled up in your sheets, sharing kisses and whispering i love yous till the sun came up.

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tokoyamisstuff · 3 years

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Scandal Ch. 1 - Loki x Reader

Summary: After your child is born a Frost Giant, your husband accuses you of infidelitiy, unaware about his own heritage...

Warnings: Pregnancy, Childbirth, Angst, Mild Cussing

Noteable: Takes place before Thor 1, Asgardian Fem! Reader

Words: ~1800

I Story Masterlist I General Masterlist I

It was as if your anchestors wanted to deliver a warning, for Asgard had never faced a storm matching this fateful afternoon.

The thunder swallowed all of your screams and cries, every curse you spoke with each contraction as the baby made it’s way into this world. All this time, your precious husband would never leave your side, letting you squeeze his hand as much as you needed.

“Only a little bit more, my Lady!” the midwife shoutet from between your legs, her tone calm yet cheerful. “I can already see the head!”

“I’m right here. You’re doing wonderful, my petal.” Loki was softly petting your hair, pressing a wet kiss into your forehead. “You are incredibly strong, Y/N. And I love you so much!”

Remaining collected was using up all of his energy at that very moment, you knew that much. Yet not even the God of Lies could hide all the helplessness and excitement stirring in his head at that very moment.

Being with the Prince of Asgard was just like in a dream.

Once you get to know him, that troublesome arrogant lone wolf turned into a smart, caring - and especially charming - prince. And hel, Loki treated you like a Queen.

All this pain you were experiencing right now would ultimately lead to the greatest bliss imagineable - just like it was with Loki.

Oh, how dearly you had fought, suffered, yearned for him, only to be rewarded with heartbreak and frustration. In between his feverishly chase for the throne and his rivalry with Thor, there was just no room for a loving relationship to grow.

The crushing weight of thinking himself unworthy for affection had made him cold and bitter over the millenias, telling himself the comforting lie that he was above all, born for a glorious purpose.

For the God of Mischief, whose kinsmen had always made him feel out of place or under-appreciated, the process of trusting had always been one step forward, three steps back.

But through your compassion, and with a great deal of patience and understanding, you slowly but steadily melted the ice around the prince’s heart.

Because deep inside, you always knew that it was worth it.

And today would be the peak of your romance: Your child would forever remind the Odinson that he belonged somewhere - right here, with you.

“It’s a boy!”

“A heir?!” Loki exclaimed, smothering your face in kisses. “Well done!”

You smiled weakly at his excitement, in between choked sobs. All that your exhausted self was able to process was the fact that your child is born - and you already loved him beyond reason.

“Where is he?!” you whimpered, unable to realize how the air in the room had shifted - for when the midwife touched the infant, she began to scream in agony.

“What’s wrong?!” Loki’s eyes were narrowing at the midwife that almost dropped his newborn, detecting some sort of burn wound on her palm. Quickly, she had covered the boy in a towel, aware that if any harm came over that baby, she was to die at the God of Mischief’s hands.

A flash of lightning was brightening the whole room, which had only been flooded by dim candle light until now.

Another one of the midwife’s screeched in terror, almost stumbling as she frantically erscaped your bedchamber. The adrenaline from birth and worry about your child sharpened your senses, yet concentration was almost impossible.

Still, the words she was yelling as she ran down the hall send a shiver down your spine:

“It’s a monster.”

Your head was spinning as you rushed into an upright position, with two nurses pressing you onto the bed again. “Milady, you need to rest! It’s still too early!”

“What is wrong with my child?!?” you desperately screamed, kicking with your legs to free yourself from their hold. “Give it to me!”

Their expressions were too much to bear. Your head was spinning, seeing pity mixing up with disgust and anger in their eyes.

“Enough!” Loki finally broke his own silence, his mind having been occupied with all the horror scenarios one could think about.

Walking up to the midwife carrying the infant, he demanded seeing it. “Your highness, don’t-” yet the midwife’s beg was for naught.

Yes, everything will be alright. Loki will take care of it, like he always does. After all, he’s your savior, your hero, the love of your life...

Gently and insecure, your husband cradled the newborn in his arms - a sight to behold. And the baby’s strong cries assured you that it was at least alive.

However, as soon as he dared to unwrap the towel, revealing it’s face, Loki’s heartbeat completely stopped for a second. His trembling lip began to shake, mouth widely agape as he took in the child’s form.

For a brief moment, his mind was completely blank. All emotion dropped from his face before taking in a complete different demeanour.

“Wha-” you wouldn’t dare ending that sentence when your husband’s furious eyes met yours.

The air was so thick, you thought not even Thor’s hammer could break it. Clearly ritten on Loki’s usual unreadable face were so many emotions at once:

Aversion, fury, incredible sorrow...all directed towards you? The child?

Impossible.

Loki Odinson loved you more than anything in this world, this was the only thing you had always been sure he wasn’t lying about.

“From all the people I expected to betray me...” His voice was hoarse, as if the ache in his heart was wrapping around his throat. “Why did it have to be you?”

You could feel the horrendous aura, a wave of sadness and despair coming from your husband. Seeing him like this was like torture.

“What- what do you mean, darling-”

“Don’t fucking call me that, you harlot!” That was surely not the first time your lover had raised your voice against you - he could be a bit difficult at times, obviously.

But this time was different somehow. It sounded so...ultimate.

And the Loki you knew would never use such harsh words against you!

“Please, I beg of you...just let me see my baby!” Everything was just too much for you, almost to the point of passing out.

And the man did as you pleaded, almost shoving the child into your arms. “There, have your bastard! And make sure to never show your filthy faces to me ever again!”

With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving you with those strange nurses looking at you like you’ve just commited an unforgiveable crime.

There was no use in overthinking this. He’ll come back like he always did. You can work this out, whatever it is - even if you are gonna be mad for a very long time, making such a fuss and then disappearing instead of taking care of you, the mother of his child.

Out of a whim, you decided to finally observe the little being you’ve been waiting for all those months.

A loud gasp escaped your mouth as you realized just why everyone was so worked up about that little boy. Yet the sound you made was solely surprised - not a hint of fear or rejection laced your voice.

It was a beautiful baby boy, little fists balled to the air as if he was searching for the warmth of his parents - though his skin was in the shade of a dark blue. When you dared running your hand over the deep lines and ridges on his body, the stinging pain of frostbite immediately stung your fingertips. His eyes snapped open, looking at you with black irises through red scleras.

You knew the meaning of this, even though you didn’t understand how this was possible: This child was a biological Frost Giant. A small one, but nonetheless.

A curse? Was someone trying to play your family dirty? No. If that was the case, the child wouldn’t also have actual powers together with the appearance.

Just how long have those tears been running down your cheeks in thick streams already? You wouldn’t know.

Only one thing came as clear as daylight to you: You loved this baby, more than anything in this world. And no matter the hardships that came along with it - you would protect him, no matter what!

“He’s magnificent...” you sniffled, pecking some quick kisses onto his small body before the cold could hurt you. “I love you so, so much...!”

Not minding the judging looks of the nurses, let alone wondering about the consequences, resolve was starting to give you new strenght.

The boy got a grasp on your finger, and instead of your skin freezing off as expected, your magic allowed him to the boy to finally disguise itself as one of you. How was this even possible? Well, this is probably the first time something like this ever happened, so no one could prepare you for what to expect with this child.

They all say that birth was an impactful event - but nothing could’ve prepared you for everything that you had to endure on this day.

Yet nothing could’ve stopped you from believing that this child was the greatest blessing that ever came over you.

Now you only had to convince your husband of that very fact...

“Y/N Y/L/N!” the guard wouldn’t even bother adressing you with your full title as his harsh voice woke you up. When had you drifted away into slumber anyway? You were probably way more worn out than you wanted to admit...

Your eyes immediately snapped open, heart skipping a beat until you saw that your son was still sleeping soundly right next to you. Stroking his cheek as he smiled up to you, it almost made you forget about that burdensome situation.

“Hey!” Protectingly, you were holding onto your child for dear life as the guard approached both of you. “I have an important message to deliver!”

You scowled, almost like an animal mother protecting their offsprings with baring teeth, even though you knew in that state you would be completely and utterly helpless. “Why now? What could be more important than the well-being of my child?”

The answer let your blood run cold:

“I am here to announce that Lady Y/N Y/L/N has to face a trial in front of the Allfather. The following crimes she is being accused of: Infidelity, collaboration with the enemy and trying to sneak one of them into our glorious kingdom.”

#Loki #Loki Odinson #Loki x Reader #Loki x You #Loki / Reader #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Friggason #Marvel #Self Ship #Writing #Fanfiction

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ayamturd · 3 years

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end│dreamwastaken

summary: dream was once your everything that you would do anything for; what happens when you finally confront the reality of his manipulation and sadistic destruction?

prompt: “we’re both at fault here, and now we both have to pay the price.”

warnings: descriptive manipulation, a single curse word, angst

pairing: in-game c!dream

a/n: this is my entry for @sleepysoupi‘s 1.8k event! it goes without saying how late i am considering she’s currently working on her 2.0k event, but still a huge congratulatory to her amazing success and obvious, well deserved recognition <33 we love soupi in this household, nothing less of the fact *^*

also i know the prison doesn’t work exactly like how i wrote it, but let’s pretend for the sake of this fic

wc: (1.6k) - m.list

“Don’t do this, y/n.”

The air was sticky and heavy. As the lava bubbled behind you, it felt as if the heat could reach out and smother you entirely; the subtle warmth that felt insufferably suffocating in the tight space was a large contrast to the dark, opaque walls.

Although you stood in front of him by your own desire, habits quickly fell to place as he stood proudly above you. Chin raised, Dream’s shoulders were relaxed while he spoke to you. His words were firm, and with clenched fists, you swallowed harshly from his mocking tone.

You could practically hear his condescending grin without looking in how belittling he addressed you, and you hated how familiar the speech was.

“After all I’ve done for you, and you want to throw it all away?”

Despite all attempts, you unconsciously bowed your head down. Whether in unjustified guilt or the internal rage from his lies, you couldn’t say yourself. He noticed nonetheless, and played into your vulnerability further.

He was the one defenseless in this scenario, yet he held all the power in the small cage between the two of you.

“We made promises! ‘Till the very end, right?!” He began to raise his voice and feigned some form of heartbreak, taking a step dangerously closer to you while you stood there in frozen fear.

Staring harshly down at your feet, the weight of gravity pulled at your tears as they trickled down sparsely. This was different than when you originally confronted him mere hours ago. Here, you were alone and with no backing, no one to reassure you that you did the right thing. That he was a monster that had you blinded for so long.

That you were justified for betraying Dream.

“Don’t play stupid with me now. You can’t act like I did this all alone. That I’m not the only sick fuck in the room who enjoys the-”

“Stop it,” you whispered with closed eyes. While your voice was small, it echoed so loudly and threw Dream off guard. He shook his head and with a dark chuckle, sneered disparagingly.

“You really th-”

Your eyes opened as you unexpectedly interrupted him.

“No. For once in my life, I mean it. Shut your egotistical mouth for one goddamn second.”

Everything was in a frozen stand still as you snapped.

Course tears ran steadily down your cheeks, yet your eyes held more strength than Dream could had ever perceived in that moment. It had been so long since you had lost your voice. Lost your confidence, your fire that drew him in in the first place. It had been so long since you felt like yourself again, the person you once were before he teared you down completely to his mercy.

You swallowed sternly in exposed anxiety; when was the last time you saw his face like this? Saw his face at all, at that.

The molten lava radiated the room, it being the main source of light in contrast to the faint glow of the lanterns built into the walls. When you had originally requested to see him one final time before he was officially locked away for good, you had no idea what you expected to see. You didn’t see anything, actually, since you couldn’t bring yourself to try and meet his eye line the entire time.

Until now.

As the magma shaded the room in a warm shine, his dull eyes gleamed a faded hue of ash green. His dirty blond hair was visible without his signature hoodie, his previous clothes stripped away and replaced with an attired uniform instead. He hid behind a mask for so long, it was surreal to see him as something so mundane and human.

Your mouth felt so dry from seeing him again. He almost looked like when you first laid eyes on him, that beautiful day when you thought you had fallen in love. How nice the sun felt, and how crisp the wind blew. The summer day was fresh and the sweet smell of honey pervaded the air. To think it was by mere chance he approached you in the white flower field, hidden in the depths of the forest with a charming smile and gentle hand.

