#it's mostly just an excuse to talk about him and make that stupid photo | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

toast-on-dandelioms · 5 months

Text

Disclaimer

I am not the biggest fan of dc but I do know the story and everything, so if any character from the batfamily is wrong please tell me so I will try to fix it.

Another story of Neglect

You were another one of Bruce's children, born by one of his nightstands with a model to which he just gave child support and didn't really visit.

You never cared, you didn't even know that he was your father since you were happy with just your mom and the life you were living at the moment, but everything changed because of a stupid drunk driver that ended up crashing the car against your mom's one and killing both of them at the impact. You were only 12 and your life just changed in one night.

You had no one else, or at least no one that could take you in since everyone was busy or couldn't be bothered to have another mouth to feed so you ended up in front of Wayne's Manor, two suitcases full of stuff plus all the boxes from your old room and house that you managed to save from the relatives who tried to grab everything valuable in the house.

After getting in your room and setting everything up, making sure your photos with your mom and you were safe and sound, you tried to interact with your new family, wanting to make the best out of a bad situation but you didn't think that they would be so different from what you saw in the media.

•Bruce Wayne: you heard that he was a playboy but very nice to his kids, you saw how he looked at Damian or Dick, a look full of love and adoration that your mom used to give it to you.

But to you, he looked at you like you were just a nuisance that wasn't supposed to be here, he made sure to tell you the first day that you came here to not expect much since he wouldn't have the time to take care of every small needs and to just tell him or Alfred if you wanted to do something out of the school activities since you would be changing schools.

You tried to interact with him, to learn from what he likes so you could just try and hold a conversation with him but he always left you behind for another one of his kids that needed him at the moment, leaving you there with a small smile and just a small light of hope that maybe he will come back to talk to you.

But he never did.

•Richard/Dick Grayson: you thought he was the nicest big brother you ever seen, especially from what you saw him talking or playing with Damian, Tim or even Jason.

(You did find out pretty soon that they were the famous vigilantes since they didn't really keep it hidden from you, especially since you saw them in costumes and even training while they ignored you or didn't even notice your presence.)

You tried to talk to him but he was just like Bruce, leaving you for Damian mostly or using any excuse to not spend time with you.

Even when you tried to ask him to do some acrobatics since you knew he was from the circus, he just gave you an excuse 'sorry but it's been a while since Damian and Tim saw me and I wanted to go out with them, maybe next time (wrong/name)", leaving you before you even had the time to correct him about your name.

•Jason Todd: honestly he was the most decent family member, second to Alfred who treated you better whenever you were left alone, since he just straight up told you that he didn't care and to not bother with him.

You did try a few more times, thinking he was one with a tough exterior but a softie inside, thinking that he just needed time but him accidentally punching you in the face and leaving you with a black eye from you walking up behind him made you understand that he didn't care, especially with the way that he looked at you with an annoyed expression before walking away.

At least you didn't have to spend months trying to gain his favor, he already made it clear that he didn't care about you.

But it still hurts you know?

• Tim Drake: he was the only one you couldn't really put a pin on who he really is, not of some double life or something like that.

It's just that sometimes he would act nice, talking to you but the next time you would see him, even if the time passed between the two intervals could be of 1 hour, he would act like you were an annoying thing or would just ignore you.

You understood that he was sleep deprived and just started leaving him some candies that could help him sleep, wanting to help in a small way, especially since he was the only one you could actually help a little.

And the last, but especially the worst one was none other than Damian Wayne/al Ghul since he first acted like you were gonna steal something from him, especially considered that you were a year or two older than him.

He harassed you, using his animals or just his assassin skills to torment you for years even though you never gave him reasons to do so.

Not more than once you had to patch yourself in the bathroom because of his harassment, the scars still visible but luckily in places you could hide so no one would question you for them.

After two or three years he finally stopped and went to be one of the family members to give you attention to completely ignore your existence, acting like you weren't even someone worthy of his attention.

You always wanted to just hit him back but it would be relatively impossible to even try to land a hit on him because of his assassin training that he had.

But one thing you still had that connected you to your old life, to when you were happy and still with someone who loved you was dancing, which you still went to practice everyday and tried to invite your family but everyone was either busy or straight up told you that they didn't care.

Only Alfred would show up but it was also rare, but it would fill your heart with joy everytime you saw him in the audience of whatever ballet you were casted in, even if you weren't the main protagonist and just a side character.

You also tried to be the best in school, just to show it to Bruce and make him proud like your mother was whenever you were in the top but with a family filled with geniuses like Tim Drake and Damian Wayne, it was difficult to even compare to them.

But every day, you still had hope that maybe, if you opened the doors of your heart they will finally enter and make you part of the family.

That you can finally be accepted again, and maybe even join them in their vigilante jobs but alas, they always had excuses, excuses and even more excuses.

You were getting tired of all their excuses.

After a while you understand that maybe the problem is not you, it never was.

You opened up many times in the past years. You gave them every piece of your broken heart to hold but they would always break it in even more little pieces.

But, not everything always goes to plan does it?

So, instead of continuing to try, you also decided to ignore them back and live your life, counting the days of your eighteen birthday so you could finally get out and be free from the mansion you were supposed to call home.

Part 2 is here!

#yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere batfamily #batboys x reader #dc universe #spiderman #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere batman #yandere dc

1K notes · View notes

eris-snow · 6 months

Text

4. 𝐀 𝐂𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲.

Tags:bakugou x fem!reader, juxtaposition, angst, fluff, swearing, more swearing (It's Katsuki what do you expect)

Living life like this is like watching a scene unfold from a background character’s eyes. You’re just seeing things happen from the sidelines, and no matter how hard you try, you’re helplessly held in place.

Katsuki has learnt which lines he can step over and which lines he should not when he’s with you. Some of them are blurry, but as long as he stays as far away from the cliff as possible, he won’t fall off the edge. When you don’t want to talk about something, you grow silent and ignore him completely.

He’s learned not to press for details.

He’s mostly hanging there for one or two hours while finishing assignments. Between homework and internships, it’s a miracle that he squeezes you into his schedule.

But he does, and he finds it the best decision of his life.

—

“Bakugou, can you help me with this question?”

“Tch, what's so hard about trigo? Just insert the damn formula, idiot.”

“Get off your high horse.”

“Get a better brain.”

“Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

“I don’t trust ya. Give me the pen.”

—

“Fuck!”

“Bad day?”

“I will punch your piano to dust and ash, and once there aren’t any more visible chunks, I will find someone to revert it to its original state and do it again.”

“Code red. Take a seat.”

“They moved Speech Day.”

“I don’t care.”

“Aren’t you in it?”

“It’s just two fucking weeks. You try doing paperwork and a literature essay and caring about unimportant shit simultaneously.”

“Okay, Mr I Saved The World, sorry if that was news to me.”

“Shut it, blabbermouth.”

—

“So you just laid in bed? The entire damn day?”

“I’ll have you know that I did homework and watered my desk plant. I’ve been plenty efficient.”

“Your plant?”

“Excuse you, it’s a very nice cactus.”

“We’re talking schedules, Green thumbs. What the hell? I barely have time to sleep, let alone water plants.”

“Maybe I should get you a plant.”

“That has literally nothing to do with this conversation.”

“Mine’s named Fluffy.”

“Oh, come on—”

—

“You’re kind of cool, you know.”

“I do know.”

“Like, you pulled a Harry Potter on the battlefield. Did you see Dumbledore?”

“Are you making light of my death?”

“No, I’m trying to get your mind off it ‘cause you’re being emo again.”

“I’m what?”

“And you’re back.”

—

“Bakugou, Fluffy died.”

“The cactus?”

“Yeah. I’m kinda sad actually.”

“I ain’t comforting you.”

“Well, damn, okay.”

“If it bothers you that much, I’ll buy you another stupid cactus. Will that appease you?”

“Fluffy 2.0?”

“What is with you and naming things—”

“Fluffy 2.0?”

“Yes, jeez! Put the pen down, you look ridiculous.”

“I will fight you.”

—

“You’re a glitch, you know?” Bakugou grouched, throwing his bag onto the stage. The blond has known you for about a month, and he’s managed to pick out a good handful of reactions from you. That’s why, even as you retort, “You’re unpleasant. Did you know that?” as you unplug the earbuds from your ears, he also notices you chew your lip and averts your eyes away from him.

Touchy subject.

“You said you were from Mind Fuck’s old class, right? He didn’t know jack shit about you. You’re practically invisible, but your name is somehow captured when they had to take class photos last year. I just find it strange that you’re there but not fuckin’ there at the same time.”

“I thought we agreed for you to drop this.”

“I thought we agreed not to lie to each other.”

That line seems to make you falter. Whatever the situation, you always seem so against lying straight to someone’s face. Deluding someone, however, didn’t seem to be a problem.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. You don’t see me pushing to know your sob backstory with Midoriya.”

Katsuki reels back so fast that he almost knocks down a stack of neatly arranged certificates on the desk. When he opens his mouth to reply, the words taste like bile on his tongue. “We’re not talking about that.”

You raise your eyebrow as if to say ‘See what I mean?’.

He wants to press for information because every time he gets close you go tight-lipped, but after getting a good look at you he hesitates. You have dark eyebags under your eyes, more prominent than usual, and the way you carry yourself screams how much you don’t want to be here.

It’s almost like your arms are weighed down by chains, and you’re fighting to keep awake.

Katsuki’s been there before. Katsuki knows that place like it was his old friend. He gets it, and that’s the only reason why he stops pushing you..

“You need to go soon,” You said, fixing the stack of credentials and realining the trophies. “Aren’t you one of the awardees? They’re having a briefing downstairs in 5. It’s not very hero-like to be late.”

“Left my pen here, dumbass,” Katsuki rolled his eyes, swiping it off the piano. “And you should leave too. Don’t think the teacher would appreciate stragglers lurking in the curtains like dust bunnies under a bed.”

“I’m part of the backstage crew,” you reply with an eyebrow raised. “Unlike you, I’m supposed to be here.”

You are?

It takes Katsuki to realise he’d said those words out loud, because, of course he did.

You huff, gaze cutting into his eyes. A wave of familiarity washes over him. He swore he’s never lived through this experience before, but it feels all too similar to…

“I don’t tell you everything going on in my life, Bakugou. Easy things flow out like water, and difficult things get stuck like glue. The daily stuff goes in between. It gets sticky along the way, so it never makes it out of my mouth.”

Huh. For some reason, he feels like he’s heard that somewhere before.

—

The teacher glances over you like you’re transparent, and it takes 3 tries to get her attention and 5 to hold onto it.

You watch as the students fly across the stage, each person with a different award. There’re familiar faces.

Studious Yaoyorozu had won Top In Academic Standing(to no one’s surprise), and Izuku had gotten an award for Longest Internship Hours, first runner-up of the Sports Festival, top in Rescue Training and Hero History.

Todoroki had tumbled into third place for the Sports Festival, and was happy to take home the trophy for Best Intern (Voted by their respective heroes-in-charge.)

Half of the hero course had said it was rigged, but Todoroki couldn’t care less and the blatant smugness in his smile said all of it.

You went down the list, taking less than 5 seconds to find the name you were looking for. Katsuki’s prizes were nothing to scoff at either.

Peeking out from behind the curtain, you were just in time to see the ash-blond step onto the stage confidently as the speaker stated his shiny, impressive achievements.

“….Katsuki Bakugou who is the Sports Festival Champion, Top in Combat and Top In Level!”

You watch Principal Nezu hand him all his trophies and certificates, and the way he smirks at the camera, relishing the spotlight on him. You can see the sheer joy on his face.

He deserves it, he really does. You know how hard he works, he’s told you and you’ve seen it.

Jealousy burns the back of your throat, thorns of ‘I wish’ suffocating your trachea.

Damn, I wish that was me.

You slam a hand against your mouth, but almost as quickly as you did, you ease it off. It’s still an instinct, even though you’re sure no one would hear you.

You watch Katsuki turn in your direction as he walks off the stage, which makes you recede into the darkness.

Coward.

Drape yourself in layers of shadows, hide yourself away because you can’t really remember the last time you’ve ever been under those searing lights.

How nice it must feel, to be seen and recognised.

#juxtaposition (Bakugou)#mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #angst #bakugou x reader #bakugou angst #comfort

87 notes · View notes

ame-ellee · 1 year

Text

Thinking about {yandere!nerd} contains : afab!reader, stalker-y gross behavior

Skinny, greasy hair

Show him one ounce of kindness with your pretty smile and innocent questions, and he’s gone (little does he know you just want the homework answers)

He’s in shock. A girl? Willingly talking to him? And a pretty girl at that?

He helps you so well, you end up passing the quiz on that topic easily.

His infatuation could’ve stopped there, but you just had to keep asking him for help.

“Your help really means a lot!” “Thank you so much, you’re sooo smart” All things you said that made his body heat up unbearably.

He usually relieved himself in the bathroom at lunch, panting and whining into his shirt held up in his teeth, thinking about your saccharine comments, your little pink tongue when you spoke, the almost-there panty line in your leggings and the cute way your hips swayed as you had walked over

You begin to notice his puppy-like adoration, and the way his splotchy cheeks heated up, but you let it be. You’re only doing this for your grade after all.

He downloads social media for you, and follows and adds you on everything he can find

He finds himself staring at his computer, looking at photos of you, more than he would be getting ahead on work or studying theoretical physics.

He would writhe in his bed for hours, until his legs shook uncontrollably and he couldn’t move without whining in pain when his poor, overstimulated dick brushed against anything.

Hips pounding into his pillow uncontrollably as he shoots blanks and moans into his mattress.

If you text him at all for help, guaranteed he’ll ask to call you and record it (he’s not stupid enough to try to get off while on call) so he has material for later

You, meanwhile, think nothing of it. Just another puppy crush.

But at the end of the year, when you try to part ways, the two of you walk and talk for a while, reminiscing on the class, the teacher the students. Well, you mostly talk. He’s just trying to hide his hard-on. He finally manages to gasp out “Want to hang out over the summer?”

You pause, pretending to think. You don’t want to hurt his feelings, but also you have no use for him anymore. With an awkward half-smile you say “Maybe?”

A big sloppy grin spread on his face and he opens his mouth to say something else, but you see your friends and make up an excuse to say goodbye.

He waves at your retreating back, and his smile keeps spreading. He knows you were using him, so he just needs to keep making himself useful.

Next year rolls around, and you have two classes with him. Maybe he messed with your class requests, or maybe its just pure luck <3

A.N.: This is my first work! I wrote it in Spanish class and hope y’all enjoy :) xoxoxo

#yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere headcanons #yandere #yanderenerd #scenarios #yande.re #yancore

167 notes · View notes

peachjagiya · 15 days

Note

https://www.tumblr.com/peachjagiya/747638524276293632/i-feel-like-all-these-anons-writing-dissertations?source=share

I don't know if this is in response to the ask i sent you yesterday but if it is, please understand that i wasn't trying to tell you to stop believing in ur ship. That is your prerogative and you have a right to believe in what you want to believe in. It's not like my "essays" are going to change your mind anyway.

I was only pointing out what is think is a flaw in your logic especially because i saw u complaining of jikookers talking about a pic being deleted and i was pointing out that if you think Jk posting a pic only with Tae on his instagram is "special" then couldn't the other group of shippers say the same thing about Jk only having a selfie with Jimin on his WV ? What is the difference? I don't think who Jk chooses to post and not post on his socials is what determines who is most special to him and i'm sure in real life, most of you know this. If he takes a picture which he thinks is cool, he would most probably post it regardless of who it is. I am married and have been for over 5 years but i only have one picture of my s/o on my socials but i have tons of pics with friends and acquaintances. Do u think i posted more people than my s/o because they mean more to me? absolutely not lol. I even rarely take photos with my s/o at all so if someone had to judge how special my s/o is to me by looking at things like socmed posts they would probably think i hate him lol.

You created a blog to talk about and appreciate the bond of two people u believe could be in a relationship and it is normal to like seeing only or mostly people who agree with you but please don't think that anyone who disagrees with or questions your logic on certain things is out to disprove your ship or make you stop believing in them. Look at my ask again, not once did i ask you to stop believing in your ship. i only asked that you stop making big deals out of things that could literally apply to any other pair. Some of u talk about those things and see them as decisive proof that these boys have to be together but the truth is that, it really isn't mainly because those things aren't exclusive to the two you ship, that's the point i am trying to make.

So please stop coming out with your pitchforks and knives whenever someone challenges your logic because we all know the excuses and excess copium that will follow, the moment Jk wakes up and does something "special' for some other member especially if it is Jimin.

Plus if you had an answer to the question that i asked (which imo is a fair question) you would have provided it but you don't and deep down you probably see some sense in what i am saying and that is why you responded the way you did.

sorry about the "many words". I am just passionate i guess.

