#I DELETED THE OLDER ONE SOBBING

[softenkiss]

breakin their heart (pt 1)! yandere knights of favonius ଓ

tw. yandere, obsessive + posessive behavior, delusional behavior, clingyness, stalking, kidnapping, drugging, rumors & being pressured into things (reader)!

notes. rewritten based on the old post (which has been DELETED,, rip 😔 dw though the others are still privated) enjoy loves (and i hope you like this style of my writing!!) ♡

jean:

oh boy. she does NOT take it well. she's literally like :(( the whole time.

girl is trying her hardest to stay calm but it's hard 😔 the love of her life is literally leaving her,, how can someone not expect her to freak out?? she's trying her damn hardest to convince u to stay. it's her busy work schedule isn't it? she'll make time for you, she swears!! you can even stay in her office as she works if it's not possible. just don't go...

(jean doesn't come to the conclusion that no, her work is not one of the main reasons why you're trying to break up with her. it's her freakish obsessive behavior. and no, she probably won't ever come to that fact either. definitely gaslights herself and goes right back to thinking that her load of work is the main and ONLY reason why ur trying to leave).

when the words leave your lips, she's shaking. blunt and icy, jean's not used to u sounding so cold! her hands are trembling and she can't bear to look at you, drowning your words out because archons...she bear to look at you right now. she already knows that she'll break down into tears and start sobbing pathetically.

keeps quiet and most likely let's you leave with only a few pleading words. you deserve someone better, someone that actually has the time to love and care for you, but by the gods...she couldn't (and wouldn't) let that happen! you both belong together, even if you don't seem to see it.

(which is totally understandable, she gets it, she gets u! she'll be better just for you <3)

overloads herself with work, paperwork mostly. duties related outside remind her too much of you. she'll pass by windrise and literally start bawling (that tree over there was the same one where u both had you're first date!). the other knights are extremely worried about her, and it's not too hard to put the pieces together.

(lisa walked into her office once to her literally sobbing while holding a picture of you in her arms,, her sadness is very easy to see)

some of the knights try (maybe even forcefully hint at it too? they're desperate) to get you back with jean,, coming into ur house and informing you of her behavior. if that doesn't work, jean will...eventually take things into her own hands.

gifts and a overwhelming flow of letters sent to you are her ways of getting you back! ur door is practically loaded with stuff and you always end up tripping over something when you walk out the door. her gifts are sentimental and always (attempt) to alick a memory back into ur head.

(the pink roses she leaves you brings up the time she made a whole garden just for you, or the fancy set of jewelry u once mentioned that you wanted. she has a good memory and writes anything you mention you want down in case she forgets <3)

if you even show the slightest bit of fondness in her gifts/letters, jean immediately takes this as you wanting to get back together. and boy,, does she start amping her efforts up to 100%. i can see her also starting to act a little better and the other knights are just like 'jean seems to be getting better! we should try to help out so she's feeling better again!' and start pressuring you again. they, along with jean, are very persistent and won't stop until you get back with her :))

amber:

thinks ur very silly and just kisses your cheek! just another silly moment from her darling partner, you're hilarious! it'll take a while to convince her otherwise that no, you aren't being 'silly' right now and that you want to break up with her because she's an obsessed weirdo.

(and to stop trying to tickle u in an attempt to make you laugh. because she will definitely bounce on the fact as soon as she sees you start to crack a smile. she knew you were joking! you're smiling and everything!)

and even then, after showing her that you actually mean it, she's...laughing. it's strained and slightly nervous, but she's laughing. her lips twist into a (fake) smile and she justs itching to grab you. ur arm or anything! you have to be joking...right? her smile will widen into a grin that makes you uneasy, though u stay quiet.

opposite of jean completely, doesn't even try to hide how upset she is. just starts clinging into ur arm and begging and pleading for you to stay. oh archons, you can't leave her, please! please, don't go! please...? she begs of you...

you'll literally have to drag yourself back home with her clinging onto ur leg /hj. she will NOT let you leave omg 😭 on a serious note though you could probably just push her off (u gotta use your muscles her grip is tight as hell 😔) and just leave her there sobbing. she'll get over it, amber always does! it's for the best for both of your sakes (...mostly for ur sake though).

amber comes to work looking a MESS. eyes puffy and hair all frazzled. everyone's worried for her and wondering what happened, and soon she just starts sobbing again. she's misses you so much and will literally start crying in the arms of whoever embraces her first 😭

once the knights are informed of the situation (because unlike jean, amber can't help herself and spits out everything),, they're going RIGHT to u. you think you're about to be arrested one day when two knights are at your door but they're literally just there to get you back with her lmao

girlie is a mess without u. she can't eat, sleep, work, nothing. all she can think of is you and it's just so hard to get out of bed 😔 she will...someday with the pursuit of getting you back! yep, that's what she'll do and she'll do it well!

boy,, she does NOT leave you alone for even a second. she's all over u and literally acting as if ur still dating. she's buying you gifts, food (tons of food, lots of food), and even writing you letters (even if she's not...all that good at it- she's trying her hardest, okay??). the knights are also helping her too because seeing the energetic outsider so depressed is not something they want to see :(( ...atleast they care??

give her a inch she takes a fucking MILE. thanking her for paying for your food? you obviously want her back omg,, it's a sign!! she's squealing and literally so happy and ur just trying to enjoy the food and just 😐🍕

(she knew you wanted her back!! she just needed to court you again and gain ur love back! she promises she'll never make the same mistake again, she swears!! she knows how much u hate her popping into ur house unannouced and stealing your stuff so she won't do it! ...as much)

kaeya:

woe is him and he is woe... 😔

he's just so hurt, heartbroken even. the love of his life is breaking up with him, just leaving him as if the relationship between you both wasn't anything. he's just so sad,, sniffle sniffle...

...

seriously, though. he's just :)) throughout ur whole breakup speech. you'll be going off on how u noticed he's been stalking you and the way hes been distancing you away from ur loved ones and he's just grinning and shit.

obviously this pisses u off because he's just taking this so...nonchalantly?? archons,, you can't stand him! u walk out steaming and he can't help but grin and watch you walk away. he's confident, that's for sure. like he knows you'll come back.

but how wrong he is, because unfortunately (for him) you don't! he watches you even before the 'break up' and he's watching you now,, and you seem so...relaxed. happy, even. better off without him in your life.

(this won't do at all. don't you know u mean so fondly to him? don't you know he can't live without you? your disregardment for his feelings really breaks his heart, y'know?)

has a very particular plan on winning u back up his sleeves,, just you wait :)) it'll all start with him being so kind and gifting you things you know you want (or need), and being a corny lovey dovey letter writer (shakespeare wannabe). this'll last for a good month or so and if he sees no sign of process,, it's time for the other part of his plan!

(he obviously has layers to this. this is you he's trying to win back, he's gotta put in all the stops!)

this...is the part where things get a little messy for u 😬 he necessarily doesn't want to,, but his other plans revolve him doing worser (hint! hiding you away is one of them!), so this is for the best for both of ya, okay?

people are going to start avoiding you. with some, it's sudden. with others, it's slower, but it's not unnoticeable. it's strange, because you don't remember doing anything wrong to anyone, but everyone's avoiding you! ...except your little secret admirer (who really isn't so secret,, he signs all the shit he's get you proudly 😇)

and who's behind all this weird behavior from the people in mondstadt? well give it up for ur ex, kaeya alberich! he's a snotty little weasel,, and you have a inkling feeling who the perpetrator was (and ur right!! kaeya thinks your a very smart cookie!!). confronting him won't get u anywhere honestly because he won't admit to it, he has nothing to admit! ...unless you get back together, of course :33

it's all up to you really. facing the rumors with ur head up high and avoiding him won't get you much anywhere as he'll just end up snatching you away after a while (he loves and hates how mentally strong you are sometimes!). and giving up will just have you back in his arms, which was he wanted from the start! he won this little game of urs fair and square!

lisa:

she's drugging your ass lmao

joking...kinda. she's not going to start pleading and begging for you to say, though she's obviously going to be upset. she has emotions, can't you see? she's frowning so deeply 😞

lisa doesn't want you to leave her. she loves you! if that wasn't obvious with how keen she is of having you all to herself and throwing off potential rivals in pursuit of u, then she doesn't know what is! won't you atleast share a cup of tea with her first, just before you go?

(DON'T drink the tea. it's drugged and you will fall asleep before even finishing the cup)

and hey, even if you don't wanna relax with her for the last time, then you both can still be friends right? or atleast hang out possibly? she's rather persistent but it doesn't come off as clingy/pathetic because she's just rather calm about it all. and unlike kaeya, she's not faking dramatics and just let's you leave.

(obviously,, this is all just ruse to get u back into her arms. she's saddened, really. she truly is. she truly didn't expect for u to see her...darker behavior but she always knew you were a smart cookie <3)

will give you a week or two before she's slowly inching back into ur life. she'll give you a small wave, a quiet hello, etc etc. it's little things really. short conversations soon start happening again and she'll just ask u how ur days going, that sort of thing. she just wants to see how her favorite person is doing! nothing wrong with that, hm?

it'll slowly come to the point where she's offering you to share a cup of tea with her, just like when she tried to break up with u. you can obviously say no, but she'll still want you to take this special batch she has!! it's rather tasty and it's good for calming the drinker down <3

...

liar.

you'll end u stuffed somewhere. it's cold, so extremely cold and ur night clothes aren't much help (she did say the tea was for calming, and u really couldn't sleep that night!). ur obviously scared, but that immediately turns into frustration as soon as lisa appears and tells you her whole plan. tell her that she lied about the tea being for calming and she'll literally just tell you that it wasn't technically a lie! you were still relaxed in your last moments in your home, weren't you? 🙂

(situation will end up the same even if you don't end up taking in the little baits she set up so perfectly for u to take. she didn't expect you to be so smart! she'll just have to go into your house with the key u never took back from her and put something in ur drink, easy peasy :))

[stevebabey]

hey guys how to talk urself off the ledge when all the work you did last night is for no reason at all gone when you open ur document this morning

[soap-ify]

staring at my inbox so hard right now

[spookyji]

easy l.hs

cw. noncon, older brother’s friend heeseung. don’t like it don’t read it. hmm might delete later. not proofread

sunghoon’s not a good brother. sometimes it feels like he’s forgotten your existence, if it wasn’t for the way you’ve always tried to beg for his attention, he really might have. and he’s never cared, not once. ten years old, hiding the whole days in a closet, hoping he’d realize you were missing. walking home from school in the dark because he never remembered to pick you up, preoccupied with whatever brothers do to try and forget they have baby sisters. nothing’s changed; unread texts and countless missed calls, sunghoon’s frost unmelted and resistant as always.

maybe that’s why you’ve ended up in this situation. sunghoon and jake in the living room, blasting some game on the tv loudly, clatters of beer cans and rough laughter. jake was nice enough to say hi. it’s hard to forget your brother’s words. ignore her, sunghoon groaned, or else she’ll think we want her around. his words sending you backing away, heart crushed, and straight into heeseung’s broad chest, a 6 pack hanging from his fingertips. and maybe through your tears, you didn’t see the way he looked at you like a cute piece of nothing. delicious prey. or maybe you were so desperate for someone’s attention, you took heeseung’s.

bad idea.

bruises already forming on your soft skin, darkening splotches on your thighs as heeseungs hands force you down, a sharp pain as his hand hits your ass sharply. a smirk painted on his lips as your tear glossed eyes look up at him over your shoulder, strands of hair sticking to your cheek as pleas slip through your lips. please don’t, you cry, trembling beneath him as heeseung scoffs at you, the fat tears slipping down your cheek eyes almost amusing, cry all you want, no one’s going to hear. the television loudly blasting down the hall as your hiccups go unheard, his fingers easily hooking into your shorts, your chest heaving with broken sobs, barely able to watch as they’re tugged down uselessly.

try anything, and i’ll make it hurt more than it has to, heeseung whispers in your ear, a hand easily forcing your face into your pillow as your cries are cut off by the lack of oxygen, tears soaking the fabric as your fingers desperately try to reach back, weakly grabbing at his wrist, as if begging for mercy. and just as your throat burns for air, his grip is released as you gasp for air, choked with tears. so fucking easy. a hand on your back keeping you down, as his fingers prod at your clothed pussy, shame burning beneath your skin as wetness begins to soak your panties, so much for not wanting it… shit, you’re just a slut, his voice barely audible.

it hurts, it burns with the stretch as his length fills you, your muffled cries hidden beneath his quiet groans,, so fucking tight. your fingers desperately clinging to your sheets, rough thrusts pounding into your body without care, painfully hard grips on your waist as heeseung abuses your pussy for all his pleasure’s worth, lewd slaps of skin on skin filling your ears with the sick sound. your pleas turning into unintelligible whimpers, the will to resist lost to fear and weakness.

swears laced with his rasping voice, scratches from his nails stinging on your skin, ugly bruises marring your skin so perfect only minutes ago. so dirty to be used like this, feeling every crude thrust deep in your guts, heeseung’s cock wrapped in your warm, wet pussy, your body giving in and sucking him in deeper, a pleasurable hole to his desires. and when he’s done with you… would anyone ever realize? jake and sunghoon don’t give a damn… drunk on cheap beers and a taste for ignorance. and heeseung? drunk on an easy fuck.

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where’d heeseung go? jake asks, his gaze nonchalantly turning over his shoulder. why should i care? sunghoon scoffs, tipping back his can for the last sip. flickering tv screen, volume up. no big brother to the rescue.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Love To Hate | Daniel Ricciardo x Gasly! Reader

Summary: Daniel Ricciardo is known for bickering with Pierre Gasly's older sister online. The fans love it but they suspect there might be something more behind it.

Warnings: Swearing. One sexual innuendo. Female reader.

Takes place in the 2022 season so Daniel is with McLaren.

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mclaren spot the difference #MonacoGP tagged: landonorris, danielricciardo

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YourUserName the one on the left can actually drive

→ user1 wtf does she know about f1

→ user2 um, her baby brother is a gp winner so…

danielricciardo @/YourUserName coming from the woman who failed her driving test twice

→ YourUserName @/pierregasly you weren’t supposed to tell your little racing friends that!

→ pierregasly do not drag me into this nonsense.

landonorris @/YourUserName thanks pookie

→ danielricciardo more like pukie

→ YourUserName you’re just mad that he gets bitches and you don’t

→ danielricciardo okay, cradle snatcher

user3 mom and dad are fighting again

danielricciardo here’s to a good weekend 💪

→ YourUserName ass licker

→ danielricciardo you wish.

→ maxverstappen1 can you guys do your foreplay privately

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YourUserName soaking up the sun before the madness resumes (01/06/2022) 🌻

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danielricciardo i need to bleach my eyes. please cover up before you mentally scar someone else.

