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b0ther · 6 months

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LOSER LOSER LOSER !!! YUUTA

it's your typical story: the bully and the loser. you don't mind, though. not when yuuta's taking you in this good.

pairing : okkotsu yuuta x reader (masculine pronouns. amab) rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content) type : headcanon & short drabble(s) hehe tags : reader is your typical BULLY and yuuta is your typical LOSER who gets BULLIED, depiction of violence (please be mindful of the tags), high school AU, yuuta gets off from the bullying, reader has a giant cock as per usual, yuuta displays some obsessive behaviours, usage of the words "slut" and "baby" and "whore" and "idiot", dry humping, blowjobs, spitting, anal sex, slight dub-con word count : 1,962

author's note : all my kings who believe in sub yuuta supremacy. . . this one's for you. also i wrote this half asleep. sawry. will def write more for this prompt in the future. love u ol 🫶

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♡ you have never really paid much attention to LOSER!YUUTA, of course. why would you? you have shinier friends and your reputation allows you to trample on people in his class. you don't need him—you don't need to know him.

♡ oh, but LOSER!YUUTA? he pays attention to you. he pays attention hard. he watches your strides, heading to the cafeteria or the bathroom or out the school gates. he breathes in the air every time he gets the chance to indulge himself from being close to you. his cock throbs every time you just so much as elbow his shoulder in malice.

♡ LOSER!YUUTA is such a nice boy—he crosses his heart and swears to himself that he doesn't enjoy seeing his peers getting their heads slammed onto the chalk walls along the hallway by your sturdy hands. in fact, he hates it so much that he would rather you kick his stomach and press your cigarette butts on his cheeks. the sacrifices he would make for his classmates are immeasurable.

♡ and soon enough, one of your friends would start pointing out how LOSER!YUUTA peeks at your direction constantly behind his book. his small and slender frame as if nonexistence between whatever the hell he is reading. you shake your head, laughing. "you can't name anyone in this school who doesn't want a taste of my dick," you wave your friends off, "especially not some fuckin' loser like him."

♡ you forgot about LOSER!YUUTA for a hot moment—ransacking school bags to find cash you can claim on your own; stepping on the feet of anyone who dares to tell you no. when everyone looks away, you find one pair of eyes occasionally stealing glances your way.

♡ curiosity, as curiosity does, eventually finds itself making its way to you. you love the attention, and when there is the opportunity to fuck something, what proper response are there but to chase it?

“Arent’cha curious of me?” You ask, backing him up against the wall.

Yuuta shakes as you tower over him, eyes darting back and forth between your face and the door that you won’t allow him to leave.

“Hey,” annoyed, you grab his jaw after taking a deep breath of the smoke between your fingers, forcing him to look at you. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“Sorry,” he stutters out, almost as quick as the moment your sentence ended.

You scoff—Yuuta feels your hot breath on his skin. It smells like cigarettes, but mostly, it’s his first whiff of you. His eyes turn wide at his body’s awful timing of letting his cock go rock hard.

He prays that you won’t notice his cock practically peeking from underneath his pants. You never noticed his hard on, after all. But that day, in the cramped janitor’s closet, you are given no choice but to notice. Especially with his little grunt, clearing his throat like he’s slick.

“See,” you let go of his face, shoving his head against the wall. “I got you this hard, and what did I do?” You rub your leg against his crotch, intrigued at how his face crinkle in sudden pleasure. You killed the cigarette on the wall next to his head—Yuuta can hear it die, and he can almost feel the heat too.

He whimpers.

“Oh, quit being so whiny.” Your hand reached over to palm his ass, still rubbing your knee up and down his clothed length. “You like me this much? Show me.”

♡ LOSER!YUUTA is not proud that he came all over his uniform pants just by rutting his cock on your thigh. well, maybe he is. no matter how he feels about it, he manages to pique your interest and make you come back to him for more.

♡ you don’t pretend to hide it. you’d pull him over in the middle of a crowded hallway, arms snaking around his waist where the whole school can see. words begin to spread, but you don’t care. neither does LOSER!YUUTA.

♡ LOSER!YUUTA would have to work for your cock, though. you aren’t letting him get to you that easy. besides, it’s fun getting him to jack himself off under the showers as you watch him squirm like the pathetic slut that he is.

♡ you’d take him right then and there—the more you do this, the harder it becomes to resist him—but you control yourself. there’s gotta be someone on their right mind in this exchange, and with all his good grades and straight a’s, LOSER!YUUTA is definitely too dumb when it comes to you.

♡ it’s a surprise when LOSER!YUUTA lets you into his room for the first time. it was just how you expected his room to be—simple, plain, boring.

♡ “my parents aren’t home,” he says as he fiddles with the hem of his uniform, not daring to look you in the eyes.

♡ LOSER!YUUTA, eyes wide when you instructed him to suck you off. you snicker at his stupid expression, and nodded at your crotch as you sat on his bed. “go on, i’m not gonna cum on my own.”

♡ but he is so eager to please you. so so excited. he sits between your thighs and marvels at the size of your cock compared to his face. you do not disappoint.

♡ “aren’t you gonna suck it?”

♡ LOSER!YUUTA is so good at sucking you off. you should have made him give you a blowjob earlier. he is gentle at first, kissing the tips of your cock, slobbering up the rest of your length for his taking, before eventually using his hot throat to welcome you in.

You don’t even know where the fuck he learnt how to give a blowjob this good—who the fuck wants to get blown by a loser like Okkotsu Yuuta?

For some ungodly reason, he lets you in his room. And for some ungodly, too, he lets you place a pillow between your head and the wall as he sucks you off like he spends his days practising his jaws to accommodate your length.

He’s probably expected you to come on him like this, huh?

Both of his hands are squeezing the base of your cock, continuously pumping, and his pretty lips wrap themselves nicely around your tip. You watch the top of his head between your spreaded thighs as he drags the top of your dick in and out of his wet mouth.

“Yuuta,” you groan, gathering the strands of his hair with your fingers. All that you can hear is the sound of his chokes—at your call, he looks up at you under his long lashes, his cheeks hollow as he continues his slobbering mess. “Fuck,” you breathe, tugging on his hair tighter, “aren’t you pretty like this?”

His already flushed cheeks became redder—there is a sense of pride blossoming in his chest. You complimented him. Yuuta’s vision blurs as he becomes more dizzy—he just wants to make you feel good.

♡ you wouldn’t have guessed that if LOSER!YUUTA was to have a hobby, it was to suck you off.

♡ LOSER!YUUTA would never initiate anything first, of course. but a slut like him just needs a push—he’d beat your meat anywhere you want. the school rooftop, the karaoke room you took him to once. under a restaurant desk or in a hidden library corner.

♡ the vulnerability of it all turns LOSER!YUUTA on. and his neediness, his little whimpers and cries—he turns you on.

♡ you wonder how you never notice LOSER!YUUTA in his gym clothes: shorts and a shirt that is a little too tight for his body frame. he is full of sweat whenever he has to run the mile or throw some sort of lame spike across the volley net.

♡ eventually you find yourself fucking him.

♡ tight, tight hole. tightest hole you ever seen. you had to breathe to stop yourself from cumming when you first tried out his hole.

♡ you fuck him in the shower room, you fuck him in the gym storage, you fuck him on the teacher’s table on an empty classroom. he’s always bent over somewhere: ass up for you to take, and dick hard for you to jack off and leave him on the edge.

“Don’t— Don’t stop—” he begs, prettily. You’ve grown a soft spot for him by now. His moans titter like melodies, echoing in the empty classroom as you dick him down—you press both his hands on his back as you drill yourself harder into him.

“Giving me instructions now?” You grunt, and Yuuta whines. A chuckle escapes your lips as you raise your hand to give his full ass a hard slap. "Shut up and just take my cock."

♡ LOSER!YUUTA just wants you to kiss him.

♡ he reaches his arms around your neck whenever you press his knees over his chest, pulling you in.

♡ “no, no,” you chuckle, grabbing his jaw. “you don’t get to fucking kiss me, alright? i don’t kiss whores like you.”

♡ and LOSER!YUUTA knows how weak you are to his little whines. he claws at your chest, caresses the side of your face—”please,” he sobs, “kiss me, kiss— nghh—” your cock gets him so drunk that he can’t even finish a coherent sentence—he can’t even beg.

♡ his eyes roll back, nails digging into the blades of your shoulders. “i can’t, i can’t—”

“You can’t what?”

His little hole feels like it’s scraping your dick every time you pull out and slam yourself back in. He’s so wet, so messy, so tight, just for your cock and even after fucking into his asshole this many times, you wonder how he can still be so fucking tight.

“You’re t’big,” Yuuta closes his eyes, hand blindly grasping for your neck, desperate for something to hold on to. “I can’t—”

“Aww,” you coo, faking empathy as you grab his face. “Sure you can take it. You’ve done this a million times.”

Yuuta lets one of his eyelids fly open, and he is greeted with your lips, lazily grinning down at him.

“It hurts,” he cries softly, knees becoming sore as you continue to bend it over his torso. His dick aches at your lack of attention to it, oozing precum all over his uniform and on the floor where you were fucking him. “Fu– fuck. Please, please.”

You watch the way his hair sticks against his forehead with his sweat, cheeks billowed and chest heaving. He just doesn’t know the things he does to you.

“Little slut can’t take it?” You manage to keep your voice steady, as if you aren’t close to fucking his brains out. “Want me to kiss it better?”

As if he has his ears perking at your preposition, he shoots both his eyes open. Excitement flashes through his pupils, and between his grunts, he manages to ask, “Can… can you—?”

You laugh, “Of course not, idiot.” You let go of his face and stand on your knees, ready to pummelled into him even harder. “Here,” you lean down at his sweaty face, kissing the skin under his eye before spitting on his face, “You can have a taste.”

Yuuta squirms. You use the back of your hand to wipe the spit off your mouth and laugh again when you see Yuuta with his mouth open, tongue hanging out.

“God. Want me to spit in your mouth this time?”

Yuuta nods, wrapping his leg around your body as best as he can, and weakly tugs for you to lean down. Every taste of you is divine—he wants everything you offer him, and he wants so much more.

“You’re so hot, baby,” You rub his face. “Beg for my spit. Use your words. You can do it, right?”

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kingkatsuki · 3 months

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— addiction

Yep, so he got me. I’m already obsessed, cannot be saved.

Warnings: 18+, friends with benefits, public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, not proofread.

Pairing: Engine/Enjin x f!reader.

Word Count: 2k.

“Smoking is bad for you, you know.” You smirk at the irritated expression that appears on Enjin’s face as he cups his palm around his lighter, flicking his thumb over the spark.

It takes a few times for the battered zippo to start, the engraving on the worn silver not even to him. Another prize picked out of the junk thrown into the Abyss.

He ignores your teasing as the stick illuminates, pocketing his lighter as he inhales deeply. Catching it between his thumb and forefinger as he blows a thick plume of smoke into the evening air, watching the silvery wisps disappear into the atmosphere.

“You don’t say,” Enjin plants a booted foot against the wall behind him as he leans back, bringing the cigarette back to his lips to take another long drag.

It’s moments like this you cherish the most, one of the simple frivolities of the Abyss— the times you get the leader alone.

“Could kill you.” You move closer now, invading his personal space like you often do. Surrounding yourself in the scent of him, a mixture of smoke, sweat and the drugstore aftershave that would’ve been cheap in Heaven but is premium below.

“There’s a lot of other things that could kill me down here first,” He scoffs, blowing another cloud of smoke directly into your face, “Oi—”

You catch him off guard as you snatch the cigarette that’s dangling between his lips, smirking at the wide-eyed look of annoyance on his face as you drop the stick to the floor. Your heeled boots quick to stomp on it, extinguishing the flame as he practically lifts you off the ground to try and salvage it. Hands firm on your hips as he looks down at the broken, mangled tobacco.

“Do you know how much that cost?” He groans.

“You get paid well as a Janitor, I’m sure you can always buy—” You begin to tease, but before you manage to finish your sentence Enjin’s grip on your waist tightens as he shifts positions to press your back up against the cold brick wall.

He knows your games all too well, and knows how to beat you at them. Your taunting no match for his sheer display of strength as he turns the tables, caging you between him.

“You’re such a brat,” Enjin growls, his lanky body towers over you as he corners you like a hungry wolf. The poor little lamb can do nothing but stare up at its captor as your eyes meet his burning gaze, the fragments of smoke still seared into his lungs pepper your face as you fist the hem of his trench coat.

“But isn’t that why you like me?” You coo back, and it’s enough to have Enjin seeing red.

His lips meet yours in a kiss that’s almost bruising, teeth clash as your hands tug him closer. Trying impossibly to deepen the kiss as your tongue lashes against his incisors, swallowing the final bits of smoke that leave his lungs.

You always claim he’s addicted to the drug, when Enjin refutes he could go cold turkey at any time. But truth be told, you were the real drug he was addicted to, and there was no way he’d ever want to quit.