So please stop coming out with your pitchforks and knives whenever someone challenges your logic

It's less pitchforks and knives and more... tired of being condescended to.

I really don't mind my logic being challenged. I've answered plenty of questions about my logic. But I think you must see how condescending it is to assume that I'm absolutely blind to logic so it's your moral duty to correct my brain. It's my brain! It's not your brain! You really don't need to worry what I'm doing with it!

That's why I am kind of dubious when it's a lot of words because I feel like one question would be challenging my logic and I'm happy to get into it. Paragraph after paragraph is like being hauled in front of the headmaster at school and told I'm stupid. I wouldn't waste my time if I didn't have valid reasons for finding Taekook a bit more than friends.

because we all know the excuses and excess copium that will follow, the moment Jk wakes up and does something "special' for some other member especially if it is Jimin.

Especially if it's Jimin? Huh? I don't differentiate between Jimin and the other five? I don't know what experiences you've had with other TKKrs but I don't have the same grudge against Jimin you've experienced. If he comes out and posts a bathroom picture with Jimin at an OT7 dinner, I will be like "Oh look, a selca of JK and Jimin" and probably some thirsty comment about one or both of them being hot tbh.

It was 5am. 5am Peach wasn't up for it but I'm more alive now.

I think the mistake a lot of people, TKKr and JKKr alike, make is that they hinge their entire argument on individual moments. Atomix becomes this huge thing and the second it gets challenged, everyone melts down gloating or getting defensive.

So often, one will come at the other with "Here's why this particular 0.6 seconds in time was NOT special." Ok? Great? You got me? I try to look at them as more of a whole picture and that's how I end up thinking it's different.

So there's a picture of Jimin and JK on Weverse. I don't know the context of it, I have to admit. Was it at an OT7 event? Were they just together? (I don't think your point about deleting instagram applies here because I don't think he can delete Weverse when BTS are entwined with it really.)

But let's take it as it is: A selca of Tae and JK in 2021, a selca of JK and Jimin in 2019.

The reason I find one of them special and one of them less so is not because it's a selca but it's a selca alongside all the other stuff I believe to be true. Does that make sense? Its not just a selca. It's a selca and seeing each other in their hiatus a decent amount and touching and closeness and some suspicious instances and a history of interaction that feels different to me. The selca is just a part of a wider picture.

And this applies to any one piece of the jigsaw. I'm sure you could find JK snuggling Hobi or Jin too. You could find examples of JK spending time at Jimin's house. Does the REST of the picture apply though? I don't personally find that the wider picture of his relationship with any other member rings out as romantic to me. I do find Taekook to be romantic based on a lot of different things, not just individual pieces. That's what I'm saying.

I've now said selca so many times that it doesn't look like a real word anymore. 😂

Ultimately, this is a Taekook blog. I don't want to live in an echo chamber but I didn't really start it to feel like I'm being told off by people I don't know. I don't think you should leave as such but is this the space for you?

Please don't worry about my logic. I'm either wrong and we'll all survive...

Or I'm right. And we'll all survive.

#taekook #my asks

14 notes · View notes

happyk44 · 1 year

Note

jasico prompts!!!!! i have several you can choose ur favorite:

stupid newlyweds who are on honeymoon and therefore their braincells are dead, not noticing weird things happening around them bc 1) they're used to weird shit 2) they just got married and are too into each other to notice the terrorist attacks, alligators, and mafia shootouts

classic coffeeshop au except this coffeeshop is definitely a front for money laundering but the receptionist is So Cute so you can't blame jason for going there everyday

jason has wall of nico photos that are definitely not creepy and he insists that its just his cork board where he puts photos of friends on except its mostly nico.

god!jason kidnaps nico to piss hades off but oops now he's in love and he keeps making excuses as to why he cant release nico: weather's too hot, you owe me money, i have a cold, etc etc

It wasn't a shrine. No matter what Leo said, it wasn't a shrine. Shrines were completely different - Jason knew that. He had a couple actual shrines and this, this was just a photo album. It wasn't even technically dedicated to Nico. It just sort of... ended up there.

Jason couldn't really pinpoint when or how Nico's photos became the prime material of edge page. The album had been a simple idea. Something to look at when he was feeling lonely and remember that he had friends. Initially it was just a small photo book he took with him on his travels but ever since Leo made him that portable printer, he had expanded it to a couple collections.

He hadn't been hiding it either. The albums were innocuous from first glance, protected. Everyone knew he had them, he talked about them all the time. Every time he whipped out his disposable camera, and then later his shock-proof phone, he'd say a quick, "For the album." And they'd smile and pose. There were a lot of candid photos too.

Travelling was just easier for Nico. So he was around more. Checked in more. Of course, Jason was going to have a lot of photos of him.

But as he flipped through his albums, he was beginning to speculate that maybe Leo was onto something. It still wasn't a shrine but...

Well, Nico was pretty. The light caught his face in wonderful angles. There were times he'd be laughing and Jason would think, I have to remember this.

The thing about losing all your memories? You wanted to make sure you had something, just in case it happened again. He wanted physical proof. Leo was here. Piper baked cookies. Hazel had a birthday.

Nico laughed. Nico smiled. Nico disappeared into the corner shadows of the wall. Nico held a puppy. Nico walked around with a half-grown chicken on his head for two hours.

Jason closed the album shut and set it aside. Nerves tousled up inside him. This was... perhaps a problem he had not anticipated. He steeled his breathe inside himself.

It wasn't a shrine. Shrines were for worshipping. For holiness. And his pitures of his friends were important and beloved, but they weren't worshipped. Or holy to him. They were just memories. They were just moments. They were just...

He closed his eyes and exhaled softly.

Sprawled out on the bed, Leo snored. Jason honed in on the sound as he creaked open the album closest to him and reviewed the photos. Nico's hair caught in the moonlight, his head tilted back up to the stars, eyes closed, face blissful. Half a second later when he caught Jason taking a picturing and started laughing. Another half second and the smear of his hand, his dark eyes peeking out just above.

Jason traced the picture.

I knew you loved him, Leo had laughed hours ago as he'd flipped through pages, but I didn't realize it was obsessive horror movie shrine type love.

Of course, Jason loved him. He loved all his friends. Nico was important to him. And these photos weren't - they were just a memories. Just moments.

Jason flipped through the pages of the album. The brushes of air caught against his skin. Thoughts of sinking into shadowy tendrils, the rush of nothingness, fluttered to the front of his mind. Nico's hands cold against his. His quiet, Are you okay? as Jason readjusted to solid ground.

In the album, Nico reflected back at him from every corner. Dark eyes glinting with secret smiles. The curve of his jaw. The spread of his hands. Other people sat in the pages too. But Nico outnumbered them all. He was front and center. Just looking at him filled Jason with a thick warmth he hadn't felt in a very long time.

He paused. An understanding dawned on him.

Of course, I love him, he's my friend, he'd huffed back at Leo earlier. And it's not a shrine.

Leo had grinned wickedly. His eyes were alight with a knowing that Jason detested. He hated the way Leo always seemed to know him better than he knew himself. Not in a factual logical way - but emotionally. Jason could introspect on himself for decades and never come out with the emotional understanding Leo could sniff out just by looking at him.

It's totally a shrine, dude. He'd laughed a little here, hipchecked Jason. And you're not thinking of the same love I'm thinking of.

He didn't elaborate then and Jason didn't ask. But he got it now.

Maybe it was a shrine then. Sort of. Looking at Nico - candid and posed - filled him with a quiet delight, a sense of clarity. And there was devotion there. It sat quiet in his bones, waiting for the moment Nico would appear from the shadows like an unholy angel. Then it would rattle up cut through Jason's core like a hot knife. Like an iron brand.

He'd been branded in the name of a god before. Although then, he had been an unknowing participant, sat down before a group of adults and burned until his tongue bled. His shrine was devoted to a statue. His prayers heard without much response.

This time was different. His shrine was smiles and humanity, warmth. His calls went answered every time. The brand on his soul had been placed there willingly. He'd chased it down with heavy teeth and was rewarded with blood and family.

Jason pushed Leo's legs out of the way and crawled into place next to him.

The last couple of years had been spent wandering around from place to place, restoring temples, building shrines, remembering the forgotten, taking care of the old. In his travels, he'd hoped for a deity he could take pride in like he used to. When he'd ask them what they wanted from a follower, they'd smile knowingly with crooked teeth and sharp eyes and shaky hands.

They knew the truth he was too blind to see.

He'd already found his god.

Now he just needed to prove his devotion.

#jasico #nico di angelo #jason grace #my brain is a little fuzzy so this may or may not make any sense #happy talks pjo #my writing #my fanfic #happy's asks #holycaribou #jason exploring different avenues for faith and religion is v important to me #i think that he becomes disillusioned with the idea of jupiter after the second war #because what the god represents and who he is don't align and it sort of crushes him #but anyway nico is jason's favourite deity (even though he's not one) and jason builds him a temple #i think someone (maybe yone?) already has that written down but my brain is fuzzy so like idk #jasonnico

105 notes · View notes

abbacchiosbelt · 1 year

Text

Oh Love, Pull Me Closer | 2023 Rewrite - Chapter 1: Window to The Soul

THIS IS NOT A NEW FIC. Please read this post on AO3 for more information!

Notes: TL;DR from the link above ^ - I am making a return to my multi-chaptered Yandere!Toshinori Yagi/All Might fic in 2023. Before I begin posting new content, though, I am going to be rewriting and updating previously posted chapters. The story itself won’t be changing, but I will be editing every chapter. I will also be going back to make the reader insert gender and appearance neutral. I’ve learned a lot of important information about those topics since 2019, and I want to make the fic more accessible! If you’ve read this before, I urge you to read my rewrite of Chapter 1 and subsequent updated chapters when I release them.

CW: Yandere behavior (this story will be getting darker with each chapter), nonconsensual use of someone’s photos, self-hate, unhealthy behavior.

WC: 4.9k

It had been a long time since Toshinori had taken any time for himself. During his prime, personal time was a long-forgotten concept. He was slowing down, though. His muscle form was down to 1 hour, which was almost exclusively tied to teaching at U.A. When he had no duties, he often found himself aimlessly wandering the city.

Toshinori felt lonely during those times – yet he couldn’t bring himself to sit alone in his nearly empty and far lonelier apartment. He had never decorated it, hoping one day to live in a home; and to have a family. He was nearly invisible as Toshinori Yagi. People avoided looking at him, scared that whatever sickness he had would infect them. He avoided looking at them too. Still, his walks gave him time to think, or to avoid thinking, depending on how his day went.

Today was particularly bad. His scar was acting up more than usual, and his lesson plan had gone awry. ‘Stupid.’ He chided himself often, justifying it as self-discipline.

He tried to clear his head as he walked down the sidewalk in one of the quieter parts of the city, stopping to window shop at some of the local businesses. One business he looked at sold bright green plants, while another seemed to be showcasing art for sale. He had even seen a store for vintage items, which piqued his interest.

‘Not today.’ He reluctantly pulled himself away from the vintage shop, taking a few steps to the next one. He peeked in the window, surprised to see what appeared to be a coffee shop rather than a business. It had been a while since he had visited this part of the city, he supposed. He considered going in. He looked again, noticing it was mostly empty save for the barista and a young adult on their computer.

The stranger lifts their head up and stretches, shaking their head gently from side to side. He felt flustered. They were cute, so cute that it made his heart skip a beat. He continues to watch as they turn to the barista, their lips curling into a smile before opening to laugh. ‘Stop looking.’ He swallows, his throat feeling tight. He peels his eyes away and fishes his phone out of his pocket.

‘I’ll look up reviews first. If they’re bad, I won’t go in.’ It was an easy enough justification. Surely the cute stranger wouldn’t even talk to him, let alone look at him if he went in. So, he’d find an excuse to leave, to go to the usual corporate coffee shop on his way home.

He looked up at the building in search of a name. A colorful and well-worn sign hung above him, reading “A Coffee or Two”. He typed the name into his phone and hit search, his phone screen quickly filling with positive reviews. There were even several glowing reviews focusing on their tea selection. Oh, he could never refuse a good cup of tea.

‘I’ll just stop in. I won’t sit.’

He resigned himself to his fate, walking a few more steps to open the door to the shop. The door jingles quietly as he opens it. The inside was like the sign – colorful and rustic. Some sort of gentle piano song was playing over the speakers. Plants and various knickknacks decorated the shelves, and a large record player in the corner catches his eye. It reminds him of the one that his family had owned. The warm and familiar atmosphere of the shop helped ease his nerves.

A loud and cheerful voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Hi there! Is this your first time?” He looks up, the barista looking hopefully at him. He nods, and they beckon for him to come over. He swallows, taking a quick glance at the stranger sitting at the table again, noticing they have headphones in. They must not have noticed him enter, which made him relieved yet slightly disappointed despite his gloomy outlook. Yagi takes a few steps over, noticing that the entire wall behind the counter was chalk, filled with various things to order written across it. It was a little overwhelming.

“I know we’ve got a lot to choose from,” the barista says, pointing at the sign. “But I can help you pick if you’d like.”

He nods at them, eyes averted. He notices they had tried to make eye contact before he shied away. ‘Probably just customer service.’

“Are you a coffee or tea drinker?” The barista asks.

“Tea.” Yagi replies, clearing his throat. He hadn’t spoken to anyone since he had left U.A. that day.

“Ah, a tea fan! You can find those to the left of our menu,” the barista pauses for a moment, waiting for him to look up. “We also have a special ‘Hero of the Week’ tea. This week, we’re celebrating Kamui Woods!”

He considers a moment before replying. Removing the burden of decision would feel nice. “I’ll take that one.”

“Great!” The barista replies. “I’ll get that for you right away. Just take a seat anywhere and I’ll bring it to you.”

“The uh – what will be the cost today?” His voice was still a little strained. The coffee shop he normally went to wasn’t nearly as friendly as this one - it was in and out, as the store was often so busy that baristas barely had time to shout out customer names before they had to resume making the next order.

“I’ll tell you what, it’ll be on the house today,” the barista says, grinning. “You’re our first customer to try the Kamui Woods tea blend rather than the coffee.”

‘Well. Maybe I’ll just sit for a minute.’

Yagi felt strange about the barista’s kindness. Did he really deserve it? He nods his head at the barista before sitting down at a table close to the stranger. He didn’t want to be the creepy old guy that sat next to the only other person in the coffee shop.

But...

He couldn’t help but position himself in a way that he could see the stranger, their face still buried in the laptop that was in front of them. He lets his stare linger for too long, watching as their eyes flick across the computer’s screen. He feels stupid for being so drawn to them. He didn’t know a single thing about them. He scarcely indulged himself in these thoughts – the thought that he might make a friend as Toshinori instead of All Might, and the thought that he might find a relationship.

“Here’s your tea!”

Toshinori jumps at the barista’s voice, his thoughts interrupted.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” the barista says, shooting him an apologetic smile. “Please enjoy!”

He smiles back, small but sincere. He brings the cup to his nose, inhaling the earthy scent. He wondered what the stranger smelled like, immediately grimacing to himself.

‘That... it's too creepy. But... Maybe a floral scent? N-no, don’t think about that.’

Toshinori shook his head, trying to clear the unwanted thought. He didn't mean for it to sound creepy, but there was no other way to describe how the thought made him feel.

His head snaps up when he hears an unfamiliar voice.

“Haruuu, I’m stuck.” He looks at the stranger, noticing that their headphones had been discarded. He catches the inflection in how they pronounce the name ‘Haru’, and wonders if they aren’t a native speaker.

“Hey. No whining when there are customers in here!” The barista scolds, giving them a pat on the head as they walk past.

They look over at him, a sheepish expression on their face.

He looks back, his cheeks heating up. ‘Shit.’

They stood up and walked over to his table (oh god are they actually coming over here), a sheepish smile on their face.

“I am so sorry you had to hear that,” they say, putting their hand behind their head. “I’m just uh… a little stressed. Usually, at this time of the day, it’s just me and Haru.”

‘Their voice is so cute.’

“It’s no problem.” His voice cracks. ‘Calm down. They're just being nice.’ He pauses for a moment. His urge to solve problems - to help others out with anything they needed - was something that he always carried with him. This shouldn’t be any different, he figures. Just a quick talk. “What’s wrong?”

They seem to perk up a little at his comment. Toshinori feels pleased. “I’m a grad student. I’m working on my thesis, but I’ve got a bad case of writer’s block.”

His heart was racing. Should he continue? Would they want to keep talking to him?

“That sounds interesting. If you don’t mind me asking… what’s it about?” He asks, genuinely curious - still, he can’t believe that he’s having an actual conversation with them.

