warnings: dubcon, feminization, use of the word cunt & boypussy, spanking, dacryphilia, kitchen sex, cockwarming, degradation, humiliation, sadomasochism if you squint, use of quirk, daddy k., sir k., creampie. | messy writing, unedited.
notes: it's been a while, hasn't it? i'm really sorry angels!! i promise i'll get to all my other reqs asap <\3 college is kicking my ass rn 😔 everyone say thank you to dylan for giving me motivation to write & thank you to slater for being pretty <33
Katsuki Bakugou was unsurprisingly hostile when you two first met. However, as time went on you two learned to tolerate one another. Accept each other’s flaws and all that jazz. Eventually getting married after graduating (successfully shocking the entirety of U.A).
But you know what they say; old habits die hard.
“For fuck’s sake,” You sighed under your breath, angrily making your way towards the blonde. Ignoring the mess that was your apartment; that’s a problem for another time.
Now, Bakugou didn’t consider himself an expert at reading people, however, it’s safe to assume that you didn’t have a good day. And like any good housewife would be, he’s concerned. What could’ve possibly happened to leave you in such a manner?
“Where’s dinner?” Bakugou frowns: “Still in the oven but—!” He flinched at the sound of your fist colliding with the countertop. Shit.
Temper, Temper, Temper. Ah, he was infamous for it. Keeping cool definitely wasn’t one of his strong suits. But he tried his best to watch what says. Ninety percent of the time he’s successful but oh that remaining ten percent. He just can’t help himself sometimes! Can you blame the guy?
“Being a little bitch about it won’t make it cook any faster.” He grunts, glaring at you. You gasp; shocked by his retaliation. If your day wasn’t shit already he pulls this crap? Fine then, so be it. If he wants to be immature you can be immature as well.
You don’t say anything more and perhaps that’s what scares the loud-mouth the most. He slowly backs up until he hits the counters behind him; unintentionally allowing you to trap him between your arms. And at that moment he realizes the severity of his ‘harmless’ comment.
He’s speechless when you begin to caress his face, a noticeable blush staining the tips of his ears and cheeks. You tsk, “Your ass will be the same colour as your cheeks ‘cause of that comment.” He whimpers, opening his mouth to make another snarky remark but immediately shutting up when he sees that look in your eyes. He knew that look all too well—You weren’t messing around. You’re being serious now. He was in some deep shit now.
It doesn’t take much effort for you to adjust your position to your liking; bending him over the counter with his ass on display. His sweatpants and briefs turning into dust with one touch from you—the use of your quirk leaving him with a peculiar tingling sensation. Not that he minded though. Yes, it was strange but at the same time it felt great.
Seeing his hole clench around thin air aroused you. You’ve barely grazed his skin but he’s already needy like a desperate bitch in heat.
From early on in your relationship you made sure to keep him on a tight leash; wrapped around your little pinky finger. And it really was a good idea.
Grinning to yourself, you free your cock from the constraints of your slacks. But you weren’t going to fuck him; or, at least not yet. Everyone has their place in this world and forgetting where exactly that is could be detrimental. So you need to give him a ‘gentle’ reminder of just who he’s answering to.
“Daddy please—!” He pleads, trying to escape your harsh slaps but he’s unsuccessful. His ass jiggling as one spank lands immediately after the other; each harder than the last. And keeping true to your promise, his ass was now the same shade as his cheeks. The sounds of his crying were like music to your ears.
Being able to take out your anger on your slut of a wife was truly a blessing. Reminding him of his place and who he belonged to made you feel euphoric. And you weren’t being selfish either! He enjoyed every second of this.
His cock was throbbing; aching to be touched by you. “Fuck—please fuck me!” He babbles, tears cascading down his reddened cheeks.
Part of you didn’t want to solely because he asked for it. Who was he to be making demands? But on the other hand, you were growing impatient as well. So you begrudgingly spread the now bruised molds of flesh, giving you full access to his tight entrance.
Prepping him would take far too much time to you just force it inside instead. Yeah, it hurts—quite a bit actually.
“Sir I—mmf—s-slower!” He whines, clenching his fists. “What? A pro-hero like you can’t handle a little pain?” Your cock brushes past his prostate “but, then again, you’re a pro-hero taking it up the ass.” Bakugou whimpers, utterly humiliated. Not by your words, no, but by how much he liked it; how much he would like to hear it again.
“Shit your cunt’s so tight baby.” You grunt, reveling in the way you could feel him tightening around you. As for him, however, he couldn’t really say much. You were filling him up so well he couldn’t think straight! All dumbed out just from your cock.
“Dumb fucking whore,” You moan, your thrusts becoming more erratic as you could feel that knot in the pit of your stomach tighten. And it continued to tighten until you found yourself emptying your cock instead of him; only to continue to fuck your cum deeper into his boypussy.
Bakugou knew from the beginning that he wasn’t going to cum tonight. This wasn’t about him, it was for you. And he didn’t mind because what his daddy wants, he gets.
So Bakugou, like a good housewife, doesn’t say anything when you make him cockwarm you at the dinner table. Keeping all your cum inside of him as you quietly eat your dinner.
[ 📂 ] — ——— confessions pt one (ft. various third years) !
• i finished my hw early so have all the third years being cute asf ig <3 this is a male!reader btw!! i might make a pt two if people want me to idk,, i thought if i put all of them in here it’d be too long (ﾟｏ⌒)
🖇 ⠀⠀DAICHI ~
he would be straightforward with it, treating you to a drink or snack at sakanoshita store after practice like usual. the pair of you would be sitting on a wall as the sun set before you, trainers kicking against brick as a comfortable silence settled. he’d finish his meat bun and take a moment to indulge in his own pleasures, turning his head to gaze at you while you pointed out the shapes the clouds were forming. he’d give himself one more inward whisper of encouragement and then speak into the quiet.
“i like you. and i get it if you don’t return the felings, i just wanted to get it off my chest.”
he would watch while holding his breath when you swiveled round to face him, meet your eyes and surprise to find nothing but warmth inside them.
y/n said nothing in reply, but reached out and clasped his hand soundly. he grinned and turned back to staring at the horizon, ready to step into uncharted territory with the boy by his side.
🖇 ⠀⠀SUGAWARA ~
he would treat you to something sweet at a little café on a friday, excitedly making chatter and securing his pale hand around your wrist to drag you along. he’d grab a cozy table in the corner and hold a dress rehearsal in his head, nearly blurting it out to the waiter when they came to ask what you two would like. you drink and talk and eat and he’s on the brink of spilling over, but when you stop to smile at the pair of little kids playing outside on their bikes the damn breaks.
“i really like you, y/n. far too much to keep it a secret, i think.”
your eyes widen and red overtakes your cheeks, head whipping round to face the third year.
“thank god you told me first, to think i’ve been nervous for nothing!”
you both laugh, ankles locking under the table and newfound blushes arising as you link pinkies.
🖇 ⠀⠀ASAHI ~
he shows up at your doorstep on a sunny saturday, the latest volume of your favourite mange clutched tightly in his hand as he knocks and waits for you to answer. when you do he pushed the book into your hands and asks if you’d like to go the park together with a very red face. laughing at his nervousness, you accept and ask him to give you a minute to get ready. the two of you head to the park as planned, y/n pointing out every cat or anything else he found interesting to asahi while the ace worried about what on earth he was going to say — he did think he’d get this far, and cursed himself for not having a little bit more faith in himself.
you reached a little bridge going over a stream and he grabbed your shoulder softly, waiting until you had turned to bow and say what he needed to as quickly as possible.
“uh, y/n-san, i really like you! would you consider go out with me?”
the few moments where he hears nothing but silence is where he thinks he’s messed up, until you’re hugging him tight and asking him to make sure he takes care of you. he promises that he will through stammers and flushed cheeks and you take his hand, continuing your little walk.
🖇⠀⠀ OIKAWA ~
wants the occasion to be special, of course! he hangs around shyly outside your classroo, waving and struggling with small talk with a few girls while he waits for you. when he spots your yawning figure step outside he rushed after you and asks if you would like to accompany him to a newly-opened record store. you, albeit a little surprised the oh-so popular volleyball captain wants him to join him, say yes and follow him out, the brunette speaking a mile a minute and lighting up whenever the h/c student smiles in response.
you arrive and begin to look around, wondering if they have that vinyl your cousin’s been whining about wanting.
meanwhile, tooru’s spinning the little cd he’d composed of songs he think you’d like (and ones that remind him of you) over and over in his palms, muttering to himself to just do it already! with his hands only a tiny bit sweaty, he walks over.
“y/n-chan, please accept this!” he thrusts the square cd case into your chest, lett him read the sticky note on top — reading i like you very much, and these made me think of you with a smiley face and small heart.
y/n looked it over, turning it around to see the list of songs on the back. tilting his head to meet oikawa’s brown eyes, he took great pleasure in saying “that’s rather cliché, oikawa-san. or can i call you tooru? if you really do want me to date you, that is.”
he nodded so fast you were worried his was going to hurt himself, latching onto your arm with a soft smile.