How cruel reality liked to play with you and give you false hope that such love could truly exist.

The memory brought a smoldering rage that made your heart race in return. Back straight, you dared a step towards him with a quiet, yet firm declaration.

“I’m done making excuses for your lies. For your actions, for the hurt you cause, for you.”

Dream could barely register your words as you continued in growing fury. It was like the floodgates were open and you felt free to speak your truth.

You were riding this new found wave and would hold nothing back anymore.

“I let you get away with so much because I truly believed that I loved you. That my love could fix you, or change what you are.”

You stepped forward again, your finger shakily pointed at him. His mouth opened to respond but you spoke before he could try. You weren’t going to give him anything, you thought, he doesn’t deserve your silence.

“I went against everything I believed!” you suddenly yelled, “everything I stood for, everything I thought because of you!”

Your vision was a blur as your raw emotions came loose. You screamed from the top of your lungs to the point where your voice cracked with a head lifted high.

“I let people get hurt! People I love and care for because I prioritized you over everything I had!”

Another step forward, your voice shook with quivered lips as a result of an ached and long scorned heart.

“To think I used to be so proud to say it, to say you were my everything and my world.” With a trembled exhale, you gathered yourself before finishing your thought. “Maybe I am stupid, but trust me when I say my ignorance was your freedom and my considered love a blind devotion.”

Dream’s face softened considerably, for he was at a loss for words and didn’t have anything to probe at anymore. It was his turn to suffer in a lost acceptance.

“I…”

Shaking your head, you scoffed with your head tilted in disbelief. Smiling darkly, you knew then and there you regained the power of the room and your self-assurance over him. How the turn tables.

“Funny how things change when you have no where to run. When you’re the one helpless and reliant.”

Standing strong with your arms crossed, you stared at him with such distaste. Dream’s brows furrowed with a clench jaw as he stepped even closer to you. He was now mere inches away and glared down at you from his given height. Even then, you wouldn’t back down any longer.

“I do love you, y/n. Everything I did, I did for us. You can’t leave me like this.” He gazed down with such intensity that your past you would have wanted to say something just to appease him entirely; you weren’t that person anymore, and you wouldn’t let him drag you down more than he already has.

Dropping yours arms before stepping back, you messaged Sam without wavering your eye contact from him.

“We’re both at fault here, and now we both have to pay the price of it alone.”

The sounded mechanics from outside the box indicated the lava dropping, signifying the end of your visit. Dream grew agitated at the thought of you leaving and dropped his eyes down in resent, a huge contrast to your relaxed and calm state.

You moved backwards until your back threatened to be burned by the heat.

“Here’s to loosing all those attachments you mentioned.”

Dream’s head snapped up from your words, but before he could attempt anything further, the Netherite divider rose and separated you both. The lava parted as you approached the platform, Sam visible from across the entrapping moat. He watched closely in regard to your safety and anything Dream might try with your back currently turned.

Approaching the stone platform once deemed safe, you turned to face him a final time as the contraption slowly pulled you away. Your chin was raised, and your tears were dry in satisfaction to your found closure.

“You were right,” you affirmed, “we did make promises, and this is our end.”

Bonus:

Tommy had been tormenting Dream for the past few minutes or so, his obnoxious taunts a sign of recovery from all the trauma he had dealt with from his young age. He hid behind his humor, but was strong when confronting his abuser with no uncertainty then.

“Who do you miss the most?”

Dream paused from fiddling with the leather of the book covers from the simple question. His hand began to curl around the thick material, and he drowned out Tommy’s rambling from behind him.

A familiar scent filled his senses, an old and precious memory uncovered from the oppressed depths of his mind. He pulled the book in hand open to a random, but intentional page, his callous fingers tracing over the stained ink.

He wasn’t an artist, and it easily would have been passed for messy, nonsense doodles, yet the drawing practically burned the paper as a reminder of his failed objectives.

The innocent azure bluets insulted him despite being his own creation.

Dream was done playing into Tommy’s confidence, and spoke lowly as his head turned further away from the boy.

“… I think you should go, Tommy."

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x you #dream x reader #dream x you #dream x gn!reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #dreamwastaken x gn!reader #dreamwastaken imagine #dsmp x reader #sleepysoupi 1.8k writing event

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sasa-slayer · 3 years

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Obey me! Brothers x Bipolar! Gn! reader Headcanons

In honor of mental illness awareness month, here are the obey me boys with a bipolar reader! I am a person with Ultradian rapid cycling bipolar condition, and the thought of these demon boys understanding and helping me through my struggles turns me into a happy blob.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of eating disorders, mental illness, self-harm, suicidal thoughts and, and sexual content, though not explicit.

Lucifer:

Helps in the most subtle way out of all the brothers. You won’t even notice unless if you pay close attention, and even then, you don’t see all he does for you.

Spreads out your schoolwork to fit your moods. If you are in a productive mood he might give you a little more to make up for the days where you don't feel good and he lessens your load.

Controls your sugar intake. You might think he’s just being a strict father figure, but sugar can be addictive and make your emotional state more unstable.

So in reality he is looking out for you, he just isn't the best at doing so without looking like the bad guy.

Gives you small gifts to brighten your day. They range anywhere from a key chain to a devildom rose.

Compliments you a lot, though often subtly, and means every single word he says.

Is always surprisingly patient and understanding of your mood swings and will calmly listen and talk to you through it all.

If he sees any scars from cutting, he’ll feel a blow to his pride, though he’ll immediately shake away those thoughts because this isn’t about him.

He’ll confront you about it but won’t pressure you to tell him anything. He tells you it's not something to be ashamed of, it's proof that you survived, and are fighting to live.

He’ll make sure you stop though and comes up with plenty of ways for you to release stress and feel alive without hurting yourself.

Such as singing, sports, art, and playing games with him and his brothers.

Mammon:

Honestly, when your with Mammon you usually end up buying a lot of things on impulse, and he doesn’t try to stop you; however, he always makes sure to help you feel good about your purchase.

Like it’s already done over with, so he’ll make sure you don’t lose any sleep over it, but if it still bugs you, he’s more than willing to pick up a part-time job with you to help you earn back the money you spent.

Experiencing mania and can’t seem to shut up? Never bothers him. He listens and hangs on to your every word with a love-struck look on his face.

Don’t feel like talking? That's alright, he’ll talk twice as much and ramble on about random things while slipping in a few comments about how amazing you are.

Plus he’ll never get angry at you for zoning out while he was talking, he’ll simply repeat what he said; but if you still aren't paying attention, he’ll just stop, grab your hand and smile at you as you both stare at each other in silence.

He is someone who rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

If you ever mention your suicidal thoughts, this boy will instantly panic in the best way possible.

Like he freaks at first, but immediately calms down because he knows how hard it is to open up about such a vulnerable topic.

He’ll listen to everything you say and makes sure you know you can always come to him to talk about these things and how your life is very precious.

Not just to him, but it is precious in itself.

Levithan:

Games with you if you had a stressful day.

You’ll come home and he has prepare junk food and snacks to fit your tastes and cravings, sets up an anime or two, and has your favorite game already on the loading screen.

You both stay up late ranting and getting deep in conversation as you play away at your favorite video games.

He never gets mad at you for raging, even if you squeeze a controller a little too tightly for his liking because he knows he can always replace a controller, but can’t replace the good relationship you have with each other.

He used to get mad about this, but he’s super patient and lenient about it now, and just tries his best to calm you down.

Finds animes with protagonists that have, struggle with, and overcome mental illnesses, or animes with uplifting plots in general; because let’s be honest, animes can help inspire and comfort you.

Makes sure to tell you the possible triggers in things he wants to watch with you and makes sure you’re comfortable with the contents.

Even if you said a trigger didn’t bother you in the past, he’ll still ask because he knows you might not want to watch something with that trigger depending on your mood.

Buys a bunch of plushies, crystals, and fidget toys to help ground you and have something to absent-mindedly play with as you do everyday things.

Satan:

This man respects you so much. He knows how hard it is to control his wrath and he can’t believe you have to control all of your emotions!

He thinks you’re so strong, even when you don’t feel like it, and he admires you for it.

Makes tea and reads to you to help ground and calm you.

Stressed out? Bam! Kava, or Mint tea.

Having trouble sleeping? Bam! Lavender tea.

Having a lot of anxiety and/or all of the above? Bam! Chamomile tea.

Sits and chills with you in his room.

The calm, yet the chaotic atmosphere in his room is just so comforting to be in whenever you’re feeling stressed out.

He takes you bowling to help you release your anger.

There’s just something about throwing a heavy metal ball with all your might that helps release that intense rage.

Makes a conscious effort to never yell at you; because he knows it will (A) aggravate you until you start yelling back at him, (B) make you sad and scared as you tremble, or (C), possibly his least favorite, make you turn indifferent and zone out.

If something does happen and he accidentally raises his voice, he leaves and comes back and apologizes as soon as he has calm down.

Meditates with you regularly, especially before bed. Teaches you breathing techniques, and walks you through them when you are stressed.

Never leaves you alone too long during a depressive episode, because he knows how evil the mind can be and how convincing its lies can sound.

He’ll make sure you never listen to the stupid voice in your head that says your “undeserving”, or “a waste of space”, and other ridiculous lies.

Asmodeous:

Self-care queen.

Feel bad or self-conscious? Be ready to be pampered. You’ll be taking a relaxing bath, be lathered in your favorite scented lotion, and afterward, he’ll do your hair (if you have any that’s long enough to comb/brush), nails, makeup, as he tells you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you.

Always reminds you that the makeup and products he puts on you are just to have fun and enhance the beauty you already have.

Feeling so stressed and overwhelmed you don’t get up out of bed? He’ll do everything to help you. He’ll pick out your outfit, do your hair, wash your face, literally anything that won’t chip his nails.

He’ll not only pick out your outfits based on how good they look but also what will help you feel comfortable in your current mood.

Feeling ugly? He’ll pick clothes that compliment your body type and help you feel confident.

Feeling hot and sexy? He’ll want you to enjoy those good feelings to the fullest, and put together a sharp-looking outfit to fit your style.

Feeling anxious and have a habit of fidgeting? He’ll pick a long sleeve or some gloves so you don’t scratch your wrists, a metal necklace to fiddle with, and some rings to twist and turn.

When you came to him the first time while having a sexual impulse, he was super excited but refused because he noticed you were acting unusual.

He asked about it later and you explained how you sometimes had sexual impulses due to your mental condition.

He immediately asked you what you were comfortable with, and if you were okay with him helping you out during those impulses.

If you said yes, then you better believe you got every single one of your sexual, and affection desires in general, filled.

If you said no, he will respect your decision and promise to never cross your boundaries, but still will always be there for you.

Beelzebub:

This demon makes sure you never overeat or undereat when stressed because he knows how much it’ll upset you later.

At first, he thought it was cute when he saw you come back from RAD and immediately eat a bunch of junk food, but then the next day he saw how much you beat yourself up for it.

He doesn't understand why since the food didn't change anything, much less your beauty, but he doesn't question it too much.

When he sees you stress eating, he’ll let you have a few bites, before he swoops in and finishes all your food.

If you get upset, he’ll pick you up and carry you to your room to cuddle and watch movies. He doesn't like upsetting you, but he knows he has to so you don’t regret your decisions tomorrow.

if you tend to under-eat. This guy will do everything in his power to get you to eat.

He’ll say affirming words to convince you to eat and offer to get/make you anything you want.

He makes sure you eat, even if it's just something small, and hydrate regularly, and rewards you with cuddles and head pats when you do.

Loves to work out with you.

Manic episode? Okay, use that energy and rush to work out and hang with him.

Depressive episode? He’ll take you to work out since he knows working out can make you feel better.

If you don't want to go, he won’t make you and will stay behind to hang out and do whatever you feel like doing; including doing nothing.

Gives the best massages after a stressful day, or any time at all.

Is hesitant to give you massages because he is scared to hurt you, but he never does because he is extra gentle.

Like so gentle it should be impossible with how strong of a demon he is.

Belphegor:

Believe it or not, Belphie is the one who helps you with your sleep cycle.