Deft fingers search a path they’ve followed a thousand times before, disappearing beneath his red vest as you scratch against the blond hairs that rest below his bellybutton. Feeling his chest concave as you raise goosebumps against his skin, teasing touches are no match for Enjin’s brute force as he copies you in this dangerous game of cat and mouse. Slender fingers push your shirt up over your chest to reveal your naked breasts to his hungry gaze, completely unbothered that anyone could see you like this. His fellow janitors, his team, barely a few meters away as they settle inside the rowdy dive bar. Other punters could step outside and look down the shrouded alley to see you in such a compromising position, if any of them were to desire that sudden burst of nicotine.

“Fuck, I missed these.” Enjin groans as he massages your breasts in his hands, rough thumbs flicking over your puffy nipples as he turns them into stiff peaks. Circling your darkened areola as he bends his body to latch on, tonguing the sensitive skin before pulling it between his teeth.

You’re desperate now, even more so than when you entered the alleyway in search of him. Following his footsteps as he stepped outside, the throb between your thighs guiding you on your way as you longed to feel him buried back inside you.

“Don’t tease me,” You beg, pathetically tugging at his belt, but the plea falls on deaf ears as he pulls back from your chest with a satisfied smack. The cool evening air dries his spit against your skin, causing you to shiver as Enjin’s hand disappears beneath your skirt to cup your wet heat.

“Fuck,” He groans, palming the sopping material of your panties as you shamelessly grind yourself down on him, “This all for me?”

He asks the question as though there would be anyone else that could make you feel like this, anyone else that would have you standing exposed in a dingy alleyway outside a rowdy dive bar.

“It’s you,” You hum, “Its always you.” And it’s the answer he covets as he hooks his fingers in the hem of your panties to tug them down your thighs in one swift motion.

He’s always so kind and considerate as he helps you step out of them, leaving the fabric dangling daintly around one ankle as he raises your thigh against his hip. Pressing his hard cock against you, and you can feel how desperate he is even through the layers of clothes. Just like Enjin can feel your heartbeat pounding through your clit as his rough trousers catch against it, leaving silvery lines of your slick against his crotch as he grinds against you.

“Look at the mess you’re making,” His voice rumbles, “Barely even touched you.”

“Please, Enjin.” You whine, the sound of his name uttered from your lips is almost enough to have him seeing stars. The desperate lilt to your voice paired with the saccharine look in your eyes is enough to have him tugging at his belt as he tugs his pants down just enough to free his aching cock.

The sight of him is always enough to make your mouth water, licking your bruised lips as you reach out a greedy hand his reflexes are fast enough to bat away.

“Behave,” He responds curtly, as if he isn’t the one that has you in this position.

It’s erotic the way he wraps a palm around himself, rolling his wrist over the bulging tip as he smears pre along the length. Canting his hips forward to drag his cock through your messy folds, disappearing between them as he coats himself in your slick. The moment he nudges your clit has you mewling pathetically, ashamed that someone— a man, no less, has reduced you to this.

But it’s not your fault, it can’t be when he’s built like this. Intimidating tattoos and piercings that mask the warmth hidden beneath them, the way he guards you with such love and care even when his grip against you is lusty.

“If you don’t fuck me now I’m going back inside.” You gamble, knowing all too well that he’d see right through it.

You’d have to rub your clit raw to even come close to feeling the same euphoria Enjin had you feeling with minimal effort. Many nights spent alone touching yourself to the thought of him couldn’t compare to the way his hands felt as they explored your body.

“Liar.” Enjin grinned, pushing the fat tip of his cock against your tight entrance just to watch the way your body keened. A silent gasp from parted lips as you tried to roll your hips to draw him inside, his grip tight against your waist as he held you steady, “Well go on then.”

Enjin knew you weren’t going anywhere, not when your body was crying out so perilously for him. It was always a playful game of who would break first, and he’d always swear blind it was you.

“Watch me— oh, shit.” Your eyes rolled as you felt the blunt tip of his cock breach your tight entrance, his forking veins catch against your spongy inner walls as he moulds your cunt into the shape of him. Creating a delicious friction as he gives you a fleeting moment to adjust to the size, especially with no prep as he presses a lingering peck to your parted lips.

“Yeah?” A smug grin appeared across his cheeks like the cat that got the cream, “Didn’t think so, pretty.”

Enjin set a rough pace, yellow eyes glancing towards the entrance to the alley to check for unwanted voyeurs as he fucked into your pliant body with vigour. Each harsh thrust had his hips snapping against yours, the smack of skin against skin a constant rhythm as you clung to his broad shoulders. Pulling him down into another sloppy kiss to try and mask the desperate moans that poured from your throat, sharp nails digging into his skin as he fucks into you.

“I’ll never get tired of this sloppy pussy,” He whispered against your lips, catching his bottom one between your teeth as you tugged. Drawing a debauched grunt from deep in his chest as your cunt pulses around his cock from his words, pressing your body against the wall with more power as he carried you both towards your bliss.

The messy hairs at the base of his cock tickle your clit with each forward motion, enough to have you seeing stars as he wills your body to cum for him. Pulling back to stare down at you through half-lidded eyes as he snaps his hips, his cockhead kissing your cervix with each thrust as you begin to tremble in his arms. Your leg turns to jelly as you try to keep yourself upright, his body the only thing stopping you from tumbling to the floor.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart.” He croons, “I can feel you squeezing me.”

You are. The coil inside you dangerously close to snapping as he reaches between your bodies to press a calloused thumb against your puffy clit, rubbing messy circles against it as you succumb to the pleasure. Fat pearly tears cling to your lashes as you cry out for him, his name tumbles from your lips as your orgasm crashes over you in harsh waves coming into shore.

“That’s it— good girl,” He feels it before you do, the telltale sign of your climax as your walls begin to pulse around him in a greedy attempt to milk him of his release, “Good fucking girl.”

He doesn’t stop, even when you’re gushing around him as he fucks into you with renewed vigour, hungrily chasing his own release as you will him to cum. Nails drag through the messy hairs at the base of his undercut as you scratch at his scalp. His nose scrunches as he meets his own end, burying hot ropes of cum inside your wet cunt with a groan of your name.

It’s enough that for a few simple moments you can picture yourself somewhere— anywhere else with him. The perfect dream you’ve conjured in your mind as you get to lay together without dealing with the harsh realities that come with fraternising with a Janitor.

You both linger in the alley, Enjin’s face buried in the curve of your neck as he breathes in the scent of you. His tongue peeks out to taste the thin sheen of sweat that coats your skin as you shudder beneath him, your cunt pulses around his spent cock in retaliation.

“Fuck,” He reluctantly pulls out as the mixture of your release follows, leaving silvery strings against his cock while it drools out of you and coats your inner thighs, curving his back to get a better look at the debauched sight, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Not if the cigarettes don’t get you first.” You grin.

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octuscle · 2 months

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I work as a janitor at a local hospital and I'm tired of all the snobby attitudes around here. There's this new young doctor who everyone keeps fawning over and I totally get why. Young, smart, incredibly attractive- I'm sure you get the picture. But the other day I heard him talking about the janitorial staff and saying stuff like "this is why I did well in school." Earlier when he was helping perform a surgery, I nabbed his laptop and input some changes to bring him down a few levels and give him a new appreciation for the janitors here. I'd love to see his face tonight when he starts slowly changing.

You can't help being born with a golden spoon in your mouth. No one can help being handsome and intelligent. But the question is always what you do with it. Or if you are suddenly no longer born with a golden spoon in your mouth. And not quite as intelligent. But beautiful in a different way.

When Shawn walks to the parking lot after a hard day in the OR, something is different… Where his brand-new model should be, among all the flashy Porsches, there's a 911 that's about ten years old. The leather seats are a little worn. But didn't his parents just give him a new one for Christmas? Shit, maybe it was just too much work today. Maybe he shouldn't go out for a fancy dinner with the others tonight. Just go to bed early instead.

Normally, Shwan would have had to chase his sports car, engine howling, toward downtown. Into the underground garage beneath his apartment building. The apartment his parents gave him. But as if in a trance, he drives toward the high-rise housing complex on the outskirts of the city. Fatima's hand dangles from the rearview mirror. Arabic music plays on the radio.

Shawn curses the idiots who can't park. He spends more than half an hour looking for a place to park his beat-up old van. If all the Sunday drivers had parked properly, there would have been five or six spaces available. Idiots! The leftovers he took from the hospital cafeteria have long since gone cold, of course. He takes the bags and carries them up to the apartment on the sixth floor. Of course, the elevator doesn't work again. That's a bit of his own fault. After working at the hospital, he is the janitor here in the apartment complex. He puts the food on the kitchen table. His parents and younger siblings eat it greedily. They don't care that it's pork. Shawn doesn't tell them either. It's pointless anyway. Before collapsing on the bed, exhausted, he grabs the toolbox again and goes to the elevator machine room.

Yahya never planned to be the breadwinner for his family. But after fleeing Syria, he was the only one who spoke English. How he would have loved to finish his mechanical engineering degree, which he had almost completed. But earning money was a higher priority. And the hospital job wasn't bad. It paid well. He might even be able to continue his studies. He worked hard for two things: his body, which he was proud of. And for his career. It was easy to stay rich if you were born rich. Yahya wanted to be rich because he was born poor.

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candywife333 · 5 months

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My Little Saesang (Part 1)

chubby reader x idol jungkook

Summary: Y/N had been a super fan for a while. Some would say bordering on saesang or creep level. She didn't think she was one, till she experienced an incident that made her stop being a fan. She had never thought that Jungkook or any of BTS ever noticed her, as she was part of the masses of obsessive fans. But they had. Especially, one doe eyed idol in particular. He never thought he would miss his fan, or shall we say saesang. Yet, he couldn't help but notice her absence. And he didn't know when her presence started to matter to him so much.

Disclaimer: The Jungkook represented in this fic does not reflect the true actions or thoughts of the real life Jungkook. Please treat this fic as exactly what it is, fiction

Triggers: Critique of fandom culture and kpop as a whole, identity crisis, eventual smut

Note: Not proofread. Slated to be approximately 4 parts or less.

"Y/N, what the hell are you still doing in that cafe? Didn't we come over here to spy on Jungkook at his house before he heads off to M-CountDown for his performance? I don't remember scheduling a pit-stop for you to have a second lunch", Kim-Hee glared down at me through her thick framed black glasses that honestly sort of made her look like a sexy principal. Anger at being diverted from her goal of catching the tan pop-star in his sweaty excellence seemed to cloud her vision.

I retorted back with a snort, "You know me very well at this point, after being my fellow saesang comrade in arms for close to 2 years girl. I am digesting my food baby as we speak and will soon be ready for delivery in that nasty garbage ass smelling toilet. I have a date with the shits, so to speak. Don't you see that my jeans are popped open and the zip down ready to go. I don't got the energy to chase this man today. Our stunt at New York was bad enough, don't you think"? Shaking my head at her idiocy even after knowing me for so long, I exclaimed, "Feel free to chase him in time for his ending fairy if you feel like it though. I am just not feeling it today".

Kim Hee, my bestie, stared at me with squinted eyes, black tiny eyes glittering in the harsh sun, "Girl, you were the one who had this all scheduled out a month back? How could you not bloody commit at the crucial time!!!! Our fucking junior fans are counting on your stupid ass". I waved my right at her in dismissal, ramen sauce covering my lips like a new Fenty lipstick that I just could not afford right now with my measly ass job as janitor at KBS.

I snarled back in irritation, "Tell those kids to go and study in college, that's more important than following his dumb ass anyways. He won't remember them for their troubles. At max, he will remember a few fans from their initial debut days , get married to a rich ass plasticky actress, have beautiful spoiled kids, and die a rich philanthropist. Saesangs don't get paid if you catch my point. Honestly, if it paid as a job, I would consider it. But I think I may have to retire". I patted my distended stomach in contentment, satisfied with the first proper meal I had in 3 days, stalking JK with my team all over New York and then catching a flight to Korea for his album showcase.

My bestie stared at me now in shock, with wide eyes, hands waving in the air, clearly confused at my statements, "Didn't you just say a week ago that this was all worth it? That supporting our faves, especially BTS, and the lord and savior himself , Jungkook, was a noble passion to pursue? Why have you suddenly done a 180 on us and him like this"? I flinched visibly at her reminder of what I used to be and who I used to be. The person she described felt foreign to me now. Ever since I opened my eyes and saw what fans, especially super fans like us, who didn't have a life outside of BTS suffered, I was a reformed woman. A reformed woman who had decided as of now to save all my money for some botox and a dental appointment, some clothes for mom and dad, and a hot meal for my younger sister. I was going to go from being a crysallis to a butterfly. In essence, I was going to woman the fuck up. That's what the fuck I was about to do with my life.

