#you are one of my only sources of serotonin

[anantaru]

— rejecting his cuddles

including dan heng, jing yuan, gepard, blade x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, crack, we‘re evil

— dan heng

"nope!"

you quickly place your hands on top of dan heng‘s chest to swiftly push him away— although tied with an eased and playful shove, your boyfriend was still left baffled and most of all, supremely confused out of his damned mind.

primarily— since when did you ever reject a comforting, cozy cuddle from your pretty man the moment he rushes straight home to come and see you, principally spoil you with all the bundled up physical affection he could possibly channel and provide?

one hundred percent, never. in point of fact was it you instead who would hug him first afresh.

"oh— i‘m sorry." dan heng backs away, as to not cross any boundaries with you. his voice shakes and creaks in the back of his toughened throat. it doesn't take a genius to figure out that he in fact, did not expect to have such a hard time being rejected by you.

"s-so.. uh, yeah."

dan heng corrects himself— or lets work something out to express it differently, at least tries to spell out a follow up sentence because you actually managed to make him speechless, at loss of words with nothing more than arbitrarily prattles bubbling past the tip of his tongue and leaving his lips.

there‘s a punch of cold silence, stolen by a deep sigh from your irritated lover— one might think that dan heng strongly thought about what he had done wrong or if he messed up in some way. yes, the possibility on you playing tricks on him was always there but this time you really put in all your acting skills into this one moment, carving it to almost perfection.

"can— can i ask why?" he nervously whispers, deciding that there, nothing was as gruelling as not receiving a hug from his significant other, "i don't know, can you?" which unbeknownst to him, was playing a devilish play with all expenses falling flat on top of his shoulders.

you smirk, your body moving on its own as you suddenly shelter his body into your frame, "surprise! it's a prank!" and nuzzle yourself into his chest, cheeks flushed on top.

granted, his facial expression was hilarious, but you could only go that far before the man would suffer from a heart attack.

"you're unbelievable." dan heng rolls his eyes while leaning his head into your neck, his nostrils slightly flaring at the pocketed entry of your signature scent welcoming him at last.

"you still love me though."

— jing yuan

to wholly fool someone, precisely form their running thoughts anew, was it wishful thinking or actually possible? what an absorbing charge to partake in, you figured.

but despite that, you were awfully aware that someone as hellishly meticulous and careful to their surroundings such as jing yuan was without question to be an utmost arduous task to accept— yet, who were you to give up so easily?

your heart had been softly pounding with a minuscule increased pace signalizing your nervousness the minute your boyfriend unlocked the door to your shared home. if you had been honest to yourself, the following sequences that would normally happen work as followed— if you didn't decide to be a little evil today, they never change, you greet the man in addition to embracing him in a warm hug, point blank, and jing yuan unreservedly savored such implementing like no other.

the man sought after a soothing embracement all day long, he thinks about it, and when closes his eyes he imagines it too. it's a crucial source of serotonin to him and he requires it each night before passing out into a deep slumber with you by his side.

"i'm home, my love."

your ears point at the all too recognizable voice dotting a comforting timbre into the living room as you silently moved up from your seat to walk towards jing yuan who had made it his own personal duty to part his arms the second he sees you saunter towards him.

"hello, love." you greet him with a smile, your voice had been soft and actually managed to fool him for the short duration of your prank.

but then, "oh, no thank you!" you skillfully dodge his attempt to wrap his arms around you, waving your hand in between the awkward space of your bodies, shaking your head.

"excuse.. excuse me?" that's a little less confident than how jing yuan would for the most part articulate himself— to underscore his brilliant irritation, he cocks up a brow in disbelief.

but he's cautious, your darling— so don't be fooled, the man had a sharp and blazing eye on remote sections that might go unnoticed to other people, to the innocent faces and crowds, it was jing yuan who was keeping the control interlaced in the palm of his hand.

"hmm?"

you play the guiltless, in the clear significant other a little too well and you applaud yourself for your very own performance— at this rate it makes you wonder if you should have actually pursued a career in acting after all.

while your boyfriend was now feeling a sense of dread in his joints and limbs, the color of his eyes had gotten hidden by a dusty darkness.

"ah, i understand." he smiles, but the way he approaches you was almost tactical, and that grin on his face— on the outside, modest and upright while on the inside, it concealed a bristling confidence that yes, figuring you out was easier than he thought.

"that's okay." jing yuan walks past you, slow, each step echoing and slipping past your ears, his hand too, was listlessly tapping your shoulder once twice, as he made you turn around to face him again.

"i do not need it anymore." huh, for him to not even utter a single complaint, something, anything would do, really.

your lips pucker into a pout when you realized it‘s over, when you noticed that your boyfriend was getting way better at this, as if he had you wholly figured out from the very start— did you never stand a chance to fool him to begin with?

"ugh." you cross your arms around your body, "you knew from the start, didn‘t you?"

"of course i did, love." he breathes his words featherlight, but his smile stays strong regardless.

"i always do."

— gepard

in the beginning of your comical scheme, gepard was convinced you didn‘t want to hug him because he had just returned from training the new recruits of the silvermane guards and fair enough— he didn‘t have the chance to take a shower prior to returning to you.

yet, keep in mind, in any other instances you did not care about said fact, more so was it you who‘d practically hug him for hours on end and pepper him with kisses all over. being the mighty captain of the silvermane guards of beleborg not unexpectedly came with a tightly shut package of both it‘s very own positives and jarring negatives.

while the positives would greatly outweigh the stormy negatives by a tenfold, having limited free time to spend on each other would sometimes be a strenuous obstacle you can only manage together, as a team.

"i can shower right away." gepard panics, he didn't think it was possible for his body to sweat even more than earlier when he fought against the new recruits and your poor boyfriend curses himself underneath the warm racks of his fastened breathing on why he didn't manage to be in the bestest shape for you tonight.

he adds on, "don‘t move, i‘ll be right back!"

the sides of your mouth twitch in an amusing snort and you carry on to gnaw down on your bottom lip to suppress yet another wave of laughter, "oh, i think you‘re misunderstanding me." and step back just a little bit more to accentuate your evil plan and push your boyfriend over the edge for good.

"i don‘t want to hug you tonight." you raise your brows while scratching the back of your neck.

this sentence alone was like a sharp stab into the blonde's heart as he sets his eyes to meet your own.

"like at all." and you finish him off with an indirect blow right against his handsome features, "at— at all?"

if you were aware of one thing, it was that gepard never wasted any time to talk things out with you— basically being transparent and working together, "okay, baby'" he pauses, "listen to me." and almost squeals in sadness, placing both hands on top of your shoulders.

"if you're still sad i had to cancel our dinner the other time, i can try to figure something out—"

how adorable, you realise.

pinching his cheeks with your fingers, you smile, a shadow of intense guilt poking on your heart, "i’m sorry!" you yell, "everything is fine, i‘m sorry." and abruptly lean into his warm body, arms crossed around his chest as you sensed the upping beat of his heart underneath his ribcage.

gepard couldn’t believe you this time, truly, and lets his eyes fall close before sighing out— in relief but also a slight bit of annoyance written across the rest of his heavenly features.

"i‘ll get back at you for this."

— blade

"hmm, you sure darling?" he acts innocent that's for certain but blade’s next look on you, fuck, if you didn‘t know any better you would've sternly stated that it entirely formed into a menacing demeanor— stone cold and fierce as you felt it wash over your trembling skin.

a followed sharp click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth is all it took for you to whole-heartedly regret and loathe even considering to work out a prank against your boyfriend, at all.

"yes, i pass."

notwithstanding, you couldn‘t back away now, quite obviously would it blow up in your face with you becoming the pranked one instead. at this graven point the entire situation had already been in great favor of blade instead of you— the most plausible solution would be to somehow make it out as a winner regardless while your lover thoroughly found delight in engaging in those games with you.

"what a shame." he sighs and tilts his head to the right— pending his eyes from your lips to your legs and up, then approaching you a step closer so your cheeks could immediately sense his warm breathing.

"and here i thought my significant other actually liked me." and slowly whispers his finishing line against the shell of your ear while idly leaving it to his gravelly voice to place a shivering thunder-like sensation on your skin, in this cold your body welcomed the flames of your flustering frame, the furnacing warmth and the fuel this man was capable to inflict on you was ridiculous, but so did you work wonders on his psyche.

you knew your boyfriend, entirely— his sweet perceptions, his personal views and his virtually scary attention to detail for bodily responses of his usual targets.

"ugh, cut the crap blade." you roll your eyes at him playfully, laughing out a frustrated heave with a deep scowl on your lips.

"me?" blade dramatically places his hand on top of his chest, his mesmerizing eyes growing at the size of saucers, what a pain in the neck, literally.

"yes you."

despite everything, you, with the kindness of your heart, attempted to silently move forward to cuddle him, practically leaving your failed prank in the past while blade, in his radiating confidence, was swift to dodge you.

"no thanks." blade says sternly, "i‘m rejecting this hug."

how unwelcomely, indecently, annoyingly typical for your boyfriend to turn this entire malfunctioning situation upside down and play it into his very own favor.

if only he wasn‘t so breathtakingly handsome when he greeted you and presented his confidence so tastefully, smiled so prettily at you too, his shining whites and canines poking from under his lips and greatly accentuating the rest of his bewitching features while his large hands slowly ran up and down your shaking arms.

"tsk." you avert your gaze, not being certain if you're more embarrassed that you lost or that he beat you so effortlessly too, "you‘re unbelievable blade."

okay, hold on— even though you started this game, now witnessing it in a different perspective on how it would‘ve played out the other way around was a little frustrating, to say the least— while you also made sure that you‘re calling yourself out for that sprinkle bit of hypocrisy climbing up on you.

"i‘m unbelievably funny." he drawls back at you with a wink and kisses your forehead playfully— then your nose, which he found adorable and lastly your cheeks before gently trapping your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger to make you look at him, "and i have to put you in your place sometimes, you know?"

as he at last, conveniently pulls you into a warm hug, both smiling and laughing into the comfort of the situation.

2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

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[emsleyanbluejay]

*rattling the me* why is it no wrestling??!?!

#Blue Jay Chirps #i WANT to care about wresting i just Don’t #even switching to just indies stuff isn’t helping #i’m not angry anymore just don’t care #the Not Care about wrestling only kind of extends to my AUs? #like i don’t care about those either #but i *could* care if you know what i’m getting at #why did my brain decide that one of my only sources of serotonin is no longer interesting

[love-belle]

tujhe kitna chahne lage !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which the entire world is convinced that they do not like each other but it's actually quite the opposite.

or

for when they make you go crazy in a good way. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // lando norris x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - another desi!reader bc why the fuck not!!!!!! hope you like it, i love you so much <3

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[lazycats-stuff]

U know those adorable videos where big brothers are the most gentle and just keep picking up and kissing their baby sibling no matter if the baby was sleeping or not? I imagine babybatbro (triple B lol) will be napping next to Bruce in bed and then which ever batbro will come in and steal the baby with no explanation hehe, I'd like to see something like that with all 4 batbros please

Awww... My heart, my cold heart is melting slowly but surely... So much fluff...

Summary: (Y/N) loves to nap, but everyone keeps picking him up.

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, minor cursing,

Babies are wonderful little creatures. So cute, adorable, extremely cuddly, kind of defenseless, but one hell of a boost for serotonin. Babies were also a source of anxiety. Whenever (Y/N) cried, one of the boys or Bruce or Alfred would check on him and would gently shush him and try to figure out what was wrong with their little brother, son or grandson.

Usually it was easy, but sometimes it was a little bit more complex. No one ever said that raising a child is an easy feat. It's incredibly difficult, but also fulfilling at the same time. You get some incredible memories on the way and a nice cuddle bug who to a certain degree has a calming effect on you.

Of course, while the baby is calm and sleeping.

Speaking of sleeping, (Y/N) loved to nap. Whenever he could nap, he would. Public, home... It does not matter where they were, (Y/N) would nap. Even when the press was around and was loud, if it was nap time, (Y/N) was out cold. It was funny to see it and nothing but hunger or a soiled diaper would wake him up.

More importantly, the little bat or little shit if you ask Jason, loved to sleep next to someone in bed. And considering the fact that every member of the family needed a nap, (Y/N) was a perfect person to nap with. Some said that (Y/N) was like a cat. You know, eat on time, sleep on time...

Almost like a little kitten almost.

And when (Y/N) was asleep and cuddling with someone, those who weren't napping would take the little baby. At this point, they only used nicknames like little bat or kitten.

Now, back to the napping situation.

Whenever (Y/N) was napping with someone, the others would just take the little baby into their own arms and slowly move away from the original napping person. Yes, it may sound confusing.

For example, if (Y/N) and Bruce were napping, Jason would come in, sneakily take (Y/N) into his arms, gently of course.

The first time anything like that happened, Bruce was napping with (Y/N), in Bruce's room. It was quiet and Jason wanted to see his little brother. So what does on do to go get his little brother? He sneaks into Bruce's room and ever so quietly takes the napping baby into his arms and slowly sneaks out of the room to go to his own room.

When Bruce woke up he looked for his son. He found him with Jason after 10 minutes of searching. Jason simply waved at him while (Y/N) was slowly waking up in his arms. Bruce just sighed and left to get some coffee.

Jason chuckled quietly and cuddled his baby brother who was waking up, slowly cooing and squirming in Jason's arms and Jason nearly puked from the atomic bomb that (Y/N) has dropped at the moment in his diaper.

" Oh you cheeky little- " Jason cut himself off with a gag before going to (Y/N)'s room to change the diaper and not die from the smell. He gagged as he undid the diaper and threw it in the trash. He is weak. He is Red Hood, but he is weak. However, this could be considered as a bio weapon.

Jason cleaned (Y/N) up, who was wiggling his legs and giggling. Jason smiled and then put on a clean onesie and then took him into his arms.

The second time that taking a napping little baby happened was when Jason was napping with (Y/N). He was sleeping in his room, his brother in his arms. And who dares to disturb them? Damian. He wanted to spend time with his little brother.

So what does Damian do?

After a second of planning he sneaks in and ever so gently takes his little baby brother into his arms, shushing him gently in Arabic when he started fussing. Then, Damian, slowly made his way to his room, gently humming to him to keep him quiet.

Once in his room, Damian started cooing to (Y/N) in Arabic. Yes, Damian has said to Bruce that (Y/N) should know Arabic. It's a language worth knowing, what can he say?

Once Jason woke up, he was pissed. Whoever took (Y/N) was a bastard. He grumbled as he started looking for his baby brother. He glared when he entered Damian's room. And more so when he saw Damian smirking, in the condescending way.

" You are weak Todd. What if I was a burglar? "

Damian was lucky that (Y/N) was in his arms.

Third time when it happened was when Tim took (Y/N) from Dick. Dick was sleeping on the couch, which was outstretched so it could accommodate Dick and (Y/N). It was a nice, rainy afternoon, perfect for a little nap with a little, warm and cuddly baby.

So that's what Dick did.

He took his little brother into his arms, laid him on a couch, covered him with a blanket and closed his eyes. He put his arm over his brother and fell asleep quickly. It was nice to fall asleep with his little brother and the sound of rain falling.

Well, it was nice until Tim popped into the living room.

Tim also wanted to have his brother in his arms. Everyone hogs the poor baby and Tim needs to make sure that he has his time with the baby too. Tim ever so gently picked his little brother up and left to his room. But not before leaving Dick a note saying where (Y/N) is.