🖇 ⠀⠀ IWAIZUMI ~
just think tea errors by jack stauber bc tha’s what it looks like in my head for some reason. i feel like you’d be playing around, stealing his house keys and dangling them just out of his reach until he began to chase after you. you’d both be fighting laughter because otherwise you’d probably trip on the uneven cobbles below, iwaizumi yelling profanities your way as he hoists his satchel higher on his shoulder so it doesn’t fall off and picking up the pace. the pair of you would only come to a stop at the front door of hajime’s house; red-faced and breathless but still smiling so hard it felt their faces might crack in half. y/n bent over to rest his hands on his kness in an attempt to catch his breath, and when he flipped his h/c hair out of his eyes when he returned upright, looking at the brunette with that irritatingly pretty sparkle in his eyes, iwaizumi just had to say it there and then.
“i like you so much it’s stupid at this point.”
a moment of silence, and then you’re kissing outside his front door, his hands tangled in your hair and your own gripping his tie. it’s like you just ran home all over agai, barely taking a breath before pressing forward to meet each other in the middle again.
it’s perfect, though. you wouldn’t trade it for the world.
🖇 ⠀⠀ HANAMAKI ~
he’d try and play it off as a joke at first; inner lingering fear that you wouldn’t feel the same using the humour as an easy get out of jail free card. it would be game night — a little tradition you’d had running for a while now — and he’d be getting so sidetracked staring at you that he wouldn’t notice his character slipping into twelth place on the map. however, you did, and turned to him with a quirked brow.
“dude, you good? you usually kick my ass at mario kart, ‘hiro.”
that jolted him out of his trance and he tried to wave it off with a hal-hearted snicker, turning back to the tv screen and trying to get back in the game. he was stopped by a concerned-looking y/n who had paused the game and crawled to sit in front of him.
“don’t bullshit mec i’ve known you way too long for that. what’s up, ‘hiro?”
an awkward noiseless period passed, hanamaki fiddling with his hands and the out of use controller before crumb under the weight of the look resting in y/n’s eyes.
“i, um, like you? a lot? it’s cool if you don’t feel the same, but it would great if you just erased the memory from your brain forev—” he was cut off and arms around his neck and the weight of the boy opposite on top of him, knocking them to the floor.
“this mean i’ll get to call the great hanamaki takahiro my boyfriend now, or what? because if so, you’ll have to gimme a sec to process.”
he just sniggered and tugged you closer, seeking more warmth in the arms wrapped around him. their game of mario kart sat forgotten behind them, but neither of them cared all that much.
🖇 ⠀⠀MATSUKAWA ~
would throw it into a casual conversation then change the topic so fast bc Oops I Didn’t Mean To Say That. it was a weekend ritual for the two of you to go to either busy paces around town or the cheesy as shit shop y/n worked at every other saturday. he would sit on the counter while you worked and made snarky comments about every couple who walked through the door, sometimes whispering them in your ear when you were ringing up their stuff — you both got dirty looks from said couples, but it wasn’t like you cared all that much about it. every so often a couple of young lovers would walk past that weren’t disgustingly sappy or far too overboard with pda, and who just looked happy. enjoying their time with their partner to the fullest. that was what issei wished you and him were sometimes, gaze dragging on a little too far whenever people like that passed and only snapping out of it when y/n gently poked him.
the pair of you were sitting round the back of the shop and talking as usual, the topic of conversation turning to all those couples you saw on a daily basis. y/n has just finished his long tangent, and now matsukawa took the stage.
“like, the pda couples are gross and all, but the quietly happy looking ones? they’re nice. i kinda wish that was us, you know.“ he pause, realised what he’d just said, and cleared his throat to try and rid the feeling of panic rising fast. change the subject. maybe he didn’t hear you? “so anyway, have you played the new zelda game yet? it’s supposed to be really good.”
you stopped him with a fingertip to his lips, giving him a glare that screamed really? before you just shook your head and kissed him. and oh. issei really wouldn’t mind being a gross pda couple if it meant he could kiss you like this.
• me when i. this is self indulgent asf lmao, hope u enjoyed it at least at little bit tho <3 ask box is open (i say to the likenthree people ac reading this) so uh use that if u wnana ⛹️ and pt two will be out soon!!
(Drunk exchanges: Asmo pining for Male!Mc) (barbatos x M!mc)angst!!
The Recent beach event setting!!
Everyone could tell Asmo took a large liking to Mc, if you couldn’t tell you probably were tone deaf.
Of course Mc knew it as well, he didn’t enjoy toying with Asmo’s emotions but he didn’t truly want to ruin their friendship because the moment he told Asmo he didn’t love him back he’d become a mess or worse creating issues for Lucifer.
So he went about it acting like he couldn’t tell.
“Hey! Mc hand me another shot!.” Mammon wasn’t very shy about asking for more.
“Sigh….Mammon I recommend you pace yourself before you get intoxicated.”the same shivering gaze was directed to the now intimidated mammon as Lucifer sipped lightly on his demonous.
“Mc! how about body shots hmm~!”
“Oh-! No thank you Asmo I’m alright with the cup I’m using now!”of course you didn’t want body shots but you felt terrible saying something so harsh
“Say how about a game of truth or dare-!!” The white haired sorcerer spouted clearly tipsy with the human world alcohol he bought,”I don’t know Solomon knowing everyone it might get out of han-“
“That sounds fun loosen up Lucifer!!” Ah yes diavolo the one person Lucifer is obligated to hold his tongue back to.
“Me first! me first!” Asmo shouted
“Mc truth or dare~!”
Damn,no matter that you picked you were sure fucked out of luck….
“Would you rather kiss Simeon or Lucifer~!!”
You said your thanks for him not asking you to answer anything that could hurt his feelings-
“Simeon, he seems like he would be a good kisser.” everyone could see Simeons visible blush while lucifers pride was knocked down a punch.
“I’ll go next!.” You felt relief knowing it was solomons turn but also a bit of pressure seeing as he was Asmo’s closest comrade and could if he so pleased make everything go down the shit hole.
“Mc truth or dare?”
“Nope!!! You picked truth last time it’s dare now!”
“Why ask at all then..”
“Hush!, I dare you to kiss the person you think is the most beautiful here!”
The pit in your stomach enlarged as you could feel everyone’s eyes on you, Asmo’s peach ones specifically it was a deafening silence not wanting to go to them.
Asmo could feel his hopes bubbling up as he watched you his heart puttered like rain on an umbrella lovers share gently,
He hoped you would walk his way glance at him maybe a side stare was enough to fill his greed but no you didn’t, as you walked past him he felt himself stop in time
He could have sworn to his father that he even felt your shoulders brush a bit as you left him standing like a fool in the rain taking the umbrella with you…
Cupping Barbato’s face gently as if he was a porcelain doll who’d shatter if you weren’t careful. A light kiss from a fairy tale was shared and you stroked his bottom lips ever so slightly looking at the man so warmly it hurt.
“Oh…my..” he mumbled blushing slightly
“Oh no…” Satan mumbled he was closest with asmo and right now he felt his own heart break from the scene he just watched his brother looked lost like maybe he was in an entirely new place.
“Asmo…I swear..!” Solomon stared at him panicking
“I’m not feeling well I’ll be leaving for some beauty rest goodnight you all~!” But his tone didn’t match his face when he said goodnight it seemed sad…
Hello my darlings! Welcome to my heta blog! Here's a few things I'd like to share about myself and this blog!
My name is Bunny! I go by he/him I identify as a trans male, and love Hetalia, sadly not much Hetalia x m reader is here, so I made this for all men who wanna smooch a heta character! Sadly I will only do male characters, sorry
✨🎫What I write for!~
2ps and AUs!
Trans and cis males! However due to bottom dysphoria I will write male s/o's with a penis if doing nsfw content
Sfw and nsfw content
Fluff, Angst, etc.
✨💋What I won't write for!~
Female heta characters
Nyos of male characters
V*gin4 related, sorry but my dysphoria refuses
Incest, pedophilia, etc.
Thank you for reading! Can't wait to see your asks!
I love the demon bros demon outfits so much but I so desperately want to see the ones with wings take off their shirts/jackets. Not bc it's sexy, I just wanna see them awkwardly struggle to fit their large wings out of them like a bunch of awkward chickens.
#obey me #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me x male reader #obey me x reader #obey me! leviathan #om! leviathan
have you ever felt what it was like to dream? to even vividly remember the dream? how does it feel; does it feel nice? you wonder and wonder, but the dreams are always there (only with a few changes). you're only reliving a dream.