With this aim in mind, I slammed my fist against the plastic table, startling Kim Hee. "Bestie, you never got close enough to JK to see how much he hated it, okay? He hated us in those moments that we invaded his privacy. Remember that one time I snuck up on the set of them filming "Black Swan" to give him a godiva chocolate my mom had brought back from Sweden?" Kim Hee nodded in assent, clearly knowing how much of big deal it was for me to part with food of any kind, for any reason, for anyone (Even my own family). I loved luxury chocolate and food in general. Nobody could rip it out of my hands , as evidenced by Kim Hee and all our friends in middle school when I slapped a guy stupid and hit him in the nuts for taking a ferrero rocher out of my hands---the motherfucker.

I continued ,"Well I gave it to his hands while he was waiting outside at the entrance of the set. Even normies like me are allowed on that area, it was not a restricted filming area. I just left the chocolate next to where he was sitting, with a red bow (his name engraved on it) wrapped around it. He legit stared at me in confusion, like he had not seen me for the past 9 years, sneered at me, disdain in his beady black eyes and threw the chocolate in the dustbin like it was as figment of his imagination". Kim Hee stared at me in dismay, clearly knowing that what I considered the foremost cardinal sin in life was throwing away food, particularly expensive food.

I wrung my hands in the air, holding in my tears, "Bestie, it was white chocolate, do you understand? It was limited christmas edition. I could never afford that chocolate in my dreams , if not for one of mom's colleagues gifting it to her. Chili ,(my sister) was yapping about it for days, salivating, thinking she could bite into it. And I sacrificed it to an undeserving multi millionaire". I sat back down on the bench, numbly, tears streaming down my face. I was so done with him and the entire group at this point. I understand that what we do, Saesangs, stalkers, whatever they like to call us, is not correct. We should not be so invasive. But I always told the kids who followed in my footsteps that we could support them, but just not to the point that we impinged on their personal lives. I had done some fucked up things as a newbie army, but two years into their debut, I understood that limits were required.

The most I had ever done since then, was to gift the members things as a fan. Whatever I could afford. Whether that was their favorite convenience store snack left by us on the set of one of their music video shoots. Or a pack of gum or their favorite desserts when we attended fan meets. I and the girls who followed me on these adventures, as I used to call them, never snuck into HYBE. We were of the more benign variety, not on par with the crazies who took the same flight as them (not that I could afford that), or collected saliva, sweat, and urine samples. For goodness sakes, we didn't even run after their vehicles, we just waved politely and jumped up and down like rabid dogs that had treats waved in their faces.

The moment I was compelled to stop following my fave, or I guess my former bias as of now, was simply when he casually looked at the chocolate I had left next to him as though it were poison, and tossed it in the trash without looking back. That was when I knew, I was worthless in his eyes, along with the rest of the fans who tried so hard.

We shelled out money saved up from little jobs and pocket money accumulated for months together, to buy expensive albums, merchandise, and anything else they put out. We forgo the little luxuries like nicer shoes and warmer coats in winter to buy tickets for outdoor showcases and shiver in the cold wind to just catch a glimpse of one of their half smiles. We stream their music that speaks of love that we do not comprehend, love whose face is so unfamiliar in our youth that we would pass it by as though it were a stranger. When we don't have anyone in our lives to hug us and hold us and kiss us, to wipe our tears and pat us on the back when we are down and to tell us that everything will be alright, we stare at them in the tabloids extrapolating who they could be in love with, fantasizing about a love that could never be ours. We live our lives, living for them, living around them as though we are satellites caught int he orbit of a bigger planet, and now, it does not make sense to me anymore.

It may just be a chocolate, stupid worthless and insignificant to him. It may be cheap, a show of cheap love that he wishes to spit on. But it wasn't cheap to me. My love wasn't cheap. Food isn't cheap, especially food bestowed with love. And I was done giving my love away for free, as though it meant nothing. As though it were a cheap cigarette to be smoked and discarded, ground under the foot of someone who had finished using it for a fleeting high. Cheap and dispensable and convenient, that's what we were, what I had become.

I cringed internally as my gaze redirected towards Kim Hee. I croaked out in determination while chewing on the remnants of soggy ramyun, "We are done babe. I am through with this horrible, parasitic relationship. I am going to figure out how to make myself rich or get rich through marriage. I am done being stupid, falling over myself for a guy or a group of guys who don't see or appreciate me. They get rich on my desperation, and I don't wish to give them that power anymore".

#jungkook x reader #bts x reader #chubby reader #monologue #dramatic #angst #comedy #jungkook x curvy reader #jungkook x plus size reader #jungkook x chubby reader #bts x curvy reader #bts x plus size reader #bts x chubby reader

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Sun/Moon FNAF Fanfic Recommendation List

Fic list:

This is a list of DCA x reader fics. The maturity rating of each fic varies but none here are currently explicit. Look at the tags and read at your own discretion.

(Disclaimer: This is subject to change. If a fic on here turns explicit and I haven’t caught it yet then just message me the title and chapter that it happens and I will move it to the spicy list. Thank you.)

(This will be updated in bulk as I find good fics. An update log can be found and followed under the “Violetstormm fic list updates” tag)

Most of these will be romance oriented but a few are platonic or familial. Okay onward to the fics types. A fic may fit into several categories and so will have the respective symbol of any additional that applies. You can click the title for a specific fic type or read more for the complete list:

+Pizzaplex Fics: You work at the pizzaplex in some way or another. You could be a daycare handler, janitor, mechanic, ect.

-Scrap Fics: Sun and Moon have been scraped for one reason or another or have just escaped the burning plex. You find and possibly help them.

~Mer Fics: We got mermaids, sirens, leviathans, seamonsters and selkies. Are you the fish? Are they the fish? Doesn’t matter it goes on this list.

*Fantasy Fics: General fantasy, could be literally anything. Are you a vampire stuck traveling with some handsome vampire hunters? A princess who has befriended the jesters? How about a monsterhunter with a totally not a monster companion? This and more belong here.

`Misc list: DCA stories that don’t fit into any of the other categories.

+Pizzaplex Fics:

Twin Animatronics With Too Much Time on Their Hands by aug325 and CephalonGhost

archiveofourown.org/works/37318843/chapters/93118390

Takes place after the three-star princess quest ending where Sun and Moon are the only intact animatronic left.

Fazbear Entertainment decides to capitalize on that and try to make money off the daycare again by making the dual animatronic into two. Clearly no problems arise from this because robots can’t suffer mental or emotional trauma, right?

you move to dayshift but aren't paid any more, go figure by tuzesdays

archiveofourown.org/works/38834994/chapters/97110504

You never, never wanted to be on dayshift. All those children running around, being loud and messy and eugh... but that's what corporate scheduled you for, and they're the ones that write your checks, so. You weren't expecting to get along with the daycare attendant, but that doesn't mean you want to stay on dayshift just to hang out with them.

Too bad you can't back out now.

(In Their) Astral Orbit by Rinzydings

archiveofourown.org/works/46904530/chapters/118150936

The dreaded fire has come and burned the Pizzaplex to the ground. Waking up in a panic, Lyell races to the scene and braves the destruction in order to find the DCA. Recovering the weakened animatronic, they take the Daycare Attendant home and do everything they can to clean and get them repaired. The bond between human and robot deepens, and Lyell briefly questions where to possibly go from here.

But before we get to that, let's take a trip down memory lane and see how on earth it all came to this.

I Think I Smell A Rat by Eyndr

archiveofourown.org/works/45725968/chapters/115070719

Being a robotic repair rat who lives in the walls of the pizza-plex is a pretty great gig, all things considered! You fix the wires instead of chew them, and you get into tight spaces those silly humans can't reach and fix things up behind the scenes. You do your little tasks diligently, and all is well. That is, until one night when you realize all of your other repair rat friends have gone missing, and almost all of those animatronics outside the walls are acting strange... You aren't sure what it is that needs fixing, but by golly you'll fix it! You just might need a little help along the way...

He's a Little Confused but he's got the Spirit by Twi75

archiveofourown.org/works/48846175/chapters/123221785

All you wanted was to wake up, go to work, pay your bills, and sleep. Look's like someone is just a bit greedy now aren't they? Not to worry though, your friends at Fazbear Entertainment are more than happy to put you in your place with their state-of-the-art AI. Specifically the AI that's running the Daycare Attendant. Yeah, that one.

This is my first fic on the website, I am both ashamed and filled with pride. Going to try for weekly updates but absolutely no promises. Comments and critique are always welcome

Forever Friends by restinsodaroni

archiveofourown.org/works/38650515/chapters/96625230

Being a security officer at the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex guarantees you to never have a dull day on the job. You learned that the hard way while working alongside the building's animatronic Daycare Attendants. Over four years Sun, Moon, and you have grown to be the closest of friends. But what happens when the three of you start to realize this friendship may be a little bit more than either of you anticipated. Go throughout your work days while you discover feelings for your robotic coworkers, as something dark festers below the Pizzaplex.

Parts and (Emotional Support) Services by Superstardum

archiveofourown.org/works/40520535/chapters/101515854

Have a passion for entertainment and games? Want to help bring smiles to the faces of children large and small? Want to be part of a Faz-tatic Team? Join the Fazbear Internship program today! Positions open across all departments. We look forward to bringing you aboard!

Note: FazCo is not legally responsible for any physical and/or emotional injury including but not limited to; cuts, bruises, sprains, broken bones, organ failure, psychological damage, insanity and/or death you may experience while employed in the program.

Congratulations! You've been offered an Internship in the Parts and Service department! Your first task? Go fix the generators in the daycare. Simple enough. What could possibly go wrong?

Heart Mind and Soul by SmolShampoo

archiveofourown.org/works/48567862/chapters/122509408

The theater animatronic at Fazbear's PizzaPlex has been on the fritz for years. Luckily you have been hired to do something about it! So in hopes of either getting the theater up and running again or at least getting rid of the problem for good, you are being hired as The Offical Superstar Theater Employee!

After Everything was Fixed (but you were still broken) by bones_of_a_rabbit

archiveofourown.org/works/46061014/chapters/115947073

The virus was gone. Everyone was fixed. You had been put back together. It's a time for a new beginning, to do things right this time, to wash away the past and paint a better future.

Their memories of the infection had- mercifully- been taken away from them.

Yours had not.

He doesn't understand why you try to avoid him. Even if you could tell him, you're not sure you would. You want to be his friend, but it's difficult; every time you see him, you remember the hundreds of times he killed you.

(FNaF Sun/Moon x Staffbot-Reader fic!)

Security and Staff AU (Fancomic) by BunMuffin

archiveofourown.org/works/45406129/chapters/114242980.

Two average Fazco workers are now suddenly incharge of the reprogrammed Sun and Moon animatronic. One is extremely excited for it; there other is more than terrified.

What could go wrong?

Solar Lunacy by BamSara

archiveofourown.org/works/37158622/chapters/92703043

Summary:

You weren't a technician, you weren't a security guard, you weren't a daycare assistant. You're just an employee. Staff. The ‘jack-of-all-trades’ employee with mediocre at best skills and specialty in none, tasked with doing miscellaneous jobs that robots couldn't do and human staff couldn't care to. The job is unpredictable, but it pays good and it's relatively easy.

Except for the part where all the animatronics are more sentient than you thought, and you're roped into a mystery surrounding the Daycare Attendants, who are bit too curious about you for your liking.

You don't think this was in your employee contact.

Man and/or Machine by Maycelium

archiveofourown.org/works/38668620/chapters/96673755

You had been working a retail job longer than some of your peers had been alive, and you had seen it all. At one point or another, you had come face to face with the worst customer service interactions imaginable–from Karens with years-old expired coupons to teens who paid in pennies to armed robbery to Black Friday sales–and you had made the choice to come out the other side still smiling.

By comparison, working at Fazbear's was a breeze. $30 an hour PLUS insurance PLUS long AND short term benefits? If you hadn't read the terms and conditions carefully, you'd think you might have signed your soul away when you started working there, it seemed almost too good to be true.

Apparantly, there was a history surrounding the company that had made other prospective employees hesitant to apply, but you had done worse jobs for less, and the fact that your animatronic co-workers were a little "quirky" was honestly a bonus

All Around the Mulberry Bush by Chaussette_et_Chaussures

archiveofourown.org/works/38251879/chapters/95575312

The monkey chased the weasel

The monkey thought 'twas all in fun

POP! Goes the weasel.

The Fazbear corporation has always been surrounded by dark rumors, so was every other heavy hitter in the entertainment industry. Conspiracy theories and creepypastas abound. But when you took a job working as a repair technician, it slowly becomes more and more clear as to why you're the only one anymore. And in the dark crypt-like atmosphere of parts and services, you can't help but wonder if there isn't some grain of truth to everything you've heard.

(Please mind the tags)

Golden Midnight by friendcharlie

archiveofourown.org/works/48365224/chapters/121985287

Recovering from severe depression and isolation, you're accepted into a position at the newly rebuilt and remodeled Mega Pizzaplex. You're expecting a tedious and boring customer service job, but after meeting your celestial-themed coworkers, it might be more than you bargained for.

