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No Time For ‘What If’s?’*

Word Count: 5,096

Status: Requested!

Ask: can I get a SFW/NSFW whatever. Cobra Kai John Kreese x f! reader student (who’s 20+ and not in highschool) who sometimes looks at him a certain way but always looks depressed and Kreese took notice… {There’s more, but I’m not giving away all the goodies}

@: @harlequinautumn​

Summary: I decided to make this somewhat of a song inspired prompt. This is based off of the song “Daddy Issues” by The Neighborhood. I think you can see where this us going…

Warnings: some angst, fluff, smut, dd/lg type of energy, age-gap, master/sensei/daddy kink, teacher/student kink, READER is in her 20′s, self-consciousness, self-hate, uncomfortable with body issues, appearance, etc.

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{Gifs are not mine, credits go to @sensei-venus & @danlarussc​}

Had to put this last gif here because GRAND DADDY…

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Castlevania Trio x Dying! Reader

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Anonymous said: How about something sad with a Castlevania Trio x Reader?

“I’m proud of us…” | “(Name), don’t… don’t close your eyes. Please!”

Oh boy. Here comes the angst and the sadness!! I hope you all have extra tissues near you!

Warnings: Angst, Sadness, Mentions of Blood, Sad Castlevania Trio

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The three of you stood on the ice platform that Sypha made. She had managed to capture Dracula’s Castle and make it land on top of the Belmont hold. No words were spoken between the three of you. You knew that either one of you could die today. It was a dark concept, but nonetheless true. Sypha looked at you.

“You ready, (Name)?” She asked. You took a deep breath in and out. You smiled at her.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you then frowned, and looked down. Trevor glanced at you.

“Something on your mind, (Name)?” He asked. You looked up.

“There’s a high possibility that anyone of us could die today. We need to be prepared for that.” You said. Alucard nodded.

“(Name) is correct.” He said. Before he could continue, Trevor interrupted the Son of Dracula.

“But that’s not going to happen,” he looked at you. “Yes, it is a strong possibility,” he then looked to Sypha and Alucard. “But it’s not going to happen because we look after each other. Trevor took Sypha’s hand. She grabbed Alucard’s and he grabbed yours. You finished the circle by grabbing Trevor’s hand. He smiled at all of you. “We’ll be fine.” He said.

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“(Name)!” Trevor shouted as one of Dracula’s generals caught your side with their sharp fingernails. You grunted in pain and swung your sword, cutting the head off of the vampire. You gripped your side in pain. You felt the blood coating your hand. All of the night creatures were killed as well as most of the Generals. Sypha was about to run to you. You glared at her.

“Don’t worry about me! I’m fine! Go and help Alucard!” You shouted. Trevor hesitated.

“But,”

“Go! I’ll catch up to you!” You shouted. Trevor growled in frustration. He looked to Sypha and nodded.

“Let’s go!” He said. Sypha sighed and looked at you.

“You better keep your promise!” She shouted before running off with Trevor. You fell to your knee. The pain was catching up to you. Tearing off a piece of your clothing, you quickly tied it around your waist and pulled it tight. You shouted out in pain. Breathing hard, you got to your feet.

“Come on, (Name), Alucard needs you. You can do this.” You said to yourself. You made the painful treck up the stairs.

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Trevor tried punching Dracula in the face and in the chest, but that did literally nothing. Dracula pulled his fist back, and punched Tevor away from him. He heard the sound of labored breathing and looked over. He saw and injured human making their way up the steps. Dracula glared at Sypha, who was helping Trevor up.

“You humans took everything from me when you killed my wife,” he said. Trevor’s eyes widened as Dracula turned his attention to (Name). “It seems to me that you care about the injured Human. I’ll take them away from you!” He said. Tears filled Sypha’s eyes.

“No! (Name)! Look out!” She shouted. Before (Name) could move, they felt a stabbing pain in their stomach.

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You gasped painfully and looked down. Dracula’s fingernails were imbedded in your stomach. Your breathing picked up as Dracula drew his hand away. The Vampire grunted as Alucard attacked him, sending the two through a wall. Trevor rushed over to you. Your legs have way. You fell into Trevor’s arms. Sypha ran over and knelt next to you. You gasped painfully.

“I-I told you there was a possibility that one of us would die today.” You stuttered out. Blood trickled out of your mouth. Trevor shook his head.

“No, no. You’re not going to die, (Name),” he desperately looked at Sypha. “Sypha! You’re a magician, heal them!” He shouted. Sypha was about to move her hands to rest over your wound, but you gripped onto her wrist, stopping her. You shook your head.

“D-don’t. You’ve a-already used up a lot of your magic. D-don’t waste it on me.” You gasped out. Tears fell down her cheeks.

“B-but you’ll die if I don’t heal you!” She said. You smiled tearfully.