They smile at his question, and Toshinori feels warmth blooming in his chest.

“Well, if you really want, I can tell you about it,” they say. Their eyes looked kind, he thought. “But I don’t want to bore you to death.”

“Oh, you won’t!” He replies, a little too fast. Their smile doesn’t falter, though.

“Um, if this isn’t too weird, you could come join me at my table?” They motion toward their laptop. He should say no, or he should suddenly come up with a reason to leave — but he doesn’t. Instead, he nods at them.

Toshinori follows them back to their table, tea clutched nervously between his large hands. His heart is beating so loud in his chest that he’s worried they’ll be able to hear it.

‘They're just being nice. A beautiful person like them doesn’t want you.’

Toshinori takes a seat across from them, not wanting to push their boundaries. No one usually wanted to be close to him like this anyways, his bony limbs and dark eyes often scaring people off. He watches curiously as they reach down and pull a large backpack up onto the table, shoving their pair of headphones inside before setting it back on the ground. He felt excited, the potential of this stranger overwhelming him. What would they talk about? Did they like American movies? What was their name?

‘You won’t see them again. Don’t get attached.’

“Okay,” they start, clapping their hands together. “So, um, how much do you follow heroes in the media?”

‘I wonder if they're a fan.’

He chews on the inside of his lip. He could say so much - he wants to say so much. But since they were strangers to each other, he reminds himself to hold back. “Hm, some. It’s important to stay informed.”

“Oh, perfect! I’m actually writing my thesis over the media and how they portray heroes.” Toshinori watches how animated they are as they speak, trying to draw himself away from looking at their lips - they looked soft. Inviting. ‘They would never kiss you. Look at yourself.’ He nods at them as they continue speaking, and watches with mirth as their smile grows wider. It had been a long time since a stranger had smiled at him like that.

“Well, actually, it’s a lot more than that. I’m going to be looking at a specific hero. Although he’s a bit secretive with his personal life, so it’s hard to get a feel on how the media has affected him through his career.” They peer down at their laptop, quickly typing something in. He swallows.

“Oh? Who’s that?” He watches as they look back up, eyes meeting his again.

“All Might!” They reply, their tone one of reverence.

Oh. Oh. He coughs, averting their gaze. ‘Oh my. They are a fan.’ He quickly forms a reply. “That’s true. He’s quite private.”

“Right? Well, I can’t say I blame him,” they look back up at Toshinori, eyebrows knitted in concern. He felt like he could burst with excitement. “He’s... incredible. I just wonder if the media ever gets under his skin.”

“Why All Might?” He asked. He didn’t want to hear about himself – not really. He was just curious about them.

“Well. There are a lot of reasons,” they reply, their expression suddenly sheepish. He wants to put his hand on their shoulder and tell them that it’s okay, that he could listen to them talk all day… ‘Stop thinking about that.’

“All Might… he’s been an inspiration to me for a long time. I love how passionate he is. He doesn’t make anyone feel like they’re not important.” They pause for a moment. “As someone that’s quirkless, it means the world.” They avert their gaze, almost certainly embarrassed about revealing their quirkless status to a stranger.

Toshinori felt like a liar for letting them talk about All Might like this. They were revealing such personal things to him - and yet, he wanted to hear more. Something about them captivated him.

“Even though it’s been a little hard, I don’t regret picking the topic,” they say, looking back down at their laptop. “I could never get enough of All Might.”

Toshinori coughs at their words, blood splattering out onto his hand. He felt mortified as he pulled a tissue out, trying to discreetly wipe the blood away.

“O-oh no! Are you okay?” They stand up and hurry over to his side of the table. “Do you need me to get you anything? Water? Haru!”

‘Dammit.’ They were so close - close enough that he could smell the gentle perfume they were wearing. He wanted to melt into the floor.

“N-no, it’s quite fine.” He groans, trying to keep the blood hidden. They don’t look convinced. They were probably disgusted, he thought - they were just being nice. Haru - ‘the barista’s name’ he reminds himself - hurries over with a handful of towels. Toshinori looks between the two of them and sighs, taking the towels.

“If you’re sure.” They reply, looking him up and down as if he was hiding another injury somewhere. He glances at their expression and sees no sign of disgust evident. Were they just hiding it? Haru returns to the back of the store, leaving the two of them alone again. He gets up to throw his mess away, shame coursing through his veins. He sits back down, unable to look at them.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He felt awful. Toshinori knew he shouldn’t have walked in the coffee shop in the first place - he was just a burden.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” they reply, gently. Silence passes between them for a moment before he wills himself to look up at them. Instead of the grimace he’d come to expect from strangers, they’re smiling. He notes that they smile quite often. ‘They must be like that for everyone’, he thinks.

‘You’re not special.’

He clears his throat. “About your project... It does sound interesting.” He hesitates before he gets the courage to speak again. “I think I would like to read it when you’re finished, if that’s okay.”

Their smile grows even wider - maybe he wasn’t a liar. Just a friendly stranger who wanted to help. ‘You’re lying to yourself.’

“Oh wow, really?” They practically shout, excitement obvious in their tone. “Thank you! I wish I had more to show you now, but I’ve got to do some more digging on All Might.” They wave their hands apologetically before continuing. “Lemme get your contact info so we can stay in touch.”

Toshinori wants to tell them something, anything - about All Might. About himself. But that was an impossibility.

He simply hums thoughtfully in response and nods. Before they can respond, a quiet jingle interrupts them.

They pull out their phone, and Toshinori’s throat tightens - there’s an All Might keychain dangling from the headphone jack. He feels frozen as he watches their eyes scan the screen before their fingers start tapping against it. He almost wants to run, his nerves eating away at the happiness he was feeling. He could imagine the revulsion they would feel, watching All Might transform into this. A skeletal old man who couldn’t go an hour without coughing up blood. Why was he still here? He regretted saying he wanted to read their paper. Maybe he should just leave, or give them false contact information.

He opens his mouth, preparing to make an excuse to leave before they interrupt him.

“Sorry about that, I actually have to run.” They say, shutting their laptop. He feels his heart drop. He wanted to leave first, to unburden the stranger of any pleasantries they feel like they have to perform out of politeness. They give him another smile, and he feels his resolve to leave fade away. He waves his hands, a signal it was no big deal. Maybe he could enjoy the feeling – if only for a moment.

They start talking again as they pack their backpack, and this time Toshinori notices the University emblem stitched onto the front - Golden Hero University. It was a popular school for exchange students, along with quirkless students. He turns his attention back to them, trying to ignore the fact that their university was close to his residence. “I really enjoyed our conversation. Sorry I talked so much! I just… well, I don’t have many friends here yet, minus Haru.”

“It’s fine. I enjoyed it as well.” Toshinori replies. They were lonely too – in a different way from him, but still lonely. He knew how it felt all too well. He stands up to leave, his heart pounding. He would be bad for this stranger.

‘Leave. You only bring sadness.’

“Wait!” They squeak, quickly walking over to his side. They hold out a small, egg-white card to him. “Um, if you want to read the paper, you can find me on these sites. Well, when it’s done. It’ll be a while. Plus, I’m always in here.” They pause, realizing they’d been talking at a rapid pace. “Er. If you liked the tea.”

They laugh at their own rambling, and Toshinori’s chest was tight. Why did they have to be so charming? He takes the card, giving it a quick read. Their name was… interesting. It fits them well.

“Sure.” He replies, a smile tugging at his lips. They were so enthusiastic. But still. ‘It’s too dangerous.’ He wasn’t oblivious to the obsessive feelings that were already building up in his mind. For their sake, he needed to stay away.

A moment of silence passes between the two before they stick their hand out. “It was really nice to meet you,” they start, eyes suddenly going wide. “Oh! I never got your name.”

Shit.

He thinks for a moment, panicking – he had to use a fake name. There was no other way. Should he pick an American movie star? Something obscure? A student’s name? ‘Shit shit shit just think—’

Toshinori puts his hand in theirs as he thinks, but the euphoria of how pleasant their hand feels against his is almost too distracting. He wonders what their skin would feel like under his.

‘Disgusting. You’re shameful.’

“It’s… S-shima,” he blurts out, nearly stumbling on the fake name. He feels stupid – he had taken the name of his favorite cider, unable to think of anything else. They shake his hand, their grip strong. The combination of their strong grip and the way that his hand dwarfed theirs sent his mind racing with unsavory thoughts. It was almost too much to bear, and then—

“Well, it was great to meet you, Shima!” They release his hand, and he lets out an internal breath of relief. Still, Toshinori wishes he could have held on for just a second longer.

They sling their backpack over their shoulder and call out a goodbye to Haru before heading towards the door, turning around to wave goodbye. “I hope I see you again!”

Toshinori wanted to see them again too, desperately. There was so much he wanted to know. He looks at the business card in his hand and carefully folds it before putting it in his pocket.

Maybe this time - even if it was just one more time - he could indulge himself.

It had been several hours since Toshinori had arrived home. He had sat in front of his laptop, nervously folding and unfolding the business card they had given to him. He thought about throwing it away and forgetting it all, forgetting how their nose crinkled when they laughed and how soft their lips had looked—

'You should. Fool.’

He felt guilt, too. Guilt that he was looking at them with lecherous thoughts and thinking about such… intimate things with the first stranger to show him real kindness in a while. It was wrong.

‘How pathetic, getting this excited over a stranger.’

It just wasn’t about how they looked or the way they made him feel, though. Toshinori was intrigued by the way they spoke, and the genuine passion for their subject of study. The way they hadn’t looked at him in disgust. The way they hadn’t recoiled when they shook hands, his calloused and bony hand touching theirs. Maybe just once, he could look at the websites the card they gave to him provided... Just to find out more about them, nothing else.

Toshinori fishes the business card out of his pocket and unfolds it with shaky hands, turning the card over to look at their information. They had their full name printed across the top in an ornate font and a link to their website at the bottom of the card. He reaches to the side of his computer and puts on his reading glasses, having trouble making out the tiny font they had used.

Toshinori types in the name of the website and is greeted with a professional-looking website, their name printed in large font across the homepage. The website had splashes of color that correlated with GHU. He clicked around for a bit before he found the contact page. Their email was listed, as well as a Twitter link and an Instagram page. There was no harm in looking, right?

Toshinori clicked on the little blue bird first. Their name popped up, a cute cartoon rendering of themself as the profile picture. He saw that there were a lot of words – he didn’t have enough time to look through all of their posts now, despite how much he would like to. Twitter was a website he had used under All Might’s persona – though almost exclusively through a PR person. He knew how to read a page, though. He felt his heart in his throat when he read their first tweet.

“had a good day for the first time in a while. met a friendly stranger and talked his head off about my thesis!”

Was it… about him? He bit his lip and clicked back, his heart pounding in his chest. It was too much to look at right now. He navigated back to their website, deciding to look at their Instagram instead.

Well.

Their Instagram page was far more overwhelming than their Twitter.

Toshinori had never used Instagram before - the official All Might Instagram was run by someone at his agency. The layout was completely foreign to him, but it couldn’t be that hard to figure out. He tentatively clicks on the first photo, unsure of what would happen. He’s surprised as it opens to a bigger version of the photo, their image plastered across his whole computer screen.

It was a picture of them sitting on a bench, surrounded by flowers. He thought he recognized it as a local park near the area. Maybe their barista friend, Haru, had taken it. He thought their smile looked radiant in the photo. There were no words on the picture, just little icons. Sometimes Midoriya texted him those. He should learn to use them, maybe. He searches for a way to exit the photo, suddenly excited to look at more.

Toshinori clicks through their page, feeling himself smile as he saw each new photo. He saw several pictures they had taken of themself in various places around town. One photo with a cardboard cutout of All Might that they were hanging onto. His eyes widened when he saw the next picture – a photo of them on the beach wearing a swimsuit. He swallows, saliva thick in his throat. Should he…?

He clicks on it.

The bathing suit wasn’t anything that would be out of place on a public beach, but seeing this much of them… It was almost too much.

Toshinori feels himself grow red as he stares at the photo, looking at their body, every bit of it pleasing to the eye. What would that body feel like pressed against his? He feels himself grow even hotter, cock suddenly straining against his pants.

'Don’t do this.’

But maybe… Just once. Another indulgence, just for today. It would be quick.

Toshinori palms himself through his pants, glancing at the picture again. What if he came back to the coffee shop as All Might? He would charm them easily, sweep them off their feet. He was All Might, after all.

'You can’t abuse your power.’

He grits his teeth. It was true. But no, this was just a fantasy - it would stay in his head.

‘It’s okay if it’s just once.’

Toshinori thinks about how small their hand had been compared to his as he pulls his cock out of his pants, giving it a languid tug. He imagined it was them touching his cock. It was difficult for him to get hard in this form – he didn’t like to look at himself, let alone allow himself to feel pleasure. He felt too disgusting for it. But with them on his mind, maybe it would work.

Toshinori looks back at the photo, stroking himself slowly. They would go outside, and he would whisk them away, somewhere hidden. He’d feel their soft lips against his, their soft moans filling the air as he used his hands to explore their body. He’d remove their top and run his broad hands over their chest. He strokes his cock faster, imaging his lips on their nipples, sucking and licking. He thought about how loud they would moan, how they would sound calling out ‘All Might.’

He would press himself against their body, letting them feel how hard he was - they would no without a doubt how much he wanted them. How much All Might wanted them. Oh god, he wanted them. He thinks about what their lips would look like wrapped around his thick cock, their mouth straining to fit the whole thing inside.

Toshinori groans as he increases his pace again. He looks at the picture, drawn to their lower body this time. He wanted to bury his head between their thighs, to work them over until their legs were shaking from pleasure - to feel their hands grip his hair and push his head into their center while they cried out his name.

Toshinori felt like he was close, his hand squeezing around his cock even harder, pumping desperately.

‘No one would want you like this.’

No, don’t think about that right now. He closes his eyes, hand still wrapped around his cock. He thinks about tasting them again, about sliding his thick fingers across their center.

‘Look at yourself now. Hideous.’

Please, not now. Just this once, he wanted release. His grip softens as he hopelessly pumps his cock, his member growing softer.

‘That’s right. You don’t deserve this.’

Toshinori releases himself, flaccid cock laying against his pants. He was right – this was a mistake. He couldn’t lie to them. He couldn’t just show up as All Might and abuse their trust just to get into their pants. Even if it was just a fantasy, he couldn’t do it.

It would be unjust, criminal - he would never do that to anyone.

Besides, no one would want to touch him in this form - sallow complexion, body all skin and bones. Messy hair and dark, unnerving eyes. Toshinori Yagi – not All Might.

‘Filth. That’s what you are.’

Toshinori slams his laptop shut, feeling disgusted with himself. He thinks of how horrified they would be if they knew what he really thought about them. He was filthy. Worthless. He tosses their business card into the trash, grunting in anger at himself. This would be better for them.

Toshinori gets up and walks over to his couch, sinking down into it with a groan. He wanted to melt into the couch and forget all about them and what he had done. He had ruined everything.

And yet…

Toshinori still couldn’t stop himself from wanting more. They had been so kind, and so caring to a stranger like himself. He thought they might be a little naïve, to give out so much information about themselves to a total stranger.

Toshinori bolts up, his mind processing his most recent thought.

What if he could protect them? Even as Toshinori, he could do that. They deserved to be protected - the world was so cruel, and it was the least he could do in return for his terrible thoughts.

‘Coward. You won’t go back.’

Toshinori balls his fists, tight. He wasn’t a coward. He was All Might, for fuck’s sake. He wouldn’t be a coward. His past self was afraid to reach out for fear of being broken, but no longer.

Toshinori couldn’t be their personal hero as All Might – he had a duty to protect all citizens. His time was limited as All Might.

Toshinori Yagi, however, could make time.

#my writing #fic rewrite #not sfw #my hero academia x reader #bnha.txt #yandere cw #toshinori yagi x reader #yandere toshinori yagi x reader #yandere my hero academia x reader #all might x reader #yandere all might x reader

107 notes · View notes

tarenitdown · 1 year

Note

Okay, uh, multiple questions...

1. Favorite member of recreyo in general? How about to write?

2. Any stray au ideas?

3. Uuuh shoot those arent multiple- just say anything you want about them, even a hot take.

1- Den is my number one member, hands down. I actually found out about Recreyo through her, so I have a lot of bias considering she was one of my favorites during that whole animation story-time era of Youtube...

That being said, though, my favorite to write is still Christian. He just has the most lore to work with, and I really adore writing his dialogue, especially when he's interacting with Ivan. I doubt that that's surprising. xD

However, Kristine is growing on me a lot more as time goes on. In the past I hadn't exactly gotten her characterization down yet, so I found her a little difficult and messy, but I'm definitely starting to get a feel for it now.

