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hiraya-rawr · 1 year

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— to pass the kamisato standards .

synopsis !! kamisato reader introduces their lover to their siblings, ayato and ayaka! just hcs and brainrotting

characters !! thoma, diluc, childe, al haitham, gorou, kazuha

contains !! gn reader, written while sleep deprived please don't judge if it doesn't make sense huhuh, a bit of a character study on how the kamisatos perceive other characters!

note !! been posting more lately! im in a good mood and would like to share more content ☺️ i also have drafts saved up. also, have you checked out the @/yaepublishinghouse ? i've joined the writing team!

T H O M A

Ah, Thoma? You don't even need to ask. he's already part of the family!

the safest option, really. they already considered him family long before your heart started fluttering around the househelper.

"well, it's honestly about time. ayaka and i have long noticed your affections for thoma," ayato smirks as you two turn red, "don't think i don't know what's going on in my own household, do you?"

not much would change after having your relationship official; thoma might be the only one to experience the change in people's treatment of him as the three kamisatos encourage him to be more proud in his status!

"we're going to get married, don't let people trample over you like that!" you pout. surprisingly enough, thoma is quick to adjust to a "noble behavior" while still keeping his friendly boyish charms.

D I L U C

foreign nobility? for real? your siblings would worry, do you want to live away from them?

thoma might be the only one a little more open to the idea. sure, he's sad but he respects your choice and who you love.

"Mondstadt is a great place. I'm sure it'll be a home for you, just like how Inazuma became a home for me."

ayato is more or less suspicious. "I've heard... rumors," he says carefully, "That man is suspicious to say the least. I'm not sure I trust him."

all in all, with how closed off inazuma seems to be, the kamisatos would be most reluctant to send you off to another nation for some solitary man with a questionable schedule.

C H I L D E

A fatui harbinger? Are you out of your mind!

no. no no no. you are not going all the way to snezhnaya for a fatui harbinger. love is fleeting, your affections will pass.

you really don't need him -your siblings would try to convince you- he has money? the kamisatos have money too. he's someone of rank? so does your siblings. what do you mean you love him so much?

"He's a family kind of guy! He's really sweet!" you'll plead and they'll still shake their heads no.

In fact, Ayato would go on a thorough investigation about exactly what the harbinger has been up to. From the incident in liyue to the homicidal tendencies.

unless you decide to elope, there's no way your siblings would give their blessing.

A L H A I T H A M

the scribe of the academia is a fine man, but some call him a... lunatic.

this one is a 50/50.

admittedly, your siblings are content with his status and background. he works under sumeru's government, just like the kamisatos, and was nominated for the highest ranking position only second to an archon.

he works rationally too! smart and efficient. that's great— but why is he such a blunt smartass?

Throughout the meeting with him, Ayato has a plastered smile on his face. Each conversation seems like a landmine, waiting to explode, trying to best the other with words.

Ayaka is more or less nervously sweating beside them, but you suppose you're glad that they're getting along!

G O R O U

oh? the general of watatsumi? an interesting choice!

ayato considers it a political win. with the kamisato name tied together with the general of watatsumi island, this could lead to better peace relations! and the kamisatos would be the head of it all.

being a general is no easy task, thats something ayato could greatly respect. meanwhile, ayaka and gorou are already familiar friends!

it's a little sad that watatsumi is on another island, but at least you get to stay in inazuma! you're also happy that you get to contribute to inazumas progressive politics as part of the kamisato household, living up to your duty.

K A Z U H A

the wandering samurai. . . ? are you sure?

while a good friend of the kamisato household, kazuha has already left the noble lifestyle of the kaedeharas.

it's not that your siblings want you to marry into nobility, it's just that they'll feel more comfortable if you were in a familiar environment.

meanwhile, kazuha is constantly on the move, never staying at one place. they trust him immensely but are you sure you're up for that change?

kazuha is a good choice, but a worrisome one nonetheless.

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iknowyuu · 1 year

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hello! how are you doing?~

i was wondering if you could write a fic of sieun where reader and sieun r classmates , reader gets super good grades and is like rlly smart (js like him ) so sieun starts to develop a slight crush on reader. sieun starts to realise that reader is super good looking also 😮😮 then one day reader bumps into sieun and knocks over his books so they're picking them up tgt and reader goes "omg ur the sieun in my class! we shld hang out sometime"

😭😭i hope you get the gist of what im saying but its fine if you don't want to write it too 💓🙏

kdrama! sieun x reader

// read req!

note: someone else requested something similar but i ended up not publishing, i hope u both enjoy !!

♡

at first, sieun was annoyed at you.

i mean, he’s been working almost his whole life, over a decade to be the best of the best, the top of his class, then you waltz in and ruin everything.

and the worst part? you'd barely noticed.

in fact, you had been so painfully oblivious to the fact that he absolutely despised you, that when you bumped into him in the hallway, you not only smiled, but attempted to have a conversation with him.

"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry," you turned around just as swiftly as you were walking back to your class, only to recognize the person you'd bumped into. "sieun, right?"

he didn't confirm nor deny, simply staring at you blankly. you didn't let his lack of response deter you though, "i'm sorry for bumping into you, but it's crazy we've never talked! i'm pretty sure we're like, tied for the top of the class." you shrugged, "pretty cool. anyway, we should hang sometime! maybe we can exchange study tips?" you wiggled your eyebrows at him jokingly before bidding a farewell.

to say sieun was shocked was a complete understatement.

he was so used to the competitive culture of the classroom (him always ending up on top of course), that meeting someone not only as smart as him, but as friendly as you was.. not normal, to say the least.

as you slid the door open to your shared classroom, all the dislike and annoyance towards you melted from his heart, like an icicle drip dropping down to form a river of flushed feelings on the way to a sea of past emotions.

he made his way back to the classroom and since it was almost the end of lunch time, the desks were filled with chattering students, and amongst them was you- headphones on, scribbling down on a paper that had been left on your desk.

he sat at his seat, not breaking contact with your figure just a row ahead of him.

well, he wasn't annoyed at you anymore, that's for sure.

after that instance, sieun began to take more and more notice of you, but in a different way than what he had before. everytime you raised your hand to answer a question (beating him to it), he noticed how the pitch of your voice would raise a bit at the end, almost like you were unsure if you were correct or not- but you were. you always were.

your fingers would skillfully spin your pen under your desk and if it had been any other student they'd have been scolded, but since you're as smart as you are, the teachers let it slide, but that didn't stop it from being any less of a distraction to him. your fingers were so pretty and looked so soft, he wondered how they'd feel in comparison to his? interlaced with his own, even?

from your eyes that would robotically scan the papers handed to you, to the way your uniform framed your body as if it was perfectly tailored for you, he suddenly took notice of it all. even though it had just been a week or two since you both talked, he could not get you out of his head.

even now as he was supposed to be studying, he found it hard to focus on anything but you, only thoughts of you, you, you- "-ieun?"

he looked up in shock, eyes immediately meeting yours

"i was... just wondering if you wanted to study together after school today? i think it'd be really.." you thought for a bit, "beneficial if we put our heads together."

now normally sieun would not agree to such a request, especially from someone he barely even knows, but since it's you, he thought for a few seconds before subtly nodding his head in agreement.

"great! let's meet outside the school right after. it's a date!" you smile at him before making your way out of the classroom along with the rest of the students.

a what?

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heartsleybyul · 2 years

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hi astrea! although i don't know much about twisted wonderland, i wanted to request something that you could indulge yourself in!

how about riddle x reader (gender is your choice!) and maybe something like just a wholesome moment with him! wherever your mind takes you when you think of having a sweet moment with him!

take care!

⌕ LATE NIGHT STUDIES

— w riddle rosehearts

› content : gn reader

› summary : Your struggling with homework, and riddle decides to help you out.

› a/n : hi how r u nian !! I got this idea when its was likd 12 am and i was cramming 💔 anyways! just a question, what chapter r u on twst? 🙀🙀

It was 3:48 and you were on your 3rd cup of coffee, you were supposed to be asleep but you weren't.

This all started when Ace suggested a late night study session but he and Deuce fell asleep, leaving you to do work alone. While on you 5th paper, your throat was starting to get parched.

Your thoughts went to going to the kitchen to get some water, but wont you get reprimanded?

After a bit of debating in your mind wether to get the water or not, you decided to. Its was 3 in the morning, who was awake anyway?

Heading up from your seat and to the hallways of Heartslabyul, your sleepy mind was starting to confuse all these spirals and twists, that you accidentally bumped into a wall.

Arriving at the kitchen and switching on the light to get your glass, your name was suddenly said in a groggy voice. "[name]?"

Startled by the person, you accidentally dropped your glass, which was luckily made of plastic. Though the noise had properly awaken both the two of you.

Picking up the glass you were met with the Housewarden over the counter with messy hair, and tired eyes.

"[name]..? What are you doing.?" Riddle asked, in such a soft voice. A complete contrast to his normal one.

Afraid if the consequences upon you, you nervously said 'grabbing some water' and left. Except you didn't pour any water in the cup. This action didn't go unnoticed by Riddle, having a quick look at your glass.

"[name]! Come back here!" His voice was his usual one, just quieter to not awaken his dorm. You walked faster, afraid of the beheading.

He walked faster? towards to you too, grabbing your shoulder. "Why are you bringing an empty cup to the rooms, and furthermore why are you even here!"

Now maddening that you were here at Heartslabyul since he didn't get any notices of you staying over.

Trying not to make him angrier, you explained the situation.

"Do you want me to help you?" The red-head asked shyly, hiding the blush creeping up on his face. "You gonna..- help me..? At this hour?"

Ridldle explained immediately that if you were up this late, it must be important. Like he was getting defensive. Of course, you accept. He was in the top 10 everytime during exams, who wouldn't accept some academic help from him?

You two finally get your buisness done with the kitchen, so you finally head to Ace's room.

Upon opening the door, you tip toed across Ace's body who fell asleep on the floor with a book. You gathered all your materials, and judging the look on Riddle's facs, he was confused and mad at what happened in Ace's room

While going to his room he decided to ask what happened during their 'study session'.

"Well, Ace fell asleep first and Deuce scolded him, then they argued, after they just drained their energy running around and fell asleep." You answered with a nervous smile. You didn't know if Riddle wanted to collar them or no.

The Housewarden just let out a tired sigh. "Good thing, you focused properly. Unlikd those two." You laugh at his remark.

Arriving at his room, he unlocked the door and went directly to his desk. You sheepishly looked around and just sat on the couch

Riddle grabbed his books and sat with you on the couch. "What topic are you on?" he asked "Animal Language." You answered. While Riddle skimmed through pages of his book to look for it, you observed Riddles room. It was nice, and tidy. Which truly fit such a strict Housewarden.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

It was now 4 almost 5 in the morning and it seemed like all these complicated words started getting you drowsy. But you endured for the sake of not getting beheaded. Riddle noticed you slightly swaying figure and droopy eyes.

After a few more studying, you just gave up and fell asleep. Falling on Riddle's shoulder certainly startled him. It was about time you fell asleep.

Normally, he'd scold you for falling asleep but you look so peaceful.. and who could blame you? It was 5 and it was uncommon for the Housewarden to be awake at this hour. He'd still have to tend to other duties. But it it a sunday tommorow right? There'd be no classes so maybe he could just.. fall asleep with you too right?

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automatismoateo · 7 months

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How Christian logic has converted me into atheism via /r/atheism

How Christian logic has converted me into atheism I wasn’t sure on being an atheism, I was more agnostic (but also very open to different possibilities) therefore I went to bible study sessions. From my experience: Me: whatever is illogical in the Bible (e.g. Noah’s Ark) Them: that’s a miracle performed by God. Me: I don’t understand how this is suppose to make sense Them: u cannot understand god’s level logic because you’re a human. And you’re ignorant to think you can. Me: how can I believe god when non of this makes sense to me? Them: stop questioning and start practicing out the teachings in Bible. Me: how does free will work if god plans everything? Them: you’re rigid to think only one can exist (Her argument is that it’s like a family. The parents are in control of the children but the children also have free will) Me: If free will is gifted by god. Then I don’t think it’s necessarily good because I believe if humans do not have free will in the first place, they wouldn’t need free will, thus wouldn’t think free will as a good gift. If you think free will is good it’s because you’re using the perspective of human not god/objectively. Them: yes but it’s like a family. When my son is young they ain’t got free will at all I control everything about him, but somehow he still have his own wants as he grew up. At this point I do not want to argue anymore because they don’t accept logic. Also they are making me feel like I’m the dumb one because my arguments are extreme, inflexible and rigid, and that my perspective is one sided/shallow. They also claim that I should stop questioning because I won’t be able to develop faith/relationship with god that way. But they also tell me to educate myself with books that discusses about the questions I was asking (obviously written by questions) to clear my confusions. Now I’m more convinced than ever that atheism is the true approach. Submitted September 23, 2023 at 04:38AM by fqirytale (From Reddit https://ift.tt/mVTcOEA)

#reddit

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no-weapons · 1 year

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It's not easy.

Where am I to s t a r t?

I think about what to write every day; Every hour.

Yet, it never seems good enough.

I have a relationship with God.

It doesn't make my life easier.

See what some people won't tell you is how hard it is to be in a relationship with God, to have faith, to t r u s t Him with everything.

To surrender your sense of control and give it all to God.

Letting Him take care of you - and all this is even harder when you're going through, what you think is, the worst part of your life.

When you've experience a loss.

When you've been betrayed.

When you s u f f e r.

I don't think of myself as a religious person. Unfortunately, 'religion' has become a tainted word in the world of faith - in the world of God.

Mankind, the flesh, has corrupted what the Word, God, Holy Spirit, and Jesus are supposed to represent.

It's unfortunate.

I've read through the Bible, I'm continuously studying. I have a numerous amount questions.

I learn something new every day but with more wisdom and understanding comes the thrist for even m o r e.

I enjoy the Holy Ghost working within me, giving me the thrist for God.

My life hasn't been the easiest but because of God, I've got a life and with Him it's getting better - even when it's hard.

I want to encourage others to do the same.

