#forgive any mistakes but please do tell me if something sounds weird so I can fix it XD

[blackstarmylove]

But We Aren't Dating (HC)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Team C, W x fem!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Team C and W wake up the morning after a tiring argument with their s/o MC. They act off throughout the day, but eventually decide to confront her and maybe apologize to her so their relationship doesn’t get rocky over what should be nothing more than a one-off lovers quarrel. “I’m sorry”, “I love you”, “our relationship is more important” blah blah… However, it seems the man has forgotten they’re not actually dating MC, their CRUSH, and that it was all just a dream they had. MC is confused. The original prompt i took this from was a dream about cheating, so you can use that too if comfortable. But i said argument in case it’s still uncomfortable. Thank you

A/N: Using cheating in this context is fine since it's a dream. I will use the original prompt!

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With each step Kokuyou took towards you, his courage lowered. He needed to tell you the truth, but the what-if questions in his mind nagged at him.

"(Y/n). Why are you ignoring me?"

Did you somehow find out about what he did? Were you waiting for him to confess his mistake? He waited for your reply, but his patience ran out.

"Look, I know I messed up. I don't know how it happened. It was a mistake...a huge mistake."

You wondered what he was talking about but curious to find out, you stayed silent.

"I only like you! I don't like anyone and will never will," he loudly stated. "I didn't mean to cheat on you. I swear. Don't...break up with me...please."

The way he said please in a broken voice stabbed at your heart. A chuckle escaped your lips, "I didn't know you liked me and that you dream about me."

It suddenly dawned on Kokuyou that the incident was nothing more than a dream; moreover, he confessed to you.

"Cat got your tongue?" You giggled and wrapped your arms around his waist, "I like you too."

Kokuyou's muscles tensed up even more. He was speechless - absolutely speechless.

How could he do something like this to you? You showed him much love and care, and here he was, cheating on you. How did this happen?

On top of that, he ignored you and made every excuse to escape you. He can't keep going like this.

Akira grabbed your hand, startling you, and dragged you to the rooftop for privacy. Taking a few deep breaths, he faced you and forced a smile, "There's something I gotta tell you. Please don't be mad at me."

You raised an eyebrow as a marathon of thoughts raced through your mind.

"I c-che...I...I cheated on you! But I am sorry, baby. I didn't mean to. I don't even know how it happened!"

You awkwardly shifted your weight from one leg to another and looked around the rooftop. How exactly were you supposed to break the news to him?

"Akira...we aren't dating...."

"Whaa?" He ran his fingers through his hair and gathered his scattered mind. "Oh...um...I..."

Did he just accidentally, in a weird way, confess to you?

"Sorry...I think I had a dream? Um...forget it."

"Hold on a second," you playfully smiled. "Is there something you want to tell me, Akira?"

His hands shook as he poured a cup of tea for you, making you worry more about him. What had happened to turn the deathly calm and composed man into a shaking mess?

"Sin, is something the matter? Are you not feeling well?"

He should have known you would pick up on it; it looked like he couldn't hide it any longer from you.

Sin got down on one knee beside your chair and took your hands in his. "I apologize... from the bottom of my heart. I am truly sorry, (y/n). I had no intention of hurting you, and love you dearly," Sin sighed. "(Y/n), I cheated on you. I should not ask after committing such a crime, but would you consider forgiving me?"

You stayed silent for a moment, processing his confession. With a heavy blush on your cheeks, you leaned your face closer to his and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Sounds like you had a dream. Sin, we are not dating," you smiled, "...yet."

He stared at you, stunned, but seemed relieved. Meeting your eyes, he smiled, "Yet? Then would you like to go on a date with me?"

Takami sat beside you and moved his eyes to the sky. He wasn't sure how to start, but to show you his true feelings, he decided to show you a side of him that no one had seen yet.

"Since the first day I saw you, I was drawn to you," he smiled.

You snapped your head in his direction and stared with your jaw dropped. Where did this come from?

"The more I saw you, the more I liked you. You are beautiful...inside and out," he spoke softly. "When I see you talking to the other cast members, I have the urge to pull you into a kiss to let them know you are taken. That would upset you, though, correct?"

"Takami...where is-"

"If it's alright, would you please let me finish? I barely gathered the courage to say these words to you...so please." He still couldn't meet your eyes.

"(Y/n), last night...I cheated on you. To be honest, I don't recall how it happened," he let you a self-depriving chuckle. "I realize it's selfish of me to ask, but would you give me another chance?"

You rested your hand on your chest. Did he like you so much that he apologized for his mistake in his dream?

"No, Takami. I won't give you another chance. But I will give you a first chance..."

You met his confused gaze and giggled, "We aren't dating Takami. Sounds like you had a dream...hopefully, it was only a dream."

Takami covered his mouth with his right hand and chuckled. "Ah, so it seems like I was dreaming. How embarrassing, but I would love to take that first chance."

Taiga was avoiding you like the plague. You couldn't remember what you did to make him flee when he saw you.

You attempted to catch him alone throughout the day and finally reached the evening. "Taiga!"

He tried to run away, but you pinned him against the wall, glaring at him. "Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong? Do I smell bad? Is there something on my face?"

"N-No," he mumbled. "Look! I messed up badly without meaning to! I don't know how the hell it happened. I will do anything to make it up to you! Even stop playing...video games..."

"You will stop playing video games? Taiga, what are you talking about?"

"I cheated on you! There, I said it." He couldn't bring himself to look at your expressions.

You stared blankly at him and had no idea what he was talking about, but you decided to go along. "T-Taiga...how could you! How could you do this to me?"

When he saw tears in your eyes, Taiga panicked and threw his arms around you. "I am sorry. I am very sorry. I love you...I swear."

"Is that so?" You giggled and pecked his cheek. "You have no idea how long I have waited to hear you say that. I love you too."

"Wha..." Taiga stared at your back in confusion as you walked away. "What just happened?"

Throughout the day, Mokuren kept sharing their food with you, and you had no idea why. It was not like them to give their food to anyone, so why were they being so nice to you?

"Mokuren...is something wrong?"

They briefly glanced at you but quickly averted their gaze, "I am sorry..."

That was all they said before heading to the rehearsal room. Feeling that something was off, you followed them and spied on them through the small opening in the door. They were completely offbeat and unfocused. This was not the Mokuren you knew.

"Mokuren," you opened the door and walked in. "What's going on?"

"I cheated on you," their response was blunt. "I don't know how to face you...or what I should do."

Though you had no clue what they were talking about, you asked, "When?"

"Last night."

"So...in your dream?" You giggled.

Mokuren turned to look at you but didn't say a word. Were you saying they dreamed about this? Their cheeks turned crimson as they turned their back to you.

"At least now I know you will think twice about cheating on me," you teased, "when we start dating."

You were sorting through the papers in Unei's office, and the next thing you knew, Qu pulled you into a tight embrace.

"Qu...?"

"I am s-sorry," he sniffed.

"Are you crying? Qu, what's wrong?"

"Will you please forgive me?" His voice was hoarse, as if he had been crying for a while.

"Forgive you for what? What happened?"

"I c-cheated on you last night..."

Slowly pulling out of his hug, you cupped his cheeks and met his eyes. You wiped his tears away and forced a smile, "How can you cheat on me when we aren't dating?"

Qu moved his eyes around, trying to piece everything together. There was a question you wanted to ask, but at the same time, you were afraid of what he would say.

"Qu...did you g-get...intimate with someone last night?"

"No," he exclaimed, "I was dreaming..."

"I'm glad," you smiled, relieved.

"(Y/n). I only have eyes for you," he whispered, pecking your nose.

For a few minutes, you watched Kasumi sweeping the same spot. What was he thinking about so hard? You cautiously approached him, not wanting to startle him.

"Kasumi. Are you okay?"

"H-Huh? O-Oh...yeah. Sorry."

"Are you sure?" You asked, worried.

Kasumi forced a smile, "I am a bad person and don't deserve someone like you."

"You...what?"

"The least I can do is be honest with you," he chuckled dryly. "I told myself many times that I would protect you - protect your smile, yet last night, I...cheated on you."

"Oh...um...so you..." you couldn't even bring yourself to ask if he got close to another woman. "I see. I should stay away from you then...your girlfriend might get mad at me."

Kasumi tilted his head, "My girlfriend. That's you..."

"Me?" You gasped.

The two of you stared at each other in utter confusion until Kasumi nervously laughed, "Ah...I think I was dreaming..."

"Oh," you awkwardly chuckled. "Then I will get going. Wait, does this mean you like me?"

"I have for the longest time!" He grinned.

What situation did he get himself into? He knew he shouldn't have drunk so much, but how was he supposed to know it would lead to such a mistake?

"Ara ara, my little bird. What are..." Zakuro became silent for a few seconds. "You know what...I can't do this. Who knew the burden of guilt would consume me entirely."

"Guilt? What did you do?"

" I cheated on the woman who I love," he laughed. "I cheated on you. But you know what? I am willing to do anything for you. Ask me to leave Starless, and I shall. Ask me to hit my head against the wall, and your wish will be my command. Slap me if you wish, but please...don't hate me. I wouldn't be able to live if you did."

Was he acting? Was this part of some play he was rehearsing? If so, why did his emotions feel so real?

"First, no, Zakuro, I don't want you to hurt yourself, nor will I hurt you. Second, I have no idea what you are talking about. Lastly, you can't cheat on me if we are not in a relationship."

"Ar...a?" His left eyebrow twitched as his eyes widened. "We aren't dating? Oh, we aren't dating...seems as though I confessed my feeling to you."

"Seems like it," you chuckled. "So...who exactly did you cheat on me with?"

"Why do you ask?"

"So that I can punch her and tell her to stay away from you," you giggled.

This was not him. He was raised with manners and proper education and taught to respect women. Then how did he end up cheating on you? Moreover, how was he going to tell you?

"Earth to Hari!"

He snapped out of his thoughts to see you waving your hands before his face. "What are you thinking about? Did Mokuren kick you again?"

"Far worse..."

"Don't tell me they tore into you like you were a piece of meat," you teased.

"No," he sighed. "(Y/n), what if I cheated on you. What would you do?"

"Um...that came out of nowhere. Well, I would not forgive any man who would cheat on me. Why do you ask?"

"Any man? Are you dating someone else too?" He gasped.

"Huh? Hari...I am not dating anyone. Period."

"What...then," Hari mumbled and thought for a second. "Last night...did she and I...oh..." It was a dream and nothing more. How silly of him to think he cheated on a woman who he isn't even dating. "Then, I shall get going."

"Wait, Hari...who is she? Who are you talking about?" You asked as he walked away. "Did you sleep with someone?"

"No, but I wouldn't mind if it were you. Anyway, see you later!" He teased before running away.

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[ryuttaeng]

pt2 of the story where ryujin lies to reader to sleep with her please

pairing: ryujin x 6th member!reader

summary: after your quick and short talk, ryujin left your room, with weird feeling in her chest. was it caused by you degrading her? ryujin couldn’t tell exactly. but she definitely knew that she wanted something more instead of that one-night stand and your relationship right now. has she caught feelings for you? two months passed from your last proper talk, and ryujin decided to talk with you privately.

warning: angst, confessions, mentioning of one-night stand, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genre: angst

a/n: well i actually slept for like idk 2,5 hours today so sorry for any grammar mistakes

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Ryujin knew she’s strong to not let some offensive words make her breakdown, but as she found out, your words proved otherwise. Why did your words hurt her so badly? Your words settled in her mind heart so deep, that she couldn’t think about anything else but you.

Still, she knew she deserved such treatment from you, but have you really said last words sincerely? That’s what was in her mind since that day you said that.

When you said these things you looked very differently from how Ryujin remembered you. Your bright smile now all gone, unreadable expression took over. Would you believe her if she said she have feelings for you?

Ryujin couldn’t believe it herself at first, after all, she just used to satisfy her own desires, why would she feel the same way that you used to feel? Are you still in love with her? Would you forgive her?

And even if you would forgive her, would you be friends with her, like you used to be? And even if she wanted to be something more with you, she just wished you could forgive her.

Slowly approaching your room, her stress level only goes up and up. Without knocking, Ryujin opened the room door, stepping inside. You jumped a little, turning around to see who it was. Seeing a familiar face that still was in your dreams your expression on your face immediately turned unreadable again.

Ryujin froze up, already wanting to leave your room, as you spoke. “What is it? It’s visible that you wanna say something, say it.” you sighed, looking at her. Seeing you not in a furious mood, surprised her, as she tried to calm down. Finally, able to talk, she said. “Well, I know you hate me, and will probably laugh at me, but- And I know it sounds weird for you… Not for you only, I actually just recently realised and was kinda-“ she chattered out, looking away from you.

Surprised and barely able to hear a thing, you stopped her. “Wait! Hold up, you chattering makes it impossible to understand what you're saying. Can you repeat that again, please?” you said, looking at her. Ryujin finally looked back at you, nodding.

“I know it’s sounds weird, but I actually do have feelings for you…” she said, almost whispering. You could feel your heart racing, but your face expressions remained the same. “If you came here to joke around then…” you sighed, almost turning around, back to your doings, when Ryujin grabbed your shoulder.

“No, I’m serious! What can I do to make you believe me?” she almost begged you, looking directly into your eyes. She looked desperate for your answer, when you tried to look away. “Just… Can you give me some time?” you finally answered, not giving her any false hopes. Ryujin processed your answer, nodding slowly.

She was happy with your answer, small smile appeared on her lips. You had to hold back your urge to smile back, turning away from her. Ryujin muttered out several ‘thanks’ as she walked. out of your room, closing the door.

#itzy #itzy ryujin #itzy imagines #itzy oneshot #ryujin x female!reader #ryujin x you #ryujin x reader #ryujin angst #kpop angst #kpop oneshots #kpop imagines

[hajimyans]

Scout! Fairytales in a Dream Translation: Chapter 3

Translated by: @myamura

Fun disclaimers: No proofreading was done. Not a professional translation. There may be mistakes and slight(!) mistranslations as this is my first time translating a full story. I haven't read many stories from Ensemble Stars, so I'm not familiar with the unique ways that some of the characters speak. Please read for fun! Please let me know if there are any major mistakes.

