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MEANIE! | ryomen s.

↳ ryomen sukuna x f!reader

assigned to be the resident bad boy's lab partner who also happens to be your friend's twin brother? so cliche! loosing your virginity to him? even more cliche! ugh!

18+ Minors DNI!

warnings; university au, mean!sukuna, virgin!shy!reader, sukuna is yuji's twin brother, superr cliche, ooc sukuna, cussing, teasing, dub-con/ish, pet names (good girl, brat, doll, etc.), name-calling (slut, whore, fucktoy), degradation, fingering, ass spanking, biting, nipple play, slight groping, mentions of f!masturbation, size difference, doggy style, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (sukuna convinces reader to let him hit raw😔🤚🏼), multiple orgasms (2), choking, creampie, breeding kink, yuji catches the two of you🤓, not proofread.

wc; 2.7k

a/n; writing this made me realise how I was not built for this shit p.s this is so horrible but I had to post it because it was supposed to be up yesterday but eh, anyways, I promise the next fic would be a lot better thank you for reading. also lmk if anyone wants to be tagged in these fics !

tags(?); @satocidal <3

A familiar set of pink hair caught your sight, and if you didn't know better, you'd assume it was Yuji. But it wasn't, because you weren't in the cafeteria, waiting for him on a bench, but rather in a class he didn't take. No, It was his brother- Ryomen Sukuna. They looked identical for the most part, except, they often didn't. Where Yuji had a soft face, adored with the biggest smile ever, his brother had a sharp, ink clad face with an ever present scowl on it.

Luck of course wasn't on your side when you got assigned as his partner. Yuji wasn't happy either, because no way in hell would he want you, one of his best friends to be anywhere near his brother. Not like you had a say in any of this, but this project was worth about 40 percent of your grade, and you needed to get an A+ on this one. Your last project went horribly because of your last partner, and you weren't about to let another lazy, or rather intimidating partner let you drag your grades down once again.

Sukuna was sat beside you, occupying nearly 2 whole seats with the way he was spreading his legs. He seemed the least bothered about what the professor was saying, didn't bother to make notes or anything. That automatically meant that you were going to take notes for the both of you.

Great.

Chewing at your pen while the lecture hall filled with low chatter of people talking to their partners, discussing whatever topic they were assigned, on contrary to you and your partner, who was still the least bothered about anything.

Building up the courage to finally talk to him, you turn around to face him, but your attempt to speak up was cut off by his intimidating glare, "You're gonna do all the work, I'll pay you- or whatever. I don't got no time for this shit." He scowled, looking back towards his phone. "I- but-" The words died down in your throat with another look from him.

The class was dismissed soon enough, as he threw his bag over his shoulder, giving you a look that you couldn't quite understand, "Well?" He raised a brow, the way he stared down at you from his height was quite intimidating. And when he put one foot forward, his gaze only became more imposing.

"C'mon, speak up."

"Well-" You took a deep breath, trying to sound a little brave while speaking "Well, what I meant to say is that I can't complete the project by myself- it's way too big, and it's worth like 40 percent of our grade."

"Then I guess you'll fail" He chuckled, bringing his phone out and ignoring whatever else you had to add onto the matter. He did not want to be bothered. He turned to face you, the most threatening thing you could think of was now looking at you, and he had no intentions of moving. It was quite the sight.

You simply backed down, almost shriveling into the little bubble you came out from. Well that was a shit show. No wonder his brother didn't like him. Hell, moments like these made you wonder how the hell him and Yuji are related, moreover, twin brothers.

"What do you expect me to do? Babysit you? You know how to write, how to research, I'm sure you can figure it out." Sukuna grumbled, before returning his eyes to the screen of his phone. He clearly didn't want to be bothered, but he also didn't want to give the dean another reason to get on his ass, so he'd maintain the conversation. For now, atleast.

"I wouldn't have bothered you if I could do it alone-" You stated, chewing on your fingernails "It requires two people, and I don't think I count as two so." The words simply spurted out of your mouth, and you had no idea where you got the confidence to even speak like that in the first place. Maybe it was because you had already decided that it was A+ or nothing, and there was absolutely no way anyone was going to stand between you and your grade.

"Oh? And why can't you do it alone?" Sukuna asked, finally turning his gaze from his phone up to you.

His gaze was almost threatening, as if he was sizing you up. Which he was. After a moment of silence, and a slight shake of his head, "Fine." He said, turning on his heel and walking away. He did not, however, wait for you to follow, even though the way he ended the conversation implied that he wanted you to follow him.

"Oh-" Was it really that easy? Or was there a catch to his agreement. Whatever it was, you were sure you could handle it, but as for now, you quickly stuffed your things in your bag, rushing after him.

"And one more thing" He called over his shoulder, still continuing to walk. His voice sounded stern, unamused. It didn't have the same warmth and softness to it that Yuji had. Sukuna sounded cold, threatening and had a slight edge to it.

"We're not partners. Don't talk to me more than you need to."

"Okay" It wasn't as if you wanted to talk to him either, but it wasn't a big deal to affirm what he had said. "Well? Should we go to the library or somewhere else?" You asked awkwardly, fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt.

"I do whatever I want, and you're coming with. We're going to study at my place." Sukuna did not go to the library to study- hell, he didn't even study, and definitely not in a pair. He didn't even acknowledge you until you spoke, but you would have to follow anyway. He turned to walk, expecting you to fall in line.

"Alright..." You spoke under your breath, following him back to his house. You had been there a couple of times when you hung out with Yuji, Megumi and Nobara, but you had never seen Sukuna around at that time, and you had a slight hint that most of the times he was out partying, or getting wasted one way or the other.

Atleast that's what Yuji had told you.

His and Yuji's apartment was close to the campus, and that's where you two went. He crept inside the house, removing his shoes at the door and you did the same. The same cold voice spoke once again, and you were left with no choice but to follow him to his room.

The lights were off, and the place was lit by a window that let the sun shine inside.

"You can sit on the bed." Not bothering to say anything else, he threw his bag on the floor, choosing to sit on his desk and working on his PC. Surprisingly, he actually knew what the topic was, and had already collected some material regarding it.

"kay" You nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed as you placed down your bag beside you, taking out your own laptop to work.

The two of you worked in silence, the only sound echoing in the room was the typing sounds of keys, or the occasional sigh that escaped his lips.

He continued, rolling his neck to ease up some tension, he seemed to work in silence, only calling your name when he needed something from you.

After a couple of hours, Sukuna pushed his chair back, stretching his arms out. He had finally finished and it was, rather impressive. Sukuna's writing skills were, to say the least, superb.

"Are you nearly done yet?" He stood up from his chair, walking to stand beside you, leaning down a little to see what you were doing on your screen.

"Yeah, I'm almost done. Could you just mail me everything you've written? I'll compile it and print it out and maybe tomorrow we can work on actually doing the project practically, since we're almost done with the theoretical part?" You spoke in a soft tone, looking at him, waiting for his response.

*He stared back down at you, for about a whole minute, his gaze was almost intimidating. "Check your email." He sighed, standing back straight to stretch his arms once more. You nodded, checking your email just as he asked, only to find the work you needed already there in your inbox. Wasn't he efficient.

"Oh, well, thanks. I think we're done for the day, right? I guess we'll meet tomorrow then?" You acknowledged, before packing up your stuff in your bag, giving him a curt nod, a way of saying 'thank you.' He simply gave you a quick look, probably his way of telling that he heard you. With that, you darted out of his room and towards the font door, without sparing another glance towards him.

As you exited his apartment, you realised that you may or may not have left your phone on his bed. Dreading to face his gaze once more, you needed your phone to get home, so, with sweaty palms, you knock on his door once, waiting for him to open it. The door flew open, with Sukuna's annoyed expression, eyebrows crossed in annoyance, "What the hell do you want now brat?"

"I- I think I left my phone inside." You gulped, and he simply lets out a grunt of annoyance, opening the door just enough for you to slip in, which you do quickly, rushing to his room where you previously sat to find your phone. Luckily, it was easily spotted, kept on the nightstand. You quickly pick it up and pocket it, turning around to find him leaning on the door frame with the same cruel eyes of his.

Refusing to make eye contact with him, you try to swiftly exit the room, but fate had other plans for you. Tripping on whatever invisible obstacle that was placed in your path, you fall. On Sukuna.

A yelp escapes your mouth, thankfully, his reflexes were quick, but not quick enough, causing the two of you to fall on the floor, him taking the most of the collison. You're way to afraid to even open your eyes, because you knew you'd be met with the most deathly glare from the man beneath you. What makes things even worse, you were basically stradling his lap, hands on his chest, and let's not forget- his hands, on your ass. Your cheeks turn crimson at the realisation, as you squeezed you eyes shut, hoping that maybe, somehow a strike of thunder would evaporate you from the world.

You're frozen in place, not being able to do anything as you await the meanest string of cusses ever heard, probably even a shove too, but no. What you hear is much, much scarier. A chuckle. A chuckle from the Ryomen Sukuna. "What's got you blushing like a 'fuckin virgin eh?" His chuckle resonated in the silent room, making heat creep up your entire body. You weren't sure whether it was from embarassment or something entirely different.

"Aw, you like my hands on your ass brat?" He teased further, slightly squeezing your ass in between his hands, eliciting a gasp from your lips, your eyes flowing open, only to see a smug smirl on his face. You were sure at this point, your entire face was red, and maybe, just maybe he was right. You just might like his hands on your ass.

Seeing your reaction, he pushes you so you were properly stradling his lap now, squeezing your ass once more, this time a little harder. "Let me guess- y're a virgin?" He concluded, from the looks you were giving. Was it really that obvious? Well, there's no point in lying anyway. You nod slowly, as he barks out a laugh, causing you to flinch a little, "Fuckin hell," He shook his head, the smirk still on his face, "Your cunt must be fucking tight, hm?"

His words made you shudder, and god you'd be lying if you said his words didn't give you the tingling feeling in your lower stomach. "Hah. Tell me this then, what would happen if i did," He gripped your ass tightly, and without putting in any effort, he lifted you up along with himself, causing you to mewl. Your legs were now hanging beside him, his hands still on your ass as he walked and thre you on his bed, quite a bit violently for your liking.

"W-What are you trying to do?" Your voice came out meekly, but he simply chuckled once more. "let's say; if i were to do, this," He moved closer to you, his hands gripping at your waist, pulling you closer to him, slowly snaking his hands under your shirt, his cold hands feeling electrical on your bare skin as you bit back a hiss, "And then, this," His hands were moving up and down your waist, inching closer and closer to the hem of your bra, "Do you like this?" He smirked, now enveloping his finger around your waist, pulling you in a way that you were laying on you back, with him on top of you.

Fuck him and his annoying, good looking, smug face. You never found him to be even remotely attractive before, so why were you dripping in your panties then? Was it your touch-deprived brain feel so turned on from finally being touched by someone else other than your own fingers? Probably.

Almost like he could read your mind, his skilled fingers traveled to the hem of your pants, raising his eyebrows, his way of asking if you wanted it. Not a single word came out of your mouth, breath hitching in your throat. You weren't sure yourself, whether you wanted this or not, but he took your silence as approval, pulling down your pants in an instant, followed by the removal of your shirt as well. It all happened so quickly that there was no time to process it, before his tongue was inside your mouth, while his hands roamed around your underwear clad body. You moaned softly in the kiss, his experienced lips guiding your own, his tongue exploring your mouth. Messy, sloppy and rough. He didn't stop kissing you, wanting to go on forever.

He breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connecting both of your lips and the sight makes the sensation in your lower stomach even stronger, feeling yourself growing wetter and wetter every moment.

You want to say something, anything at all, but you trail off, your throat feeling dry when his fingers tease along the line of your jaw, down to your chin. Tipping it up, he leans in and leaves a warm kiss on your throat, trailing lower, lower and lower until he reaches the valley of your breasts, fingers travelling to your back to unclasp the hook of the bra, throwing it away somewhere along the rest of your clothes. He bites down on the sensitive skin just about your left nipple, before lapping it with his tongue. His free hand plays with your other nipple pinching and pulling at it.

Each and every action he does causes a new sound to erupt from deep within you, the way you responded made him go wild. There was just something about virgins that made him lose his mind. The way they responded from just the slightest touch- or how wet their cunts get from just kissing. But he'd have to admit, you were his favorite by far. It wasn't just you that responded to him, it was your whole body, wanting more and more from him. He loved it.

His fingers brush over your clothed folds before he cups your mound. Grinding the heel of his palm against you gently, you roll your hips up into his touch, rubbing against his hand, "God.. Do you feel that doll, feel how soaked you are? getting my hand wet by just rubbing it over your pantie, tch, I bet you'd stain my sheets from just how wet this little pussy is." Closing your eyes shut at his words, you feel yourself leaning more and more into his touch, wanting nothing more than for him to touch you, directly.

Eager pants leave you when his fingers teasingly dip between your folds through the thin material of your panties. The fabric is damp already and as he teases you with touches that are entirely too gentle for your rising desperation, you find yourself whining under his cruel touch. He simply chuckles, "tch, now, now, it's not nice to get all eager, you should be thankful to me." His actions get more cruel, as he does nothing but play with your folds from over the fabric.

Satisfied with how you’re whining underneath him, he slides his fingers to the hem of your panties, pulling them down with a snap against your skin, retreating to keep them in the drawer of his bedside stand. The air hits your wet cunt, causing you to shiver, as you push yourself on your elbows, watching him look at your cunt with greedy eyes. Spreading your legs further apart, two of his fingers dip into your hole and he is pleased to find it welcoming him into your tight heat. A loud moan slips past your lips, as you feel his fingers dip inside you.

This was way better than any time when you had touched yourself on your own, his two fingers stretching you out better than anything. The length of his fingers caused you to jerk, feeling the slightest bit of pain from how long and thick they were, small tears forming in the corner of your eyes "Shitttt look at you" He grunts, and you look up at him, only to see him palming the tent in his pants, "You're nearly crying from my fingers, how are you gonna take my cock doll?" He chuckles cruelly, picking up the pace of his fingers inside you.

Your walls pulse around him and you arch your body into him when he curls the digits up and rubs exploratively within your pussy, trying to find the spot that makes you see stars.

He's too rough, adding a third finger and pushes all three of them into you down to the knuckle. This tears a gasp from your throat and you buck your hips up into his touch, over and over again, as you feel the strength leave your legs. You were seeing stars now, eyes closed shut, gasps and moans leaving your mouth. He loved the sight, continuing his pace, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"Su-Sukuna, 'm gonna cum-!" Your fingers grip the sheets beside you, your entire body shaking from the intensity and quickness of his fingers, moaning his name over and over again, "Good girl, good fucking girl, cum for me" He smirks, adding his thumb to rub circles on your clit, a yelp flies from your mouth as you're a sweaty mess under his touch. With a few more pumps from his fingers, you're yelling out his name, knuckles white from how hard you had been gripping the sheets as he guides you through your high, the intense wave of pleasure hitting hard, head hitting the plush mattress as your arms give out, and everything seemed a little dizzy around you.