So(u)l by Strawbubbysugar

archiveofourown.org/works/48206098/chapters/121564951?view_adult=true

It will take every single sign the universe can throw at you to realize that you are capable of being loved. Specifically, by an animatronic daycare attendant.

Check out @strawbubbysugar on Tumblr for art related to the AU!

-Scrap Fics:

Lost and Found by SmolShampoo

archiveofourown.org/works/38452975/chapters/96102439

Sundrop was abandoned after the pizza plex was shut down and relocated. He sat for years waiting for someone to come back.

(Aka I drew a very broken Sun and this was the outcome.)

Like Clockwork by Gallexy_Cat

archiveofourown.org/works/44545957/chapters/112048573

You were a YouTuber who explored abandoned theme parks, or sections of them, and for your 100k subscriber special... You decided to go to the infamous Fazbear Theme Park. For decades, the little kid section it used to have has been closed down due to certain rumors and allegations of a few accidents with the animatronics. Despite all the curiosity around it, so far no one has dared to break in.

Until you. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it hadn't killed you yet! So! Throwing caution to the wind, you broke in, not expecting much. A few weird hints here, some creepy animatronics there. Nothing new.

But then one of them starts talking, which you weren't quite prepared for...

*Stardust and Satellites by Flinxypie and thatmooncake

archiveofourown.org/works/44417164/chapters/111717901?view_adult=true

You haven’t been quite the same ever since your short-lived stint as Freddy's handler at the esteemed Fazworld theme park ended abruptly with you in the back of an ambulance, but you're given a second chance when the Fazbear family welcomes you back with open arms in a new role that puts you face to face with just the thing you need in order to get back to normal.

Or at least, that’s what you’d thought. But there’s more than meets the eye at the old abandoned play park beyond the high wall. And the mascot (or, mascots) that once used to reside there perhaps aren’t quite as decommissioned as you’d been led to believe.

Cold Front by Stormimur

archiveofourown.org/works/43212384/chapters/108609540

Everything is fine. Nothing is wrong. How could you want something more than this? The Superstar Daycare has everything an animatronic could ever want! Sun and Moon are fine, perfectly fine even! Everything is a-okay!

Until it wasn't.

In the wake of the biggest loss comprehensible to them, Sun and Moon must learn to navigate the world around them. And you? You're the poor, unfortunate victim who took on a job seven years ago.

Fighter's Sunset by SunKoi

archiveofourown.org/works/45459931/chapters/114380167

Everyone knew about the great fire that took out the most successful business in the area. Now it's an abandoned, charred building with fencing all around it and signs to boot. Nobody ever bothers it. They leave it alone like it's some kind of monument, or a haunted place too scary for others to enter.

For you though— it's one of the best places to get materials from. After all, they made THE best animatronics around (or so you were told). Robots that almost seemed human were a far cry in your mind, but whatever they were made of couldn't be beaten in your opinion.

So, when you find an endoskeleton of one of their supposedly famous robots, you just HAD to take it back. If you couldn't fix it, you could always sell it for scraps.

After all, it wasn't like the thing was still alive anyways, right? What could possibly go wrong?

Moving Up In The World by RosesCry

archiveofourown.org/works/36783877/chapters/91764835

You were always curious about that giant old building, so you decided to go explore it. After all, it's not like anyone will care. That old thing was just left to rot a long time ago, so what's the real harm? It's not like you have any better option either.

Cold Front by Stormimur

archiveofourown.org/works/43212384/chapters/108609540

Sun and Moon never wanted anything more than the pizzaplex. They never needed anything more- They were built for this, you know. How could they want anything different when everything they know is right here? They're happy, make no mistake, things could not be better! Things are perfectly fine here in Supercare Daycare!

That is, until it wasn't.

In the wake of the biggest, most incomprehensible loss they've ever faced, Sun and Moon struggle to find purpose again in life. And you? You're the poor fuck who took a job seven years ago to pay for college that left enough of an impact on the pair that when your paths cross again, it's life changing for the both of you.

~Mer Fics:

Apex Polarity by NaffEclipse

archiveofourown.org/works/50448256/chapters/127466095

In the Arctic, all is beautiful and cold and lethal. You tread over ice and underneath, a dark, powerful siren stalks you. Though you try to resist, you succumb to the lure of the mer and his decision to have you.

How do you survive an apex predator?

Celestial Omens (that really like Fishsticks) by BamSara

archiveofourown.org/works/38791902/chapters/96999486#workskin

When you are ten years old, you find two creatures, bloodied and injured, trapped a net on the beach near your home. You save them, make friends with them, and return them to the sea, leaving you to wonder later if your friends with the Sun colored scales and fins that shone like the full Moon were real or imagined up by a childhood of loneliess.

Time passes. You hear stories of monsters, Sirens in the water, one that is a good omen if spotted, promising your safe voyage as long as you respect the rules of the ocean, and one that sinks ships and eats people for fun. Just folktales meant to scare children.

A decade later, they return the favor, though they don't plan on leaving you so easily this time.

In Deep Dreams Between the Waves by NaffEclipse

archiveofourown.org/works/39359499/chapters/98499741

You see a fish, but the fish isn’t really a fish, because he looks up at you with big yellow eyes, wide with fright. Large black pupils dart around frantically. He’s small, less than half your size, which surprises you. You know mers are supposed to be big sea monsters that sink boats or cause storms, but you don’t see a monster. You think of a baby while staring at his chubby round face, creased with fear, and his small tail.

Subnautical Explorations by MarineFool

archiveofourown.org/works/42701589/chapters/107271720

In a political move against Alterra, the Mongolian States sent your ship out to build a new phazegate in the far reaches of the Ariadne Arm. You were equipped with everything you needed and then some. Now, the long five year journey was nearly over, and after a quick stop at planet 4546-B, you would begin construction within the very star system. But you did not expect everything to fall apart before your very eyes, at least, not this fast. And certainly not so violently.

Now trapped on an oceanic planet, you must figure out how to survive or die trying. As you continue and push through the various flora and fauna, you find that you are not as alone as you first thought.

Fish Fry by Robin_Green

archiveofourown.org/works/43210977/chapters/108606264

Pulled from the sea 5 years ago, I was tied up, beaten, and sold to owner after owner, each deciding I was too dangerous to keep. Back then, I was strong, able to break bones and tear flesh with ease, singing to lure humans to their demise. It's what my kind was made to do, kill humans.

But no more. Kept in increasingly small tanks, barely fed, and unable to swim, I started to weaken.

Eventually, I was dumped here. It was some kind of oddities collection. My owner had other humans pay to look at his strange assortment of items he had gathered from around the world.

Then one day I encountered two strange humanoid creatures that resembled the Sun and the Moon and my life started to change for the better.

Pisces Caelestis by S_V

archiveofourown.org/works/41745882/chapters/104729601

Underneath the glowing eyes, a great maw opened to hiss at you, baring several rows of needle-like fangs, wicked looking and sharp and also glowing in the blacklight. As the thing hissed, the cries started up again, more frantic this time, and accompanied by- it almost sounded like scratching?

And it was coming from behind you.

The bleeding creature had never been the one wailing.

Behind the Glass by bkbubble

archiveofourown.org/works/44296900/chapters/111400042

After a foolish mistake leads to you getting captured by humans, you're trapped in a large facility built for the sole reason of studying and experimenting on marine life. Most specifically - mers. With danger at every corner you have to remain vigilant. From the tests they put you though to the lucky escape, you can't afford to get distracted... but unfortunately the yellow mer you've befriended is taking up more of your thoughts than you originally planned. Now you have to protect yourself from the humans, while protecting your heart at the same time.

For in Safe Horizons by Anonymous

archiveofourown.org/works/40107018/chapters/100447866

It was supposed to be a normal expedition like any other, but something goes wrong and the ship crash-lands. Now you’re stranded on an ocean planet with no way of going home. How long can you survive until you can call for help and leave this planet?

For the first time in your life, you’re alone.

As alone as one can be when two alien creatures follow you around, anyways.

Fated to fall, but at least there will be leviathans along the way. by BlorbBirb

archiveofourown.org/works/44479783/chapters/111878509

You're setting foot on another planet. It would be cool, if it weren't for the fact that it was because you were crash landing with the rest of the Aurora onto an uninhabited planet with about.. 99.999% ocean as its surface.

You boarded the Aurora to go on a vacation, but oh well, you're stranded. Might as well start exploring, scuba diving sounds good, does it not? Just when you thought you could drop all the stuff you learned in school. What are the odds?

Of course, the locals have their own thing to say about the new alien on their turf. It's almost hilarious how hostile they are.

But, as with everything. We have our exceptions, two, actually.

So, what will it be then? Perhaps your odds aren't too bad on a planet of supposedly hostile oceanic monsters.

Master of Tides by AshenStatic

archiveofourown.org/works/41632932/chapters/104429049

You didn't MEAN to pull up a merchild from the sea. It just bit the bait meant for the fishes, that's all! But now here you are, playing and singing songs with the little tyke after they followed you home to the shore. Even the other one followed, though only after knocking you off your boat the first time. You’re pretty sure they were brothers or something since they stick reeeaal close to each other.

Cripes, these kids were cute. They seemed to adore you too, despite the second one being really cold in the beginning. That's okay though, it was fine. You loved them, you really did! But even so, you couldn’t help but worry about their parents. Fully grown sirens get SUPER protective of their children, but you’ve yet to see neither tail nor fin of mom and dad. Where were these kids’ parents? You weren’t stupid, they HAD to be nearby. No one had ever heard of a mer who just up and left their children alone like this, so where the heck were these kids’ guardians??

It's only when four arms cage you in and threaten to capsize your tiny boat that you realize, maybe you shouldn't have asked.

The Selkie Search by StarSwimmer

archiveofourown.org/chapters/106805550?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_588403440

You're a selkie happily living in your giant family pod, avoiding humans and eating fish when one day, all of the fish disappear and these two weirdo robot things show up out of nowhere! They say that they're oceanic exploratory bots and are tasked with discovering the hidden wonders of the ocean.. and they want you to come with them!

So, off you embark on an incredible journey with some incredibly odd companions, facing dangers, treasures, and a mysterious force working behind the scenes.

Fishy Business by Robin_Green

archiveofourown.org/works/38954280/chapters/97424184

Attacked and almost killed, I manage to escape my attackers and hide in a cave only to be found by something... not quite human. Too weak to get away and with the beasts that wanted to eat me waiting outside, this non-human kidnaps me, taking me to his ship. This is where I find that there are not one but two of these metal creatures.

A story where the main character is a mermaid and is rescued/kidnapped by Sun and Moon

Within a Sun and Moonlit Cove by shadow_oblivion

archiveofourown.org/works/38816991/chapters/97062900

You witness two mer hatch, and spend the entire summer with them. But at the end of that time, you get the mer to the sea before your family moves away. 20 years later, you are in desperate need of a break from your busy life. Taking a vacation to where you lived when younger, you fondly remember the two tiny mer, and hope they are doing all right wherever they are.

When you wander the shore near your hotel, during the day or at night, you start to find little trinkets here and there, along with an occasional dead sea creature. You might dismiss the odd sight as coincidence, until the items start to line the shore in the direction of a secluded cove in the distance.

Celestial Depths by Dewsparkle

archiveofourown.org/works/45695968/chapters/114994126

Well, there are many ways being stranded, alone, on an oceanic alien planet could be much worse.

---

You're stranded on planet 4546B after the Aurora is destroyed and most if not all its crew killed. Two of the locals seem to be oddly interested in stalking your every move as you struggle to survive while waiting for a rescue that may never come.

You just really don't want to be eaten and wish they would stop taunting you.

falling, freezing, finding by 4E7HER

archiveofourown.org/works/44933731/chapters/113060965

Why are these giant fish trying to become friends with you? ...No, seriously, what are they doing here?

What do you mean the nocturnal one saw a fish explode on you and decided he liked you? How is that allowed?

A Song of the Seas by StarForgedStories

archiveofourown.org/works/48452437/chapters/122214820

You don’t know what possessed you to buy that boat. Was it just a whim? A wish for a bit of adventure? To flee from the only life you'd ever known? Or perhaps even the call of something far more alluring than just the sea itself...

The sea has many mysteries within its dark depths and you're going to uncover them, whether you like it or not.

Crush Depth by NaffEclipse

archiveofourown.org/works/48656851/chapters/122737075

You stare out the forward viewport—the window. The sub’s only window. Blood splashes against the thick glass. It is human blood. It fills an ocean on Moon FZ-87. The atmosphere is dark and barren, speckled with the ghostly light of stars that have been gone for decades.

This is the last view you have of anything above the blood ocean surface. Futility sinks roots into your ribs.

DCA x Reader (SFW)

Song Fish Amid the Stars by NaffEclipse

archiveofourown.org/works/48365212/chapters/121985266

A pang hits your heart, going out to the little fish struggling to escape the cruel and entrapping lagoon.