Season: Summer

Location: Garden

Hajime: Narukami-senpai, thank you for attending Ritsu-oniichan and I’s tea party ♪

I prepared a flower tea that has beautifying properties for you, senpai, so if you’re okay with it, please give it a try.

Arashi: That sounds good~ If it’s brewed by Hajime-chan, it’s definitely going to be delicious ♪

But you don’t have to thank me so politely. I had fun choosing accessories with you, Hajime-chan.

Come to think of it, I smelled a sweet scent when I entered the garden just now. It doesn’t seem to be the smell of tea?

Ritsu: Tada~ That’s the smell of the apple pie made by Chef Sakuma Ritsu~ ♪

Arashi: Ara, this apple pie is a bit—

Ritsu: A bit…?

Arashi: Ufufu, there’s no reason for Ritsu-chan to be so nervous. It’s not like I think the shape is weird.

Rather, it’s a bit suspicious because it looks too normal… Did you really make this apple pie, Ritsu-chan?

Ritsu: Hmph, you’re too much~ I specifically made this into a common shape that can be seen in dessert shops to thank Nacchan for helping my cute brother.

Hajime: Ehehe, I can confirm what Ritsu-oniichan just said. Oniichan worked really hard on this to treat Narukami-senpai!

Ritsu: Perhaps Nacchan prefers my original desserts? That’s fine, I don’t mind remaking it. Fufufufu ♪

Arashi: Ah, oh my, I never said I hated this though!

Anyways, thank you Ritsu-chan. I’ll eat this well…♪

Ritsu: (stares intensely)

Hajime: (also stares intensely)

Arashi:(chews) Mm, when you bite the flaky crust, the sweet yet tart apple filling melts in your mouth, it’s really good ♪

But if you both stare at me so intensely, it becomes a little awkward to eat, y’know?

Ritsu: Hehe, Nacchan truly has no sense of fear. It’s too late now.

Just one bite will spread the poison all throughout your body…♪

Arashi: Wh-What… Did I just get poisoned?! Am I going to die soon?!

Hajime:Narukami-senpai, please be calm for now! To be honest, we mixed in a herbal recipe 「The Magical Medicine That Causes You to Reveal Your Inner Feelings」 that we received from Sakasaki-senpai into the apple pie…

That’s why Narukami-senpai will be unable to answer with anything but the truth when asked a question.

But the medicine is completely harmless to the human body, so don’t worry!

Ritsu: Hey hey, how could you tell her everything already, Haakun? I wanted to tease her some more.

Hajime: Uuuu, but I felt so bad fooling Narukami-senpai…

Arashi: Hold on. My brain is completely lost right now. Why are you guys doing this to me…?

Ritsu:Nacchan seems to be worrying about something these days and I wanted to know what it was. I was afraid you would smile and keep it to yourself like you usually do.

It might’ve been an extreme method, but I think it was pretty creative ♪

Time: A few days ago...

Location: Staff Canteen

Ritsu: Huu… Ecchan had suggested that the Tea Club meet for meals every now and then but in the end, he suddenly had to go eat with some high-ranking people.

Hajime: Ufufu, There’s a lot to consider with Eichi’s position so it must have been a meal he couldn’t slip out of.

Ritsu: Hmph. I’ll forgive him for now since I got a message from him that says he would bring premium snacks and tea leaves next time as an apology…

Hm? Isn’t that Anzu over there holding a tray and looking around everywhere?

Hey~ Anzu, come here~ Our table has an empty spot~

Hajime: Ehehe, it feels like it’s been forever since I ate with Anzu-san. I’m excited ♪

Ritsu: It must have been the will of heaven for Ecchan to have left his seat empty today… Haha, it’s nothing. You don’t need to worry about it.

Hajime:Did I choose nice accessories? Of course I did. Narukami-senpai has such a good eye. She always picks the cutest accessories that would match me perfectly ♪

I might be mistaken but when I was shopping with senpai, she seemed to be forcing herself to pay attention and would sometimes get lost in thought.

Did you think the same too, Anzu-san? Mmm, I see, you felt it from the way she was speaking when you called Narukami-senpai to ask for help.

Ritsu: But Anzu, you’re worried that you added to Nacchan’s burdens with your request?

I think Nacchan knows how much work she can shoulder at one time. She wouldn’t accept it just to help take care of your situation.

Hajime: Mmm… I want to understand Narukami-senpai’s inner feelings as well but it doesn’t seem like it’d be easy.

It would be nice if there was a way to get senpai to speak first, like a potion that would cause someone to speak their thoughts nonstop if they were to drink it…?

Ahaha, sorry. I sound unusual right? Maybe it’s because I’ve been practicing and reading fairy tales so much, but I feel like my thought process is becoming like that of a child’s.

Ritsu: … No, Haakun, I think you have a point. There really could be something like that.

Hajime: Eh? R-Really?

Ritsu: If it doesn’t exist, we’ll have to make it exist…♪

Time: Present

Location: Garden

Arashi: …I see, so that’s how it went. You guys got me. That means I must have looked like I was in really bad condition, especially if it was enough for people to be concerned about.

Alright. I was going to just think about it by myself, but maybe I’ll get a better answer if I ask you both for your opinions.

Maybe it’s because I joined Dramatica, but a while back, at a theater run by an office of NEWDI, I was offered to appear in the musical Snow White.

Hajime: Huh, another Snow White…?

Arashi: But the role I’m going to play is the most evil and vicious role in the fairy tale— the 「Queen」.

I thought perhaps the office distributed the roles to people that are close to those personalities…

To properly portray the original 「Queen」, I think I would have to show a strong heart that isn’t afraid to push others to the side and suppress them in order to reveal my own beauty.

But this is the complete opposite of the beauty that I pursue. Since everyone has their own beauty, I don’t get jealous just because there is someone more beautiful than me.

Even as I constantly polish my own beauty, I will give encouragement and help to others around me that want to be pretty.

What I want as a queen is a utopia where everyone can live peacefully and happily with a smile on their face.

Ritsu: I remember Nacchan said something similar during Knights’ 「Requiem」, right?

Arashi: You’re right. Those were my true, honest thoughts and they haven’t changed since then.

That’s why I probably can’t relate to the character 「Queen」 and it’ll be hard for me to act in a way that suits it.

But if I reject this role, I worry that it’ll be harder to take on the roles of an actress in the future. That’s why I haven’t been able to make a decision.

Ufufu, 「The Magical Medicine That Causes You to Reveal Your Inner Feelings」 is so interesting. I feel better now that I’ve revealed my inner feelings.

Ritsu: ……

[robininthelabyrinth]

I'm absolutely delighted your prompts are open! Your writing is amazing and always makes me smile, it's the best way to start the day along with a cup of coffee!

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are given another chance at raising a child after a family is killed leaving only a young child behind. Lan Sizhui is delighted to have a baby sibling. Though everyone is more or less nervous about it (mostly be Wei Ying is a gremlin) but also there isn't any other options.

ao3

“It’ll be fine,” Jiang Cheng said, rolling his eyes. “Hanguang-jun raised Lan Sizhui, didn’t he? And he turned out fine.”

“I did,” Lan Sizhui said agreeably, then frowned. “I think I did, anyway.”

“Not to be a spoilsport, but, realistically speaking, how much raising did Hanguang-jun actually do with you?” Jin Ling asked, and held up his hands when Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi both glared at him. “I don’t mean any offense or anything! I’m serious. We know he was in seclusion those first few years, right? Who raised you then?”

Lan Sizhui thought about it. “Back in the beginning? Well…that was mostly Teacher Lan, I guess.”

“Teacher Lan’s the best,” Lan Jingyi said loyally, then added, “Well, other than that fondness he has for surprise quizzes. But that’s not applicable to parenting, is it?”

Lan Sizhui made a face that suggested that maybe it was, in some weird way, shape, or form.

“Teacher Lan, really?” Jiang Cheng asked, clearly getting drawn in despite his best intentions – as was often the case. There was a reason their little group swung by the Lotus Pier nearly as often as they did the Cloud Recesses and Jinlin Tower, despite Jin Ling not living there part of the year any longer. “Wasn’t he mostly in recovery for those injuries he got during the war? I would’ve figured Zewu-jun would’ve been more involved, wouldn’t he?”

“He was around sometimes, but no, it was mostly Teacher Lan,” Lan Sizhui said. “Zewu-jun was often busy – he was rebuilding the Lan sect –”

“I was rebuilding the Jiang sect! So what? I still raised Jin Ling, and he wasn’t even supposed to be here – I had to fight the Jin sect for months just to get the opportunity – ”

“Yes, jiujiu, we know!” Jin Ling said hastily. “You don’t have to tell that story again! You didn’t have to tell everyone that story in the first place!”

Jiang Cheng huffed. He was probably going to tell the story again whether they liked it or not.

“I think I see what you’re saying, Jin Ling,” Ouyang Zizhen put in, always a good fellow for throwing himself on a conversational sacrificial sword. “If Lan Sizhui was already a few years old when he was adopted, and then Teacher Lan raised him for the next three years, then he would’ve been old enough to be entered into the Cloud Recesses’ official junior classes by the time Hanguang-jun took charge of his education, right?”

“Yes, that’s what I meant, that’s it exactly!”

“What does it matter?” Lan Sizhui asked.

“Yeah! Hanguang-jun still raised him the rest of the way,” Lan Jingyi put in, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring. “Gave him lessons and tips and all that!”

“Isn’t that something he does as a sect senior anyway?”

“Well, yes, but it’s different for Sizhui, okay?”

“I’m not saying that there’s anything wrong with that. After all, the person who teaches the most is the same as the parent, and being the person raising them is what matters no matter when they’re adopted,” Jin Ling said, with an eye on Jiang Cheng, who looked begrudgingly pleased. He looked begrudging all the time, though, so it was probably just pleased. “But my point is – once you were part of the lessons, even if he was raising you the rest of the time, you still already mostly had your personality down by then, right? We’ve never seen what someone raised entirely by Hanguang-jun from birth would be like.”

They all stopped to consider that.

“More than that,” Jin Ling continued. “This kid’ll be raised not just by Hanguang-jun, but by Hanguang-jun as he is now – after he and Senior Wei got together. You know?”

They did know.

“And of course, that’s all putting aside that the kid will be raised by Senior Wei himself, too…”

“Maybe we should start investing in defense talismans,” Jiang Cheng mused. “Because everything is going to explode. Everything.”

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“Everything will not explode,” Lan Wangji said calmly.

“Are you sure?” Wei Wuxian asked. “Because I’m not sure, and I’m more likely to be involved in these hypothetical explosions than you are.”

“Mm. I’m certain.”

“But…”

“Wei Ying will be an excellent father,” Lan Wangji said, and his voice left no room for doubt.

“It’s easy for you to say,” Wei Wuxian whined, though he was smiling now. “You already have the experience of it! They say that it’s easier the second time, when you know what to expect…”

“Do not tell lies,” Lan Qiren said mildly. He was looking over some of Wei Wuxian’s notes – he’d insisted on any new inventions passing through a sanctioned approval process before they were put into practice and had volunteered himself to review them, a matter that had caused Wei Wuxian no end of stress until he realized that Lan Qiren really did intend to approve anything that met his standards and, moreover, understood musical cultivation enough to understand what he was driving at with most of them, even the esoteric ones, at which point Wei Wuxian gotten extremely enthusiastic about the whole thing.

This didn’t mean that they were friends or anything, but they’d at least formed some sort of tentative truce.

Most of the time, anyway.

Wei Wuxian squinted at his old teacher suspiciously. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying that it’s not easier the second time?”

“I am only saying that I have experience in raising a child not my own,” Lan Qiren pointed out, and Wei Wuxian nodded, slightly abashed; he knew that the old man had basically raised Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen, of course, although sometimes he forgot. “The first child I raised was Xichen and his personality as a child was much as it was as an adult: gentle, amiable, friendly, obedient.”

That made sense. Wei Wuxian nodded.

“The second child I raised was Wangji,” Lan Qiren said. “He bit people.”

Wei Wuxian burst out laughing.

Lan Wangj virtuously ignored them both, continuing to write a letter without the slightest hint of embarrassment – even his ears hadn’t turned red. What a shame!

“I can testify to that myself,” Wei Wuxian giggled, leering at his husband in the hopes of getting a rise out of him. “He’s still a biter – for certain lucky people.”

“He was a lot less discriminating when he was younger,” Lan Qiren said, and Wei Wuxian winced, abruptly remembering that Lan Wangji’s uncle was, in fact, still in the room. Luckily it was pretty easy to flirt around Lan Qiren, who didn’t seem to notice most of the time, but it was still a bit awkward. “And I once succumbed to temptation and gave him mixed messages, which I believe made it worse.”

That sounded like a story.

“He gave me a candy after I bit Sect Leader Jin,” Lan Wangji clarified, which made Wei Wuxian start laughing again. “He did not expect me to remember. I remembered. Nor did I allow him to forget about it.”

“It is easy to make mistakes while raising a child,” Lan Qiren said, ignoring Wei Wuxian’s cackling. “But if one means well, and tries hard to do the right thing, children are very forgiving – usually.”

Despite his best efforts to remain neutral, Lan Wangji’s eyes curved slightly in a smile. Wei Wuxian felt his heart go all warm and melty all over again.

“This is true regardless of whether it is the first or second child,” Lan Qiren added. “I have confidence that you will both do fine.”

“We will,” Wei Wuxian proclaimed. “With parents like me and Lan Zhan, how could the kid go wrong? And we’ll even try to avoid too many explosions!”

“Please do. One Lan Jingyi is enough for the Cloud Recesses.”

