angel slide

‘More boys being yandere? Maybe if their s/o got killed in the killing game, and/or if they confessed they had a crush on someone (like if they were a yandere Bois crush?) ‘

Ok 2 things,A: I’m not sure if I understood this correctly so I’m sorry if this isn’t how you wanted it to be like. And B: THIS IS 7444 WORDS LONG HOLY

Some boys are reacting to their s/o’s death, others are reacting to their s/o having feelings (or possible feelings for other people

Warning: Nudity, suggested sex, violence and swearing under the cut 


Saihara Shuichi:

  • The second he laid eyes on you he was smitten
  • He was breathless, blushing and stumbling over his words as he murmurs out a ‘Hi’
  • When you give him a warm smile and shake his hand softly he thinks his heart’s going to give out  
  • He’s never felt this way before, and he loves it
  • After that he makes it his task to learn as much as he can about you, learning what you like and dislike, making scripts on what he’ll say to you…watching you from a distance, picking up the objects you leave behind…
  • He has a box under his bed full of used napkins, toothpicks and half eaten pieces of food from you
  • They’re…memories…footprints that you’ve left behind for him to keep
  • It’s not strange! Every object you touch is blessed to him…
  • He starts taking pictures not even 7 days after meeting you
  • Pinning them up on the wall (Thank god the school had Polaroids) And writing messages on them
  • ‘S/o sleeping <3’ ‘S/o changing’ ‘S/o showering’ ‘s/o sweating after a run uwu’
  • He drools over every single one
  • He loses track of the days, caring about his appearance more than food and making sure he’s collected every scrap you leave and taking every picture he can
  • He’s been reading in the library for the past hour, glancing across the room to you, he hasn’t flipped his page once
  • When Kaito and Tenko barge in, he yelps and the book tumbles to the ground
  • “Ah sorry about that Saihara!” Momota grins and returns the book back to the detective
  • He gives a plain “It’s alright.” Before dusting the cover off slightly, watching as the two dash over to you
  • He resumes reading, jealousy slightly flickering in his eyes
  • After 5 minutes he knows you three are waiting for him to leave, talking in hushed voices. Kaito keeps turning back to him before spinning back around and whispering again.
  • He can take hints.  
  • He slips out the door, making sure they hear him as he closes it

  • It doesn’t take him long to crawl in the vents and position himself above the library shafts
  • He holds his breath as he leans forward to hear better
  • ‘-on! You can tell us s/o-san!” Chabashira-san.
  • “Yeah you can trust us!” He hears a thumping sound, Kaito pounding a fist over his heart
  • “….It’s Amami…”
  • He hears a gasp, before Tenko is yakking on about how she’d never trust a man enough to date-
  • Wait what
  • “We’ve been together before we came to this school…that’s why I trust him so much.”
  • You liked Amami, Amami liked you
  • He felt a cold numbness sweep over his mind
  • This couldn’t be true, he loved you
  • But you weren’t his?
  • He couldn’t think, he couldn’t move

  • Amami
  • Amami was why he couldn’t love you. Why you didn’t love him
  • If Amami wasn’t there, you would be his
  • He shuffled out of the vent, the sun was going down
  • He worked quickly….
  • …..
  • The next day, no one had seen Amami
  • You were obvious panicked, everyone searched but to no avail
  • He had helped search as well, feeling his heart curl when he saw your sad face
  • But when you approached him asking if he could use his talent to try and find Amami his heart swelled up again, like a thirsty plant receiving water
  • You wanted him to do something for you, of course he would accept
  • You smiled and hugged him, voice cracking as you thanked him
  • Needless to say, it was the best thing in his life
  • He grinned ear to ear as he waved you goodbye….silently worrying when he would come up empty handed, what you would think about him…
  • Amami wouldn’t be found for a long time
  • He was currently tied up, hidden between the walls of his room
  • He would feed Amami of course…but only giving him the necessities to live
  • He wouldn’t let your relationship with the green-haired boy continue (It was obvious he dyed it! Some rebel like him shouldn’t be tainting an angel like yourself!)
  • After sliding the hidden door closed, he sighed and flopped down on his bed, examining his wall of pictures
  • Smiling to himself, he fell asleep to the thoughts of your hug

Amami Rantaro:

  • Amami can usually hide his true feelings
  • Until the first day he met you
  • H o l y Shit he was so heated
  • His hands were clammy and his face was probably as flushed as fire
  • He kept brushing the back of his neck, silently praying that you didn’t find him strange
  • When you laughed at one of his jokes he felt his ego soar
  • He continued to bring more jokes, more puns, more of what made you laugh and smile as the days pass
  • You actually ruffled his hair at a point, calling him a puffy avocado
  • He grinned through his frizzy locks and went onto making avocado-based jokes
  • The need to have you within eye shot started to grow, even if you were going to the bathroom he insisted on waiting outside the door
  • If you had to go do other things he’d still always ‘coincidently’ meet up with you
  • He had to go pick up a book for Saihara! He had to get a bottle of Panta for Ouma!
  • He seemed to always find ways to be around you
  • It came to a point where you felt bothered by it, so one day you politely tell him that you need your personal space… You still enjoy having him! Just…not all the time?
  • You can see the gears turning in his brain before he smiles and pats your back
  • “Of course! I’m sorry if I seemed to cling, you just are really fun to be around!”
  • You thank him, telling him that Kaede is waiting for you before you leave
  • He waves as you walk away, leaving to go visit Iruma
  • .,.,.,
  • Many ‘favors’ later he’s got a bunch of hidden cameras and recording devices, bugs
  • If anyone asked Iruma, she would say he was setting them up to catch the mastermind (like they would anyways)
  • In reality, he was going to use them to watch you
  • If he couldn’t be there for you, he could at least watch over you
  • He’s set them up in every main room, the kitchen, dining room, library, arcade…
  • He’s even set a few up in your room, giving him 360 degree access
  • After you finished talking with him, could sit back and relax as he watches and hears your conversations with someone else
  • He especially loves the times when you’re in your room
  • He’s seen you changing, sleeping and…well you are a teenager so doing ‘that’ as well
  • And he’s proudly done the same while watching you
  • He hits his hardest high he’s ever felt watching you squirm and gasp
  • It’s late evening, you and Harukawa had finished taking a drip in the pool (much to Amami’s disappointment and satisfaction) and now you were cuddling up in your blankets, reading a magazine
  • Amami on the other hand, was eating a meat bun he grabbed from the fridge while you were changing. He had wanted something quick so that he could return to you as soon as possible
  • He twirled his headphones, as he chewed and filled out a crossword puzzle
  • When he sound of a door opening he spins around, only to find the door to be (thankfully) closed
  • Turning back to the screen he realizes that the sound came from your room
  • “Damn these mics are good.” he murmured before sweeping the puzzle to the side and turning up the volume on the headphones
  • Himiko had just walked in, you greeted her and gestured for her to sit beside you, she plopped down before wrapping the blanket around herself
  • It left you without a blanket, but you didn’t seem to care
  • He watched as the two of you continued to talk, before you suddenly asked if she could keep a secret
  • If he wasn’t concerned before, he was sure as hell concerned now
  • A secret? How come you haven’t told him then? Is it about him then-
  • His thoughts were stopped mid sentence as you whispered
  • “I think I like Korekiyo…”
  • His jaw metaphorically and psychically dropped
  • He continued to listen, but his worries were confirmed, Korekiyo was your crush.
  • He turned the monitor off, taking the headphones out of his hair before he runs his hands through it
  • This couldn’t be true
  • He cares more about you more than that creep! All that man wants is your body!
  • He thinks about you naked, Korekiyo licking your parts as you moa-
  • Before he knows it he’s out of the room, rushing over to Korekiyo’s room
  • The anthropologist seems less than pleased to be disturbed at the time, but he wasn’t sleeping anyways so it’s not like he really care-
  • “You know s/o?”
  • An eyebrow from Shinguji as he replies: “Of course I do.”
  • Amami nods, making a grave face before leaning closer to the other boy “I think they might be trying to kill you.”
  • Shinguji immediately tenses, Amami keeps up the act
  • Amami looks side to side, before flicking his eyes up “Can we talk inside? Please.”
  • Although he seems skeptical, Korekiyo complies
  • Amami fabricates his story, s/o has been talking about her life before she got stuck in the killing game, desperate to get out. He’s seen your plans, lure the anthropologist in pretending to be in love. Then when the time is right- bang.
  • Why Korekiyo? He’s creepy and no one would miss him that much. Someone like Ouma would be hard to take down without it somehow backfiring. Korekiyo seems to be easiest to swoon and easiest to kill, Gonta would be too strong, Kaito works out, Hoshi doesn’t let anyone get close to him, and Amami?
  • “She’s my cousin. We didn’t tell anyone as someone could blackmail us.”
  • When he does leave, Korekiyo seems at least 60% convinced and Amami is smirking as he goes to bed
  • The next day he repeats the same thing to you, but it’s a bit different…
  • “I think Korekiyo wants to kill you…”
  • After he’s finished. Both you and Shinguji eye each-other up suspiciously, sitting as far away as possible during meals
  • Amami smiles as he scoops another spoonful of cereal into his mouth
  • He’s won

Ouma Kokichi:

  • If you asked Ouma before if he would fall in love, he would have laughed at you to the point at which you would think he’d be popping a blood vessel anytime soon
  • Key work being before
  • The second you walked through that door to see him taunting the robot in the storage room it was game over
  • Fin, Finish, Done
  • His immediate thought was to run, run and hide under the covers of his bed and never come out
  • But he made his first mistake and let you approach him
  • You made a comment,  something about not bothering Kibbo or Kiiboy, whatever his name was
  • All he could focus on was the way your hair swirled with every breath, how your lashes batted and brows furrowed as you sternly told Ouma to leave the robot alone
  • He gave a little ‘Nishi shi’ before giving a whined ‘okay’
  • Then he made his second mistake: “Only if you keep me company! This place is full of boring people. …you better not disappoint me!”
  • And much to the supreme ruler’s surprise, you agreed
  • He learned your name, talent, what foods you like to eat, what subjects you like and dislike, and he kept falling deeper
  • He really should have gone out. Stayed away. But he didn’t
  • As he would lie, you would roll your eyes and make a witty clapback whenever possible until the two of you were slamming remark after remark at each-other
  • Call him crazy, but he liked it
  • “Ok you’re crazy.”
  • He laughs (And it isn’t faked?) as you continue to stare at him like he has 3 heads
  • “At what time did trying to sneak into the spa while the girls were in there-wearing nothing but a hot-dog bun around your cock seem like a good idea?”
  • “At least the bun stayed on.”
  • “At least the bun didn’t go up.”
  • He laughs again, wincing slightly as the busies remind him that they exist
  • He expected as much, it was a stupid idea to begin with. He had to do it
  • He wanted to see your body.
  • Of course he had no idea that the girls were in there
  • But he had received ‘information’ that you would have been there alone….
  • He’s more disappointed than angry in all honesty
  • When you begin to wrap his wounds, he yelps
  • “What are you doing?”
  • “Not putting a hot-dog bun on my dick and yelling ‘SAUSAGE PARTY!’             while walking into a spa that’s for sure.”
  • “Does that mean you have a dick?”
  • “I have you.”
  • He’s tempted to pull away, brush you off and let his wounds scab over
  • But he just can’t
  • He wants you to do it
  • So he lets you treat his wounds, thanking you before hurrying to his room and shutting the door
  • And he smiled
  • All throughout the week you noticed how Ouma started to cling more and more
  • He would wine if you wanted to leave, saying “I’ll be bored!” or “I’ll just follow you then!”
  • It started to annoy you
  • But Ouma doesn’t care if he’s being annoying
  • You’re the only person in this school who cares about his well-being! The person he loves, even if he won’t admit it himself
  • You’ve already stayed with him this long
  • He won’t let go, he won’t
  • He refuses to let anyone take you from him, no matter the cost
  • You’ve been playing a game of pool with Kiibo, Shirogane, Saihara, Angie and (Surprisingly) Hoshi, Ouma’s been groaning about how bored he’s been for the past hour
  • As kiibo gets a ball in, you slap his hand, grinning as he shyly wishes you good luck on your turn
  • You line up your pole, the white ball knocking a black-8ball before it rolls, Ouma gives another moan of boredom
  • “Ouma stop moaning like you’re in a heat and be quiet.”
  • “My beloved s/o is so harsh!” He creeps up behind you and wraps his arms around your torso before whispering in your ear “You better stop being buddy-buddy with Kiibo by the way.”
  • He pulls away, grinning as everyone else rolls their eyes
  • Meanwhile you’ve frozen
  • What did he say? Stop being buddy-buddy with Kiibo?
  • Oh no
  • You let the others re-set the balls, nervously twisting your pole as Ouma takes his spot on top of an arcade machine
  • A bubble of anxiety builds up in your stomach
  • He remains quiet for the rest of the match, hungry eyes trained on your every move
  • Once the match finishes, and you’ve all parted ways the anxiety in your stomach skyrockets
  • And then Ouma is behind you
  • “S/o~” a hug
  • “If you act like that again to Kiibo, I’ll rip that scrap of metal apart.”
  • A cold sweat runs down your forehead as he laughs “What the fuck Ouma.”
  • His laughter stops, voice low and threatening “Tell anyone and I kill you.”
  • With one swift movement he’s got you by the neck against the wall, hand squeezing as you gurgle and gasp for air. He’s surprisingly strong for his height and structure
  • When you start to see stars he releases, holding you up and biting and kissing at your bruised neck
  • “I love you, s/o. I won’t let anyone else take you away from me.”
  • Part of you wants to push him away, yell and scream for help
  • But one look at his shimmering plum eyes as he kisses you, and you know that you won’t do it
  • He’s nothing without you, broken and lost and afraid. And you can’t hide the fact that you do feel something for him. Whether it be love or lust, you still harbor feelings for the boy
  • He asks you to stay in his room that night, you comply
  • You fall asleep trying to push the image of Kiibo’s dismembered body out of your mind
  • The next day Ouma wakes up and you’ve left
  • His immediate thought is that you’ve ran away and told someone, his mind is on getting revenge until he sees the note
  • “I heard a scream –s/o”
  • He’s dressed in an instant, not worried about his hair as he zooms out the door
  • He runs into Gonta on the way, he tells Ouma that there was a murder
  • Fuck
  • He’s running faster than his legs should be able to go, as he runs up the stairs
  • 1,2, 3 floors later and he’s flung open the doors to the rec-room
  • And then he sees your body, lifeless
  • He sinks down to his knees, letting the others pass him and usher him away
  • He doesn’t move for the entire investigation, sitting on a metal chair in the dining room, hearing the whirr of fans as they cut up the sunlight that enters the room
  • This isn’t fair
  • Life isn’t fair
  • He’s always been alone, always, Even now he’s alone. He gets one good thing in his life and it’s gone before he knows it
  • He doesn’t want people’s pity  
  • He wants blood
  • So when the trial comes, he throws people off
  • He lies, bends the truth
  • And everyone votes for the wrong person
  • Monokuma laughs as the look of horror spreads across their faces, the real murder, Saihara, looks like he’s just ran a marathon
  • And all Ouma does is laugh, laugh as he walks over to Saihara
  • He opens his mouth to speak, but he’s cut off with a piece of glass in his throat 
  • “Die bitch.”
  • Saihara’s eyes go wide as his hands claw at his throat, he chokes on his own blood before falling to the ground
  • Ouma’s jacket is stained red, splotches of blood dripping down his face
  • He hears the yelling and screams of everyone before they’re all lifted into the execution
  • A deck of cards await them, each person is forced to take one. Aces mean death by impalement, club means being beaten to death, Heart means dissection and diamond means death from cuts , King or Queen means death by ‘assassination’
  • Ouma laughs and watches as Tenko is beaten with her own nun chucks, Hoshi is stabbed with a metal pole and everyone else withering and yelling in agony
  • He doesn’t care that they’re all dying
  • He won. He killed them all for you
  • So when he picks the joker card, Ouma Kokichi makes his final mistake
  • And lives

Kiibo:

  • He surely was not programmed to feel this way. It’s impossible
  • Such a strong feeling that clutches at his chest and makes his system overheat with each touch and stare
  • The robot has not felt this way once since he was booted up for the first time
  • He’s a bit clueless, so it takes him a while to figure out that he’s in love
  • But when he does oh boy
  • He’s determined as fuck to win you over, playing every card he has up his non-existent sleeves to try and make you swoon
  • Unfortunately he only ends up making a bigger fool of himself
  • You pity him to the point where you play along, and boy the look on his face after you do is priceless  
  • He’d told you a cheesy pickup line, and when you retorted with another one he was giddy with excitement
  • He’s rambling faster than his mind can process about how he’s been planning to use that for days now and that he can’t believe it work-
  • You tell him to calm down, and he’s muted himself
  • Each morning he greats you at exactly 8’oclock, sitting beside you in the dining hall for breakfast at 8:30 before he spends his entire morning (And afternoon if you are free) with you
  • He can’t eat of course, but watching you eat gives him a sort of happiness as if he was eating
  • Pretty soon he’s gotten every mole, pore, texture and feature of your face memorized and stored on his long-term memory database
  • He begins recording each conversation with you, playing your voice back late at night while he sleeps
  • He actively talks with you each chance he gets, and follows you around like a lost puppy
  • There was a point where he nearly jumped in the pool with you
  • He only stopped because he realized his body couldn’t handle the amount of water, and that he may (or may not) electrocute you
  • Times where he would be experiencing new things were now taken up by you
  • Not just spending time with you, time thinking about you, researching more ways to win you over and listening back to your voice
  • It came to a point where he wasn’t spending time with anyone else, shrugging them off with an excuse
  • Yet each time you got near him he’d immediately drop what he was doing and go with you
  • Every time he saw you spending time with someone else, he’d join the two of you, not minding if he was intruding on a conversation
  • If they told him to go away, he’d get angry and call it robot-discrimination
  • And if then he still has to leave, oh boy
  • He’s pissed
  • He just wants to spend time with you like a normal human! He just is doing what he needs to beat everyone else! What’s so wrong with that?
  • So when Ouma points out that Kiibo’s been starring at you for the past ten minutes at the dining hall, he loses it
  • He’s screeching at Ouma to leave him alone, threatening to beat the smaller boy if he doesn’t shut up
  • It’s gotten to a point where he’s had to be removed and shut down by Iruma, screaming and trying with all his might to break away
  • Everyone seems to keep any contact with you to a minimal or in private, not wanting to upset Kiibo to the point of no return
  • Kiibo has started to become more possessive as the days went by, literally growling at anyone other than you that approached him, glaring at anyone who so much as said ‘Hi’ to you, He had even stopped letting Iruma do maintenance checks on him
  • The only person he was kind to was you at this point
  • Kiibo had started to say things that…made you uncomfortable
  • “S/o you’re so pretty…” Lust in his eyes as he ran his cold hands along your thighs
  • “s/o you can do anything to me you know?” “I would do anything for you.” “If anyone needs to be taken care of just let me know ok?”
  • He had even suggested for the two of you to ‘take things further’
  • He had walked you back to your dorm, offering to stay outside to guard the door for you
  • It doesn’t matter if he runs out of battery :)
  • Eventually he does leave (Only because you told him to get some rest) walking back to his room
  • He took his seat on the bed, humming a tune as he re-played a recording of you talking for the fourth time
  • It was around midnight before he heard noises from outside
  • “shhh, quiet Ouma.”
  • “Nishishi~ Don’t worry s/o I’m always quiet~”
  • Kiibo’s at the door, pressed up against it and listening intently
  • “Let’s talk in my room.” Your voice
  • He heard the sound of footsteps grow farther and farther away , the rage slowly building up inside of him
  • How.Dare.Ouma.
  • Teasing him constantly and now this!
  • He quietly creped after you two, pressing one side of his head to your door, hearing multiple voices
  • “-think this is a good idea.”
  • “He won’t leave me alone? What else can we do?”
  • “What if he gets pissed and attacks one of us?”
  • Oh
  • Oh
  • He knew what this was about
  • They want to take you away from him. They don’t think a robot should be able to be human and love. They’re all his rivals
  • They need to be taken care of
  • He heads over to Iruma’s workplace, there was no lock to begin with
  • Pretty soon he has everything he needs
  • He waits back in his room, until everyone has dispersed back from your room
  • Then he strikes.
  • ……
  • ….
  • When you wake you’re nervous…today’s the day the plan is supposed to be put into effect
  • You sit in the dining hall, waiting for the others to trickle in
  • ….
  • You wait half an hour, and hour and then half an hour more, by the time 2 hours have passed you’re outright panicking
  • You make your way to Ouma’s room, knocking on it
  • Nothing
  • You try the doorknob, its open
  • When the door swings open you see his body, flung on the bed, blood seeped into the mattress
  • You go to Shirogane’s room, and it’s the same thing
  • Tenko, Kaede, Saihara, Gonta, Hoshi, Iruma, everyone
  • Dead.
  • You can’t believe what you’re seeing, your friends are all gone with the turn of a clock
  • “Or the flip of a switch.”
  • It’s him
  • Kiibo smiles at you, eyes red and voice shaky as he walks forward
  • He’s got a red splotch on his chest plate
  • “There there, it’s fine!”
  • Dead, killed, white sprayed red
  • “I got rid of the rivals… I have won in this battle of love…”
  • This isn’t love, this can’t be. This is fucked up-
  • It’s love sick
  • He doesn’t take no for an answer.

Korekiyo Shinguji:

  • When he sees you for the first time he’s intrigued
  • The way you seem to effortlessly walk, combing tangled strands of hair with your fingers as you sigh
  • He’s charming you with every word as you charm him with each move
  • You ask about his talent and he’s more than happy to go explain about his studies in anthropology
  • He’s met many people from many cultures, and studied thousands more
  • But this one person is different
  • You don’t look at him ‘that’ way when you see his mask, or when he greedily talks about his studies
  • He won’t consider it love at first sight, but he’s definitely thinking about it
  • As he gets to know more about you, he finds himself drawing deeper and deeper into the feeling of love
  • He knows things need to be taken slow naturally, considering the situation you two are in as well…
  • But sometimes he can’t help being a little bit greedy
  • He caught you doing the laundry one day, you called him over and the clothes had not only dried but cooled by the time you and him were finished talking
  • You seemed to interested in hearing his stories, you make him laugh with stories of your own
  • He’s enjoying life more and more
  • His feelings only seem to deepen as time passes, he’s slipped a few times and has called you ‘darling’ or ‘beauty’ but you don’t seem to mind, if anything, you seem to like it
  • And then when the first trial happens he knows that he’s fallen
  • The way you argued, how you shot down statements and proved your points with evidence and led everyone to the blackened
  • After the trial he can see that you’re on the verge of breaking down, holding back tears and sniffling
  • He embraces you in his arms as you sniffle, holding you tight as a new found emotion flows through him
  • Dominance
  • Korekiyo knows that he’s always had a thing for this trait but this time he really feels it
  • The need to keep you his. The need to claim you for his own. The need to make sure no one takes you. The need to see you below him.
  • It starts to build
  • He begins to be more firm with his touches, his gaze more piercing as he sits almost flush to you during meals
  • He’s begun to say creepier things, talking about ropes and chains and controlling and master and slaves….
  • It’s making you concerned
  • But each time you bring it up he simply smiles (You can tell by the way his cheek bones go up) and apologizes for making you uncomfortable before he continues to talk about different topics
  • You do like it when he talks but…some things you don’t like…making you tied between emotions
  • And you slowly feel new emotions for someone else sprouting…
  • One day he takes things too far, you’ve been showering in your room only to walk out and find him sitting on your bed
  • He knows you like Angie
  • That religion loving little cunt
  • You tell him to get out, and his expression darkens
  • “But what if I don’t want to, s/o?”he takes a step forward
  • And another
  • Pretty soon your back is against the wall, dressed in nothing but a towel with a masked sadist approaching you
  • One slap across the face, and you know that he’s angry
  • In one swift motion he’s got you on the floor, ripping the damp towel off as he lands his own slap to your face
  • You scream, clinging desperately to the towel as he growls and pulls your now naked body onto the bed
  • Now it’s a punch
  • And  a stomp
  • He’s outright abusing you by the time you beg him to stop
  • He pulls at your hair, and hisses into your ear “You are mine. Got it? You don’t have a say in this, all you need to do is listen and let me take care of it…”
  • The room is ringing, your nose is burning as your eyes swell and the sharp burning of pain spreads throught your arms and legs
  • It only takes one more punch before you fall unconscious