If you have trouble sleeping at night, then he’ll drag you to the comfort of the attic, surround you with blankets and pillows, and cuddle into you in hopes that he, the literal Avatar of Sloth, can put you to sleep.

If this doesn’t work then he will lay his head in your lap and listen to you talk about whatever you want to, and if you don't want to talk, that's fine too. Belphie just loves being in your presence.

If you struggle with staying awake in the day, then sorry, but he doesn't help you stay awake; however, he will help you get rid of those guilty thoughts.

You get upset at yourself for dozing off? He’ll correct you and say it's completely alright and it’s not your fault.

If you fall asleep somewhere like the planetarium, he’ll pick up your head and place his cow pillow under it.

In exchange for using your lap as a pillow of course.

He’ll cuddle with you and take a nap saying that he’ll help you study or do whatever you need help with tomorrow.

Never snaps his fingers in front of your face when you zone out. He’ll simply nudge you with his shoulder, or just lay his whole body weight on top of you.

Let's you play with and braid his hair when your feeling unstable to help distract you from your overwhelming thoughts and emotions.

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years

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The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 6

Hannibal sits in on a regular conversation between y/n and her family. Y/n insists it could have gone worse.

⚠️Bigass trigger warning⚠️: Verbal abuse, emotional manipulation, blood, mention of alcohol abuse and suicide

Anna lived her life believing that she was the main character, constantly denying personhood to everyone around her. She was the romantic hero, and everyone else existed to forward her plot.

This metaphor was imperfect, however, because in all the books you'd read, the main character must overcome some kind of challenge. Nobody ever said no to Anna. Nobody ever criticized Anna. Nobody but you. So you were pigeonholed into the role of antagonist for it. You had to give her credit; growing up on the receiving end of her and Theresa's torture was a compelling villain origin story.

It was obvious that she only wanted you at her wedding to present her with an obstacle. Heaven forbid her story progress without some semblance of petty drama out of her control. She'd cornered you into a painful catch-22; you wanted vengeance, but you couldn't give her the satisfaction of having her special day ruined. What was your play? Ruin it just a little? Walk away?

These thoughts passed through your mind as you sat through the boring ceremony. You wanted to lean over and whisper everything to Hannibal, but he seemed lost in his own thoughts. The vows seemed to drag on forever. Liam's English accent grated on your ears and you wished that he would just shut the hell up.

The ceremony concluded and you hoped to skip out on the reception with a purse full of mini cannolis, but fate had other plans. In a last-minute reach for some kind of scene, the blushing bride waved you over to the head table.

"[F/N]!" Anna shouted, with a big smile across her face. "Come on!"

You fought the urge to feel endeared by this. She looked too happy to be harmful. Your guard was all the way up as you and Hannibal approached the table.

Hannibal pulled a seat out for you while you studied Anna's expression. She fixed her doe eyes on Hannibal. You knew from experience that Anna had the same powerlust as grandma and Theresa. She was just better at keeping a lid on it.

"[F/N], you remember Liam?" Anna said, her voice brimming with excitement.

"Yeah." You nodded, scooting your chair up. "Nice to see you again, Liam."

"Good to see you again, too [F/N]."

"Liam is from Birmingham." She bragged, her smile somehow growing wider.

"Alabama?" You piped up before taking a drink from your water glass.

Every time you were forced to interact with Liam, she reminded you that the man with the strong and unmistakable English accent, was in fact from England. And every time, you slipped in the Alabama comment. It was never not funny.

"Liam, Anna," you said. "This is my fiance, Dr. Hannibal Lecter."

"Many congratulations to you two." Hannibal offered.

"Dr. Lecter, thank you so much for coming." Anna returned. "And thank you for taking such good care of our precious [F/N]. I hope she's not giving you too much trouble. She was quite a handful growing up, but we made it work."

"Don't flatter yourself, you're only four years older than me." You hide your passive-aggressive jab beneath a smile. "You can't take credit for a job you didn't do."

Grandma always thought Anna's protective, borderline maternal behavior towards you was adorable. Of course, it disgusted you. You were little more than an accessory to her. A baby doll she could simulate motherhood with. But, in fairness to her, that was all you were to the adult in the house too. Monkey see, monkey do.

"So have you two set a date yet?" Grandma interrupted your thoughts, just trying to keep the tension down.

"Goodness, no." Hannibal answered. "Ours is a long-term engagement."

"Yeah." You added. "Not until I finish school."

"Well, it's not my fault you aren't expected to graduate on time." Grandma said into her wine.

You tightened your grip on your water glass. "Well, changing your major halfway through will do that."

"I'm just saying," Grandma continued. Whenever she was 'just saying' anything, you knew she was raring to stir things up. "If you had just stayed the engineering track, you wouldn't have to keep Hannibal waiting."

"Well!" Anna cut in, offended that the attention was off her for more than a minute. "Liam and I waited until after college."

"Yes, Anna," Grandma said dismissively, before turning back to you. "Y'know, Dr. Lecter here could probably tell you that psychologically speaking, women are more likely to drop out of college and become strippers when they change their majors?"

Now it was Hannibal's turn to down his entire glass of wine. "Ms. [L/N], where did you get that information?"

"Oh, it was an article I found on Facebook." Grandma answered. "I'll have [F/N] send you a link."

"Ms. [L/N]," Hannibal cleared his throat. "Are you familiar with the concept of misinformation?"

"Of course." She looked offended at the implication that she could possibly not know something.

"See, social media websites like Facebook are inundated with misinformation campaigns." Hannibal explained. "Your claim is not rooted in any psychological fact."

"Yeah, also," You cut in. You scanned the area for escape routes if your attempt to change the subject went awry. "There's a wonderful documentary about how Facebook misinformation campaigns targeted rural counties in England leading up to the Brexit vote."

"Oh, we have a funny story about Brexit." Anna interrupted, taking the bait, hook line and sinker.

Before she could recount the same boring anecdote about being at some regional chain restaurant when the vote was cast, Theresa and her husband joined the table.

"Sorry we're late," Theresa sat down. "Damage control is a twenty-four hour job. What were we talking about?"

"Misinformation." Liam said.

"Perfect timing." You muttered.

"Finally, all three of my girls are together again." Grandma threw her head back and rejoiced. "When was the last time we all got together? Just us four girls, huh?"

"Remember the day before prom, we all went out go get manicures?" Anna reminisced. "And we took pictures of us all dressed up?"

"Oh I remember." You scanned the area for any alcohol to ingest.

"Oh, this is so funny." Grandma laughed hysterically. "Dr. Lecter, did you hear this story? [F/N] went to the prom with a boy who had all along been using her to get close to Theresa! They got together that night! Dated for two whole years after that."

"I've heard an iteration of it." He said, looking over his shoulder. He flagged down a waiter who was holding a bottle of champagne. "Leave the bottle, please."

"Don't drink too much, [F/N]." Anna scolded. "Save some alcohol for the rest of us."

You made sure to maintain eye contact with her as you filled your flute to capacity. "Grandma's paying, isn't she?"

"Anna, baby," Grandma said, rubbing her temples. "It's fine. Let [F/N] drink herself silly. It's a party, right?"

"Wow," Theresa sneered. You knew exactly what she was going to say next. "Like mother, like daughter."

Everyone at the table had enough decorum to recognize that Theresa went too far. You crushed the champagne flute in your grip, letting shards of glass dig into your skin. You glared at Theresa, blood oozing from your palm and dripping onto the white tablecloth.

Wordlessly, Hannibal removed the offending glass from your hand and swaddled the affected area in a napkin. He put pressure on the cut, letting the blood absorb into the cloth.

"Is this the famed '[L/N] woman telepathy'?" Liam whispered to Anna.

"No, [F/N] is just mad because her mother was a drunk who killed herself." Anna thought she was being inconspicuous.

"This has been fun." You stand up from the table. "Really. Great way to spend a Saturday."

"[F/N], sit down..." Grandma ordered, sounding exhausted. "You know Theresa didn't mean that."

"No." You said, each syllable out of her mouth pushing you a step closer to your breaking point. "Y'know what? No. I don't have to put up with this anymore. Anna, congratulations. I hope you and Liam have many long years together."

You turned around to exit as quietly as you could, Hannibal at your side. Your grandmother, who somehow hadn't hit her daily allotted dose of confrontation, wouldn't have it.

"Dr. Lecter, tell [F/N] she's being unreasonable." Grandma pleaded.

Hannibal raised his eyebrows in genuine surprise. In his long-spanning career, he'd never once met a person as tone-deaf as Beatrice [L/N]. He kept his quiet composure as he slowly approached the table.

"Beatrice," he said, beckoning her to lean in. He whispered something into her ear that left her stunned and quaking.

You could hear your grandmother's hysterical sobs growing softer as Hannibal hurried you out.

"Keep pressure on that cut, love." He instructed, talking over the increasingly loud shouts of agony from the head table. "You'll need a few stitches."

Once you were far enough from the venue, you had to ask. "What on earth did you say to her?"

"Nothing that you don't already know." He answered, facing forward.

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soulmate-game · 3 years

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Useful Part 2

fluff with a little hurt and comfort. If you want answers as to the lack of angst, look through my recent posts for an explanation.

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“Wait, you have a WHAT?” were the first words that the rest of the Gotham-based vigilantes heard when they finally were able to track down where Damian had gone. Dick looked over at Bruce, who was noticeably tense. No surprise there, the man had just found out that he had a second biological child. One who was apparently a superhero already, without his intervention, and also apparently had a tragic background in the League of fucking Assassin Assholes. Not to mention that Damian’s track record with meeting siblings wasn’t great, even if this one wasn’t actually new to him. Nobody had any real fear of Damian relapsing on his no-kill rule, they knew he had matured far too much to be at risk of killing for something as immature as sibling rivalry anymore.

But there was still fear. Because this new Wayne was an Unknown Factor, and as a rule the Bats hated Unknown Factors. And they had no idea what the relationship between the two had been before they had been separated, or what it would become now.

“That wasn’t Damian’s voice,” Dick helpfully pointed out the obvious. Bruce only frowned, doing his best (and failing) to hide his anxiety about what they would find. Silently, the group inched forward to the edge of the abandoned building they were on top of so that they could look over at what was happening. What they saw was a girl, presumably the same one who had been in a ladybug onesie and had fearlessly begun to ask them to leave Paris— until she had laid proper eyes on Robin and fled, that was. That girl was sitting down next to an unmasked Damian, who had his arm around her shoulders and let her lean into his side. He even smirked cheerfully at her question before continuing to speak to her.

“A dragon-bat. I knew you’d love hearing about him, I’ll introduce you when you come visit the Batcave. His name is Goliath,” Damian admitted smugly. Despite the familiar attitude and pride behind his words though, his spying family couldn’t help but notice that he kept periodically rubbing the girl’s (they really needed to find out her name) shoulder in reassurance. None of them missed the tear tracks on both of their faces, or how red the girl’s eyes were. Clearly they had missed something big.

But nobody wanted to try to figure that out yet. This scene was too precious, too breathtaking for them to interrupt just yet. They had never seen Damian this vulnerable around someone outside of their little circle before, someone from the Time Before Bruce, no less. Most of the time, only Nightwing was able to see this side to Damian. And usually the roles were reversed, with Damian being the one consoled. They had never seen him in the position of the comforter before. The pillar of support.

It really cemented just how far he had come.

So they watched silently as the girl flinched, pulling away a bit and hunching in on herself. The laugh she let out was small and overflowing with self-degradation.

“You make it sound as if the rest of your family actually wants me to visit,” she replied sourly. Damian gently cuffed her over the head, frowning.

“Two things,” he held up two fingers from his free hand. “One: They will. They accepted me, and I was— well, you remember how I used to be. Once they actually meet you, and process the fact that there’s another Wayne now, they will bombard you with more welcoming than you will know what to do with. Two: It’s Our family, Marinette. Not mine, ours.”

Well, at least they had a name now. But it seems like they had bigger issues now, like Marinette’s clearly damaged sense of self. Jason and Tim traded knowing glances; it wasn’t hard for them to guess where, or how, she might have been damaged enough to think so lowly of herself.

They watched as Marinette shook her head.