2- Oh boy... too many. Although I'm trying to stay focused on the SPY AU, my mind wanders and I ended up with a slowly-developing Ghost AU.

TW: Animal Death

It'd center around Kristine as a (mostly) well-meaning urban explorer, who accidentally stumbles upon a trail of dead animals in the forest. Strangely enough, all of the animals are drained of their blood with barely any exterior wounds, and this is what gets Kristine's curiosity.

Following the path of death, Kristine finds an abandoned tower with boarded up doors and windows... it's eerie, but she takes out a camera and snaps photos of the tower from the outside. After all, she's not sure if she wants to go in quite yet.

But as she walks around, capturing the scenes of fallen trees and graffiti...

The air gets hot. It's like she can't breathe, tugging on her shirt collar.

She drops the camera when she sees a ghostly body floating in front of her. This is where she meets Christian, a boy who looks just about the same age as her, but his skin looks drippy. As though he was sweating, or almost melting.

He greets her cheerfully, if not a bit apprehensive. The two hit it off immediately, with Kristine listening to Christian's rambles of how he hated the scenery. She asks him about his ghost-situation, and he doesn't answer.

Instead, he calls out "Curt! Ivan!" and two more boys show up. They phase through the tower's walls.

Curt has tears running down his face, even though he doesn't appear necessarily sad. He's actually very polite, and tells Christian off for talking to a real person, with it being "dangerous."

Ivan's eyes are pitch black, but the main feature Kristine notices is actually how he's reflective- almost like glass. He doesn't seem to care at all about Christian and Curt's bickering, but he keeps his distance away from the explorer.

"How are you guys all.. dead? Er- ghosts-?" Again, Kristine asks. Nobody gives a solid answer, and Ivan only stammers stupid excuses.

Then, they all go silent. That's when Kristine turns around to see the last ghost: Den.

Just like the other three, Den has a slightly altered design. Her face is flushed, and she has to wipe her mouth every few minutes due to stray drool.

Kristine finds out that Den is the one who had been killing all the animals and draining them of their blood. She apparently has an endless thirst for blood, and she complains that Christian is only making it worse by being present.

Kristine: ..Oh, is.. is he doing that? That explains the temperature.

...And thats pretty much all I have right now. There's no real plot I have written beyond just characterizations. I had the vague idea of Chilly being an angry spirit and being the antagonist herself.

And for the deaths?

Christian died from burning alive (which is why he makes areas warmer/is melting),

Den died of dehydration after getting lost during a trip (she has a specific thirst for blood due to a small blame on others for her death),

Ivan got stabbed with glass (I don't know the backstory for this, it might change honestly),

..Curt doesn't remember his death at all. I imagine he died in his sleep because of unexplained illnesses or something.

Maybe I'll write a two-parter for this AU. I enjoy that it'd definitely take a more genuine approach to the group dynamic.

3- A hot take? Hmmm.. I imagine that this fandom isn't even big enough for takes to be controversial... but I'll say that Ivan and Den's dynamic often goes unexplored/forgotten about, despite how iconic it is.

And that's a shame, really. Ivan/Christian is my favorite duo dynamic, but it honestly parallels (and even takes after) Ivan/Den.

With the shared blame on Ivan for their own individual grudges (Barney's death, Shadypaws' endangerment/Den's framing in the AA case) it also opens up the door for a Den/Christian duo too.

A lot of people like to portray Den as someone villainous, but Ivan is the exact same. Their misdeeds are just in two different ways. Den is loud about it, while Ivan has more tact. Even ignoring their history, just the personalities are enough to get me so invested.

And don't get me started on how they both had incredible duos with Chilly. Because there it is again- another layer to the group dynamic that shifts relationships ever-so-slightly but still with so much impact.

It's so much more than just "Haha knife girl go brrr @ loser boy." As funny as it is, I really think that the two have a charming rivalry while still maintaining that level of "I might not like you all that much, but if you're all I've got, then I guess we're family."

(This was just a bunch of word vomit, I dunno if this is all readable... thank you for the ask.)

#Ask #Recreyo

10 notes · View notes

ursulaismymiddlename · 1 year

Text

no pressure tags, feel free to ignore: @duckland @laurelwen @nightmares-and-fascinations @whats-rambled-rambled

Fic ideas for Jake (Sweetbitter) x You that i've been kicking around, but probably won't ever write:

You were a barista at a coffee shop that Jake frequented, at the start of the fic he hasn't seen you in awhile (he wasn't actually keeping track, but he remembers faces) and then one day you're at the restaurant

---

“Coffee shop girl?”

“.... Large black Americano, 2 pumps vanilla?”

“You remember.” (that dumb smirk of his)

“Yeah, you have your regulars, I have mine.”

“Sure, but what are you doing here? Doesn’t exactly seem your type of place.”

“Excuse me?”

“C’mon, you’re some bright-eyed early bird barista. Shouldn’t you be gettin to bed soon?”

“So you’re mistaking my customer service persona for actually knowing me? Hmm… interesting.”

— “Oh, Jake, I see you’ve met the new line cook. She’s going to start fielding the expanded dessert menu until we can get a pastry chef hired.”

---

In an effort to be as big of an asshole as you perceive him to be, you keep referring to him as Statefarm (Like Jake, from Statefarm)... this may or may not catch on to others at the restaurant. And you give him shit about being from Cape Cod all the time (personally, I'm from St Louis, which seems like naive midwest shit, but statistically is a tougher area than ThE cApE so I enjoying the idea of making fun of him for it)

---

it's clearly antagonistic to start (a little Beatrice and Benedick going on) though y'all slowly start to become kinda friends and then probably more than that

---

"Yo, Statefarm, I need some Grandma."

"Drinkin on the job, coffee girl?"

"I got a tableside Flambé, so make with the booze, barboy."

---

Making homey food for family meals since you're the FNG and put in charge of the bitch work, especially when you're pulling double duty making prepping desserts for dinner service...

And making a particularly good looking/tasting dish, enough to even momentarily impress Jake and giving him a shit eating grin and a snooty "That's why I'm here, asshole."

---

At one point Jake catching you in the walk-in, visibly upset

“What happened?”

“Nothin. Go back to the bar.”

*blocks exit from walk-in* “What. Happened?”

“I said nothin! … *insert some name* was just being stupid and it got to me alright?”

“What did he say to you?”

*something about fucking a manager but not being pretty enough to be FoH and being given a spot in the kitchen*

Jake’s jaw clenches and he turns on a heel without another word, storming out of the walk-in in search of the offending person

---

I had a separate silly thought of you having to use the kitchen-supplied knives because you haven't been able to afford your own knife set yet and maybe catching a little (mostly jovial) flack for it, and maybe he gets one decent one for you or some shit haha

"Look, I saw it on sale while I was ordering some other stuff, so I thought I'd pick it up for ya. Maybe now you can stop bothering everyone else for theirs."

"Jake, I... thank you. How can I repay you?"

"Well, for starters, you can try this new cocktail I've been working on..." *pops open the bottle that came in the package*

---

“Wow, did you take these photos? They’re gorgeous! And is that… the hostess? Oh wow, she’s beautiful, all of these are so beautiful. But there’s something about them that feels so.. I mean I’m no art critic but… Nevermind, you don’t wanna hear it.”

“No, go on. Tell me.”

“Well, just… everything looks… out of touch. Disconnected. There’s a beautiful woman in your bed and you’re miles away. Guess life is easier through a camera lens… Sorry, I talk too much. Project too much too probably.”

“You’re right… You do talk too much.”

*rolling your eyes* “Shut up and make me a drink, Statefarm.”

---

Getting tipsy with Jake, he reminds you about your vlog for the folks back home and you decide to make one at his place, he’s just tipsy enough he’ll make an appearance, there’s some banter, later after posting someone you know comments “so when y’all gonna kiss?” and Jake decides to tease you about it whenever y’all get into your banter.

---

“I deserve to be pursued, to be worshiped. I don’t think I’ll ever have that, but I still deserve it!”

“Why wouldn’t you get that?”

“Have you LOOKED at me, Jake? I’m a pudgy wannabe pastry chef. Lol”

“I’d fuck you.”

“You’d fuck anything that consents.”

“That’s probably the nicest insult you’ve ever given me.”

---

Simone fucked off to France with Etienne, Jake is trying to recover, gets a letter saying she's signing over her half of the house to Jake so he owns in full, her final goodbye, totally cutting him off now, which leads to some appropriate emotional drama

---

"Now the house is sold, me and *some cook name* are looking to start our own place. Got a space and everything. You should come with us."

"I'm not a chef, Jake."

"No, but you're a good cook. You could make your diner food. We could do brunch on the weekends. I'll sling mimosas and bloody Maries to the waiting crowd. C'mon it'll be fun. I think you'd really enjoy it."

---

“When are you gonna let me kiss you?”

“Maybe one day, if you mean it.”

“And if I mean it now?”

“Then kiss me, Statefarm… See? You don’t mean shi–”

*grabs face, interrupting you with a kiss*

“Don’t fuck with me, Jake. You know I’m not about this fuckboy bullshit.”

“I’m not fuckin with you, okay? I’m not. I want you. And I think you want me too.”

This is all just shit I have in my doc, maybe another couple little ideas floatin around, but here's the long and short of the idea haha If you've read this far, thanks! ^_^

#jake sweetbitter #jake (sweetbitter)#tom sturridge

13 notes · View notes

ducknotinarow · 6 months

Note

[07 Casey Raph]

So, dying his hair didn't really help like he had hoped. Okay it felt nice getting to bond with his daughter, that will always make Casey happy, but that moment was fleeting the second he was left alone. Maybe that's why he want for another change, something completely on a whim. Now his chest was very sore, and he was left with a note saying it's going to take a while for it to heal. Was it worth it? Maybe, Casey wasn't sure yet.

He had been keeping it hidden though, refusing to take his shirt off around Raph at all. He wasn't even sure why. He didn't regret it, nor was ashamed. Maybe he just feared the reaction...

Another night in bed, usual shirt on. He ignored any idea of taking it off, even if the fabric did chafe slightly. Casey was being stupid, he's aware. He feared the changes around him, but didn't want to be left behind. He bundled beneath the blankets, gripped the bottom of his shirt,

"I'm fine with my shirt on," He claims, "Seriously, it's comfortable, yanno, keeps me warm," Says the man that loves being cold, "Yer over thinkin' stuff Raph, really."

Looks like someone needs some convincing aka forcibly having their shirt removed.

| Muse Interaction

Casey was well clearly going through something. Raphael wasn't sure what to call the something however. Ever since his mother gave him the news about his health hes been off. It only grew worse as time went on. Through the visits as things were turning terminal for her, to the death, the funeral. It may have all gone by quick and sure Casey had to step up as her son. Her only son. To help arrange all of that but even after? Raphael just saw whatever this was was getting worse and worse. Waring on Casey in a way nothing else had. Could Casey be blamed for his change in behavior? No. Raphael knows the day Splinter dies his brothers and himself will hurt a great deal, that just the thing though. If Casey was mourning the death of his mother Raphael would understand.

He expect Casey to be down, hurting, a sad sack even. Maybe he was mourning and its why Raph hadn't said much about what all he had done. Dying his hair alright well Summer loved it they matched after all. But when she was taking photos with him? Casey wasn't goofing around with her. His drinking gotten worse, which sure had sort of been fun on Raph's end here. But he could see the near reliance Casey had for the stuff. The turtle(?) tattoo was also a bit of red flag. Part of him wasn't sure to be insulted or flattered he was mostly insulted. But he hadn't made much jokes towards it.

Just sort of letting things play out. Thinking Casey was working through this all at best? it was just some random things he was doing nothing too worrisome. Though he had to wonder if the sudden Amish act here was part of it all. As eh made his way into the bed room himself now. Stood in the door way of the room one would swear he had seen something worth the pause before he pulled their bed room door shut.

"Getting modest in ya old age here?" Raphael comments as he looks over at Casey in their bed shirt on, and already budded up beneath the sheets, being the reason for his comment. Before moving to sit on the end of the bed. Casey didn't normally sleep with the shirt on or bundle up like this. Setting his red mask down on to the night stand as he kept sort of evaluating the situation here clearly watching his husband and gauging their reaction.

"I'm fine with my shirt on,"

Raphael wasn't very convinced here as he fixed Casey with a look and Casey likely could tell he wasn't getting by with that excuse alone. Casey had even gone crime fighting without a shirt to cover himself up with. And neither of them were against the times Casey went around shirtless. Course it meant if Casey talked Raphael needed them to repeat because he clearly wasn't listening.

"Seriously, it's comfortable, yanno, keeps me warm,"

"Ya sick or somethin'?" He dose offer to ask on the off chance as he reaches over to rest the back of his hand against Casey's forehead. Guy ran like a space heater so had to be something like that for them to be all mummyed up as they were now. They seemed fine well in this sense. He just quirked his beak a little. "Seriously what's with youes?" He tosses in not up for the game Casey playing but he isn't getting much answer. Which could mean maybe one of two things here.

"Is this cause I mentioned I had a thing for Jeff Goldblum? An' now ya gettin' petty on my ass? Cause ya can' tell me he don' look good in Jurassic Park. with the shirt all opened up like 'hat?" Hell Casey told Raph about the Olive Garden incident so Raph should be allowed to express past crushes on his own end, not like Casey was the only person he ever liked. "Ya know I sti

think ya are the hottest person i've ever seen." He tosses in some flattery Casey way hoping to at least sooth over the situation here. Leaning over the bed a bit to get closer "You blow Jeff outta the water Case, I can still think during those scenes mostly 'bout how they shoulda left some moments in the books in the movie. He don' fry my brain 'ike ya still can." Hoping the compliments is all it takes here for Casey to lighten up.

It was kind of cute that Casey could show some jealously though. If only that was the case here. Raphael tried to tug down the blankets hoping he was maybe charming his way into having what he wanted. To plant his face right in to Casey's tits for the night. Sure he could say so he can listen to Casey heart beat and in part yes it was for that reason but also? He wanted to plant his face into Casey's pecs. They were so defined and plump and maybe if Casey was in the mood? he could feel them over and tease the fuck out of Casey for a little bit of fun before they really called it a night.

But despite his efforts here Casey wasn't even buying into any of what Raph said not even to tease him for the admission. They didn't seem to be budging here on getting out from both the sheets or their shirt. Raphael narrowed his eye a little. "Or, ya hidin' somethin' from me?"

"Yer over thinkin' stuff Raph, really."

And that was all the confirmation Raphael needed in the moment. Before moving the blankets got tugged down and Raph moved to straddle Casey's lap. Hands may been holding down the hem of their shirt but Raph wasn't letting that stop him in the moment. Just grabbing on to Casey's hands, using g thier own grip against him as he just about threw back Casey arms back over his head. Pulling back the shirt as fabric bunch and gathered up around Casey's neck and slightly covered thier face.

"I knew it!" Raphael slightly yells once, seeing the pricing. Doing a double take as he really looked down now at the pricing through Casey's nippel. "When the hell did ya do 'hat?" Was all Raphael could ask curious only. He wasn't throwing any accusations. But he was a bit confused on why Casey felt the need to hide it? He only had a hunch that this was because of stuff Casey be dealing with as of late. All the odd changes he been going through. Still, why hide this? Raph was bound to see after all.

"Did ya really think youes could hide 'his forever?" Raphael asks, tugging Casey shirt off the rest of the way before he gives it a throw over his shoulder before he plops himself down to sit on top of Casey. Making it pretty clear that the shirt was staring off now. Setting g his arms over in front of his plastrin as he stared them down. "Ya know I woulda seen it at some point numb skull."

Raphael had to think here there was one of two ways to go and yeah he's been pretty worried about Casey lately but. This was still pretty harmless. So he looked a bit more and just to be a bit of dick reached down and felt Casey's pricing over as if he was only investigating it. Smirking a little. "Yeah, still more hot than Jeff. Might be even higher now i 'hink" shifting down slightly, aiming for a better look at Casey's chest. Before looking at Casey again "Yeah chest already pretty sensitive wonder how much more this make it." You can easily see the gears in Raphael's head starting to turn here as he speaks. "So can you do stuff wit' it yet? Or it still needin' to heal?" Raphael asked clearly invested here.

"What? Ya the one who was hidin' it so clearly to be a good husband and check out your chest." If Casey was going to try anf correct Raphael just now je waved his hand to dismiss it. "We both know I said what I meant. You basically jus' gave me an excuse to gawk at ya chest more an' 'ike I told youes. You whip off 'hat shirt in front of me an' I ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin'." Raohael saw no reason to not be open about it if Casey somehow didn't know by now after all. Smirking a bit "so can I use the excuse? Cause 'm gonna wanna first chance I can anyway."