When Dick woke up, confused as to where his baby brother is. Safe to say, he wasn't a happy camper when he saw what has happened. More so at the note. He just grumbled and went back to napping.

And the fourth time when (Y/N) was 'kidnapped' was when Dick took (Y/N) from Tim. The two fell asleep while they were watching a movie. And Dick, very gently took his brother into his arms, happy to have his brother back.

And once of the best things about (Y/N)?

He could sleep through anything as he was a heavy sleeper. He rarely ever made a sound while he was sleeping. So Dick took his brother back into his arms and simply left. And without a note even. Dick laughed in his room afterwards, happy to take his revenge.

This was all some revenge, but not a vicious cycle by any means. It was nice, fluffy, harmless revenge. (Y/N) was happy to be cuddled and held, especially during napping. And if it was a competition between the brothers...

Oh well.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #nightwing x male reader #tim drake x male reader #red robin x male reader #damian wayne x male reader #robin x male reader #batfamily

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

your stories with Fem reader are my biggest source of serotonin and self esteem I literally spend hours rereading them 🙏🏽

could you do one with a reader who has tattoos?

the scenario I imagine is reader always wears 100% covered clothes (pants or skirts and tights) none of the boys really care about this because it could be a religious reason or just because reader doesn't like it

but at some point when reader is alone, they decides to take a dip in the school's pool (I don't know if there is one but I remember seeing official bathing suit artwork so it probably is) it turns out that's exactly when the dorms get together for some activity and see reader with bathing suit and all sampling tattoos. it would be even cooler if reader coincidentally had tattoos that represent each dorm or some symbol that represents their favorite villain

could it be with the dorm leaders?

Tattoos Revealed | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

While I don’t think they have a swimming pool,  I know Kalim can make one! And what better time for them to see your Disney villain tattoos. Granted it’ll be awkward explaining how you know the great seven from your world. When they ask you might omit the detail of how you’re world considers them villains instead making up something arbitrary. But no worries even without a concrete reason they’re wonderfully enjoying the skin your flashing:

Riddle Rosehearts 

A decorative heart with a familiar crown 

He tilts his head 

After a series of looking back at you with a firestarting blush

He finally gains the guts to look at you

And not the skin you’ve left uncovered

“T-that tattoo…it looks similar to the insignia of the Heartslabyul…could you have perhaps gotten it while you were staying here? I didn’t think you had the funds to pull that off…How’d you pull it off without me seeing?”

You chuckle as you give an excuse

“Well I’ve always loved her finesse especially in the live-action!” 

So you put things you care about…on your body?

Even the hidden parts?

He was never allowed to think positively about tattoos 

let alone possibly getting one

And in that regard it was a symbol of your forbidden allure

He wondered blushing red in the Scarabia sun what it would take to put him on you

“What would it take to put a tattoo of me on you? I mean your tattoos are…nice. Have you thought about adding more?”

Leona Kingscholar

Spots the familiar outline of Scar with an amused gaze

He doesn’t hesitate to run his fingers on it

Delighting in your embarrassed reaction he’s smirking endlessly

“Awfully presumptuous for an herbivore to just mark herself like this. Almost like you’re asking to be claimed by me right off the bat.”

It doesn’t matter all that much why you have it, he’s just happy you already know who you belong to

Granted he understands the ambiguity of the symbol

But he’s more than happy to make some marks of his own

And if you weren’t so insistent on being his prey he’ll save you the embarrassment of doing it now

“Don’t be such a baby, I’m sure a tooth prick isn’t nearly as painful as getting a tattoo. So buck up.”

Azul Ashengrotto

He’s in awe of your confidence 

Not only in wearing your bathing suit but flexing the octopus tentacles clutching the shell necklace

“Y-you look dvine great I mean you always do–ugh just I like your tattoo!”

He gets all flustered when your eyes turn to him anyway

He has his suspicions about how you got that or why

And if he’s feeling confident he’ll ask 

Only to recognize your deflection

He rationalizes…that you must be destined for one another

As embarrassing as that is he can’t think of anything else

Other than the horrifying likeness to some other mer-octopus

Embarrassment aside he’s going to be the only one who has a chance with you

“Oh my (Y/n)? Are you implying something about the two of us? If so I’m already on board”

Kalim Al Asim

The familiar viper has him preening with pride

He already considers you destined for each other

This just confirms it

“(Y/n)! I love your tattoo!”

“Kalim back up your practically on top of her!”

He doesn’t care for space

Specifically your space

So he’ll getclose enough, nose nearly touching to look at it

He thinks the very pores of your skin as the most beautiful 

And even if you didn’t have tattoos he couldn’t be more enamored

“Please let me touch (Y/n) I just want to touch just a little! Please!”

Idia Shroud

He’s already floored that your in a bathing suit

Its just too much for his virgin-otaku-brain 

How cool! 

You have a blue flame tattoo and he couldn’t be happier that he has that trait

“Whoa (Y/n)! To think the love-interest would have so many layers? I realize there’s more I have to dig up.”

If he doesn’t already know about the intimate image

He feels inadequate…that he didn’t know about sooner

So he might just get one to match yours

That is if he doesn’t have plans to remove it

“Blue flame from my family? Lame! I’ll sooner print my username instead…hehehe that’s a really good idea, me!”

Malleus Draconia

He has a…mixed reaction

On one hand, I’m sure he’s been informed of different cultures marking their bodies

And that’s probably not what he’s mad about

But he’s livid that its not directly about him

“That’s an interesting marking…who gave it to you?”

Why would he want you sporting a tattoo representative of his grandmother

And while he thinks its great that you idolize her

He doesn’t want you sporting it

So if you wake up with no tattoo at all

Or a tattoo with his name

Or (Y/n) X Malleus

Or Malleus Draconia’s Mate

“Oh its a shame that such a thing has happened. Come, I can imprint something I have from my memory. This is not what was there? I do not recall, this is exactly how I remember it to be.”

#yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere riddle roseheart x reader #yandere riddle x reader #yandere riddle #yandere vil x reader #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere vil twst #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul twst #yandere azul x reader #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus #yandere malleus x reader #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst x reader #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia shroud x reader #yandere kalim al asim #yandere kalim twst #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yandere leona kingscholar x reader #yandere leona x reader #yandere leona kinsscholar #yandere leona kingscholar

[fromabasementonthehilll]

Hello! Can I ask for Nat x Fem reader? They are in the wilderness and Nat is the antler queen, just showering her pretty girl with love and protecting her. I NEED HER SO BAD SHES MY DAILY SEROTONIN SOURCE🥺 and maybe R tells Nat that she was and always will be her queen? Thanks xoxo

Antlers

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: ‏‏‎Natalie had been crowned, you ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‏‏‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎‏‏‏‏‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‏‏‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎unknowingly drifted apart, though not for ‏‏‏‏‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‏‏‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‏‏‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‏‏‎‎‎‏‏‎‏‏‏‏‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎long.

Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio x reader

Warnings: ...

note: sorry if it's a bit short, I ran out of ideas by the end 🫠

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The wilderness had concord with its choice. You watched in disbelief, the crowning of your adored Natalie. Though the secretive disappointment from everyone had been evident, they eventually rested with the fact that they hadn't been chosen, and they kneeled. They kneeled willingly, enlivened to capitulate beneath her reign, and so did you. Gazing up at her with surrender in your eyes, you took her hand into yours, kissing it softly, your vulnerable eyes never leaving hers as she watched you with adoration.

-

The worship Natalie was rewarded with by everyone after the crowning was sickening, you knew it had to happen, and she deserved it - but vigilance lingered in you. All of a sudden she was surrounded in a craze of devotion, her time for you had seemingly dissipated and you were left stranded, your anger was a poison to yourself, and your submission to her wasn't an alliance with the rest. Natalie caught onto your dissonance, she had bathed in gifts and admiration from others, distracting her from you, and she regretted it.

Most of your time was spent either talking to Lottie, who was one of the only people you still got along with after everything went down hill, or you would sit in the attic with your sketchbook - drawing whatever came to mind. They were dull, insubstantial days. Natalie watched you from afar, glory overwhelming her with guilt. She knew exactly how you felt - as if she could feel the everlasting ache in your bones, so as you sat in the attic as usual, coming to terms with the new situation that made you admittedly uneasy, Natalie had decided to talk to you.

"(y/n)?" Natalie's tone stayed in the air for a moment as you sat with your sketchbook.

"Hey, Nat." It felt wrong to greet her so casually, after all, she was the Antler Queen, you had to show her respect.

"Look I'm sorry, I'm not ignoring you I promise." Her eyes faltered to the ground with a hangdog look, then back up at your sorrowful face. She'd act careful around you lately, breaking the spirit of her title as queen, and you desperately wanted to know why. "What are you sorry for? You didn't do anything," Your voice diminished slightly, admitting to yourself she really had no choice, the wilderness had crowned her and you acknowledged it. "I just need you right now, Natalie." You finished.

"I know."

Her steps were silent, as was the cold night that gnawed into your skin, though you felt it waver into thin air as she sat before you. Her eyes presided you, you fell victim to her power yet again. The look that survived amongst your and her eyes was like a dagger, a numbing to the pain you endured ever since the plane had crashed. Her caressing hands fell onto your face, a smile bringing sunshine to her otherwise despondent expression, "I really missed you (y/n)," she brazened the heavy moment with her shaky words, "I love you, you know that right?"

You just stared at her, letting her voice and words fall into your bleeding heart. It was days since she had said that, weeks, even. All you wanted was to sink into her, to fill the emptiness that was eating you alive, and so you did.

You leaned in, wintry hands finding hers. The passion that stripped you of your defence was dangerously alleviating, and she had been starved of you. Yearning for the taste of you; she pushed in, backing you against the raw oak wall with her brutal lips. You felt her young aching smile amongst her eager movement, and the crucifixion of your suffering had died in tranquility along with your doubts.

-

There were so many unsaid words floating around you and Natalie, but they were told with her actions toward you. It was different than before, this time she had an unspoken power over you, it was a dynamic you didn't question, though.

It allowed her to keep you from harm, your distaste to most of the others was made translucent to her, and she would take it upon herself to regularly check up on you, making sure you weren't upset, that you weren't hurt by anyone - she swore to keep you safe, cradled in her protection.

You'd often overhear people mutter cruel words, that you were selfish and sucked up to Natalie, once Natalie had come up to, "Are you okay?" She asked, rubbing your back as you sat on the porch, cold and hopeless, "I'm scared Nat, I cant do this anymore, it's too hard." She softly looked at you, as if she could look right through the winter snow and into your heart. She kissed you, reminding you of her restless love for you, and you believed everything would suffice, though just a moment later you realised that you hadn't noticed Tai, spitefully spitting her words out to Van, "Who does she think she is? She isn't entitled to any of this." It was a relief that merely the two saw you and Natalie.

You should've been hated there, the way she would treat you so delicately unlike the others.

-

One night you were making out in the attic, she seemed hesitant but wouldn't admit it - eventually she pulled away, giving you a melancholic look. "What's wrong?" Your face began slowly imitating hers, "Nothing, I guess, I mean I don't know." Stammering her words more than you'd ever seen before. "I just don't feel like I'm supposed to, (y/n). I know that I'm meant to like this, and it felt right at first but now it's just... off." Natalie crossed her arms shyly, backing away from you. "What's off?", you wished you could comfort her more, she was obviously disturbed, but your mind went to all the wrong things, to the point where you felt like breaking down.

"I don't feel like a 'queen', at all. I cant keep up this act, It's like I'm incompetent or something, I cant live up to my title, I don't want to disappoint anyone anymore." Her lips quivered with every sentence she spoke, your eyes traced her face gently while she gave you a glance of shame.

It felt like you could see the reflection of her soul in her eyes, like her skull was open and her heart was beating out of her chest.

"You haven't disappointed anyone, Natalie. Do you know how much everyone adores you?"

"But, do you?"

Her words felt like nails on a chalkboard, moonbeams shined onto her cruelly honest expression. How could she even ask you that? Were you that irresponsible that you had forgotten about her? It didn't make any sense to you, none of it did.

"Of course I do, more than anyone in the world," Your voice breaking into a heartful whisper.

"You'll always be my queen, Natalie."

Her mind seemed to leave the gut wrenching thoughts, she just looked at you with her newly hopeful eyes, shoulders falling back down into ease, you beamed helplessly as you watched her relax into your words; she couldn't help but love your smile. "You're gorgeous, (y/n)." Everything felt right, you spent the moment in silence, the kind of silence that only felt comfortable with her.

She didn't gratify the love she had for you to anybody else, it was just for you.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #nat x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #yellowjackets oneshot

[candyk0rn]

hi hi hi!! i just read your bg3 headcannons and the way you write astarion and gale is so on brand!! i love the way you write! its a follow for me :> my older sister is the one who is into bg3 (i only know basically everything due to her rambles LMAO) and i read them out loud with her listening while she did her laundry and she loved them sm! thanks for being the source of my sister's serotonin

i also saw that your requests are open, and my older sister would like to make a request :)) she was wondering if you could write wedding planning/wedding ceremony headcannons for the characters?! She was so sad she didn't get to see any wedding related scenes with Gale after the game events ;-;

Wedding preparations-BG3

I’m literally going to cry that’s one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me 😭 I’m so happy your sister and yourself like my writing so much, it gives me so so so much joy that you both enjoy it. Also I agree, Larian Studios should add a wedding dlc or something 🙏🏻 (Also since you weren’t exactly specific, I’ll do Astarion and Gale because it sounds like those are your favs!!)

Before reading: Fluff, gn reader, Astarion x reader, Gale x reader

Astarion:

After his journey with you and the other companions, he’s sure that he wants to spend eternity with you

He’s never thought of romance, he wasn’t able to when he was a slave to Cazador

But now that he’s free, and now that he’s with you, he’s sure that he shall never love again if he loses you

You’re the one who has to actually bring up the thought of marriage,

He knows he will forever stay with you wether you marry or not

He lets you do all of the planning, as long as he gets to pick the guests

He doesn’t want anything too extravagant, shockingly

Just you, your eternal bond, and your closest companions

That’s all he really wants for a ceremony

He doesn’t ask for much, because he’s never put any thought on marriage or anything like that

He asks you if it’s alright to take your surname, for he wishes to part with his old life and start anew with you at his side

Planning is easy with him around, but expect him to jokingly complain here and there lol

Gale:

Bro has never been more sure of anything in his life

He wanted to marry you the moment he laid his eyes on you

After your long, dangerous journey rehearsing the Absolute, he makes it his mission to propose to you

He just wants to take you back to Waterdeep, have you meet his mother, and finally settle down

He’s been through so much, a comfortable life with you would have him die a happy man

When it comes to the actual planning, he would like to keep everything equal

As long as you agree with everything, he’s happy. (and vice versa)

Like Astarion, he doesn’t want anything over the top or extremely fancy

A simple, fun wedding with the traditional dancing and close friends and family is all he really wants in a ceremony like this one

Also you cannot convince me he doesn’t bring Tara (his cat) to the wedding omg

He just wants to make this day special for the both of you

It’s a day he shall never forget, after all

Thanks for reading!

#x reader #fanfic #fyp #candyk0rn #Baldurs Gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 x reader #bg3 astarion #bg3 Gale #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x reader #gale x reader #baldurs gate gale #fluff

[kinnporsche]

hey guys, long time no kinn & porsche fic rec list! i miss these two so much it’s not even remotely funny. as always, this list is ordered according to length (from longest to shortest), and each fic is by a different author (to share the love)! all fics that are not yet complete have been marked with (wip). lastly, make sure to read the tags, and show the authors some love! god bless y’all for my daily allotment of serotonin.  [part 8/?]