→ user5 he says like his jaw didn’t drop when this came across his timeline

user6 how to become y/n gasly

→ YourUserName have an annoying brother and endure his equally insufferable friends

lilymhe the only reason i’m still with alex is so i have an excuse to spend time with you in the paddock

→ YourUserName we could get married and then you could see me all the time??

→ alex_albon it’s a good thing I’m used to this or i might cry

→ georgerussle63 don’t lie. i can hear you sobbing from my hotel room.

MaleFriend wow 🥵 → danielricciardo try harder (comment deleted)

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PierreGASLY you’re both certified yappers. it’s why the two of you together is a nightmare

user7 hmm, okay but why were you two together in the first place if you hate each other…

→ danielricciardo I was bullying her

→ YourUserName pierre ditched me to talk to a pretty girl and daniel was making fun of the fact that i got lost

→ LandoNorris i wouldn’t have left you… just saying 👀

→ YourUserName i’m 10 years old than you, boo.

→ LandoNorris age is just a number

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danielricciardo preferred mode of transport... fast

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YourUserName title of your sex tape “i'm in love with my car”

YourUserName someone’s clearly compensating for something

→ danielricciardo omg why are you so obsessed with me. get out of my comments, stalker

→ YourUserName let’s not forget you stalked me first

→ danielricciardo where’s your proof

→ pierregasly here. you begged me for her instagram until i gave in

→ danielricciardo and then i realised what a bitch she was

→ YourUserName just ‘cause i wouldn’t blow you

→ pierregasly i need you to delete this

user1 this man is so fine

user2 i’d like to ride

→ YourUserName you’d have more fun with the car

→ user2 omg hi queen

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YourUserName last race of the season today. just wanted to say a big ‘well done’ to my baby bro. so proud of all you achieved this season and i know you’ll go on to kill it next year! 🍾 #AbuDhabiGP

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YourUserName yes, i know one pic has daniel. no, it’s not an announcement of our friendship. i just like how scared pear looks

user8 i have never been more attracted to a frenchman before

danielricciardo and who is that handsome man

→ YourUserName there is not a single handsome man in this post; charles was sulking out of the frame

→ pierregasly 1) i am very handsome, 2) stay away from charles, he’s too nice for you

→ danielricciardo and too pretty

→ charles_leclerc stop it or i will fall in love with all of you

→ YourUserName @/pierregasly i’ll stop if you promise to get rid of daniel so i don’t have to see him again

→ danielricciardo and deny you of my bakery 🍑

→ user9 it's cake, honey, but you tried

user10 anyone catch the camera panning to y/n when daniel’s car spun out in qualifying

→ user11 talk about delulu

→ user12 because he almost crashed into her brother so obvi they would show her

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pierregasly a huge thank you to my support system. je t'aime grande soeur 🌸 (she forced me to post this, please send help)

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YourUserName you’re such a liar! you were legit crying to me last night about how nice it is that i still come to all your races and then said you wanted the world to know

→ pierregasly don’t expose me!

→ landonorris come sit in my car instead. rub a little luck on it

→ user12 never beating the no rizz allegations

danielricciardo @/landonorris probably best she doesn't, she’s clearly a curse, mate

→ YourUserName and how many races did you win this season?

→ danielricciardo i hope pierre pushes you off the plane tomorrow

→ YourUserName i hope you get run over in the pits

alphatauri we love having you in the garage

user1 agreed. her hair looked so pretty today and he ruined it

user2 only for him to then completely forget what he was saying when he realised she was wearing a white shirt? yes! it’s been playing in my head

→ user3 can’t say i blame him. i too was no better than a man 👀

user4 but the way he covered her body with his the second he realised to stop the camera focusing on her see-through top

→ user5 and then gave her one of his shirts because she was walking around in a mclaren top until pierre yanked her into the alphatauri garage

→ user6 guys, this is bare minimum. him being hot doesn’t make this extra chivalrous

user7 another angle of that video showed it was an accident. he can be seen saying sorry a billion times and after that, they put a border around the fountain

YourUserName posted a new story danielricciardo reposted your story

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YourUserName happy 4 year anniversary to my professional car crasher tagged: danielricciardo

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user1 i knew it! they all called me crazy

danielricciardo delete this. you said you would be nice. i’m a champion! how many trophies do you have, huh

→ YourUserName depends on how many i steal from the trophy case in our living room (plus, those are replicas)

→ user2 our?!?!

charles_leclerc but i thought you loved me?

→ YourUserName i do, citrouille. but, daniel and pierre are keeping us apart.

user3 4 years? this means they were together when he was still at red bull! what did you think about him leaving?

→ YourUserName i'm not allowed to talk about that

landonorris congratulations, mum and dad

→ alex_albon congratulations, mum and dad

→ georgerussell63 congratulations, mum and dad

→ YourUserName i didn’t sign up for this responsibility

→ danielricciardo they’re a package deal, babe. they come with me

maxverstappen1 oh, thank god. It was so hard keeping this to myself in interviews

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danielricciardo contrary to popular belief, pierre is not my favourite gasly

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YourUserName aww, mon coeur, you actually used nice photos

→ danielricciardo don’t speak french to me, you know it turns me on

→ maxverstappen1 i miss when you publicly hated each other

pierregasly you take that back!

pierregasly that’s it. you’re off the Christmas card list

francisca.cgomes wonderful, daniel, now he’s sulking

→ YourUserName you get used to it. they may seem cool but all f1 drivers are essentially big crybabies

→ danielricciardo hey!

→ charles_leclerc hey!

→ pierregasly hey!

→ alex_albon hey!

→ landonorris hey!

→ carlossainz55 hey!

→ georgerussell63 true

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[coco-loco-nut]

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

pairing: grid x reader, ex x reader

a/n: i changed the lyrics up a bit bc we don’t simp after guys, they simp after us like the queens we are

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The cameras flash as you step out of your uber, sparkly party dress and a fake smile plastered on your face. You just won at Imola so you can’t skip out on the after party.

“Lights, camera, bitch smile,” you repeat in your head as you walk into the club and make your way to the bar.

“Shots for the winner!” Lando yells, you kinda miss when he was awkward and didn’t know how to be social.

“Great idea, Norris!” you yell back, throwing the shot back. You know there will be cameras on you all night as you party, so you take up your motto. Fake it until you make it.

“Another one!” Yuki cheers. Another shot to drown out your pain.

“Kid, how are you doing?” Lewis pulls you aside, as you hear someone say that you are having the time of your life.

“I can show them lies,” you say through your smile. Your former teammate knows better, he was there when you found out anyway.

“The fucking bastard!” you throw your stuffed animal at the wall from the spot on the floor where you cry. You got a text from an unknown number, well a picture. Your boyfriend clearly in bed with another girl. You delete the text and let yourself cry.

Lewis walks into your room, immediately sitting beside you and holding you as you cry. He’s the only person besides you and the person who sent the picture that knows about that photo.

“He said he’d love me all his life,” you sobbed and Lewis rubs your back.

“He’s dead to us now,” Lewis’ words are a strange comfort, not mourning the short relationship.

“All my fans keep asking when I’m going to win again, as if I didn’t just win today,” you hide your grimace with a smile.

“They are never satisfied, they always want more,” Lewis emphasizes.

“That’s okay, it just means I get to party like it’s my birthday,” you grin, walking back to the bar.

You didn’t handle the breakup like you should’ve, instead of confronting him, you chose to ghost him, change the locks on your doors, and change your number. You were never public, so it wasn’t able to ruin your reputation.

“Ma’am, there is a guy here for you, claiming to be your boyfriend. Should I let him up?” the doorman asks, he’s new so you stop your crying session and answer.

“Boyfriend? I don’t have one, tell him I’m not home and don’t let him in again,” you say, wiping away the tears so you can get ready to go out to a party. Alcohol is your vice of choice to cope with your broken heart.

As you sift through your drawers for a top, you find one of his shirts, crucial evidence that you didn’t imagine the short relationship. After all, you could pass a test on all the sleep deprived and alcohol induced delusions you’ve had since the breakup.

You hold your breath for a second, debating what to do with it. It is a comfy shirt after all, but the fireplace looks so inviting. Lighting a match, you toss it with the shirt into the fireplace, setting the wood and shirt on fire.

The next day you step out at fancy sponsorship event, cameras flashing as you pose on the red carpet. George slides into the spot beside you, taking on his duty as teammate and older brother figure.

“Fake it till you make it,” George reminds you softly, noticing your faltering PR smile.

“I’m a tough kid, I can handle my shit,” you tell him with a smile, mostly reassuring yourself. Your stilettos are killing you already, but you have to walk in them all night so you can’t take them off.

You find yourself in conversation with the sponsor, without Toto or George.

“We hope you keep winning, win more, get more money,” the older man says with a tight smile, trying to be lighthearted but failing.

“I have been hitting that mark lately,” you reply with the same tight lipped smile. Out of the corner of your eye, you see your ex with a new girl on his arm. The same man that said he’d love you for all time. ���Excuse me,” you quickly set a hand on his shoulder as a goodbye, escaping to the empty outdoor balcony.

You can feel the walls closing in as you slide to the ground, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. You barely notice when George sits beside you, rubbing your back.

“He doesn’t have a right to make you cry, or show up here,” George says quietly after a minute. He and Toto know how miserable you are, and this isn’t helping.

“He’s so obsessed with me, and I can’t keep avoiding him, it’s draining,” you wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“You just need to show him how well you are doing without him, even if to you it’s fake. But in my opinion, you are. You have been driving better, and winning on the track. You’ve helped us land three new sponsors, and the only people who know how miserable you are is Toto and I,” George starts to tangent before stopping himself.

“You know you are good when you can do it with a broken heart,” you chuckle, feeling a little better. George pats your knee before standing up.

“I’ll be inside, come in when you are ready,” he says, stepping inside. You pull out your phone and make sure you look like you haven’t been crying. With a newfound boost of confidence, thanks to George, you step in looking better than you have in a while.

“Try and come for my job,” you say to yourself with a bit of a smile.

“Ah, there she is! This is my driver, Y/n L/n. Y/n, this is a sponsorship representative from Monster,” Toto says, pulling you into the conversation. From his body language, you know he is concerned about you, but you make sure he knows you are okay. And you do, because you take home yet another grand prix that weekend, feeling better than you have all season.

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Kill Bill

{Paring: Ex Boyfriend Jake Sim x Crazy Ex Girlfriend Fem! Reader

{Genre: smut, dark themes, serial killer au, toxic relationships, angst, 18+ so (mdni).

{Summary: In which, you refuse to let the love, that you and Jake once shared die. The love you harbor for Jake is dangerous, an obsession, is what they would call it. You would do whatever it takes to get Jake back into your life, even it meant killing his new girlfriend. If you can’t have Jake Sim, then no one else could.

{Warnings: explicit scenes, dark scenes, mentions of murders, psychopath behavior, manipulation, obsession, stalking, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), choking, squirting, knife play, blood play, cum eating, reader is very unhinged, etc, just read along bestie🙂

{Playlist: Kill Bill~Sza, Break up with your girlfriend, I’m bored~Ariana Grande, Wildest Dreams~Taylor Swift, After Hours~The Weekend, You Right~Doja Cat, Chase Atlantic~Into It, I’ll Kill You~Summer Walker(feat. Jhené Aiko).

“I’m so sorry Y/n, but I can’t do this anymore”

“I think, it would be best, if we just called it quits”

“You’re just too toxic for me”

“Goodbye”

Those words replayed in your head like a broken record, like a broken melody that you can’t seem to comprehend. Those were the last words, Jake said before he walked out of your life one year ago. But it feels like just yesterday, the pain and suffering, still fresh like newly painted walls.

Here you stand in the rain, your hair and body getting beyond drenched, but you just stood there lifeless, alive but dead inside. You stare at the families and couples in the park, Jake always loved parks you thought to yourself. He would, always surprise you with a picnic dates, just you, him, and his dog Layla.

You didn’t even realize you were crying, until you realized the water falling down your face wasn’t just from the rain, but a shower of your tears. You missed him so much, god so so much, you yearned for his touch, you yearned to hear his soft voice. You didn’t realize, you started walking again, until a loud car horn knocked you out of your train of thought.

“Hey! get your head out of the clouds lady, and watch where the fuck you’re going” The older male screamed from his car, glaring at you one last time, before he sped off in a hurry. You barely reacted, as you continued to mope across the street, your face drained of life and vibrance.

You made it back to your lonely apartment, the silence being so loud. Your apartment was a mess, you haven’t cleaned your apartment since the day Jake left, it reeked of rotten food and dirty laundry that you have yet to wash. You sighed exhausted, plopping down on your bed, as you set in silence.

Like a waterfall, the tears kept flowing down your cheeks, how could he leave you? Didn’t he love you? Weren’t you supposed to be his everything? You questioned yourself, as a wrecked sob erupted from your chest, you just wanted to turn it off the pain hurts so bad.

Suddenly the sound of your phone buzzing, interrupted your crying session, you wiped your cheeks quickly and aggressively, before picking up your phone. You looked at the Caller ID and saw that it was your best friend Dina calling you.

You haven’t really spoken to anyone since you and Jake’s breakup, in fact, you blocked half of your contacts except your mom, Dina, and of course Jake’s but he definitely has you blocked, he might have even deleted your number. You sighed before clearing your throat, trying not to make it obvious, you’ve been crying your eyes out.

“Hello” You said, your tone came out low and wrecked, you cringed upon hearing your own voice, you almost forgotten how your own voice sounded like.

“Y/!?! Oh my god, you finally answered, why haven’t you’ve been returning my calls?” Dina’s voice ringed through the line, her voice carrying a tone of concern, and relief that you finally answered. You bit down on your lip so hard, that blood started to draw from it, the bitter metallic taste hitting your tastebuds.

“I’ve been busy” You said nonchalant, your tone lack of empathy and compassion. You heard Dina sigh over the phone, the sound of a turning signal comes through the line, indicating that she’s driving.

“Too busy, that you can’t even call your best friend since 1st grade back?” Dina replied, she sounded kind of hurt by the lack of care you have, at the fact you both haven’t spoken for over a month. Your grip on your phone tightened, you loved Dina, of course you did, but right now all you wanted was to be alone and hope to drain in your sorrows.

“Look Di, I just have a lot on my plate right now, I’m sorry I haven’t been returning your calls. Have you spoken to my mother?” You inquired, you had totally forgotten you had a mother, a mother that loves and cares about you so much but you’ve abandoned her.

“Everyday she calls, asking if I was able to get ahold of you, she misses you Y/n and she’s worried sick. You should call her, don’t keep worrying your mother and me” Dina said, you went silent, before finally replying with a low “Okay”.

“I’m coming over” Dina said, you could hear the faint sound of her engine roaring, indicating she’s speeding down the road. You rolled your eyes, before responding.

“You didn’t ask me, if you could come over, to my place” You said annoyed, adjusting your position on your bed. You didn’t want Dina to see you like this, but you knew there was no changing her mind.

