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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 god I love these dumb men so much

Via marcelacastelli on twitter

Miles walking up to the mic and Alex like during the TLSP times 😭

The first time in 5 years that these two Grace a stage with their shared presence 🥹 but also how grown up and different they both look while still seeming like the exact same lovesick puppies that met all the way back in 2003

AND JUST YESTERDAY MILES’ GUITARIST POSTED THAT 505 WAS THEIR BAT/TURTEL SIGNAL AND TODAY THEYVARE PLAYING TIGETHER AHHHH sorry I gave up trying with grammar

When we got the info that Miles was present at the stadium I was already freaking out but this this is so much better (I felt like we were playing little illusion machine with ourselves)

Also we got confirmation that they hugged in the beginning and ended it with a kiss on the cheek by Miles

I saw somewhere during 17.06 when the yellow poster got published that someone was being delusional like yellow that’s the color of TLSP who’s in TLSP right Alex And Miles so so conclusion Miles is gonna be there, I mean it was a day too soon but still… being delusional paying off 🤣

Wearing brown leather jacket I love my guys but also please tell me he just quickly popped round to the store after the show for some booze or new cigs while they were celebrating together and didn’t just leave after the gig cause I couldn’t handle that

How Miles keeps looking at Alex and Alex keeps pointing at Miles and Alex stimming at the end and Alex’s full scrunchy face smile when Miles walks up to him and Miles smirk and the mic and and and I’m unter rot irrevocably besotted, how Miles just seamlessly fits in with the boys

But also I’m really hoping for a video where we can see the cheek kiss that apparently happens after the lights went down

With full introduction

I love that we know Miles and Al +monkeys had a very long night cause he posted at around midnight to his story and then nothing for fourteen hours till around 2 pm when the next 505 clips came 🥃 🍸 🍻

Clip of Miles with Chef Tom Brown and Jay Forrester and other friends during Cornerstone, Miles singing along 🥹 (Tom’s restaurant name) god he seems so happy, Tom Farrell was there as well but on the other stadium side (he posted a story of two lads getting into a boxing match during do I wanna know😂) Miles’ manager rosie_skinner was also present, and I love how Miles didn’t just watch from the wings but enjoyed the concert with his friends from the seats (I’m imagining this is how he invited them: “you wanna go out tonight?” “Sure what did you have in mind?” “Wanna come watch me and my husband play our song in Emirates stadium?”) and he probably was given a setlist beforehand or some roadie was ordered to fetch him a few songs ahead to come backstage where his already tuned guitar was and then Miles was ready to go only waiting for Alex to call him onstage

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Somewhat able to see the crowd jumping In the Video

Also just me or does it seem like Miles got a fresh haircut :)

My day literally consisted of watching that HUG over and over again from every possible angle, I love them and their dramatic hugs like they haven’t seen each other barely two weeks ago that we are aware of, but really I need to receive a hug like that one that’s just I missed you and I’m gonna squeeze all my love into you right now, the kisses 🥹🥹 Miles just casually kissing Al’s neck and his cheek and nuzzling his neck again 🫶🏽 and Alex cradling his head I can’t

Via Miles insta how Alex literally tilts Miles head so he can have better access for the neck kiss and how his hand digs into Miles’ shoulder he literally clings onto him for dear life and tries to ground himself and find the strength for the remaining concert in that hug 🫠

A view at 505 from the wings and a quick Miles and Cookie hug and forehead kiss (also thank you Miles for that prime few of Jamie’s arse 🤣🫶🏽)

Miles’ evening summarized #coming on stage #slaying the guitar parts #kissing half the monkeys 💅 #leaving

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Ep 4: Taissa

Hello! This is about up to Episode 4 of Yellowjackets, and ONLY episode 4 of Yellowjackets. I have not seen beyond the fourth episode, at all, and know NOTHING about this show. Please do not spoil it for me.  Things that are spoilery in nature, for me, include: saying things like  “Just wait!!” confirming or denying anything I put forward, outside information about the cast interviews or creator statements, leading questions like “Do you think “blank moment” means anything?” etc. Remember  that Y’ALL HAVE SEEN THE SHOW AND I HAVE NOT. This informs the way you  talk about things relating to the show. Just be really careful is all  I’m asking. Also: If there is LITERALLY any stance I  could take on this show or character that would make you upset, please  just fucking block the tag

If you WOULD like to discuss the show and my takes on it, the Discord is right here! I don’t go there, so it’s a great place to get every emotion out.

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Taissa’s story in this one is also fairly straightforward--This episode was largely about Nat, if we’re all dwelling in a space of honesty here. 

So much of Taissa’s story, I think, is about domestication. Her wife, Simone, tells her to “be herself” but as we all know that is terrible fucking advice because Tai is a predaotr, she is a wild thing, she is not a domesticated dog like the rest of them. Even when we first see her at the party, our focus is on her uneven, minute wobble on too-tall heels, as if the platform they have placed her upon might crumble at any moment. She is in this world but not of it. 

One fo the things I really really love about Tai, and one of the things that makes me feel uncomfortable, sometimes, and allied with her, and identified by her, is something that I think really comes out in this episode. People have a vision of optimism, of dedication to community, as being a very Usagi Tsukino-type thing. Very bubbly and kind and always loving and forgiving, but Taissa is not that. She is optimistic because she KNOWS the world can be better, she knows that we can get through all this, but she also knows that someone will have to pursue the hunt. Someone will have to be ruthless, and hard, and sometimes difficult and hard to live with. Optimism means knowing the world can be better, even if you are the one who has to drag it toward betterment. 

Taissa is fucking INTENSE. “Why don’t people like you?” Sammy asks her, and oh I fucking understand why people don’t like her in the same way I understand why people don’t like me. 

To that, I fucking adore that she loses her shit, completely blows her chance and to at least some extent, throws away her future, because the things Tai chooses to guard and keep, the promises she’s made to others but especially to herself, are non-negotiable. Now, would I have told Tai to come up with a lie that sounds like a revelation, to learn to tear up a little bit, or some shit? Sure. But do I also love watching her come unglued when she’s told to watch her fucking tone, like she’s a goddamn child and this fucking rich white lady can keep her as a pet? Yeah, we love it! 

I have no idea what the hell I think is going on with Sammy. His watchfulness, it all ties back to the eyes, to Tai’s memories of the man with no eyes and the way he steals…I don’t know. I am constantly thinking a million things at once at everything suyrrounding what’s going on with the man with the eyes, and SEEING and being WATCHED, and how all that comes back to Taissa, and I haven’t figured out a good through line on where I think that’s going yet. I’m collecting little baubles about it and I feel like eventually it’ll all come together for me.