“You know, I was wondering – how did you end up with him being quite so…hmm…”

“Oh?” Lan Qiren said, and Wei Wuxian noted to his amusement that Lan Wangji straightened in back in sudden alarm despite Lan Qiren’s extremely nonchalant tone. “Have you not met Lan Yueheng yet? I must introduce you when he returns –”

“Perhaps not,” Lan Wangji said, sounding a little worried.

Worried, in this case, meant fun.

“No, I think I definitely need to meet this person – Lan Zhan, stop batting at me! I know exactly what I’m doing…”

-

Wen Ning looked down at the baby with which he had been entrusted.

“I don’t have any idea what I’m doing,” he confessed.

The baby gurgled.

“I think Wei-gongzi may have been thinking more about ‘babysitter that doesn’t need to sleep and has inexhaustible energy’ and less about ‘is this person qualified to take care of a baby’.”

More gurgling.

“I just wanted to apologize in advance.”

The baby yawned.

“…right then.” Wen Ning straightened up. Someone was going to have to raise this child, and based on how distractable Wei Wuxian was when he was around Lan Wangji and visa versa, it looked like it was going to have to be him. “Let’s do this.”

#mdzs #lan wangji #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #jin ling #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #ouyang zizhen #lan qiren #wen ning #my fic #my fics

[barnes-n-nobles]

Youre My Path (SMUT)

Yandere Bucky being crazy, possessive, and DARK!

TW-Mentions on non-con, drugging, stalking, and overall dark behavior. A little bit of knife play as well.

Smut SMUT SMUT

Let me know what y’all think 

Today was just another boring ordinary day. You had to go to the store and stock up on some groceries that you had been planning on getting but you lacked the will power to do so. You opened your phone and looked at the time. Ugh, I need to go before they close you thought to yourself as you managed to peel yourself off of your comfy sofa. You got ready and headed towards the nearest super market.

Lately youve been having some weird feelings, as if someone is constantly watching you. You always shake it off though, because nothing ever happens to you. You always get home safe and sound. Today was a little more intense though, as if you could almost hear someone breathing behind you when you were walking to the store. Relieved to have made it inside, you grabbed your cart and started your trip through the empty isles of the store. You loved and hated to come at night, it made you feel at peace knowing there there wouldn’t be annoying ass kids and angry moms yelling at them to behave. No people blocking the isles with their carts and most importantly, no need to run into someone you knew. The only reason you hated it, was because you didn’t want to get kidnapped and left for dead.

As you made your way to the bread isle, you had that feeling again. You felt like someone was behind you, you stopped dead in your tracks to see if anyone would walk past you. You pretended to look at the merchandise and you slowly turned around to see if there was anyone there. You looked both ways, and sure enough there was nothing. You rolled your eyes and kept it moving. As your trip started coming to an end you decided to stop by the makeup isle, needing a couple of items that you would use for your upcoming date.

Usually you didn’t try this hard but you figured you would give it a shot. All the past times you went on dates they would disappear after your first date. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t try hard enough or if they simply weren’t feeling your vibe. As your mind trailed off you accidentally ran into another person with your cart, completely snapping you out of your mind. A broad man, fell to his knee. “Oh my god!!! I’m so sorry. Are you ok? God I’m so clumsy please forgive me” you said frantically as you started to help him up. He lifted his head up to meet your gaze, big blue eyes % bore%% into your own. Your eyes started to trail from his eyes, to his lips, and up again to his perfectly sculpted face. You were mesmerized, you had never seen such a handsome man. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it, y/n” he said quickly getting up and walking off with a visible smirk on his face. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, knowing damn well he did not just say your name. You werent exactly sure if your mind was playing tricks on you or if he really said what you think he had said. You got up quickly, still in shock but hoping that it was really your mind playing tricks on you. Hesitantly you continued to shop, even though there was a little voice in your head telling you to get the hell out of that store.

Bucky POV

FUCK she’s so beautiful, he thought to himself. The way you stared at him, it was clear you wanted him the way he wanted you. This was the moment that he had been waiting for ever since he laid eyes on you. He had never been this close to you, it was like a dream come true. You smelled like candy, your beautiful e/c eyes meeting his. Just how he had imagined but better. The way you apologized made him hard. Just think of how submissive my y/n will be to me mmmm I’m going to devour her in every way possible he thought to himself, smirking.

Bucky ran into you at a coffee shop near your house. It was love at first sight for him. He watched you interact with your friends, smile, laugh, and it was like a match made in heaven for him. He knew he needed you to smile for him, laugh for him, and live for him. He followed you home that night. Making sure you wanted to be safe, of course. But his monthly visits turned to weekly and then turned to daily. He eventually managed to get into your home. You left a space key under your mat, and he felt so happy yet disappointed that you would endanger yourself like that. “When we live together, I’ll make sure you don’t make silly mistakes like this” he said to himself as he got into your home.

He went through your house just browsing, seeing if anything interesting caught his eye. He then made it into your room and continued to look through your things. He found your panties next to your bed and quickly grabbed them and put him in his picked for him to enjoy later. He also took some pictures of you, to also enjoy later.

You were his new routine and he enjoyed every second of it. As time went on he would keep tabs on you, absolutely hating it when you went on dates. He was consumed with jealousy and couldn’t believe anyone would dare lay a finger on you. He knew that this would not fly and he had to make sure to get rid of any roadblocks that got in his way. Bucky murdered them and everytime he did he felt relieved, almost happy knowing that he was that much closer to you.

After his encounter with you, Bucky walked off into the parking lot, one car over from yours, slipping into the drivers seat. His mind started to go wild. He needed you so badly. He wished he could have taken you right then and there. How he wished he could be inside you, your soft moans begging him to make you feel good. His cock soon started to throb at the thought of you. He leaned back in his seat taking a pair of your panties out from his pocket. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, moaning as he exhaled. “Fuck Y/n...you make me so horny...I’m going to fuck the shit out of you when you’re here baby just you wait”.

Wasnt long before he pulled out his dick, stroking it hard. His hips bucking into his hand wishing it was your pussy. He started to think about how beautiful your pretty mouth would be around his dick, how good your tongue would feel swiveling around his tip. Just as he was about to cum, he stopped. He growled and threw his head back lowly moaning your name. “Fuck...I cant take this anymore. I need her” He quickly tucked himself back in and relaxed.

All you could think about was how that guy knew your name. It kept replaying in your head and it didn’t make sense. You headed to your car and started to load everything in. “Hello my Y/n” you heard someone say in a low deep voice. You quickly turned around, your heart starting to beat a little faster. “Umm. Do I know you?” You asked. Bucky sighed and started to walk towards you. “Not yet doll but you will” a smirk on his face once again. You backed up as he took steps forward. “Don’t come any closer, or I’m calling the police”.

Bucky pressed himself against your body, his hands snaking their way to your hips. His face now pressed against your neck. “No you wont Princess, I know you like this. I can tell by the way that you’re breathing that you want me to keep going” his low voice going straight to your core. “N-no please...stop I ..” you tried pushing him off but you started to feel so weak. You had not noticed that Bucky had used something to drug you. All you felt was your body going limp and you falling into his arms.

Bucky smiled as you fell into him, placing a soft kiss on your temple. He noticed that someone was coming over so he quickly pressed your body to your car, and grabbed your face, kissing you. The person walking, walked a little faster as they were feeling a little awkward. Perfect he thought to himself. He placed you into the back to his car, resting your head to a pillow he had just bought and covering you with his sweater. He quickly drove off, leaving all your things by your car.

Your eyes opened, your head pounding. Wherever you were it was dark but comfortable. You groaned as you started to fully wake up, slowly sitting up. Your left hand felt heavy, you tried pulling it and you heard a chain. You yanked your hand hard again, making a loud sound. Bucky heard the noise coming from your guy’s room and he smiled and quickly got up making his way to you.

“Baby you’re awake now” Bucky excitedly said

“What’s going on..why are you doing this to me, where am I?”

“You’re home doll, with me”

“But I don’t know you” you cried softly

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. I’ve been looking after you for a while now and it’s been a pleasure but I'm so glad that I finally have you all to myself, just how it was always meant to be”

He started to get on the bed climbing towards you. You backed up as he came towards you, your back was now against the wall, pinning yourself between the cold wall and his broad body. His hand going to the back of your neck, bringing you close to him, your lips almost touching his.

“I’ve waited a life time for this, to have you here with me. You make me crazy and I would sacrifice the world for you. Now that you’re all mine, I won’t ever loose you” he closed the gap between you two, his lips desperately locking into yours. Kissing you passionately, he was hungry and desperate. You turned your head to the side, breaking the kiss.

“This isn’t the way Bucky, this isn’t right. You need to let me go” you begged. Bucky smiled and looked down moving back away from you. It made you feel relieved that he was not too mad due to your actions. He slowly got up from the bed and went over to his dresser, rummaging through some things.

“Bucky...maybe we are in different paths right now, maybe in the future we will be together but now right now, not like this...please Bucky listen to me”, hoping that he would have a little sympathy, you used his name to make it more personal.

“You know , y/n...just because you say we are on different paths doesn’t mean it’s true” he grabbed something and started to walk towards you again. This time his metal arm reached out to pull you by your leg to the edge of the bed, giving you whiplash. He quickly climbed on top of you, pinning your arms above your head with his metal arm and pulling out a syringe with his other hand.

You quickly started to wiggle around trying to get him off you. Shaking your head, “no no please stop no”. Buckys eyes had a hint of madness to them, dark and disturbing. “Don’t worry these don’t hurt, it will make you feel better I promise”. He quickly injected it to you and you soon started to feel get hot, with a tingling sensation “This will loosen you up a bit, it’ll make you relax so that we can enjoy eachother baby”

His lips made their way onto your neck, kissing and licking you all over. Your heart started to race, your eyes closing, soft moans escaping your lips, “n-no..” Bucky grunted as his erection started to press against your clothed pussy. His hips bucking forward, dry humping you. He lowered down to your ear, whispering, “ cant you see what you do to me. You’re so sexy and sensual you’re almost making me cum in my pants with your adorable moans, my love. As much as love to hear you right now, I want you to moan and scream my name y/n...begging me to fuck you harder”

All his words, combined with his dry humping made you soaking wet. As much as you hated this you couldn’t help but moan louder. His cock pressing against you was not enough and you needed more. You tried your hardest to resist, “G-get a..way f-from me..” you managed to choke out, trying to not moan anymore and trying to push him off with your body. Suddenly Bucky got angry. Hating how you were fighting him. He tore off your thin leggings in a fast single motion, revealing your soaked panties. He took out his knife and pressed it against you, earning a frantic gasp but you stopped moving. “Stop fighting me doll, for your own good because I swear I will fucking destroy you. I’ve waited too long for this, don’t push me because you won’t like the way I punish you.But......if you behave I’ll make sure to take care of you..real good care darling” he said as his knife traced your body. He grabbed your shirt roughly and ripped it off, slicing your bra open as well.

His mouth watered at the sight of your delicious breasts, making his cock twitch with excitement. His knife trailed down to your panties, making you whimper. “You’re so delicious kitten, I’m going to fuck you so hard. I cant wait till my cock is right in here” he motioned and tapped your clit with his knife. He roughly grabbed them and ripped them open instantly. He threw his knife to the side and quickly started to rub your clit making your back arch with your eyes closed. Your moans now filling up the room. Bucky smiled and took one of your nipples into his mouth, making you quiver and move your hips down into his hand. “Mmm, I knew you wanted this..wanted me...only me” he growled against your chest. “F-fuck Bucky...keep going please”. You hated yourself for saying that but you couldn’t help it, you were in pure ecstasy.

Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he removed himself from you. Making you whine and buck your hips up, wanting and needing his touch once again. “Don’t worry kitten, I’m not done with you yet”. He quickly undressed and positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing his tip on your clit, making you mewl. “Tell me what you want doll...tell me what you want from me” he coaxed. You didn’t answer, as you were too embarrassed to say anything. His metal hand went to your neck, squeezing it hard. “Tell me y/n..tell me what you want NOW” he yelled, releasing his grip from your throat.

“Fuck me Bucky...please” you finally said. “I don’t think I heard you doll, say it loud and clear”. “FUCK ME BUCKY PLEASE I NEED YOU...PLEASE”. You finally broke. You needed him now, there was nothing in the world you wanted more than to have his cock inside of you, his lips on your skin and his hands all over you. You were finally filled with his big cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy. His hands on your neck, choking you but not too hard like before. His hips snapping in and out of you making your body shake. 

“Such an obedient slut, MY obedient slut. I’m going to break you and bend you to my will. Making you all mine. I’ll make you crave my touch, my attention, my voice. You’re going to live only for me, doll. Only for me” he growled as he pounded into you, rubbing your clit making you loose it. He then started to feel you reach your end, making him moan, “cum on my dick baby...cum for me. Let go” he cooed as he angled himself to reach into you deeper. That’s when you felt your orgasm hit you, your body started to shake, waves of pleasure surging through your body. “Mmm Buckyyyy” you moaned. Making him loose it as well, he coated your insides in his thick warm cum. Pumping himself in and out slowly. Gasping for air.

Fuck he was such a God, he made you want more of him. It was the first night and you were already going crazy for his touch. You wanted him to keep going keep doing you however he wanted, but most importantly to keep pleasuring you. Bucky finally pulled out and laid next to you, looking at your beautiful face. He brought his lips to yours and gave you a soft kiss. “The drug hasn’t worn off baby, don’t think this is over. We’re going until we cant no more, doll.” He said against your lips, flipping you over for round two.

#bucky reader x smut #yandere marvel #yandere bucky barnes #dark! bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky dark! #dark!marvel #dark!bucky barnes #winter solider imagine #james buchanan bucky barnes #sebastian smut #sebastian stan #Sebastian Stan #Bucky #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barns x you #bucky x you #marvel smut #dark fic #yandere love

[syntheticavenger]

Omgggg RJ is a little alpha, idk whyy but I imagined him and his teenage temper tantrum trying to alpha command his mom (reader) and Jensen is very angry, their baby sister is confused afff. And the reader wants to be mad but she can’t be mad because she’s too disappointed and she’s just gone quiet 🥺 then ransom finds out and RJ is sad with the silent treatment idk :( maybe that’s weird but would u make something or drabble based on this? Thank you, im in love with ur blog 😭

Ohh this is interesting! Let me try to do it justice.