“I-I’ll be fine,” footsteps approached you all. Alucard knelt down by Sypha. Tears filled your eyes. “I-I’m so proud of you all,” you looked at Sypha. “Y-you protected Trevor a-and I in Gresit, even though you k-knew nothing about us,” you looked up at Trevor. You gently cupped his cheek with your bloodied hand. “Y-you finally realized who you w-were meant to be, Trevor B-Belmont,” Trevor covered your hand with his. You looked at Alucard and placed your hand on top of his. He turned his hand around and held yours. “A-Alucard. Y-you did something I don’t think a-anyone else could have done. Y-you killed your father for the sake of humanity. E-even though you saw the worst in h-humanity when t-the church killed your mother, y-you were still willing to protect us,” your eyes turned to look up at the ceiling. You knew your time was coming to an end. “I-I’m proud of us…” you whispered. Tears fell from your eyes. Trevor gently squeezed you.

“(Name), don’t… don’t close your eyes. Please!” Trevor shouted. Tears fell from his eyes and onto your cheeks. Trevor looked at Alucard. “A-Alucard! P-please do something! Can’t you turn them into a Vampire?!” Trevor shouted. Tears fell from Alucard’s eyes. He shook his head.

“No. It’s too late, Trevor.” Alucard said. Trevor sighed and placed you on the ground. Sypha sniffed. She gently placed her fingers over your eyes and closed them.

“Sleep, (Name). May you be reunited with your family. We will remember you.” She whispered out. Pulling the two men into a hug, Sypha started sobbing. Their best friend, the one who had been there for all of them, was gone. Never to awaken again.

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//I hope you like it Anon. If not, I’m more than happy to rewrite it😁😁//

PAIRINGS. . . sylus x reader

CW. . . suggestive, he lets you ride his motorcycle for the first time

you squealed the second the engine purred under you.

the vibration, the power, the sheer coolness of it—you couldn't stop grinning if you tried. “oh my god. sylus. sylus. i’m on your bike. i’m riding your bike right now.”

he was behind you, legs bracketing yours, hands resting on your hips like it was second nature. he laughed—low and smooth.

“don’t wreck it, baby,” he murmured against your ear. “i just tuned her.”

your heart was beating too fast. some of it was adrenaline. some of it was the fact that his voice was practically dripping down your spine.

“i won’t!” you chirped, way too giddy to notice how tightly you were gripping the handlebars. “i’m gonna be soooo good to her.”

“i know you will,” he said, his hands sliding down your thighs before casually guiding them into position. “you look so good up here, i might never ride solo again.”

you were flying down the open road, wind in your hair, engine growling beneath you like something alive. you could feel every subtle shift in the bike—and every subtle shift of sylus behind you.

his chest pressed flush to your back. his hands loose at your hips, fingertips dipping occasionally, like he was reminding himself you were right there. and your ass? firmly nestled against him with every little bounce, every lean, every stretch forward—it was impossible not to feel how he reacted.

you shifted just a little on purpose—like, barely—and you felt his hands tightened.

“you’re doin’ that on purpose,” he said, smirking. you didn’t have to see it to feel it.

“doin’ what?” you asked innocently, gasping a little when you hit a small bump and your whole body bounced, ass pressing back into his lap with a little too much intention.

that earned a growl. real and low and hot.

he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “you keep grinding back like that, and we’re gonna have to pull over.”

you laughed—breathless, dizzy with speed and power and the feel of him so close behind you. “you said i could ride,” you teased, half-turning your head.

“i said you could ride the bike,” he shot back, his voice rougher now, fingertips dragging up your sides. “not me.”

Rotten Apples

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part two , part three , part four , part five , part six , part seven , part eight , part nine , part ten

18+ MINORS DNI

pairing: caleb x non!mc reader

synopsis: you've always hated her. you live your life free from her and caleb. a stranger helps save you from a date gone wrong.

word count: 5.1k words

warnings: extreme loathing, kinda funny, kinda sad, a good mix of everything! mentions of death. not proofread!

author's note: hi! this is my first lads fic! it's lowkey a mess and is all over the place, but that's okay! i hope you all enjoy! <33 please feel free to comment! i love any & all feedback! <33

edit: part 2 will be coming soon! thank you for all the love on this! i love & appreciate every single one of you!

You never thought yourself to be a hateful person, but whenever you saw Caleb with her, your heart boiled. His smile was always the brightest with her. He always handed her the first water bottle after a run around the neighborhood. His eyes were always on her and not you during study hall. They shared giggles with one another and you were the last to know the joke as you filled out blank homework pages. Whenever she walked into a room, he jumped to her side and aided her with whatever it is she needed.

And she always needed something.

Your friendship with Caleb and the girl you deemed a she-devil blossomed from a young age, having been next-door neighbors with Josephine. You are older than her yet still a few months younger than Caleb, which meant that the two of you had to look out for her.