— the empty crown by rainbowcolored7 – explicit / 106.3k words (wip)

Porsche was destined to rule his kingdom, but the throne and his family were taken from him, forcing him and his brother into hiding.

Kinn chose to rule to save his family from the untouchable threat of the Council who strictly guard the power of the Source.

When their worlds collide, everything changes. Hidden plans tumble into motion, enemies become allies and, above all, love conquers.

— you were there, written in my stars by bleakyblues – explicit / 70.5k words (wip)

Kinn is your everyday, ordinary guy. Well, as ordinary as the heir to the country’s underworld can be. But the point still stands. Kinn goes to school, helps his Pa with his work, hangs out with his friends and has a huge crush on his ‘good friend’ whom he is ‘not-dating’ (yet).

Enter Porsche Pachara Kittisawat with all the grace and stubbornness of a class five hurricane. And Kinn is lost, lost, lost... caught up in the winds never to emerge again.

— freedom is a sound/pleasure is a right ‘series by baby_droll – explicit / 31k words

Kinn stares at him, and then up at the ceiling, and then back at Porsche.

“Have you considered being professional even a day in your life,” he says, sitting back down in his desk chair and rolling away enough to get some space, “I mean really and truly, do you know what it looks like, barging into my office,” Porsche cuts him off, mouthing along to his spiel, mainly because he’s heard it before, “sitting on my desk, interrupting meetings, and acting like, Porsche, people are going to think things, things you and your shiny visa can’t afford to have them thinking. things that me and my giant internship program can’t afford for them to think—”

(Or: Kinn and Porsche meet, kiss, fall in love. Only one problem—Kinn is his PhD advisor, and there’s more than a few rules about them being together.)

— the bachelor by blue_grama – mature / 25.9k words

It’s Pete who explains, the next morning over breakfast, because of course the news has spread all over the compound. “Haven’t you ever watched a mob movie?” He asks Porsche, gesticulating with a spoon. “They have all the money they could ever need, but they can never get respectability. The old-money types look down on them. The new-money types take their bribes, but they don’t let them into the inner circle. This is public relations.”

“A kinder, gentler mob?” Porsche laughs. “Come on.”

“They’ll use it to look nonthreatening, highlight the legitimate businesses, that sort of thing,” Pete says. He lowers his voice. “Everyone knows the Theerapanyakuls are dirty, but if they’re on television, how dirty can they be, right? And… I don’t know, but Khun Korn is strange about Khun Kinn’s love life. Maybe he’s trying to keep him in line somehow.”

— i’m not a saint, but i pay like a sinner by haeseolar – explicit / 25.4k words

“I’m not sure how a lowly human like you called me, but here I am,” His voice is deep, but not gruff or harsh like he was expecting. Porsche doesn’t have many preconceptions about demons as a whole, but everything he holds is being completely turned upside down and thrown out the window.

“Who are you?” Porsche croaks out, somehow finding his voice.

The demon’s eyes sharpen as he speaks, the slitted black pupils contracting and opening again like a cat’s. It’s just as fascinating as it is unnerving.

“You’re the one that called my name,” He shrugs, gesturing around the room flippantly.

“Anakinn,” Porsche says, the name rolling off his tongue smoothly. “You’re Anakinn.”

— scale and bone by ahdriking – explicit / 25.2k words (wip)

Fairy tales aren’t real. There are no happy endings. These are the truths Kinn knows.

Ever since stepping into power, Kinn has been suspicious of the Russians—led by Mikhail Alexeyev—operating in Bangkok, suspecting them of stealing from him. He sends Kim to investigate, and the truth turns out to be much worse than his initial fears. He resolves to destroy them, even at the risk of all out war; he can do no less if he wants to avoid appearing weak.

It starts with reconnaissance at Alexeyev’s party, an event promising a ‘grand spectacle.’ Kinn is expecting something appropriately depraved, suitable for the Russian mobster and his tastes, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of what Alexeyev has been hiding. Nothing could have prepared him for the way it will change his life forever.

Because fairy tales aren’t real.

Until they are.

— moonchild (we’re born in the moonlight) by wicca – explicit / 24.1k words

“Let me walk you home, then,” Kinn offers, recalling the recent accidents and all the superstitions he’d heard about the forest ever since he was a boy. “Even if you live close by, these woods can get dangerous. You should always get home before nightfall.”

“Trust me,” Porsche smiles, teeth sharp and brown eyes glittering an almost golden hue under the late afternoon light. “I’ll be fine.”

He lets Kinn walk him home anyway.

— desire is so different when god bore you hungry ‘series by captainkit – explicit / 20.6k words

“Let’s get out of here,” whispered Kinn. His eyes were so very kind. Porsche wanted to keel over with the hunger gnawing at his bones. The kindness in his eyes made him ache a little more.

“Okay,” he whispered back.

Starvation was an old friend of Porsche’s.

— force of attraction by nuwildcat – explicit / 14.3k words

Gravity (noun): the universal force of attraction acting between all matter.

Porsche never was the best student in school. She’ll be the first to admit that hands on lessons were always the ones that best made things ‘stick’ for her.

Porsche isn’t certain she wants to know whatever lesson Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul is trying to teach her. The problem is, resisting Kinn is like trying to stop a force of nature: impossible.

— if i go too far by p1n3appl3_p3n – explicit / 13.9k words

Kinn and Porsche are friends that fuck, and it’s totally fine until it isn’t.

— red-handed by martynax – explicit / 12.3k words

“Hello, gentlemen,” Porsche finally manages to find his voice and is proud of himself that he comes off as cool and collected. He doesn’t really feel like it, but as long as no one is pointing a gun at him, he can roll with whatever. He’s good at bullshitting his way out of tough situations. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The corner of the stranger’s mouth ticks up in amusement, eyes taking in Porsche’s silhouette. It’s a slow once-over that makes Porsche’s skin tingle.

The stranger takes a slow sip of the whiskey, tipping the glass elegantly and smacks his lips after he swallows. “It’s not bad.”

“Want a refill?” Porsche proposes, waving his hand at the almost empty tumbler while he slowly starts approaching the couch. He feels awkward just standing there. The two guys in black suits tense up, but make no move to stop him. Not giving his unwelcome guest time to answer, he adds, “I’ll do you one better, I make a mean cocktail. How about I make you one?”

“Such a kind host,” the man muses, titling his head as he observes Porsche. “Do your best, little thief.”

— all of me (is all for you) by kurtstiel – explicit / 10k words

The water has saturated Porsche’s white shirt completely, soaking through the vest beneath. The translucent material clings obscenely to the swell of his pecs. His nipples are clearly visible through the sheer material, hard and pebbled, with the unmistakable shape of the metal barbells pierced either side of them.

Porsche’s head jerks up to check if he can still hide them from Kinn, but it’s already too late. Kinn is standing across the room, staring in Porsche’s direction, entire body coiled tight like a spring.

(Or: While Kinn is away on a business trip, Porsche gets his nipples pierced as a surprise for their anniversary. Kinn comes home earlier than Porsche expected.) 

— whatever else that touches you by technicallyverycowboy – explicit / 9.4k words

“No, it’s fine.” Porsche shifts to be a little less plastered against Kinn’s side, straightens his shoulders and smooths out his jacket with great dignity. “The answer to your question is yes, I have really never been with any other men.”

(Or: Porsche answers questions, asks some of his own, tries new things, and fills in the knowledge gaps of his own sexuality.)

— i’ve been waiting for you, to slip back in bed by dearsidewalk – explicit / 5.5k words

Porsche is sound asleep on their bed, the cityscape casting a soft, warm glow against his skin, dipping and arching with his silhouette. Kinn sags, hands falling to his side, but that itch hasn’t faded—that heaviness in his chest, stomach, and throat multiplies, malignant and spreading, and in a blink of an eye, he’s at Porsche’s side.

— the sweetest thing on this side of hell by butterflylungs – explicit / 3.3k words

Being vulnerable with Kinn is always a dangerous game: she never knows when it’s going to be thrown in her face. After the forest, she thought—well. But Kinn had given her to Vegas, cold and stone-faced from her perch on the couch, still attached to an IV line after taking a fucking bullet for her.

#kinnporschsource #kinnporsche: the series #kinnporsche #kinn x porsche #fic rec #leila.txt #text #leave some kudos!

[f10werfae]

Chris Evans Dad Scenarios #4

Pairing: Husband!Dad! Chris x Mom! Reader

Warnings: tiniest bit of smut

Summary: Watch Chris embark on even more daddy duties

- Requests are open!

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Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3

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Tummy Time

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Okay lily, time for tummy time” I said to my 7 month old, her tiny body covered by her new purple onesie Chris had bought her. Her big blue eyes she got from her daddy beamed up at me, dark wisps of brown hair had also started to sprout from the top of her head into tiny curls.

Smoothing down her bed head with the palm of my hand, I laid smothering kisses all over her neck trying to bask in her scent as much as possible.

“Hey let me get sum of that” Chris whined as he sat on the carpet, his hands reaching out for Lily, that smile on his face not faltering once.

“Say hello to dada” I cooed, also sitting onto the carpet, Lily now clambering to get into her father's arms, excited squeals leaving her mouth every second.

Chris laughed as Lily did an attempt at kissing him on the cheek, pressing her slobbery lips onto his cheeks making him groan and laugh at the same time before wiping it off.

“Okay okay, it’s time”

Setting her down onto her stomach, we both laughed as her head peeked up looking at us with her big curious eyes.

“Isn’t she just adorable, she’s the perfect mix of us babe” Chris whispered out, pulling me to sit between his legs, both of us keeping a watchful eye on Lily in front of us who had taken a special interest to Dodger’s snout.

“You love Dodger don’t you sweet girl?” I said happily, caressing her cheeks softly as she grabbed for Dodger’s tail, her squeals becoming a source of serotonin for us.

“CHRIS- Chris Look” I whisper shouted, Lily had gotten onto all fours and had started rocking back and forth unsteadily.

“Look at her go!” Chris laughed out, Lily had definitely taken a deeper interest into Dodger's tail, as she attempted to crawl after him.

“She’s growing up too quick Chris”

I pouted looking up at him, his hands clasped around my waist, Lily now crawling her way towards us.

“Babe she isn’t even a year old yet-“

“I know but next thing ya know she’s off to school” I whined, picking Lily up to my chest, her head peeking over my shoulder as I heard Chris kissing her head.

“Well then that’ll give us enough time to make another one-“

-Stepfather Chris having a very special moment🌸

(Y/n's P.O.V)

It was Chris' 41st birthday, the whole Evans clan was over for a massive birthday barbecue, the June sun glaring down on us all. “Mommy Mommy, can we do it yet?” My son Logan said, his 6 old self pulling onto my pant leg as his twin brother who was much shyer stood behind him.

“hmm, alright honey, go gather your cousins, uncles and grandparents” Walking back into the boys' bedroom, a photo of them with Chris at their first ever basketball game sat on their bedside table, Chris holding each twin on his hips with beaming smiles on all their faces

I had met Chris through a mutual friend when the boys were around 6 months old, I would say it was love at first sight but I had to be cautious now that I was responsible for two other lives. He took his time with us, not only did we go on dates but he would spend time at the house, helping me feed, change and clothe the boys.

Then the day came a year later (quick I know) where he proposed, saying he couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to have me as his wife and our sons along with that. Taking on the role of their dad without me even asking to do so.

Walking back out to the yard, everyone had now gathered around Chris who was sitting on a chair with a beer by his foot on the ground.

“Mama, we wanna give it” Logan pushed excitedly, his hands going up to grab the box in my hands, CJ his brother climbing into Chris' lap and snuggling into his chest. A total Daddy’s boy.

Chris wrapped his arm around CJ, kissing his forehead tenderly before taking the box from Logan who had now also sat onto his lap. Both boys looking even smaller in comparison to Chris' stature.

“Is this my present?”

“Yes honey, this is from both the boys”

“Where’s my present from you?”

“You’ll see it later honey, don’t even worry about it”

“Ohhoh I like the sound of that baby” He smirked, his family howling into laughter around us.

“From Logan and CJ, To Daddy” Chris read aloud, his smile staying constant as he read out their whole message:

“You’ve been there for us before we could even talk, walk or crawl. Thank you for letting us watch baseball, and meet Iron man at your work. Thank you for Dodger and playing football with us every Saturday. Mommy said we got lucky with you as a dad, and we said yes. We love how you make mommy smile, and now we want to be Evans too. Will you (pretty pretty) please adopt us?”

Chris had barely made it to half the message when his voice started croaking up, both boys looking on as he held the official adoption papers in his hands, which were just awaiting his signature.

“well daddy, can we?” CJ asked shyly, fiddling about with his fingers.

“What kinna stupid question is that? Of course buddy, you’re already an Evans at heart. If I coulda helped it, you woulda been an official Evans from birth” Chris laughed out, half crying, bringing both of the boys in for a bone crushing hug.

“DID YOU HEAR THAT MOMMY, IM AN EVANS” Logan shouted jumping off Chris' lap, running into Lisa' arms as she twirled him around shouting.

Chris then stood up, CJ wrapped around him like a Koala, as he sauntered towards me.

“What’s wrong CJ honey?” I asked stroking his back softly, his head tucked into Chris' neck.

“He jus wanna hang out with his daddy 'ats all” Chris smirked smugly, bringing his beer bottle up for another swig before passing it over to me, offering me a drink.

- Caught in the act 👀

“F-fuck baby, you’re taking me so well” Chris groaned into my ear, his hips smacking repeatedly into mine leaving me speechless. His fingers intertwined with mine as he held our hands above my head, moans weren’t even able to leave me due to the amount of euphoria I was feeling.

“D-daddy?”

“OH SHIT” Chris and I frantically hid under the covers, looking over it to see our five year old daughter in the doorway, sucking on her thumbs with her stuffed buzz lightyear in her other hand basically dragging on the floor.

“What you doin?” She asked her head tilting to the side, her pigtails bouncing as she did so.

“Where’s bubba Lexie?” I asked softly, getting on ny silk robe, waddling over to Lexie bending down to her height.

“Don' wan' disturb him mama, he can’t fight monsters under ma bed” She whined, tears brimming at her eyes, I shushed her before picking her up and walking to our older son’s room, knocking on his door.

“Yes?” Tom answered groggily, his eyes widening when he saw the tear stained cheeks of his sister, his fifteen year old heart immediately going soft and taking her into his arms.

“Bubba, there’s monsters” She cried holding onto him dearly, the protective older brother in him coming out as he offered her a space in his bed, a thankful smile coming onto my face.

“Alright you gon be okay with bubba?” I asked watching her get tucked into Tom's bed, snuggling herself into him, she nodded enthusiastically giving me a thumbs up.

“God I love our kids” I sighed walking back into the bedroom, Chris still sitting there naked, “Well let me give you another one sweetheart”

#romance #chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans oneshot

[that-one-raccoon]

Magic and Mystery Incorrect Quotes

Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

Draco, Ron & Blaise: *screaming*  Dazai: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Blaise?!  Ron: Wait, why are you asking Blaise that when Draco and I'm also here?  Dazai: Because Blaise wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance. Ron: Blaise, what do you value about Dazai?  Blaise: They’re thoughtful. They pick flowers and bring them to me. Often they’re ones I’ve just planted, but...  Dazai: That’s how I know they’re fresh! Fred, watching Blaise and Dazai from afar: Two Bros, Chillin in a hot tub. Five feet apart because they think they’re not gay, BUT THEY REALLY ARE- Voldemort: I could kill you if I wanted.  Dazai: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Ron: The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.

