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Although this a blog for yandere literature, please be mindful that the content may contain triggers.

Furthermore, these stories/headcanons are for entertainment purposes only. The behavior depicted here is not unhealthy and should not be encouraged.

If you wish to read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events, here is the link to my other blog, @an-idyllic-novelist

Before you send requests or asks, please take a look at the rules listed here.

If what you are looking for is not here, please navigate to the secondary masterlist, which the link to it shall be here.

For everyone else, welcome~!

Manhwa

The broken ring, this marriage will fail anyway

yandere!carcel escalante with ines!reader scenario

I’m a villainess but I became a mother

Pink Venom [yandere!calix x loure!reader]

Father I don’t want to get married

I’m not seducing the female lead’s obsessive father! [yandere!regis floyen x agent!reader]

[completed]

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

yandere!maximillian kasin ashet with fem!reader! headcanons

yandere!regis adri floyen with fem!reader headcanons

Who made me a princess

yandere!athanasia de alger obelia with fem!reader headcanons

Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

yandere!kim dokja with gender-neutral!reader headcanons

Manga

Lady K and The Sick Man

The Sick Man’s Sunny Neighbor [soft yandere!yuushi totsumoto with fem!reader mini series [on hiatus]

part one

part two

part three

The dark history of the reincarnated villainess

It Appears That I Have Been Reincarnated as a Draconic Villainess in a Self-Indulgent Fic! [on hiatus]

[ poly!yanderes x Iana magnolia!reader]

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

Record of Ragnarök

yandere!thor headcanons with fem!kokushibo!reader

yandere!poseidon headcanons with fem!kokushibo!reader

yandere!loki with fem!kokushibo!reader [request]

yandere!Jack the ripper with fem!tanjiro!reader

part one

part two

yandere!poseidon with muichiro!fem!reader [request]

yandere!poseidon with shinobu!reader headcanons

platonic!yandere!shiva with nezuko!reader headcanons

yandere!aphrodite with muichiro!fem!reader headcanons

yandere!apollo with fem!giyuu!reader scenario

yandere!beezlebub with makima!reader headcanons

Chainsaw Man

False Garden of Eden [csm!various x stoic!reader]

Anime

Mononoke

yandere!kusuriuri with chise!reader headcanons

[completed]

part one

part two

part three

Bastard!! Heavy Metal, Dark Fantasy!

Yandere!Dark Schneider with Shinobu!reader headcanons

The Case Study of Vanitas

Tanz des Todes [yandere!Vanitas with gender neutral! Addams! reader] [completed]

part one

part two

Danmei

Scum Villian’s Self-Saving System

yandere!luo binghe with shixiong!male!reader headcanons

The White Husky and His Pet Cat Shizun

yandere!merman!chu wanning with male!researcher!reader scenario

Web Series

The Amazing Digital Circus

yandere!Jax with gender neutral!magician!reader headcanons

yandere!Ragatha with gender neutral! rabbit plush! reader headcanons

yandere!Jax who is touch-starved for gender-neutral!reader scenario

Hazbin Hotel

yandere!Alastor with gender neutral!tinkerer!reader headcanons

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario

yandere!Vox with fem!reader scenario

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader Valentine’s Day scenario

platonic yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario [on hiatus]

[1] [2] [3] [4]

Cursed Cat!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader [ask]

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario: jealousy

Original Works

Masterlist

Hey! I just saw your writings on dr.stone! And I really love them so much!!!! We really need more people contributing towards our science boi!😔

And if you don't mind, can I make a small request...? don't mind if you don't wanna tho but I really love to read more of your writings!💕

I just have this real crazy idea so it's up to you if you wanna do it or not xD

Could you make Senku x reader angst to fluff, where Senku and reader had an accidental one night stand (in stone age) and the reader gets pregnant, but here's the catch. The reader isn't his friends or one from the Ishigami village, but someone really random, just like a stranger on a one night stand (lol) but the reader is known for their helpful and kind nature, though they aren't very intelligent like Senku they help around with Ruri and Yuzuriha sometimes so they know about her, not any other characters.

The reader can be a female or gender neutral I don't mind anything.

So yea.. how will Senku react in this situation? I really wanna know, like will he snap at the reader? Or somthing else, I don't know I'll leave that to your imagination!

And, thank you so much for taking your time and reading this!💕💕💕

senku x Pregnant!reader

Requested by : @blue-sapphire-ink

warnings: AFAB reader, one night stand, pregnancy talk and morning sickness.

Senku is a naturally curious person, so it wasn’t out of character for Senku to start asking questions about you when he noticed a non villager helping Ruri and Yuzuriha.

Turns out that Yuzuriha found you whilst gathering supplies and told Ruri about you, to which you made another friend :)

The span between meeting you and the one night stand was, in all honesty, a blur of colors and emotions, which led to the desperate touches and quick, thoughtless choices.

Outside of the village was a small campsite, and there you were staring at the vomit that had just forced its way out of you. The sun fried your tired, trembling body and for a moment you felt like you would die.

But the next day, and for about a week after, you still vomited.

Yuzuriha and Ruri commented that you seemed to be glowing, your morning sickness and then when your period didn’t come on schedule was when it became obvious what was happening.

you knew it was time to see senku.

But how could you? You knew his feelings on relationships, that one night stand had obviously been for a science experiment or SOMETHING! why did you have to be pregnant? The stress was eating away at you, and self conscious of the baby growing inside you and the effect stress had on it, you crumbled.

Sitting down with Yuzuriha and Ruri under a tree near the village, you clutched your abdomen and hoped for things to go well.

“I need to tell you guys something…” you finally push yourself to say, the bubble in your throat tightening when they looked at you, their full attention turned to you.

“I- this is hard to say,” you laughed anxiously to yourself, “I, um, I’m pregnant.”

“WHAT!” the girls yelped in surprise.

“Who is it?”

“When did you find out?”

“How far along?”

They continued asking questions until you grabbed their hands, and they cut themselves off.

“I found out a few days ago. Im probably about a month in and…” you paused.

“Y/N, who is the father?” Ruri asked, her hands holding yours in a comforting way. Yuzuriha gave you a hug as the tears formed in your eyes, blurring your vision like water being poured over paper, ink smearing and blotchy.

“I-“

It was too much, the emotions built up,the pain and regret tearing you apart. You had to tell them. you had to tell him. you needed support or you would fall and never reach the ground.

You mustered up the strength as you cried in Yuzuriha’s arms. it was a jumbled mess at first, but you told them.

“It’s Senku’s”

The silence was deafening until Ruri removed her hands from yours and wrapped them around you and Yuzuriha.

“I swear that if he’s an idiot about this, I’ll kill him” Yuzuriha promised.

Ruri agreed, and while it didn’t feel like you were totally drowning, you still had to tell Senku.

‘It was a one night stand, he didn’t love you, ya know that?’ the thought kept coming up for air, but you had to push it down.

“When do you wanna tell him?” Yuzuriha asked.

“I’m thinking about tonight, make it now that i know i can do it and not think about it.”

A plan was sorted out, and it was only a few hours before your life would go downhill.

When night fell, you went over to chromes tower, and called out for senku. “Who am I to you? Rapunzel?” he jokingly asked as he climbed down the ladder.

When he reached the ground and noticed your crying eyes and tear stained cheeks, his quiet chuckles died in his throat.

“ Y/N? whats wrong?” he asked as you grabbed his arm and pulled him away from potential ears. This is going to be between you and him. and when he says that he cant do it, you’ll quietly leave and do whatever you can to raise your child without him in their life.

“Y/N, come on, tell me whats bothering you” he asked quietly as your feet stopped moving and your hand loosened.

It was no time like the present, and so you turned around and, for maybe the last time, allowed yourself to be surrounded by the red in his eyes.

Some part of you hoped that your child had his eyes, so that you never forgot them and how they made you fell, but another part hoped not.

“I need to be honest with you, and i know how you feel about this, but it’s your right to know.” Tears started pouring again. It had to be now.

“Hey, it’s ok, tell me and i’ll do anything to help you-“

“I’m pregnant.” you cut him off, the words glad to be out and for a moment, you felt peace.

until you remembered the feeling of his hands in yours and that he was right there.

“I-“

“Please don’t hate me! You don’t have to be a father, i’ll go far away so you can focus on science and rebuilding civilization, you just needed to know and I’m so sorry. I know it was a one night stand and that you don’t love me, but honestly…” you paused and gripped his hand till he was almost in pain.

“I’m so scared, Senku.”

Your eyes stayed on the ground, waiting for Senku’s touch to leave you, for his feet to move and him to leave you. was it possible to fall further than before? To sink lower then you already were?

“Oh Y/N,” he said as he gave you a hug, something he didn’t do often.

“I’m right here, don’t worry.”

You cried on his shoulder, felt his hands on your back and yours clutching him.

“I’m gonna stay, we’ll raise them together. I’ll teach them science and you can teach them (Hobby) and when your craving something, i’ll make it as best as i can in the stone world. I’ll find something to make it painless, I’ll build and do anything for you and our kid.” The relief clouded your mind as you heard Senku promise and ramble.

Everything would be ok.

He reached for your stomach, knowing that a little but of him was growing inside, and in a few months would join this world.

“I’ll survive this pregnancy, and they will too” you promised Senku.

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜ with isagi and any kink !!!!!!