Warnings: Alpha/Omega dynamics, language, Ransom's Dad energy.

-

Halfway into the kitchen and it's loud. Jensen arguing with RJ over something that you can't quiet make out while your sweet little angel covers her ears before she makes a beeline toward you.

"RJ is being mean," she informs you, glaring at her brother. "And loud."

"I am not. She's being a damn baby," RJ snaps, making his sister's eyes well up with tears.

"RJ, don't you use that language toward your sister," you admonish, cradling her against you as Jensen smirks in his brother's direction. "If you have an argument with your brother, you know you handle it away from her."

"So you're taking her side?" RJ counters, his eyes narrowing at you. "Come on, Mom. All she does is complain."

"That's enough," you remind him quietly. "It's over now, right?"

"No. You always take her side or Jensen's side."

"I don't and you know that isn't true."

"It is! Just because I'm an Alpha like Dad doesn't mean you get to treat me differently," RJ says in an almost near shout.

"Lower your voice," you order, watching as your daughter covers her ears again.

"See Mommy?" she says in a wail.

"RJ, just for a minute, please -"

"No. I'm done with trying to not be who I am. You're an Omega, Mom and I learned that Omegas have to listen to whatever Alphas say so go upstairs and leave me alone!"

Silence falls at his little Alpha command. Jensen stands in front of you, his arms across his chest.

"Don't try to Alpha command," Jensen orders, your face falling as you take your daughter's hand.

You want to be furious, to remind him to have common sense but you're numb. It doesn't work on you as he doesn't have his full strength yet but it's enough to sting that he would try on his own mother.

"Come on, sweetheart," you tell her gently. "We can go upstairs and paint. How does that sound?"

"Mom," RJ starts, watching your lower lip tremble. "Mom, wait."

"Leave her alone," Jensen barks, blocking him from getting closer. "Wait until Dad hears about this."

-

"Why was RJ so mad?" your daughter asks, swirling her paintbrush over the canvas.

"Maybe he had a bad day. But that is no excuse for yelling or not being in control of your feelings. That's why we went upstairs to give him some space."

"Alphas are scary."

"Some can be," you agree, watching her select another color with a wider brush. "But that is a reflection on them. I'm teaching you how to handle yourself with them."

"Daddy helps me too."

"That's good."

You sniffle at the thought of RJ, your sweet baby boy that you held in your arms, watching him grow to be the strong and capable boy that now tried to Alpha command you.

The knock on the door makes you pause as your daughter yells out a demand to know who it is.

"It's RJ."

"Come in," she says with a roll of her eyes, going back to her painting.

When the door opens, RJ hangs out in the doorway, much like Ransom did when he was in trouble. Waiting for permission, most likely.

"Mom? Are you still mad at me?"

"I wasn't mad," you say quietly.

"Do you wanna go for a walk?"

Walks are RJ's favorite. It gets out his built up aggression from school and he's able to talk freely about he feels in a wide, open space. But you're still hurt and you don't feel like doing much of anything at the moment.

"Maybe later."

"Oh. Yeah. Okay."

When he closes the door, you feel a small hand wipe your tears away.

"It's okay, Mommy. He's just being RJ."

-

"Heathens," Ransom greets as he places the bags of groceries on the table.

Immediately, he knows something is wrong. Jensen is giving his brother the evil eye and RJ is shifting back and forth as they come to put away the groceries.

"Wait a minute," Ransom continues as they pause. "What happened?"

When he's met with silence, there's a low growl of displeasure. He felt it in the bond and he knows exactly who is responsible for your sadness.

One look at the younger Alpha and RJ inhales sharply.

"Mom won't talk to me because I maybe Alpha commanded," he admits with a hang of his head. "Sorry Dad."

"Maybe Alpha commanded? Or you did? Be a man, tell the truth."

"I did. It didn't work through and -"

"You're goddamn right it didn't work. We don't do that here unless it's for safety and looking around, I don't see any unsafe situations, do you?"

"No, Dad."

"No."

RJ lifts his head at Ransom's denial. It's a reminder of rank and RJ swallows hard at his father's fierce glare.

"No, Alpha."

"And you thought it you could flex your designation around your mother and your sister without repercussions?"

"I just want her to talk to me," RJ protests. "I got mad because she never takes my side."

"Never takes your side? What about the time Jensen broke your nose? She took your side then. When that coach wanted to bar you from football because that Omega idiot said you couldn't because you're an Alpha, who defended you and stood up to them?"

"Mom," RJ says with a sad sigh. "She does take my side."

"Yeah, she does," Ransom reminds him. "And she's owed an apology. And a real one, not that fake I'm sorry if you were offended shit."

"I know," RJ agrees. "What if she's still mad?"

"Then it's her right to be mad. Do you know how many times I've slept on that couch after I apologized? An apology doesn't automatically mean forgiveness. It means you're owning up to a mistake. You gotta be okay with that."

"I get it."

-

You feel the slight dip of the bed and a familiar scent.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry I tried to Alpha command you," RJ begins, climbing into the middle of the bed as he sits. "It was wrong. You do help me out a lot and I'm sorry that I was mean. I don't want you to be mad but I understand if you are. I shouldn't have done that."

"No, you shouldn't have," you agree. "But I forgive you."

"Do you?"

"I do."

After a long pause, you hear his sigh of relief.

"Can we go for a walk now?" he asks.

"Sure."

#forever and ever more au drabble #future father ransom

[andypantsx3]

Hii can I request a deleted scene for "if I could keep cool" that tells chapter 2 from Shouto's POV? I would absolutely love to c what was going through Shouto's head when he figured out that Y/N was just a cleaning lady and what was the moment that made him want to ask her out when he saw her at his house afterwards! Thank u!!

I accidentally got carried away, so this bad boy is 1.9k!! My apologies lol. I hope you like it!!

It wasn’t every day that someone told Shouto Todoroki to go fuck himself. 

Particularly not quirkless civilians, and never those he’d rescued. 

There was usually a lot more breathless gratitude, some bowing and scraping, and—mystifyingly—a lot of phone numbers, handkerchiefs, and very unsubtle attempts to get a hand or two around his biceps. Shouto didn’t really know what his biceps had to do with it, but he’d seen the same thing happen to Midoriya and Kirishima as well—and Bakugou once, before he’d nearly gnawed the woman’s hands off—so he assumed it was just another social cue he’d never understand.

As little as he cared for social cues, however, he was certain that there was usually a lot more thank you and a little less go fuck yourself involved in the whole rescuing process.

But then, he’d also never told off a civilian for having been kidnapped before. 

A civilian who, he’d come to realize almost immediately afterward, hadn’t deserved it.

When he’d asked his mother her advice over the phone, she’d told him the best thing to do was to be honest and try to start fresh. “White flowers mean forgiveness—tulips new beginnings,” she’d advised him.

So Shouto had ducked into the nearest florist and brought back an apology in hopes that you would accept it. 

He might have known, however, that you’d manage to turn even a simple apology completely on its head.

The clatter of cleaning supplies in his kitchen on Thursday afternoon told Shouto you’d let yourself in for your usual shift. He followed the sound, only for it to halt at his approach, the kitchen seemingly empty as he drew nearer.

He stopped short, fighting down a surprised swell of amusement when he realized you’d ducked down, hiding yourself behind his counters as if anyone, especially a pro hero, might be fooled by that.

“I know you’re there,” he said, keeping his tone even.

He heard a muttered swear word, and then you were rising slowly to your feet, wearing a sheepish expression, and clutching a bottle of windex like a weapon.

You looked just as you had the day of your rescue, though obviously a little less harrowed by a kidnapping. You were dressed casually in jeans and a simple shirt, no indicator that you were an employee of a cleaning service—Shouto felt at least a little justified in his mistake from last week.

You were clearly a college student, the backpack dumped at his kitchen island was evidence of that much, overflowing with textbooks and notes as it was, and you looked just slightly disheveled, like you might have come straight from class.

It was part of some nebulous, unassuming appeal to you, now that he had occasion to notice. He’d remembered your features twisted up in disdain, but they were open in surprise now, your eyes wide, fixed on him. His own eyes were drawn to the scrunch of your nose, a little curl of embarrassment that he suddenly found himself unable to tear his gaze away from.

“I, uh, thought you weren’t supposed to be here,” you admitted to him with a visible cringe.

Shouto almost laughed. He didn’t know much about you, but it was clear to him now that you weren’t anything like a crazy fan. You looked like you’d rather be anywhere but here at the moment. In fact, you looked rather like you might bolt any second.

A strange feeling shifted in his chest, and Shouto cut right to the chase.

“I owe you an apology,” he said simply.

You startled so violently that you dropped the windex. “W-what?”

Shouto sighed, admitting, “My manager schedules the cleaning days. I didn’t realize that you were—that is to say, I thought you were a fan who had broken in and managed to get kidnapped while you were at it.”

You gaped, another confused little expression that Shouto found himself fixating on with an intensity that surprised him. The weird feeling in his chest shifted, burning a little hotter. 

He wondered absently what other expressions he could get you to make.

“Oh, I, um...nope. Not a fan,” you said, and the feeling grew more insistent. 

He paused over the phrasing—not a fan. 

It had never bothered him before, when someone was a bigger fan of a classmate than they were of him, or weren’t really a hero fan at all. Shouto honestly did not quite understand why hero work was so tied up in fandom in the first place, and only attended fan events because his manager’s temper was not a thing to be trifled with. 

He wanted to be a hero who put people at ease, but ease was the last thing he felt with people clamoring all over him. Fighting villains was infinitely more preferable.

So why did your admission that you weren’t a fan of his niggle at his brain, like a particularly insistent parasite?

Who were you a fan of, if not him? 

“...Well, glad that’s cleared up now. I’ll just, uh, go then,” you said, grabbing an armful of the cleaning supplies and shoving it back under the sink hastily.

Shouto had moved before he knew what he was doing, getting himself in between you and the door out to the hallway. 

“Wait,” he said, feeling uncomfortable. “I want to make up for what I said to you. You...didn’t deserve that, especially not right after you’d been kidnapped by a villain.”

He watched you eye the space between his hip and the counter, like you were considering making a break for it. As he watched your face, he felt some strange hope that you might try it, a certainty he would catch you. 

...Why did he want to catch you?

You waved a hand. “It’s fine. You saved me, we can call it even.”

Shouto’s mouth turned down minutely. He’d behaved badly, but surely you’d credit him better manners than that. “It’s my fault you were taken in the first place. I’d like to apologize properly.”

Your face did something weird, then, another distracting little curl of the nose. “You don’t actually have to go fuck yourself,” you blurted.

Shouto stared at you, caught off guard.

“Uh, I mean. You saved my life,” you babbled suddenly. “And yeah what you said to me was super rude, but what I said to you was also super rude. So, um, I’m sorry too. And I really would just like to call it even and forget about it because it’s super embarrassing for both of us and I could literally die thinking about it.”

You stopped suddenly, looking self-conscious like you’d realized you’d been rambling. Shouto almost wished you hadn’t.

“I hadn’t really planned on it,” he said quickly.

“Hadn’t planned on what?”

“Fucking myself,” he clarified. You choked on a shocked laugh, and he let a small smile tug at his mouth—there.

Finally.

Finally you looked a little more comfortable with him. 

Shouto tried hard not to look too pleased with himself.

“Oh, well that’s good, then," you said. Then you puffed up a little, adding, "That’s probably a job for your actual secret lover.”

Good lord. “Not you, too.”

You threw him a smile, and Shouto’s heartbeat tripped over itself. “But I have evidence. I saw that homemade soup in your fridge once with the love note attached.”

It took him a moment to focus on what you were saying, but Shouto recalled the soup in question. It had been quite good, even if Bakugou had spent almost a half an hour ranting about what a weak ass little bitch he was for catching a cold. It had almost been worth it, the soup was that delicious. “Ah yes. That secret lover.”

“Cute pet name, too,” you said.

Shouto let out a low laugh, recalling the note. “You fucking fuck, was it?”

You laughed too, tension easing from your shoulders. Shouto’s eyes hungrily traced even that small movement.

A dawning sense of what was happening finally settled over him as he pronounced, “As it happens, however, I did already plan more of an apology.”

You looked up at him, your brow furrowing. “You planned...more of an apology?”

He gestured to a tall vase of white tulips on the kitchen counter. Your eyes went a little rounder as you observed them. You looked like you weren’t sure if they were for you, as if there were another previously kidnapped cleaning girl lurking about, who might be in need of an apology.

What a fascinating thing you were.

“I’ve been told that they mean forgiveness and new beginnings. I had hoped that we might...start over,” Shouto explained. He couldn’t help but feel self-conscious.

“I didn’t bring you any flowers,” you blurted.

He covered up a surprised laugh with a cough, the feeling in his stomach burning hotter. “I hadn’t expected them.”

He watched you turn back thoughtfully to the bouquet, certain now.

Over the phone, his mother had also said white flowers carried connotations of honor and purity. Two notions, Shouto realized with a growing sense of curiosity, that may be entirely inapplicable to his feelings about you.

He didn’t know much about you, but he knew for certain that he’d like to know more. And as he watched you reach out to pluck at a petal, wearing a shy little smile, he thought that yes, honor and purity had very little to do with his intentions at the moment.

You thanked him for the flowers, and Shouto made it clear to you that he hadn’t meant what he’d said about you being unwelcome here. He wanted—no, desired your return now. 

“That’s good to hear, thank you,” you said. Then your smile went a little mischievous. “As you can see, though, it didn’t really deter me.”

Shouto let himself smirk. “If I hadn’t seen the cleaning supplies already on the counter, I would be concerned that you’d come back for revenge.”

“There’s still time,” you joked. “Maybe I was going to play the long game and fill all the bottles with Sprite.”