Blaise: Do you know the ABCs of first aid?  Dazai: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad.

Ron, at Dazai’s funeral: I need a moment with them.  Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves*  Ron, leaning over Dazai’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.  Dazai, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

Dazai: Murder literally doesn’t hurt anyone!  Ron: What are you talking about? Of course—  Blaise, holding out a hand to shut Ron up: No, no, they have a point—

Hermione: I just found out from Ron today that when Dazai died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, Pansy said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

Dazai: I'm feeling it! What am I feeling? Death, probably.

Dazai, the foreign student: Fred, say aluminum again. It's the entire source of my serotonin during these trying times.  Fred, the Brit TM: *sigh* Only for you, buddy. Alyoouminnieeum.

Draco: *sighs*  Pansy: You bored?  Draco: Yeah.  Pansy: Wanna start drama for no reason?  Draco: I thought you’d never ask.

Luna: :)  Dazai: >:(  Luna: Turn that frown upside down!  Dazai: ):< Luna: Not sure what I was expecting...

Pansy: Didn't you die?!  Dazai: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.

Ron, upon first meeting him: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck.  Dazai: Who told you my secret?

Dazai: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?  Blaise: Peonies, why?  Dazai:  Blaise: Were you going to get me flowers?  Dazai:  Blaise:  Dazai: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

Dazai, showing up to Hogwarts: Guys, [Mori,] How do I play?  *Dazai has drawn first blood!*  *Dazai is on a killing spree!*  *Dazai is on a rampage!*  *Dazai is unstoppable!*  *Dazai is dominating!*  *Dazai is godlike!*  Dazai: Don’t worry guys [Mori], I figured it out.

#magic and mystery #incorrect quotes #magic and mystery incorrect quotes #hell's hounds #fanfic au

[sygneth]

I am not even sure if I will be posting this (though, if you're reading this, I did), but, nevertheless, I have a few points about Jean that I have to make. He is no saint. He is an asshole and I’m not gonna pretend that he is not. But there is so much more to it. 

Let me start with the most obvious. He is said to have clinically diagnosed depression, with, apparently, no distinctive source, and, from what he says, we may assume he is under some sort of psychiatric supervision. 

He was diagnosed seven years ago. Diagnosed with depression, which probably means he’s been dealing with it for a good while longer, only at a certain moment he decided to seek help/had an attempt/any other circumstance that lead this man to get a diagnosis. He is now 34, seven years earlier he’d be 27. 

The reasons for such unspecified depression may be many, from some kind of a rare neurological defect causing one’s brain to be incapable of properly producing/transmitting/I’m-not-a-biologist-neither-is-English-my-first-language-so-I’m-not-gonna-dig-into-neurological-dysfunctions-further-but-you-get-the-point, serotonin, through a burnout, all the way to having other, undiagnosed disorders/illnesses as *checks Luiga’s tweets* Schizoid PD (I am not convinced that what Jean presents is a 100% textbook SPD example, rather SPD traits/behavior patterns? But I’m no specialist and even if I were, it’s hard to diagnose someone based on those few dialogue lines) and codependency tendencies. The doctors didn’t diagnose any other disorder, or at least he never mentions it, but looking at the world of Elysium, those disorders may not yet have been widely recognized, especially if not presenting themselves in the most typical ways/high-functioning. And Jean tends to be high functioning despite his issues. Yet, I assume that in Elysium, and Jamrock especially, the access and quality of psychological and psychiatric services are poor and probably limited. Not to mention education on the matter, which is probably low if not near none. (Just looking at how is alcoholism treated by *everyone* there, or the short mention of McCoy’s brother gives me a good 90’s/early 00s Eastern Europe vibe of mental issues/disabilities public awareness.)  Now, keep that in mind. 

Alright. Next up: a codependent, close relationship with an alcoholic. 

Jean’s relationship with Harry is an interesting one. I found this interesting research on codependency among spouses of alcoholics, that states codependency is related to, among others, SPD traits. (That’s an, uh, disclaimer? I was just curious how that two may coexist, but apparently, they do.) 

Back to the main thought. 

As someone who has been in a close, codependent relationship with a person who had problems with drinking, I can tell you something. It’s more than hard to get out of one. You see a person you care about do stupid, drunken, dangerous shit, you may be angry at them, you may be furious, yet you will still feel responsible for them in a way, and you will take that responsibility and try to get them out of the shit they got themselves into. I’ll say more, if that’s an actual relationship, you will feel social pressure that you are responsible for your partner’s behavior and you’re the one to take care of them. If it’s your work partner, then it’s highly probable you actually will be held responsible for their behavior, so you’re even more likely to clean up their mess. And when you help them out, because you care, because you feel like you should, because you don’t want to be “dicked” for it, maybe all of the above, they will be grateful and they will praise you and love you and even if you feel like this is not the right thing to do, you will do it again.

It takes a lot of work and self-awareness to get out of something like that healthily. And if you have some psychological knowledge, it also helps a lot, to understand how to deal with it. And the only way to do it, regardless healthy or not, is by setting boundaries. If you can healthily set them, and make the other person respect them, that’s very good. But if you have some other mental issues in addition to that, if you lack knowledge on how people’s behavior patterns work, on how exactly addictions work and that, you are maybe having some problems with generally understanding relationships between people, how and why they work, it’s very likely that you won’t be capable of setting those boundaries and enforce them to be respected. It’s very likely that one day, when something will happen and you will realize how toxic and unhealthy this relationship is for you, you will panic and you will start to do anything to get out of it, like a cat drowning in a well. That you will start acting cold, maybe even merciless from a certain perspective, maybe you won’t let yourself believe in their pleading and assurances of change, because you will know that letting yourself *feel* sympathy for the person you had this relationship with may lead to spiraling back into the wheel of codependency. Maybe you have already tried this, and letting yourself trust them only led you back to the point where you started and maybe this time, you don’t want it to end up this way.

And you know what? There is nothing wrong with trying to ensure your mental well-being. “Before approaching the casualty, always make sure the area is safe.” YES because if you’ll get hurt trying to help somebody, there will be one more person to help. The same applies to helping people get their life together. If you won’t have a good mindset to help them, if they will only drag you down, maybe the area isn’t safe? 

Moving on. 

Now, remember when I said that the level of social and psychological awareness seems very low in Elysium/Revachol/Jamrock? About that. 

You know what else I see, looking at the Harry-Jean-Dora-Kim situation? A bunch of people with self-awareness in terms of emotion, and emotional development of teenagers, but problems of grown-up people. And they are not to blame, the system is to blame. Harry seems to be very self-conscious and connected to his emotions, yet for six years he couldn’t find a healthy way to get over a heartbreak. He has tendencies to act violently, to randomly drunk-phone his ex to harass her (I mean come on, he was asking her if she is naked), not to mention a tone of other things. 

What happens here to Jean, is his situationship/best friend, whom yeah, he decided to ‘have a break’ with, immediately gets over it, and starts to go out with someone else. Taking, that this man has probably understanding of his emotions on a level of a high-schooler, he WILL be salty. He will be mad at Harry and he will be salty towards Kim when he sees them in Whirling. (Not to mention that it’s probably how they just roll in the precinct, and I’m quite sure that Harry’s and Jean’s relationship has been japing on and teasing each other, and as long as they both knew how it works, it was all good, compare: this post. So yes, Jean will be angry with Harry and he will act like an offended drama queen partially because that is just how their relationship dynamics probably looked like for the last two (at least!) years, and partially because he is an offended 16-year-old drama queen, whose bestie told her to fuck off and found a new (boy)friend. 

Is it good, that grown-up men have the emotional capabilities of high schoolers? No. Should we blame them, or the fact that their system seemingly doesn’t provide any prevention, doesn’t promote awareness, or offer any proper healthcare for that matter? I’ll leave that to you.

To add to all this, yes, the RCM’s fucked up system, hierarchy, and mentality don’t help. Yes, it would be better for both Harry and Jean and probably Kim too, taking for his PTSD, to get the fuck out of there and live peaceful lives. But you know, changing your whole lifestyle isn’t easy. Understanding that maybe it’s better to leave now and that it doesn’t mean you’ve “wasted” your years is a process, a long and hard one. I had to learn this. My close ones had to learn this. Some of them still didn’t, especially, that where I come from, there is this CEE culture of not letting yourself fail with peace of mind. You got to do everything the best you can, you gotta do it 120%, and if not, you’re a rotten piece of shit. Looking at how Harry treats himself, Revachol seems to have this in common with Central-Eastern Europe as well. 

Another thing, we don’t even know what Kim or Jean did before they joined the RCM, and Harry was a gym teacher. Thinking that it is easy to just switch your job in, again, a place with a CEE mentality, is a huge mistake. At the age of 40-odd years especially. In the 90s, especially. We don’t even know if Jean or Kim have any other education on their account, besides being cops, so changing professions would mean additional education, and for Harry, how many places, realistically, would take in a 45-year-old gym teacher?

I generally see that many people seem to forget/not understand how CE European mentality works, and it shows. I am glad that we live in a world where awareness of things such as homophobia, ableism, misogyny and else is common knowledge. But it wasn’t here, not even those 15 years ago. I remember people using names of dysfunctions and disabilities as slurs. Grown up people. I remember my classmates and my friend calling each other faggots or laughing at each other for not being gender-affirmative enough. Half of us turned out to be queer, and nobody had a problem with that, because in those times this kind of language wasn’t necessarily indicating someone’s worldview, it was just a bad habit, a very common one. I am more than happy, really, that we got rid of this kind of narrative and are more aware of the weight of a spoken word now. But when talking about past or settings that resemble this past, let’s please not forget that it DID look different and take that into consideration. Please. 

Remembering what we derived from and what a great progress as a society we did is important, as it shows the way we managed to walk, but also reminds us of what people had to deal with. And is a warning, because now we’re probably still all doing things that in 30 years will be so, so wrong. 

So concluding this ridiculously long consciousness stream, I love you, DE fandom. Now, I have an interview to watch (probably not anymore) and a comic page to draw (as always). I’ll leave you with this here.

#deep dive into #jeanalysis #jeanposting #jean vicquemare #deep analysis #jean heron vicquemare #disco elysium #disco talking #disco elysium meta #if i only had this much passion to write my master thesis

[lyramundana]

f!reader younger than minsung and they are really protective with her?? thank you! (I LOVED YOUR HEADCANONS it's still me lol) -🌻🌻

THANK YOU!!🤭❤️ These headcanons are my main source of serotonin currently, so you bet I'll keep making more. I hope to receive more requests too!

Both Minho and Han are already protective of their loved ones, especially their partners, judging by their personalities alone. But if you watch videos of them interacting (not only on stage or skz codes, everywhere) you can see how fierce they are about each other. I mean, let's not forget Minho is a fucking Scorpio and Han a Virgo. That's the epitome of intensity.

They never do things halfway. It's ride or die with them.

And so it's only natural for them to be protective of her, but if she's younger than them, those traits are intensified. Male Koreans already have the instinct of looking after females, even more the younger ones, so yeah. Hope she's blessed with loads of patience because these men are going to be exhausting.

If the Reader is younger, this would push Han out of his soft, childish persona to be this more mature, "manly" version of himself (but he's still funny and loud). They'll both want to provide for her in every way, take care of her and overall just treat her like the ground she steps on is made of gold.

The concept of "personal space" is foreign to them. Like, she shouldn't even try to explain it, they don't get it. Why would they prefer to be separated from the person they love? It doesn't sound right in their ears. They're never more than two steps away from her if they can help it. Their jobs keep them busy enough, so when the three of them are all together, they want to enjoy every second. They're glued to her skin. If they go out, they have to be touching her in some way every five minutes as reassurance or else they'll be moody. If she needs to get something from a high place, they'll reach for her, keeping a steady hand on her waist while their chests brush against her back. If she needs to go to the bathroom, one or both are waiting outside the door "just in case". Hell, if she has to go and shower, they'll storm in and sit besides the bathtub to speak to her like it's a normal thing.

Minho is the type to spoil her but without explicitly showing it. For example, if he hears she wants something, he waits until she's not looking and takes it. She refuses to answer why, but the red tip of his ears tell everything. Jisung is the attention-seeking one. He asserts his protectiveness of her by physical contact. Hugging her from behind, his strong arms surrounding her, chin on her shoulder and ocasionally kissing her exposed skin.

If someone bothers her or steps out of the line, well, good luck to that person, because have you seen these two's arms? Yeah, they can and WILL beat up a bitch for their partner if they have to. Also, they're very good at verbal attacks and Minho is perfectly capable of shaming someone's entire family line with a smile and not a finger lifted.

They've make her call them "oppa" more times than she wishes to admit. It gets them going...in plenty of ways. If she wants something, she only has to call them "oppa" and they're at her feet.

The types to give her their clothes to mark territory. They've replaced some of her clothing for theirs in the house so she has no option but wear those. If she's cold, she has Minho's jacket on her shoulder and Jisung's covering her legs. If someone is shooting their shot with her, the next day she's suddenly wearing an oversized shirt that doesn't belong to her with a pair of shorts that look longer than they should (and a few hickeys underneath to add spice)

They both love to baby her and take full advantage of the age difference.r. She's so cute and soft in their eyes. If they could, they'll put her inside their pockets and carry her around like that everywhere.

During her period, they're even more attentive. Minho cooks for her everyday and slaps her hand aways she tries to help, then Jisung snoops her in his arms and lays her down in the couch, saying she should be resting, that they'll take care of everything for her. Same if she's sick. At least one stays with her all times to check on her needs, regardless of the risk of getting sick too.

She never walks right next to the road. If they see her inching near it, they move her away fast. When one is driving and she's sitting as a copilot, they'll place a hand before her when they do slightly brute movements with the car.

Overall, Minsung would be extremely protective of Reader if she was younger than them, to the point they may seem to treat her like a child and a fragile thing. But they're hot about it, so I'm sure she can accept it.