☆༉ — YOICHI ISAGI: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ i’m sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.❜

extension. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. public humiliation, free-use, voyeurism + fem!reader, nsfw.

things to note. RAAA !!! luna im sorry this is so late but i was excited to do this one pls enjoy i missed isagi saur much !!!! <3

your boyfriend, isagi, is sometimes prone to selfish tendencies.

being the japanese football league’s diamond in the rough and all-star player has meant that all the best and softest parts of him have become more rigged and hard around the edges. he takes what he can get, even if it means leaving other people behind — you have to be selfish to be at the top, it’s something that you understand. 

your boyfriend is never selfish when it comes to making you feel good. 

if yoichi can help it, he has you creaming on his tongue, fingers or cock at least twice a day when his games are at home. it’s almost double on the days that you visit him while he plays away or accompany him to tournaments. he can’t keep his hands off you, can’t stop himself from needing you or claiming you — his good luck charm. especially after he wins a match, even more so if he loses one. come rain or shine, isagi is selfish with how he teases and uses your body…even in front of his friends and fellow teammates.

“y-yo…yoichi s-stop!” you gasp, face hot and voice strained.

“stop? oh i don’t think so,” isagi growls, speeding up his skilled fingers as they dance over your slit and press his name into your clit. “i don’t think you want me to stop, precious. whatever happened to ‘yes, yoichi.’ ‘whenever you want, yoichi.’, hm?”

choking on your own words, the spit that weighs down your tongue as you drool dumbly from the pleasure — you relax back into your boyfriend, fluttering around the circumference of his leaky cock as it breaches your tight, wet walls. “good girl, relax for me. let me fuck that princess hole open, hm?” he kisses the side of your face, peering down between your soiled shaky thighs to watch the way you selfishly suck him in, your cunt dribbling slick down his shaft and balls. “i love you. so fucking much.” 

isagi’s hands slip up your shirt, exposing your perky nipples, all hard for him, to the rest of the van to see. his teammates, your friends. as far as locker room talk goes, all of the blue lock boys know that you and yoichi have a particularly wild and active sex life — but they’ve never been around to see it. except for bachira, and sometimes rin. 

from across the van you can see ten sets of eyes watching you as if you’re a fountain of cold water isn’t he middle of a scorching desert — a sweet mirage for them to drink in as if they’re dying of thirst. kunigami respectfully looks out of the window when he catches your teary bambi gaze, though he does nothing to conceal the fat erection he’s sporting. nagi writhes in his seat with pink cheeks and parted lips, the front of his joggers already soiled by his leaking cock. and if you squint hard enough, you can see the way that bachira already fists his painfully hard dick to the rhythm of isagi’s shallow thrusts. 

shame intertwines with the lust that simmers in your lower tummy, coursing through your veins and spreading like a cloud over the thoughts in your brain. you like this, you like being watched while your boyfriend ravages you in front of his friends, cream frothing at the base of his shaft as it twitches inside of you.

you’d be absolutely miserable right now if you weren’t getting fucked a million ways to cloud nine — isagi’s hand on your blistering hot mound, spreading your folds and exposing your budding clit to the cold world and cruel stares. “‘ichi,’” you whimper pathetically despite bucking your hips down on him, chasing the delicious burn of his girth stretching out your sloppy walls as his cockhead glides over your g-spot. “i-ichi please…’m embarrassed… they’re watching!”

“what’s that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.” he seethes, teeth sinking into your earlobe as he forces you to listen to the salacious, sticky sounds your pussy makes as he fucks himself into you. “listen to her cryin’ for me, you’re tellin’ me you want me to stop?” you can only imagine how long isagi would keep you on the edge of orgasm if you said yes. 

when he was like this, fuelled by his excitement for the next match — he would get mean, toy with you like a cat with a ball of yarn. he twists his fingers along your sensitive clit you, winds you up from the inside and you let him. “you’re so naughty, baby. letting them look, pretty girl. you want them to see what they can’t have. what winners get when they play right.” 

gasping, your head falls against isagi’s shoulder — followed by his breathy chuckle. his hands cascade along your body, pinching and pulling, tracing your dips and curves and scars. he might be selfish enough to take you in front of the people who know you more innocently, but he’ll still prioritise your orgasm over his own. he knows just what makes you tick, how to get your pretty hole spluttering and clenching around his thick dick like there’s no tomorrow. 

“you gonna cum for me, baby?” yoichi breathes hotly, his sticky fingers, the ones coated in your juices, coming up to grab your neck tenderly — guiding your gaze up to meet his feverish midnight blue stare. his cherry bitten lips slip into a soft smirk while he languidly rolls his hips into you — feeling your arousal slide down your slit, his balls and even between your cheeks to create a slick slapping sound with the intensity of his thrusts. “go ahead, you’re such a good girl. wanna see it, make me proud, ‘kay?”

that’s all you really need to hear before your vision starts to shake and your body siezes up all at once. feathery and high pitched moans bubble up on your wet lips, your hand tangling in isagi’s sweaty dark locks while he rocks into you through your high — your juices splash out against the seat in a never ending stream — only fuelled by the team’s grunts and accompanying moans from watching you cum.

“yoichi…” you whine, back arching away from his chest and hips lifting away from his.

his lips drop to your neck in a loving and reassuring kiss as his hands settle on your waist to pull you back down onto his aching cock. “so good, precious.” he goads condescendingly. “‘m right behind you, keep that orgasm going for me.” 

it’s not long before your fluttering cunt is flooded with a pool of thick, white seed — tacky and warm against your ribbed walls. isagi muffles himself by biting down on your salt-licked flesh, panting happily against you as whe rubs approving circles into your hips. 

a silence in the van follows, only interjected by the bother boys and their own highs. “s-she just lets you use her like that?” kunigami mumbles, red in the face and embarrassed by the fact that he just nutted to his best friend’s girl. 

isagi wraps his arms around you, soothing your fatigue with sweet kisses. “i mean yeah, we talked about. it’s something she likes.” he squeezes you possesively as you drift off. “we both do.” 

“lucky,” bachira grins sickly, tucking his own wet dick away. “when do we get a turn, isagi?” 

“when you’re dead.” your boyfriend retorts, selfishly, which makes you smile sleepily into his chest. “she’s mine, and will only ever be mine.” 

sometimes your boyfriend can be selfish — but you’re mostly grateful for it because it means your chest fills with love and warmth whenever he’s possessive over you. 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

Manjiro Sano x Little Sister!Reader - Part 2

Here's the part two hee

~ 12 years later ~

" MIKEY!! Come back here!! "

Sounds of laughter rang throughout the whole house along with the wailings and cry of an infant.

" Wait Emma! " Mikey tries running away from his sister, hitting Takemichy's head in the process.

" Ow! Mikey kun! "

" Oh? It's starting again " Mitsuya said amusingly

" Ahahaha damn Mikey! "

" Quit laughing and do something Kenchin! "

" Stop running away and come back here Mikey!! " Emma shouted who's armed with a frying pan and ready to hit his brother with it.

" I didn't mean to wake your baby! I swear Emma! "

" Shut up, I already warn you to be quiet yet you didn't listen!! "

Draken who finally had enough of today's shenanigan stand up and stop Emma from who still didn't give up on running after his Bestfriend.

" C'mon stop that already, our son is still crying, let's just put him in bed again " Draken tries to reason with his wife, Emma just huffed and went to their sons bedroom.

" Wooh I'm saved "

" Almost not Mikey Kun

"Shut up Takemitchy" Mikey put his shoes on and went outside

" Where are you going? " Mitsuya asked

" Somewhere, maybe visit Shinichiro to his shop? "

Mikey ventures the road with his precious CB250T when he decided to buy some snacks before he visit. Mikey park his motorcycle infront of a convinient store to buy some dorayaki to eat.

While starting the engine of his CB250T, Mikey heard some inaudible whimper near the alleyway across the convinient store, and being the curious guy he is, he went to the place where he heard the sound and found a small silhouette of a person

Mikey walk his way to the mysterious person only to find a small little girl, maybe the age of 8 or 9 err whatever...

"Hey, where's your parents? What are you doing in this kind of place? Don't you know it's too dangerous?" Mikey said while crouching down to face the little girl. He notice the she has short h/c hair and big doe e/c eyes.

'Just like her...' Mikey thought. He also noticed the girl's tattered clothes and skinny stature.

" I don't have a parents...only I have a brother but...he's dead...I only rely on myself... " She sadly answered.

Mikey only stared blankly at the girl, thinking how she able to survived on her own despite of her being young and all.

" Say, do you want to come with me? "

" My brother said that I shouldn't talk and come with a stranger "

" Well, you already talk to me, and as for being a stranger... My name's Manjiro, you can call me Mikey nii san from now on " Mikey point proudly to himself.

The girl can only stare at him, hesitation can be seen swimming her e/c eyes. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you" Mikey says while smiling genuinely, his sincerity is literally oozing out of his body that cause the young girl to cling and accept his outstretched hand.

" So...What's your name again? You already know mine but I still don't know yours " Mikey asked while the both of them are walking their way to his CB250T

" Y/n "

" What? "

Mikey suddenly stop walking that cause y/n to bump into him.

" What's wrong? Mikey nii chan? " Y/n cutely asked the older male.

" Did you say Y/n? "

" Hmm! " Y/n nodded

Mikey stared at the young girl sadly, 'they also had the same name, now that I think about it, I already look everywhere yet I can't still find her, my sister... She suddenly disappeared without any traces... Does all those things that happened really a dream??

