#and change hella stuff in the house when he only lives here part time

[yamahex]

Explicit Pt. 3

Summary: Jack learns of your profession

Content Warning: 17+ Sexual Themes and Topics

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I swear the next part won’t be take that long again. I always promise shit will be more entertaining with the next parts. I hope it was worth it tho

“So what do you do for a living?” Your eyes widened and a cough escaped from your throat.

“Um, I’m a accountant.” Jack’s eyes squinted.

“A… accountant?”

“Mhm.” He took in the sudden change in atmosphere, it was obvious what was going on here.

“How’s that?”

“It’s ehh, not something I really want to do but…”

“Good money?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe… but anyways, how’s your life? What’s it like being The Jack Harlow?” He snickered.

“I mean shit, I be chillin. We just got off tour and we sold out every building.”

Your eyes widened and you leaned in close with intrigue.

“You probably had hella bitches on you.”

“Not really.”

“Boy stop lying.” He smiled brightly.

“You silly.”

“I’m just saying, you travel all over. You have endless options but…” He took notice of that.

“But what?”

“But you’re out with me.”

“I am.”

“Why?”

That was a good question. Why was he drawn to you?

“I just wanna spend some time on you, pretty girl. Something about you intrigues me.” The two of you held intense eye contact which caused your cheeks to flush. But the moment was interrupted by the waitress.

“Are you two ready to order?”

“Get whatever you want, it’s on me.”

“You really do like paying for stuff, don’t you?” His eyes scanned you.

“When it’s something I like, yes.”

The rest of the date was filled with flirting and sarcasm. And when it was over you were head over heels. The two of you stood outside the restaurant.

“Thank you, I had a great time.”

“The pleasures all mine.” He looked down at you with his shaded eyes and smiled as his hand gently rubbed yours. You looked up at him.

“As much as I wish the night could continue, I have some work things I gotta catch up on.”

“I see, duty calls.” He looked around at the dark environment. “Let me take you back home, just so I know you’re safe.”

You sighed, wanting to protest but your best friend dropped you off and you really didn’t want to walk home.

“Only cause you want to.” He snickered and led you to his car, careful to avoid any unnecessary attention.

He went to open the passenger which allowed some quick eye contact mixed with tension. You reached in your purse for your chapstick but dropped it when the sound of his driver door closing startled you.

After turning on the car, he looked at you with one hand on the wheel.

“So where am I taking you pretty girl?”

The drive back to your apartment allowed you to take in the glowing lights of ATL, with Jack stealing quick glances. Soon enough he pulled up to your apartment and you looked at him before getting out.

“Thank you, again. I had a really nice time.” His smile was bright.

“No problem, would you be willing to let me take you out again?”

“Hm, we’ll see.” You placed a quick kiss on his cheek before exiting the vehicle.

Jack watched you enter the building to make sure you were safe then pulled off. His thoughts immediately took over and his mind wandered.

“An accountant?” He leaned against his palm while his other hand was on the steering wheel.

You sighed after entering your apartment, that was the best date you’ve been on in years. Just the thought of Jack and his smile lit a fire inside of you. And you for sure would use it tonight.

You walked into your bedroom and picked out your set for tonight’s show. Tonight would be a good one, but first a shower.

“Hey there he is, Mr. Bigshot. How was your date?” Urban sat on the couch and watched as Jack entered the house.

“It was really nice for real, but…”

“But what?”

“I think she’s a sex worker.”

Urban coughed out with wide eyes.

“What makes you think that?” Jack walked up to the couch.

“ I don’t know man, she said she was an account.”

“Yeah so what?” Jack looked at Urban with squinted eyes.

“She’s a young, good looking girl. And she’s an accountant? Now adays most girls aren’t actually accountants, that’s just a code for sex worker.” Urban took a hit from his blunt.

“So you’re basing this off speculation?”

“Bro it’s not just that. Her body language changed when I asked her occupation. Almost like she was thinking of something to say.”

“I don’t know man…”

Your fingers reached out to start the live as the iridescent light glowed against your skin. Immediately the people started pouring in making you giggle.

Jack’s phone went off with the notification that you went live. He sighed and left the living room.

“Down Horrendous!” Urban chuckled.

Jack fell back against his bed while watching the live. His eyes took in your baby blue, lacy lingerie. The live had just started so you were waiting for more traction.

“ I got some big plans for you guys tonight.” Jack immediately sat up with his eyes wide.

“No fucking way.” Clearly he was hearing things right? There’s no way it’s been you this whole time. He shook his head and waited for you to speak.

“I’ll do a special request for the highest tipper tonight.”

He didn’t need to hear anymore, his theory was right. You were a cam girl. Not only that, you were the cam girl he jerked off to damn near every night. He snickered to himself.

“Accountant my ass.”

No wonder he was so intrigued upon meeting you, you were the one he was fantasizing about daily. His guilty pleasure. Now he had to see you again, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind. And with that, a plan popped into his head.

Your giggles could be heard from his phone as you slipped your bra strap off your shoulder.

“Let’s have some fun.” His hand traveled to unbuckle his jeans.

“Shit might as well.”

The next morning you were awoken by your best friend jumping on you.

“Jesus!”

“Get up bitch and tell me about your date with Jack.” You sighed and fell back on your bed.

“So that was it? Nothing else happened?” She leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Girl no, it was the first date. What kind of lady do you take me for?”

“The kind that has a only fans and is a cam girl.” You stared at her with a plain face.

“Alright bitch.”

“I kid, I kid.” Suddenly a ding from your phone cause your attention.

“Let me guess, it’s Jack.”

“Actually it is. He said I left my chapstick in his car then asked if I wanted to meet up to get it.” You turned back to look at your friend, a smirk was evident in her face.

“You clever bitch. You left that shit on purpose didn’t you?”

“No.”

“Mhm.”

“Anyways he’s gonna stop by in a hour.”

“And I’ll be here to watch you two love birds.”

You walked downstairs to meet Jack at his car. He leaned against it with his hands in pockets, looking fine per usual.

“If you wanted to see me again you could have just asked, didn’t need to leave your chapstick pretty girl.” He held it out to you.

“Ha ha.” You took it from his hand and your finger tips brushed against his skin.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. So, what’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

“Being a cam girl?”

To Be Continued…

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow smut

[what-even-is-sleep]

wow I love not eating because it takes too much effort and planning to make a whole new meal and the person who was making dinner tonight (my brother) made nothing vegetarian

#anyways whatever #I’m fucking pissed because a lot of stuff #my dad trying to move hella furniture and break my routine and move my work/workout/dance space #and change hella stuff in the house when he only lives here part time #and him getting mad at me when I pretended I was him responding to me for a question bc he ignored me #anyways love that #and I’m still on my fucking period so that probably doesnt help #and the fact that I got maybe 6 hrs of sleep and haven’t eaten substantial food since this morning #rant #tw food #food mention #food #tw food mention #tw rant #ahaha I haven’t felt like this in a while #meaning yesterday #but before then it’s been a while #Idk how I’m gonna make it through the fucking winter with this rainy ass cold ass dark ass shit happening all the time #and covid cases going up again #there were rumors of going hybrid for school next semester and I got my fucking hopes up #cause I’m fckkng stupid and didn’t realize that of course my senior year of high school will go perfectly #fucking hell #and hella of my cousins have covid and one of my uncles has pneumonia with it and is getting worse #I’m fucking angry #and tired #and sad #and guilty bc I feel like I shouldn’t be feeling this #bc my life is great compared to hella ppl I know #but I actually can’t confirm that bc I don’t ducking talk to ppl anymore #and I’m so stressed omfg tumblr is really restricting my tagswell guess I’ll hold in my emotions for another 6 months

[lordacex]

The greedy demon and a Chihuahua

Part 3 Bonus part : Jealousy

Character : Mammon // few of his brother // Simeon // luke

There are so many English mistake and ooc here 😍

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Mams is currently standing in front of the place he call home and the place that trap him sometime

He took a deep long breath so he can be ready to whatever waiting for him on the the other side of the door. He slowly enter the house and it seem a bit silent probably because everyone is busy doing their own work at least that what he hope. He not really in the mood to see his brother rn

But after stepping in his 3 precious younger brother Beel asmo and Satan saw him they were in the living room pretty weird that they are together at time like this but mams decide to ignore it. Satan was the first to saw open his mouth...

"Oh...didn't expect you to go home early today" [Satan]

"yeaa...something come up and I decide to go home early today" [mams]

"What wrong did bad stuff happen..?" [Beel]

"he probably lost all his money while gambling again" [asmo]

"Yea I can see that happening Mammon is the only dumbass that would waste all his money in a second after all" [Satan]

Welp there they go again- didn't even wait for their older brother to say anything

Mams just sigh he a bit too tired to deal with this rn so he just turn around and left but accidentally dropping something form his pocket

. .The picture he took with Luke at the arcade

Beel saw the pic and pick it up to give to mammon back but for some reason he can't help but stare at the pic for a bit

"You..go to the arcade with Luke?" Beel Know where they took this pic cause he went there with Levi and belp once...

"Yea kinda found him on my way out and decide to take him there" Mams took the pic form beel and ready to leave he really wants to just take a shower and sleep right now

"Is that why you home early today? You were hanging out with the Chihuahua?" [Satan]

"Yea something like that..." Mams didn't realize the sudden change in the mood in the living room a few seconds ago they were having fun but rn they look a bit serious. It concern Mams

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"If ya guys don't have anything else to say I'mma just leave" mams just rush out of the living room because it was getting hella awkward

Finally time for him to get some rest.

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"..." [Beel]

"What wrong beel?" [Asmo]

"I don't know..something about Mammon hanging out with Luke kinda.. bothering me"

"You saying you are... Jealous??" [Asmo]

"Yea maybe I don't really know" [Beel]

"how about you Satan? You been spacing out since you saw the pic did you got jealous too??" [Asmo]

"Why would I got jealous over small dumb stuff"

Satan seem to try so hard to hide the fact he a bit jealous I mean who won't feel jealous when you see your own brother hanging out with someone you know without you???

It was a silent moment for a bit till they hear a "What going here??" Form the shut in otaku aka Leviathan

"Ah is nothing Our little brother are just a bit jealous over something" [Asmo]

"Jealous? Over what???" [Levi]

"Mams when out to the arcade with Luke that all" [Satan]

Levi don't really need to say anything everyone can feel his envy aura It seem that even Levi got jealous over this type of stuff

Well-....is not a surprise for the avatar of envy to feel jealousy but to think even the avatar of sloth Belphie who have been quitely listen to their coversation for the past few minutes seem to be very uncomfortable knowing his brother is hanging out with some random angel.

For now on they all just decide to awkwardly go back to their room and think about this situation

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The next day didn't went well the mood on the dinning table wasn't very good and some of the youngest brother is starting right into Mams soul. It was very awkward and non of them say anything about it Lucifer was confused with all this.

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Time skip and they are at school Finally Mams got to escape form the awkward weird situation..

He hope this day won't be anymore worse until he hear a footsteps running toward him

"M-Mams!"

Mams turn around after hearing a smoll cute voice calling his name and he saw Luke with a...lunch box??

"Oh hey Luke what up?" [Mams]

"well Uh- uh I uh this..I made it to thank you for y-yesterday you know-" Luke gave Mams the lunch box

Mams open the lunch box and there a cute cookies in it "Woah ya made this? It look so cute and good" [Mams]

"Y-yea I did it it..for you...if it wasn't for you I wouldn't even know how to talk to Simeon agaian..." [Luke]

"Aww Luke ya don't have to do that But thank I guess I eat it later" Mams Pat Luke head

Mams feel like today just went a bit better

"Y-you better do and a-after that you need to give me a comment about how it taste! And don't give it to anyone You must be the person that ate it Aight!" [Luke]

"aight then should we just have lunch together?" [Mams]

"eh- uh Well i-i don't mind but-" [Luke]

"Ok then it settle" [Mams] :)

Mams give Luke another head pat and both of them was having a nice coversation without realizing the other are looking at them...

"Did the Chihuahua just call mammon Mams??" [Asmo]

"They seem so close and mams keep patting his head.." [Beel]

"Since when do they got this close???" [Levi]

"Probably since yesterday..Idk what to feel about this but I guess is good that Luke have a friend now" [Simeon]

"I kinda don't like this..." [Belp]

"..." everyone was a bit unhappy with this new situation while Satan and Levi just stay silent and watch those two chatting

Mams seem happy so it shouldn't be a problem right? It not like he would replace them with Luke?? Right??? Right..?

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The bonus part end here lmao

My hand hurt and I'm leaving you guys with this ending

Mams and Luke have start they good bestfriend siblings relationship

Simeon feeling concern and a bit happy cuz Luke made a friend

Mammon precious little brother being jealous

Lucifer being confused because he have no idea wtf happen

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Sorry this is bad *cry*

#mammon angst #mammon #mammon obey me #luke obey me #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me hc #obey me angst #om! headcanons

[dodo-begone]

Could you Not?

Pairing: Techno x Reader

Request: yooo remember a while ago when we were talking abt Techno hiding you from the yandere boys?? that would be hella neat to see ngl —

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: yandere, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, panic attack at end

A/n: yan!minors are mentioned, that’s why there’s a yandere warning.

The day was predestined to be great; a day full of sunshine and peace. So many potatoes would be tilled, the dog army would grow exponentially and other calming hobbies.

Now let’s be honest, that isn’t the reality of things at all. Nothing is ever nice and simple. Life always needs to throw a curveball at people; keeping them on their feet, on edge for their entire existence. Techno was no exception from this rule. His life had been plagued by tragedy and hardships. It made him calloused and desensitized towards the world and whatever challenges it had to throw at him. Though nothing could have really prepared him for what came next. Well he actually did, in a way. Similar in reasoning yet very different in the reaction and how the problem was presented to him.

Puffy stood at his door, struggling to hold someone the size of her. They were thrashing around, screeching to be released from their confines. She looked exhausted and beyond worried. There were few words to describe her state. Sadness painted her face like clouds painted the sky; it was evident with every feature of her face, every movement of her brow and reddening eyes. Pants escaped her lips and the struggling wasn’t helping her catch the escaping breaths.

The person Puffy was holding wasn’t any better. They looked malnourished, dirty, panicked, stressed. Those were just the obvious and quick observations. There were probably so many other hidden issues with this person. Honestly, Techno didn’t want to deal with them or Puffy. He was absolutely done dealing with people.

He’d have to get over it though, as Puffy asked him to care for this mystery person. She pleaded so much, saying that if they couldn’t stay with him, they’d be in terrible danger. Techno was her only option in protecting this person. There were some horrible people looking for the person in her arms and she couldn’t protect them on her own. Honestly he was only half listening. He really didn’t want to hear about another person’s sob story and how they so desperately needed his help. How they just couldn’t make it without his help. Occasionally Techno nodded or gave a “mhm” to indicate he was listening. Because that’s the polite thing to do, even if you aren’t listening. It shows you are listening and seems polite. Though he should’ve paid a bit more attention because the next thing he knew a fucking child was getting shoved into his arms.

They were so tiny that they could qualify as a child. So frail, too skinny, hair matted and looked too pale for their natural complexion. Horrified couldn’t even describe how he felt; he did not want to be holding this person, they looked so fragile and could be hurt so easily. Plus they were screaming and crying, still fighting to get out your captor’s grip, which was currently him. Distressed and crying people weren’t the most pleasant to be around especially when you’re a seven foot tall, socially awkward piglin hybrid.

Techno tried to return them to Puffy’s possession. She refused, pushing them further into his hold. She kept insisting that he let them stay with him, at least for a little bit. There was little time to prepare a place for them to stay and they needed the constant protection and some care. Techno kept arguing with Puffy, saying that he really didn’t want, need or have the time to care for them.

It wasn’t long when Puffy finally ended the argument with one phrase; “you still owe me an IOU.”

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“So is this it,” Techno reluctantly asked, gently bouncing the slumbering stranger. It was and wasn’t surprising how worn out they ended up after the argument. Half-way through the arguing and accommodations, they finally calmed and soon fell asleep. Though they were violently shivering; this conversation couldn’t keep going like this. They both looked at them and looked back at each other.

“Yes. Please,” Puffy whispered, gently putting her hand onto their arm. “Please take care of them for now. You don’t have to care for them long. I just-i just need some time to set them up a place and some help. There were few options to go with and you were the best one.”

Silence settled over them once again. Techno sighed, building his resolve to care for another kid. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

Puffy awarded Techno with one of the most relieved smiles he had ever encountered. She was visibly relaxed, not holding herself up like a puppet who’s tense strings were being tugged. “Now get going Puffy,” Techno ushered. “I can take it from here.”

With that, Puffy started her trek back home, through the unforgiving tundra. As Techno watched her walk away, he wondered how she managed it. How she could carry someone the size of herself for god-knows how long.

He couldn’t ponder long. The person in his arms was still out in the harsh cold and definitely not dressed or prepared for weather like this. A very vulnerable position. With that, he opened the door with his foot and brought the two of you inside.

There weren’t many places to lay someone down. The floor was an option, but it was probably super cold. Techno wasn’t too sure, but he also didn’t want to risk it at the moment. Scanning around reveals a small issue; Techno’s reading chair is the only place to sit that isn’t the damn floor. Crackling fire brought his attention to the welcoming presence of the hearth. So either the floor with the fireplace or the chair which was a decent distance from the fireplace. Was it really a question at that point?

Walking over to the fireplace, Techno tried to disturb the person as little as possible. He started to slowly place them onto the ground. They wouldn’t really notice if they were as exhausted as they looked. When they touched the ground, they stirred and groaned at the change in temperature. Swiftly Techno place them on the floor and held his hands up; a way of saying “okay i’m not touching it so it shouldn’t break now- don’t break”. After a few moments of stillness, Techno deemed himself to be in the “all clear”. With that, he walked off to a different part of the house. He had to start setting up a room for his new guest. And get them food and proper clothing-

A ruckus from the living quarters disturbed him. Oh god what was going on now? Without much thought, he ran to the noise. When he arrived, he frantically looked around. He was looking for anything, but more specifically a danger. But it was much the opposite.

There, at his front door, trying to get out like their life depended on it, was that stranger. Well, it wasn’t a stranger. He couldn’t keep forgetting that. It was ______. Though it was hard to do that; they looked so different. Panic seemed to just possess them; their eyes were wide and bloodshot and their face was even paler than he remembered them in their pale state. Which was an odd statement but it was oddly true. He hadn’t thought that you could get any paler, yet here you are proving him wrong.

You two were in a stare off- trying to figure out what to do. It would be somewhat hilarious if the situation wasn’t so serious; a person trying desperately to get out of someone’s house in some of the most comical positions while a seven foot piglin just awkwardly stared from the other side of the room. The semi-trance was broken by you. Tears started to fall down your face, body started to violently shake, and then you started to try and destroy the door with your body.

Techno was holding you in a heartbeat. Once again, you were dangling and struggling to get out of his grasp. Last time it wasn’t his grasp you were trying to escape, but it was all the same in the end. Your crying soon reverted back to sobbing and screams. Flinching, Techno contemplated just dropping you. Yet he couldn’t; you were trying to escape and that wasn’t a good idea.

Carrying you around the house was a challenge; you were swinging what little weight you could and it was working. He barely got to the other end of the room before he got fed up with your little tantrum. Without a second thought, he just dropped you like a bag of potatoes. The moment you hit the ground, you scrambled to get as far away as possible. That leads you to a corner. You kept an eye of him yet curled up so much. He couldn’t tell if it was because you were cold or scared.

“Please let me go back.”

That catches Techno off guard. It was obviously you voice; he wasn’t talking and you were the only other thing that could talk here. Yet it didn’t sound like you. Your voice was now so gravely, scratchy and heavy. Like you hadn’t properly talked in a while. Though your crying definitely wasn’t helping. Even taking that into consideration, you sound way worse than someone who is just crying and occasionally screaming.

“Excuse me,” he mumbles, staring at you. Waiting for you to answer or proof that he was actually imagining stuff. It could’ve easily been a voice though-

“I said please let me go back,” you sniffled, turning to look at him more. Your eyes held such sadness, besides the tears. The yearning in them hurt. It was obvious you were missing something.

“Go back where,” Techno prodded. He tried his best to make it gentle so you wouldn’t close up again. So he slowly sat on the ground with you, scooting towards you as a pace you could easily stop.

“Back to my friends, obviously,” you stated, keeping a steady and guarded eye on Techno. “I want to go back home. Back to Tommy and Tubbo and Ranboo an-and Purpled.” Suddenly you started to cry much harder. So hard it was practically impossible to speak. Only hiccups and gasps left your lips.

“Let me go, I won’t bother you again.” You kept repeating that phrase. Even rephrasing it, but it was muffled. Well not muffled, but extremely hard to hear through your crying. Techno let you keep saying that in hopes you tire of it, yet it seemed to have the opposite effect. You only started to say it more clearly, louder, and more assertively. It was obvious you were bound and determined to go back to wherever the hell you were before.

