Yoomin

I’m just throwing in whatever ideas I have ^v^

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Sae(?) x Fem!Reader

tw: grammar errors, alcohol, poorly written crack?

basically, your boyfriend dumped you. you saw him again. you hurt him. or at least, you thought you hurt HIM

i’m sry idk how to write summaries

“PWAH!”

Your friends flinched in their seats when you slammed your glass down onto the table, wiping your mouth before raising a hand towards the kitchen. “Grandma! Another bottle please!”

You sigh and lean back with a lazy smirk, “starting today, I’m going to live my life single—happy, healthy! No need for a man to provide for me!” You declare, voice slurring from the amount of drinks you consumed the past hour.

“R-right…”

“You go, girl.”

Once the grandma whose restaurant you and your friends were at placed two more bottles in front of you, you wasted no time opening one before pouring more into your glass.

You brought the rim to your lips, then paused when your gaze drifted and landed on the tv screen. Your eyes twitched at the sight of Itoshi Sae—your ex-boyfriend, who decided to dump you for soccer.

It was an interview after a game all the way in Spain—the one you bought a ticket for only for it to end up in the trash after the break up.

Noticing your bubbling anger, your friend quickly held out a hand to block your view from the tv. “Come on, don’t look at him! He’s not worth it!” She nudged your other friend’s foot underneath the table, who jumped before quickly nodding in agreement.

“She’s right! He totally fumbled. And, he’s going to fumble that career he chose over you anytime soon!”

“Psh,” you mumble before chugging down your drink again, eyes turning glossy. “Whatever. ‘ts not like I care anymore.” You slurred, dropping your face down onto the table with a loud THUD! “It’s not like I was a bad girlfriend! In fact, I put more effort than he did into our relationship! He was the one who spent the last two hours trying to convince me that a long distant relationship will work out—but oh nooo, apparently not!”

You flipped off the tv, but quickly brought your hand down after noticing that the screen was no longer showing your ex-boyfriend, but a baby in an advertisement instead.

Thirty minutes later, you stormed out of the restaurant, leaving your friends behind to pay the bill. Once they finished, they hurried after you.

“(Name)!” They shouted as they rushed to follow you.

Ignoring them, you continued walking, steps wobbly while your purse was barely hanging off your shoulder. You approached the bus stop you usually take to go home and plopped down onto the bench. Breathing out, you leaned your head back.

Your friends caught up and stopped next to you, catching their breath. “Seriously! Don’t run off by yourself like that. You’ll get hurt!” One of them chided.

You waved them off to dismiss them, “I’ll be fine. You can go home.”

“Go home?” Your other friend scoffed, then gestured at the bus stop, “‘fine’?! You’re not even at the right bus stop, you drunk idiot!”

So loud…You thought, closing your eyes before nodding off. Your friends squeaked when they saw your body tipping off the bench. Before they could catch you, they were shocked to see someone grab you by the arm instead.

You blinked. Your half-lidded gaze lifted, and immediately stiffened upon seeing those familiar teal eyes with the underlashes you used to always gush over.

“…”

“YOU!”

You shot up, then pointed an accusing finger at the man.

The athlete, startled by your sudden yell, regained his composure and pointed at himself. “Me?”

The moment he caught a whiff of the alcohol coming from you, he immediately brought the back of his finger to block his nostrils. “What the hell? How much did you drink?”

“Enough to beat your ass! Come here, asshole!”

“(Name)! NO! What are you doing—“ Your friends could only watch in horror as you suddenly threw your head back, headbutting the man square in the nose before he could react.

He yelped from the pain and stumbled back, “what the fuck—?!”

“That was for my pride, you little shit! Come here!”

“Stop!” Your friends pulled you back, “are you crazy?! (Name)!” They screamed when your leg stretched out to kick him, only to graze his knee instead.

“Let me go!”

“Stop it, what’s gotten into you?!”

“Someone might call the police, cut it out!”

“Let me hit him one more time in the neck!”

“(NAME)!!!”

A sharp pain ran through your head and you groaned, turning over to bury your face in your pillow from the sunlight.

…

Wait, pillow?

Your head snapped up only to find yourself in your bedroom. Bringing a hand to your throbbing temple, you frowned. When did I get here?