#hope you liked it! 💕 #pls don't be afraid of send me more requests #poly minsung #minsung x reader #lee know/han jisung x reader #skz scenarios #skz headcanons #lee know x reader #han jisung x reader #requests

[sweetkpopmusings]

vernon best friend headcanons <3

a/n: i love vernon so much platonically (and non-platonically) and i needed some serotonin at 2 am so here we are :,-) also pics not mine ofc!

content: fluff | wc: 0.8k | warnings: none! | pairing: bestfriend!vernon x gn!reader | requests: open

definitely the ride-or-die type of best friend

it doesn’t matter if you met when you were younger or as adults — once he knew how much you two clicked, he became one of your most loyal and loving supporters

but i think he shows it in the silliest ways

like you tell him a bad joke, and, when you look at him for a reaction, he says “shutup, stupid” but with the softest smile on his face

he will NOT give in by laughing but you know he loves it

he is such a silly little guy himself

so y’all are frequently doing dumb shit together

not just the texting only in memes (which happens frequently since you both have developed a shared collection of reaction pics/gifs)

but you’ll both just be talking and suddenly you’re acting out this whole bit you came up with on the spot about a shirt that’s made of the shamwow

even if you don’t think of yourself as a funny person, you become a comedic genius in the presence of vernon

jokes aside, your friendship is a source of calm

he’s the type of friend you turn to for solace on your most stressful days 

even if he sometimes doesn’t know how to properly react (homeboy froze up the first time he saw you cry but he only got awkward because he felt so sad seeing you so sad :-( what a sweet angel) he ALWAYS makes you feel comforted 

and he’s always willing to learn more about what you need in terms of support because he always wants to be the best friend he can be ! 

it goes the same for you too — while it takes a lot for him to get vulnerable, when he builds that trust with you, you cherish it by gaining the tools needed to support him

and he’s so grateful for it like his heart swells with joy whenever he leans on you in hard times because he’s so lucky to have you as a rock 

speaking of rock

“black eye” is the proof i needed for my argument that vernon is in his angsty / emo / pop punk phase

so he’s totally the bestie who will jam out to pop punk with you (if you’re into it! i’m very into it and i would give everything i have to listen to neck deep with vernon like i'm being so serious rn)

in fact, he is the bestie who will jam out with you to your favorite music any time anywhere

he LOVES collaborative playlists that you two make together

and yes these sometimes become super niche and specific 

but whether you’re listening to your “top shower songs” playlist or your “standing in the back corner of a gas station deciding on which drink to buy so you can use their bathroom” playlist, this is one of vernon’s best ways to appreciate and celebrate your friendship

he thinks the best way to know each other is through sharing music and all the other things you like/enjoy, and that’s how you learned a lot about each other in the beginning of your friendship 

you of course meet the rest of seventeen and vernon has so much pride every time one of the members comments on how cool/funny/smart/etc you are

because he’s like YEAH that’s MY best friend right there!!!!!!!!

will be so down to take cool af photos of you 

even if he needs some coaching on what your best angles / preferred poses are he is taking down copious notes so he can nail it every time 

i can’t believe how long this is getting jfc i guess i really want vernon to be my buddy

he loves to just vibe with you

since you two are on the same wavelength most of the time, he thinks it’s the most fun to get food and chill at home watching movies, tv, or youtube together

like whatever you’re in the mood for you’ll do and it’ll be a great time because you’re together 

he also strikes me as the type of best friend who likes being friends with your other friends 

he doesn’t need to be super close with them, but he wants to make sure you are able to have him in a group setting too because he knows your other friends are important to you 

i think he also loves mimicking you

like if you say something he thinks is interesting/funny he will immediately repeat it 

whenever he tells stories that involve you, he impersonates you perfectly (this is also true when he is telling a story about you to you)

it’s just another way he shows how much he pays attention to you and loves you

overall he’s such a fun guy to be around and whenever you’re together it’s carefree and comfortable and secure 

he is ALWAYS by your side because he knows you’ll do the same for him

and he is ALWAYS ready to make fun of you for the same reason 

someone please give me a vernon tysm 

#seventeen #seventeen headcanons #bestfriend!seventeen #seventeen imagines #svt #vernon #hansol #seventeen vernon #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #vernon x reader #hansol x reader #vernon fluff #svt hansol #svt headcanons #svt vernon #seventeen au #svt au #sweetkpopmusings

[basedandradpilled]

for the anon with heavy periods, here are some changes you can make to manage it

increase your intake of these nutrients:

iron: obviously necessary to replenish blood loss, but if you’re anemic before your period, your flow will be heavier as well. sources: red meats, chicken, oysters, beans, dark leafy greens, tofu, pumpkin seeds, an iron fish.

vitamin C: for absorption of iron and to strengthen capillaries, reducing bleeding. sources: rosehips (you can buy a bag of organic dried rosehips to put in tea, it’s florally and kinda fruity,) yellow bell peppers, cantaloupe, citrus, strawberries, and dark leafy greens

vitamin K: when it comes to blood clotting, vitamin k is essential. supplementing it has been shown to reduce heavy menstrual bleeding in women who otherwise have no known blood clotting disorders sources: spinach, kale, collard/mustard greens, broccoli

omega 3s: anti-inflammatory and helps produce prostaglandins that regulate the menstrual cycle and flow. sources: mackerel, salmon, sardines, oysters, brussel sprouts, tofu, navy beans, and fish oil supplements

vitamin B6: b6 helps regulate production of serotonin and dopamine and regulates production of PgE1, a prostaglandin that’s been proven to affect menstrual cycle regularity and flow. sources: avocado, spinach, banana, sunflower seeds. this is one i recommend supplementing (along with b12) if your general health is poor.

other stuff:

blood clotting medications: tranexamic acid is the most common one, also called Lysteda, and it isn’t as scary as it sounds. it’s a blood clotting medication for adults only, used after childbirth frequently, and they even give it to people with chronic nosebleeds. there’s also Desmopressin nasal spray which has a different mechanism but the same effect. talk with your dr about side effects, but please do your own research! physicians unfortunately rarely have our best interest at heart and will often fail to inform you of side effects or drug interactions.

ginger: an anti-inflammatory, can ease pain. inhibits the enzymes prostaglandin synthetase and cyclooxygenase, both of which can create a prostaglandin imbalance that causes heavy menstrual bleeding and irregularity

raspberry leaf tea: contains fragarine, an alkaloid thought to help pelvic floor muscle cramps, reduce pain, and shorten period length. don’t drink more than 2 servings if you’re extremely sensitive to estrogen. some women swear this is their holy grail for PMS

cruciferous veggies like broccoli and brussel sprouts help your body eliminate extra estrogen which can reduce bleeding and shorten period length.

i’ll include more about all of the above stuff and other helpful nutrients for PMS like potassium, magnesium, etc in my next post about diet based on your cycle, this was just a quick post for supplements specifically to reduce a heavy flow.

lastly, stay hydrated and rest as much as possible during your period, easier said than done

menorrhagia is defined as abnormal blood loss during menstruation. this means heavy flow lasting for over a week and/or totaling greater than 80 ml (~1/4 cup) per month. if your symptoms are having an impact on your quality of life, consider seeing your gyno to find an underlying cause.

(disclaimer: i’m a dropout whose only medical training is as a lab tech and phlebotomist. i am in no way a health professional. none of this should be taken as expert medical advice)

#women's health #i'll update this i'm sure i missed stuff i didn't take my stimulants today #period health #radical feminism #radblr #my post #radfems do touch #affect or effect #radfem safe

[fog-and-rust]

Hogwarts Legacy Incorrect Quotes (feat. my Hufflepuff!MC, Ellie)

Sebastian *addressing Ellie and Leander*: Why are you friends?

Leander and Ellie [who are cousins]: *in unison* Poor decisions on our grandparents’ part.

***

Ellie: Professor Fig likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe I can be both.

***

[In Feldcroft catacomb, after Sebastian killed Solomon]

Ellie *chasing Sebastian*: GET BACK HERE YOU IDIOT!

Sebastian: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

***

Ellie: Amit, say something in Gobbledegook again. It's the entire source of my serotonin during these trying times.

Amit: *sigh* Only for you, my star. Ooooo Baaagaaaaahhh Leooo...

***

Ellie: The saying “it is better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission” no longer applies to Sebastian and Garreth.

***

Amit: I swear to Merlin I'm the only one here with a braincell.

Imelda, Leander, Garreth, Poppy, and Ellie: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

***

Zenobia, gesturing to Ellie: Lucan, look what you did! You made Mom upset!

Lucan: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry!

Zenobia: We’re sorry Mom... :(

Ellie, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

***

Leander, feeling down: I have the sex appeal of an Arithmancy textbook!

Ellie: I don’t know, I’ve never met anyone that opened an Arithmancy textbook and didn’t say “fuck me”.

***

Hogwarts students (and everyone else): If we’re in trouble, just throw Ellie at the problem, and hope for the best.

***

Ellie: I don’t remember that.

Amit: Do you remember that night last week when you jumped from Astronomy tower and cast Levioso on yourself?

Ellie: ... No.

Leander: Okay, do you remember when you were chased by Chinese Chomping Cabbages around the school?

Ellie: Not especially, no.

Poppy: It was in between those two things.

***

[Some responses to being bitten by Chinese Chomping Cabbage]

Ominis: Rude.

Natty: That's fair.

Leander: Not again.

Sebastian: *bites back*

***

Leander: What did you all do?

Poppy: …

Sebastian: …

Natty: …

Garreth: …

Ellie: …

Amit: You’re not in trouble, we just need to know if we have to lie to the teachers again or not.

Ominis: And if I have to use my relations to save you from being expelled … or being sent to Azkaban.

***

Ellie: You are irrationally angry 365 days a year.

Sebastian: Well, that’s just your personal opinion, I don’t have anger issues. Ominis, do you think I have anger issues?

Ominis: Well, I wouldn’t really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.

***

Poppy: They... well, I wouldn't call it inheritance per se. What do you call it when you kill someone and get their stuff?

Leander: Um, murder???

Sebastian: Adventuring!

Ellie: Teacher’s assignment.

***

Leander: We need to distract them.

Ellie: Leave it to me.

Ellie: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Poppy & Amit: *immediately begin arguing*

***

[The squad is playing a team sport]

Poppy: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Imelda?

Garreth: Have you ever played a game with Imelda?

Poppy: No…

Garreth: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a graphorn?

[Meanwhile, on the other side of the field]

Imelda, chasing Leander: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

***

Ellie: *running to the Summoner's Court* Amit just said he doesn’t love me anymore!

Leander & Poppy: What?!

Amit: *following her* I did not say that. I just said that I won’t help with the riddle to Ravenclaw common room just so she can punch Duncan in the face.

#hogwarts legacy #incorrect quotes #hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #poppy sweeting #leander prewett #amit thakkar #garreth weasley #imelda reyes #ominis gaunt #zenobia noke #lucan brattleby #duncan hobhouse #natsai onai

[zeltqz]

I had this scenario in mind IDKWHY

So, imagine boyfriend Ran suddenly split up with y/n (you don't know why, I also imagine him having attachment issues. Or maybe he's afraid y/n can get hurt with all the gang shit ect.). Y/n is friend with Yuzuha, with Hakkai and Mitsuya too (by reflection), AND she proposes to make Ran jealous after seeing him with a chick in Roppongi. SO, I MEAN, I imagine Ran not having the best relationship with Hakkai and Mitsuya SO what's the best way to make him jealous? Spreading rumors about y/n and Hakkai sleeping together. (Not Mitsuya 'cause I love him and Yuzuha together IDK THEY WOULD BE CUTE).

NOW Ran is angry ( because of all people y/n decided to choose Hakkai) and when he sees y/n in Roppongi he tries to confront her, but it turns out not in a fine calm way. He's just mean (because deeply he's hurt) and then it leads to them sleeping together and you choose if they make up or not.

NEW FLAME

haitani ran x fem!reader ft mitsuya takashi, rindou haitani, yuzuha shiba, hakkai shiba, kisaki tetta, izana kurokawa, kakucho, shion madarame

MINORS DNI, 18+ CONTENT

This is the longest fic I ever wrote oh my god. I hope you guys enjoy it!!!!

“This is so dead.” Ran has his face pulled into a slight frown. His face is monotone as he stares down everybody at the party. Face full of judgement and regret. Why did he come here today? He asks himself, making a mental note to never attend any parties hosted by Shion Madarame. 

“I know right…” Rindou responded. The two of them are currently standing in a corner, far away from anybody else as they rethink their entire purpose in life right now. There’s no hoes, no drugs, no fun. 

“This is some middle school shit,” Ran commented, eyes scanning the very small crowd in the room — which doesn’t surprise Ran at all. If it was full, that would’ve been a surprise, for sure. 

“There’s only like 5 people here!” Shion trudged his way over to the brothers. “I posted flyers everywhere. What the fuck?”

“Flyers?” Rindou turned to look at Ran. The two of them stared at each other for a moment before bursting out into laughter. “No wonder this shit is a fucking flop. Ran, he posted flyers.”

Ran deep down is cracking up, but manages to maintain his calm demeanour, unlike his brother, who’s practically rolling on the floor with laughter. 

Shion shrinks into his jacket, embarrassment filling his bloodstream. “Shut up! I thought it would work… whatever. I don’t care.” He grabs the cups from the table he’s set up so nice and neatly — which is pointless. It would’ve been around the penthouse floors and furniture anyway. 

“I knew you were useless, but this is pathetic.” Kisaki rubs his temples. “I’m leaving.”

As if on cue, Hanma stands up from the bar stool he was sitting on, stretching his long lanky limbs. “I’m leaving too. Don’t miss me, yeah?” 

Hanma giggles when all the boys in the room ignore him. A usual occurrence in the gang. He gains energy from irritating people with his presence. It’s his daily source of serotonin. That and Kisaki’s sadistic antics — they both go hand in hand. 

Just as soon as Kisaki opens the door to leave, he’s met with you about to knock on the door. Hanma’s eyes widen slowly, then he heads towards you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into the penthouse. “One of the hoes arrived!”

Shion whipped his head around so fast, Ran swore he heard some bones cracking. Shion practically zoomed towards the door, sending the brothers a look that said ‘See, I told you people would come. They were just late.’

Ran grits his teeth, downing the whiskey inside his cup to hide the irritation on his face. Shion walks smugly towards the door, ready to worship the first hoe that showed up, only to see you. 

“Not a hoe,” you look up at Hanma, with an annoyed but relaxed look. “But yeah, hey Shion.” You abandon Hanma’s arm around you and head further into the penthouse. “Nice party you got.” You giggle, pulling out the poster. “Seems lively.”

Shion goes a whole new shade of red Ran has never even seen before. He looks down at his bright red cup, then compares it to Shion’s cheeks. Almost the same colour. But anyway, things got a whole lot more interesting now that you arrived.

Ran doesn’t even know you, but judging by Shion’s face, you’re clearly important in some way. Abandoning his brother, he heads over to the commotion, resting his elbow on the shoulder of Shion who shakes his head, as if trying to drain the red colour from his skin. 

“[Y/n], g-get out! Why are you even here?” He quickly grabs the poster from your hands and scrunches it up. He blocks out the snorts coming from Hanma.

“Well, I was coming back from my friend's house, when I saw your horribly made posters on a street lamp. So I decided to pay a visit, to see how the party of the year was holding up.” You pause and scan around the empty apartment. “Is this how they threw parties in juvie?”

Shion intended to throw this party after getting out of juvie last week. Everybody else got out a couple months back, but he had to stay behind because he couldn’t control his temper and fought with a few officers. Ran told him that if he wants a party so badly, he should just let himself and Rindou handle it — but Shion’s pride got the better of him. He claims that it’s his party and he wants to host it for himself. 

“I got out of juvie, and this is how you treat me? By embarrassing me?” Shion pouts and you give him a hug before he starts bitching again.

“You did a pretty good job of that yourself.” You quip and Shion shoves you off of him.

“Get out.”

“No, you’re kicking me out of the best party of the year? However, will I cope.” Now it’s your turn to pout, but regardless you’re heading towards the door. By the time you reach the door, Kisaki scoffs and you turn around. “You good?”

He looks you up and down, then stays silent.

You take a moment to examine the guy. You’ve never seen him before, so you’re 100% assuming here, but he looks a little bit too young… to be hanging around these dudes. “How old are you?” 

“What’s it to you?” He responds with such an icy tone, it startles you for a moment.

“Nothing, just this so-called party says 18+.”

“Okay? Are you a fed or something?” 