The mulish statement surprised him into another laugh. “I hope the flowers are enough of a deterrent.”

You looked over the flowers again, then smiled up at him. His eyes caught on your mouth.

“The bribe has been accepted. Your countertops are safe from me.” You paused, then added, “For now.”

The hot feeling was everywhere now, simmering just underneath Shouto’s skin. He left himself lean towards you, relishing in the way your breath caught in a tiny hitch. “Be warned that I will do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of my countertops.”

You complained that he hardly used them, but complied nevertheless. Then you bullied him out of the kitchen, that tiny little scrunch back on your nose.

Shouto let you have your way, making his way over to the couch and settling on it with a book he had absolutely no intention of reading. Instead, as he watched you clean, he considered things.

He had always been straightforward about his goals. Once he’d chosen heroism as his dream, he’d let nothing stand in his way, working diligently all through UA, shooting nonstop through the ranks before breaking into the top five this year, one of the youngest to have ever done it. 

He was deliberate about what he wanted. He worked hard for what he wanted.

And as he wandered back towards the kitchen, questions ready in his mouth, he knew what else he wanted.

He wanted to know more about you.

He wanted to spend more time with you.

He wanted…

Well, he rather thought he wanted you.

I was going to edit this but every time I went to touch it, I made it worse. I hope you liked it anyway!

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[ultimateluckystudent-writes]

hello! if this isn’t too weird, i’d like to request nagito and his fem s/o being heard having...seggs...... (maybe? possibly? perhaps? you can include the seggs scene?? if it’s not too much..) and the next morning their classmates are literally like 🧍‍♂️🧍🏻‍♀️ and it’s so awkward 😭😭 I CAN JUST IMAGINE HIYOKO AND MAHIRU LIKE 😀🤬 and everyone else like 😅😐please don’t feel obligated to do it but if you do then thank you so much!!! have a great day/night

Nagito and S/O being overheard

Anon, you're a genius. Absolutely, this is my favorite request I've gotten so far I had to do this first (even... if I'm... really late) It kind of spiraled into a little fic with smut and fluff but eh, the more the merrier right?

-Mod Usami

Word Count: 1.9k

Content Warnings: Island Mode AU! Some smut at the beginning, the rest is pretty fluffy. If you don't wanna read it, skip to where you see *****

“Fuck! Oh, fuck, yes!” Nagito’s hips hit yours with a fervor that was unfamiliar but completely welcome. His long, bony fingers held your waist tightly to hold himself steady as he fucked you while you lay on your back. Above you, he had a look of complete focus as he worked to keep up his pace. Usually he was quite gentle with you, making you take the reins if you wanted something rougher, but tonight he touched you with a drive you couldn’t place.

It had been much the same earlier, when he brought you off the first time eating you out; however, you had grown accustomed to Nagito’s eagerness when his face was between your legs. You’d been much too distracted by that very tongue laving your clit to notice any difference. When his hips slotted between yours though, the difference was so clear.

One of Nagito’s hands moved from its place on your torso to the back of your thigh, pushing it back towards you gently. His eyes remained locked on yours, and though his pace didn’t relent, his eyes were soft and questioning. When you could moaned in response, he couldn’t help but grin to himself a bit. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper,

“My hope...” He choked out, obviously attempting to remain steady even while he was so pleased. “I- you- you sound beautiful already and- and I know this is a selfish request-”

“Wh- What do you want, Nah- ah! Nagito!” You’d meant to continue on, but it was rather difficult. Your fingers dug into the sheets. Nagito moaned aloud at his name, his brows furrowing.

“Yes! My- my name! Just like that!”

“Of course, my pretty boy.” You managed to give him a sloppy half-smile. You let your head fall back once more as he continued. “Nagito! Oh, ah, Nagito! Fuck, baby you’re- you’re so good!” Your hand began to reach down to your clit, but his voice interrupted you.

“P- please, allow me-” He adjusted himself so he was pressed further down into you, one arm supporting himself on the bed and the other beginning to rub circles around your clit, one of your legs over his shoulder. All at once you were enveloped in how good he was making you feel, and knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Oh, Nagito, Nagito, Nagito!” Your voice was almost a whisper, chanting his name like a prayer. The leg not already against him came to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. “I’m- I’m close-”

“Yes!” He moaned. “Please, please cum for me- I want to see you, I wanna see you-”

“Nagito!” A particularly electric motion from his hands caused your own to fly into his hair. “Nagito, Nagito- ah!” Your legs shook as you came, left trembling in his hands, and he didn’t last much longer. As he came, he leaned down as much as he could while still pumping into you to kiss and bite down on your neck. He peppered kisses all over you as you both lie in the aftershocks, panting in between nips and kisses. At last, he sucked hard on a spot by your pulse point, making you shiver while he marked you. “Nagito...” You whined. “You’re gonna leave marks...”

“Forgive me, my love, I selfishly crave nothing more than to see you completely marked up by my hand.” He murmured, his voice breathy and sleepy. You giggled, a bit out of it yourself.

“You talk funny.” You nudged him to move and he finally stood back up and wiped the sweat off of his brow. After cleaning up a bit and hitting the light, the two of you crawled back into bed to finally get some rest. You held his head close to your chest and played with his hair, and you were quickly asleep. Nagito needed to try a bit harder to fall asleep. He was facing the window he’d noticed he’d left open earlier, and tried not to laugh too much and make you stir.

*****

“Good morning everyone! It’s another beautiful day on the island! Please eat breakfast and do your very best today! Love, love!” Usami's voice crackled through the tv in your room. You internally groaned, upset that you could never find a way to turn that damn monitor down, until the events of last night came back to you. You smiled to yourself as you pulled Nagito closer, right while he was in the middle of a yawn.

“Morning breath.” You grumbled, moving to kiss him on the cheek.

“Nobody made you kiss me in the middle of my yawn. Least of all me.” He protested, but he sounded pleased. “Good morning.” You simply grumbled in response, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. “We’re expected at breakfast eventually.”

“So what?” You grinned deviously and peeked open your eyes just enough to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck. He made a little squeaking noise and tilted his head to give you more access.

“Ah- as much as I- oh- enjoy your intimacy...” He swallowed hard, as if he was preparing himself for what he was going to say next. You didn’t relent. “We really shouldn’t do this every time we wake up together- we end up la- hah- hmm.” His voice died down into a hum as you began to suck on his neck. “Didn’t you complain about marks just last night?” His voice was strained. His hands found your sides and held on tight, despite his hesitant words.

“Yeah, but they’re probably already there, so it doesn’t matter now, does it?” You said in between your kisses. You pulled away just for a second to see that you were in fact leaving red marks something deep within you hoped would bloom into something darker. My precious boy… maybe they’ll all stop being so rude to you if they understand you’re mine.

“Well, there wouldn’t have been anything to connect it to me.” He said seriously. A laugh bubbled up out of you. “What?”

“Nothing.” You lied. Nothing would connect it to you except all the time we spend together, the way you cling to me when other people are around, those puppy-dog eyes you give me in front of everybody whenever we’re sent to collect in different areas… “But your logic is flawed.” You argued, moving to straddle his hips. He looked awestruck under you, something that made you falter for a moment. “Everyone else would know it wasn’t them, and that would likely narrow it down because...”

“Because?”

“You’re not the best liar when asked something directly, Ko-chan.” You giggled, tapping him on the nose. His eyes crossed trying to follow it.

“You’re probably right.” He beamed. You rolled your eyes. He seemed like he was in too good of a mood now to disagree with anyone. You leaned down to kiss his forehead and your feet finally found their way onto the floor. You felt much more energized now. You and Nagito began to get ready for the day. Nagito had begun to keep clothes in your cabin at your insistence and desire to have as much time with him in bed in the mornings. Still, between your conversations and extra kisses you both snuck, you found yourself late to breakfast.

“You don’t want to walk in separately?” He asked. “It might be rather… suspicious if we walked in at the same time. Especially with… these.” He gestured at your necks, which were marked up in matching fashion, though yours were a bit darker due to time. Despite his words, you’d seen the way Nagito smiled when he caught sight of himself in the mirror earlier, something you hadn’t seen him do… ever.

“I don’t mind, really, Nagito.” You took his hand and kissed his knuckles, making him blush once more. His face was already almost permanently red around you. “Besides, it’s not like anyone actually cares if we’re fucking… they probably won’t think at all about ”

“Ah...” Nagito pursed his lips as you finished climbing the stairs to the hotel’s restaurant. “About that...” His words fell on deaf ears however, as you pushed open the doors. All your classmates were already there, and though you expected to be able to slip in without much notice, all conversation paused as the two of you walked in. Everybody’s eyes turned to you at once.

“Good mo-or-orning lovebirds!” Ibuki sang, waving her utensils and accidentally splattering some of her food onto Byakuya. You froze completely, your eyes widening.

“Good morning, Mioda-san.” Nagito said from behind you. You turned to him, but he seemed most unfazed. There was still a light blush on his cheeks, but you couldn’t tell if that was from earlier or now.

“Mioda-chan!” Mahiru said crossly. “We agreed I would talk to them about it first!”

“Oh, fuck.” You covered your face with your hands. “Oh my fucking God. They all already knew.”

“Well… if it helps, we- we didn’t know until last night.” Mikan laughed nervously, before her own eyes widened. “Oh no! That probably doesn’t help! I’m so sorry, Koizumi-san!”

“Last night? What- oh no.” You could feel your face begin to burn. “Did.. did you...”

“A lot of us… heard you last night, yes.” Chiaki nodded. “Though I believe it was mostly the girls, as it came from the girls’ side of the dorms.”

“Komaeda, my man, I never thought I’d say this but like… how’d you do it?” Kazuichi asked.

“Now is not the time Soda-san!” Sonia chided. “(L/N)-san, did he at least pay you first?”

“I’m gonna do it.” You whispered to yourself. “I’m gonna walk into the ocean and never come back-”

“It’s somehow not that sort of deal. I keep trying but-” Nagito shrugged. You turned and glared at him furiously. “I sense I’ve made a mistake of some sort.”

“She doesn’t make him pay!” Hiyoko smirked, and just from the look you knew you wouldn’t like where this was going. “We all heard last night how much of a cum dump you are!” Several people gasped. Your face froze in what must have looked like a delirious grin. Your mind wouldn’t even register the words she was saying.

“I wish I could have heard.” Teruteru whined. “I’m sure the lady sounded… orgasmic in more than one sense of the word.”

“Haha!” Nagito said the words instead of actually laughing as he stepped out in front of you. He was smiling, but his eyes were cold. “I believe, besides last night, those sounds are usually reserved for me.”

“Whatever, weird choice aside, if she’s getting it from who she wants it’s cool!” Akane said around a mouthful of egg. “As long as she keeps it down! I almost didn’t make it to my early morning run today!”

“Thank you for getting us back to the point, Owari.” Byakuya sighed. “I hate this conversation with a newfound passion. Keep it down, please. Make sure your windows are closed.”

“What? But my windows are almost always closed!” You protested, thankful for the further change. “We’ve got AC, why would I-”

“It doesn’t matter!” Fuyuhiko groaned, shoving his chair away from the table. “And now I’ve completely lost my appetite. Can we go, Pekoyama?” She gave a curt nod, and they left to clear their plates.

“That’s cool! I’m gonna throw myself off one of the bridges today anyways!” You waved at them all. “Toodaloo!” With that, you began to walk away.

“She’s joking… I think.” You heard Nagito say behind you.

“I’m not!”

“...I’ll go with her. Ah, we’ll see you all at morning delegations- hey, wait up!”

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[theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin]

After reading your opinion on Molly Weasley, i want to know: What are you're opinions on the Weasley family? Besides Ron & Molly that is.

Five characters? In one post? Well, alright, here we go.

The Weasleys as a Whole

I’ve mentioned this before but JKR writes the Weasleys to clearly be a believable but ideal family. They’re all fiercely loyal, progressive per wizarding world standards, love each other and Harry deeply, and have this wonderful off-kilter joyous house where there’s always some rambunctious thing going on. 

Harry comes to associate the Weasleys with family and, personally, I believe a large part of him marrying Ginny boils down to it will make him a Weasley for real. 

That said, they’ve got some major issues. They’re very righteous people who, as a whole, will ice you out the moment they even suspect you do something that disagrees with them. You don’t even have to do it, what you did or didn’t do doesn’t even have to be something terrible or something bad, but god help you if the family decides they’re done with you. 

They’re very resentful of people like the Malfoys. This isn’t just because Lucius is a smarmy, pompous, ass (he is) or that he indirectly almost murdered Ginny but seems to mostly be because Lucius has so much money. All of their interactions seem to boil down to the money. More than this though, the Weasleys seem fully supportive of laws that... well, used against themselves would be a travesty but used against the likes of the Malfoys it’s about damn time.

They’re unquestioningly loyal to Dumbledore. Granted, most people we see in canon are, Dumbledore’s very very very good at convincing people he’s a saint. However, these guys are practically his cult member to the point where they do things like refuse to have Harry over the summer, even before Voldemort returned, because Dumbledore told them not to. 

They also never really adopt Harry into the family. Oh they give him a nice sweater, he comes over every once in a while to the house, he’s very good friends with Ron but he’s mostly treated just like that, a good friend. Now, there’s nothing wrong with this, except the way JKR sets it up we’re supposed to believe this is the family Harry found. It’s just that the family Harry’s found let’s him stay in a house with bars on his window where twelve-year-old Ron tells them, “Harry’s muggle family is really really awful” in a way that should have been raising red flags. Hermione practically lives at the Weasleys, Harry never does.

Now, are the Weasleys evil? No, far from it, they’re ordinary people who act in ways I’d expect ordinary people too. Technically they didn’t have to do anything more for Harry than they did, they didn’t have to hate Lucius Malfoy for better reasons, and they don’t have to be even slightly less worshipful of Dumbledore. They’re people, and they’re fine characters, but the overwhelming worship and love of the Weasleys we see across fandom does get on my nerves.