She was naive in many ways. She always trusts people too easily and is quick to help, not knowing that the world is cruel and is out to hurt her. It’s something you and Caleb bonded over; taking care of her was something you had in common with him alongside planes, absolutely loving apple pie, and always wanting to be the last one tagged during recess.

However, those childhood days have long passed and you’ve settled into a draining routine where you played a background character in someone else’s life.

When you and Caleb reached freshman year of high school, you were sure that he was going to ask you to be his date to the homecoming dance. Instead, you were surprised with the revelation that he was going to stay home and have a movie night with her since she wasn’t in high school yet.

Despite his compliments about your dress, he snuck back inside his house when you asked him if he needed a ride to the dance. She was waving him back inside in the background and he couldn’t have been happier to watch My Little Pony or whatever bullshit she had lined up.

You basked in his frequent compliments when he met you outside your home, when she wasn’t around. Caleb always knew what to say when you had a saddened frown on your face.

“Did James turn you down? I thought he liked you! You’re a catch!” Caleb’s warm words reached your ears and made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. At least he knew then that you were worthwhile. If only he wasn’t so blind to what you had to offer to him.

At least you had a year of high school alone with him. You two even shared a few classes together and had planned study nights to prepare for final exams! Huddled at the desk in his room, you could smell the sweet apple scent of his shampoo and were able to hear through raspiness of his chuckle right next to your ear.

It was fun until she came inside his room, claiming that she wanted to help you two study. That plan lasted for about ten minutes before she whined and complained that she wanted to watch her and Caleb’s favorite show. That night ended up with her snuggled into his side while he stroked her hair. You held the chip bowl, not by choice, and watched as your crush on the boy next door began to deteriorate.

When she finally joined your and Caleb’s high school, you bit your tongue and held back the deplorable comments that shuffled through your mind about his so called beloved. You even held back comments to your new friends about his relationship with her. You knew that if you ever said anything bad about her, he’d come to her defense and shun you for what you’ve said.

It never mattered how you felt. It didn’t matter if you were having a bad day or had just embarrassed yourself in front of your entire gym class when Becky threw a ball right at your face. His attention will forever be owned by her. You’ll never get to know how it feels to always be under his cautious gaze nor will you ever be a recipient of his charming smile.

Truth is, you used to be friends with them. The perpetual third wheel to all of their escapades and adventures. You used to be close to them but as time moved on, they grew closer together and you, well, just didn’t fit into their equation anymore. The funny thing is that they have no clue of their wrongdoing towards you nor did they realize that you had left their group entirely after months of sitting in your room, filled with nothing but discontent as you scrolled through their posted selfies together.

You thought you set yourself free from them. It’s better to watch from afar instead of up close, no? It spares you more heartbreak and it, very selfishly, keeps you away from her.

You can stay away from her smiles. Her laughter. The way her dark hair falls into the perfect messy bun while yours just looks plain erratic. Not to mention the way her hands always lingered on him while you watched, helpless from the other side of the lunch table.

And you can finally break free from that stupid nickname he has for her.

“Hey!” You hear a friend’s voice from over your shoulder. You turn and smile at them, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Are you ready for the game against the Rams tonight? I heard you’re starting!”

Before you can reply, you hear a thud behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you notice that Caleb leans against the metal lockers. His arms are crossed over his chest and he wears that stupidly charming  grin on his face.

“You have a game tonight? Why didn’t you tell us?” He asks. Her smile falters.

Us. That damned word.

“It’s not a big deal,” you shrug, placing your leftover books inside the locker. “You two are usually busy anyways doing…whatever…so it wouldn’t have mattered if you knew or not.”

Okay, maybe there is some venom in your tone and malice in the way you throw your books into your locker. To be fair, you’re so fed up with them ghosting you and never showing up to your games that you can’t help but let some of your anger out.

“Woah!” Caleb pushes off the locker and holds his hands in the air. You roll your eyes and slam the locker shut, walking away. He quickly follows and matches your hellish pace. “What’s wrong? You’ve been so distant lately. Me and—”

“Don’t,” you bark. The two of you pause in the middle of the hallway, your eyes locked on his in a heated glare. “How long do you think it’s been since I’ve hung out with you two?”

A look of confusion flashes across his face. You have to stop yourself from looking at the way his face scrunches up, the way his tongue pokes about between his lips while he thinks.

“Hm…like a month?” Caleb’s words are genuine, you know that, but it shatters your heart to know that he doesn’t even realize it’s almost been a year since you two hung out, let alone were in a room together.

“A month?!” You scoff and look away. A laugh filled with disdain and shock escapes your lips. Your hands drop to your side, tightly balled into fists, as anger washes throughout your body. “Caleb, be real with me right now. Do you truly think it’s been a month?”

You want to give him a chance to redeem himself, for him to own up to the mistake he’s made. Everyone deserves a second chance, right?