“I don’t know. It’s one thing to try to… to get to know you again. We used to be close before… everything,” she haltingly argued, voice small and frail and uncertain. But she never once looked away from Damian’s eyes, trying to convey as best as she could what she was feeling. “But they’re different. They don’t have any reason to trust or like me, Dami. And I’m bad at, well everything, but especially,” she waved her hands frantically as if indicating the whole situation they were in. “I mean, listen to me! I can barely articulate right now, and I’m talking to someone I’ve known my whole life! I’m a mess. Nobody wants a mess.”

It was Damian’s turn to snort, and he pulled her right back into his side. “Please. If anything, that’s exactly the type of child Father goes looking for. We’re all a mess. Especially Father, trust me.”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better,” she accused suspiciously, but sank into his sideways embrace anyway. Damian chuckled.

“No, I’m being honest. He’s terrible at emotions, not that I really have much room to talk. We all are pretty bad with them. But he’s the most obvious when it comes to that issue,” Damian smirked over at his sister conspiratorially. “For example. He still tries to tell people that he works alone, and pushes people away because he has this intense desire to protect, but doesn’t know how to say “I don’t want you to get hurt, stop worrying me,” so instead he says “Go away, I don’t need you,” only for us to see through that nonsense and remind him that the amount of people in his team is in the double digits already. He doesn’t want to admit he cares about us and is vulnerable—”

“Sounds familiar,” Marinette teased with a watery grin, startling a short laugh from her twin. He nudged her a little roughly (but not to roughly) and playfully glared at her. Marinette just giggled.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he lied with a grin before waving his free hand in dismissal. “Anyway. Another example. He has no idea how to tell a stranger, “hey, I’m your father and I will not reject you. In fact, I’m completely willing to adopt you right this moment and whisk you away to Gotham and relative safety and hire an entire team of therapists to help you and buy you half the world if you asked for it,” so instead he and the rest of our emotionally constipated family just lurks on the edge of a building in broad daylight eavesdropping on us and expects us not to notice.”

“Wait what,” Marinette’s gaze instantly whipped up towards the sky, taking only half a second to locate the aforementioned eavesdroppers. Everyone except Bruce at least had the courtesy to duck down and pretend not to be there when they noticed she had seen them, leaving Batman standing seemingly alone on the concrete roof. Marinette blinked once. Twice. Then turned to Damian. “I’m gonna blame the fact that I didn’t notice them on emotional turmoil, because there is no way I’ve gotten THAT rusty.”

Damian smiled, but didn’t laugh. He knew that was a deflection to try and distract from Marinette’s quickly resurging self-consciousness. Her hands were already trembling again, and the fear from only minutes ago had resurfaced. The insecurity. He could practically see the words “I’m not good enough,” written in her irises.

“You’ll be fine,” he whispered, standing up and pulling her with him. “If anyone has to worry here, it’s me.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Marinette whisper-hissed right back, eyes wide in disbelief and confusion. “You’re— You! Mister Perfect!”

Damian rolled his eyes, and his self-deprecating smirk matched the laugh Marinette had given just a few minutes earlier. “For the League, maybe,” he shrugged. “Never the Wayne family. Which is why I know you’ll be fine. If they put up with everything I’ve done and still call me one of them, they’ll accept you with barely a second thought.”

Marinette’s next argument was cut off by the sound of a dozen soft footfalls stirring up dirt not far ahead of them. The BatClan had landed from the rooftop.

Marinette gulped.

But if there was one thing— one thing she still remembered from her days as Marie Al-Ghul, it was how to fake pride and confidence. She straightened her shoulders automatically, lifted her chin, and pulled away from Damian’s supporting arm around her shoulder. Damian let her.

A little bit of old resentment flared up in him as he saw Batman walk up close enough to comfortably talk with them. Resentment that he no longer held onto, but that had haunted him nearly every night of the first two years he spent with his dad. The realization that maybe his twin was the one that was meant to be a Wayne. Marie had the blue eyes, the compassion, the more specifically detective-oriented mind. The calm head. Sometimes. Marie was exactly who he imagined when he thought of a naturally born member of the BatClan. Stubborn, clever, morally just. She had risked immediate death just because she refused to fight him, for crying out loud. Because she didn’t want to hurt the boy who used to be her best friend. The only ally she had ever had, growing up.

Meanwhile, he still had issues reigning in his anger sometimes. He had too much blood on his hands, he was more of a battlefield tactician than a long-term strategist. Still stubborn, but also completely unaware of the pain he brought others with his words or actions a lot of the time. He used to be such a rage fueled little demon, and thinking about how his sister fit the classic Wayne outline more thoroughly than he did had made him destroy more than a few practice dummies in frustration.

But now, looking at Marinette trying so hard to appear strong and proud when he knew she was still so shattered inside, relief overpowered the old and dull resentment. This was what she needed, he could sense that easily. She, just like him all those years ago, needed Bruce and the others to start to heal her and reforge what the League had badly molded.

“... Marinette, I suppose?” Damian nearly facepalmed at his father’s awkward attempt at a conversation starter. Marinette herself was clearly too keyed up and overthinking things to even register any amusement at the lame attempt, merely nodding with an overly serious expression on her face.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Monsieur Wayne. Or that’s my name nowadays, that is,” She stumbled a little in her response before clenching her fists and forcing herself to continue as calmly as she could muster up. “My birth name was Marie Al-Ghul.”

Bruce’s eyebrows visibly furrowed underneath his cowl. “Was?”

“I…” Marinette finally looked away, shame creeping back onto her face. “I was explicitly told that I was stripped of the Al-Ghul name and would be killed if I ever dared lay claim to it again. So I not-so-legally changed it. And I was later adopted.”

Several sharp gasps or the hiss of breath through teeth bit through the quiet breeze. Nobody was necessarily surprised, Marinette could see it when she looked through her eyelashes and examined the winces and sympathy on the faces of the vigilantes before her. Batman’s shoulders were stiff, as if someone had paralyzed only his shoulder blades.

“And the people who adopted you?” Batman pursued. Marinette couldn’t read his tone very well, but it sounded vaguely angry so she quickly raised her hands in a placating gesture and her eyes widened significantly.

“They’ve been amazing! They don’t know anything about my past, or who raised me, but they are endlessly patient with me. I mean, honestly! Sabine caught me when I was trying to steal one of her gold bracelets in Hong Kong— and I know I’ve never been as good of a combatant as Dami, but I’ve always been better at sleight of hand and stealth so honestly that’s impressive— and she saw my dirty eight-year-old face and for some reason decided, ‘yeah I want this one as my daughter’ and roped Tom right into it and next thing I know they somehow tailed me to my hideout? I still don’t know how the hell they managed that, but Tom had a huge plate of steaming buns and I was so hungry and suddenly it’s two years later and I’m adopted and we’re on a plane to Paris—” Marinette threw up her hands. “I still don’t fully grasp what happened sometimes.”

She belatedly seemed to realize that she had just gone on an entire breathless rant at the speed of sound, and slapped her hands over her mouth before lunging into a deep bow. “I apologize! I spoke horridly out of turn!”

To her surprise though, she was met with a soft laugh instead of a scolding. She jerked in surprise, whipping her head up only to see Batman holding a hand over his chin to hide his large grin. It only took another second for the boys behind him to laugh a lot LESS softly. Nightwing strolled over casually and swung an arm around both her and Damian’s shoulders, playfully nudging her brother with his knee.

“I think she fits right in, don’t you little D?”

“Of course,” Damian scoffed, though his eyes were playful. “She is a Wayne by blood. She ‘fits in’ more than you strays.”

“Dami!” Marinette whipped back to him and puffed out her cheeks. “That was uncalled for!” she barked. Damian held his hands up in surrender.

“Relax,” he said as soothingly as he could manage. “They know I’m joking,” he dropped his hands and a knowing smirk took over his face. “And besides, now you’re relaxed so my plan worked,” Marinette could only blink at that. She… did feel more relaxed, actually. “Also. I told you you’d be accepted easily. They already consider you one of us.”

“Wha— there’s no way—” she frantically looked at each of the older men around her, but each of them just shot her a smile or grin and a short nod. Her shoulders and jaw both fell, and it broke a little of everyone’s heart.

Marinette looked so utterly shocked, bewildered to be accepted as if it was still something profoundly foreign to her. And there was that disbelief in her eyes, that distrust that screamed that she expected some sort of lie here. That told that she thought this would all crumble away at any second. If anyone had any reservations about bringing her into their inner circles, it vanished right that moment. She needed support, or she’d crumble away and they all knew it.

“How about we start by talking about the situation with Hawkmoth?” Red Robin spoke up, walking forward to stand beside Batman. “I assume that’s a little more in your element?”

Damian silently vowed to thank Tim later for that. In a silent, completely anonymous way of course. Couldn’t have Tim thinking they were friends or something now, could he? Marinette instantly straightened up and nodded, her confidence returning with a little more sincerity this time.

“Yeah. Yeah, let me transform again. It’ll be easier to explain.”

—*—*—*—*—*

It was three weeks later, on Marinette’s third now-weekly visit to the Batcave, when the question finally came up. Jason had asked to spar with Marinette for the first time, having seen her in action as Ladybug and wanting to test the girl when she didn’t have superpowers to rely on. Damian hadn’t been down in the cave to warn him, and the result was Jason’s gut sinking as Marinette scrambled as far away from him as she could, eyes wide and chest heaving in the beginnings of a panic attack.

“Shit,” Jason muttered before he quickly knelt down and did his best to talk her down, to calm her until her breathing slowed and her pupils were back to normal. It wasn’t long afterwards that Marinette started hugging herself, refusing to look at him. But he wasn’t going to just back down, he wanted to solve this issue. If even the mere suggestion of a spar was enough to set her off, he needed to figure out why and fix it.

So he carefully lowered himself so he was sitting only a foot away from her, resting his arms across his knees casually.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “Didn’t think it would be a sore subject. That’s on me.”

Marinette just shrugged, but didn’t answer him. She just buried her face in her arms and took a shaky breath.

Jason let the silence linger for a while before trying again. “Does this have to do with certain Asshole Assassins?”

That startled a slightly hysterical bark of laughter from her, and she had to wipe away a few tears when she raised her head and finally turned it in his direction slightly. Not enough for her to be looking at him, but just a subtle turn to show that she was listening and speaking to him. “Yeah.”

“You know, you never told us why you got disowned,” Jason tried to make his words as casual as possible, but wasn’t surprised when Marinette still stiffened and took a sharp breath. He didn’t push. The stage was set, and he’d wait until either she took the opportunity to open up or told him to leave well enough alone. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips, and her foot tapped on the ground a bit. Clear signs of her anxiety around the subject, and Jason’s hopes vanished a little. He would probably have to wait longer for her to be ready to share.

But, to his pleasant surprise, he was wrong. She took another few minutes to gather her thoughts, but she did eventually open up to him.

“I refused to fight Damian,” she admitted. “It was… We were seven. It wasn’t supposed to be a fight to the death, but it was a very important spar. We were using live weaponry, and we were told to fight until we couldn’t anymore. Whoever fell first would be relegated as a mere soldier, and have to fight for status like any other assassin in the League. The winner would officially be named as G— as Ra’s Heir. I didn’t want to fight, because I knew Damian would win but I also knew that it wouldn’t be as easy as Ra’s probably expected if I gave it my all like he wanted. I knew both Damian and I would be heavily injured if I did as he asked, and it wouldn’t be worth it. If I misjudged anything, any single hit, I could have accidentally injured Damian permanently and ruined his worth in Ra’s eyes, and that wasn’t an option. I didn’t care that throwing the fight was as good as giving up my life, because at least I could be sure that Damian kept his. I could make sure that he was treated well, or as well as anyone could hope for in the League anyway. I could, with only a few words, make sure he became indispensable. Ra’s and Talia never liked me as much as Damian anyway, I figured… I figured it was nobody’s loss,” She swallowed heavily, clenching her eyes shut. “I was always just the spare. The extra. Damian was their crown prince, the one with actual value. Even to me. I saw him, and I saw everything I wanted to be. I… I tossed down my weapons and let him stab me, because I figured I owed it to him for being such a failure in comparison to him. That I owed it to him to do everything I could to make things easier for him, since I was just an unnecessary obstacle—” strong arms wrapped around her, and she turned to sob into Jason’s chest as he just silently held her.

