after a few stumbles

yours for the night || chapter one

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader, Harrison Osterfield 

Summary: You were looking for a quick fuck, he on the other hand, was not. 

Warnings: alcohol use, smut {18+]

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: welcome all to the first chapter of the series @lustforholland​ and I are collabing on!! we are super super super excited and we have a lot in store for you guys so we hope you enjoy!! we will each take turns posting parts so make sure to keep an eye out on both accounts or keep up with the master post!!

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Breaking your Rule

GOT7 Jinyoung x Reader
Genre: Smut/ Angst / Fluff
Warning: Explicit and Swear words
Word Count: 12k+

Summary: You had your rules. No dating or hooking up with any of your brother’s friends and that included housemates. You learned your lesson from the last time you were burned. But you saw no harm in flirting with his housemate Jinyoung and keeping up the sexual repartee.

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Lipstick On Your Collar (Remus Lupin x Reader)

Based on a request.

It was a running joke between your friends that his lips were always a shade darker than before he had spent time with you, and that yours had mysteriously become lighter. It wasn’t as if you tried to rub your lipstick off on his face -it’s not exactly the cheapest- and then spend time with your friends. His lips just always looked so damn tempting, and sometimes you had to fight silently with yourself to keep from pulling his face down towards yours and snogging him until both of you were out of air; most of the time you lost that fight.

Your signature red lips had caught the attention of many at Hogwarts, the vibrant color standing out against your dark uniform. Perhaps it was the Gryffindor in you that wanted to make a statement, be different from the other students and show that you weren’t afraid to do whatever you pleased.

Your relationship with him had gone public after he made his way into the common room -five minutes after you, of course- with red lipstick smeared on his lips and the collar of his shirt. Everyone had been hooting and hollering at the both of you; you laughed it off, allowing him to grab on tightly to your hand and breathe deeply so he wouldn’t double over in embarrassment. He had never liked the attention from other students, and you had seen the anxiousness build in him.

“Where’s the red, Y/L/N?” James called out with a smirk as you entered the boy’s room one morning before classes began. “I’m sure Moony is going to miss his lips being colored by yours!”

Remus watched you carefully, his glasses slipping down his nose as he tried to piece together why you weren’t wearing the lipstick.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He whispered quietly in your ear as he tenderly wrapped his arms around you. You looked up into his concerned eyes and inhaled his familiar, almost honey like scent before shaking your head.

“Nothing, Rem, why?” You asked.

“I know you’re lying, love,” he told you with a small frown. “Let’s head to class and you can tell me the truth, yeah?”

You nodded and allowed him to lead you out of the room. He told you to ignore James, Sirius, and Peter, who were all making jokes about what you and Remus were going to do. James shouted out a particularly crude comment and Remus whipped around to glare at him.

“Rem, let’s go, alright?” You pleaded softly. “He didn’t mean it, you know how he is.”

He grudgingly let you pull him out of the room, his arm hooked around your waist so he could keep you close. Before you could get too far down a corridor, Remus quickly ushered you onto a small supply closet. His lips pressed against yours as soon as the door closed, a squeal escaping your lips as he pushed you back against the door.

“R-Remus, what are you doing?“ You gasped out as his lips began to trail down your neck.

“What’s this?” He questioned as his hands found something tucked into the side of your skirt. He pulled it out, backing away and squinting his eyes at the object in his hands. “Is this your lipstick?”

“If I can’t have it on, then I should be able to have it with me,” you explained.

“Who said you can’t wear it?” He asked lowly. His chest bubbled with protectiveness towards you; if anyone was bothering you about your choices, he would make sure that they were never even in the same room as you again. “Y/N, you love wearing this, I bloody love when you wear it!”

“You’re not embarrassed when I get it all over you?” You meekly questioned. You looked down, not wanting to know if he was angered by the lipstick.

“Baby, I would never be embarrassed,” he reassured you. Remus stepped forward before he nudged the lipstick into your hands. “I love that everyone knows I’m yours. I would it on you myself, but we both know how that would go.”

“I love you,” you murmured, moving to press your lips to his. Both of you smiled into the kiss before you pulled away and uncapped the lipstick. “I trust you to put it on me, Rem.”

“Alright, but you asked for it, love.”

James and Sirius looked up to the doorway of the classroom as they watched Remus clumsily stumble into the room a few minutes after class had started. Lipstick was smeared across his lips, and red prints of a set of lips up his neck.

“You and Y/N have a nice time?” Sirius snickered as Remus plopped down at the table beside them.

“Absolutely brilliant, can you tell?” Remus shot back with a lopsided smile. Sirius chuckled and gave his friend a wink.

“Mr. Lupin,” the professor called out as she took note of him talking with Sirius. “Perhaps you should tell Miss. Y/L/N to not make you late to class? And perhaps mention that she should make sure that her… signs of affection aren’t as obvious next time.”

Remus felt his face flush at the professor’s words, but he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face. If loving you and being loved by you meant having lipstick marks all over his body, Remus knew he would willingly take it all just to have you in his life.


You’ve been attending an elite university for years, but your money is slowly and surely running out. You look online for ways to make money while having a part time job, only to stumble across the sugar daddy/baby world. After a few days of contemplating it, you sign up on a professional site and await any interested men. A few days later, you receive a message from Bill Skarsgård, heir to the billion dollar Skarsgård Investments company. You accept his offer and become his sugar baby, providing him with sex and company while he pays your tuition, buys you lavish gifts and takes you on expensive holidays. But this life comes with consequences, and you end up wrapped in a world you never knew existed; high class living isn’t always beautiful.


Lips part two? Continuation? Sandbox? Thing? Because someone said this scenario should continue… And I agreed cause it’s a weakness and I had a plan… or did I? I don’t know, it didn’t pan out…

I encourage you to read Lips before this one though.

It would be a lie for Harry to say that he didn’t stare at you a lot. Specially after the little incident a few weeks back. 

If he was to be honest with himself, the small interaction only made him more aware of his staring, and it only made him stare more. It wasn’t a lie that he looked at your lips, and now he wasn’t stopping. The few days after the fated incident consisted of him stumbling over his words cause he was so lost in every conversation. It was a horrible cycle. He stared at you which made him lose his train of thought and not be able to speak properly, which in turn made you stare at him messing up his sentences and laugh or just stare in wonder, which would make him focus back on you and start it all over again. 

Somehow, he understood you. He didn’t know why he did it, he just knew he did, and something about knowing you’re doing the same to him just turned on some natural response that was out of his control. He had to look at yours too. And maybe you didn’t know why you looked at him, you just did, which was what he was going through now more than ever… He was okay with that. He wanted more, sure, but he didn’t know how to make it more, so he stuck with looking and pining and pinching at his own mouth whenever you licked yours; something he now knew you did very often and was driving him insane little by little.

Staring is what got you into the mess you and Harry seemed to be in right now. No words had been spoken about that day after you had bolted away from each other at the sound of your best friend coming in the kitchen; and there hadn’t been another chance for Harry to inch close to you and finish what he thought had started that night. Staring is what made him so itchy and needy. 

Staring is what got him where he is right now, and he’s glad. 

For some reason the pile of loud people you called your friends seemed to always end up close to your place, even if it was for a nice afternoon outside, which was the case today. You avoided Harry’s stare, having become more careful with your looks since that other night, but he was fixed on you more than he liked to admit. The lads were being lads, tossing a ball around and having a laugh, again poking fun at Harry for calling soccer ‘footie’ and for his not so amazing coordination while playing the game. 