“Hey kid,” Techno does his best to stop your babbling. The pleads had just digressed to nonsense, so it was more accurate to call that mess babbling. “I can’t do that.”

His answer wasn’t well received. It only made you sadder and madder; you even deployed the puppy dog eyes. You really wanted this.

“It’s not safe with them,” he reiterated. “You look sickly too. Did you not care for yourself with them?”

Silence consumed you; maybe now you were finally thinking more clearly.

A meek “no” left your lips. Realization seemed to hit you, at least somewhat. It was a step forward, and Techno was taking it wholeheartedly. Anything was progress and he just wanted this over. Some of the voices whispered that they wanted you to get better, but he ignored them.

“Then it’s settled. You’re staying here.”

#tw: yandere #tw: stockholm syndrome #c: techno #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #dsmp!techno #mcyt x reader #mcyt shipping #dsmp shipping #dodo writing #tw: kidnapping #c: puffy #tw: panic attack #dsmp x reader

[cuddles-and-kisses]

So The Cat's Out Of The Bag,,,

Another fanfic for Agapito (an OC that belongs to @yandereaffections) The story starts under the cut. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,908 Trigger Warnings: Subtle yandereness, I can't think of any others

It’s 11 pm. I’ve been avoiding schoolwork all day and I’m in no rush to fix it. I've been writing fanfiction, of sorts, for the past 3 hours. On the bright side, the first draft is done! My back hurts from sitting so long while my butt hurts because I’ve sat on a wooden stool this long. I need to take a break but what to do? Oh, what to do? My weekly planner is wide open on a bookstand to my right. I could be productive, or I could keep avoiding them... So the planner is closed now. I’ve reorganized pens in a pen cup for the seventh time. Is there a limit to how many times a person can adjust a desk lamp before going insane? There has to be something else to do but what? As if on cue, my phone lights up with a text from my Baby. We’ve been official for 6 months so our dates are a lot more casual nowadays.

“Angel, I want attention. Unlock the back door” I’m aware it doesn’t seem like it but this is how he asks to come over. He won’t come over until I respond giving the green light. “Bold of you to assume I’m home and not partying at a random frat house” We both know I’m not doing jack at 11 pm on a Friday. Nonetheless, it’s fun to pretend I have a flourishing social life. “That’s cute. Back door please” Alright, now to get up and- ow, fuck, ouchie, ok, hold on. *POP* There we go!

I should probably pick my room up real quick. I made my bed earlier today so that’s not a problem. The svallerup rug from Ikea collects dirt a lot faster than I expected. Although would he really notice? It’s not bright in here. My dresser by the door looks fine. The futon is in couch mode, so there’s not much left I don’t have to clean up for him. In reality, I’m not cleaning for him, I just like having a clean room. The last thing I do is turn on the fairy lights above my head then light a vanilla candle. I know he’s coming over to cuddle or really do anything involving him getting affection. I might as well make my bedroom reflect that, right?

I half-jog upstairs to unlock our back door. Why the back door? It’s not because I love Jesus. Let me explain. The living room floor creaks way too loud. Also, my parent’s bedroom is right next to that door. The side door alerts our dogs to start pitching a fit. How can they hear it from the opposite side of our house? I may never be able to understand. Moonlight drifts halfway across the backroom. Sparse nightlights cover the remaining needed light. I flick on the backdoor lights followed by opening a few blinds to let more light in. Their orange glow overpowers the moonlight near the backdoor.

For whatever reason, the moon is far brighter tonight. Or my pupils are hella dilated because I’m thinking about my Baby. Either way, moonlight dusts over parts of the backroom and kitchen ahead of me. One last light to turn on. An LED light above our kitchen sink smashes through most surrounding darkness, making it almost impossible to see into the living room. White cabinets outline our kitchen. None of the cabinets match each other in this house. It’s as if this house was built in parts instead of planned out from the start. The counter is occupied with things you’d expect; a bread box, knife set, fruit basket, coffee pot, and an air fryer. Yet, there's evidence real people live here. Crumbs from a snack, mail by the fruit basket, half-empty coffee pot, as well as children’s toys forgotten all about

Everyone else is snuggled up in warm beds, sleeping. I can pick out each person’s snoring pattern when they poke through tonight’s ambiance. There are moments where quiet feels like serenity, others where it feels like emptiness. I can’t decide which one I’m feeling because I realize I’m about to have a visitor. A cup of coffee sounds like the perfect way to waste a few minutes while waiting for my lover.

Coffee cup out of the overhead cabinet. A coffee spoon from beside the coffee pot. Fake sugar off the shelves. Room temperature coffee in the pot from this morning. French vanilla coffee creamer out of the fridge. And just like that, a proper cup of coffee is served. Light reflects off the glossy coating painted over our pale coffee cups. Mom considers it a priority to have everything match or look cohesive. Appearing put together is a source of pride for her. A cup is a cup however matching cups make her happy. My ears perk up at hearing his tires pulling into the driveway. My coffee creamer swirls in the cup as he walks up the driveway. The coffee spoon clings against the inside of my coffee cup simultaneously with the creak of our back gate. All that’s left is to wash off this week’s coffee spoon then put it back. I have only a few more seconds until my Love is with me again. I’m a sappy and hopeful romantic for him, get off my back. He’s learned how to silently open the back door and if I didn’t have good peripheral vision, I would’ve yelped.

Intimate hands snake around my hips as a tender kiss is pressed against my neck. I can feel the tender smile tugging at his lips after the kiss, he had a really good day? His body is pressed against mine as he murmurs “Honey, I’m home~” behind my ear; earning a soft chuckle from me. I turn to face him, wrap my arms around his neck, and greet him with a deep kiss. This time on the lips. “Welcome home, my Love.” He’s so close to me, I can smell the cigarette he had on his way over here. The absence of alcohol or weed stench affirms he didn’t have a bad day at work. I can’t wait until these interactions become a daily occurrence. This man is breathtaking under normal circumstances; but, under the glimmer of moonlight,,, I can’t form a single thought while looking at him. The raw admiration and love this man holds in his eyes? Who could stand a chance against him? Not me. Wrong choice.

His hands linger along the sides of my hips. I hold his arms in an attempt to keep him close to me, just a little longer. “I brought you a few things. I’ll go set them on your desk.” He knows gifts aren’t my thing in spite of that he claims I deserve the entire universe. I breathed out, “Ok, I’ll be down in a minute,” then started moving to get my coffee cup, as well as a few snacks to bring downstairs. He starts heading downstairs content with how flustered I am. WAIT A FLUFFING MINUTE THE FANFICTION IS ABOUT HIM!! I whisper yell ‘Baby’ until his head pops back around the corner. I threaten him to not touch or look at my laptop. It was a pathetic attempt considering what he does for a living. In my defense, I tried. I forgot he’s in essence an overgrown teenager who will do the exact opposite of what he’s told. Wanna know what he does? Grin. I’m so fucked.

Agapito dashes downstairs and leaves me in unadulterated fear. I’m frozen in place, trying to come to terms with my fate as his footsteps fade. It’s not smut or anything, just a simple night and morning routine imagining that we lived together. This is going to be so embarrassing. Please spare me this treacherous fate and undying embarrassment. Deep breaths, just take deep breaths. Get your coffee then snacks then, simply, accept what’s just happened.

With arms full of snacks, I shut my bedroom door as gingerly as I can. Setting the cup on the dresser right by the door to make this a little easier. He’s standing at my computer, reading through the last page. Oh hey, he brought me Rolo’s as well as 3 Musketeers. Nice! Oh wait, he’s done reading. His shoulders aren’t tense; his breathing hasn’t changed; all the same, he’s just standing there. “Why did you write this out instead of doing it?” That’s a good question tbh. My Baby’s voice sounds hurt, despite that, he’s trying to hide it. Ok, he needs a hug. Now to throw the snack on the bed. He needs a rib-crushing hug and you bet your butt I’ll be the one to deliver. I tug at his elbow so he’ll face me then pull him into me. His shoulders are right under my chin when we’re facing each other. I bury my face in his neck while my arms hug him as tight as I can. Except why is he upset about this?

His love for me is nothing to scoff at. He loves me the same way he wanted to be loved when he was younger. We’ve figured out he’s catching up from his pre-teen years and onward. So about 13 years without a stable romantic relationship. When he was trying to court me I had to call him out all the time for manipulation. I know he’s terrified I’ll think he’s not good enough. He has episodes of frantic attempts to meet all of my needs, even if it’s not asked for or needed. What is going through his head? Does he feel like he’s not good enough? That he’s not loving me enough so I have to turn to a fictional version of him? Does he think he’s not good enough for me to do this stuff with him? None of those are true, obviously. I explicitly stated that in the story he just read. It doesn’t mean he won’t get stuck inside his head. I need to tell him the truth. Even if I wanted to lie, I couldn’t, he’s a finely-tuned human lie detector. One more deep breath. Squeeze him a little tighter. Look him in his eyes and come clean.

“The reason I didn’t just act these out is because, I didn’t know how to ask for it.” His expression shifts from confused hurt to understanding. I start rambling, “I want to have these experiences with you. I’d give anything to have that life with you but we've only been dating for 6 months and I just, wasn’t sure, how to phrase it.” I’m choking on my own pulse from emotions. I realize I was shifting my weight left to right when he pulls me in for another hug and kisses my forehead. We stand there in each other’s embrace for a few moments before he suggests I come to his house tomorrow night. We both know what he’s suggesting. I can’t help but adamantly agree. Excitement zips through my body thinking about tomorrow night. A smile pulls at my lips as I ask, “Do you mind if I wear this shirt tomorrow night?”

Tonight is about Netflix, snacks, and rediscovering the curves and contours of each other’s bodies. Though, not before I mess up his hair while calling him a butthead. It’s evident his insecurities are still tugging at him. Funny enough, his insecurities forgot they’re fighting against me for his attention.

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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Present from Mukami [PART 1]

ー The scene starts in Yui’s bedroom

Yui: Today’s Christmas Eve, huh...?

( When I was still living with Father, we were always extremely busy during this time of year with preparations for the Christmas Mass. )

( We would decorate the church for the Mass...or make tons of sweets to hand out to the children as gifts... )

( Somehow that feels like part of a distant past now... )

Haah...

ー Kou enters the room

Kou: Heya~! M-neko-chan~!

Yui: ...Kou-kun?

Kou: No need to act so surprised, right? What’s wrong? You seem kind of down?

Yui: Um, could you please knock on the door before entering? I’d really appreciate it...

Kou: Eh~~? Why bother going through the extra trouble?

Besides, I live here, remember? My house, my rules, no?

Yui: H-Hm...That might be the case, but...

( I have a feeling he won’t understand... )

So, why are you here? Is there anything you need from me...?

Kou: Hm~~? I only came to hang out because I was bored~

Yui: I see. Are you off from work today?

Kou: Exactly! Today’s my first free day in a long time!

Anyway, more importantly, M-neko-chan. You were talking about how it’s Christmas Eve today earlier...Right?

Yui: Yeah...I had a bit of an ‘oh, right!’ moment.

Kou: ‘Oh, right’...? You’re talking as if you only just noticed.

Yui: Yeah...But I really did recall only now. It totally slipped my mind...

Kou: To think you’d forget about such an important event! Is everything okay, M-neko-chan?

Yui: I mean, you guys don’t celebrate Christmas, do you?

Kou: Hmー Well, we’re Vampires after all. We obviously don’t feel like celebrating it, nor are we interested.

Yui: ...Figured as much. There aren’t any Christmas decorations inside the house either...

Besides, I haven’t gone out much as of late either...

Kou: Now that you mention it, you’ve just been going back and forth between here and school without making any additional stops, huh?

If you were to head out, you’d discover that the whole city is in a Christmas mood. 

There really is no way to look past it, whether you like it or not...

Yui: Yeah, but I haven’t gotten a chance to go look...So I completely forgot...

Kou: Hmー...

Ah, say, M-neko-chan? How have you spent your Christmas Eve in the past?

Yui: Eh...?

Kou: I mean, I don’t know how normal families celebrate the holidays.

Yui: Hm...Right. My personal experience might be a little different from the standard though.

Kou: Heeh? In what way?

Yui: You know that my Father works as a Priest, right?

Kou: Ahー I feel like I heard that somewhere before.

Yui: We hold a Mass at church on Christmas day, so we have to prepare for that the night before.

Kou: Prepare? Like the Christmas lights they put up in town?

Yui: Yeah. Ours weren’t quite as elaborate, of course.

On the day of the Mass, the visitors light a candle, take a seat and pray...

Then afterwards we read passages from the Bible.

At the very end, someone will play the orgle and everyone sings together.

It creates such a lovely medley of singing voices...I loved that part.

Kou: Hmm, I see...But is that actually fun?

Yui: Yeah, it is. It is an important day to me after all.

( It’s a day full of memories of the time I spent with Father as well, after all... )

Kou: Hmー So that’s how it is. I mean, I don’t really understand but...Oh, I know!

The other day, this one person at work told me that Christmas Eve is a special day you should spend with your lover. (1)

Have you ever spent Christmas Eve with a special someone before?

Yui: No...I was always helping out for the Mass at Church after all...

Kou: I see...

ー Ruki enters the room

Ruki: The two of you are making a ruckus. At least close the door when you’re talking.

Yui: Ah, Ruki-kun...Yuma-kun and Azusa-kun as well. What’s the matter?

Yuma: We just happened to run into each other in the hallway. Ya guys were talkin’ hella loud.

Yui: S-Sorry...

Azusa: Eve and Kou...The two of you seemed to be having a fun chat.

Kou: Really? It wasn’t anything special though.

Ruki: Anyway, Kou, come with me. Livestock, you stay in your room.

Yui: S-Sure...

Kou: Eh~~...? Oh well, whatever. I got to learn something new at least.

See you later, M-neko-chan~!

ー The four of them leave

Yui: They left...

( Somehow it suddenly got quiet. )

( ...Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded talking for a little longer... )

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Kou: ...Say, say, Ruki-kun. Why don’t the four of us throw a Christmas party?

Ruki: Haah...I was wondering what you would bring up all of a sudden.

Kou: I mean, M-neko-chan seemed kind of sad, you see~

She was raised at a Church, right?

So it seems like Christmas and such brings back a lot of memories for her.

Yuma: So that’s what the two of ya were talkin’ ‘bout earlier, huh?

Azusa: ...Say, what is...Christmas?

Kou: Ah, are you interested, Azusa-kun?

Christmas itself is on the 25th of December and the day before that is called ‘Christmas Eve’.

It’s the day on which they celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ~

Azusa: Heeh, then...Today is the 24th so it’s...Christmas Eve...right?

Kou: Exactlyー! So I was thinking we could hold a little celebration?

Ruki: Azusa, did you not celebrate Christmas back when you were still human?

Azusa: ...We did not have that kind of celebration...

Ruki: How about you, Yuma?

Yuma: Hmー... Now that ya mention it, I do feel as if the city was a lil’ more lively ‘round this time of year...I think...?

I might have celebrated it back when I was a child, but I forgot.

Kou: I’m pretty sure my answer should be obvious but...Ah, you must have celebrated it, right, Ruki-kun?

Ruki: Well, yes.

Kou: Makes sense. You are a rich boy after all~

Azusa: Say, Ruki? How exactly do you celebrate it...?

Ruki: You decorate the inside of the house, say your prayers to God and enjoy a meal with the whole family.

There’s special foods and snacks which are only enjoyed on that particular day of year...

Also, you would exchange presents...I suppose that about sums it up.

Azusa: ...Exchanging presents...I honestly don’t care about the exchanging part. I’d much rather just be on the receiving end of all the punches...

Kou: Ahaha...Putting your wishes aside for a second...

Don’t you want to try and hold a Christmas party?

We’ve never really done something like that with the whole family, right? Come on, why not?

Ruki: Family, huh...?

Yuma: That bein’ said, Vampires celebratin’ the birth of Christ is kinda fucked up, no?

Kou: Should we not? Do you think he’ll be upset with us?

Ruki: ...Well, while I doubt he will be thrilled about it, that man has connections to the Church of his own, so he might understand in a sense.

I doubt he will condemn us if we hold a small celebration at home.

Kou: Right~? In that case, let’s get this party rolling~!

Ruki: Yuma, Azusa. What do you two think?

Yuma: ...Ahー...

Azusa: ...

Yuma: Oi, Kou. The Sow’s havin’ a rough time, right?

Kou: Yeah, she is.

Azusa: I...personally don’t care much about the party itself but...I don’t want...Eve to be sad...

Yuma: Nnー Well, it’s not really for her sake, but I don’t see any harm in doin’ this sorta stuff for once?

Ruki: ...

Kou: Fufu~ In that case, we just need permission from Ruki-kun...~!

Ruki: Haah...You’ll all be helping out, including during the clean-up, understood?

Yuma: Oh! Which means...

Ruki: Exactly...I suppose it will make for a nice change of pace.

We haven’t really spent much time together as a family up until now after all.

Furthermore, pleasing Livestock is part of our duty as her masters.

Kou: Hooray~~!!

In that case, we need to get started with all of the preparations!

Azusa: ...

Ruki: Oi, Azusa. Where are you going?

Azusa: I figured I’d go...tell Eve that we’ve decided to hold a party...

Kou: Eh!? You’re going to tell her?

Yuma: Aah? Should we not?

Kou: Hmー Don’t you think this is a perfect chance to make it a surprise?

Yuma: Surprise...? The fuck’s that?

Ruki: It means to catch them by surprise. In other words, you keep it a secret until the very second they arrive at the party...

Kou: I’m sure she’ll be ten times happier than if she already knew about the party beforehand!

I’m an idol, remember?

So I’ve had people throw a surprise birthday party for me before. 

I felt so happy back then!

Yuma: Hm. Is that how it works? Well, fine by me.

Ruki: Azusa, you’ve heard us. You don’t need to go inform her.

Azusa: Mmh. Understood...

Kou: Hmー Holding a Christmas party is fine and all but...

Yuma: The problem’s how to prepare for it. We need to decorate the place, but I have no fuckin’ clue which decorations to pick.

Azusa: I wonder what kind of...dishes we should serve...?

Kou: Let’s leave that part to Ruki-kun.

Ruki: Right. Just leave the cooking up to me. Which leaves...

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s bedroom

Yui: ( Hm...It’s a little chilly in here... )

( I’m pretty sure quite some time has passed since the others left as well. I wonder what they’re up to...? )

( Right. I suppose I’ll check up on them while I go grab myself a hot beverage. )

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Yui: ...

Kou: Let’s leave that part to Ruki-kun.

Ruki: Right. Just leave the cooking up to me. Which leaves...

Yui: ( Ah...Kou-kun and Ruki-kun’s voices... )

( I wonder what they’re talking about...? )

Excuse meーー

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Ruki: ...Oh...

Kou: Eh? M-neko-chan!?

Yuma: ...Ya sure have the worst timin’, huh...?

Yui: Eh!? I’m sorry. Should I not have come in...?

Azusa: No, it’s fine...We were just talking about throwing you a surprise Christmas party

Yui: Eh...?

Kou: Waiーー!! Azusa-kun! What are you saying!?

Azusa: I mean...It’s not like we can still cover it up at this point. If we try and hide it...We’ll only end up making her uncomfortable. ...Right?

Ruki: Yes, Azusa, you are absolutely right. We could have always sent her back to her room, but I’m sure she would have been worried about us secretly scheming something behind her back.

If we upset her, we’re basically rendering our intentions null.

Yuma: Haah, I mean, that’s true but...We could have at least tried to keep it a secret...

Kou: Haah...Guess there’s no point now...

ーー And with that being said, we shall now commence with the preparations of the Mukami family’s very own Christmas party~!

Yui: Eh...!? We’re holding a Christmas party together!?

Yuma: That’s what we said earlier, remember? Are yer ears still workin’?

Yui: No, they are but...I’m just shocked...

I’m just wondering if it’s okay for you all to celebrate Christmas even though you’re Vampires?

Ruki: You don’t need to worry about that.

Kou: Exactly! Don’t fret over the small details~!

Are you not happy? You get to celebrate with us!

Yui: Of course I am...! I’m just surprised, that’s all.

Kou: I don’t think there’s any time to be surprised though? We have to hurry up and  prepare or Christmas will be here before we know it!

Yui: Ah, right!

Kou: Okayー! Let’s get started with these preparations right away!

Azusa: Eve...We’ve never held a proper party before...Can you tell us what we should do...?

Kou: First off, it’d be a great help if you could give us some pointers on how to decorate the house.

Yui: Well, we have to make actual decorations first...

Ruki: I assume it would be much quicker to just head to the store rather than explaining it here first.

Yuma: Good point. I doubt I’ll understand from some explanation alone.

Azusa: ...Yeah...

Ruki: There you have it. We are heading out at once.

Yui: Sure!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the department store

Yui: ( I never thought I’d one day go shopping with all of the guys like this... )

( That alone counts as a Christmas miracle. )

Yuma: Whatcha been grinnin’ ‘bout this whole time?

Yui: Ah, right. I’m just so happy we’re all able to go shopping like this...