[1-800-iluvhockey]

hi!! can you do an ig edit with owen power where you guys are childhood friends to lovers?

oh how I love this trope!! here ya go nommie! hope you like it :)

(all pictures are not mine, and the storyline is fiction!)

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yourusername - I’m sorry that you turned into a giant, owen! you’re heavy !!

↳ owenpower_ - ah, the girl of my dreams finally comments 🥰 and of course it’s with insults!

mbeniers10 - so this is the famous y/n!!

↳ yourusername - I would say hi nice to meet you, matty but owen is squishing me into my chair right now.

kentjohnson.13 - FACETIME GIRL !!! YOU’RE OWEN’S FACETIME GIRL

↳ owenpower_ - KENT JOHNSON

brendan.brisson - awe you two are adorable! she is so pretty @owenpower_ no wonder you never shut up about her

yourusername - awe, teddy bear talks to you about me? ☺️ @brendan.brisson

↳ brendan.brisson - TEDDY BEAR?! omg owen, the boys and I must meet y/n and learn all of the nicknames

↳ owenpower_ - BACK OFF & you literally have met her before when we played in chi

brendan.brisson - HOLY SHIT—— POWER NO FUCKING WAY

↳ yourusername - all I did was get 2 years older and dye my hair, briss. 👀

thombordeleau - pow if she isn’t with you, can I have a shot?

↳ yourusername - @thombordeleau, giraffe boy and I go wayyyyy back as you can see….. so even if I let you have a chance; he would never let you have one :) but hi, nice to meet you!

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yourusername - just how fast the night changes…… happy draft day to my giraffe of a best friend. I’m so proud of you and what you have accomplished so far in life! you deserve the world and more! no.1 draft pick and no.1 in my heart <3

guess I have to buy a sabres jersey to go along with my collection of power jerseys! again, congrats honey, I love you 🤍

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thombordeleau - BIG DOG AND Y/N !!!!!!! #gosabres & #favecouple

owenpower_ - * finally says I love you for the first time on socials * everyone goes crazy

↳ yourusername - going crazy over us? what 😂

↳ owenpower_ - maybe we should tell them….. :)

brendan.brisson - this caption is so cute and making me feel single 🥲 but go sabres, big dog!!!!

yourusername - get over it briss, we are besties 🤍

owenpower_ - best friend for life ❤️

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owenpower_ - best friends —> girlfriend

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↳ owenpower_ - can’t wait till you wear my jersey and we both have the same last name 💙 (and it’s because of the lighting, I promise babe)

emmpower - or the highlights that we put in today ?! you guys are my faves everrrr

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brendan.brisson - IM LOSING MONEY LIKE IM LOSING MY TEARS😩 this is so cute

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um okay i’m back and uh… I do have a bit of an AU in mind for this one, one where at minimum Risotto lives, and, after Diavolo tries to kill Trish, has an admittedly unsteady alliance with the Bucci Gang based on mutually wanting to fuck up the boss. Bucci Gang!Reader and Risotto have an immediate whirlwind attraction, leading to Risotto trying to be the responsible one and saying 99. “We can’t keep doing this.” But Reader is a stubborn lil shit in love.

Risotto Nero X Reader: Bucci Gang Alliance Au

99. "We can't keep doing this."

His arms are firm and strong, great lengths of hard, lean muscle that never seem to truly relax in your presence, even during these brief and tender moments. It's as if he doesn't really trust you after all, only believes that you're not looking to kill at right at this second, because even if you were to come to betray him, you were still revealing in the feeling of his touch right now.

"We can't keep doing this," his hold on you is loose, barely leaving a single hand along your lower back, but he still hasn't made any move to actually walk away from you yet. As much as he doesn't want to like your touch, he does.

He's stubborn like that, too quick to masque himself from everything and everyone, but even you have seen the flurry of anger that truly drives him deep down, the part of him he wills to suppress because he knows it's the one thing that can be used against him. He never lets you see it, you just persistently end up witnessing it time and time again, and he both loves and hates you for it.

"We can do whatever we want," you mumble against his collarbone, "who's to say we have to stop doing this?"

You feel a sudden flare to his pulse against your lips, a rising rhythmic pump of blood that causes his skin to jump against your mouth. It's the only sign in his reversed demeanor that shows that your words had an impact.

Of course you know why you can't be casual about this. His alliance to your team is built on a steady foundation of desperation and anger, the blood on all of your hands staining the tablecloth where the enemy of our enemy now sits. That's mafia business, not a single one of you could say that you were forced into this life. Each one of you walked into the ocean with eyes closed and mouths open, but even then, his still trying to hold his breath.

All you want is for him to realize he's not dragging you down with him, no matter how much he desperately wants you to believe that.

At this point in his life you're the only thing he has, and he doesn't say that romantically and with adoration. You're a sudden impulse, an oasis he didn't except to find or keep, losing this would mean he truly has lost everything, and he's not ready to face that when he still has to bury the rest of his team.

"There's no point in fighting for something if we don't get collect on it," you let your voice sound firm and steady, something for him to focus on other than his own thoughts, "once this comes to pass then-"

"I know," his voice is deep, yet distant, he's here but he's somewhere else as well. "I'm trying to make it easier for the both of us. Further complicating things is going to get us killed."

"So is facing the boss, we were both in danger long before this started." You briefly think back to the bubbling corpse of his teammate that was left exposed and forgotten in an alley in Pompeii, and wonder if he had time to collect and bury the body before he sent his next teammate to die by your hands. "There is no 'complicating things further' at this point."

He hums, either in frustration or hopelessness or both, you can't tell. He's done with conversation for now, but surprisingly he didn't blow up this time. His hand presses a little firmer into your back, his body tense but still next to yours for now.

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Assorted Sad Relationship Song lyric Meme

part one so it isn’t too long -feel free to edit or change pronouns or syntax- this will definitely be at random

“Always thought I’d go and make a fool of someone else. Now you’ve gone and made me make one of myself.”

“I never needed you like I do right now. But all you ever do is make me cry.”

“I can’t say that I’m innocent. not hardly, i’m sorry.”

“Every breath that I have been taking since you left seems like a waste on me.”

“I’ve been told to get you off my mind. But I hope I never lose the bruises you leave behind.”

“Who do you think you are? Running around leaving scars. Collecting your jar of hearts.”

“Learned to live half alive.”

“Say something, I’m giving up on you.”

“I’ll be the one if you want me too.”

“Tell me you love me. I need someone. On days like this I do.”

“I’m going under and this time i think there is nobody to save me.”

“I guess I kind of liked how you numbed all the pain.”

“I’m done hating myself for feeling. I’m done crying myself awake.”

“You promised the world and I fell for it. I put you first and you adored it.”

“Sang off key in my chorus because it wasn’t yours.”

“You didn’t cheat, but your still a traitor.”