You turned and screamed at the sight of a man sitting on the floor next to your bed, a bucket resting on his lap. With his head bowed while sleeping, all you could make out was his dark hair.

However, your scream quickly awoke him, and you were even more shocked to see your ex-boyfriend little brother—blinking back his drowsiness.

“What—“ you stammered, “what are you—“

Rin groaned and ran a hand through his locks, before wincing and holding his bruised nose. “Seriously, what the hell is your problem?”

a/n: my eyes just opened when this idea struck me at 2am. probably sucks, mb bros

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Like father, like son.

Phainon x fem!reader

“Oh…” (Name) held her head, “Kephale, my head—“

“Oh Titans! What are we going to do?!”

“You go that way. I’ll go search at the Marmoreal Market!”

“Not again…”

“Bless our hearts…”

Quiet murmurs spread through the classroom as the students eavesdropped on the school faculty staff’s frantic voices outside. Some cast uneasy glances at the desk that had been occupied only ten minutes ago.

“Did he escape again?”

“Wow, he’s really good at being sneaky…”

“As expected from the son of Lord Phainon!”

“Shh! We’ll get in trouble if we keep praising him!”

“Oh boy…”

Silver-white locks fluttered by a gentle breeze.

(C/n) grinned when he saw some of the teachers running out of the school building from the side before turning and leaving the school grounds.

The boy huffed in irritation. “Seriously, they’re always watching me sooo closely just ‘cause of dad. ‘Don’t do that!’ ‘Lord Phainon will be displeased!’ ‘Please be careful!’” He mocked them to himself while he weaved his way through the bustling streets of Okhema, making sure to avoid the teachers searching for him.

“Wanna go home and train swordsmanshippp,” he drawled, “I’m going to be a warrior anyway. Why do I have to study at school?” He pouted and kicked a pebble in frustration, before pausing when he caught a glimpse of a strawberry-blonde head.

Immediately recognizing the figure, he gasped and ducked behind a fruit stall. Why is HE here?! Isn’t he supposed to be at the Marmoreal Palace??

After waiting for about a minute, (c/n) carefully peeked over the edge of the stall. Relief washed over him when he found the spot he was in empty.

“What are you doing?”

(C/n) let out a startle yelp and he whipped his head, his gaze meeting the man’s amber ones. “Uncle Mydeimos!”

Mydei folded his arms as he stared down at (c/n)’s sheepish expression. “Shouldn’t you be at school? Did you guys get dismissed early?”

“I—“ (c/n) blinked, and he let out a nervous laugh. “Oh you know… school’s been making me feel sooo tired lately, so, I’m skipping!”

“Skipping.” Mydei repeated, his brows furrowing. He knew (Name) wasn’t the type to let her son skip school simply because he was tired. Unfortunately for the boy, his uncle was far from convinced.

(C/n)’s eyes quickly darted around at his surroundings, searching for an escape route—which didn't go unnoticed by someone like Mydei.

“(C/n)—“

“(C/N)!!!!!”

The boy’s face paled at the familiar voice of his mother. He turned his head, and his eyes widened in horror when he saw (Name) standing a few feet away, panting heavily with an expression that tells (c/n) he won’t be able to get away with his smooth words later. guess who he got that from hahaha ok sorry

Without hesitation, (c/n) broke into a sprint, ignoring both his uncle’s and mother’s call.

He stopped at a corner, then hurried to a staircase that led up to the roof of a nearby building. He recalled the time when he once watched his father sparring with Uncle Mydei right here.

He squeaked when he nearly lost his balance and dropped on all fours to quickly regain it.

Swallowing his saliva, he slightly leaned over and looked down at the ground below and shivered, realizing he was much higher up than he had thought. His father had strictly forbidden him from climbing onto any roofs in general. Now he sort-of understood why.

“Phew! That was superrr close!” (C/n) wiped a sweat from his forehead, dropping onto his bottom for a temporary rest. “Heh, does this count as training?” He asked himself.

“(C/n)!”

He snapped out of his trance and glanced down, seeing his mother below with a mix of anger and worry on her face with Mydei standing beside her.