Matthew 7:7-8

7 Ask and keep on asking and it will be given to you; seek and keep on seeking and you will find; knock and keep on knocking and the door will be opened to you. 8 For everyone who keeps on asking receives, and he who keeps on seeking finds, and to him who keeps on knocking, it will be opened.

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God wants us to continuously talk, pray, and lean on Him. He is our father with unconditional love. Those who say otherwise, don't read the Bible with an open heart, with wisdom and understanding. Read the Bible through eyes of love and compassion. Read them as a child looking for a father, as a father searching for their child. He'll never stop meeting you where you're at in life, you'll never disappoint Him, you'll never be forsaken.

I pray this is one of many post to come. That I don't hesitate. That my anxieties are rebuked in the name of Jesus Christ and that the Holy Ghost always provides the strength and words for me to express myself and help others with their journey in Christ. - Amen.

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#love #jesus #godbless #god #cute #lessons #relationship #not easy #hard #prayer #hesitation #anxitey #Godlovesyou #Holy Ghost #Holy Spirit

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adventuresinqueue · 2 years

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☄ — Some people say that Jaxon "Jax" Gav Allard could be Dacre Montgomery ’s doppelgänger, but is really a 507 26 year old Owner & Manager of Alikin Garage . They mainly identified as a Bisexal Male , and described to be cunning, manipulative, charming, & clever

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■ . B A C K G R O U N D . ■

Originally from France - Jaxon Allard was born on November 22, 1514, to Logan and Penelope Allard. He wasn’t born privileged or poor; his family was border lining rich but never fully crossed that line. Needless to say, Jaxon grew up comfortable.

Being born 4 years after the influenza pandemic, Jaxon didn’t firsthand see the death toll that the pandemic caused, but he heard the countless stories from numerous people. Thus, since he was little, Jaxon knew that when he got older, he wanted to study the Medieval medicine of Western Europe - which is precisely what he did when he turned 18. People don’t tell you back then how exposed you became to diseases you can easily catch from people you are trying to take care of, though suppose that is a given. It was 1540, and it was a shocker that Jaxon had survived to 26-years-old, being completely exposed to beyond sick people around France. However, that “luck” quickly ran out as he caught malaria, and a few weeks later, Jaxon was the one experiencing high fever, chills, and sweating. Seeing how there was no cure for many diseases (yet), the French man knew his days are now numbered. It didn’t take long for him to make peace with it; after all, you are only promised so many days/years on Earth, and trust him, he knew he was lucky enough to live this long, but he did have some regrets. For instance, never finding love, never forming a family of his own, losing the relationship he had with his parents due to his intense interest in the Medieval Medicine of Western Europe. He wished for a longer life - a wish that was granted.

One night, a man by the name of Gio Foyer came to his bedside, a gorgeous human being with a charming but yet evil grin plastered on his features. It was hard not to be memorized by the man’s stunning and cutting features that he nearly missed the other’s question... nearly. The other offered an entire life, one where he could not die by simply being around sick people, being able to continue his study - possibly being the one to come up with a cure to help people stop dying so tragically and alone. Jaxon hesitated, only for a few seconds before agreeing to Gio’s offer, and a millisecond after for Gio to cut open a wound in his wrist and hold it up to Jaxon’s mouth. Again, he hesitated but began drinking the strong iron liquid, drinking just enough before Gio pulled away and snapped Jaxon’s neck. When Jaxon woke up, everything changed - there was a constant ringing in his ears, his eyes burned no matter if he opened them or closed them, he could hear everything from heartbeats to the ants scurrying across the ground, his teeth felt as if they were getting pulled. Not to mention, he was fucking starving, and there was only one thing he craved - raw meat and blood. Two things Gio provided him, luckily, but he ate and downed it all that he couldn’t enjoy the sensation of the raw flesh and blood going down his throat, feeding his non-pumping veins. He needed...wanted more, and he would be provided with more so long as Jaxon listened and followed Gio’s every command. The stunning man not only became Jaxon’s maker but his master and lover as well.

Over the next few hundred centuries, Gio and Jaxon were inseparable, and Jaxon mastered more than just his hunger and new abilities of inhuman speed, compulsion, healing, and even shapeshifting into a Sha - but he also learned multiple languages as he and Gio traveled the world. The French vampire would never accomplish his goal of finding a cure to various diseases that killed people worldwide, but he could offer them his blood only to heal them temporarily. He never turned a human into a vampire only because he quickly found that the blessing is more of a curse. An eternal life of watching your loved ones growing old and dying as you stay young and continue living a stolen life. Well, of course, there are a few ways of killing a vampire and one of which Jaxon experience firsthand - aka the hard way. It was only a few years after being first turned, and Jaxon truly believed he was invincible, not to mention, he didn’t have his hunger under control just yet. He kept leaving drained bodies stacked up everywhere he and Gio went; he was never caught for a few months, but his luck ran out, and a hunter tracked him down in Hungary. The young vampire believed he could easily drain the hunter, but the hunter was more trained and disciplined than Jaxon was. In the fight, the human got the best of the vamp and stabbed him between his shoulder blades with an old oak wooden stake soaked in Vervain. Though suppose the immortal man still had some luck; his maker, Gio, snapped the hunter’s neck before he could push the stake in anymore. It took weeks to heal from the fight physically, but he was left with a small scar in between his shoulder blades even then. Mentally, it took a lot longer to heal. The human taught him a valuable lesson, it’s never the person’s size - nor what they are supernaturally, but it is their will and purpose that will become victorious in a fight (and life) every time. From that moment on, he swore to himself to help human life instead of destroying it. Well, as much as he could do.

Being cursed and looking the same for years forced Jaxon to move rapidly after some odd years; at the very least, he always had Gio by his side to help with the adjustment. Well, he did till they disagreed on where they should move next. Eventually, both agreed that they need some space from each other. Thus, they went their separate ways when it was time to move from Perth, Australia. Jaxon moved to Miami, Florida and Gio moved to Piper Mount, Rhode Island. Jaxon lived comfortably in Florida, hell, even became a business owner and made a few close friends along the way - it’s a place he truly wanted to live for a longer time than he was given. A freak storm hit Miami that drowned the majority of Miami; in a long story short - his business now sat at the bottom of the ocean. Seeing no reason to stick around, he moved to Piper Mount, Rhode Island, trying to start up his business once again. At least now, it had a twist.

Jaxon still keeps in contact with those he befriended in Miami and hears some odd news - Jaxon moves between Rhode Island and Florida.

■ . I M P O R T A N T . C O N N E C T I O N S. ■

♢ Logan Allard — Jaxon is Logan’s only child and even though he his proud of his son’s hopes and dreams, he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t take up the family business of banking. At least then, he would see a lot more of his son before he passed away. ♢ Penelope Allard — Penelope is the only woman Jaxon truly loved. He knew that he was lucky to have a mother like her and when she passed away of natural causes, it hurt a bit more than when his father did. ♢ Gio Foyer — Gio Foyer is Jaxon’s maker, master, and lover. He was the only person he fell in love with, hell the first one he laid in bed with - though as time passed, the less Gio was his lover and master as he was just his maker and mentor. They still have a close bond, but as close as it once was. ♢ Kamryn Nyström — Since they moment they met, the two seemed to hit it off swimmingly. Kamryn is like a piece of home where the people don't give a shit about your feelings. They are laid back and speak their mind. Kamryn Nyström could be summed up to just that. Thus, the two started a grand bond. Only working just across the street together, they two spend more time together than they probably should, but when you have a great friendship like theirs - you'd spend every day together and understand as to how they never grow tired of each other. Well, at times.

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all-the-urls-r-taken · 4 years

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bitches be staying up until 4am knowing that they have to take an AP exam the same day. the same morning. it’s me, i’m bitches

#bitches be like...#it's me #i'm bitches #yo what the FUCK #at least it's not 8am #but STILL #no thank u #FUCK AP #ap lit #ap literature #ap lit memes #i didn't even study #but HOW r u supposed to study for open question #advanced placement #my sleeping schedule is fucked UP #ap tests

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han-shinsuke · 3 years

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t h e b r e a k f a s t t a b l e

[🔞] k e n t o n a n a m i [‼️]

s m u t • s m u t • s m u t

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ɴsғᴡ

If only you were at home, listening to sleeping at last and maybe with a cup of hot cocoa in hand, you would really appreciate the heavy pour of rain outside. However, you weren’t. Therefore, you must try to not show uneasiness while he’s around— while it was only you and him inside their manor.

“The generator isn’t working,” he informs you after inspecting the machine in the cellar. Kento turns off the penlight then sat on the chair beside you.

As reported by, the thunderstorm will last for two hours. A hundred and twenty minutes of being alone with your principal sponsor, Kento Nanami. “We will be fine. We have enough candles to get us through this darkness.”

Are you sure of it? Can you keep your calm around him? Especially when he’s that close? You can even smell his natural peachy scent.

“Do you not like me?” your face almost slipped from your palm. Why would he think that?!

“No.” you reply, absentmindedly licking your bottom lip. “You sponsor my studies and allowance and you bought me an apartment. How can I not like you, sir?”

Just to clear things, he is not your sugar daddy. You were not obliged to give something in return, though, you’d be glad if he wants to. Besides, you are not the only one he sponsors. There are twenty in total including you.

“Then why are you so distant?” he leans his back on the backrest, searching immediate answer from your intriguing reaction.

Yes, you were not aware but he finds your manners interesting.

You let out a low and defeated laugh.

“It’s because I like you romantically, sir.” you avow.

“Oh.” his response, “you’re only eighteen.”

“Can I not like you just because I’m young?” you sigh, looking away. Watching the rainwater rolls down the glass wall. “I lost my virginity last month, sir. I heard from your exes that you didn’t fuck virgins.”

What were you thinking, really? Spurting private matters like it’s some kind of gossips.

You heard him coughed. You laugh, “whom do you surrendered your innocence to?” he asks.

“Megumi Fushiguro, sir.”

Why do you have to be so polite? It’s driving him mad. His chair creaks. You eye him in question. He transfers the vase to the most secured spot.

“Quit the talking, baby, let’s fuck.”

Your heart races when he sits you on the tabletop, parting your legs. He creates an opening between your thighs. Everything about this man is thick so the width fuels your desires. He’s standing between your legs, sliding his palms up and down your sides.

You remove his shirt. Tracing his beefy muscles using your fingertips. You gasp when you reached his hard packs. You went lower, inserting a hand pass over his waistband. Kento let out a throaty moan when you palm his bulge inside his pants.

You were doing right, just right to make him close his eyes and gasp for air. You run your tongue in between his chest, hand still busy putting pressure on his other head. Damn. You can feel your own heat juicing.

“Do you want more, sir?” you ask, still licking him, moving far to the left, you poke his nipplexx using your tongue then eventually, started sucking it.

“Fuck, baby~ have you done this before with Megumi?” his breath is shaking though he can still speaks clearly.

From palming his head, your hand proceeds stroking his length, stretching its skin down from the tip. Nanami growls like a beast, you did pretty well with your hand so he grabs your nape and tilts your face up.

“I didn’t, sir. But Megumi had a mouthful feast on his study table. He devoured me like a feral man.”

You retract your hand from his pants. He moans in disappointment. He loves how you work your hand underneath his bottoms.

He didn’t talk after that. Nanami helps you with your clothes, stripping you out from your restrictions. You serve yourself... naked and flushed on his breakfast nook. You were no different from those sluts he fucked before. You crave for him so you do the service.

Nanami disrobes the remaining pieces of his clothes before pulling you on your ankles. He leans down to your face, kissing your chin first. That first kiss gives you butterflies compared to how Megumi taught you the basics of kissing. He may be your first of everything but nothing can compete with this man that makes you feel 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 by just kissing your chin.

Your both hands were pinned on each sides of your head. He examines you from head to toe. Your heat throbs, his tip is poking your abdomen. He’s long and thick. Will it fit? Of course, you're this ready for him. You anchor your legs behind him, pulling him down.

“Put it inside, sir, I’m ready.” you beg with your fluttering eyes. He teases your lips with his, brushing slightly. You whine. Pleading again.

He knows you were so desperate for him so he ended the thirst with a very rough kiss. Sucking both lips like its some kind of delights made for him. He surely enjoys kissing you torridly that it makes you thrash for air when he didn’t let go of your mouth.

That made him laugh. When your breathing return to normal, Nanami claims your lips again, this time, he’s moving slow, so slow that you didn’t notice his mouth has already left yours gaping open. He’s now down on your neck, sucking while a hand is palming your folds. You grope his right ass, earning a grunt from him.

His mouth keeps traveling down, it reached your bare chest. He takes in a bud inside his hot mouth. Sucking it, biting it. You moan. You just keep moaning and at the same time grinding your leaking pearl against his erection.

He pops out your first nipplexx, he does the same to the other. Flicking his tongue against it. Sucking it as well unti it turns red.

He goes down again, another spot—the most vulnerable one is waiting for him. He adjusts himself, groping your titsx hard while pinching its both buds.

“Aahh sir~” what? Did you just moan like a slut? You make him smirk and feel proud of himself. He gropes you again, even harder this time. He hears more of your 𝒂𝒂𝒉𝒉𝒔 and 𝒐𝒐𝒉𝒉𝒔. You satisfy him by just moaning his name and how good he makes you feel. He squeezes your sides, moving down to your thighs. He hit you there. He didn’t stop until he sees stars in your eyes. One star rolls down. Nanami licks his lips, planting soft kisses on your face.

“Ooohhh gosh, sir~” your body jolts when he tugs your clitx before latching his tongue between your folds.

Damn. Nanami eats better.

You grab onto his hair, gripping there. He dives deeper into your cunt, tongue lolling in and out of your still tight core.

“Hmm~ you taste like a real lady hmm~” fine, reaper! You can take her soul now.

Nanami’s 𝒉𝒎𝒎𝒔 sounds so sexy and you push more of your drenched cunt toward his face. He seems to appreciate your little movement so he eats deeper and thumb you harder.

“Sir—sir! Aahh~” surprise! You spill in his mouth and he’s grateful for your milk so he slurps everything and gives your clenching cunt a good run using his tongue.