But they look like mers. Sea monsters.

Mermaid!Sun & Mermaid!Moon x Reader (SFW)

*Fantasy Fics

Ghost in the Machine by Qwille

archiveofourown.org/works/49134853/chapters/123968842

You are not strong in the Sight. To you, the supernatural has become the background noise of a mundane and lonely life. You have no interest in becoming involved with ghosts.

But they have every interest in you.

When your eccentric great uncle offers you a job fixing the ‘jewel’ of his collection—the original Fazco Daycare Attendant—you expect a challenge, sure. This was undoubtedly going to be the biggest project of your life. You expect pain, mistakes, and late nights aplenty, and you expect an excruciating learning curve.

You do not expect the other Daycare Attendants.

How can you know what to live for when the world you were built for is gone?

When the rust settles in by Chex_Nyx

archiveofourown.org/works/40069428/chapters/100351104

When the world falls apart, humans have to pick themselves back up and do something about it.

You were a nomadic type of person, moving from community to community as you worked on their solar energy and their robot workers. You were one of very few people who could do this work, you were very highly respected. Also, very highly sought after.

On your way home from helping a community, you’re being pursued by a gang of undesirable people and you had no intent of helping them.

Hiding in a building for the night, you happen across an old bot, seemingly broken. You decide to scrap it for parts, that is until the damn thing wakes up. Now you feel guilty about wanting to gut it’s parts. But what’re you suppose to do with a 9-foot-tall celestial robot? Take it home?

That seems to be what it wants.

Cryptid Sightings by NaffEclipse

archiveofourown.org/works/42053349/chapters/105586443

Perhaps this would scare a person, being all alone in the woods in the dark, but not you. You’re too intertwined with the paranormal and inexplicable. It’s in your blood. That doesn’t mean your heart won’t pound with terror when you face something with fangs and hungry eyes for flesh, but you don’t run away, and that’s what matters most.

You will face the monsters.

Cryptid!Sun/Moon x Cryptid Hunter!Y/N (SFW)

Sleuth Jesters by NaffEclipse

archiveofourown.org/series/2985345

“If I may, Detectives, I believe that the score is set at a tie on how many times you’ve both let me slip away under your watch.” You grin at the sun and moon like faces of your opponents in this game of cat and mouse. The narrow slice of Detective Moon’s gaze becomes threatening, where Detective Sun curls and uncurls his fingers in anticipation of whatever scheme you’re concocting.

Detective!Sun & Detective!Moon x Vigilante!Reader (SFW)

Jesters and Dragons by Robin_Green

archiveofourown.org/works/42538845/chapters/106847178

The main character is the 4th princess of a large kingdom. Her younger brother, the golden child, is gifted two magical construct jesters modeled after the sun and moon on his 14th birthday. While wishing that they had been gifted to her instead, the main character ends up running into the jesters at every turn, turning her into a blushing stuttering mess as they flirt shamelessly with her.

Fluffy fluff fluff fluff. With a smidge of angst.

Celestial Tinkerer by justfangirlstuffs

archiveofourown.org/works/49890448/chapters/125950240

You are just a humble tinkerer of animatronics trying to make their way in a city that doesn't care if you live or die. However, two infamous mob bosses have taken a rather keen interest in your skills, making your life a little more complicated than you'd like. Sun and Moon are determined to have you under their rule, but you won't bow so easily.

The Crimson Horror by Rainbow_Blahaj

archiveofourown.org/works/50154937/chapters/126663922

After dropping out of college and moving back to the countryside village you grew up in where no one seems to remember you. You struggle to make ends meet and end up having nowhere else to turn to for employment but the local Mortuary. Which was run by two oddly endearing Animatronics, one sporting a sunny theme while the other sported that of the night. Foolishly unaware of what was to come you took the grave digger position thinking nothing of it, just finally happy you could afford grains of rice again. Ignoring the obvious red flags as more and more bodies start showing up in the morgue and news headlines talk about a potential serial killer or vampires on the loose you shrug it off. After all what were the chances all of these things were related, there's no way that was possible, right? Unbeknownst to you that if you weren’t careful in the coming months, you too could end up 6 feet like all the other victims of the crimson horror (roll credits).

Bethroned by Strawbubbysugar

archiveofourown.org/works/49899715/chapters/125973496

The Human Kingdom of Porphyal has long been at war with The Kingdom of Atomata, a strange land filled with sentient automatons. The cause for the start of the bloodshed has been lost to time, but it will soon be drawing to a close with the arranged marriage of the Heir of Porphyal and the Heir of Atomata, set to be wed when they reach of age, uniting the Kingdoms in peace at last.

Though it is uncertain if the temporary truce will last long enough to see this come to pass.

-Oh, Fragile Desire by MolecularMachine

archiveofourown.org/works/44062149/chapters/110788449#workskin

One sleepless night, you find a cold, unwound corpse of an animatronic at the bottom of an old well. Somehow, despite everything, you will help. Clockpunk au.

Coiled Around the Fine Line Between Love and Fear by CrazedAuthor

archiveofourown.org/works/44362618/chapters/111571051

For an independent study in your Master's class, you and several other botany students travel to another country to research the plants in the region. It is very free-form! Too free-form, in your case, as you eventually find yourself wandering into a dangerous section of wooded mountains and soon become trapped and injured by a landslide. Thankfully, your savior comes in the form of two giant snake-men: nagas named Sun and Moon. They take you back to their cave where you must spend several months recovering before you can rejoin civilization again. The main problem? You have a terrible phobia of snakes. The secondary problem? They don't really know what humans need and, in Moon's case, don't like the idea of a human living with them.

But destiny appears to have a pretty sick sense of humor when these creatures you can't even look at suddenly start vying for your affection. And the very thing you fear finds a way into your heart.

Two Hunters and a Bloodsucker by Robin_Green

archiveofourown.org/works/41628903/chapters/104419116

My life is good for what it is. Except that I’m dead. Well, undead. I’ve been undead for about 15 years now, and I haven’t aged a day.

Being a vampire hiding among humans can be difficult at times, mainly dealing with sunlight and avoiding mirrors, but I manage. I’ve been living and working in this little town as the town blacksmith for about 7 years now, and I’ve become a full-fledged member of the little community here.

I thought I had been doing a good job hiding my presence among the humans, but one day two of the most well-known vampire hunters came into town. If they find out what I am, they will kill me, but both of them have become intent on becoming my friends and maybe more. How can I keep myself from being discovered when two hunters are trying to romance me?

Bug Love by TheOHNOCorral

archiveofourown.org/works/41425437/chapters/103884804

Sun and Moon are what remains of a vast pantheon of gods. Only able to save themselves by making a pact with each other and binding their bodies together and the moon and sun themselves. They watch over what is left of the vast forests they once protected. They know that one day they will waste away, unable even to hold on to each other.

Now here you are. Things haven't gone exactly the way you'd hoped but you've got another field position and it's looking up from there. Now if you can manage to keep catching bumble bees, not eat anything poisonous, and make the mortgage, you'll be fine.

Curious that you always catch more bees than anyone else on the study. Curious that you never get ticks, or chiggers, your bag never rips open, you've never been stung, never fallen in the woodland brush. You think you're just lucky for a while. Then you step on that hornet nest. Well. You'd always had a thing for local cryptid lore.

Nagas of Fazbaru by BaconlySwiss and JGDraws4

archiveofourown.org/works/42387309/chapters/106444641

You're hellbent on getting to Northern India to study the ancient ruins of Fazbaru, where strange things are rumored to have and are happening there. This is an expedition of a lifetime, and luckily, your journey is going in full swing.

Sometimes a family is a child, a grandparent, and three cursed dolls by PeppermintStraws

archiveofourown.org/works/40972053/chapters/102679986

There are many times where one's blood related family might not care for them in the way you know they should. There are times in which your blood related family forget about you once you've grown old and frail. And there are times in which you are separated from the only family you have. However, all of these people have one thing in common, and that's a need for friendship, companionship, and someone to tell them "I love you" in a way that truly matters.

This Fic will also not contain any romance, especially not between the boys and you. Oh, and this shifts between the view of grandparent!reader and child!reader. Additionally, they are different people, I just did both since I couldn't choose just one to write about.

Stars in the Darkness by Robin_Green

archiveofourown.org/works/42025509/chapters/105513126

You find yourself living in a cabin in the middle of the woods. After cleaning up the mess from the previous occupant, you find a broken statue that seems to have been living in the forest, covered in moss and lichen. Deciding that it would be wise to put the statue back where it belongs, you fix it up and lug it out through the trees to place it back in its home. This pleases something living in the darkness of the trees, and little gifts start appearing on the porch of the cabin. The creatures in the dark seem to like you. You should be careful not to do anything that would anger them now that you have their attention.

To Be Hunted by Celticwolfie

archiveofourown.org/works/45802168/chapters/115264918#workskin

You are a lone werewolf that had been accepted in to this small farming community. Everything was fine and peaceful until a vampire rolls in. After taking care of the threat, two hunters are called in. Now you need to balance finding out what vampires want and trying to keep the hunters at a distance. The questions is, are you going to be successful?

Thing on your swing by SourTomato

archiveofourown.org/works/45595288/chapters/114730450

Yay cheap housing!

Why is it so cheap? Probably has something to do with mushrooms!

Celestial Sundown by clutterspace

archiveofourown.org/works/48356314/chapters/121962010#workskin

There was something slumped beneath a tree, and you had no idea what it was.

The sunlight shone brighter where it laid, despite the leaves above not differing from any of the other foliage.

It was such a small thing to notice in comparison to everything else, but it brought a small hysterical giggle out past the lump in your throat as it finally clicked in place what you were seeing.

It was a god.

────

You are a peasant living in the middle of the woods, Sun is the god of day you brought back home with you, and Moon is the god of night tucked away in the Celestial Realm.

`Misc list

Ventura Highway by MadameMiz

archiveofourown.org/works/40878330/chapters/102438729

You are an idiot who, in the eyes of the law, just stole a multi-million dollar piece of AI animatronic technology from a highly controversial company.

Now a fugitive, you weigh your options, and with few choices available you decide going on the run is your best bet.

Time for a road trip.

Astral Bodies by Qwille

archiveofourown.org/works/44831263/chapters/112797019

As one door closes another door opens.

When you accepted the position of character & parade performer at Fazbear Entertainment’s debut theme-park, you had expected a fairly straightforward gig. Long days and low pay? Certainly. Terrifying haunted animatronics? ..Possibly. High stakes drama from adults who should really know better? Absolutely.

Nothing could prepare you for what you actually get.

This is a love story wrapped in the remains of a thirty year old mystery and buried in the broken code of a not-quite-broken robot.

One Cup of Problems, Please by HollowTea

archiveofourown.org/works/43725078/chapters/109951806#workskin

"Hey, I'm the repair technician called from-"

Stationed behind the middle of said counter two tall, lanky, robots freeze mid-action as you cut your sentence off awkwardly. The three of you lock into a staring competition. The air is thick with a tension you can't place. Clearly steaming from whatever was happening in here before you opened the door.

The Unseen Friend by EllaspenFrost

archiveofourown.org/works/47726713/chapters/120307615

"The pizzeria's extensive dark past was lost to almost everyone...

Not you.

A ghost knows all the dirty secrets of its final resting place."

You are the pizzaplex's resident spirit. You were there when the place was built, and watched events unfold for the unfortunate animatronics that entertained the public. Your favorite animatronic, previously performing in the theater, was re-purposed as a daycare attendant. Though it takes several years, Sun and Moon begin to realize that they were never as alone as they believed. Someone had always been there with them.

#fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf sundrop #sundrop #fnaf sunrise #fnaf moondrop #moondrop #fnaf moonrise #moon x reader #sun x reader #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant x reader #security breach au #daycare attendant fnaf #Violetstormm's fic list #fnaf eclipse #fnaf eclipse x y/n

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twst-drabbles · 10 months

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Azul 22

Summary: Azul, in a fashion you’re awfully familiar and annoyed with, tried to be condescendingly coy about your position as janitor.

(So, the heat’s getting so bad that I haven’t stepped into the kitchen at all. There’s no AC there, and with temperatures climbing even higher next week due to my proximity to Mexico, I’ve been relying on snacks and precooked meals. 100 F. On average. I hate it. So much.)

“Though, I do find it rather interesting how you can stay so arrogant in a place where you stand above no one.”

Azul says that like he doesn’t constantly rub his thumb over his contracts. Like he hasn’t panicked when you did a deep clean of his office—at his request—that included touching his safe. Like he isn’t eager to lure in the next scrub that needs something done and willing to give something precious away. Like he hasn’t muttered furiously under his breath when he suspected a contract was missing when in reality, it was in the back of the safe.

You stay away from the business of others because you know of the trouble that will come out of it. This college, from the moment you met the eyes and fake smiles around you, reeked to the skies of egos that that never had to be popped. Because the headmage here refused to dip his hands into the very business he signed up for.