It would be like watching a movie from a different perspective. As you spoke to one of your friends Harry would just trace your mouth with his sight and analyse how it moved. Your small Oh’s and very big Ah’s. Your throaty laugh and shiny lips. And then he was in pain. Staring at you is what got him a ball to the face as he stood in the middle of the impromptu soccer game which he had forgotten about for a second too long.

The metallic taste of blood was eminent as he spit some out, and you rushed to him, immediately asking him to follow you inside. It was your house after all, so you were in charge of getting the med-kit and treating his bloody wound. 

A busted lip. Your favourite thing of his to look at was now busted open and bleeding and your palms were sweaty at the thought of touching it just to make sure the wound cured properly.

He sat on your bathroom counter, legs open as you stood between them soaking whatever pad with whatever liquid and warning him it would sting.
“Stay quiet, please” you mumbled dabbing at the open skin. His eyes focused on your busy mouth. Whenever you were focused on something you tended to bite your lip or leave your mouth open in a twisted ‘O’ that he adored. Your tongue would pop out every now and then and he found himself wanting to bite at it.
“Will I be okay, doctor?” with his accent and the position he was in it sounded more like ‘Doh-tah’ and you had to keep yourself from giggling. Sure you were trying to stare less but that didn’t mean you didn’t still find his mouth and accent fascinating. 
“Perfectly fine. Just have to put sugar on it” His brow arched in confusion. 
“Sugah?” What for? You had brought the sugar from the kitchen with you. Brown sugar to be precise, and it made no sense to him whatsoever. Turns out brown sugar helps cuts in the mouth area to heal quick, it sort of urges the skin to reconstruct faster and it helps stop the bleeding. You told him this, to which he payed no attention to anything other than the way you formed your B sounds and your lips parted, as you gathered some grains in your hand.
“Look up” you instructed and let the sugar fall and stick to his open gash. It was a strange feeling and he pouted trying to keep his bottom lip from touching his upper one and taking off the sugar. “Now, don’t lick it off”

You were very close, patting the sugar down with your index finger carefully, making sure the whole cut was covered and Harry couldn’t help but smirk as the rest of your fingers reached out to touch his chin and cupid’s bow. You couldn’t help it. You didn’t know why his mouth was so hypnotising to you but the trance was on once again and at this point it was almost as if you couldn’t even hold it back.

You were staring, and so was he. He didn’t know if you wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss you. Ever since that day he has wondered what it would be like but never actually reached for it in fear it wasn’t what you were after. But right now it felt like you were both on the same page. Like you were having a silent agreement that a kiss would be nice right about now. His eyes just stared at your face, running over it, paying attention to your eyes – that were downcast to his lips – and then your nose – it was pointy but round and he liked it. Wanted to bump his against it – and then his latest fascination; your mouth. He loved the arch, the natural pout, the rosy colour. It was like looking at it through a magnifying glass and he could see all the little marks and lines. And he wanted to taste them. In his mind it was impossible that this wasn’t some sign that something had in fact started that night.

His hand reached around your body, grabbing at the belt-loops in your jeans and tugging you closer to the counter, closer to him.
“Harry…” you whimpered. Your mouth felt dry from the tension, but you knew that if you were to lick your lips you would end up touching your tongue to his and the thought of it made you shiver as his fingers pulled you closer.
“Won’t lick it off…” he started as you regained your breath from the close proximity of your faces. His nose bumped with yours ever so slightly, making chills run down your spine and goosebumps raise on the back of his neck as he finished with a whisper “if yeh promise not to lick it off me, either…”

I still don’t know what this is but I might know where it’s going? Not completely sure. It’s another piece like Lips and kind of like a second part but then again… Lips wasn’t even supposed to exist in the first place. So I’m not sure giving it a part 2 was the best idea. Giving it a part 3 might be an even worse idea but whoops. Feedback?

kay, bye.
Iv. xo.


Not a cloud in the sky that day. The sun shined down brightly on the glimmering pond as three boys played hide and seek near by.

  William was the seeker for this round and looked around the grassy park for his hidden companions. Mark was hiding in the high branches of a tree while Damien took to the tall grass and fox tails on the edge of the pond. Damien heard the giggles of his friends in the distance as Will found Mark, but paid them no mind,something else held his attention at the moment. This something was a little group of ducklings that had taken up residence in the very grass he had hidden in. At first he felt bad, barging in on their home like that was so very rude, but William was done counting by the time he had seen them and so he elected to keep his space from the little ducks until he was found.

About a minute later he forgot that he was playing hide and seek at all because the ducklings had wadled their way over to him and were now in his lap,making little ducky noises as Damien giggled. How cute they were! Damien petted them gently and enjoyed the down soft of their feathers. His giggles gave away his location of course and soon William came bounding into the grass.

“Damien! I found y-”

“Shh!” Damien held a finger to his lips before directing Williams attention to the quacking pile of ducklings in his lap.

William smiled and whispered,“Looks like you’ve made some new friends,huh Dami?” He crouched beside him with a hand on his shoulder as he watched the birds stumble around in his friends lap.

After a few moments of silence Damien finally spoke,“ So where’s Mark?”

“Off being a charmer” He said sarcastically,“Saw a pretty girl and just HAD to go talk to her and abandon our game!” He rolled his eyes but smiled.

Damien made a hum of acknowledgement before returning his attention to the balls of fluff.A few were interested in Will now and he giggled,picking one up and inspecting it.

“What are their names?”

Damien smiled,“This one is William.” He said matter o’ factly. Will just smiled and kitened as he named the rest of them.

Dark isn’t sure why he’s here. Its raining and windy and he’s getting wet but he doesn’t pay it much mind, he doesn’t care where he is if it meant getting out for a while,but something drew him here. A thought in the back of his mind of a sunny day and children’s laughter kept trying to break the surface of his brains ocean of oil and that thought must have lead him to where he is now.

Dark finds himself overlooking a hectic pond,grey in color much like the sky and splashing onto the wilting grass that borders it. The sight holds his attention for a while, something about the static like noise of the wind and rain coupled with the rippling waters in the pond captivates him and he looses himself for a moment. That is until he hears a faint sound coming from some wilting tall grass and withered fox tails. He doesn’t think,just moves, and parts the grass to find a small group of ducklings.

He feels…sad for them? Poor things,he thinks before he can stop himself. Soon he’s sat in this grass and huddled the small ducks in his lap,his suit coat over them like a tent,protecting them from the harsh winds.

‘Why am I doing this?’ He again thinks to himself.

He doesn’t have much time to think about the answer though,as he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“I found you!” It’s Wilford he realizes, “What are you doing out here?!”

Dark’s head suddenly snaps up and the thought that was pushing its way to the front of his mind was suddenly in view. The scene plays out in his mind for the first time in years and thankfully Wilford doesn’t notice the shocked look in his face. Instead his attention gets grabbed by the little birds in Dark’s lap. Wil sits next to his friend and smiles at them.

“Looks like you’ve made some new friends, huh Darky?” He gently jabs Dark in the side with his elbow.

Dark nods and can’t help the sad smile that crosses his face, his shoulders shake and he plays it off as a laugh. He thanks his lucky stars its raining.

“I suppose so.” He says, watching as one of the birds takes an interest in Wilford.

Wil holds the little thing and inspects it before looking back to Dark, “So, what are there names?”