Yuma: Heh, you’re gonna find yerself lost ‘gain if ya keep yer head in the clouds like that. Wouldn’t be the first time after all.

Yui: I...I’ll be careful.

Kou: Fufufu, so you’re aware of it at least.

Yui: Y-Yeah...

( It’s not that I actually walk away by myself though... )

Ruki: The food’s next on the list, huh? Oi, is there anything in particular you’d like to eat?

Azusa: ...I’d like something doused in plenty of red chili powder...

Ruki: ...Azusa, let’s try and stick to Christmas food this time.

Azusa: ...Fine...

But what exactly is ‘Christmas food’...?

Ruki: Hm...

Yuma: ...We don’t know if our personal preferences fit the holiday spirit after all.

So shouldn’t we just leave that choice up to the Sow?

Kou: Exactly. That’s why we called her over, so the two of you should talk it over and make a quick decision.

Ruki: ...I suppose it cannot be helped. That seems like the most time-efficient solution. 

Livestock, what did your family eat for Christmas?

Yui: Let’s see...I suppose Turkey or Roast Beef are both staples on any Christmas dinner table!

Ruki: You’re only naming meat...

Yui: Of course, we eat salad as well? Mixing in vegetables cut into cute shapes and such...

Yuma: The fuck does that mean? All veggies are the same, right?

Yui: You can use cutters to shape them like hearts or stars. I guess you’ll get an idea if we go to the deli counter...?

Yuma: Ready-made dishes?

Yui: Ah, I didn’t mean we have to buy anything, but I figured we could gather some inspiration.

Yuma: Geez, I thought ya were gonna take the easy way out. It’s a party after all.

So we’re obviously gonna make everythin’ at home from scratch, right?

Yui: Yeah! Of course.

Ruki: I suppose it’ll give us an idea of what we can make. Well then, let’s go buy the ingredients first.

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: I’m glad we got our hands on some delicious-looking meat!

Ruki: Yes. I’m looking forward to preparing it.

Yui: ( I managed to buy everything I need for the cake as well, so I’ll try my best at making it! )

( I hope they’ll like it... )

Kou: Say, let’s go pick out a tree next! The biggest one they have!

Yuma: Geez, are ya a lil’ kid or somethin’?

Yui: Fufu, you’re interested in decorating it, right?

Kou: I mean, it’s all sparkly and pretty, right? Just like me, no?

Azusa: Let’s buy lots of star-shaped decorations...

Kou: Come on, Azusa-kun. Don’t ignore me.

Azusa: Eh...? Ah, yeah...Sorry...

Yui: Do you like stars, Azusa-kun?

Azusa: Yeah...They’ve got these sharp and pointy ends...So I’m sure they’d hurt a lot...

Yui: S-So that’s why...

Ruki: Azusa, you better not think of tainting those stars with your blood.

Kou: Exactly! Today’s Christmas after all, a day you are meant to enjoy with your family!

Well then~ Which one to buy?

ー Kou runs off

Ruki: Oi, Kou. Don’t run off by yourself. 

I won’t allow for any extra purchases. We’ll only buy the necessities.

Kou: Eeeeeh~? Whaaat~? You cheapskate!

Ruki: I don’t mind being a cheapskate. This is important money we’ve received from that man.

I can’t be wasteful with it.

Kou: Well, I get where you’re coming from but...

Yui: ( Everyone seems to be having fun. )

( Like this, it almost seems like we’ve become an actual family... )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Phew, we bought more than I anticipated.

Yuma: That’s ‘cause Kou kept on wantin’ to buy all this shit, right?

Kou: Eeh~? You’re blaming me? Fufu, I won’t deny it. However, we didn’t buy anything we didn’t need, right?

Yuma: I mean, we didn’t, I guess...

Ruki: Let’s go over everything one more time. Is this pretty much everything we need for the tree and decorations...?

Yui: Yeah! We’re all set!

Yuma: We’ve got the vegetables I grew at home as well, so this should do.

Kou: Aah~ We’re actually celebrating Christmas. I can’t wait!

Ruki: Kou, you’re being way too excited. Mind your manners.

Kou: Oh come on, let me be! I never got to experience this as a child after all!

Yuma: Well then, we’re gonna be busy once we get home~!

Yui: Speaking of which...Where did Azusa-kun...? Ah, there he is!

( I wonder why he’s just standing there? )

Azusa: Say, Ruki...

Ruki: ...? What’s the matter?

Azusa: I want this knife...

Yui: K-Knife...?

( Why is he holding a knife...? )

Kou: Hold up, Azusa-kun, where did you get that?

Azusa: ...Why not? I want this to give me pain... 

Yui: A-Azusa-kun! What are you saying...!?

Ruki: Azusa, go return it to the store.

Azusa: Please? ...The shape of this blade is so pretty, and it looks very sharp as well...

Ruki: No means no. Azusa, you have to put it back where you found it.

Azusa: No way....But I want it so badly...I can’t give up on it...

Yui: Azusa-kun...

Azusa: ...Come on, I want it, no matter what...

Kou: Azusa-kun! You don’t need a knife on a fun day like this!

Azusa: No...This is special...

Yui: ( What to do? Azusa-kun’s not giving in at all. )

Yuma: Oi, at this rate we’ll never make it back home.

Azusa: Then...Can we buy it?

Yuma: Just listen to Ruki for today. Ya can buy that crap whenever, right?

Azusa: ...

Yuma: God, listen up...

Ruki: Azusa.

Yui: ( O-Oh no...Ruki-kun started getting angry as well. )

U-Um, Azusa-kun...

Yuma: Ya stay out of this.

Yui: B-But...

Yuma: Geez, guess it can’t be helped. I’ll go bring it back with him.

Ruki: My bad, Yuma.

Yuma: Yeah. ...Come on, Azusa, let’s go.

Azusa: ...No.

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah! Yuma-kun! If you grab him by his collar like that, you’ll hurt him....

Azusa: Ah...It hurts...I can barely breathe...Haah...Amazing...Uu...

Yui: ( A-Azusa-kun is...happy? )

Ruki: Azusa, don’t cause Yuma too much trouble, okay?

Azusa: Yeah...

Yuma: Che! Ya say that but you’re already bein’ a pain in the ass! Come on, walk by yerself already!

Azusa: Nn, but...It’s suffocating...

Yuma: That’ll fix itself if ya just use yer own damn legs, no?

Azusa: It’d rather stay like this a little longer.

Yui: ( He’ll be okay, right? Yuma-kun’s with him after all... )

ー Yuma walks away with Azusa

Ruki: Let’s go. We’ll head back first and get everything ready.

ー Ruki starts walking away

Yui: Eh? Don’t we need to wait for them?

Kou: Yuma-kun may be with him, but knowing Azusa-kun...

Yui: ...?

Kou: Azusa-kun has a hard time letting go of things once they pique his interest.

Yui: I see...

( It might take a while until they get back... )

I hope it won’t turn into a fight.

Kou: Hmー I guess that’ll depend on Azusa-kun’s behavior?

Ruki: What are you two doing? Let’s go.

Kou: Roger~!

Yui: ( Yuma-kun’s actually quite good at looking after others, so we can leave this up to him, right...? )

*TIMESKIP*

 ー The scene shifts to the living room

Kou: Phew~ These were so heavyー

Ruki: Good grief, I’m exhausted...

Yui: ( We’ve got quite a lot of bags... )

Ruki: Well then, we’ve got no time to lose. Let’s start preparing.

If we procrastinate for too long, we’ll only waste time.

I’m heading towards the kitchen to get started on the food.

Kou: Gotcha~!

Guess I’ll get started with the decorations then.

Ruki: We’re counting on you.

Kou: Roger!

Yui: Ruki-kun, I’ll help out as well!

Ruki: Yeah, that would be great.

Kou: I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ll make for us!

Yui: Mmh! I’ll try my best to make something delicious, okay?

*THUD*

Yuma: Honestly, I went through fuckin’ hell and back!

I’m never cleanin’ up Azusa’s mess again!

Yui: S-Sounds like they’re back. He seems really upset though. I wonder what happened...?

Ruki: I assume Azusa threw one of his stubborn tantrums. Oi, Livestock.

Yui: Y-Yes!

Ruki: Go pass on this message to them. Please tell them they should get started with their own tasks.

Yui: Yeah, sure. I’ll go tell them.

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Yui: Welcome back, you two.

Azusa: If I don’t get that knife, I’ll...I’ll...

Yuma: Aah, let it go already! What’s so damn nice ‘bout that knife anyway!?

Azusa: ...

Yui: ( Seems like they don’t even realize I’m here. )

( That being said, if I leave them be, they’ll run late with their preparations. )

Um, you guys! Welcome back!

Azusa: ...Wah...You startled me.

Yuma: Aah? The fuck, Sow? You’ve been standin’ there this whole time? 

Yui: Yeah...Um, Ruki-kun has already started preparing everything, so he’d like the two of you to help out as well. 

Azusa: But, the knifeーー

Yuma: Ya really don’t know when to give up, huh? We’re done talkin’ ‘bout that!

Azusa: ...You blockhead.

Yuma: Speak for yerself!!

Yui: ( O-Oh no... )

( I can’t leave things like this. I have to stop them somehow... )

U-Um!!

Azusa-kun, Kou-kun has started on the decorations, so can I rely on you to help him with that?

Azusa: ...

Yui: Both me and Yuma-kun understand very well just how badly you want that knife...

But we have to get on with the Christmas preparations now, so I’d really appreciate it if you could help out...

Azusa: ...What about you?

Yui: Eh?

Azusa: What will you do?

Yui: I’m going to make the Christmas cake.

Azusa: ...Okay. I want to try your cake, so I’ll forget about the knife...For a while, at least...

Yuma: ‘For a while’, my ass! Forget ‘bout that thing forever!

Yui: Shh, calm down, Yuma-kun.

Azusa: I’ll go help Kou then.

Yui: Yeah, good luck.

ー Azusa walks away

Yuma: Heh. You’re really startin’ to get the hang of how to handle that guy, huh?

Yui: Y-You think so...?

Yuma: Well, whatever. Anyway, Ruki’s already in the kitchen, ya said?

Yui: Yeah, I think he’s getting everything ready to start cooking.

Yuma: I’ll go get some veggies from the garden then.

Yui: Ah, Yuma-kun! Could you maybe let me have some fruit to use for the cake?

Yuma: Roger. I’ll make sure to grab a few, so ya get yer ass over to the kitchen ‘kay?

Yui: Yeah, thanks!

ー Yuma walks away as well

Yui: Well then...

( I’ll try my best to bake the best cake ever as well! )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) While the holidays are often associated with family in the West, Christmas and especially Christmas Eve are strongly linked to couples in Japan. 

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[ Part 2 ] →

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[we-have-bangtan]

I summoned you

Random one-shot #3

Pairing: demons!OT7 x witch!reader

Genre: fluff, fluff and more fluff, poly au

warning: swearing, its hella longggggg. <33

Part 2

Synopsis: The seven most powerful demons in the world were summoned for the first time in over a hundred years only to find out that their summoner is a little witch who was being hunted by witch hunters. She seeks protection from them but at what cost?

“Who the fuck summoned us?” Hoseok groaned feeling the familiar pain of transformation go through his body, “I don’t know but it better be worth it, I’m getting too old for this shit” Seokjin groaned as pain shot through his veins, black, bat-like wings erupting from his back as he fell to the ground in pain, the scars on his body burning up.

          Namjoon wasn’t much better either, biting into a pillow as burning pain took over his head, his horns and fangs coming out for the occasion, it had been over a hundred years since they had last been summoned and they were bearing the pain of not transforming in all there years, Jungkook hissed as he felt his tailbone extend out of his body, piercing through his skin to form a tail.

Jimin and Tae held each other as each of their left eyes glowed bright, screaming as they changed from black to red, “I hope it isn’t an accident again or I’ll eat them alive” Jungkook groaned as he pulled himself off the ground grimacing at the pain that shot through his body.

Yoongi was the only one not in pain because he had been living in his demon form for a few years now, he didn’t have to transform.

“The spell was lost, I don’t know how someone is summoning us” he informed as Seokjin opened the portal to the mortal world, the portal would take them to where ever they were being summoned.

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 Y/n anxiously stared at the pentagram she had drawn on her cottage floor, she’d be over if this spell didn’t work. She could hear the villagers approaching, could see the glow of their torches from her window. They were climbing up the hill, coming for her life, this spell was her only way of living.

She didn't know why the villagers had turned on her so easily when she had never done anything to them. She had kept her witchcraft confined to her cottage and its surroundings, but they seemed to have found out, she would blame the church people for that, because they were at the beginning of the uprising egging the villagers on.

They had almost caught her an hour ago when she had gone down for supplies, her arms were bruised from their assault but she had managed to escape from them, but she could run anywhere except her cottage.

She couldn't run anymore, there was no where to run now, she either had to stand and fight, which she was too weak for, or she had to perish, which she was too stubborn for so she had taken to the last resort, the demon spell.

Her magic wouldn't be enough to Wipeout all the people who were marching up the hill to her cottage, they'd burn her on the stake if they caught a hold of her, it would be a death with no pride or honor.

She felt the air shift around her, the salt grains blowing here and there and the candles flickering, the wind picked up speed outside as a portal opened directly above the pentagram and a demon fell out, falling to the ground with a thud and a groan. She moved to help him up but quickly stopped as a scream came from inside the portal before six other demons fell on the first one. Chaos ensured as each of them yelled at the other to get off their wings or tails or any other body part, she loudly cleared her throat to grab their attention making seven pairs of eyes snap to her.

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"Did you summon us little girl?" Namjoon asked as he took in her condition, she was awfully malnourished, her arms bruised and frail, she was a timid little thing who he assumed wasn't much younger than Jungkook before he had been changed into a demon. The girl nodded, holding a wand in her hand, a witch, Seokjin realized before he focused on her arms, “How did you summon us little witch” he asked, he was pretty sure the spell to summon them was a 21+ spell and she barely looked 18+ to him.

           “with the spell of course although I didn’t know it would summon seven of them, I would have drawn a lager circle had i known” she mumbled making Yoongi gawk at her statement, “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU CAST A SUMMONING SPELL WITHOUT KNOWING HOW MANY DEMONS IT WOULD SUMMON?? WE COULD HAVE RIPPED YOUR THROAT OUT THE MOMENT WE SHOWED UP HERE” Hoseok barked, snapping his fangs at her.

 “I know, no need to be an arse about it” she retorted as Hoseok stared at her in disbelief, “well then why did you summon us little witch?” Taehyung intervened, “I need help,” she stated plainly. This piqued Jimin’s interest, they all were clearly thinking the same thigh judging from the look in their eyes, they were mates, he knew how they thought, “Are you sure you can pay the price for our services darling” Seokjin remarked sweeping his eyes over the mostly bare cottage. 

            This girl was clearly living alone, a cauldron with coals under it sat in one corner of the house and a winding staircase lead up to attic which he assumed was her bedroom. Clothes hung to dry near the fire place in another corner of the house, her cupboards were mostly empty other than a loaf of bread and a tin of something he couldn’t recognize. She clearly didn’t have much to give.

“What is your price?” She asked, Yoongi admired her guts, she was clearly working hard on trying to seem unafraid, although she failed miserably, at least she tried. The seven of them thought for a while when they head a loud bang on the door. The girls eyes widened in fear, “they’re here” she cursed as she cast a colloportus spell on the door, “hurry up please” she pleaded, “what’s going on? what help do you need?” Jungkook asked as Seokjin place a shield over the door blocking the people from coming in for a short while.

                “They’re hunting me and i want them gone” she revealed, the boys looked up at her, “how sure are you that we won’t rip your throat once you set us free from this circle” Yoongi asked, “I don’t have anything to lose if you kill me the moment i let you free, I don’t have much to live for anyway” she answered, “we’ll discuss the price once we’re done” Namjoon warned as she cast the aqua eructo spell, a stream of water sprouting from the tip of her wand, wiping the circle of salt away just as a window shattered, glass spilling everywhere.

               “Jimin, get her somewhere safe” Namjoon commanded his mate, the younger demon nodded dutifully before stepping forward and wrapping an arm around her waist, positioning his wings, “hold on tight” he warned as he too to the air, going out through the back door of the cottage, taking her to the roof of the cottage, “stay here while we sort that stuff out” he told her, taking off to join the others.

        They possessed the humans, making them kill each other or they’d simply burn them to a crisp, she had expected them to be strong and powerful, but not this powerful, powerful to wipe out all the people who had come to attack her. She didn’t pay much heed to the humans who ran into the forests, she didn’t care where they went as long as they didn’t come near her or her cow, Morphus, who was currently in the shed, a little away from the clearing she lived at. 

  She noticed one of the church men trying to climb the roof to get to her but she quickly jinxed him, making him fall off the roof. Half way through the battle, Yoongi called in quits because the boys could deal with it without him, he joined Y/n on the roof top, folding his wings carefully to not hurt her, “Why don’t you just move from here, go fin some other forest to live in” he asked, leaning back on his hands, looking up at the sky, “there’s no where else to go, I’ve been running for too long” she answered and with that all conversation subsided as they both watched the others fight, Yoongi noticed a few people running for the forests and jerked up to go after them only to be stopped by Y/n, “let them be,” she said and he obey’d.

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It didn’t take the demons long to finish everyone, they all gathered in her kitchen, Jin and Taehyung were hurt, but nothing big, just minor wounds according to the two demons but she insisted on tending to their injuries with a warm cloth and some potions, “this will scar” she told Jin, feeling guilty all of a sudden, “one of a million, don’t worry” he smiled as she wrapped his almost fully healed hand up.

“what is this?” Jungkook asked as he peered down the mug on Y/n’s table, “banana milk” she answered as she turned to Taehyung to wrap his wound up too, Jungkook took a sip of the milk before downing the whole mug, “do you have more?” he asked, looking like a child who wants an extra treat, she nodded, getting up to pull out a jar full of it from her cupboard, handing it to the boy, she didn’t seem the least bothered that a demon boy was drinking up all her banana milk. 

“so what is the price I have to pay? if you’ll hurry up, I have cleaning to do” she said looking at the dead bodies scattered all around her house, some even on tree branches. The boys looked at each other, “We’ll need some time to discuss” Namjoon said on behalf of them all, “you do that and I’ll clean that up” she said, grabbing her wand and leaving the house.

“So, what now?” Namjoon asked once he made sure she was far away from them, “I don’t think she can really give much, she barely has anything herself” Hoseok said, scanning the room again, “This place is nice tho, although she could use some more things in it” Seokjin admitted, looking around the peaceful cottage, it was clean, and would look beautiful if it wasn’t so bare, “it is” Namjoon admitted when Jimin’s piped up, “I don’t like the fact that she lives like this, she could die any moment and no one would notice, maybe we can come here more often” he suggested, already planning all the things he’d bring here from the underworld, Namjoon nodded, “it has been way too long since I’ve actually seen the sky, donno why mortals have to have all the good things when they die so easily” he huffed as he looked out of the window, looking down at the valley in which the village nestled.

        “I have an idea hyung, why don’t we use her place as a sort of abode, she can offer her house to us when ever we want in exchange for our services” Taehyung offered and Namjoon and Seokjin agreed, it would be nice to come to the mortal world often, “is everyone fine with that?” he asked the others, none of them rejected the idea and soon enough, Y/n was called back in.

   They explained what they wanted and she just stared at them, dumbfound, “why would you want to come here when you can live luxuriously in the demon world?” she asked, “the demon world is not all its cooked up to be” Jimin answered.

It took a little convincing (threatening) to get her to agree but she did.

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The boys were common visitors to her little cottage, each of them would show up on their own accord and timing with their own reasons, often in their human form, she had been surprised to see how much more handsome the seven of them were in their human forms and she had told them so.

             They would show up with little things that she would need around the house, sometimes unnoticeable and sometimes ridiculous, they’d bring her small fancy plates and saucers, fabrics and potion ingredients and even a new wand once before they progressed to bringing bigger things like vases and pillows and rugs despite her protesting.

Namjoon was the first to show up at her door with a book in hand to see books about the seven of them scattered on her table. They had stopped popping up directly inside the house after Y/n had yelled at them for freaking her out, “reading up on us I see” he commented as he dragged a chair to sit, “I’ll have to because i literally don’t know anything about the seven of you” she mumbled as she read on. They both read their books in silence before Y/n offered him tea which he accepted gratefully.

  Seokjin and Jungkook were the next one’s to show up because they were hungry, she served them with honey bread and maple syrup. Seokjin showed a keen interest in cooking, offering to help her out while she cooked for the three of them, since then, he’d show up during meal times to eat with her and cook with her, it became something the two of them got used to and one of the greatest things Seokjin would miss once she had passed.

   Jungkook and her bonded over banana milk, the boy couldn’t get enough of it, even taking some back to the demon realm only to come back for more the next day. They both would wander the forest in search of bananas and maple trees and make the banana milk together, he was the most frequent visitor that even Morphus had started to recognize Jungkook who would sit next to Y/n when she milked the cow every morning.