You have a shitload of work to do. You haven’t sat down since you got out of bed this morning. The restaurant Azul owns has just finished for the day and now you’re being paid to do a deep clean again as though he didn’t have any other workers on standby to do that.

You don’t know what the fuck’s going on with this man, but you don’t give enough of a shit to be polite.

“And yet you laugh at me like you’re not my neighbor in this supposed pit.”

Azul didn’t flinch, not like you expect slimy business men such as he to do so. To do the shady stuff he does, he has to be made of tougher stuff, or at least skilled enough with his tongue to turn thing in his favor. Still though, the light pause was enough for you to pick up.

He really thought you were somebody that lets thinly veiled insults fly because of fear of breaching some sort of social etiquette rule.

“…Of course I’m not laughing at you. I have no reason to do such a horrible thing. Though, I have to say, your image of me is quite warped.“

There’s always something grating about people that try to word their insults in this disassociated way, like they’re a birdwatcher or a scientist. Just making an interesting observation, no need to pay them any mind, because if you do, you’re the asshole for supposedly putting words in their mouth.

“Like you know shit about me and what I think. And you don’t even care to know. You’re just pissed and looking for something fun.”

You’ve been temporarily placed in Octavinelle to clean it up for the time being. You can say you’re fairly used to students trying to add more work than you’re required to do. This included Azul, who somehow expected the restaurant he has all rights to be part of cleaning up the dorm.

And you, with every other person that made these assumptions, made them pay extra. Lot of them said no, but Azul said yes with a very low tide of loathing when you didn’t budge an inch.

Authority has never made you give into anything you didn’t want to do. You weren’t going to start now.

“Angry? What gave you that impression? I’m not one to get angry over anything trivial, if that’s what you’re implying.”

Ah, now he’s probing for something. A slip up, any sign of hesitation, perhaps a momentary lapse in confidence? Or maybe he wants you to explode in anger. Oh well, you’re not gonna bother.

“Pay me,” you reached out to Azul with an open palm.

“…What?”

You have to admit, there’s something satisfying about the way he clenched his jaw, like speaking to you was the same as pulling teeth.

“You want my advice on how I can stay ‘arrogant’ in this college while you struggle with your ego, you have to pay me for it.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #octavinelle #azul #azul ashengrotto #janitor au #reader insert

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specialagentlokitty · 5 months

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Lucifer (fox) x reader - the time of giving

For Fox Lucifer, could you do a Christmas one where Reader is a janitor and is upset because she can't afford to buy Christmas presents for her kids so Lucifer decided to drop a couple of checks in Reader's bag. - Anon💜

Sitting on a chair in an empty interrogation room, you felt tears brimming your eyes as you looked at your paycheck.

They had just been given out, and you were hoping for maybe a Christmas bonus or something would be handed out but apparently not.

You weren’t part of the police, you were just part of an external company who the police hired to come and clean the building.

Folding it up, you put it back into your pocket and ran a hand down your face.

The door opened and you quickly got up, grabbing your things.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware anybody was in here.”

“Sorry Mr Morningstar, that’s my fault. I’m just finished if you need this room.”

He looked at you as you walked past.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, of course.”

You gave him a weak smile and quickly ran off.

Lucifer furrowed his brows as he watched you leave.

He had seen you around, a lot of people enjoyed chatting to you. You were friendly, and helpful, and you kept anything the officers lost so they could have it back.

He hasn’t had much of a conversation with you before, but he knew that there was something wrong with you.

So he left the room, and made his way back to where he had come from.

“Detective.”

“Lucifer.”

Chloe looked up from what she was doing and he glanced down at the present she was wrapping.

“Is that for the spawn?” He asked.

“Lucifer does Trixie look like she would play with a toy truck?” She asked.

Lucifer shrugged a little bit.

“Maybe.”

Chloe groaned, rolling her eyes at him as she carried on wrapping the present.

“It’s for (Y/N)’s boy, every year we all come together and buy a few things for her twins.” She said.

“Who’s (Y/N)? Why haven’t I met her? Why do you buy her kids gifts why can’t she do it?”

Chloe glared at him, hitting his arm.

“Don’t be such an ass lucifer, not everybody can afford to buy presents. (Y/N) was in hospital a few years ago, she got shot protecting one of the uniformed officers downstairs, and since they we all try get her some stuff for the boys.”

“Okay, but who is she?”

“The cleaner? You talk to her everyday. How do you not know her name lucifer?!”

“I never asked!” He huffed.

He watched as they put a hamper of presents together for you, and he felt something bugging him about it.

The fact that you had this medical debt, and the force wouldn’t even clear it for you.

As he was walking around trying to think of something, he bumped into you again and you smiled at him slightly.

“See you later.” You said.

“Yes, have a good day.” He smiled.

He watched you leave, and noticed something fell out of your bag, and that’s when the idea hit him.

Quickly pulling something from his pocket, he slipped it into your book and jogged after you.

“(Y/N)!”

You turned around.

“You dropped this, here I’ll put it in your bag turn around.”

“Oh thanks.”

He put the book in your bag and zipped it up for you, and you waved at him before leaving.

Happy with himself, lucifer went back to find Chloe again.

When you got home, you paid your babysitter and set your bag on your bed before leaving your bedroom.

“Niko, Julian, come on snack time!”

The two boys came running through to the kitchen before climbing up at the table to sit down.

“Will you draw with us mommy?” Niko asked.

“Of course I will sweetie. Eat your snack first. Julian do you want to draw?”

The other boy shook his head.

“What do you want to do?”

“Trains.”

“Okay, well how about while we draw, you set your trains up and we’ll draw them, yeah?”

“Yeah!”

Laughing softly, you happily spent the rest of the afternoon with them until it was their bedtime, and you went to your room to read.

Grabbing your book, you opened it to pick up from where you left off and you notice a couple of things fall out.

“Oh my god…”

You looked at the cheques, and the sheer amount of money that was written on them.

Quickly grabbing your phone, you found the number for his club and called it, waiting for someone to answer.

“Oh, Mr Morningstar, I’m sorry to bother you I was wondering if we could talk?”

You listened to his reply.

“Yes, you can come to my apartment.”

Giving him your address, you got up to begin cleaning for when he arrived which didn’t take long.

He knocked on the door and you opened it, letting him in.

“Is everything alright? I assume you would have called the detective.” He said.

Then he grinned a little bit.

“Unless you wanted to see me.”

You laughed a little.

“Nothing like that, I actually have something for you.”

You walked to your coffee table and brought the two cheques back over to him.

“I think you lost these, I wanted to return them as soon as I found them.”

He looked at them and chuckled, shaking his head as he covered your hands with his, pushing them back towards you.

“You misunderstand love, they’re for you.”

“W..what..?”

Lucifer helped you sit down, and he sat next to you.

“The detective told me everything, how you struggle for money, and what happened a few years ago. Frankly it’s unacceptable, so this is enough money to clear your debt and give your spawn a good Christmas for a few years.”

Tears burned your eyes and you clenched your jaw a little as you shook your head.

“I.. thank you but I.. I can’t accept it..” you whispered.

“Why not? I don’t need it and you clearly do.”

You sighed.

Sniffling a little bit, you wiped your eyes, shaking your head again.

“I’m sorry.. I.. I can’t..”

Lucifer frowned.

“Is it not enough? I can give you more.”

“No! No…”

You took his cheque book from him and set it on the table, looking at him

You took a deep breath.

“Yes, okay. I need the money, but taking it now won’t change anything. I’m raising two boys on my own, I’m going to have things I can’t afford, and that’s okay. They’re happy, they’re healthy and that’s all I could ask for.”

“Yes, maybe so, but this can clear all of that.”

You heard footsteps and you turned around.

“Julian? What’s wrong sweetie?”

The boy padded over, climbing into your lap and rested his head on you.

“The monsters are back..”

Lucifer titled his head a little.

“The monsters?” He asked.

“They’re under the bed…”

You smiled softly, kissing his head.

“How about I’ll go check for monsters, and then afterwards we’ll put the Christmas tree up a little early, how’s that?” You asked.

Julian nodded his head and you sat him next to lucifer.

“You stay here with Mr Morningstar, he’s a friend.”

With that you got up and left the room and Lucifer looked at your son, watching as another came padding out to sit with his brother.

“You dress funnily.” Niko said.

“Well so do you, your shirt is backwards.”

Niko frowned, and he glared a little at lucifer.

“Santa won’t bring you present if you’re mean.”

“Is that so?”

The two boys nodded their heads quickly.

Niko got up, and he began to get his toys out and lucifer watched him.

“Why are there monsters under your bed?” He asked.

“Sometimes they just stay there… I’m scared they’ll hurt my mommy…” Julian whispered.

“Well, from what I heard your mother is a brave woman.”

Then an idea hit him.

If you wouldn’t accept his money, then instead he would do the boys what they wanted Santa to bring them.

Then he would buy the presents and bring them over for you a few days before Christmas.

It was a flawless plan and he was proud of himself for it, and he couldn’t wait to see the look of shock when you saw

#lucifer fox #lucifer fox imagine #lucifer x reader #lucifer imagine #lucifer x you

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howlingday · 3 months

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Beacon Class of '24

Warning: The following dialogue contains material that may be too hostile and disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. -----------------------------------------

Yang: Is this what cam-girls feel like?

Weiss: I feel like cam-girls do a little more than we did.

Yang: At least those girls get paid! We have to flirt with that dork for free!

Weiss: It's not for free. We lost a bet. We don't get paid, it's just hoin' pro-bono.

Yang: Why would put up flirting with Jaune in the first place?

Weiss: What? You thought Blake could steal that hot dog roller?

Yang: Well, no, but... Ugh... That whole class yesterday. "Wow, Jaune~! Your One Piece drawings are so good~!" Ick!

Weiss: That's not the worst part. Everyone had to watch us do that was the worst part.

Yang: And he probably won't leave me alone for a month now. He's gonna go home and make characters of us in his games.

Weiss: He'll probably make us in Larceny at Large.

Yang: You can make characters in Larceny at Large?

Weiss: Do I look like bitch who would know?

Yang: Whatever. God, I need Mygone. (Fiddles in bra) H-Hey, where'd-?!

Weiss: (Pops pill in mouth)

Yang: Bitch, that was my last Mygone! How'd you take that?!

Weiss: Quick hands. Hm. Mygone and titties. What a combo.

Yang: Goes together like peanut butter and Pain-Away.

Weiss: This is true!

Yang: Ugh, yeah, he kept doing that, too! Like he has to be a fucking expert or something.

Weiss: It can't be worse than, "Uh... Okaaay?"

Yang: FUCK! I HATED how he said that!

Weiss: Like he has to be the gay comic relief cat in a fucking Whimsy cartoon.

Yang: This is true~.

Weiss: This is true~!

Yang: Quite the interesting outfit~.

Weiss: Yes, indeed~.

Yang: Stop screaming, we're having sex~!

Pyrrha: What are you girls up to? It sounds like you had a class with Jaune.

Weiss: She has BurgerQueen! Pyrrha, where'd you get BurgerQueen?!

Pyrrha: ...BurgerQueen.

Weiss: Bitch, give me a fry!

Pyrrha: Is that how you ask?

Weiss: Bitch, please give me a fry!

Yang: And yeah, we had a class with Jaune.

Pyrrha: (Feeds Weiss a fry) I could tell. He was drawing pictures the whole class.

Yang: No...

Weiss: What were we doing in the pictures?

Pyrrha: Just cute things, like holding hands and making kissy faces.

Yang: Weiss, we're gonna get murdered! We're gonna get murdered by a guy who gets motion sickness from riding a fucking bike!

Weiss: At least he won't torture us, since he'd get even more motion sick from carrying our bodies.

Pyrrha: Yes, well, I ripped them up. Not because I'm jealous or anything, but because I respect you both too much. I'm definitely not into Jaune at all.

Yang: You're the best, P-Money~!

Pyrrha: I know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go sell the janitor Drow-Zs. Later. (Leaves)

Weiss: She has got to be the hottest bitch ever.

Yang: I love her hair.

Weiss: ...Hey, what's gayer? Dating a girl or wanting a girl to have sex with your dead body?

Yang: Uh... Dating a girl?

Weiss: (Sighs) Yup. Still straight.

POP!

Yang: What the hell was that?

Weiss: It's probably the air conditioning unit exploding again.

Yang: Oh... Fuck, that scared the shit out of me.

POP! POP!

Yang: Huh. That's a lot of AC units.

Goodwitch: (Via PA) Attention faculty and students, we are in an emergency lockdown. Please follow emergency guidelines.

Yang: ...What the fuck was that about?

POP! POP! POP!

Jaune: (Muffled) COME AND GET SOME!

Weiss: Is that...

Yang: Jaune's fucking snapped! We gotta get the fuck outta here!

Weiss: Huh...

Yang: What do you mean, "huh"?! Let's go!

Weiss: Relax, Yang. There's no way he'd come for us. He likes us, so we're the last people he'd want to kill. Just chill out.