“You are in big trouble, young man! Uncle Mydei is going to come up and get you. You better stay put!”

“…”

He blinked, then stood up.

Looked at his mother dead in the eye from above.

Then stuck out his tongue and let out a raspberry.

“You little—!”

He turned and began walking across the roof with a cheeky grin, but his steps wavered the moment he took his sixth step as he slowly started to lose his balance. His heart sank instantly, his mother’s horrified and uncle’s voices ringing out as they called out to him. Just as he was about to cry when he felt his body tilting off the edge, he felt something—or rather someone, grasp onto the back of his shirt and lift him off his feet.

“Alright, little man, that’s enough of a cat and mouse game for you.”

(C/n)’s breath hitched when he saw his father staring at him with mild amusement.

“Papa!” The boy squealed and he squirmed in his grip, “no! I can’t go home yet!”

“Oh?” Phainon cocked his head to the side with a teasing smile. “Then… do you want me to put you down?” He playfully extended his arm outward, letting his son dangle in the air nearly more than twenty feet off the ground instead of the rooftop. Both (C/n) and (Name) let out a scream, while Mydei watched, unamused.

“Phainon!” (Name) yelled, “you better stop!”

“Well? What will it be?”

“Okay!” (C/n) cried, “I’ll go home and face my punishment like a good son!”

“There we go! See, wasn't so hard!” Phainon chuckled as he brought the boy close to his chest, who in response clung onto him for dear life.

“Oh…” (Name) held her head, “Kephale, my head—“ she stumbled forward, to which Mydei had to catch her by the arm before she fell face first.

a/n: lowk mid, MIGHT delete this later or maybe edit idk cs this is really unedited

a/n (edit): finished editing. still don’t rlly like it much. might delete this when the time comes eventually

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Kaiser x Sister!Reader (platonic)

tw: abuse, implied murder

angst no comfort hahaha

“You are loved, Michael.”

“I Swear.”

LittleBrother!Kaiser who swore to make his older sister the happiest girl in the world.

LittleBrother!Kaiser whose arms would wrap around his older sister while she quietly sang a tune.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who would watch his older sister admiring a dress displayed through the glass of a boutique shop, in contrast to the shabby one she usually wore.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who would notice how little food sat on his older sister’s plate compared to the portions he and his father received, despite being the one who cooked with the little ingredients they had.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who would act like he was full, pushing his half finished meal towards her on the table.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who clung onto his older sister who was hunched over him as their drunken father kicked at her back and shouted curses at them.

LittleBrother!Kaiser whose back is turned to his older sister as he lied on their shared bed, listening to her quiet sobs.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who would help his older sister untangle the knots in her hair that was pulled and yanked by their father earlier with a brush.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who sat in the corner of his room, counting the money he had managed to save up.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who smiled to himself as he gripped the bag after leaving the shop, imagining the pure happiness on his older sister’s face at the sight of the dress she always wanted.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who was met with punches and curses from his father the moment he saw the dress, but miraculously didn’t take away.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who frowned when he couldn’t find his older sister in the house.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who ended up falling asleep waiting.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who woke up to her side of the bed still empty.

“…”

LittleBrother!Kaiser who stood expressionless as the police continued to explain what happened in the alleyway near their home.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who resented his older sister for leaving him, even if it wasn’t by choice.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who threw the dress across the room in a fit of anger before stuffing it into the trashcan.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who slowly forgot her face as years went by.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who would often find himself humming the tune she always sang to him, even after he left the hellish house and became a famous athlete.

LittleBrother!Kaiser whose face fell when he saw the back of a woman wearing a familiar dress during one of his runs.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who returned to his expensive home with an emotionless expression.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who saw his old soccer ball sitting in his walk-in closet, the outer layer cover his older sister had managed to glue back in place peeling off again.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who slowly picked up the soccer ball, finding a handwriting written on the peeling area of the cover.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who read—No matter what happens, your older sister will always be here for you. You are loved, Michael.

LittleBrother!Kaiser whose tears finally fell from his eyes for the first time since her death, calling his older sister a ‘liar’, yet also calling her name out repeatedly.

LittleBrother!Kaiser who swore to make his older sister the proudest girl in the world.