Tae and Jimin would often come together just to mess with her and to make a fool out of the villagers down in the valley. They went herb searching together in the forests. They’d pick flowers for the house and they even dug up a well for the little cottage to use.

Hoseok would also come by often just to gossip with her, telling her about all the events in the demon world, they both would talk over tea and little cakes about Namjoon’s snoring and Seokjin’s new obsession with bad jokes. On days which were not too hot or too cold they’d set up a table outside and just bask in each others company.

Yoongi was the last to visit her, and even when he did visit, he decided to take a nap only to get back up complaining about how bumpy the mattress was before vanishing off and coming back with a new mattress. They’d nap together on days Y/n didn’t have anything to do, and had been found wrapped up with each other by the other quiet often. 

They’d all come together once every few days to have lunch and dinner and to talk and play, enjoying the sun and grass and flowers before they had to go back to the demon world.   

It was funny to see the seven strongest demons be so gentle and ind to a little human girl, weaving flower crowns for her and laying their head in her lap, taking cat naps together.

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They seven boys got quiet attached to the little witch, trying to meet her as often as possible and be as gentle as possible to her. Imagine their surprise when Namjoon walked in on a sorcerer sitting on one of the chairs as Y/n made him a cup of tea. 

“A demon!” the sorcerer shrieked as Namjoon came inside the house, Y/n slowly turned around to see Namjoon standing st the door, greeting him with a smile and a kiss to his cheek, “Namjoon-ah meet my mentor, the great Sorcerer Potter” she introduced as Namjoon felt a green knot form in his chest, he was sure the rest of his mates felt it too because a portal opened not soon after, tossing the 6 other boys into the mortal world, all of them looking eerily calm, “why is he here y/n? he questioned, “he just came to visit” she explained, “then why is his smell all over you?” Jungkook demanded, grabbing her wrist to get a scent of her.

“get lost” Yoongi hissed at the sorcerer, the powerful man shrieked as he apparated to who knows where. “Y/n,” Hoseok said, taking her hands in his, “did he touch you” he asked, his voice low, she shook her head, no, no one had touched her, thank the demons, Jimin thought as he enveloped her in his arms, overpowering the sorcerer’s smell with his own. “good, don’t let anyone touch you except for us little witch” Seokjin mumbled as he placed a kiss on her forehead, she hummed in agreement as they all bundled up in her cozy cottage, now a lot more comfortable and colorful than before.

They loved her but they couldn’t have her because demons didn’t deserve happiness, it was a curse on them, they weren’t meant to love, only hate and kill because even if they loved y/n they’d inevitably end up with a part of their heart hollow because demons couldn’t love little witches because demons were immortal while witches would meet their end soon enough.

None of them laid with their little witch because it was forbidden but they did caress her, they held her close and made her feel warm and loved by each of them, they were tender and careful with her, trying to spend every moment with her and while that might seem like too much for a mortal, it was a mere few moments for immortals and they tried to carve her memory into their hearts and minds so they would never forget her despite how much time passed by.

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The eight of them spent 86 years together, Y/n passed due to illness at the ripe age of a hundred and twelve years with a smile and her seven demons surrounding her when she too her last breath.

The demons wished she’d reincarnate bu they didn’t keep much hope in that because demons wishes were never fulfilled. But they lived on with the memory of the little witch who had summoned them and had carved herself into their cold, dark hearts.

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Y/n's cottage

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[mha-smipy07]

warnings: SMUT, oral (both m/f receiving but m more than f), unprotected sex, language, isn't really a warning but i'm making a part two to this that will be shorter and idk when it will be out.

paring: akaashi keiji x fem!reader

A/n: hii i haven't written anything on here like this before so i hope you like it and feedback would be great or any tips for my writing

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you on your way to the new apartment that your looking at moving in to meet your roommate. you've been looking for a place to move into scene you can't live in a hotel and your parents don't want you living with them now that your in college and dorms where to much monye. being beyond excited about this, like come on 2 bedroom 1 bath apartment that has everything you need and only $300 a month? can't get better than that.

but little did you know you'd be getting a new best friend with benefits.

when you got to the apartment was clean and smelled like? cotton candy? there was a big couch, with a tv in front of it. there's a good sized kitchen with an island.

"so thats my room and that would be your room" he points to the 2 doors, and one is open with you assume is his because the room is somewhat decorated.

"so where's the bathroom?" you ask opening the bedroom door. looking around. there's one two doors in the room next to each other.

"ya one down side is the bathroom is connected between our rooms, and there's no other way to get into it." Akaashi opened one of the 2 doors and there was a bathroom with a shower that takes up one side and the other had a counter and a toilet next to it.

"oh ok" you opened the other door and it's a closet, "i like this place and it's only $300 a month?" you asked looking at Akaashi as he nodded and gives a little yep.

you signed some papers and on you where to moving you shiz in here. Akaashi offered to help move your stuff over and you agreed and the 2 over you headed over your your parents house.

that's was it within 5 hours all your stuff was in your new shared apartment. the house itself was amazing but akaashi was another bonus, tall, nice, respectful, strong, and unbelievably cute and hot.

"un going to order some take out you want some?" he offers as you were organizing your new room.

"um ya sure" you agree and go to grab your wallet but Akaashi stopped you saying he's paying. you tell him what you want trying to keep it cheap.

when he got ack with the food he put it on the coffee table and pulled it closer to the couch. "oh ya i didn't feel a need to have a dining table because i've always watched tv when eating, it's that ok?" he almost looked embarrassed.

"ya ya thats ok dont worry" you fell back onto the couch next to him and turned on the tv. you guys were just eating and getting to know each other

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you and Akaashi have lived together for about 6 months now and without a doubt you have a thing for him. you can't help but let your eyes wanted his body whenever her comes out of his room with some lose sweatpants and no shirt. you could look at him and tell he was an athlete.

every night you two sat on the couch and ate dinner with each other and tonight your gonna try and make a move. you made home made pizza and put the 2 pizzas you made on the coffee table.

"we should watch a horror movie tonight" you said with a smirk on your face. Akaashi look a little surprised because he didn't think you where one for scary movies but he would never turn down a horror movie so he agreed.

he picked the movie and you went to change. you changed into shorts that barely covers your ass, and a cropped tank top. you walked out and dropped your phone, you'd like to say on purpose but it was a accident. but you took advantage of it and bent over in front of Akaashi.

"sorry," you apologize and try your hardest to just give a small smile. you sat a little closer than you normally do. he never questioned your outfit choice because it was a hot due to the broken AC that your waiting to get money too fix. and to be far he was in nothing but some gym shorts and a thin tank top.

you two ate and watch the movie. you started moving closer to him so you where touching his arm. the window was open and a cold breeze came through, so you grabbed a blanket and put it over yourself but Akaashi took some of it and threw it over his legs, throwing his arm over your shoulder pulling your closer.

after about 5 mins you shyly placed your hand in his thigh and he let out a giggle. you could feel his breath on your neck and behind your ear.

"your not that sneaky honey, i know exactly what your trying to do" Akaashi's breath was hot against your skin and his words make your breath get stuck in your throat

"w-what do you mean?" you try playing stupid. "you want me to fuck you dont you? your plan was to turn me on with that little out fit and then bending over in front of me. now putting you hand on your thigh."

you swallow thickly and tried to talk but was cut off

"well your little plan kinda worked. because you do look hella cute in this." Akaashi turned you around and pulled you on to him lap with one swift motion. "know tell me, am i right? you were trying to make me want you?"

you gave a little nod and when you tried to move in to a more comfortable position you felt his semi-hard length on your clothed cunt.

"use your word." his voice was stern and deep. you managed a small "y-yes" out of your throat and you bit your lip. Akaashi smirked and started kissing your neck.

" it was obvious you had a thing for me after like 2 months of you living with me, but i don't mind this" he said against your neck in between kisses. he started sucking softly leaving small red circles on your neck that would be gone by the time you go to sleep.

he hit a soft spot which made you moan a little, encouraging him to suck and bit around that area. you subconsciously started grinding your hips down on to his.

"oo so eager are we?" he asked and let out a small laugh before putting his hands under your shirt. his eyes ask if he can take it off and you give a nod before he threw the shirt across the room.

you started kissing his neck and the grinding of your hips for faster making him hiss a little. you started tugging at his tank top before taking to off him. he unclips your bra and takes it off in seconds, his mouth finding your nipple he started kissing and sucking on it.

he tugged on your shorts and you took those off along with your underwear and he took off his shorts so he was in boxers. you slid off the couch and in between his legs on your knees.

"can i?" you asked hooking your finger around the hem of the boxers on him. he nodded and put his hips up so you could slip them off easily. his cock swung against his stomach and you couldn't wait to feel how heavy he is in your mouth.

you grabbed his cock and wrapped your hand around him. taking a finger from your other hand you pick up the bead of pre cum on the tip of your finger and licked it. your eyes could have rolled to the back of your head just from the taste of him.

you wasted no time putting him in your mouth. he was so heavy on your tongue, but you swirl your tongue around his tip and sucked a little before pushing almost all of him your into mouth in one go. he touched the back of your throat making him throw his head back and let out a short sting of moans. he grabs your hair into a ponytail as you started to set your pace.

"ahh- fuck im gonna come" he warned trying to pull out but you pushed your head down farther and squeezed his balls a little and he came in your mouth.

you looked up at him and swallowed all his seed. you got back up of the couch, straddling his leg and kissed his deeply so he could taste himself on you. he grabbed the back of your head and pushed you closer to him.

his hand creeped between your legs and started playing with your clit making you moan against his lips. he dipped a finger in to your dripping cunt and put his finger in his mouth.

"fuck you are so wet, you liked sucking me off didn't you?" he asked and got a cocky smile. you started grinding against his cock thats now hard again.

"you want me inside you?" he whispered into your ear, in which you nodded as a response. he let out a small chuckle and lifted you up and guided himself in you.

you let out a moan as you slid down his shaft and after you agusted it his size he started bouncing you on his dick. "n-never did i think i-id be fucking you o-on the couch" Akaashi struggled to say between grunts and shaky breaths.

"mm nether did i- ahh fuck right there!" you threw your head back has he hit that soft spot in you. Akaashi adjusted his position under you so he could hold you up and pound into you.

his thrust where sharp and fast. you were so close to your release your eyes started watering because how hard he was going somewhat hurt but the pleasure of your orgasim hit you as you clenched around his cock making him come at the same time.

"ahh damnn fuckk- oh my god" you both stammered out as both of you where trying to come down from your high. after Akaashi got a hold of his breath he got up bringing you with him to his bedroom.

"i hope your ready for more." Akaashi breathed in your ear. he was still half way in you and you tried to move on him but you couldn't. so you started kissing on his neck.

he threw you on his bed and grabbed a tie off his chair. he grabbed your wrist and kissed them before flipping you on your hands and knees pulling a little yelp from you. he tried your wrist together then spread thighs apart.

"you know you have such a pretty pussy, 'm kinda bummed i didn't get to taste it before i came in you,- but now- i came taste myself on you with i like to." his lewd words made you arch your back just a enough he had better access to your throbbing pussy.

he licked a long stripe against your folds, dipping his tongue in you to catch some of his cum on his tongue. after getting his seed on his tongue he licked up your back leaving goosebumps behind.

he quickly returned to your exposed cunt giving it kisses and licking down to your clit to circle his tongue around. damn he was good with his mouth because it didn't take long before you were ready to fall apart and come undone.

"f-fuck akaash im close mm~" you moan as you open your legs more but he stopped. he started kissing and sucking on the back of your thigh and up your ass. before you could look back at him he slammed himself into you.

his pace was ruthless, and the power he had behind his hips was crazy. you were amazed by how loud you were being. all that came out of your mouth was broken moans and slobber collecting on his bed sheets. the new position aloud you to feel every vein and curve of his dick.

he slowed down the pace to where he was barely moving, just grinding his hip into yours.

"f- faster" was all you could utter due to your fizzy head. Akaashi bent over your back to whisper in your ear "come on now, your gonna have to beg for me to go faster darling. but god your pussy is so comfortable" he kissed your neck.

"come on please keiji please go faster i need you" you wine throwing your head back, your turned your head around to look at him. god he was beautiful with his cock lazily moving in and out of you and his shit eating grin on his perfect face.

he reagusted himself and pushed your back down, making you arch it more. the arch was a little uncomfortable but it was long forgotten when your roommate started pounding in to you. after he had a steady pace set you couldn't even make any noise, no moans no nothing. all you could do was sit there and roll your eyes to your brain as Akaashi abused your organs.

"this what you were begging me for right?" keiji bent over you, his sweaty chest on your back as he started kissing and biting at your neck. "you where being such a slut earlier, where did all the big talk go uh?" he taunted you. he moved his hand down to your clit and started rubbing harsh circles around the nevres.

"ah- kashi- t-to much" you wine and wrinkle your face. your lower half burnt so bad but it felt so fucking good. you needed to cum.

"shut up and take it whore." he grabbed your hits for leverage as he pounded into you harders and reassessed for the last time, this time hitting the soft spot that makes you cum every time without fail, over , over and over again.

"'m cl'close, mmm right there f-uck you feel so good" you moan and shoved your head into the bed. you were embarrassed by how you said those kinds of things to him without even thinking, you have never in your life said things like that.

meanwhile when your being embarrassed Akaashi is making it his mission to making you come again. he snuck his hand down your front and to your clit making soft movements. you started moving your hips to meet his and you felt the buildup of pleasure burst inside you. Akaashi growled as you tightened around him.

"mmm god fuck 'm close baby" he actually moaned throwing his head back. his thrust where hard short and fast but it only lasted for 30 secs before he was shooting his seed in you.

he flopped over next to you, trying to calm his breath. he pulled you on to his so that you were laying on his side with your head on his chest. wrapping his arms around you he kissed your head.

out of nowhere he shot up and started carrying you into the bathroom and started filling the bath.

"uh what are you doing?" you asked with a small confused smile. he turned around and looked at you confused "um in cleaning you up, that's what guys normally do after sex" he kissed your cheek and lowed you into the water then sitting behind you.

"oh, no one has done this before" you said looked and playing the the water.

Akaashi wrapped his arms around you resting his chin on your shoulder "well then i think those guys are shitty and don't know how to treat a woman good" you turned around and looked at him with a small smile.

grabbing some soap and a washcloth Akaashi clean you head to toe, making sure not to get any in you when watching his cum out of you. "i don't think i have to take the cum out but i always get worried you'll get pregnant for an infection if i don't" he whispered into your ear and kissed your jaw.

when he was dont rinsing you off he grabbed a towel and dried you off. he gave you one of his tee shirts and threw on some boxers before laying down, and pulling you into the same position but with your legs in between his.

"hey, i just want you to know that nothing has to be weird between up after this but just know, um i like you a lot" Akaashi whispered to you but was looking a way trying to avoid eye contact.

"i love you.."

"i love you too y/n"

#akaashi smut #akaashi x y/n #akaashi keji x reader #smut #akaashi haikyuu #im a shit person #im also a shit writer i know #keiji akaashi #akaashi #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu smut

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

one wish granted

Summary: You could have wished that the man you had loved all your life finally would love you back. It was him granting the wishes after all. Instead you wished you had never met him. That you really didn’t remember him maybe was the punishment Max deserved most.

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F!Reader

Wordcount: 2.6k+

Warnings: Spoilers for WW84, fluff, angst

A/N: I don’t know why but I’m hella scared to post this. Hope you enjoy it anyways x

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Of course you found yourself back where it all started. These walls held so many memories. Back when you had dreams. When you would work into the middle of the night just because you wanted him to be happy. To have a better future for you and the man you loved. Even if he never loved you in the same way. But years went by and things changed. 

Yes, you still wanted success but above all you wanted him to love you back. He made it very clear you weren’t more to him than just a friend. So one day, when he told you that he met someone and wanted to expand the company you decided to end this. This crush of yours. To end going above all to please him, to make him see you in any other way than his friend and business partner. You wouldn’t find happiness pining over a man who would never see you the same way you saw him.

Maxwell had changed so much from the first time you met him to this day. The insecure boy who had helped you sell lemonades after school turned into a man desperate for success. But still insecure. He even changed his name. Shaking your head you looked over the chaos on the streets. You remembered the many nights you sat in this window with some shitty take out. You didn’t know why you had the urge to go and visit the tiny office space you and him had started his business in. The business that started here had turned into one of the biggest companies in the states. Even more so in the last weeks. That’s when you noticed the change in him. He seemed possessed and you couldn’t take it anymore. Quitting your post, sad when he didn’t seem to mind. Of course, you hadn’t stopped loving him. Maybe you had stayed all these years to feel close to him. The real Max, that didn’t sell his soul for some crazy idea of power. Power always came with a price. That he still hadn’t learned that after all these years…

You had no problems entering the office, now occupied by some other company, the place deserted. People probably off to live their dream now that it seemed they were granted. You saw the TV on a shelf Max looking sick and tired as he continued to ask the whole world for their wishes. A sad smile tugged to your lips.

“I wish we would have never met and I would never have fallen in love with you.”

The next day

With a smile on your lips you made your way through the busy streets. After the chaos of the previous days, people seemed desperate to get back to their old routine. The bistro at the corner already had your usual breakfast order ready. You gave them a generous tip and continued your way down the street. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so light. So happy. 

The longer you walked the more you thought about the fact that you didn’t know where you were actually going. Frowning, you stopped in front of an impressive building. Biting your lip you looked up. Black Gold. The name rang something and you knew it was where you worked. Like on autopilot you made your way into the building, getting more confused the longer you walked and saw no person working inside.

It was at the door of your office that you looked to your side, to the office next to yours, reading the name “Maxwell Lord, CEO” on the door. Pushing the door slowly open you were surprised to find a man sitting at the desk, his head in his hands. He didn’t seem to have noticed you as you looked at him. He had golden hair that seemed unnatural. His shirt was dirty, his tie loose. Letting your view wander you saw Alistar sleeping on the sofa. A soft smile tugged to your lips. You always adored the child. 

“You came.” Your head snapped to the man, his focus now on you, his brown eyes seemed relieved.

“Of course. I work here.” I think you added in your thoughts. Everything seemed a little cloudy since you woke up this morning. It seemed like your mind was trying to desperately try to remember something, like waking up after a dream you couldn’t remember. Looking into the man's eyes in front of you, the same feeling washed over you. You should know him. He was the CEO of this company. The company you had worked in for the last ten years. 

“I don’t think there is much work left here.” He sighed. You could see the sadness in his eyes. 

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused. He chuckled.

“Come on el cerebro. I know you want to say it.”

“Say what?” You walked into the office.

“That you were right. That I should have listened to you. That you told me this wouldn’t end well.” He shook his head and you could see the tears in his eyes.

“I…”, you could feel the beginning of a headache. “Why would I tell you that? I don’t even know you.” 

Whenever Max had fucked up in the past, there was one constant in his life. His best friend. His business partner. His brain. El cerebro. The woman he had shared more nights with, than with his ex-wife. The woman he knew he could always call, no matter how much he had fucked up. Because you were his family. But now looking up into your eyes he felt like this was a cruel joke. He could take everything. He would take whatever punishment the world had in store for him, God knows he deserved it. But losing his best friend? 

“What do you mean you don’t know me? We’ve known each other since we were 13 years old.”, he asked quietly. Suddenly very tired you sat down in front of him.

“I... I don’t… We have never met each other,” you said. You looked at him, your heart breaking at the look he gave you. 

“Please… Please don’t…,” he closed his eyes, his head back in his hands as he began to sob.

“Auntie Ce.” Alistar said and you turned your head, smiling at the boy. You got up from your seat, shielding him from the man you knew was his father as you walked over and sat down next to him. He hugged you tightly.

“I missed you,” he whispered against your neck.

“I missed you too,” you ran your hand through his hair. “Are you spending the day with your dad?”

“I think so. He promised to ask you to bake a cake with us.” Alistar said excitedly. You smiled, looking over to Max sitting at his desk, watching the two of you. Of course you must have known him. You knew that he was Alistar’s father. You knew that you were Alistar’s godmother. You knew that you had been working here all your life. You knew every detail of your life.

Why was it that you couldn’t remember him? 

A big part of your life? You felt the familiarity between you. But you had no memory of ever meeting him. 

“Well then, let’s go bake some cake.” 

It seemed like every memory that connected to Maxwell Lord’s face had vanished from your mind. You could remember every little detail of your life. You could remember everything that had ever happened, but Maxwell seemed to be erased.

It was a month after the day you walked into the office that you found yourself at his old house. He had sold it and asked you if you would like to pick up some of your stuff. The relationship between the two of you was complicated. You could see the hurt on his face every time you looked at him. The hopeful glint of his eyes that maybe you did remember him. Walking through the hallway you saw the many pictures hanging on the walls. You could see yourself on many of them. Standing next to Maxwell on the first day in the new headquarters of Black Gold. You in his arms, laughing with Alistar in your lap who was grinning from ear to ear after having his first spaghetti bolognese. 