“Last time I checked, I’m your best friend since forever, I don’t really need to ask for permission. Dina chuckled, you didn’t even try to stop her or put up a fight, your energy was low and completed.

//

“God Y/n, what is that awful smell in here. What are you hiding a body in here or something? Dina said, making a gag noise, as she pinched the bridge of her nose, to keep the funky scent from traveling into her nostrils.

“Yeah sorry, I haven’t really been able to clean this place up yet” You mumbled, moping into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water. Dina looked at you with disappointment, worry, and sadness. You weren’t the Y/n she once knew, you were depressed, lazy, and dead to the world.

“You gonna tell me what the fuck is going on with you Y/n? Because this isn’t you, the Y/n I know, would never let her apartment smell and look like this. Dina said sternly, folding her arms across her chest. You looked away from her, swallowing harshly, before replying honestly.

“I’m just still not over Jake, I just can’t believe he left me Di, after three whole years of dating he just abandoned me” like an ON switch, the waterworks came crashing down, as you were hysterical crying. As the past events, of Jake walking out that exact same front door, that Dina just walked into 5 minutes ago.

“Y/n baby, it’s been a year since you and Jake broke up, it’s about time you move on and start a new chapter in life” Dina said, rubbing soothing circles on your back, and looking at you with a sympathetic look on her face. The thought of, starting a new life, without Jake by your side made your chest tighten.

What was life if Jake wasn’t in it? Was it worth living? You couldn’t go on, knowing that Jake’s out there somewhere, still breathing, living his best life. While everyday, you’re here in your lonely shitty apartment, living in your own personal hell picked out just for you.

“You don’t understand Di, I’m nothing without him, he’s the reason for my existence, he’s the oxygen to my lungs, I’ve never loved someone like I love Jake” Your voice quivered, your lips trembling, as you reminisced about the times Jake would wipe the tears off your face whenever you cried.

Dina didn’t know how to respond to that, instead she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.

“Let’s go out tonight” Dina quickly said, you looked at her in disbelief, shocked that she would even suggest you go out in the position you were in right now. Of course Dina knew you weren’t in the best shape to be going out clubbing, but she was desperate to get you out of your slump.

“What do you mean go out? Like clubbing? I don’t think that’s a good idea Di, I’m not really in the right headspace. You replied, you could feel the anxiety creeping up on you like a ghost, the thought of going out and acting normal like you weren’t going through hell made you sick to your stomach.

“On come Y/n, you need this, you need to put yourself out there again and forget all about Jake Sim.” Dina said, coming over and grabbing you up from the bed, you whined and groaned telling her to let you go, but she wasn’t letting up.

“This is not an option, you’re hitting the club tonight and you’re getting laid” Dina said, rummaging through your closet, to find an outfit that was “club appropriate” she said. You just stood there watching her, rolling your eyes, and mumbling stuff under your breath.

Finally she pulled out a short red dress, with a slit on the side, that was pretty high. You rolled your eyes, watching as she turned around and threw the piece at you, wiggling her eyebrows for you to put it on. After several tries, of persuading you to put on the dress and go out tonight, Dina finally succeeded.

“You look hot as fuck babe, promise you will meet someone tonight, that’s going to make you forget all about Jake” Dina said, as she stood by you in the mirror, the both of you checking out yourselves in the mirror.

“Operation forget all about my ex, is now in motion”

//

The club was packed like usual, bodies on bodies, and the smell of alcohol and sweat lingered all over the crowded room. Here you stood idly in the corner of the club, the dress feeling uncomfortably tight to your skin, and the loud music blasting through the speaker was causing you a headache.

“Here I got you a drink” Dina came from the bar, handing you a glass of some pink looking drink, you took the drink immediately, taking a big sip of it. Dina just chuckled and downed hers as well, the drink was actually pretty good and you’re definitely going to be ordering one again.

“How are you feeling? You’re not feeling uncomfortable right, just say the word and we can leave right now” Dina said, her tone carrying a sense of encouragement to it. You waved her off, and told her you were feeling okay, for once you actually started to feel alright.

“I’m good, I’m acutely kind of thankful you dragged me out tonight, I would still be crying in my bed right now.” You reassured your best friend. You started to awkwardly scan the club until your eyes landed on a particular figure. You could only see the back of him, he was a pretty tall gentleman, kind of long black silky hair and dressed in a latter jacket and jeans.

You thought he seemed so familiar to you, so you continued to eye him down. It wasn’t until he finally turned around, did you realize exactly who he was. Your heart dropped to your ass, when you took in the appearance, of the gentleman at the bar. It was Jake, your Jake. Your breath hitched, your heart rate picking up, as you watched Jake laugh and talk with the group of guys he was with.

You recognized some of them, especially Heeseung, Jake’s best friend since grade school. You couldn’t believe after a year, you’ve finally ran into him, after so many times of lingering around the spots and places you and Jake used to go to, you never would have thought you would finally see him at a nightclub.

You were frozen in place, you could feel the butterflies erupting in your stomach, as you listened to Jake’s signature laugh that echoed throughout the club, you always adored his laugh, it was the most satisfying thing in the world. You looked to see Dina already dancing with a random guy, so you decided you would go say hi to him.

You were so nervous, so so nervous. You didn’t know what to say to him, should you ask how he’s been doing? Should you ask him why he left you? Should you drop to your knees and beg him to get back with you? A million thoughts ran through your head, as you slowly made your way over to Jake’s section.

“Long time, no see Jake” You said, your voice low and calm” Like time had stopped, Jake turned around to face the voice that he was all too familiar with. His eyes widened when he realized it was really you, his ex girlfriend, the girl he left in the past and wished to forget a year ago.

“Y-Y/n, what are you doing here” Jake tripped over his words, swallowing hard, as he continues to stare at you like a stranger. You could feel your heart breaking slowly, the way he looked at you was so nerve wracking, the light no longer shining in his eyes, only distaste and lack of affection.

“I’m here with Dina, is that such a problem Jake?” You asked, your voice cracking and quivering. Jake swallowed again, before running his hands through his silky hair. Even though you were heart broken, your heart still aches for him, you still yearn for his touch and love.

“No not at all, as you see I’m here with my friends as well, you remember Heeseung, Jay, and Sunghoon right?” Jake said awkwardly, swirling the tequila around in his cup, as his friends greeted you. Your lips twitched into a little smirk, as you realized Jake still love to drink tequila.

“Your hair’s gotten longer Ikeu” You smiled at him, your eyes full of love and lust. Jake’s body tensed at the old nickname you used to call him, you frowned at the look of discomfort written on his face, you were so confused why he was acting this way towards you.

Before you could say anything, a females voice interrupted your conversation with Jake. She was a blonde chick, her body mimicking the super models you see in magazines, her eyes were dark brown and her perfume was so strong and potent.

“Baby! There you are, I was looking for you everywhere” the blonde girl cried out cutely, you watched as she came up to Jake and hugged him, kissing him on his lips. You felt your heart sink like a wrecked ship, your blood starting to boil, and tears starting to prick at your waterlines. Jake looked at you with an unreadable expression, but you could see the discomfort in his face that you were still standing there.

“Who’s this babe?” The blonde girl asked, looking at you with a nasty look on her face. Jake looked at you in the eyes, before he grabbed ahold of her waist, pulling her into his lap before starting to leave little wet kisses on her neck.

“Just an old friend babe, nobody you need to worry your pretty little head about.” Jake said smugly, smirking as he watched the tear finally dropped from your eye. You couldn’t believe what you were witnessing, who was this guy? This wasn’t the Jake you fell in love with three years ago, the guy who asked you to be his girlfriend over ice cream and a movie date.

You quickly turned around and ran out the club, your face covered in tears and snot, as you let all of your emotions out. Here you sat on the side of the road, letting your emotions get the best of you, the scene of Jake flaunting his new girlfriend and kissing her neck in front you was making you feel sick.

Your name phone started buzzing, Dina was calling you but you hit ignore, turning off your phone, as you walked all the way home from the club. When you got into your apartment, you really let it out.

RAGE!!

You screamed and shouted like a maniac, as you started to break everything in your apartment, you grabbed the bat that Jake had left behind, as you smashed the flatscreen tv. You smashed the picture frame of you and Jake on your one year anniversary, you smashed the coffee table, you smashed and smashed until you couldn’t smash anymore.

Your chest was heaving up and down, you were wheezing with anger, as you cried hysterically, chanting out why you, why you out of all people, and how you have Jake Sim’s guts. But deep down you knew you could never hate him, no matter how much he hurt you, you could never hate him.

But there was one person you did hate.

HATRED!!

“I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS, YOU BLONDE UNLY SKANK AND I PROMISE YOU I’ M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU” You screamed out loud, as you stared at yourself in the mirror, the person that stared back at you was someone else, the old Y/n was gone, the demon thats buried deep inside you, has finally come out to play…

You were going to murder Jake’s new girlfriend.

//

“Dude you literally have the worst luck known to mankind” Sunghoon said, chuckling as he takes a big sip from his water bottle, letting out a dramatic ‘Ah’ sound. Jake sighed, as he started to slow the speed of the treadmill. He hoped off the machine, grabbing his towel off the rack and wiping the sweat off his forehead and neck.

“Save it bro, never thought I’ll run into her again” Jake sighed again, as he runs his hands through his hair frustratedly. He can still see the look on your face from yesterday, the death glare you gave his girlfriend, had him feeling uneasy inside.

“I mean, it’s good to know she’s still hot” Jay said, coming around the corner, as he takes a big gulp of his Gatorade. Jake rolled his eyes, and flicked Jay off, Jay always had the hots for you, but he would never act on it and betray his best friend, he sees what time of timing you’re on.

“Well my Chaewon is better, but enough about my crazy ex girlfriend, I wanna be able to sleep good tonight.” Jake said before hopping back onto the treadmill, continuing his workout.

What they all didn’t know, was that you were hiding in the back of the gym, a hat on your head and a mask covering your face. Chaewon huh?that was her name, you smiled evilly to yourself, as you let her name roll off your tongue. It didn’t take long to find Sunghoon’s instagram, and find out what gym they all worked out at, I mean the dude is a social media fanatic.

You watched as Jake ran on the treadmill, droplets of sweat dripping down his toned torso and forehead. You bit your lip, letting out a quiet whimper, as you started to feel an ache forming between your legs. Your panties were getting soaked, with your arousal, you couldn’t wait to be able to have Jake inside you again.

“Soon you will be mines again Jakey” You whispered to yourself and smirked before walking out of the gym. When you got back to your apartment, you immediately started researching Chaewon, and stalking their social media accounts. It was almost too easy to find her, being you found out indeed she’s a model.

On her page there were pictures of her in designer clothes, and on trips to foreign destinations. But what really made you want to rip her head off her body, was the picture of her and Jake, they were in the picture kissing each as they held hands in the park.

THE SAME PARK HE ALWAYS TOOK YOU!

You could feel yourself heating up, you were boiling with rage, and you couldn’t wait to release it on her.

“Pretty soon, I’m gonna rip that little smile right off your face, Chaewonie” you chuckled before slamming your laptop closed and rubbing your hands together menacingly.

//

You sat quietly in the corner of the ice cream shop, your hat and mask covering your face, as you watched Jake and Chaewon on their ice cream date. Jake loves ice cream, cookies and cream to be exact, you also loved that ice cream flavor, that’s what you two always had in common. You watched as they fed each other’s ice cream, like a happy little couple.

Your fist clenched at your sides, your flesh and knuckles turning white, from how hard you’re squeezing your hands. They both laughed and talked, and of course Chaewon took a bunch selfies of them together. It’s funny how Jake is taking her everywhere he always took you.

The park, the ice cream shop, the movie theater, the beach, you couldn’t help but smirk and think that Jake still loves and misses you, you still have him wrapped around your finger you just know it.

You hated seeing him happy, why did he think he could be happy without you? Why did he even think he was allowed to be happy and move on with his life, without you by his side. You could feel your heart rate quickening again, that tight lump in your throat forming.

You wanted to end it now, drain the life out of her body, as you watched her body slowly turn cold and pale. You wanted to torture her slowly, as Jake watched, his precious little Chaewon die right in front of his eyes. You didn’t realize you were crushing your coffee cup, until you felt the hot liquid run down your skin.

But nothing was more painful than seeing your beloved, eating your favorite ice cream with another woman. You took one last look at them before getting up from your seat and storming out. Jake watched the door to the ice cream shop slam opened and shut. His eyes frowned, when he saw the back of the women that just stormed out of there.

If he wasn’t mistaking, he would say the women’s figure resembled you, but maybe he was just going crazy. Little did he know it was you, and you had been stalking him and Chaewon this whole time. But sooner or later he will find out, and it won’t be a pretty sight to see.

//

“Dude I’m telling you, I think Y/n is stalking me and Chaewon, I don’t know I just get the feeling that was her” Jake said in distressed, as he picked at his ramen, no longer hungry for the savory goodness.

“Oh come on dude, I think you’re just being paranoid, there’s no way Y/n would go as far as stalking you.” Heeseung said, his mouth full of ramen, as he took a big sip of his can coke.

“You don’t know Y/n, like I do Hee, she’s a fucking psycho. Do you remember when we all went on that camping trip, and One of Jay’s friend girls was hitting on me. Well the poor girl woke up to all her hair falling out the next morning.” Jake said, shaking his head, as he replayed that memory in his head, you always took things to the extreme.

“Ehh I mean she kind of had it coming, Plus hasn’t Lia always thrown herself at you? She was dumb to do it in front of your girlfriend” Heeseung said, shrugging his shoulders and smirking.

“Ex girlfriend you mean, but seriously dude, I’m going crazy, it’s like I can feel her everywhere. Like she’s watching my every move, just like last night, I felt like someone was standing over me and Chaewon in the bed.” Jake replied, swallowing hard, as he looked around the room paranoid.

“Oh shit, do you really think she broke into you and Chae’s apartment? Don’t you guys have like some type of security system or something?” Heeseung said, his ramen now forgotten, as the conversation started to get interesting and serious.

“I’m almost positive she did, and I have proof” Jake said, pulling out an anklet bracelet from his pocket. It was gold anklet bracelet, with his initials on it. You always adored this anklet bracelet, in fact, you never took it off ever. The gold piece, was always dangling from your ankles, as he fucked you dumb in missionary.

It’s like you purposely left it there, as a warning, as a reminder that you’re watching him. And Jake could feel it too, his skin crawling, and the hairs on his neck standing up.

“Dude! I think you need to go to police station, and file for a restraining order” Heeseung said, his voice carrying a tone of, seriousness and fear for Jake. Jake placed his head on the table, sighing dramatically, as he ran his hands through his hair.

“I gotta talk to Chaewon about this”

\\

The sound of Chaewon’s footsteps, echoed throughout the dark alleyway, as she walked by herself: she had just gotten off work, and she was beyond exhausted. She was so ready to get back home to her bed, and also back to her sweet boyfriend Jake.