You were panting when he pushes your legs to your chest, locking those tight with his forearms. He joins you on the tabletop, folding you in half. His hands grips tightly on the edge and pressing his knees firmly on the table with you in between.

Suddenly, you remember what Megumi had told you before that if a guy fold a lady to half, he’s been meaning to breed her.

Now. Now. Now.

You start to panic. He notices it. You receive his unusual smirk. You put your hands on his shoulders, shaking your head.

“S—sir— don’t fuck a baby into me, please.”

Instead of a reply or an assurance that he would not, Nanami claims your lips again, masking the slow and eerie penetration of his cockx into you.

He earns a loud gasp from you when he installed completely his length inside you. It stretches you really wide that a lone sob escapes your lips.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he taunts you, caressing your face. “I’m inside you. Full and deep. You will be fine, trust me.”

Your lips quivers when he start pulling out. You can feel how thick he is and how farther his tip reached inside.

He can feel your shaking so he kisses you again, focusing on your neck.

“H—hold—please sir aahnnn~” your whine is pure and appealing. He cannot wait any longer. It’s just that this is not his way. He loves ramming a pussyxx harder and deeper. He loves being in control.

“Be still, baby. I will move hard now.”

Again, what’s the use of shaking your head no? He slams right there. Just right there when he crashes his mouth on yours to drown your cries.

He’s tight. Hard. And strong that with every thrust and every pull and with every ruthless push, the table that supports the weight of the two people atop it, creaks louder.

He shakes your world and uses your womanhood the way it supposed to be fucked. He didn’t stop. He can’t be stopped. Not this time, not at this moment that he loves how you clench around him and how your cunt responds so sweetly.

“Here comes my seeds, baby~ take it all my pretty baby~” he pounds you so hard at the time his semenx spills inside you, combining with your juice. He pumps you even harder, grunting. While you, all you did is moan his name and that he should not cum inside you but he still did.

He fucks his jizz inside you, watching it leaks from your throbbing cunt.

You end up staring at nothing.

You still feel it dripping from your hole.

Nanami takes you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. Still in dazed, the both of you dip in the warm water in the tub. You on his lap, legs spread.

“Wha–what are you doing?” you breathe when Nanami slides his hand between your thighs, dipping his fingers between your folds.

He kisses your nape from behind, moving to the side before ending on your shoulder that he licks and bites.

“What else my pretty baby? Finger fucking you hmm~”

Just when he starts rubbing hard circles on your clitx, the rain pours heavily, drowning your moans once again.

You have proven the rumors surrounding his name. Kento Nanami fuck better in the dark.

#imagines #smut #one shot #jjk #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento smut #nanami kento is a daddy #jujutsu megumi #megumi fushiguro #anime #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu kaisen

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spiderling-space · 3 years

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This idea is inspired by @zozobegone ‘s this post

Setting: Grim goes platonic yandere mode when he realizes MC is going to go back to their world

It is written from Grimm's perspective

Italics indicate thoughts

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The Great Grimm

Warning: Unhealthy dependency and friendship

"Henchperson, give me those candies!" Grimm ordered (Y/N) after trying so many times to reach the top shelf.

"Aw, you couldn't reach yourself?" (Y/N) had seen Grimm jumping and trying to climb to take the candies. They didn't do anything but watch him fail for the last 10 minutes, they couldn't help themselves as he was being so cute. "What's the magic word?"

After grumbling a little, Grimm spoke coercively, "Please..."

"That's a good boy!" They patted him on the head before grabbing the candies and giving them to him.

He started devouring them the moment he got his hand on the candies. He thanked them quickly before focusing entirely on his food. They were just so delicious, he couldn't resist it!

"Honestly Grimm, what will you do once I'm gone?" They sighed as they took a seat in the kitchen.

The words didn't register for Grimm at first. "Eh?" He stopped eating for a moment and looked at them. "What nonsense are you babbling about?"

"Hmm? Oh! Well, you know, it's been months and lots of progress have been done. Crowley finding a way for me to return home is right around the corner." They spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"That birdman doesn't do anything but whine and pin all the tasks on us."

"I convinced him to do the actual work and he made a progress on finding a way for me to go home." (Y/N) stood up, walking toward him and kneeling to his height. "I'll give you a secret, I haven't told anyone this." They gulped before smiling, "Crowley found the way for me to go back. We just need ingredients and get some tests done then I'll be able to go back. I haven't told others about it yet because I wanted to have something concrete but since you are like my second family, I wanted you to know first."

Huh, he thought.

Grimm continued eating, ignoring what (Y/N) had said who got up and left the kitchen after sharing their secret. At that moment, it didn't bug him at all since he thought they were joking.

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It didn't even pass a week that (Y/N) started to tell the others that they would be leaving soon and ask their help to get the ingredients and spend their last days together. Meanwhile, Grimm became more and more irritable as the days passed by.

Grimm didn't have a family nor a friend. When he opened his eyes to the world, he was in a back alley by just himself. He fended for himself and decided to become the greatest magician when he heard people talking about Night Raven Collage. He didn't have anyone who supported his dream nor he needed one. He would accomplish it on his own and show everyone how great he was. Of course, things didn't go as planned and he got thrown off the moment he revealed his true self at the entrance ceremony and was even threatened to get eaten. What's worse was that when he returned to NRC, showing the persistence of an NRC student, he was about to be thrown again. That would be the case if it weren't for (Y/N) sticking up for him. He wasn't a sentimental monster and he hated to be called cat by (Y/N) despite his catly activities as they called it. However, deep down he knew it was because of (Y/N) that he became a student in the NRC, getting one step closer to achieving his dream. Heck, he and (Y/N) were considered one student together.

It wasn't just (Y/N) creating him an opportunity that made him care about them, it was everything. They studied together; they slept on the same bed, shared meals and snacks, played games, did homework, complained about the school and students together. Not to mention, how much he enjoyed getting petted, belly rubbed and washed by them. They had each other when no one was around and always stood against overblot student together. In Grimm's eyes, they were an inseparable and astonishing duo; even a family he never had, not that he would say it out loud.

Maybe that was why he was miffed by everything that was going on... What would happen to me if (Y/N) were to go back? Become alone again? Get kicked out of NRC? Have no friends and family? No, that's not going to happen!

As the days passed, the attention he got from (Y/N) diminished gradually, came to a point that he only saw them in classes and when they got back. They were out with another person every day, not sparing enough time for the Great Grimm.

How dare they, he thought while heatedly huffing and puffing on the couch.

Grimm dearly missed the old times when (Y/N) wasn't obsessed with going back. He didn't even receive enough petting last few days nor they studied together. His mind wandered to their time spent together when he noticed something. (Y/N) would leave everything behind regardless of how important it was when he got into serious trouble or got hurt. They would sweep in to save his neck. It just clicked at that moment.

He would get into trouble or injured to get their attention on him. However, then the other minions would gather around them too and their attention would be divided. It was not something he wanted. An idea struck in his head after a few minutes of thinking. As expected out of the Great Grimm, it was a brilliant plan.

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"Oh my goodness, Grimm! What happened to your paw-paw?!" (Y/N) rushed to his side, kneeling and examining his paw.

Grimm grumbled acting as if he didn't want to tell them. "Nothing, Great Grimm is fine!"

"Don't be ridiculous! It looks broken!" The worry on (Y/N)'s face was gratifying since he got their attention back.

"Ask your best friends," He answered with faux melancholy, withdrawing his paw near his chest and turning back as if he would leave.

"What does that supposed to mean?" They asked, confussion evident on their face just like Grimm wanted.

"Azul tricked them into doing his work and asked them to collect all the feathers on the roof. Ace and Deuce took me with them then we got into a fight and I fell off the roof." He lowered his head for extra effect.

"And they didn't even take you to the infirmary?!" He managed to get them riled up.

"It was my fault th-"

"That's not an excuse! For fuck's sake! C'mon, we are going to the infirmary." (Y/N) wrapped their arms around Grimm and lifted him en route to the hospital wing.

"Hey (Y/N)! Do you -"

"I can't believe what you two did!"

"What we did?" Deuce mumbled, fearing their wrath.

"Don't talk to me for some time and at least take responsibility and apologize!" (Y/N) stormed off before Ace could finish his sentence. Both Ace and Deuce look perplexed as (Y/N) marched away. Grimm was looking at them over (Y/N)'s shoulder, taking in their puzzled looks and flashing a grin as (Y/N) walked away.

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For the next two weeks, Grimm continues with his plan.

"I swallowed a lot of soapy water." Grimm said as he was rubbing his belly, it genuinely hurt. Swallowing soapy water was more awful than hurting his paw.

"Azul! You promised to not do this and shame on you Jade, Floyd!"

3 more down, plenty to go...

"Leona, have you seen Grimm? He is way smaller than you! How couldn't you realize what your claws would do on Grimm?"

"Ruggie, Grimm got food poisoning because of you! You could have just stolen his food instead of replacing them with expired ones."

"Jack, I've never expected this from you. I'm very disappointed."

"What? What are you talking about?" Jack asked hastily but it fell on deaf ears as (Y/N) didn't even listen to him, grabbing Grimm and leaving them standing.

Woo hoo! My plan is working fantastically!

"He could have died Kalim if it were higher!"

"Jamil, I thought you would stop making people poison taste. Grimm has been puking all day long because of you!"

Grimm grinned wickedly as he was once again carried by (Y/N).

Wait until I'm done with all of you! HAHA, You cannot defeat me!

Grimm was thinking of new original ways to distance (Y/N) from the rest of Heartslabyul, Pomefiore, Ignihyde and Diasomnia. The last one would be the hardest as he had a powerful competitor who also sought (Y/N)'s attention but it didn't matter, Grim would be the only one!

That was what he thought until Birdman came bearing the news...

"(Y/N)! Good news! All the tests we did on the mirror worked! You can go back now!"

Everything stopped right there and then.

Grimm was so focused on getting (Y/N)'s affection and attention that he forgot about the tests they were doing on the mirror.

Now I am too late...

"My goodness! Thank you! I missed my home so much! I'll start saying my goodbyes!" (Y/N) spoke rapidly, they truly were happy to hear the news.

Happy to leave me all alone!

"No worries, they all gather around the magic mirror, waiting for you." Birdman informed, "Are you coming now?"

"Yes!" (Y/N) said before turning to him, taking him in arms and carrying him outside.

That is not how it was supposed to go...

As they were walking outside before leaving the Ramshackle perimeter, Grimm jumped on the ground.

"What's wrong?" (Y/N) stopped to ask.

"What's wrong?!" Grimm couldn't contain it anymore. everything was too much.

"(Y/N), do you need a moment to say goodbye to the dorm?" Birdman questioned, getting closer to where they were standing.

"Uhm... yes... I mean I spent months here so I should say goodbye to it. You can go, we will catch up in a moment."

With that Birdman walked away, leaving (Y/N) and Grimm alone.

"Is there something you wanted to talk about?" They asked idiotically.

Are they too dumb to understand?

As Grimm was about to tell them what was on his mind, unfiltered, he felt a power within himself. A power that wanted to surge out of him and he let it since he had nothing to lose anymore.

"You will leave me all alone!"

"But you already knew that, Grimm. This place isn't my home and if I took you with me, you would be discovered and people would do experiments on you." Their voice was so soft as they tried to reason with him but none of them mattered.

"We are one student together, you can't leave until I graduate!" The power inside of him grew even more.

"Well, Crowley said he-"

"We fought the monsters together. We are a team, you called me your son!" He could feel that power getting closer

"I-" He wasn't going to let them speak anymore!

"So you see me as a family but you abandon me!" He felt the power leak outside and he didn't even care about it.

"GRIMM!" (Y/N) yelled, taking a few steps back. "I, I, I changed my mind, we will be together!"

"You want me to have no one again!" Grim screamed, not even noticing how his voice changed. "AAAAAHHH!"

Everything went black for a moment and the second he reopened his eyes, everything was different. He was no longer looking up to (Y/N); he now was looking down on them. They were so tiny.

"YOU CANNOT LEAVE!" Grimm screeched when he saw (Y/N) backing and running away. He jumped, landing right in front of them who fell on the ground from the shock and still trying to crawl away.

"G-Gr-Gr-Grim, i-i-it's me! We are friends, remember? I know you wouldn't hurt me because we are family, innit?"

"It is too late for everything but you are right. We are family..." Grimm said, his voice echoing, giving it more menacing feelings.

Grimm was no longer waiting for (Y/N) to understand that they couldn't leave him. He had no intention of waiting anymore. He leaned towards them slowly, biting their clothing and lifting them.

It was always (Y/N) who carried Grimm around relentlessly now it was Grimm's turn. Once he was sure that they wouldn't fall, he took off, running away from the Ramshackle, leaving NRC behind.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst grim #twisted wonderland grim #twst mc #twisted wonderland mc #mc/yuu #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yandere #yandere twst #twst yandere #yandere #yandere grim

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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hi!! i rly liked your first writing it was so cute and you described jisung so well too! can i request a friends to lovers with han? kinda slow burn like they're really good friends but jisung gets jealous of her close friend and reader secretly likes him too but she doesnt wanna ruin the things between them so... one day they get into a fight and they end up making out😳 bc shes like "wtf we're friends" smut is ok but just a make out would be fine too the details r up to u💗

why yes you can! Thank you for requesting hehe you are my first ask ever ♡ I hope that you like it, here’s some best friend ‘sungie for ya :)

all yours | reader x jisung |

Paring: self-insert, female reader x han jisung

Genre: fluff ‘n a lil bit of smut & angst

Tags: student!reader, bestfriend!jisung, lab partner!felix (haha), friends to lovers, mutual pining, best friend au, college au, jealousy, slow-ish burn, mentions of exams, some yelling, reader is secretly whipped for jisung (and jisung for the reader), explicit language, marking, that good good makin’ out

Word count: 2.4k

“Hey!”

The little ball of paper that you had crinkled up bounced off Jisung’s arm with a soft pat.

“What happened to studying together? You said that you were gonna quiz me.”