“I’ve been holding back tears while your throwing back beers.”

“so tell me to leave, I’ll pack my bags and get on the road. Cause you remind me everyday that I am not enough, but I still stay.”

“How long can I stay lost without a way to rewrite this story?”

“Someone tell me when- I can start again and rewrite this story.”

“So I really knew you, god, I really tried too.”

“But she gets the flowers right?”

“When you said you loved me, you must have had your fingers crossed.”

“I gave you my hours and advice to fix you and all your daddy issues.”

“Please don’t leave me hollow.”

“And then I got you off your knees put you right back up on your feet, just so you could take advantage of me.”

“You don’t want my heart. You just want attention.”

“I need someone to breathe me back to life.”

“And now that I’m without your kisses, I’ll be needing stitches.”

“Thought I was too smart for this, not a sucker for a kiss.”

“I know I have a heart because you broke it.”

“Running off just to see if I chase. i pretend I know how to erase you.”

“How long can I hang on? I’m caught in the storm.”

“It’s not simple to say that most days, i don’t recognize me.”

“It’s not easy to know that I am not anything like I used to be.”

“Tell me what she has that I don’t.”

“They are never gonna be like you. You set the bar above the moon.”

“You said by now we would paint the walls of our shared apartment and your still all I wanted.”

“She’s all you wanted. When it was my heart, you didn’t want it.”

“We fight, we get high holding on to love.”

“We came down because there was nothing holding us.”

“is it wrong that I still wonder where you are? Is it wrong that I still don’t know my heart?”

“The light is dying. Where are you? Will you answer me?”

“and it hits me when the likes go on, shit, maybe I miss you.”

“I don’t really care how bad it hurts when you broke me first.”

“I’m somebody you touch, but never hold.”

“The only thing worse than sleeping alone is sleeping with your ghost.”

“All I really wanted was that look in your eyes like you know that I am the love of your life.”

“Young people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes.”

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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

[storiesforallfandoms]

pose ~ pete davidson

word count: 1418

request?: yes!

“Hello!! Could you do a Pete fic where the reader is a photographer, they are doing a photoshoot and Pete keeps flirting with her throughout the photoshoot. She brushes this off and continues as normal, but after the shoot they keep running into each other and one day he asks her out on a date and she says yes. Please? Sorry if this doesn't make sense”

description: in which her flirtiest subject runs into her weeks later and decides to finally make a move

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The interviewer kept trying to ask Pete questions, but he kept getting distracted by the photographer who was taking his picture for the article. She was a beautiful young woman who was so engrossed in her work that it made her ten times more attractive to Pete.

“Mr. Davidson,” the interviewer said, the annoyed edge evident in her voice.

Pete dragged his attention from the photographer, a dopey smile on his face that he knew no one could be upset at. Seeing a fantastic photograph opportunity in this, the photographer quickly snapped another shot.

“What was the question?” Pete asked.

The interviewer sighed and shook her head. “Let’s just finish the photographs and finish the interview back in my office.”

“I think we should be good on photographs, actually,” the photographer said. “I got a lot of good ones if you two want to look at them.”

“Wait, I have a great one to finish with,” Pete said.

He turned his back to the photographer and dramatically stuck his butt out. He twitched towards the camera and made a pouty face, putting his finger to his lips. The photographer giggled and took a snap of Pete’s ridiculous pose.

“(Y/N),” the interviewer snapped, “don’t take a picture, that’s unprofessional.”

“I’m not seriously sending it to be used,” (Y/N) said. “It’s just a funny picture.”

“I don’t care, delete it.”

The interviewer stood and walked back to her office, not even asking Pete to follow her. He looked back to (Y/N) to see her face was flushed and she looked a mixture of upset and angry.

“Don’t actually delete it,” Pete said. “I want to see it.”

(Y/N) brought the picture up on her camera and showed it to Pete. “It’s just the rough copy so it’s sort of lame. With the fancy magazine editing it would look really cool.”

“I think it looks great as it is,” Pete assured her. “I’d love to have a copy sent to me.”

“My boss would freak if I did.” Her eyes flicked to the door where the interviewer had just walked away. Pete could see the frustration in her eyes and guessed that this wasn’t the first time (Y/N) had been verbally berated by her.

“I’m sorry you go through that,” Pete said.

She shook her head and waved away Pete’s apology. “Don’t be. I’ve gotten used to it. Doesn’t make it any less infuriating whenever she gets angry for stupid reasons, but it happens.”

“You don’t deserve to be talked to like that, though. You seem very professional, and even that goofy picture you took of me looks incredible.”

(Y/N) smiled and shyly looked down at her camera, unsure how to respond to his compliment.

“You’re also extremely beautiful, but that’s neither here nor there in regards to photography.”

(Y/N) giggled at this.

“You should go finish the interview. Her royal bitch will be waiting for you,” she told him.