#muse| hamato raphael #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ if you jumped off a bridge its only cause i did first -aflockoffeathers]#[03 verse]#muse interaction #ic reply #stay queued #nsfw: mildly suggestive #tw: death mentioned

1 note · View note

lamafuntrolls · 7 months

Text

(evryone knows i love wolfs right,in this one trollex His a Wolf,but it wont be like the other Wolf story i did,it mostly at the beguining,Enjoy:))

_____________________________

No one pov

Poppy was waithing at the pop trolls village entrance,she was passing back and fort. She was really nervous,she wanted evrything to be perfect for their arrivel.

Branch was looking at her passing for hours,she wanted to be early so she wont miss them. He knew sometimes she could be really nervous and start making stupide plans that created even more desaster.

Branch: poppy,calm down,their coming soon ,and evrything Will be fine

Poppy :i know,but,im just worried

Branch:u always are

Poppy :hey!...ok i guess it true...

She then Heard bus noises from behind ,she turned around and saw the bugbus coming,When it stopped she waited in front of the door,wich was a mouth.

She saw all of Them came out,but When it came to the Blue one,she kinda was...surprise...

He had a Wolf tail and Wolf ears,whit a yet noes,how in the world was he a Wolf!

She Snapped out of her though and turned to the other leaders.

Poppy :welcome,fellow leaders to pop villa-

Barb: popsqueuk,stop whit the formalities and get to the point

Poppy :ty,i didnt know were i was going whit th-

Trollex then start sniffing her,she looked at him a bit weirdly,she could fell her cold yet nose on her shoulder.

Poppy :umm a..a excuse me,w..what are u doing

Trollex :hein oh sorry,i just like to know peaple smell before ,Makes me more confortable

Delta wisperd to the others how weird he was,but he didn't realise it since hé was busy sniffing Poppy hair,and she was making her discus a Little

Poppy :ummm c..can you stop sniffing me...pls..

Trollex :eee ok,but also i never smelled Strawberry hair before

Poppy :i..it shampoo

Trollex :shammmmmmbo?

Poppy :ummm sure,anyways,i got a lot of greet activities for you guys,and at same Time i can show you pop village

Barb:greet,His their any volcanoes

Poppy :Barb,again,their no such thing has Volcano here,know follow me

Poppy showed Them around the village,but all of Them plus her looked at trollex whit a discuter look,hé kept sniffing and sometimes licking things,even the Hole village was discus by him.

Poppy then went to the snackpack pod so she could show Them her friends,she always did this,Do she wasn't sure about the....wolf fish

Poppy :hey guys,those are the other leaders,and IM sure u Heard from Cooper

Satin:Ohhh he did

Chenille :he wont stop talking about His familly

Poppy :Ohhh i forgot the cupcakes at m'y pod,you guys stay here while i hey Them

Poppy ran put of the pod,and the snackpack and the leaders already seemed to get well whit each other,but trollex started sniffing Them again,the leaders backed away from him,but the snackpack just handed their hands to him so he could sniff them.

They all looked even more discus,he was a King,and he was acting like a dog,he even Lockid their faces!!

Barb decided to take a photo of him so the hole kingdom could see this...thing. Poppy finally came back whit the cupcakes to see trollex licking her friends.

She got Mad and took a wisle that only affected dogs,she blowed in it and trollex shrincked and curled on himself,he then ran put to try and stop the horrible noise.

All the leaders laughed at him,Along whit the Hole village,except for the snackpack. Branch Heard the laughing outside and saw Poppy and the other leaders laughing at him.

His girlfriend was blowing in a wisle wich seemed to only affect trollex,why would she Do that!

He snatched the wisle from her and knealed to trollex Who was crying from the pain in His ears.

Branch: poppy,why would you Do that!

Poppy :oh Come on,he sniffs evrything,and licks wathever he sees,he licked garbage!

Branch: seriously,that not like you,it like whit me ,evryone fonded me weird,and you helped me,why cant you Do it whit him

poppy looked at trollex Who was whining and crying on the floor,she then realise what she was doing,she knealed down to him and he looked Up at her whit puppy eyes.

Poppy :im really sorry,i Dont know what got into me

Trollex :why did you Do that on the first place

Poppy :i..i dont know....mayby because you a-

Trollex :Wolf

Poppy :yes

Trollex :i know,i just though you guys Will accept me like in techno reef

Poppy :that what i should have done,im really sorry

Trollex :it ok...

They both Hugged,and of corse, trollex sniffed her,and licked her. But this Time, poppy didn't mind it,she didn't need to be Méan to someone just because their different,she should have Been more accepteble,even if the others didn't really like it,she knows it was the good dessicion.

#Fanfic #trolls 3 #fanart #trollex #trolls #king trollex #queen barb #branch #poppy #queen poppy #fanfiction

1 note · View note

lovetendencies · 3 years

Text

—DRACO MALFOY in LOVE ANNIVERSARY

teen pregnancy.

Your first children, it was a birth that was done alone, and it frequently scared you when you remembered it. Your lover, first love, Draco Malfoy wasn’t there and he hadn’t known about his first kid.

Your first baby, a beautiful boy, was with your parents in the Muggle World being taken care of from your parents and as well was your second. They’d send postcards and photos you had to open when you were alone so you could see your baby boys, who were growing to look more and more like Draco as time went on. You wrote postcards back for your parents and mostly for your sons to read, hoping they were old enough by now to carefully read words and hear what you had to say.

You often felt guilty for not telling Draco when the Headmaster, Dumbledore, told you not to tell anyone as they’d handle the news badly. He had excused you from Hogwarts for a full year but with Professors who had given you homework. “I missed you, my love,” Draco whispered the first night he had you alone. You were nearing your guys’ last year at Hogwarts, being in your sixth, and your both your sons being born just a few months ago. You felt terrible as to not celebrating their first birthday with them and Draco as a family because you’d be away at Hogwarts in November.

But you couldn’t tell him, you couldn’t, he’d had been afraid either way and cut off all connections possible to not talk to you. When you had said you missed him too, you remembered when he looked down at you with skepticism. “You look like you’re sick. Are you okay? Is there something you’re not telling me?” he asked. “Are you alright? While you were away did you get sick from something?” Draco had a tendency to overthink that’d often give him a headache, his stomach would twirl, and his thoughts often had the better of him but nobody except you had known that. “No, don’t worry, I’m okay. The headmaster said I was supposed to see my family because something had happened to my parents,” it was a lie.

Your parents and all your known relatives were alive and well, healthy in fact. It was your sons you hoped to see someday and noticed your face enough to call you mommy. “Are they alright? I know I’ve never met them before but—” it was how worried he was that caught you off-guard. It had made you fall into his arms and cry, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in to plant kisses on his face, that’d have been your moment to tell him—that he was a daddy, that he was a father to the most precious and beautiful boys you’ve ever seen.

“They’re doing okay,” you cried. “They’re alright,” he had fallen back against his bed, surprised, and he did that stupid smile that would make everything okay again. “I’m glad—because I still have to meet them, right?” he smiled, bringing your head against his chest, holding you tightly in his arms until Pansy Parkinson herself, slammed the door open. Pansy and Blaise had already known about your guys’ relationship, having seen that night your sons were conceived, and under circumstances, accidental but who you had loved either way.

“We’re already made sure you guys weren’t doing the devils tango again,” Pansy stared down at you guys with a disgusted expression, and all while Blaise had side-smiled, containing a laugh. The two that often trailed Draco from behind were also your best friends, leaning towards more to Pansy who was with you through thick and thin, and her own share of insecurities and breakdowns; that night, you were focused more of what tomorrow’s postcards could bring, your baby boys smiling with their hands that covered his cheeks like the last? Or whimpering baby boys you wished to hold in your arms?

Your parents were fond of magic as they had went to Hogwarts themselves as kids, both marrying muggles and having a daughter who was likely to be magic, they knew the moment when there were things in the most odd places. They’ve also known Dumbledore their whole lives as well, he was quite fond of your family, and the generations. “I love you,” Draco whispered, his arms trailing around your waist as the other two had noticed, their gaze focused open you and Draco until they had thought it was time to leave. They said their see you tomorrow’s and he had wrapped you on top of his lap.

During the conversation you had with your best friends, Pansy whispered next to you, saying: “Draco has been faithful to you. I didn’t see him next to a girl except me, didn’t have his hands on anyone when we were at parties on weekends, and he often mentioned that he missed you,” she chuckled. “And I was surprised because I was hoping I’d have to beat him up to get some sense in him—but he does. For you,” she kissed your cheek, a small gesture you two would give each other that’d make Draco and Blaise turn their heads towards you guys.

You wanted to tell him that he had beautiful sons that looked identical to him as he were as a child himself—but somewhere in his eyes, he was living to be a teenager, hoping to be a kid again. “I wish I could tell you things I know when I left here for a bit,” Draco gazed in your eyes, hoping for truth with a raised brow. “But I’m going to tell you anyway,” he softened, his arms right around your waist. “We have my parents to be expecting when we visit them this summer,” you smiled down at him. “I know for a fact they can’t wait to meet you, and I can’t wait until you meet them because I’ve told them a lot about you. What you do, how your parents are like, how we met,” and it was that, it made him chuckle.

It was half the truth. You couldn’t wait to see your both of your sons when you went to visit them this summer, and Draco, his eyes were lit with hope. Since summer was around the corner, surprised you came back anyway, he begun to prepare his luggage, his most finest clothing he has ever owned, along with things that’d impress “your parents”. But when in reality, they’d have rather much seen him, their father, their daddy.

Time went by fast, it went by slow, and it often differed. By the time you guys were on the train, he had begun to pace around with his hand up to his chin, rubbing his face and he had a stern expression that you had to remind would give him wrinkles. “It’s going to be okay. They will love you,” you weren’t afraid of what your parents would think of Draco as they had already loved him despite not meeting him. They’ve told you many times that they’d help you through your journey of becoming a mother, and if Draco didn’t comply, they’d be there for you but you’d rather much have him.

You’ve gotten the approval of Dumbledore to tell Draco, and he had given you a smile that spoke many words. He mentioned that he was proud of you to see this through with him, and talking about the things that could’ve possibly happen to Draco, all the different possibilities and outcomes made you terrified to your core. He were about to meet your sons for the first time, and he didn’t know they could possibly have existed.

They were both born of November a few months ago, and by this time, they’d have been seven months old. “What if they don’t like me? What if they don’t see what you see? What if they think I’m no good? Oh god, I shouldn’t have brought these clothes,” he chewed on his nail and sat beside you worriedly, resting his head against your shoulder with a slump that made you chuckle, and being received an expression that made him raised his eyebrows. “They’re going to love you, baby,” you twirled his hair, knowing how much he loved getting his hair played with, and within a few minutes, he fell asleep.

The next half hour, the train had stopped, and you saw your parents against a new SUV they had bought for you and their grandsons. “Let’s go, we’re here,” Draco had begun to grow more nervous and nervous at each step he took off the train, and the moment he did, he didn’t fail to notice your parents. He had seen the postcards they sent of themselves in Paris, Canada, Africa—they had informally greeted Draco with questions such as: “How are you? Are you taking care of our daughter well?” and Draco had his own share of postcards himself from your parents.

You knew your parents had loved Draco—and part of the reason why was because you guys never had a fight, when you guys did, and you had avoided everything to not tell them when it was difficult to. The amount of postcards and letters that were left not sent and in a garbage can were uncountable. Draco trailed from behind like a scared little puppy meeting it’s owner for the first time. “Hey, my lovely!” your mother had cheered, running towards you as you had dropped your luggage at your sides, which you had grown impatient. “Where are my babies?” you whispered softly, hugging her back. “They’re sleeping in the car. Have you told him yet?” she asked.

You had shook your head as Draco helped out your father to load the luggage in the back. He didn’t see the two baby seats in the back with two babies who had a grown set of hair. You had glanced inside the car and seen them—your sons. Your heart ached as their hair had begun to change since the last seven months you’ve seen them. One of your sons, Vincent, had dark brown hair with platinum blonde streaks—and your other son, Scorpius, had full platinum blonde hair. And you were glad that your hair colour was part in Vincent’s hair.

“We have lasagna in the oven back home. Have you ever tried it, Draco?” your mother asked. He had shook his head, slowly walked towards you and kept behind you, timid of your father and your mother. “Well, if you’re scared of us, you can relax. If you had other girlfriends and met their fathers, we aren’t like them,” your father smiled, passive aggressively, he spoke. “No, sir. I haven’t had any other serious girlfriends other than your daughter,” and it was true, he hadn’t except you and you’ve been there for him most of your time at Hogwarts.

Draco hadn’t noticed the two babies in the back as soon as he got in the vehicle. “We hope you two spend time together this Summer,” your parents spoke in unison, together, they clapped hands with laughter. “We are expected to travel just outside the city for a couple of days—and it’s only a few hours,” you knew what the code was for. They were going to take a break and it was up to you and Draco to take care of the babies for the Summer, meaning three months. By the time you guys had gotten to your place, your father and Draco grabbed the luggage and dropped them inside. “My babies,” you walked over to a small bench at the front of the house.

You had planned to walk in, your parents in the backyard, and telling Draco he had two sons. But you were caught up in the moment, they looked up while rubbing their eyes and soon they were bouncing in your lap, it had made you laugh and worried as you were alone and didn’t want to drop them. After awhile, the sun was starting to set and among the horizon, hues mixed with yellow, orange, and a hint of blue that the sky was being put to rest. “My babies,” you whispered, rubbing your forehead against theirs and kissing their plump and soft cheeks. “I missed you so much,” you planned to tell Draco once you got inside as the sun had hinted you spent too much time with them and less with Draco.

“I’ll tell your daddy that he has two beautiful and perfect sons,” they looked up at you with tired and droopy eyes. They looked like Draco as Narcissa gave you baby photos of him with twinkling and watery eyes. “If he doesn’t react in a way I hope he does,” you whispered. “Then we don’t need him, okay? I’ll raise you both myself, know you guys are so loved,” you whispered as you had stood up from your spot, heading back inside, watching for twigs and stones that might’ve tripped you. But instead, Draco was sitting against the pavement with his face in his hands, and he looked as though he had been silently crying, watching you and the twins.

Your heart skipped a beat as the twins were resting against your breasts, their eyes half-open from spending their time with you with laughter and giggles. “Draco?” you whispered. He looked up from his hands, his face the most stern and cold you’ve ever seen him, and the way he looked at you was as if he hadn’t known you—like it was when you guys were in your first years all over again. “I’m sorry,” you let out as he had broken up again. “I saw them—but I thought they were your brothers. I noticed the blonde hair like mine, their pale skin, blue and brown eyes like ours, and I still thought they were your brothers,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes to avoid tearing up, and looking ‘weak’.

“I didn’t tell your parents. I didn’t tell anyone—not even Pansy,” you whispered, your arms starting to grow tired from their body weight, and you had walked over to the bench as he trailed from behind. “You were the only person I wanted to tell before anyone else,” you whispered. “Because I thought I’d be worthy enough again—and it was unfair for me to keep a secret like this from you for a year,” Draco had timidly sat beside you, glancing at the babies from time to time as he fidgeted with his hands and the ends of his black shirt. “I’m not going to leave you,” he mumbled. “And frankly, I don’t think I have the heart to,” he whispered, the courage to look up at you.

“Because I spent most of my time devoted to you, with you, not have I once thought about any other girl. And while you were away, I had many times to think about the future,” he leaned back, staring at the sky that was beginning to set. “Of course, children were in there,” he uncomfortably adjusted himself, and it was almost clear to you. “But I’ve thought after Hogwarts, we’d get married, successful, travel, settle down and have kids,” he rubbed his face in his hands. “And I wonder now,” he looked down at Vincent and Scorpius.

“I wonder how my parents will react when I have two sons,” he trailed off. “That look like me,” he continued to stare at them with dazed eyes, as if he couldn’t believe he was a father—a daddy to your sons you hoped they’d have. “Do you want to hold Scorpius?” you asked, looking at him adjust himself uncomfortably again while rubbing his hands together. “He’s your son, a baby, not a bomb,” you smiled wide enough he started to as well. Draco’s eyes were free of tears, and he looked ecstatic. The moment he had Scorpius in his arms, he looked as if he was about to cry, and he did.

“They’re going to wake up,” you whispered, rubbing his arm up and down. Your parents had luggage ready when you guys had gone back in the house—and Draco didn’t part from his sons. Every second of every day, he’d have them in his arms, kissing their full set hair of heads, their plump cheeks even when they were awake. They’d often look at him with raised eyebrows but soon grew on him—they seemed to know, that he, Draco Malfoy, was their father. Your parents had left the next morning with directions on how to make their bottles when you knew how to, how to change their diapers, how to make them fall asleep—and all while Draco had looked at the directions multiple times with tired and sore eyes that looked like they were about to roll and fall out of their sockets.