She pulled out her phone, sending a text to Jake, that she was on her way home. She smiled brightly at her phone, her fingers moving swiftly across her phone screen. Little did she know you were following right behind her, your footsteps slow and calculated. Your hoodie hung low over your head, your face full of hatred, as you watched the girl twitch her hips as she walked.

Suddenly Chaewon started to feel weird, like she was being watched. She turned around to look behind her, not seeing a single soul in sight, just the passing cars and the busy night city scene behind her. But she couldn’t shake the feeling, that someone was hot on her trail.

She started to quicken her steps, looking back and forth frantically, as she could hear footsteps coming closer but nobody in sight. She’s running now, her heart beating out of her chest, as fear takes over her body. Then suddenly she’s being grabbed, her life flashes before her eyes, before a sharp pain stings her neck and everything goes black.

//

Chaewon’s eyes fluttered open, she struggled to adjust to the bright light. Her head felt heavy, a sharp throbbing pain rushed to her skull. She looked around to see she was trapped inside an abandoned building, her arms and feet tied together, and duct tape sealed shut over her mouth. She tried to scream, tried to shout and set herself free from the restraints, but she was hopeless.

“Well, aren’t you a pathetic little thing aren’t you Chaewonie?” You said, coming from hiding in the shadows of the darkness, a menacing smirk on your face. Chaewon’s eyes widened, fear and confusion written all over her face. God you loved that expression on her face, her widened eyes with fear locked into them.

“I bet, you’re weren’t expecting this is how your Saturday night would go right?. Oh well would you look at that, looks like you and Jakey had a movie date tonight.” You chuckled sarcastically, holding up her phone in her face, she barely was able to make out the messages on the screen, from the tears falling from her eyes.

Chaewon didn’t know what the fuck was going on, why did you kidnap her? How did you know her boyfriend Jake? Was she really going to die here alone, by the hands of a psychotic stranger. She said something muffled, her body moving around, as she tried and tried to fight off the tight ropes wrapped around her body.

“Oh how rude of me, did you have something to say to me” You feigned innocence, and empathy, as you ripped the tape off her face. Chaewon winced at the sudden pain, breathing hard, as she struggled to regain control of her breath.

“W-Who are you, and w-why are you doing this?” Chaewon asked, her voice shaky and laced with fear. You giggled, before twirling the ends of your hair, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“Don’t you remember me?, the woman from the club, the other night? Jake’s so called old friend” You said, folding your arms across your chest, as you waited for her response. She stared at you for a moment, and then it her, the other night from the club, you were the woman who looked at her and Jake like you wanted to kill them.

You smirked at the realization on her face, stepping closer to her, and leaning down to be face level with her.

“Well, I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but I’m definitely more than just an old friend. I’m Jake’s first love, his first kiss, his first fuck, the only women that’s worthy of being in his life.” You spat in her face, your eyes dark with anger and resentment.

Chaewon stared at you back and laughed, her facial expression mocking. You frowned at her antics, your first tightening it’s hold on the chair, fuck was she laughing at? Did she think this is some sick fucking joke? Well, I mean I guess she should get her last laughs in, being that soon she will part this earth.

“Wow! Jake wasn’t lying, you are a crazy bitch!” Chaewon yelled, her eyes widened with disbelief and sarcasm. Suddenly, a loud smack, echoed throughout the quiet room. Chaewon’s cheek stung with pain, and turned a shade of red. Her ears were ringing, and her head felt stiff.

“Fuck you bitch! Jake’s a fucking lying piece of shit! He’s the reason why, you’re in this position right now. If, he would have never walked out of my life like he did, you wouldn’t be here facing your ending. You shouted in her face, your chest heaving up and down with rage.

Before you could continue on, Chaewon’s phone ringed, a picture of her and Jake popping up on the screen. You smiled, before picking up the phone off the ground, and waving it in her face before answering the call.

“Hey darling, where are you? Why can’t I see your location?” Jake’s voice came through the line clearly, his tone sounded concerned and worried. You faked a gag sound, before speaking into the phone.

“Wow, isn’t she a grown women Jakey? Didn’t know, she had to report to you like some little servant.” You chuckled, twirling the ends of your hair again, as you smiled uncontrollably over the phone, you loved hearing his voice so much.

“Y/n?! What have you done with Chaewon!” Jake shouted over the phone, you could hear muffled sounds of him moving around over the line. you assumed, he was gonna come to her rescue, and that’s exactly what you wanted. That’s right Jakey baby, come back to mama.

“Ouch! Didn’t think, you would think the worst of me baby, you know I wouldn’t hurt a fly darling” You fake pouted, cooing over the phone and giggling.

“Y/n stop, please stop with the damn games, where did you take my girlfriend” Jake yelled once again, his grip tightened on his phone, he knew he should have met up with Chaewon, when she got off of work tonight.

“CALL HER YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND ONE MORE TIME, AND I SWEAR TO GOD, ILL GUT THIS BITCH LIKE A FISH” You screamed into the phone, picking up the knife, and pointing it at Chaewon. Chaewon let out a terrified scream, shaking her head frantically, begging you please not to use the knife on her.

“Okay, Okay! I’m sorry Y/n, I won’t call her my girlfriend anymore, just please don’t hurt her” Jake pleaded with you over the phone. You rolled your eyes before twirling the sharp object around playfully.

“Call me baby, and I might just spare her life” You said, a playful yet unhinged edge to your voice, sent an uneasy chill down Chaewon’s spine. You were fucking crazy!

“I’m sorry baby, so sorry, just please don’t hurt her” Jake cringed at his own words, he couldn’t believe he was calling you baby, knowing that his girlfriend was right in front of your face, and she could hear everything being said.

“Awe, you’re so cute Ikeu. But, you’re going to have to give me a better apology than that. You know, I’m a woman who believes actions, better than words, so how about you come show me just how sorry you are. I’m gonna, send you the location of where me and your precious little Chaewon are at, and you’re going to show up alone, or I can’t promise I won’t send you a picture of Chaewon’s lifeless body.”

“Time is ticking, Jake Sim”

//

Jake’s heart was beating rapidly, as he ran through the halls of the abandoned building. Anxiety is what he felt, the fear of what was to come, was Chaewon still alive? Did you hurt her? Was this all some fucked nightmare? Maybe if he pinched himself hard enough, he would wake up from this shitshow.

Suddenly, he heard a painful shriek echoed throughout the empty building. He recognized Chaewon’s cries, and he headed in that direction. Finally he stumbled upon an old surgical room, then he realized he was in an abandoned hospital.

The doors flew up to the surgical room, and there Chaewon was, her face red and bruised, blood dripping on the side of her face with a mean cut. And there you set in a chair in front of her, your legs crossed and a devilish smile plastered on your face. Jake’s heart sinked, at the image of his girlfriend bruised, and bleeding.

“It’s about time you show up baby, almost thought you going to stand me up” You chuckled, standing from the chair, as you made slow steps towards Jake, your hips swaying side to side as you walked. Jake eyes were full of anger and disgust, but that only turned you on more.

You looked him in the eyes, before wrapping your arms around his neck, and pecking his lips softly. Jake closed his eyes, as a tear ran down his face. He knew if he pushed you off, or rejected you, it would be consequences. So for Chaewon’s sake, he played along.

“Why are you doing this Y/n?” Jake said, his voice shaking and breathless. You smiled and bit your lip, grabbing ahold of his face, and caressing his cheeks.

“I’m doing this all for you babe, just wanna show you just how much I love you Jake. I would do the impossible for you, I’ll even kill a bitch for you” You said, looking back at Chaewon, and winking.

“Y/n… we ended our relationship a year ago, what we had in the past is gone now, the love we shared is non existent now.” Jake said carefully, slowly removing your hands off of him. Your smile dropped, your first tightening, your eye twitching with electric fuse.

“How could you say that to me Ikeu, don’t you see that we’re perfect for each other, our love for each could never die, our love is simply inseparable!” You shouted in his face, pushing at his chest, and getting all in his face. Chaewon sat and watched everything, she continued to sob, wondering how the fuck did she get herself in his shit like this.

“God Y/n! That’s only in your imagination, some fucked up fantasy, you’ve created in your head over time. We were never perfect for each other, our relationship was toxic, all we did was fight all the time and instead of addressing the elephant in the room, we just fucked it out.”

Your eyes were dark with anger, your chest puffing up with rage, you wanted to hit him so bad. But no matter how much he hurt you right now, you could never lay a finger on him. Instead you stepped away and put your face in your hands.

“Y/n, I’m sorry I hurt you, but the woman I love is Chaewon, and that’s not changing. Not now, not ever, what me and you had is done” Jake said, stepping away, and walking over to Chaewon. Silly Jakey for thinking it be that easy, he was hit in the back of the head with a bucket, letting out a pained grunt, as his body dropped to the ground.

You laughed hysterically, holding your stomach, and the knife that’s now back into your hand. You leaned down to look at him, caressing his face with knife, the sharp tip of it, tickling his cheekbones.

“Did you really think it would be that easy Jakey? You would come in here, and put me down with your words, and save your pathetic Chaewon.” You laughed out loud again, letting the knife slightly pierce Jake’s soft cheek, blood staring draw from the small cut.

You licked a stripe of his cheek, humming at the bitter metallic taste. Jake looked at you with disbelief, terror written all over his face, when he realized just how unhinged you are.

“You’re going to fuck me Jake, right now, right in front of your man stealing slut.” You spat, pointing the knife at Chaewon. A broken sob erupted from Chaewon’s chest, pleading with you not to do this. You just rolled your eyes, and ignored her pathetic sobs, as you cut the fabric of Jake’s shirt down the middle, exposing his toned stomach.

Your mouth was watering at the sight, your hands trailing down his chest, your eyes never leaving his. Jake let out a shaky breath, he felt so disgusted with himself, his body betraying him, feeling himself getting turned on.

You locked eyes with Chaewon, as you started to lick on Jake’s abs, slowly rolling your tongue All over his chest and vline. You could see Chaewon’s first clenching at her sides, you just knew her blood was boiling, and that only amused you.

“Gonna make you feel so good Ikeu, just surrender to temptation, and let yourself feel good.” You said, now unzipping your hoodie, showcasing the dark blue lace bra, your perky tits on full display. Once again Jake’s body betrayed him again, his cock twitching at the erotic sight.

Jake wouldn’t admit it, but he was always crazy about your body, when you guys first broke up, and he got with Chaewon. The first time he and her were intimate, it was the same. Of course sex with Chaewon was amazing, but she simply wasn’t you.

You climbed on top of him, staring deep into his eyes, as you started to leave little wet kisses on his neck. You smirked to yourself, when you felt his very obviously bulge, poking your clothed core.

“You see that Chaewon, his cock missed me so much, he’s hard, as a rock” You giggled, grinding down on his bulge. Jake bit down on his lip so hard, trying to conceal the sounds that threatened to spill from his mouth.

“Undress me Ikeu, take my bra off for me, play with my pretty tits” You moaned, your pussy soaking in his lap, clenching around nothing. Jake’s shaky hands came in contact with your bra hook, unclasping it, your big tits bouncing free.

“Fuck….”Jake didn’t realize he had said that out loud, until he locked eyes with his tied up girlfriend, across the room, sadness and betrayal all over her face. You giggled at his reaction, looking back at Chaewon, as you placed Jake’s hands on your boobs.

As if he was possessed, he started to grope your tits, looking up at you with an unreadable facial expression, but you could see right through him. You knew deep down he was enjoying this, you just needed to bring it out of him, and you were.

“Mmm baby, that’s right, suck on them pretty please.” You moaned, running your hands through his fluffy hair. Jake obliged pretty quickly, starting to suck on your perky tits, and lick your sensitive nips. Your body jerked forward, you let out a high pitched whimper, from the feeling of his wet muscle sucking your boobs.

Chaewon watched with horror, mortified by the fact that, the love her life is fucking another women right before her eyes. Her heart shatters, each time, a sinful moan rips from your throat, she looked away, her eyes puffy and red from all the crying she’s been doing.

Jake hates himself, hates himself for having a hard on, hates himself for being so unbelievably turned on by you right now. He should fight you off, defend his girlfriend, not sucking on your boobs right in front of his girlfriend.

You and Jake were both naked now, his head buried between your legs, eating your pussy like nobody’s else’s business. Your loud moans, echoed throughout the eerie quiet building, you looked down at Jake to see his eyes closed, a dried up teardrop visible on his face.

You wiped it away with your thumb, grabbing his hair tightly, as you lose yourself in the feeling of his heavenly mouth, eating at your pussy.

“Fuck Ikeu! That’s right baby, eat my pretty little pussy, ugh so so good baby” You whimpered softly, looking over at Chaewon. She was staring straight ahead, her skin pale, her face drained of the vibrance she once had, before you came along and ruined it for her. Jake told himself he was only doing this to keep Chaewon alive, but was he really?

He asked himself why was he enjoying licking and sucking, on your cunt? why did his tastebuds tingle with satisfaction, every time he flicked his wet muscle against your folds? He might been more sick in the head, than you. Jake’s fingers came in contact with your pussy, rubbing your clit, before sliding a finger inside you.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck Jakey, mmmphh please!” You cried out, you didn’t even know what you were begging for, you always lost your brain cells, when Jake would eat you out, fucking you stupid. He hummed against your pussy, too pussy drunk to be coherent. That sent you over the edge, your legs shaking in the air, as you came hard all over his face.

Even after you had came, Jake’s lips were still attached to your cunt, you pushed his head away, due to overstimulation. Jake looked over at Chaewon, and she was already staring at him. She looked dead inside, betrayed, replaced.

“I’m so sorry Chaewon, I’m so sorry baby” Jake cried, as he slid inside your tight hear, letting out a sigh of relief. You let out a pained moan, from the sudden right stretch, your pussy clamping down on Jake’s huge cock like crazy. He started to rock his hips, back and forth steady, fucking you deep and slow.

“Oh God, f-fuck, you’re so tight for me” He groaned, his strokes getting rougher, as he sets a brutal pace. You screamed to the top of your lungs, wrapping your hands around his body, clawing at his back.

“Yes Jakey, always gonna keep still pussy tight for you. It’s all yours, nobody else can have it!” You whimpered, when he put your legs behind your head, stretching you out, beyond your limit.

“Is that right? Never gave my pussy up?” He groaned, your pussy felt so good wrapped around his cock, he could feel himself slipping into the deep end, his stomach tightening. You replied with a choked out moan, nodding your head frantically, too dumb off his dick to speak.

You looked over at Chaewon, almost forgetting she was still in the room, tears streaming down her face, as he watched Jake fuck into you, like a mad man. You smirked at her, holding Jake tighter against you, as you both chased your highs.

“I told you Chaewon, I’m the only woman Jake would ever love, if he loved you like he- fuck! s-said he did, he wouldn’t be fucking my pussy right now” Jake’s head hung low, shame washing over his body, as reality hit him, it wasn’t about keeping Chaewon alive anymore, it was pure lust, pure want and desire.