Jisung’s eyes popped up from his phone screen looking a little bewildered. “Sorry, I just...got a little distracted.

“Distracted? Looking at what?”

“Oh, nothing.” He placed his phone down, clicking it off.

“Is “nothing” code for some girl’s Instagram?” You dished him out a teasing smirk. “I think you forget that I know you better than you know yourself sometimes.”

Jisung shuffled the papers in front of him pretending like he had something to do. “Psh. I was not.”

“--Does she go to school here?”

“I told you, I said no.” He furrowed his brow trying to look as serious as possible, but that was nearly impossible for someone as naturally adorable as him. “Why are you drilling me? Aren’t you supposed to be doing some work right now?”

“~So are you~” You teasingly sang back to him, giving him a kick under the table just for good measure.

Jisung threw your balled up paper ball back to you. “Let’s just get back to what we were doing so we can leave. I don’t wanna end up like him.”

He nodded over to the end of your table where a student had fallen asleep mid-chapter. His nose twitched and he snorted a little bit. You knew exactly what Jisung meant, you didn’t want to be at the library at 11pm on a Tuesday either; it was your better judgement that told you.

“Can we get food after this?” Jisung asked after approximately five minutes of “working.”

“Sounds good to me.” You quipped, barely allowing your eyes to leave your computer screen. You found that you always had to try you best to let him not distract you. He was really good at that.

You slid a stack of index cards in front of him. “Ask me these? I’m having a hard time getting the Latin names down...if you’re not busy?”

“Nope!” He piped, and shoved his notebook away.

“Okay!” He said with determination and a little bounce. He fixed his oversized hoodie before starting, looking adorably lost in the fabric.

He asked you the first question, but it barely met your ears. There you were, getting distracted by him again.

screw you Han Jisung, you thought to yourself.

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“I just don’t understand how you make sense of all that crap, I could never be a science major like you are.”

“--And I could never understand production like you do.”

“And this is why we work.” Jisung grinned with smiling eyes while he opened the library door for you. “I’m starving, I can’t stop thinking about--”

“--Y/n??” A voice called from behind the two of you.

The two of you whipped your heads back to see a loveable looking blonde and freckled boy bounding to catch up with you. It was Felix, your lab partner from zoology. The two of you were nothing more than classroom friends, but his friendly kindness was always something that brightened up your terrible 9 am lab.

“Felix!” You beamed, holding the door so it wouldn’t close on him. “Are you here studying for the exam as well?”

“Oh yeah, I just...my brain couldn’t take it any more,” He sarcastically mimed his head pains, “I just need to get some sleep now.”

“I just don’t get how they expect us to know all of those phyla like its nothing.”

“I know right?’ He chuckled.

Next to you, Jisung silently poked at the elevator button to go down.

“Is it alright if I head down with you guys?”

“Of course!” You motioned him in.

Once the doors had closed, the three of you found a different corner of the small box to plant yourselves in.

“shit-sorry, Felix, I didn’t introduce you, this is Jisung.”

“Hi!” Felix shone, and Jisung gave him a curt nod back.

Felix waved to two of you goodbye, leaving you in the nighttime snow. You noticed that as Felix walked away he had a little bounce to his step; and you couldn’t help but crack a little smile.

“Our usual?” Jisung asked you with a little edge to his voice.

You linked your arm around his, letting out a little shrill sound when the fabric of your two coat sleeves met. “Sounds good to me!” You nuzzled up into him while both of your bodies’ heat intermingled.

The two of you walked on under the streetlights which illuminated the falling flakes in streams of light. You never loosened your grip, as had become your habit lately when the two of you walked around. Jisung never seemed to mind; the two of you had been mistaken for a couple more than enough times thanks to it. When it did happen, it didn’t phase you at all. Being close to Jisung was like second nature to you.

The whole walk over Jisung never uttered a word, which was uncharacteristic of his usual boisterous self.

“Is everything okay?”

He sniffled, “Yeah, I think I just got kinda tired out of nowhere.”

“Ah.” You mouthed, and squeezed his arm a little harder.

After a moment’s silence, he somberly announced, “If you’re in the same class as him, maybe you should study with him.”

“Huh.” You tsked. “Yeah, I mean I never thought about that before...I guess that could do me some good.”

You looked slightly up to him: a product of him being slightly taller than you. His brown eyes remained stoic, and you couldn’t figure out why. You hated it when he wouldn’t tell you what was wrong, but he was also stubborn at letting up.

“But thank you for helping me tonight! You know that I reeealy appreciate it.” You turned your tone as cutesy as you could--Jisung hated it, but you knew that it could bring a smile to his face.

His gaze softened a bit. “Anytime. You’d do the same for me.”

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Jisung rested his head on your shoulder on the bus ride home with his phone weakly held in his hand. One more bump in the road and you knew that it would go flying so you carefully took it into your own lap where it would be safe. You wouldn’t dare moving an inch because you had a feeling that he had closed his eyes. Time had slipped past 1am, and you had to keep fighting yawns yourself. The bus driver had been blasting the heat, so it wasn’t hard at all for you to feel cozy.

You glanced down at his open hand in his lap. It looked exactly like he was beckoning for you to scoop it up in your own. You wondered what what happen if you did. What would he think of it? Would he think anything of it? You had held hands before, but every time you had it had been under purely platonic pretenses. If you just grabbed it now, what would the pretenses be then? The two of you cozied up on a bus: that was something that couples did.

You shut your eyes closed tightly and tried your best to banish all the thoughts clouding your head.

Jisung’s hand twitched, looking even more inviting.

screw you Han Jisung.

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[7:14pm]

jisung: you want to come over? Changbin is cooking and i don’t wanna eat whatever he’s making alone

[7:31pm]

me: sorry, I’m studying with Felix at the library, I think that we are gonna be here late. It’s all the Latin, I’m drowning in the Latin, Sung.

I’m sorry.

see you Friday once I’m out of this hell?

[7:34pm]

jisung: see you friday.

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You pounded on the door to Jisung’s apartment with your phone in hand, the white screen showing you the number that you had worked so hard for.

“Open the door!” You called giddily. “Jisung! I know that you’re in here, we need to celebrate! ~I can treat youuu~”

Just as you were about to knock again, the door swung open, revealing a wet haired Jisung in his grey sweats and tee. His brown strands of hair were scattered around his head while he rubbed at them with a towel.

“Shit! Can’t I shower?” He jested.

It took all your will power not to ogle him more. He looked devastatingly handsome, but you swallowed down how utterly flustered he had made you.

You cleared your throat, “Uh...sorry...” then remembered your phone in your hand. “I got a 96! Can you believe it! I’m even surprised too, when I was taking the test I just got so nervous...”

“All that studying paid off huh?” He cockily rose an eyebrow. “You can go ahead and thank me now, without my help...” He shrugged with a grin.

You invited yourself in and threw your bag down at the door like you usually did.

“Thank youuu” You sung. “Oh! And studying with Felix really paid off too.” You took off your shoes, thinking of how nice it had been to finally study with someone who knew your class topics. Not that Jisung wasn’t helpful, but you and Felix were on the same page. “He knew it all way more than I did, so he was super helpful. I forgot to text him--”

Jisung closed the door behind you with a slam that made you jump. He moved away from you, not meeting your eyes. The air around the two of you suddenly became thick with something that did not feel as excited as you just were.

“...do you wanna maybe watch a movie?” You moved closer. “Or we could get some deliv--”

“--Why even bother coming over here?” Jisung suddenly huffed.

“What?”

Jisung’s words flew out of his mouth sharply, “If he was so helpful? What are you doing here, huh?”

“Jisung, I don’t understand...” Your heartbeat quickened in your chest and you felt anxiety swell there as well. Jisung never spoke to you like this. He never sounded like this.

He growled out a little sound in frustration. “I-I just...can’t believe you--”

“--Me? Jisung, what did I do?” You threw your arms up, genuinely confused.

He ran his fingertips over his temples and let out a deep exhale. “Y/n, don’t pretend like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Your temper started to become seething and you felt your ears get hot. “Tell me Jisung. Tell me what I did. And while you’re at it, what has been up with you these past few days? Being short with me, and distant, yeah-I’ve noticed...what are you doing??”

Jisung heaved breaths in and out of his chest, then ran a hand through his hair. He still couldn’t meet your eyes.

For a moment, a flash of panic surged in your head, making your heart ache with an unexpected pain. You truly didn’t know what he had meant, and if you had made a mistake, you knew it could mean loosing him. God, that was the last thing in the world you wanted. It always was.

“If I did something wrong tell me because clearly I don’t know!!” You yelled back at him, straining your throat.

He walked up to you, then grabbed your shoulders with a firm grip. Finally, you saw his eyes, brown and soft, holding a type of pain that you hadn’t seen in him before.

screw you, Han Jisung.

“Jisung, I--”

You were shoved by the shoulders in milliseconds to the door behind you, the impact nearly knocking the wind out of you. You gasped in your surprise, but your mouth was immediately shut by Jisung ramming his lips into yours. His hands needily took your face into his palms with his mouth blazing with hunger for you.

It took you a moment to realize what had just happened and steady yourself after being so startled. His lips were so soft and warm, your brain had a hard time recognizing that he was really doing this. His haste made no indication of stopping so you let yourself do what you had wanted to do for years: you kissed him back with everything that you had.

As soon as you did so, he let out little desperate moans between your lips in response. You let your arms wrap around his back and he fell into them just right. Naturally you took one of your hands to the back of his head and tangled up your fingers in his hair. God, it all felt so good. Jisung snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you into him with force, crashing your hips together.

The two of you clumsily made your way to the couch where he threw you down and crawled over top of you just as fast. He moved to your neck then traversed around your skin, sending shivers all through your body. Your hands eagerly found his back where you dug into him, wanting to be impossibly close. To your side, he carefully took your hand in his, weaving all of your fingers together.

Jisung pressed down into you and began to suck at your neck without holding himself back. It was such an intense feeling that couldn’t help but moan out something you didn’t know you could. You felt his mouth turn into a grin on your skin while he continued. It stung a little when he removed his lips, but he gently kissed each mark as if he was soothing it once he was done. He stopped to admire the little array of purple bruises he had made.

“I want you all to myself.” Jisung’s voice was hoarse, but still honey-covered in desire.

“What are we doing?” You asked him in breathless disbelief.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He whispered, and appeared to calm his breaths. “I don’t care.”

"You don’t?”

“Why should I?” He cocked his head and used his free hand to caress your face.

“--That this could change things between us?”

“You don’t want it too?” He looked a little confused.

You felt a warmth rush to your cheeks. “--No! I do, I do...trust me.”

“Then can I kiss you some more?” Jisung grinned down at you as loving as he always had, but this time it meant something slightly different.

“...please.”

He lowered back onto you, connecting your lips once more. Jisung’s tongue languidly smoothed onto yours and you already felt intoxicated by the feeling. You tightened your fingers around his.

I’ve always been yours.

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 3 years

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Asano/F!Darling: Unconventional Methods (VI)

TW: Noncon/dubcon, unhealthy power dynamic, unhealthy relationship, abuse of authority, spanking

____ didn't mind Asano's smaller outside assignments that much, especially compared to that first lesson. She knew when they would come since he only ever sent them during her breaks or outside of work hours, and having time to write a response was less stressful than being put on the spot and having to look at him. Still...Asano's questions and requests were enough to make her squirm in her seat even when they weren't sexual.

"How many partners have you had, including the ex-boyfriend you mentioned? Were you sexually active with them as well?"

"Have you always lived on your own? Do you ever feel a desire to live with someone or feel intense loneliness at home?"

"Have you ever had a near-death experience?"

"Send a photo of the toy you mentioned using. Describe its function and how often you use it each week."

"Was your family life turbulent growing up?"

"Have you ever been struck during a sexual encounter (eg. Slapping, spanking, scratching) or experienced pain (eg. hair-pulling, biting)? If so, describe the action and how you responded to it."

That last one made her feel especially worried. She'd never done anything rougher than maybe getting her hair pulled and being called a cute little slut by her ex whenever he'd talk dirty to her. And compared to Asano, a black belt who famously defeated his teacher on his third day of class, her ex wasn't much of a fighter.

____ sighed and tried to focus on the papers she was supposed to be grading in 1A's classroom while the instructor taught the students. Principal Asano was just trying to make her uncomfortable by asking her, and probably by making her wonder if he really was planning on hurting her like that during one of his lessons. Speaking of which...it had been one week since her third lesson. The last two weren't as sexual as the first, but they were just as stressful. The second lesson was almost like a regular lecture, aside from the fact that she'd been completely nude the entire time. Asano had given her a small stack of education and psychology textbooks for her to annotate and study in his office while he watched her. Any time she moved the book up or hunched over the small table he'd provided for her to hide her breasts, he'd told her to sit up straight and she reluctantly obeyed.

The third lesson had involved her "shadowing" him while he did his own work; thankfully she got to keep her clothes on for this one, but she spent the entire time in his lap. Occasionally his hands would wander between her thighs to ghost against her panties, and eventually she noticed how he was subtly rocking his hips every so often while a slight bulge nudged her backside. It didn't seem to faze him in the slightest though; whenever he'd show her one of the documents he was working on or made a phonecall, his voice didn't seem tense or strained at all while she sat in his lap.

She understood why he needed to make her so uncomfortable, and he'd patiently explained to her more than once that her personal inexperience was why so many of these lessons were sexual--you're least comfortable when trying something new. But it still felt so wrong to do things like this, even if her boss explicitly said it was okay. Is that why she didn't want to ask any of her coworkers for advice or whether they thought this was an appropriate teaching method? Asano hadn't ever said to keep it secret, after all. Still...she'd have to admit that she and Asano had done all of these things together--on campus, in his office! Even if it was to make her a better teacher--and even if the other faculty members believed that--she could never look them in the eye ever again. ____'s face flushed with heat and she hurriedly made her way down the hall to Asano's office; maybe after this lesson she could ask him if she should discuss his program with any of the other teachers.