He retreats his fingers, causing your cunt to clench around nothing. You hear him zipping down his pants, chuckling dryly. "Cmon slut, I ain't done with you yet." His hands grab at your waist, flipping you over so that your head was pressed against the mattress, and your ass was facing him. Huffing, you turn around to see him, eyes widening when you're met with the sight of his cock instead.

It was long, not too long but longer than the average one you saw in porn. He was girthy too, multiple veins running down to the tip of dick. The tip was flushed red, leaking with pre-cum, his hand grabbing the base of it. What caught your eye was that the tattoos that decorated his entire body ended just where his dick started.

"Aren't you going to use a- a condom?" You objected, slightly biting your lip. He simply scoffs, "Trust me, you don't want to use a condom for your first time doll, it's just more painful." He shrugs, his finger collecting the pre cum from his tip before pumping his hand up and down on his entire length. He looks at you with his eyebrows raised and a slight pout, "If you're that worried I'll buy you morning after pills alright?" He sighs, before aligning the tip of his cock with your already sensitive cunt, causing you to shiver.

One of his hands holds your waist, while the other grips your ass, slapping it twice and kneading the soft flesh, before he starts pushing more and more of his dick inside you, grunting every time your walls pulse around him.

You're holding back tears from how painful it was feeling, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw some blood. He notices how tense you are, massaging the small of your back, "Relax, it's going to be worse if you're tensed up, brat." His grip tightened against your hip, and just when he was almost inside you, he bottomed out, pulling your hips to meet his torso, eliciting a loud cry from you, and a drawled out grunt from him.

*"Fuck you're so tight" He moans, throwing his head back, giving you a moment to adjust to his length, tears spilling from your eyes. Carefully, he starts moving. You lean your head back, your jaw dropping open and a moan leaving your throat. The way his cock stretches your walls out, pain and pleasure are mixed together, "'s to big sukuna!" He ignores your cries, gripping tightly against your hit as he starts to pick up his pace, the pain slowly turning into a pleasurable feeling.

He pulls back totally, leaving only the tip inside your cunt before ramming inside. You cry out with pleasure, clenching your walls around his cock as he thrusts in and out of your pussy with no mercy. His hand which was previously gripping your waist grabs your left tit, groping and pawing at it, pinching the nipple over and over again. The bed shakes underneath you and sounds of skin slapping against each other resonate in the room. The scene was so lewd, your pussy making squelching sounds every time he thrusts a little harder, hitting the sweet spot within you.

Every so often the squelching nosies of your pussy can be heard as Sukuna thrusts his cock inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth gaping open as loud moans and whimpers leave your throat. He was too rough, too rough to be your first time, but there was this thrill you got every time he bullied past your walls, hitting deep inside you.

He grunts, his fingers trailing up your back and to the nape of your neck, before he grips it hard, pulling you back so that your back was against his chest. His hand now held your throat from the front, and the new angle made you feel that he was inside your stomach, thrusting harder and harder.

Sukuna watches as his cock slides in and out of you, filling you up with pleasure. Sinful whimpers and cries leave your throat, strained from the hand wrapped around your throat. He could get used to the scene, watching how your tits bounced up and down with every mean thrust of his, how your hands desperately tried to find something to grab a hold of. Oh how he loved this.

You moan, feeling your mind shut from the pleasure, and how strongly the feeling of pleasure was creeping up. You were going to come again, "Sukuna ah- ah shit! I'm- I'm gonna come!"

"Not yet" He grunts, breath fanning over your ear as his thrusts become sloppier, "Not yet" his words are drawled out, "Gonna fill you up, yeah, take it like the good whore you are mhm?" He whispers, licking your ear and nearly sending you over the edge, "Sukuna pl-please! I-I need to-" "Shit- fuck, cum on my dick then" You felt hot, sticky ropes of his cum filling you up, as he thrusts once more, feeling everything empty out in you.

It's a lot, oozing out from your sore, abused cunt. The two of you pant heavily, His fingertips give your throat a light squeeze as he starts to roll his hips back, and you drop to the mattress, feeling more than euphoric, stars, moons, the entire universe clouding your thoughts. You were on cloud 9, even though your core was still shaking, even if he had fucked his cum deep inside you. It didn't matter, it was all too ecstatic, the daze you felt better than any high anyone could have ever experienced. You heard him chuckle, feeling his hands press on your worn out and shaky thighs, almost as if massaging the sore muscles.

It's bad to set expectations from him though, because all he did was use his thumb to collect his cum that leaked out of your hole to your thighs, pushing it all back inside. Giving your ass one last slap he stood up, and got dressed in just his sweatpants, and just then, you heard your name being called.

Your eyes widen as you realise who it was, turning around to see Yuji standing in the doorway, his eyes wide and an expression of disgust on his face.

"Get out you measly brat" Sukuna groaned, pushing his hair back before slamming the door in poor Yuji's face.

This just got a lot awkward, didn't it?

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bixbythemartian · 1 month

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Okay, I wasn't going to say anything, but I've seen posts about this get passed around. And it's probably too late to push back on this, anyway, but I'm so frustrated I feel the need to say to say something. This is coming from a place of love- I just hate seeing this going around, and I want to offer some perspective on the matter.

First of all, regarding that poll where the user did not know how to pronounce 'Miette'- if you look in the replies, it doesn't take long to discover that the OP was genuinely confused about the pronunciation and, when corrected, was working to get it right. That poll came from a place of innocent ignorance. I hope the OP took it down and stopped reblogs and turned notes off or whatever, because some people said some awful shit. I hope you are the kind of person who is kind and understanding, in the face of such ignorance. Or, if you can't be that, I hope you can at the very least be quiet. (And props to the people in the replies who patiently and kindly explained things to the OP.)

Second of all, I've seen a lot of posts talking about literacy rates, and I'd like to point out that English literacy has very little to do with figuring how to pronounce a French fucking word, goddamn. The OP just didn't know. The dunking, the pointing, the laughing- rude, unnecessary, not helpful.

Thirdly, in response to the complaints of 'they don't even teach phonics in schools these days'- that's bullshit. Because the odds are very good that they didn't teach phonics in schools when you went to school, either.

When I was a kid, it was called Whole Language. It was the new hot literacy technique, and a lot of schools adopted it. It used cueing techniques and sight words and was very similar.

If you're a millennial, you might remember the commercials for Hooked on Phonics, and you might conclude that teaching phonics in schools was perhaps not common, if you think about that for a bit. If it was worth it to sell a whole reading tutoring program for struggling readers based in phonics, perhaps it might lead one to conclude that phonics weren't as common as other methods, right? You might not have been taught phonics to start. What you do know about phonics, you might have picked up in the past 20-30 years, right?

Okay. Lets go back further, you know Dick and Jane? It was based on, more or less, the same sight words principle, and those primers date from the 1930s, although I don't think that teaching technique came really into vogue until the 40s.

If you are alive, today, in the United States, the likelihood that you were not taught phonics in school is well above non-zero. Especially if you're a millennial.

The notable exception is the 1970s. And during that period of time, there were probably plenty of schools that still used fucking Dick and Jane. And plenty of schools that were starting to adopt Whole Language, because while it was popular in the 80's and 90's, it was developed before. So, Gen X, you didn't get out of this unscathed either, though you had a better chance of getting a phonics-based reading program, I think.

'Kids these days' are not less literate because they were taught wrong. A great deal of us who are alive and speak English as a first language were taught wrong.

(I also think this is the common way English as a Second Language is taught and I'm sorry if you learned sight words, it's so much less intuitive than phonics, and English phonics aren't particularly intuitive. But I know a lot less about this, and I'm not sure.)

The reason some younger people struggle with language and words that I, for example, don't, is that I've been reading and speaking the language a lot longer. That's it. That's likely the same thing for you.

Please quit mocking people for their lack of information, for a start. I don't blame you for not knowing this about the literacy programs, for example. I had to do a lot of research on this. Right? Odds are good, you didn't know this.

And you are hitting people who struggle with literacy for other reasons- English as a second language, for example. The people who deal with dyslexia, there's plenty of autistic people who struggle to communicate fluently in their first language, and many more people who struggle with learning, speaking, and otherwise communicating in English for a huge variety of reasons.

Even if you're right, you're hitting people who had no choice in the language method they were taught from. They were five.

I don't think people mean to be unkind, generally (some do, but we block and move on), but it's really frustrating to a lot of snark circulate without the greater context of 'actually, a lot of English speakers of all age groups were taught English this way, especially USAmericans' and 'hey, what does English literacy have to do with pronouncing a French word, anyway?'

Okay? Okay.

Love you bye

#literacy

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blue-sadie · 8 months

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Save Him

Moon System x Ex Reader

Summary: he thought he could save you but leaving you was the worst thing he ever did

Warning: pet death, dog name = buddy

Yn/3rd person pov

I groaned out in pain as I dragged my battered body across my floor crawling over to my fur baby "buddy" I chocked as I finally reached him I felt my eyes glaze over with tears as I looked over his wounded body "buddy".

My hands trembled as they went to touch him "no no no" I cried and slowly cradled him into my body "please stay with me please" I kissed his snot "p-please don't leave me".

The tears fell from my cheeks onto his fur dampening it I screamed out hoping someone would come help me "someone please" the tears flowed down my cheeks like a river and my lips quivered.

I let my eyes wonder over the recked apartment searching for anything that could help me my eyes locked on my phone I threw at the intruders "come on" I cried and slowly clawed my way to it still holding buddy tightly in my arms.

"Fuck" I coughed seeing a small splatter of blood land on the floor infront of me as I reached out for my phone screaming out as it damaged my wounds more.

I opened the phone as fast as my bloodied finger tips let me going straight to contacts my heart froze I didn't have anyone to call and for the life of me I couldn't remember the emergency number 'why can't they all be 911'.

I scrolled through my contacts knowing if I couldn't get a hold of anyone soon it would be the end for me, my hand stopped as I came to his number he was the only one in this area that could help me.

We didn't end on good terms so would he help me anyways I sighed in pain and pressed call it rang for a few minutes before being sent into voice mail "fuck" I cried and hit call again "please please pick up" I pleaded.

It went to voice mail again "m-marc, please I-I don't have anyone else to call, they broke in and I'm wounded buddy is hurt please.... I need you" my voice wavered as I spoke the last words.

My thumb hesitantly pressed the hung up bottom and it was like the whole world fell into a maddening silence except for the sound of my short breathes.

I placed the phone down beside me and sat myself up against the flipped over couch keeping buddy close to my chest hugging him tightly because I was afraid he'll disappear.

The minutes that passed felt like ours it was funny how when your in pain time almost slowed down into a complete stop, with each passing minute breathing started becoming harder and my vision started to darken.

I looked towards the door praying for something to happen and that's when I heard it the thundering foots coming down the corridor and the familiar voice I once loved "yn" he sounded breathless as he banged on the door.

I watched as the door flung open to reveal a very freaked out marc who rushed towards me "s-save him" I choked trying to pass buddy to marc but I didn't have the strength "shh I got to help you" marc whispered and gently took him from my arms and layed him beside.

I tried pushing his hands away from me "save him, save him please" I sob and tried to get out of his arms as he picked me up to get back to buddy's side "he'll want me to take care of you yn" marc tried calming me down but I just pushed my head into his neck trying to convince him to go back but all my words were landing on deaf ears.

He gently layed me in the back of the car and rushed to the driver's seat and as soon as the door closed I could see him change "t-take me back jake" I whimpered my throat tightening as I started to cough "I'm sorry mi amor" was all he said before driving towards the hospital but all I remember was rounding the first corner before sleep took me.

Jakes pov

I paced back and forth in the waiting room as steven frantically tried to calm himself down while marc didn't speak at all "this is all our fault" I stared at Steven in the mirror that was to the side of me "we did this to her they did this to her because of us".

We just listened to him because we knew he was right "Mr Lockley" I snapped turning towards the lady calling out to me "any news" I asked and walked to her swiftly she shook her head "she is still in surgery but I think it's best you head home we have your number for any updates on your friend".

My heart stung as she called yn our friend, I looked towards the mirror again and saw marc watching me with puffy eyes "ok gracius" I murmured and slowly walked out the door to my car "why are we abandoning her" steven shouted but I just ignored him and got in.

The drive was almost silent, Steven's shouts had turned into mutters and whispers, I was on autopilot I've driven there so many times I could do it blind folded "what are we doing here jake" marc spoke up for the first time "the least we can do is clean up the mess we caused" i muttered I closed my eyes and let steven take control.

Steven pov

I climbed up the stairs and with step getting closer my heart felt more shattered, I paused outside the broken door taking a long breath before pushing it open, I looked over all her ruined belongings "what have we done" I whispered and with shakey legs went inside.

My eyes locked on buddy's unmoving body I slowly went to sit close to him but not touch him, a single tear ran down my face as I stared at his blood covered fur I covered my face as the tears got worse "we could have saved them" my breathes quickened as I cried.

"If we just came earlier" I sunk further into myself with each word I spoke flashes of all the good memories we had filled my mind "she didn't deserve this" I whispered into my hands, "steven" I ignored marc and didn't even bother to look up "Steven" this time it was jake.

"What" I whispered my breath catching as I looked up "buddy" I asked causing the small dog to bark I looked around the apartment to see if this was a joke but no one else was there "buddy" I cried out in joy and brought the dog into my arms he squirmed in my arms and licked my face barking in excitement.

"H-how" I frowned my brows in confusion I looked behind me once more to see khonsu there "she is what we protect" he spoke calmly "she is the light no one shell extinguish" "thank you khonsu" I murmured and gently put buddy down.

My sadness felt lifted "let's fix this place up shell we" I smiled petting buddy one last time before standing up I sighed out and looked around the room "let's get to work" I murmured, I just did the basics like picking up all the broken pieces of her gadgets and shards of glass and putting back all her furniture back and when I was done with that I just felt like to do extra.

I washed all of her dirty clothes that were all over her bathroom floor, changed her bed sheets, I did the dishes sorted out her fridge and pantry even decided to vacuum and mop all her floors in till the place was spotless "good days work" I smiled admiring all of my hard work but suddenly a yawn escaped my lips "a quick nap won't hurt" I murmured and slowly collapsed onto her comfy couch.

Marc's pov

I stared at the familiar ceiling for I don't know how long its been about 5 days since the break in, I was stuck in my head for most of it, my hands softly petted buddy as he layed on my stomach I thought of many different ways we could have prevented this from happening or how I could stop this from happening in the future "we should go see her" steven murmured but I just sighed and moved buddy carefully off of me "she doesn't want to see us steven" I said and rubbed my face.