  • When you wake up you’re chained by the wrist and ankle in a metal cage, the floor lightly padded
  • “Good morning darling~”
  • He unlocks the cage, you shake as he offers a hand, he glowers until you fearfully take his hand
  • He smiles as he sets you down in a chair, feeding you with a spoon and humming a children’s song
  • “Oh, don’t worry about seeing anyone from now on my love; I’ll make sure that no one can hurt you again.”
  • You shiver, he removes his mask and forcefully kisses you
  • Gonta Gokuhara:
  • He seemed so pure, so kind and caring when you met him
  • You had taken a liking to his bugs, and he was overjoyed to teach you about the different kinds of moth and arachnid
  • He felt this warm gooey feeling in his stomach whenever you talked to him, and he always felt slightly jealous whenever anyone else talked to you
  • As the days went by in the prison academy, Gonta grew slightly more hostile and agitated to the people talking to you, the difference wasn’t much but it was still noticeable
  • Especially for the SHSL detective
  • Saihara had came and quietly told you about what he’s been noticing, he advised you to stay away from Gonta
  • But Gonta was such a nice person! He would never
  • Saihara simply sighed, warning you again
  • You rolled your eyes, but still planted a small peck on his cheek, thanking him
  • He walked away with a red face and
  • …unknown to him, a certain someone was watching the conversation, and he wasn’t pleased in the slightest
  • Saihara Shuichi locked the door to his room, sighing as he removed his cap and laid down after another stressful day trapped in the school
  • “Saihara-kun, locking your door before you leave the room is what someone smart like you should have done.”
  • Saihara yelped, calling out to whoever was there
  • Gonta poked his head out of the bathroom, a light smile on his face “Gonta wouldn’t want anyone sneaking in here now would I?”
  • Saihara rose from his position, having read enough mystery novels to figure out where this was headed
  • And if the detective was right, he was in a lot of shit
  • “Gonta has heard the you’ve tried to tarnish Gonta’s good name….” he was getting closer with each step, Saihara took a step back
  • “Well Gonta can’t have his little bug s/o getting the wrong idea now…” he was within arm’s reach
  • Saihara was about to run for it, before he could he felt a heavy force slamming him across the room
  • He brought his arms up to protect his head, a second later hearing the crunch of plaster and paint as splinters of wood exploded beside his head
  • Gonta had punched the wall beside his head, eyes boring into Saihara’s smaller body
  • “Don’t’ ever do something like that again. Don’t’ you dare kiss her, or you’ll answer to me. ” Was all he said before he left the detective shaking “Tell anyone and you’re done for.”
  • The next day you couldn’t figure out why Saihara seemed so nervous around you, or why anyone for that matter seemed a bit too cautious with their words and actions around you
  • Oh well, at least Gonta was there for you

Kaito Momota:

  • His loud attitude stopped the second he saw you
  • His usually loud and confidant self grew quiet and flustered as he introduced himself  
  • When you left him to introduce yourself to other people he slapped himself for being such a wuss
  • When monokuma announced the situation everyone was in he felt a determination to protect you at all costs
  • He grew closer to you, despite him being slightly awkward, you still enjoyed having him around
  • Eventually he grew more comfortable around you, loving every day he spent with you
  • He gave his best at making jokes and goofing off to keep your minds off of things, each time you laughed it made it all worth it
  • One time his slippers had gotten water in them, making his toes squeak and squish with each step
  • He’s never seen you laugh harder
  • He grew so in love with hearing you laugh that he started doing insane things
  • Falling off a bookshelf, spilling hot tea on maki, all just to get a smile out of you
  • It made him hated by others, but he didn’t care!
  • He made you worry about his health, but he took it as a compliment!
  • As the days go by you start to notice that Kaito was being overpowering…
  • He’d sit between you and Amami during meals,  shoved Angie out of the way to get to you, clapped Saihara a bit too hard on the back whenever he talked to you
  • And that was just the beginning
  • You brought it up to him, he just laughed
  • “I have to make sure no one steals my star.”
  • His star? You’re not his star. You aren’t his.
  • He doesn’t seem to understand
  • I mean…
  • Why wouldn’t you be his huh?
  • Does he have to prove it to you?
  • He places his hands on your hips and you slap him
  • He rubs his face, having a dear-in-headlights look
  • “That was a bad idea.”
  • Fuck b y e
  • You were out of there faster than you can say ‘cheese’
  • The next few days were you hiding and trying to get away from Kaito
  • He’d be banging on your door, telling you in a sing-song manner that he knows you’re in there (Meant to be yours starts playing)
  • There’s nothing to be afraid of…he just wants to make sure that his star is safe!
  • He gets looks from the others, he ignores them
  • …but maybe he should’ve because next thing he knows Tenko and Gonta are both holding him down as Kaede is yelling about how scared he’s made you and how frightened you are
  • “It’s not menacing when I can see your panties at this angle.”
  • She’s about to retaliate but she’s cut off by a few screams, whipping her head around
  • Turing his head as best he could, he saw what she was looking at
  • You, more specifically, hanging from the ceiling  (wow much heather’s parallels) 
  • And he goes berserk
  • Yelling screaming, Kicking and punching
  • The shock from the new body had loosened the grip on him, he managed to wiggle out of Tenko and Gonta’s grasp
  • And now he’s punching and kicking everyone he can see, slamming Kaede into the wall
  • It takes multiple people to tie him down
  • He won’t stop screaming during the investigation, yelling curse words and how everyone should die
  • He has to be handcuffed during the class trial, glaring and refusing to help anyone
  • After the killer is found, he has to be tied up again, He’ll either hurt himself or someone else