Pete didn’t want to leave. He wanted to keep talking to (Y/N), and he really wanted to ask her out on a date. In a very uncharacteristic way for Pete, he found himself too nervous to do so and instead left with a lame “See you around”. The minute he walked out the doors of the studio they had been taking pictures in, he regretted his decision, but continued to the office of the interviewer so he could finally get it done and over with.

~~~~~~

A few weeks later, the article had been published and, unsurprisingly, had blown up massively. It was one of the first interviews that Pete had done that got really deep, and he had talked about a lot of things he had never really publicly discussed before. He fans were eating it up and talking about it non-stop. Pete was happy it had gained such positive traction, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the photographer.

He was in his favorite coffee spot, waiting for his order before running off to work, when the bell over the door rang to signal someone had walked in. Pete glanced up from his phone a moment before looking back down, but then did a quick double take when he realized he recognized the woman who had just walked in.

“Hey! (Y/N)!”

(Y/N), who had also been distracted by something on her phone, looked up to see Pete approaching her. She smiled as she pulled out the one headphone she had in her hear.

“Hey Pete!” she said. “How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good. How are you?”

“Doing great! I have a job offer with a bigger photography company than the one I was working for. I’m heading there after here actually.”

“Holy shit, that’s amazing!”

“Yeah, well I kinda have you to thank for that. They were impressed with the pictures I took for your article and reached out to offer me the job.”

“That must’ve been a saving grace from the wrath that was your boss. When I saw you had included the goofy picture I could only imagine how angry she must’ve been.”

(Y/N) smirked, the memory of her boss’ face, tomato red with anger, after seeing the silly picture taken of Pete in her “very serious” article.

“It was actually the editor’s choice,” she told him. “When I submitted the pictures I had taken, I had included that one by mistake. But the editor loved it. He said that it showcased more of your personality than just your super serious side. He was so insistent on having the picture in the article that he even threatened to take my boss’ name out of the credits if she continued to throw her hissy fit.”

Pete whistled. “That’s brutal. She must’ve loved that.”

“She practically had steam coming out of her ears for a week. She tried to punish me by having one of our other photographers follow her for her next article, but my editor just paired me up with another of our journalists who is much nicer. And now I have this job offer anyways, so there’s really no lose here for me.”

“Well I’m really happy for you. You deserve a place that’s really going to understand your talent and appreciate you for all you do.”

(Y/N) smiled warmly at Pete. She had also been thinking about him a lot since their first encounter. There had been a few times where she almost asked her boss if she know how (Y/N) could get in contact with Pete, but realized that would likely be a bad idea considering her boss basically already hated her.

The cashier called for the next person in line, which was (Y/N). As she stepped forward to place an order, Pete’s name (or rather his fake name as not to be recognized when out in public) was called. He went to collect his coffee and turned back to (Y/N), who had stepped aside to wait for her own. She was looking up at him, almost expectantly.

Before he could stop himself, Pete blurted, “Do you wanna go out some time?”

(Y/N) nearly sighed with relief when he finally said the words. She nodded quickly and took Pete’s hand in her own. She pulled a pen from her bag and wrote her number on his hand.

“Very middle school of you,” Pete teased.

“That’s what makes it so adorable,” (Y/N) responded. “Text me later, we can figure out a time and date. Preferably sometime soon if you’d like.”

“If it were up to me I’d be taking you out right now.”

(Y/N) giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and looked down at her shoes. “Tempting, but I do have to go for that job interview.”

“How about after that? We can go out to celebrate you getting that super awesome job that you deserve.”

“What if I don’t get it?”

“Impossible, but if that happens then we’ll go out and get fucked up so you forget about the interview instead.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Okay, sounds like a plan.”

Her name was called before Pete could say anything else. She grabbed her coffee and waved goodbye to Pete, calling, “See you later, Pete!” over her shoulder as she walked out the coffee shop door.

Pete had to stop himself from happy dancing in the middle of the shop in front of so many people, but inside he was already celebrating his own little win.

[rek1s-headband]

Hello may i request reki angst taking place after episode 7 with a fluff ending?

➯ A/N: Thank you for the request! I’m sure after episode 7 we all need a little bit of Reki comfort. Let’s all give this boy some much needed loving:)

A question for those of you who watched the recent episode: how are we feeling?

➯ Character: Reki Kyan x Reader

➯ Warnings: Shouting, implications of a panic attack

➯Word count:1.7K

“Someone who deserves you”

You could feel yourself struggling to keep your balance on your skateboard, the rain beating down on your figure. Reki hasn’t been answering any of your texts, and had been very distant with you in school, so you’d decided to ride up to his house to see what was wrong. Any time you asked him if he was alright in school, any time you’d beg him to tell you what was making him look so upset, he’d simply ruffle your hair and tell you not to worry your pretty little head about it, that there was nothing wrong. You were his s/o, surely he’d tell you if something was wrong? You’d asked Langa if he knew what was up with Reki, and he’d simply shrug, telling you reki had been kind of off with him as well.

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted as you hit a stray pebble, sending you flying over your board and hitting the floor with a thud. You heard your board roll away, heard someone stop it and pick it up. Looking up, you saw none other than Langa Hasegawa himself walking over to you. He looked concerned, but as he got closer to you, he was wearing what could only be described as a look of pure despair. He put your board down beside you, tears quickly collecting around his eyes.

You were off the floor in an instant, pulling him into your chest, swaying the two of you as langa quietly sobbed into your shoulder. You could feel your hoodie begin to get soaked with rain and his tears, holding him impossibly tighter and playing with his hair in an attempt to calm him down. When his shoulders stopped shaking, you pulled his head out of your shoulder, holding his face in your hands and using your thumbs to swipe away his tears that were beginning to gather again.

“Langa,” you say it gently, but there’s a firmness in your voice that holds enough importance for him to hold in his third hiccup within a minute. “What happened?” The question was barely out of your mouth before his grip on your arms tightened, and he began talking 90 miles a minute.

“It’s Reki, he—I went to his house because he seemed off today and I wanted to know what was wrong, but he wasn’t there so I waited until he came home, but he didn’t show up for ages and I thought maybe he was busy but then it started raining and he came back and he looked so sad, I just wanted to figure out was wrong, but he started shouting a me, saying I was gonna break our promise to not skate against Adam. And I know I told him I wouldn’t skate against him, but its just so exciting and I know I need to beat him if I’m gonna get better, y/n, I need to. But Reki doesnt see that, he just thinks I’m gonn get hurt and-“ you placed a careful hand over his mouth, effectively shutting him up.

“Langa,” you repeated yourself, urgency prevalent in your voice this time. “Where is Reki now?”