I looked towards the door as I heard nearing footsteps to the door the person knocked lightly and spoke "ms yn, it's the adoption agency" I tilted my head I confusion as I got up and opened the door "oh your not ms yn" the woman murmured looking down at her clip board in confusion "I'm her... friend im house sitting for a while may I help you with something" I sighed crossing my arms she nodded eagerly and brought out a cage that was behind her.

"Um this is her cat she has the food and everything the last time I check" the lady rambled and pushed the cage into my hands I nodded lifted the cage up to look in, my eyes softened as I saw the kitten we talked about adopting a few months perier "does he have a name yet" i asked "yes let's see here" she dragged her finger down the page "uh khonsau chandu I can't say that" the lady huffed and showed me the paper I laughed "khonsu" I whispered.

The lady nodded "here please sign here and here" I gently placed the cage inside and signed the paper "ok have a good day" the lady walked off hurriedly I closed the door quietly and slowly opened the cage so I didn't frighten it "come on little guy" I smiled to see the little kitten shyly walk out it looked around its surroundings his gaze landing on buddy who just sat patiently staring at him with curiosity I smiled fondly at the two.

My phone started to vibrate in my pocket and I took it out and answered it "hello" I murmured "hi Mr lockley, this is the hospital phoning to let you know ms yn is being released now and is being taken home I'm sure it would be easier if your there as well" I confirmed with the caller that I was already here "that is all thank you" the caller said before hanging up I popped my phone back into my pocket and took a deep breath "everything is going to be ok".

Yn pov

I stared out the window, he didn't come visit once maybe he hates me more now and just saved me out of guilt "we're almost there" the driver smiled back at me through the review mirror I gave him a forced smile back, I didn't want to go back and deal with the whole mess and... buddy I bit my lip I have to stay strong, my body trembled as the car came to a stop I felt weak and just wanted to srivel up and disappear "here we go ms" the driver opened up the door for me and helped me out.

"Do you need me to walk you u-" "I got it from here thanks" my eyes snapped to Marc's as he stepped out from my building the driver looked at me for confirmation I nodded slowly "ok have a nice day ms" the driver said before getting back in his car and driving off, I just stared at Marc not knowing what to saw "hi" he said nervously, I let out a shakey breathe "I'm sorry for getting you involved" I murmured making him frown his eyes in confusion "you don't have to apologize for that yn it wasn't your fault" he reassured walking up to me.

He wrapped his arm around me carefully "now come on we have a surprise for you" he smiled and helped me into the building "I swear Marc if you stuffed my dog I will chop of your balls" I murmured half jokingly, for some reason it almost feels like we're back to normal he chuckled and shook his head and urged me first into my apartment I hesitated for a minute "it's ok" he whispered rubbing his hand comfortly up and down my back I let out a sigh and opened up the door my eyes instantly widening.

"H-how" it was like time has been rewinded "buddy" I squealed out and caught the dog as he leaped into my arms I stumbled a bit but marc caught me "and look over there" he murmured his hands still around me as he pointed I looked over to see the cat I adopted slowly walking towards us I placed buddy and watched in aw as the two played, i glanced at marc to see him already staring at me, I felt my heart full once again "thank you guys" I smiled and leaned up onto my tip toes and layed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

He blushed and dark red his hands tighten around me keeping me close to him "I'm sorry yn" he whispered making me shake my head "you were only trying to protect me" I murmured "but that almost got you killed" I could see the tears welling up in his eyes I gently raised my hands to his face and caressed his cheeks "you did even though you ignored me the first time" I squinted my eyes playfully at him making him chuckle "you protect everyone every single day so you can protect me" I murmured and pecked his lips.

"I will always protect you, I thought I was by leaving you but it just shows me how much I need you and I'll never miss up like this again I promise you"

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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hi!!!! I'm back with re-reading your works since I caught a flu and can't do anything really. sooo, idk if it has been asked already, but can I request for Izana being adopted by the reader? will things be different? how would he react? oh, and of course please don't forget Kaku. I can't imagine the two of them being separated. thank you! you can ignore this if you want 🫶🏼

This is so cute.

(Name) was absolutely taken by the two young boys before him, Izana and Kakucho were their names.

"So...you adopted us both?"

"Of course, you can't seperate best friends right?"

Izana and Kakucho were very attached to (name), the man kind and caring.

"So this is your room, I didn't know if you two wanted to share or have seperate rooms but if you guys decide you want seperate rooms we can always turn the spare into one of your rooms" (name) said softly and the two boys looked at the room in awe "there's plenty of space for your clothes and anything you guys want"

Izana wasn't crying.

Kakucho wasn't crying.

No proof.

(Name) saw the two set down photos beside their beds and had an idea.

When the two went to school (name) took the photos to the closest photo store and made copies slightly bigger.

He made sure everything was in place when they got home, the boys tired as they walked down the hall only to pause "since this is the family wall, I thought you guys should have your family there as well"

(Name) managed to get ahold of Izana other family, the Sanos and got into regular contact with the boys grandfather.

The two parties met regularly and at some point the boys went to sleep overs with Mikey and Emma, their half and step siblings and vice versa.

It was nice seeing them so happy.

(Name) was happy that his sons and sort of step kids got along, apparently Mikey invited other friends as well to the sleep over.

The trio went to the grocery store to get some snacks for the sleep over, the two excited as apparently Mikey was starting some form of group and wanted them and their friends to be apart of it.

The two kept the whole gang activities away from their dad.

He was a worry wort to begin with.

"Ok I think this is good, you two think you need anything else?"

"No dad"

"This is fine dad"

That was another development, they regularly called him dad.

He totally didn't cry when they said it.

(Name) drove them to the Sano dojo, also dropping off dinners to give Emma and Grandpa Sano a break "hello again Mr.Sano" (name) said as the three bowed to their elder, the old man letting them in "why don't you boys bring this into the kitchen, yeah?"

"(Name)?" Emma called out as she poked her head from the hall to see her sort of step dad "ah, hello Emma!" (Name) said to the girl "the boys are putting the food away, I made sure to pack your favorite" (name) said kindly and Emma beamed "thank you!" She bounced to the kitchen to get her beloved food before Mikey snagged it.

(Name) chatted with Mr. Sano for a bit, enjoying some tea as the doorbell rang.

Mikey had joined them at this point and answered the door, letting a handful of teens inside.

"Well I guess I best be off, have a good night Mr. Sano" (name) said and got up to leave only to see a bunch of teenagers staring at him wide eyed "oh hello! I'm Izana and Kakuchos dad" he greeted the teens who looked at him like he was a god.

Draken sighed, having met (name) before and he wouldn't deny that Izana and Kakuchos dad was a total dilf but come on.

Have some class.

"Well you kids have fun, behave and remember I love you" (name) said to his kids and step kids, grandpa Sano going to go watch his shows before bed.

"Kakucho, Izana" Baji said slowly and the two knew he was gonna say some dumb shit "your dad's a total dilf"

"Shut the fuck up" Kakucho seethed and then came the argument of if they would have a chance with the twos dad amongst the non Sano/(lastname)s.

Except Sanzu.

Because Sanzu knew that his brother was seeing (name).

Because he totally went through his phone once and knew that (name) was also making plans for the boys to meet each other and such.

For now though? He just watched the group fight like idiots.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #dad reader #izana x reader x kakucho #izana x male reader x kakucho #platonic

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oneshlut · 7 months

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Your writing is so good!!! I’m so happy to finally have found someone who writes for Flug! (And I feel like you capture his personality so well :,) ) Could I request some headcanons for Flug with a partner who gives him a lot of handmade gifts. From paintings or little sculptures, to poems/letters and songs. Basically a really artsy reader who just likes giving personal gifts to Flug! ^^ (and maybe even some to 505 as well, like handmade plushies) Thank you sm!

A/N: you are TOO sweet! i love hearing about how much you all love my writing, and flug is one of my favorites to write for!! i'll try my best to convey the reader's personality and all, thanksies for requesting! <33

Homemade Affection (Dr. Flug x Artistic!Reader) [Headcanons]

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Summary: Headcanons of Dr. Flug with an artistic S/O, who creates trinkets, paintings, letters, etc. as gifts. Extra meeting and confessing headcanons

Dr. Flug is hardly someone you'd describe as creative. His inventions were great! But the designs were.. well, practical, I suppose. They were made exactly how they were supposed to be, just to the extent for the machinery to work. So he had never put too much effort into designs when it came to his work.

His inventions also usually never had anything special added to them. Flug makes things exactly how they're asked to be made, and nothing else. He's a man of order and schedule, and honestly can't live without it. Which is why he forgets to add an off button to most of his inventions.

You, on the other hand, loved free-will. Especially when it came to your own creations, art, paintings, writings--everything! If you did care for order and all, you make sure to add your own personal color to your schedule. Doodles can be found all over any paper you're given, and in your spare time/all the time, you'd create plushies, sculptures, collages.. truly, anything artistic. Anything you were given, you incorporated some sort of pigment into it.

You had first met him when you joined Blackhat Org., for villainy and such. Surprisingly, you were a great addition to the company! Surprising to Dr. Flug, at least. Now, he's usually not one to judge, but you were practically radiating with color, so he kinda thought you were just a Demencia duplicate. Upon meeting you, he found himself pleasantly shocked.

Flug was intriguing to you. So incredibly different than you, yet somehow, you two clicked. He was a nervous wreck, yet somehow put together. Kinda like you! (jk)

The more time you spent with him, the more Dr. Flug got comfortable with your presence. When he was having a busy day, he'd sometimes ask you to do small things for him. You, most of the time, obliged. Unless you were busy as well--most likely busy painting something that doesn't need to be painted.

Confessions? Oh--yes! Right, right.. well, Flug kinda had this whole plan written out of how he'd admit his feelings for you. He would pace around his room for hours, mumbling incoherent, scrambled thoughts of what would be the uttermost perfect way to confess. He doesn't know what the term "Don't overthink it" means. His rambles, walking to nowhere, and planning usually came to a pause when you stopped by.

How ignorant he was, because as he was writing out a plan that reached to the floor, you were cooking up your own idea to confess aswell. Except, you weren't focused on making it perfect. You wanted it to seem like it came from you. Yup, you were writing a confession letter to Flug. And yes, it did have doodles all over it.

When Dr. Flug left his laboratory for a moment, you stood to leave. Not after leaving your letter there, though. When he returned, he was worried about where you went, before the letter caught his eye.

He chuckled staring at the small doodles that covered the page. Then he read what you wrote..

Oh. His bag immediately flushed a deep red.

When the two of you got together, you immediately started on little crafts to give him. Either for dates, valentines day, christmas, or any holiday! Maybe one day for your anniversary..

Oh, Dr. Flug adores them. Every little thing you give him goes on a shelf right next to his jet collection. He treasures them as if they were of his own creation--because they were of yours. Nothing will be able to beat the feeling of receiving a gift from you. His eyes never fail to light up at the sight of your artwork. Yeah, he's head over heels. Not saying he worships you like a god, but he definitely looks up to you.

That confession letter definitely wasn't your last letter. Occasionally, you'd write him notes or letters for him when you couldn't make it to his lab. Sometimes love poems! Flug definitely tripped over his shoes reading your first love poem to him. He still can't believe such romantic subjects that he usually saw in movies were being shown.. towards him, of all people.

If you wrote a song for him? Dr. Flug would cry. Sorry, no way around it, his heart would throb and suddenly all his love for you was just flowing out in the form of tears. Afterwards, if you gave him a recorded tape of the song, he'd listen to it daily. Sometimes on loop in the background when he's doing work. He'd get distracted often, though...

The plushies definitely tugged at his heartstrings, though. You once gave him a plush heart, and he kept it on his desk everyday. Until 5.0.5. got to it. Dr. Flug once checked up on him to see how he was doing, before seeing him sleeping soundly, cuddling the knit creation you gifted him. After Flug sent a photo of it to you, because he was practically close to breaking down due to how wholesome the scene was, you knew exactly what you had to do.

The next day, you came in to the lab with two small hand-knit stuffies for 5.0.5. One sunflower, and one little mini-5.0.5. You were proud with how they turned out! Part of you wanted to keep them because of how cute they were, but you knew they were a gift for 5.0.5.

As soon as Dr. Flug set his sight on the stuffed plushies, his heart immediately warmed up. It honestly baffled him that someone would do that for 5.0.5., but I guess you were a naturally kind person. He was so lucky to have you, he realizes. After wiping the slightest bit of tears from his goggles, he took them and put them carefully with the rest of 5.0.5.'s stuffed animals.

Dr. Flug will now occasionally ask you to help him with his inventions designs, spotting your eye for color and overall talent when it came to.. well, art.

The two of you work together well, as both work-partners and.. partners. Flug adores your colorful nature, and you adore his technical nature. You snap together like yin and yang, and Dr. Flug couldn't ask for anything more than who you are.

If things keep going the way they are, you may wind up soulmates.

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nox-writes · 1 year

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Gyeong-su x GN!reader

Warnings: None i think? Except Nayeon because she's so annoying and if anyone says that she deserved better then i hope the both sides of your pillow are warm and i also hope that you step on a big puddle and your shoes get soaked (i don't need to put zombies and dying in the warnings cuz if you've watched the series then it's pretty obvious that this will mention zombies and death)

so.. let's start with the fact that he is a super sweet guy

And he is so likeable

and sweet

and loveable

and likeable

and i love him😻😻

Anygays when you two first strated dating and he was new to the whole thing, you decided to take things slow in the beginning.

Even though he wanted to tell everyone that he had an awesome partner like you, he still kept his mouth shut.

After about 4 months of dating, you decided to tell your friends about the relationship

Some of them figured it out by themselves, but some had to be told a million times until they believed atleast 50% that it wasn't a joke or anything (Daesu and Woojin)

After you told your friends about your relationship, they couldn't stop teasing you about it

Especially Cheong-san

He LOVES teasing you two about how cute you two look when you are practically sitting on Gyeong-sus (sus) lap because you are sitting so close to each other

On-jo would think it's the cutest thing ever. There is something about you two that makes her so happy for you

First time when Gyeong-su said "I love you" was when you had been dating for 7 months

It took some time to say it since he's really bad at expressing his strong feelings such as love

But you said it back to him and he couldn't be happier

And when Nayeon tries to make fun of him for being poor, you would stand up to him

He would look at you with puppy eyes and thank you for being there for him and stopping him for hurting Nayeon

This man can't afford to get expelled from school, so he doesn't want to pick a fight with anyone

Now for the zombie apocalypse

So when the zombie apocalypse first starts, you two got separated and later found each other again

It was a cute reunion after being separated for so long and your frineds stared at you two in awe when you hugged and shared a kiss when you found each other

When you made your way to the recording room, you thought you would both survive

But that stupid ass bitchy bitch Nayeon went and put the zombie blood rag/cloth on his scratch..