“Oh Jake, I’m close, I’m so close baby, gonna cream your cock just how you like it” You screamed, the band in your stomach threatening to snap. Jake was also close, his cock twitching uncontrollably, balls tightening, as he neared his peak.

“Harder Jake, fuck me senseless, want your cum inside of me Ikeu!” You cried out, your pussy clenching snugly around his cock, heat rushing through your body, your legs shaking violently.

“No Jake please! Please stop, don’t cum inside her! I rather die than watch you creampie this psycho bitch” Chaewon screamed out, moving around in her seat frantically, trying everything in her might to break herself out of the restraints. But, Jake took a deaf ear to her pleas, too high and drunk, off the feeling of your pussy milking his cock.

“Shit baby, oh God! Y/n, I’m gonna cum baby” Jake grunted, his hips stuttering, before he shot thick ropes of creamy cum deep inside your gummy walls, letting out a guttural grunt, as he emptied out his balls entirely. His orgasm triggered yours, as you squirted all over his dick, he rubbed harsh circles on your clit, to prolong your orgasm.

The both of you, panted heavily, trying to catch each other’s breath, from the intense highs your bodies just experienced. You felt the room was spinning, your body was spent but satisfied. Jake pulled his softened dick out of your pussy, a hiss following from the sensitivity. He quickly got up, grabbing his clothes off the floor, throwing them back on.

He walked over to Chaewon, shame and guilt plastered on his face. She looked at him with anger, disappointment, and distaste. Jake swallowed hard, leaning down to face level with her, as he grabbed her hand in his.

“I’m so so sorry baby, I had to do it, if I didn’t do it she would have killed you, I would do whatever it takes to keep you alive.” Jake said, his voice shaking, as he kissed her knuckles, untying the ropes off her body. Chaewon didn’t say a word, she gave no reaction, as she fell out the chair, her limps weak from being restrained for hours.

Jake caught her, holding her tightly, and moving her hair out of her face. He kissed her forehead, apologizing repeatedly. You watched the whole scene unfold in front of you, Jake was just balls deep inside you, but still runs back to that skank. You got up, walking over to him, and yanking him off her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! You were just fucking inside me, yet you still care about this pathetic little skank you call girlfriend.” You screamed at him, pushing at his chest.

“Stop Y/n! I only fucked you, to keep her alive. Please Y/n, please just let us be.” Jake pleaded, helping Chaewon up off the ground, you continue to fight him, using your strength to pull him away from her. Chaewon saw that the knife you had was laying on the ground. She quickly ran to pick it up, before charging at you with it.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you bitch!” Chaewon screamed, before she charged at you with the knife, Jake turned around quickly, his eyes widening, when he realized what Chaewon was going to do. Panic surged through his body, his fight or flight instincts kicking in, as he grabbed the knife out of her hand.

Chaewon tried to fight Jake, trying to grab the knife out of his hand, and asking why is not letting her have the knife. Jake repeatedly told her not to kill you, to let you live and just turn you again, but Chaewon had other plans, she quickly grabbed you by the hair, wrapping her hands around your neck, as she started to choke you.

Jake saw the life leaving your body slowly, and he panicked, running over to where Chaewon was choking you, and threw her off of you. Chaewon flew back, her head hitting the ground hard, blood pouring out of her head, her vision slowly getting dark, her pulse slowly slowing down.

“Y/n, are you okay, Y/n can you hear me!” Jake shouted, tears streaming down his face, as he thought you were dead. You regained consciousness, gasping for air. You looked over at Chaewon laid on the ground, a puddle of blood, dripping from her head.

“Jake?” You said, your facial expression unreadable, as you pointed at Chaewon’s lifeless body. Jake turned around, his heart dropping, his face mortified, at the realization what he’s just done.

“Chaewon!” He shouted, and he was going to run to her, but you pulled back, pulling him into a tight hug. Jake tried and tried to get out of your grasp, but your hold was simply too tight.

“It’s okay baby, it had to happen, Chaewon was only a stumbling block in your life, to brainwash you, by keeping you away from your true love, me baby.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around him, as you smiled at him, tears gathering in your waterlines.

Jake sobbed into your neck, you patted his back, allowing him to let out all his sorrows. Did you feel bad that Chaewon was dead? Ehh, not really. Nothing or no one, was going to get in the way of you and Jake no longer.

Jake took one last look at Chaewon’s lifeless body, before you both walked out of the abandoned hospital, holding hands, a new chapter of your relationship was going to be filled.

“I love you Jake Sim, forever and always”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝗇𝖽．



A/n: oh my….. this was a lot?! The plot twist omg?! Guys this is like my first ever horror/dark themed fic, and umm I’m so impressed with myself. I hope you guys enjoy this unhinged project as much as i did! WARNING ‼️ this is dark theme, so if you’re not comfortable with this don’t read it! Reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated🫶🏽

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[inlovewithl3vi]

As a personal head cannon I like to think that one of Belphies powers allows him to almost act like the monster under your bed that you had as a kid.

Of course that one wasn’t real, but Belphie is. And sometimes, he sneaks underneath your bed only a few minutes before you walk in to go to sleep for the night.

You would think his powers wouldn’t be able to be used for good, I mean he’s a demon. But instead of scaring you by making noises that cause you to panic, or making that shadow look like a person, he instead makes sure you’re sleeping ok.

He’ll come into your dreams and make sure that you never have a nightmare, and somehow you always dream of something comforting. Like how some dreams are just weird and don’t make sense, you never dream like that. Because Belphie is right there. He knows sometimes with the chaos of living in the devildom you might want some comfort at night.

On the rare occasion where you do have a nightmare, he’ll lay in your bed and hold you close to him before entering your dream and fixing it.

He’ll never admit it but sometimes he’s scared when he goes into your nightmares. Not because anything you can dream of would scare him but because he hates to see you suffer.

In the end, everything is fixed and you sleep peacefully. But every time he sees you in a nightmare it reminds him of what he’s done to you, how he was the monster in your nightmares. Except it’s wasn’t just a nightmare you could wake up from.

He killed you, he watched his older brother hold your lifeless body and sob. He now regrets ever using you to escape, he regrets ever hurting you too. He feels like you won’t trust him and that he’s not worthy of your love, he’s not like his brothers. They’ve been with you from the start, even if they didn’t like you too much back then. Your nightmares remind him of these thoughts, it reminds him of your suffering.

After anytime you have a nightmare you go to bed alone but wake up with him curled up on top of you, holding you tightly as if he expects to lose you. You never mind it though, you know deep down that you never liked waking up alone. You enjoy waking up and seeing the brothers in your bed, sometimes there’s multiple of them. It makes you feel safe and wanted.

Sometimes you wish you could tell Belphie you know what he does, the nights he’ll stay under your bed to go into your dreams, him changing your dreams, and even saving you from nightmares.

You just wish he knew that you love him, and he will forever be worthy of your love.

I wrote way too much XD I wrote this at 2am so I might delete it in the morning if I don’t like it. I also usually try to proofread a little bit (it’s not always perfect but whatever) but I am NOT rereading all that.

[lara4eclipze]

𝓢tart a war

— ( 🎴 ) I'm gon' try for you I'll fight for you, go off for you I'll start a war.

lara raj x fem!reader, angst, fluff, rivalry, swearing, cyberbullying, crying(?), comfort, wc [?], tags listed below

dream academy had it's up's and down's, for you and lara though? it was all down, i mean imagine this katseye is at the peak of their career, with touch and debut charting so high - well until hybe decided to drop the documentary

most received praise and got attention for the way they handled training, but fans had a different reaction towards you and lara — during dream academy you and lara were never close

yes you all lived in one house but unlike the rest, you never got along with the older girl — it wasn't anything personal, but it was just something you couldn't pinpoint

episode 7, the very episode where you got confronted about being "lazy", you knew some of the girls didn't feel like you deserved to compete — thinking you should've gone before the other girls

you thought the same, and during that confrontation you apologized and moved on with the rest — after debuting you and lara got closer than ever

maybe it was the fact you two discovered how similar you both are, lara loved music just as much as you did — you enjoyed writing lyrics and so did lara

but that day the documentary dropped numerous comments, videos, and posts made about you, titles such as "lazy queen" or "undeserving" were thrown at you, lara received hate too for her reaction to you not greeting her — getting dubbed as a bully

during this time katseye was on their asia tour, specifically the next stop was manila, backstage a few hours before the peformance you were reading comments even though sophia already told you it meant nothing

you wanted to stop — yet you couldn't, the more you read the more you start to think you did not deserve to be in this group

it wasn't like you were untalented but seeing how people thought and spoke about your lack of stage presence even comparing you to past contestants, hurt and it slowly gnawed at you, maybe you did not deserve this, did you steal someone's chance?

you lock the comfort room door, hunched over the toilet seat as you keep scrolling on your phone, endless reading — everything was silent to you at this point — your eyes got watery seeing the hate you got, you wanted this right? then why can't you handle it?

you try to quiet your sobs, looking down as you wipe profusely yet tears keep flowing like it was a waterfall, what hurt you the most was the hate lara got, she didn't deserve it at least not as much as you do

"y/n? are you there hun?" lara carefully asks through the door, you unlock it quickly covering your face with your hands, "yes! l-lara" you stutter as you force to stop sobbing

the desi girl quickly ran up to you, cupping your face as she asks concerned as to why you were crying, "baby why??, you know i hate to see you cry" lara frowns as you just stutter over every thing you said

the older girl looks down at your hand seeing the phone open — you were reading some comments, she quickly swipes the phone off your hand closing and deleting every comment under your post

lara wanted to scold you — to tell you it didn't matter, but seeing you so affected by these statements stabbed her — it was like someone twisted the knife

"i should've not just done that" you sob as lara held your head to her chest "i should've greeted you but i was so fucking stupid" you mutter

"we had our problems but we overcome it together — you do not need to shoulder all this hate, I'm always here for you" lara's soft voice a lullaby to you

"love it holds responsibility, my responsibility is to make sure you feel loved by me, no one else matters y/n — you don't need to read those" lara mutters as she kisses the top of your head

"it's just that you dont deserve it too" you whisper — lara seem to not budge and only kept comforting you "we both don't, that doesn't mean it'll stop" she responds

its fucked up, fucked up that lara had to experience this, fucked up that she has to stay strong through it cause its obvious you can't

"i want it to" you respond as she craddles you, slowly calming you down, "we can't make it stop, but I'll be here through all that with you — okay y/n?" lara says, and you nod

you two walk back into the dressing room, wearing the set performance clothing and testing the mics and ear fittings, lara held your hand squeezing it every now and then to make sure your okay

the place was loud and bright — people shouted and chanted katseye and member names — finally walking out cheers erupted — the mall was much fuller than you expected which only lightened up your mood

after performing three songs it was finally time to leave, you felt so successful that you couldn't help but cry, daniela noticed and hugged you right away as the rest of the katz bowed and hugged eachother

"thank you everyone!" sophia says as you all walk back to the backstage

maybe you weren't meant to be the greatest artist there is, that doesnt mean that you should always let others put yourself down

and whatever the problem is, lara will always be there for you, no matter what happens

also pic taken by me!! i miss katseye sm bru :((

[hectorthedoggo]

I will put this in ao3 and edit when i have the means to. but. @kani-miso it's 0009 sibs i thought of you and decided to make this 🎀🎀

UPDATE I ACIDENTALLY DELETED THE TAB WITH MY EDITS AO3 is going to kill me

“Alright. Milgram's up.” The creature stayed. Es stayed frozen from where they were sitting on the couch. Oh God. What's the consequences of my verdicts?

Wait. Up? This is Trial 2?

They disregarded that. It must be a mistake.

If these verdicts even are mine, I can’t tell. I've been dreading this. I'm scared. They clutched their arms, trying to gain some warmth, some friction, for what was to happen next.

Jackalope narrowed his eyes at them. “A nervous one, aren't you now. Anyways, so since the administrators decided that you were too unstable, you'll go free. Congrats.

Oh yeah, and the verdicts didn't really have consequences, it was just a little social experiment. It doesn't matter. Good luck surviving in the real world!”

What. What the heck is he talking about? “Wha- What do you mean- Who's the admin- wah!”

They felt a pulling sensation, and suddenly, they were standing in a Walmart™ parking lot. The only other person nearby was Mikoto Kayano.

But, nobody was dead. He was in his original clothes, but. Wait, where are we? What's this big sign that says ‘Walmart’?

What is a Walmart, and where the hell did Milgram go?

They also had a little pack with them, and upon opening it, there was a little message printed out. Nothing else.

‘mikoto is your legal sibling btw. gl lmao be glad I even gave you this note ur probably my favorite warden - Jackalope (professional child neglecter)’

At least the pack looked cool looked cool…

Es was about to have a mental breakdown. Why did Milgram leave me like this? Is this what I am to them?

“Woah, what happened?” Mikoto wondered, “Hey, Es. Did you do this? Is Milgram over? Did they identify it to be a mistake?”

They started shaking. They threw me out like garbage. I…

“Es?”

They sniffled at the situation. I’m… garbage. Because, as my usual logic says, I am what Milgram deems me to be.

“I- I have no idea…” they extended the last vowel to emphasize how little idea they had.

They threw the note on the ground --- or at least tried to, it just flew away, right into Mikoto’s hands ---, and started to sob.

The tables had turned. Mikoto looked like he knew why he was here, Es didn’t (nande boku ga koko ni iruyo). It was genetic.

Meanwhile, Mikoto had gotten the note, and he read it. “Wh- huh?”

He stared over at Es. “Es, this is a mistake, right?”

“That is the least of my worries right now, pudding boy!” they snapped at him, instead channeling their sadness into aggression.

He completely disregarded their feelings, to the point where he might not have even heard them. “Right… my mom did mention that our father got remarried. Wah, Suu! You’re my little sib!”

He went up to their grieving form, and gave them a little fistbump, lifting up their unwilling arm to do so. Why did he do that? Last time we touched, John was beating the shit out of me.

A random car pulled up into the Walmart™ parking lot, and the window unrolled. 

It was a woman with brownish hair, who looked like Mikoto. “Oh, you’re the other sibling that your father was talking about. You two can just get in the back in the car, your sister’s taking shotgun. Nice to meet you!”

Why the fuck does Mikoto’s sister have a shotgun? Are they all like this?

Mikoto followed in with them, and buckled in. Es had no idea what was going on.

They could not find the seatbelt, too busy processing the upheaval of their life in the past 5 minutes.

“Yo, sib. The seatbelt’s over there.” Mikoto smiled and gave a thumbs up, like a reliable older brother. “I saw it.” I did not see it.

They touched it, and got stung by the heat. Their, wait, no, Mikoto’s sister turned back at their sound of pain, turning off her phone. “Ah, yeah. It’s summer, don’t touch it.”

They scowled, forgetting their dread in the face of the overheated car seatbelt.