“At his house. His mom thought he was with me, can you believe that? He wouldn’t tell me where he was, though. He looked all roughed up and hurt, I just wanted to make sure he was-“ once again, poor Langa’s rambling was cut off, this time by you getting on your skateboard and riding off to Reki’s house. You could tell both boys were clearly hurting, but Reki was all that seemed to fill your mind as you sped down the road to his house. As you began to approach his house, you could make out a small figure leaning against the wall, head in his hands, and soaking wet. Why wasn’t he inside? You saw his head perk up a bit when you got off your skateboard, only to hide his face when he realised it was you, tears also streaming down his face. You knew something was wrong, so why the hell did he try and keep it from you?

Reki didn’t have much time to compose himself or try to explain what was going on before you were marching up to him and flinging your arms around his neck. He stumbled back slightly from the impact, tensing up a bit, before finally letting go and wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. You kept him there for a little bit, before he was slowly pushing you off him, not daring to look you in the eyes. You looked him over, seeing his multiple bruises and rips in his clothing. For once it was him who couldn’t seem to get a word out, and you who couldn’t seem to stop talking.

“What the hell was that? Why did I run into Langa on my way here, and why was he so upset? Why are you so upset? What’s been going on the past coupe of days, you’ve seemed so sad, and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay, but you’ve been so distant and you keep telling me you’re okay, when you’re clearly not okay, so why the hell would you keep it from me? And your clothes, did you fall? Why would you...Reki?” Your questions slowly faded out as you watched Reki slump against the wall, refusing to say a word or look you in the eyes. You got closer to him, a quiet “Reki..?” passing your lips. As you got closer, you heard how quickly he was breathing, heard him quietly repeating “I’m sorry” over and over. You placed your hands on his face, forcing him to look at you. “Hey, Reki, look at me. Its okay. It’s me. I’m not mad at you, I could never be mad at you, no one is.” You could feel his breathing slow down a bit, but he didn’t stop shaking. “Please, talk to me.”

He stood up straighter, taking one of your hands in his, looking away from you once again. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” When you gave him a look of curiosity and concern, he let out a shaky breath, continuing to speak. “I didn’t mean to worry you, I just—I didn’t want to hold you back, any of you. Maybe,” he looked at you for the first time in what felt like forever, “maybe you’d be better of if we weren’t together.” He gave you the fakest smile you’ve ever seen as you felt your heart fall into your stomach. “You should find someone who can keep up with you. Someone who deserves you”

Oh.

So that’s what it was....

“Reki....” you pulled his chin up to look at you, tears pooling in both of your eyes at this point. “Is that how you really feel?” You thought he was having a hard time after Langa had gotten better at skateboarding, but any time you questioned him he simply perked up, claiming he was delighted with Langa’s “newfound fame.” But now you were certain of it. “You know we’d never, ever leave you behind, right? We love you, all of us do!” You stopped to wipe a tear away from his face, feeling his shuddering breath on your face.

“It’s just that,” he pulled away from your hold, pulling his arms in around himself. He took a step or two back, tilting his head back to look up into the sky, rain pouring onto his face. “It was me who started skating first, he’s barely even started! And now he’s beaten two of the top competitors, and he wants to go against the founder of the whole thing? It’s not fair, it was my thing, and now he’s got all the recognition! I dont even care that he’s gotten good, I couldn’t be happier. I just dont want this to all get to his head and leave me! Or worse,” he made his way back over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, “what if he gets hurt, and he quits skateboarding and I’m alone again? I can’t do it again, y/n, I cant lose another friend.” He collapsed into your arms, and you could feel him begin to cry again. For someone who was always such a ball of enthusiasm, this was heartbreaking to watch unfold. You held him close to you, pushing your hands through his sopping wet hair, making a mental note to force him to take a warm bath later.

You began to trace patterns on his back as you felt him calm down a little, poking his head out from where it was hiding. “There’s no one in this world I’d rather be with than you, Reki, so you can cut the ‘someone who deserves you’ shit. I’m yours, and you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not” you gave him a soft smile as he began to wrap you in an embrace, the persistent rain still beating down on the pair of you. He placed his hands on your hips, looking down on you with what could only be described as a look of pure adoration.

“What the hell did I do to deserve someone like you”, he gave you a soft smile, before leaning down to give you a desperate, passionate kiss. You reciprocated immediately, running your hands through his hair once again. You stayed like that for a while, pressing long, open mouthed kisses to each other’s lips. You felt him let out a quiet sigh, pulling you even closer to him and gripping onto the back of your hoodie. When you finally pulled away, he kept his hands on your waist, yours still playing with the ends of his hair at the back of his neck. He looked down at you, a dopey grin plastered on his face.

“I’m not going anywhere, Reki Kyan. None of us are. You’ll never be alone as long as we’re by your side.” You kept your face close to his, your breath mingling in the middle. You pressed one last kiss to his forehead, pulling away from him. “Now lets get out of the rain, you’re gonna get sick.” He followed you down the path to his house like a puppy, a fond smile never leaving his face. “And you better talk to Langa as soon as you get out of that damn shower, I’ve never seen that guy look worse than he did than he did leaving your house.”

“Shit”

[m-jelly]

Hi Jelly! Since Valentine's day is coming soon, can I request a fic which is also a mix of the Letters from Levi event (I really love those letters sm!)

Basically where Levi (who is good at writing) is asking reader to be his valentine, but he is not much of a talker so he writes her a letter to be his valentine. And during their valentine's date he was gonna confess but messes it up, and the next day he gives her an apology letter and confesses

I hope it ain't too complicated and take your time rlly ily and stay safe༎ຶ‿༎ຶ💞

Double letters from Levi. Tried my best with him being a good boy at writing in the first one, then our lad just fucking loses it in the second. <3

Brat,

I am writing to enquire if you would perhaps do me the honour of joining me on an outing? It will not be a group outing, but you and I alone together. To put it simply, I am asking you on a date.

I have observed you for a long period and have admired the way you move and work. You are strong, charismatic, thoughtful and inspiring. I know I am but a simple and rather rough man, but I am aware that my writing abilities are somewhat decent.

But I digress.

The point of this letter is to request your presence on a date where you and I will go somewhere pleasant. My intention is for you to feel happy, safe and elated with how things proceed. I have planned out the whole day, so you need not worry about a thing. Let me take care of you.

If you accept this invitation, then I shall collect you tomorrow from your room and we shall head out. I do not want the base knowing we are going on a date, the reason being, Hange would not drop it and I would have to murder her. I also want you all to myself.

We will be walking a bit, so make sure you are comfortable with the things you pick to walk in. Do not worry about yourself too much, because you are so breathtaking in everything you wear. You’re just so wonderful. However, comfy shoes are a must in order for your precious body not to get hurt. I do hope that you accept my invitation and look forward to this date. I am very much looking forward to it.

I have something very important to discuss with you on this date. I have feelings and thoughts that I wish to reveal to you. I do hope you hear me out. It’ll be hard for me to get how I feel out, so be patient with me when I reveal my feelings.

Yours,

Levi.

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My sweet brat,

I cannot apologise enough for the fucking mess I had with my shitty mouth. I know this letter isn’t as fancy as the first one, but my emotions are high right now and I just need to get this crap out.