You and Maxwell when you were younger in your old apartment, painting the walls. You remembered each of these moments. Why couldn’t you remember him? You could see the way you looked at him in the last picture. You don’t remember ever being in love. You had spent the last weeks wondering how it was possible to not remember one of the most important people in your life. Maybe the most important person in your life. Maybe it was time to ask said person for some answers.

You knew what he had done. He had told you it was him who tried to turn the world into chaos by granting wishes. You didn’t understand it in detail, but you could see how sorry he was. And you knew he was ready for all the consequences he might be facing. He was bankrupt, he almost lost his son, his best friend didn’t remember him, and the hearing next week didn’t do anything to ease his mind.

You felt sorry for him, yet a part of you knew that this had to happen for him to finally notice that he couldn’t continue like in the past.

“I have your stuff here.” You heard him. Turning around you gave him a small smile as you walked over.

There was all kinds of stuff on the kitchen table, yet a little velvet box caught your attention.

“What’s this?” you asked, reaching for it. You didn’t see the alarming look in his eyes as you opened the box and saw a ring staring back at you. Gasping you looked up into his warm eyes. You could see the way he sucked his bottom lip in, something he always did when he was nervous. But only in front of you. 

“I forgot to put it away…,” he shook his head.

“Max, why is there a diamond ring on this table?” you whispered. In the back of your mind you noticed how he had been wearing the shirt you gifted him for his last birthday. He sat down next to you, gently grabbing your hand that was still holding the box.

“I bought this ring almost 10 years ago. You had just told me to go fuck myself cause I had invested all our money into what in the end was a good call.”

“I wasn’t pissed because of the money. I was pissed because you didn’t tell me,” you shook your head, remembering how mad you were at him.

“I know. You had been so angry. That’s one thing I admire about you. You don’t take my bullshit. If I would have listened to you, all of this wouldn’t have happened.” 

You sighed.

“I couldn’t take it anymore, Max. You were destroying not only the company but yourself and everything that mattered to you. You didn’t even blink when I said I won’t be back if you choose power over our friendship.”

“And I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry for everything that happened, believe me. If I could turn back time, I would. But you know what the hardest thing has been? Losing you. I was blind. So blind.”

You felt a nervous flutter inside of you.

“10 years ago, when you left for your vacation in Spain, I bought this ring. Because I couldn’t imagine a life without you. I knew, know, that I love you. More than a friend. You are the only woman I ever loved and I will be sorry forever that I didn’t tell you sooner. It’s probably selfish to do now, but I don’t even know what we are at this point.” He shook his head, looking at the floor. You didn’t even notice that you had started to cry until a tear dropped on the back of your hand. He loved you? 10 years ago? You shook your head.

“Why did you marry Vanessa then? If you loved me?” you whispered. He looked up, one of his hands reaching out, his thumb brushing the tears on your cheeks away.

“It was one drunk night that I got her pregnant. I couldn’t… It was stupid. I shouldn’t have married her. I never really loved her. I just loved the idea of having a family.”

“Max…”

“It doesn’t matter now. The universe is punishing me by making you forget about me. Cruel, but probably what I deserve. I’m only sad about not knowing if you…” He stopped, looking down to your joined hands.

“If I would have said yes? If I loved you too?” you whispered. He nodded. You swallowed. When he looked up it seemed like everything came crashing down on you. Every single moment you had spent with him. Every single time it had broken your heart that the man in front of you didn’t have the same feelings for you.

“Max did you never ask yourself why in all the years we’ve known each other, I never even had a date?” you asked him. He looked at you, his eyes not leaving yours.

“I have never even kissed before. I’m in my thirties and I have never been kissed, and you know why? Because I thought the man who I was in love with, didn’t take me for more than a friend,” you closed your eyes. “When I saw your broadcast, asking people for their wishes, I made a wish too.” You sucked your bottom lip in. 

“I wished to have never met you, and to not have fallen in love with you.” Opening your eyes you looked at him. He squeezed your hand.

“You remember? You love me?” he whispered.

“Since the first day we met,” you nodded.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”, he shook his head, his eyes swimming in tears. You smiled sadly, looking down at the beautiful ring in the box. It wasn’t something special, just a white gold band with an emerald green stone.

“Ask me now,” you whispered. He blinked as he looked at you. A million emotions on his face. 

“You sure?” You only nodded at him. He breathed in deeply before he got up from the chair to kneel down in front of you, grabbing the velvet box to fully take your hand.

“I have loved you for the last 10 years. Every day. Every night. Every moment we did not spend together and every moment we did spend together. I have done so much damage not only to you but to the entire planet. I don’t have anything to offer you other than my heart. Will you marry me?” 

You couldn’t help the smile as you looked at him, tears in your eyes.

“Yes. Yes I will marry you.” You nodded. Max’s lips mirrored your smile as he took the ring out to push it on your left ring finger. You looked down at it, reaching for him to come closer as you parted your legs, so he was kneeling in between them.

“No more wasting time. No more lies. I just want you, Max. No matter if you’re rich or poor. I love you.” You framed his face with your hands and he nodded, his nose brushing over yours. It was you who leaned in your lips brushing over his. It was all you ever imagined it would be and better. You felt his arms closing around you, bringing you closer as he deepened the kiss, his teeth on your bottom lip.

“I love you.”, he whispered against your lips.

“I love you too.”

#my writing #maxwell lord #max lord #Maxwell lord x reader #Pedro pascal #fanfic #fanfiction

[dreaming-of-assclass]

AssClass Bedroom Headcanons: Part 2

Part 1 Here

Kataoka

Definitely has the neatest room.

Her room is very light-colored with a lot of white furniture because she loves how classy it looks.

Her floor has to be clear or else she’ll lose her mind.

Has pastel feminine bedspread and decor because she likes the frills and girly vibe.

Has lots of posters of her favorite swimmers and women she looks up to.

Even her books and school supplies on her desk are so organized.

Enjoys stepping onto her soft, warm fluffy rug in the mornings.

Okajima

Has a comfy bed but honestly, this boy lives on the mini couch seating instead.

Like 99% of the time, he’s crouching there doing homework or camera stuff. Or also flipping through magazines.

Has a big window with nice curtains so he can control the lighting for picture-taking purposes.

He has the most boring ass covers lmao, it’s like a thin sheet that he sleeps under. His female friends roast him all the time for it.

Has a couple bookshelves filled with textbooks and photography equipment!

There’s a couple of plants but they were gifts from Sugaya.

Overall the vibes are nice and cozy. Slightly hermit vibes but it’s all good.

Kayano

I’m sorry but this room is so gorgeous to me, I just had to give it to her.

So like she lives in an apartment as a 3-E student and she definitely would be able to afford a rlly nice one, with her money from acting.

The room has really lovely boho vibes, but it’s also rlly modern at the same time??

Has a very large window with a stunning view that she looks at often, in thought.

Keeps a couple books at her bedside, along with painkillers and manuscripts.

Tbh it’s somewhat neat because she can’t stand messiness. But it gets messy often because she has other things to focus on and she’s sad.

There’s a bunch of pudding wrappers all around on the floor.

Hayami

Her room is a little basic by these standards tbh, but it’s super comfortable.

It’s fairly spacious since she practices dancing in there sometimes.

Has a lot of windows because she likes natural sunlight. And at night, she keeps them open slightly to enjoy the sounds of the night, like crickets, cars passing by, etc

Owns so many adorable cat plushies that she keeps in her bed.

I’d say her room is pretty neat, but during her time in 3-E, I can see Hayami throwing things around more often. Like she has other things to think about.

Her furniture is all so aesthetic looking and pretty. Like the vibes are very pretty in the room overall.

Sugino

I’m so sorry y’all, but I feel like his bedroom would be plain af 😭

Like it’s Sugino lmao. I can’t see him really thinking about “aesthetic” or “decor” lol. BUT don’t fret, it’s still very charming in its own way!

It would be pretty small since in canon, his family lives in a certain type of public housing/apartments.

His bed frame would be the kind that’s very low to the ground. Which is nice so he can just flop onto there when he’s dead tired.

Has very thick black-out curtains to block any sunlight since the boy wants all the rest he can get.

Has a single desk for his PC and as a place to do schoolwork. Also where he can play some video games lol.

Would have a couple stuffed animals on his bed UwU.

Yoshida

I’m getting very suave vibes for his bedroom tbh. Like out of all the guys, he’s the best at decorating.

Given that his family isn’t very big, I wanna say he’d have a decently-spaced room.

There’s super cool lighting in the room with the lights he hung up, and his lamp. Like the ambience is just 👌

Has pictures of his family and friends framed and sitting on his dresser. It’s so sweet.

Also has a stuffed teddy bear that he got when he was kids and playing with Hara.

Tbh he’s barely in his room. He’s usually either with the class, squad, or working on his motorcycles.

Has many books on physics, mechanics engineering, etc in a single bookshelf in his room.

Kimura

Idk, my first thought was that he’d have a small-ish room that’s packed with lots of stuff.

I feel like Kimura is the type of gremlin who would lowkey hoard things lmao. Like it would sit in his drawer for 4 years before he decides what to do.

But yeah. I can see him with small shelves filled with various different things. One of them has some indoor workout equipment.

He has a desk that’s constantly cluttered, no matter how often he clears it. It also has his computer.

The only reason his room is ever clean is because his mother has cleaned it. As soon as the 3-E girls find this out, they absolutely give him a lesson on tidiness.

Has some stuffed animals that he bought to try impress Kurahashi but he ended up loving them for real lmao.

Ritsu

Ok so of course, Ritsu has probably made her own lil world and home digitally. But that means she’d also decorate/create her own bedroom!

I’m a big advocate for a Ritsu who always changes aesthetic but I think her bedroom is pretty easy to figure out.

First of all, it would be hella random lmao. Like the absolute weirdest items and decorations are just all around, on the floor, wall, etc lmaoooo.

THE BED HAS TO BE EXTREMELY COMFY WITH A CUTE SPREAD. This will be her main residing area when she binges K-Dramas and other shows she loves.

Also there’s a giant TV in the room lmao.

All of her books, games, and forms of entertainment are probably lying on the floor lolol.

Yeah it’s pretty messy. One of her classmates or teachers has to remind her to clean up.

#assclass #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assassination classsroom #post #headcanons #megu kataoka #taiga okajima #kaede kayano #rinka hayami #taisei yoshida #justice kimura #ritsu

[fairydollsteps]

Hey

Can I request Zenitsu with a female demon reader who lost her husband because of demons and was turned into a demon too and Zenitsu reminds her of her husband when they first meet so she just starts to cry and hug, cling to him? c:

Hello! I find your request interesting and I would love to write it down! :D I do hope you don’t mind if I describe the reader's relationship with Zenitsu is platonic instead just see Zenitsu like a family member as the reader would be a lot older than him, like an adult and also there will be some changes here and there but is related to your request. I do hope what I wrote is what you wanted! There will be a short scenarios about the reader past and some headcanon along with it too. Enjoy reading! 💖

Zenitsu with a Sisterlike Demon Friend

The happiness that you thought would last forever with your dear husband was shattered into countless pieces

It all happens during the night where you and your husband were eating dinner together. The food served was delectable that you enjoy it so much. Just like how the demon enjoying itself devouring your husband after it has crashed into your home.

Just right before you were attacked by the vicious demon, your husband covers you and fights back. Even so, the demon has left you a severe wound that has its blood in it which you will suffer later on.

You were watching your husband fighting the demon back, watches his neck get bitten in the process while you try to stop your bleeding. He screamed at you to run and never come back, you can hear the anguish and pain in his voice.

You did what you were told by your husband out of fear and distress as you can’t handle another second to see the sight of your beloved getting killed. You head out of your house and run away, never looking back. You run as fast as you can, not noticing your blood dripping down from your wound, leaving a trail of blood behind you as you run.

You are turning into a demon as you kept running. It hurts physically but you ignored it and keep running but it worse as you can feel a sharp piercing pain from you wound. You collapsed down and started vomiting blood on the ground violently. Blood is also shedding from your eyes and you can feel your whole entire body tormented from this excruciating pain.

You are turning into a demon.

Now that all conclude the reader’s past, let dive into the headcanons part(cause I am lazy to put in so much effort in continuing this.)

You thought you are going to die at this point, what you didn’t know that the blood trail behind that you bled before has kill some demons with its lethal scent that was about to prey on you.

Little did you know, a young lady with butterfly hairpin both side, wearing a black uniform was watching the whole thing unfold. Watching you vomiting blood on the ground violently then collapsed unconscious.

The next thing you saw after you regain your conscious is where you in a cell. You also saw a bunch of people in different height and build. You also saw the young lady earlier right before you collapsed.

You expect yourself to be petrified because the people are glaring deep in to your soul but you felt nothing. Numb will be the right word for how you are feeling now when suddenly the lady you saw before walk up to you.

“Hello, I am Kanae Kocho. Please stay calm, we are not going to do anything with you. We just wanted to have a talk with you,” she said as she smile sweetly.

That’s when a man with a black shoulder length comes in. Kagaya Ubuyashiki.It’s his name you heard as he was introduced by his children.

He talks to you gently while you are in a cage with a soft smile. He asks you what had happened to you and you explains everything, the tragic events that you have to go through to him.

Of course, the people you saw earlier who were introduced as the Hashira, were suspicious about what you said but also shocked that you have saved many slayers from their corps.

Apparently, what they meant is that your Blood Demon Art has saved countless of lives from the corps where they were investigating the area you were in to hunt down demons.

None has died, only some suffer minor injuries. 

Of course, there is some arguments here and there whether they should keep you as their most powerful weapon to hunt demons down or to just slay your head off for good.

It was then decided that the Demon Slayer Corps should keep you after Kanae express her opinion and concern that many casualties would happen if it wasn’t for your power and that you have no intention of killing humans.

Once all has been concluded, you were left to be alive instead getting your head cut off but you would many restrictions. You were later send to Tamayo and Yushiro to stay with them.

You started your lives with them. Tamayo welcomed you in warmly while Yushiro is just glaring at you which he soon get scolded by Tamayo.

Your Life as a demon

Let’s just say that, your husband’s death has put a huge impact on you deeply. You become cold and emotionless. The only person who you can trust for now is Tamayo as she also go through the same thing and also has similar demon technique.

You help her with creating medicine and stuff and soon become a doctor just like her.

Yushiro would later on have respect with you for how you work hard for Tamayo. 

You don’t show it, you are disgusted of yourself for become a same species with the monster that has murdered your dear husband. You would left yourself a scar or cut on your face every time you see yourself in the mirror, just watching the blood drip down and hating yourself.

 You don’t care about the injuries you had put on yourself cause it will regenerate itself anyway because you are a demon. You bottle and repress your feelings because you are demon and nobody care if you cry cause you are hated for what you have become. Even you never choose to become what you have become.

You are afraid of the thought of how your husband would think about because you have become a demon.

Because you are a demon.

You keep thinking about this often, degrading yourself while keeping a stern and empty face. Showing absolutely no emotions and weakness.

The only reason why you are still alive is because Tamayo was there to comfort you when you are feeling down although you never show it.

One day, you were the strolling around the street during the night. You just want to relax a bit from your mind. The street was dark and quiet. After all, you were out late in the night.

Until the silence was interrupted by a scream from a far distance. You follow it as it sounds like someone is in trouble and hopeless.

You saw a demon on your way, hobbling towards to you. You don’t care about it an annihilate it immediately using your blood demon technique.

That’s when the scream stops, you turn around and saw a blonde boy on top a tree, clinging tightly on one of its branches.

“IS IT DEAD ALREADY!?!?!??! IS IT!??! IS IT!!!! THAT THING WAS HELLA SCARY THAT I JUST RUN!!!!!! the boy screamed.

You walk to towards to the tree and reach out your hand to him.

“No worries, is gone now. Please come down. You might fall,” you said in a reserved turn.

“A-a-are you sure!!??!?!? Y-y-you s-should you k-k-killed it??? he said obviously not believing a word you say until he realized something. You are a demon.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! YOU JUST KILL IT WITH WHAT SEEMS LIKE A BLOOD DEMON ART!!! YOU ARE A DEMON!!!!?!?!? WHY THE HELL DID YOU SAVE ME!??!?! he yelled again after realisation hits him like a boulder.

That’s when you saw a clear image of the boy. He looks just like him. Your husband . You froze for a while and the way the boy knowing you are a demon reminds you all the past. The past that you wished to cover forever comes back.

Your knee drop and then you starts sobbing. All your hate and disgust on yourself is coming back at the same time and its too much for you to handle them anymore. You continue think how your late husband thinks of you. A monster? A strange creature? Not the person that he used to love?

You started to cry when the boy talks to you. “U-um...hey, I am s-sorry for w-what I mentioned earlier,” There is some fear in his voice but there is also some gratitude and sincerity in it. “E-even if you are a d-demon, you did s-save my life after all,”.

He still though keep his distance with you. You noticed a wound on his hand and some on the side of his forehead. You offer the boy to treat your wounds as it do looks pretty severe.

He was reluctant for a while until give in. You still keep your distance with him while tending him, as you do not wanted to scared him like before. Mainly because it makes you think that’s how your husband feel to you because the boy looks so much like your husband except the boy is blonde.

“What’s your name?” you ask. “U-um is Zenitsu A-agatsuma. You can call me Z-Zenitsu,” he answered. “I’m (Y/n) (L/N),”.

Once you finished tending him, you explain yourself a bit that you are working for Demon Slayer Corps along with Tamayo and Yushiro. Zenitsu soon trusted you a little after knowing that you are a no threat.

Just as he was about, you quickly propose to walk back with him as you are worry for his safety to go back.

You both begin to talk and knowing about each other as you both walk. You and Zenitsu enjoy together chatting and Zenitsu is smiling because he can finally talk to a women without making himself a complete fool and making himself look weird. You begin to smile and feel happy for the first time and forever after what you have gone through.

Your Relationship with Him

Once Zenitsu is comfortable with you, your relationship with him is quite similar with Tanjiro, Nezuko and Tamayo. Like Zenitsu helps you finally feel happy and makes you smile just like how Tanjiro and Nezuko makes Tamayo feel the loving feelings of a family.

You are pretty older than Zenitsu so Zenitsu calls you (L/N)-san as a sign of respect for you and you really appreciate it.

You begin visiting the Butterfly Estate during after for a long time just to see how Zenitsu is doing. Shinobu, of course was aware and distrustful with you but warm up a little after knowing that you just wanted to know how Zenitsu is doing after coming back from a mission. Shinobu started to welcome you when you come to visit and started to respect you after you are willingly to share some of your knowledge with poison and medicine with her. she stills don’t trust you but still has some respect and kindness for you.

Zenitsu would introduce you to his friends,Tanjiro and Inosuke. You heard a lot about them from Zenitsu during your conversation with him. Tanjiro would a little bit flustered because of how gorgeous you are and a little scared because you look so stern and cold but soon warm up to you after you treat him with kindness and respect. Inosuke would also like you after you give him some rice balls and shrimp that he becomes so touched that he was stucked for a while because of how generous you are and thinks you are some goddes or something.

Zenitsu would of course be pissed if these two were to hog your attention too much that he feels left out. You would of course meet Nezuko as both you and Nezuko suffered from the same tragedies.

Zenitsu won’t feel any romantic feelings for you because you are a lot older than him so instead, he sees you as like and elder sister and a role model.

You would act like a role model to Zenitsu. Always teaching him how to behave and collect himself when he lost his composure. Also giving him advice  and so on. Zenitsu respect you deeply ever since then.

You would also act like a protective elder sister to Zenitsu. and zenitsu loves it. You would always check on him when he come back from a mission, making sure he is eating well, always making medicine for him when he is hurt and so on. You would sometimes offer to tag along a mission with Zenitsu so you can protect him and make sure he is alive. You did all of this for him because you do not want Zenitsu to suffer the same fate as your husband.

Speaking of your husband death, you have once mentioned your tragic past to Zenitsu and explained that he looks so much like your husband which explained why you are so protective and caring towards him. You also mention your hate and disgust on yourself for what you have become.

Then Zenitsu immediately freaks out after recalling your first meeting with hima and he apologies to you profusely. After feeling absolutely guilt for making you cry because of his overexaggerating reaction.

You reassure him that’s alright and is just that he didn’t know. He do still feels guilt though but you would give your sincere reassurance to him.

After you have talk about your past, he wanted to become stronger and more braver so you do not have to worry about him.

Zenitsu would come in a speed of lightning when he knows that you are upset on yourself and would try to comfort you. You really appreciate his effort in cheering you up.

You would also try to help Zenitsu in his training like explaining parts that he can improve and motivate him to continue fighting and training.

Because you are a demon and can’t walk under the sun, you and Zenitsu would hang out at the street markets or go shopping during the night. These memories you created with him are memorable and precious.

You were glad that you save Zenitsu from before as he has helps you heal the scar that was caused from your husband’s death.

All you wished for Zenitsu is for him alive and living happily.

Words: 2,340.....AAHAVIYQWVCKQW!!!! I am sorry that I got carried away for writing so much! I just have so many idea for this and would hate it so much to throw it away!!! This tooks me so long so likes and reblog would be deeply appreciated .Anyway, thank you for reading and have a good day!

#kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x you #zenitsu x reader #agatsuma x reader #kimetsu no yaiba agatsuma zenitsu #agatsuma zenitsu #zenitsu x you #zenitsu x y/n #agatsuma x you #agatsuma x y/n #kny zenitsu #kny #zenitsu headcanons #zenitsu imagines #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #kny headcanons #kny imagines #agatsuma headcanons #kny x you #kny x y/n

[darkmulti]

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭:

𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐕

⚠️: if you’re a softy, keep scrolling. If you click ‘keep reading’ don’t complain.

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Pairings: Taehyung x female reader

Do not request for ‘Pick Your Split’

Word Count: 2.9k 

A/N: y’all already know I had to do this with Taehyung. The “Meeting V” part was suppose to be in point form but, I hit the limit and had to change it. So the writing is pretty shitty. Sorry! Not edited 

~ NSFW ~

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐃𝐈𝐃) 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲/𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.

This profile is for entertainment purposes only and do not represent the real Kim Taehyung.

⚠️: Murder, mentions of murder, gun play, knife play, blood,

⚠️: dub con, mentions of non con, dark/hardcore kinks (all are in V’s punishment part)

Please Read At Your Own Risk!

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Meeting V:

You were walking home from work after a long, late night shift. The streets were dark and empty. The flickering street lights being the only source of light.

You didn’t live in the best neighborhood or have the best job. But hey, at least you’re not homeless. At least you have a roof over your head.

Violence is normal in this neighborhood. You can hear people fighting or yelling as you quickly walk home. Drug dealers and criminals wondered in the streets.

You were about a block away from your apartment, when you looked across the street and see a man pointing a gun at another man who was beaten down on the sidewalk. You wanted to run away but what if he sees you and shoots you?

While thinking about what to do, the man holding the gun notices you. Right then he pulls the trigger and the bullet goes straight through the man’s head.

Your breath hitched as you saw the man’s head hit the cement. The other man flipped his gun in the air and caught it while walking across the road, coming towards you. You didn’t move or say anything. After all his gun was loaded, he was the one with power.

Damn it! You should’ve just called an Uber!

“Look at what we have here, Taehyung. Isn’t she pretty?”

You visibly gulp and look up into his sharp, dark eyes. His hand came up to touch your face but you flinch and step back. He then brings his gun up to your face and you hold your breath.

“Don’t worry, princess. I won’t hurt you.”

He rubbed the side of his gun along your cheek. Oddly, he was gentle. Almost like he was admiring your face.

“What is a little girl like you doing in the city’s most dangerous neighborhood? You know these streets are infested by criminals and creeps..”

Your heart was beating so fast, it could’ve just popped out of your chest

“I-I l-live here.”

You stupidly stutter, showing him that you’re afraid of him. He frowns at your responses then offers,

“How about I walk you home? So no one hurts you.”

You agreed since he had the gun and pointed to your apartment building. The man tucked his gun away, behind his back and grabbed your hand.

“Shall we?”

Both of you walked and made small talk. He didn’t tell you his name, but you told him your name which again, another stupid move. Once you arrived at your apartment door, you finally thanked him and said goodnight.

“Not so fast, little girl. You saw me kill someone. You have to come with me now. Pack some clothes. I’ll be waiting.”

“What?! I swear, I won’t tell anyone what I saw! I swear! Please don’t.” You begged

“I don’t like to repeat myself, little girl. Go. Get. Your. Stuff.” He said in a stern tone, giving you his dark, intimidating eyes again.

You let out a shaky breath before opening the door and walking in. He follows close behind then shuts the door. This could be your chance to get help!

“You can wait here, I’ll go get some of my stuff.”

He scoffs, “I’m not stupid. I’m coming with you.”

“What do you mean?”

He grabs your neck and brings his face close to yours

“I’m sure you already have a plan on how to escape me. Right now I’m not in the mood to deal with your bullshit.”

He follows you to your room and plops down on your bed. You take out your duffle bag and start packing your clothes

“Wow babygirl. Who are you wearing these for, huh?

In between his fingers hanged your red, velvet thongs

You walk over to him and snatch it out of his hands

“N-no one.”

“Well.. they’ll be for me soon.” He said, biting his lips while looking at it.

The man picked out matching panties and bras for you while you packed the rest of your clothes. He neatly folded them and placed them in your bag.

“That’s all you need, princess. I’ll buy you new and appropriate clothes. One of my men will sell this apartment and you can move in with me.”

“Wait what?! No no no no no no! I’m not moving out of here- this is my first apartment! I’m not gonna leave all my stuff.”

“Hush, princess. I hate it when you talk. You can’t live here. Too dangerous. I’ll give you the best life.”

You sat down on your bed and refused to move, completely forgetting about the gun in his back pocket.

“If you don’t get up in the next three seconds, I’ll kill your whole family darling.” He pulled out your passport from his pocket.

Fuck! You were fucked! You quickly got up and followed him out of your apartment with your bag in hand.

A black BMW waited in the front of the building. He opened the backseat door for you so you hurriedly get in and put your seatbelt on. You noticed that there was a driver. Either you were about to be kidnapped or this man’s hella rich.

During the car ride, you decided to break the silence.

“What do you want me to call you?” You look at him and he looks right back at you. “Daddy”

It was your turn to scoff so you did. “Another name please.”

“Taehyung. My real name is Kim Taehyung. Soon yours will be Kim Y/N, princess.”

‘Taehyung’ you thought to yourself. Isn’t that the name he said earlier. Was he talking to himself?

“Princess, give me your phone.”

“I don’t have one.”

“Stop lying. Give me it.”

“I don’t have one! I can’t afford a phone.”

“You’ve been walking home alone in that neighborhood without a phone. For once, I agree with V.”

“V? Who’s V?”

Taehyung didn’t say anything. A smirk landed on his face instead. “Who’s V? Telll meee!” You whine. “Shut up! You’ll wake him up.”

“Huh? Where is he?” You confusedly check around the car, looking for another person

“Is the drivers name V?” You look back at Taehyung and he’s playing around with a pocket knife

“You woke him up, little girl. You deal with him.”

Just then you arrived at his.. mansion. Your jaw dropped as you saw the 15,000 square foot mansion

“This is your house, Taehyung?” You whispered, still in shock. He didn’t respond. In fact, he looked annoyed “Get out of the car.” You quickly got out and stood next to him, still amazed by the ginormous house.

One of his maids brought you to your new room while Taehyung disappeared somewhere in the house. You were still uneasy about everything. But your curious, naive, little mind wanted to know more

Why didn’t Taehyung kill you too?

What did Taehyung do for a living?

Why did he kill that man?

Whose V?

All these questions clouded your brain until you hear a knock on the door. You open the door and see the maid standing in the door way

“Here sweetheart, I brought you a fresh new pair of pyjamas. Right now V is present. I suggest you lock the door before going to bed, honey.”

“What? Why would I do that? Whose V?”

The women’s eyes filled with fear. “Taehyung hasn’t told you?”

“No! What the fuck is going on?! Who is V?” She pushed you into your room and locked the door

“V and Taehyung are the same person. He has split personalities. Taehyung has been going through a lot ever since he was young. V helps him cope. Taehyung doesn’t hurt people. V does. He does it without any emotion.”

What have you gotten yourself into?

It took awhile for you to comprehend everything. “H-How do I know when V’s out?”

“He’s usually more aggressive and flirtatious. He’s more violent and does all the torturing and killing. Taehyung will tell you if it’s him. He’s more gentle. I wouldn’t say caring though. Taehyung is a fast thinker. He’s very stri- ”

You both hear a loud, desperate scream. Your heart started racing in your chest and you quickly run to the door to see what it is. Before you could open it, the maid quickly shuts it and pushes you back.

“Are you crazy! V will kill you! Leave him! Let him release his anger!”

“But- ”

“Sit down, and don’t make a sound. The slightest thing triggers him.”

The hallway went silent. V was looking for his next target. Bodies laid across the floor. Some not breathing, some barely breathing

You innocently sit on the bed, not expecting it to make a loud squeak. You cover your mouth and your face turns red. V quickly came over to your room and the maid told you to hide

She opened the door and V grabbed her neck and pushed her onto the bed. He almost choked her to death until you came out of your hiding spot, pushing him off of her

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you, little girl.”

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V’s punishment:

He threw you over his shoulder and spanked your ass

“You think you can run from daddy?!”

Another spank landed on your ass, making you whimper

He loved spanking you

And slapping your face while fucking you

V was into hardcore ddlg

Had the biggest daddy kink

V wanted you to call him daddy all the time

He wanted you to scream and cry because of his cock

V definitely pushed your limits

He wanted you to be terrified of him

Had a lot of dark kinks

V can’t control himself around you

Whenever he sees you, he just wants to grab you and fuck you as hard as he can

Your just so pure and fragile

It fucking turns him on

Your little whines and squeals when he thrusts into you are the best

The skin slapping is so hard

You have bruises because V is too rough

Both V and Tae are into ddlg and they gave you the same rules

One of the rules is you can’t say no to them

So anything that V gives you, you take it like a good girl

He definitely has a dacryphilia kink

Tears turn him on so much

He’ll just lean down and lick em off your face

Or make you cry harder

Something that really turns him on is your teddy bear

You would be holding onto your brown, fuzzy bear with tears in eyes while he pounded you

V took your butts virginity too

He wanted all of you

Degrades you no matter what

Creampie

Fuck, seeing his cum overflow in his little’s pussy is everything to his eyes

Size kink

Manhandles you in bed

Lowkey has a blood kink 

Knife play

One of his fav, gun play

You made him jealous 

So he fucked you aggressively 

Then he took his gun out and shot it at the wall the scare you 

It worked 

Fear kink 

There’s no getting away from V

Overstimulation

You wouldn’t be able to function properly after he’s done with you

You wouldn’t be able to talk, walk, eat, stand or think

Your thighs are covered in marks and are soaked in cum

Somnophilia kink

He will keep fucking you even after you black out

You’ll wake up and he’ll still be fucking you

And you’ll feel a painful sting in your lower abdomen

Morning sex

He’ll wake you up by roughly fucking you again even though he fucked you unconscious last night

You would be so weak under him

Your fingers don’t function properly either

It’s like your whole body shuts down

Taehyung comes out for the aftercare

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V’s behaviour:

When V was present, he called you little girl or little one

He was careless

Man wasn’t afraid to speak his mind

He scary and psychotic

He didn’t want anyone to know that you make him feel

V’s known for being “numb”

He is known for not caring about anyone or anything

And he wanted to keep that reputation

So to avoid feeling, V was always cold towards you

Only used you for sex

He still hurts & kills innocent people

You can’t stop him

When V is angry, it’s best to leave him alone and stay out of his way

Taehyung is the only one who can stop V

Every time you try to hug or kiss him, he always moved away and degrade you

Though, there was one thing that didn’t make sense

He was extremely possessive and overprotective

V believes it’s his job to protect and watch you

If you disobey him, he spanks you or sexually punishes you

V gets jealous very easily too

One time, you thought Taehyung was present so you started telling him how much you loved him and how much you hated V

V was burning with jealousy

What’s so good about Taehyung? He thought

V ended up punishing you for choosing Taehyung over him

A couple days later he saw you crying in your pink, princess room one day

When he walked in you quickly wiped your tears and look away like a child

“Why’re you crying, little one?”

“You don’t love me! I want daddy Tae!”

You pouted as more tears glided down your pretty face

“But I do love you. I’m afraid you won’t love me back because I’m a monster.”

You felt relieved and hugged V and for the first time he hugs you back

He picks you up and spins you around while kissing you neck

“You can’t tell Taehyung about this.”

“I won’t, daddy!”

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Taehyung’s Behaviour:

When Taehyung was present, he called you princess or baby

Taehyung loves affection

He hates to admit it

But whenever you cuddled or kissed him, it drove him crazy

He fell deep in love with you

Taehyung was so glad that you taught him how to love

Now he could love you

Tae wanted to marry you

He wanted to have a family with you

The maid said that he wasn’t caring 

Taehyung is the finest gentlemen out there

He took you on romantic dates

Great cook

Husband material

Great fashion senses

Because of you, he’s learned to let go of things for the better life

He’s less tense

Taehyung was strict and professional at work

But he had a goofy side just for you

He sometimes takes you to work 

He gives you paper and scented markers 

You’d draw a cute picture and he’ll either hang it in his office or on the fridge

You had to use the washroom really badly so you whine 

“Daddyyyyyy! Washroomieee pweaseeee!”

He lets you go by yourself since he’s busy with work 

Everything was going smoothly until one of the workers stopped you and started talking to you

Taehyung watched from his office 

He was possessive

Taehyung gets jealous easily 

And when he gets jealous, V comes out

He got up for his chair and told his employee to go back to work in a low voice 

He then dragged you back and spanked your ass

You held onto your bear as you tried to figure out if V was out or if this was still Taehyung 

“Daddy, I’m sorry! He started talking to me and I didn’t know what to do!”

V was out 

V punished you in his office 

To keep V inside, you have to be on your best behaviour

Unfortunately today, you broke a major rule

You deserve a punishment 

Both V and Taehyung have a ddlg kink

They both believe they have to take care of you

Taehyung’s just more gentle and patient than V

Tae buys you clothes

He feeds you

Makes sure you eat enough

Taehyung always wants you to be happy

He even plays with you

Helps you shower

Kisses your boo-boos

He even bought you a tiara for your birthday

He takes care of you after V is done fucking you

He’ll bring you to the bathtub and give you a bubble bath

He knows you love bath bombs, so he lets you choose one

After your bath, he dresses you in comfy clothes and gives you a piggy back ride to the kitchen

He’ll make you something to eat

Taehyung will even massage you if you are in that much pain

The rest of the day, he cuddles with you and watches movies with you

He knows the last thing you want is to be alone

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Taehyung’s Punishment:

Non existent

V punishes you

Taehyung makes love with you

Slow but deep thrust so you can feel all of him

Dirty talking with Taehyung

He praises you

“Just like that princess, gooood girl.”

Your eyes light up when he praises you

He lives for your moans

You live for his deep grunts

Lowkey wants to get you pregnant

So he cums in you all the time

Finger sucking

Taehyung will dip his fingers into you

And make you lick the cum off

Suck his fingers clean

He’ll deepthroat you with his fingers  

Choking kink 

Spanking 

Light bdsm

Thigh riding if princess is needy in public

You have to wear your collar and leash in public

Public blowjobs 

Don’t tell V though

He’ll humiliate you in public

Taehyung is gentle and sweet during sex

If you ask him to go faster, he will happily do it

Heated, saliva full kisses

Passionate sex will always be the best kind of sex

Sometimes he ties your wrist 

Taehyung doesn’t mean to overstimulate you but sometimes it happens

He’s really into marking you

So everyone knows that you belong to him 

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You thought that Taehyung was the only one for you.

Therefore, V left forever without saying goodbye. You found yourself heartbroken because of that.

 Everyday you thought about him. You missed him. He wasn’t the nicest person around, but at least he was trying. Now who will protect you from all the bad guys?

 Taehyung noticed your behaviour changed and called for V. 

He told you that you have to choose one of them. 

Who will you choose? 

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭

#taehyung smut #v smut #yandere bts #bts reaction #bts smut #bts yandere #Pick Your Split #yandere taehyung

[honesthammie]

From my prompt list:

4) After reaching your 16th birthday you gain the ability to see everyone's red strings of fate and on your 18th you finally get to see yours, except yours dissappears into the ground/sky.

Fandom:Doctor who

Pairing: 13 x gender neutral reader

This is my first fic on tumblr. I know its hella long and not all of my fics will be like this. This came to me from a dream I had recently. I love Jodie and I decided to write the spider episode from a different perspective. I may have change the episode slightly to fit the reader. I am thinking of doing a part 2 but it may be a while before I do as I have deadlines and stuff to keep up with. The next part may be more fluff between 13 and yourself. I know this didn't have much but it's something. I'm also sorry to any Americans reading this, I love yas but its just the personality I put to go with the readers personality. I'm also sorry for any spelling mistakes as I'm doing this on my phone.

Summary: spider episode with a small change I'm plot to accommodate your beautiful self in this fic

Warnings: slight description of a couple of panic/anxiety attacks, swearing and a bit of angst. Long intro for small fluff. And it's a part 1 do I guess a small cliffhanger is a warning?

Beep beep beep. Your alarm starts blaring in your ears, waking you up with a start. You glare at the interrupting machine before turning it off. After such a crazy night, you did not want your sleep so rudely interrupted. Why did you have a crazy night? It's your 18th birthday today and your friends decided to visit your place for a little house party, last night, to celebrate and now you have a pounding headache.

You groaned as you realised, you would need to take some pain meds before you even think about going back to sleep. Slipping out of your bed, you walk to the bathroom and find the cupboard with all sorts of medicinal and bathroom bits and bobs. You then grab the glass that you placed there in preparation for the definite hangover. The glass was a little cold to the touch but you filled it with some cool water from the sinks tap.

You took two, just so you could have a longer sleep. You waddle back into your bedroom and just as you get comfy, you widen your eyes at the memory. You needed to see your mother today, she said she had a gift for you but she would only be at home until 11. You looked at the machine that you hated for the time. It was currently 10:05. You jumped to your feet and rush to get ready.

As you walked outside, you saw the regular red strings that you saw everyday. Why do you see strings? You honestly didn't know, but you knew their purpose, it helped match 2 soulmates together. But something seemed a little off, there was no one on the street anymore, so why could you still see one line of destiny? You decided to follow the string south, down to your own (s/c) hand which was now slightly shaking at the sight.

"Fuck. Fuck,fucky fucking fuck. Why now? Why me? What the shit is going on with me?" You curse to yourself. You could feel your breath getting rapid and your head started spinning slightly. You quickly unlocked your car and sat down to help calm you down. You took a few deep breaths and focused on your senses.

When you eventually calmed down, you decided to look at where the string led. Oh, how you shouldn't have looked. It didn't go in any way of a compass, it went straight up and past the clouds. How? You had so many questions but you had to focus on the day ahead.

You had been to your mothers house and collected your new (fave game series) and your card. You were incredibly thankful as you have been saving up to buy it for yourself one day. You had played the previous games and loved every one of them and to say you were excited was an understatement. You almost ran back into your place if it wasn't for needing the key to access the gates.

Living in a gated community helped you feel a lot safer but it did also make you a big target for thieves to practise picking locks. No one had figured out where the hidden camera that kept alerting the authorities was though. Even you have tried put of plain curiosity but you got stumped after the 10th day of searching. You were sure you looked in every possible hiding spot, yet the camera always seemed to evade you in the pointless game of hide and seek.

As you unlocked the gate, you felt a twitch on your finger. The string was moving down and at a very fast pace, almost falling speed. You looked up and saw a small black dot heading towards the ground, if thats your soulmate, they would certainly be dead the second they meet their fate. When you could no longer see the dot, you kept your eyes glued to the string, waiting for it to disappear like everyone else's did when a soulmate died.

After five minutes, the string was still there and was still as red as ever, like no harm had come to them. But thats not possible. No creature could survive that especially from that great a height! You were beyond curious and quickly went into your living room and searched on all your social media for anyone else that may have spotted the dot in the sky, yet no one had but you knew (b/f) had another massive fight with their roommate, Stella, over whose turn it was to do the dishes again.

If you didn't know that Stella was in a relationship with another, you would have sworn those two were in a relationship. You giggled at the silly thought, "if Stella ever goes through a break up with her, I'm totally gonna set those two up."

You give up on finding anything out today, maybe it'll be on the news tomorrow and you set off to go on an online shopping spree, you had a few codes and now, thanks to your wonderful mother, had a little cash to spare and you did see that gorgeous top on sale. Once you had spent the day either shopping or gaming you decided to head to bed but you couldn't stop thinking about that dot and what the red string meant for you.

When your alarm had went off, you hit it and got dressed for your new job at some hot shot posh hotel run by an aspiring American with High expectations and little experience with Sheffield. You had been told you wouldn't get to meet him much and you were beyond fine with that, you hated Americans, simply because you hated violence and guns were the big no on your weaponry list of avoidance. You didn't mind weapons in video games, those were harmless to the outside world. You didn't mind verbal violence though, it was all you had to defend yourself with and in Sheffield, that was better than nothing. You were very short tempered when it came to your anger but you found that it was either verbal or physical, you chose to be verbal.

You looked at your phone for any messages from (b/f) and had a good luck message. You replied with a smiley face and a "ill need all the luck I can get. I've heard from a few employees that he can be a real asshole for no reason and fires people just because they made eye contact for too long. It's like he suspects someone is out for his blood."

After 2 minutes you received a reply from from them. "You better be on your best behaviour then, young lady!"

"That's the problem. I wonder what the record is for the quickest a person has got fired? Because I may break that, you know me! I don't exactly do as I'm told, that's why finding a job has been so hard. Anyway, I best get ready, gotta look the part! First impressions and all!" You replied with a nervous face. What you failed to notice was the red string no longer pointing towards the sky and you were making it shorter with every step you took. You did give up on finding out about the strange dot and came to the assumption that it fell in a lake, there were plenty of them around.