____ knocked at Asano's door and waited for him to reply. "Come in." Immediately she stepped inside, closed the door, and locked it from the inside; now that she'd had multiple lessons in his office, she had learned the routine for the start of his lessons. Asano was at his desk and peering at the documents in his hand. "Sit." He hadn't even looked up from his papers.

____ eagerly walked to the chair in front of his desk and sat with her legs crossed. "Um, sir," she began, "Before we start, I wanted to--"

"We've already started today's lesson," Asano interrupted, his voice soft but firm and commanding as ever. "Once we've finished, you can talk to me about your concerns."

____ pressed her lips together in a line and tried not to sound too bothered by him dismissing her so quickly. "What will today's lesson involve?" She prayed over and over in her mind: nothing sexual, nothing sexual, nothing sexual...

Asano finally glanced up from his papers to look her over, and ____ tried her best not to meet his gaze. "I want to see how well you've studied the books I lent to you," he said. "Nothing too exhaustive, just a cursory review with an oral quiz." He moved his seat back and rested his arms on either side of the chair. "Put yourself on my lap, facing down on your stomach."

____ hesitantly rose up and moved around the desk to lay down the way Asano had ordered. The arms of the chair pushed against her chest and upper thighs, but not enough to be anything more than mildly cumbersome. She flinched slightly when she felt his hand move to pull up the bottom of her skirt and expose her rear end to the cool air of his office. "S-sir?"

Asano moved one hand to rest over her back while the other cupped the soft flesh of her backside. "For every question you're unable to answer, you'll get a penalty." He squeezed her ass gently and felt ____ squirm as he toyed with her. "I'll guide you to a proper answer until you manage to discover it for yourself. First: Gardner's theory of multiple intelligences is not a theory applied to most schools in Japan. Tell me why you think that is."

____ shifted in her seat. Were all the questions going to be this open-ended? "Ah...L-let me see," she murmured. It was difficult to think straight when you were upside down and your boss was groping your ass. "Well, Gardner's theory is...u-um, it comes from a Western perspective of intelligence? Kunugigaoka's teaching methods are based heavily off of, of collectivism and group efforts being important. So it may not be applicable here?"

Asano pursed his lips. "Is collectivism solely an Eastern value? Not to mention, you're forgetting one of the cornerstones of our teaching methods is behaviorism--a concept theorized in Europe and the United States."

"Oh. That's true," ____ admitted. "I'm sorry, Asano-sa--"

A sudden smack against her ass startled her followed by a stinging pain made her tear up immediately. She'd never been hit this hard before, and she immediately felt a lump in her throat as she started to cry. "Apologize by considering a better answer," Asano said coldly. "Think carefully about how Gardner's theory contrasts with different policies and standards in Japan."

____ sniffled and cried as he had spoken, and continued to after he'd told her to try again. 'I...u-um, let me...I...A-Asano-san, I..." She tried to think about the question, she really did. "I've never been spanked before, th-this really hurts..."

Asano gently rubbed the place he'd struck her and she let out a small whine; even him comforting her hurt. "It's a new experience, and an effective one," he said. "You're more likely to remember and retain what I say with a physical trigger." He squeezed her ass and felt her squirm again. "Try again."

____ bit the inside of her cheek and tried to ignore the sting and the heat coming from her skin. "Um. Gardner's theories...they imply that each type of intelligence is...a student with one strength does better with a different type of learning method, and a student with a different one would do better with an-another one," she rambled. "But school exams only test the ability to retain a-and apply information. A...a student with high kinetic intelligence, they might struggle on a written exam be-because it tests a different set of skills. R-right?" She looked up at Asano as best as she could for a sign that she had given the right answer.

Asano smiled and tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear. "A much better answer," he confirmed. "A school setting emphasizes and values different types of intelligence over others, and so does society as a whole." Asano squeezed and played with her upper thigh, and ____ felt his fingers coming closer and closer to between her legs until he was pressing against her clothed slit. "At Kunugigaoka however, I've tried to incorporate the needs of students who aren't gifted with the natural intelligence that exams cover. Even if a student's resistant to conventional teaching and study methods, I've found that a forceful approach can work through that rigidity." He smirked and felt ____ squeeze her thighs around his hand as a he played with her clit. "Next question."

____ tried to gather her thoughts as best as she could while being toyed with over Asano's knee. Shouldn't she be answering these questions while NOT being so distracted? How is she supposed to give a proper response when he's touching her and groping her like this? "S-sir, I understand the purpose of being spanked--um, struck? Learning with a physical trigger. But it's distracting me and I can't focus on what I've studied..."

Asano nodded and slipped some of his fingers past her underwear, pulling them down to press directly against her cunt. She gasped through her nose and felt a wave of shame after she felt her body clench around his fingertips. "That's the point," Asano explained patiently. "If you've studied properly then you should be able to recall information easily, even under stress." He could feel a small bit of lubrication around her entrance making it easier to slip the tip of his middle finger inside. "You did study, didn't you?"

"Y-yes," ____ insisted. "I just didn't think it would be this...ah, this..." She trailed off and whimpered at the feeling of his finger rubbing against a sensitive spot; she didn't even realize that she had started to rock her hips back and forth in time with his hand. "Sir, please!"

Asano narrowed his eyes at ____ as he continued to play with her with one hand. He knew she wasn't experienced with this kind of stimulation, but that wasn't any excuse to act so childishly. "Please? Please do what? I can't stop just because you're uncomfortable, you know that. Now, for the next question. The study conducted on adolescents aged 12 and 13 is referenced often in chapter 3 of the textbook on memory I sent you. The two students in the study failed to keep up with the lessons during the experiment and suffered nervous breakdowns from the strain of the coursework. Why do the authors frame this as something positive?"

____ tried to remember the article he was asking about, but her thoughts were clouded and scattered as she felt a creeping feeling of pleasure and tension in her core. What was that article about? Not memory, that was the one in chapter 2...No, it was about the correlation between classroom size, curriculum density, and...and short class periods? "Ah...The students who had breakdowns," she started, not even sure of what she was trying to say. "The authors theorized it was b-because the intensity of the material being covered and the short--ooh...short class periods. U-um, the teaching method focused on parallel thinking and had them all studying multiple things at the same t-time, and the two students couldn't take...couldn't take it anymore..."

____ let out a frustrated groan and tried to move her hips away from Asano's hand. "Please, I can't," she insisted. "I can't do both at the same time, I can't think when you--"

Asano pulled her hips back into place and quickly covered her mouth with one hand before slapping her ass again. She screamed and started to sob against the palm keeping her somewhat quiet. "You aren't answering the question, you're re-stating it," he said irritably. "Not only that, but you're interrupting the lesson by moving away like that." He raised his hand again and ____ instinctively tried to move out of the way and tried to reach up and block him from hitting her; his eyes darkened and in one swift movement, he pushed her over against the desk and gripped her wrists behind her back while keeping his other hand on her mouth.

"You've disrupted my lesson twice now," he said icily. "If you're so eager to act like an unruly child and throw a tantrum, I'm more than happy to put it on hold to correct this." He dug his nails into the flesh of her wrists and she screamed again. "I'm going to let go of your wrists, and you're going to keep your hands on this desk until I tell you to put then behind your back. Do you understand?"

____ clenched her fists and tried her best to nod while her head was turned to the side against his desk while she continued to cry. This already hurt so much, and she couldn't imagine what he'd do if she tried to run out of the room or fight back. "Mm...Mhh-mm." She sniffled and choked back some of her sobs to try and respond. Asano, true to his word, let go of her wrists and she immediately placed them on the edge of the desk. Her knuckles lightened as she gripped the wood as hard as possible, and the ache of her hands distracted her from the sting of her lower thighs and the strain on her neck and upper body being pressed against his desk.

After a few seconds, she felt his hand take one of her wrists; a strip of cloth was in his hand, and she felt it brush against her own skin. "Behind your back," he ordered. ____ complied and put her hands together again. She felt the silk of Asano's tie wrap around her and tighten until it was firmly keeping her wrists bound. He took her by the crook of her arm and moved his other hand to let her breathe more easily through her nose while he kept her mouth covered. "Back in the chair."

Soon she was back in his lap, though this time her hands were in an uncomfortable raised position thanks to his necktie. "Obviously you're not able to continue with the quiz I had in mind today," Asano said, sighing in disappointment. "Still, I'm not going to cut our lesson short just because of your outburst." ____ felt a few more tears well up at just how upset and disappointed he sounded in her. She didn't want to be a brat. She didn't want to disrupt his lesson, but she just couldn't think straight. "Instead, we'll be reviewing something much more elementary to match your attitude." Her heart sank as she felt his hand rest on the curve of her ass again. "The two of us are going to count. I think that ten should be high enough."

____ caught a glimpse of his hand as he raised it up and bit her lower lip to try and steel herself before he spanked her again. The harsh slap of skin against skin followed by a new rush of aching pain left her sobbing pathetically underneath him. His voice was soft and eerily cheery as he brushed a few fingers over where he'd hit her. "One."

Slap. "Two."

Slap. "Three."

____ heard the rush of blood roaring in her ears until she could hear nothing else, not even the spankings or her own crying. It sounded so far away, just like Asano's voice. "Four...five..."

The breaks in between each spanking grew longer and longer, and Asano could hear her wails become less and less loud and obnoxious until they died down to short whimpers after each slap. Her lips were slightly parted behind his hand, but she wasn't pouting and wincing anymore; it seemed that she'd spent all of her energy and her tantrum had finally subsided. He peered down at her slightly-tilted head and noted the glazed-over look in her visibly reddened eyes as she stared off into space. Dissociation was a common side effect when it came to his students, a clear sign that they were at their limit and--even better--their minds were much easier to mould now that their subconscious was preoccupied elsewhere. For ____ in particular, it was a key step in training her. Right now she had learned she couldn't resist him, and with the right positive and negative reinforcement she'd learn to love his guiding hand.

"Six." Smack.

"Mm..."

"Seven." Smack.

"Mmm."

An impulsive part of him, specifically the part responsible for the slight tent in his pants as he watched her stare blankly and become more and more compliant and complacent with each strike. She clearly wasn't cut out to teach, not with how well she fit in his lap and how satisfying it was to hear her soft moans. He imagined how much better it would be to see her transition from resistant and defiant, to blank and defeated, and finally to eager and adoring once he'd finally finished grooming her into his ideal "protégé."

"Eight...Nine...Ten."

#.assassination classroom #yandere assassination classroom #yandere asano #.asano #asano's darling #fem darling #tw: noncon #.myshit

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yoshkeii · 3 years

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𝙺𝚑𝚊𝚒'𝚜 𝙹𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 | 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 #𝟹

𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌 ; 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎...

“𝙰 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙺𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗.

𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝- 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑. “

khai's extras !! ;- 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 <𝟹

࿐ 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝙺𝚑𝚊𝚒.

“𝙽𝚎𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚊'𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛“ | CW / TW: fighting/fights, blood, yelling (M!Reader)

Everything else was a blur. Within a blink felt like years just happened, dramatic as it sounded. Finding yourself in the courtyard not so far away from the gym where the Nekoma team practiced in is all you really remembered. Oh, and the fact you had punched someone. Right in their face. Maybe it was a few... or couple times as you easily remember seeing the blood dripped down from their nose. Your least dominant hand grasping the collar of their shirt tightly, most dominant hand clenched into a fist as if preparing the next blow.

Before you could raise your arm into motion you were abruptly stopped. Tensing at the familiar voices you heard come into clear through your ears, as if every sense of moral and composure was gone not so long ago. As if it was just muffled and blocked to your mind. Instinctively you started tensing up, realizing why this all started. And you wanted to continue on the person infront of you.

Shortly relaxing you were kept distance away from the other, being pressured with questions. Known for being silent, you kept your mouth shut. Your eyes kept on the person from the other side before Kuroo grabbed your face with both of hands to face him. To stare at him and not the guy you were about to beat into a pulp. “Keep your eyes on me Y/N. Not that idiot over there, now mind telling us what happened in private?” His voice stern, knowing how the scheming captain can be when he’s serious, you obliged. Replying with a soft huff through your nose and gaze averting away from Kuroo’s amber ones.

"𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜" | was supposed to have content for Suna too. (M!Reader)

→ Kageyama’s afterschool plans were commonly occupied due to his practices and often personal practices with him by himself in the gym or with Hinata staying late per usual. they were cut short occasionally due to you, having days where you were held back with whatever you did within the school. clubs, assignments, studies, and such.

→ he knew you studied quite often alone in the library to wait for him around a certain time, mainly when it almost gets late till the janitor or a teacher kicks them out of the gym.

→ whenever he sees you at the doorway of the gym watching him set against a wall before he flinches as the ball hits him back in the head. a snicker leaving your mouth.

→ “Sto-stop laughing! You distracted me idiot!!”

→ “Yeah yeah... I’m the idiot here. Didn’t get hit by the ball did I now, huh~?”

→ “I’ll throw this ball at you till you get out of my sight.”

→ “You won’t-”

→ “Try me, babe.”

→ seeing him pick up his bag and the ball, he began to walk over towards the door, where you stood still. before deciding to dash away towards the gates of to leave, speeding up hearing Kageyama bark n yell at you from behind with you just laughing softly hearing him.

→ “Get back here! You can’t run from me that long..!!”

→ “Yes I can!!”

→ in the end, Kage usually catches up to you, either missing the throw or hitting your head with a soft serve, always one or the other.

"𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝" | Osamu Miya x Idol/Popular M!Reader

⤷ Owner of Onigiri Miya, has a little rumor running around his company. He has been single for most of his year working. But time to time his employees and regular customers has noticed someone behind the lil’curtain that kept vision clouded from public eyes of the kitchen that was behind the counter. Only seeing the lower part of the strangers shoes of black boots and Osamu’s own pair of shoes accompanied with the uniform.

⤷ Not even his employees has caught glimpse of the stranger’s face. Only see them depart as soon one of them arrives at work in the morning. Like it was timed and was supposed to be a secret.

⤷ Being questioned by his employees with simple talk of a relationship, he only brushed it off. Not seemingly interested in anything, like his usual answers before the stranger’s appearance.