It takes every ounce of him to let out a sob. He takes a deep breath and his sad smile remains as he points to the duckling in his mustached friends hands.

“Well,” he starts.“This ones name is William.”

I hear u like angst ; ) @okay-google-nerd @alcordraws @markired


A/N: just another quick bullet point list! enjoy. xx

Drunk Shawn would include…

  • Him starting out in the giggly stage after a few drinks
  • Him stumbling over his feet because he can’t support his tall frame
  • Throwing his head back every time he took a shot and sucking on a lime
  • “I’m just tipsy, Y/N!”
  • “Yeah, I’m gonna disagree on that, Mendes. 
  • Rolling your eyes because he says this every damn time he’s shit faced
  • But you let him enjoy himself anyway
  • His random laughs at the most dumbest things
  • Dragging Shawn out from whatever embarrassing thing he’s doing
  • After his giggly stage, he would move to the horny stage
  • His intense stares at you from the other side of the room
  • His sudden urges to fuck you right then and there
  • A drink in his hand, flushed cheeks, beads of sweat on his forehead, enough said.
  • “Are you seriously hard right now?” 
  • Shawn showing off a smirk in response
  • Then, the confused stage.
  • “Baby, can we go home? I think I’m drunk.”
  • You noticing his red eyes starting to close as he leans against the bar
  • “Ya think?”
  • Driving both of you home in his Jeep
  • “Shawn don’t touch that”
  • “No! Don’t puke in here!”
  • “Who the hell is talking?” Shawn would look at you confused
  • “Babe it’s the fucking radio.”


Guardian (XIV)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongdae / Baekhyun

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,772

Summary:  You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Jongdae is your guardian angel)

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Hunter, Never the Hunted: Ch. 1

Eventually Jackson/OC
Summary: A hard working waitress spends her days working at a diner just to makes ends meet. Until one night on her shift, a sketchy character strolled in and slowly her life gets flipped upside down with the unexpected. 

Masterlist | Video Edit

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fic ever written. I had this idea and thought I’d give it a try. It could potentially be a dumpster fire, who knows. Please be gentle and bear with me. Let me know what you think. The boys will have a longer appearance in the next part. Promise!

Your back was aching and your feet were throbbing. This had to be the hardest 10-hour shift that you had in a very long time. It must be the hot weather that is making people get a little wound or something — you had had to deal with people yelling and barking orders at you all day. It didn’t help that you were short staffed either. That is why you were so relieved that your shift was ending soon.

You take a quick glance around and saw that there was only a single patron still lingering around in the diner. This is typically the normal situation considering the time it was now. You didn’t get many customers around this late. Normally the only ones here at this time is a lonely straggler or two, blowing through town, or a handful of the older teenagers with nothing better to do.

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When you wait up all night for them- Got7 Reaction

Anon: “How about a Got7 reaction to their girlfriend staying up all night just to see them because she missed 
Here you go Anonie! I hope you like it, and that it doesn’t sound like it repeats itself to much! <3

This boy would be so touched that you waited up all night just to see him. Coming in to see you struggling to fight sleep, Mark would smile and pick you up from the couch to bring you to your bed. Laying you down, he’d kiss you on your forehead and tell you to go on to sleep and that he’d join you in a few moments.
(Pretend you’re Jackson)

Originally posted by ktandkpop95

Jaebum / JB:
Jaebum would be sneaking into the house, trying to make as little noise as possible, thinking you were asleep. He’d hear the TV and chuckle to himself, thinking you left it on, only to find you awake on the couch. When you got up to greet him, he’d teasingly scold you for staying up so late. But as soon as he heard your reasoning he’d melt inside and pull you close to him.

Originally posted by u-me-xist

Jackson would smile as soon as he laid eyes on your form slumped in a kitchen chair, waiting for him. If you had already started to doze off he would take a few seconds to admire you, trying to stop himself from squealing at how cute you looked. After a few moments, he’d wake you up enough to guide your stumbling figure into the bedroom.

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Jinyoung / Junior:
Jinyoung would walk into your shared apartment to be met by your arms wrapped tightly around him. Giving you a small smile he’d ask if you waited up for him. At your nod he would sigh, setting down his stuff, the proceed to walk you back to your room with your arms still wrapped around him. Once you were laying down he sat on the edge of the bed, gently moving stray hairs behind your ear as you drifted of into sleep.

Originally posted by j-miki

The first thing to great this boy would probably be Coco, let’s be honest. Youngjae would pick up the dog, trying to shush her before walking towards your room. On his way, he saw a figure slumped over in one of the chairs in the living room. Walking closer, he saw that it was you, obviously having failed at waiting up for him. He’d smile his precious smile and replace you for Coco in his arms as he carried you to the bedroom.

Originally posted by j-miki

BamBam would come home to find you lying awake on the couch watching one of their latest performances on the TV. Smiling, he’d jump over the back of the couch to sit beside you, while succeeding in scaring you. Laughing, he’d pull you close to him and ask why you hadn’t gone to bed yet. You’d reply, saying you waited up for him, and he’d hide a smile from you as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. The two of you would cuddle on the couch and not even make it to bed before the two of you had fallen asleep.
(Imagine he’s holding you like he’s holding that trophy XD)

Originally posted by jypnior

I feel like Yugyeom would come home tired from practice and being with his hyung’s all day long. He’d be dragging his feet, looking forward to nothing more than curling up in bed with you by his side. It’d be a pleasant surprise when he heard your voice softly calling out to him. He’d turn to you, noting the tired look that overtook your features. Winding his arm around your waist, he’d lead you to the bedroom without a word coming from the two of you. You noted how he was practically asleep before his head even hit the pillow and smiled to yourself, kissing the top of his head and following him into dream land.

Originally posted by thekpopquartet

fourth of july 01 | jjk

Originally posted by lose-yourself-in-trips

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, angst, and slight smut
word count: 9k+
description: you and i were fireworks that went off too soon.

A/N: this is the first part out of two! this is based off the song fourth of july by fall out boy. also, a break symbolizes a new season and italics are a flashback!


It started 5 years ago. Your infatuation was peaked when your eyes came across the boy that is Jeon Jungkook. You were only 14 years old, 2 months younger than him, and your whole world changed ever since you met it.

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Hey sorry I haven’t been posting, my abusive parents have been coming down hard on me and trying to isolate me by taking my laptop and phone among other “punishments”. Here’s something I’ve had for a while in case this situation happened, sorry it’s not much.

I’ll get to your requests as soon as I can I promise ^.^

Shinsou was surprised at first since he preferred quiet, but he missed your voice when he wasn’t with you. He enjoyed your spontaneous compliments and how you talked so honestly and freely around him. You told him everything from your life ambitions to the gossip of the week, but you always remembered to ask him about himself. He’d told you hundreds of times that he enjoyed listening to your tangents but you insisted that he share things too. At first it felt weird to hear his own voice so often, he would wince as he stumbled over words and phrases, but after a few weeks he found himself saying things on his mind and telling you jokes as an excuse to hear your musical laugh.

This time was new though, he’d been walking to lunch when he stopped, startled. He paused, registering that he was hearing your voice, but this time it was different, angry, harsh. Following the sound of the commotion to the source he found you, screaming at a cowering Mineta.

“If you ever so much as look in my general direction I’ll kill you! You hear me you perverted grape? ANSWER ME!” The rest of your class stood in a wide circle around the two of you, no one looked particularly sorry for the grape boy, mostly everyone looked shocked and a little scared of you. Even Bakugou looked reluctant to stop you from killing Mineta.