I tried to tell you how I felt, but it became shut a jumbled fucked up mess. I know you said to me it was okay and that I should take my time and write it all down in a letter, but damn it brat I wanted to tell you what’s going on in person. I was going to be brave and smooth like I was advised, then I was going to open up to you.

You were just so beautiful and you had such cute blush on your face. I was just in awe of your beauty that I just could speak. I might as well shoved my damn foot in my stupid mouth because that would have made a lot more sense than I did. How can one person be so fucking adorable and cute? You should be made illegal! Fuck, the things you do to me. I felt like I didn’t deserve to be at your side with the way you looked, how amazing you smelt and how you just lit up the room.

I enjoyed our date, I really did. It went perfect up until I couldn’t speak for shit near the end. The walk together as we held hands was blissful. I was nervous over the picnic I made, mainly because I didn’t know if you’d mind that I did a lot of research about you and made everything you love. I was very flustered when you hugged my side as we talked, but I adored it so much. Hugging each other as we enjoyed the nature around us was so wonderful. I got a little nervous when we lay back and looked up at the sky and watched the clouds together, but making up animals and things in the clouds was so much fun.

Everything was perfect until my stupid mouth fucked things up. So, I’m doing what you suggested and writing things down. I love you brat. I’ve loved you for a long fucking time. I’m so madly in love with you, that I just stumble over my words because I’m so passionate about you. I love you with every fibre of my body. I want you to be mine and only mine for the rest of our lives. I want the teashop together. I want the children and I want to grow old with you. I love you so fucking much. Please say you love me back.

If you do and you enjoyed our date as much as I think you did, then can we go on a second one? We can also work together on our paperwork just so we can spend more time together. I just want to be around you all the time. I want to be near you. This is all I wanted to say to you. This is what was held in my heart all this time. I love you.

Forever yours,

Levi x

[etherealeeknow]

vocal lesson

• rated m for mature, slight angst

• pairing: vocal coach!seungmin x fem!reader

• wc: 2.3k (confession: writing long fics isn’t my forte)

• tw: underlying toxic relationship, masturbation (m), grinding, groping, unprotected vaginal sex, explicit language, creampie- i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:

• note: i have a love hate relationship with this fic. i have a few goals i’d like to achieve from this fic and whether or not i’ll succeed is based on your feedbacks 🥺 so please don’t hesitate to drop them! also, enjoy!

• tag list: @es-kay-zee @formidxble @bobateastay @vogueinnie @sailorhyunjinz // leave a comment, dm, or an ask to be tagged! thank you ♡

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seungmin despises the way his heart dropped when he sees your name flashing on his phone screen instead of you flashing upon his eyes. by this time, he’s fully aware that a chatty girl like you isn’t the type to text. in fact, you only do it on one occasion, which is when you’d like to cancel the class. just like what he has expected, the text says you won’t be able to make it that day and that you’re sorry; but he knows you’re not sorry. he knows you’re doing this on purpose—to torture him—and it’s working perfectly.

honestly, the suffocating pain in his chest isn’t because he has been losing sleep, tossing and turning in his king size bed for hours over the thought of you being all dolled up in the baby blue dress he has gifted you; neither is it because he missed his favorite orchestra playback this morning just so he could find the most perfect white shirt out of his collection of other white shirts just so he can appear pleasant for you, but because you’ve been cancelling the lesson for three times in a row. if your mother ever finds out about this, she would definitely fire him. to prevent that from happening, seungmin has been silencing your maids with credits, but he knows too well they’d soon go for more if you keep this up. 

fiddling with the handkerchief that you had purposely left for him a few weeks back, seungmin gloomily shoves it into his pocket before dragging himself to the grand piano to warm his throat up. the first few notes started off slow and stable according to the piano keys, but with constant fear running on his mind, his fingers slipped and pressed the wrong one. the awry sound makes him cringe and shuts his eyes in annoyance. he hates it, mistakes, he hates it to the fullest, yet he has managed to keep up with it all this time just because he adores you more than anything, even when your cracked voice sometimes haunts him at night. see, seungmin’s giving his all to you,

but why are you doing this to me? where are you? i miss you.

“heh, pathetic,” he mutters to himself as he slowly lies down onto the piano bench, facing the chandelier which lights would usually illuminate you when sitting on the same bench while waiting for him to get to the music room, running your delicate fingers along the black and white wood. your side profile’s exactly like a goddess—breathtaking.

sighing over the imagery of you, he begins unbuckling his belt; eyes closing momentarily when he slips a hand into his unbuttoned pants and starts palming his clothed member. three weeks. it’s been three weeks since he last got off, since he last felt your touch, and he’s been trying his best to hold back because he believes you’ll eventually come around. he believes you won’t leave him just like that, yet you aren’t here again today, and he’s dying to release his pent-out frustration.

a heavy sigh escapes his lips when he takes out his dick, the tip leaking from precum and it makes him let out another sigh when he begins pumping it; another one follows, then another one, and it carries on as seungmin’s hand goes faster by each second. even in the peak of his pleasure, all he can think of is you. oh, how heavenly it would’ve been to have both your soft hand and pretty lips around him instead. his free hand is quick to slip into his pocket, snatching your handkerchief. despite only briefly smothering himself with it, your lingering scent alone is enough to make his head spin. with the sateen now wrapping around his throbbing cock, it feels as if you’re there, skin to skin with him.

“fuck!” he hisses, but eyes widening right away over his own volume as he quickly raises his head to check on the slightly opened door.

he’s so close and pausing in the middle just to lock the damned door would ruin everything. should he just bet on his luck today? it’s not like any of his well trained maids would rudely barge into his music room, right? but who knows?

screw it.

his back automatically arches when he feels the increasing tension in his pelvis, and it pushes him to fasten his hand move—pumping his dick rapidly to release. with eyes rolling to the back of his head, seungmin begins chanting your name desperately and that’s your last straw. the moment seungmin ejaculates is the moment you slam the door open and run towards him. the poor guy who’s barely riding out his high jumps on the bench as he sits up.

“y/n—”

“shut up,” you cut him off and crash both of your lips and body together, causing him to fall back down onto the bench, and creating a somewhat deafening screech on the floor, but it’s nothing compared to his loud moan in between the kiss.

the feeling of you straddling his lap instantly makes him hard again; the feeling of his warm hands running wild all over you and the stickiness on your inner thigh coming from your ruined handkerchief has you wetting your already damped panties—the effect of rubbing yourself when peeping on his little show. as the kiss deepens, so does your hunger for each other. of course, there’s no way you’ve gotten over what he did, and he’s surely still upset for being ghosted too, but for now, lust is winning. one squeeze on your thigh is all it needs for you to throw your baby blue dress across the room.

“you’re always so hot when you do that,” says the now naked seungmin who gets back onto the same position, looking at you with his half lidded eyes as his arms stretch out to fondle your breasts, his favorite part.