“Idiot,” Damian whispered, making Marinette jump. Her twin sat only a few feet away, though only Jason would have known when exactly he had gotten there with them. He shook his head at her. “I never would have gotten as far as I did without you,” he whispered, looking up at the cave ceiling. “You were the only real rival I had. When you left, everything was either too easy or nearly impossible, nothing was the same as trying my best against someone who was just as good as me. And when I got here and met the others, I didn’t think any of them were worthy of taking your position, you know,” he scoffed a bit as he got lost in his memories. “That’s why I hated Tim for so long, I think. He reminded me of you so much that I wanted nothing more than to punch him for daring to replace you—”

“Heh, the Replacement twice over, huh?” Jason joked. Damian chuckled with a small eye roll.

“Plus, he just has a really punchable face,” Damian added, trying to distract from the emotion behind everything he had just admitted. “Part of me thought you were dead. The other part refused to believe that. And seeing Tim and how some of his mannerisms were the same as yours,” Damian shrugged a little. “It stung. Especially that second year, when I started to regret that you never had the chance to come here and join them with me. Meet them with me.”

Marinette sniffled. “... Who are you and what have you done with Dami? He’s never this sappy.”

Damian flicked a pebble at her head with a good natured glare, successfully diffusing the serious air a little. Marinette wouldn’t ever be normal, and it would take a while before she was no longer fragile, but she could get there. Especially now that her bridges with her brother had been mended, and and a whole new family had cropped up to help support her.

She was glad Damian had convinced her to try, again.

#maribat #platonic daminette #sibling daminette #bio!dad au #bio!dad bruce wayne #ml x dc #mlb x dc #Useful

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celeste-clearwater-06 · 3 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you could please write something about how the Fellowship (+ Thorin?) Would help a s/o who's Disabled and Chronically ill. Like she has a lot of symptoms like chronic pain, chronic fatigue, difficulty sleeping, difficulty breathing at times, difficulty walking at times, higher sensitivity to the cold, difficulty talking at times, and anxiety, depression and executive dysfunction?

I've been really struggling with my chronic illnesses lately, namely my Autism, Anxiety, Sleep Apnea, a really bad Overbite, Raynaud's Syndrome, Asthma, etc, so I'd really appreciate an Imagine like this. I have a really weird disorder where one of my legs is longer than the other, and it's been causing me a lot of pain and difficulty walking lately, and people have been bullying me for it a lot too, so I could really use a Comfort Imagine right now. Thanks so much hun!!

It's no problem! I'm glad I can provide some comfort!! For each character, I'll use a specific struggling area, to make it a bit easier!! I hope I got these accurate enough, and of there are any mistakes, feel free to point them out!! You are strong, beautiful and so, so amazing!! Keep being you!! ❤❤

Help (The Fellowship// Thorin x Fem!Reader)

Aragorn (Autism)

Aragorn has known you for a long time, so helping with your autism is not new for him

He's particularly experienced in reading your emotions and meeting your needs, whether it's helping you out of stressful situations or calming you down, he's there 🥺

If there are large and boisterous gatherings in Rivendell, its almost guaranteed that you can become over-stimulated quickly, and Aragorn immediately senses this (spidey senses õoõ)

He's fast to find your hand and give it a gentle squeeze of reassurance

If that doesn't seem to help, he'll instantly stop what he's doing and take you out of the room

If you're someone who prefers lots of space and little physical contact, he is 100% respectful of this and asks if you'll let him touch or hug you (very much gentleman 😌)

If ever you're confronted by someone of importance, Aragorn is right by your side to ease some of the tension

Sometimes there are things you find difficult to say or get out of your system

The king seems to know exactly what it is and will help you out by saying it or asking you simple questions that you can easily answer

And he always reminds you, no matter WHAT

YOU ARE NOT STUPID 😤😡

You may struggle with some parts of your life, but every day, he's constantly telling you that you're very intelligent and kind

His patience is unending and he'll never let you think down on yourself

Overall, Aragorn is always someone and reminding you that it's all going to be okay ❤❤

Legolas (Anxiety)

Most nights, Legolas keeps watch (since elves don't require much sleep) and notices that you jolt awake out of the random

Now, most of the Fellowship notices that you're usually awake and ready to go before anyone else

But Legolas is really the one to address you first

You were a bit nervous to explain, since you didn't want to worry him or the great of the fellowship, amount the other disadvantages you have

He gently encouraged you, and finally, you explained to him your sleep apnea

Yeah, he was very concerned

I mean, his blue eyes widened with terror when you told him that you could basically die in your sleep if you weren't attentive enough 🙃

Legolas, from now on, sleeps directly next to you, or keeps extra careful watch over you at night

Because he could NEVER see his precious mortal friend become injured... Or worse 🥺🥺❤

The other members had noticed a change in his behaviors towards you as well...

Gimli teased him whenever he caught Legolas giving you some extra lembas bread or offered to carry you 👉👈

You really tried to assure Legolas that it wasn't a big deal when you were awake, since you're aware of your breathing situation

But still 😤

Legolas will always bring you comfort and take great care of you, and that will NEVER CHANGE

Because he loves you very much ❤🦋

Frodo (Anxiety)

Frodo is familiar with the feeling of great anxiety, seeing he had a stress-free life while living in the Shire and suddenly was forced to carry a piece of jewelry all the way to giant ass volcano

It's easy for you two to comfort each other and seek refuge in thoughts and feelings ❤

He's not super comfortable with the thought of you having a panic attack though...

Only because he's never had one

It starts to give him a panic attack whenever you have one around him the first time 😳-

Any time you begin to breathe heavy or hyperventilate, halfling boy is hot at your heels, rubbing your back and reminding you to breathe gently

(So many hugs, if you're up for it)

After you calm down, he's constantly checking on you, asking if you need anything etc.

Really, he just wants to know if he can help 🥺

And even with the weight and stress of carrying the ring, Frodo manages to cheer you up somehow

Samwise (Asthma)

Sam has never had to deal with asthma once in his life

He's very nervous when the subject is brought, afraid it might trigger something inside of you 🥺👉👈

But you just chuckle, assure him that it's alright, and you have ways of keeping it under control

And now, he wants to know everything about it, just to have the awareness in case something happens

Sam just wants to protect you forever, and this was a great way for him to start

He constantly reminds Aragorn that you'll need breathing breaks and will convince Gandalf to let you ride on his horse

He'll scold Pip and Merry if they are trying to drag you around and be silly, because as he says

"You'll rouse him/her/them up! We can't have Y/N gettin injured!" 🤨😠

Sam is MOM

As always, he's very kind and always makes sure your needs are met ❤🥺

Pippin and Merry (Raynaud's Syndrome)

Very confused halfings 🤔

Also extremely concerned!

You were eating one of the lesser pleasurable nights

It was cold and rainy, and a fire couldn't be started, not to mention the quiet arguments of Aragorn and Gandalf in the nearby woods

And Pip's eyes widened when he saw the tips of your petite fingers begin to pale upon hearing Aragorn mention Orcs

"What's wrong with your hands?!" He squeaked, pointing towards your now white-colored fingertips

You hadn't even noticed, nor felt, considering they were numb anyways

Merry looked over his cousin's shoulder and his eyes also widened, not with fright, but wonder

They were both fascinated with your condition, convinced that you were casting some spell Gandalf showed you

Although you reassured them it was just an extremely frustrating inconvenience that you had, among other things

So from then on, the disastrobus duo did their best to keep you out of the cold (and stressful situations!!)

As a distraction, the pair will tell you great stories of the shire, doing little dances and skits that always cheer you up 🥴

Sometimes, they can be a little rambunctious though...

Merry will pick up on this fact quickly, and nudge Pippin to get him to calm down

Even though it may not feel the best

They find your syndrome absolutely fascinating!! 🤔🤔

All in all, these two are always up for keeping your beautiful smile on your face and your spirits high!! ❤🌺

Boromir (Depression)

Throughout the journey, Boromir has always found an easy way to make you smile

After all, he himself has a fascinating way of brightening anyone's spirits

Yours included ❤

Boromir may not have great stories from The Shire, like Pip and Merry, but he sure has a lot of positive things to say

He'll often suggest sparring with the two troublemaking halflings, just so you can see him goof up and get knocked over 🥺

If the nights become cold and weary, he'll give you a warm hug or a nudge on the shoulder

And a few words of helpful encouragement along the lines of;

"Don't fret Y/N. You have more strength than you'll ever know."

"Let our spirits never dampen! We've come this far!" 😊

He's also an incredible listener

Boromir wants to hear what you have to say if you ever need to rant or get something off of your chest

And don't think for a second that he would ever judge you 😤

Son of Gondor sees past all of your insecurities and knows you for your beautiful, amazing self ❤❤

Gimli (Walking disadvantages)

As you travel across great plains and mountains, your limp doesn't go unnoticed by Gimli

It may take him a while to open up about it, since he's afraid he might offend you in some way

And once he asks you, you inform him that it's a difficulty that unfortunately cannot be changed any time soon

And where you come from, lots of people tease and bully you about it

He did NOT handle it well 😳

"wHAT BLUBBERING DULL-MINDED PIGNUTS-" 🤬

Although this Dwarf is short and a bit slow at times

He's fascinatingly strong 😳

And so, he makes it his duty to be your designated carrier 🥺

At first, your a tad skeptical...

I mean, he's only around 4 feet tall...

BUT HAVE YOU SEEN HIM THROW THAT HUGE AX AROUND?!

Gimli will happily carry you great distances when you need a break, and even longer

(Sometimes it's just to show off around the others-)

"Gimli, are you sure you don't want a break?"

"Aye lass! The strength of Dwarves is unending!" 😌

*struggling to breathe*

11/10, fantastic dwarf, will never let you down!!

Thorin (Executive Dysfunction)

Another Dwarf??

Absolutely

Thorin himself has trouble keeping composure with his time management (and sense of direction 🙄)

This means that he'll have an undying amount of patience for you and you only

There's just something about you that he fond of, and it fills in that little sassy, brooding place in his heart

Can also relate to you whenever you grow frustrated at the setback of your journey or lack of sleep

Is 100% willing to help you find your lost belongings (and once again, ONLY YOU)

Thorin will literally make the whole traveling party stop so that you can put something in your bag and make sure that you put it somewhere you'll remember

Always happy to give you extra gentle reminders of keeping your pack closed

The company is utterly SHOCKED with how he treats you

I mean, this man has always been extremely stubborn and hard headed

But when you show up, it's another person he can easily relate and share frustrations with

Also a master at organization?!? 🤔

The one thing he could do successfully was organizing the damn journey and traveling company, so ofc he's gonna be good at that 😂

Yeah, Thorin definitely has a soft spot for you

King under the mountain will never run out of patience and kindness for you 😌💙

Sorry these took so long!! I hope you like them!! ❤❤

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jvnluvr · 3 years

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my genshin relationship headcannons!

featuring: xiao, diluc, kaeya, & zhongli! (reader doesn’t have a specified gender, you can decide that for yourself :)

spoilers are mentioned during zhongli headcannons!! please do not read if you have not completed the archon quests for liyue.

author’s note: i really wrote this more for myself but i decided to post it anyway to share it with all of you. reminder: these are just my headcannons. you might think differently of them and that’s your opinion. anyways, please enjoy this piece of fluff! if you want me to write headcannons for any other male character, please ask and i’ll try my best. i’m going to make this a series :)

• xiao doesn’t understand the concept of love. but he does find it terrifying. how could two humans share that bond? when he realizes that he feels more than just nothing when he’s with you, he freaks out. he’s not himself, and you start to take notice of that.

• when these feelings for you start to emerge, he’s washed over with an overwhelming feeling of protectiveness. over you. he feels the need to protect you, even when his brain knows your completely fine. you know how to fight after all.

• he can’t help it, however. xiao will always ask you to leave the fighting to him, because there’s this one little voice stuck at the back in his mind that tells him that something bad will happen to you. when he realizes you mean more to him, he just can’t afford to lose you. not when he’s lost everyone else.

• “let me protect you, please?” he feels a bit embarrassed asking this, but he’s very serious about it. he’s always there when you are fighting. he wants to help you. and he usually never wants anything to do with humans. because he’s afraid to hurt them. but he’s more afraid to hurt you. you’re so precious to him, more than anything he has ever encountered as an adepti.