Shinsou sighed audibly causing you to turn to him in surprise, your face, contorted in pure rage relaxed completely at the sight of him. Now you only looked slightly annoyed.

“(Y/N) I don’t think screaming at him more is going to do anything different,” his tone was slightly amused. You grinned sheepishly, knowing he was right.

Mineta for some reason took the silence to start whining about how mean you were and that you should feel ashamed. Shinsou tenses up angrily, opening his mouth to tell the little rat exactly what he thought of him, but you beat him to it, lunging at the rude child. As your fist connected with Mineta’s jaw Iida jumped in to stop you from landing another punch. You were having none of this yelling at Iida to let you go or else, while squirming wildly. Somehow you wriggled out of the taller boy’s grasp, diving toward a screaming Mineta again, when Shinsou essentially trapped you in a hug from behind.

At his touch you instantly froze, physically relaxing in his grasp, but your eyes burned with rage.

“Hitoshi please let me beat the shit out of that creep,” you said lowly not taking your eyes off your target. While Shinsou blushed a bit in surprise at you using his first name he continued to hold you.

“(Y/N) why don’t we just go get lunch, if nothing else you should at least get away from the situation,” leaning down a bit he muttered into your ear, “you’ve proven twice in a matter of minutes how pathetic he is, he doesn’t deserve any more of your attention.”

You leaned back into Shinsou’s chest, still glaring at Mineta, but calm enough to see the taller boy’s point. Feeling you comply Shinsou let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding as he buried his face in your hair, thinking to himself how you were going to be the death of him.

“What the fucking hell was that?!” Bakugou yelled, “why the hell do they only listen to the weird haired purple guy?!”

Shinsou couldn’t care less if Bakugo thought he was weird, but he felt you tense in his arms again so he just picked you up over his shoulder without a word and left everyone staring after you.

think the light thinks we’re as important as we do?
sitting here, my heart feels like august, like a morning made of champagne bubbles, like birthday, like the first day of a new year after all the stumbling and the few hours of sleep
and i cant believe all this love exists in me, feels like an open wound, bleeds thick like we just tapped a maple tree and let all the insides out.
is that what really happened? i cant remember through all the 
dizzy-looking-up-at-the-stars and the
and the way your mouth is kind of like high beams and mine is like a whole sky full of moths. 
guess we’re more important than anything, holding our hearts in our open hands and turning the whole world gold because of it.

anonymous asked:

Still taking Bechloe prompts? How about SuperChloe with secret identity and normal human beca that has a crush on Chloe's secret Identity?

So I got waaaaaaaaay to into writing this. Hope you enjoy!


Beca looked down at her phone before looking back at Chloe, squinting.

“What?” Chloe asked, confused. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” Beca said, still looking puzzled. “It’s just… the Barden Bella really looks like you.” She looked back down at her phone.

“Who?” Chloe asked.

“Are you kidding? The superhero that’s been whizzing around Barden saving people all month? Do you not look at the news? Or Twitter? Or anything?”

“Let me see her,” Chloe said sitting down on Beca’s sofa beside her.

Beca showed her the blurry photo someone had snapped of this new mysterious superhero.

“I don’t see it,” Chloe said, tilting her head.

“I mean, you’re cuter, obviously,” Beca said, zooming in on the photo. “But I think if you took your glasses off and put on one of those masks then maybe…”

“Well without my glasses, I’d be blind,” Chloe said, standing up and returning to the kitchen.

“I wasn’t saying this is you, you just look like her,” Beca said laughing. “I like your glasses anyway.”

Chloe laughed and shook her head. “You’re full of the compliments today.”

“Yeah,” Beca said. “Hey, chuck me a coke will you?”

“Sure,” Chloe said, tossing Beca a can without thinking.

The sheer force of the throw caused the can to explode all over Beca as soon as it hit her.

“Dude! Did you shake this up?”

“No!” Chloe said, half amused, half terrified. She had to be more careful.

“Well maybe you should stop working out. Jesus, the Hulk would throw gentler than that,” Beca said, standing up. She went into her room to change and Chloe chastised herself for being so careless with her strength.

“You don’t have to look that guilty,” Beca said when she came back into the room. “It was just coke.” She reached into the refrigerator and got her own can, tentatively opening it over the sink. “You okay?” Beca asked.

“Yeah,” Chloe said, smiling. She ran a hand through her hair and it cause her top to ride up, exposing a graze on her hip.

“Dude, what happened?” Beca said, rushing over.

“Oh, I just hit it on a wall,” Chloe said, pulling her shirt down. “No big deal.”

Beca raised an eyebrow to show she didn’t believe her before lifting the shirt up slightly so she could see the scrape again. “Looks like it hurts,” Beca said. She lightly touched the area around it, and Chloe’s breath hitched slightly.

She had gotten the graze when she had been out last night, patrolling the streets. She’d been moving too quickly and caught her foot on something which sent her crashing to the ground. It hadn’t hurt, and she didn’t even notice it until she showered when she’d gotten home. Her knees were also scraped.

“It doesn’t hurt,” she said, softly.

They were quiet for a minute, just looking at each other. Beca was still holding the hem of Chloe’s shirt.



“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Beca asked.

Chloe swallowed. She wanted to tell her. So bad. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t tell anyone.

Chloe shook her head.

“If you say so,” Beca said, letting her shirt go and heading back into the living room.

Chloe let out a breath before joining Beca on the sofa.

“What are you doing tonight?” Beca asked. “Wanna hang out? Watch a movie?”

“I wish I could,” Chloe said. “I’ve got this thing to do tonight.”

“Okay,” Beca said, not quite hiding her disappointment. “Maybe when you’re done with your thing you could come over?”

“Sure,” Chloe said. “I’ll try.”

She hated lying to Beca, but she couldn’t exactly tell her that she was planning to patrol the streets of Barden fighting crime all night.


It was around 11pm when Beca finally left the radio station that night. Since Chloe had had other plans, Beca agreed to take Jesse’s shift at the radio station so he could take his girlfriend out. She locked the doors to the station and began meandering back to her apartment.

It had been so quiet since Stacie had moved out and then in with Aubrey and Chloe. Beca had been secretly hoping that Chloe would want to move in with her but she’d never had the courage to ask. So Beca was alone for now.

If she hadn’t been so preoccupied thinking about Chloe, she would have heard the footsteps rapidly approaching her from behind.

Chloe was halfway across town when she got the… feeling.

It was stronger than usual.

She closed her eyes and tried to pinpoint where it was coming from.

Her eyes snapped open.

The University radio station


Beca groaned as she pulled herself to her feet, leaning against the wall.

She reached up and touched the spot on her forehead where she’d been hit. When she saw the blood on her hand she threw up.

She reached for her bag so she could get her phone and call someone but of course, she no longer had her bag.

She looked around to see if there was anyone about, and she saw something red and blue streak past her. Was that… the Barden Bella?

It felt like seconds later that they were back, carrying her bag.

“Shit,” they said, “you’re hurt.”

“Hey, you got my bag back!” She said happily. Then she looked into the eyes behind the mask and studied them. They were so familiar. “I know you…” She said, before throwing up again, thankfully missing the costumed superhero in front of her.

“You need to go to hospital,” they said, their voice loaded with concern. She knew the voice too, even though they were trying to disguise it. “I’ll take you.”