Hoshi Ryoma:

  • Fuck oh god not this feeling
  • Love, fuck fuck fuckty hell
  • He hates it
  • Then again, he’s never really felt it before….
  • But that doesn’t change the fact that when you nervously approach him and great yourself he feels his heart strings playing a song
  • He grumbles an introduction, informing you of his not so wonderful past and suggests that you stay well away from him
  • Done done and dinner, that should have been the end
  • So when you appear at his door the next morning, asking him to teach you tennis he’s more that frustrated
  • Why can’t have nice things?
  • Because you push nice things away to protect them, he tells himself
  • … fair enough
  • He still complies, as to not disappoint you
  • The match went well, he taught you a few pointers and you seem to be better at playing it, regardless of how
  • And then you ask to do this again the next morning
  • He gulps, wanting to say no
  • “Yeah, sounds cool.”
  • Fucking Hell-
  • He tries to distance himself at first, not wanting you (or himself) to be closer…….
  • But as the practices go on he can’t help but love it, and love you
  • You didn’t think of him as horrible, you worried over him when he got hurt ( he slipped and scraped his knee), and you were just nice person for him to be around
  • He’s new to this whole ‘love’ thing, but he’s more than used to the feeling of jealousy
  • And as you talk with Korekiyo he feels it brewing inside him
  • You were so nice to him. Why don’t you pay attention to him
  • He’d start to make practices longer, he’d try and include himself in your other hobbies more
  • Art? He’d paint a picture (can’t guarantee if gonna be a Picasso) language? He’d read a book
  • Pretty soon he had the things you liked to do and your everyday routine off by heart
  • He would go to wherever you would go and set himself up before you came, so that it wouldn’t look suspicious
  • He feels the days fly by, observing you and your hobbies
  • But it wasn’t enough
  • He craved more
  • First it was a sweaty towel, next it was a scrap of paper, a lock of hair, a used fork, he even felt brave enough to go for your toothbrush
  • This…was normal…right? Lovers….give eachother gifts…but you aren’t his lover so…he has to just have little comforts of what could be a future
  • His feeling of wanting to be a part of your world only intensifies
  • Collecting things and objects hastily and getting more psychical with his practices
  • One day Angie was goofing off, the end result was you entangled in it
  • In that moment, he realizes what he wants
  • A bird
  • Birds are kept in cages, sure they can fly around your house but they are within arms distance, safe, you can pet them and feed them and they feel closer at home
  • He wants a bird
  • He thinks it over for a good week, before getting to work and calling you over to his room
  • He told you that there was a strange sound coming from the vent above his bed, he wanted to check it out but….his height and all…
  • He feels so bad when he lies to you but…in the end it’s for your own good
  • He watches as you stand on the stool, arms reaching out to fiddle with the grate of the vent
  • As you fiddle around with the vent, he’s gotten ready
  • You hear a click, and look down
  • What-
  • Why are your legs cuffed-
  • He pushes you to the side, arms flailing as you yelp and flop onto the bed
  • “Hoshi what are you-”
  • “I-I’m sorry.”
  • Another click and your hands are cuffed
  • Oh fuck
  • Ohfuckohfuckohfuck
  • You yell, thinking he’s going to kill you or something
  • The walls are soundproof, so he doesn’t need to worry about anyone hearing…
  • He drags your body onto the corner of a room, sitting you down on a plush pillow and re-tying your restraints so that you have arm and leg movement, but not too much
  • “I-I’ve gotten anything and everything you’ll need for the rest of your life. Pillows, food, water, entertainment of all kinds…”
  • True to his words, everything you could possible think of doing, puzzles, games, books, drawing, their all there
  • He feels his chest tighten as you gaze up at him with starry eyes “I-I’m sorry, I just can’t afford to lose you….I can’t afford for you to love someone other than me, I don’t want to think about what might happen if someone gets too close to you. I’d kill myself, I’d kill them, I-I don’t know…”
  • He cries as he hugs you
  • He can make you happy, he know he can…
  • You’ll be his, forever, he’ll be yours forever
  • This is love, right?
The Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn (1/?)

Takes place after the events of 12x12 “Stuck in the Middle With You”.

Castiel has been in love with Dean ever since he first laid a hand on him in Hell all those years ago. But finally, painfully, he realises Dean will never return his feelings and forces himself to move on. Dean misses the presence and attention of his angel, and comes to some realisations of his own.