But this girl is...

.

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' Let Mikey nii have his happiness, just give all his sufferings to me, I can endure it all '

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.

.

'what the hell was that voice?' Mikey thought to himself while massaging his temple

" Mikey nii? " Mikey perk up and stare at the girl. He don't know what's really happening right now, he doesn't know why y/n, his sister suddenly disappeared right after he wakes up from that terrible nightmare, or is that really a nightmare? He doesn't know why he's the only one who can remembers her? And most of all, he doesn't know why this little girl besides him has the same name as y/n.

He didn't want to think of all that anymore, I mean, does he have the ability to decipher the mystery that is currently happening right now? No, Manjiro hates thinking about complicated things, nor he has the ability to.

The only thing matter is right now, the God above probably gives him a second chance to maybe not change everything but to make it up for all his mistakes. He didn't able to be a good brother for his late sister, y/n but he can to this little girl besides him.

" Mikey nii chan? Are we going to ride this " y/n suddenly asked while pointing to his precious motorcycle. The older male sat down to his CB350T and made y/n sat infront of him for safety.

" Obviously were gonna ride this! This is the best bike around here you know " Mikey boast while starting the engine. Y/n only giggled because of excitement and a little bit of fear, this is her first time riding a bike after all.

" Hold on tight kay? We're going to Shinichiro! He's also going to become you another brother! Aight? "

" Hmm! Is he kind? "

" Yeah he is, I'm sure he'll like you, after all he likes the other y/n the most " Mikey said while muttering the last part.

' Now that I think about it, maybe this girl is really y/n but in chibi form '

Mikey smirk at the thought and drive down the road with the night sky filled with glittering stars and the bright light of the moon guiding them to their main destination.

Ehem!! So yeah, I made a part two because the others are asking for it and I want to give an apology for it being late and all. Ehehe, hope you enjoy this !

Masterlist

My second attempt at a masterlist, maybe it will work this time. Many are gender neutral, but a lot are Fem! Reader. Male reader can be requested, as can any other reader.

NARUTO KINKSGIVING LIST

Dr Stone:

Tsukasa Shishio:

Tsukasa x reader NSFW

Dating HCs (ft. Senku)

Tsukasa x Reader x Ryusui Poly HCS

Tsukasa x Reader x Senku (not poly, more like competition love triangle)

Taiju Oki:

Taiju NSFW imagine

Senku Ishigami:

Dating HCs (ft. Tsukasa)

Getting Hard While Cuddling

Lovesick Senku x reader on the Perseus NSFW

Senku with Non-binary reader who doesn’t care about pronouns

Doggy Style NSFW (two parts in one: one for AFAB one for AMAB)

Senku x reader x Tsukasa (not poly, more like love triangle)

Senku x GN! Reader NSFW and SFW HCs

Blowjob HCs

Senku with chubby reader who’s insecure

Wedding Day NSFW

Senku x reader X Gen poly NSFW

Gen Asagiri:

Gen x reader x Senku poly NSFW

Ukyo Saionji:

Ukyo x Wife! Reader NSFW Imagine

Ukyo x Wife! Reader NSFW HCs

Ryusui Nanami:

“I desire you right now” NSFW

Yu Yu Hakusho:

YYH Gang:

This includes possible characters like Shizuru, Botan, Yusuke, Hiei, Kurama, Kuwabara, Keiko, Koenma, etc…

YYH gang at Pride Event/Parade

My Personal Sexuality and Gender HCs

YYH gang with a closeted Non-binary S/O

Main Four Escape Room HCs

Main Four + Koenma face planting is S/O’s boobs

Main four: S/O has a plushy of them

YYH girls SFW and NSFW HCs

Yusuke Urameshi:

Yusuke x Reader x Hiei poly HCs

Secret Relationship SFW+NSFW HCs and Scenario

Hiei Jaganshi:

Hiei x reader x Yusuke poly HCs

Hiei’s Crush kisses him in front of everybody

Hiei (ft. Kurama) NSFW HCs

Hiei with a Non-Fighter S/O who has to fight in the dark tournament

Hiei secret relationship HCs and Scenario (ft. Kurama) SFW and NSFW

Dating Headcannons SFW and NSFW

Poly Hiei and Kurama with a tall S/O

Hiei tells Yukina he’s her brother

Poly Hiei and Kurama on S/O’s birthday

Kurama:

Kurama with an S/O who’s been kidnapped

Kurama (ft. Hiei) NSFW HCs

Kidnapped Ice Maiden S/O

Eating out his S/O

Mommy Kink and Pegging him

Wife treats his wounds

Kurama secret relationship HCs and Scenario (ft. Hiei) SFW and NSFW

Wife on Team Urameshi NSFW

S/O who gets mistaken for a guy often

Poly Hiei and Kurama with a tall S/O

Poly Hiei and Kurama on S/O’s birthday

Kuwabara:

Relationship HCs

Short dating drabble

Jin the Wind master:

Jin x reader x Touya NSFW

Touya the Ice master:

Toya x reader x Jin NSFW

Koenma:

SFW and NSFW HCs

Naruto:

Naruto Uzumaki:

Confessing to his crush

Sakura Haruno:

NSFW imagine with Fem! Reader

Kiba Inuzuka:

How he would initiate sex

Kiba W/ S/O who reveals they’re preg w/ twins

Somebody flirts with S/O

Rock Lee:

Morning Cuddles

Mysterious Reader Visits Lee in the hospital

Angst to Spice (slight NSFW at end)

General Relationship HCs (ft. Choji)

Kinktober Day One: Mommy Kink

Neji Hyuga:

SFW and NSFW HCs

Kinktober Day Two— Hard Dom

Choji Akimichi:

S/O spoiling him with their cooking

Mutual Pining

Starting a family with his S/O NSFW

General Relationship HCs (ft. Rock Lee)

NSFW HCs

Orochimaru:

Family Game Night HCs

General Relationship HCs

SFW and NSFW Scenarios (2 in 1)

Might Guy:

Relationship HCs

Shikamaru Nara:

SFW and NSFW HCs

Hunter x Hunter:

Several Characters:

Random School AU HCs

Kurapika Kurta:

Working for Mafia Boss!fem!Reader

Ging Freecss:

Secret Relationship SFW and NSFW HCs + Scenario

Demon Slayer:

Tanjiro Kamado:

S/O who time travels

Shinobu Kocho:

S/O can change their body parts at will NSFW

Black Butler:

Sebastian:

NSFW and SFW HCs

Sailor Moon:

Usagi Tsukino:

General shopping + separate relationship HCs

Ouran Host Club:

Halloween with the hosts (includes Haruhi) HCs

So.... Uh...... (;-_-)

Can you write a fic about yandere five where the reader is actually really in love with him but..... One day they do something but only to make sure that he is safe but five assumes that they were trying to escape..

This leads to a fight where five physically and verbally hurts reader and that kinda broke the reader....... Stockholm Syndrome really mentally fucked them up and now that five is angry at them and hates them and starts to ignore them, they start to feel like life is meaningless...... And just miserable in general.

What would five do when he finds out that he assumed wrongly and punished the reader for no reason?

Would reader recover?

You don't have to write this if you don't want to. 😔

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i couldn't resist this one...THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST <333

warnings: yandere content, torture, abuse, starvation, suicidal thoughts, asshole five, abusive five, drinking, cheating, apathetic reader (in the end), swearing

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when the light flicked green

You could see the car burning from the academy window, whatever villain he was facing wreaking havoc right outside.

He’s not okay. He’s not going to be okay. You need to make sure he’s okay.

He’d kill you if you did, though. But maybe, you thought, just maybe he’d appreciate it. Maybe he’d finally see how much you loved him, how much you cared.

With that, you threw on the first pair of shoes you could find, along with a sweatshirt. Sprinting toward the door, you attempted to open it, finding it locked.

“Shit, Five, why do you have to be so difficult?” you asked no one in particular, the air being your only companion at the moment. Looking around more frantically as you heard another scream come from the streets, you tried to find another exit. The window.

The window, the window, the window.

Speeding over to it, you fiddled with the lock. While you were doing that, you caught a glimpse of the ground, expecting to see a land of chaos, your boyfriend- or whatever he was- on the ground bleeding. But it was relatively clear. The lock was undone.

“What are you doing?” he hissed behind you. Turning around, jumping at the sudden noise, you faced him. You thought your eyes would be greeted with Five’s normally nonchalant form, but he was tenser, almost shaking from something you haven’t seen from him.

You smiled, only seeming to make him shake more. “I was trying to find you.”

“Bullshit.”

You paused, furrowing your brows. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t bullshit me. You’re only making this worse.”

“Making what worse? I didn’t do anything.”

~*~

You were in a room you didn’t even know existed; naked, cold, hungry, battered, bruised. You still didn’t know what you did.

Was it leaving your sneakers by the door? Was it the little stain you’d left on the towel accidentally when you had food on your fingers? You didn’t think those were a big deal, but apparently he did.

You would take that note for next time.

“Up,” he shouted from the top of the stairs. “Come on; I don’t have all day, now do I?”

Quickly, you got up, awaiting his arrival, but the look of disgust on his face made you want to shrink back into yourself. He threw a large, ripped t-shirt down to you. “Get dressed. I don’t want to see that.”