You first didn't think anything of it, thinking that Nayeon just wanted to hel him

But that didn't sound like something Nayeon would do

Gyeong-su followed her outside of the room yelling something at her and you were thinking what Nayeon did to make him so upset

You got your answer

Gyeong su was yelling at Nayeon for calling him a welfie once again but then..

His nose started bleeding. (Again since last time he got hit by a broom lmao)

Your eyes widened in fear and you and Cheongsan were both terrified and denying the fact that he was turning

You tried to come up with an excuse

When he turned into a zombie you were too sad to even try anything to stop him from trying to bite you

After getting zombified Gyeong-su out of the room, you couldn't handle it anymore

It hurt to lose the one you loved and you were crying hard

Nam-ra then told you all about what Nayeon did to Gyeong-su

You were literally blinded by anger

You always knew that Nayeon was an asshole and didn't like Gyeong-su but you didn't think she'd go that far

You cursed and yelled at her for god knows how long after she was on the ground when Cheongsan pushed her

And even when she left the room you all were in you were still mad

You didn't speak to anyone for atleast an hour when suddenly Ji-min came by your side to try to comfort you

You heard her talk to you about knowing how it felt to lose someone you love, due to the fact that she lost her parents to the virus

You broke down and started crying again and she hugged you tightly

You two ended up cuddling on the floor against a wall

After Gyeong-su died, you wanted to stay strong for him so you decided to do everything it takes to stay alive.

Aaaaaahhh i loved writing this and this was not requested but i wrote this for fun. Speaking of which, you should consider requesting a fic you would want me to write. Remember that i write for male and gn reader only. If you want female stories go check my Wattpad; Call-_-Me-_-Nox

#aouad #all of us are dead #gyeongsu #gyeong-su #aouad fanfic #headcanon #aouad headcanons #gyeongsu x gn reader #gyeong-su x gnreader #Gyeong-su X GNreader #x gender neutral reader

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veayrss · 1 year

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The break down.

Carl grimes x GN!reader

Warning: the lineup, cursing, blood, NEGAN.

Summery: you and the people you grow to love go through something life changing. And lose someone more important to you then anything.

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After losing your parents, your friends you've made and gotten close to along the way of surviving a fucking zombie apocalypse wouldn't you want to cry? To be angry? Wouldn't you want to let go of all your emotions?

Yeah I would to. But I can't. I can't be seen as weak and vulnerable, I need to say strong for everyone.

After losing everyone and everything there has been one person there for me, Glenn Rhee. He was my fathers best friend and my godfather. So after my parents passed he took me and my brothers in.

Glenn was there for me in a way no one ever was, not even my boyfriend Carl Grimes, do t get me wrong he's an amazing boyfriend. But Glenn understands me more than I understand my self.

Now, imagine. Having only one person left that knows you more then your self and has the patience for you? You would love them like no other. That is how it is with Glenn. He's like my dad. And having to sit in a line, watching a guy talk about nonsense, threatening to kill us is nerve-racking.

"You..." he points to someone, I can't even see, everything is blurry from my tears

"Are..." he pointed to Glenn, my tears fell down from my face, scared. But he continued walking.

"..." my hands start shaking. I don't want anyone to die but it looks like we have no choice. One of us will.

"It." I let out a choked sob as he points his stupid fucking bad to Abraham.

"If anybody moves, if anybody says anything. Cut the boys other eye out, and feed it to his father, and then we'll start." He tells us standing there in-front of Abraham.Now not just my hands are shaking my whole body is. "You can breath."

Abraham sticks a peace sign up at Sasha, it was there thing. When she see's it she starts to break down. "You can blink. You can cry." He gets in stance, "hell.." he gets ready to swing.

I want to look away but I can't. As he goes to hit Abraham he says,"You all are bout to be doing that!"

BAM

He hits him. Sasha starts crying more then before, rosita is crying, Carl, we all are. I look down at the grown "Oho! Look at that!" I slowly look up, and Abraham is sitting up. "TAKING IT LIKE A CHAMP!" negan laughs. He's ticking me off.

"S...Suck.." i look at Abraham, he's saying something..? "My.. Nuts." 'That's Abraham.' I thought in my head. He had to get the last word. Then Negan hits him again, and again, and again. Everything went silent slowly.

Next thing I know Negans on the grown, then it hit me. Daryl punched him. 'THAT DUMBASS! Now he's going to get killed. Fuck.. fuck. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!' Everything slowly goes out again, he's standing in-front of me and Glenn, i take a deep breath.

I look up and he winds his arm.. 'what..?' Then it hits me. "WAIT, NO PLEASE NO." I plead and beg then he hits him. He hits glenn.

"NO STOP!" my hands are on my knees, my face is towards the ground, tears pouring out of my eyes. Glenn sits up. One of his eyes are popping out.

I let out a chocked sob. "M-Mngh" i look away wiping my tears with my sleeve.

"Buddy your still there? I just don't know... it seems like your trying to speak! But you just took a hell of a hit! I just popped your skull so hard, your eyeball just popped out!" He chuckles. "AND IT IS GROSS AS SHIT!"

"Girls I'll find you." Maggie starts crying harder, I shake my head trying to have the image leave my head. Negan looks at me and Maggie, "oh.. oh hell. I can see this is hard on you guys. I am sorry. I truly am." He tells us all.

"Then stop." He looks at me. "Excuse me little one?" He bends down to meet my level, "ple-please.. just s-stop. P-Please." I look up at him, begging, tears flowing like steams of a river down my face.

"I'm sorry kid, but I did say it." He stands up straight, "NO EXCEPTIONS!" Then he swings again.

"NO NO NO! FUCKYOU!" He keeps Hitting him BAM BAM BAM "FUCK. FUCK!" I collapse on the ground crying. I lost him. I lost glenn.

"You bunch of pussies. I'm just getting started." BAM, BAM, BAM "Lucille is thirsty!" He chuckles "she is a vampire bat!"

After they all have left, me and Maggie are sitting there next to Glenn, Rosita and Sasha is with abe. I hold on to Maggie, she's laying in my arms crying. I then get up. We lost Abe, Glenn, and Daryl.

"Shit.." I run my hands through my hair. "SHIT!" Everyone looks at me. At this point I don't care. I'm kicking the dirt the rocks on the floor screaming. "FUCKFUCKFUCK!" I'm pacing back and forth.

"THAT FUCKING PICE OF SHIT!" I started crying, tears are flowing down my face again. I look down on my shirt and hands, covered in his blood. "No...no..nonononono!"

"Get off! Get off! GET OFF PLEASE!" I tried so hard to wipe off his blood, but it won't come off "GET FUCKING OFF ME!"

Everyone is staring like I'm a phyco. I fall down on my knees "GETOFFGETOFFGETOFF!" Carl runs over to me. He hold me in his arms rocking me back and forth. "Shhhh" he hold my head in his chest.

He's crying to, "HES GONE! He's gone! He's gone carl! He's gone. Glenn is fucking gone." Maggie comes over and holds me to. "HE PROMISED ME! He fucking promised he wouldn't go. Now he's gone! Just like everyone else." Carl puts his forehead on my head and gives me a kiss. " I know y/n, I know."

I get up and go over to him, i look at him. Tears falling down my face like water droplets on a window. "You promised.." I put my head on his back "you promised me, you promised my dad, my mom. You fucking promised." I lift up my head.

I look over at everyone, "what am I going to tell the boys!? What am i going to say? How am I- I- I can't. They can't know!" Carl gets up and picks me up away from Glenn. "What about carol? What about the Enid?-" carl hugs me.

I hugs him back, crying into his chest. He lifts up my head "we have to go v." I look at him in the eyes. "What about them?" He looks at them. Abe an glenn, "we have to leave them."

I shake my head. "No. No.. no..." he holds my face, "he have to I don't want to either, but he have to." I continue to shake my head, I try to get out his grip. "No. We have to bury them."

He sighs, "let's bring them to hill top. We will bury them there."

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Sorry it’s actual ass. I made this a while a go and I haven’t proof read it or anything so bear with me.

#fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #the walking dead #carl grimes #glenn rhee #negan smith #i hate this part

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cophene · 1 year

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pawnshop i || ✦.⁺ disconcert.

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pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : a college student tries getting the attention of some of the most admired and attractive people on campus, only to get caught up with stands and vigilante groups in the process. notes : modern au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn't follow canon plot word count : 2.2k+

═ ☆. YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE funny?" Narancia asked. "If the pawnshop was closed."

"A pain in the ass is what that would be," Abbacchio muttered. Narancia and (y/n) trotted behind him like two kids trailing their dad. The ends of Abbacchio's scarf kept flicking Narancia in the face.

There was really no reason to go to the pawnshop, seeing as the man in the trench coat had been behind it, except that Abbacchio was convinced the pawnbroker was in on the whole thing somehow. (Y/n) had told Risotto that the old man probably hated their guts and wouldn't want to see them again. But Abbacchio wouldn't change his mind, so, to the pawnbroker they went.

"Why do you have to wear those shades?" Narancia asked Abbacchio. "If you're going for subtlety, that just makes you stand out more."

"I don't need people recognizing me," Abbacchio answered. "It gets annoying."

"What, you mean your eyes? You and Risotto have the funkiest eyes I've ever seen," Narancia said, widening his own eyes to make a point. "Are they contacts?"

Abbacchio huffed in annoyance. Narancia made a face at (y/n). What's his problem?

(Y/n) shrugged, seeing as they'd made that same face multiple times behind Abbacchio's back. Abbacchio did such strange things, but if you asked about it, you got shut down. It was infuriating. (Y/n) couldn't help but feel bad for Abbacchio's partner, whoever they were. How did they find the patience to work with him?

The pawnshop was still the jumbled mess it had been when (y/n) had visited with Risotto. Abbacchio blinked at the visual assault, and (y/n) was satisfied to see him getting taken aback for once.

"Goddamn. Look at all this stuff." Narancia poked at a spring lying on a shelf, yelping when it jumped to the floor.

"Please don't break anything," (y/n) said, putting the spring back. "I just know the pawnbroker is the type of guy who'd make us pay for it."

"Pay? For this junk?"

"That is, in essence, what a pawnshop is," noted Abbacchio, inspecting a row of tiny china elephants.

"Why is it so quiet in here?" Narancia made his way down the shelves. "Where's the pawnbroker?"

"Out on break?" (y/n) said, reading the taped note on the front counter. (Y/n) hoped this meant they could skip talking to the old man, but Abbacchio only shrugged. He'd given (y/n) an odd look when they'd told him to bring a few extra euros. As far as charm went, Abbacchio would be needing it.

"Do you remember what time you started talking to the pawnbroker?" Abbacchio asked.

(Y/n) thought for a moment. They gave him a rough estimate, and Abbacchio moved off, bringing out Moody Blues and adjusting its timer.

"Oi, (y/n), come look at this."

Narancia's neck was craned up, watching a few vintage model airplanes swing in slow circles from the ceiling. The planes were in surprisingly good repair, the colours crisp despite how faded they were. (Y/n) thought they could make out a tiny pilot sitting in one of the plane's cockpits.

"That red one looks a little like Aerosmith," Narancia said, squinting.

"It does," (y/n) agreed, backing up a few steps to get a better look at the plane. "Do you think—"

"They're friends of ours. We were supposed to meet them?"

(Y/n)'s entire body froze. Narancia's face twisted in confusion. His eyes darted over (y/n)'s shoulder.

"What the hell?"

There was something so indescribably unsettling about hearing (y/n)'s voice not come out of their own mouth. It wasn't the odd feeling you got when you listened to recordings of your voice. It was ... bizarre, listening to your voice as other people must have heard it.

The source of (y/n)'s voice came from the front counter. Abbacchio had made Moody Blues play back the events from the other day, this time as (y/n). They saw themselves nudging the air where Risotto had been, their face making the same expression they had at the time.

God, it was weird.

"What's that thing called? Uncanny valley?" Narancia circled around Moody Blues. "Yeah, that's what this is. It's an exact copy of you, (y/n)."

"This is the time you came in here with Risotto?" Abbacchio said, leaning against the coin display case.

(Y/n) nodded. They took the hem of their shirt's copy and rubbed it between their fingers, thrown by how they couldn't tell the difference. Looking at their face, even the details of their eyes and lips were visible. How was that possible?

"What happened after this?" Abbacchio asked, startling (y/n). It occurred to them that he was used to his Stand's playbacks by now, and these minute details didn't mean anything to him. (Y/n) didn't think they'd ever get over it.

(Y/n) continued staring at Moody Blues. "I went to the alleyway with Risotto and eavesdropped on Sale and Zucchero's conversation," they said faintly. Their copy stood uncannily still, paused mid-playback.

"Then we'll just have to fast-forward the replay a few minutes to find your man in the trench coat."

"How are you able to watch the playbacks for this stuff if you've never seen the person before?" Narancia asked.

Abbacchio's lips twisted in the way that (y/n) was starting to recognize meant he didn't want to answer something.

"Just the same way you know how to aim Aerosmith's bullets. It's instinctive. I can't explain it. The farther back an event was, the longer I'll have to spend retrieving it. That could potentially be large amounts of time when my Stand is incapable of attack." Abbacchio seemed pained to admit this.

"Sucker," Narancia said. "The only drawback Aerosmith has is that it can't aim very well."

"Ciao, can I help you all with something?"

Everyone's heads whipped to the front counter. A middle-aged woman smiled politely at them, folding her hands in front of her. Abbacchio drew back Moody Blues without so much as a twitch. If only (y/n) could control White Satin like that.

"Buon giorno, signora," (y/n) said. It was odd this woman was here instead of the old pawnbroker. Where was he? "We were wondering if we could speak to the old man who was working here the other day?"

The woman wrinkled her brow. "Who do you mean?"

"The last time I came here, there was an old man at the front counter. He was polishing the coins in the display...." (y/n)'s voice became more and more uncertain as it became clear the woman didn't know who they were talking about. Panic started to flutter in their stomach.

"When did you come here?"

"Last week."

"We were closed last week," the woman said. "Are you sure you're at the right pawnshop? I'm the only person who works here, so I don't know who you could've seen."

"But this is the right shop. I'm sure of it...."

"You're probably right, Signora. The shops get pretty confusing around here. We must have gotten turned around somewhere." Narancia slung a firm around (y/n)'s shoulders and steered you away. "Sorry to bother you. Have a nice day!"

(Y/n) left the shop, their mind in a whirl. Abbacchio silently followed them and Narancia, his mouth in a thin line.

"I don't understand," (y/n) said faintly.

"That was definitely the right shop," Abbacchio said. "Moody Blues wouldn't have gotten a playback of you otherwise."

"So the lady was lying?" Narancia's arms were still around (y/n)'s shoulders.

"No. The pawnbroker was."

The old man must have been working for Signor D. For whatever reason, he'd opened the shop while it was closed to use it for something. A front for the Stand business with Signor D. Now, with the owner back, he'd disappeared.