***
Chapter 1/?

Castiel has known it all along, if he’s honest and admits it to himself. That Dean doesn’t harbour the same feelings for him that he does for the hunter. He still isn’t exactly proficient in the complexities of human communication, but this time he had been as plain as he was able to be, and still Dean had failed to respond to him. If telling his friend that he loved him in what they all thought were his last moments didn’t make Dean confess it back, then nothing ever would. For a fleeting moment, Castiel had tried to convince himself that it was because Sam and Mary were there, but that line of thought trailed off as he realised that if Dean was unable to admit his feelings in front of his family then it was unlikely they were particularly strong anyway.

Dean’s love for him is a platonic one, the kind you have for your brother or a parent. It isn’t the romantic, all-consuming love that Castiel suffered from and now the angel has his proof. He has spent years hoping, wondering, even sometimes convincing himself that he saw something reflected in Dean’s glittering green eyes, but now he has his answer - and as painful as it is, at least it’s something tangible.
Something final that he can cling onto, suffer through, and move past. But god, the suffering Cas is feeling now is staggering, incomparable; he feels like his heart is being torn from his chest, like his soul - if he had one - is shattering one piece at a time. He loves Dean more than he can admit, even to himself, and how he’s going to be able to be around him after that rejected confession is something Cas hasn’t got an answer for just yet.

And why the hell would Dean love the fallen angel? What is there to love about Castiel? He has lied to Dean, betrayed him, done unspeakable things in the name of God and heaven…Dean probably sees him now as damaged, jaded, something to take pity on. Wait…Is that why Dean keeps him around? He pities him?

That thought brings a fresh wave of agony, and Castiel leans forward to vomit again into the toilet bowl, collapsing back against the cool tiles when his stomach just can’t expel any more. He’s still coughing up black slime, his skin is still raw and burning, and his insides feel like someone is going at them with sandpaper. He had been OK for a while, on the journey home. Had felt almost normal. He had excused himself the moment they had got back to the bunker, first to his own bedroom then the bathroom when he realised how ill he truly felt, and has now been locked in solitude, alternating between vomiting and trying not to hyperventilate, for over an hour. His skin is wet with sweat, his clothing soaked, and he can’t stop shaking. He remembers when he last felt remotely ill, when his stolen grace was fading inside him, but this is another level entirely. He’s violently sick again, and trades sitting back against the wall for lying down on the bathroom floor, his overheated cheek against the cool tiles, and tries to hold in a fresh wave of tears. If Dean saw him now…

He hears a door slam from deep in the bunker, raised voices, but can’t find the energy to even sit up let alone go and see what’s happening. Sam and Dean are probably arguing, and Mary is probably trying to placate them. Castiel is more than familiar with their family dynamics now; his family dynamics he supposes, after the events of today. He truly does see himself as a part of their family - the words ‘Castiel Winchester’ run through his mind and he huffs out an almost delirious giggle at the thought - but the worry dragging gently at him is that Dean only said what he did because Castiel was dying. He tries to reason with himself, pain, discomfort and distress clouding his logic, and only comes to conclusions that cause him further pain and upset. He should really think about this stuff later, when he’s feeling better, when he’s had a chance to talk to Dean…
Fuck. He has to talk to Dean. He doesn’t have to mention what he said, when he feverishly confessed his love, but he’ll have to talk to the hunter at some point, he can’t just ignore him for the rest of his life. He could leave, he supposes, sitting up suddenly to spit more black bile out into the toilet and collapsing again with his head spinning - but isn’t that a cowardly thing to do? To leave, to run away? He doesn’t fucking know, all he knows is that he’s hurting, in every way possible, and he want it to just stop. A knock at the door draws him back to reality just enough for him to turn his head and focus as the bathroom door swings open.

“Cas? You OK? Oh God, Cas!”

Sam’s expression immediately drops to one of intense concern, and he kneels down beside the fallen angel, sliding his hands under Castiel’s shoulders and helping him to sit up. Cas slumps back against Sam, the back of his head hitting the bone of Sam’s shoulder with an unpleasant crack, and he tries to catch his breath.

“‘M fine, Sam. Just…taking longer than I thought…to get back to normal…”

“Cas, are you sure?” Sam’s voice is laced with worry. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No…” Cas knew he should feel embarrassed, lying collapsed in Sam’s arms the way he currently is, but he can’t find it in him to care. “Just need to wait it out…”

“Let me get you some water,” Sam manoeuvres Cas until he’s leaning against the wall; the angel lets his eyes fall shut and listens to the sound of a tap running, then Sam is pressing a perspiring glass of water into his feverish hands. “Try and drink it slowly.”

Castiel complies, feeling a little better with each sip. He supposes he’s dehydrated from all the vomiting - another pesky human affliction he will never be able to get used to. He wants to ask Sam how Dean is, but at the same time doesn’t want to open the door to any potentially awkward discussions, not in his current state. However, in true Castiel style, his brain doesn’t always have control over his mouth.

“How’s Dean?”

“Dean?” Sam seems surprised, but then the narrowing of his eyes makes Cas think he knows exactly what the angel means. “Dean’s fine. He was really worried about you; we all were. Are. You look dreadful, man.”

“You try getting stabbed with the Lance of Michael and see how you feel,” Cas gripes, dragging himself into a better sitting position and trying to wipe sweat from his brow with his even sweatier palm. “In fact no, don’t. I wouldn’t wish this affliction on any of you.”

“Not even Dean?” Sam teases lightly, sitting down against the opposite wall to keep Cas company for a while. “I’m sure he’s deserves it once or twice.”

“No…” Cas’ voice grows soft with contemplation. He isn’t in any mood to joke. “Especially not Dean.”
To his horror, his eyes fill with tears and he can’t react fast enough to wipe them away, and they spill unchecked down his cheeks. He scrubs at them savagely, eyes burning with embarrassment now as well as pain, and hopes Sam won’t say anything. That, of course, doesn’t go his way either.

Sam is silent for a while, alternating between watching the angel and playing with nonexistent fluff on his jeans. His next words cement the truth that Castiel already knew; any tiny glimmer of hope he still held onto is completely and irrevocably destroyed.