But you asked for individuals, so here we go.

 Arthur Weasley

Arthur is the epitome of “Pretty Fly for a White Guy” in the worst of ways and is, frankly, a giant awful joke to me. He’s the white kid you see going around with dread locks, a beanie the color of the Jamaican flag, smoking weed, and attempting to speak like Bob Marley 

Only, because he does it with muggle things, we’re supposed to find him funny and progressive.

Arthur is absolutely, albeit unwittingly, condescending in his love of muggle knickknacks. He has no idea how any of it actually works, not limited to how muggles could possible survive without the gold standard, but ardently believes he does because he can enchant the car to fly. Seriously, that he believes he’s an expert on muggle culture, as a pureblood wizard who heads an office in the ministry on it, is the worst part. His love of toasters comes across as, “Wow, look how cool it is that these poor little muggles made all this neat stuff. We should absolutely love the muggles because of it!” And that he heads an office in the ministry called “The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts” which is all about catching down Jackass style pranksters who think it would be hilarious of they enchanted toasters to bludgeon muggles to death...

Goddammit Arthur, why do you exist?

Right, otherwise, he’s got some pride issues going on. Part of the reason Percy is excommunicated is not so much that Percy doesn’t believe Harry, but because Percy dared to do better than Arthur in his own career. Arthur is stuck in his position as head of a joke of a department, he is an underling at its finest, and frankly likely only has that position because he’s a pureblood and the idea of putting a halfblood or even muggleborn at the head of a department dealing with muggles just made the higher ups shudder. (Don’t tell Arthur that though, he likes to think he’s not benefitting from nepotism). 

Arthur goes so far to accuse Percy as Fudge’s secretary as spying on him. Arthur, the guy who heads “Misuse of Muggle Artifacts”. Yeah, Arthur, I’m sure Fudge is really wasting his time using his straight laced secretary to find out all your dirty secrets. 

He also tends to see the world as very black and white. When Skeeter in book 4 writes an article after the Quidditch World Cup disaster complaining about the ministry’s lax security in enabling domestic terrorists to enter (something completely valid and true by the way) Arthur is so personally offended that both he and Percy go straight to the ministry to complain about Rita Skeeter and her daring to assume freedom of speech! HOW DARE SHE CALL THE MINISTRY’S NON-EXISTENT SECURITY AT THE WORLD CUP LAX! (To be fair, she also cited Arthur as having been in attendance at the event, a ministry employee, and having done nothing but, well, this is also true Arthur. You’re in a guerilla, underground, resistance movement. If I didn’t already think the Order was a joke this would kind of highlight it for me).

He’s also very resentful of Lucius Malfoy, and it seems to mostly be about the money. Arthur and Molly have a severe spending problem and actively resent that Lucius is swimming in money. That Arthur is ardently pleased about a law being passed in which the ministry without warrant can ransack Lucius Malfoy’s home... 

Well, Arthur, imagine the slippery slope if the government decides that it would like to search the Weasley home without warrant? In fact, he doesn’t even have to imagine it, as the beloved government in a few short years turns against him and then it’s all about how corrupt the ministry is. 

Arthur’s delightfully narrowminded, basically, and reminds us at nearly every opportunity.

Percy Weasley

Mostly, I just feel bad for Percy. Percy’s the son/brother that nobody likes and he’s painfully aware of that fact. He doesn’t fit in with the others, he has far too much ambition for the Gryffindor family and they resent him for it, and then he dares to say things like “I don’t know guys, Voldemort resurrecting from the dead after decades doesn’t sound plausible, we know Harry’s a little off kilter, and Dumbledore’s one shady dude”. Percy happens to be wrong about Voldemort resurrecting (and admits as much when the evidence is plainly visible), but he’s pretty on the money with the rest of it.

Regardless, growing up we see Ron constantly hating on Percy along with the rest of the siblings. I’m sure Percy is obnoxious, and certainly full of himself after making prefect and head boy, but he’s very clearly even before Order of the Phoenix the Least Favorite Brother (TM).

Then the Weasley family completely ices him out for a) getting a very high ranking position very quickly as Fudge’s secretary and b) not being gung ho about Dumbledore saying crazy things in the paper. Remember that to Percy Harry is Ron’s weird friend who seems to get into highly illegal activities every other week. From Percy’s point of view, it’s probably a matter of time before Harry becomes a crack head in Knockturn Alley (or given how behind the times wizards tend to be, an opium den). 

He’s constantly getting Ron into not only trouble but life threatening situations, is erratic and apparently a parseltongue of all things, and now Harry’s flipped his lid and saying that Voldemort has been resurrected after having gone through a very traumatic experience of watching a classmate somehow die. 

While we see Percy kind of (sort of)  make up with the family it’s clear that for Percy to have any relation with these people he’s the one who will always, ALWAYS, have to come crawling back on his knees and begging for forgiveness. It’s the Weasley way or the highway and I imagine, at some point probably a little after/during that epilogue, Percy will just slowly drift away because it’s just not worth it anymore.

Percy’s very much the black sheep of the family.

Fred and George Weasley

You all are going to kill me, but I actually don’t care in the slightest about Fred and George Weasley. This is because they basically have no personality aside from “funny”. 

They just have their weird, tandem, twin act and are either playing jokes on the school or else serving as Deus ex Machina in giving Harry magical items such as the Marauder’s Map for no apparent reason. The plot told them it was time, I guess. 

Their jokes, while not as bad as Sirius and James’ “Let’s sexually harrass Severus Snape by pantsing and beating him at the edge of Hogwarts lake” or Sirius’ “Let’s get Snape eaten by a werewolf!” are still often needlessly cruel and... kind of pointless. They harass Slytherin house constantly just because they happen to be Slytherins, they’re acceptable victims (which of course makes house tension that much worse). Harry gets sent a toilet seat in the hospital because... that’s funny? Har de har? 

They’re so indistinguishable from one another I routinely see people mistake which one got his ear chopped off and which one died. Because the point is, that we can’t tell the difference! It doesn’t matter who lived and who died because all we know is that Freorge is dead! 

Similarly, you see tons of fics around where character of the day ends up in this weird twincestuous relationship with Fred and George and it’s not only for a) that delightful twincest but b) because they’re such a singular unit that any attempt to pair one with somebody else feels weird. So you just get these porn fics about Fred and George being weird rapey teenagers who seem like they’d be more interested dating each other. 

Charlie Weasley

I really have no thoughts on Charlie. He raises dragons in Romania, the family loves him. Now, dragon raising feels like one of the most dangerous jobs in the Harry Potter universe, like Charlie had just gone and signed up to be a lumberjack but he seems to like it?

We really don’t see much of Charlie, he’s just the obligatory older Weasley son so that the Weasleys can be this ridiculously large family.

Bill Weasley

We see slightly more of Bill, but again, not enough to really leave an impression. We know that his marrying Fleur sent Molly into a complete state, and that they’re going to have awkward Christmas dinners forever because of it where Fleur just sits there and pretends not to loathe every second of Molly’s presence while Molly notes how bad it is that Victoire got stuck with that ugly pink hair instead of the Weasley red. 

Bill doesn’t seem to really do anything about this. He still marries Fleur, but we don’t really see a major confrontation where he tells the family “Look, I’m marrying her, so grow up.” So, I imagine he just tries to smile pleasantly and tells Fleur to just endure it for another few hours. He loves his family, his family’s great, but they only have to see Fleur once a year at Christmas.

Ginny Weasley

Ginny is weird. She’s this weird, frankly, almost personality-less void whose sole obsession in life seems to be marrying Harry. She and Harry end up in the world’s weirdest relationship and I honestly have no idea how people ship it other than canon told them to.

Ginny’s... well, first off, she’s very much in love with an idea. She had always worshipped Harry Potter but then he personally saves her life in what was a horrifically traumatic year and so that feeling just grows even more. Despite being Ron’s sister, she barely seems to know Harry, and everything she seems to like about it are just things she made up.

I imagine her and Harry’s marriage will be littered with affairs on her end. Not divorce though, because Harry would never admit his wife is having affairs on him all the time even if someone directly confronted him. Harry also won’t admit he’s gay. 

More than though we get hints of a personality. Ginny’s a fiery red-head tomboy with a temper. But... Well, it’s only ever hints. She never felt like a real person to me. She has I think one throwaway line about the Chamber of Secrets incident and how it personally affected her. We’re told she’s great at the bat boogey hex so we know she’s a fiery independent woman.

She feels more like a character sheet than an actual person. 

Whenever she’s around I always had this nagging question in my head where I ask why Ginny’s here. She has a lot of potential but nothing’s ever done with her. And when something is, it’s to get her into this bizarre relationship with Harry where he imagines there’s a green rage monster in his chest that loves her skin.

Okay Harry, if you say so. 

TL;DR: The Weasleys aren’t evil or anything, I’m not on Team Bash Them All, but they are shortsighted, ordinary, people who don’t deserve to be worshipped as all that is good in this world.

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[just-a-quirkless-loser]

Invective Pain

Alpha Bakugou x F!Omega Reader

Words: 2.4k

Requested by: @goatsenpaiultimate

Hehe, sorry for the wait you guys. It’s been a rough few weeks for me. Also, the song ‘Butterfly’s Repose’ by Zabawa is amazing to listen to while you read this💜

Warnings: harsh language, Bakugou being an asshole, angst

“Get the fuck off me.”

“Alpha, please.”

“I said, get off. What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve been too clingy,” you prove his point and cling to his arm.

“I miss you,” you try to nuzzle his neck so he can scent you. With your wolf quirk, it was getting harder and harder to stay away from Bakugou for long periods of time. Your instincts were on hyperdrive, always wanting him within your reach so you knew he was safe.

“Don’t you understand what ‘no’ means?” Bakugou tenses up as you continue trying to climb his body. Due to his inability to express himself, he’s still not used to your affections.

“I can’t help it,” you ruffle your tail to prove your point.

“Well, try harder to help it.”

“But, alpha-“

“No, I’m sick and tired of your bullshit. As soon as I come home, you want to climb all over me. I can’t even take a fucking shower,” you hunch into yourself as you take a step away from him. Looking back on it, he did have a point. You could stand to at least allow him a few moments to himself before you bombard him. But, it’s just hard on you.

Because of your quirk, you’ve always been the type to cling to people and try to protect them. You miss your parents because you considered them to be your pack but, that all changed when you met Bakugou. After a few months of dating, you moved in with Bakugou (your inner Omega told you she’d love to start her own pack with him). However, it’s been a difficult transition.

Bakugou normally takes your clinginess in stride but, it’s been hard for him lately. All he wants to do is take you underneath him and nuzzle you and treat you like a queen. But, he’s been dealing with this case. It’s been stressing him out and he’s never been the type to deal with stress in a correct way.

“I’m sorry.”

“Fuck, I- FUCK! Omega. I just can’t keep doing this. You’re fucking annoying. This was a mistake. We shouldn’t have moved in together,” his words stung in your mind like a swarm of hornets, making you yelp in your mind. Although, no one would ever be able to tell your inner turmoil from the calm look on your face. Why does he have to tear you down with his words? What does he gain from your dissociation? Does it bring him satisfaction to win the argument? Even at the expense of your heart? The same heart he swore to protect when he chose you as a mate.

“I’m sorry,” and you don’t understand why. You just stand there with a blank expression, no longer feeling that your heart is safe in his hands. And, that is worse than losing an argument the two of you have.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. I’m tired of you sticking to my fucking side like a toddler. You’re always hovering over me. I need space,” you intend to give him all the space he needs. “Selfish extra.”

He doesn’t know what his words do to you as he goes to the room you share, bumping you out of his way. You want to cry, you want to chirp, you want to-to-die; without him-without your alpha- what is there to live for?

Your omega crawls to your heart, shriveling up like a raisin as if your soul has been sucked by a vacuum. You feel your heart drop; the first sign of Omega Depression and you don’t tell Katsuki. How can you?

He made it clear how bothersome you were in his life. You never meant to be a burden to him. All you wanted to do was love him and give him the love he lacked from his teenage years. But, it’s transparent that you’re not wanted by the person your soul has imprinted upon.

You sit on the couch, staring into nothingness. What did you do wrong? What was so wrong with wanting to love him? You feel weak. Maybe if Katsuki had someone stronger, someone who could take his invective words in stride, he’d be happier.

As you wallow in your own pain, Katsuki is upstairs taking a shower. Part of him feels relieved to finally have some space to himself and the other scolds him for what said; he barely remembers what he said to you exactly. All he knows that your face is blank so, he assumes it’s not too bad since you weren’t crying.

He walks out of the shower expecting to see you but, he’s greeted with an empty bed. He figures you just want space to be angry so, he lets you stay downstairs.

‘It’ll be fine tomorrow,’ it won’t. As he dozes off to that thought, you were downstairs stuck in your mind. It's your fault for always forgiving him after he’s verbally ruined you You just thought your love for him outweighed anything he said to you. But, your unconditional love has reached its limit.

You wait till he falls asleep before you break the facade (you still want him to get his sleep so he can wake up healthy tomorrow). You heave and whimper as you curl into a ball on the cold living room floor. You shake from the force of your tears, tears falling like rain in the spring. You’re trying to smile to stop the tears but, your mouth ends up in a horrible grimace as you silently berate yourself. Your hands scrape at your arms, nails taking patches of your skin as a way to distract your mind. You don’t sleep that night; you don’t sleep for any of the nights that follow.

When you hear your alpha’s alarm clock sound, you climb on the couch with your face smooshed to the cushions. Katsuki follows his nightly routine, not even checking to see if you’re okay. He just gets dressed for his patrol and leaves breakfast on the table for you, kissing your hair goodbye before he leaves out the door.

You’re once again crying as you just lay there. You don’t bother to call your job to notify them of your absence. If anything, you just lay there, your tail curled around your body as if it’s protecting you from the world.