You walked into the swanky looking hotel and noticed the cobwebs that definitely were not there two days ago when you had your interview, yet they looked like they had been there for weeks. You would have put it down to Halloween decorations if it wasn't for the fact that it was June. You decided to not ask in case this was some sort of strange new American trend that your boss was following to help bring in the youth. It does help make it fit into Sheffield a lot more with the run down and abandoned look. It would need some rust, water damage, mold and cracks to finish the look but it was a start. If you had to be honest, the spider webs helped bring the place together. It was way too posh for Sheffield but you had to lie and say you love it in order to get hired. Just from that lie alone you knew exactly the personality of your boss, arrogant, vain and ignorant.

"Hello, you must be my new helper! I'm Najia, your second in command here. As you can see, there are loads of spider webs so they should be priority. If you could start cleaning in the south west second floor and continue that floor, that would be amazing. Now here's your cleaning trolley and if you happen to finish the floor early, send me a little message through the walkie talkie and I'll give you another room or floor. Do you have any questions?" Najia spoke softly. She seemed lovely and it was shame that she had to be in a place that would get more damage than its worth.

"Just one question: why so many spider webs?"

"I don't know, they just seemed to have appeared, I thought it was silly string from some teenagers that managed to break in somehow but it is actual spider web. It wasn't here when I left last night. I guess I'll have to ask someone about that."

And with that you separated and got to your floor when you finally noticed a slight burning sensation on your finger, it wasn't hurtful. It was like putting the finger in a really hot bath. You looked down and noticed it now pointed downhill and seemed to be glowing a shade of gold ever so gently that you would miss it if the weird sensation didn't make you look.

You left your trolley outside a toilet to make it seem like you were in there when really you had wondered off to follow the string. You would probably lose yourself in the maze of hallways that all looked the same as the last if the string didn't help lead you to a ballroom. You opened the door and instantly screamed. A giant spider was walking towards you, however you couldn't get out, you had used a staff door which needed a key card to use from this side as the other side still needed to be fitted and you left yours in the trolley, near the toilets. And the massive spider seemed to be blocking the other way out so you were trapped.

You weren't scared of spiders but seeing them at the size of a van did intimidate you. You started shaking from fear of what it would do to you. Out of pure instinct, you put your hand out to protect yourself and the sound of 8 legs against wooden flooring had ceased. The only sound was your laboured breathing. It stayed like this for what seemed like hours but in actuality was only 5 minutes. You opened your eyes slowly to see 8 more stare right back. 8 eyes that showed fear but no intention of harm. Instead the spider gave you space to breathe by walking back a few feet. Then it seemed to be watching you, studying your next move to see if you were a threat and whether or not it should kill you.

You stayed still for a moment, wrapping your head around what had just happened before gently walking towards the creature with both hands forward to show them clean of weapons. You decided to try and speak to the spider to see if it can understand you.

"Hello. I'm new around here, I'm sorry if I'm trespassing on your area, I wasn't aware of you being here to be honest. I mean you no harm, if anything, I want to help you but unfortunately, I'm stuck in here aswell." You spoke carefully as if it was a child that was afraid. You gently put your hand in its head and it seemed to understand your good intentions and your situation as it let you pet it. Now you were close, you started to admire it and realised it wasn't poisonous or venomous, it was just a regular house spider. But you couldn't figure out how or why it got this big but it did explain the cobwebs everywhere.

You had been with the spider for hours and it seemed like Najia either didn't care or has gotten fired as she hasn't asked about you. You had spent the time talking or singing to the spider. She, as you found out after looking it up, seemed to put her body around you to protect you. You had even met a couple of her children as they gave you food from the cafeteria to nibble on when your stomach growled.

Eventually the burning on your fingers turned up massively and was causing you pain. The spider seemed to sense this and wrapped her web around your finger to help cool it down a little. It didn't help but you showed gratitude anyway as she was only trying to help in anyway she could. You gave her a small smile and her eyes seemed to show sympathy in return.

Then the doors opened again and the sound of several feet walked in. "Oh thank god. I thought I was never going to be found in here." You thought to yourself as you heard the voices mumble to each other and probably about Betty and what's the best way to get rid of her. You would have paid more attention if your finger didn't feel like it had caught fire and was tight as if your soulmate was amongst those that had walked in.

Now you were nervous. How would you introduce yourself? What did they look like? Were they male or female, not that you really cared? So many questions made you feel lightheaded so you grabbed onto Betty to keep yourself planted.

Then the door opened again and a familiar voice echoed in the hall and you knew exactly how he'd want to deal with Betty and after your bond today, you would rather die than her. She was obviously innocent here and maybe the others could see it. Then you heard the familiar click of a gun safety being taken off and your body reacted before your mind did and you jumped in front of her to stop him, although you had a feeling it wouldn't, but it was worth a shot for the others to stop him.

"Don't you fucking dare shoot that gun Dickhead! Not without going through me!" You spoke with fire in your eyes and maybe a slight mix if fear aswell. That's when you looked over at the new group of people. They all seemed trustworthy enough.

There was Najia, who welcomed you here earlier and she looked sad, so she had definitely been fired. Then there was another woman who looked a lot like her, you guessed she was a daughter or something and she was pretty and definitely somone with authority with the way she stood and held herself, maybe she is a police officer? A man who looked as though he was in his 50s and definitely did not belong in this weird group. A young man who looked of a similar age to the police woman, maybe they are friends.

Then you laid your eyes on one of the most beautiful woman, no, human, you had ever seen and would probably never see again. She had short blonde hair in a bob. They seemed to be brunette at the root. She had beautiful chocolate honey eyes that glimmers with so much emotion and age well beyond her years, like she had experienced thousands of years before this moment. You also noticed her odd sense of style but you admired her boldness and it did look amazing on her. You decided she could only be described as sunshine and rainbows.

Then you noticed her hand And a familiar red string that was also glowing a beautiful subtle gold. Like millions of tiny golden stars circled around the string in a beautiful dance of love. Your eyes started to follow the string down and back to your own. She was your soulmate. That goddess that stood before you, was to be yours forever some day.

Then you looked into her hypnotic eyes before you remembered where you were and what situation you were in. And you realised everyone was staring at you for your previous action towards a spider.

"If you want to keep your job, I'd suggest you move out of the way silly girl!" Your boss grumbled in a threatening tone.

"Nope. You are about to hurt an innocent creature that is stuck and terrified. You built on top of landfill and didn't bother to check and thought of no consequences. This is your fault. Is this how you would treat a child that was a mistake after a one night stand or something? Would you shoot a child that had no choice?" You spoke with confidence yet more nerves now she was there listening to every word. When he didn't answer you shouted "Answer me! Would you shoot your mistake of a child?"

He glared at you. "This is different. This is an animal. A pest. It needs to be killed so more can't be born! I made my mistake and now I'm fixing it!" He bellowed just seconds before a shot was made from his gun. You had expected pain but instead you heard a horrible shriek from behind you.

You quickly turned around and petted her whilst whispering sweet words as she took her last breath. You stood up and made your way over to the murderer. You couldn't stand him and you were so tempted to take his gun and shoot him with it, but you didn't. With fire in your eyes and pure hatred, you slapped him hard enough to leave a mark and maybe a bruise as a reminder of his shitty choices. "You can't fire me because I fucking quit you arrogant dick! She had caused no harm to you or I and I'm sure if you would have sorted it sooner, so many more lives could have been saved as she only had humans because flies didn't fill her anymore! She was so kind and just so afraid. I hope you lose everything you pathetic sad sack of boiled shit! You are truest one of the lowest excuses for a human I have ever met and if we meet again please be very afraid, because next time, it won't just be a slap you have to worry about! It'll be your balls as I cut them off beacuse men like you shouldn't repopulate the planet! You horrid scum! I hope your empire fucking collapses!" You spoke with venom lacing every word. You were seething and boy did his face look punchable. Instead you walked away with your middle finger proudly being the last thing he sees as you walk out the normal doors.

Once you were outside, you sat in the steps and finally let out all the emotions. You cried so hard, over your loss of yet another job and a newly found friend. You screamed at him with a string of curses that would offend just about anybody. You suddenly felt somone sit at the side of you. You knew who it was when the string was burning more than ever before and yet you couldn't feel it over the pain your heart.

"You did brilliant back there. You chose, not just your job, but your life over a creature you barely even knew! If you wouldn't have jumped in when you did, I don't think her children would've had a chance to escape to my TARDIS because he's going on a hunt right now for the rest of them. Sure, you didn't save her but you saved so many more lives than you think. And I know each one is eternally grateful for what you did. I know I would be." Her words were certain and sympathetic. They seemed to calm you down instantly. Or maybe is was the way she talked that helped with her soft but strong voice and you knew you already couldn't get enough like it was the best drug ever. You could listen to her all day and yet, she had said very little to you. It was a strange effect but you liked it.

She fell into a silence for a while just keeping you company as you came to terms with had happened.

#thirteenth doctor x reader #13th doctor x reader #doctor who x reader #thirteenth doctor #doctor who

[beautifulweird0]

Forgiving Your Parents

I know too many people who’ve experienced some form of trauma from their parents. This isn’t a blog about bashing your folks- this is hopefully a post that will help salvage some strained parent and child relationships. Cause I been there, done that-and understanding your parent is only feasible if your parent is interested in understanding you.

My disclaimer is this: The child isn’t responsible for mending the relationship...solely. I’mma tell you like this, if your parent doesn’t want anything to do with you...skip em’.

   Because that’s backwards as hell and that takes away from loving yourself. Anyway you chop it, if you find yourself forcing yourself on a “parent”, the relationship isn’t going to go anywhere-AND THAT’S NOT YOUR FAULT OR CONCERN. YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! YOU ARE EXTREMELY WORTHY. I’m so sorry your people ain’t solid; it’s a reflection of them-not you.

It’s my belief that something is wrong with a person if they want no parts of having a relationship with their child. Literally so messed up from their own unhealed traumas that they can’t find it within themselves to love someone they created…

Ain’t no fixing on that unless you take they ass to a therapist.

Moving on.

I’ve always had such a strong feeling in my gut when I come across new people. It’s like they look at me and think I got it all. Truly looking at me and seeing a woman who doesn’t have insecurities or childhood traumas spotted along her path cause I’m kind and always make it a point to smile like Granny told me.

    I’m usually a private person. But its always been that ‘pull’ on me-telling me… “It’s another little girl that is going through the same stuff you went through. Say that shit anyway. And with your chest.” .

Think about it...

Can’t a soul embarrass you about some stuff you open about. That takes all the fun out of their miserable lives if folks know wassup already.

    So as a 22 year old woman that been through some mess with her people, let me share pieces of me. Cause the last thing you want on your conscience is one of your parents passing and ya’ll not being on the best of terms.

I was listening to Mad Bitches the other day and Mikhala Jene said something along the lines of, “Nobody living is perfect”.

That hit me a little different. Like damn...nobody walks this earth perfect so...why do we expect perfection (again, subconsciously).

THIS.

   This is why I say if your parent is trying, then work with them. If they sit down with you and tell you how life was for them coming up. The good parts, the ugly parts, and everything in-between. Trying their best to be authentic and build a bond, then meet em’ halfway (if they haven’t been on some stuff that’s just unforgivable).

And shit, our people ain’t have everything at their fingertips as we do. The apps that spread information quicker than you could sneeze, weren't available. They couldn’t go on a ‘self-care’ page to calm themselves down if triggered or go on YouTube and watch motivational videos. Not making excuses, just using a little perspective that helps me! Yet and still, let your parent(s) know if they did something to wrong you; you gotta’ have respect for yourself as a human. Period.

   I didn’t find out who my biological father was until I was about 16 years old. Up until that point I believed another man was my father (which he is still and will always be!).

Sooo...I already had abandonment issues from my parents and my dad lived in a way at that time, that all parties involved thought it was best my grandparents took us in. That’s all I know is Granny’s (& Grandpa’s) house since I was a baby.

    It helped that when my mom told me who my biological dad was, she was in a much better state of mind and stable-but man...I didn’t know what to feel. My sister was more upset than me (cause we have the same dad hypothetically).

     So many questions ran through my head that I couldn’t even cry or be mad. I was shocked. Everyone played their role so well…

There was a long road ahead of me. Not only did I have to forgive my mom and dad for lying to me for so long, but there was a father in the same city I had yet to know.

My first point is patience. If you aren’t going to be patient with an end goal for you and your parent, you’re wasting your time. Being prepared for them to fumble sometimes is mandatory if y’all going to get to a better place. You mess up on certain projects or what have you’s a few times before you get it right...right?

Give your parent the same energy if you were in their shoes. Cause baby...ain’t nothing worse than admitting your wrongs and still getting beat down. I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at my mom in that moment where she was vulnerable and upset cause she knew she played a part in hurting me. What was it gone do but make me feel bad and her feel worse?

     Blowing up wasn’t going to change what happened now 22 years ago.

Yeah, there’s hella’ books on parenting but I’mma tell y’all like my Granny told me, “There’s no such thing as a book on how to be a parent.”.

Having a child of my own- I’ve been witness to this. Folks can be shown and folks can be told on how to do certain things but with each child being different in this world, you have to be intune with them specifically- no book on that.

I was through hell and back with my mother and now we’re in an extremely better place because we both made the effort (more-so on her part 🌚).

But it was my responsibility to go into it with pure intentions and my guard down a bit after she made the effort; disappointment is what I expected sometimes cause I went into it knowing it was going to be a process.

Don’t get it confused,  my mom always knew how I was-that wasn’t the issue. The new end goal was getting to know each other again so I could understand her better so I could forgive her. That’s no sucka’ shit. Its real. Everybody in this life is going to disappoint you, one way or another. Better to know what you’re dealing with so you can assess the situation in order to better assess the person. Free game.

Another step to keep in mind is, boundaries. I just feel like it will make the whole exchange smoother-not easier- but smoother. The point of forgiving your parents and (if you chose) trying to build a relationship, is to have them know you for who you are NOW. Not when you were 5, not when you was 12...have them meet you at your level. They dropped the ball, not you. Sure...nobody asked to be here but that becomes invalid when you start having babies of your own. It’s a different ball game when you bring a life into this world. Your joys become the joy of your children but way too often we forget that our pain becomes theirs as well.

My father always tried too-the dad that I always knew as my dad. On weekends me and my sister would go to his house before he moved to Michigan. Man I was a daddies girl-still am. My grandparents had the house on lock, couldn't watch programs with cussing in it or too much violence. Life of having Southern Baptist grandparents I guess.

 The weekends at pops house was always interesting. I could watch all the music videos I wanted and watch the movies that didn't have too much goin on in them.

My dad would do different stuff with us like go to the library; he always knew I loved reading. Sometimes my dad would take us to the park or a friends house who had kids (how I met my husband), water parks, or even cooking dinner with me and my sister; plenty of quality time where I could talk to him about anything.

However, at the time, pops lived a certain lifestyle and no matter how hard he tried to shield it from us younger kids, I still seen things and experienced things a child shouldn't have. Again, comes with the lifestyle I guess.

My dad drunk...ALOT. And it was interesting to see the 'upsides' of alchoholism and the very big downsides. I'd never forget, I was maybe 8? Another weekend at my dads, just me and my sister (I have multiple brothers on that side too plus another sister), and I woke up one morning on the couch. My dad was goin through some things- all he had was a couch that he let me and my little sister sleep on. My 1st thought when I woke up was where was my dad sleeping? My sister was sleep, and it was still fairly early in the morning. I go back to the empty bedroom to find him sleep on the floor. No pillow. No cover. Just a beer in hand, laid out. That broke my heart.

Just remember feeling sad all over. I took the beer, threw it away then grabbed the pillow I had and laid it under his head. While doing so, my dad woke up, halfway and kissed my hand.

He told me straight up he loves me and he apologized. Didn't go into detail but he didn't have to. My dad never had his pops in his life, nor his mama until he was grown and was taking care of her though her illness.

I knew even at 8 years old that, that gotta hurt. I'm not gone sit here and act like I always understood the motives of my father but I tried because he always tried to understand me and til' this day, he is one of the top 3 people that KNOWS me like the back of his hand.

I had to forgive my parents because they’ve come a long way. Holding all that anger and resentment wasn’t gone help me in the long run. And in a way I can say I've helped to heal them by loving them through their screw ups. We always talk about a parents love but what about a child's love?

I don’t want to pass down my pain to my son, he don’t need that- the world will give its fair share. But everyday I pray that the world won’t hurt him bad. I want my son to be nothing less than strong mentally, emotionally, but most of all spiritually. He won’t have that unless I’m solid. So I ask myself… ‘hm, what’s still hurting me?’.

We all got a story to tell.

Love. Peace. Manifest.

#black #love #hate #generationalcurses #generations #hurt #healing #blackfamilies #blog #monetsway #alcoholism #mother #father

[feralrunaway]

A New Day

CHAPTER 4

Summary: Captain Syverson finishes his latest tour and returns to his hometown only to find that things have changed since he’s been gone.

Warnings:  Cursing, Angst, Questionable consent (non-sexual)

Word count: 3,092

Chapters: 1 , 2, 3, 4

**Hi.  This is my first fanfiction ever, so bear with me.  I don’t know what I’m doing or how to tag things.  Also, I’ve never shared a story before it’s finished, and I’m doing this chapter by chapter and it’s giving me hella anxiety. I’m sorry if this sucks! I don’t own anything related to the SandCastle movie or its characters.  However, this is my original writing and I do not give permission for use of the idea or reposting without credit.**

*Two days later*

Duct tape.  Cable ties. Pliers.  Return home.

Olivia wandered the aisles of the hardware store, list in hand, trying to memorize it.  

She always forgets.

Blake had trusted her with this errand, she didn’t want to mess it up.

Duct tape. Cable ties. Pliers. Return home.

Fixing his home office, he’d said.  But she’d have to help him, since he was busy.  Normally he didn’t let her go out on her own, she was so forgetful and he worried.  But today he needed to be at home for an important delivery and he needed her help.

So thirsty.  Maybe Blake will have water for me.  

Duct tape.  Cable ties.  Pliers.  Return home.

So thirsty.

She looked for the items, one by one. Her anxiety ratcheting up the more she struggled.

Cable ties.

She went down the next aisle, hoping desperately she would find them before she lost her focus.

“Liv?”

Sy stood at the other end of the aisle.  Eyebrow raised, he approached.

Sy.  Sy could help.  Was he a friend?  He was a friend.  Right?

“Duct tape.  Cable ties.”  She blurted out awkwardly.

He looked a bit crestfallen. “You need some cable ties darlin’?”

He grabbed a pack off the hanger.  He approached her like she was a wounded animal, slowly and gently setting them in her hand and waiting for her to grasp them.

“Cable ties.”

“Yeah, Liv.  Cable ties.  What else you got on your list there?  I could help you.” He offered hesitantly.  

She immediately thrust the list at him.  

“Duct tape. Pliers.  Return home.”

“Um…Ok.  How’d you get here, Liv?  You need a ride home?”

She nodded emphatically. Yes, return home.  That was part of her job.  

Sy helped her gather her items and check out. Yes, he raised an eyebrow at her list, but he was happy just to have the chance to have her alone for a bit.  Maybe he could glean a little about what had happened to her. He carried her bag to his truck and loaded it alongside the paint, tools, and wood he had procured for a few projects in the new house.  Liv followed obediently behind.

How had she gotten here? She couldn’t remember.  Return home.  Sy would take her home.  Yes.  He knew things.  He would get her back.  Maybe she could have some water.

Sy glanced sidelong at Liv as he pulled away from the parking lot.  “You mind lettin’ me know where you live now, sweetheart?”

“Return home.” She said firmly.  She was getting visibly squirmy, obviously fighting her own mind to remember the right words.

Sy tried for a soothing tone.  “Yes, I will take you home.  No worries. Just need you to tell me where home is, Liv.”

Home?  How did she get here?  She knew what her house looked like but she had no idea how to get there. Panic started rising in her throat.

“Do you know your caretaker’s number?  Should I call Blake?” Sy asked, wondering who had left her alone at a store in this state.

Blake?  Home.  She had to get home to finish her task or he would be mad.  God she was so thirsty!  She looked around frantically, hoping to see a bottle of water.  Sy was smart like Blake.  Why didn’t he have water?

“Thirsty! Water,” she said in a rush, curling in on herself when she seemed to realize she’d raised her voice at him.

“Hey, hey.  It’s okay.  I’ll tell you what.  Why don’t I take you back to my place and we get you some water, okay?  I’ll call my brother and figure out how to reach Blake,” he said, attempting to soothe her panic.

Water?  Yes.  Please water. Sy knew where the water was.  He would get her some.  