“Can you call Chloe for me?” Beca asked. She was still feeling dizzy, and stumbled after taking a few steps.

“Sure,” they said before scooping her up, carrying her bridal style.

“Are you going to call her now?”

They laughed. “Not yet. My hands are full.”

She knew that laugh.

“Chloe,” she mumbled, almost drunkenly. “Chloe’s my favourite. I think… I love her.”

“Okay,” they said, their voice faltering slightly. “You need that head injury looking at. Hold on.”

Beca didn’t have time to ask what for before they were speeding in the direction of the hospital.

Beca was placed unsteadily on her feet at the entrance and she managed to make it two steps inside before her legs buckled.

“Shit,” they said, lifting Beca to her feet again. The people in the hospital turned to face them. “Someone take care of her!” They shouted before the shot out of the door again.

Beca winced as the final stitch was pulled through the cut in her head.

“Ow,” she mumbled.

“Don’t worry,” the doctor said. “It’s all done. Now, have you got someone who can take you home? You really shouldn’t be by yourself tonight.”

“I’ll take her,” a voice said. Beca turned her head and saw Chloe standing at the gap in the curtain which had been pulled around her cubicle.

“Chloe!” Beca said, finally smiling. “Dude, you won’t believe the night I’ve had.”

“Come on,” Chloe said, holding out her hand. “Let’s get you home.”

“Chloe,” Beca said, after they’d been walking quietly for a while. “Why didn’t you ask me what had happened?”

“I, uh, I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.”

“Chloe,” Beca said again. “You don’t have to pretend with me you know. I know who you are.”

Chloe swallowed. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said.

Beca brought them to a stop. She reached up and took off Chloe’s glasses.

“I don’t know how you thought you could fool me with these,” Beca said, placing them on her own face. “They’re just glass. They’ve just been glass for about a month now. Ever since the Barden Bella first turned up.” She handed Chloe her glasses back. “And your eyes. Chloe… I’d be able to pick your eyes out of a line-up. They’re the most beautiful… most perfect eyes I’ve ever seen. When I see them, I feel safe. And not because they’re the eyes of a superhero, but because they’re yours.”

“How long have you known?” Chloe asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Since the first time I saw those pictures online,” Beca said.

“Did you mean what you said to her-” she stopped herself. “To me?”

“Yes,” Beca replied. “I love you. Always have. Always will.”

“I love you too,” Chloe replied, leaning forward and kissing her.

“So,” Beca said, smiling as they broke apart. “Now that it’s all out in the open, how about you speed us back home?”

“Actually, the speed is all part of the suit,” Chloe said, laughing.

“Oh. You’re gonna have to explain this all to me,” Beca said, linking their hands again as they carried on walking.

Chloe smiled. She gently squeezed her hand, fully aware that if she didn’t watch herself, she could easily break Beca’s fingers if she wasn’t careful.

“Well it all started when I was sixteen.”

A Sky of Stars

Created for Voltron Whump Week

Prompt: Day 8- FREE day (Intoxicated)

Summary: Lance was having a good night. Then the next thing he knows, he’s lost in the woods, slightly intoxicated and bleeding.

Notes: So humorous whump? Kind of. This one definitely has a much lighter tone. I think I needed the change in tone after a week of all the damage I did to the team. Anyway, prompt came from a friend. Sorry, I don’t think I did it justice. Warnings for so much vomiting, underage drinking, intoxication, blood and injury.

A Sky of Stars

It was a celebration. The first one they’d had in a while. They had successfully freed a planet from the Galra and the team had been invited to take part in the party. The food was amazing. The inhabitants were incredibly friendly and, according to Lance, the ladies were absolutely beautiful.

The people of this planet were known as the Dorveen. Their skin was a gentle brown and the hair on their heads was a shining silver. They were very tall and thin, much like the trees that completely covered this world.

The celebration was in the huge lodge that sat at the edge of the main city. Everyone seemed to be there and it was absolutely packed.

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Witchcraft Pennywise x Reader

Requester: Can’t remember sorry 😅!

Prompt: The reader is a girl who has powers without knowing how to control her power. Because of this she is ignored by her father who is a drunk who is always beating her or calling her a witch.

One night, her father humiliated her, she became angry and killed him and then fled for fear of killing someone innocent. Pennywise looks at everything and decides to help her control her power.

Over time, they realize that they are no so different and confess what they both feel for each other.

Warning: Abusive Father

Note: Got nothing. Brain fried. Enjoy. 

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Originally posted by jonroru

Originally posted by ahorrorstorycircle

You were just trying to live life.

Was that too much to ask for?

To just live as a normal average teenager.

But no.

You were born with powers.

Being a senior in high school was stressful but it was a hell of a lot better when you realized that once high school was over you could get away from your father. You could travel far across the country and go to some place where you’ll never be to hurt anyone.

So far you haven’t hurt anyone but over the years it’s been harder and harder to control your powers.

You couldn’t even control it in the first place.

You were able to lift objects with your mind which was more dangerous than turning into a werewolf for a power. You wished you were a werewolf so you could at least control your powers and only let go once a month.

But no, on a constant basis you had to be careful not to use your emotion against your power. If you were startled, stressed, angry or any other strong emotion like that an object would go flying.

You class and especially your teachers were terrified of you knowing about your powers. The first time it showed was during a fire alarm that had clearly startled you and your powers caused all the desks around you to flip like something pushed all o them onto the floor.

Because of that people constantly teased you and called you a witch. More than once you’d find a broom stick leaning against your locker or “witch-bitch” written on with permanent marker.

Boys walking past you would cackle like a witch and girls would whisper and ask you if you had any pointed shoes.

At least they weren’t as bad as your dad.

Your dad was a drunk that could be found at the local bar, mostly in the alley way of the bar passed out cold and sometimes bleeding from getting into a fight. He started drinking after your mother died when you were 3 because of you.

You were fooling around with your powers when you accidentally knocked over a lit candle causing the cloth on the wooden table set on fire. She had died trying to save you from the flame.

Everyday your father blamed it on you as he beat you before continuing to drown his sorrows in whiskey.

You were preparing for it as you walked down back home from school. Neighbors you passed gave you strange looks or fled inside. The only neighbor who was nice or even looked you in the eye was Mrs.Rollin.

Because of her dementia she constantly forgot you were a witch and gave you cookies and sweets daily. You sighed as you arrived to your house where the lawn was getting a bit wild like from your father not mowing it for a while.

Patches of dry spots were all over and various tools and children’s toys covered the yard. Most children who lived around your neighborhood were too afraid to step anywhere near your home and choose to lose a toy then go anywhere near.

Your neighbors constantly said your home was like a 2nd 20 Neibolt Street even though your home was as bad or as creepy. You walked up the steps towards the front porch and smiled when you saw a familiar sight.

There was a black cat sitting on the porch swing its tail idly flicking. You didn’t own the cat but you were sure it was one of your neighbors cats from its bright red collar around its neck.

Engraved on the metal coin of the collar was Pennywise, but you liked to call the cat Penny. What you loved about that cat was that his eyes were a beautiful blue color and when they were alert they changed gold. Currently at the moment the cats eyes were a calm blue.

When Penny noticed you he got up and stretched before hopping off and walking over to sit down next to you awaiting for you to open the door.

“Hey Penny.” You giggled scratching his head which he purred at.

You opened the door and he slithered right in making you giggle. You walked over to the fridge and opened it but sighed noticing that it was mostly empty other than a a few packs of beer bottles.