• when he confesses, it’s not even a confession. xiao doesn’t know how to love. cut him some slack. he would probably say something like; “let’s be together.” i don’t know. you don’t know how to comprehend what he just said. you guys are already together? like literally. but when you ask the meaning behind his works, he gets all flustered. “how do you not understand? love, that word. that’s what i feel for you.... stupid.”

• after he confesses, and you guys are together, be ready to take it slow. xiao is new to all of this, and most of the time won’t understand the gestures of affection you provide to him. but later into the relationship, he realizes his love language is indeed physical touch, both receiving and giving. he secretly loves it when you cup his face with both of your hands. it makes him feel relaxed. for giving, he likes holding your hands or giving you head pats.

• there’s a certain fondness that forms when he holds hands with you. it’s warm, a feeling that xiao isn’t used to, because all he has felt is the cold. if you don’t touch him for a while, he gets upset, but more so confused. why did you stop? did you not like it, or are you scared to touch him. surprisingly, he would approach you about it. “why are you being distant? did i do something to upset you?” he cares about your feelings, so he asks with caution. when you hear this, your face betrays you as you start to smile widely. now xiao would be both flustered and confused. “hey! why are you smiling that? dumbass, you find this funny, don’t you?” you can’t help but laugh after that. poor boy needs his daily affection and physical touch, don’t forget to give it to him.

• when xiao calls you, he would always call you by his name. he didn’t understand nicknames of affection in a relationship, so one day when you call him with such, he’s confused. “are you calling me? why did you call me like that?” you get flustered and try to brush it off, but he grabs you and you can see the blush dusting his face. “i like that, can you do it more often?” he’s quiet about it, but you never the less agree. he also picks up on it and often calls you by saying ‘love’ or ‘sweetheart.’ of course, these names are reserved for when the two of you are in private.

• dates with xiao would be a rare occurrence. as much as he loves to spend time with you, he has his own duties and he can’t abandon them. this is one thing you have to understand if you were to be in a relationship with xiao. he can’t have you clinging onto him all the time when he has things he needs to fulfil. when you guys do get to spend some time together, it would be exploring out in the wild. i think xiao finds this very comforting. it’s nice to see the world when it’s not in chaos. you both would walk hand in hand, probably picking some qingxins and mist flowers. and i could definitely see you both just watching the sunset from the balcony at wangshu inn.

• xiao needs to sleep with you every night. he has nightmares quite often, and your presence subdues those nightmares. if you don’t sleep with him for one night or more, his nightmares get worse, sometimes involving you in them. this causes him to become more overprotective. there would be a night where it got so bad that he started crying. it was just a couple of tears, but the sight genuinely broke your heart into pieces. he didn’t know himself as to why he was crying. he should be used to this, and more importantly, he let himself become vulnerable in front of you, xiao had this perception that he wouldn’t allow you to see him like this, but after he said that to you, it’s safe to say that you both had a long talk that night. after this incident, he allows himself to express his feelings more to you.

• overall, your relationship with xiao really changes him. and i mean in a good way. he’s learned to become more expressive with his feelings and he’s found love. even way later into your relationship, it still baffles him how he found someone like you. on your end, you’ve learned to be more calm and understanding. it would be amazing to be able to experience a relationship like this with xiao. he’s more than happy to stay with you for the rest of your life.

• a relationship with diluc would seem impossible at first. he’s always so busy with work, and he seems to ignore basically everyone. diluc thinks that social interaction is a waste of time. people don’t understand him, and it would be a waste to try and explain why he is the way he is. not that he really needs to though. the only way i could see a relationship happening between you two is if he sees you fighting or if he saves you during a battle.

• if he sees you fighting, he takes notice of your skills. he’s fascinated to say the least. once you finish off, you see him gazing at you from afar. you get nervous, because diluc is staring at you with such an intimidating stare. in that moment, you don’t realize that it’s his usual face. so you start to walk towards him. he sees and he also gets nervous so he just stands there awkwardly. (he thinks he looks awkward, but really, he’s just crossing his arms.) when you get close to him, he suddenly mutters out, “um, your fighting skills are good.” you just stop dead in your tracks and start blushing because you didn’t expect him to compliment you. so you just a utter a small thanks and dash away from him. he thinks that he scared you off, so he gets angry with himself.

• if he saves you during a battle, i can see it being very romantic. it’s a big battle, and the enemies just keep coming, your body is starting to give up on you, and you have dozens of scratches on you. since your so tired, you lose track of your surroundings and get a deep gash somewhere on your body and you fall limp. diluc is just ‘passing by’ and he senses the hillchurls and mages so he runs in your direction. when diluc sees you all helpless, struggling to fight off the mages, he’s filled with a strong fighting urge. he takes out his claymore and finishes off the rest of the enemies for you. you find yourself leaning against a tree in order to get a grip, but diluc just carries you all the way back to monstadt. like casually. you pass out midway through the trip and you wake up feeling all warm and in a nicely lit room. but as you try to get up, you’re pushed back down by someone. you look to your side to see diluc sitting in a chair. mans been taking care of you the whole time you were unconscious.

• when he realizes he has developed feelings for you, he tries to push them away. he tries to convince himself that he doesn’t want it, that it will be a waste of time. really, he’s just trying to list out all the bad things. but as it keeps piling up, soon it’s starts to spills. and all of his feelings and emotions spill fast. he tells you quite early on that he likes you, but you happily accept and reciprocate his love. from then on, diluc completely changed his demeanor around you.

• nicknames with diluc would be also be reserved for when you two are behind closed doors. he wouldn’t want someone like kaeya hearing him say such things. he’s not embarrassed about your relationship, but he hates how kaeya or anyone else will keep nagging at him for it. but he calls you so gently with the sweetest names. i personally think he would use ‘darling’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘my love’, or ‘my little dove.’ i think diluc would appreciate small compliments like calling him handsome or something of that sort. he gets very flustered when you call him by an endearing nickname. not to say he hates it though.

• diluc loves kissing you. of course, he wouldn’t allow himself to do so in public, but when the two of you are alone, he gives your forehead kisses and kisses on the cheek because he can’t help but find you so adorable. he gives short kisses to your fingers because he finds them so soft. compared to his rough hands from handling a claymore, he loves the feeling of your hands. vice versa, you love how warm diluc’s hands are. this is expected, handling a pyro vision, diluc always keeps you warm, especially when the two of you explore dragonspine together. he secretly adores it when you come to him when you feel cold, and he’s more than happy to warm you up.

• diluc is an amazing chef, and no, i do not take criticism on this. i believe that diluc would have picked up his culinary skills from his father when he was younger. and even now, working in the wine industry, he had decided to keep learning. so diluc would always cook you meals, whether it be after a long night of expeditions or early in the morning. it’s quite the sight to see, when you go downstairs into the kitchen to see him making lots of delicious dishes.

• since diluc is so busy, dates would most likely never happen. even if he is free, he doesn’t see the point in going out. so instead, dates would be at home. it would include snuggling together on the couch watching movies, or making things together, and this could be anything you want it to be. on very rare occasions, and i mean very rare, diluc tells you to get dressed up because he’s taking you out for dinner. in all honesty, he probably feels a little bad that he doesn’t take you anywhere, so he tries to compromise.

• diluc loves it when you lay your head in his lap and vice versa. he enjoys combing through your hair with his fingers, no matter the length. he also like doing your hair, whether it be braiding it or adding any accessory into it, including flowers!! you guys would definitely make flower crowns for each other. he diluc likes it when you play with his hair because it makes him feel warm and comforted. he sometimes just takes your hand and puts it against his hair because he wants you to run your fingers through it. you can’t help but slightly giggle when he does so.

• diluc can be very overprotective and controlling. he doesn’t want to cage you or restrict your freedom, truly. but he is quite terrified of what could happen to you out there. he has already suffered the consequences of this cruel world, right in front of his own eyes. he doesn’t want to lose someone who means so much to him, not again. this would be the main reason you two argue, but you both understand each other’s point of view so you make a compromise.

• all in all, diluc is so in love with you and it’s an amazing experience. you both take comfort in each other’s presence and it really shows diluc that it’s okay to not be so vigilant and distant. he melts around you, so please, just give him the love he has long been yearning, and you will find yourself in many interesting and surprising situations.

• beginning a relationship with kaeya would be so unexpected. he’s not looking for love, he’s merely there just to live his life. i believe that kaeya thinks that love is not meant for him. kaeya is the type to self sabotage his own relationship, intentionally. he doesn’t mean to hurt the other person, but he doesn’t want them to love him, so he makes them hate him. he’s fine with it, simply because he’s not up for that. when you come into the picture, he goes through a rollercoaster of emotions, and he does try to fight it off. but of course, everything does come crumbling down eventually.

• how do you and kaeya meet? it’s a meeting at the tavern, one kaeya somehow remembers well, despite being drunk. you’re just sitting there, but he’s across the room, sitting there and thinking how you are indeed the prettiest thing he has laid his eyes on. does that make him go over there and start flirting with you? absolutely not. he knows all too well about how it’s gonna play out. so he keeps drinking. you however, take notice of the drunken man. his gaze is not at all subtle, so you decided to make the first move.

• he’s taken aback to say the last. he didn’t expect one to just casually walk up to someone who’s in the knight’s of favonius. you ask him what he’s doing getting all wasted when he clearly has work to do, but he merely responds with; “none of your business.” kaeya doesn’t mean to be so rash, but he knows the outcome. you persist however, and that’s what catches him. he finds himself indulging in the conversation, and it doesn’t matter how much he wants to resist doing it, he can’t help but learn more and more about you.

• he plays hard to get. you would think it would be kaeya who goes after his partner, but it is quite indeed the opposite. you don’t mind the challenge though, in fact, it makes you want him all together even more. he eventually grows more and more fond of you, and he confesses behind the closed doors of his office. it’s a rare sight, kaeya blushing profusely as he pours out his feelings. of course, you happily accept, and from then on things change for the better.

• ah, a relationship with kaeya. where do we begin? since you two met at a tavern, it’s only fitting if you two go to said tavern together. it depends on you, if you’re a heavy drinker like him, he would gladly enjoy the two of you getting wasted together. if you aren’t the type to drink, he really pays no mind. he still takes you out with him anyways. one could call it a date of sorts. he would also offer that you could come along with him on expeditions, missions, or other affairs. this however, is only if you bear a vision.

• this brings me to my next point, and it is that kaeya, just like his brother, is very protective of you. it shows in the way he always brings you along with him, wherever he goes. he’s already lose his family, and even though diluc is still there, their bond is distant. he already let his walls down around you, so another person who he cares for deeply leaving him might just absolutely shatter him in the worst way possible. of course, he doesn’t wanna cage you freedom, that is never his intention. but sometimes he can’t help but lash out at you. and at those times, it can get pretty serious. he always sincerely apologizes for his actions.

• kaeya is such a flirt, and it’s canon. the spark in your relationship would never fade because this cheeky man is always spewing compliments at you, one after another. he enjoys it so much, it’s written all over his face. and he especially does it in public. a man is trying to flirt with you? well kaeya is there to steal the show. all you can do is giggle and play along because it’s just so fun. he loves to see your face light up in happiness which is why he keeps doing it.

• it’s no hidden fact that kaeya is a captain for the knight’s of favonius. if you see where i’m going with this, kaeya is a busy man. and he hates it. trust me, he much rather be getting drunk in diluc’s tavern or doing absolutely anything instead of working. but he has to do his job, so he’s gone more often then you would think. of course, he much rather be with the love of his life, but duties still call his name. he tries to make your time together very memorable, whether it be doing something crazy or something small. kaeya’s actions speak a lot to you and he always tries to finish whatever he has on his list as fast as possible just to be able to see you again. <3

• this man loves learning about you. the more you tell him, the more fascinated he is. kaeya finds everything about you, your past, your personality, everything so intriguing. he could just sit there and watch you talk for hours because you just look so adorable talking about yourself. if you see yourself rambling a lot, you might apologize for talking so much, but what does kaeya do? this man will just kiss you and tell you: “keep going darling.” even if you try to keep talking, you just keep getting flustered, stumbling over your words and kaeya just starts to laugh at you being an adorable mess. and then he’ll kiss you some more. wholesome moments. <3

• he loves seeing you in his clothes!! definitely the type to purposely leave his clothes out just so you can steal them. he’ll sometimes let you take his jacket, just to see how good you’ll look wearing it. if you don’t get the hint, he’ll straight up tell you to get your ass in his shirts. you shouldn’t even complain. kaeya has an amazing scent to him, so just relax and drown in it. if you could design clothes he would love to wear some pieces you could make! he’s so in love with you please send some help.