He was just as a new parent as you were, and you were glad that he had stuck around. Over the Summer, there was an owl sent by Dumbledore who had congratulated you and Draco. “He knew!?” he whisper-yelled, looking at you with raised eyebrows and an unbelievable expression. “He was the first person I told when I found out I was pregnant. If I told you—you would have freaked out, would you?” Draco thought for a second, shrugged it off and looked away with his cheeks heating up. After you two had sent a letter to Dumbledore with pictures you guys had taken over the Summer, along with the twins who were growing, and in August—you had been there for their first birthday party.

Along with Draco who had looked down at them with a wide smile, holding them in his arms as he sang happy birthday with a cake that he had ordered especially expensive. They knew they had a father—and one of their first words together were daddy. “I love them,” Draco whispered as they were given a sliver of cake, not too much icing, and they had their face dug in like cavemen, cheeks with white icing and they looked like they were having fun. “With an appetite of mommy,” he joked.

The same day, you guys had went to the beach together as a family, and it made your heart ache and ache constantly. You had planned to tell Pansy and Blaise next—who you would know have bizarre and expressions that’d be beyond surprise. Then—it’d be Draco’s parents as they’d wonder why he didn’t spend the summer with him anymore.

The following years, you and Draco had gotten married and had your last planned child. Your sons, Vincent and Scorpius, had grown into their looks. Scorpius had platinum blonde hair like Draco as dark brown streaks appeared as soon as he was two years. Vincent’s platinum blonde streaks spread across his hair, and soon his roots were the only thing that were dark brown. “Meet your baby brother,” you remembered whispering to them as they had been six turning seven then. Draco had been over your shoulder the whole time, looking down at the three babies, and then you.

Who he would say multiple times have saved him when she’s least expected it. “He’s a boy?” Vincent spoke aloud. “But I thought you guys said she was a girl!” he pushed the baby away with a small fist and the baby had woken up with tired and glossy eyes. Draco, who had witnessed, had a vein popping out of his neck as he kept a small smile. “Sometimes, baby, that they get it wrong. But we love him no matter what,” Scorpius held out his arms as he held him.

“I love you,” Draco whispered from behind, his arms travelling towards your waist. “No, Draco, not another baby. The first two were a difficult delivery and this baby was even more harder,” you pushed his hands off as you had laughed. “I’m kidding,” you whispered. “I love you too,” as you pushed yourself back against his body, wrapping his arms around your waist as you two had looked down at the twins who softly poked at the babies cheeks—and when they did, they pulled away quickly and giggled.

“My love,” he whispered. “My darling wife,” Draco kissed the back of your neck and continued to dig his face in the hem of your neck with a small smile. “I can’t believe how much I love you. I’d give up anything for you and my boys,” he pecked your neck. “Love you forever,” he whispered.

#harry potter oneshot #romance #harry potter imagines #draco malfoy #draco malfoy oneshot #draco angst #draco romance #draco x you #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy romance #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy fluff

123 notes · View notes

yoshkeii · 3 years

Text

"𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎."

࿐ character(s): Kuroo Tetsurou, Daichi Sawamura, Suna Rintarou

࿐ genre: sfw, soft/fluff

࿐ type: headcanons (hcs)

࿐ requested by: N/A

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ ‘some tiny and cute things i think the boys do that i find very intimate’n’sweet.’

A/N: more self-indulgent things bc i can <3.

𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘:

❀ i can find this man to be very affectionate and even clingy when it comes to you, even if you are out in public, but he’s not too clingy in public but definitely behind walls and in a comfortable space.

❀ he loves, loves to kiss, no matter if its receiving or giving- the kisses can last a quick second or a long moment, there really is no inbetween.

❀ quick kisses often consist of him softly kissing your forehead, cheek, all-over your face, lips, and even hands.

❀ whenever you both cuddle and are comfortable, he sometimes will grab your hands and kiss your palm, even knuckles as his amber eyes look up at you from his position. a sly but dorky smile creeping on his face.

❀ removing your hands from his grasp you hide your face with your hands, completely flustered and caught off guard. the chuckle of Tetsurou's laugh leaving his lips before he peppers your hands with kisses, eventually removing your hands and peppering your face. earning soft giggles and laughs between you both.

❀ after long, exhausting days of work he loves to come home to you. of course he does, he looks forward to the cuddles and nice ‘welcome home’ greeting him at the door as you softly peck his cheek. his face flushing up lightly.

❀ but besides the most soft quick kisses, the long passionate ones are far different.

❀ tiring days are when he’s most desperate, yearning affection from his boyfriend who’s already at home. as soon as his eyes sees you once he enters the shared home, he rushes over towards your figure. always hugging from behind before making you face him, smashing his lips on yours.

❀ it was affectionate and rushed before it gradually eased down into softer movements, as it does you can feel the soft smile he makes during the kiss. he really missed you.

❀ im sorry- that these are just him kissing you- but he would never slip up the chance to kiss your handsome, beautiful, cute face. istg. he wont.

❀ this man will chase after your lips once you pull away too-

❀ anyways- its not just him kissing you all the time,, mostly. but he will hug you from behind. quite often! its a common thing in public actually...

❀ i kinda see him as the type to watch you from the doorway as you obliviously do something. not noticing the bed-head male in your peripheral vision.

❀ this often opens a chance for him to sneak a hug from behind and/or a kiss on your head. easily making you startled and maybe- screaming- if possible.

❀ hearing his dumbass laugh as his grip tightened around your torso, staying there watching you slowly continue your work. knowing you’re- maybe- a little angry at him from the scare, but he definitely know you’ll warm up quickly. you always do.

𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒:

❀ i really need to write more this man, bc oh i so so so adore his ass so much. he gives off such a comfy and safe vibe to me i’d give my life to him.

❀ I- aNYwAYS-

❀ he would hug you a lot. so much. and it feels for secured n safe, its a haven in between his arms. even comfortable too from the warmth he radiates, cuddles with him doesn’t often need too much blankets knowing Sawamura can be a heater by himself.

❀ man just gives the biggest, warmest hugs.

❀ he doesn’t mind hugging you, holding a hand, or linking arms to make you feel his warmth when cold. he actually likes it but won’t bluntly say it unless he wants to tease you.

❀ and oh yeah, he keeps the things like those to himself until he uses it as a teasing weapon. smiling to himself as he stares at your flustered expression that stared back at him, your eyes averting and face quickly hidden in embarrassment.

❀ kisses aren’t too common unlike Tetsurou, but he will do them behind walls. just soft pecks on your face whenever he feels affection and giddy or really whenever he misses you-

❀ cuddles with him are sometimes giggly! just relaxing against each other as you both talk about silly things and hectic things that happened in your day or past, laughing at each others stories.

❀ hearing one another’s hearty genuine laughs never fails to awestruck the other in the heart, but it easily plays off from the unwavering laughter you both have. only to cuddle into each others body once more.

❀ seeing him win any games with his team, and he sees your figure rushing off towards him. Sawamura will not hesitate to lift you up as he hugs you, feeling your feet above the flat surface you slightly panic but peering down at your boyfriend’s face instantly removes the anxious feeling at the genuine happy expression he has.

❀ sometimes he’ll twirl you around in his arms lightly before settling you back down with a nervous laugh, embarrassed he just- did that- but he brushes it off really quickly unless his teammates nag him about it.

❀ honestly the man to encourage his s/o whenever they are down, using words or even reassuring actions somehow boosts the mood (or at least eases the tension down.)

𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚊:

❀ kinda- kinda see him as a cuddle bug. i genuinely do.

❀ he would never refuse a cuddle-session that includes you in it,, and will d r o p everything he’s doing just to cuddle with you, seriously. he’ll use it as a excuse to avoid doing work sometimes- but you’ll scold him about it later.

❀ big spoon him and he’ll love it, every moment of it. he feels nice and comfy in this position often.

❀ whenever cuddling he will give you little pats and messes with your hair if you let him, and the occasion soft pecks on your face. usually your cheek, nose, or forehead.

❀ sometimes will squish your face with his hands, he often doesn’t do so because of how calloused and rough his hands can be because of practice and being a middleblocker. so he’s conscious about it with you, but the reassurance you give relieves him.

❀ during cuddle sessions, Rintarou would definitely show you things on his phone he’d think you like. knowing your interests rather well from listening and remembering conversations you’ve had.

❀ speaking of him remembering things, he keeps mental notes on passionate subjects or things you like. and sometimes will surprise you about it with an accumulated gift or item.

❀ Rintarou is really supportive of whatever you are passionate about or into, will literally slander who discourages or fucks with you. and he won’t hesistate, you are his king, prince, emperor- his everything. he’s not gonna hold back on that poor person who makes you feel bad.

❀ whenever he sees you cry, he’s the type to instinctively wipe away the tears. his thumb brushing your cheek and below your eyes as the tears flow, watching you let it out before embracing you into a hug. muttering soft reassurances and patting your back before you ease down.

❀ and thats when he cues his dumb jokes and sayings to you, using it to hear that soft laugh erupting from your chest.

❀ during games his eyes would drift towards the crowd just to find you. Kita and/or ‘Tsumu would bark at him about it, wanting to get his attention during the game-

❀ he’d share videos everytime the miya twins do stupid shit and have crazy antics, whether that’s sending you a video or a photo with a dumbass caption. hoping to make you laugh from it on the other screen.

#at-dusk;- 🌆#folder 📁;- 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 #kuroo tetsuro x male reader #daichi sawamura x male reader #suna rintarou x male reader #kuroo x male reader #daichi x male reader #suna x male reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #suna rintarou x reader #kuroo hcs #daichi hcs #suna hcs #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #x male reader #x reader

586 notes · View notes

thefanficmonster · 3 years

Text

Filterless

Corpse Husband x Plus-sized Reader (Female)

Warnings: Body Image Insecurities, Low self-esteem, Swearing

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Feeling comfortable in her skin has hardly ever been the case for Y/N who’s been struggling with body image issues all her life. However, they only get worse when she sees the ‘type’ of girls her crush is into.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your request (hits close to home 😅) I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to fulfill it and post it but here it finally is and if you’ve stuck around long enough to read it, I hope you enjoy! ALSO! - Never forget how beautiful and amazing you are. Never compare your beauty to someone else’s. We’re all beautiful people and we all shine so brightly and uniquely. No one deserves to be compared to anyone when we’re all so different yet so incredible. Love you and appreciate you with all my heart, Vy ❤

If I ever need my ego taken down a few notches - it never does, it’s barely even present, to be honest - all I have to do is go on Instagram. To be honest, regardless of how I’m feeling, opening that app is bound to make my mood plummet and come crashing into the ground so hard it drives a hole in it - probably in the form of a broken heart.

Being a content creator myself, I often get asked questions about my absence on that social platform specifically. I mean, the questions are based and rational I guess, considering I’m not a faceless YouTuber and yet my Instagram account is void of any photos. It’s not like I don’t post at all - I do! I post on my story often but it’s more often than not scenery I find pretty or a poster I’ve made for a movie/video game. Bottom line is: I barely ever allow a picture of me to make it online. The most my fans are ever gonna get of me is a selfie which is also a super rare occurrence because of how long it takes me to take and choose one I don’t hate.

Ok, but how am I supposed to find the motivation to post any sort of picture of myself when on my timeline I’m always faced with people worthy of posting pictures of themselves. People with such perfect bodies and beautiful faces. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not jealous or envious of those people - good for them! They know what they’re working with and they’re working it well. I have nothing against them, in fact, I love seeing people proud of their bodies no matter their size, shape or weight. Those are my role-models: people who are proud of themselves, their bodies, their attributes and capabilities and don’t hesitate to show them off. Those are the people I look up to but, deep down inside I know I’ll never be like.

Insecure about my body, having been referred to as ‘chubby’ and ‘squishy’ all my life. Inappreciative of the stuff I do: starting from my job as a graphic designer leading towards my job on YouTube - nothing I do, professionally or otherwise, satisfies me. Nothing I do is enough in my eyes because I feel incapable of ever being able to do enough. I’ve been called lazy and a half-asser a few too many times to be able to brush it off as a meaningless insult.

With these problems I’ve had with myself and my own perception of who I am and the work I do, I’ve never had the time for romance or romantic relationships. I second-guess the intentions of everyone who ever shows any interest in me because in my mind I’m nothing special and I have nothing to offer - nothing attractive or likable at least. That being said, I haven’t even been one to make heart eyes at others either. I busy myself with my job and some side-gigs, brushing off any relationship questions with the excuse that I’m ‘just too busy to be in a relationship’ which is technically true.

Having spent twenty plus years with that mindset, one can imagine how surprised I was when I found myself catching feelings for someone. And that someone just couldn’t be any other than the biggest YouTube sensation at the moment - Corpse Husband.

I’m close friends with Poki - her and I were roommates at one point too - so her inviting me to play Among Us with them wasn’t so strange. One or two games, I thought, nothing unusual there, just friendly curtesy. I wasn’t expecting to warm up to the group of famous streamers nor did I expect them to welcome me among them so easily, mostly because my channel is so small and practically invisible to the YouTube algorithm. But soon enough, I became a permanent member of the team, making friends with every single one of those YouTubers I practically thought of a celebrities.

This journey of branching out to other content creators has proven itself to be surprisingly pleasant and has packed my book of friendships to the brim. All of that came unexpectedly, along with a wave of new subs and a higher view count. However, as I mentioned, it hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows. I came to finally understand what my high school friends were talking about when they were head over heels for a boy - the butterflies in the stomach whenever he speaks your name; the importance of the laugh you share with him, how special and different it is; how cool it is to be impostors with him - ok they never said that, obviously, but it’s what I have as a substitute to the ‘when the two of you make eye-contact’ bullshit since Corpse and I have never seen each other in person. That is, of course, because of him being a faceless YouTuber and me being a self-conscious and insecure girl.

We do talk all the time though - texting, calling, chilling on Discord, you name it. Our conversations range from deeply philosophical to ones that might mislead someone into thinking we’re high. There’s no topic we haven’t touched upon and yet we still manage to find something new to talk about. We have plenty of similarities but we also never seem to run out of differences we slowly come across as we keep getting to know each other better and better.

And somewhere along that journey I ended up catching feelings.

Human nature of wanting to connect with other people, I curse you for what you’ve done to me.

You might think I’m being overdramatic about the whole ordeal and that this is just a normal, natural occurrence many people experience in their life - some even daily. Well, not only am I far from used to it, but it’s also taking a toll of a different kind on me.

It’s like a constant slap to the face.

That slap turned into a punch when Corpse and I started following each other on Instagram and I started getting daily reminders of how out of my depth I am with this crush on him. In over my head, especially when you look at all those girls whose pics and videos he reposts on his story. Imagine how that makes me feel, what that does to me - puts me back into the ‘Constantly not good enough‘ basket, the one I’ve been fighting to get out of all my life. In the past and in different contexts I could easily say that it was all just my mind hating me intensely but now - now that I know for a fact I’m not good enough and don’t fit Corpse’s criteria - it hurts ten times as much. I’m not one to do shit for someone’s attention or to attract someone’s eyes, but it really hurts my feelings. Often times, it also leads me to doing dumb things and making rash decisions.

Like the one I made two days ago.

Imagine me cringing and shaking my head at my own stupidity as I admit this: I, in a frenzy, ordered a whole e-girl getup with overnight delivery.

Wait, hold up, it gets worse.

I received it yesterday and spent the whole day regretting that decision, but then, in my most insecure hours - which was somewhere around midnight - I equipped the get-up, took a picture and posted it on my Instagram page. First full body pic I’ve ever posted on there. First pic I’ve posted there of any kind. There to stay, not to be gone in twenty four hours. First pic, and it’s not even of me. It’s of who I want to be in order to fit someone’s criteria. And that fucking stings.

As you might imagine, I’ve spent today’s day regretting that decision as well. Recently my mood’s been nothing but regretting rash decisions that have surfaced under the influence of my ridiculous, constantly-present insecurities. And I would’ve probably gotten over it rather quickly had I not received a message from Corpse that read:

“Didn’t think of you with an e-girl aesthetic“

I didn’t open the message, I peeped at it as it was a notification on my lock screen. It’s still there, an unread notification. It’s been two hours since I received it and I cannot think of a single thing to say in response to that.

Truth is, I’m afraid. I’m afraid of so many things right now.

I’m afraid of becoming that girl in the photo, cause I’m most definitely not her.

I’m afraid of letting Corpse down by admitting I’m not her.

I’m afraid of what my own mind has made me do because it hates me so much and I’m terrified of what it might do in the future.