So much for making a sandwich.

You noticed Penny’s eyes were an alert and dangerous gold color making you concerned. You walked towards where he was looking at and your heart stopped in your throat. Your father was home already tipsy and drunk.

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Prompt: A mummy AU with Jaybird 🎃🎃🎃 - anon

A/N: Happy Halloween! I hope you have enjoyed the couple of spooky fics I was able to write. Christmas requests will be opening in a couple weeks so I look forward to what you guys will send me.

When Jason first started dating Y/N, he expected a lot of things to happen.

He expected for her to be upset when she found out about his alter ego. He expected for his family to try to get to know her better, mostly in effort to draw him back into their everyday lives. He expected her to want him to meet her parents.

What he had not expected was for her job to put him in the extremely odd and unforeseeable circumstance of fighting an army of mummies.

Jason cursed under his breath as he gripped Y/N’s hand and pulled her through the winding tunnels. The groans and growls of the ungodly creatures they were fleeing from echoed in the distance, but they moved in silence.

They exited the ancient pyramid. Jason let go of Y/N’s hand as he leaned over and panted heavily.

“What,” Jason gasped as he tried to catch his breath. “the actual fuck is going on?”

“I don’t know.” Y/N said quietly.

“You don’t know?!” Jason cried in disbelief, “I thought you were supposed to be the archaeologist here. Aren’t you supposed to know that sort of stuff?”

“There isn’t a lot known about this particular subject. We are still trying to decipher the language.” Y/N explained. “Plus, my area of expertise is lost cultures, not ancient curses.”

“Fair enough.” Jason said.

A loud rustling sound came from the nearby jungle. Jason stepped in front of Y/N, his gun raised to take aim at whatever was approaching. After a few tension filled moments, a blond man in a trenchcoat stumbled out of the foliage.

“Blasted tour guide dumping me halfway through the godforsaken forest last time I ask the medicine man to lead me to cursed ruins.” The man mumbled.

“Livingstone, I presume?” Jason greeted dryly. He lowered his pistol as the blond man looked him over.

“John Constantine, at your service.” He said, as he pulled out a business card and handed it to Y/N.

“Master of the Dark Arts?” Y/N asked skeptically.

“I really have to get those reprinted at some point.” John muttered.

“What are you doing here?” Jason asked.

“I could be asking you the same thing.” John said, “These ruins are known to be cursed. Nobody in any of the nearby villages will even come here, yet you and your lover decide to come here, on bloody fucking Halloween no less, to explore the site with the most volatile dark energy of any ancient site in the world.”

Jason thought over Constantine’s words for a moment. “Y/N… Did you know about the curse?” He asked slowly. Her silence was answer enough. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Jason groaned.

“Look, I knew there was a story about this ancient ruler building an army of the undead to be unleashed at some undetermined time and that army would bring about the end of times, but I had no idea it was actually true.” Y/N said defensively.

Jason rubbed his eyes tiredly before looking at the blond man. “How do we fix this?”

“We?” Constantine laughed. “We are not fixing anything. I am going to go back in there and try to fix the mess you two have made while you two,” John gestured between them. “Are going to leave. Now.” With that, he turned and disappeared into the pyramid.

Y/N and Jason stood there for several seconds. After a moment, Y/N moved to follow Constantine. Jason pulled her back.

“Where do you think you are going?” He said.

“To help him. I probably know more about the society than he does and I can read the language. Plus, he will probably need this.” Y/N said as she pulled a tablet out of her backpack. It depicted what Jason could only assume was human sacrifice and then something that looking suspiciously like an army of zombies and a world on fire.

“Why the fuck do you even have that?” He asked.

“I am an archaeologist, remember? I wanted to take it back to study further. I’ve never seen anything like this.” Y/N said as she traced the image of what had to be the king.

“Well, we are marching back in there and putting the murder tablet back in the tomb.” Jason said as he let her go and walked into the tomb.

The passageways were eerily empty. Not a sign of Constantine or the murderous mummies who had chased them earlier. They found the room where everything had started. Y/N had picked up the tablet and tried to sound out the last word, one that was unfamiliar to her. A ripple had went out from where her hands touched the stone. Not two seconds later, hands had started breaking through the walls. Jason had pulled her out of the room before the first creature freed itself, but the horror of what she had witnessed was enough to make her hesitant in returning to the scene.

Constantine didn’t even turn from where he stood, examining a smaller sarcophagus that rested opposite to the larger more elaborate one.

“Took you long enough.” He called out. “I’ll give you two shots to guess why this bugger isn’t awake.”

Y/N walked over and looked at the engraving on the lid. “This isn’t the king.” She said, “This is the queen. Is it possible the curse only affects male mummies?”

“That is a good guess, love.” Constantine said with a smirk. “I would like to say that you are right, but the answer is actually that this particular tomb is empty.” He shoved the stone slab roughly and it slid off with a loud thud.

Y/N and Jason both started at the noise. Y/N moved to make sure the artifact was intact.

“Are you out of your mind?! You could have destroyed this important piece of history!” She cried out.

“It is tougher than you think.” He said, waving off her anger. “Besides, I doubt this casket ever held the queen you were hoping to find. This seems to be more of a failsafe in case the curse was ever enacted.” He lifted another tablet out of the depths. “This is exactly what we are looking for.”

Y/N looked over his shoulder, but didn’t reach for the stone. “What does it say?” She asked quietly.

“Look for yourself.” John said as he carefully handed her the stone. She carefully looked over the stone several times before speaking.

“It seems that the king did, in fact have a queen. She apparently didn’t approve of his plan to bring about the end of times. She gathered her priestesses and they came up with a way to stop this armageddon, if it ever arose.” Y/N said.

“How do we stop it?” Jason asked, his eyes trained on the door in case any of the undead horde found them.

Y/N took a knife from her belt and handed it to Constantine. “I need you to cut my hand. Not too horribly deep, but I need to bleed.”

“What? Are you fucking crazy?” Jason said, reaching for the weapon. But John was too fast and quickly sliced open Y/N’s palm.

“Thanks.” She said with a wince. She smeared her hand over the image of the king onto the cursed slab. Then, she looked at the queen’s tablet and uttered a single word.

The energy that the curse had expelled had been dark and frightening, but the power of the countercurse was light and gentle. It spread quickly and carefully throughout the pyramid, turning all the undead soldiers into dust.

The feeling of terror faded as the dust settled. “Is it over?” Jason asked.

“For now.” Constantine said. “There will always be more curses for archaeologists to unwittingly release, but this one seems to have been broken.” He turned to Y/N. “Do me a favor, love, and try and look into the magic of these ancient cultures you seem so hellbent on studying.”

“Believe me, I have learned my lesson.” Y/N said. Constantine smirked before walking out the door.

“I’ll be seeing you lovebirds later, I imagine.” He said. They heard him whistling faintly as he made his way out of the passages.

Y/N and Jason slumped against the rock wall of the ancient tomb. They were both quiet for several minutes before Y/N started laughing softly.

“What is so funny?” He asked.

She just shook her head. “Best. Halloween. Ever.”

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Derek x Reader

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You glared at Scott who was giving you the puppy dog eyes. Of all the times he and his pack had to be attacked was now, half of the pack was at the church where you were going to marry Derek in less than twenty minutes and you were across town following Scott to help stop something rampaged across Beacon Hills.


“Scott we don’t have time!” Isaac objected when you followed him.