You feel useless against your heart because you know you shouldn’t have allowed Bakugou’s temper to get to this point. You had suggested therapy and anger management to him many times but, he was persistent in telling you that he had it under control. You knew he thought seeking therapy was weak (as he thinks most things are weak) but, you just wanted him to think before he spoke.

You can tell that he’s tried to do better for you and you appreciate that but, it’s not enough anymore.

This was the last straw. Not because you still don’t love him but, because you’re now in your Omega’s Depression. It’s a fairly new phenomenon. The doctors warned Omegas and Alphas that their second genders could drive them into a comatose state if the genders were met with unfavorable conditions. Your omega has started the process and you can only hope that Katsuki figures that out before it’s too late.

At first, Bakugou didn’t think anything about your attitude. He just thought you were giving him space (which he hated. It feels weird to him to be alone when he was always with you and he’s too prideful to admit that) however, he knows something is wrong when you start to avoid him.

You don’t talk to him like you use to, you don’t cook his favorite spicy ramen anymore, hell, you don’t even come to bed anymore. It’s like two strangers living in the same house (well, roommates would be more accurate). And, he misses you.

“Why are you sleeping on that shitty couch?” He’s standing above you with his arms folded, head to the side so he can hide his blush. You don’t respond, dried tear stains on your cheeks.

“Not gonna answer? What you’re too good to speak to me?” He squats down to eye-level. His breath fans across your face, the smokey caramel of his scent bringing more tears to your eyes. “Omega?”

You still don’t answer. He takes that as you still being angry about the argument; he also notes the change in your scent.

“Tch,” he walks to the bedroom and comes back with a few blankets so he can make a small hammock beside the couch at your side. He slips into the covers, hand upon your waist so he can feel you. “Goodnight, Omega.”

The next day, you’re still in the same spot on the couch above him. He does his routine, this time spending longer at saying goodbye.

“I’ll be back, Omega. Cuddling wouldn’t be the worse thing when I get home,” you stare blankly.

“And, I put some of your favorite cookies on the table,” still nothing.

“I love you,” nothing. And, that’s how he knows that everything is wrong. He spends the day on patrol, withdrawn from his hero-work. All he can think about is that blank look in your eye, the stillness of your home, the taste of failure on his tongue.

‘I fucked up,’ he sure did.

He comes home and you're still in the same spot. He doesn’t even think you got up to use the bathroom. You’re the first thing he attends to when his boots cross the threshold.

“Omega, you need a bath,” you don’t move so he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom. Your body is sweating and that stench gets even worse. “Omega, I’m sorry.”

But, sorry doesn’t fix everything. Sorry is nothing when you truly hurt someone. Sorry is when someone feels obligated to correct their wrongs (not because they want to). Sorry is the Black Licorice of apologies.

“Have you gone to work?” No. He knows you haven’t but, he just wants you to talk to him. His alpha cries for his mate yet, she doesn’t respond. “Baby?”

The bath is spent in silence as you sag on him. His hand's card through your (h/c) hair, trying to release some of your tension. It’s such an intimate moment of him caressing your body as though you are a precious work of art. His lips latched onto the mating mark on the side of your neck, reminding you that he cares.

When he gets you out of the tub, he dries you with your favorite fluffy towel. His carmine eyes gaze at you adoringly from your navel, blonde hair resting against your belly. One in a while, he’ll kiss your legs and feet, silently showing how much he truly cares for you.

Night rolls around and you both follow the same routine as before; you’re laying on the couch and he’s laying beside you on the floor. You’re not eating and that terrifies him. Sadly, this goes on for another month. And, Katsuki is growing desperate to have his omega back.

“I allowed my anger to do this to her- to me-to us. And, now, I don’t know if I can help her anymore,” he joined an anger management group (which, coincidentally helped his public image as well) after he realized the argument caused the rift in your relationship.

And, you’re proud of him on the inside, even if you can’t show it. At least he’s trying but, your omega just turns a blind eye to his efforts. You commend Katsuki for not giving up though.

‘It must be hard trying to change and improve for someone and they don’t even acknowledge your existence,’ you do feel bad for him. It seems that your love does outweigh his words.

But, you’re dying. He knows it. You know it. It’s known. He just won’t accept it.

“Omega,” you’re unconscious. He came home from the weekly session to find you unresponsive (well, more unresponsive than what you’ve been). “Omega, fuck-please-I God I, please wake up.”


So, you’re at the hospital now. The antiseptic burns your sensitive nose as you’re propped up on the hospital bed, sheets crinkling under your body. The doctors told Bakugou that you didn’t really have long to live but, he just can’t allow you to go without trying his best to save you.

“Omega, please, look at me,” you look at him but, it’s like you’re not seeing him. Your eyes don’t have the shine they used to. “Omega, please.”

You can’t answer him. What if you said the wrong thing? You were clinging to life by a single strand of fiber, death clinging to your scent. You knew you couldn’t handle it if Katsuki’s words hurt you once more.

“Please, talk to me, yell at me. Hit me. Do anything,” you can’t. Your voice is stuck in your mind. “Get mad. Throw something. Spit on me! Push me away. Shit, anything. Please just please please pleaseeee, fucking, please. PLEASE I’M NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO BE WITHOUT YOU. Please stop looking like you want to die.”

“But, I do,” you hope he can understand.

“NO! NO NO! I FUCKING NEED YOU. I LOVE YOU,” he chokes on his words as he gathers your face in his hands. “I’m such a piece of shit. It takes you dying for me to realize how much I love you. But, I do. I love you so much it hurts. I can’t lose you.”

“Wipe your tears,” you brush your thumbs across his cheek to gather his tears. “I’m right here.”

“How can you love me still? Your will to live is fucking weak and it’s my fault! And, I’m sitting here asking you to hold on for me. You don’t even have to speak to me. Just stay here. I promise I’ll stay here with you. You can’t leave me.”

“Bakugou-“

“For fuck's sake, It’s Katsuki to you! I did this to you. I’m so sorry for what I said. I’m sorry for pushing you away when I felt I didn’t deserve your love. I’m sorry for making you feel the pain I felt all these years. I’m sorry for being a shitty alpha,” he cries in your lap as you pat his back. Your omega stores, crooning to help her alpha. You’re not dead; the future may look bleak but, you know it will finally bring you the love you longed for.

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Second Chances (Jang Hanseok)

Summary: Hanseok was spiraling and was starting to get paranoid as Vincenzo's plan began to unravel. Y/N, his best friend, gets hurt because of him and he never forgives himself.

Characters: Vincenzo x nurse!reader (platonic) Hanseo x nurse!reader (platonic), Hanseok x nurse!reader (platonic)

Requested by @letsnotcrytoday

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Sighing as you rest your head on the steering wheel, your phone chimed. You just finished your 12 hour shift in the hospital as a nurse and you felt tractor trailer ran over you. A scolding hot bath, a vibrating pad and a foot massage from Hanseok sounds like heaven right about now.

Speaking of Hanseok, he's been very distant lately. You've been best friends since junior high and you know each other like the back of your hands. But you haven't seen him so closed off before. It's almost as if he doesn't know who to trust. And it makes you wonder how he became that way.

Without pulling away from the steering wheel, you reach into your bag and take out your phone. You glance over at the phone to see a text from Hanseo saying, "He-." That's odd. Hanseo has been just as distant as Hanseok. Something doesnt feel fight. Was he trying to say "Help?"

You drive to Hanseo's office first but they said that he was out for the day. Then you drove to Hanseo's house and your heart bangs in your chest when you look through the window.

You see Hanseok walking around the house with a gun and Hanseo tied up in front of him. He looks to be bleeding from his head. There are two other people there, a woman and a man.

You don't want to see Jang Hanseok go to jail. He's not a bad man, he just made mistakes that led him down a terrible road. Your heart was shattered to pieces when you visited him in jail and saw him in those awful, beige jail clothes.

You can't see him there again. You grab your first aid kit from your glove box and shove it into your purse.

You slowly walk into the house and open the door, careful not to make any noise. You walk into the living room when you heard three gun shots. "Oh my God, Hanseok, what you-."

Another gun shot rings in your ears and a sharp pain struck your hand. You fall to the floor and cradle your hand against your chest to see a gaping hole in your palm.

Taking deep breaths, you look around the room to see the woman with a gun shot wound in her shoulder and Hanseo with multiple wounds in his chest. If you don't patch those up soon, he won't make it. You finally look up to see Hanseok looking at you with wide eyes. "Y/N, what are you doing here!"

The other man stands up and Hanseok pulls the trigger once again but the gun exerted a soft click. Hanseok looks at you with guilt and anger as the man rush toward him. Hanseok jumps off of the balcony and disappears. A soft whimper left your lips as blood spills from your hand and on to the floor.

You take some cloth from your purse and wrap your hand tightly to prevent any more blood loss. You wince as the pain intensifies and make your way to Hanseo, where the man was kneeling. "Can you help him?" He asks.

"I can try. Did you already call the ambulance?" "Yes," "Okay." You unbutton his shirt to get a better look at his wounds. He has a total of three wounds, luckily there are three people here.

You open the first aid kit and pressed gauze to his wounds, making him wince. "I'm alright," Hanseo says weakly. "No, you're not." You snap, angry at Hanseok for doing this to his brother. "I'm sorry, I j-" His hand comes up to touch your cheek. "You two were more like siblings to me than he was." He says.

"Stop talking and save your strength. Apply pressure to this one." You tell the man. "Miss, I know you're hurt but can you use the other arm to put pressure on his wounds? I'll tend to yours in a minute." You add. "Y/N, please. Let it run it's course." "No, I won't. You're going to live, you hear me?" you say, blinking away the years forming in your eyes.

"I don't want to live in fear anymore. I did good, right? Please tell me I did good." "You're going amazing, Han seo. I'm so proud of you." "P-proud?" More tears escape your eyes as you ease the pressure of his wounds and uncap 5 milligrams of morphine. You inject him with it and he sighs softly. "This should ease the pain enough for him.." you trail off.

"I'm so sorry, Han seo." You add, taking his hand into both of yours. He takes his last breath as you press a kiss to his forehead. Shaky breathes leave your lips and you wrap your arms around him. "I'm sorry for your loss, but can you please help my friend?" The man asks.

Wiping away your tears, you nod and made your way over to the woman.

**

It's 2 A.M. It's been five hours since you came home from the hospital and you didn't get a lick of sleep. What happened at Hanseo's house replays in your mind like some reoccurring nightmare. You wish it was a nightmare. One of your bestfriends was shot a killed by your other best friend.

Sniffling from crying about Hanseo's passing, you blow your nose a few times. That was when you hear a soft clank in your kitchen. Your nose flares with annoyance.

Whoever broke into your home was one unlucky son of bitch. You're feeling everyone emotion besides fear and you have a locked and loaded pistol in your drawer.

Taking the pistol into your hand, you take the safety off and slowly walk down the stairs. You lean your back against the wall next to the kitchen. "Whoever you are, you have five seconds to get the hell out or I'm putting five bullets in you." "Y/N?" You hear Hanseok say.

You step away from the wall and aim your gun at him, not caring about the searing pain of your hand wound opening up again. "Get the hell out," "Y/N, please. I.. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for any of thi-" "That was your brother, Hanseok! Your blood! And you killed him, because of what!"

"I had no choice! Vincenzo threatened to kill you if I didn't." You were at a loss for words. "Don't. Please don't turn your back on me. The whole world can but the minute that you do, then I'm a lost cause." He says, making your heart lurch in your chest.

You weren't aware that he was stepping closer to you until his hands were taking the gun out of yours. Putting on the safety, he tosses the gun on the couch. His gaze fixes on the gauze wrapped around your right hand. You put your hand behind your back. "It doesn't hurt that bad," you lie.

Still unsure of whether to believe him, you thought that it was best to sleep on it and talk to him about it in the morning. Your brain was physical exhausted from work and recent events.

"You can see yourself out," you add before turning around to go back to your room. He grabs your uninjured hand and pulled you into his chest. "You could have died, and it would have been at my hand. I'll never forgive myself for that." You chose not to say anything and listened to his heart racing in his chest.

"I didn't know it was you. My body reacted before my mind could register... I know you're pissed at me but please don't lose faith in me." He adds. "What were you thinking!" You push him away from you and slap him across the face. It wasn't until you heard a faint rip of your stitches that you realized it was with the injured hand.

A shriek of pain leaves your lips and you fall to floor, cradling your hand. He kneels down next to you and you both watch as blood seeps through the bandage. "Where's your first aid kit?" He asks. "Bathroom." Without a second thought, he lifts your into his hands and carries you into the bathroom.

He sets you on the counter and sets the first aid kit on the toilet lid. Slowly peeling off the gauze, he winces when he sees the wound. Guilt weighs on his eyes and he cleans around the wound on both sides before putting an antifungal cream.

He puts a large piece of gauze on both sides of the hand and uses a new wrap to intricately wrap the hand between each finger and the entire wrist.

He tucks away the loose end of the wrap and we both sigh in unison. "We have to get out of the country," "What the hell did you get yourself into, Hanseok? Why didn't you tell me sooner, I could have helped you." "No, you couldn't." He walks out of the bathroom and you jump off the counter to follow him until you heard him scream.

"Hanseok!" You rush out of the bathroom but a hand clamped around your mouth and felt a sharp prick on the side of your neck. You drop to the ground as black wisps cloud your vision and the last thing you saw was Hanseok being dragged away.

**

Gasping for you breath, you find yourself laying in your bed. What the hell? Was last night a dream? You look at your hand and remember Hanseok wrapping it after pulling your stiches. It wasn't a dream. Someone took Jang Hanseok.

You stand up from the bed and reach for your phone. You thought of Hanseo saying that he our a tracker in his brother's watches. You thought he was crazy but now you couldn't help but to thank him. You look up to the ceiling and say, "I'll make sure you get the justice you deserve, Hanseo."

Following the GPS, you stop in the middle of traffic when you see the man from Hanseo's apartment leaving the warehouse that the GPS led you. "He's the one that forced Hanseok to kill his own brother." You say to yourself. Your blood runs cold in your veins when you see blood splattered on his face and clothes.