It wasn’t “I don’t need to see that,” or something else. He didn’t want to see you. He thought you were something disgusting, something to scrape off the bottom of his shoe.

“Come on. You have a long day ahead of you.”

~*~

You came out of that long day sporting at least eight new bruises.

You wiped the blood from your face with the raggedy t-shirt he’d left you with, wishing you a good night’s sleep as you had more to do the next day.

“You want to leave here?” he’d asked you. Even as you shook your head, begging him to tell you what you did wrong, he shushed you with a slap across the face. “Shut up; I don’t want to hear your pathetic whining. You want to leave? Huh? You’re helpless on your own, Sweetheart.” You used to love the nickname. Now it just gave you a deep gash that wasn’t physical. “You can’t do shit. And to show you that, I have a very specific list of things you’re going to do. Failure to complete the task will result in punishment.”

As if you weren’t already being punished by him, and if you weren’t being punished, you were being ignored. You didn’t know which was worse.

“Please, Five, you gotta listen. I didn’t do anything. I don’t know what I did. Was it the shoes? Was it the stain on the towel? I’m sorry; really, I am-”

“Shut up,” he would growl, taking another sip from the bottle that always seemed to be in his hand now.

You were locked in the basement for four days after that. No word from him; only his bruises lingering behind.

Poking and prodding at them, you began to feel a sense of comfort. It was as if he was there.

But now… now you didn’t really know if you wanted him, after all that he’d done, after what sick things he would do next.

You didn’t want him anymore.

~*~

It was routine now; you’d wake up, you’d make him breakfast. If anything was burned, you’d be beaten; once you were burned with the leftover grease. Then, you’d clean the bedroom from the night before. Sometimes there was another woman in there, the sheets stained with unnamable things. Other times, it was just bottles of whatever he’d gotten into. Then, you’d complete a list of tasks he’d compile for you. Then, no matter what you seemed to do, you’d get beaten again. There was always a mistake with you. Afterward, you’d make him dinner. You’d sit on the floor and watch him eat it. 

You would usually walk away with nothing; sometimes bread was chucked down the stairs. If he was feeling generous he’d drop it on the floor in front of you instead of chucking at your face.

Afterward, you’d go to sleep, ready to repeat it the next day.

You’d begun to feel nothing. You’d begun to break away from whatever love that was there for him, but with that, you broke away from everything that you had left. Anger, sadness. You stopped crying a month ago.

Then it happened. The first shots. You screamed.

You didn’t want to scream his name; but what choice did you have? The academy was long abandoned.

“It’s just a little more private, darling,” he’d told you one night, kissing your forehead. By that time, you were just falling in love with the man. “I’ll let you see people again, trust me, I will. But for now, we can just be together for a while.”

“Five!” you shouted. “Five, get me out of here!”

The door broke down, two men on the other side of it.

One had a smug expression on his face. “Well what do we have here, Evan? He has a girl? This should be good.”

~*~

You were well-prepared for what you faced there. Maybe you should’ve been thankful for what Five put you through. It toughened you up, you supposed.

Numbness is what you instilled within yourself. And numbness is most likely what you’d be feeling for a long time coming.

~*~

He’d torn the academy apart.

“Where have you gone, you little piece of shit?!” he shouted. A part of him mourned. A part of him wanted to grin.

You were getting what you deserved. Then, you’d be taken care of just as you should’ve before. Maybe in another year or two. For now, things would just have to be like this.

But what if they’re not lying?

No. You were lying. There was no way that you weren’t, no possible universe where you weren’t lying, or where you weren’t a traitor.

He approached the basement door again, this time noticing something strange.

There weren’t bullet holes in the walls when he had left.

He turned around to find a note on the table written in what could be the most disgustingly curly handwriting he’d seen. 

She’s with me. Come and get her if you want her.

~*~

“I’m sorry you had to travel all this way, Five,” the tall woman said. She seemed taller when he was in his younger body, even in his old body. But now that he’d gotten the nourishment he so desperately needed in the apocalypse, he grew (quite literally) to his full potential and towered over the woman.

“Where are they?”

“Well let’s not be too hasty, Number Five,” she said with something akin to a smirk. But it was a smile at the same time. He hated that about the Handler. She was always unpredictable. “We have a lot to talk about.”

“Like what?”

“Like you stopping the apocalypse and going against your business.”

“I saved billions of lives. You can’t blame me for wanting to do that.”

“Yet you’re hurting the one you saved?”

“They deserved it.”

“Did they? Or are you deluding yourself?”

“I’m not deluding myself; this isn’t a fantasy. They lied to me; they tried to leave-”

“Or did they? There’s proof that says otherwise, Number Five. The facts are there.”

A TV was rolled into the room along with a tape. Your face flashed onto the screen, more abused than he had left it, making his heart sink into the pit of his stomach.

He was the only one allowed to do that. And the only reason he ever thought about it was because you deserved it; you were the liar, you were the traitor.

You were hooked up to what he realized was a lie detector.

“Now, would you like to tell me the time and date?” the commission employee asked.

“I have no idea.”

The light flicked green.

“Good. You’re off to a good start.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

The agent ignored that. “You dated one Mr. Five Hargreeves of the Umbrella Academy?”

“Yes, that would be correct.”

The light turned green.

“And I see you tried to leave this man?”

You rolled your eyes; he leaned forward. 

Please say yes.

“No. I was trying to make sure his ass was alright in that weird fight he got into that day. I was scared; I loved him; I needed to make sure he was alright.”

Be red.

The light flicked green.

He fell back into his chair, holding himself together by a thread.

“Well, Five-”

“Why did you show me this? Why would you ever-”

“I thought you would appreciate the truth, Number Five. We have her right here; you’ve already given us everything we need. Hurting her was more than enough,” the woman smiled at him. He wanted to tear her mouth off of her face.

~*~

You woke up in a comfortable room, bright white lights above you.

“Don’t move, baby, you’re okay.”

Was that Five? Was that him? 

You flinched away from the voice.

“Calm down, Honey, nothing will happen to you ever again, I swear it.” So it was Five. And turns out, the whole thing wasn’t a nightmare. You felt a thumb running over the skin of your hand. You looked at it for a long while.

“Do you need anything? You’re incredibly malnourished; you’re going to need some food soon.”

“I don’t want your food,” you croaked; clearly, your voice hadn’t been used in a long time. “I want your mercy. Stop playing nice and end it. Just do it. I’m a liar. I’m a bitch. I’m a monster. Just take the final shot. Don’t draw it out; I’m done with the shit.”

His eyes widened. You didn’t know why they did. Maybe he wasn’t expecting you to ask for it so soon. Maybe he didn’t realize just how pathetic you were, how right he was in those moments.

“I’m waiting, Mr. Hargreeves. Let’s get the show on the road.”

He shook his head quickly, placing a hand on your forehead, slicking your hair back from your face. “No, Baby, I’m not going to do that. You can’t- I didn’t. You weren’t lying. And don’t you dare say those things ever again.”

“Or what?” you laughed, closing your eyes, and throwing your head back on the pillow. That was something you had missed dearly. Pillows. Too bad they were probably going to be taken from you in a matter of minutes. You had to enjoy things while they lasted, you supposed. “You’re going to hurt me? You’re going to starve me until I’m sobbing and rolling around on the ground in pain? Sorry, but I don’t think that’s anything new, buddy.”

He continued to stroke your hair back from your face, beginning to tear up slightly.

That was new.

That was fake.

This was a new game.

“No, sweetheart. You- you have no idea how sorry I am. I’m going to take care of everything from now on, okay? I promise. You’ll never be treated like that ever again, no matter what happens. I’m so so sorry. I love you. I love you. I love you so, so much.”

A while ago you would’ve died to hear those words. But at this point, you were apathetic to them.

You looked at him, then picked at your fingernails mindlessly. “That’s good for you, I suppose.”

He recoiled, but continued to pet your hair, to give you what could be seen as affection. “We’ll get there, Honey. I know it’ll be tough for a while. Now, how about some breakfast. We’ll have your favorite. How does that sound?”

──★ ˙🌟 ̟ !! gold star redemption program. 18+!