The car chimed, and the keys jingled. “Alright, folks! You two seem pretty tired from wherever the heck you disappeared to. Would you wanna go home, or get some ice cream?”

The sister turned around, and smiled a little wide. “My dear siblings, do you know the answer? There is a correct one.”

Es scowled. “What the fuck is an ice cream. Why is the cream ice?”

“Are you serious?” She scrutinized their face, finding the truth, “Step on it, Ma.” She went back to her phone, probably texting her friends about this weird kid in a warden outfit that was apparently her sibling now.

Mikoto looked over at Es and shrugged, like a comical cartoon character. Like a ‘what can you do?’.

I won’t allow these insolent- wait, these aren’t prisoners. Unless the sister girl did something with that shotgun of hers. It would run in the family, I guess.

Wait, that would mean that I’m also violent. Nevermind.

The 11th cell came to mind, and they dismissed it. Wrong kinda fic, buddy. We staying fluff here.

“So, Mikoto. And, what’s your name?”

“Es. I think?”

The woman put on her strict mother voice. “... okay. Mikoto and Es. What was so important that you had to completely disappear for like a years. No note! Job gone! You could’ve died, for all I knew! Es, sweetie, I’m sure it was Mikoto’s fault. He’s such a bad influence.”

Es raised their hand to ask a question, slightly flustered from the pet name. She indicated that they could speak.

They decided to just reveal it all. “Um, Mikoto committed murder… eh, Mikoto, he has DID and was stressed from his job, hence the murder. And I was the warden of the prison that held him and 9 others.”

Mikoto lost all of his composure at all of his darkest secrets being revealed, the dramatic guy he was. “What… Es, don’t… I… that’s not… I don’t have DID? I was doing… I was doing just…”

He seemed a little overwhelmed at the prospect of having to unpack all of the luggage that Es laid out, so another guy came out. “I am not straight. Oh- sorry, hi, I’m John. I’m the guy who totally committed the murder 100% trust guys c’mon vote mikoto innocent 2024-”

I already had to deal with that yapping last interrogation. Es shut him up with their hand. He waved it away. “If you’re gonna say that shit about Mikoto, Es hasn’t been going to bed at a healthy time or eating healthy.”

They were betrayed at his reveal. “I can’t believe you.”

“We’re going to fix that, Es. You’re going to get the regular kid treatment.” The mother nodded, eyes steeling. Oh no, not the normal teen treatment!

John had some other stuff going on behind there. Maybe Mikoto’s cheesiness had rubbed off on him. “As soon as we get out of this car I’m giving you a hug.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Yes.”

Speaking of unwarranted physical contact. “Oh yeah, mo- Mikoto’s mother, um… John beat me up in Trial 1.”

“SNITCH?!”

“What’cha gonna do about it?”

“Give you another hug.” He deviously grinned, knowing that wasn’t the answer they expected or an answer they liked.

“I won’t allow it.” But, they weren’t the warden anymore. They couldn’t deflect affection as well as they used to.

The sister was unbothered by this discourse. Perhaps it hasn’t quite set in. “I guess I got two extra surprise siblings. Cool.”

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When they got to the ice cream store after a prolonged amount of awkward silence, the moment the car doors opened, the chase was on.

Es nearly ran into oncoming traffic to escape any chance at being loved, as one does, but John grabbed them and lifted them up by their elbows, giving them a hug once they were out of the street.

“Jeez, you’re light. C’mon, we’re getting ice cream and you aren’t gonna kill yourself.”

“‘M not!” They kicked their legs to try and get the man off of them. But, they had about the strength of a 5 week old kitten compared to him, without the claws.

He plopped them down, Es seething about their lack of power they had here.

The sister turned off her phone, finally, and turned to Es. “Okay, I just wanna make sure. Were you joking earlier about not having ice cream before?”

“I’m the prison warden of Milgram, I don’t need-”

She interrupted them before they could start monologuing and crying about how Milgram didn’t exist anymore. “You’re getting Birthday Bash.”

“What- but it’s not my birthday?” It could be, for all I know, but she’s doesn’t have to know that.

“Ok, what is your birthday?” Dammit.

“Great question!” Es stared into space, tone full of sarcasm. Milgram never tells me shit.

“Mikoto or whoever the hell you are, do you know their birthday?”

“Nah.” John responded. “By the way, um, this kid was the one who named me John, because they thought it would be funny to be a know-it-all and reference some English name.”

She looked over at Es. “No offense, but you suck at naming. I think we were all thinking that.” We…

Es tried to defend their horrible naming skills. “What?! Who else was gonna name him?”

Mikoto’s mother decided to join in the conversation, but left after putting her two cents in. “Me. Or Mikoto, since he’s where John came from.”

John smirked. “See, Es! But the name has stuck, so you owe me.”

Es crossed their arms, huffing. “I don’t owe you anything. You beat me up that one time, so if anything, you owe me!”

He couldn’t exactly find a defense for that, so he took their hat off their head and held it as high as he could reach, exposing their hat hair. “Hey!”

They jumped to get it, but to no avail. They looked pathetic.

Meanwhile, Mikoto’s mother and sister had already gone in to order. Order, like what a judge says?

It’s all a law reference.

John grinned. “You're a silly little creature, Suu.”

“You're not Mikoto, stop that.” I do not like that weird ass nickname.

He put on an innocent face. “What do you mean? I'm Mikoto, and I love my company so much! Hahaha, I would never commit murder. This must be a mistake!”

Es was somewhat surprised. “That's stuff he actually said in his first trial, how did you get it so accurately?”

“I hear this guy's internal monologue.”

That’ll do it. “Ah.”

 He threw their hat into the air while they were distracted, and they stepped back in surprise. He caught it. “Nice hat.”

“Get away from-”

The rest of the family brought over ice cream, and Es was handed a mash of colors in theirs that seemed unnatural.

“Is this food?”

“Eat it.” John asserted.

They shrugged. If this is poison, at least I don't have to worry about Milgram and all that stuff.

Worst case scenario, it doesn't kill me and it tastes bad. I'm not sure what my best case scenario is. Dying? It tasting good? We’ll see.

They bit down on the food with aggression, and it tasted… amazing, other than the fact that it was cold.

“What the heck is this? In a good way?” They temporarily forgot about their slight suicidal ideation.

“Bro has never heard of the wonders of overly processed foods…” the sister commented, smirking.

Why is she calling me bro? Huh? If I question her, will she bring out the shotgun? I'm scared of her. She’s my older sister now, isn’t she…

To be honest, Kotoko was scarier. I’ll be fine.

She wasn’t addicted to her phone, though… wait, right. Kotoko kinda was.

They grinned, and momentarily forgot their troubles in the face of their action. I’m so much better than these people. This tastes good. Mmm… ice cream… I like it…

They did get a brain freeze, and brought their hand up to their forehead in pain.

They got their head patted by John, who had somehow consumed his (larger serving of) ice cream. “Do you want the rest of that?”

“Yes?” They answered.

He grabbed a spoon, and took a bite of their ice cream. “Wow, this tastes nice.”

Es disliked the younger sibling experience. “Give me my hat back. I didn’t forget about that.”

“No.” However, he made a mistake: it happened to be in grabbing range. They quickly snatched it, and grinned in pride.

But, while they were distracted with John, they forgot about their other older sibling, who took a sizable amount of their precious ice cream.

I just discovered ice cream. Will they stop stealing it?

-

They were next in a car, making sure to avoid the seatbelt this time. About ⅓ of their ice cream had been usurped, and they didn't have the strength to defend it.

But, it wasn’t that bad. These people are nice…

I… I guess this is my life now? It’s not that bad.

Finally, there were no catches to this fact.

They would have to buy new clothes, the warden outfit was scratchy.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my her ex I read her poetry?

I (F19) dated my ex (F18, Lacy) for about 9 months. I broke up with her because she had a lot of issues I just didn't know how to deal with and I also fell in love with my best friend (NB19, Alex, he/his pronouns), so I decided it was the best course of action. I broke up with Lacy on January of 2023 and started dating Alex in February.

Around this time, I found an Instagram account that posted poetry. There was nothing that could identify the author, but the poetry was really good so I started to follow them. With time, however, the poems started to look... familiar. Not the writing style, but some situations on them, for example: one of them said something like "your brother's night sky truck that took us to the stars" (my older brother has a dark blue truck he would lend me so I could take Lacy on dates) and another said "that old guitar you had that you never learned to play like you played me" (I have an old guitar I inherited from my father and I indeed never learned how to play it). These are only two examples, but I found many others that convinced me that account belonged to Lacy.

I know I should have left it alone the second I realized the account belonged to her, but it was so flattering to see she wrote all of that about me. I didn't tell anyone, not my friends or Alex, but I kept following the account and reading Lacy's poetry. I think my feelings for her started to rekindle after that, because no one ever wrote about me like that and, as months passed, she kept writing about me. She never got over me.

My relationship with Alex also started to have problems during this time. He got a job at an ice cream parlour and he started a D&D campain with his friends, which means we started to spend less and less time together. He didn't seem to be as interested in me as he was during our first months of relationship, and I feel like he's taking me for granted. Lately, more specifically since December, we started to fight a lot over small things too.

We went to a New Year's party one of our friends was hosting and Lacy was there too. That enough was reason for Alex to start complaining, since he has a lot of feelings of jealousy regarding her. We ended up having a fight because he thought I knew she'd be there, which I didn't, and he went to stay with our friends, avoiding me the whole night.

It was New Year's eve and I had just fought with my partner, who was monopolizing all of our friends and leaving me by myself, so I started to drink. I know that wasn't a good idea, but I was angry and frustrated and I thought that would help. It didn't, I just got super drunk.

Since my filter disappears when I'm drunk, I went after Lacy and told her her poetry was really good. At first she was confused, so I said I found her poetry account and her poems were amazing, and I was flattered she still thought about me like that, because I didn't think anyone else ever saw me in such a beautiful way.

After that, the panic in her eyes became clear. She started to cry, not full on sobbing but some tears rolled down her face and she didn't answer me, just left. Alex saw the interaction and came to ask me what happened. I ended up telling him about Lacy's poetry account, we fought again and I decided to go home. In that same night, I searched for the poetry account and it was deleted.

This whole situation didn't leave my head since it happened and I don't know what to think. Alex has also been avoiding me and I don't understand why everyone seems to be against me. Lacy blocked me everywhere and I'm beginning to think leaving her for Alex was a huge mistake. It was also never my intention to make Lacy feel like she had to delete her account.

AITA for telling her I knew about the poetry account?

What are these acronyms?

[wizardandpirate]

My first ever comic, featuring Doey and an OC. I can't wait to regret posting this while hurriedly fixing the 100 errors I missed before posting🙏/j

Anyways, advice on making future comics look better is appreciated. Sorgy for getting lazy💔

OKAY SO I WAS VERY CLOSE TO DYING OF CRINGE AND NOT POSTING THIS BUT I GOTTA LEARN SOMEHOW...

IM CLOSE TO DELETING IT HSHJJHK I DISLIKE IT IN MANY WAYS. BUT. LEARNING. ATTEMPT. AUGJ.

Please don't bully me🙏🙏

Anyways context for why he paused when they spoke is because he could tell just from how they spoke and what they chose to say that it's someone he knows. Because I am Not Normal and made a ppt OC, one that I decided was friends with Kevin and Matthew before the whole Thing happened. Their eyes don't have the white dots because they're technically erm. Not one of the little Hoppys.

More like they're one of those toys that grow in water and crawled inside a corpse to suck out the moisture. Well. Can't save 'em all!!

Have not decided on a name for the OC, I just know that they liked play fighting with Kevin and showing him other healthy ways to take out his aggression because they also had Some Issues. And also they were older than Matthew and like a year or two from aging out of the orphanage before the whole thing went down, so it was a lot of anxiety about leaving him and Kevin behind:c

How have they not found each other before this point? Uh. Erm. I'll just say my guy was too dehydrated and couldn't do anything until a very fortunate water spill!! Anyways I love them. I love found family. I am currently sobbing. I don't know why I did this. I do know. I did it for fun. But also I don't know. Help? Ahck.

[gffa]

Over the last week, I decided to go ahead with bookmarking all the fics I've recommended over the years on AO3 since I abide by tumblr poll results always (and man pour one out for all the fic that never made it to AO3 or has since been deleted, sooooo many gems lost to time!) and it was a bit more than the ~3,000 I was expecting:

Hopefully, this will be easier than browsing the hundreds of recs posts I've made, since you can filter for any of the author's tags now! These are mostly focused on Star Wars and DC fandom, but I did my time in the anime mines and occasional tours through some TV fandoms or movies. You can dig into everything unfiltered and start your own filtering, or the bigger fandoms you'll find:

MAJOR FANDOMS: Each of these should have 100+ at minimum and, in the case of Star Wars, literally almost half of them are in that fandom. Look, Star Wars fandom might be a trash fire in a lot of ways, but it is ON FIRE with some good fic. (Older bookmarks not guaranteed to match my current sentiments, especially re: the Jedi, but they did catch my fancy at that point in time!)

STAR WARS: - All Star Wars -OR- All Star Wars minus the Obi-Wan/Anakin ship - OR- Nothing BUT Obi-Wan/Anakin

BATMAN/DC: - DC can sometimes be tricky, but you can do a Batman* search and get most of them (though, sometimes Nightwing* or Young Justice* or Superman* will catch some of the others). Honestly, though, you might want to just do a search for what character or dynamic you like and have fun from there, because otherwise you're getting a face full of my Dick Grayson Is The Center Of The Universe And I'm Making That Everyone Else's Problem agenda. ;)

MARVEL/MCU: - Marvel* will probably get most of the various properties, though you may want to filter for Defenders* or Guardians of the Galaxy* if you're interested -OR- Marvel* without the Thor/Loki - These focus a lot on the Thor* fandom if you want to witness the results of like 8 years of constant voracious reading in that fandom (Minus the ship), because, seriously, I read a LOT of Odinson family fic. - Bonus, just do a search for Maximoff* to find some really good X-Men: First Class-verse because, listen, I have been ALL ABOUT the Maximoff twins since long before the movies or MCU brought them over and I will DIE ON THE HILL of "Marvel, make Magneto their bio-dad again or I'm never reading another comic of yours ever".

TOLKIEN/LORD OF THE RINGS/SILMARILLION/HOBBIT: - Tolkien* -OR- Hobbit* -OR- Lord of the Rings* searches will turn up most of my Elf-hunting, I primarily focus on the Sindar Elves, but look I can't resist my problematic Feanorian faves or that I will die on the hill that Fingolfin is the best ever. (You have NO IDEA how sad I am that so much fic on Stories of Arda or FFNET is not easily bookmarked on AO3, sob. I externally bookmarked a few of the bigger ones, but sooo many shorter faves are missing from my recs tag.)

CLAMP: - X/Tokyo Babylon legitimately bums me out because it's not a huge fandom and yet so much of what was written was pre-AO3 and lost when CLAMPesque went down or was never brought over from Livejournal, yet this fandom (well, the Seishirou/Subaru pairing) still burns brightly in my heart.