She visibly calmed at his suggestion, leading Sy to believe she was really just that parched.  Maybe once he’d gotten her to drink a little she would be able to tell him where she was supposed to go.  His heart cracked again to see her in this state.  What the hell had happened to his Liv?  Miss Full-of-life-Sunshine-Incarnate had been reduced to a mumbling child.  When he’d left, she had been applying to colleges.  She had wanted to be a doctor someday.  Now, in her current state, she would be lucky if she didn’t get put in a home. The thought broke his heart further, and they rode the rest of the way to his home in silence.

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“Yes, I know it’s double the dose.  She’s too agitated lately.  It’s like she’s fighting the stuff.”

“But, Sir, she’s already on more than most of the town.  She’ll be a drooling mess if she has much more.”

“Don’t question me. Temporary measures.  I just need her to be more docile.  At least until the wedding.  Her father too.  Hell, you can wheel him to one of the pews for all I care.  So long as he keeps his mouth shut.  Once she gets through it, we can taper off some.  Now go get her.  She should be nearly done, it was a short list.”

“Yes Sir.”

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 Liv eyed the glass warily.

“It’s safe, promise. Well’s been chlorinated and it’s filtered,” Sy said, proffering the glass of water again.

She was only supposed to drink from bottles.  The bottles Blake gave her.  Those were safe.  That was why Blake was in charge.  He knew the right thing to do.  But she trusted Sy, didn’t she?  She didn’t know why; she couldn’t remember why she trusted him so much.  But she knew, deep down somewhere, in memories she couldn’t access, that he wouldn’t hurt her.  Sy was smart. ��

“Drink…Drink?” She asked him.

“Drink up, darlin’. I’ve gotta make a few phone calls.”

Sy left her standing in his new kitchen, rivulets of water now running down the sides of her cheeks while she greedily drank down his offering, and dialed his brother.

Jonah didn’t answer, so he left a voicemail.  “Hey, it’s Sy.  I’ve got a bit of a situation here.  Call me soon as you can.”

He returned to the kitchen to find Liv on her third glass of water, the front of her dress wet from the drips running off her chin.

“I know water in town’s been hard to come by, Liv, but damn,” he handed her a towel.  “You hungry?  Have you eaten today?”

She looked at him, her brows scrunched together, clearly trying to remember.  Finally she shrugged.

“Well isn’t that dandy,” Sy muttered.  “Have a seat,” he said, indicating the small kitchen table.

He quickly assembled a couple sandwiches, plated them up, and set one down in front of her. Sitting down across from her, he winked. “Eat up, peach.  When we’re done, I’ll try calling my brother again.”

It seemed all she needed was the command.  After taking a hesitant bite, her eyes widened and Liv attacked her sandwich like she’d not seen food in days.  Every few bites, she would look up at him and smile.  Lord if his heart didn’t burst at seeing her happy.  Despite whatever had happened to her, she was his friend, and he was glad he could still make her light up.  

She finally settled back in her seat, her belly now poking out a little, seemingly satisfied.  She watched him eat.  Studied him, more like.  She clearly understood when she was spoken to, even if she had little ability to communicate.  An injury maybe?  He’d seen men in his company have similar outcomes after head injuries.  Discharged home to live out their lives trapped in their own heads.  What a terrible fate.  He’d gotten so lucky.  

“Whatcha thinkin’ about over there, Sunshine?”

She smiled at him. “Lake.”

She remembered?  Sy could have hugged her.  Every summer as teenagers they’d sneak off to the lake whenever they could.  Swim, camp, walk through the fields and trees nearby.  It was their own secret spot they’d run to whenever they wanted time away. Whether it was just to have fun or if one of them needed to hide from home for a while.  

“Oh man, Liv.  The lake.  Hell, I haven’t seen that place in a decade.  Is it still the same?”

She nodded and smiled. She seemed so much more calm and lucid once she’d had some food and water.

“Maybe once we get you settled back home I’ll ask Blake if he minds if I take you there sometime. Would you like that sweetheart?”

She nodded again but seemed much more subdued at the mention of her caretaker.  Sy didn’t have much time to contemplate that before his phone rang.

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“What do you mean she’s not there?!”  Blake screamed at his assistant.

“I waited exactly where I had told her I would.  When she didn’t come back out, I went in to look for her.  The cashier thought she had seen her leave with a man.”

“There’s not a damn person in this little shit town who would take her somewhere without my permission. Did the cashier see what they were driving?”

“No, Sir.  She said they seemed friendly so she hadn’t thought anything of it.”

“Dammit Michael if you don’t find her right NOW, there will be hell to pay.”

“I’m on it Sir.”

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“Jude.  What’s going on?  You said a situation?”

“Uh, yeah man.  Ran into Liv at the store but she was alone. Said she needed a ride home but she can’t remember how to get there.  You wouldn’t happen to know where it is would you?” Sy asked his brother.

“She lives with Blake, I could give you his address. I’ll let him know you’re bringing her.”

“Thanks man.  And Jonah…do you know what happened to her? I had no idea she had been like this. Did she have some sort of accident?”

“An accident? No.  She’s fine.  Maybe a little quieter than most the women around here since her father got sick, but that’s probably a good thing.  She’s just doing as she should.  Blake’s a lucky man.”

“Jonah Syverson, what kind of filth did you just spill outta your mouth?  Doing as she should?  The poor woman can barely string a sentence together.  She’s not fine.  And what do you mean Blake is a lucky man?” Sy asked, his stomach dropping a bit.  He truly hoped his brother wasn’t implying what he thought.

“Jude, Olivia is Blake’s fiancée.”

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Once Sy had obtained Olivia’s address, he returned to the kitchen, where she sat patiently, watching the floor and waiting to be told what was next.

He crouched down into her line of sight.  

“Liv, darlin’.  I got your address.  I’m gonna be taking you home now.”

She nodded.

“Listen, I know you can’t tell me much, but I’m here for you, okay?  I don’t know exactly what’s goin’ on in this town, but you’re not gonna catch me expecting silence outta you or any other person here.”

Her eyes found his, her brow furrowed.  He wanted her to speak?  She liked talking to Sy.  She felt more focused than she had in a very long time.  Sy smiled a lot and he had water that didn’t taste like chemicals. He said nice things.  She didn’t want to go home.  She wanted to stay with Sy.  Sy was her friend.

“Friend,” she said, smiling at him.

He smiled back at her. “Yes, Liv.  Friend.  Always have been, always will be.”  

Sy knew he couldn’t keep her there forever, and he couldn’t intervene without more information.  

“Can you read okay? Use a phone?  I wanna give you my number.  You ever need anything, you call me up,” he quickly wrote it down when she nodded. “You keep this with you, okay?”  He folded the paper and tucked it into the pocket of her sundress.  He didn’t have high hopes that it wouldn’t get lost, but he had at least done something.  He had enough tactical experience to know that charging in without good intel would end badly, but he also wasn’t a man of inaction.

Liv still seemed pretty well settled on the drive back to her home.  Sy tried not to let himself get too angry about her situation while they were on the road.  It wouldn’t do any good to have her interpret his mood as directed at her.  

She looked out the window as they drove.  She didn’t remember feeling this clear-headed in months.  She liked this.  Sy didn’t make her feel like she was messing up when she forgot things.  He made good sandwiches.  She giggled.  

He glanced her way. “What’s got you tickled over there?”

“I like sandwiches.”

He chuckled, surprised at the sentence and at her expressing something about herself.  “I like sandwiches too.  Happy to make you one whenever you want.” He reached over and squeezed her hand.

She smiled, but the mood seemed to pass as they pulled up toward her house.  She withdrew into herself again.  His face fell, but from what he’d seen so far, he wasn’t surprised.

He let himself out of the truck and went around to her side, opening the door and helping her down. His gaze took in the massive house, wondering what exactly this “business” was that Blake ran.  Fuckin’ suits.

The front door opened to reveal Blake standing there.  For a brief moment, the look on his face was absolutely livid, but he quickly recovered into his smooth demeanor.

“Captain Syverson. Thank you so much for bringing her home,” he looked to Olivia.  “Don’t you ever disappear on me again.  I was worried sick about you.”  Olivia stared at the porch under her feet.

“Now, listen.  She didn’t mean anything by it.  Just got a little confused is all,” Sy defended, earning a glance from Liv. “Can we take a moment to talk inside?”

Blake’s face didn’t change, but a muscle near his eye twitched slightly.  He hesitated for a moment, then smiled.  “Of course Captain.  Right this way.”  

He led them inside, past the entryway, and toward the back of the house to the kitchen.  He immediately opened the cabinet and removed two bottles of water, handing one to each of them.  Olivia robotically grasped hers, but didn’t open it.  Sy thanked him before taking a swig.  

“What is it you need to talk about, Captain?”

“Call me Sy,” he began, irritated by the formality.  Yes, it was his rank, he’d earned the respect that came with it, but he was here on leave, and this wasn’t one of his men.  Right now, he was just Sy.  “Is there a place we could talk privately?”  

Blake didn’t even look at Olivia, just said over his shoulder, “Leave us.”

With that, Olivia turned and obeyed, making her way out of the room and up the stairs.

“Now see, that’s what I’m wondering about.  My brother tells me you plan to marry Olivia.”

“I do.”

“Just seems to me she may not be in the right state to be agreein’ to such things,” Sy said.  

“There’s nothing wrong with her state, Captain.  Olivia agreed to be my wife.  We will be married at the end of the month.  I will provide for her and her father as I see fit,” Blake’s tone had taken on an edge.  Sy could tell the man damn well knew what he was doing.  He took a few more swigs of water, trying to decide what to say next without making things escalate.  It tasted like shit.  Too many chemicals or additives or something.  He briefly wondered how bad the water situation was in town that this is what they had resorted to.

“Listen, I’m just sayin’ you need to give some deep thought to her level of consent in this,” Sy said. He felt exhausted by the day all of a sudden, the fight going out of him.  

Blake’s mood seemed to shift, his demeanor once again easy and smooth.  “I’ll take your suggestion to mind, Captain. Now, if I can see you out?” He led Sy to the front door.  “Thank you for returning her home to me.”

Sy tried to hand the water bottle back to Blake, but Blake waved him off.  “Take it.  You really can’t trust the water around here.  You shouldn’t be drinking anything from a tap.  Here,” he procured a couple extra bottles from what seemed like nowhere and handed them to Sy. “Take these.  And do make sure you make it to the church this weekend.  The congregation knows how much the town has been suffering during this mess.  They’ll make sure to set you up with a case of water to get you through the week. One for every man, woman, and child who comes.  They’re really doing God’s work there.”

Sy nodded without replying. He got in his truck and went back to the house, wondering what he’d been so angry about earlier.  No mind, he’d get some sleep and get back to work on the house in the morning.

Olivia watched from the bedroom window as Sy’s truck pulled away.  She hoped she would see him again soon.  The water bottle in her hand crinkled as her grip tightened, drawing her attention for a moment.  Why do I need this?  I’m not thirsty.  I liked Sy’s water better.  She went into the bathroom and dumped the water down the drain, setting the empty bottle on her nightstand.  As she undressed to change into her pajamas, a paper fell out of the pocket of her dress. She opened the note and read:

Anytime you need me, Sunshine.

Sy

His phone number was listed at the bottom of the note.  She smiled.  Footsteps sounded on the stairs.  She quickly stashed the note in her drawer and slipped into bed.

Blake entered the bedroom, satisfied when he saw the empty bottle on the nightstand and his fiancée already asleep.  This situation could be handled.  He’d already laid the groundwork to ensure the newcomer had a supply of water. Pretty soon the Captain would no longer be an issue; could even be put to good use once he was docile enough. He returned to the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water from the tap.  He took a long drink, already contemplating how satisfied his superiors would be with him for his success in this venture.  Pretty soon, they would be able to send in a replacement for him, and he could take himself and his pretty little docile wife back to the city.

#a new day #captain syverson #fanfic #fan fiction

[yanderecandystore]

The bullies with an S/O that’s just completely off the board? Like no matter how much they look the bullies can’t find /anything/ on them, all their school papers are forged and their home just isn’t able to be found no matter how hard they look? Maybe due to the S/O changing their identity after doing something bad?

That's hella specific and I love it?? XD

Sure thing boo, let me see what I can do.

Also, I'll change the ocs profiles to be paper drawings with digital coloring because believe me boo, I'm tired of redrawing them (and I believe y'all are tired of always seeing these new drawings).

I noticed that my paper art is a lot better than my digital art, and although I'm kinda proud of them I still feel a little petty because I wish to do cool stuff on the computer ;-;.

Anyway, just a heads-up if you see something off with the oc's bios.

TW/Tags: I have no idea what to tag this lmao // identity theft // illegal/unauthorized inscription // not an accurate representation of university/how universities work lol // abusive household/abusive parents // I may or may not have changed your concept a little, I'm sorry for it 😔

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Suspicion (fuck yeah, I don't know what to title this) [Yandere!Bully OC x Reader - Headcanon]:

→Adrien Coldwell:

For a person that prides themselves as the "know it all" when it comes to people's social media and reputation, he doesn't know anything about you.

This is a first for him, which is both annoying and honestly so intriguing. You didn't strike him as a person who would hide any secrets, and he had a hunch this was about to be good.

He searched for social media first, not finding anything about Avery Remington. Well, at least nothing with your face on it.

However, he did find something very, very interesting while looking at the school's documents, specifically the archives of all the students that have already studied here. He honestly didn't think he would find anything about you in these old papers, he was probably doing all this stupid work for nothing.

However, he was half right and half wrong. He didn't find anything about you, but this whole search wasn't completely lost, as he did find "you", Avery.

"- Student name Avery Remington, average grades and apparently no history of wrong doings or any bad behavior in general. Their registration to the Academy dates to 1980."

Oh. Ooooh, this was rich.

"- Huh." He said closing the documents and letting it where he found it. He was at least kind enough to let the palace a little organize after going through each paper trying to find your name.

Well, "your name". The only things that he kept for himself was photos of both the old documents about Avery Remington, and the earlier documents about Avery Remington. It was clear that you did something probably really, really bad, and you know he'll take advantage of it.

He had built his own theory about this, as in: you somehow found the paperwork of Avery's registration and their previous school's records so you could somehow impersonate them and get a free entrance to this institution.

He knew that you had something to hide, no one can be so perfect. But knowing the action itself wasn't enough for him, he needed to know the motive behind it.

For someone that is lazy and doesn't bother to care about important things, he sure spent a lot of time trying to scoop some dirt on you. When he finds the perfect opportunity, without any witness around, he'll take the chance to use this information against you.

"- Well, hello "Avery"." His tone was already suspicious, his voice not hiding anything from you. He came here to belittle you for his own entertainment.

"- H-Hi Adrien." You said shyly, hoping that your anxious mind was wrong and that this was all just a misunderstanding. You were hoping that the growing feeling of him possibly knowing about your fraud, was wrong.

"- Ya know, I'm kinda jealous of whatever plastic surgery you went through to look so young, maybe you should ask the faculty to correct your age tho." He said while showing the pictures he took of the documents.

"- Wait! I-I can-"

"- Honestly, I didn't think you were over 60 years old! Could have fooled me." His smug face was the selling point. You knew that you wouldn't find any form to convince him that what was on his phone was false.

He had a victorious smile on his face. Ever since you entered this school you always acted a little too paranoid and almost too friendly for his liking, and to confess to himself that he has fallen for you would be the bottom of the pit to him.

Still, he wanted to know why you did it. Why didn't you pay to get in if you wanted the scholarship so badly? What, you were too poor for it?

And what about a talent, or the test? Obviously, the university hasn't gone out of their way to pick a loser like you and insert you inside their classes on a whim, as they thought you were Avery Remington, a student that is already registered in school's documents (yet, of course, their system haven't verified the date of the registration, either by incompetence or by a "small mistake"). So you didn't do the test too, simply pathetic honestly.

Your sad dramatic story explaining how you managed to get into the academy. You did your best to get into the academy by legal means, but they always rejected you. Apparently you thought it would be a good idea to use your grandparent's documents to squeeze yourself into the institution.

"- But why in hell would you do such a thing? Are you that pathetic dearest?"

"- I… I wanted somewhere to go. Somewhere I could grow into a better person, a-away from-" You cut yourself short when the memories of your old home started to come into view.

For some reason, your parents couldn't stand the idea of you getting into a decent university, if anything, they thought you weren't capable of even washing some dishes at the local pizzeria. In their eyes, you were worthless.

When you found out your grandparent used to frequent this institution, and that they managed to disattached themselves from their familial routes and thrive as a musician you got instantly inspired! Determined to follow their steps and prove your family that you're just as worth ass-

"- Urghhhh- Boring! I don't care about all of that. Are you serious? You committed a crime just so you could stick it up to your shitty parents?"

"- …. Yes?"

"- Huh. Geez you're cooler than I thought. Listen, how about we make a deal?"

The deal was simple, he would not tell anyone about your little secret, and he would even help you keep your scholarship and help you reach your ambitions as long as you started spending more time with him. Which, at first you thought it sounded absurd, this man is holding your whole life by a thin thread as long as you give him attention?? What?!

And although that sounded extremely suspicious, you accepted it, not knowing that for the next few years you would have to endure a harsh training to discover your talents and to improve them before you two graduated. However, you started to think Adrien was starting to see your deal in a different light-

"- Come on now, after this we can go eat something okay? Where would you like to go this time? Our last date I chose the best restaurant I know, so you better choose something of equal value."

…. Date?

→Alexandra Coldwell:

You were suspicious from the very start. Overly friendly and too- Ugh! Too cute?!

You were always skittish whenever someone called you. What, you had a problem with your name or something?

And the worst part was how no one seemed to know where you lived. Every group project with you was considered annoying by most of your classmates, as you never called people in your house or never let anyone have your address, not even your phone number??

You didn't have any social media, what are you, a weirdo? What the hell??!

She is not even pissed about you being a loser, she is pissed that she has fallen for someone like you! A complete weirdo that was always panicking over nothing.

She started stalking you with the intention of finding at least one thing that she could hate on you so she wouldn't feel so- Lovey dovey towards you!

But what she really found was something worth an entire gold mine.

A private phone call between you and someone who was losing their shit. She couldn't understand too much of the conversation as she didn't have any context, yet she could hear a lot of things that you and the person were discussing.

The person yelled [Y/N] multiple times while in the phone call, saying how you were absolutely the worst mistake of their lives (which by the way, rude much? Who is this asshole?), that you were a selfish brat that needed to learn to appreciate their hard work.

Oh… Oh. She now knows who you're talking with. She decided to record the entire thing the moment she saw you taking your cellphone to have a private call.

She was planning on recording your voice for her own hearing pleasure, but this? This was so… Interesting.

"- [Y/N]?" She called your attention after the conversation ended, and because you haven't been accustomed to people calling you "Avery", you turned around saying "what" instinctively.

And when you noticed Alexandra smirk for a split second, you regretted answering your parents call. Not that you needed anymore reason to regret it, but this was certainly the last nail in the coffin.

You begged for her to understand that you couldn't go back, you simply can't go back to them, ever again! You told her the whole sob story about how your grandparent had decided to run away from home and fulfil their own dreams as a musician, even if people didn't really hear their music all that much, and now that you think about it, that's probably the reason why no one have recognized their name at all.

Your grandparent had a really small fanbase, and you knew that because you were part of them. They weren't popular at all compared to Amaryllis Academy standards, yet they were happy singing their songs to the world.

You kinda wish your family hasn't broken the old recorder that belonged to your grandparent. Their first album was in there, it was cheesy and filled with errors, yet they sounded so happy when doing what they loved, and you wanted something like that for yourself!

You needed to live that hell hole and so you did. You rented a small apartment that was falling apart, the reason why you never gave people your address was because you knew they would bully the hell out of you because of how poor you are.

After finishing your story you noticed Alexandra snoring beside you. You thought she was only exaggerating, but then you saw her drooling and acting really dizzy after you woke her up.

"- Oh my God, so… That was it? You ran away to follow your dreams and stuff?" She asked, still kinda sleepy.

"- What? Of course it was-" You were fuming with anger, how dare she-

"- And I thought you only looked cool because I liked you! You're pretty strong for sticking up for yourself." She interrupted you, looking at you with admiration in her eyes.

She proposed to you a deal. How about you two keep this secret together, and, if anything does happen she'll still help you stay inside the institution. However, you'll need to work your ass out to become the best you can be, and you'll let her guide you through, because you're too much of a dummy to do it all by yourself. You'll have to spend time with her and let her help you out.

At first, you thought it sounded absurd, this woman is holding your whole life by a thin thread as long as you give her attention?? What?!

And although that sounded extremely suspicious, you accepted it, not knowing that for the next few years you would have to endure a harsh training to discover your talents and to improve them before you two graduated. However, you started to think Alexandra was starting to see your deal in a different light-

"- Why you never hold my hand? Come on, "Avery", won't you hold the hand of your dearest girlfriend?" She asked playfully while taking your hand anyway.

…. Girlfriend?

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#sheep stuff #yandere oc #sheep's stuff #yandere x reader #yandere bully #yandere twins #yandere oc headcanons #yandere oc x reader #yandere bully x reader #yandere bullying #yandere headcanon #special delivery headcanons #special delivery request #yandere