← in books, freedom mors certa, hora incerta →
❝WHAT HAPPENED, CHIFUYU.❞
The boy before you looks away, too uncomfortable to even speak. His eyes dart all over the place, not wanting to open his mouth, the other blonde behind him looking scared, as you stare him down, eyes unusually blank. Chifuyu doesn't know what to say, but he's been like this - he's always trying to make you not worry but you're worried.
"Chifuyu..." you say slowly, "who did this?"
There are bandages all over him, and there are faint bruises all over his face. He directs his gaze towards the ground, looking at his shoes, shifting around, trying not to talk to you. You can tell that he's uncomfortable, and that he's hiding something from you (but you can't break down, asking him "Why?" because you just can't—), and you want to know why.
"Nothing... happened, [Name]," he says quietly, looking up towards you, "I just got into a bad fight."
Your eyes glance over at the blonde behind him, noticing that he had a bewildered expression, then your eyes flicker back down to Chifuyu. "You're a liar," you state, hands in your pockets, back hunched over. You narrow your eyes, leaning towards him, "And you're bad at hiding things, Matsuno."
He stiffens, lips in a thin line as he once again avoids your gaze. Your gaze is hard and steely, never backing down, but he's the one to back down (but he'd never do that; the Chifuyu you knew before would never). You watch his fists clench with unbearable tightness, and he turns his back towards you, saying quietly:
"I'm sorry, [Name], but I can't tell you."
You watch him walk away, the blonde glancing between you and Chifuyu, before stuttering out a small "S-Sorry, bye, [Name]-kun...!" and ran away, catching up to the other.
Your brows furrow, a crease forming as you clench your teeth. "Tch..." you click your tongue, turning on your heel as you march off, agitated. You pull out a pack of cigarettes, taking out a stick, and putting it in between your lips. Fishing for your lighter, you felt something wet hit you; it was raining. You bit down on the bud, pulling up your hood, and tried to look for your lighter, muttering profanities in the process.
"Fuck..." you curse, "Did I leave it at home?"
You spat out your damp cigarette, stomping on it even though it wasn't even lit. You glare at it, taking out your phone in the process, and began to text one person that you knew should know what happened to Chifuyu: Baji Keisuke.
...But your brow twitches at the contact name Baji gave himself, even more irked. "What kind of fucking name is 'Kei-Kei'?" you hiss, leaning over your phone to cover it from getting wet in the rain.
Hey, what the hell happened to Chifuyu?
i don't know?
i'm sorry, [name]
but, i have to go. bye <3
You can't just—
I know you can fucking see my messages, Keisuke; tell me what happened to him, right now.
Your grip on your phone tightens as you stare at it, a tight smile forming, your eye twitching. "...I see," you mutter, turning your head away, ignoring the fact that you might be late to school. "I get it. I understand. Yeah. I totally do." You could feel your anger beginning to swell up, your chest becoming tighter, the more you dwelled on the thought of Baji not wanting to talk to you.
You dial someone's phone number, ignoring the droplets of rain that drip down your face.
"Hello?" Draken's voice comes from the other side of the phone, confused. You can hear shifting in the background, as well as rain, meaning that he was outside, doing something (probably with Mikey, really).
"Ryuguji," you say blankly.
The shifting stops and, "...What happened?"
It takes a lot for you to not shout and scream at him because you know he knows what's happening: you can feel your chest tightening as you try to even speak. "No, that's my questo- question, Ryuguji." You ignore the stumble in your words because you're too busy being angry to even care about a simple mistake like that. "What the fuck is happening in Toman right now?"
"...Huh? Are you trying to say something?" he questions, a hint of hostility in his voice. "You don't just fucking call someone, to accuse 'em of somethin', [Name]."
You let out a laugh full of disbelief, shoving your other hand inside your pocket. "You're funny, Ryuguji, because as far as I know, Chifuyu was beaten to a fuckin' pulp, and that Baji's not responding to me," you scoff, clenching your phone, "And I know you and Mikey know." But the more you spoke, the more your voice wavers, and you didn't like that.
You weren't supposed to waver, in times like these.
There's a sigh on the other end, and a quiet, "Hold on" leaving you to wait for whatever.
"Hi, [Name]-chan," Mikey says, but you can tell he wasn't happy.
You let out a small sigh, leaning back against a wall. "...Mikey, I just wanna know," you mutter lowly, head lowering into your knees as you hold them close to your chest, "What happened?"
"Okay," he agrees. "Let's meet at my house then."
You put your hands in your pockets, standing outside of the Sano Household, glancing away. You let out a tiny sneeze, realizing that you had stood in the rain for a bit too long than you should've. You rub the back of your head, sighing when you notice that it was damp. "...I should've brought an umbrella," you murmur, taking out your pack of cigarettes.
It was completely ruined, and your face turns at the sight, disappointed.
You lift your head, looking at the pair that just arrived in front of you. "Ah," you wave your hand, faltering when you sneezed, "...Sorry. Anyway, uh—" You cut yourself off, having been dragged towards the household by someone, making you blink in surprise. You stumble a little, trying to follow whoever was dragging you as you mutter, "I need'ta get to school soon, so like, I'm—"
"Just shut up already," Draken says, deadpanning, holding an umbrella. "You're goin' inside, whether you like it or not."
You let out a small snort, realizing that it was Mikey that was dragging you towards his house. "Come on, [Name]-chan, you're gonna get sick," he says blandly, stating the obvious.
[Name] used to visit the Sano Household before he stopped hanging out with the others.
"Where's Em-choo! Emma—Where's Emma?" you sneeze, trying to talk. You ruffle your hair with the towel given to you, drying yourself off. "Is she... not here?"
Mikey shrugs, leaning back into the couch. "I dunno... Maybe at school?"
You lean forward towards the shorter, saying, "Well, since I have to go to school soon, can we talk?" You didn't want to rush, but you also didn't want to be late for school. You glance at your phone, seeing the time: 8:02
"..." The shorter blonde blinks at you, before nodding, "Sure. We can talk. Ask away, I guess."
You ease down, relaxing a little. Your brows furrow, your mind racing back to the memory of Baji's poem from the future (but was it the future, or was it a dream?), hand opening and closing as you try to process your thoughts. A small sigh leaves your lips, and you quietly murmur, with your head lowered, "Tell me everything, that's all I want to know."
"...Baji quit Toman, and joined Valhalla, a gang that's lead by Hanma Shuji," Mikey says, gauging your reaction. "I don't know what caused it, but I asked Takemitchy to bring him back, but he only brought back the Vice-Captain, Chifuyu."
"Then," you scowl, "what the hell happened to Chifuyu?"
Draken lets out a small scoff, leaning back against the couch, raising a brow. "You're smart, aren't you, [Name]? Isn't it obvious?"
"Wh—" You pause. "Ah. Is that it?" Your face shifts into a blank expression, leaning back, ignoring the coldness of your back, "...Huh." You look up in thought, not caring about anything, "..."
"...If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, don't fucking do it," the taller warns, narrowing his eyes towards you. "Because you're not gonna get him back. He already did his test of faith or whatever, so don't do it—he's been causin' trouble lately, I hope you know. Hasn't he told you about his situation?"
You don't answer him, turning your head, gaze downcast.
"[Name]." He stresses your name as though he knows what you want to do, "Don't. You're not even in a gang, so why should you care? Toman's business isn't your business."
Mikey doesn't say anything, staring at something else; outside.
"Then, let me join Toman," you suddenly say, face turning serious. "It's not like I don't know how the gang works, I've hung out with y'al—you guys, since a long ass time. I know the people in there, too."
"No," the shorter refutes, "I don't want you to get caught up in our mess, [Name]-chan."
"But I do," you argue back, glaring at him. "Toman's all over the fucking place, I can tell! It's gone to shit for a long ass time," you stand up, clenching the towel in your hands tightly, "So, please, let me join you in the fight against Valhalla. I won't make say anything about it, I won't bother you about it—Just let me join you."
Draken sighs, saying, "No—"
"Fine," Mikey says.
You blink, turning your head towards Mikey.
He gives you a small smile, patting your shoulder as he stands up. "I understand how you feel," he nods, ignoring Draken's blatant stare of 'Why', hand resting on your shoulder, "I care about Baji, too... You can join Toman. But first, you have to visit Mitsuya to get your uniform; he wouldn't mind, either. You're a good friend of ours."
Staring at him, you let your head droop, and your shoulders relax as you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.
(For once in your life, you felt relieved.)
Opening your eyes, you blinked, looking around you. “…Back here, huh,” you muttered to yourself, glancing away. You were in your room once more, and you accomplished nothing at all.
You stared at your hands, furrowing a brow. “…Urk—!” you groaned, holding your head, “What the hell… is with this sudden pain in my head…?” The pain subdued, but there was a certain tightness in your chest. You looked up, eyes wide, trying to process what was happening.
Your voice dropped to a whisper, hands shaking in the process.
”…Kazutora, Mikey, Baji… What have you guys done?”