“Do I look like a fed to you?” You have to take a deep breath to calm yourself, realising you’re about to have an argument with a kid. “I don’t have time for this.” You wave goodbye to Shion and a smaller wave to the other gentlemen, excluding the child, and shut the door behind you. 

“So, who was that?” Ran managed to stay quiet the entire encounter. He had a few things to say, but stayed quiet nonetheless, preferring to observe before he deems you good enough to make his move. 

“She’s my neighbour. She lives 3 doors down.” Shion sighs, obviously defeated that his party failed, and his biggest tease of a neighbour managed to witness it. Rindou drains the rest of the contents of his cup down the sink, then walks over to Shion, placing his arm around his shoulder, similar to what Hanma did to you. 

“It’s alright. Leave the partying to me and Ran. We can have it full for you, I promise. Just give us a few days, alright?”

Shion nods, then breaks out into a yawn. Party-planning sure is exhausting. He thinks. “You guys can go home, we can try again next weekend.”

The two brothers nod, then grab their jackets and head out. Kisaki and Hanma are long gone, so it’s just the two of them scouring the hallway. It was particularly empty late at night. Well, to the brothers, it’s not late at all. It’s only 9PM. 

Just as they’re about to reach the end of the hallway to take the elevator down to the lobby, Ran hears a sound coming from behind him. Turning around, he sees you opening the door that was exactly 3 doors down from Shion’s. 

Rindou is about to press the elevator button when Ran stops him. “Huh?” Rindou looks up at his brother, who’s looking in the opposite direction. He follows his brother’s eye to you, currently walking towards the elevator but distracted by your phone and headphones in your ears.

“Really? You’re holding the elevator for her?” Rindou sneers when Ran nods his head. “Since when were you a gentleman?”

“Gonna be one today.” Ran sniggers lightly, making Rindou laugh. They both step aside when you finally reach the elevator. Your eyes are preoccupied by your phone, you don’t even acknowledge the two boys. Rindou presses the elevator button now that you’re here and the three of you step inside once the doors open.

Ran taps the back of your phone lightly to get your attention once the doors close and you finally look up, a bit startled. You hadn’t even realised they were there. “Oh, hey. You’re from Shion's, right?” You vaguely remember the braided guy, since he was standing next to Shion the entire time you were there.

“Yea, and you are..?” Ran asks despite knowing your name already. For some reason, your name stuck in his mind despite only being mentioned once. 

“I’m [Y/n], but I think I already introduced myself inside.” 

“You did? Shit, I must’ve forgotten.”

“Yeah.” You hum  awkwardly, not knowing what to say now. You would go right back on your phone, but it seems a bit rude, especially seeing that he wants to make conversation with you.

“I assume you’ll be at Shion’s party this weekend?” Ran asks, tilting his head amused when you groan loudly. 

“He’s throwing another one? God— does he ever learn his lesson?”

This time, it’s Rindou who laughs. “No, we’re throwing it. For him though.”

“What’s your name?” You ask, assuming they’re brothers. They sort of look the same. The blonde brows and purple eyes give it away. 

“Ran Haitani.” The braided one introduces himself. The name seems familiar to you, you’ve definitely heard it before. 

Then it hits you. “Oh! Wait, I’ve been to a few of your parties before.” You had actually lost your virginity in one of their parties once. Couple years back. Good times, good times. 

But you don’t mention that to them. 

“So I assume you’ll be there, this time then?” The other brother speaks up, nameless because he still hasn’t introduced himself. But you don’t care. 

“Yeah, of course. Just tell me when and where.”

You exchange numbers with the braided one, Ran and then part ways once the elevator door opens. 

—

The next time Ran sees you, is infact at the party. By the time you enter, along with Yuzuha, your best friend, it’s already packed. 

You honestly expected nothing more from the Haitani’s. The one thing they knew how to do was party. 

You make eye contact with Shion, who by the looks of it, is sulking in the corner. Saying goodbye to Yuzuha, you head over towards Shion. 

“Why are you sad? I thought you wanted a party?”

“I do…. but why couldn’t it be this packed for me?” He asks the question with the obvious answer. But you didn’t want to hurt his feelings even more so you just shrugged. 

Now was not the correct time to tell him that the Haitani’s are just better than him in every way shape or form. 

Speaking of the devil, you feel a giant figure behind you. You don’t even need to look back to know who it is. The strong scent of his cologne is enough. 

“Hello Ran.” You tilt your head backwards, accidentally resting it on his shoulder. When was he that close?

“Hey, princess.” He placed his hand on your waist to keep you still. “You actually came.”

“Yeah. I had nothing else to do.” You gulp. Your entire body was burning from the close proximity. The area his hands were touching your waist burnt up, and your body was trying to regulate your body temp back to normal. 

“Go away Ran.” Shion says sulking, lightly. Shion knows what Ran is planning, but Ran sends him a look that has him shutting up instantly. You have no clue what that look meant, not like you would have understood either way. Not with the way Ran was subconsciously pulling you closer to his chest with the grip on your waist. 

Shion doesn’t argue, instead he just kisses his teeth and moves further in the thick crowd of drunk people. 

“You thirsty?” Ran pulls away and you finally feel like you could breathe again. Although your lungs praised Ran for stepping back, your body reacted differently, already missing his warmth. 

“Um, no. Not that thirsty.” 

He ignores you, handing you a cup filled with a mystery liquid. You look down at it, confused. It’s red, could be wine. But when you sniff it, it smells of raspberries. 

“It’s juice. Don’t want you getting drunk here.” He admits and you give him a considerate smile. It’s true, you were driving tonight. Couldn’t afford getting drunk. 

Yuzuha had initial plans to come here, get shit faced, maybe laid too. Which is why you had the misfortune of being the only sober one. Your sole role  tonight is to act as an Uber Driver for your friend.  

“Are you drinking?” You ask him, looking down at his cup. You think it’s filled with whiskey. Not like you could smell it anyway, your nose is stuffed full with Ran’s cologne. 

He shakes his cup slightly, the liquid sloshing from one end of the cup to another. “Yeah, but I only had a few drinks. I have a high alcohol tolerance.”

“Ah, it must be nice.” You sulk. You don’t have the best alcohol tolerance. You’re not a lightweight though. You’re like in the middle of the scale. 

“Hm? You can’t handle alcohol?” 

“No. I can, just not to the extent you can.” You feel so nervous when the music changes to something upbeat. “You just gonna sit here next to me the entire time, or are you actually gonna have fun?” 

Ran chuckles besides you. “Who says being beside you isn’t fun?”

You shrug, not knowing how to respond to that. Ran puts his cup down and tilts your head towards him. He presses his lips to yours, a slow but sensual kiss that has your stomach doing backflips. 

You have no clue why he just suddenly kissed you. Was he drunk? You doubt it, he only had a few drinks, and that wasn’t enough to make a heavyweight drunk. 

You weren’t complaining though. His grip on your face tightened when you stepped in front of him and looped your arms around his shoulders, tilting your face for a better angle. 

Ran nibbles on your bottom lip before pulling away. You feel his fingers slip down, cupping your ass. “Wanna get a room?”

You don’t even hesitate. Grabbing onto his hands and allowing him to lead you around the house. You enter his bedroom and he shuts the door behind him, placing his cup on his desk. “I don’t do hook-ups often, but you look good so I’ll make an exception.” You say, making your way over to what you assume is his bed. It’s really dark here.

“Hey, wait. Stand up.” He commands and you obey, standing up and watching him climb onto the bed, pulling you down harshly onto his lap. You shift around, trying to get comfortable, not realising you were pressing against his boner. 

Ran dips his head into your neck, and groans, “Keep doin’ that and see what happens.”

You freeze, suddenly feeling shy. “Sorry.”

Ran chuckles against your shoulders, pulling the straps of your dress down to expose your breasts. “Don’t be, it’s alright, baby.”

You nod, tilting your head back when he starts kissing your neck, licking and nibbling at your skin, all the while using one hand to grope your breast, shamelessly, and the other hand to grind your hips down against his cock. 

“Do you-ah-fuck, do you this often?” You say, biting the skin of your lip when Ran bites down particularly too hard.

“Do what?” He mumbles, lips travelling up your neck to your jawline. 

“Y’know, pick 1 girl to sleep with at one of your parties?” Ran is a good looking guy. He’s physically attractive, sounds sexy, smells wonderful. He’s everything you always wanted— but you don’t want to just be used and thrown out like the next girl. 

“Just 1 girl?” He questions and you can practically feel his lips curl into a smile. 

“You motherfucker.” You pull his face from your neck to see him giggling. “I knew it!” You try to get out of his lap, but the grip on your hips tighten, basically keeping you in place. The hand groping your breast, also dropped down to your waist, for extra support. 

So he’s hot and now strong? The list just keeps on growing. 

“No, don’t go anywhere. I’m just kidding, I don’t do that stuff.” He pulls you closer, resting his forehead against yours. “I want you here.”

“And I want to be out there.” You tilt your head towards the door. The music from downstairs drowned out and blurred from the blood rushing towards your ears as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. His chuckle, loud and clear, vibrating against your eardrums. 

“Well, I want you,” his nails dig into the skin of your hips, tugging you flush towards his chest, “here.” 

You look down at him, his eyes are warm, and you actually register the closeness between you both. “But..we just met.”

“So?”

 You swallow, hard, lips parting when he leans in, slipping his tongue past your lips, into your mouth. They tangle with yours as his hands rake up and down  the skin of your back, his short nails pressing softly, leaving only faint marks.

“Mm,” you hum into his mouth, fingers slipping down between your legs to rub your clit. Ran laughs when he can hear the slick, wet noise between your legs the second your fingers make contact with your cunt. 

“So wet,” his fingers meet yours, guiding them in soft circles that have your back arching. “Just for me, yeah?”

You nod,  unable to utter a verbal response. But Ran doesn’t appreciate that, He wants to hear you breathless, wants to hear your shaky voice call out his name. “Use your words.” He whispers softly, placing wet kisses on the lobe of your ear. 

“Y-yeah. Just for you. All you.” 

His fingers dominate yours, pushing them out the way and sinking softly into your drenched cunt. “You’re soaking. Holy-shit.” It’s embarrassing, to be this wet over a few kisses, but you can’t help it. “Bet I could just slip right in.”

“God—”

“Hm, you’d like that?” He tilts his head so that his nose is brushing against yours, looking into your desperate eyes. “Answer me.” Every word he utters, he’s leaning closer, his lip nudging your own.

You’re about to surrender and give into his temptation, when a loud noise erupts downstairs. Almost like a gunshot. It was loud enough to have you both flinching for a moment. “Ran, what was that?” You turn to face him, his face is concentrated and calculated. 

“Stay here.” He presses a last kiss to your forehead before shifting you off his lap and laying you down on the bed. You sit up, about to stand up as he tugs his pants back on. He hears movement from the bed and turns to face you, “I said, stay here.” He gently pushes you back on the bed, “don’t move. Just lay down, sleep or something. I’ll be right back.”

“Ran, what was that noise?” You pull your dress straps up to cover your exposed chest. 

“[Y/n], listen to me. Do you understand what I just said?”

He shakes you a little bit. Your eyes blink up to him, nodding. “Yeah, I understand.”

“Good.” 

You watch him reach inside his drawer and grab something. You can’t tell what it is because it’s still dark inside his room. He exits the room and shuts the door behind him. 

Heading downstairs, he notices everybody aside from his friends had fled the party. Now he’s confused. He approaches his brother, who has his hand firm inside his pocket, gripping something. 

“Uh, Rin, what’s going on?”

“We got company.” He nods over to the door. One of Shion’s ex-cellmates stands there, with a gun in his hand. 

“Oh for fucks sake.” Ran straightens up his clothes, stuffing his baton deep into his pockets before heading towards the man. Shion has his arm wrapped around his shoulder and they’re laughing as if they didn’t just scare everybody in the fucking house with that gun scare.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got out man!” Shion ruffles the guy's hair whilst having him in a headlock.

"You people are a bunch of psycho's." Kakucho says, "this is why nobody comes to your parties, if this is the bullshit you people pull."

"It was a joke!" The cell-mate calls out, stuffing the gun back into his pocket. 

Shion comes to his defence, “It’s not like anybody was hurt right…?”

“Hurt?” Ran grabs his baton from his pocket, “give me two reasons right now, why I shouldn’t kill you with this.”

Shion hides behind his friend for protection. “If you’re going to kill anyone, kill him!” He points at his friend, “he’s the one that brought the gun, I didn’t tell him to!”

“You people are a bunch of pussies.” He grabs Shion’s collar and forcefully drags him forward. “Okay, I’ll apologise for ruining the party. Just wanted to say hey to Shion.” 

“Okay, well you said hey. Now get out.” Rindou calls out, “seriously, what you did was fucked.” 

Ran looks up at the ceiling where shot the gun. His head is pounding just thinking how much that’ll cost to get that covered up. “You’re paying for my ceiling.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever. I’ll give Shion the money. Nice to meet ya guys!” He winks then turns to dap up Shion before exiting the party.

“He’s so cool.” Shion stares at the door, “I haven’t seen him in months.”

“Did he shoot up your jail cell too?” Kakucho sighs, walking over to the balcony to unlock the doors. Bunch of people enter, clutching their hearts from fear or maybe shock. 

“No, he didn’t shoot up my goddamn cell. I don’t even know how he got that gun honestly. But I’m sorry he did that, he’s just a bit,” Shion pauses, searching for the right word, “crazy.”

“Yeah? No shit!” A girl yells, “We almost died!”

“He shot the ceiling, so unless you were floating from the ceiling then you’re being dramatic.”

She scoffs, “and to think, I thought you were hot. Nevermind.” Grabbing her purse from the couch, “c’mon let’s go.”

Shion watches, mouth agape as the girls and the boys leave the apartment. “Hey.. wait I was kidding!”

“Good job there.” Ran pats his shoulder the moment the door slams shut. Shion mutters something rude under his breath and heads over to the fridge to stuff something down his throat. 

Kakucho had his thinking face on, trying to calculate the damages done to the ceiling and how much it’ll cost to get it fixed. Rindou had his hands on his temples, rubbing it profusely. “What’s this guy's name anyway?”

“His nick-name? Or actual name?” Shion takes a huge bite out of the leftover sandwich he found in the fridge. “I don’t think I can give out his real name, so just call him Kyo.”

“Kyo? Stupid ass name, for a stupid ass person.” 

“He’s not stupid! He’s cool. I think Izana might like him.”

Kakucho is the one to scoff now, “Just cause Izana might be a little….. doesn’t mean that he’ll like this Kyo dude. He seems like bad news.”

“I agree.” Ran nods in agreement, “he’s weird. I don’t like him.”

“Um…. what happened?” All the boys in the living room turn their heads to the staircase, “is anybody hurt?”

“False alarm.” Rindou sighs.

“False–” you can’t even finish your sentence and Ran can practically see the steam pouring out from the sides of your head. 

“Uh-oh.”

“You’re telling me, I thought there was a fuckin’ murderer inside the house, only for it to be a false alarm?” By the time you reach the bottom of the stairs, Ran walks over, embracing you in his arms. 

“You alright?” He asks, and you hug him, nodding.

“Yeah. Just pissed.” 

Ran chuckles and kisses the top of your forehead. “Me too.” That fucking idiot, Kyo, ruined a very special intimate moment between the two of you. He isn’t sure if you are both pissed at the same thing, but doesn’t dwell on it.