“the only time you’d compliment me is when we have sex,” you scoff before going back down on him, slowly yet easily pushing his cock inside of you, and both of you grunt in unison.

“y/n, ah— shit! i told you it’s because i know you can do better.”

snorting, you call him a liar before grinding mindlessly, movement starting off slow just like how your breathy moans starting off low. as much as seungmin enjoys being taken care of, patience doesn’t exist in his dictionary today. his hands leave your chest for your hips, guiding you to slip in and out of him at a faster pace. but that’s still not enough—he needs more. in a blink of an eye, you go from being on top of him to under him. seungmin bangs you down loudly on the grand piano, your buttcheeks and hands hitting the keys and filling the entire room with jumbled notes while you yourself are filled by him to the fullest, right at your g-spot.

“seung— fuck!” 

“louder,” he commands while thrusting into you, hips moving in a rhythm, and strong hands bringing your legs up to rest on his shoulders before holding onto your ass, supporting you from slipping down—multitasking is indeed his second best talent besides singing.

“what’s the p— point?” you breathe out, trying your best to sound coherent while maintaining eye contact, “so you’ll compliment karina instead again? pat her on the head and caress her cheek again?”

“you know i only did that to motivate you.”

“bullshit.”

if seungmin has to name anything you can do best, it’ll definitely be your ability to drive him crazy—disobeying him. again, he believes he has been going all in, keeping up with your lack of talent and bullshit for the past half a year; the way you’d fight, then fuck him, and fight again only to fuck him again, and the cycle continues. whenever he tries to talk things out, be it about your vocal lesson or your tangled relationship, you wouldn’t give a damn. today, that has to change.

“and i’m the one to blame? karina always listens to me,” he replies, slowing his thrust as he can feel your walls clenching around him even more and more.

“faste—“

“i said louder, y/n. tear your mouth wide open,” he grunts, thrusting into you so strongly that you jump and land back on the piano, creating such messy harmonies.

“seungmin, faster!” you yelp, voice raspy yet a little louder this time with your hands finding their way on his shoulders, and it makes him sneer as he leans in to kiss you, biting your lower lip before he lets go, and stop dead on track.

“hoarse voice, dry lips. don’t i always tell you to stay hydrated?”

you find it unfair. seungmin’s energy doesn’t make sense. the fact that he still has the power to put up with fucking while carrying you even after his solo session is unfair. and the way he has the audacity to give you a vocal lesson in the middle of everything, then stopping just because you aren’t complying is way too cruel, but perhaps, this is what you deserve.

“i’ll never cancel our lessons again. i’ll— i’m sorry. i will really listen to you,” you beg desperately, almost sobbing as you grind on him, refusing to let the tingling sensation on your core die down.

seungmin shakes his head. he knows you too well. normally, seeing you surrender like this softens him and makes him think that perhaps, he’s being way too demanding, or maybe, he should be even more understanding.

“that’s not what i asked for, love.” is what he says before resuming, putting all the remaining pressure he has left to snap his dick deeper into you.

that’s when his name falls out of your lips ever so gracefully, followed by endless ah’s, jaw hanging open. this is the loudest and clearest you’ve ever been—no holding back, no hitching breaths, no cracking—pure perfection. 

seungmin doesn’t even need to ask for more because you’re already repeating it on your own.

“fuck yes. just like that. such a good girl,” he grunts right beside your ear, picking up his pace.

it only takes a few moments till you feel the familiar knot in your abdomen coming back along with him twitching inside of you, and this time, you make sure to hold onto him so tight, afraid he’d pull the same stunt again.

“shit— please let me cum. please cum with me, come inside me, please, please, please,” you blabber, voice turns husky once more, but seungmin couldn’t care less, there’s always another chance for another vocal lesson. right now, all he wants is to,

“cum.”

the two of you reach together. name chanting, legs shaking, fingers digging, and body fluids mixing into each other—drenching not only your lower bodies, but also the extravagant bösendorfer piano seungmin shipped all the way from austria. but that’s another thing to worry about. right now, he can barely keep his eyes open while you can barely feel your stiff spread legs across his shoulders. once he’s made sure you’re over your high, seungmin gently pulls out and lets you down. he sits himself first on the bench before pulling you by the waist to seat you on his lap, and the two of you let silence take over for a little while.

“i know you’ve been bribing my maids,” you start off, “they have a big pay, but it’s impossible for their designer bags to double up in just a week, you know,” you continue while pushing his damp hair aside, revealing the remaining half of his sweaty forehead.

“they were gonna snitch on you to your mom,” he replies, pausing in the middle to mirror your action, pushing strands of hair to the back of your ear before averting his gaze back on your eyes.

even with your smudged eye makeup and cracked lipstick, you’re still as shining, dilating his pupil.

“and?”

“and she’s gonna fire me.”

“isn’t that what i should worry about? you’re a world winning award soprano. there are hundreds of talented people waiting in line to be your students. money isn’t the problem. plus, i know you hate my voice. i also never listen to you, never call you sir, and am ninety nine percent horny throughout our lessons. in short, i’m a bratty and disrespectful pain in the ass.”

your punchline makes him snort and he can’t help but to pull you into a hug, closing the already small space in between so he can indulge in your body heat and feel your chest beating calmly alongside his.

but what happened to changing things? don’t you wanna be in charge? you can’t just let her have everything she wants. 

despite hearing the faint voices in his head, mocking him for having the weakest heart for you, seungmin doesn’t care. for all he knows, he was a train wreck earlier this day; he surely didn’t expect he would go from reminiscing the memory of you under the chandelier to it actually coming true. 

“this is real, you’re here.”

“it is. i am.”

“and you’re gonna—“ pausing, he breaks the hug to cup your cheeks, “you have to stay.”

“what for? for you? for the vocal lessons? for… what?” you question, unconsciously tilting your head as you place a hand over his, slightly squeezing it, hoping he wouldn’t let go.

silence.

“i might be a bitch, but i’m not dumb. it isn’t about money and it isn’t about sex either. so what is it, seungmin?” you ask, eyes searching for an answer before adding, “i bring no good to you.”

you’re right. his best friends have said the same thing. they can’t seem to wrap their heads around how a collected person like him can break so easily over a random, spoiled, daddy’s little princess. it doesn’t make sense, he knows—i know. he’s been trying to figure it out, only to meet the same dead end.

“i’m a mistake.”

yes—yes you are, and seungmin hates it, mistakes, he hates it to the fullest, yet he has managed to keep up with it all this time just because,

“you’re the only mistake in my life that i can take, y/n.”

—

gen’s masterlist

[goodlucktai]

(I feel like I should finish your prompt first but. These ones are so good....feel free to ignore if you have too many asks but 29 or 33 with chocobros...?

PROMPTS LIST

33. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

ik i just did this one for natsuyuu but...........chocobros

x

They're somewhere in Duscae, near enough to the coast that each breeze carries a hint of the sea, on another errand for another stranger to scrape together enough gil to eat tonight.

They've stopped at the last little roadside cluster of shops before the countryside stretches far and wide and wild, stocking up on what meager supplies they can afford.

Noctis has never lived this way before. He's never gone to bed hungry before. Neither has Gladio or Ignis, for all their world-weariness and the general practical knowledge and common sense they walk around with that far surpasses Noctis' own.