⤷ Osamu cupped your face, the gathering warmth that collected started to get overbearing, moving your face instinctively. “..’Samuuu- Don’t do that too long, your hands are usually warm and today’s too hot for thaaaaat..” You had whine wiping your face with the sleeve of your light coat feeling light sweat just being formed.

⤷ Only receiving a chuckle from him, he went off to go close down the shop for the day. Leaving you to sit at one of the tables by the glass walls, having the door wide open as a summer breeze began to pick up. Cooling you down.

#fighting tw #blood tw #at-dusk;- 🌆#journal;- 📒#folder 📁;- 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 #haikyuu x male reader #nekoma x male reader #kageyama x male reader #kageyama tobio x male reader #osamu x male reader #osamu miya x male reader

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strawberry--bride · 3 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sharon’s Route [DARK 03]

Location: Ryoutei Academy ;; Library

Sharon: ...

Subaru: ...Che.

Laito: Nfu~

Sharon: ( Uu...The atmosphere’s tense... )

( How did things turn out like this again? )

( Right. It all started before we left for school this evening... )

*FLASHBACK*

Location: Sakamaki Manor ;; Sharon’s room

Sharon: Eh? You want me to help Subaru-kun with his studies?

Reiji: Exactly. His results during our midterm exams were outright atrocious.

If he continues to perform so poorly, it will have a negative impact on our family’s reputation.

Sharon: I get that part but...In that case, wouldn’t you be a better tutor? From what I’ve heard, your grades are amongst some of the best of the entire school.

Reiji: While I appreciate the compliment, I highly disagree with your statement.

I am afraid my teaching methods are simply too advanced for those idiot brothers of mine.

Reiji: However, I am certain someone with a similar IQ such as yourself would be an ideal tutor for someone of their level.

Sharon: ( Uu...He just blatantly insulted me, didn’t he? )

Reiji: Either way, you have special permission to stay behind after classes today to spend some time in the library.

Subaru is a freshman, so I assume you should have no problem with the subject matter.

Sharon: ...

Reiji: Your answer?

Sharon: ...U-Understood.

Reiji: Very well. Now let us get going. The limousine should have already arrived.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

Location: Ryoutei Academy ;; Library

Sharon: ( I somehow managed to convince Subaru-kun to come to the library with me after school. )

( However, as soon as we got to our seats, Laito-kun showed up. )

( It’s almost as if he knew we would be here... )

Subaru: ...Oi.

Sharon: ...!!

Y-Yes?

Subaru: You were gonna teach me or somethin’, right? Let’s just get this crap over with so I can head home.

Laito: Eeh~? Ichigo-chan...I didn’t know you were into teacher and student roleplay. How unexpected~

Sharon: ...?

( R-Roleplay...? What could he be talking about? )

Sharon: Ahem. Anyway, we should probably start with your weakest subject.

Reiji-san told me you didn’t do so well on your midterms. Was there any class in particular you struggled with?

Subaru: ...!! About that...

Laito: Ah! Right! Ichigo-chan doesn’t know the story yet!

Sharon: Eh?

Laito: You see, Subaru-kun got so frustrated after he saw the questions on the examーー

Subaru: O-Oi, Laito! Shut the fuck up!!

Laito: ーー He ended up ripping up his answer sheet...~!

The school had never seen such a thing. He even got called into the principale’s office. Nfu~

Sharon: ...

Subaru: Laito, you bastard...!

Laito: Tsk, tsk, tsk, Subaru-kun. This is the library, remember? You have to speak quietly.

Sharon: Ahaha...Well, putting the past aside, let’s focus on finals for now! How about we start with something light like English?

Subaru: Che...I can’t believe I’m bein’ forced to do this bullshit.

Sharon: ...Please?

Subaru: Ahー Fine! I just gotta do it, right? Hand me the damn textbook!

Laito: Nfu~ Hang in there, Subaru-kun!

*TIMESKIP*

Sharon: ( Awesome. Subaru-kun seems to have gotten the hang of it. While he’s working on those exercises, I should get some studying of my own done. )

She opens her notebook.

*Scribble scribble*

Laito: Ah, Ichigo-chan, watch out! You’ve made a calculation mistake here.

Sharon: Oh, you’re right. Thank you, Laito-kun.

Laito: You’re welcome~

Sharon: Actually...Where are your books? Didn’t you come here to study as well?

Laito: Eeeh~? Why would I do that? School is so dull.

Take history class for example. Why bother learning about the past? I’d much rather live in the moment and enjoy each passing day as it comes.

Sharon: ( ...Then why did he even come to the library, I wonder? )

Laito: Ah! But I suppose this could be the ideal opportunity to get started on my biology project.

Sharon: Eh? There’s a biology project?

Laito: Nfu~ My own personal project...

He suddenly moves closer.

*Rustle*

Laito: ...on the female body~ You’ll help me out, won’t you? You’d be the perfect test subject for my case study...

*Rustle rustle*

Sharon: ...!!

L-Laito-kun, waiーー!

( H-His hand’s running down my back...! )

*THUD*

Subaru: Laito...

Sharon: S-Subaru-kun...?

( Uh-oh...I have a bad feeling about this. )

Laito: Nfu~ I’m sorry, Subaru-kun. I would let you join our private study session, but I think this course might still be a little too advanced for you~

Subaru: This whole damn time you’ve been gettin’ on my nerves...I’ve had enough! Come here, you bastard...!!

Subaru lunges at his brother but Laito skillfully dodges.

*Thud*

Laito: Whoops~ Guess it’s time for me to leave. See you later, Ichigo-chan! I’m sure we can continue our ‘studies’ some other time~

Subaru: Fuck...! You’re not getting away...!!

Sharon: Guys, shh...!! This is the school library! Calm down!

*THUD*

Sharon: Aah...!

*CRASH*

Sharon: Watch ouー Uu...Too late.

*SHATTER*

Sharon: T-The library...

( Rather than getting called into the principal’s office, this might just get him expelled... )

ーー DARK 03: END ーー

<- [ Dark 02 ] [ Dark 04 ] ->

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers custom route #sharon's route #(( I love the Laito/Subaru combo so much ))#(( Laito's teasing is the best ))

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fantasydaydreamers · 4 years

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Oh how I would love to see the faces of the Heros/LOV when they find out their spouse is pregnant. Especially the bakusqad

Oooh!!! Love that!!! LOV and Bakusquad coming upp~ this is kinda long~ but tbh I loved how I did Mr. Compress. And Shiggy.

Warning: Mini Scenarios

"...I'm pregnant."

Bakugou

Bright golden light woke you up from a peaceful sleep, the morning rays of sunlight lighting up the bedroom with a serene glow. A warm arm was wrapped around your waist, making you turn around to gaze at Bakugou who was still calmly sleeping. You smiled softly and remembered how you were supposed to tell him the surprise last night, but fell asleep early waiting for him to come home.

Seeing as he had today off, you enjoyed this moment of watching him sleep and having him all to yourself. Leaning in, you kiss his cheek softly before moving to his nose and up to his eyelids, feeling him shift around.

"Well good morning to me." His raspy voice sent shivers down your spine as you pulled back and watch red iris's blink blearily at you trying to focus. You smiled and settled back down as Bakugou pulled you closer and snuggled into you.

"Hey," you tranced random patterns over his chest, "I have something to tell you that I meant to tell you last night."

Bakugou pulled back but still kept his arm around your waist waiting for you to speak.

"I'm pregnant."

Bakugou blinked a few times and you almost giggled seeing his brain trying to wake up. His eyes suddenly widened and the arm on your waist shifted so his hand was placed over your stomach. He moved down and kissed your stomach, looking up at you with nothing but pure love.

"Seriously? We're going to be a family?"

You bite your lip and nod, tears welling up in your eyes. Bakugou smiles back at you and then looks down at your stomach. "Listen here you future little brat, you're going to be such a great hero...maybe one day you'll even reach my level though I'd like to see you try."

You burst out laughing and Bakugou grins as he kisses your stomach again before moving back up to kiss your lips. "I fucking love you, (Y/n). And our future brat too."

Kirishima

The moment you found out you were pregnant, you couldn't wait to tell Kiri. Despite deep in your heart you knew Kirishima would be ecstatic, nerves still itched under your skin. You slapped your cheeks and firmly reminded yourself that Kiri would be the best father ever...which is why you wanted the reveal to be fun and very manly. While you were out clothes shopping and briefly looking at the soon-to-be maternity section, you found yourself in the active men's wear. Once you turned the corner, you saw a red shirt that says, 'Beast Dad' and attached to it, a onesie that says, 'Lil Beast.' Giggling at the corniness of it all, you pick it up and check out.

Once you got home, you hurriedly put it in a gift bag waiting for Kiri. Just as you finished, the front door opened and your heart skipped a beat. "(Y/n)! I'm home!" Biting your lip, you grab the gift and hid it behind your back, coming out to greet him.

"Welcome home~" Your voice was shaky as you leaned up to kiss him hello. "I have a present for you." Kirishima's eyes sparkled and you giggled, leading him over to the couch.

"A gift?! For me?! Cutie, you shouldn't have!" Kirishima was bubbling with excitement as you pulled the bag from behind you and placed it in his hands. As he tore into the bag, your heart seemed to race faster watching his face as he unfolded the t-shirt to read it.

It clicked immediately and next thing you know, you were wrapped in a warm embrace, Kirishima shaking slightly.

"...Eijirou? Are you crying?"

Kirishima only hugged you tighter. "It's such a wonderful gift, (Y/n)." He pulled back wiping his eyes, his smile blinding you. "We're going to be a family..."

Your heart melts and you kiss him softly. "You didn't pull all the presents out." Kirishima looks back to the bag and reaches in and grabs the onesie, reading it.

"...This is the manliest and most cutest thing I've ever seen. My child might be even manlier than me!"

Kaminari

As soon as you found out you were pregnant, you were bubbling with excitement. Just the fact that you were going to be a mother and Kaminari the father, had your heart soaring. A family with Kaminari would be so fun and now that it's a reality...you couldn't wait to tell him.

You had gone out to visit Kaminari's agency because you were so excited and stopped at a baby store on the way there. You awed and cooed at everything you saw, excited to come back here to shop officially. As you were forcing your way back out the door, a pair of baby shoes caught your eye. They were a soft black material with mini lightning bolts covering it and you gasped. Not even thinking, you picked them up and went to check out, asking if the salesperson can wrap them nicely as a gift.

With your new-found excitement from your purchase, you bolted the rest of the way to Kaminari's agency, sprinting through the lobby and to the elevators, where people were dodging out of the way. Once you were in the elevator you pressed the button to his floor repeatedly, impatient to see him.

After the slowest elevator ride in the world, the doors weren't even open all the way as you ran out, panting as you reached Kaminari's door. You shove it open and immediately see that you startled him which almost made you laugh if you weren't so excited. "(Y/n)-"

"KamiKamiKamiKami!!!!!!" You ran over to him, his confusion turning into worry as he scrambled to get up.

"What's wrong?! Are you okay?" He pulled you close and brushed your hair away from you face but you pulled back and shoved the box at him.

"Open!"

Kaminari looked even more alarmed but opened the box and froze seeing the baby shoes. He glanced up at you and you nodded, not knowing how to express your happiness. "I'm pregnant!"

Kaminari hurriedly placed the box down and picked you up gently, spinning you around. "I can't believe it! I can't wait to start a family with you, (Y/n)!"

Sero

The rolling feeling in your stomach is what woke you up. You bolted from the bed and found yourself over the toilet, nauseous and heaving as your stomach calmed down. Taking deep breaths, you flush the bile down and cleaned your mouth, annoyed by the morning surprise.

"(Y/n)?" Sero was leaning against the door frame, concerned and holding a cup of coffee. Realizing he was already awake, your eyes widened and you spit the mouth wash out, rinsing your mouth out a few more times before turning to him.

"Haha...good morning." You smile sheepishly at him as Sero continues to analyze you over his coffee mug. Setting his cup down on the sink he moves forward and pulls you towards him, looking you in the eyes.

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

Your shoulder drop in shame and you look away for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "I'm pregnant."

Sero smiles softly and pulls you into a hug. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know how," you admitted, squeezing him tighter. Sero sighs and kisses your forehead before pulling back to glance at you.

"I don't know why you're so paranoid. I'm excited to start a family with you, (Y/n). I'm going to be the cool dad." Sero grins.

You laugh and pull him back into a hug as he starts asking if he can make a baby swing out of his tape in the future.

Shigaraki

"Hey Shiggy?

"...Yes, (Y/n)?"

"Wanna be a dad?"

Shigaraki sighed and looked up from the blueprint he was currently examining, meeting your innocent gaze. He narrowed his eyes briefly but felt a strange twitch in his pants at the suggestive question. "Is that a rhetorical question?"

"Do you think it is?"

Shigaraki sighed again and leaned forward on the table, trying to read into the conversation. He studied your face intently and found nothing but innocent wonder and curiosity. Humming, he thought about it and how you would be as a mother. How would he be as a dad? "Do you think I would be a good father?"

This time a question is thrown at you and you frown. "Yes. Yes, I do." You watch Shigaraki mentally debate with himself, the general question taking a toll on him. "Shiggy...I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to start a family with you. I know you love me and you've proven it countless times."

The words cut through Shigaraki's thoughts and he nods, "Yes. I love you."

You smile and lean forward to kiss him. "And I'm sure you'll love our child too."

"...What?"

"I'm pregnant."

Shigaraki stared blankly at you and you smiled brightly, the innocence back on your face. Then he growled. "You could've just told me normally."

You giggled as Shigaraki walked around to pull you into a hug. "Where's the fun in that? We're going to be great parents, Shiggy," you kiss him again, "I love you."

Kurogiri

You've taken multiple pregnancy tests just to convince yourself it was real. Because...how? Biting your lip, you placed the sixth one down on the counter and sighed. All of them showed positive and you still couldn't believe it.

A sudden knock at the door had you jumping in panic. "(Y/n)? Are you okay?" Kurogiri's voice sounded worried and it was then you've been in here for a while staring at the one test you just took. Each test was taken days apart and you kept them hidden, in case one came out negative. No such luck.