• all in all, kaeya would die for you. he loves you so much and he always remind you of it in his own special ways. he never thought it was possible to love someone this much, but here you are. be patient with him, love with him, do everything with him, it’s amazing to see what you two can do together.

• zhongli would be the best partner. he has experience, and he takes the relationship slow. this is because he wants to learn about you. he wants to take the time and see what your likes and dislikes are. zhongli is so genuinely in love with you. you get flustered when he asks sometimes but he just doesn’t understand why you feel that way. “i just want to get to know you better, my dear.”

• zhongli would take notice of you strolling around the harbor. he has a lot of free time of his hands, and it doesn’t take him long to notice how you sit nearby the flowers or helping the people around you. he would invite you for a small chat with tea, and you would simply melt at his gentleness. these occasional gatherings would become more frequent, and he would become closer to you, eventually developing feelings for you. you couldn’t help but share them back.

• zhongli addresses you so endearingly it makes me burst into tears. he would definitely call you ‘my dear/dearest’, ‘my love’, or ‘darling’. it’s always said in a gentle voice, that you have to turn your head towards him. he doesn’t mind calling you affectionately in public, but he does ask for your permission. if you agree, he says in a quiet voice in public, usually when he’s worried about losing you in the crowd. if you aren’t quite familiar with such names, he would reserve them for when the two of you are with close acquaintances.

• zhongli loves holding hands with you. chances are, his hands are quite larger in comparison to yours. (even if your hands are bigger, he loves them the same.) he loves feeling the warmth of intertwined hands. he’ll hold your hand everywhere, it’s kind of how he shows his protectiveness over you. also expect a lot of headpats. it’s a habit he’s developed from dealing with people younger then him. (ahem.. hu tao..)

• further into your relationship, zhongli would come clean about being the geo archon. he trusts you, and he doesn’t want to hide anything from you, otherwise it slowly eats at him until he finally gives up and confesses. the way you take this information can have an effect on your relationship. he trusts you, but if you betray that trust, and start to reveal his secret, he will have no choice but to ‘take care of you.’

• dates with zhongli are very.. informative. the guy will keep talking about anything honestly. it’s an old habit, but you don’t mind. it’s relaxing to hear him ramble about such topics. he notices that when he gets carried away in his story, you’re sitting there staring at him with a soft smile. he gets nervous, but that doesn’t mean he loses him composure. expect for the two of you to stroll around liyue harbor or the guili plains. the date will mostly just consist of grasping the scenery of liyue or maybe eating out in a restaurant. it will most likely be in a private setting, since he is so well known in the harbor, he doesn’t want anyone interrupting while he’s with his partner.

• but more than anything, zhongli loves staying at home. like diluc, he will show his affectionate manners in the comfort of your house. it’s adorable, really. the saying “actions speak louder than words” really sticks by zhongli. he’ll show his love for you in many ways, no matter if it’s cooking a meal for you, helping you with chores, or just sitting together in each other’s presence. you both discover new things together, and it really does warm zhongli’s heart.

• he never wants to see you upset. no lover would want this, but it hits zhongli in a different way. if he sees even a little tear forming, he gets very worried. zhongli always wants you to be happy, as cheesy as it sounds. if you are quite sensitive or cry quite a bit, it’s no need to worry. zhongli will always be there to wipe your tears away and comfort you. i can imagine during night if you were to breakdown and cry, he would just take you in his arms and cradle you, telling you that you’re so strong fot pushing on: “you’re okay my love, shh i’m here for you. i’m always gonna be here.” i’m crying oh god. never be afraid to let your emotions show around him, he’s always gonna be there.

• zhongli carries a lot of burdens. being the oldest out of the archons, he has quite legitimately seen everything. it’s painful to live with the thought of having slaughtered thousands, maybe millions of people. being with you subdues that burn by a good amount. if anything, he learns to be forgiving from you. not only to other people, but also to himself. he’s also learned to not be so uptight with everything, since it’s quite hard for him to let his guard down around people.

• truthfully, zhongli would have never thought it was possible for him to love someone as much as he loves you. even if he knows you will soon leave him, it’s overshadowed by the love he holds for you. zhongli is a very intimate lover once you get to know him, so during your relationship things are always lively.

#genshin impact xiao #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact zhongli #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons

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sneezefiction · 4 years

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soft nekoma sleepover

Nekoma x Reader - Sleepover Headcanons

a/n: the Nekoma portion of my soft sleepover series :,,) my friends and i have had rough weeks so far and i thought this would be a sweeter way to cope <33

warnings: none!

wc: 1280

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you’ve always been such a strong person

whether you’d had a rough week full of assignments and exams or there was tension with your family/friends, you would always manage to hold your head up high and push through it all with a convincing smile on your face

but this past week finally pushed you over your limits

as you walked into Nekoma’s volleyball practice that Friday afternoon, manager’s clipboard in hand, you tried to keep up your usual peppy expression on

...but the smile refuses to reach your eyes

Yaku greets you warmly, expecting a big grin and a soft hug from you, but all you could do was ruffle his hair and walk quickly to your seat, holding in tears of frustration

this threw him for a loop and Yaku definitely asks you what’s wrong and if Lev did anything to upset you because, and i quote,

“I will fight him right here, right now. Just say the word.”

you just shake your head and stand up to give him a quick, wordless hug, which only leaves him more confused?? because he wants to fix this and you’re being really quiet??

Kenma then notices your gloomy presence and mentions it to Kuroo who’s eyes snapped your way quizzically

you were clearly upset and, if they weren’t completely mistaken, you looked like you’d been… crying?

Kuroo wasn’t having it at all bc you, of all people, deserve to be happy & smiling

he calls the boys in for a huddle but Kuroo asks you to wait on the bench with that trademark sneaky smile on his face

as they all converse, you see heads pop up and turn around to glance at you, Lev and Yamamoto’s concerned expressions making it obvious that you were the topic of conversation

it became clear that, even without words, your misery hadn’t escaped them… you couldn’t decide whether it was a blessing or a curse

“Alright!” Kuroo’s volume gains your attention

everyone turns to you and you feel as though you’re shrinking under their gazes

“We have a proposition for you, Y/n…” Kenma explains quietly

“More like a demand, but whatever you say Kenma.” Kuroo cuts in, with a slight drawl

“How about you come over to my place tonight? We’ve not had a team sleepover since our last training camp and none of us are busy tonight.” the quiet setter finishes

Kenma sounds reluctant, his eyes shifting from the floor to the wall, avoiding your gaze as much as possible

yet one glance over to you reminds him why he’s offering up his precious Friday night

a real smile graces your previously downcast face, which makes all the boys go silent in awe of what a simple sleepover suggestion could do

now cut to Kenma’s house where he has two consoles of Mario Kart already set up bc it’s the only game that everyone on the team knows how to play

you get there last, much to your own dismay, because you had hoped to feel more settled before interacting with all of the boys again

just before you walked in, Inuoka made sure that everyone was smiling, welcoming, and that there’d be no fights (@ Yaku)

and the team agreed that tonight was all about you: their precious manager who really needed some encouragement and fun in their life

the moment you set foot inside, you’re met with cheery faces, bowls of popcorn, “cards against humanity” on the table, and a spot on the sofa (that you have to assume is meant just for you)

everybody looks SO DAMN COMFY:

Kai, Kuroo, Lev and Fukunaga are in name brand sweatpants and soft t-shirts, Shibayama, Inuoka, and Yaku are in clean workout shorts, Kenma is in a trendy sweatshirt and the rest of him is covered by a weighted blanket, and Yamamoto & Teshiro are in their volleyball uniforms from earlier (ew)

you get a quick nod and a brief smile from Kenma (basically Kenma was never meant to be a Professional Host™), but the rest of the boys are ✨Beaming✨ as you look them over

and your heart swells because this is exactly what you needed. to be in the presence of these sweet, granted kinda sweaty, guys where there were no goals or deadlines to be met

Kuroo’s grin quickly catches your eye and he pats the open couch seat next to him

and conversations take off smoothly and sweetly, the airspace full of friendly taunts, crude jokes, and screams from Lev’s being hit by 3 blue shells in a single game of Mario Kart

after several hours of you beating their asses with Princess Peach on Rainbow Road, everyone ends up splayed out across each other for the sake of comfort

your head found its way to Kuroo’s lap (the two of you being both third years, classmates, and close friends) and his hands move to give you a much needed scalp massage

you feel the weight of the world melt off your shoulders. it’s like one night was all you needed to clear your head and at least help you back onto your feet

with your legs dangling off the arm of the couch, Kuroo’s hand now just gently stroking your arm, you decide to thank them for tonight as best you could, because you’ve not felt this happy in what seems like months

“I just want to let you kids know that you’re all the best.” you cut through everyone’s conversations, voice resting on their ears for a moment

“And, uh, not to be disgustingly cheesy… but I really love you guys.”

you cover your eyes, acting as though you were embarrassed, but in reality you feel tears threatening to spill out

Kuroo’s expression falls for a moment, because he’s not stupid and can tell you’re still processing everything

so he simply lifts your hands off of your eyes and you, with a perfect tear skimming the side of your face, can’t help but let out a soft, relieved laugh

it’s silent for a second, but Kuroo just smiles & opens his mouth to say something

but he’s interrupted by some rude-ass kids (Yamamoto & Inuoka) shouting out their love for you and rushing over to smother you in tearful hugs

you’re saved by Yaku, who’s grabbed them both by the backs of their shirts, stopping them in their emotional, hug-giving tracks

but your giggles continue, now laughing at all their surprised expressions and Kuroo’s peeved one from getting cut-off

so you hop up off the couch, place your hands on your hips and allow their eyes to rest on you before swinging your arms open wide with the sweetest, most genuine smile you can muster

“Well, are y’all gonna come hug me, or should I just go now?”

queue a small stampede of boys tackling you (gently) to the floor, laughter bubbling from every mouth, and warmth that spreads from the outside, in

in between the chuckles, shoves, and “get off of me’s” you hear a phrase tumble out of Kenma’s mouth

“We love you too, y/n.”

it was supposed to be unheard, lost in the tumbling around you, but those three words then took traction in individual ways with different boys

“We love you!”

“I love ya.”

“You’re kinda okay, I guess...”

“Marry me, y/n!”

“Shut up, Yamamoto!”

you would always have a place with them, no matter how bad things got and no matter what anyone said about you

because whenever you needed them, they’d be sure to show up, just as you’d do for them

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soft team sleepover series

soft shiratorizawa sleepover

soft karasuno sleepover

soft seijoh sleepover

soft fukurodani sleepover

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angellesword · 4 years

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (02)

➭ You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively;

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, unrequited love, heavy angst, fluff, lawyer au.

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

SERIES: CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3

"Please, Joon. I just need to know if he's okay..."

Namjoon scratched the back of his head while looking at Red. The latter was practically begging him to spill things he's been forbidden to utter. He was sure he's just seconds away from telling her what she wanted to know, but then he's abruptly reminded of how heartbroken Jungkook was.

"Don't tell her I'm here," tears painted Jungkook's cheeks. "I don't want to see her. Not now." Or ever...

"He's not here, Red. I'm sorry," Namjoon sighed, trying to close the front door of his small apartment; regrettably, Red stopped him before the door shut in her sad face."I know he doesn't want to see me." She said with a shaky voice—causing Namjoon to purse his lips into a thin line.

"Right." He couldn't help but say. She deserved the snarky remark for hurting Jungkook beyond repair.

"But I'm worried about him. H-He was...so mad when he left."

'Who wouldn't?' Namjoon wanted to say, yet he kept his lips glued together. He needed to remind himself that although she hurt Jungkook, Red was still his friend.

"I'm sure he'll be fine wherever he is." Namjoon's caught Red's eyes. "Jungkook is strong, you know."