“Look phone Erica and tell her to stall.” You said hurriedly.


It took another half an hour to find and catch the creature long enough for Isaac, Scott and Allison to tame it and lock it up. Scott jumped up when the four of you sat down, answering a call and talking quietly.

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NDRV3 Boys reacting to their S/O giving an angry rant.

I apologize for getting this out a bit later than I usually do, as I was a bit busy over the weekend but I hope you enjoy this imagine nonetheless!

-Mod Saihara

Korekiyo Shinguji

  • As the weather was nice that day, Korekiyo suggested that you both take a short walk around the park as you both had nothing to do that day. You two were both having a nice chat when a young boy came up to you both and asked you both could find his mother.
  • Feeling pity for the lost child, he agreed as you both walked around the park in an effort to find the boy’s mother. After a few minutes, the boy’s face lit up as he began to shout for his mother. A woman in a distance suddenly came towards you and as she came closer you noticed a look of fury on her face.
  • She had quickly come up you three before pushing the boy behind her back, calling Korekiyo a creep and to stop messing with her son. When he merely mentioned that he was trying to help him, she simply insisted on calling a creep and telling him to stay away. At the same time, she was trying to hush her son who was trying to explain the situation.
  • Soon enough you burst out, telling to the woman to listen to your boyfriend as he was trying to help the boy find her. You began to rant, mentioning how it was his kindness that had reunited her with her son and how she should be thankful rather than call him a creep. Soon your words became less about the situation and more about how amazing Korekiyo was and how you would never trade him for anyone else.
  • By the end of your rant, the woman looked fluster, grabbing her son by the sleeve before telling him to leave you both alone. However, the boy had shot you a sympathetic look before he was dragged away, eyes conveying the apology he would never be able to say.
  • Korekiyo looked at you for a second, admiring the one he loved the most. Despite how angry you were with the woman, he couldn’t help but find your willingness to defend him so amazing. The raw emotion that had taken over your senses when you ranted towards the woman only caused him to fall in love with you further, knowing that you were willing to do such an act for him
  • After you had calmed down, he had expressed his love for you, mentioning how he appreciate what you said to the woman. He mentions how he thought that you were the most beautiful person, both appearance and personality wise, he had ever met, thankful to have a significant other just like you.


  • As you had run out of groceries, you were heading to the supermarket to buy more food for the week. Kiibo had also decided to tag along, wondering what it was like to be looking for food despite being unable to eat himself. Mostly this trip was just Kiibo pushing the shopping cart around while you inspected for anything that appealed to you.
  • You both were heading down the fresh produce section, you heard a shout. The shout had come from a group of teenagers, who pointed and laughed at Kiibo who was by your side. They had taunted him with “robophobic” words, mentioning how a robot shouldn’t be grocery shopping and instead of working as It didn’t take long for Kiibo to try to shoot back a response but in return, the teenagers’ comments only grew more vicious.
  • Suddenly you just snapped, immediately raising your voice mentioning how Kiibo was more civilized and human than people who would be willing to put down a robot simply because he was aiding you with human tasks. You then began to talk about how human Kiibo truly was and how he was able to feel love and care for you, and how he was very considerate compared to most humans, adding in several comments of how much he means to you.
  • As you continued to rant, you felt a hand on your shoulder and had heard Kiibo telling you that your rant had driven those teenagers away. You soon found yourself drawn into a hug as you heard your boyfriend thanking you for standing up to them. Kiibo was growing more frustrated with his inability to stop the taunting and was touched by your actions.
  • At that moment, he truly felt human as you mentioned all of the characteristics that had distinguished him between a mindless robot and one with a growing AI just like him. Kiibo was happy to be seen as a human being by someone other than Professor Idabashi, and it had strengthened his sense of confidence.
  • Once he let go of the embrace, he took your hand in his and asked if you still wanted to go grocery shopping with him. As if this encounter had never happened, the two of you continued your shopping hand in hand.

Kaito Momota

  • On your birthday, Kaito had taken you to a nice restaurant for dinner as a special treat. The atmosphere was nice and calm as you two enjoyed your meals on the patio, with the dim light of the candle softly illuminating your faces. As both of you were talking, you heard a loud commotion coming from the other side of the patio
  • A very large and drunken man had just stumbled into the patio from the bar and was causing a disruption. While you were both trying to ignore the man, it was clear that Kaito was getting a bit annoyed. After a few moments of the man stumbling and generally being a pain, he got out of his seat to talk to the man.
  • Unfortunately for him, the man’s drunken mind merely caused him to curse out at Kaito. He had called him several insulting names. After hearing how the man mentioning something insulting about his dating life, you had enough. Heading in their direction, you confronted the man yourself after pushing Kaito behind your back.
  • While your argument would have possibly been stronger if you were calm, your mind was too clouded with rage to even consider the possibility as you introduced yourself to his significant other and had emphasized upon how much you loved him. You had begun to talk about all of Kaito’s positive traits while listing the multiple times he had contributed to your life.
  • The words the drunken man was not spewing to you barely reached your ears as you continued ranting. However you weren’t the only one who got annoyed, Kaito too had joined in before trying to defend you from what the man said. By the time the manager came, you both were yelling about how much you loved each other to the man.
  • Due to the other customer’s bearing witness to the man’s behavior along with your own accounts, the man was thrown out of the restaurant due to causing a disruption. While the manager wasn’t too keen on both of your rants merely fanning the flames, he decided to let you go as you weren’t the ones who started the mess.
  • Kaito had thanked you for standing up for him, although he assured you he didn’t need help. He simply was unable to bear hearing others insult you as well and had stepped in due to his annoyance as well. Sharing a quick kiss, both of you would eventually return back to your meal which thankfully would not be interrupted again.

Kokichi Ouma

  • It isn’t surprising that Kokichi has many enemies considering his compulsive lies. Yet despite that, you had loved him. As he was following you around one day to the mall, you’ve noticed from the corner of your eye a person following you around, almost as if they were trying to tail you. However, you’ve ignored it, thinking it was a coincidence.
  • But as you left Kokichi alone for a few moments to use the restroom, you heard a gruff voice outside talking to him, and when you went outside you were greeted by the sight of a man backing him up into a corner, mentioning how he was going to make Kokichi regret ever existing. Immediately you went to his defense, placing your body in the middle of them both.
  • After refusing to move despite how menacing his threats were, he merely scoffed, making comments about how you were risking your life just for some lying asshole like Kokichi. As soon as those words left his mouth you began to yell at the man, mentioning how he was more than just someone who lied.
  • You raised your voice, almost yelling at the man about how intelligent and how much you loved Kokichi. As you began to ramble on and on, it had attracted attention from the others who had been shopping. Soon people crowded around, bearing witness to the man cornering you both. Realizing the attention you had brought, the man hastily left, mentioning how he will make you both pay one day.
  • After a few moments and when the bystander’s attention was moved away, Kokichi later talked you in private, mentioning how he could have defended himself and that you didn’t need to back him up. However, from the tone of his voice, you were unsure whether he was telling the truth or lying. But regardless he admits he appreciated your defense, making it clear he wasn’t lying.
  • Despite this small detour to your trip to the mall, you both continued your shopping. It was clear that you both were more careful now, choosing to stay near the more populated areas. For the rest of the trip, you found Kokichi clinging to your arm, claiming it was just in case the man came back so he could defend you from him. Whether that was a lie or not, you were certain that you loved your boyfriend.