“I do, yes…” he wearily says. Your nostrils flare, cheeks heating with irritation.

“Hey guys!” Her cheerful tone scratches the inside of your brain. You sharply inhale and close your eyes just to open them to the side of her attaching herself to his side. “Are you okay? You look angry,” she remarks and gently places her hand on your shoulder. You immediately slap it away. The tips of your fingers tingle from the smack.

“Hey! What was that for?” Caleb steps in front of her, pushing the teen girl behind him.

You cross your arms over your chest, eyes narrowing up at Caleb, who guards her from you.

“Just fuck off and leave me alone!” You snap, pushing past them, your shoulder bumping into Caleb’s bicep. 

“Wait!” Caleb’s voice rings in your ears. A flash of hope makes your heart flutter.

Is he going to chase after you? Will he finally ditch her and see how you’re feeling for a change? Will the old Caleb come back, the one that actually cared about you and your feelings?

Your feet hesitate, pace drastically slowly, still in earshot of the other two’s conversation. You can hear his footsteps coming after you, going from slow to quick, but they suddenly stop.

“She isn’t worth it, Caleb,” her voice shoots any semblance of hope you felt, ripping your heart into shreds. “She’s so mean…she doesn’t deserve your care.”

The hallway in front of you turns glossy. You use the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that brew in your eyes. Your once reluctant pace hastens and you disappear down the hallway, becoming just another face in the crowd.

The year passed and you graduated with a new group of friends; friends that welcomed and invited you with open arms. Your camera roll was no longer sad, filled with empty selfies with her and Caleb not paying attention in the background, shifting to group photos and friends completing the other side of your hand heart. It filled your heart with the joy and happiness that your previous friendships lacked.

And most importantly of all: you were completely over Caleb and didn’t have to spend any more time around her. It’s a relief for you, really, and you’re able to go to the college of your dreams and pursue the career you wanted. 

The saddened memories no longer pained you. They no longer dug into your skin. Instead, you planted them into the soil of your mind, using the special fertilizer (the special ingredient being resent), and grew from them.

So what if they wronged you? You were now free and didn’t owe either of them a damn thing! That is, until Caleb died.

The news nearly broke you. Your mother informed you of the news when you came home for a visit. You were on a much needed break from work and were looking for a chance to relax. Your time of relaxation was quickly turned inside out.

You became a shell of yourself, the last memory of Caleb haunting your mind as you holed up in bed, covers covering the entirety of your body with a small hole for clean and cool breathing air. Your cheeks became perpetually stained with tears, becoming sticky in your sleep before the cycle started all over again.

The day of his funeral was unnecessarily rough. Your mother had to drag you out of bed and help you into the shower, the hot water turning cold from the amount of time you stood there. Once you stepped out, body trembling from the cold air, you stared at the black dress that was laid out across your bed.

It was simple. It stopped mid-thigh and the sleeves ran long down your arms. You paired it nicely with tights from high school, a pair that Caleb complimented you on, and a pair of simple booties.

She was the center of attention, of course, there was no doubt about that. The ache in your chest left you feeling conflicted. She sat alone, head hung low, as people walked by, chuckling as if they weren’t at a funeral reception.

You almost felt bad for her and the way her mascara streaked down her cheeks. She clung to a piece of metal in her hand, occasionally bringing it up to her lips to kiss it.

The distance between the two of you felt like a game of cat and mouse. She took one step forward, you took one back. She entered the hallway you found recluse in, you made sure that there was room in the closet for you to hide in.

You thought that you were able to slip out unnoticed until she called out your name.

“Hi…” your voice falls off. Her fists are balled at her sides, knuckles white.

“What are you doing here?” Her words are sharp, effortlessly slicing into you. “I thought you hated him.”

“I could never hate him…” the words barely come out, just above a meek whisper. She doesn’t say anything else. All she does is stare at you with her heartbroken expression, eyes strained and red from the sobs she let out earlier.

A part of your heart broke for her. The other part remained emotionless, knowing how she tormented you in your younger years by dangling Caleb in front of your face. It tormented you to know that you could still hold a sliver of resentment in your heart for something that happened so long ago. You quietly left, leaving her alone in the hallway, disappearing behind a familiar turn.

A year passes. The hatred you held in your heart has dissipated. You’ve watered the flowers you planted in your mind and the petals read off messages of forgiveness and second chances, even though you made sure to never run into her ever again.

Some people can forgive and forget, but you’ll be sure to forgive and keep a distance.

Skyhaven isn’t too bad of a home. Sure, there’s barely any trace of organic life throughout the city, except for the token tree the mayor decided to add about two months ago, but it’s a nice place to live. You’ve made yourself comfortable. The nightlife is great and the rain is even better. You even made some friends at your job and have gone out on a date or two with a guy who is very attentive.

But none of them are Caleb.