"I know." She looked at her feet; this caused the man inside the house to also look down. Namjoon was so busy shooing Red away that he didn't notice a big box on the ground. Judging by the looks of it, he deduced that this box belonged to Jungkook. The tower of sketchpads and other art materials was already a giveaway.

"Can you give this to him, though? I'm not sure when I'll get to see him again, and I know he can't live without this stuff, so..." Red picked up the box. "Please, Joonie..." She added when the older boy didn't say anything.

"Fine."

In the end, Namjoon gave in. He didn't have a choice. This was the only way to make her leave; however, he instantly regretted his decision when he spotted Jungkook sitting on the couch."What did she say?" Jungkook inquired eagerly; his eyes flew on the box that's juggling in Namjoon's arms. Jungkook saw his friend trip over a non-existent stone.

Namjoon was really clumsy.

"She wants me to give this to you." The older boy handed the box to Jungkook in exchange for his precious daughter.

"Ji-eun..." Namjoon cooed, bopping the nose of his three-year-old child. Ji-eun chuckled; her little finger was poking her father's deep dimple.

"Appa!" Ji-eun's eyes twinkled. She missed being in her father's embrace even though it hadn't been long since Namjoon left her with Jungkook.

Ji-eun couldn't help it. Jungkook used to be the fun uncle, but all he did now was cry and snort. Admittedly, she's getting tired of wiping his tears every second.

She wondered who made uncle Jungkook cry.

"Huh." Jungkook huffed as he examined what was inside the box. Namjoon was right. It's full of the younger boy's stuff.

"Is she really so eager to kick me out of the house that she personally brought my things here!?"Jungkook was seeing red. Profanities left his lips as acid dripped down his stomach. He's so mad at his ex.

"Language, Jeon," Namjoon warned, turning away from Jungkook. He couldn't let Ji-eun listen to the younger boy's dirty mouth. "Besides, you're the one who left."

Jungkook didn't know how to respond to that, mainly because Namjoon was correct. He was the one who left in the middle of the fight. In his defense, he was hurt. What Red was saying was too much for him—it was painful, the kind of pain he knew would forever haunt him.

"I love him, Kook."

Red's confession echoed in Jungkook's mind again. Red told him she loved her soulmate. Jungkook didn't want to believe her because how? How could she fall in love with another man just by looking at him in the eyes?

"We've been seeing each other for months now."

His question had been answered. Red was a cheater, and it's the last straw for Jungkook. He couldn't take it anymore, so he stood up.

"I hate you, bitch!"

The pain that crossed Red's face indicated that Jungkook had gone too far. He didn't mean it, but he's hurt, and this was the only way he could hurt her back.

Before Red could say anything, Jungkook was already out of the door.

It's two am in the morning. Jungkook was certain that the only awake person that he could bother right now was none other than Namjoon, his brother-in-law.

Thankfully, Namjoon's apartment was just a few blocks away from Red's home.

"Kook?" Namjoon squinted his eyes after opening the door. He's been awake for straight twenty-seven hours to the point that he couldn't tell if Jungkook was really in front of him or if he's just hallucinating.

"Hyung..." Jungkook broke into tears upon seeing his only family.

Namjoon let the crying boy inside his house.

"I ran out of tea..." This was Namjoon's excuse when he handed Jungkook Ji-eun's milk. Namjoon didn't even have time to buy his groceries since his daughter occupied most of his time.

Fortunately, it looked like Jungkook didn't give two fucks as he was already halfway finished drinking the warm milk.

It's been exactly fifteen minutes since the younger boy came knocking on Namjoon's humble abode. Jungkook had stopped crying, though he still looked a little shaken.

"Red found her soulmate..." Jungkook spoke right before Namjoon could ask what happened. Suddenly, the older boy found himself biting his bottom lip. He didn't want to pry about Jungkook's life, but then he's reminded of the wish of Hye-Jin, his late wife.

"Take care of my brother, Joon..."

"D-Do you wanna talk about it?" Namjoon asked before he changed his mind. This was the only thing he could do for Hye-Jin.

"What's there to talk about?" Jungkook hissed even though he's the one who started telling Namjoon things. The latter kept his head low. In times like this, he wasn't sure what to say.

It's not like he's better than Red. Namjoon also broke up with the woman he was dating right after meeting Hye-Jin. The only difference was that Namjoon's ex perfectly understood the situation. She knew that they weren't destined to be together.

"She cheated on me. She said she's in love with her soulmate." The bitter taste in Jungkook's mouth was still there. It only strengthened as soon as the word 'soulmate' left his lips. Jungkook continued pouring his heart out to Namjoon despite saying he didn't want to talk about it.

"She's going to regret leaving me. No one can love her the way I do!" Jungkook swore, but Namjoon's almost 100% sure he's wrong.

Seeing colors were different. It felt like everything was perfect. Namjoon couldn't deny that one of the many reasons he fell in love with Hye-Jin was because she helped him see the wonderful hues.

It's like the more he fell in love with her, the brighter the colors became. Even now that she's dead, Namjoon could still see colors. Granted that it kind of faded, it's still the best thing Namjoon was proud to experience.

The rule of the world was simple. As long as your soulmate was in love with you, the colors would always be visible in your very eyes. It would only become less bright if your soulmate died. However, the case of a one-sided love was different. People wouldn't be able to see colors if their soulmates didn't give them their hearts.

Some said that there were cases wherein people went blind when their soulmates started to hate them. Namjoon and Jungkook didn't know if it was true or just a myth. After all, they hadn't encountered people who apparently 'went' blind because of the mentioned reason."I'm telling you, hyung. She'll come to see me soon."

Jungkook was right. Two weeks after their fight, Red showed up. Unfortunately, it's not to beg her ex to come back. She only returned a box full of his stuff, a clear sign that she's officially kicking him out of their shared apartment.

"How can she do this to me? It's my house too!" Said Jungkook nine days after Red's appearance in front of Namjoon's apartment, it finally dawned to him that his ex was no longer a part of his life.

It's really over.

Jungkook realized this while staring dumbly at his ruined sketchpads. Ji-eun accidentally spilled a glass of water on her uncle's drawing.

The mixture of pain, anger, and frustration caused Jungkook to scream. He couldn't possibly be mad at a three-year-old kid; that's why he just directed his negative emotions to the fact that Red practically kicked him out of their home—his home.

He was aware that Red's name was written in the lease contract, but Jungkook paid this year's rental fee. He's broke at the moment. This being the case, Jungkook swallowed his pride to come to live with his brother-in-law. The thing was, it's getting hard for him to stay there. Namjoon had only one room, so Jungkook slept on the couch—wait, this wasn't about right. Jungkook didn't even get to sleep. Ji-eun's cries wouldn't allow him to do so. Aside from this, the little kid had also ruined her uncle's drawings countless times now.

"Seriously, Kook. You need to move out of your brother-in-law's house." Taehyung pouted his lips.

Jungkook couldn't decide if he could take his friend's advice seriously, at least not when Taehyung's tongue was basically down Jimin's throat.

"I can't afford to lease a new place." Jungkook scrunched his nose, eyes still focused on the disgusting public display of affection in front of him. "I only have forty dollars in my bank account."

"Oh, you poor thing." Jimin slightly pushed his boyfriend's chest to dodge his kisses and to be able to look at Jungkook.

Jungkook snorted. He didn't want to be babied, especially not by Park Jimin, who he met just a few months back.

Park Jimin was Taehyung's real soulmate. It was still weird seeing them together. All his life, Jungkook believed that Taehyung, his childhood best friend, was a straight man. Taehyung dated a lot of women before; he also seemed to enjoy being with them.

This was one of the reasons why Jungkook hated the idea of a soulmate. It was a complete bull. It was unfair to let fate decide who you'll end up with. Jungkook witnessed Taehyung's struggle after meeting Jimin. He was happy that he could finally see colors and that it didn't take him long to like Jimin, but Taehyung was so confused.

Like Jungkook, Taehyung also thought he was straight, but then his world suddenly turned upside down. Before he knew it, Taehyung was crying. He was too overwhelmed with what was happening, and Jungkook hated it. The latter didn't care about genders; he supported those who didn't identify themselves as heterosexual. Jungkook hated that people had to limit what they thought their gender was just because of the concept of soulmate. Again, it was not fair.

"But I can help you..." Jimin added as he took a bite of his frozen yogurt. They were currently inside of an ice cream shop. Jungkook had to get out of Namjoon's home since it was getting hard to look at his ruined works. He called his best friend to help him destress. Jungkook just had to let his frustrations out. Luckily, Taehyung and Jimin were more than happy to treat their younger friend some frozen yogurts. Jungkook ordered three of the said dessert.

"No, Jimin." Taehyung said as if he'd read his boyfriend's mind. "Jungkookie isn't going to suck your dick for money."

"Aw." Jimin's lips protruded into a sulky pout, making Jungkook roll his eyes. Sometimes he couldn't believe the couple's relationship. Jungkook knew that Jimin was only joking, but Jungkook thought he couldn't let the love of his life think about someone else's body. He was pretty possessive.

"We can call Yoongi-hyung, though. I think he's in the mood for some dicks—"

"Guys!" Jungkook groaned, cutting them off. His eyes were widening too. "Can we stop talking about dicks for five seconds? I have a serious problem here."

"Oh, right!" Jimin's eyes lit up. He also cleared his throat—an action that made Jungkook sigh in relief; at least he's getting serious now. "You need to find a roommate, Kook. Lucky for you, I have a friend who's looking for a housemate. I think she could cut you off some slack."

The younger boy's scoff was almost instant. "Cut me off some slack?" He narrowed his eyes at Jimin. "I don't want to owe anything to anyone. You know that."

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, taking another bite of his frozen yogurt. "It's not like that. You'll actually be the one doing her a favor. She's in dire need of a roommate, Kook. She wouldn't mind if you couldn't pay rent right now, as long as you're willing to keep the house clean and look after her cat. You can do that, right?"

Of course, Jungkook could. He was an artist; he spent most of his time inside his home, silently drawing whatever came into his mind.

"Huh." Jungkook was still skeptical. "Can't she just hire a maid?"

"Wish it was that easy. She's a mess. Not even her maids can tolerate her shit. Besides, her cat is a total bitch. She scratches anyone that's not her owner."

"I'm not sure..." Jungkook scowled. He wasn't sure if he could live with a stranger. Jungkook was a shy boy; it actually took him a long time to even say 'hello' to Jimin.

"Just think about it, Jungkook..." Jimin smiled warmly at the younger boy. "I swear she's a decent person. Yes, she's messy, but aside from that, she's fine. She doesn't pry on anyone's life; she's quiet, just like you, and oh! She likes banana milk too! I swear, Kook. You'll like her!"

For some reason, Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. He knew Jimin was kind, he's the type of person who always talked about the good qualities of a certain someone, but this was the first time he spoke about someone with such passion.

Jimin continued to talk about you, his lovely best friend. If you could hear him right now, you were sure you'd end up crying. Jimin was indeed the best friend you could ask. He's fiercely loyal.

"It's true, Kook. You'll love her." Taehyung talked about you with the same intensity. He had met you, and he instantly fell in love with you. You were smart and witty.

The couple continued sharing things they loved about you. Jungkook swore he's not easy to convince. The only acceptable reason why he's standing in front of your apartment was that Taehyung and his boyfriend knew the magic of words. They had done an excellent job convincing him.

Jungkook let out an exasperated breath when you still didn't answer the door after his ninth attempt to knock. Truthfully, he was getting pissed off.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.

Just as when he was about to leave, the door suddenly opened with so much force. Jungkook was startled.

"I'm sorry, I was in the shower. I swear I heard you the first time you knocked, but I was panicking, so I slipped down the floor, and I..." You ran your hand through your wet hair, eyes widening when you saw your fingers covered in soap suds.

"Oh, my God!" You were panicking again. This time, you finally looked at Jungkook to see his reaction.

You were rambling about how this whole situation was so embarrassing, but Jungkook wasn't listening anymore. How could he focus on anything when his heart was beating this fast? Jungkook was pissed before he met your eyes, right now; the irritation he felt was rapidly boiling down to panic when he realized what was happening.

Colors.

Jungkook was used to seeing black and white, so imagine his confusion when the colors suddenly became visible in his eyes.

Nothing made sense to him, but one thing's for sure.

Jungkook had found his soulmate.

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