MINOR FANDOMS: Ones that probably only have under 100 bookmarks (often around the 20-30 bookmarks range), but will at least give you a place to start! ANIME/MANGA: Bleach | Cardcaptor Sakura | Dragonball | Finder no Hyouteki/Viewfinder | Katekyou Hitman Reborn! | Kuroko no Basuke | One Piece | Sailor Moon | Madoka Magica | Naruto | Princess Tutu | Trigun | Weiss Kreuz | Yuri!!! on Ice

BOOKS: Chrestomanci | Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

DRAMAS: Nirvana in Fire | The Untamed -OR- Modao Zu Shi

TV SHOWS/MOVIES: Community | Game of Thrones -OR- ASOIAF | Good Omens | Hannibal | Highlander | The Old Guard | Our Flag Means Death | Stranger Things

VIDEO GAMES: Dragon Age: Inquisition | Final Fantasy 8 | Genshin Impact | Okami

BANDS: Arashi

All right, whew, that was actually a fun project, despite how much work it was to hunt down a lot of older faves to see if they were on AO3, hopefully you'll find this useful!

[gabessquishytum]

Okay so I have seen the Warprize Au and I would like to say I have a decent understanding of it. But I have a different idea for it! It’s perfectly okay if you don’t like it, you can just delete this.

But what if King Cow!Hob and King Cat!Dream are already married and have a whole union with their Kingdom’s. And everything is actually really good! Except for the fact that they’re different species so they can’t have kids together like they wish. This bothers Hob, but he does not try and let it show.

Until they get War declared on them by another Kingdom. It’s pretty brutal, but of course with the constant supplies and powerful warriors from Hob’s Kingdom and many skilled spies from Dream’s they are able to defeat the other Kingdom. 

So the King offers them one of his sons as a Warprize, to which they accept. Mainly to understand more about this royal family and see if they could get any secrets from the Prince. 

Dream is the one who the Prince will meet first, and because of how violent the War and the information that had been given from spies. had been Dream is expecting some sort of large man who had been in many battles or perhaps a spoiled brat. So he has the throne room decorated in weapons, spikes and he himself has completely covered himself in his own armor. 

Which was a complete mistake when *ten* year old Orpheus enters the room.

Dream: *Surrounded by heavily armed guards and has darkened the throne room to make it appear more intimidating.* 0_0

Orpheus: *Trembling and sobbing.*

While different people are hurrying about to hide all weapons and pulling open the curtains. Orpheus is standing in the middle of the room, unhealthily skinny, filthy, and properly terrified. So the plan of scaring the Prince worked?

Dream doesn’t know what to do, so he does what any normal King would do and calls his husband for help. And the moment Hob sees this child he has decided he is adopting. (“No Dream this is not negotiable.”)

From Orpheus–when he finally calms down–they learn that he does have older brothers, but his father had said they were far too important to give up. Then told Orpheus that if he had to send one of his sons to their death it would be the one that he could care less about. - RB (Ima just leave this here because emojis dont work-- Sorry...)

This is a really good elaboration on the idea of a warprize au, and I absolutely love it! I have a wonderful feeling that Hob and Dream will spend the rest of their lives "collecting" war prizes in the form of other neglected, abused or orphaned children.

Orpheus is also a cat hybrid, just a different breed of cat to Dream - so they have many things in common. After he realises that he's not going to be killed or tortured, Orpheus basically imprints on Dream and follows him around with a very serious expression on his little face. He wants to be just like Dream, to fight and hunt like him and be strong! Dream quickly becomes equally attached to Orpheus, nicknaming him "little shadow", taking him to counsel meetings, showing him the best nap spots and generally tutoring him. But Orpheus also quickly grows to love Hob just as much, despite being scared of his size at first. Hob is warm and smells really good, and he always has milk for Orpheus to enjoy. He's determined for Orpheus to have a proper childhood where he's loved and spoiled (Hob has always hoped to have children with Dream, even though he had no idea how it could be possible. You can bet he takes every opportunity to enjoy fatherhood.) Every night Hob falls asleep with two cats sprawled on top of him, soaking up all of his warmth, and he has really never loved his life more.

A few years later, King Hob and King Dream happen to meet Orpheus's birth father at some kind of diplomatic gathering, and they have a proper argument about who gets to bite the horrible, awful asshole first. The rival King never even bothered to ask for Orpheus back after the war, just abandoned him in another kingdom! But Orpheus calms his beloved adopted parents down. He's a strong, healthy cat prince with glossy brown fur and a talent for music, and he's not interested in raking up the past. In fact he's much more interested in one of Hob’s distant relatives, a bovine princess named Eurydice...

Hob and Dream are truly the proudest parents. And although wars are to be avoided, they will never regret the conflict that brought sweet Orpheus into their home <3

[cielwritings]

Hi!! Not sure if you're accepting requests (if not you can tell me or just delete my ask). But I was wondering if you could write some yandere Ciel x childhood fem reader that's actually unattractive? The reader was also kidnapped and abused by the cult and traffickers. Maybe she's the daughter of a servant or Tanaka's granddaughter (up to you!) she has a lot of scars on her body due to the abuse and a big burn mark on her left face hidden beneath bandages. Hopefully you can accept my request ❤️

! Yandere!Ciel x Unattractive, Childhood, Female S/O !

Hii! Requests are always open! Hope you enjoy!

Ciel knew you before the incident. You were Tanaka's granddaughter, and you two frequently went out with Tanaka to fetch Ciel's medicines during spring. You two were so close.

So close, in fact, that you were there during his tenth birthday. The birthday he dreads so horribly. You, him, and his brother were kidnapped. Put in the same cage with Ciel and his brother. You weren't as close with his brother, but still knew him. You were asleep when he was taken, stabbed, and murdered.

Ciel was wide awake, screaming for his brother to be saved. You were used to the screams, to the abuse, to the sight of it. Your sleeping, trembling, and scarred body proved that. You were the only girl there, they treated you and the nobles (naturally) worse because of it.

You only lived during Sebastian's summoning due to Ciel shielding you, trembling as he held you to his chest, weak legs around your unconscious body.

Then, you both escaped. Grief filling the air. This was the first time Ciel ever saw Tanaka cry. Ever saw sadness from the man. It caused you to cry as well.

As you and him grew up, your state was relatively the same, but mentally more healed. You were washed alongside Ciel, still utterly frightened of the demon. At least, in your earlier years.

You two were now thirteen. You've always hid your abuse behind long dresses, even during the winter. Always wore bandages, causing you to be stared at. The burn on your face effected the surrounding skin, causing you to look far older in the face.

Ciel was used to the sight, he saw nothing wrong with you. But whenever you went out with your grandfather for medicine for the burns, you were always stared at. Even by other burn victims. You felt horrible about yourself, you felt atrocious. You barely got yourself out of bed when you turned up to Ciel's cricket match, causing losses from the other team due to the red, green, and purple house members staring at you.

You sobbed that night. Ciel couldn't do anything about it, and it broke his heart.

Once he returned, he wrapped you in a hug, tighter than usual. He kisses your face, tucking hair behind your ear. You were completely covered, neck to toe. He hated the sight.

Uncaring for social status, he rests with you every night. He sees you, for the first time, wearing your night gown. It was long, as usual. But overtime, it gradually began to shorten. You offered to share a nightgown with him one night, Ciel stunned. You two ended up wearing identical matching gowns belonging to Ciel.

Ciel treats your burns with care and love. He'd usually tell anybody else that it's been years, to get over it. But he's seen you grow up, he knows you personally. He's stern with Elizabeth, as that isn't his fiancee. He didn't grow up knowing her personally, she was his brothers. Elizabeth, fortunately, never knew matters between you and Ciel.

You even came along to Brighten Hotel, being Ciel's only non-servant companion regarding the matter.

You love him, and he loves you. And you know it. You saw what he's done to those who hate you. To those who have hurt you, to those who have insulted you.

People question why half of the red house, blue house, green house, and purple house are dead. But no one dares bat an eye at the Queen's Watchdog.

[flowerandblood]

The Prince and The Fox

[ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ]

[ warnings: sexual abuse, violence, trauma, panic attack ]

[ description: After the events of her childhood, despite her best efforts, her neighbor and the younger brother of her friend Helaena, Aemond, does not want to know her. This state lasts until a house party organized by his older brother, Aegon, during which an incident occurs that will change their relationship forever. Slow burn, angst, toxic ex-Alys, rough Aemond. This is several anon requests combined into one fic. ]

WARNING: The main plot between the characters takes place in high school. Yes, in high school. The belief that teenagers wait with an intimacy when they are in love in high school is ridiculous to me. Aemond and the character here are the same age. Don't ask me how old they are, in my country you are of the age of consent in your first year of high school and an adult in the last year of high school, so if it is more convenient for you, think about it that way and decide for yourself. In this story, I am not following the trail that they are magically friends right away, but how they become friends and what that even means. I'm writing this fic to give the perspective of young, lost people, not adult women who want to see exactly themselves in everything they read. If that's all you expect, this isn't the fic for you.

I don't want whining about this in my comments or asks. I will delete these and block you. You have been warned.

Aemond + Evans Series Moodboard

This is my first story that has its own playlist, but yes! Get in the mood! Story Music Playlist. Song used in this chapter: Feuer Frei! (Rammstein)

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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She wasn't sure how they became friends. Before she met him she played often with Helaena, they lived in the neighbourhood, and there wasn't much of an age difference between them. They often visited each other to play with their dolls, while her brothers existed for her somewhere in the back, busy with their serious, boyish affairs unavailable to girls.

One day when their mother called Helaena home she was sitting on a blanket on the grass in their garden, pretending that her teddy rabbit had just been drinking tea from her pink plastic cup, when their whole elaborately choreographed scene was destroyed by a dog bumping into her and licking her.

"Vhagar! No! Bad dog!" She heard the growl of a young boy, running up to them and grabbing his happy, shiny labrador with big eyes, who just licked her face, panting loudly, pulling her by the collar, trying to drag her away.

She giggled, wiping her face, and it was only when she looked at him that she noticed a large white bandage on the left side of his face, covering his entire eye and part of his cheek, taped up with plasters. She blinked, curious, and cocked her head.

"What happened to you?" She asked lightly, and he threw her an angry, murderous look, tightening his lips and furrowing his brow.

"Fuck off." He hissed, and she turned all red, close to tears, devastated that he had used such ugly, vulgar words towards her that her parents had forbidden her to use, shouting at him that he wasn't allowed to talk like that, that she didn't like him and for him to go away.

This is exactly what he did, dragging his dog behind him with difficulty, and she took her rabbit and ran to her house across the street, no longer waiting for Helaena to return, distraught.

Her father tried hard to get anything out of her, but he understood little of her loud sobbing and babbling, she could see nothing through her tears, she stood and stammered out mere fragments of sentences from which her parent had by some miracle put together a whole. Her father sighed heavily, running his hand over his face.

"Listen. Helaena's brother, I think his name is Aemond, had a very serious accident. I was told about it by his mother when I met her in the supermarket recently, the whole family is going through a lot. He will have to wear an artificial eye and will be left with a big scar. He feels very bad about it and that is why he is behaving like this. Your question was very tactless." He said finally.

She felt a squeeze in her heart and burst out sobbing even louder, this time because she had offended him, that surely this boy now hated her when she wanted everyone to like her.

"− I didn't − after all − uh − I didn't mean to − I just −" She mumbled in despair, not knowing herself what she wanted to say, breathing hard, almost choking from her sobs, her face all red, she was hot with emotion.

"Come here." Her father said to her, so she walked towards him. He embraced her and stroked her head, saying that she should ask her mother to help her bake cakes for him and bring them to him, wishing him a speedy recovery and apologising so they would both feel better.

She decided that this was indeed a good idea and did exactly that.

The next day she knocked on their front door standing with a box of cakes and was opened by their mother, a beautiful, long-haired woman with a warm smile, she was wearing a thick green jumper.

"Good morning, dear, Helaena is just in ballet class." She said to her in a soft, calm voice, and she shook her head.

"No, ma'am, I've come to see Aemond, I've baked cakes for him and I want to wish him quick recovery." She recited with difficulty what her mother had told her to say, hoping she hadn't forgotten anything, waiting with a pounding heart for a response.

The woman smiled broadly with some kind of gratitude and called out loudly to her son asking him to come downstairs, saying he had a visitor.

Her son came down reluctantly, furrowing his brow, having no idea who might want to see him and when he spotted her he immediately pressed his lips together, furious.

He approached his mother, looking at her distrustfully, and she swallowed loudly feeling a tightening in her throat and tears of shame gathering in her eyes again.

"I'm so sorry for asking you about it at the time, in the sense of what happened to you and that I upset you and that you were sad and that I yelled at you afterwards because I was sad too and − and −" She mused, forgetting for a moment what she was getting at in that sentence, swallowing her saliva loudly and suddenly remembering. "− and − and I brought you cakes that I baked with the help of my mother to wish you a speedy recovery."

She said quickly and held out a cardboard box tied with a ribbon in front of her. Aemond looked uncertainly at his mother, who nodded at him to accept the gift. He did not look at her as he reached out for the package and murmured under his breath, nodding. His mother sighed quietly.

"What should you say now?" She asked him expectantly, and he pressed his lower lip together, looking somewhere sideways, discouraged.

"Thank you." He muttered, turned and headed up the stairs.

"Goodbye." She said quickly, turning and running towards her house, feeling relieved that now she had put things right and now he would surely like her a lot.

She was wrong.

When she came to their house to see Helaena, he immediately locked himself in his room. When they passed each other at primary school he did not respond to her greeting by pretending not to see her even though they were neighbours.

When their parents met each other in the supermarket and started talking to each other, he would approach the shelves and pretend to look at some products, doing everything he could not to talk to her.

He never spoke to her in a bad way again, never shouted at her again, but simply pretended that she didn't exist.

Everything changed when they went to high school and it turned out they would be in the same class. They would then get on and off at the same bus stop, but instead of talking to her he preferred to put his earphones in his ears and browse through the apps on his phone, pretending not to see her.

She tried to talk to him, but he shunned her, treating her like air. She had the painful feeling that from that moment, from the day she asked him the wrong question, she was already crossed out as a person in his eyes.

And then their literary history teacher gave them a homework exercise to do in pairs. Assigning a person to each, when he looked at her he waved his hand as if realising something.

"Ah, Evans, you and Targaryen live nearby, it will be easier for you to work. Next couple −" He said, and she froze, looking at him over her shoulder, his eye wide open, pointed in her direction, he was playing with his pen between his fingers, his lips clenched into a thin line.

He was furious.

She swallowed loudly feeling a tightness in her throat and turned back towards the board, feeling only the loud pounding of her heart.