Yang: Easy for you to say! YOU TOOK MY LAST MYGONE! (Runs to door)

Yang: (Walks back)

Weiss: I thought you were escaping.

Yang: The doors are locked down.

POP!

Weiss: Oof... That was a big one.

Yang: You won't be in Volume 4.

Cardin: (Muffled) Is this because I ripped up your anime books?

Jaune: THEY'RE NOT ANIME BOOKS! THEY'RE CALLED MANGA!

POP!

Jaune: MAAANGAAAAAA!

POP! POP! POP!

Jaune: Anime girls are better than real women!

#rwby #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #class of '09 #class of '09 the anime #wrath club #jaune arc #cardin winchester #glynda goodwitch

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echantedtoon · 2 months

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A Rock And A Hard Place Part 1 Meeting

All you wanted was to just do your job and go home at the end of the day. But no. Instead you get stuck between a rock and a hard place.

This is inspired by @melon-cream-enmu Demon Slayer Breeding Program Au. (Warnings: Their blog does contain NSFW elements and themes that not everyone may like or be comfortable with. Just a heads up. But this WILL STAY Sfw.) I did ask if they were fine with someone writing drabbles inspired by their au before writing this, and they mentioned that they were fine. This is probably not gonna have a lot of chapters and it's from the perspective of a female reader.

Breeding Program Au- @melon-cream-enmu

Demon Slayer- Koyoharu Gotouge

Demon Designs for this done by @flanelltees linked below.

https://www.tumblr.com/flanelltees/694082545792450560/i-forgot-i-didnt-post-this-cuz-i-think-i-didnt?source=share

Mostly Akaza x Reader x Douma with some Rengoku x Reader.

"....You want me to do WHAT?!"

"Oh, c'mon. It's not even that bad."

You know..you were expecting a lot of things. But being bait for your bosses' pet projects wasn't it!!

As one of the janitors of the facility you sometimes clean up the cells where they kept the creatures. You never paid them attention. You were more interested in going in, doing your job, and then going home at the end of the day just to cash in your paycheck at the end of the week. You didn't care what these scientists are doing and it wasn't any of your business so you just kept your nose where it belonged and just did what you were paid to do, which was to clean. But that made it hard to do when THOSE things started to be shoved into their cells. They always made messes. Mostly tossing around objects, breaking things, and depending on the demon, left behind blood, drool, and sometimes lots of fur or feathers...As said it all depended on the demon.

You thought you heard the scientists call most of them by numbers such as 'the Swamp Demon' or something along those lines but you never bothered to pay too much attention to it. You were only paid to clean around here and nothing else. Which included going into those cells when the scientists took out their demons (usually after knocking them unconscious) and getting them cleaned up before they put the creatures back inside. On one such day it was business as usual. One of the scientists (Doctor Shinobu you think) brought out one of those creatures, the one that looked like a giant harpy thing and you were tasked with cleaning out his cell before he came back. It wasn't too bad. At least this creature didn't leave a trail behind it like that swamp one did thing did. It was a quick job wheeling your cart over and beginning the familiar process of sweeping, mopping, and then taking your spray bottle and cloth to start wiping at the giant reinforced window looking into the cell. Your boss's always stressed to you the importance of making sure these windows were clean at all times to allow the scientists and security clear view of the creatures. Despite how BIG each cell was with some being the size of three whole houses, there was minimal clean up You had to do. They were mostly like giant enclosures at the zoo with each one catering to each specific demon. This one in particular having a few trees and perches installed for the bird demon they sedated earlier.

After a while it got pretty warm..Eh. You supposed you could spare to take off your mask and hazmat suit hood that was a part of the get up you were. It was a relief to take off the get up disguising your face and letting the air hit your face. With a sigh of relief you went back to sweeping a lot of shedded feathers along the floor. You were just wiping at the glass when you heard it for the first time.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A strange tapping sound. You paused before looking around the cell. No one was in here with you and it didn't seem like anything was loose or a draft was present... Shrugging you turned back to your work wiping off the big window from inside the cell before moving outside the cell to clean up the other side. The safe side to be honest. You were just wiping off the middle of the reinforced glass before you heard it again but much, MUCH louder than before.

TAP. TAP. TAP

You again paused as the sounds came from literally right behind you....You debated whether or not to turn around-

T A P. T A P. T A P.

The increasingly amount of strength used to force those taps increased in strength startling you. An intense gaze made you shiver. There's been a few incidents here. So there was a strict rule that any non science or security staff was told to do at all times. Under absolutely no circumstances were you to engage with the demons. Whatever you do-

DO. NOT. ENGAGE.

Do NOT engage with the demons. Do not attempt contact. And if they try to intimidate or act out, you were to not engage. No one but the security and scientists were qualified to handle them. So you made a choice. You refused to turn around and just continued to work no matter what sounds were behind you. The sounds increased in tempo and volume for a solid few seconds but after about ten seconds of ignoring whatever it was it stopped entirely much to your relief. You were finished in minutes. Without giving another look back, you grabbed your cart and just pushed it away refusing to look behind you.

The whole way you felt you were being watched.

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It wasn't until almost three months later that the strange situation occurred again.

The harpy like demon was being released alongside a few other demons to make way for a few new ones. You were again tasked with cleaning out a few other cells, the old bird demon's cell included. You were again cleaning the window when you heard it.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

Your body jumped startled and acted on its own. Your eyes looked through the window at the other side of the hall and nearly passed out from what you looked at eye to eye. A humanoid creature was staring at you from the cell just across from you, hands pressed against the glass and eyes blinking at you. You stared at it stunned and.. It knocked lightly on the glass making you jump and drop the cloth in your hand. But that's not what shocked you the most.

The creature was strikingly beautiful.

A head of platinum silvery-blonde hair cascaded from the thing's head and a kolidescope of shining colors bored into your eyes from behind the reinforced glass lined with nicherin metal. Blue sharp nails tapped on the screen glass making you jump again at the sound and it seemed to find amusement in your actions tilting it's head at you. After a moment of staring further it ...

Smirked??

It smirked at you before smiling seductively and making a gesture for you to come over. An aura of that feeling you get like seeing your crush for the first time radiating off him-

Which was why it blinked in surprise when you scrunched up your noise at it in almost a disgusted look at him.

"What the heck are you laughing at?" You asked it in annoyance. It slowly lost its smile blinking again. "Do you find my outfit funny? Good for you but guess what. I'm not the one stuck in there! So why don't you go eat a squirrel or whatever it is you do?"

Did it really think you looked that funny in this get up? Oh ha ha. It was bad enough you had to clean up after these things. You didn't need their criticism too.

"Go on and get outta here!

That's it. That's all you said. Keeping to your rule of do not engage and ignoring it in favor of finishing wiping the window. It didn't do anything else but you felt it watching you the entire time before you finished cleaning the other side of the window and walked away quickly just as one of the scientists were walking down the hall. He must've noticed your spooked look because he laughed making you stop to look at him.

"So you met Stripes?"

You ended up looking at him. "Stripes?...What the heck is that?" You asked a bit muffled by your mask.

He chuckled at your expression. "He's one of the newcomers here. Some of the capture and release team brought him in the other week and put him right next to the room you just came out of." He nodded his flame colored hair down the hall. "He sometimes likes to scare us by running up to the window and hitting it."

"Why would he hit the window?"

"It's a sign of challenge. Some demons challenge others to fight by showing aggression. He usually does that to our male staff. He also tries to show dominance by acts of intimidation and more aggression. He seems to particularly do that a lot whenever he sees me specifically. Probably because I'm the first one he saw after bringing him here."

"Why do you call him 'Stripes'?"

"Because of the stripe patterns on his body. It makes it easier to tell them apart by giving them nicknames."

Your brow rose. "The one I saw didn't have any stripes." Again your voice said muffled by the mask you wore. "The one I saw had rainbow eyes. It was weird."

He froze staring at you stunned before blinking. "It...what?!" He seemed completely shocked at what you said before leaning over you. "You saw the ice demon?!"

"Saw him and already find him annoying. He kept banging on the dam window."

"It attempted to make contact?!" He leaned over you suddenly looking you up and down in your heavy duty baggie hazmat suit and mask leaning over you as he did so. You leaned back as the red headed man studied you intensely as if searching for something to explain the questions in his head. "But...How? Why? It's never attempted to make contact with any man in the facility."

At this your eyes narrowed at him in annoyance before both hands reached out and simultaneously in one motion, your hood was pulled down and the mask pulled off your face revealing your identity to the stunned scientist.

"Do I look like a man to you?!," you asked annoyed and now he could hear your voice clearly.

And he could clearly see that- "You are a woman?!"

"No shit!"

"But-..You-.." He again looked at you then down the white sterile hall towards the cells then back to you in disbelief. "How did you not get lured in by it's charming affect?"

You deadpanned looked at him before sighed. "Look, Sir-"

"Rengoku! Doctor Rengoku!!"

"Well, Doc. I don't really care about any demons or what you people research here. All I care about is doing my job and then going home to sleep." Your hand grabbed the cart again. "Now if you don't mind, I have like five other unoccupied cages to clean in a hot stuffy suit before I can even think about leaving and I haven't even had anything to eat yet so I'm not in the mood. So excuse me."

He still stared at you as you wheeled your squeaky cart away to the next cell that needed to be cleaned up. Leaving him just looking at your retreating form before humming and slowly looking back towards where she came from. Very interesting. Very ..VERY interesting. Safe to say when he saw Shinobu and the others later in the next staff meeting he brought up a very interesting new development.

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The glass squeaked under your gloved hand as you pushed the cloth across the mirror in the women's bathroom polishing the reflective surfaces showing your tired reflection in the mirror as your worked. This was tiring. You supposed you were glad for the air conditioning the buildings had making wearing this get up more bearable but you still found yourself hating this stuffy old suit that was required with the job. In your boss's words-

"It's to ensure your safety within the demon's cells in case they release toxins into the air. It's also to protect you from the harsh cleaning chemicals you'll be using to ensure the sterilization of the facility. Every other member of the cleaning staff has one too."

Still irritated you. You paused as the bathroom door opened and in walked a woman with purple eyes. You blinked at her reflection looking around before stopping on you with a smile and you sighed before turning around. Great. Just what you needed. Interference when you were trying to work.

"Sorry." You held up a hand voice muffled by the mask. Her head tilted at you. "The bathroom's closed until I finish cleaning. There's another bathroom two halls over though by the break room that should be open."

Instead of doing the obvious thing and leaving, she just smiled at you more. "Y/n?"

You paused hearing your name but blinked and nodded. "Yeah?? Who's asking?"

"Oh thank goodness." Her hands clasped together happily although you felt a bit weirded out. "It took me a while to find you! You know there's lots of janitorial staff running around here and the place is so large, but I finally managed to track you down."

"Uh...Good for you? I'm sorry. Is there something you want me for? If it's a mess you want me to clean them I'll be there in a moment-"

"Oh no no." She shook her head. "My business with you is much more important than that! Do you have a minute so we can talk?"

"Sure but it's gonna have to wait until after I finish cleaning this place. I don't get paid to leave work waiting."

"A 'get things done' attitude. I like that in people!" She nodded. "I'll wait for you outside. Ok?"

"Uh. Yeah. Sure. Whatever."

She proceeded to leave leaving you just confused. Who was that? By the fancy lab coat she wore, you supposed she was one of the professors here or part of the research department. Knowing those people, they wanted you to clean a mess in the labs or another demon cell. Sigh. Oh well. It's not like you were doing anything important after cleaning a bathroom anyways. You took your sweet time finishing up your work which roughly took thirty minutes. I'm truth you were kinda hoping she'd leave you to find another one of the janitors to clean up her mess but you were both surprised and disappointed seeing that the woman was still waiting for you outside in the hallway as you dragged out your cart. You looked at her ever smiling place before sighing.

"Alright. Where and what is it and how big of a mess do I have to clean up this time?"

She waved a hand. "Oh no. It doesn't involve any messes."

"Then what do you want me for?"

"I'm part of the research department. It's actually come to my attention that there's been an interesting new development concerning you and one of our subjects!"

"....In human talk?"

"One of the demons seemed to have taken quite an interest in you! You see we've been monitoring his activity for a while and every time you get assigned to that wing he gets more active now!"

"....And that's supposed to be important?"

Her smile strained a little bit. "YES. He's usually only active around girls but lately his activity around myself and other female doctors has decreased and increased when he sees you come by."

You rolled your eyes. "He just likes laughing at my suit."

"Maybe but we'd like to offer you a proposition!" You rose a brow at her. Proposition? "You'll be paid very well for it!"

Money? Your brows rose interested. "...I'm listening."

"We want you to volunteer for the M.C.M.A.R.R. section of our research group."

"Mc...What?"

"M.C.M.A.R.R! It stands for Mating, Courting, Marriage, and Relationships Research!," she explained to you holding up a finger. "There's been a new interest in how relationships built by demons affect their overall behavior. Whether it be familial or more codependent relationships. It shapes some of the demons own actions and behaviors."