I’m afraid and stranded on things to do.

You can’t be her forever, you know. Being her won’t make your insecurities go away, it’ll only make them worse. Haven’t you learned that by now?

I sigh, frustrated and irritated with myself as I grab my phone and tap on the notification, finally deciding to face the music and allow my instincts to carry me through the interaction. Improvisation, that’s one of the few things I’m good at. Let’s hope it doesn’t fail me.

I’m just about to type out my response - not sure what it’s gonna say - when I give the message Corpse has sent me a second glance. I furrow my brows, finding there’s more to it than that peep through the notification let me see.

“Didn’t think of you with an e-girl aesthetic. You’re personality is so bright and colorful, I could’ve never imagined you were into the darks and blacks“

Because I’m not

I fail to realize until the message has been sent that my thoughts are exactly what I typed out and sent.

And honestly, I’m glad. It feels like I’ve spoken my truth, like I’ve lifted a huge boulder off my chest.

With that rare confidence in mind I go on and delete the picture.

In its spot, I post a picture I just now took - a mirror selfie in my homey get-up consisting of hot pink sweatpants and an oversized blue tee, my hair in a messy bun, my face free of make-up.

I caption it: ‘Oops, had the e-girl filter on for the last one. This is filterless me tho so...Hi 🥴’

A lot better, I’m surprised to hear my inner voice say. I hope I don’t get used to all this kindness on my brain’s part, probably won’t last, but damn if I don’t milk every second of it.

Just then, I receive a new message from non other than Corpse.

“Now that’s the girl I see when I think of you. She’s super cute 😉“

My, oh my, who would’ve guessed Corpse has a game like that - and by that I mean the ability to make me blush so intensely with only a text message.

Now ain’t that better than being someone else, Y/N?

It sure is, it sure is.

@maat-the-prescriptive @simonsbluee @save-the-sky @itsminniekat @hacker-ghost @bi-andready-tocry @imtiredaffff @jazzkaurtheglorious @hereforbeebo @fandomgirl17 @chrysanthykios @maehemscorpyus @loraleiix @letsloveimagines @annshit @i-cant-choose-a-username-help @enigmaticmaze @divine-artemis @waterlilypat @idontknowwhatthisisfam @evi-ka @classyandfabulous00 @redperson58 @lilysdaydreams @solowheein @mythicalamphitrite @axen-gers @luckygirl144 @nj01 @buddyemily @the-albino-lioness @stardream14 @gdhdkfnn @nomadicgypsyy @preciousskye @fluffysuicideunicornsworld @o-kaelin @manacharlotte @awkward-youtube-trash @lolalee24 @bonky-beerns @meme-lord-and-savior-sebastian @strawbrinkofdeath @teenloves @tams0527 @browneyespinkhair @starstruckllamapuppy @daisychains012 @y0ulooked @tinytacosuitcaseflap @supernatural-is-my-only-life @jula-pauline @melodykitty @just-that-bi-girl @crazybutconfidentaf @lowellshade @alphakees @bellero @weallneednamjesus @starryhanji @boiled-onionrings @husherstan @fockingwhore @melaningoddessthings @prettypastelpetals @haleypearce @godwhyamiawkward @y-napotat @daisychainyoonmin @little-miss-rebel3 @free-wheelin-bi-sexual @redmoon261 @darkacademic2 @wiseflamingoqueen @into-the-end @namikhai-i @nastiablr @thelittleplantlover @mirktuan @dont-hyuck @jjk-bunny @vintagegothlover @easygoingtheatre @itsrandombooklover @miiaivi @emmybaybee @befourgolden @jjk-is-my-shit @eternalteaaars @spacebadgerx @princesslunalight @acequinn14 @samm48 @misselsbells06 @simp-lykawa @fo-love @marishimomura-blog @therealglenncoco @cinnamonbun332 @killtherandomness @sanshinexxxsan @fee-btheweeb @press-lay @cathleenpotgieter16 @jazzydoesstuff @moonlxghtbay @forestrain2000 @hyunjinhugs @blood-of-fandoms @lovellylies @ukiyolixx @simpforhpcharacters @chrisdylan17 @parkerjisung @pedernille @theodonyous @wineandionysus @malfoystilinskii05 @morbid-x @coryisagee @jessewa26 @scoobydooluver97 @mindintheskies365 @raeanneinwonderland @indecisive-empanada @gluttonypalace @loriane2503 @btsiguess-kpop @khaoticbunny @lucidlycactus @smiithys @rottenroyalebooks @kpopgirlbtssvt @fangirl-tc27 @fr0z3n-1 @notmesimpingfortechno @shotarosleftpinky @kunoi-chan @idk-whats-wrong-with-me @yikeroonie @goldenstarofthunderclan @poetry-and-tea @ama-do-writing-stuff @wishbonewolf @emeraldxhope @t0xick1tty @kusuinko @speakyourselfloveyourself @sophia902103 @lo-manburg @classsykittykat @dmgama @depressedpuppythatneedscoffee @btsiguess-kpop @akaashi-baby @gun-jong-simp @geschichtenfee @yerapotato-wp @browneyedgirl365 @thysagclub @sparklycloudnight @helloatomicshadow @queentorresstuff @vtte @val-gal @lucy-bunny17 @aaliyahh0 @katluckybear @boyleanti @straybids @franchesca-791 @cosmicstorm19 @averyisbackinthetrashcan @aomi-nabi @xlanawriter @allensimpsforcorpse

273 notes · View notes

the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

Note

Hi love! I spun the wheels for your 3k celebration and here are my results :)

- one night stand/anonymous sex

- bryce langley

- i’m here to fuck your brains out

- i’m not here for small talk

- tell me why i just found them in your drawer

Ok, ok, ok. I can so see this for Bryce! And I was a little unsure how I was going to fit in the third prompt but I think I'm happy with my solution.

Straight smut and semi soft!dark (non-con panty stealing, stalking), so no minors!!!

God, you hated charity events.

If you had to listen to one more rich asshole talk your ear off about the plight of the white man you were going to jump off a balcony. The complete lack of self awareness as they wrote giant checks to help feed starving children in third world countries would have been laughable if it wasn’t so depressing.

At least there was an open bar, which you were taking full advantage of. You weren’t entirely sure how many whiskey sours you had tossed back, but you were actually laughing while some salt and pepper asshole who was definitely having a midlife crisis regaled you with stories of sailing around the world. Maybe you should slow down.

“Christ’s sake, Dick, you lying to another pretty thing about sailing to Brazil?” You felt a warm hand on the small of your back and turned to see a very pretty, younger man smirking at the dumbass who was trying to impress you. “He barely made it to South Carolina before running back with his tail between his legs.”

“Oh no!” You fully turned away from the older man with a sloppy grin, placing your hand on the new guy’s chest as you giggled. “That’s so pathetic.”

“Uh, excuse me.” Dick did not look happy with this turn of events, pouting when you glanced at him sideways.

“Go back to your disappointed wife, Dick.” The way his eyes were raking over you made you shiver, arousal flooding your panties as you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

“It’s Y/N.” You gasped softly when he stepped closer, his hand running up your spine until he was running his fingers through your hair. “Yours?”

“Bryce.” His lips brushed against yours and your knees buckled, your hands gripping his lapels to keep yourself upright. Yeah, you definitely should have slowed down. You had never come apart so fast for anyone in your whole, kinda slutty adult life.

“Hi Bryce.” How were you supposed to focus on anything when his mouth was tracing your jaw like that? “Um, enjoying your night so far?”

“Listen, gorgeous, I’m not here for small talk.” He pressed you even closer and leaned forward so he could murmur right in your ear. “I’m here to fuck your brains out.”

“Oh.” Your voice was upsettingly small. “Cool.”

Neither of you said anything for the next two hours. Not when he had you pinned to the wall in the corridor and devoured your mouth with his while the two of you dry humped each other. Not when he drove the two of you through the city in his Porsche at an inadvisable speed while you swallowed greedily around his cock. Not even when he ate you out like a starving man while you were sprawled across the stairs to the second level of his penthouse apartment, but that was mostly because he had shoved your panties in your mouth to gag you.

You finally made it to his bedroom and he ripped your dress down your shoulders, leaning back to let you step out of it while he worked on stripping off his tuxedo. The tiny huff you let out when he tossed you on the bed made him grin, each small wanton sound that feel from your lips only serving to make his cock ache even more. And, god, what a fantastic cock it was. You practically started drooling when he finally stepped out of his pants and you got a good look at it, it had been to dark in the car for you to really appreciate just how yummy he was.

“Wait, Bryce.” You placed a hand on his chest when he bent over you, not wanting to lose yourself in another one of his kisses before it was too late. “Condom?”

“Are you fucking serious?” He looked slightly annoyed when his eyes met yours, but you weren’t backing down from this one. “You didn’t seem to care about a condom when you were swallowing my cum an hour ago.”

“Yeah, well I can’t get pregnant from swallowing.” You murmured, trying not to moan when you felt his shaft ghost over your clit.

“Aww, pretty thing like you isn’t on birth control?” The smirk he was giving you was absolutely wicked. “That seems awful irresponsible.”

“Bryce, ah, shit.” His mouth started tracing your throat and made it very difficult to stay firm in your stance. “I’m serious, if you don’t have a condom, I’m pulling the plug.”

“C’mon gorgeous, I just wanna feel you.” He flicked his tongue out to lap up an errant bead of sweat and grinned at the whine you let out. “What if I pull out?”

“Oh god.” You were practically suffocating from the attention he was lavishing on you, finally grabbing his hair and yanking his head up so you could look him in the eye and regain some control of the situation. “No condom, no pussy.”

“Ugh, fine!” He pouted when he rolled off you, pulling his nightstand drawer open and drawing out a small foil packet. “Happy?”

You just grinned at him when he knelt between your legs again, brushing you fingers over his nipples and running your knees up his sides while he rolled the condom over his length and scowled at you. That scowl disappeared pretty fast when he gripped your hips tight and pulled you down on his length, his eyelids fluttering as a low groan left his throat while he curled over you.

When his hips finally met yours you dropped your head back against the mattress, locking your heels together at the small of his back and letting him nip at your throat as he started moving his hips. It was just enough to drive you crazy, but all you wanted was for him to fuck you like an animal until you were screaming.

“Goddamn it.” You dug your fingers into his scalp and yanked his face back up to yours. “I thought you said you were gonna fuck my brains out.”

The only warning you had was his feral snarl and the way his pupils dilated even further and then every thought was flying out of your head when he bent you backwards and shoved your chest into his face, his teeth digging into your soft flesh and making you scream while his hips started slamming into you violently.

His teeth were marring the soft curves of your chest as he fucked into you viciously, the tip of his cock punching you in the cervix with each brutal shove. It barely took anything for you to come apart with a sharp cry, your vision whiting out as your entire body tightened around him. The way he was holding you to him had your body bent in a series of odd angles, making every wave of pleasure that coursed through your system feel a thousand times more intense.

Your orgasm didn’t even faze him, his hips still pistoning into yours at a wild rhythm that pushed the breath out of your lungs until you were a panting mess. He just kept sucking and biting at your breasts, the skin of your chest slick with your sweat and his saliva as your cunt throbbed around him.

One of his hands moved under your hip and tilted you so he could somehow drive into you even further and a coil you hadn’t even realized was gathering snapped. Your body jerked frantically underneath him, your pussy clenching around him so hard he couldn’t stop himself from filling the condom with a muffled growl.

“That good enough for you, gorgeous?” He was grinning wickedly when he lifted his face to gaze at you. “C’mon now honey, did I fuck you stupid?”

“No.” You panted, returning his smile when he moved to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. “But maybe we should go another round so you can try again.”

“Oh, I knew bringing you home was a good idea!” He called from the bathroom. “I’m gonna turn that pussy out.”

You were still smiling when you moved to grab another condom from the nightstand, your face freezing when you got a look at the pair of soiled panties that was nestled inside. That wasn’t totally weird, lot’s of guys probably kept little souvenirs from their sexual conquests.

What was weird was that they looked an awful lot like the panties you thought your washer had eaten a few weeks ago, and when you picked them up to examine them closer you felt bile rise in your throat when you spotted the tiny rip you had told yourself no one would notice because of the pattern of the lace.

“Bryce.” You rose on unsteady legs and staggered to the bathroom, confusion and fury coursing through your veins. “I’ve been missing these for weeks, tell me why I just found them in your drawer.”

“Ah, fuck.” He only looked mildly perturbed when he got a look at what you had clutched in your fist. “Why’d you have to go snooping, baby?”

“Don’t call me baby, how did you get these?” Your chest was starting to feel tight as panic took over your system. “Have you been in my house?”

“Do you really need me to answer that, Y/N?”

You realized you didn’t. You’d noticed weird shit happening for a few weeks. Things not being where you’d left them. Pieces of clothing missing. Weird deliveries of flowers or fancy pastries from a supposed secret admirer that you just chalked up to the slightly creepy guy who had been flirting with you at work.

“But, why?” You had never even seen Bryce before tonight, this didn’t make sense.

“I saw your photo from the save the polar bears, or whatever, event last month in the Times.” His shrug was dismissive as he started stalking towards you. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so beautiful looking so annoyed at one of those things. Mostly because they’re all hookers.” He didn’t seem to mind that you were in the middle of an anxiety attack, wrapping an arm around your waist and shushing you softly as you started to cry. “But you weren’t a hooker. You were a little spitfire. Everything I found out about you just made me want you more, which reminds me, you’re gonna need to make some serious updates to your online security settings.”

You were sobbing into his chest now, only barely registering what he was saying as he moved a hand up to run through your hair absentmindedly.

“I still remember the first time I was in your house. I admit, I lost myself a little once I was in that cute little bedroom of yours, thought for sure you were gonna notice how messed up your sheets were after I jerked off in your bed.” You cringed against him at that admission, you were pretty sure you remembered that day. “It was so hard to keep myself from just taking you right away, but I wanted to make it organic. You know, have our relationship grow and evolve the right way.” He gripped your chin and tilted your head back so he could glare into your eyes. “Then you had to go and ruin it.”

You whimpered when he suddenly lifted you and started to carry you to the bed again, your body frozen in shock. He basically threw you onto the bed, the look of rage on his face softening slightly when he watched you curl around yourself then climbed in next to you.

“Oh, shh, it’s ok, honey.” He cooed against your hair, stroking your arm softly as you continued to cry. “I forgive you. I’m gonna make you so happy.”

#natalie writes #3k wheels of filth drabble celebration #bryce langley x female reader #dark bryce langley #bryce langley x y/n #bryce langley x you #bryce langley smut #bryce langley x reader #bryce langley #chris evans #chris evans character #chris evans smut #eighteen plus #eighteen and over #do not interact if you are a minor

244 notes · View notes

bang-to-the-tan · 3 years

Text

Moth to Flame

Chapter 19

Reader x OT7

► Vampire!AU

Smut/Porn With Some Plot That is Rapidly Getting Out of Hand Dear God Why Please Help Me

Warnings: Complicated Morality, Lots of Stockholm Syndrome, Addiction, Possessiveness, Vampires (Reference to Biting, Blood-Sucking and Death), Language

↳ Summary: Robbed of your memories and intended as a birthday present for a deadly creature of the night, you unwittingly become the center of a territorial dispute between two covens of vampires. Tensions are rising and the brothers are getting hungry…

Previous Masterlist Next

“In common, huh?” you echo, dubious, still trying to maintain an air of bitterness. You cross your arms over your chest, wiping at the sticky tear lines on your face.

“Yeah.”

There’s another moment of quiet between the two of you. Jungkook just looks too genuine, sitting not two feet away, braced for rejection. With his shoulders hunched, head down, doe eyes wide...he looks just as small as you feel. You’re all too aware he could probably bench press you, even without the ever-mysterious vampiric powers, but here and now...Damn him. You don’t really want to go back inside yet. That’s for sure. Eventually, you decide you’ll take the distraction. As long as you keep the somber mood and keep a distance, you’ll be able to talk yourself out of wanting in his pants, surely.

“Fine. Shoot. What’s the first thing?”

“Neither of us had a good life. Before. Full of drunks and shitty living situations and especially a piece of shit car.”

That makes you snort. “Definitely the car?”

His small grin is toothy, more pleased and relieved than you care to notice that you took the bait. “Oh, yeah. My dad’s truck. It was an old, old model. Discontinued. He never had the money to get the stupid thing fixed. Everytime I stole the keys off him, part of me prayed this would be the time it just finally fucking exploded. Take me with it, maybe.”

“You stole your father’s keys?”

“He would pass out in the kitchen every Wednesday and Friday night.”

Oh. This feeling like guilt flashes through you. You’re pretty sure you have more in common with his father on this point. Again you think of the woman in the video and your throat constricts.