Rantaro Amami

  • You have known that one of the more popular boys at your school had fallen for you after you had started to date Rantaro and had become a bit obsessive, outright stalking the two of you whenever you would go out for a date. While he did try to keep himself inconspicuous, Rantaro had always seemed to see through his covers.
  • Ultimately, one day as you were walking home with Rantaro, he had come up to you and asked you out on a date, completely ignoring your boyfriend who was standing right next to you. When you mentioned that you were already taken, he laughed before mentioning how Rantaro was a terrible choice for a boyfriend and how he could be a better boyfriend than Rantaro would be able to.
  • While you continued to turn down his advances, mentioning how you were already in a happy relationship he became increasingly persistent. As Rantaro had tried to rationalize with the boy, calmly asking him to stop asking you out when you had said no, his advances quickly turned into insults and mockery towards his personality and appearance. Upon seeing the distressed look on his face, you burst out.
  • Angrily, you began to talk about how Rantaro would be a better boyfriend than he would. You mentioned how your love for him was already set in stone, and how he had brought you happiness every single day. Finding yourself unable to stop rambling about how amazing he was, it appeared that the boy had finally understood that he stood no chance before deciding to leave in anger.
  • Once he had calmed you down, Rantaro had told you that you didn’t need to speak out against him and how he wasn’t bothered by his insults, but rather simply overwhelmed that he was unable to have a conversation without insults. He was greatly appreciative of your defense for him though, mentioning how what you said had made him feel as if he was the happiest man alive.
  • Realizing that the stalker problem had finally been dealt with, both of you continued your walk home, finally able to enjoy some alone time between you two, knowing that you no longer would have a stalker tailing the both of you.

Shuichi Saihara

  • You didn’t know Shuichi had a bully until you came face to face with them yourself. Both of you were talking in front of your classroom before school had started when another person your age would approach you. As you thought it was simply another classmate trying to get to your seat, you ignored it however you’ve noticed that as they were approaching he became increasingly nervous.
  • They interrupted your conversation, mentioning how they thought it was astounding how he found someone willing to tolerate his presences. As he shrunk back a little, he quietly asked them to leave him alone but they continued to pester him, making mentions about how he didn’t deserve his title as the Ultimate Detective and how he is simply a failure. As the bully continued to push Shuichi’s buttons, even more, he had tried to defend himself, only to have them use whatever he said against him.
  • As you tried to ask them to back off from him as well, they merely ignored you while making comments about how he didn’t deserve to have someone like you dating him and how you were out of his league. Despite practically making these comments to your face, they continued to ignore your comments until they outright mentioned how pathetic he was getting someone who simply dated him out of pity.
  • Unable to contain your rage any longer, you began to proclaim loudly about how your love for him was real and how he was one of the most important people in your life. You angrily pointed out that compared to some bully who picked on others due to their low self-confidence, Shuichi was far more successful and had deserved his title, backing up your claims with his solved case. Soon your words became praises for Shuichi, mentioning how amazing he was.
  • By the time you had finished with your rant, the bully had already left, although it is uncertain whether they left as the teacher was approaching or due to the fact you had driven them off. But Shuichi would later tell you that they would no longer bully him, rather ignoring him whenever they met.
  • He would later tell you that your rant that day had made him more confident in himself. Knowing he had your support, he was able to hold his head higher. Although he wouldn’t admit it, he did become a little scared of you knowing that you could once again get enraged like that in an instance. Thankfully he knew that your rage would most likely be directed somewhere else.

Gonta Gokuhara

  • You knew despite Gonta’s intimidating appearance, he was a sweetheart who wouldn’t hurt a fly (he’s an entomologist, of course, he wouldn’t hurt a fly). While it was common for other people to be discouraged to approach him due to this, it was equally common for strangers to be pleasantly surprised once they interact with him for the first time. However, some people remained unpleasant after discovering it.
  • You had known that Gonta had made new friends with a girl who had also shared his interested in insects. While you had thought nothing about it at first, you’ve noticed that he seemed less like his usual self, talking to others less, overhearing how he would never be a gentleman to himself and once even telling you that he wasn’t a worthy boyfriend for someone like you. Upon further asking him, you discovered the “friend” he had made was telling him all of this whenever he would meet with her.
  • The next time Gonta had met with the friend, he asked if you would come along. However, it was clear that while you were around, she would never say anything terrible to Gonta. But after returning from a short bathroom break, you had overheard the friend talking to Gonta, calmly reciting what he has been telling you. The last straw was when she had told Gonta that the only reason you were even dating him because you pitied him for having such a terrible upbringing
  • Furious, you immediately confronted the friend, telling her that what she said was a lie, making it clear you love Gonta and were dating him because of that. Then you proceeded to expose all of her comments, defending Gonta, mentioning how he would soon be able to be a gentleman if it weren’t for her discouraging comments. Your rant soon turned into one full of encouraging words, telling Gonta that it is okay if he isn’t one now but is making progress.
  • As your rant continued without a sign of stopping, his friend stormed off, possibly angered by what she had heard. After you both were sure that she had left, Gonta embraced you as the flow of encouraging words merely increased. You told him how she wasn’t a real friend and how there were other people unlike her that were much better friends than she would be.
  • Gonta found himself unable to do anything but cry at the moment. Not only had your words made him believe in himself again, but it had given him the courage to understand that despite her love for bugs, she truly was a bad person. He had needed to hear those words for a long time, and while you were a bit scary while delivering these words, it had made him happy to hear it.
  • It was only a few days after the incident when Gonta had found a new friend. This time, the friend was kind and gentle, treating him gently and complimenting him on his knowledge of bugs. Once you met this friend, it was clear that she would be a far better friend than the previous one would be.

Ryoma Hoshi

  • Ryoma was a criminal and you had accepted that knowing that he has moved on and was beginning his step towards what redemption he had via parole. However, it didn’t stop the general public, who had heard rumors, from being afraid of him. However, he had often insisted that he deserved this behavior and even encouraging it.
  • It had almost appeared that undercover police, typically the newer and inexperienced recruits, were tailing you both, watching him to see if he would cause any trouble despite the fact that he was on parole and there was already strict monitoring in place. While most have left you alone, knowing that under their watch he wouldn’t cause any trouble, but there were sometimes several police officers who made it clear that they were onto him if they caused any trouble.
  • Once when you both were heading to the animal shelter to help with the kitten adoption event that was happening that day, there was a car that was obviously tailing you both. Upon arriving at the animal shelter and beginning to help out, the same man in the car had come in and begun to audibly talk to the person in charge, asking if she knew that she had allowed a criminal to be near the cats and later kids which would come.
  • Tired of hearing these words, you simply faced the policeman before telling him how despite Ryoma’s criminal past, he was truly trying to change for the better. However, your rational argument soon deteriorated as you began to simply tell the officer how amazing he is and how you had loved him despite everything.
  • The policeman had looked flustered as you ended your rant. Unable to do anything as you didn’t commit any crime, he simply told you both that he would continue to watch you both before storming out. While Ryoma did tell you that it wasn’t necessary for you to tell him off for simply trying to be careful, it was clear he was grateful for your rant even if he didn’t make it very clear that he did.
  • While the policeman did keep his promise of keeping watch on you both, he no longer got into the way of your everyday activities. Both of you had learned to ignore his presence and upon confirming that Ryoma would not be involved in any crime, he would eventually leave you both be. Finally, both of you would be able to enjoy a life without being watched.