Bringing out your phone, you see 5 missed calls from Yuzuha, and 34 messages. “Shit.” You pull away from his embrace and unlock your phone, scrolling through each of her messages. “I-I gotta go.” 

“Wait, let me walk you home.” Ran offers but you shake your head, telling him that you’re fine. You have his number anyway, you can talk to him later. The second you shut that door, you’re calling Yuzuha back. 

“Hello—”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME WE WAS GOING TO A HAITANIS PARTY?!” 

You flinch from the sudden outburst, “Sorry? I didn’t know you guys hated each other—”

“Where are you?”

“I just left. Why?”

“I’m outside. Hurry up.”

You hang up and head down the stairs, to the Main Street where Yuzuha's car is parked. The second you enter the car, she’s already scolding you. “You slept with him, didn’t you?”

“No.” Technically, you weren’t lying. You were about to. But you didn’t, sadly. Yuzuha bangs her head on the steering wheel, accidentally honking the horn in the process.

“Don’t get yourself involved with people like them. They’re in a gang [Y/n].”

“Isn’t your brother…. also…. in a gang….?”

Yuzuha pauses. “Yes, but that’s different! There’s two types of gangs [Y/n]. Toman doesn’t do the type of stuff Ran and his friends do. They do like illegal stuff,” she looks around to make sure nobody is around, “like drugs and stuff. It’s just dangerous. They’ve been in and out of juvie. It’s not the same.”

“Okay, well Shion is my neighbour. Are you gonna tell me to stay away from him too?”

“No, I can’t control what you do, or who you’re with. That’s entirely up to you, but what I can do, is guide you into not making stupid mistakes.”

You sulk, like a child at her words about to throw a tantrum after not being allowed to get a toy from the store. 

“[Y/n], are you listening to me?” 

“Yes! Okay, fine. I’ll stop seeing him.” Not like there was much to see anyway, you both only got up to third base, and you’re pretty sure if it wasn’t for that maniac, you would’ve gone all the way. 

“You promise?”

“Promise.”

***

Did you also mention that you’re a liar?

Knock knock. 

“Coming!” You set the plate of food, that was resting on your lap, onto your table. Standing up, adjusting your clothes before heading towards the door. 

Once opened, you’re met with familiar black and blonde braids. “Oh, look who’s here.” You state, sort of annoyed. It had been a week since the whole gun-shot party scare, and you were waiting for Ran to text you. 

But he didn’t. 

Waiting a whole week. Not even a single text, no message, no call. No nothing. 

“What do you want?” 

Ran doesn’t appreciate the harsh tone, but decides to ignore it, for now. “Can I come in?”

“No.” You’re about to slam the door, but he forcefully stops it. 

“I’m going to ask again.” He steps closer, eliminating the distance between the both of you, making his voice slightly deeper, he repeats, “Can I come in?”

You curse your body for freezing up, the moment he purposefully dropped his voice. You also curse your mind for crumbling so easily, stepping out of the way to allow him entrance into your place. 

“Okay, so what do you want?” You repeat, standing by the half open door. 

“You sound upset.” No fucking shit. 

“Ok? Well, I’m not.” Your attitude gets the better of you, stubbornness overpowering reasoning. 

“Hmm,” he taps his chin twice, thinking. “No, you definitely are. What’s up?”

What’s up? “Get out, Ran.”

“Why?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.” 

Ran blinks, confused. Why are you so mad? He notices your brows are scrunched, the tips of your nails are digging into your skin. “[Y/n]..”

“Don’t ‘[Y/n]’ me. You can’t just… ignore me for a week, then show up for what? Pussy? You wanted to get laid, is that why you’re here?”

“What- no-“

“Pfft. Bullshit. Get out, Ran I can’t.” Your emotions were getting the best of you, and you felt yourself about to cry. You don’t even know why him ignoring you, got to you so much. 

“Hey, wait.” Ran steps closer, seeing the tears at bay in your eyes. “[Y/n], what’s wrong?”

“Why did you ignore me?” You ask, voice quiet and meek, finally giving into your emotions. “It’s been a week, Ran. Nothing. It hurts”

Stop crying you idiot. Your brain tells you, over and over again, but you just can’t. You guys aren’t even dating, you literally just kissed. You don’t have a right to be reacting this way. Ran thinks you’re crazy, like some obsessive ex— minus the ex. 

“I never ignored you,” he pulls you in for a hug, and you instantly wrap your arms around his sides, sobbing into his jacket, “I was actually, waiting for you to hit me up all week, but you didn’t. So I was talking to Shion about it, and he told me that he saw some guy leave your apartment.” He pauses, and you can feel his fingers tighten against you, “and I came over to see if you were with another guy…. But you’re not, so I look fucking stupid right now.” He chuckles, breathlessly, embarrassment flowing through him. 

“A guy?” You mumble into his shirt, pulling away, you apologise for the tear stains left on his shirt. Ran tells you not to worry about it. 

“A guy?” You question again, you don’t remember a guy entering— “Oh! That was my brother. He came to give me something yesterday.”

“…Oh.” If Ran felt stupid before, he feels foolish now. 

“Was someone jealous?” You taunt him, getting up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. 

“What if I was?” He questions, wiping away the tears on your cheek with his thumbs. “You’re the one crying right now.”

“Am not.” You sniff and drop back down to your regular height, when Ran’s hand slithers up to your throat, pulling you back up to face him. He holds your gaze for a moment, waiting to see if you’ll pull away or not. When he sees you have no intentions of moving, he uses the hand around your throat to guide your face into the perfect position to slot his mouth against yours.

The angle is a little uncomfortable, but he’s holding you down with his hand on your throat, so you can’t move either way. Tilting your chin up, your lips press against one another's, slowly and passionately, contrasting the first kiss you both shared last week, that was more horny and desperate.

You run your hands down his shoulders, then down to his shirt, lifting it up to feel his chest.  It’s a little bumpy because of his abs. You smile into the kiss as you trace your fingers between the indents. You continue mapping along his chest, enjoying every heavy breath he releases against your mouth. “That tickles.” He gasps out when you reach the waistband of his pants.

“Good.” You start working at the zipper, swallowing the soft grunts he makes into your mouth. You pull away from the kiss once his pants are unzipped to get down on your knees. You reach inside his boxer briefs to pull out his already hard cock. “Wow, you’re hard already,” you mock his tone from last week, “all we did was kiss, Ran.”

“Sh-shut up.” He exhales shakily when you begin stroking him slowly, running your fingers down the entirety of his length. Licking a trail to the base of his cock, pressing down along the prominent vein along his shaft. 

You wrap your lips around the tip, hollowing your cheeks out while bobbing your head slowly. You look up at him, his jaw is hanging open slightly and his chest is heaving up and down. He was throbbing inside you, each suction gathered more blood, making him even harder.

“Shitttt,” he let out a low groan, fingers finding their way into your hair, lacing themselves between the strands as he guided your head up and down his cock. When you reached the base, he held you there and started to thrust inside your mouth, spitting curses from his lips when he hit the back of your throat, making ir convulse around his tip. 

“So warm fuck, keep it there,” he was sputtering and praising you with lewd words, about how good you felt around him. His eyes were closed shut, so he couldn’t see the tears and spit streaming down your face. You moaned around his cock, your cheeks vibrating around his sensitive length, causing him to quickly pull you off before he cums down your throat.

“Holy shit,” he was panting, trying to catch his breath. You massage your jaw, trying to get rid of the ache.

“H-how was it?” Your voice was rough and hoarse from the face-fucking. Ran simply reached his hand out, and pulled you up and off the ground.

“You earned yourself something.” He says, sliding his hands down your sides, to beneath your thighs and the back of your knee, lifting you up and off the floor. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and your legs around his waist as he carries you towards the couch, since he doesn’t know where your bedroom is.

The second he drops you down onto the couch, you drag him down, using the grip you have around his neck, pulling him into a desperate kiss as he slides his fingers down and into your leggings.

You shift and spread your legs to allow him more room. Moaning into his mouth when he starts to rub slow but sensual circles onto your clit. “R-ran, fuck-ah-yeah like that.”

“Yeah? Like this?” He presses harder using his thumb, while slipping two fingers inside you, scissoring you easily due to how wet you are. “Sucking me off made you this wet, hm?”

“Yeah,” your giggle breaks off into a moan when he speeds up. Dropping your arms from his neck, you grip onto the couch cushion, digging your nails in as he fucks you with his fingers. You whine when he pulls away, slipping his fingers out of you. 

“Shh,” he notices the look of confusion on your face, “I wanna get a taste.”

“Mmm, okay.” You hum, biting the skin of your lip while he pulls your leggings, along with your panties, down. He trails kisses along your thighs, licking over his bite marks as he makes his way down to your cunt.

“Ran, c’mon…” he laughs into your skin as you whine impatiently. He reaches your pussy and licks between your folds, tongue lapping up your slick. It sounds wet and mushy and you feel embarrassed hearing the sound. But Ran loves it. He loves it so much.

He loves the taste of you. Digging his face deeper, he slides his tongue inside your hole, wrapping his lips around your pulsing clit. “Omygod, omygod,ohmy-fuck-” Your back arches, fingers digging into the couch, you swear you’re ripping the cushions open, but you don’t care, you really don’t.

He hums into your folds, swallowing your slick whilst fucking your hole at a languid pace. Ran pulls his face out from between your legs, replacing his tongue with his fingers, sliding in and out of you easily. “You like it like this, don’t you?” He asks, curving the length of his finger upwards, making sure to brush up against your spot.

A sharp gasp, plus a violent hip thrust proves his theory correct. He begins his trail of kisses again from your inner thigh, back down to your clit, showing it the attention you’d been craving all week. “Ran,” you pant out and he flicks his eyes up at you, “Kiss.”

He gives your clit one last kiss before sitting up. Your hands abandon the cushions, pulling him down by his braids to attach your lips together. You can taste yourself on his lips, but lick it all away, wanting to taste him instead. 

He takes this distraction to add another finger in, repeating the curve motions from before. You squeal into the kiss  and he shuts you up, sliding his tongue inside. You take this chance to wrap your lips around his vessel, sucking along the length, likewise you did to his cock. Ran lets out a low groan, “You’re something else… y’know that?”

“Stop talking.” You complain, pulling him towards you for a deeper kiss. His hand adds one last finger in, pushing his fingers deeper into you with triple the force, scouring your insides to make you cream all over his fingers. With the extra finger added, you take it upon yourself to rub your clit to reach your orgasm faster. 

Ran brings his thumb up, joining your fingers, but pushes his thumb down harder with more strength, stimulating your g-spot from two fronts. “Fuck” Ah, fuckfuck,” your voice is shaky as you practically scream, legs shaking as your walls begin to clench around his fingers. “`m cummin’ Ran, fuckfuckfuckfuck, shit! I’m–”

He presses his lips onto yours, shoving your moans back down your throat as he fucks you through your orgasm. Once your legs stop shaking, he pulls his fingers out and sits up.

The slick from your pussy sliding down his three fingers and down onto his palm, dripping onto the couch. “Holy shit.” He says and you shrink into the couch cushions, embarrassed. You’d never been that wet before, so this was a new discovery for the both of you. “Is it always like this?”

Ran grins, all teeth and victory as you shake your head slowly. “Just for me, huh, pretty girl?” 

“Just you.” You sit up, ignoring the way your leg aches to bring him inside for another kiss.

***

That was just the start of you and Ran’s relationship. Over the course of the next few months, you both kept whatever you had going on a secret. Your reasoning behind it was you didn’t want to give Yuzuha a heart attack, after finding out you were screwing a Haitani behind her back.

Ran’s reasoning was more protective. He didn’t want anybody to find out about you. Not because he was embarrassed of you, no. If he could, he would show you off in front of the entire world. But it just wasn’t safe for you to be known as Ran’s girlfriend.

He wishes things were different. Maybe they could be, later in the future. As of right now, only Rindou knows about your ‘relationship’. None of you officially asked each other out, so by definition, the two of you aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. But it feels official enough, to the point even talking to another girl disgusts Ran, and you couldn’t look at another boy sexually. It just felt wrong. 

The amount of times he rejected girls recently made the gang grow a bit suspicious, to which he just responds with ‘I don’t have time for that stuff.’ It’s true, though. He doesn’t have time to do that stuff, with other girls that aren’t you. 

“Ran, how does this look on me?” Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He looks over to you, wearing your new silk nightgown. He blinks a couple times, and his silence says enough. “Is… is it bad?”

“What? No!” He sees the small frown on your face and he’s instantly leaning forward, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you down onto the bed. “No, baby, you look gorgeous.”

“But, you were silent.” You look up at him, your beady eyes making him even hornier. He looks down, seeing your body visibly through the thin silk of your gown. You weren’t wearing a bra because you were about to go to sleep, and your nipples are clear as day, not making the situation any better for him.

“Is it the colour?” You keep going, trying to understand the possible reasons why he doesn’t like the gown. 

“Colour? What, no.” He sighs, “you look sexy.”

“You’re just saying that.” You try to climb out from his lap, but his arm around your waist prevents that action. 

“You want me to show you instead?” He grins, dragging you down to lay down on the bed next to him. You groan, tiredly when you feel his fingers sliding down your thighs. 

“Ran, it’s late..” 

“Hm,” He hears your words, so redirects his fingers upwards, resting them on your waist until you fall asleep. “Baby?” He calls out, minutes later to ensure you’re awake or not. 

You mumble something in your sleep.

“What was that?”

“I said, stop touching my boob.”

Ran giggles into your neck, “no, ‘s soft.” He grips your breast harder, palming it shamelessly. You tilt your head back, hitting his shoulder. 

“You’re such a pervert.” You mutter incoherently, voice slurred as your brain is half asleep. He rolls you over onto your back, lifting your nightgown up until it exposes your chest. 

“It’s cold here, Ran.” You say in response to your breasts being exposed to the cold air in the room. Your nipples instantly harden, and Ran feels it. 

“Let me warm you.” He lazily rolls over the top of you, attaching his lips to your nipple, sucking the bud. 

“Fuck,” you bite your lip, tipping your head back when you feel your nipples soften in his mouth. “Ran,” you run your fingers through his loose hair, twisting the strands in your hands. 

He hums against your nipple, tongue darting out to flick the bud. He pulls away, engulfing your areola in his mouth, and pulling away with a pop. The noise makes you wake up slightly. “Ran, sleeeeeep.” 

“Okay, okay.” He rolls over, back to his side and you gather the small energy you have left and pull your gown back down before he could grab your breast again. 

You smile in your sleep when you feel him mumble complaints under his breath, before pulling you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

Just as you’re about to fall asleep, your phone beside you rings. You barely even have the energy to lift up the phone, but you manage to surprisingly. You outline the words M on your screen, the rest of the words are blurry. 

Unlocking it, you accept the call, bringing the phone up to your ear. “…Hello?”

“[Y/n], open your door, I think I forgot my notepad in your house, I’ll be there soon.”

“Mhm… yeah. Come right in.”

You’re so out of it, you don’t even realise your words. They only register when he says, “Great, be there in 2. Bye!”

You sit up so fast, it startled Ran. “You need to get out, now.” You shake him awake, knowing he’s such a slug in bed. “Rannnnn, Mitsuya is gonna be here like NOW. Get up.”

“Fuck him, who cares.” He rolls over, tucking himself further into your sheets. You give up, realising there’s no point in trying. Fully awake now, you jump out of bed, grabbing your jacket and shoving it on before meeting Mitsuya in the front of your house before he comes in himself.