Memories, flowing inside your head - they wouldn’t stop: they can’t stop. You shut your eyes tightly, trying not to focus on the pain, but it was all you could feel. Holding your head, trying to breathe, but you couldn’t breathe.
”Shit…” you cursed, “This shouldn’t be happening… There’s no way something like that could happen—!”
From what you could gather, you were in the future, and something was causing it to change—you’re sure of it (and you’re tired of it). You clenched your fists, glaring down at the ground, trying to figure out what was happening. I’m in the future, yet nothing around me feels like things have changed, but things definitely changed.
You looked up at your ceiling, letting out a tiny sigh. “…I didn’t think…” you muttered quietly, “that I’d be here, stuck… Was joining Toman truly the right choice?”
The more you muttered to yourself, the more your surroundings began to change. You didn’t realize it until your hand brushed against something cold: a doorknob.
You knock on the door to the classroom that you know belongs to a certain President of the Home Economics club, waiting for a call or whatever. The person you were trying to visit was Mitsuya Takashi, who called you over to his school to receive the uniform (though, you really didn't want to do it).
"Oh, [Name]-chan," Mitsuya greets, opening the door with a smile, "It's been a while."
You wave your hand in response, giving him a grin, "Yo, Mitsuya." You waltz inside the room, ignoring the number of girls that were inside, sweat-dropping in the process. "...So, you called me here for the uniform, right?" you query, glancing over to the taller boy, hands in your pockets.
He lets out a small laugh, grinning. "Yeah... To be honest, I didn't think you'd join Toman," he admits, rubbing the back of his head. "You'd always decline Mikey's or, er... Baji's invites to join, too... So, I was kind of surprised when Mikey called me, saying to prepare you a uniform!"
All you did in response was shrug.
"Anyway... I'll be needing your measurements and things like that," he says, walking towards his sewing machine. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you look fine in it."
You stare at him, deadpanning, before huffing, amused. You put a hand to your chest, raising your other one (always one for dramatics...), eyes closed as you say, "Thank you, Mitsuya, my... er, friend, for, uh..." faltering, you began to lower your hands, lips forming a thin line as you continue to try and come out with a line, "...Yeah, I can't think of anything; sorry."
"You're still the same [Name] I know."
You look at him, staring for a few seconds before turning your head, letting out a chuckle. You look off to the side, shrugging your shoulders once more. "I guess," you say softly, "I guess."
(You're positive that you're not the same, and that you won't ever be the same.)
You lay awake in your bed, staring up at your ceiling, occasionally glancing towards your uniform that was hanging up on your wall. A small sigh left your lips, the more you try to stop thinking.
You feel tired, yet you're not sure if you can manage to sleep. There're too many things that had happened today, and they're mostly the cause of what's making you stay up late, really.
(Writing poems would've helped if it weren't for the fact that you would be reminded of Baji's poem.)
You close your eyes, only to hear a ding go off. You open them almost instantly, blinking. Glancing over towards your phone that lay on your nightstand, you lean over to grab it, eyes squinting due to the sudden brightness when you turn it on. You sigh, checking the notification, frowning in the process.
[name], are you there?
i'm sorry if you're mad at me, but i have my reasons.
You let out a sigh, looking at his messages. Turning your phone off, you move to put it back on your nightstand, but another ding from your phone makes you pause. Narrowing your eyes, you frown and move to look at the message:
please, i'm sorry.
I know what you did, Baji.
And you turn off your phone, putting it back on your nightstand, putting it on silent mode. You close your eyes, resting your head against your pillow (ignoring the tightness in your chest), and began to slowly fall asleep.
This is just a dream.
(But it wasn't a dream.)
He lets out a groan of frustration, putting his hands to his face, already knowing he fucked up and that he can't change the past (but he doesn't regret his decision). The only thing that he regrets is not being able to get your forgiveness, but that's fine. Maybe it was better this way because he knows that on October 31st, things won't be good.
He knows it very well, but it's not like he can change it, right?
Memories race through his mind, and he's full of sudden guilt and there's a heavy weight put onto his chest. He beat up his Vice-Captain (who looks up to him dearly), he left Toman (who he cares about very deeply—but does he?), and he hurt you (who he likes very much). There's not much that he can say, there's not much that he could say.
He's gripping a piece of paper tightly in his hands, eyes running through it once more. His eyes hurt, they sting a lot, but he wasn't crying (he shouldn't be crying, you know?) - of course, he wasn't. Don't think he was, he's not someone that'd cry over this, idiot.
It's a poem that's in his hands, but who's it for?
(It's for you, don't you realize?)
There's a pain in his chest, he knows it (yet, he doesn't acknowledge it). But it doesn't hurt, compared to the pain he's inflicted upon others—he doesn't want to think about it, but it's all that he can think about. Think, think, think, think - and he doesn't want to think, but everything's reminding him of you.
The only that hurts is when you changed his nickname that he put (and that you kept there for who knows how long) to his last name, it hurt. It really did hurt, but he has to move on.
(He doesn't want to, but he has to.)
He's sorry (very sorry).
Staring at his phone in his hand, he slowly turns it off with a heavy heart, closing his eyes. He breathes in and breathes out, trying to calm his racing heart that seemed to ache every since the start of the day, and he grips his chest tightly, frowning.
"Sorry, Mom..." he mutters, leaning back onto his bed, furrowing his brows, "I don't think you'll get to meet him like I said you would."
Summary: He has been working a suspicious amount of overtime nowadays, not being able to give you as much as attention as you’d like. Fed up, you decide to visit him at work, but when you see him and this other woman in his office, you suddenly get why he has been working overtime and you lose it.
Admin note: Just a quick writing to distract myself ❤️
Warnings: Nothing too bad, just time out i guess and getting scolded? Reader is bratty and throws explosive tantrums, is it called l!ttlesp@ce? If not please let me know I’m new to this
Enough was enough.
Wasn’t Taehyung the one who decided that every weekend the two of you would spend time together?
Then why were you here, alone, watching some rerun of some telenovela? Granted, it was kind of entertaining despite you not knowing what the hell was going on - but! This wasn’t how you envisioned spending your Friday night, all alone.
It wasn’t fair! Taehyung was so agitated when your best friend and you went out on a weekend trip together, and now here he is, spending most of his weekend at his stupid job instead of with you.
“I can’t help it, love.”
“It’s really important. I have to go.”
“I can’t cancel this meeting, I’ll make it up to you.”
More and more excuses by the day, you weren’t able to keep up with them anymore.
But you weren’t going to sit here and sob, you were going to get up, go to his work and tell him the truth - that he was neglecting you and this arrangement that you set up.
However your confident pace slowed down as you neared his office door. Taehyung must’ve only taken you here two times times at most but you knew that the amber colored door belonged to his office.
You placed your hand on the handle, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, and you opened the door. “Hey, I-“
Your eyes scanned over the two figures in the room. One belonged to Taehyung while the other belonged to... a woman? She and Taehyung were sitting together, very close, on the velvet sofa, and from what you could see they were looking at something on a tablet.
“Who the fuck is this?” You slammed the door shut behind you.
“Uhm, Tae? What’s going on?” The girl frowned as she looked at him. “I’m his-“
Tae... she even called him Tae.
You snatched the tablet out of her hands and your heart dropped at the sight.
‘Press confirm to book this wedding venue.’
“A wedding? You’re... You’re...” You knew it. You knew that he wasn’t simply working overtime. But you never thought that Taehyung was getting married to some whore.
“Y/N.” Taehyung got up from the sofa and stepped towards you.
You gripped onto the tablet as you stepped back, holding in angry tears.
“Take a deep breath and let me explain. She’s my-“
Anger overtook you and you swung the iPad, barely missing the woman that was right beside him.
The woman gasped and Taehyung’s eyes darkened as he glanced at you with disappointment dripping off his face. “You should leave, we can talk later.” He turned to look at the woman who nodded and took her purse before she left.
“I’m leaving too!” You announced but before you reached the door, Taehyung grabbed you by the arm.
“No, you’re not. You are going to listen to me and calm down this instant. You are making a fool out of yourself.”
You gritted your teeth. Your heart skipping faster at the two options present: you obeyed or you disobeyed, and you went for the latter.
“Let me go!” You shouted before dropping yourself to the floor as you let out a scream, slipping some profanities out while you were at it.
“Have it your way, dear. You need a moment to calm down.” With that, he stepped away and sat back at his desk.
You couldn’t believe that Taehyung was so casual, so calm about all of this - as if you were the problem and not his cheating ass. All sorts of feelings rushed through your chest before you dropped to your back and started kicking and screaming as loud as you could.
Taehyung completely ignored you, typing away at his keyboard and printing out something here and there. He didn’t even glance at you or showed any sort of expression. He remained focused at his work.
There was something - a spark inside of your head that kept encouraging you to scream and kick around even more, to let out all of your frustration, and so you did.
You only stopped when your throat felt hoarse, and you laid there on the floor and panted out of exhaustion.