"Yeah." You finally answer, your voice wavering a bit. Sighing, you decide it's best to just tell him now rather than wait any longer. It's not that you didn't want him to be the father, you were just concerned about what he would say. "Actually...Kuro? Can you come in here?"

There was a pause and then the doorknob turned, revealing Kurogiri with his eyes closed. You snorted and reached out to grab his hand, startling him. "Keep them closed."

You positioned him in front of the counter where all six tests were laid out. "Open." Kurogiri opened his eyes and looked down, processing what was in front of him. His head suddenly turned towards you, eyes wide.

"I've taken six different tests...they all say yes." Biting your lip, you watch as Kurogiri's eyes flick back and forth between you and the tests.

"I'm going to be a dad." He confirms before wrapped you in his arms. You melt in his embrace and feel tears well up in your eyes from his response. "Shh...I'm happy too, (Y/n)."

Dabi

It was an accident. Maybe not the pregnancy itself, but the way you told him. Also, it probably wasn't the best of situations to tell him either. Dabi had come home and immediately picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, dropping you suddenly on the bed and crawling on top of you. His hungry eyes bore into yours and you could tell he wanted to get rough and downright dirty. Before he could even move a muscle you pushed on his chest a little to give yourself some space.

"No sir," you mock, "no roughness for the next 9 months." Raising an eyebrow, you watched the various stages of confusion flicker over his face before his eyes widened. Leaning up and moving off to your side, Dabi softly--in the most gentle way possible--placed his hand on your tummy.

"You're pregnant?"

"I'm pregnant."

There was a beat of silence and the softest grin settled on Dabi's face, shocking you. He buried his face into your shoulder, rubbing soft circles on your stomach. "...My child is going to know love. I'll try to be the best father I can be, (Y/n)."

The pained whispered confession tugged on your heartstrings as you leaned down and kissed his forehead. Dabi's past and what he grew up knowing wouldn't define him now. "I know you will."

Twice

Not only did you not know how to tell him, but his reaction with his split personality worried you the most. Since you've been with him for a while, the 'mean' side of him had softened slightly towards you which surprised the both of you, but you never knew how he would react to certain things.

You thought it would be best to butter him up a little the whole day, so when you could finally break the news, it wouldn't be as bad as you were expecting. All-day, you spent calculating his emotions wondering if you'll ever get the chance to tell him.

Well, whether he likes it or not, it's a reality so you're going to have to tell him sometime. Sighing you call him into the bedroom. "Bubaigawara, can you come here?"

Bubaigawara peaks his head around the door and sees you sitting in the bed looking conflicted. "What's wrong?"

You motion him to sit on the bed and he does, unusually quiet.

"I'm pregnant."

Silence.

It was shocking but also scary at the same time. Finally, Bubaigawara moves forward and bring you into a soft embrace, stroking your hair. "This won't be an easy road for us..."

"...I know." You hold him tightly and feel tears well up in your eyes.

"We can do it. I'll try my best, (Y/n)."

Mr. Compress

Being with Sako over the years has taught you many things. One of them being simple magic tricks. When you found out you were pregnant, you wanted to tell him in a unique way and what better than magic?

You sat him down one day and pull out a stack of cards, a determined look on your face. Sako eyes the deck of cards and chuckled, leaning back into his seat. "Oh? Did you learn a new card trick?"

Smiling smugly, you shuffle the cards briefly and fan them out, holding it out to Sako. "Pick a card, but don't show me what it is," you instructed. Sako reaches out and picks one out and looks it over. Ace of hearts. Once memorizing it, he glances back at you for confirmation.

"Ok, good. Now place it back in the deck." You watch him put the card back in a different place and lean back, his eyebrow raised with amusement. Humming excitedly you shuffle the cards back together and bridge them, making sure Sako sees you're not cheating.

Setting the deck firmly down on the table, you move forward and settle yourself in Sako's lap, his amused grin turning into a smirk. "Reach in my back pocket," you whisper low in his ear. A breathless chuckle caresses your ear as you feel his hand teasingly slide into your back pocket. The chuckling stops as you feel him nudge the edge of the card.

You pull back and take in his surprised expression as he pulls the card out. "Is that your card?"

Sako stares at the Ace of hearts card but only this time, the words 'I'm pregnant' were written over it. He looks to you shocked and pulls you into a hug.

"You're amazing, (Y/n). Do you know that?"

"I know."

Spinner

"How much do you love me?"

It was a stupid question, but you blurted it out anyway, watching Iguchi mess around in the kitchen. The question makes him stop as he stares at you in disbelief and moves around to stand in front of you. "What kind of stupid question is that? I love you sooooo much, (Y/n)." He leans down and kisses you briefly. "You've been acting weird lately. Any more strange questions I need to clear up since you're so worried?"

You hum, staring into his eyes and lick your lips. "Yeah...what do you think our child would look like?" This time Spinner didn't say anything and you could see he was still processing what you said. You waited patiently although the fire burning under your skin made you anxious as you debated all week how to tell him you're pregnant.

"Well," he finally starts talking, "I guess we would just have to see. I would love my child regardless of how they look."

The mature response has your eyes widening and Iguchi gently places his hand on your stomach. "Is that why you've been acting weird?"

"I didn't know how to tell you and I just kept overthinking-"

Iguchi cuts you off with a soft kiss, his hand rubbing your stomach gently. "I love you, (Y/n). Don't worry so much and one to me whenever you need me. I'll be there for you and our child, always."

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kisskeiji · 4 years

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P R O L O G U E

Lost & Found

WARNINGS: language, cheating, violence (?)

When it comes to love, we all expect a fairy tale, a happy ending where the prince and the princess stay together forever and ever. Where love remains untouched even when time passes by. In real life, that fairy tale means a future together, the need for domesticity and endless support from and for your loved one, at least, that's what she thought, and she was fine with daydreaming about a life together with the man she spent the last four years with.

Y/N was hardworking, in fact, sometimes, she was too much of a hard worker, pushing herself to the limit to fulfill all her goals. As a mass communication major, she studied hard every day and tried to keep up with everyone’s expectations, including her own. As a bartender, she worked every night at some popular bar to pay for rent, school and basic needs. Even when she came home at ungodly hours and passed out from exhaustion she was always up in time to get ready to head to class. As a daughter, she tried to make her parents proud by doing her best at school, catching up with them weekly and sharing all she could. As a sister and friend, she was doting and always available, up to anything, the type to make you laugh and stay with you at your lowest. And even with her hectic lifestyle where she barely had time for herself; she was a girlfriend.

Y/N was devoted.

She had more love inside her than she could ever handle. She loved with everything she had, and if she loved and cared for her friends and family, all her adoration and devotion was focused on her boyfriend, Iwaizumi Hajime. She loved the man dearly, he was the reason why she worked so hard, the reason why she kept going even when her own body screamed for help, and she tried so hard to make him happy and proud. So proud that he could see a future with her by his side. She wanted nothing more, even if it meant leaving a lot of opportunities behind just to be by his side.

You see, after being in a long-distance relationship for a little over a year, they both thought they could go through anything and still be there for each other. They both promised to never be apart for that long again, they couldn’t take it.

Everyone rooted for them, they saw their love bloom, grow and go through one of the roughest patches in every relationship. For everyone, including them, their love was invincible. Stronger than any bond. The type of love that lasts forever. But lately the love they both professed to each other was often overlooked, more like, all her sacrifices and efforts were not enough proof of how much she loved him.

She noticed. Of course, she did. When she started to stay more hours studying for her upcoming finals, when she took longer shifts at the bar and spent more time out rather than home. She noticed how his eyes lingered on her when she got up to get ready for school and how much he longed for her touch. She also noticed when he stopped.

‘He thinks I don’t love him’ She thought to herself. And she tried, she really did. By cooking his breakfast and lunch everyday before leaving, by leaving sticky notes where he could see them, by kissing him goodnight and texting him all through the day to check up on him. And still it was not enough.

Acts of service could never replace the value of intimacy and physical touch, and she knew that.

‘Just a little longer’ she tried to convince herself everyday when she walked home from work. ‘It will all be worth it.’

And that comes down to this very moment, when she opened the door of their shared apartment with fatigue numbing her limbs and making her feel dizzy. She left her bag right beside her shoes and walked in. Something was off, that was all she could think of when she made her way to the living room.

A moan.

Her breath hitched for a second and with fear she looked up, finding Iwaizumi kissing another girl on the kitchen counter both missing many clothing items.

The world stopped. She couldn’t think of anything else more than the scene that unraveled in front of her. Was she dreaming? Because it was not funny, it felt more like a nightmare. The numbness of her limbs travelled all the way until it reached every part of her body. Tears gathering in her eyes but never falling. She just walked backwards trying to run away but at the same time unable to stop looking at him as heartbreaking the scene was, her eyes were on him filled with hurt and disgust.

Taking a deep breath, she turned around on her heels and tried to walk away, to her disgrace, her presence was sensed by the girl who was now in Hajime´s arms. Terrified she pulled away and told him to turn around and fear invaded his body. He turned around and saw her pick up her bag and leave the apartment without a word.

“Y/N!” He called.

“Who was that?” the girl asked petrified.

“My girlfriend.” He replied looking for his phone dialing her number.

“You had a girlfriend?” She asked. She didn’t know. When he didn’t answer her question, she hopped off the counter and tried to gather her clothes to get dressed.

He pulled his pants up and throwing his shirt on he ran after her. When he got to the hallway, he saw her on the elevator, pushing the closing button repeatedly for it to close faster.

“Y/N!” He screamed. She looked at him with nothing but pain in her eyes. His heart dropped “Babe. Babe please listen to me; I can explain but please come back.” He tried to talk to her making his way as fast as possible, but the doors closed right before he could reach her.

Once she was out of his sight her shoulders dropped and released all the air she was holding in.

‘What the fuck is going on?’

Even when no one was watching the state of shock took all over her body, she just stared at her distorted reflection with blank eyes. A loud ‘ding’ followed by the doors opening brought her back to reality and she took a step out walking towards the end of the hall. Knowing he will be looking for her outside her only option was to hide somewhere else, luckily two of her friends lived a few floors above. With three knocks at the door she sighed once again and prayed for Akaashi and Bokuto to be home. A minute later, Bokuto’s tall figure opened the door and greeted her with excitement.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He asked with a smile.

“Hey, Bokuto, uhm… Can I come in?” she asked trying to hide the urge to cry with a forced smile.

“Sure.” He moved out of the way and let her in “Are you okay though?” He asked once he noticed her unusual mood, before she could answer he called for his roommate “Hey, Akaashi, Y/N is here.”

“Y/N?” Akaashi’s head peaked from the kitchen as he watched her sit on the couch.

“Hi Akaashi, sorry for bothering you guys so late.” She forced another smile at him and waited for the inevitable question.

“Something happened? Where’s Iwaizumi-san?” Akaashi walked towards her.

“Outside.” She answered trying to find a way to explain what just happened. How are you supposed to tell people you just saw your boyfriend fucking another girl on your kitchen counter?

“Outside? What is he doing outside?” This time Bokuto took a few steps closer and crouched in front of her with concern on his eyes.

“He is looking for me, but I don’t want to see him right now.” She explained without looking at the two boys who stood in front of her. Before they could ask anything else, she spoke “I came home, and he was with another girl.”

“What?” Akaashi asked startled, regretting it almost instantly.

She sighed.

“He cheated on me.” Was the only thing she could say before she trembled and started crying, instinctively Bokuto embraced her in his arms and she broke down completely.

“What did I do wrong?” She asked in a whisper.

“You did nothing wrong Y/N, you gave your everything to him, it’s not your fault, it’s on him for taking you for granted.” Bokuto tried to console her, both of them letting her cry for a while knowing she needed to let it all out.

“I’m gonna kill him.” The gray haired said once she pulled away.

“Bokuto.” Akaashi tried to stop him but he was already at the door.

“Bokuto, please don’t, he is going to know I am here, and you can get in trouble.” She said standing up.

“But he deserves it, Y/N, he made you cry and-”

“And it’s not worth it. Please don’t do anything stupid.” She said and he looked back at her unable to express his anger. It was so unfair for you to feel that way and he wanted nothing else than breaking Hajime’s nose.

“Fine. But if I see him near you, I will beat the shit out of him. We are not going to let him hurt you again.” He said as he walked back to the kitchen.

“Thanks. Can I use your bathroom for a bit?” She asked, looking at Akaashi.

“Sure, I’m making you some tea so you can calm down.” He said following Bokuto. She nodded and entered the bathroom.

She didn’t know what she was looking at. Was it the same person or her reflection was tricking her? She did not recognize herself at all. She felt stupid. For thinking their relationship would last forever, for loving so hard, for sacrificing everything for him and getting a heartbreak in return.

‘What am I supposed to do now? Do I know how to live without him?’ All those questions started to flood her mind all at once, there was no way she was coming back to him. She knew better than everyone that she was strong, but this was different, a different kind of pain, her heart felt heavy and she could barely breathe.

She joined her friends in the kitchen after a few minutes and a call to her sister, they both shared knowing glances as she entered the room, Akaashi finished brewing the tea and poured the beverage for her.

“Do you want to stay the night?” Akaashi asked as he handed the mug.

“Oh no, don’t worry, I just called my sister. I'm staying at her place tonight.” She explained taking a sip from her drink.

“Is she picking you up?” Bokuto asked.

“I’m taking a taxi; she doesn’t live that far from here.”

And so, she did, after she finished the tea Akaashi made and called a taxi. Bokuto made sure Iwaizumi was out of the way so she could leave accompanied by Akaashi who walked her to the car. She thanked him and gave him a hug before she left.

Walking back to his apartment, Akaashi saw Iwaizumi walking frantically inside the building while he talked to someone on the phone.

“Hey, Kaede, right? I don’t know if you remember me, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Akaashi’s blood boiled when he heard him but decided to avoid an unnecessary argument that could possibly upset Y/N even more.

“Do you know where she could be by any chance? Oh, wait a second.” He said when he saw Akaashi walking back to the elevator. “Hey, Akaashi!” He called.