You stare at yourself in the cafe mirror, shaking your head. You fix your disheveled hair, wondering how you managed to spend the last ten minutes digging up the past when you’re on a date with a very cute guy. You bite your lip and tweak the last details of your outfit, flattening out a wrinkle in your skirt.

Pushing the bathroom door open, you glide down the hallway, smiling at the other customers who pass by. You can finally go back to…what’s his name again?

Jared? Clyde? Marc, who always emphasizes that there’s a ‘C’ at the end of his name instead of a ‘K’?

You clap your hands together when the name comes back to you. He jumps in his seat, his eyes closing in on you when you sit down. His smile is a little too goofy, missing out on any kind of charm that he can capitalize on, and you can’t help but watch out of the lower half of your vision as he itches his crotch.

“Thanks for waiting for me, George,” a warm smile spreads across your lips. He matches it and leans forward, pushing a colorful mug in your direction. You watch it closely before drawing it closer to you. You don’t take a sip, though, instead letting the whipped cream on top of the coffee melt. You sigh.

You don’t even liked whipped cream on your coffee. You know who would have remembered that?

“It was no problem at all!” George proudly proclaims. His chair scraps across the wooden floor. He inches closer and closer towards you in an attempt to close the distance but you scoot away from him, keeping a pleased smile on your face.

“So, what were you saying you do for a job?” Your question goes straight to his head. Gnawing at the inside of your cheek, you refrain from interrupting him about his long ramble about how he works as a “video game consultant” at a local game store.

The conversation is so painful to sit through. You glance between his beady gaze and the clock on the wall behind him. The ticking hands somehow move slower when he dives into his day to day routine. Maybe the whipped cream isn’t as bad as you previously thought.

An hour goes by and you have barely been able to get a word in. Mugs form into a half-circle in front of you. Your leg bounces up and down, hands jittery. Even your blinking is rapid as you solely stare at the clock.

“That’s enough about me. Tell me about yourself,” George grabs his glass. He ordered a cream soda at the beginning of the date but the cream separated from the colorful soda water, forming into chunky clouds.

“You know what,” you breathe out in a laugh, signaling over your shoulder to the door, “it’s getting late. I have an early start tomorrow so I should get going.” You stand from the chair and snatch your tiny purse from the seat beside you.

The cafe is practically empty now and the sun has set hours ago. You rush towards the exit, the route to the door feeling like it never ends as Greg — oh shit, George! — chases after you. 

The Skyhaven night is nice and crisp. The rain isn’t as hard tonight, just a mere sprinkle, and you rush out into the open, taking a deep breath. The chilled air fills your burning lungs and you’re able to breathe again, that is, until George grabs your hand. You gasp and snatch it back from him.

The raindrops lightly kiss your face but George’s sickening smile makes you want to hurl. He creeps towards you, the moon shining just bright enough for you to see the darkness form in his eyes.

“I have to get home, George!” You nervously chuckle, turning away. You rush towards the nearest bus stop, knowing that there will be other people there to take refuge with. George doesn’t let up though and his movements become more primal and animalistic as the seconds tick by.

“Come on, sweetheart,” George beckons from behind. You can hear his ragged breath from behind you grow close. You brace your body for impact…but nothing comes. Instead, you hear a struggle from behind. You swirl on your heels and stare at the scene behind you.

A tall man pushes George away from you. The moonlight reflects off of the shine of his coat, the top of his hat deflecting the light raindrops. You stagger backward, heart racing inside your chest, as George crumbles to the ground, a blur of red, grey, and blue pushing down on the man.

“She said she’s going home,” the voice growls. It itches the back of your mind, calling to you like a faint memory. “Leave. Or I’ll crush you right here and now.”

The voice beckons to you from the back of your mind, putting it at ease. The voice calls out your name followed by a throaty chuckle. It asks you how you’re doing, if you need help with that week’s math homework. You can also hear his voice apologize to you for forgetting about your plans to go to the movies with your group of friends, making some excuse that she got locked in the attic and needed rescuing.

The moonlight turns dark, the floating rock covered by a cloud, as the figure slowly approaches you. The once soft droplets of rain evolve into hardened projectiles, the wind picking up from all around you. With the weather matching your quickly escalating mood, you march through the rain, the phantom chasing after you.

“Hey! You’re getting soaked!” His voice calls from behind. You pay no attention to it.

The voice sounds exactly like a dead man! A person who is resting in peace six feet under and couldn’t possibly be here in Skyhaven.

You reach the bus stop and hide under the small covering, the rain pounding against the top, rolling off the sides. You hold your arms to yourself and your teeth clatter on the inside of your mouth. You have to tell yourself to not look at the man beside you.

Stranger danger, after all.

“Why are you ignoring me?” The man asks. It’s just the two of you at the bus stop. The stop’s light flickers, adding to the already ominous feeling that forms deep inside your chest. You hug your arms to your body, providing the only warmth in this cold night. “Oh, I get it. You’re mad at me.”