“Done?” Taehyung peeked from behind his monitor.
“Shut the fuck up!” You screamed with balled fists.
“I suppose not. Let me know when you’re finished, love.”
“You’re an asshole! A jerk! A liar!” You raised your voice at him but when you didn’t get any response, you grew angry again and you looked around the room.
There, you spotted a statue, a small one, of the Eifel tower, when the two of you went on a business trip to Paris, you picked it out for his office.
You dashed to the cabinet and grabbed the statue.
“Oh, you won’t dare.” You heard Taehyung’s voice from behind you.
You spun around, clutching the small object in your hand.
“If you do what I think you’re going to do with it, I’m going to discipline you. Understood?” Taehyung looked away from the screen to give you a warning glare.
Despite the miniature size of the tower, it made quite some noise as it bounced on the floor and came to a full stop after it made contact with Taehyung’s desk.
“I warned you and you still chose to misbehave.” He got up from his desk and you tried to flee to the door but it was locked tight, and Taehyung grabbed you once again by the arm as he dragged you across the room.
“No! No! Stop!” You screeched, then coughed at the sandpaper feel in your throat. “Stop!” You whined as Taehyung pushed you into the corner.
Instantly, you lifted up your arms, keeping your hands up high above your head.
“Dare to lower them and I’ll add extra time. Stand here and don’t move an inch until I come get you. Five minutes.”
Sure, five minutes might not sound like too much, but after a minute and a half, you could feel some muscles in your arms already tightening and you let out a soft groan, lowering your arms slightly to relieve some of the tension.
The slam of Taehyung’s fist against the desk caused you to jump up and raise your hands as high as you could.
“It burns...” You complained, wiggling your fingers in the hopes of releasing some of the tension but it didn’t help.
“Should’ve thought of that before misbehaving.”
Geez, he was so cold.
You tilted your head back as you inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply, trying to distract your thoughts as you felt the intensity of the burning sensation in your arms increasing.
“It really hurts...” You winced as you felt your arms shaking, struggling to not drop to your sides again. “Please...”
“Three more minutes. Now stop complaining before I add more time.”
Your lips pressed against each other as you looked up to your arms, they were shaking as if you were holding something very heavy.
Finally, you gave up and dropped them to your sides.
“No, you are not finished yet.” Taehyung got up from his desk and walked towards you.
“No, no,” You complained as he grabbed your wrists with his one hand and held them pinned above your head.
“Three more minutes.” Taehyung pulled his hand out of his pocket to look at the Rolex on his wrist, tapping his foot as he glanced at the floor, slipping his other hand back in his pocket. It was hard to know what he was thinking at moments like this.
The next three minutes were excruciating, and when your punishment was over, Taehyung let go of your wrists, causing your arms to fall to your side, they almost felt like noodles, there was no feeling in them and they felt wobbly- it was an uncomfortable feeling.
You dropped yourself to the floor again, this time with tears rolling down your face. “I hate you, I hate you so much! I should’ve known that you weren’t really working overtime!” You shouted. “I’m not that fun to be with, is that it? I don’t blame you, she’s gorgeous, I hope the two of you will be happy!” You sobbed.
“But you didn’t have to do this! You should’ve just told me to get out of your life and I would’ve been completely fine with that, but to do this behind my back?” You sobbed as you rubbed your eyes, your chest heaving as you grew more saddened at what had just happened.
“Y/N, listen to me.”
Your sobs got louder as you shook your head. “I deserve it. I know how I can get, I’m dumb, I’m loud, I’m ugly, you’re too good for me, but she? She’s gorgeous. I would cheat on me too.” Your head was starting to hurt from all the emotions you were going through in such a short time. “I, I will pack my stuff and you’ll never see me again!” You wailed, slowly hyperventilating at how upset you were getting.
“She’s my sister.”
“Your... sister?” You looked up to him. “You’re saying that, that woman-“
“The wedding venue’s owner is a good client I’ve worked with in the past. She came over so I could negotiate a good deal for her. She came back after a year of working abroad.”
The more Taehyung spoke, the more ashamed you felt of your own behavior. So that means you almost threw the tablet at his sister’s head, plus you acted this way for absolutely nothing. How humiliating.
“I thought...” You couldn’t even speak any more as you started to wail again, the thought of the two of you separating worried you sick.
“Come here,” Taehyung kneeled down in front of you and pulled you closer. You laid your head on his shoulder and felt him picking you up from the marble floor. You didn’t speak as you just sobbed, glancing around the room as he hummed and rubbed your back.
After you calmed down, almost falling asleep in his hold, he placed you down on the desk. You sat up straight as you looked at him confused.
“Look,” He showed you the tablet, the one you threw earlier. “Look at what you did to it.”
The screen was cracked, and you were able to see some of the wires underneath.
“I broke it.” You said in a soft whisper as you looked down at your lap.
“You broke it.” Taehyung repeated. “Is it okay to throw tablets yes or no?”
“No.” You replied. “It’s not okay to throw tablets.” You spoke fully.
“Is that good or bad behavior?” He questioned further.
“Bad... very bad.” You started to suck on your fingers as your other hand spun a lock of your hair around, growing nervous the more Taehyung was scolding you.
“And this,” He showed the Eifel tower. “You threw this, didn’t you?”
“I did.” You confessed in a soft whine.
“Say that properly.” Taehyung corrected you.
“Yes, I did throw it.” You popped out your fingers.
“When we get home, you are going to sell one of the many things I bought you, and with that money, you will pay for the repairs, do you understand?”
“Yes.” You nodded, not looking forward to having to sell one of your many gifts, but it’s not like you had a few hundred dollars laying around to fix this expensive device.
“Now, what do you say?” Taehyung asked as he placed the tablet next to you on the desk and the statue back into the cupboard.
“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”
“I know you can give me a better apology than that.” Taehyung hummed as he patted your wet fingers with a tissue.
“I’m sorry for throwing things and for breaking the tablet, and for misbehaving.”
“I forgive you.” Taehyung leaned in and planted a quick kiss on your lips before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a hug.
A/n: please realize that this take place in 1910's
Please reblog uwu.
After leaving Neverland the Jolly Roger was back on the business.
The crew saw a little boat and decided to point a light on it, they saw a person, they called them but the person was completely unconscious, the crew decided to make the boat got closer to the ship, one of the crew mates go to the captain's cabin to inform their captain about the situation.
When the crew got the boat closer one of them jumped to the boat, the pirate realized that it was a man, he was wearing some black clothes and with him a bag with his tools, the pirate put his hand on the men's neck.
"He's alive!" The pirate yelled.
Suddenly the Captain looked over the board.
"Bring him on deck now!" He said, then turned to the deck.
"Smee! Get some dry clothes for the man!"
"Yes Cap'n!" The older man answered.
(y/n) woke up confused and cold, he turned to his left and there was some clothes and boots, he didn't know where he was, he checked his surrounders very carefully, then suddenly the door opened and a tall man with a hook and red coat entered the little room.
"Oh well, I see you are awake" The man said looking at him.
"Excuse me, sir, but where am I?" The (e/c) eye colored man asked, the pirate grabbed the clothes and put them closer to the other man.
"in the middle of the sea, on my ship the Jolly Roger, and put that on, I will not accept a sick man on this ship" The man said with a cold but elegant tone.
"And may I know who are you?" (y/n) asked, the man was about to leave but he turned back.
"Captain James Hook" James said his blue eyes looking up and down (y/n)'s body it wasn't a flirty look by the way.
"Well, Captain I am Doctor (y/n) (l/n)" he answered very calm and proud looking straight to the captain's eyes, he was scared but he wasn't going to show it, the captain was a little surprised by your tone but he didn't say anything.
"Well now excuse me, but I have to change" you told the captain and gestured the door, the captain got out of the quarter.
(y/n) finally change with some pirate clothes it wasn't his style but it's better than the wet clothes.
The doctor was looking at his black leather bag, making sure none of his tools were damaged, someone knocked on the door and entered the quarter.
"The cap'n wants to see you" a man with a red beanie said, the doctor sigh and got out following the man to the captain's cabin, he started to listen some music coming out of the inside, the man with the red beanie told him to enter, he did then the man shut the door, he saw the captain playing his harpsichord, the captain looked at him.
"Lovely tone" he said, the pirate make a little smirk.
"Thank you, Doctor" The captain answered , (y/n) arched his eyebrow a little, the captain stood up and got closer to the doctor.
"Doctor, I want to know about you, please sit down, you must be very hungry"
"Well, yes, only God knows how many days I spent on the sea" he said and sat down, so did the Captain, the man with the red beanie entered again with some food and wine.
"Thank you" (y/n) said said and drank some wine, the captain didn't stop looking at him and make a little gesture so the older man would leave them alone.
"And tell me, how did you ended in the sea?" The captain said with curiosity.
"It is a little confusing, the last thing I remember is seeing some fire from the distance when I was already on the boat" (y/n) answered and began to eat, God, that was delicious, he was starving.