Horns honk at you and you park on the side of the road and waited for the man to leave. You rush into the gravel road to park the car. Running as fast your legs can take you, you follow Hanseok's screams to a large room of the abandoned warehouse.

He's connected to some weird torture device that looks automatic. There is a drill that looks to be a half an inch inside his chest cavity. "Oh God," you say. "Y/N," he says weakly and you had sudden flashbacks to Hanseo dying. You couldn't loose another one, you refuse to.

You pull out a knife and pop open the circuit of the device and you cut the red wire which prevents the device from functioning. You're so glad you took that programming class in college.

You stick the sharp end into the crease and pushed the drill out of the device so it would stay in his chest. If you took out the drill now, he would bleed out in seconds.

What kind of monster would do this to another human being? You pull him to his feet and walk him down the stairs to get to the car. "Stay with me okay?" You say when you notice his eyes starting to close his eyes.

He looked terrible. His eyes looked sunken, his skin looked pale and lifeless and his lips were blood stained. When you find this guy, you're going to tear him a new one.

Going 80 on the highway, you were at the hospital in a blink of an eye. "Help! Someone help me please!" You yell as you drag him into the ER.

"Y/N, what happened to him?" Your coworker asked. You wait until he is on the gurney to say, "Someone was torturing him with a drill." You say flatly.

"What kind of sicko does that?" When you don't respond, she adds, "Right, sorry. Not time for jokes. I'll keep you posted." You nod and watch as she accompanies a doctor's taking him to the surgery floor.

Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.

#vincenzo #kdramafans #kdrama fanfic #vincenzo fic #nurse!reader #kdramas

[kanene-yaaay]

5 + 1 - [Part 1]

5 times Iida was tickled and the one he wasn’t

Kanene’s note: Not the best title I ever created but dfghjklhgfdfgh it’s what we have for today, folks! This is honestly just pure domestic, tickly fluff.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic with family tickles, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Iida with Ler!Aizawa. Iida is a baby and Aizawa is taking care of him while Tensei is away. Around 900 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* You are still here, don’t forget to be proud of yourself. Drink water, sleep, eat and love! 

[~*~]

A small, much weaker whimper than the others that painted the air on the last two minutes, escaped from Tenya as the baby dislodged his head from Aizawa’s chest, his attention starting to be caught by the colorful kid show played on the honestly gigantic television on the Living Room. His eyes were still shiny from the quick cry and his hands still held the adult’s shirt under his strong fingers. A reminiscent sniff escaped from him and made Shouta sigh, not unkindly, his fingers running on the soft blue hair in a comforting motion that led the boy to look at him, a pout resting on his face.

 “Hey, hey now, none of it.”  Aizawa cleaned the baby’s face with his sleeve, being sure to come back to the head scritches as soon as he was over. “See? It’s ok. Your brother will be back soon enough and then you can follow him around and clap every time he does as much as breath.” 

Iida tried to fit one of his fists on his mouth as response, his other hand shooting up to pat Shouta on the face, squeaking and pulling his fat fingers away when they touched his stumble, but being quick to come back to the pats a few seconds later, when his curiosity was renewed by the weird itchy sensation. Shouta bleped at him, which made the baby explode in giggles, babbling sounds escaping from his lips in between them.

 “Good to see that my existence amuses you.” Aizawa said in the most bored voice he could muster, trying to not feel too smug when the high pitched giggles continued a tad louder, pout now forgotten and erased. The fact that he didn’t need to do funny, silly faces to make Tenya laugh would be something which he would forever deny being the cause of the warm feeling blossoming on his soul. However, it would also be a hidden, strong weapon that he would always bring on Hizashi and Nemuri’s discussion of ‘Who is Tenya’s favorite Uncle/Aunt?’at every chance he got.

 “You know, only a few of my opponents had the nerve to laugh on my face.” Tenya kicked his small legs, gurgling sounds when Aizawa lightly poked his stomach. “No one of them survived to tell the tale. Do you think you have the skill that it takes to win?”

 The baby held his finger when the other went to poke his stomach again, more half babbles falling from his mouth, sounding almost as if scolding him. Aizawa hummed an “I see,” letting the smaller shake his hand and wiggle. Aizawa experimented a quick, tiny squeeze on the boy’s side, a true smirk taking over his features as Iida gasped, wiggling and scolding more fiercely, his other hand grabbing the previous free fingers of his other hand.

 “Ticklish?”

 He pretended to nod and hum as the younger talked what he imagined that was a very well and structured defense for a solid minute before the adult suddenly shoved his face on the pudgy tummy, proceeding to blow a loud raspberry and adjusting his hold on Iida as he shrieked in surprise, kicking his legs and laughing loud and freely, no coordination to try to push Aizawa’s face away as the adult smiled at the adorable reaction and continued to blow smaller raspberries, instead resuming his fight in squirming around with all his might.

 Shouta changed his technique to softly scribble his fingers on the boy ribs as a breather, snorting in amusement as Tenya squealed at every single move, giggles pouring from his happy smile as the fingers went from his sides to scratch at his neck, tease his ears, tickle his chin – which made him scrunch his neck and squeak in such a cute manner that definitely not melted his dark, obscure heart – and poke his sides in short and soft attacks, not wanting to overwhelm the baby.

 Iida squeaked, wiggled, yelped and swayed his limbs around even after the black haired adult stopped, resulting in a huff of amusement to come out from the other, who lightly rocked the mess of smiles and titters and rosy cheeks on his arms until his breaths calmed, combing his hair and making soft sounds to him while Tenya held his shirt on his fists, hiding his face on his chest one more time, gurgling baby talk at him in betrayal.

 “Yeah, yeah.” Aizawa laid on the couch, resting the younger one on him, speaking in a calm, yet amused tune. “I am a horrible, mean human and will have to fight to earn your forgiveness and love again.” Iida blew a raspberry at him and returned to his previous task of patting his face in a very clear and ruthless statement. “You put up a good fight, brat.”

 And he started to comb his hair strands again as the younger’s attention was captured by the television, eyes energetic and attentive to the forms moving on the screen, the tip of his tongue still poking outside and his chubby cheek squished, remembering the taller of a kitten and making him even softer, as if the whole high pitched giggles and sunny smiles and babbling nonsense haven’t already made an irreversible damage on his tough, cold façade.

 “Cute.” He huffed in faux frustration, thanking the Universe that none of his friends were slightly near to make fun of the care that showed on his kind gaze.

#Aizawa is soft for the Iida but can I blame him for it? No. I am also soft. #They are just so cute #Playful tickles #Light tickles #Lee!Iida #Ticklsih!Iida #Ler!Aizawa #Aizawa no- You can't- You can't adopt this one he already has a family- #Baby!Iida #bnha tickles #bnha tickling #Kanene's fanfic #Kanene's fic #5+1 fic #Part 1 #It's the shorter part cvghjkjhgfddfty #family tickles #raspberry #c u t e #<3333

[krreader]

waste it on me.

pairing: kim namjoon x reader fandom: bts warnings: sex ; language ; mentions of cheating genre: smut ; angst ; fluff word count: 1.5k+

summary: namjoon was willing to do everything in order to prove to you that yes, true love did exist.

a/n: it’s time for some namjoon stuff because our president deserves the attention and love. please enjoy this hun!!!

This.

This is what you two were good at.

Meaningless, yet glorious and satisfying sex for days with no strings attached that filled both of your needs until the next time you’d see each other again.

You didn’t really remember all the details on how it all started, that night was still blurry from all the alcohol that you’ve consumed because of what had previously happened. One second, you were staring at Namjoon and the next thing you remembered was being under him, moaning your lungs out while he made you forget.

You had been convinced from the start that it’d be nothing more than a one-night-stand, but even in your drunken state, you must have given him your number with a: “If you want to do this again, call me”.

And… he did.

And once you two were both sober and realised that the sex was still mind-blowing, you kept doing it. 

Again and again and again.

So here you were, sleeping with him yet another time, digging your nails in his back as he was pushing into you so deeply, filling you out to the brim. He moaned directly into your ear, telling you how good you felt and how beautiful you looked, before he settled for sucking on that very sensitive spot on your neck that always gave you goosebumps.

You didn’t know how many times you’ve done this now, probably over a hundred if not more. But Namjoon was good at making you forget and so were you.

When you entered that motel room, all that mattered was you two. Your bodies, your feelings and your desires. Past memories and future anxiety were left at the door.

And so were feelings.

Or so you had thought.

For the last couple of months, Namjoon had been acting weird. He had been making comments that made you snort, chuckle and often times, raise your eyebrows suspiciously.

Complimenting you during sex vs. complimenting you out of the blue, like how gorgeous you looked, telling you that you were really kind and smart.. these weren’t the kind of things you wanted to hear from him, because they gave off the impression that he was developing what you told him you never wanted.

Feelings.

“I just don’t get it,” he had said one night after yet another tumble, with you already getting dressed again after having washed up, “What are you so afraid of?”

“It’s not what I’m afraid of,” you said as you were buttoning up your jeans, “I just don’t think that feelings, let alone love, are worth my time.”

“How can you say that?” he sat up in bed, the blanket slipping down and revealing his naked chest, “Love is.. beautiful. It’s the best feeling in the world, it’s what makes us feel alive.”

“No, Namjoon,” you walked up to the bed just to put your hands on his cheek and suddenly it felt like you were lecturing a young child, “This, sex like we have it, is what makes me feel alive. So let’s keep it at that, okay?”

You thought that with that statement, you would erase any thoughts of him having feelings for you. That you had made it clear enough.

But you either needed it to be more direct or he just didn’t think what you were saying was the truth.

One day, he showed up with flowers and said it was simply because he thought you might need something to cheer you up. The next time, he played a song on his phone that he said he had written thinking about you and, no, it wasn’t about sex, it was about more than that. Another time he left earlier than you, but when you wanted to leave, you noticed a bag and inside the bag, was a box with a bracelet inside.

You didn’t want a sugar daddy, you didn’t want a boyfriend, you didn’t even want Namjoon to be a friend.

You didn’t need that.

You just needed to forget with him.

But now, with all that he was doing, he made you… question.

And that wasn’t good.

You arched your back when Namjoon hit your G-spot over and over again, riding on that wave of pleasure as he was picking up the speed, chasing his own orgasm.

And like so many times before, the two of you reached it in unison; you perfected that skill by now.

His body became limp as he laid on top of you, breathing heavily and his dick softening inside of you. Only that this time, unlike so many times before, you didn’t push him away.

You let him stay there, actually even tightened your arms around his body a little like you were a little scared he’d get up.

And of course he noticed. He knew you too well by now.

“You’ve changed,” he whispered, pushing himself up on his elbows as he looked directly into your eyes. He had thought about enjoying this moment and simply keep quiet, but he wanted to get through to you and find the root of the problem.

For a moment you wanted to be honest with him and finally lay out all the cards on the table, but then you snapped back out of it and finally pushed him off of you, the walls that you built coming back up.

But unlike before, instead of letting you go into the bathroom and letting you wash up, Namjoon grabbed your wrist and kept you in the bedroom.

“Whoever broke your heart before, I’m not them, you know?”

“What makes you think someone broke my heart?”

“Your opinion on love makes that rather obvious, sweetheart,” he sighed and slid to the edge of the bed, pulling you between his legs, “I’m not asking you to marry me, (Y/N). But you and me.. we’re good together. And I think we could be even better if we’d just.. let it happen.”

“No,” you tried to sound strong when saying it, but your resolve crumbled and has been for the past month, so it sounded extremely weak.

Because as much as you liked to tell yourself that Namjoon was just a sex partner, the compliments and support that he’s given you these last months opened something inside of you that you had thought you had locked forever after the last break-up.

Still, you tried to lie to yourself in order to protect yourself from further trauma.

You walked into the bathroom and washed up, then walked back into the bedroom and got dressed.

So Namjoon, thinking that he once again couldn’t do anything else but let you go, did the same. He went into the bathroom to shower, fully believing you’d be gone just like all the other times that he went into the shower and walked back out to an empty bedroom.

But when he walked back out in a bathrobe, you were still there. Sitting on the bed with your hands folded in your lap.

He didn’t say anything.

But you did.

“He had cheated on me a week before I met you at that party. We had dated for three years and he had told me every day that he loved me and wanted to marry me eventually. I had planned out my entire future with this person and he threw it all away in one night. He had said that it was a drunken mistake, cried and begged me to forgive him, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t forgive and I couldn’t forget. Every time I looked at him, I wanted to throw up, cry and run away to wallow in self-pity. The only time that I didn’t think about it was when I was with you that night. You made me forget and were my escape for the first couple of months, until it slowly got easier to get by. Still, I had promised myself to never love again, because no matter what a person says or does.. they will always let you down.”

Namjoon had listened and kept his distance, but now he sat down next to you, not touching you, because he wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do in that moment.

“Even if I wanted to give in, I can’t put that faith into someone again, Namjoon. I can’t waste my precious time on something like love… when love doesn’t even exist.”

“Then why are you looking at me like you’re trying to convince yourself when you say all that?”

Your eyes began to tear up, slowly shaking your head as your throat began to hurt from trying to keep the emotions in.

“I don’t know how..-“

Only now did he reach up to gently cup your face with his hand and catch a single tear falling out of your eye with his thumb.

“I don’t expect anything from you, I never have and I never will. No matter what you want, I will give it to you. I care about you, one way or the other. If you need time, I will give you that. If you need space, I will give you that too. And if you need me to prove that love does exist..-“ now he started to smile, “then I can do that.”

You tried to smile too and it worked surprisingly well when looking into the eyes of the man that had made you feel so good and safe these last couple of months.

“Well, there are certainly worse people to waste my time on.”

Neither of you knew if this would go any further than now at that moment, but when you fell forward in his arms and he caught you, holding you so close to him and so tightly, showing you that he was here for you and he was supporting you no matter what... it made you feel happy.

He made you feel cherished..

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