“I don’t even know who you are!” You retort rather quickly, finally looking up at the man.

You gasp and stumble backward. He quickly reaches for you, his large, warm hands gripping your waist, stabilizing you.

He looks down at you with an irresistible and charming smile. His purple eyes seem to glow under the dim lighting. He wears a black and orange rain jacket, black baseball cap sitting on his head. He cocks his head to the side, gaze drifting to memorize your face.

Nausea sweeps over your body. You tear your gaze off of the phantom before you. The cold air pricks the inside of your lungs, rapidly moving in and out of your system.

This can’t be real, right? He cannot possibly be standing in front of you, alive and well, with that damn smile on his face. A single tear rolls down your cheek, your lips parted. Your breath flows out of your mouth in gentle plumes of steam.

“Caleb?” Your voice falters. He chuckles, smoothing down your frizzy hair.

“The one and only! C’mon, you can say it: you missed me!”

You reach out, grabbing his arms, squeezing him. His brows furrow, eyes training themselves on your hands as you poke and prod various parts of his body. You grab his cheeks, pulling on them before squishing his face. He gently takes your hands into his, moving your hands away from his face.

“You done yet?”

“You’re alive!”

“I am well aware of that, yes.” His laugh fills your ears and your heart swells.

Even after all these years of forgetting Caleb, you still end up swooning for him the moment he saves you from Landon.

Or was it David? Eh. It doesn’t really matter.

“How…what…” you stammer, unable to form a cohesive and coherent sentence. Caleb sighs and takes your hand. He flattens your palm against his chest.

How heartbeat is slow and steady…it’s there. You gasp, bottom lip trembling, legs slowly becoming jelly.

Tears freely flow down your face as the realization of his existence sets in.

He’s alive.

He’s here.

He’s breathing.

His last memory of you isn’t you ending your friendship and avoiding him for the rest of your senior year of high school.

You collapse to your knees, hand digging into your chest. A sharp pain slices into your chest as your fingernails dig into your skin in an attempt to grab your heart and to scream at it to calm down. The pounds from your heart makes your ears ring, drowning out the endless pitter patter of rain. Even your lungs feel as if they are on fire, unable to suck in and inhale the oxygen that you need to survive.

Your eyes open and Caleb’s face is right in front of yours. You can hear him speak but cannot make out a single word that he says. He gently helps you back to your feet.

“Take it easy,” his words seep through the sound of your heartbeat, “breathe.”

His hand slides to the back of your neck, warming your body, and his thumb gently grazes the side of your neck. You inhale through your nose, holding it for a few seconds before slowly exhaling until all of the air is out of your lungs.

“Does she know?” the question pops out of your mouth before you can stop it.

How could you even ask that at a time like this? You should be seeing if he’s okay! If he’s in any sort of trouble that you can help get him out of.

Did he fake his death? Has he been alive this whole time? When was he going to come see you?

Caleb sharply inhales through gritted teeth, pulling away from your face. You watch him closely, bottom lip trembling.

You know. You know the answer.

Of course she knew before you! She is his beloved, the one person he will spend the rest of his life with. It’s laughable to even think that you stood a chance against her.

“Actually,” you interrupt him, covering his mouth, “don’t answer that. I really don’t want to know.” Even though every fiber of your being screamed blood murder at you to figure it out.

Is he dating her? Has he ditched her for good? HAs Caleb finally come to the realization that she isn’t some angel that came down from the heavens.

His purple eyes blink at you, perplexed by your actions. Caleb speaks into your hand but his voice is a mere muffle. You sigh and look out at the pouring rain.

You need to get home.

You need to get home and get away from him.

You need to relieve yourself of any memory, item, or scent that can remind you of him because, well, he clearly isn’t yours to have.

If you stay any longer, you’re going to end up crying in the rain, unloading all of your emotions onto him. And Caleb, who has risen from dead, doesn’t deserve to hear any of it. He’s innocent in all of this and no matter how angry and resentful you can feel towards him, you’ll never be able to hold it against him.

“Get home safe, Caleb,” you breathe the words out, slowly releasing your hand from his mouth.

You push away from him and bare the thundering rain on your own, hugging your jacket to your body. You sprint across the street, desperately needing to get away from him.

Caleb watches you with wide eyes, captivated by the woman you’ve become.

You’ve lost all the baby fat in your cheeks. Your hair is longer and is styled to perfection.

You’re bolder. Funnier, even, whether it’s intentional or not. Caleb laughed at your jokes in the cafe, particularly the ones that George didn’t find funny.

Whatever. He’s an idiot.

He heard your laugh from inside the cafe and got drunk off of it. He found himself smiling wider than he has before in the past year.

You took his mind off of his stressful job, which he just came back from, and relaxed his body. He didn’t think about how ling he stayed in that damned tunnel nor did he think about his connections with Ever.