She ran after him off the bus, seeing him walking towards his house with his backpack thrown over one shoulder, the hood of his dark sweatshirt pulled over his head, earphones in his ears. She grabbed his sleeve to make him stop, and he flinched and looked back, surprised.

"Wait, can we talk?" She asked, breathing fast, and he furrowed his brow, taking the earpiece out of his ear, she could hear some loud heavy metal music coming from it and recognized the song Feuer Frei! by Rammstein.

"What?"

She blinked, understanding that he hadn't heard completely what she'd said. She grunted quietly, letting him go, looking at him expectantly.

"I asked if we could talk."

He looked ahead, letting the air out loudly through his nose with impatience, pulling the other earpiece from his ear, looking everywhere but at her. She guessed he wouldn't say anything, so she started quickly, not wanting to irritate him unnecessarily.

"I know you don't like me and I promise not to annoy you with anything. Let's just go to your place or mine, do this homework and get it over with. Okay?" She asked in a trembling voice and he licked his lips, indecision and frustration in his eyes, something was going on in his mind that she didn't understand completely.

He snorted, shrugging his shoulders and nodded at her.

"Come."

They entered his house greeted by the smell of dinner just being cooked. Their mother welcomed her presence in the company of her son with joy and surprise.

"Will you eat something? The meatballs in sauce are warm and ready." She said warmly, hoping they would stay down, guessing that they were both hungry after many hours of lessons.

She wished he would agree, feeling a burbling in her stomach.

"No. We're going to go do our homework." He said in a low, slightly hoarse voice. He pulled off his shoes, slipped the hood off his head and walked up the stairs without looking at her.

He walked into his room, throwing the clothes and books lying on the floor into the wardrobe, clearly wanting to do a quick tidy up, his whole walls covered with posters of various bands, Rammstein, Electric Light Orchestra, Deep Purple, Guns N' Roses, Led Zeppelin, his bookshelves heaving with books.

"Sit." He said lowly, pointing to the chair he'd set up by his desk, himself sitting down in a comfortable high-backed leather player's chair, spreading out on it comfortably.

She walked over to him, pulling her pastel soft backpack off her back, pulling out her notebook and the book they had just reviewed.

The Little Prince.

She felt that he was looking at her expectantly, so she opened her notebook in which she had written down the exact assignment the teacher had given them. She decided to read it aloud so they could reflect on it together.

"The Little Prince is a metaphorical story. Talk together about a few scenes from the book that moved you most and compare your thoughts, writing down similarities and differences. Analyse at least two scenes in this way."

She glanced at him, tightening her lips, feeling her heart pounding hard. For some reason she was terrified, he was sitting next to her, resting his elbows on his desk, leaning forward, seeming even bigger and taller to her than usual.

She felt strange thinking that he smelled nice, that he used some ordinary, cheap men's perfume.

He sniffed with his nose, not even looking at her, taking a pen in his hand.

"Have you read this book?" She asked, wanting to make sure he knew what they were going to talk about. He threw her a look like he thought she was an idiot.

"Do you have any more stupid questions, or can we get started?" He asked lowly, and she pressed her lips together, humiliated, feeling for some reason that she wanted to cry.

She felt like asking why he couldn't forgive her at last, but decided it was pointless, that he obviously didn't like her because he had such a whim.

She shook her head and he hummed, taking her copy of The Little Prince in his hand and began looking through it.

"Which scene do you want to talk about?" He asked coldly, dispassionately, and she swallowed loudly.

"About the Little Prince and the Fox." She said quietly, feeling him give her a brief glance.

He grunted under his breath, apparently agreeing with her choice, waiting for her elaboration on the matter. She swallowed with difficulty, licking her lips.

"What moved me most was how true this scene is. That the greatest enemy of friendship, or any close relationship, is haste. That only by respecting someone's barriers, only by approaching someone slowly and with understanding, can you really look at them from a distance.

By taming someone, by making that person grow attached to you, you take partial responsibility for that person's feelings, for making them trust you enough to believe that you won't intentionally hurt them with your behaviour. Until we really get to know someone we are just a crowd of people passing each other on the street."

She said in a trembling voice, feeling for some reason tears under her eyelids and a tightness in her throat, her eyebrows arched in pain, her lower lip began to tremble, she played with the material of her white daisy dress in a nervous gesture.

She felt him watching her, an awkward silence fell between them.

She couldn't look at him.

She thought he was going to say something cruel, that he was going to tell her to stop wailing, but he said nothing. After a while he spoke up.

"I see this scene differently. They're both moving towards each other because they're determined to do so. They are both going their separate ways. There is a balance. The Little Prince doesn't force the Fox to approach him, just as the Fox doesn't force the Little Prince to approach him. They do it of their own free will. They tame themselves because that's the decision they made. You can't tame someone who doesn't want it." He said lowly, and she looked up at him feeling tears begin to run down her face.

Was he talking about himself?

Was she the Fox who wanted to tame him even though he didn't want it?

"I'm sorry." It burst out of her chest before she had time to think about what she was doing.

He pressed his lips together and swallowed loudly, clenching his hands lying on the desk into fists, his nostrils moving restlessly in accelerated breathing.

She covered her face with her hand, embarrassed that she just couldn't stop crying, feeling pain in her heart and feeling sorry for herself that she just wasn't able to give him a break, that she kept seeking his attention and interest when he just clearly wanted her to leave him alone.

She couldn't bear the thought that she wasn't liked by every man she knew.

She felt ashamed at the thought that she had been so selfish.

"I can't stand that you don't want to talk to me. That you don't like me, that you pretend not to see me. I think it's driving me crazy and you're right to think that I'm an attention-seeking girl. I'm ashamed and I apologise to you for that because it's not your problem. I promise I'll stop." She said between laboured breaths, shrugging her shoulders, lowering her gaze.

He just looked at her.

"You exaggerate everything too much. You care too much." He said finally, his voice calmer as was his gaze.

She saw him fidgeting involuntarily with his fingers in a nervous gesture, the cuticles around his fingernails peeled and red, they must have caused him pain, but he plucked them nonetheless.

"Stop." She whispered and placed her hand over his, his fingers froze in mid-motion. She heard him swallow loudly, completely taken aback, his healthy eye open wide, his whole body concentrated. She stroked his palms with her thumb, and he didn't push her away.

"I'll leave you alone." She said softly and took her hand away, not believing she had dared to do so, and he just nodded and grunted, looking in her book for the quote he wanted to talk about.

They wrote down silently next to each other what they had talked about, and when they had finished she took her books, packed up and left without saying goodbye to him.

She no longer sought his gaze when he stood next to her at the bus stop, when he sat behind her in class, when she passed him in the school corridor. She realised that she had been conceited and vain in thinking that she would make him like her. She thought there was nothing wrong with someone not fancying her, not wanting to talk to her.

She had to get over it.

She attended extra volleyball classes, loved this sport and had good results at inter-school competitions. The captain of the men's team was Cregan Stark, a tall, well-built, funny black-haired boy who caught her eye from the start.

He would occasionally wink at her from afar seeing her gaze, and she would blush, lowering her eyes.

They were good mates, chatting sometimes during breaks and laughing. Cregan often approached her between classes, throwing in any topic, sometimes accompanied by his colleagues who were also fond of her. She felt butterflies in her stomach when he invited her to a house party that Aegon was organising.

She knew that Aemond would certainly be home at that time, but she figured that he would lock himself in his room and not go downstairs to them anyway, so she readily agreed, glad to see Helaena there as well.

She dressed in her favourite suede black dress reaching mid-thigh with a boat neckline, not revealing her breasts but showing her shoulders, and she wore her favourite shiny black boots. She let her hair down, deciding that she looked the prettiest this way, and literally ran out of the house when she heard a knock on the door.

She and Cregan hugged each other as if they were friends and moved arm-in-arm across the street hearing the loud music in the distance. When they entered she saw a crowd of people, most were her friends from the estate, so she greeted everyone around her, one of the guests handed her a cup with probably the cheapest wine possible.

She took a sip, glancing at Cregan and he winked at her as he always did, this time embracing her, pulling her close.

She felt the heat in her lower abdomen and the flush in her cheeks.

For most of the time they sat together on the couch, talking about everything and nothing, she saw no one around him but him, looking into his big dark eyes as if enchanted. She swallowed loudly when she felt his hand on her thigh, trailing up and down, and pressed her lips together, unsure if she liked it or not.

However, she didn't reject his hand, not wanting to offend him, some part of her happy that he reciprocated her interest, that he liked her too, that he found her attractive too.

"Shall we go to the garden?" He asked loud enough for her to hear him, and she nodded with a smile, feeling her own heart beating fast, happy that he wanted to be alone with her.

They walked out into the garden through the kitchen, through a back entrance she knew very well, on the way she felt him grasp her hand in his, she had a feeling her heart would leap out of her chest. They sat down on the terrace bench, he embraced her and hugged her close, and she snuggled into his chest.

She wondered with a blush on her cheeks if he would want to kiss her.

She swallowed loudly and a shudder went through her as, from her shoulder, his hand slowly began to move up to her neck, slipped under the material of her dress and touched her bare breast. She squeezed his wrist, terrified.

"N-no." She mumbled, but instead of stopping, he tightened his fingers on her flesh.

"No, stop." She said terrified, aggressively pulling at his hand, feeling tears in her eyes, cold sweat on the back of her neck, her whole body screaming for him to let her go, wanting to run away, but he wouldn't release her.

"Didn't you hear?" She heard a firm, low voice beside her, and Cregan jumped away from her suddenly, rising from the bench.

Aemond stared at him with his lips tightened, an expression of disgust on his face, his healthy eye wide open, his hands clenched into fists.

"Don't you fucking understand what 'no' means?" He asked him again, louder this time, furious.

She was just sitting and shaking, breathing hard, looking down at her shoes, tear after tear running down her cheeks, she was unable to move or get anything out.

Cregan grunted back.

"Fuck off." He growled, wanting to get past him, but Aemond grabbed him by his shirt and pressed him against the door frame with all his strength.

She stood up quickly, terrified, and covered her mouth when Cregan hit him on the forehead with his head and he took a few steps backwards, Aemond's fist hit his face in return, Cregan half-curled and coughed. They moved away from each other, panting heavily.

"Fucking bastard." He hissed, holding his red cheek with his hand and walked back out into his house, loud music, screams, laughter and conversations of people inside around them.

She sat down on the ground, feeling her whole body shaking, clenching her eyes shut, a strange, high-pitched sound and a sob came from her throat as it finally dawned on her mind what had actually happened.

That he touched her in a way that made her uncomfortable and made her unable to breathe, that she had asked him to stop and he hadn't, how bad it made her feel, how frightening and humiliating it was.

She felt so dirty.

She wasn't sure if what came out of her mouth could be called crying, she felt like she was whimpering and howling, holding her hand to her mouth as if trying to shield herself from what was happening, to no avail.

She heard the rustling of the grass beneath his feet, she felt the gentle touch of his large, warm hand on her back, casual, tender, friendly, comforting.

She snuggled into his black sweatshirt and cried out loud, disappointed, distraught and devastated that she had trusted him, that she had believed him and he did something like this to her.

Why?

Was it because she didn't push him away when he touched her thigh, that she went out with him alone?

Did he think that was what she wanted?

"Shall I go and find Helaena?" He asked in a trembling voice clearly not knowing what to do, how to help her, horrified by what he had seen and her condition. She shook her head quickly, feeling ashamed, she didn't want anyone to know.

She heard him swallow loudly.

"If you want I'll go with you to his parents tomorrow. I'll tell them what I saw. He's been groping you all evening." He said low with some kind of tension, and she froze, drawing in the air loudly at the thought that he must have come downstairs, that he must have seen them as they sat on the sofa, watched them.

Follow them out.

She wondered if he had done it to make sure he wouldn't do anything to her against her will.

It was her fault.

She did not push him away when he touched her thigh.

She went off with him herself.

"No. They won't believe me. He'll say I wanted it myself." She mumbled in a trembling, weak voice between one shattered breath and another.

She could feel his heart pounding hard, that he was nervous too, that he didn't know what he should do. He put his arm around her in a friendly manner, feeling subconsciously that she needed it, that she was terrified.

They both stood up quickly when they heard some girls come out for a cigarette. They raised their eyebrows, looking at them with amusement, one of them waved at them.

"Hey, Cyclops, do you have a girlfriend now?" She asked, the second girl laughed out loud, the third looked at the others disapprovingly, lowering her gaze, pretending she hadn't heard this.

"Fuck off, you stupid bitch!" She growled at her so loudly and with such fury that the girl froze, it seemed to her that she had never called anyone that out loud before in her life.

In a frenzy of desperation, anger and humiliation, she pulled her boots off her feet and, one by one, started throwing them at them until all three of them fled inside the house screaming that she was insane.

"Fuck, calm down! Jesus." He called out to her in shock, grabbing her by her arm. She raised her eyes at him, breathing loudly, his gaze softening a bit.

"Do you want to go home?" He asked lowly, almost indifferently, and she nodded, feeling that she wanted to cry again at the thought of Cregan's touch on her chest.

His hand tightened on her bare breast, refusing to let her go.

An unpleasant shiver ran through her, she felt like she was going to vomit.

First, though, she had to find her shoes, one of which had ended up in the bushes, the other behind their barbecue, all dirty from the coals. She put them on anyway, she was already indifferent to everything.

He didn't even ask if she wanted him to walk her away.

He just followed her.

On the way out they came across Cregan and his mates smoking a cigarette on the road, some of his friends whistling at them, laughing out loud.

"Are you guys going to fuck?" He called from a distance in amusement, she felt that her whole body was shaking, that she was afraid of them and she thanked God that he had gone with her, that he had not left her alone.

She wondered if this was what he experienced all the time at school.

Humiliation.

He stood with her in front of her door with his hands tucked into his black trousers, his face turned in profile.

She knew she shouldn't do this, but she needed it.

She walked up to him and hugged her face to his sweatshirt, standing in front of him like that. She could feel his warm breath on the top of her head, she knew he was looking at her.

She swallowed loudly as she felt his forehead pressed against her hair, he let out a loud breath, something in his voice that she could call sympathy.

"Try not to think about it. If you change your mind and want to go to his parents, I'll go with you. Hm?" He asked lowly, and she nodded.

"Are you going to keep seeing him?" He asked coolly after a moment, and she shook her head, feeling that it made her sick at the thought.

"Good." He muttered, raising his head. She pulled away from him and looked at him, swallowing loudly.

"Gonna give you my phone number. In case you decide to do it." He added quickly, wanting to make sure she didn't understand his proposal ambiguously. She nodded her head.

He dictated a string of numbers to her, which she typed into her phone and added him to her contacts under the name 'Prince'. He saw this and lifted his gaze to her, but made no comment.

They looked at each other for a moment in silence.

"I'm sorry." He said finally. She nodded her head in understanding.

"Thank you for everything. That you… you know. Have a good night." She said softly, without looking at him anymore, and disappeared behind the front door of her house.

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