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✿ ─ synopsis: you are the new manager for team blue lock and you have a great idea to make the players get along better. after all, positive reinforcement worked really well on dogs, why not men? ✿ ─ characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma + kunigami rensuke referenced ✿ ─ cw: smut, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, aged-up!characters(18+), pet names, kissing, penetrative sex, oral receiving/giving, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, rough sex, deepthroating/face-fucking, non-exclusive relationships, lots of jealousy, pda, use of foul language, suggestive themes, shidou is an asshole, rin threatens murder, somewhat proofread ✿ ─ notes: okay so every is going to ignore the logistics and mental gymnastics done to put all these guys on the same team and have any of this go on, right? cool. this work was requested by @anastasiablossomlove pls enjoy!

managing team blue lock was no task for a person of average conviction. anyone with less of a spine would be easily trampled and consumed by the members, all with big personalities and even bigger egos. you took to the role with exceptional organizational skills and a positive attitude that didn’t falter, even under the cold glares of the less compliant men of the team (cough cough itoshi rin cough cough barou shouei). before the end of your first week you had drafted up detailed and individualized meal plans, unique to each of them. by the second you had worked with the coach to create special training regimes that works towards their fitness goals while providing challenge and variety. right under their noses you dug your pretty fingers into every part of team blue lock, finding every issue and soothing every conflict, turning a group of somewhat wild animals into a well functioning machine with you at its core.

and not a detail slipped your eye. you could always tell when kunigami had pushed himself too hard in the gym by the stiffness in his shoulders. honestly you doubt you would’ve been able to convince him to let you help him if he wasn’t just as sore as you predicted. but the minute your palms were pressing into his back he was groaning in relief, “you’re an angel” grumbled under his breath. he’s a bit less embarrassed the next time around, blushing while asking you to fix him like you did last time.

you quickly took responsibility for doing chigiri’s hair before every practice and game. after seeing it fall out of its style and flap wildly in his face whenever he reached top speed on the field, you decided he needed something a little more reliable to keep it out the way so his eyes could stay on the ball. though when his hair was this soft, who could blame you for taking a bit longer than necessary, brushing through the knots and gently scratching at his scalp. plus, he didn’t seem to mind all that much, always red faced and all smiles, leaning into your touch. the thank you kiss he plants on your cheek lingers long enough to leave a matching blush on your face as a token of his appreciation.

being the backbone of their system earned you respect, acknowledgement, even affection from the overly friendly members of the team (cough cough bachira meguru cough cough shidou ryusei). no one could deny the benefits of having you around, always offering all kinds of helpful advice and showed not a shred of judgment when listening to their problems. and you weren’t exactly ignorant to the fact that your constant support was causing some of your new friends to become especially attached to you. maybe to someone else it would be a bigger concern, but in your eyes, this was only another opportunity to do more for your team.

that’s why you implemented the gold star redemption program to help motivate them. it was quite simple to follow, you had a chart with all of their names along with cute, slightly wonky doodles of them, and a list of ways to earn gold stars. from goals and assists to being on good behavior, whatever way they earn their stars, team members can then cash them in for certain prizes from you. the list had looked something like this…

2 ☆ = snack or drink of your choice 4 ☆ = a home cooked meal 5 ☆ = a kiss <3 7 ☆ = a massage <33 10 ☆ = private training session <333

the objective was to give incentives towards cooperation. not to mention, it’s always good to strengthen bonds with your team members. it seems, however, that you underestimated how much of your time this new system would take up. or maybe you just overestimated how easy it would be to keep up with the greedy desires of so many egoists at once.

ever since your arrival, anyone with eyes could see that isagi yoichi carried a torch for you. you let him talk your ear off for hours about tactics and players, never tired of his company or too busy for his rambles. it gets his heart thumping obnoxiously loud in his chest. so yoichi makes it his objective to dote on you as much as possible to try to make up for all the time you spend fussing over everybody else. always staying after practice to help you or walking you home. so when you start handing out stars for that kind of stuff, isagi is already making a steady income. he considers himself a gentleman, so at first he spends his stars on meals. and he’s more than happy to eat your cooking, stirring up all kinds of wifey fantasies in his head and enjoying his lunches with you. but at night, when he’s lying in bed, the big ticket item at the bottom of the prize board haunts him. and when he can’t take it anymore, he slips into your tiny little office that you share with the coach, a self-satisfied smile on his face when he lets you know that he just finished the stat sheets you asked him to fill out, earning him his tenth gold star. enough for one private training session.

in all the times you thought about sex with isagi, you’re not sure you ever pictured it to be like this. bent over your own desk, tennis skirt bunched up around your waist, your star player too eager to sink into your pussy to even push down your underwear. they stayed tugged to the side, thoroughly soaked from the way his hips meet yours in sloppy desperate thrusts. “i knew i needed to fuck you when i saw this skirt,” he confesses, eyes fixed to the point where you connect, mesmerized by the way his cock disappears inside you, “you’ve been tempting me all day, so be a good girl and take my cock, okay?” before you can respond he hooks a finger into the elastic of your panties to let it snap back against your skin, drawing a small yelp from you. he changs the angle to fuck you harder, deeper. you wonder if this could be the same sweet yoichi that carries your things and bashfully tells you your outfit looks good.

apparently that yoichi doesn’t exist once he’s balls deep inside you, all that’s left is the side of him you’ve only caught glimpses of when he’s dominating his opponents on the field. and if you thought that it was a chance encounter, you’re sorely mistaken as week after week isagi makes sure he earns his ten stars and you get to know just how mean he can be. his grip is always tight around your hair, whether it’s pulling and steering you into the position he wants or guiding your head down to take more of his dick. god forbid he asks you nicely for something like he always does when you’re not ‘training’. one time you even had the gall to suggest the idea to him and lived to regret it as now if you want anything from him, isagi is only accepting the most convincing of your begs. “c'mon princess, mind your manners, if you wanna cum then you’re gonna have to ask really nicely.” and no teary eyed puppy dog look will get you what you want, even when he makes getting your words out so difficult. truthfully, he never intends to be so hard on you, but having you crying and begging for his cock is the only way to soothe the devil on his shoulder that tries to tell him to take you for himself. in the aftermath, you start to recognize your yoichi again, sheepish in his apologies for how rough he was with you, kissing away the tears that run down your face. he’s lucky you’re too fucked out to charge him for them.

there’s not a world where you offer bachira meguru sexual favors in exchange for playing soccer and he says no. he was already gonna do that anyway, and now not only does he get to make even more of a game out of it, but his reward for winning is the cute little manager he’s had his eyes on for far too long? consider him sold. bachira knows it would be most fun for him to save up and have sex with you as soon as possible, but all of a sudden he has five and he’s itching for a kiss. one he decides to give you right before practice starts… in front of the whole team. but can you blame him? he’s already been waiting forever to feel those pretty glossed lips on his, you couldn’t really expect him to make it through the next few hours when he’s so close to getting what he wants. and you could maybe understand that, but was it really necessary to go for a full open-mouthed wet almost make out that left you panting when everyone’s eyes were already on you? you suspect not, but bachira doubles down, telling you it was of upmost importance that he got it in, else he wouldn’t be able to focus. he neglects to tell you that he overheard reo in the locker room talking about what he was gonna do now that he had five stars. shidou already made it very clear that he would be first to ten, so bachira had to be crafty in order to secure at least one first from you.

meguru was certainly one of the more needy players, right under nagi that required some form of encouragement every step of the way to get anything done. bachira usually does what you tell him to, but not without whining about deserving a prize for being good. quite frankly, you dread having to ask anything of him, because he is determined to be fully compensated for even the smallest of requests. even a task as easy as grabbing something on a high shelf was met with a cheeky smirk and a request for a kiss. and don’t think he’ll budge either, holding the item hostage if he thinks he can squeeze two out of you. it didn’t make it any easier that bachira didn’t possess a shy bone in his whole body, openly showering you in affection when the others were around, holding your hand and nuzzling his face into your collar. it was enough to make even a professional like you blush. he acted as if he was oblivious to the jealous stares of his friends, but the smug cat-like smirk he sends them and the way he only holds you tighter when you try to shyly brush him off gives him away. it may come as a surprise considering his reputation for being a bit delusional, but bachira tries to root himself in reality for once. he frequently reminds himself of the nature of your relationship and tries his best not let his imagination run wild with anything that would be beyond the boundaries you’ve clearly set. things like picturing himself taking you on dates, coming home to you at night, introducing you to his mom. they were all too dangerous to let his mind settle on them for too long.

and what better distraction than burying his face between your thighs. it’s hard to think of much when he hasn’t bothered to stop lapping at your cunt long enough to take a breath in a couple minutes. suffocating was the least of his concerns when the clench around his fingers lets him know your orgasm is just around the corner. meguru swears that your pathetic little whimpers and the slick dripping down his chin are like a straight hit of dopamine to his brain and he’s at real risk of addiction at this point. lidded amber eyes travel up to watch your expression twist into one of pleasure as you gasp out his name. now that catches his interest. when your vision clears and your brain is functioning again after that intense high, you search for his comfort as if you had done any of the hard work. but all you’re met with is that signature wild look that he gets when he brushing past the enemy team’s defense straight towards his goal. it’s your only warning that he’s far from tired and even farther from sated. “if i can keep going, so can you baby. i know you have more for me. jus’ need t’see you make that face one more time.” you have no room to protest, his tongue already finding your clit and working towards bringing you to the edge once again. by your fourth time cumming, you’re sobbing for a break and debating whether you should charge him four times over or give him a star for each one.

someone who was on board with your system from the second that you explained how it worked, was shidou ryusei. what better way to celebrate another one of his blood pumping, heart stopping performances than racing to the locker room to blow a load in his favorite girl while his teammates debrief with the coach? to him it was simple, you fuck him, you feed him, you take care of him, you spend time with him. shidou is, by all of his definitions, dating you. while some might be turned off by the idea of dating someone who isn’t offering exclusivity, he didn’t see it as much of an obstacle. not when he spent star stickers like a gambler on a slot machine, having you multiple times a week if the economy allowed it. and if he’s short a few, no worries, ryusei is quite the negotiator. it starts one week when he’s only missing a star or two, promising he’ll pay back the difference, you know he’s a good customer. it’s probably not a good idea to give in to him though, as the next time he wants a private training session, he’ll insist they’re only nine stars for him. he has made all kinds of fake coupons from 50% Off! to Buy One Get One Free! to even a homemade punch card in his own terrible handwriting. shidou was the first one to ever get a star taken away when he tried to give you an arby’s gift card in exchange for a blowjob. he didn’t try that tactic again.