Your laugh turned off the fight or flight switch that perpetually stayed on inside his head. It did pain him, though, to know that you were out with other guys. This George fellow is not your match. He’s a Sul-indulgent prick who only talks about himself.

And what the fuck is a video game consultant anyways?

His job is nothing compared to being a Colonel in the Farspace Fleet. You’ll surely be impressed with that.

You did always say you loved a man in a uniform.

His purple eyes flicker with excitement. He steps out into the rain and follows in your exact footsteps. Once he’s across the street, he turns around and stares at the cafe you two once sat in.

She walks out with her friends, umbrellas covering their heads. They smile and laugh with one another, teasing as thunder booms in the background. He chuckles at their umbrellas but his smile quickly fades when he realizes that you didn’t have one.

Silly girl. Now he has to check in on you and make for sure that you don’t catch a cold.

His gaze drifts to her but the spark he once felt isn’t there anymore. She’s…boring now. Caleb tilts his head back and laughs.

How could he have been so blind?

His focus has been on her all along but you…you are something else.

Captivating. Intoxicating. Enchanting. Hilarious. Fascinating.

Your fruity perfume formed a tent in his pants. Have you always smelled like apples and cinnamon? You encapsulate an autumn evening. Suddenly, he loves it when the leaves change colors and fall from the trees. He’ll never let you fall ever again.

Caleb doesn’t know how he let you slip through his fingers so many times. You live in Skyhaven, too, right under his nose. He should have found you sooner.

He should have gone with you to the homecoming dance. He regrets not watching you during the countless games you’ve invited him to. He should have closed the door in her face when she petered you two when you needed to study for the math exam. It was never your best subject. Lucky, he excelled in it.

And he should have fucking gone after you when you told him to fuck off all those years ago.

But now?

Now Caleb’s going to take back the time he missed out on. Surely, you’d feel the same way when he comes back? After all, he does know where you live now.

Six floors up. The fourth room from the left. You have a stained glass butterfly hanging in your window. He’ll see it up close soon enough.

He stands outside your apartment building with a bright smile on his face, staring up at your bedroom. He can see you move throughout the living room, your shadow painted against the far wall. His eyes follow as you slip into your bedroom. You look out the window.

What are you looking at? I’m here. Show me anything. Give me the signal I need to come and save you.

You turn on a lamp. The light points up to the butterfly, illuminating the blue and orange colors from the glass.

You’re so thoughtful.

How did you know those are his favorite colors?

Caleb chuckles to himself, shaking his head. His feet carry him to the entrance of your apartment building, just barely sneaking in as a couple leaves. He thanks them and sneaks to an elevator, stepping inside as he presses the button to your floor.

Thank you for the signal, he thinks to himself, I’ll be there soon.

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sitting in sakura's lap, grinding your pussy against him until your lower halves are slick and syrupy and you're both boneless with pleasure. he looks so good, bangs damp with sweat, heterochromia eyes taking in every inch of your body. "you're so handsome, haru," you tell him, and just like you thought he would, he groans and slots his cock between your gummy folds, hand like a vice on your hip as your pussy clenches above him. you barely have to move before he slips inside you, the sucking wet heat of your cunt a welcome inferno. " "you always make me feel so good," you pant into his neck, and only seconds later, he's babbling out an apology and shooting ropes of cum against your cervix

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Helloo if I may ask can you do where kusuke makes a little device that removes saiki's x-ray vision and seeing that the reader is pretty?

Pls say yes AND thanks for reading my request beautiful person that i adore 😎.

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This was a thought that once occurred in my head; whether I can verbalize my thoughts and write them down is another can of worms.

tiny drabble, may expand on this one, tbh. Not proofread 💔 (none of my works are)

Kusuo knew opening packages from his brother was a mistake—though his mother insisted. Good grief.

He half expected some weird prototype, or even some freaky gag gift—the usual. What did he find? New glasses and antennas, which was odd. His glasses worked fine, maybe it was some sort of prank? His antennae was quite fine as well.

‘To my dear little brother,’

‘I write and deliver to you, my newest prototype! I wish you enjoy my latest findings, and thank me for them. You must use the new set together, you cannot mix and match them!’

‘Warm Regards,’

‘S.K’

Just how annoying could his brother get?

With gentle precaution, Kusuo replaced his glasses and antennas. He didn’t notice any initial difference. Maybe it was some sort of prank? Would he feel a shock? Would he realize that kusuke is monitoring him now? All questions were answered when his father entered. How strange, he wasn’t muscle and tissue…but rather his father. Kusuo’s eyes widened by a small margin.

“Ku, your friend is downstairs, they’re here to see you.”

It was you, you were the only one his mother let in without calling him down first. Perhaps his mother sent his father as a messenger. He merely nodded, he didn’t need his father pestering him with his newfound sight. With his normal, silent grace, he followed his father halfway before she deviated to be in her room.