Following a dial tone sound, Moody Blues appeared again. "Old man or not, we can still try to track the man in the trenchcoat." Abbacchio went behind the pawnshop, Narancia and (y/n) on his heels. The timer on his Stand's forehead wound down, and (y/n) watched as the Stand flickered with VHS static, lengthening into the man they'd seen with the hat and trenchcoat. His presence was more intense than they remembered. It was as though he took up more space than he should have.

"Are you okay?" Narancia brushed (y/n)'s arm, his eyes worried.

(Y/n) took a deep breath. "Fine. Let's just get this over with."

"You're short this week," the playback said.

"Damn. I just got chills." Narancia rubbed his arms.

Standing this close to the man's playback, (y/n) couldn't see he wasn't inexpressive as they'd initially thought. His jaw tightened as he listened to Zucchero and Sale. His hands made the shape of fists inside his coat pockets.

"What's their condition?"

"What were they talking about here?" Abbacchio asked. His sunglasses had their way up into his hair again.

"I think they were talking about Narancia and me. It seemed like he wanted to know whether or not we had Stands."

"It shouldn't be hard to get an answer." The playback's posture relaxed slightly. (Y/n) could see him shifting ever so slightly towards the pawnshop's backdoor, the exact moment when he realized they were being eavesdropped.

"I'll send you the location of the new meeting place next week. This one has been unfortunately compromised."

(Y/n) knew this was going to happen, but it surprised them all the same. He'd sounded so calm, so collected. And yet he'd threatened to kill Sale and Zucchero in the next breath.

Just who were they dealing with here?

"Hey, Abbacchio," Narancia said. "Can't we just knock the hat off your playback and look at this guy's face?"

Abbacchio shook his head. "Moody Blues can interact with other things during its playback, but we can't interact with it. It would just disrupt the playback."

Meaning that until the man took off his hat, they still wouldn't know what he looked like.

"Abbacchio, can you speed this part up?" (y/n) asked.

Abbacchio grunted, flicking his sunglasses back down to his eyes. The playback's actions sped up, and he strode out of the alleyway.

"Now we're talking." Narancia was the first one to follow the playback. (Y/n) waited until Abbacchio had left the alleyway before heading after them.

As the playback followed the man's path down the street, (y/n) noticed that everyone unconsciously gave it a wide berth. There were multiple times when Moody Blues should have bumped into someone, only for the person to move out of the way at the last second. (Y/n) didn't know if it was just coincidence or part of Moody Blues' ability. They had to remind themselves that other people couldn't see the Stand, even when it was transformed.

"You know what I noticed?" Narancia asked. His radar had materialized around his head. He studied the blinking circles intently.

"What is that?" Abbacchio asked, keeping one eye on Narancia and the other on his Stand.

"Radar for Aerosmith. Tracking thing." A wrinkle formed between Narancia's eyebrows. "See that?" he murmured, pointing to a trio of dots. "That's us. And somewhere here is where the playback is."

"There is no circle for him," (y/n) noticed. They winced at their mistake. "It, I mean."

"Exactly. I guess that means it's not breathing. Not exhaling carbon dioxide, at any rate."

"It makes sense, doesn't it?" Abbacchio said. "Strictly speaking, Stands aren't living."

(Y/n) snaked out a tiny tendril of White Satin to the playback. Abbacchio was right. They couldn't sense any living energy from the playback. They tucked away this information for later, in case they'd ever have to tell Moody Blues apart from an actual person.

All of a sudden, the playback put on a burst of speed. The trio hurried to keep up with the playback as it turned a sharp corner and then wove around passersby. There was a place the man had needed to be. Maybe he'd been late.

"What are we gonna do if it goes into a private apartment or something?" asked Narancia, sounding a little winded.

"I have a badge," Abbacchio said cryptically. "It's a temporary one from the police academy. It'll get us where we need to go."

How long would they have to follow the playback, (y/n) wondered? Even if they saw his face, that wouldn't immediately identify him. They just had to hope that the man was meeting up with someone to discuss more information. Possibly the Tiziano and Squalo Zucchero had mentioned.

The playback crossed the street, and Narancia ran after it. (Y/n) was so caught up that they didn't even notice the crossing signal changing.

"Careful!" someone snapped. Abbacchio caught (y/n)'s arm, pulling them off the street in a fluid motion. (Y/n) tripped on the curb, bracing themselves unwittingly against Abbacchio's chest. They stayed like that for a moment, close enough that (y/n) could make out the flinty undertone of Abbacchio's cologne.

"You need to watch where you're going," Abbacchio said. (Y/n) was surprised at the softness in his tone. Shouldn't he be biting their head off for almost getting run over?

"Thanks," (y/n) said quietly, moving away from him. He kept his hold on their arm for a beat longer before letting go. When the crossing signal changed, Abbacchio walked a fraction closer, his hand raised like he was ready to catch (y/n) again.

Narancia didn't seem to have noticed the hold-up. His head was on a swivel when they reached him.

"Hey, did you call Moody Blues back or something?"

Abbacchio frowned. "No."

Narancia squinted at his radar even though they'd established Moody Blues didn't appear on it.

"That's weird. Then where the hell did your playback go?"

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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Good Morning! 💚

I've just realised I don't actually know what timezone you're in? I'm GMT, UK so it's almost 9am here. It's freaking sweltering! I live in a flat and we seem to get no air up here 🥵 BUT we're in the process of buying a house so hopefully we'll be moving in September all being well 🤞

I'm 32 in September and I definitely haven't accepted that I'm in even in my 30's 😂

Thank you 😳 he's honestly the sweetest little boy! He turns 3 soon and I can't believe it! His favourite things are lining up his blocks or organising them by colour.

I am SO behind on the Shadowhunter books! The last ones I read were The Dark Artifices and there are so many more now! I definitely want to catch up though. And also I'm tempted to rewatch Shadowhunters...my main complaint about the show is that they did Ragnor dirty 😒 was not impressed! How caught up are you with the books?? Maybe we'll both renew a hyperfixation 🤣

Oh god this whole Eddie thing is insane and I'm here for it. I didn't expect it but I'm not complaining.

"You're a whole mood tbh" made me laugh, love it! And that's exactly it! I am fully ghosting all my books right now. Earlier this year I was reading EVERYTHING, I lived at the library and devoured so many books. But then I suddenly couldn't get into anything and anything I did manage to read was disappointing. So here I am, ghosting them all! What type of books do you read?

I've just finished rewatching all of Gilmore Girls, I'm now on the last episode of A Year In The Life which has it's faults and is less of a vibe but still good. I need to find something else to watch once I'm finished! Any suggestions, I've just got Netflix!

I'm currently working on part 3 of my series. It's called Happy Birthday and is very fluffy 😂 I've got a few more in the works that I'm excited to write, even a smutty one which I'm nervous about as I've never written smut before!

My novel is a full on thing. I've written out the plan entirely but actually sitting down and writing is a whole thing. It's basically a love story, grumpy x sunshine vibes set mostly in a B&B by the seaside. It's a slowburn with some long distance elements while they get to know each other and fall in love. There's also a mismatched cast of other B&B visitors with their own little stories 😂 I'm excited to write it but it's a lot!

Omg so I'm a rambler in text but I'm very shy and awkward in person until I get to know someone, then all bets are off!

💚

Hiya! We are in the same timezone as me, I’m also from the UK! I just had work all day and then boring adult stuff to tend to but now I’m here and ready to pester you! How was your day?! I hope your flat cooled down so you weren’t sweating all day long, congrats on the house :D

32 isn’t old, so don’t even worry yourself with that 😊 Your kid sounds like me, I did that throughout my childhood into my adulthood and mum just went “aw that’s quirky,” but even after getting diagnosed she just thinks it’s for fun rather than because my brain needs things in certain ways, ugh.

The last ones I read were either the throwback ones in London (idk what they’re called, I could google them or even just look at my shelf next to me but I cba!!) or the City of Fallen Angels, I can’t remember. I have literally every book in the collection except one, but I need to read the rest oops? How did the show do Ragnor dirty?

Idk how we can binge read like every Eddie fanfic ever but the thought of picking up a book is just too much effort right now, we are broken by his grip hahahh. I normally read fantasy things cause I don’t wanna be thinking about the real world for longer than I have to, oops?

I’ll have to think of something to suggest for you on Netflix, I’m more of a Disney+ person myself but I always rewatch the same handful of shows tbh..

I’m excited to read this!! Good luck writing the smut, I cringe whenever I write it cause it just doesn’t feel natural to me. So I end up speeding through it and focusing more on the fluff cause I can’t be dealing with the cringe language people use for sex stuff.

Grumpy x sunshine vibes are a staple, that’s so great!! Can’t get enough grumpy and sunshine couples in stories, they are just so stinking cute ☹ good luck with your book, I hope you have a blast writing it!

Join the gang! <3

#sweetpeapod #answered

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everafterkeiji · 3 years

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Umm Hi i wanted to do a request if that's okey with you. So i saw on tik tok where someone said that Kakucho would date you because he's bored and i just can't stand that because i just know he would not be this type of men Like- we all saw his Painful expression when Izana died after showing up in his life. And I just need to see some hc with this men because i jusk know he would treat his s/o like a queen and all 😩✋ (sorry for bad grammar 😥)

hi babee!! it's been a while since i did a headcanon bcz of school and the whole thing from last week but im trying to get back on track so have a great day hun! and also who said this man would treat us poorly ಠᴥಠ also i saw how u were also going thru a kakucho brainrot so here we go bae @schiros

𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

PAIRINGS: Kakucho Hitto x gn! reader

GENRE: absolute fluff, a coping mechanism if you will

♡ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 is a business person—he's tied to that and he'll be as professional as he can when he faces his executives to keep his head held high but there's an exception when you suddenly bust in the room and you just glance at him to avoid interrupting his meeting.

"Then we—then um." He stuttered when his eyes followed you while you sat down to do even more staring and the sight of you smiling at the back was enough for him to chuckle nervously at how easily affected he is with a growing color to his cheeks but all he could do was clear his throat.

"Moving on."

- First and foremost, he's loyal. Worry less about all these potential admirers when it comes to him because no other eyes are drawn to you but Kakuchos'. Even if someone were too proudly approach him and aim for small talk to expect his number at the end of it, the minute someone else tries to pull a game on him—he's already preoccupied by you even when you're not there.

"Babe!" He calls out while you lift your head from your phone since you just got out of the restroom and you noticed a confused glance of a woman from behind your boyfriend. "Right with that date." He cheers, emphasizing on the last word, throwing his arm over your shoulder as he sends a cheeky grin to the stranger he went pass with since he was asked for his number even if he had declined it too many times already.

- Kakucho's love is like an old song that still captures the heart of whoever listens no matter the generation. A classic and timeless form of love that you could never trade for anything else. You can say it's old fashioned. In a way, he's just gentle but that side of his youth that he missed can be seen with that glow of genuine enjoyment when he's with you.

- Following that statement, Kakucho is willing to spoil you with anything but a flower given to you whenever he has the chance seems like the icing on top. He's flustered about it, sometimes he looks like he's found a discovery that entertained him too much that he ends up oversharing and overbuying the flowers for you. Your room then becomes a mini garden courtesy of your boyfriend. "That's a red camellia." You pointed out, smiling lightly while he hooks the stem over your ear.

"Don't be like that, I know what the flower means, Y/N."

"Good 'cause I love you too, Kaku."

- Hear me out: he'll try to cook for you. He'll set up a bunch of random recipes he can remember from his mom and he's searching it up to make sure he's actually keeping track of what was derived from his memory and obviously, what was written on some page he found. He'd give all his time and effort there but oddly enough, he's nervous for you to taste it so when you're eating the meal, his eyes are alert like he was willing to pull out some notebook to take serious criticism.

"So..hun? How was it?"

"It was good!"

"Really?!"

- Young Kakucho acts like a school boy around you. Picking your bag, your books, or whatever your hands are busied with. You don't even need to say something—it just comes as a reflex. "I'll get it, babe!"

- Bare minimum? He raises the bar to whatever standard. It may look simple but to you, when he suddenly bends down to tie your shoe laces without any other warning, that's about as young love as it gets. He'll even fix your hair, your accessories if a necklace is turned the other way around, or when you're waiting for the train and there's a hand to your hip while you find a seat just so you don't lose him in the midst of the people inside it.

- Let's be a bit specific, Kakucho is the type of boyfriend to instantly turn around when you're not there behind him. Even if you try to prank him for a second, he's already intertwining your hands with his with a bright grin. "Can't lose what's mine, Y/N." He reminds you.

- He's so observant with it too. Once he sees your mannerisms that just show that you're uncomfortable or you need something, he's already a step ahead with a hand to your shoulder to catch your attention. "You're cold, dear. Take this." He insists when his coat was shuffled over to you while you give a peck to his cheek as thanks.

- Now—in terms of nicknames, he's being playful yet basic with it. He'll hit you with the casual babe If he's feeling too tempted to poke the fun out of you, he'll throw in names such as cutie and any other combination of what he thinks would sound nice to call you with even if it doesn't make sense.

- Kakucho loves shopping with you. You know those boyfriends that usually look bored when they're with their s/o? This man is the opposite. When his schedule is free, he just likes to see you dress up in whatever you bought plus it's a bonus to stroll and eat around the mall too. "Can I see the back of it?" He asks.

"I like this one, do you wanna match jackets with me?"

"Always, Y/N."

- Even so, he loves sharing his clothes with you too. Want to strut his new blazer? Go for it, he'll be there to be your first audience to clap for your appearance. "You look—you look so good." He says shyly but when you try to remove it, he stops you. "Keep it on, it's better on you anyway."

- His specialty: house dates and picnics. From all the work that he has to go through, all he needs is rest. You were already his comfort but if the world could go along with it, he'd be even happier. He'd rather stay in but sometimes, he'll be spontaneous to just stroll along a park and you'd settle down there until the afternoon haze dies down and by the time you look at your phone, it's already 9pm. "Shit we better go home." You told him as he nodded but he chuckles for a second when he saw a leaf drop to the crown of your hair.

"There's my pretty baby." He grins, taking the leaf before he tickles it to your nose.

- Speaking of house dates, he really likes to go through pamper days with you. It's so relaxing for him and he'd even massage you and you'd do the same to him. Cleaning nails? Doing those facial masks? Skin care moments? He's all up for it. "Your skin looks...weird." Izana oddly compliments while Kakucho raises an eyebrow as his hands tap into his cheeks.

"Weird?"

"It looks shiny clean what the fuck."

- When it comes to his past, he doesn't want to look back on it but there are moments where he'd still visit his parents grave but to you, he just surprises you. "Hi ma and pa. I haven't visited in a while but someone special is here that I want you to meet."

Kakucho then slings his arm to your waist, a head leaning to yours as he intertwines your hands from beneath. "This is Y/N. I wish you would've been here to see how they make me happy. And I'll love Y/N like you did with mom, dad."