The former setter paid no mind to him, trying his best to not turn a round and give him a piece of mind on how he is probably the last person he wants to talk to and how he doesn’t deserve to talk to Y/N ever again until Iwaizumi got a hold of his shoulder and made him turn around.

“Can I help you?” He asked with clear annoyance in his tone.

‘He knows’ Iwaizumi thought. “Where is she?” He asked.

“I think that’s none of your business right now, Iwaizumi-san. She already had enough for the night, and being honest I don’t have a reason to associate with you anymore, so please, don’t come to me or Bokuto, we are not going to help you clean your mess.” Akaashi said, blue eyes piercing deeper than his harsh words, with nothing left to say he made his way to the elevator again.

“You don’t know what you are talking about, Akaashi, please where is she? I need to know if she is okay.”

“Good night, Iwaizumi-san.” With that the elevator doors closed and Hajime found himself alone once again. Feeling the anger building up inside him he cursed himself for being such an asshole. He knew damn well she did nothing wrong, and that angered him even more, he knew he was doing the wrong thing, he couldn’t even find the reason why it all started.

But it was too late and he knew that she won’t go back to him even if he begged, she asked for one thing, the bare minimum, what you expect from a partner; loyalty. And he failed to deliver that. He was fucked and he knew it, but he still had hope that she would at least listen to him.

(a/n: hey! so uhm, this is my first time posting a hq fic and im really excited about it, i hope all of you enjoy it as much as i enjoy writing it, please excuse my grammar/vocabulary mistakes if you find any. feedback is appreciated. <3 thanks for reading once again)

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Chapter 2 - Heart of Silver

Four years before Evelyn gets herself cursed, she meets Ariel for the first time; and a second time, featuring a stinky Mare.

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It had all started in a club. It was a tiny one, close to the university, with mostly students working and partying there. For many, it was both a good way to earn a bit on the side, and to get the mind off nearing exams. The music was mostly pop, with some nichey songs in between, mixed in a way where no one could really complain.

For Evelyn, it simply was too loud. She could feel the bass in her heart. The room’s air was hot and heavy, and smelled like alcohol and sweat. People were screaming over the music, laughing, possibly also being aggressive.

Her phone buzzed in her hand.

Mareike wrote, just leave, come over to mine instead, we’re having chocolate cake and watching old horror movies.

With a sigh, Evelyn typed her answer, I promised Kyla, I should at least stay a full hour. She held onto her first beer, but people pushed from all sides, so she slipped up anyway and felt the grip on her bottle lessen. Really, in such situations one had to set priorities, so she focused on the bottle, stumbled over someone else’s foot, and saw her phone fall to the ground. Over the loud noise, she didn’t hear it hit the ground, but she flinched nonetheless.

“Very sorry!” she yelled to whoever she had run into without even looking up, eyes on the ground. As she reached out to it, she saw her hand shaking slightly. Too much noise and too many people.

Her phone buzzed on the ground, the blue light showing her just where to reach.

“Broken?” A voice asked and when Evelyn looked at her phone, it indeed had a thin line running through the display.

“Just the display, I hope. Sorry, again.”

“No problem. You should have stuck with simple mobile phones, they don’t break that easily.”

Evelyn finally looked at the person who held a flip-phone in one of their hands, an alarmingly blue cocktail in the other that was only overshadowed by the bright blue of their hair.

“That’s so 2009,” was all Evelyn could say which was not a good thing for small-talk, but she blamed it on her anxiety or the alcohol.

“You don’t look like you want to be here,” the person said, tilting their head in a way that made the colourful lights reflect in their glasses for a moment.

“I really, really don’t want to be here.”

“Then why are you?”

“My… my friends are somewhere-” she pointed in the general direction of the dance floor where it was impossible to single out any familiar faces in the mass of dancing people.

“Ah,” was all the other said. For some reason, Evelyn was certain she was understood despite her stammering.

“I’m Evelyn,” she mumbled, ignoring the buzzing in her hand again. She wasn’t sure if she would meet the other again, if in any way exchanging names would matter. But she felt compelled to.

“Ariel. I use they/them pronouns, if you were wondering.”

Evelyn replied with a smile. She had been wondering.

“That’s a nice name.”

“Thanks, I chose it myself.” Ariel grinned and drank a bit of their cocktail.

And -- really, this could only be blamed on Evelyn’s anxious state paired with the alcohol -- she blurted out, “Ariel as in the Little Mermaid?”

Ariel nearly choked on their drink and shook their head. “Curses, no!” Even if they looked a bit amused and somewhat quieter, though enough to be heard, they added, “Ariel as in the Sylph in The Tempest by Shakespeare.”

Evelyn smiled and put the phone in her jeans pocket, held onto the bottle in her hand instead.

“Why are you here?” she then asked, even if it was probably a dumb question. Most people did come to party after all, but Ariel seemed to have come on their own and at least that was a bit unusual.

“I am glad you asked. I heard there’s a Mare living in the air vent in the restrooms. I came to kick it out.”

“By yourself?” Evelyn nearly dropped her beer again.

“Well, I hoped I would run into someone who is better with those creature thingies than me, but if this turns out to be fruitless, I am willing to drag the Mare out with my own hands.”

“Don’t do that! A Mare is much stronger than you and would cling to you instead! You would not even notice, just feel the pressure on your chest and suffer tremendously from bad dreams every night- that’s- that’s really not how you’re supposed to handle Mares!” Evelyn had spoked too fast, stumbled over her own tongue in haste to keep Ariel from making a mistake, and only now that she saw their -- victorious? -- grin, did she notice what she said. It felt as if she had walked straight into a trap.

“Sounds a bit like you know your fair share.” The way Ariel said it, they did not sound in the least surprised.

“You knew.”

“What are you in for again?”

“Psychology.” Evelyn took a step back, clutching her beer tighter.

Ariel followed her, narrowing their eyes. “Liar.”

“I studied Mythology and Mystical Practices before, but I didn’t graduate, so it doesn’t mean anything.”

“You still have the knowledge, though.” Ariel looked smug, sipping on their cocktail and Evelyn knew that they wouldn’t relent. But it really was not in her place to help.

“If there is a Mare in the vent, you should notify the building’s janitor, so that they can then call a company that specialises in this. The insurance might not cover the victims’ therapy if the whole situation isn’t handled following the book, so. Please, really, don’t mess with it. Sometimes it’s better to just leave these things alone.”

Nausea spread in her stomach. It was time to go. She really had indulged her friends for long enough, wherever they might be amusing themselves. Her heart beat in an unsteady rhythm, calling for sleep or distractions. She turned around, looking at the green exit sign, but Ariel kept talking.

“I already did notify the janitor, but he didn’t take me seriously. So I then contacted the owner, but he would not even talk to me. That’s why I decided to take the matter into my own hands and you will help me.”

“I absolutely will not.” The thought alone made her skin itchy, made the air in the club even harder to breathe. She looked down at her phone, several messages demanding to be read. She quickly unlocked it and opened the group chat.

I’ll head home, hope you still have some fun! Had a nice evening ^^

To Mareike’s messages of, r u home yet? just send an emoji that ur fine, she replied with a sparkles emoji.

“I’ll go,” she said, looking up to Ariel, but they were already gone. A hint of guilt crept into her bones – maybe she had been too harsh? But her heart beat so fast it made her cheeks feel hot, so she really needed fresh air. She put down her beer on a nearby table and fought her way through the sweaty bodies until she saw the night sky above her. The summer heat was not much better.

The second time she met Ariel was roughly two weeks after their first encounter, on campus during lunch time. Ariel was sitting – lounging – on a bench under some birches. The small leaves were barely enough to provide shelter from the staggering sun. Evelyn really just noticed them because their iced coffee fell right out of their hand, rolling all the way down to her feet.

“You lost something,” Evelyn said and held out the cup to them. She felt more than uncomfortable the longer she stood there, but she had started it now, maybe feeling still a bit guilty for the last time. The lid had kept most of the coffee inside but some of the cold and slightly sticky beverage still dripped down her fingers. Ariel pushed up their heart-shaped sunglasses, their own glasses underneath, and looked at the cup quizzically. Since they had last met, Ariel had gotten deep shadows under their red-rimmed eyes.

“You look awful,” Evelyn said, forgetting about the existence of her verbal filter.

“Thanks, it’s the exams.”

“What do you-”

“Doing my Masters in Curses.”

“That’s a thing?”

Ariel froze a bit and then mumbled, “I am sort of making it a thing?”

They finally took the iced coffee out of Evelyn’s hand, took off the lid, chugged it all at once and threw it into the bin next to the bench.

“Sounds very cool. And useful,” Evelyn mumbled and nearly missed how Ariel’s eyes shut again, only for them to flinch back awake. “You seem incredibly tired, though.”

“It’s the stress, don’t worry. It’s giving me bad dreams, is all.”

They looked each other in the eyes, communicating silently that they both knew that the other knew. It was Evelyn who finally broke it.

“You can’t be serious. You really went into that vent to get the Mare alone? You can’t just do that.”

Ariel just shrugged and let the sunglasses drop down again. “Well, actually I could. It wasn’t even hard. I just climbed from the toilet seat to the air vent – which is much smaller than it looks in movies, by the way – and crawled through it following the snoring sounds. Then I saw the Mare – which was the ugliest thing I laid sight upon so far, by the way – and hunted it through the maze. Just that I kinda lost it after ten seconds or so. I swear I could still hear it, but it was just too dark and I didn’t really think to bring a flash-light. Damn, it really scared the shit out of me, because I kept turning around? But there was nothing.”

“That’s because the Mare climbed onto your back and stuck to you then. I told you that would happen, but you didn’t listen. So of course you are tired now, you’re haunted by it.”

“Ah, right. You did say that.” Ariel rested their head on their hand and pouted. “That’s the bad dreams then.”

“Yeah. Mares eat good dreams, so you only have the bad ones, and more of them to fill the blanks.” Evelyn sat down next to them, a little helpless.

“I never have good dreams, though. Just weird ones. The kind where a giant slug comes and eats my master thesis and I give it strawberries as a thank. I miss the slug, I used to call it Bob.”

Evelyn raised an eyebrow at them, uncertain if they were being serious, joking, or if it was the lack of sleep.

“Well, maybe you will get lucky and the Mare will lose its sanity and leave you alone soon.”

“That can happen?”

“No.”

Ariel groaned and stretched, only to slump down again. “What do I do now?”

“Hire a company to get rid of it. Just know that no insurance company is gonna cover it, because you dragged the Mare into your bedroom yourself. You basically asked it to come inside.”

Ariel pulled a face and sighed heavily. “I can’t afford that. Can’t you come?”

“If you study curses, haven’t you covered mythological practices in your bachelor's too?”

“Not really. Just in theory. In more practical terms, I already only focused on curses back then. I want to be a curse-broker, so I never bothered with anything beyond ghosts. You seem to be able to, though. You never once mentioned that you wouldn’t be able to help me, just that you didn’t want to.”

Evelyn didn’t answer. They were right, of course. She had learnt everything she needed to know long before she had entered uni for the first time, growing up as the daughter of the owners of a company specializing on mythological creatures. Studying that at uni was supposed to only give her the licence to work in the field, she hadn’t gained new knowledge at any point.

“Have you ever considered that I might really suck at dealing with creatures? I might make the situation worse for you,” she then mumbled, staring at the blue sky behind the birch leaves. She said it barely loud enough to be understood.

“Do you?” Ariel worked through their bag and pulled out two lollies, offering one to Evelyn.

“No,” she replied truthfully. “I am really bad with curses, though.” She unwrapped the lolly and put it into her mouth. “Curses are more my sister’s expertise.”

Something in her voice must have betrayed her feelings. The hurt, the anger, the resentment. It was all she had to say to be understood. Ariel stayed silent for a long time as they sat on that bench, letting the lollies turn their tongues green. When lunch break was over, students walked over the campus to different buildings, but they stayed seated.

“She’s not dead, tho, is she? Wait! Did a Mare kill her?” Ariel then suddenly asked, their voice a bit shrill that it made Evelyn giggle.

“Nah, don’t worry. Mares aren’t high class enough to kill you. Maybe the after effect of the insomnia would in due time, but I don’t know many cases in which it went that far,” Evelyn explained and bit on the lolly stick after the sugar had dissolved inside her mouth. “My sister’s fine. She went abroad.” Evelyn then frowned as the trees’ shadows moved with the sun, the bright light blinding her now. They had sat there for a while. “To the USA. I haven’t seen her in a while, it’s been one and a half years.”

“You were close?” Ariel asked softly. Evelyn heard how they were more serious now.

“Yeah. I mean. I am pretty sure that I am always closer to people than they are to me. But we got along well. We were a good team. She got this really good research opportunity in Philadelphia though. It’s good she went.”

“But you still miss her.” Ariel handed her a new lolly with a grin and she accepted.

“Yeah, I do. Of course, I do.”

“Hm.” Ariel unwrapped their second lolly as well, eyes still droopy from their accidental nap. “Is she the reason you don’t go in the field anymore?”

“More or less,” Evelyn started, and the fear of oversharing hit her. But Ariel had asked, in some way at least. “After she left, I tried to make up for the gap she left behind. It did not work out well. I messed up this one job and no one got hurt, but it just reminded me that I was kinda raised into it all and it felt wrong so I left.”

“Huh. So you dumped your whole study subject?”

“Yeah. I worked without a license. My parents covered it all up, which just felt even more wrong. I should have had to face the consequences, or at least my parents. I should have gotten banned from field work anyway, so leaving was the only choice to make.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Sometimes. A bit.”

“I have just the thing. Back at home there’s a Mare that I can’t afford to kick out professionally. It’s kinda stealing my sleep.”

Without Evelyn noticing, they had come closer, a slightly mischievous grin on their lips. There really was no way to say no to them now. At some point she must have said something close to a yes, because Ariel was dragging her down the stairs towards the town and their apartment where the Mare occupied their bed. Evelyn wondered every now and then if all that conversation had been some detailed plan to lead her into that trap until she followed Ariel home to help them with the creature. But then again, she somehow had also followed Ariel into that new, quite weird friendship between them, so she did not actually mind that much.

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