Nothing could prepare him for the first sight of someone that wasn’t his family. What words could he use? He never used beautiful, handsome, striking, cute, or pretty to describe an organism…so how could he describe you? How do you attribute pretty and cute properly? Sure, he’s seen photos of people, more or less skin, with or without his consent, but they’re not physical. You there and three dimensional. How could words describe you? Skin and eyelashes. Smile lines and crinkled eye corners. Pores and color. Your picture and your personality. Is this how attraction felt? Is this how boys felt when Teruhashi walked by?

No, it couldn’t be. You were the real thing, to him you would be the only real thing.

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Thankyou for doing the chuuya type headcanons! You didn't dissapoint at all and I totally agree that he would be much more flexible in his type than fyodor would. I can definitely see him being a bit possessive. In a kind of guard dog way haha! Please please do some dating and nsfw headcanons!!

From the Anon who asked for Chuuya

Hello, my dear. The NSFW headcanons are here, and I have also written some dating headcanons. ♥️

N A K A H A R A C H U U Y A

Dating headcanons.

Chuuya x fem!reader

Dating Chuuya is a unique experience—one that feels equal parts exhilarating and comfortable, though always with a bit of intensity.

From the moment you become his, Chuuya isn’t just dating you—he is committing to you in every sense, even if he does not always show it with flowery words.

His actions speak louder.

He is not the type to be all over you publicly or shower you with overt affection in front of others, but when you are alone, you can feel how deeply he cares.

He is incredibly observant.

Chuuya pays attention to every detail, from the way you smile when you see something you like, to the way you subtly shift when you are uncomfortable.

He may not always express it verbally, but you will find that every gift, every gesture, is a reflection of the little things you have shared with him over time.

While he is not the best at picking up on every subtle hint, he will remember the important stuff, so expect surprises that feel personal and meaningful.

Chuuya is incredibly thoughtful when it comes to dates.

Though his lifestyle may not allow for spontaneous trips or long weekends away, he will make sure that the time you do spend together is memorable.

Whether it is a quiet night in, a dinner at a fine restaurant, or an intimate getaway, he plans everything down to the smallest detail.

He is not one for extravagant public displays, but his thoughtfulness will shine through in ways that make you feel cherished and understood.

He is protective, but in his own way.

Chuuya is fiercely protective of you, though it is not always the kind of protective that is obvious to the outside world.

He will not hover, but when it comes to the people you are around, he will keep a careful eye on them.

His concern for your well-being will never be far behind, though it is often shown through actions rather than words—like making sure you get home safely, checking in with you during stressful moments, or doing little things that make your life easier.

His love is not conventional, but it is unwavering.

When you date Chuuya, you learn that his love is shown in the little things. It is not about grand gestures for him—it is about making you feel like you are the only one who matters.

Whether it is choosing the perfect wine for your dinner, knowing exactly what song will make you smile, or holding you close when the world feels too loud, Chuuya’s love is a quiet strength that you can feel in every touch and word.

He has a complex view of intimacy and affection.

Chuuya is not big on PDA, and he is not the type to publicly announce his feelings. But when it is just the two of you, he is tender and caring in his own way.

He wants you to know you are loved, and he will go out of his way to show it.

He might not always be openly affectionate, but he will often give you small touches—a hand on your back, a soft kiss on your forehead—that are enough to make you feel secure in his love.

You are the center of his world.

When Chuuya is with you, he is entirely present.

Despite his busy lifestyle, he will make sure that the time you spend together feels significant.

Whether he is planning a quiet night in or taking you out for a date, you will always feel like his first priority.

While he is often surrounded by chaos, when it is just you two, everything else fades into the background.

In a relationship, Chuuya likes to maintain a sense of control, but it is never about domination—it is about ensuring that he can protect and care for you.

He does not want you to feel helpless, but he does want to guide you, especially when it comes to navigating the challenges in his life and yours.

You will never feel like you are alone when he is by your side, and that constant support will make you feel safe and cherished.

The intimacy in your relationship will be intense, but deeply meaningful.

Physical affection with Chuuya is not just about sex; it is an extension of the trust and emotional connection you share.

He will always prioritise your comfort and pleasure, but he will also want to explore deeper levels of intimacy with you—whether that is through soft, lingering kisses, quiet moments of touch, or deeper, more intense expressions of love.

The dynamic between you two will always be filled with moments where you feel entirely seen and cared for.

He is not a fan of sharing you. (And he won’t. Ever.)

Chuuya does not like to share what is his, especially when it comes to you. While he is not possessive in a toxic way, you will feel his territorial side come out in subtle ways.

If someone gets too close to you, he is the type to step in and make sure they know exactly who you belong to.

You will feel secure, but also like you are his one and only—something that will be reassuring and maybe even a little thrilling.