- Meeting Izana felt like you went to court for judgement from intimidation. Kakucho wanted to half laugh at how you looked when you met the white haired boy but his best friend couldn't care less as long as you weren't a burden. "So, do you know how to work a gun?"

"Izana!" Your boyfriend argued.

- The second you came into their meeting, the Tenjiku members bat an eye at who you were. Much to your dismay that he was in the middle of talking, he actually doesn't shy away from bragging about you. "Yeah, that's my Y/N. Now, can we focus?" He introduces shortly with a smile but Ran already scoffs at his side before sending a wave to you and it causes some sort of reaction to the point almost all of them bid a nod to you or a small "Hi."

- When it comes to fights, Kakucho insists that you stay home. He prioritizes you even if there are way better things he should worry about. "Promise me you won't find me?" He asks, hands on your shoulders. "Yeah. Please take care." You bid him, placing a kiss to his lips.

- Even if he's all bruised up, he still doesn't want you to see him like that but there's an exception when he really needs your help and he'll give in. "Sorry to disturb you." He says while you rolled your eyes. "Come in then."

- He'd be the savior when it comes to soothing you when you have your own problems. He'll drop everything if it meant he could help you because he could put himself in your position. He's vulnerable when he's with you so if it was the other way around, he'd tend to you in the same way. "I'm right here, tell me when you're ready." He assures you, a kiss to your forehead.

- Best person to take to your parents. Please—no other exception there is but he is so nervous. All the sweat is sticking to his skin and he's going over his words on how to greet your family and you'll have to go through about ten sets of questions if he's wearing the right clothes or if he looks intimidating. "Hun—are you sure? Do I look presentable enough? I could always change."

"Shh, you look handsome."

"Handsome?" He asks, raising an eyebrow with tinted cheeks in pink. "Like always." You answered, fixing his shirt.

- There's a moment where marriage was brought up and you swore out of all the times he's ever been flustered around you, this one was the winner. "Marriage? Well—I don't want—No, I mean I'd really love to—"

"It's just that you're too young?" One of your parents asked to finish his hesitation while Kakucho sighs to calm himself down but the sight of you smiling at him from his stammered performance, his heart beams when he's got the answer so he shakes his head.

"Too young or too old, sir. I'd marry Y/N no matter the day. "

- And at the end of the evening, he definitely got the attention of your parents, in a good way of course.

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kimhargreeves · 3 years

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Happier- Polkadot Man x Reader (The Suicide Squad)

Summary: You're forced to be a part of Task Force X Again, there you meet an unusual man who constantly wishes to die, you decide to get closer to him and make his day ust a bit better. (This is part 1 of 2. So don't read this contains Spoilers!!)

Authors note: I freaking love David Dastmalchian and his portrayal in The Suicide Squad warmed my heart, and I really wanted more. I'm also working on a Ratcatcher 2 oneshot, Captain Boomerang and Javelin that'll be up soon. And happy birthday to James Gunn!!

"(Y/N)! Do you copy?!"

My ears continued to ring and my vision finally came back to me. I panicked and began to breathe heavily when I saw my entire team dead. We hadn't even stepped foot 5 minutes into Corto Maltese and everything went to shit because of that traitor.

"Fuck!" I shouted in anger and held my head.

"Good you're still alive." I heard Waller say.

"I want to go h-home." I whispered and began to wipe my tears away from my face.

"You know the mission." Waller's stern voice reminded. "Find the rest."

"Fucking bitch." I mutter.

I slowly stood up from the sand and couldn't help but continue to cry. I've barely known these people except for Harley and Rick, but we were all brought in without having a chance to say no. Harley and Rick weren't around. I looked around but saw no one alive.

Mongal was burned like toast, she didn't let go of that damn helicopter.

Javelin was shot many times dead alongside TDK.

Weasel fucking drowned because no one said anything about it.

Savant got scared and Amanda blew his head off because of the bomb implanted in our heads.

And that one..I walked over to Blackguards body and saw his face wiped off. "You got what you fucking deserved you traitor!" I strongly kicked him and looked at my surroundings.

There was nothing but many trees and fire surrounded me. Now this time, The Suicide Squad really died, well team A did...

*************

Rick Flag was the first I found and I never felt happier. I hugged him while he awkwardly hugged back, he was in charge of our missions back then too, and even thought we didn't know much about each other, I considered him a sort of older brother.

I was now reunited with him and his team. Ratcatcher 2, Bloodsport, King Shark, Peacemaker and Polkadot Man. And Harley reunited with us when we had tried to rescue her.

It was now night time and we were finally resting up before heading to Jotunheim. Rick and Bloodsport kept an eye on The Thinker do he wouldn't try to escape.

I looked back and frowned and felt sorry, not for myself for once but for the man known as Polkadot Man or Abner Krill. I didn't say anything while we were discussing a few plans for the project Starfish but he would make some comments or dry jokes about being killed off.

"What got ya so gloomy, (Y/N)?" Harley wrapped an arm around me and saw me looking at the sad man who kept to himself.

"Ooh ya like him don't 'cha?!"

I felt my face turning red and my heart beating s but faster. I didn't deny it, but I hate seeing people so lonely and sad. He was sitting on his own outside by the balcony.

"I wonder why he's always so distant.." Harley hummed and her smile faded a bit.

"Maybe he just needs someone, a friend..you're a good friend, (Y/N)! Why not try talkin' to him?"

I already tried to but everytime I do he'd avoid me or walk away. I saw him tiredly running his hands down his black hair and closing his eyes.

We were resting up for today and Rick was somewhere with Bloodsport now. I looked around and noticed Peacekeeper writing down something on his notebook, Ratcatcher was with Sebastian her pet rat..she kinda reminded me of Cinderella with the whole rat's thing...Harley began calling her that without her knowing. And King Shark was looking outside through the window while it continued to rain

"Maybe he needs some space." I whispered and Harley rolled her eyes.

"Bullshit! Now get over there." She pushed me forward and I gave her a look but she ran away.

I walked forward and saw his brown eyes now on me again, looking at me with a very confused expression. "It's a beautiful nice, right?"

"Yes.."

"Aren't you hungry? I made food for us and noticed you didn't touch your plate."

"I'm not hungry..."

I decided to walk and sit down next to him. He kept staring quiet do I decided to speak again. "It's so peaceful and quiet out here, if only it were like this all the time. Look, even the stars and moon seem to shine brighter."

I point up glance at him also admiring the sky. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"It is..."

I look back at him and saw him looking at me, he quickly looked away and tried to hide his face. I stated back at him surprised and smiled when I realized what he meant by that.

"You know.. I've lost a lot of people I've loved too." I assumed he's always like this because of someone he's lost in the past.

"My parents were killed by someone who was after us, they were good parents, they rescued a couple of kids that were being punished for their parents actions. The killers were awful people, my parents worked for them but never killed anyone, they figured out who was saving the kids, so they arrived one night and shot my parents dead. I was hiding and saw everything.."

I remember everything like it was yesterday. "I became suicidal and harmed myself everyday, but I stopped. I remembered how much my parents loved me and they would never want to see me like this, so I trained hard and killed the men responsible for their deaths. The police were surprised by the bloody mess I made, so that's what got me locked up in Belle Reve."

I glance over and see Abner looking at me, so I quickly wipe my tears and hug my legs close to my chest.

"I never had any friends and never wanted one, everyone I seemed to get close to died, but Harley came along. She's hard to control, but she was the first person who was ever kind to me. I felt safe and happy having someone care for me. I won't pressure you in opening up to me or the rest of us..but I'll wait as long as you feel comfortable and happy with yourself."

His dark eyes seemed to change, he almost looked at ease and his eyes seemed to get cloudy but with tears.

"....I killed my mom."

I turned to look at him surprised and saw no emotions on his face. "She experimented on my brothers and sisters, I had to do it before she could harm any one else."

Now that was a huge turn of events. "Oh.." I fell silent and didn't know what else to say.

"I don't want you to see me." We looked at each other and Abner seemed to panic a bit. "That's n-not what I meant. I've been avoiding you because I don't want you or anyone else to see my polkadots."

Bloodsport did mention him having strange polkadot powers. "I have to get rid of them, use my powers twice a day. I can control them and get rid of enemies, burn them."

"That is amazing." I smile and see him now looks at me back surprised. "I would love to see them someday. I-I mean I eventually will cause we're on this stupid Starfish mission."

Abner smiled a bit and kept his dark eyes on mine. "I don't like killing people you know?" I noticed him sitting a bit closer to me. I made it seem like I didn't notice, to not scare him. He's like a puppy.

"We'll get out of this, you'll see." I smile and try to remain positive. "What would you do once we get out?"

Abner stayed silent and seemed to think but nothing really came to his mind. "I don't really know."

"I know of a few places I could show you, that's if you'd like to stick with me. I gotta warn you I can be quite a handful at times." I joke and finally saw him smile again.

"I would like to, (Y/N)."

We stood quite and continued to rest and look up at the sky. I smiled to myself when I felt his fingers brushing my hand, I opened my palm and placed my hand onto his. "I think I can get used to this." I felt my cheeks blush when I heard him mutter to himself that.

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introvert--weeb · 3 years

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Hello Can we talk about your talent girl you're shinning ❤💅💅

But seriously you're work is awesome

Tell me plz if I can request this:

Takemitchi coming back to the past not understanding what is missing for the future

He is in one of toman meeting waiting for the "talk" but he hear some noise behind the tree 🌳and when he go to see he find micky and his gf(s/o) kissing and being lovey dovey and then he understands that she is the reason of mickeys dark implusion (dk if i wrot it good)

Like her dying in his arms so like takemitchi want to save both of them (I'm sucker for this type of angst 🤧)

Sorry if this is too much 😅you don't have to do it just wanted to cry

Love 💘😻💜💛💚🧡💘😻💜💛💚🧡

Oh my god! I'm so glad you are enjoying my writing and thank you so much! You have just made my whole week with that! ❤️😭❤️

Of course! I am a sucker for angst (if you couldn't tell from my posts) and this is just amazing!!

Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy this @kimrena-stuff

Mikey X f!reader (fluff with angst)

TW: mentions of death, sadness, blood, violence, canon divergence, alternate timeline

The future still wasn't perfect in Takemichi's eyes. Sure, most of the people he tried saving survived but there still was no happy ending for any of them. And once again, Hinata had been killed.

It was confusing him. Surely he had made sure that everything was fixed in the past? What was he missing that could have caused another bad future. The blond had even asked Chifuyu about any events that could be coming up that would cause Mikey to turn out the same as he had every other future. Was it Kisaki? But Kisaki had been fired from Toman.

Chifuyu could not offer much information, after all, he did not know the future and Mikey hadn't declared a war on any other gangs since last time Takemichi had gone back. So there was no luck in that department. Maybe they were both overlooking something small that would be massive in the future?

Takemichi was sort of thankful that he had been called up about the Toman meeting that was happening that night. He could find his answer there, he was sure. After all, each meeting he had gone to so far had provided him with an idea of what was going to happen.

He had arrived at the shrine earlier than most other members. The only ones he really knew that had arrived were Draken, Mitsuya and Chifuyu considering that was who he hitched a ride with. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except Mikey wasn't with Draken as he usually would be.

Curiosity had gotten the better of the young Toman, he had went to ask Draken where the captain was. Draken simply pointed over to a gathering of trees, explaining that Mikey could usually be found there before meetings start. That seemed to only make the boy's curiosity worse, wondering what Mikey could be doing in the cover of the trees.

He couldn't be meeting up with Kisaki still, could he? Is that why the future was not getting any better? Panic filled Takemichi as he approached the trees. If he was talking with Kisaki then that could be his only chance to stop it and create the perfect future he wanted!

It was as he was getting closer that he heard what he thought was two voices talking quietly. Not quiet enough where it could be considered whispering but enough where Takemichi couldn't make out the words being exchanged. He could tell one of them was definitely Mikey but the other could have been anyone. Had Mikey decided to ally himself with someone even more dangerous than Kisaki was proving to be? After all, nobody in Toman had been able to see Mikey in the future so it could be possible.

Trying his best to hide himself from Mikey, Takemichi peeked his head around to find a sight that made his cheeks flush a dark red. Mikey had both hands against a tree trunk with an absolute hottie between them. At first, it seemed a little alarming for the younger blond until he had noticed the soft smile and blush that dusted your features.

It was only when Mikey leaned down to press a kiss to your lips that Takemichi had felt he was overstaying his welcome. Especially since he wasn't really welcome in the first place. He was simply a creepy peeper at that moment. Why did he keep ending up in these types of moments that made him look like a creep?! First it was with Emma and now he was essentially watching his captain make out with his girlfriend.

"I love you, Mikey." Your voice was breathless from that kiss, your eyes sparkling as they stared into your lover's dark ones. It was obvious to anyone that you were both so in love with each other. Hell, you were sneaking off together at any moment you could find just to be all lovey dovey with each other.

"I love you more, Y/N."

Takemichi had caught that small snippet of your conversation as he was trying to silently walk away. He really didn't want to be caught by the Invincible Mikey staring at the loving exchange after all. But it did get him thinking. Had you ever been mentioned in the future? Surely if you were this in love, you would remain by Mikey's side forever?

The Toman meeting started as it usually did. You would be sat on the stairs while your boyfriend would address the issues related to the gang. Everyone knew who you were, you would always be at the meetings after all unless you had to attend to other business. That would explain why Takemichi hadn't seen you. You must have been attending to other things every meeting that the blond went to. All throughout the meeting, Takemichi could only try and recall if you're present in some way in the future. Surely you would still be hanging around with the same people 12 years later.

He would have to contact Naoto in the future as soon as he could. After all, if there was something big that was going to happen then he would want to find out as soon as he could. And so, as soon as the meeting was finished, he made his way to the Tachibana household to find young Naoto.

"So, how did it go? Were you able to change anything?" That was the first thing Naoto asked once Takemichi had woken up. It was the same routine each time. Naoto would ask if he had changed anything, knowing that it wasn't enough since Hinata was still dead. But maybe if something had changed, they were a little bit closer to finding out what was causing this chain of reactions.

Takemichi shook his head and then dived headfirst into his question. He had asked if you were ever mentioned in one way or another. Maybe if you were still alive, something must have happened between you and Mikey which he could prevent from occurring. Just thinking back on how in love you both were with each other, he was beginning to doubt that it was a simple break up.

It had taken the two males a full hour until your name had popped up in their searches. It really didn't help that Takemichi only knew your first name and that you would hang out with Toman. The news article had filled the computer screen, a photo of you smiling in the top corner of the page. It gave off a vibe that didn't match the contents of the article.

You had been stabbed 15 times in the chest and stomach during a gang brawl between Toman and a gang Takemichi hadn't heard of yet. You were rushed to the hospital but had died before the doctors could reach you. It stated that it was a boy named Manjiro Sano that had brought you in.