"Ok. That makes sense. What does that have to do with me though?"

"That's the thing. M.C.M stands for Marriage, Courting, and Mating for a reason! We want you to volunteer for a new experiment we're trying out."

"Which is what exactly?"

"We want you to volunteer to become one of the demons items of romance!"

You stared at her. ".....You want me to do WHAT?!"

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neptune-cinths · 2 months

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Valentine

*☆synopsis ♫˳ - Sometimes a way to spend Valentines Day is to patch up your one and only rival.

“How did you even manage to get that?”

Desmond exhales slowly as you place a small bag of ice on the back of his left shoulder. The injury itself wasn’t too bad, especially for a young fighter who does illegal boxing. It was a blooming red and he would always wince slightly when even the lightest of touches from the pads of your finger would graze it, although you’re glad it wasn't blue or purple like the last time you patched him up after his match.

You quickly grab a piece of tissue with your free hand and hand it to him, readying a small bottle of alcohol to spray the tissue with while still holding onto the ice with one hand, muffled yells of what you presume to be of twisted joy blending in with the rolling wheels of the cars that were slowly exiting the small parking lot that was next to the alleyway your both were in.

Pretty unconventional spot for a ‘spontaneous date’, or whatever Desmond rationalized it as.

“There was a convenience store down the road, I just sneaked out before your fight was about to end and got back.” You said, spraying the tissue until it was wet enough to see his palm soaking the alcohol with how much you put. He placed it on a small cut he got on the bridge of his nose, wincing at the small burning pain he felt. He thought he would get used to it by now, but the feeling of a wound being disinfected by alcohol will always bug him to no end; it was almost like an itch inside his body that he couldn’t scratch no matter how many times his fingers twitched.

“And said convenience store let you.. get ice and put it in a plastic bag? Yeah, like I believe that.” He looks up at you as he replies while throwing the now slightly blood stained tissue on the ground, now starting to wrap gauze around his bruised and bloodied left knuckles. His eyes still held that boyish mischievousness that was sometimes all you could think about, even late into the night when you were clicking away on your laptop, researching ideas for your 650 word Common App essay.

The same glint you saw ever since your first kiss with him in the janitor’s closet. You didn’t know if it was your lack of experience in such a field or the chemicals used for cleaning getting to you, but that was most probably the best kiss you’ve ever gotten. Probably not the best place to have your first kiss as a couple, but a kiss was a kiss.

Your face donned on a small frown with your eyebrows knitting together, looking at Desmond as if he said that the sky was yellow. He still looked up at you, done with quickly wrapping his knuckles in gauze.

“Why’s that so hard to believe? I paid good money for this ice.” You dug the ice more into his shoulder and You gestured to the small tote bag you brought, it was the same size as a purse and had a pocket inside, filled with mostly first aid materials and your wallet while your phone was inside your pocket, the small shiny apple charm overflowing and contrasting the dark blue of your high waisted jeans.

He let out a small chuckle, turning your frown into a small smile at the sound of his laughter. You could feel something inside yourself lighten inside, especially after watching him fighting. Bits and pieces of multiple nights of him getting punched again and again flashed through your mind while you were rummaging around in your bag. You had never liked the fact that he had to fight to even put food on the table for his mother and sister, but the least you could do was treat all his scrapes, bruises, and his injuries in general. You knew the system was never fair, especially for people like Desmond, so this was one of the things you thought you could do to help in some way.

Sometimes you thought of what your parents would say when they caught wind that their daughter was dating someone so..ordinary, in their eyes.

“I don’t know, teacher’s pet. Maybe you used magic..” He looked off into the distance, his eyes fixated on a spot on the road to his left. Your eyebrows returned to their original spot, high on your forehead, wanting for him to elaborate more.After a few beats of silence, he added on, whispering to himself “Maybe it’s the same magic you used to make me yours.”

You rolled your eyes when you heard this, though a bigger smile was plastered onto your face as you started to pack up the gauze back into its plastic bag.

“God that’s so cheesy, Des.”

His face scrunched up while he replied back, ignoring the slightly burning feeling that he felt at the bridge of his nose laughing in between his words “Really? That’s what you’re gonna say after I poured my heart out for you?”

“You got a 98 for your poem assignment, I’m sure you can do better than.. whatever that was.” You felt something bubble up in your heart as you thought of his words more, you couldn’t put your finger on exactly what it was. All you knew was that it showed itself whenever Desmond was near, and it stayed within for what seems like forever.

“Oh, so you’re saying I’m a poet now?”

“I didn’t say that at all.” Even though your eyes weren’t facing him, you knew his face had a big smile on it, either that or a big smirk. Your peripheral vision was always blurry, of course; you forgot packing your off-white glasses case into your bag when you were stuffing it with the elements of basic first aid, your phone, your small headphones, and some green, crumpled paper, just in case you needed to buy some more of that ice.

A comfortable silence was brought upon you two, there was no need to feed the silence with more small talk or banter than what both of you felt like dishing out. The cheers had mellowed out as, hopefully, the last fight for the night was done. You wondered how much time both of you spent here, treating his wounds. Sometimes his fights would go on for what seemed like hours, the grip you had on either your hands or the straps of your bag tightening with every flash of red liquid you saw coming out of his face or his chest. It would take even longer to dress his wounds

“Sorry, couldn’t get any soap and water on the way here.” You say as you look both left and right, hoping that no one’s gonna see the two of you here, in this dimly lit alley whilst another fight with two unfortunate souls happens indoors, quickly reminding you that these types of fights would go on until the soft yellow and orange rays seeped into the little cracks and uncovered windows of the abandoned laundromat. With every step and motion that your body took, the sound of the rough gravel felt like a screech into the silence and made you turn around every few minutes to see if anyone had seen you two.

You especially hoped that you didn’t see Tony here; lord knows what more power he would have over Desmond once he knew the face and voice of his lover.

“Was there no soap and water in that convenience store?” You heard him whisper, you felt your eyes roll once more whilst a small chuckle escaped your lips.

You looked at him in the eyes, double checking to see if there were any serious injuries that could get him into a hospital bed and to just.. stare at him for a while. A familiar warmth released in your chest once Desmond’s eyes met yours once more, a small and slightly shy smile was creeping up your face the more you looked into his stare. He looked at you as if you were

You and him hadn’t spent so much time together anymore, despite you being in almost all of his classes. Graduation was almost a month away and both of your final exams had just finished, the results were coming out slowly, but fruitfully. Perfect scores littered your mind, almost becoming a mishmashed blur of numbers and circles.

The ones with little mistakes stuck out to you the most, stupid grammar and spelling mistakes that made you want to beat your past self up for forgetting the spelling of ‘continuous’. Although, you try to not let them phase you as Desmond had almost the same results as yours. The only difference being that you had seen him beating his red punching bag after learning that he had gotten a 43/60 on a social studies exam.

You were pulled away from your train of thought by the sound of Desmond’s voice whispering to you, now realizing that the distance between you and him was now smaller than before. His face was in front of yours, his eyes were still staring at yours, one of his bandaged hands now cupping your cheek.

“Is this just an excuse to check me out, teacher’s pet?”

Embarrassment flooded your senses, and you subsequently backed your face away from him. You finally set down the ice pack once you took a peek at the now pinkish bump that still had hints of red in it. Although it wasn’t back to his original skin color, it was definitely better than the strawberry red from before. Desmond kept staring at you, a small smile on his slightly bruised, yet still boyishly handsome face.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes if you don-“

“I was checking to see if you had any serious injuries.” You replied, cutting him off while taking off the alcohol soaked tissue paper that had a small streak of blood seeped to it. You folded the tissue into small quarters while he nodded and still had a smile glued onto his face. You reached inside of your pocket and got out a small pink bandaid, peeled it, and placed it right on the cut.

“Uh huh, so,” He got up and snatched his shirt from the insides of the tote bag you brought with you. “Am I all good now? The night’s still pretty early so we can hang out somewhere until I have to go back to my house.”

You stared at him with widened eyes and your eyebrows knitted together, grabbing your tote bag from the bench he was sitting on and beginning to walk outside of the dimly lit alley. He stared back at you with one of his eyebrows raised, following your pace while looking left and right around the dark concrete pathway.

“10 PM is early to you? Don’t forget that you have a basketball game tomorrow.”

“Of course I remember! This one’s the last for the year. And with the coach training the team and I to our damn bones, there’s no way I can forget it.” Desmond said, walking alongside you. He sped up his walking, turning almost into a jog, once he heard a car slowly driving by the two of you. You followed his movements, not knowing exactly what the problem was, though you had an inkling when a knot in your stomach began to form. You eventually caught up to him, looking at both him and the car periodically as a certain nervousness clawed inside your chest.

It was the type of nervousness that made your hands clench, your eyes turn sharper, and your fight, flight, or freeze instinct played sirens inside your head, shaking the very cells of your body to alert you that something was..wrong.

You suddenly felt a hand intertwine with your own, breaking it from its white-knuckled clench. Desmond’s hand squeezed yours tightly while rubbing the gems and details of your metal rings, you looked down on it while shakily exhaling. The car pulls over to Desmond’s side and the tinted windows slowly roll down, but Desmond just picked up his pace and almost dragged you along with him, both of your hands now gripping the other’s tightly. You grazed your thumb over his wrapped knuckles, feeling his hand slightly loosen at the gesture. You could hear the loud hollerings of the person behind the wheel, the voice slurred and the words were strung along with curse words.

You felt Desmond’s hand tighten back up.

“Don’t look behind you, just..just keep walking with me.”

“Can’t really call this walking when you’re dragging me along.” Your voice was filled with a mixture of airiness and nervousness, trying to push away the heavy air between the both of you while the stranger’s voice withered away with the amount of distance you two put between yourselves and the stranger. You couldn’t hear anything but a soft and low snort coming from Desmond, you looked up to see a small smile now on his now slightly less tense face. You didn’t know who that person was and what they intended when they rolled down their windows, and you honestly didn’t want to.

Once the car was nowhere in sight, he returned back to his normal pace. His hand was now loosely intertwined with yours, some of his bandaging coming loose and grazing your wrist. You looked back down on it and frowned as he made a sharp turn to the right into an alleyway, the pristine white bandages now splattered with the warm red that oozed from his previous injuries.

“Hope you’re hungry, because I know I am.”

“Where are we going exactly?”

The both of you took a left and stopped at a shabby looking door, the hinges being spotted with a dark orange rust and parts of the dark wood being filled with deep holes and stray bullet marks. You felt your foot step back, and the slightly nervous feeling from before making an appearance once again.

“Trust me, you’ll see.”

He looked back at you, the small spark in his eyes returning once both of you locked eyes. You swallowed your saliva and nodded as Desmond opened the door and the soft, warm glow coming from the strings of hung up fairy lights greeted your eyes, making them enlarged slowly as they darted all over the place, taking it in, in all of its glory. You felt your body slowly heating up with shyness and the romantic rush that you always felt when you were with Desmond quickly replacing the seed of dread that you felt when you were still outside of the shop.

There were wooden chairs dotted all around the room, either having four chairs for a small group or two chairs for a duo. There was a mix of moss and fake ivy occasionally peeking out from the crevices of the old brick walls, small portraits being hung up in various areas of the walls.

The ceiling was strung up with the aforementioned fairy lights, all culminating at the ceiling fan that was positioned at the center of the ceiling, which held a table with a candle holder that stored two slim white candles currently burning right below it.

Both of you walked closer to the table, your feet beating Desmond’s and quickly dragging him to the table. The wooden table had a long, deep vermillion tablecloth on top that stopped at an inch above the floor, white lace decorating the ends that dangled from the table.

The pleats of the tablecloth slowly swayed with the soft wind that came in from the ceiling fan, while the candles’ flame joined with it. There were two white plates in front of each other on the tablecloth, silver forks and knives stuffed in a long, narrow woven basket on the candleholder’s left side.

You could feel him staring at you, your eyes almost sparkling like the strung up lights at the sight of it all.

“Do you like it?” He muttered towards you, his bandaged hand coming up and cupping your warm cheek to tilt it towards his direction.

“Do you even have to ask?”

Both of you softly giggled at that, your hands now tightly and comfortably intertwined with one another.

“Well, can I ask a different question then?” He traced small hearts and shapes into your cheek as you responded “Go ahead.”

Desmond’s soft lips stretched into a big smile, his eyes emitting rays of lovesick joy that you thought can only be found in black words on multiple sheets of paper. You felt your heart burst with joy at hearing the seven words that came out of his mouth.

“Will you be my valentine, teacher’s pet?”

*☆notes ♫˳ - this is my first fic after awhile of not writing, i hope i can still do some justice to tsundere desmond’s character + teacher’s pet’s character !! heres the link to the one on ao3

#desmond asmr #desmond asmr fic #desmond asmr teacher’s pet #desmond asmr tsundere! desmond

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