The second you’re down the hallway, you hear the front door open. “Mitsuya! Hey, hey.” You can’t let Mitsuya find out. Apparently, just two weeks ago, you heard from Hakkai that Ran and Mitsuya got into an altercation with a brick and a face.

You scolded Ran after, telling him to stop playing dirty and told him to apologise to Mitsuya. You have no clue if he did, but if he didn’t, then you don’t want to spend your night cleaning up blood from your floors.

“Hey, I think I left my notebook here, for my sketches.” He starts checking underneath the cushions and you awkwardly stand there, ready to push him away from entering your room if the time comes.

“Have you found it?” You bite your nails, anxiously. This shouldn’t be so nerve-wracking…. But it is. And meanwhile, Ran is just fast asleep in the other room.

“No. I think it might be in your room.” 

“No!” You say a bit too quickly, then cough discreetly. “I mean, no. Impossible.”

“Impossible? How?”

“I- I just cleaned my room. I would’ve seen it.” You lie, not even sure if his notebook is in there. “I think you should check Hakkai’s house.”

“No, I did. Your place was the last resort.”

“Aw,” you pout, then yawn loudly, “well, I’m really tired, so I’ll check for it in the morning. You need to leave.” You begin rushing him towards the door, but forget he’s stronger than you, so he barely budges. 

“Why are you in such a rush? Oh– you got a boy over don’t you?” His face turns smug. 

Did I mention you’re a terrible liar too?

“N-no. Pfft. Boy? No. Uh-uh.”

“Who is it…?”

“I don’t kiss and tell. Now get out.” You push him lightly towards the door and he chuckles before exiting. You take a deep breath before heading back inside to your room. 

***

Ran: i don’t think this is working

You: what

Ran: us

You: …

You: are you breaking up with me over text?

Ran: sorta

You: ok bye then

Ran: y/n?                                                                                                              Message not delivered

“Well, she blocked me.” Ran tossed his phone onto the couch, before sinking his face into his palms. Rindou made a noise that nobody could translate. 

“Yikes.” Shion adds, “she seem upset?”

“She fuckin’ blocked me so what do you think?” Ran snaps, making Shion raise his hands up. 

“Don’t get mad at me! You’re the idiot that broke up with her over text.”

“Because I had to! If it was in person, she’d just ask questions and I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

“That’s what you get for having relationships.” Izana speaks this time. “It’s dangerous, this could’ve been avoided before if you just listened to my rule.”

“I know.” Ran sulked. Izana doesn’t understand anything, that’s why he made the stupid rule to begin with. “Doesn’t matter, at least she’s safe now.”

“And you’re sure nobody knew about the two of you?” Shion asks, “I don’t want her getting hurt.”

“Yes, I’m sure. We barely went out together anyways. I knew she’d be a target, if people found out. That’s why I barely told you idiots.”

Kakucho sits down next to Ran. “You did the right thing.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.” He picks up his phone, looking at the message not delivered. It’s for the best. He repeats over and over in his head. 

***

“I don’t wanna say I told you so…” Yuzuha drags out the sentence, but you already know she’s going to say it. “But I told you so!” 

You groan, grabbing a cushion and stuffing your face into it. 

“No seriously, what were you thinking, going out with a Haitani. I told you, they were bad news!”

“Okay! I get it alright? I fucked up. Now can we just move on..”

Hakkai comes and sits down next to you. “It’s okay, [Y/n]. You didn’t do anything wrong. Even though I hate Ran’s guts and I would never approve of your relationship, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Jeez, thanks Hakkai. You’re so sweet.” You say, leaning into his side as he wraps his arm around you. “I’m not sure if I hate him, or not.”

“Well, you should.” Mitsuya approaches the couch you’re all sitting on and sits on the armrest. “I mean, I’m probably being biased here—“

“You most definitely are.” You cut him off. 

“—but I never trusted him. Like at all.”

“Maybe that’s because he hit you with a brick?” Yuzuha giggles. 

“No…. Well yeah, but that’s not all of it. Look what he did to [Y/n].”

You pout, not wanting to even think about that right now. Over text. That’s probably what made you the most upset. It’s the fact he didn’t even have the decency to face you in person when breaking up. Instead, sending some flimsy text message. 

“What if… he’s with another girl?” Yuzuha plots, but you shake your head. 

“Impossible. He wouldn’t cheat on me.”

Hakkai puts his thinking cap on. “Then why else did he randomly break up with you?”

You shrug. Maybe you’re still in denial and thinking he’s still with you. But he definitely didn’t cheat on you. That’s not like Ran. It makes no sense. 

“You should just make him jealous, like go out with someone else, make sure he’s watching.” Yuzuha pictures the perfect revenge in her head. 

“I’m not ready to go out with anyone else right now.” 

“Okay, maybe like, fake it. Like a rumour, or something. We can tell Mikey, who can tell Izana, who can tell Ran that you slept with….”

“With….. who?”

Yuzuha looks at Mitsuya, who shakes his head. “No. [Y/n] is my best friend, that’s weird.”

She rolls her eyes then shifts it to her brother. “Hakkai..?”

“Y-you want— I—,” 

You almost feel bad for Hakkai, the way he’s stuttering right now, as if you’re asking to sleep with him for real. 

“It’s not real Kai. It’s just a rumour.” Yuzuha informs him before he has a heart attack on the couch. “C’mon, say it for [Y/n].”

Everybody looks at Hakkai, who gives into defeat. “Fine.. but I don’t want Ran to jump me, if he gets mad.”

“He won’t.”

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

***

Mitsuya accidentally blurted out in front of Mikey that you and Hakkai had a little ‘fun’ over the weekend. Mikey, being the big instigator he is, almost immediately told Izana, who waited a couple days before telling Ran. 

“That fucking whore.” Was his reaction. “It hasn’t even been a week, and she’s already fucking someone else.” He couldn’t believe it. He broke up with you to protect you, and how do you repay that? By sleeping with someone else, not even a week after he broke up with you.

“Who was it?” He asks Izana, who’s been standing there the entire time, listening to Ran complain about how whorish you’re acting.

“Hakkai.”

Ran looks over to the side,  hands on his chin, “Shiba?” Izana nods and Ran puts two and two together. Ran stands up from where he’s sat and heads towards the door.

“Hey!” Izana calls out, making Ran stop in his tracks, “where the hell are you going?”

“Out.”

Izana is about to say something, then realises he should just let Ran be. He isn’t necessarily scared of Ran when he’s angry, but he knows things won’t get pretty when he is mad. So he decides to let whatever happens happen. Hopefully, he will hear the gossip from Mikey. 

***

Knock knock.

“Who the hell?” You turn off the water and wipe your eyes with your arm to get the water off your face. You step out of the shower, soaking wet, reaching for your towel that’s hung on the other end of the wall. 

The knocking gets even louder, so you don't have time to dry yourself off. Whoever is on the other end of that door, you’re going to kill them, for rushing you out of your shower, the water is still dripping down your body as you head straight for the door. The moment the door is unlocked, Ran practically barges inside, not even giving you a second to comprehend who’s entering.

It’s the braids that are a dead give away, and you gulp, realising the reason he’s here. “Shiba? You fuckin’ serious?” 

“And, what about it?” You glare at him, readjusting your towel over your body, suddenly feeling very self conscious. He’s fully clothed, and you’re literally naked, with nothing but a towel.

The two of you stare at each other, eyes narrowed and filled with a range of emotions. Ran’s trying so hard to stay mad at you, but just the sight of you, wet, the water drops dripping down your skin, with nothing but a short towel on. 

Fuck. 

“Why are you exactly here, Ran? Do you want an apology?” If he says yes, you swear, your fist is going to collide with this man’s face. The sheer audacity of this guy.

“No, I’d prefer an explanation.”

“And I’d prefer for you to get out.” Ran’s hand is around your throat, almost instantly. It’s not a painful grip, so your panic dies down when you realise he didn’t come in here to hurt you. 

“So, that’s it? You’re dating Shiba now?” 

You wrap your hand around his hand on your throat, trying to pull it off so you could breathe, but he holds you tighter. “His name is Hakkai, and I-I’m not dating him. Even if I am, what’s it with you?” 

There’s a bitter taste in your mouth, along with something resting in the pit of your stomach. “Ran, please put me down.” Your voice is strained slightly. You stare up into his eyes, you can’t read them. You’re unsure if he’s genuinely angry or not.

He looks away, before gently letting go of your throat. Without even thinking, the second you regain your breath, your hand moves first and you hit his chest, “Fuck you.” You spit, “you can’t just come in here and fucking strangle me, and act like I’m cheating on you, when you cheated FIRST.” You had no clue what you were saying right now, he never even cheated. It was only speculation, from Yuzuha. There’s no solid proof.

“Cheating? Did Shiba tell you I cheated? So, he could get into your pants?”

“Why are you so obsessed with Hakkai? I feel like this is more about him, than about me.”

“I don’t care about him. I care about you. You’re the one that’s already fucking other people within a week of our breakup!”

“Well, you’re the one that caused the breakup. So you don’t get a say on what happens after. There’s no time limit, Ran. I can fuck whoever I want, whenever I want.” 

You don’t even realise how close you had gotten while you were arguing. He stared down at you, stepping closer, the space between both of your bodies disappearing. He grabs your hand that was on his chest and lifts it off him, simply holding it. 

You’re confused, but you don’t look away. This intense eye contact is making blood rush to your face. Both of you aren’t sure who leans in first,  but the kiss is sloppy and messy. The knot on your towel unravels rather quickly and falls to the floor.

You feel embarrassed, but that doesn’t stop you from pulling him closer by placing a hand on the back of his neck. Nothing about this kiss is sweet, like the ones you used to share. His hand grabs the back of your hair, guiding the kiss whichever way he pleases fit. 

You’re the first one to pull away from the kiss, eyes full of confusion and lust. You’re supposed to be moving on. Not going right back to square one. Fuck it.

You grab onto his hand and lead him towards your bedroom. The second he’s inside, you push him onto your bed and climb over him. “This is a one time thing, okay?” You reassure him, not wanting to fall for him again. Not like your feelings left in the first place.

He doesn’t respond, so you just roll your eyes and begin to strip his jacket and shirt off. He watches you intensely as you unzip his pants, stepping off of him slightly to pull them off him completely.

Now you’re both completely naked, his hands grab onto your waist, pulling you back over him. His lips are on yours again, but you can feel his teeth pulling and biting your lower lip. You swear you can feel them bruising. He traces your clit slowly, slower than he ever has before in your relationship.

It’s annoying. You don’t have patience for this. “You good?” He finally says, seeing your brows knit in frustration at his slow pace. “You want me to go faster?”

He speeds up slightly, not to the pace you want, but significantly faster than his previous one. By the way your brows unknit, he’s already got his answer. “Beg for it,”

“No.”

He pinches your clit, eliciting a sweet soft moan from your lips, completely ruining your whole facade. “Say it.”

“Fuck you.” Your voice is breathy and weak, despite wanting it to come out aggressive.

“That’s what I’m tryna do. But y’know what?” He barely even gives you a second to respond, gripping your hips and flipping you over on all fours. Whenever you tried to look up and behind you to see what he was doing, he shoved your face back into the mattress. “You wanna act like a whore?” He rubs the tip against your folds, “you’ll get treated like one.” He grunts and fully pushes himself inside you.

Your body jolts forward the second he enters you, fingers clawing at the sheets as you try to give yourself a minute. But of course, Ran doesn’t allow you that satisfaction. He immediately draws his hips back, pulling out so only his tip remains, before slamming back inside you.

“Fuck! R-ran, wait!” You cry out, struggling to keep up with his brutal pace. But he’s relentless. 

“So now, fuck, you wanna wait? You never waited before letting Shiba fuck my pussy.” His voice was strained as he dug his fingers into your hips, pushing you down towards the bed and slams inside you, not even missing a single beat.

“It’s not yours! You c-conceited, selfish, egotistical, self-centred p-piece of-shit!” The last word you uttered trailed off into a moan when he shut you up with a slam of his hips. You felt him deeper than you ever felt him before. His grunts got even louder the longer he practically manhandled you.

“You got anything else to say? Or is it my turn now?” 

“F-f-fuck you,” you whisper, tears running down your face when he drags you up from the bed using your hair. 

“Want me to go slower? Just say the words and I’ll think about listening.”

“I don’t need mercy. I’m not a b-bitch, like you.” You wince when his grip on your hair tightens even more. 

“You’re the biggest bitch I know.” He laughs silently, your skin erupts in goosebumps hearing it. “Did you give Shiba this treatment?”

“L-leave him out of this.” You reach behind you to claw at his arm, hoping he slows down. The second he stops his thrusts, you reach down, grabbing the base of his cock and pulling out. The ache in your leg is strong, but you manage to flip the position, climbing on top of him and lowering yourself onto his cock. “You wanna see how I fucked him? It was like this-” 

You slowly roll your hips while sinking down his length. You watch his mouth fall open slightly as you lift yourself up and off. “He liked it like this.” You have no clue what you’re doing, or saying. But it’s in the spur of the moment, you aren’t thinking.

You reach behind yourself, gripping the sheets as you bounce on his length, only stopping to roll your hips, spelling out H A K K A I with each movement of your hips. Ran noticed and quickly took control, grabbing your waist and slamming you down on his cock, lifting you up immediately after both your hips made contact. 

His fingers squeeze your ass cheeks, digging his nails into them, all the while rolling his hips up, making you scream by feeling him so deep inside. “R-ran I’m, gonna c—”

He slaps a hand over your mouth, “Shut the fuck up.”

You grab his shoulders, nails scratching and clawing at his skin while he drives himself harder into you, watching your eyes roll back. The band in your stomach finally snaps and you muffled cry out his name into his hand. 

“Fuck” He pants, dropping his hand from your mouth to your hips, slamming you down one last time before shooting his cum inside you. Ropes on ropes of cum fly out, staining your walls white. You pant against his shoulder, exhausted, back arching when he runs his hands down your back. 

It’s silent in the room, until he finally speaks up. “Did you let him cum inside you too?”

You look down, then lift his face up to yours. Resting your forehead against his own. “We never fucked.”

Ran raises a brow, but lets you continue talking. “It was a rumour, we spread, because I thought… you were cheating on me.”

“I never cheated.”

“Then, why did you break up with me?” You demanded an answer, “through text too. What, am I not good enough for an actual break up?” The tears are back, falling without your consent, but you don’t care. You just needed an answer.

“I didn’t break up with you, because I hated you, or that I was cheating on you, or anything like that. It’s—,” he paused, trying to find the right words. “I didn’t want you being a target, or anything. One of my friends’ girl got attacked, cause his gang upset another one. They targeted the girl, the second I heard that, I didn’t want that happening to you. I could never let that happen. I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to you cause of me.” 

You wipe the tear falling from your face, then look down. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” 

The two of you stare at each other before laughing. “I feel so stupid,” You say, resting your forehead against his. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, with the rumour. I was just mad.”

“`S okay. I’m not upset with you.” He presses a soft kiss against your lips. One kiss led to two, then three, then the two of you were distracted in each other’s embrace, lips passionately moving against one another’s. Ran pulls away, “I love you.”

Your eyes widen, because not once has he said that. Even though you knew you loved him, you never uttered those words either. But to hear it right now, you didn’t know how to react.

“I-I love you too.”

Ran smiles, then places a kiss on your shoulder, then your neck, then the tip of your nose. 

“I’m still gonna murder Hakkai by the way.”

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