It all started to make sense now. You had been caught up in the brawl and had sustained injuries that had ended your life. So Mikey had lost himself when you had died in his arms as he tried his best to save you.

Takemichi checked the date on which you had died. 2 days from today. Why wasn't this brawl mentioned at the Toman meeting?! Did Mikey keep it a secret or was it a spontaneous confrontation? Takemichi could only guess it was the second option. Especially since the brawl would take place at Toman's meeting spot at the shrine.

"I need to save Y/N from dying. That is what we were missing! If she survives, Mikey won't lose another piece of himself." And with that, the handshake that activated the time leaping had taken place.

Takemichi had explained his plan to Chifuyu. Explained how there would be a brawl the next day at the shrine and how that is possibly the trigger for the bad futures. After all, Mikey might stay sane with you by his side. Chifuyu couldn't believe what he was hearing. A gang would have the balls to enter the meeting place of Toman just to start a fight? They must either hold a huge grudge against them or were just plain insane. No gang was to ever enter another gang's meeting spot as it was seen as sacred.

The blond had vowed that he would do anything he could to protect you from harm and ultimately save Mikey from his dark future. Even if he had to glue himself to your side, he would make sure nothing happened to you. He would make up for the time he had failed to save Baji.

You and Mikey continued with your routine. Enter the tree clearing and spend some quality time together. You both exchanged kisses, splitting the dorayaki you would keep on you for your boyfriend, and joking around. Everything a couple in love should do.

The day of the brawl had arrived and so had the rival gang. It was in the middle of Mikey addressing his gang that the opponent's had arrived. The shock was quickly erased as the fighting began. Mikey had made sure you stayed close behind him so he could keep you safe, even though you could fight. Maybe not as well as most of the Toman members but you were capable of keeping yourself safe.

Takemichi scanned the entire shrine area in search of you. Relief had briefly enveloped the middle schooler. After all, if Mikey was with you, nobody could touch you. Or that's what everyone had thought. You had been separated from Mikey as soon as the gang members discovered you were cared for deeply by him. They had thought that if they got you, they could win the fight.

It was if the world was entering slow motion. Takemichi tried to push his way to where you were being dragged, the determination to save everyone being his main driving force. Mikey had yet to notice you were no longer behind him, too focused on taking out the leader and winning the brawl so he could take you home where you would be safe. However, that plan was quickly becoming less likely.

"Shit! Move out of my way!" Takemichi had panic pumping throughout his veins. If he couldn't get to you in time, there was no second chance. It was times like this that made him realise just how human he was. He was one boy, not a God. He could only do so much. But he was sure as hell gonna try and save you.

"Y/N!" Takemichi's voice carried across the entirety of the battlefield. So much so that everyone had frozen, especially Mikey. He turned his gaze to behind him where he thought you were only to find you were missing. Frantic, his dark eyes scanned the area until they rested on you being held against your will. The boy who held you had his arm across your neck, squeezing so you couldn't call out to your boyfriend. However, it was the knife that he pointed to your chest that had Mikey scared.

Takemichi was the only person who didn't freeze, pushing his way past the bodies that stood like statues. He could make it! He could save everyone with this one action! He was convinced that this was why Mikey had given into his dark impulses and why no-one could get their happily ever afters.

He was too late. The knife had pierced through your chest, narrowly missing any vital organs. This had seemed to spur the younger blond to increase his speed, trying to keep in mind that you could survive if he kept the stabs to a minimum. After all, the news article had explained how you had been stabbed 15 times. One was fixable. One he could deal with.

Mikey couldn't seem to move. His love had been stabbed. For no other reason than they were there and sticking by him. This wasn't fair. You had nothing to do with what the problem was and you shouldn't be paying the price for it either.

It felt like an eternity for Takemichi to reach where you were. His legs were screaming at him to stop and his heart was beating a million miles a minute. In the time it took him to get to you, you had sustained another two stabs in your stomach and chest. The person doing it was nothing short of a monster. He didn't care that you were innocent or that you were a girl. He just continued his mission.

The sound of skin to skin contact echoed, a sickening crack following along. Takemichi had landed the hardest punch he could muster against the side profile of the monster. The crack was the jaw breaking underneath the force. You were released as the perpetrator stumbled backwards, falling as he lost consciousness. Takemichi had made it but he wasn't confident that it was in time. He couldn't help but watch as you smiled and fell sideways. Fueled simply by the adrenaline, he had carefully picked you up in his arms before starting his journey to the hospital.

Draken had been the one to snap Mikey out of his daze, telling him to get his bike. There was no way that Takemichi would get there in time if he was simply thinking of running. And so that's what Mikey did. He fired up his precious bike, ordering the young blond to climb onto the back before speeding his way to the closest medical facility.

Due to all of this, you had survived. Takemichi had succeeded in saving you and thus saving Mikey. There was a possibility that the future would be good this time.

Once he had heard you were alive and doing well, Mikey had finally let himself react. Tears fell one after the other down his cheeks and relief had lifted his heart. He wouldn't lose you. You were alive because of Takemitchy. That is something Mikey couldn't thank the younger blond enough for. He had saved your life when Mikey could do nothing but watch.

Everyone expressed their gratitude for Takemichi. After all, they couldn't imagine what Mikey would turn out like if he had lost you during that fight. Takemichi had an idea but wasn't about to spill what the future he knew was like. Speaking of which, he did wonder how this had affected his future. Would everyone finally have their happy endings? He sure did hope so.

As soon as Naoto had shook his hand, Takemichi had found himself sitting at a table with a can of beer in his hand. Confused on what was going on, he glanced around at his surroundings. He was currently in a home that looked nothing like his apartment. Photos of a couple he vaguely recognised littered the walls, there was the scent of takeout wafting in the air, and the noise was loud yet joyful.

A few days later, Takemichi decided to head back to where he belonged. 12 years in the future. You had been discharged from the hospital and probably on a date with Mikey as he approached the Tachibana residence. Thinking about it, Mikey had seemed to brighten up more ever since you had been allowed out of the hospital. Takemichi laughed as he recalled Mikey buried under a large bouquet of your favourite flowers and a giant plushie of your favourite animal on that day. You had simply laughed before peppering the Toman leader's face in kisses. You had also planted a peck on the younger boy's cheek as a sign of how grateful you were to him. After all, if Takemichi hadn't done any of that, you wouldn't be able to spend anymore time with Mikey. You owed him your life.

That's when Takemichi realised he had done it. Hinata was chatting happily with Yuzuha and Hakkai about their experiences in Europe; Mitsuya, Smiley and Angry were laughing about some inside joke no-one knew about; Pah-chin and Peh-yan were discussing business relating to the real estate agency; Kazutora and Inui were drinking in the corner, simply observing the festivities; and Draken was chatting away happily to Mikey, his arm around Emma's waist as she tried to soothe their baby. Takemichi had saved them all. They were all OK. Most of all, Hinata was alive.

"Anyone needing any refills?" your voice trailed in from where you stood in the doorway connecting the living room and kitchen. You looked almost the same except for a few features. Takemichi knew at that moment that this was the perfect future for everyone, especially when Hinata had come over and kissed his cheek. The discussion around the room had suddenly become one as everyone spoke about the upcoming weddings between you and Mikey as well as the one between Takemichi and Hinata. For the first time in a long time, Takemichi could let go of the weight he had carried around and enjoy his life with his friends and his fiancé.

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hajimescutie · 3 years

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HEYYYYAKZHZJZBZ ITS 💘ANON

IM SO TIRED THESE DAYS TBH AND KIBDA SAD TOO SO CAN U DO A ANGST TO FLUFF SCENARIO WHERE THE HAIKYUU BOYS (TSUKKI IWA SALUSA AND BOKUTO) SNAP AT THEIR S/O NOT KNOWING THEYRE NOT DOING REALLY WELL ANSHAJSJZHSJA

KISS KISS 💘ANON

# — haikyuu boys snapping at their s/o

includes: k. tsukishima x gn!reader & h. iwaizumi x gn!reader

genre: angst to fluff (also in timeskip! obvi)

warnings: cursing, they kinda mean in this one but it ends up being okay!

a/n: APSKQNSJQQ 💘 ANON IVE MISSED YOU SM😭😭 I HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY ILYSM KISSES 😘 i only did tsukki and iwa i hope that's okay :(( whenever my schedules starts to clear up i'll do sakusa and bokuto i pinky promise! i love u and i hope this makes you feel better <3

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TSUKISHIMA:

today was not your day at all.

it felt like the whole universe decided today was the day to make your life absolutely miserable. it all began when you overslept for work, tsukki had already left for his job, and you forgot to put your work clothes in the dryer. then, showing up to work in damp, uncomfortable clothing 15 minutes late, your boss was not happy. the whole rest of the day they were nitpicky about anything you did. you were getting sick of it, you rarely were ever late and this is how they decided to treat you?

when your shift was finally over and your boss didn't have anything else for you to do, you bolted out of there. the only thing on your mind was going back home, cuddling with tsukki, and telling about each other's day. on the way back you had a raging headache, silently hoping it'll go away by the time you get back home.

when you did get home, you were met with silence. you took your shoes off with your head tilted slightly. shouldn't he be home by now?

speaking of the devil, you heard your phone ping with a notification.

tsukki <3: gonna be home late. don't wait up for me.

you rolled your eyes at the text, your frustration built up from earlier beginning to grow and grow. you just wanted this day to be over with, you just wanted to be held and told that everything was going to be okay.

not even bothering to begin making dinner or replying to your boyfriend's text, you headed to the bedroom and fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

you were startled awake a couple hours later to the front door slamming shut. you sat up, rubbing the tiredness from your eyes. you grumbled a bit to yourself when you saw you were still in your work clothes. when your vision became clear, you saw a very disturbed tsukishima standing at the bedroom door suddenly, frustration clear in his eyes.

"hi baby, how was your da-"

"why isn't dinner ready yet?"

you blinked at him, "i'm...i'm sorry?"

he crossed his arms while shooting you a glare, "i've had a pretty shit day today, and for you to not even prepare dinner or do anything except sleep for the rest of the day really shows how responsible you are."

all you could do was gape at him. you couldn't even process words in your brain from what he just said to you. he doesn't even know how your day went, so that gives him the right to act selfish?

"i'm sorry, your majesty, but i've had a pretty shit day, too. i was hoping to come home to you but you said you stayed late. i was exhausted from today so i took a nap," you scoffed at him.

"wow! must be nice to act like you can just push aside your priorities while others are out there working their asses off," he said sarcastically. you were beginning to get pretty fed up with his attitude, him not even giving you the benefit of the doubt.

you got up out of bed and stormed over to where he was, almost coming nose to nose with the blonde. "i don't know what crawled up your ass while you were at work, but i don't need this right now. you better get your fucking act together before-"

you let out a choked sob you'd been attempting to hold back. you closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath through your nose, "i'll go make dinner, since your head's too far up your ass to see how i'm on the brink of having a mental breakdown. now if you'll excuse me..."

tsukki's eyes widened at your statement. usually you'd be going back and forth with venomous remarks, trying your best to get under each other's skin. but you were almost quiet, and that scared him a tad bit more. he saw how you were still in your work clothes, most likely too tired to change out of them.

when he said nothing, you took that as your cue to drag yourself to the kitchen, but not before you felt a large hand grip your bicep gently. tsukki pulled you back in front of him, pulling you into a much needed hug. as soon as your head hit his chest, the tears fell free. you gripped the back of his shirt tightly, the pent up emotions from today soaking the former middle blocker's shirt.

tsukki rubbed his hands up and down your back while letting out a sigh, "i'm sorry, i should've realized instead of snapping at you. i love you and if you'd let me, i'd love to hear you tell me what happened. as long as i can tell you about mine?"

you pulled away from his chest, sniffling while tsukki brushed a couple stray tears from your precious face. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, hands playing with the ends of your hair.

"that'd be nice."

IWAIZUMI:

exams were the worst.

you were pretty sure your hair was going to start falling out from how stressed out you were. you had an insane amount of deadlines, too many assignments and essays to submit, so many damn email notifications popping up on your phone and your computer. it was safe to say that you weren't doing too hot.

you had been running around campus all day today, talking to professors and students in your class about anything and everything. some even gave you worried glances, but you chose to ignore them because you had so much shit to get done.

when you finally got home, you immediately sat down at the dining table and pulled out your school supplies, already expecting to pull another all-nighter.

your olive-eyed boyfriend, on the other hand, wasn't doing all that great either. team japan was not on their game today during practice, especially since one of them was injured and couldn't perform at their best. he wanted to rip his hair out, his frustration starting to get the best of him.

when work was finally done and over with for the day, his anger was at his peak. he just wanted to go home, eat dinner, and then head straight to bed. but, when he finally walked through the door and saw that not only was dinner not made, but that the whole place was a mess. you had gotten home before him, so why weren't any of the chores done?

he looked towards the dining table and saw you with your headphones in, too engrossed with your computer to even notice that he was home. he rolled his eyes, grumbling as he stomped over to your hunched over figure, aggressively tapping your shoulder to get your attention.

you jumped when you felt his touch, ripping your earbuds out to turn to hajime, who did not look happy. your eyes softened at him, giving him a soft smile, "oh, hi haji. did you just get home?"

you attempted to reach out to touch him but he quickly swatted your hand away. "yeah, i did just get home. care to explain to me why our home looks like a mess?"

you gave him a confused look before finally taking in your surroundings. blankets were strewn across the living room floor, the kitchen sink was filled with dirty dishes while the dishwasher held the clean ones, and some of your assignments were flung on the coffee table in front of the couch.

you shrank back in your seat, avoiding the ravenette's harsh gaze, "'m sorry haji, i've just been stressed with school and-"

"i don't want to hear your sorry excuses, y/n. i want this done now," he stated, teeth gritting together.

"and it will get done! i just have to finish this assignment..." you were turning back to your laptop before it was slapped shut, a gasp emitting from your lips.

you gaped at your boyfriend, "what the fuck hajime?! i hadn't even saved it yet!!"

"stop making excuses for not taking responsibility around the house, you're not the only one that's stressed. god, it's like i'm the only one that does anything around here," he mumbled out the last part, but you heard him loud and clear.

the tears were already flowing down your cheeks before you could stop them, some of them staining the papers you had organized on the dining table.

"oh what now you're crying? this is ridicu-"

"shut your fucking mouth hajime."

your boyfriend's eyes widened at your tone, hearing nothing but venom come from your trembling figure.