“I’m so sorry, Cas. We all thought he felt the same, we really did. I’ve thought for years that the two of you…you know, would end up together. I thought-”

“Don’t, Sam.” Cas’ voice breaks and another flood of tears stream down his cheeks. He drops his head, chin almost on his chest, and gives in to the grief. “Please. Don’t. I can't…I just can’t.”

He doesn’t care any more if Sam is watching him, if he’s in the room, or what he thinks of him. He doesn’t have the energy to fight any more, and the sobs that have been threatening him since they returned to the bunker now burst out of him and he’s powerless to control them. The glass of water splinters on the ground beside him and he drops his head into his hands; the tears start and they won’t stop. The angel cries for what feels like forever, barely feeling Sam’s arm come around his shoulders, barely hearing the empty words of comfort whispered into his ear; everything he thought his future would eventually be had been smashed to pieces in front of him, and Sam has confirmed it all. Dean doesn’t love him; he never has.

Minutes tick towards hours, and Castiel just can’t stop crying.

Holy Fuck

And now for the last part (well at least for a little while). Click the links if you haven’t been following along with this little mini smut filled series!

Another huge shout out to @atc74. Angelina, you are the best! Thanks for reading and once again, catching my errors!!

Holy Train, Not Soul Train (pt 1)

Holy Training  (pt 2)

Holy Treasure  (pt 3)

PAIRING: Reader x Dean, Sam, Cas

WARNING: NSFW GIFs, NSFW, foursome smut, triple penetration, anal, oral, oh whatever.. it’s just pure smut with more sorry story line!

WORD COUNT: 2027

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Imagine Being Sacred To The Clave

Part 3

For My Followers

The door to Victor Aldertrees is before you.

You’re about to go against everything you believe, but it’s for your family.

Holding your violently shaking hand up you knock twice.

He opens immediately and you walk in.

“(Y/N) it is amazing to see you!” he exclaims and embraces you. You feel wrong in his arms but you return the hug. It’s time to be charming.

“It is well to see you too,” you force out and pull from the hug. Victor gestures for you to sit so you plop down in a leather chair before his large desk. Victor sits down at his desk and you clear your throat.

“I’ve come to negotiate,” you say.

“I’ve figured, there is so other reason you would come to see me. So (Y/N) what do you want, but more importantly what are you willing to give?” he inquires and you swallow the growing lump in your throat.

“Lift the dead or alive order on Jace, allow Clary and Jocelyn Fairchild to leave when they please, let Downworlders back in, let me stay here for as long as I wish, take weight in my guidance, and overall just don’t be a jerk,” you demand somehow keeping your voice clear.

“In return?”

“In return I will do as the Clave wishes.” Victor gives a cunning smirk that makes you stomach twist. “Oh and this deal with the Clave happens on my terms. I’ll do what they ask but they will have to have my permission for every action they take after.”

“Deal.”

He slides an angel binding document across the desk, one he’s had prepared ever since the Clave discovered your powers.

“For my family,” you utter under your breath.

He hands you a pen and you sign.

Chris is going to be so angry.

“Thank you (Y/N) Branwell for your dedication to the Clave.”

~~~

Alec finds you exactly twelve hours later in his room crying.

You became especially close to Alec in your time at the Institute, he’s like a big brother to you.

~~~

“(Y/N) what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Aldertree lifted the dead or alive warrant on Jace! And he’s allowing Downworlders back in!” Alec exclaims happily.

“He also lifted the lockdown on Clary and Jocelyn and has decided he will listen to my guidance,” you add somberly and look up at Alec.

He understands what you did instantly.

Alec comes to sit next to you and you lean into him.

“Oh (Y/N) why?”

“I did it for you, for Jace, for Clary, for Izzy, for Magnus, and for Simon. Alec I did it for my family.”

Tears start running down your face as Alec wraps you in his arms.

“At least I’ll get to stay here with you,” you whisper. “I’ll be with my family.”

“And we’ll be here for you,” he promises.

In these next months you’ll need them.

~~~

Alec let you cry yourself to sleep and then he carried you to Chris.

Chris then sequestered you in your room.

~~~

When you wake up Chris is waiting. He’s cradling you and petting your hair.

“I know you’re probably angry,” you murmur.

“I am but not at you.”

“Chris you know what I did,” you state.

“What you did was the most selfless thing anyone could ever ask of you. Just tell me one thing (Y/N),” Chris utters.

“Ask away,” you say.

“Was it him?”

“Yes it was him and yes it will be his.”

“Oh-”

“Chris don’t, please don’t blame yourself for not keeping a closer eye on me. I chose to do this. Chris I just need you to stay with me.”

“I will, I vow to protect you until I die.”

Apologetic//Im Jaebum

Originally posted by morkeutuan

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Smutty smut 

Summary:Anonymous said:
could you please do morning sex? with im jaebum or like a situation where he was very rough in the night and he has to rectify the situation?!!! pls i love you writing ❤️❤️❤️

Author’s Note: Okay yes yes a thousand times yes i’m goING TO BUST MY METAPHORICAL NUT WRITING THIS GOTTA GO

xoxo Sara


You felt his arms around you when you awoke from your slumber, his tight grip pulling you closer to his chest, if that’s even possible. You were still uneasy from the night before; a fight with Jaebum causing you to wedge a mountain of pillows between you as you slept, a mountain he seemed to tear down in his sleep to find you and pull you into his arms.

He was rough with you last night. Too rough for your liking. He was yelling and screaming to the amounts of stress that he has been feeling, this comeback bigger than any other comeback so far, and he was taking it out on you. You allowed him, not taking everything to heart as you knew he would soon make up for it, cooking you breakfast, running you a hot bath maybe, but it still made you feel a bit uneasy.

You felt him stir in his sleep, a soft groan escaping from his mouth as the light that peeked through the windows sunk into his eyes. He didn’t want to move, though, afraid that if he let go of you, that you would leave.

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