"Interesting, well Doctor, tell me about yourself" the captain said, he was a little too curious about the doctor.
"oh well, what would you like to know, captain?" He answered, the captain didn't seem to hide the fact that he was looking for a ring in (y/n)'s hand.
"Are you married?" The captain said and sip on some wine, (y/n) didn't react at the personal question.
"no, is there any miss on your side?" You said, the captain arched an eyebrow.
"No I am not interested in those" he said.
"woman" The captain said calmly, the (h/c) haired man made a 'oh' with his mouth, the two man keep talking and eating, the conversation was actually very smooth.
"Doctor, I have a offer for you" The captain said, the (e/c) eyes of the doctor looked at him with curiosity.
"This ship already has a doctor" he began to talk.
"I was thinking, that maybe you would like to be my personal Doctor" He said, (y/n) looked at the captain not very convinced and crossed his arms.
"You will be payed for your service, and obviously have food and clothes, my crew would not bother you at all, you would be very safe in here but you will have to follow me when I get off this ship" He explained.
"I accept, oh and, I will need proper clothes Captain, I am a doctor not a pirate" you said firmly, the captain give you a little smirk.
"Of course, I will find a way to give you better clothes, dear" he said, they keep talking a little, the captain was charming and a gentleman, he had manners and was everything (y/n) could ask for, but he wasn't going to fell that easy.
It's been a year since (y/n) ended up in the Jolly Roger, he learned how to use a sword and a gun, the captain teach him, speaking of him and the captain, they started kind of cold and the captain's anger issues didn't help, but with the pass of time the two man started to get along very well.
The doctor woke up with a loud noise, then another, and another, he got up and grabbed his gun, he didn't saw anything so he decided to see on deck, nothing.
The crew was a little confused about the source of the sound, (y/n) got to the captain's cabin, James wasn't there that was weird they always left together, he got back to his quarter and started to put on the clothes that the crew got him they were some elegant clothes the crew stole from some rich folks, he fixed his hair and go out with his bag, the wind in his face and the smell of the sea, he didn't miss his normal life, this one was more exciting.
The doctor was helping some crew member with a cut on their hand when suddenly there was a lot of commotion, some crewmates were helping the captain get in the ship he was bleeding, his skin was pale.
(y/n) quickly stood up and help the pirates, they got into the cabin and the doctor and the captain were left alone, (y/n) put the captain on the floor and got rid off the captain's upper clothes, the doctor was moving quickly, trying to stop the bleeding, the captain was numb, he felt dizzy, his chest hurt and (y/n)'s mumbling sound with an echo.
"Alright, James don't fall sleep I need you to stay with me" the doctor said with a soft voice, those forget-me-not kind of eyes looked at the doctor's (e/c) eyes, James only thought about the doctor, he seem to forget about the pain for a minute.
"This is going to hurt" The voice of the doctor interrupted his thoughts, (y/n) put some cotton with alcohol in the wounds, the pirate screamed with pain, the doctor didn't react and keep curing the wounds, the captain feel his chest burning, it hurts so much, he felt (y/n)'s hands on him, he closed his eyes.
"no, James, please stay with me" (y/n) said, the captain opened his eyes, he saw the relief in (y/n)'s face, the doctor keep working on his wounds, James felt how the needle entered in his skin and how the string was passing, the doctor turned him over and started to clean the wounds on the captain's back, James screamed again.
"I'm sorry!" The doctor said.
Finally, (y/n) started to put bandages on the captain' chest and back, the captain was tired, he wanted to rest but was scared that he would die.
"Alright, now I'm going to put you in your bed" the doctor said, he grabbed James and stood up, the captain groaned and sobbed a little.
"Its alright James, the pain it is almost over" the soft voice of (y/n) sounded distant.
The doctor put the captain in bed and fixes the pillows so he could sit and not damage his bandages, the captain sit down.
"You can rest now, you will be alright" the doctor said, the captain shake his head.
"I will die, and I will be alone"
(y/n) felt his heart break, he got closer to the captain.
"You won't, James, everything will be alright, and your not alone, I am right here with you" the doctor said, James looked at him and sigh.
"If you don't sleep the pain will be worse, James" the pirate finally closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
The captain and the doctor were drinking and playing chess.
"I guess you win, Captain" the doctor said.
"oh please, call me James" he said, looking at (y/n) the doctor give him a little smirk.
"Alright, James, you win" (y/n) said.
"I like how you say my name" the captain said
"You are drunk" the doctor said with a giggle.
"i might be, but you know what they say ,my dear, kids and drunks don't lie" he got closer to the doctor's face.
"May I kiss you, doctor?" The captain asked, (y/n) nod, God James was such a gentleman.
"please, call me (y/n)" he said and finally locked lips with the captain.
"Is he alright?" Smee entered the cabin and saw the doctor who was cleaning the blood off his hands.
"Yes, he needs rest, when he wakes up he will need water and food" the doctor said, Smee sight with relief.
"Can you bring me some clothes, Smee?" The doctor said, the older man nod and go out of the cabin, (y/n) looked at the captain he looked so in peace, Smee returned and bring him another shirt,vest and coat.
The doctor was taking off his shirt, he grabbed a wet cloth and started cleaned the blood off his chest.
The captain opened his eyes a little and didn't saw (y/n), he closed his eyes again, he was very tired, the dizziness didn't go away.
"l-love" the captain said, with his eyes closed, the doctor put on the shirt and walk towards the bed.
"Yes?" He said, the captain grabbed his hand.
"Don't leave me" James said with a whisper and thighing his grip on (y/n)'s hand.
"Please" James said again.
"I will be right here" (y/n) said, sitting down in the border of the bed.
The captain was way different when he was with (y/n), he was more patient and calm, the doctor new a lot about the captain, they have gone very close in the year they been working together, (y/n) is always there with him, he has seen the captain's most sensible moments and viceversa, the captain seem to finally find the perfect man, but he didn't feel worthy of being loved.
"It is alright, James, breath, I'm here" that (____) accent with a soft tone was trying to wake him up.
"You are safe, wake up" (y/n) said, carefully shaking the captain, James opened his eyes and he was crying, sweating and his breath was uncontrollable.
"hey, hey, breath, I'm here nothing is going to hurt you" he said, cupping the captain's cheek, this wasn't the first time this happened to James, he physically left the island but his mind was tormenting him everytime he tried to rest.
The doctor keep holding the captain's hand, he wasn't going to leave him, the (e/c) eyes of the doctor looked at James's face, he seem to be very relaxed, whatever the captain is dreaming about it must be good.
A/N: heeeeeyy, i know it took a long time, but here it is!, I will make a part 2 u.u
pairing: draken x m!reader
summary: “i’ve always loved you...”
warnings: manga spoilers!! chapter 223 and below, for those who aren’t caught up or aren’t manga readers, angst, one-sided love (?)
word count: 2.3k+
a/n: inspired by gone, gone / thank you by tyler, the creator & looking out for you by joy again
You lay on the ground, breathing heavily. It hurts to breath, and it hurts to not breath—either way, it’ll hurt. You don’t like the pain, but you’ll power through it. There’s a pain in your chest the more you try to breathe, and you take slow, deep painful breaths.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
It’s raining, you think, in a daze. Your eyes squint a bit as you try to focus your attention on the noise beside you, but the rain puts you at peace, almost relinquishing the pain you were feeling. There’s almost an empty feeling in your stomach, but maybe it’s because you know what’s happening to you.
(Breathe in and out.
In and out.)
Your eyes slowly trail over towards the crying male, feeling his warmth. His eyes are bright blue, but it is not the man you love. You don’t love him, and he doesn’t love you (but neither does he).
(But, why are you crying? you want to ask through blood and rain.)
“D-Don’t worry, [Name]-kun…!” Takemitchy cries out, tears and snot dripping down his face, “Senju’s getting the ambulance, so… so you’ll live! You’re gonna make it…!” He’s holding your hand so tightly, you think he might break it.
You let out a tiny breath, blinking slowly, realization settling in you. “Oh… I guess… I’m dying…” face scrunching, you laugh a little, ignoring the pain (is that all you can do?), “I… didn’t think… that’d happen…”
The male continues to sob, his tears dripping onto your face as he hovers over you. “You’re gonna live… because you’re [Name]-kun! You can’t die—! We- We need you…!” he wails, sniffling, “Draken-kun needs you! You said… You said you were gonna confess to him!”
Your chest rises as you try to breathe, your breaths becoming more shallow the more you try to keep your eyes from closing. “I-I… was going to, yeah…” you rasp out, lips becoming dry, “but… I don’t… think I’ll be able to, n-now, huh…?” You let out a small chuckle, coughing, “It’s… kind of sad, isn’t it…?”
“No, [Name]-kun, i-it’s not,” Takemitchy sobs, “It’s not…! But- But you can, if you just… stay awake…! So, please… Don’t die!”