"y-you have absolutely no idea the amount of stress i'm going t-through. i have deadline after deadline, project after project, i've been glued to a s-seat all fucking day. and for you to blatantly disregard my feeling right n-now," you choked out another sob, "i'm sorry that the house is a mess. i guess i'll push aside my "excuses" for once."

you pushed past him into the living room, beginning with organizing the school papers that were on the coffee table. your tears hadn't stopped flowing, staining these papers as well.

hajime felt like an absolute piece of shit. with your back turned, he eyed the amount of papers on the table, diligently opening your laptop again. the assignment you were working on was still there, thank god, but he saw your calendar pop up in the bottom right hand corner. his eyes widened at the amount of dates that were listed, feeling even worse that he added more to your stress.

when he turned back toward your weeping figure, he walked over and stopped your hand from picking up anything else.

you immediately looked up at him with fear in your eyes, afraid that he was going to berate you again, "what- what are you doing?"

he pulled you against his broad chest, large arms wrapping around your waist. you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in, soft sobs racking through your body.

"baby, i'm so sorry. i shouldn't have made you feel like you don't do enough around here, especially while you're still in school. i'm grateful for everything you do for us, can you forgive me?"

you nuzzled your face deeper into his chest, his hands now massaging your scalp to relieve any tension. you nodded your head slightly, pulling away to give him a teary smile.

he leaned forward and pecked you on the lips, mumbling something about cleaning tomorrow before he pampered you with affection in order for you to relax.

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milk-breadx · 2 years

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Learn to Love (Epilogue); miya atsumu

miya atsumu x fem!reader

This happens after the Original version. (Other version?)

Angst! Medieval AU

It's been years. Finally, he has a way to find you.

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: n/a (but if there's anything you think that needs a warning, lemme know!)

It had been years. Years since you had left. Left to find your happy ending. Left the castle to go back to being gray. Left Atsumu to ponder over his actions.

And over those years, he realized more and more that you may have been always the side character in his story, but goodness, the impact you left on not only him, but to the entire castle as well was enormous. The whole atmosphere of the castle turned back to being dull and lifeless. The maids stopped smiling so much and they looked more scared, especially when they make a mistake. With your suggestion towards the food the chefs make, whenever someone would take a bite, it would just reminded them of you. This is what you thought tasted delicious. This is what you suggested the chefs add slightly more pepper to.

Your room looked the same as the day you left, except for when Atsumu would rummage through it, trying to find even the smallest clue to where you went and where you are now. If you were alive or if you were...no, it couldn't happen. If he found you again after all these years and you were gone, he wouldn't know what to do.

After spending so much time in your room almost everyday, he's learned so much about you. But he wants to know more. He wants to hear it from your own lips. He knows that you liked food with a specific taste from the chefs, but he wants to know what specific food is your favorite from you. He knows that sometimes you enjoy spending time in the garden from the gardeners, but he wants to know what your favorite flower is from you. He knows you loved him from the notes you left behind, but he wants to know if you still loved him from you.

How far did you travel from the castle? How have you been? How you manage to make everyone's day brighter even by just walking through the door? Would you still choose him?

He wanted to know it all.

You weren't just some simple girl from the village who's willing to volunteer at charities. You were full of stories, of experiences, of treasure within. Like a treasure chest, only Atsumu didn't have the map to.

Where were you? He could only ask.

Would fate ever bring you back together? He could only hope.

Until one day, when a misplaced letter landed in the hands of Atsumu, he could finally be one step closer to finding you.

"Where was this letter sent from?" He asked Lydia, the recipient of said letter. "I don't know, your grace. "Lady (Y/N) never specified where she'd go."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Lydia's eyes widened. "Your majesty, I am telling you nothing but the truth, Lady (Y/N) never told me, before she left or even in those letters, where she is." Atsumu grits his teeth in frustration. If the girl didn't talk, then this letter is useless. "Fine, if you won't be useful, then it's best you pack your things and leave as soon as possible." Lydia couldn't believe her ears. Working here was a dream come true, but now it was taken from her by a complete misunderstanding. So she tried reasoning with him.

"Yo-Your majesty, I would never l-lie to you. I have no idea of Lady (Y/N)'s whereabouts, she never told me then nor now, all I know is that she's settled do-" The tears wouldn't stop coming. How would her parents react if she returned home with all her belongings by order of the crowned King, himself. And he can see that. The tears that are running down her face like a waterfall.

It reminded him of you.

It reminded him of the night he broke you, and the night he accused you of trying to get him to fall for you using a love potion. And he promised himself he would change. This was not changing. Would you take him back if you knew he fired your closest friend in the castle?

He put his hand up to stop Lydia from saying more. "I am sorry. I shouldn't have done something so irrational. Don't pack your bags, your work here isn't over." He turned around so she wouldn't see him trying to hold back tears. "Dismissed."

The relief Lydia felt couldn't be described by words. "Thank you. Thank you so much!" She bowed to pay respect and left without another word.

And back to square one. Atsumu grabbed the letter and reread it for the nth time, but nothing came into mind. All the descriptions you wrote were vague and could mean anything. The only thing he could do now was hope the post office could provide information on where this letter came from. And provide they did. Turns out you were hiding right beneath his nose, in a neighboring village not too far from the kingdom he ruled. As soon as he heard the information, he set out with his men immediately to said village with your picture in his hands and hope in his heart. Hope to find you and hope to get you back.

The moment he set foot in the small village, he began asking the townsfolk if they've seen you, often getting irritated by how they were bowing instead of answering his question immediately. Until one woman directed him towards a small house nearby and informed him that's where you live.

This is it.

He found you.

Slowly, he walked up the steps and to the door, heart pounding so loud, he could hear it.

He wondered, were you really here? How have you been? How would you react once you see him? Would you take him back? His train of thought got cut when he heard the distant cry of a baby and he realized, the only way he would find out is if he finally knocked on the door.

1, 2, 3.

His anxiety skyrocketed with every knock and when he heard footsteps approaching closer and closer, he felt like his heart was about to pop right out of his chest.

The door finally opened and there stood you.

Leaving did you good. You looked well, looked bright and overall looked happier, but once your eyes recognized the man in front of you, they widened and you subconsciously took a step back. Both of you stood there for a second, not knowing what to do nor what to say until you nervously bowed in front of him and he finally made the decision to talk. But he didn't know what to say. Before coming here, there were a million and three things he planned to say to you, but he was speechless once he actually saw you.

"I-" But this time, you cut him off. "Your majesty, I think you've got the wrong house," and tried to close the door on him, not caring how disrespectful that looked to anyone watching. However, Atsumu wedged his foot between the door and the doorframe in time, preventing you from closing the door. "(Y/N), please." He tried looking at you through the gap between the door and the doorframe, but you refused to look him in the eyes and only tightened your grip on the door.

"(Y/N)," He said again, in a softer tone. You could only close your eyes and try to push the door even though it was useless until another voice stopped you.

"Darling? Who's at the door?"

Atsumu's eyes widened. Darling? Who is calling you darling? He looked at you for an answer but you were busy replying a "No one, love!" to who was calling you and stepped outside before closing the door.

Now it was just you and Atsumu. "Wh-who was that?" He said as he saw you move towards the railing, laying your arms to rest on it. He saw this as his cue to move next to you. Again, he asked, "Who was that," You stayed quiet for a moment, pondering whether you should tell the truth, lie, or cover it up. But knowing Atsumu, he'd try to find out the truth no matter how much you lie or cover it up.

"My husband. Not that it concerns you." He could feel shivers crawl up his spine at how cold your tone is. He felt small at how tall you built the walls around yourself, scared to ask another question. "Husband?"

"Yes." Your eyes never even glanced at him the whole time he was there, while his eyes were always on you. "Whe-When did you get married?"

"That's none of your business," He took a deep breath. Over the previous years, he imagined what the scenario would be when you two meet again. None of it was like this. Where you were the one who was cold and he was the one suffering from the cold. He was completely unprepared.

"Why?"

"You married another," Your eyes closed before they opened again. This time, looking towards him. "Why can't I?" He didn't know what to say. You looked away again and it was silent, until you finally asked, "Why are you really here Atsumu?"

He took another deep breath and looked at you, "I'm sorry. I should have treated you better. Not just treat you as a human being, but as my wife. I-I didn't realize until you left that you've done more to help in the few years we've been married than I have my entire life." He tried to read the expression on your face, but your face only remained expressionless.

"I'm sorry. I really am and-and I want you to come back. We all do. I-I'll do anything, I promise. I'll arrange another wedding ceremony for us. One that will be so grand, history will never forget. I'll be the first person you'll see in the morning and the last person you'll see before you fall asleep. I'll treat you better, I swear on my whole life just please. Please come back."

He waited for your response and hoped that you would agree. After a while, you turned your body towards him. "Didn't you hear me earlier? I am happily married here." You started walking past him and to the front door of your house. But Atsumu wouldn't give up. He grabbed your arm before you could reach the door. "You can bring him along, we'll take care of both of your needs and wants. And-and if anyone judges, I'll see to it that they will be dealt with."

With a sigh you turned back and faced him. But before you could say anything, he said, "(Y/N), please," with so much desperation it shocked you. He slowly raised his hand to cup your face and leaned in close. You could see the desperation and fear behind his eyes from how close he was. With lips just a breath away from one another, he whispered softly, "Please come back,"

He closed his eyes and was about to lean forward, but you pulled away from his grasp and turned your face away from him. "Atsumu, if my ring and letter on the table weren't enough to tell you I called it quits on our marriage, then what will it take?" You pulled your arm from his grasp and looked at his dejected expression. "Growing up, you've never known what it's like to not get what your heart so desires. Let this be a lesson for you: Don't take what you're given for granted and don't treat anyone the way you've treated me."

A familiar cry of a baby tore your attention away from him and the sound of your husband's worried voice calling, "Uh, Darling? I need your expertise here!" had you running back into your house, close the door, and leave Atsumu for the last time.

Atsumu, a feared King, stayed standing there, defeated and replaying the events from earlier until his curiosity got the best of him. He turned around and started walking to the side of your house where he could hear two voices: Yours and your husband's. There, he spotted a window, which he later wished he didn't. There stood you, laughing at your husband, who hurriedly placed your crying baby in your arms. Once settled in, you rocked your baby back and forth, trying to soothe its cries and occasionally kissing the top of its head until it eventually stopped crying and fell asleep listening to your heartbeat.

Your husband, still awestruck at how lucky he was to have you, stood behind you to look at your baby finally sleeping peacefully. He then looked at you with so much love, something Atsumu couldn't give you until it was too late, and kissed your temple and cheek. By then, Atsumu had looked away. To see you finally find your happy ending and it wasn't with him broke his heart. But it's what he deserved.

Finally, he walked away from the scene, with a heavy heart and tears prickling his eyes.

He may have found you, but he already lost you.

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yenkat101 · 2 years

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Bsd Ranpo Edogawa x reader // Taking care of Toddler Ranpo

Ranpo is a toddler for the day and you take care of him. Fluff 💭

Master list

General: Fluff

Text type: Pine point

Warning: a little bit of STRONG words. NoCussing tho

This image isn't mine, credits go to the owner IMAGE

-Oddly your boyfriend Ranpo came back from a mission as a Toddler

-Dazai and Atsushi explained what happened saying it would wear for by tomorrow morning

-You were also told that since you were Ranpo's S/O you would be the one talking care of him

-You couldn't help but except taking care of your child boyfriend but now he's literally a toddler now

-He is still the boyfriend you remember

-You can easily tell his pouting, he has his arms crossed with a puffed up face and an angry expression but 10x cuter

-The moment you saw him you knew that he would be even more childish

-Which will tire you immensely 😫

-You decided to take Ranpo around Yokohama

-You held on to his hands tightly to ashore yourself that he wouldn't wonder especially since your 26 year old boyfriend always gets lost and wonders

-He was rhe exact same but 2x more thedere

-You saw him looking at a shop full sweets

-"Ranpo~ do you some sweets?" You said teasenly

-all.his said was "if you want then I don't mind" while shrugging his shoulders with a red tint on his face

-You took Ranpo to a sweet shop

-Ranpo was stuffing candies, cakes, pastries, ect of all types in his mouth

-You getting nervous not because of the money cuz obviously you were paid fairly but the amount he was eating

-You were scared that he was going to get himself sick

-After a while you went to the park

-Ranpo was playing with other kids

-You were happy except the insulting children when the act well childish 😗

-You had to tell him to keep those sort of comments to himself

-only to tell something similar to before

-a child took ranpo's hat and starting running away

-You though it was cute until you notice Ranpo was about to cry in frustration

-You were about to stop the situation until Ranpo fell

-Ranpo didn't trip on anything but had collapse that when you paniced and when to he's side

-The child mother notice what the situation was and helped

-She took the hat ftom her child and gave it back to Ranpo apologizing for her son causing trouble

-You said that it was alright because it was pretty normal for children to do this sort of thing

-You picked up Ranpo walking home

-You quickly found out that he was fusrated that he couldn't get his hat back after trying many times and that he collapsed because of his upset stomach

-Thats when the thedere act ended

-You walked home rubbing his back while he let out light sobs

-This is what he needed, comfort

-When you guys got home to your shared apartment you started running a warm bath for Ranpo

-Hoping it was help his upset stomach

-Ranpo was still upset about the whole event, hating children his age because they have no commun sense that he didn't want to play some if those games

-You decided to run a bubble bath with toys since once in a while you would catch him playing with toys while he bathed

-he was really pleased

-Ranpo was moving his arms all over the place as he played with the bubbles and the toys with an playful smile across his face 😍

-After the bath, you helped him dry himself and put on some pj that Yosano bought for him

-Soon enough the both of you are watching a kids show in the living room while cuddling up with each other

-Ranpo has his face with the expression *are you kidding me* the entire time, reacting to every little thing as if he was questioning his life

-Once in a while you would hear him say something like "DORA THE RED BARN IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU ARE YOU THAT BLIND 🦯🙃😠" or "THAT WAS SO EASY ARE THAT STUPID TO FIGURE THAT YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE THAT INSTEAD 🙄"

-You were wondering when you taking him to bed since he has already eaten, it was late out and he was roasting hard ever character that asked or pointed the obvious aggressively

-You hear a yawn, you were so flustered and adored

-You were able to muster up "I think it's someone's bedtime~"

-Turned off the tv and the lights leaving with a yawning toddler Ranpo in your arms

-You placed Ranpo in your shared bed tucked him in and placed a peck on his forehead

-You were about to go when he yelled your name

-You see him with arms pointing at you as if he wants a hug 🤗

-"Sleep with me, the couch isn't a place the sleep 😴" Ranpo said with the same Thedere expression

-You sigh and muster up a heartwarming smile while you sat down next to him

-You Cuddled with Ranpo on top of you

-You hear Ranpo sigh out of satisfaction then drift to sleep in your arms

-The next morning you woke up by a wight on your body, to find a sleeping grown up Ranpo laying upawn your chest

-You got amit he was still adorable and cute as he slept with no sense of seriousness

-You sigh letting him rest there just a little longer while you pull him closer to you.

End. Thank you for reading

I take request but i might not see it right away so I apologize ahead of time

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