the worst is when he tries to haggle in the middle of sex. your legs are thrown over his shoulders and his tip is kissing your cervix when he chooses to whine about not being able to kiss you because he has no stars left. he worked too hard to get good star credit, he can’t go into star debt!! “ and with his lips just hovering over yours, his hot breath fanning across your face, how could you say no? in a moment of weakness, you have unfortunately given an inch to shidou, infamous mile taker, and now it’s hard to get him to pay for any of his kisses, especially while he’s fucking you. you thank god that at the very least no one knows he’s been getting them for free… if only shidou would allow your life to be that easy. even worse than giving him an inch, you expected shidou to keep a secret. and you thought his big mouth was something you liked about him. until he’s using it to brag to everyone that he’s your favorite, practically your boyfriend, all because you let him get away with a smooch here and there. let’s just say you had to give out a lot of free kisses to smooth over the problem his bragging habits created.

honestly ryusei was starting to cause a lot of confusion outside of the team with his antics. what with his always hanging off your arm, giving you as much affection as you’d tolerate, calling you sweet nicknames. the people in your life were actually starting to believe you two were dating. not that shidou does anything to discourage such rumors, only grinning and agreeing every time someone mistakes you as a couple. hell, he was starting to get you confused, saying things during your training sessions that certainly didn’t fit the transactional nature of the act. “holy shit you’re so tight- love this pussy, l-love you so much. say my name. c’mon baby, say you love me and i’ll make you feel so fucking good.” and only because ryusei always makes good on his promises do you allow yourself another moment of weakness.

itoshi rin didn’t have much interest or faith in you upon first introduction. he sized you up as some nobody doing this whole manager thing as a fun extracurricular, so as long as you stayed out of his way he didn’t care what you did. with his luck, he shouldn’t be surprised that you were immediately in his way, extremely often, rambling to him about ideas and strategies that he had no intention on listening to. although even he could admit, he understood why the others were so easily charmed by you. he was wrong about how seriously you took your job. not that it changed anything. at least that’s what rin tells himself, but in reality your relentless efforts and endless dedication to supporting all of them was something that spoke to him, made him a bit soft for you. it didn’t help that you were his type in every sense of the word, your attractiveness doing nothing but make feigning indifference a lot harder for rin. your seemingly endless patience didn’t help either. you always responded in kind to all of rin’s harsh words and cold stares, never let his sour attitude deter your subtle acts of service like getting grass stains out of his uniform and making sure he stays unbothered during his yoga. against his will, he was slowly warming up to you, but you were still caught off guard when rin started cashing in his stars, even if it was just a meal. he had lots of them sitting idle on the chart waiting to be used, so you supposed it was only natural for him to get some free food out of it. but you were even more taken aback when a couple days later he requested a massage from you with insistence that he only asks because he’s been extremely tense as of late. which wasn’t entirely untrue. rin had been very tense. just not from anything soccer related like he’d like you to believe. he was tense from the stress of his budding feelings for you combined with the dread of knowing he probably will never have you all to himself. at least not with this stupid reward system in place.

he despises it. he absolutely hates going about his day knowing there are other guys, his shithead teammates, that are getting your time, attention, and affection for the price of a couple of stupid fucking stickers. he misses the days when shidou’s incessant bragging about how many times he was able to make you cum or bachira’s unnecessary details of what your pussy tastes like didn’t bother him. now his blood boils to hear them talk about you like that. that kind of anger makes it clear to him that being your friend was simply not an option anymore. which is how he settled on getting a massage from you. he would satisfy this overwhelming craving he has for you and go back to normal and be able to focus solely on becoming best in the world again without thoughts of you plaguing his mind. that was his hope going into it, but feeling your warm touch on his bare back, melting away years of untreated knots and neglected aches in his body, he could almost blush at the intimacy he feels. especially when that foreign kindness he loves so much is on display as you reassure him that there’s nothing to be embarrassed about and that you’re proud he finally put his pride aside long enough to let you help him. you’ve got him, hook, line, and sinker now. no use in struggling so hard, he supposes, as some part of him knows he’s doomed to fall sooner or later. perhaps it’s time to surrender. he fought a good fight, but his greed for you was candidly too tough of an opponent.

and to rin, surrender looked like asking you when’s the soonest he could book a private training session. you don’t think you could look any more shocked. rin had a quick turn around from someone you doubted even liked you, to someone reserving as much of your time as his stars could buy. the more often he was with you, the less time you spent giving those lukewarm brats the treatment he wants reserved for him. and he wishes he gave in a lot sooner when he feels the wet heat of your mouth around his cock for the first time. how fast he would’ve folded if he knew how pretty you would look on your knees for him. rin tried to be gentle and let you set the pace, but between hissing out curses and barely biting back moans, that same greed to get more from you has his hand twisting itself in your hair and pushing down on the back of your head. he couldn’t help it. and it was so worth it to watch you choke and sputter around his length but never pull away. he knew you weren’t a quitter. “shit, feels good… don’t stop,” he all but gasps, hips instinctively jumping to reach further down your throat, grip tightening when you try to come up for air. after a long moment of breathing through your nose you relax enough to let him ease himself the rest of the way in. rin sighs in relief when your nose finally presses against his pelvis. the way you look up at him starry-eyed and full of adoration made his chest feel heavy with desire to be the only one you ever look at. it drives him crazy that any guy on the team can see you like this, and that heartache has rin fucking your face to forget it. “fuckkk. don’t look away, eyes on me, g’nna cum in that pretty mouth.”

you couldn’t deny that your new attempt at encouraging the team had its kinks. while overall the amount of arguments that broke out between players lessened to keep on good star-earning behavior, you could tell that it came with its own set of tension creating problems. you also couldn’t deny that being pulled in every direction by men vying for your attention was both very time consuming and extremely gratifying, but you think you manage it well. save for when they were already pumped up with adrenaline from a game, that is when real issues arise. especially when a player from the enemy team thinks it’s a good idea to try and hit on the cute little lady holding the clipboard. fatal mistake.

it starts with your favorite pot stirrer, bachira, calling out from his position, making everyone else on the team aware of the situation. “no shot dude, she don’t want you! focus on losing!” you’re confident you can diffuse whatever is about to go down before you notice rin leaving the ball alone in centerfield to beeline straight towards you. threats are flying from his lips on approach, quick to get in the guy’s face, planting his hands on his shoulders to shove him back. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing? i’ll kill you if you don’t get the fuck away from her.” you think maybe you have a shot of getting rin under control if you just- your eyes widen in horror as a flash moves in from your peripheral. there are no words, just shidou drop kicking this poor stranger at top speed. you cringe as you watch shidou knocks this guy off his feet, cleats first, taking rin down with him. what a way to earn a red card.

this was a fun project and request tysm!!! i just went about it in the interpretation i found most interesting, i really hope it was to your liking!!!

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Dr. Stone Fanfic Self Aware AU

Title: The Stone World Paradox

Senku Ishigami x Reader

Summary: Senku Ishigami has been trapped in an endless time loop, reliving the same events from the moment civilization was petrified to the revival of Byakuya. No matter how much he deviates, the world resets—until she appears. Y/N L/N, an anomaly in his predetermined reality, disrupts the cycle just by existing. As Senku struggles to understand why the loop has finally broken, he finds himself facing an uncertain future for the first time. But maybe, just maybe, uncertainty isn’t so bad—especially with her by his side.

For the nth time, the world began anew.

Senku Ishigami sighed as Taiju Oki burst into the science lab, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Senku! I'm finally gonna confess to Yuzuriha!"

The scientist barely reacted. He had heard these exact words too many times to count, seen the same determined look on his best friend's face, and experienced the same sequence of events play out again and again.

The stone world would begin. The petrification would happen. He would wake up alone. He would count the days. He would revive Taiju. He would revive Yuzuriha. He would clash with Tsukasa. He would build the Kingdom of Science. He would save Ruri.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, he will move on to make a time machine and he would find Byakuya’s stone body with the help of why-man and everyone.

And the cycle would begin all over again.

At first, Senku hadn't noticed the loops. It was subtle—fragmented dreams of things that had already happened, but he brushed them off as déjà vu. Then, after dozens, maybe hundreds of cycles, he realized something was deeply wrong.

The world was off.

People repeated their lines perfectly, as if reading from a script. Background characters, if not directly involved in the current scene, felt lifeless—as if they were NPCs in a video game, waiting for the player to interact with them.

Everything felt coded. Artificial.

And no matter how much he tried to deviate from his expected actions, the world always corrected itself, forcing events back on track.

Was this even reality? Or was he trapped in some kind of cosmic experiment?

Senku had long since stopped questioning it. If he couldn't change the loop, then he would just have to live with it. Its the most logical thing to do after all, its not like he has the power to go against that thing that is doing this.

Then something different happened this time.

It was the day Gen Asagiri was supposed to make his first appearance—the so-called mentalist arriving at the Kingdom of Science to assess whether Senku was truly alive, task to him by Tsukasa.

Senku already knew what was supposed to happen. He would be distributing ramen to the villagers, Gen would show up and dramatically demand Cola, and Senku would eventually win him over to his side.

But this time… Gen wasn't alone.

Sitting beside him was a girl Senku had never seen before., holding a bowl of Ramen as well.

She didn't exist in any of the previous loops.

His sharp red eyes immediately locked onto her, studying her as she approached with casual curiosity.