You manage to squeeze his hand, giving him a smile. “It’s okay, Take…mitchy…” you utter, “It’s… not your fault… I did it, because… I wanted to…”
He wipes his eyes, sniffling and hiccuping, as he looks at you with watery eyes.
"...Hey," you croak, feeling your throat becoming dryer by the second, "do we... Does Draken and I..." your lips become dry, and you think they might crack, "Do we get together...? In... When it was 12 years in the future...?"
He nods, whispering, "Yes. You do."
"I see... Then, I'm glad..."
There’s a peaceful silence, other than your shallow breaths. You’re surprised you’re even breathing still, with the three bullets you took to the chest. Takemitchy’s hands are warm, you notice. But you wonder if Draken could be warmer—you’d never know, though.
“Can you… do one thing for me, Takemitchy…?”
(There’s a pain in his chest, when he sees the tears welling up in your eyes as you choke out your words, the more you cough up blood.)
“Can you… tell Draken… that I love him; forever and always…?” you choke out, your eyes stinging as there’s something dripping down from them (your tears). “I know… that I fucked up my chances, s—“ you almost choke on your blood, struggling to speak, “—so many times, but… can you at least ask him if he’d like me back… in a different universe…?”
And even though he’s struggling to hold himself together, even though he was trying so hard to not break down—everything cracks and breaks.
Takemitchy lets out a loud, loud cry, burying his face into your sweater as he cries and cries and cries, nodding his head erratically. His fist grips your sweater, and his hand that held yours tightens in a grip that you thought would crush it. He’s blubbering out words, but you know what he means: “I’ll tell him.”
And with that, you peacefully die with a small smile on your face (traces of tears were there, but no one knows - only Takemitchy. Only Takemitchy knows.)
Your chest aches, the more you watch Draken and Emma interact, seeing the two happily laugh. Mikey notices the sadness in your eyes (because he knows what it’s like to be sad), and asks you about it one day. He approached you, quietly asking:
“Are you okay?”
And you give him a smile, saying, “I’ve never been better.”
You don’t pride yourself on being a liar. You never didn’t, really. But it was times like these, that you thought you were good at hiding your feelings, yet… You’re almost positive that it was obvious: your crush on Draken. Mikey knows, Mitsuya knows, Kazutora knows, Baji knows (knew), Pah-chin knows, everyone knows—everyone but him and Emma.
Every time the two hung out with each other, you would receive pitying looks, sympathetic looks, all sorts of looks. You know you do, you’ve seen it.
(And it hurts.) And it’s okay.
You would always respond with a wave of your hand, smiling ‘happily’, saying, “I’m okay.” (But you weren’t).
Emma was the younger sister of your friend, and Draken was the person you love your friend. They were happy together, so you should be happy for them, too. (But it hurts, you want to cry so bad, it hurts—it hurts.)
Seeing them together, it fills you with bittersweet happiness, and perhaps, envy. But you don’t want to be envious, it always made you feel horrible. He was meant to be happy, and so was she. Maybe you weren’t supposed to be happy, and you were fine with that; as long as he was happy, that’s all that matters to you.
”It’s okay to want things for yourself,” someone once told you. A friend, who goes by the name Takemitchy (Takemichi). He was the bright kid that joined Toman, always trying to help others with whatever. You don’t know how he knew you liked Draken, you were sure you kept it on the low nowadays (especially with how Emma seemed to be acting).
“I don’t want anything for myself,” you tell him with a small, bitter happy smile, “I’m okay.”
You were there.
But you couldn’t have done anything.
You’re devoid of any emotion, too in shock to even feel because this shouldn’t have happened (she didn’t deserve to die, no one ever does). It wasn't even supposed to happen, you know this to be true, but you're not even sure who killed her. It's not fair, you decide, looking at her body that lay on the floor, it's not fair.
She’s dead? you mouth to yourself, staring at the body that lay on the ground, unblinking. Emma’s dead, you realize.
And you’re not able to help. There’s stares, when you and Takemitchy and Mikey and Emma reach the hospital, but you know it’s too late.
(You can vividly remember his shaky voice as he says, “Emma’s body… is cold…” through tears and a smile, but he’s hurt.)
And you’re not able to help, when Draken and Mikey get into a fight, but it was only one-sided because Mikey was too sad to even care, too dead to even fight back, and Draken was too angry to even stop himself, despite Takemitchy’s cries.
(You stand on the sidelines, watching everything with a sinking feeling in your gut.
It's not fair.)
People constantly tell you that you have a chance, now that Emma's gone (but that's so ignorant; it would be so ignorant of you). You only shake your head with a smile and wave them off. Your smile is always so, so small whenever you tell them off though (but kindly, because you don't think being mean would fix anything, it'd only make your pain worsen).
"[Name]," Draken says suddenly, catching your attention. He gives you a small smile as he simply states, "I'm glad you're still alive."
(Your heart breaks.
How many times will it take for you to hurt?)
A small laugh escapes you, and you look ahead of you, a minuscule smile on your face. You breathe out softly, looking up at the sky, blinking. "...I'd think that I'm glad that I'm alive, too," you say softly, clasping your hands together, fanning your breath onto them. It's cold.
His hands reach to cover yours, making you blink (and there's heat rushing to your face—calm down). His brows are furrowed as he looks at you, concerned. "Are you cold?" he asks, looking up at the sky, "I mean, it is winter, but... Oh, you're not wearin' a jacket. Here, since you're an idiot." He hands you his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders.
There's a clench in your heart as you look at him, trying to keep the smile on your face (but it just hurts). You can't tell if he's being kind or if he's leading you on, but Draken, you're mean for this. You cough into your fist, closing your eyes as you just try to enjoy the moment (but your heart hurts).
"Next time," he murmurs, "bring a jacket, or ask me for one. I don't mind sharing with you."
(Is it okay to be selfish? you wonder, nodding your head the more you talk to him throughout the day, because I want to keep this moment forever, please.)
Draken stares at nothing (because you're not there with him), gaze blank and dull.
Is this what it's like, to feel like your soul is getting sucked into an endless void? Is this what it's like, to feel your heart being torn into pieces as time passes on? Is this what it feels like, to feel as though the world's laughing at you and your misery every god damn fucking day?
His fists clench, and he's trembling, and he bites his lip so hard, he feels blood being drawn as he furrows his brows, eyes beginning to sting. He's not sure if the world was trying to provoke him, to make him angrier than he already is, because he's so angry (but he's so sad, too). He's lost and lost and lost and lost, is losing more than he can already count not enough?
Did he have to lose you, too?
He heard the news from Takemichi, but he doesn't want to believe it. It's so fucking hard to not cry, to not break down in his own fucking shop, and he keeps a steady facade, nodding his head as he chokes out a quiet "I see," and leaves.
The blond likes to think that he's strong and that he'd never cry as hard as he did when it came to Emma's death, but he also didn't take into account your death. He thought Baji's death was enough, that that would be the last death he knew, or maybe even Pah-chin's arrest would have been enough, but it wasn't. Someone just had to come in and fucking murder Emma.
Of course, he's mad.
He's enraged, he's-
he was only 15-years-old, what could he have done?
Draken chokes, still trying hard to not cry, but to breathe. He was told that you were shot in the chest three times (three fucking times; whoever killed you, did they hate you?), but you died with a small smile on your face.
"I should've... been there for you, [Name]..." he whispers, voice thick with emotion (mostly rage, mostly sadness, and mostly- mostly desperation). He takes in a deep breath through his mouth, trying to not cry still, but a tear slips, and he doesn't know what to do. His face scrunches the more he tries to not cry, so he just lets it all out.
He's not screaming, he's not shouting, but he's throwing things around and crying, trying to not think about the words that reverberate within his mind, echoing endlessly like a constant shout in a cave.
(It feels like someone's tearing him apart from the inside out,
and he's can't handle the pain.)
...He should've told you.
He really really should've told you that he liked you more so than Emma, because Emma was just helping him get with you, but every time, you avoided him like you didn't like him. And when Takemitchy also told him, tears dripping down his face as he desperately tries to wipe them, sobbing out:
"[Name]-kun... also liked you, Draken-kun. He liked you... very, very much..."
And he doesn't want to believe it.
"I should've told you," he whispers. "I should've."
He stands at your grave, a bouquet of purple hyacinths, lilies, and forget-me-nots. He knows the meaning because he spent weeks just trying to figure out the meanings of flowers, because you're someone meant to be remembered (especially in his mind). Planting them on the headstone, he takes a step back, putting his hands together in a praying motion.
"May we see each other in another life, [Name], and fall in love there, once more."
He smiles a small one, breathing out softly, looking up at the sky. His eyes are still dull, and maybe his eyes are rimmed with redness and puffiness, but he doesn't want to mention it nor cry about it — not in front of you, at least. He can do that back at home or in his shop, when he's alone.