“I think I was like that, too,” you admit, quiet.

“Well, that’s a difference between us, then. I didn’t drink until after I turned.”

“Wait, can vampires drink alcohol?”

He shakes his head with a scoff, tossing his hair. “Not really. Can, but anything but blood makes us way sick. Taehyung chugs energy drinks sometimes, and it knocks him out with killer migraines for like, days at a time. Anyways.”

You refuse to let the mental image cheer you up any, but it is a funny little thought. Almost endearing. “Anyways,” you agree.

“I helped my dad with his police work sometimes. He’d pull me out of class and I’d do odd jobs around the office. Busy work, mostly. Get him coffee, that sort of thing. Organized files. So when a boy from the local university went missing...I was one of the first to know about it. One of the newer classmen, by the name of Kim Taehyung.

This isn’t a big town. Sometimes people go missing, y’know. Runaways, mostly.” His head bobs, his eyes going wistful. When he gestures, it’s like he’s practicing well-rehearsed excuses at the empty space he’s addressing. “I thought about it, from time to time, being one of them. But the strangest thing was that his best friend started acting...weird.”

“His best friend.”

“Wanna guess?”

“...Jimin?”

Jungkook glances back at you. His brows twitch upwards. “That’s the one. He didn’t come to the funeral service. Didn’t have anything to say about the day Tae vanished. Refused to go to counselling. And they never found the body. A few months later? Park Jimin also disappears.”

He cocks his head, casting a look out over the grounds. “A year goes by. Two. Three. Their photos stayed on the corkboard in the office hall, but nobody saw their faces anymore. The Kims moved out. The Parks stayed a long time. I mean, a real long time. I heard rumors about Taehyung’s family, familiar kinds of rumors, but Jimin’s family was the kind you see on TV. They never really stopped looking. They funded a huge search. Reward posters and everything.”

He shrugs, eyes flicking downwards, to idly watch his fingers rubbing at his own knuckles. There are scars there that you didn’t notice before, mazes and crisscrosses of scuffs and scrapes that must tell impressive stories of their own right. You want to kiss them. All of them, one by one. You want those fingers in your mouth—

A shiver runs through you and you use the motion as a coverup for a hard blink, twitch of your head. Focus. Pay attention. Sad. Somber. Listening.

“The money would’ve been useful. Buy me a car that works. A ticket out of town. Somewhere nobody knows about ‘Officer Jeon’s fucked up kid’. And the thought of reuniting a straight A, straightlaced kid like Jimin with his loving family? Maybe go full Annie—get them to adopt Taehyung while I’m at it? Give somebody else a chance with a good home, loving family? I had all kinds of fantasies. I couldn’t even think that they might have been dead. Or worse.”

Or worse? You shift, damning the carousel underneath you for easing into a screech when you dare to move your weight. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to ward off the chill creeping up on you. It’s cold out here when you aren’t stomping and crying. You aren’t going to scoot closer to Jungkook, not even for warmth. No matter how cold it gets. You don’t want to tuck your head into his chest and inhale the source of that faint smell drifting your way on the breeze. You don’t. Don’t want to put your fingers in his hair. Don’t want to…taste. Any of him.

“Yeah,” Jungkook affirms the frown on your face with a scoff, for entirely the wrong reason. “Yeah. Worse. Because the second thing you and I have in common is we both headed into something we weren’t prepared for.”

His tone goes soft, his brows pulling together. You can see something dark, something buried, clawing its way up his body and sinking into his shoulders. It makes him smaller. Pulls him into himself.

“I found them. Took a lot of digging through sightings, sudden shipments of online orders of things like video games and comic books to a supposedly abandoned park, a lot of sneaking and some illegal stalking. My theory then was that this ‘Jin’ guy was maybe a murderer. A kidnapper. I could confront him, put him away, make everyone happy. Make pops proud, for once, just in time to put him to the back of an exhaust pipe.”

He takes a shaky breath. “You don’t...changing isn’t a quick thing. You don’t just wake up like this. It can take months. Months where you don’t know who you are, where you are. You’ll bite anything with a pulse. The first time I walked into the park was the last time I had one of those.”

He rubs at his shoulder, remembering an old wound. You scratch at your neck.

“It wasn’t his fault. But Jimin came out of the dark, right at me, all wild eyes and crazy hair. I don’t remember much about when I came to, except the awful, awful way my blood stained the grass. Shitty Jungkook ruins somebody’s lawn, I thought. I know someone was crying, holding me. It was raining so hard, but all I could hear was sobbing. Apologizing.

At some point, I know Jin asked me if I wanted to live. And I remember thinking, do I? Don’t I? Why would I do that?” he scoffs again, the sound painful. “It’s not like anyone would miss me. At least up on that fucking corkboard...maybe there’s where I’d finally belong. I passed out again before I could give them my answer. I hoped they’d kill me.”

He’s quiet for a long time. You don’t want to feel bad for him. But that anger, that helplessness. You’re right, and your experiences aren’t the same.

And still, he isn’t wrong. You do have a lot in common.

“They kept you,” you say finally, no small amount of irony tinging your voice.

“Yeah. With Namjoon gone, Jin didn’t have Jackson keeping an eye out for him inside the police force. The minute he figured out who I was, he’d already decided what he was going to do with me.”

You shift again, subconsciously rubbing at your arms for warmth. A moment of silence passes. Crows, far off in the park, hold a brief council. The sound of their chatter echoes off the miles of rusted metal and climbing vines. When the wind blows again, the trees answer with a subdued counterargument of rustled leaves. You and Jungkook are alone in the world.

“So. That’s the second thing.”

“Hmm?” He snaps out of his reverie, throwing you a confused look with a wide blink. You return his expression with a wry half-grin.

“The second thing we have in common. A lack of choice.” You clarify.

Jungkook’s face softens, shoulders dropping. He turns, shuffling his arms out of his jacket. When he scoots forward, the carousel squeals its disapproval, but you both ignore it. Your pulse quicks in your chest, your neck, the mark at your chest thudding in time with the beats and you flinch back from him, staring. Waiting. But he reaches behind you to drape the biker jacket across your shoulders. He tugs it forward with a kind of clumsy, unsure care. Like if he pulled too hard you would shatter. His warmth envelopes you with a ‘whoof’ of air, drowning you in that heady scent you now recognize is not, in fact, cologne. You can’t help but close your eyes and inhale, deep. There’s no question in your mind that you could track him across the continent with this smell. Jungkook.

Your head snaps back up, eyes flying open, coming to just enough to be embarrassed. But he’s focused on trying to fix the clasp at the top of the jacket, secure it just enough to keep you warm. His long fingers fly across the leather, unsteady, searching, but determined and eventually it clicks into place. He pauses, obviously satisfied, but doesn’t move back. His hands hover. Your heartbeat quickens in your throat.

“Jimin and Tae worked the hardest to make me feel welcome. Let me stay in the extra room instead of the bedroom. Kept an eye on me while I was changing. Bailed me out when I almost got caught,” he mumbles, as if talking to himself, “And as for the station, I still work there sometimes. I do what Jin wants. What we need. Move files, edit paperwork, run plates. Nothing big, but enough to help keep us hidden.”

“That’s good of you,” you reply, hushed. “You sound like you figured it out eventually…” It’s impossible to think past the phantom feeling of his lips against your skin. The taste of his tongue. The taste of…your eyes flick downwards, a flush travelling up through your neck before you can stop yourself. When you meet his gaze again, he’s darkly intent. You don’t imagine he can’t guess what you were thinking of.

“Do you want my advice?”

God, you can still feel him. Every breath draws him through the roof of your mouth, floods your veins. Are you leaning forward? It’s hard to tell. Suddenly you’re too warm. “Hmm?”

“My advice,” he reiterates. He moves so subtly that even the beast beneath you only mutters a brief complaint. It takes him close enough to you that you could press your lips to his neck if only you leaned upwards. “Considering how much we have in common.”

“Please.”

“Think about yourself, first. Fuck everyone else.” You wish he would. “Ask yourself what you want, when you don’t know where to go. What to do.”

“And what do you want?” you ask, low, watching his eyes cast to your lips with a familiar sinking feeling. He hums, thoughtful. The sound lights warmth in your chest, his breath a cool huff against your mouth when he exhales.

“I want to be selfish,” he murmurs. He leans forward.

He stops. You stop. The both of you look down in unison.

Your hand is on his chest, splayed against the grey t-shirt fabric. Why is it there?

Jungkook blinks, owlish. “...No?”

What? No, what? Oh, right. Right, yes. No.

“No.” You can feel the distance between you. Can taste every single inch that separates you from his body. Your palm on his chest burns, tugged by pure magnetism.

“...What do you mean ‘no’?” “I mean I’m—” What do you mean by ‘no’? It should be yes. Yes, yes, yes, Jungkook, yes, more, yes, please. Right here, now, outside, where everybody can see, where it’s cold and the carousel screeches with every movement and— “I’m saying...no. This time. No kissing.”

The thought runs visibly around his head. He watches you like he’s pondering the spin of the world on its axis.

He blinks again, hard. When he speaks again, it’s in a shocked, conspiratorial whisper. “No kissing, ever??” It’s an effort not to laugh at his scandalized expression.

“N-no kissing. Right...right now. I’m trying to make choices.”

“Choices.”

You wrack your brain to remember what it was you said to Jin. “I...I want to know who I was. And I want to choose who I am now.”

“Oh.” Jungkook’s tongue rolls over the inside of his mouth, his eyes casting down and to the side, brows furrowing. Finally, he nods. “Okay.”

He leans back, away from your hand, and it takes more effort than it should to return the limb back to your side.

“But you said that you didn’t get much from that video.” Jungkook shifts again, shoulders hunching. He’s back to looking small. Awkward.

You worry the inside of your cheek. Your hand comes up to tug absently at the jacket draped over your shoulders. You want to bury your face in it and drown in his scent. “...Yeah. I really didn’t.”

“What are you going to do, then?”

“I dunno. I thought maybe I’d look for myself online?”

He snorts, once. “You won’t find much beyond what the news stations are saying. It’s all the same shit. I tried.”

“Did you?”

The boy sitting across from you shrugs, suddenly incapable of looking at you directly. He’s a young man again, not a demon, not a devil. Young and unsure, in the presence of something bordering on intimate. Sections of his hair flutter in the wind. He squints. “Curious. Before Jin grounded us.”

That gets a laugh out of you. “Right.”

“Heartless. Heartless man.”

A murderer. A kidnapper. Is that your Jin? Someone who asked to hold you. Prepared your room with all the excitement of somebody expecting someone long lost and beloved. Someone who kissed you softly, gently, like he was losing sight of the horizon.

Sat with you while you tried to find reasons to hate him, and at every turn offered you a way out, if you wanted. Understood when you didn’t.

The same man who treats you like a pet. The same man who changed Jungkook without his permission. Uses him like a pawn. Uses you like an accessory.

Somehow, he’s both of these people.

You and Jungkook share in another moment of quiet.

“Wait. Plates?” You break the silence suddenly, turning to look at your companion once more.

“Hmm?”

“You run plates. At the station.”

Jungkook purses his lips. Sniffs, runs his arm under his nose. “Yeah. Sometimes. Takes about a day or so, but it helps keep tabs on other covens.”

“The video,” you breathe. Excitement doesn’t come easily to you. Not when it isn’t about getting your next fix. But here, now, it blossoms in your chest, pure and energizing. “Wait, Jungkook, the video. If I got you the license plate from my shitty car, could you run it? Get—get information on it? ”

“Oh. Oh, yeah. I could do that.”

“Really?? Jungkook, that would mean everything to me!”

The smile that he hides in a shrug of his shoulder is shy. When he snorts, it’s quiet. His ear flares up into a fiery red that casts down the side of his neck. Suddenly he’s having trouble looking directly at you.

“Okay.”

This could be it. You can get Jungkook to run the plates, get your name, location—maybe even your records? The mugshot. The police station would have the information you’ve been looking for. Who you were. Where you came from. The identity of the woman in the video, of you. Somehow, you’re closer than ever.

“What do I get?” Jungkook’s voice interrupts your daydreaming and scheming.

“Hmm?”

“We’re collaborating now, right? You and me. Since you agree we’re similar.”

You can’t get a read on him. His tone is breezy, but...you know better than to assume what that might mean. “Right…?”

“So what do I get for helping you? If we’re like...partners, now. Y’know.”

Partners... Right. Right, that sounds good. That actually sounds very good. But there are alarm bells sounding off in your head. Your throat goes dry and you try to swallow past it without making it too obvious the effect he’s starting to have on you again.

“What, um,” you try, slow. “What would you like?”

His teeth gnaw at his lips. He blinks out over a patch of grass, and it’s a wonder it hasn’t caught aflame yet with the intensity of his stare.

“Can...can I have a kiss?” he says after a beat. “Could you...choose to kiss me?”

Is….is he making fun of you? But the way he looks to you is genuine. Way too genuine. Excited. Hesitant, but hopeful.

“A kiss?”

“Yeah. Can I have one, if I help you? Just a kiss!” he clarifies hastily, hands coming up in defense. “We don’t have to do anything else, if you decide not to.”

If you decide not to. Dangerous. Dangerous. There’s no way he can understand how thinly you’re teetering on that line as is. But…is this him, trying? Offering you a choice. Maybe not much of one, but it’s a start. You could tell him no, if you wanted. Warmth spreads across your chest, climbing up to your face.

Do you want to tell him no? Or do you want to kiss him? It’s no contest. No contest at all. Your mouth opens. Shuts.

“Yeah. Okay. If you run the plates for me, I’ll...we’ll have a kiss.”

“Is that okay?” He really has no idea how okay it is. How entirely okay it is.

“One kiss for now,” you amend, slow, trying to hide the nervous grin that wants to climb its way across your face. “A-and one for later. If you do it. When you do.”

“Two kisses, huh?” Jungkook replies. His brows flick upwards, playful. “Greedy…” His eyes cast down you for a half second and you have to tamp the desire to add one for the road.

“Selfish.” you correct. His expression scrunches into a wide, happy smile. One that weirdly tugs at your heart.

He nods agreeably. “Selfish.”

He scoots forward again, leaning.

You arch up.

When your lips meet, it’s chaste. There’s no hurry. No desperation. You kiss at his lower lip, ignoring the chill that breaks across your skin when he hums, content. Your eyes flutter closed. You focus on the warmth of him, the taste, god he tastes so sweet. How soft his lips are, how soothing his mouth as it caresses yours.

When you part with a sigh, you realize his hands are hovering. They drift back down to his sides. A thrill runs through you when you understand that was him obeying your boundaries. A cognizant effort, to keep himself from touching you. From taking things too far. Can you do the same? Your eyes drop to half mast, pulling your lip through your teeth. You can still feel him. Taste him. You’re so close. You want him so badly. You want his hair between your fingers, his body on top of yours, his tongue, his teeth, his cock.

You’re choosing, you are, but god, it’s so hard to make the right choice.

He watches you toy with your thoughts. He licks his lips, nervous, but doesn’t move otherwise.

Suddenly, your stomach breaks the quiet, growling loudly. Jungkook legitimately shrinks back in surprise, staring at your belly before bursting into laughter. The sultry spell is broken and replaced with horrific embarrassment on your part and comical shock from him.

“There’s no way that was you!” he says between cackles, reaching to poke at his jacket.

Mortified, your arms automatically shield your torso, but he needles you anyways, grinning. Brows up in his hairline, eyes narrowed to slits with the force of his prominent smile.

“What, are you hiding a lion in there? Holy shit!”

“It’s hard to keep track of mealtimes!” You protest, slapping his hand away. A giggle snakes through your tone. “You’d know that if you still ate!”

“I never sounded like that!”

“That’s a lie and a half!”

He laughs again, throwing his head back, and you can’t help but laugh along. He turns the rock back forward into a standing motion, the momentum carrying him back onto his feet. One of his hands buries into his jean’s pocket. The other reaches familiarly towards you.

“Come on. Jin stocked the kitchen for you. Real food this time, not just crackers.”

“Oo. Fancy.” You rub absently at your eyes, still a little sticky from before.

“Only the finest. You go and get something to eat, I’ll get a screenshot of the license plate from Jin. Teamwork.

Partner,” he adds, careful.

“Alright. Partner.” You take his hand and pull to stand beside him, tugging his jacket more firmly around your shoulders. His smell wafts around you, holding you like you wish you could hold him. His palm is warm and dry, his fingers holding yours delicately. His answering smile is like the sun, his eyes squinting with the strength of his childish joy. His teeth glint briefly. You shiver and look away.

Previous Masterlist Next

#bts smut #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts vampire au #moth to flame #government assigned fave: jungkook

166 notes · View notes