Gen smirked. "Oh my~ this Ramen will surely be more delicious with... what do you think? Cola is it~"

The girl—Y/N L/N—gave a nervous smile, shifting slightly behind Gen as if unsure of how to act in front of him.

And for the first time in countless cycles, Senku felt a shift in the world.

It was subtle but undeniable. The air seemed crisper, the colors more vivid. The villagers, who normally followed their pre-determined scripts, reacted to Y/N with genuine, unscripted curiosity.

She was an anomaly.

And anomalies were something Senku never ignored.

_______

Y/N had no idea how she got here.

One moment, she was living her normal life, obsessed with Dr. Stone, especially Senku Ishigami.

The next moment? Truck-kun did his thing, and she woke up in the Stone World.

At first, she thought she was dreaming.

Then she realized she was petrified.

Somehow, she had arrived in this world already turned to stone, only to be unpetrified by none other than Tsukasa Shishio, Gen Asagiri, and Ukyo Saionji.

It gave her credibility. She wasn’t just some random girl appearing out of nowhere— at least she had been part of the world’s history, past encased in stone like everyone else, before the petrification happened. Good thing its already over more than 3,700 years, no one will suspect that she in fact did not beling in this world... all but one that is.

When she first saw Tsukasa, she nearly had a heart attack.

When she saw Gen, she nearly screamed.

And when they asked for her name, she realized she had no idea what the hell she was supposed to do.

But if there was one thing she knew, it was that she wanted to see him.

Senku Ishigami.

As a fangirl, that is a must!!!

The moment Gen mentioned that he was being sent to check if Senku was alive, she jumped at the opportunity.

"Gen? Can i come with you? Please?"

"Oh? and what might be the reason our little angel wants to come see the village~"

"I'm just curious okay? to see a real life primitive village that is!!"

Now, here she was, standing in front of him, in the middle of the Kingdom of Science.

And the way he was looking at her made her skin tingle.

"You're looking at my partners in crim like sh was some type anomaly Senku Chan~~ "

"That's because she is"

"Eh?"

Senku didn’t believe in miracles. After all he was in this loop for so very long and nothing changes no matter what, so he really has no hope for that.

But Y/N?

She was something that defied all logic. she defied even this world's constant

The moment he saw her, his mind was already racing. Where did she come from? Is she here in the previois loop? If so how did she escape the loop? What made her different from everything else in this fake world?

For the first time in countless cycles, he felt… excited.

Interested.

It wasn’t just because she was an anomaly—it was because she made the world feel real again.

As the days passed, he watched how the people around her, around him changed.

Kohaku, Chrome, Suika, Kaseki even Gen—everyone acted more alive when they were around her. The scripted lines, the unnatural repetition, the lifelessness—all of it started to fade the moment she interacted with them.

She was disrupting the world’s pre-determined flow.

If Y/N could change things, then maybe—just maybe—he could finally break free from this loop.

_______

Senku wasn’t one for emotions.

Love, romance—all of that took a backseat to science.

But Y/N was different.

Y/N huffed, slamming her hands on the table. "Senku, you can’t just ignore the taste factor! If we're making sulfa drugs, we should at least try to make them less disgusting!"

Senku scoffed, rolling his eyes as he continued grinding ingredients into fine powder. "Oh sure, let’s waste time making life-saving medicine taste like candy. Brilliant idea, Einstein."

"Hey! I’m just saying, if the patient can’t even swallow it without gagging, what’s the point?!" Y/N argued, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Senku smirked, adjusting his goggles. "The point is that it’ll save their life, Y/N. Newsflash—sulfa drugs aren’t a gourmet meal. If they don’t like the taste, they can suck it up."

Y/N groaned. "But you KNOW compliance is a thing! If it tastes like literal death, people might refuse to take it!"

"And if we waste time making it taste good, they might die before they even get the chance," Senku shot back, flicking her forehead lightly. "Science first, comfort second. That’s how it works."

Y/N rubbed her forehead, glaring. "You are so stubborn. Would it kill you to consider patient experience?"

"No, but it might kill them if we delay the process." Senku smirked. "Unless you’d rather go back in time and tell Alexander Fleming to sweeten up penicillin?"

Y/N crossed her arms. "Ugh! I hate it when you use historical scientists against me."

"I know. That’s why I do it." He grinned smugly.

Y/N sighed in defeat, then muttered, "Fine. But I’m still going to find a way to make them taste less horrible after we make the first batch."

Senku chuckled. "Knock yourself out, taste-tester."

The more time he spent with her, the more he realized how much she fascinated him. Her knowledge, her humor, the way she challenged him in discussions—she was brilliant. Annoying but brilliant nonetheless

She wasn’t just an anomaly in the world.

She was an anomaly in his heart. Kukuku Yeah he really is staeting to sound illogical in this one

The realization came slowly. At first, he brushed it off as mere interest. Then he rationalized it as curiosity. But the moment he caught himself staring at her for too long, the moment he found himself wanting to be near her, he knew—

He had fallen for her. Surprise. Surprise

And if there was anything he hated, it was unsolved mysteries.

______

It took time, but together, they changed everything.

The Kingdom of Science thrived. The war with Tsukasa ended. They set sail. They conquered the world’s challenges. They face that creep Ibara. Have a science showdown with Dr. Xeno. Almost got brutally killed by Stanley. The world being petrified for the second time. Then facing Why-man head on.

And finally—

They found Byakuya’s stone body.

Senku stood there, staring at his father’s petrified form, and he knew.

The cycle was about to reset.

No matter what he had done, no matter how much he changed—the world would force everything back to the beginning.

...or at least that's what he thought...

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The moment stretched on longer than it should have. The cold, lifeless form of Byakuya Ishigami stood before them, his stone features frozen in time. The weight of the moment should have been clear—reviving the last of their fallen, the final piece of their journey.

But Senku wasn’t moving.

Kohaku tilted her head, confused. "Senku? Why are you just standing there? This is your father, right?"

Ryusui folded his arms, watching Senku with a raised brow. "For once, I have to agree. You should be pouring revival fluid on him right now, yet here you are, gawking like you’ve never seen a petrified person before."

Y/N, standing just a bit closer, nudged Senku with her elbow. "Oi, Senku, this isn’t like you. What’s with the hesitation? Don’t tell me you’re getting sentimental on us?" she teased, smirking.

Senku blinked, snapping out of his daze. "Tch. Sentimental? As if." He quickly turned his usual cocky grin on her, masking the storm raging in his mind.

Because this wasn’t right.

The loop was supposed to restart now. This moment—the very second they found Byakuya's statue—had always been the reset point. He should’ve been bracing himself to wake up back in his high school lab, hearing Taiju’s earth-shattering declaration that he was going to confess to Yuzuriha.

But nothing was happening.

Time was still moving forward.

Y/N sighed, shaking her head. "You’re acting weirder than usual, scientist. Are you gonna revive him or what?" She grinned, placing a hand on her hip. "Or are you waiting for a dramatic drumroll?"

Senku exhaled slowly through his nose. She was watching him. They all were.

His mind raced for an explanation—something logical to cling to. The loop should have reset, so why was everything continuing? Why was he still here?

Then his eyes flickered back to Y/N.

The anomaly. The one thing that never existed in any previous cycle.

Senku’s lips curled into a smirk as he pulled out the revival fluid. "Heh. If you want a drumroll, you’re out of luck. Science waits for no one."

With practiced precision, he poured the glowing liquid over his father’s petrified form, watching as the cracks formed, golden light illuminating Byakuya’s frozen features.

_____

Y/N, standing to the side, watched the heartwarming reunion unfold. A part of her felt a pang of longing—because, for the first time, she truly didn’t know what would happen next. This was supposed to be the final chapter, the last scene. But now?

Everything was unwritten.

As the group made their way back to the perseus, Y/N nudged Senku playfully. "You’re staring into space again, Ishigami. Are you secretly a softie now that your dad’s back?"

Senku rolled his eyes. "Tch. As if. I was just running calculations in my head."

"Sure you were," she teased, smirking.

Senku clicked his tongue. "If you had even an ounce of scientific prowess, you’d understand that thinking ahead is crucial."

"Oh, please. I understand science just fine. But unlike you, I also understand emotions," Y/N shot back. "Which, judging by that awkward hug, you still suck at."

"Hugging has nothing to do with science, and you know it."

"It has everything to do with being a functional human being."

"Functionality is about efficiency, not sentimentality."

"Oh my god, Senku, you are impossible!"

They continued bickering even as they returned to the ship, their voices echoing in the small quarters as the celebration back on Ishigami Village began.

—---

That night, in the quiet of his quarters, Senku lay staring at the ceiling. His arms were folded behind his head, and his mind raced, calculating, analyzing.

By all logic, the loop should have reset the moment they found Byakuya’s statue. Instead, time moved forward.

His mind kept coming back to one thing.

Or rather… one person.

Y/N.

She was an anomaly. She had disrupted the pattern. Could she be the reason the loop had stopped?

He sighed, closing his eyes.

If I wake up tomorrow… where will I be?

The thought unsettled him more than he cared to admit. For so long, he had accepted the endless cycle, the unbreakable script of this world. Now, for the first time, he felt the uncertainty of tomorrow.

And, to his own surprise, he hoped to wake up to a new day. Not another loop.

His last thought before sleep took him was of Y/N, her voice ringing in his ears.

"Oh my god, Senku, you are impossible!"

A small smirk tugged at his lips.

Heh. Yeah, well… So is she.