"Forever and always?" he whispers, asking you.
Forever and always, you would've told him with the same smile on your face.
He leaves your grave, ignoring the stinging in his eyes, wiping them with the sleeve of his jacket, taking in a sharp breath, and he lets it out slowly (he'll be okay because he knows you're there; you said so yourself).
Jeongin and y/n are both porn stars, and during a certain filming, Jeongin feels like y/n got way too intimate to his costar.
Yang Jeongin X Male Reader
requested: no but dedicated to @stay-midnight!!
Warnings: dom jeongin, sub reader, sex work, angry sex, bondage, edging, punishment sex, consensual, safe words mentioned, choking, no condoms (remember to be safe!), overstimulation, degrading, aftercare, praising
Y/n should’ve seen it really, that his coworker that day was flirting with him and being too intimate, but to be honest, he was too tired. ￼
He wanted to get filming done and over with, and go home and snuggle his boyfriend.
See, a lot of people told y/n he shouldn’t date another porn star, because it would cause a lot of drama and clash with their work, but they were wrong. Dating another porn star meant that they understood each other, they understood each other’s schedules and work in general.
And Jeongin was usually pretty chill. Yeah he’d get jealous time to time, but who wouldn’t?
Jeongin however decided that that day he’d go to y/ns set and watch and wait to take him home. Bad idea, on both their parts.
Y/ns coworker, Sungji, was a bit too intimate with y/n, and the latter didn’t seem to stop it either, and it irritated Jeongin.
He watched the filming, waiting until the end. He tried not to laugh at y/ns moans, which were pretty fake. Some pride swelled in his chest as he watched knowing the moans he could draw out of y/n, but that didn’t take the irritation away.
When filming finally ended, Sungji wouldn’t get off of y/n, wrapping his arms around him and non stop talking to him.
Y/n finally got irritated himself, finally catching on. He pushed the other man away and grumble at him to leave him alone. Damn it, all y/n wanted was to sleep.
But it seemed his coworker didn’t quite get the message, which pissed Jeongin off. He decided he was done watching, walking up to the two and pulling y/n into his arms.
Y/n startled a bit, before realizing it was his boyfriend that pulled him over. A few thoughts went into his head, from thank god to oh shit he saw everything.
And trust me Jeongin didn’t look pleased, not in the slighted. He was mad, and it was both hot as fuck and terrifying.
“Excuse me, but your job is done, I’d like if you kept your fucking hands of my boyfriend.” Jeongin gritted, pulling y/n closer to him.
Y/n just wanted to find a hole and hide, everyone was staring at them, and he knew damn well he was in trouble. Suddenly, the robe he was wearing didn’t feel enough, he felt so exposed.
Sungji must’ve realized he fucked up, because he quickly apologized and backed away, leaving the two alone.
“Wanna explain to me why it took you so long to push him away? He was flirting with you the entire time, especially during filming.” Jeongin growled in y/ns ear.
Y/n couldn’t help the shiver going down his spine as he held onto Jeongins arm that was wrapping around his waist.
“I- I’m sorry, I was tired, I didn’t realize it, I- just wanted to go home and sleep-“ y/n stammered out, he knew it was useless, but he wanted to tell him anyways.
“Not good enough.” Jeongin growled, before dragging him off.
He took him to an empty room in the house they were filming in, pushing him hard into the bed before crawling above him.
Jeongin took y/ns robe off, taking the tie out of the hoops before holding y/ns hands over his head, tying him up.
Y/n whined loudly, he hated being tied up in the fact that he couldn’t touch his lover, and he hated not being able to touch him.
Jeongin smacked his thigh and spread his legs open, looking him in the eyes. Y/n jumped a bit and moaned out, his back arching a bit.
“Color?” Jeongin checked, as mad as he was and wanted to punish him, he wanted him comfortable.
“Green, please.” Y/n said, pushing his hips up, looking at Jeongin.
Jeongin smacked his thigh again before sticking his fingers into y/ns hole, scowling when he felt how loose he was. Though he was glad he didn’t need to prep him.
“Fucking slut, still loose from that bitch fucking you earlier.” Jeongin groaned, fucking his fingers in and out of y/n.
Y/n was already a moaning mess due to the fact that he did orgasm twice not to long ago.
Jeongin smirked, purposely curling his fingers into y/ns prostate, yelping out in pleasure. Jeongin knew y/ns body, knew where his pleasure spots were, knew how to make him fall apart and knew his limits.
Jeongin wrapped his other hand on y/ns cock, pumping him as he fingered him. Y/n tried his best not to squirm, panting and moaning.
It was too easy to send him to his edge, the more times he’s cum the easier it was, and Jeongin found it cute.
Jeongin felt y/ns cock twitch, a tell tale sign he was about to cum. He waited a little, before pulling his hands away, leaving him on the edge.
Y/n let out the loudest whine yet, his eyes watering at the rejected orgasm. He watched Jeongin with a pout, bucking his hips.
“Nuh uh, only good boys get to cum, plus, I haven’t gotten my pleasure yet.” Jeongin said, undoing his belt, taking it off before taking off his pants and boxers.
Y/n watched as he stripped the rest of his clothes, his cock twitching at the sight. He looked Jeongins abs up at down, whining at how thick his thighs were. He was toned out, and he was fucking beautiful.
And y/n couldn’t touch him, damn it.
Could y/n cum just from the sight? Probably yes. Would he? No, because he knew his punishment would probably get worse.
He wouldn’t be allowed to cum at all, still get fucked senseless by Jeongin, and probably have a cock ring placed on him when they got home.
Y/n shivered at the thought, watching as Jeongin applied lube to his cock. Where did he get that lube? Y/n was confused, but didn’t let his mind stick to it, wanting to get fucked.
“No cumming until I say, got it?” Jeongin growled, before pushing into him, not stopping until he pushed in all the way.
Y/n moaned out from the sensitivity, his cock leaking more precum. Jeongin stayed still for a couple of seconds, before moving.
Y/n gripped the pillow above his head, yanking at the restraints a bit. Jeongins pace started off at a decent pace, slowly going faster, which seemed not so rough, except for the fact he was slamming into the boy below him.
“A- ahh!~ Jeongin!~” Y/n squeaked, spreading his legs more before moaning loudly.
Jeongin was already hitting all the best spots, and after being edged, he was so close to cumming.
His body shook a bit as he held it in, moaning loudly as he clenched around Jeongin, eliciting a moan from the dom.
Jeongin wrapped his hand around y/ns neck, squeezing it as y/ns eyes rolled to the back of his head a bit.
He couldn’t figure out how in the hell he’d not cum until Jeongin says, he was being overstimulated and they hadn’t even been fucking that long.￼
“Fucking slut, god if you could see yourself right now.” Jeongin groaned, adjusting and fucking deeper into him. “Maybe next time I’ll bring a camera, make our own fucking film, you’d like that huh, stupid slut.”
Y/n couldn’t help but moan at Jeongins words, feeling his cock leak more. He looked down the best he could, watching the clear substance leak out.
Jeongin scooped up his precum and shoved it into y/ns mouth, the latter blushing madly and staring at him with wide eyes.
He sucked on his boyfriends fingers, watching the smirk play on his lips as he did. He pulled both of his hands off of him, placing them next to his hand.
In the new stance, Jeongin fucked into him hard and fast, causing y/n to yelp and moan the loudest he had yet.
“There you go, let everyone know who you belong to.” Jeongin moaned out, watching y/ns back arch off the bed.
He adjusted a little, slamming right into y/ns prostate, y/ns jaw dropping as he saw white. He gripped the pillow tightly as he legs caged around Jeongins torso.
Jeongin leaned down to his neck, groaning and nipping at it. “Go ahead baby boy, cum, make a mess of yourself.”
Y/n didn’t have to be told twice, his body shaking as he came hard all over his chest. If he was being honest, that had been the most he’d physically came before.
He was so high up in the clouds, he missed the feeling of Jeongins cum filling him up, coming back down after feeling Jeongin licking his cum off his tummy.
Y/n blinked slowly down at him, moaning quietly as he watched. Jeongin smirked up at him, before pulling away.
The next time y/n opened his eyes, Jeongin was walking into the room with wipes and his clothes. Y/n was confused, he didn’t remember Jeongin leaving the room.
Then he realized he must’ve temporarily slipped into sub space, on top of being tired it was a strong possibility.
“You did so good baby.” Jeongin said, kissing his cheek, causing y/n to preen at the praise, untying his hands.
“I’m gonna clean you up and dress you, then carry you to the car okay? You can sleep, you deserve it.” Jeongin said, wiping off his tummy and the cum leaking out of his ass.
Y/n nodded, smiling contently as he started drifting off. Maybe being punished wasn’t such a bad thing, he was on cloud nine.
(YOU GUYS THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME I EVER WROTE A STORY LIKE THAT DFOFKFN I HOPE IT WAS GOOD)
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