And then, for the first time in countless cycles, Senku Ishigami let himself sleep, truly wondering what came next.

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"Oi Ishigami Senku, you better wake you ass up. Your dad’s been resquesting for you. He wants to spend some time with his genius son."

His eyes snapped open. Instead of the white ceiling of his old science lab, he was met with Y/N’s face, her expression hovering somewhere between amusement and curiosity. The soft morning light filtered through the ship window, confirming what he already suspected.

The loop hadn’t reset.

Senku blinked, quickly masking his initial shock with a smirk. "Tch. That old man is way too sentimental."

Y/N crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, and you’re not? I distinctly remember a certain scientist hesitating for a solid five minutes before reviving him."

"That’s called making sure the experiment goes smoothly, not sentimentality."

"Right. Just like how you ‘logically calculated’ that awkward hug instead of freezing like a malfunctioning robot."

"Hugging isn’t a science. And for the record, my calculations were flawless, as always."

"Mhm. Keep telling yourself that, You leek Science Boy."

Senku let out an exasperated sigh, sitting up and stretching. "You’re really getting too comfortable calling me that, huh?"

Y/N grinned. "What can I say? It’s fun watching you pretend you’re not a total softie."

"You do realize that by scientific standards, you’re objectively incorrect."

"And you do realize that by human standards, you’re completely in denial?"

"Tch. You’re seriously exhausting."

"And yet, you’d be lost without me."

Senku gave her a sidelong glance, but instead of arguing, he just huffed out a quiet chuckle. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say."

For the first time in a long, long while, he wasn’t trapped in an endless cycle. No loops, no resets. Just… the future.

And, somehow, he didn’t mind that future that includes her by his side.

—END.

HEY BESTIE CAN U MAKE A BLURB OR SOMETHING ABOUT FIVE HARGREEVES DURING THE FIRST EP OF S3 like yk the one where he saw delores after jayme spits on him and the reader who happens to date him saw it and like "wtf is he doing" and heard the name delores coming out of his mouth and the reader just goes silence after that scene BECAUSE THE READER IS THINKING ABOUT IT A LOT LIKE "is he actually still in love with a mannequin" and like very angsty afterwards but Five confronted her why she's being so quiet after their visit at the sparrows and the rest is up to u :] TYSM IDK ITS MY 1ST REQUEST ACTUALLY AND I CANTTT STOP THINKING ABT S3

ANGSTANGSTANGST

warnings: i think there's swearing, female reader (in my mind, but i can't remember using pronouns), angst. hardcore angst

tags: @mad-elia

PERFECTION

You were both running to get to Allison, his arm was around your waist, the other arm stretched toward the cornered woman. 

“Thanks,” she heaved once the three of you made it to the upstairs. 

“No problem,” Five said.

And then you saw her. She was a taller woman with electric black hair and green eyes. 

He told you guys to go, that he’d handle the woman. While Allison ran, you lingered, hiding behind the wall, watching.

He hit her over the head and she let out a groan of pain. Good. He could handle anything, your boyfriend. You had no doubt he’d be able to handle this easily; after all, he was probably the quickest thinker out of everyone. He could do anything and everything and that was only one reason you were irretrievably, desperately in love with the man.

And then came the spit, along with a hiss bubbling from the woman’s mouth. Jayme, you think her name was. Jayme. It sounded about right.

You wrinkled your nose, much like Five who began to berate her. “Agh! Hey, gross, alright?”

But before he could continue the usual lecture about sanitation, his face went glassy. Sweat built up on his forehead, and he began to walk around almost aimlessly.

“What the hell?” you heard him whisper. His eyes were directed toward the stairs, as were Jayme’s.

You ran out, looking at him, but didn’t touch him. Disturbing people when they’re in a trance could end dangerously, you heard. 

“What did you do to him?” you whispered, but she heard it and only smiled. It wasn’t one of those soft smiles; it was something similar to Five’s smile when he was irked. It was crooked, fake.

“I’m only showing him what he wants, kid.”

“Dolores?” Five whispered. You could feel your heart shatter.

The mannequin; that mannequin that sat with the both of you through the darkest nights of the apocalypse. She was there through everything; he always seemed to choose her over you. Even after you two were together. Dolores this; Dolores that; “Dolores would look good in this, wouldn’t she?”; “Dolores, you’re perfect”; “Dolores, I love you”.

You thought it was over. You thought he was over the stupid mannequin; you thought he loved you, only you. You thought that you two were meant for one another, the stupid soulmate shit everyone preached. But, you could see now, you clung on too tightly to the dreams a little girl would have.

You could see him break out into a smile, a genuine one. “Dolores.”

And then came the italian. 

“Really? Italian? Holy shit. Do you think I could get out of this without fighting you?” you asked Jayme. She raised an eyebrow at you before quickly turning to Five. “I’m way to tired for-”

He began to make out with thin air. 

Well, fuck.

“Okay, I’m just going to go,” you said, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.

You only just turned your back when you heard Five tumble down the stairs.

~*~

“Just gonna sit. I’m just gonna sit for a minute,” Luther groaned.

Your bones were cracking. You could practically collapse right there, plopping down on the top of the bench, lying there, mimicking Klaus on the table next to yours.

“Oh, I’m cracking,” Klaus said, a grit to his voice. You could second that.

“You all good, Klaus?”

“Fine, (Y/N/N), you?”

“Could be better.”

Five climbed on top of the table, sitting on the edge and placing your head gently in his lap. He began to run his fingers through your hair, his rhythm was constant. His love wasn’t. He grazed a cut and you hissed.

“That’s one hell of a cut, Sweetheart,” he mused quietly. You used that as an excuse to get out of his lap.

“I’m fine.”

You could see him flinch- just barely, not enough to catch if you weren’t paying close attention- at the slight harshness in your tone.

Good.

~*~

“CHET! Mon frère! I’d like my usual suite, por favor!” Klaus announced excitedly to the man at the front desk. He was older, his wrinkles prominent, but his hair still maintaining a blondish color that grasped onto hints of youth. 

“I’ve never seen you before,” Chet deadpanned. 

“See? Told you. Discreet.”

“Great job, Klaus,” you giggled; in turn, he wrapped an arm around you and wrestled you into his side.

“Don’t sass me, kiddo. There is such thing as a time out corner, you know.”

The dog’s whimper interrupted the conversation very quickly. 

“Please stop scaring my dog,” Chet said.

“We need some rooms, please.”

“Super.” Chet pulled out a sign with the words only a nightmare could hold. “And how will we be paying today?”

Well shit.

“Fine,” Luther said. “Empty your pockets. Come on; something.”

You dug around in your pockets, finding a dagger and an extinguished cigarette. 

“(Y/N)! Come on, really?” Five scolded.

“As if you haven’t had a cigar before.”

“Condoms?” Luther asked.

“I think you can exchange those for cash,” Klaus replied, causing you to giggle.

“Come on, you two, put the knives away!”

Luther looked around. “Oh, all right,” he sighed, removing his watch. Klaus marveled at it as he handed it to Chet. Examining it, Chet grabbed three room keys.

“Well, let’s Brady Bunch this bitch.”

~*~

Only one room had one bed, so you and Five were assigned to that one.

“Let’s unpack. Settle in.”

“And what do we have to unpack?” you questioned, eyebrow cocked.

“Yes, Darling, isn’t that liberating?”

“Fair enough.”

“Alright then,” Five said. “Let’s fix you up.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

You didn’t want him touching you anymore. You didn’t want him lying to you anymore.

“You know what I mean.”

“Fine. I’ll get Allison in here-”

“Why Allison?” he asked, eyebrows furling. You could see the hurt flash in his eyes. Your heart broke and soared at the same time.

“You know why, Five. I saw everything.”

“Everything? I don’t get it.” He approached you, reaching out. You pulled back. He took another step forward. This kept going until your back hit the wall. He quickly brought his arm up, trapping you there. “I don’t understand. Why can’t I take- what did you see?”

You laughed, but stared at his arm. He was serious.

His other hand made its way to your hairline, brushing it softly. “I don’t understand.”

You recoiled, causing him to flinch once more.

“Sweetheart, we’re done. It’s all over; no more apocalypse, no more nothing. This is it! We can be happy- just… tell me what happened. I’ll fix it. I swear I will. I can’t afford to lose you after everything. I’ll fix everything, I promise, just please tell me what-”

“I saw you making out with thin air.”

“After what Jayme did? I thought I told you to run-”

“I hung back to make sure there wasn’t any funny business.” His arm loosened and you made your exit, walking toward the door. He didn’t jump toward you. He didn’t do anything. He just looked. “Turns out, there was some funny business. You’re still hung up on Dolores.”

“No,” he whispered. “No, (Y/N), I swear to God, I-”

“I heard everything, Five. So, we’re hanging out here for the next few days and then I’m out. I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.”

“(Y/N), I love you. Not Dolores, you.”

“I have come second to her after years, Five. Years I have waited for you to come around, and when you finally did, I was stupid enough to believe it was true. I was foolish enough to believe you could actually love me, that someone would actually love me. But, of course, I should’ve known: you can’t get over something so perfect that quickly.”

“You are perfection,” he whispered, tears in his eyes. “You-”

“No, Five. You can’t- I know what I saw. I know what you want, and that’s not me. Now, if you excuse me, Allison will only be available for so long. I’m going to need this cut fixed.”

You walked out the door with tears blurring your vision.