Ignis can budget with the best of them, and Gladio is willing to eat literally anything at any time, but Prompto is the one who gets it.

He chats at length about all the times he's had to get creative with pasta or rice because it was all that was left in his pantry. Back in high school, when he could only work part-time. When someone should have been taking care of him, and instead he was left to figure out how to stretch a tiny budget much farther than made sense.

"Come on, Iggy," he said once when they were out shopping, half-laughing. Like he thought Ignis was joking. "Fresh produce? We've got like a hundred gil between the four of us and we're totally out of restoratives."

And Ignis paused, and glanced sidelong at him. He put back the crisp, flowery vegetables and pulled out his little notebook and asked for suggestions instead. It took Prompto a few minutes to convince himsef that Ignis was taking him seriously, but now they like, bond over canned fruit.

"I'm gonna kill this catoblepas with my bare hands," Gladio says with feeling, leaning against the car. "I'm so godsdamned sick of pasta. Don't tell Iggy I said that."

Noctis rolls an energy drink between his hands absently, brow furrowed. It's tricky business, and he's not very good at it just yet, but home-made elixirs save them a ton of gil. He feels guilty when they have to spend their money on something he should be able to do himself.

"I'm telling him," he says without missing a beat. "He'll never forget, and he'll give you shit every single time you make cup noodles from now on, forever."

"I can't stand you," Gladio tells him seriously.

The bell above the door of the convenience store rings brightly, and Noctis glances up to see Ignis and Prompto walking out looking a lot more cheerful than they did going in.

Gladio's face does something very subtle and specific when he sees them, there and gone in a second, before Noctis can pin it down and figure it out.

"What are you two chucklefucks up to?" he calls over. Ignis immediately narrows a disapproving stare at him, but Prompto beams.

"I got a commission, sort of!" he says.

"A commission?" Noctis parrots, sending the energy drink back to the Armiger.

"Sort of?" Gladio adds.

"While we were checking out, the store-owner saw my camera, and seemed really into it," Prompto says. "Since, you know. It's unique."

Noctis does know. The digital camera hanging at Prompto's side has been with him since Noctis first bought it for him three years ago. He would rebuild it every so often, bowed over a collection of impossibly tiny parts spread out carefully across a dish towel at the kitchen table in Noctis' apartment. To call it unique is a bit of an understatement.

Gladio frowns, sensing where this is going a split-second before Noctis does. "And?"

"And he offered me money for it! Like, more than it's worth probably. A lot more."

"I don't see how that could be possible," Ignis says smoothly, leaning through the open window of the Regalia to put the shopping bag in the backseat. "Since your camera is clearly priceless. Which is what I explained to the man."

Noctis relaxes, glad that Ignis and Prompto have bonded over shopping to the point that neither of them want to do it unless they can go together-- because if Prompto had been in there by himself, he 100% would have sold his camera. He would have hated to do it, but he would have done it. It's like he thinks he owes his friends something just for letting him exist.

"Good looking out, Specs," Gladio says gruffly. Prompto waffles a bit, looking torn between pleased and embarrassed. Noctis decides to rescue him.

"What commission, though?" he asks.

"Oh, right. Well, he was kind of bummed about the camera, but he asked if he could see some of my photos, and Ignis said we had time-- "

If it were literally anyone else, Noctis thinks, up to and including and especially the Actual Crown Prince, Ignis would have said they were in a hurry and not to show off.

"--and he seemed really impressed! With the photos! I told him we were going to take down a catoblepas, and he asked why, and I said for some cash, I mean, clearly," Prompto adds, gesturing at the four of them and their general road grime. "So he, ah-- well he's never seen a catoblepas up close before, and he said if I could get some good pictures of it, he'd pay me for them. He gave me a figure, and it's, like, better than some of the jobs I've done for Vyv."

He's delighted, clearly. He likes feeling like he's pulling his own weight. Noctis is always so relieved when Vyv calls, not because of the inherent payday, but more because it puts this light in Prompto's eyes that Noctis would easily climb a hundred volcanic mountains for.

"Damn, Prompto, at this rate you'll have funded our whole trip," Gladio says. He doesn't ruffle his hair anymore, because Prompto actually hates that, just sort of scrunches his fingers through it instead. Prompto doesn't hate that at all. It's adorable.

Sometimes in the early morning, when he and Noctis are the last to drag themselves out of the tiny camper, they'll do their affirmations together:

"Gotta be our best today," Noctis will say, and Prompto will put on this absurdly determined expression, bed hair hanging into his eyes and cheek still creased pink from the pillow.

"Gotta get those hair scrunches," he'll reply gravely.

"What else did he say, Prompto?" Ignis says in a pleasant tone of voice that Noctis hasn't trusted since he was seven years old.

"Um! Nothing. Nothing worth repeating, anyway, you know." He is looking completely away from them now, an avoidance tactic if Noctis has ever seen one. "Woah, is that really the time? We better get going if we wanna catch that cow before it gets dark!"

He turns toward the car and runs into Gladio's arm instead.

"He suggested that Prompto's talents would be put to better use in different company," Ignis says, his voice carrying clearly over Prompto's whine of 'nooo, Iggy, let it go.' "He said that if Prompto ever got tired of our lifestyle, his door would be open."

Ah, Noctis thinks, followed by, ouch?

"Oh, fuck that guy," Gladio blurts. "Let me go talk to him."

"No!" Prompto clings to his arm, throwing all his weight into keeping Gladio in place. The Shield, who could bench Prom's entire body weight in one hand, lets himself be detained anyway and pretends to be annoyed about it. "Ignis, why are you causing trouble right now?" Prompto says frantically.

"Transparency is important in a relationship," Ignis replies.

"There's transparency and then there's causing trouble. Noct, tell them."

"I think Gladio should go talk to him," Noctis says immediately. But then Prompto looks betrayed, and it makes Noctis feel awful. "Ugh, okay. Okay. We're leaving. Ignis, Gladio, that's an executive order."

"Are you sure I can't punch him in the face?" Gladio grumbles.

"Am I-- yes, dude!" Prompto half-laughs nervously. "Very sure!"

"What if I just broke his nose a little?"

"Then that would be treason, I guess, cause Noct just said no."

It's with the standard amount of bickering and noise that they climb into the car, the top rolling up over their heads as it starts to drizzle. Ignis pulls smoothly back onto the cracked asphalt road and reaches over to turn the radio on; a peace offering. From the backseat, Noctis can see the corner of Prompto's smile, framed by a flyaway piece of yellow hair.

They live this way now, but they didn't always. Noctis used to have the run of the whole Citadel, had his own penthouse apartment, grew up dodging banquets and lavish dinners. It's not like he likes sleeping on the ground and having nothing to eat. It's not like he chose to lose his home.

But it could be worse. It's not a bad way to live, just Noctis and the people he loves best and these countless hours together. There's a lot of hard work and sometimes he goes to bed hungry but he knows he'll remember these days forever. He knows he'll miss them.

"Hey," he says, over the quiet sound of rain on the windows and the catchy synth-pop crooning out of the speakers. "Don't ever sell your camera, okay?"

Prompto says, "I mean, I wouldn't ever want to."

"Seriously," Noctis presses. He doesn't want to let it go. It feels important. "Your pictures are-- they mean the world to me, Prom. I can't even tell you."

His friend looks bewildered. He's half-turned in his seat, and his eyes stray to Gladio, then jump to Ignis, then settle back on Noctis. Whatever he's looking for, he seems to find it, because he smiles.

"Okay, weirdo," he says, "one fully-documented roadtrip, coming up. I won't leave anything out."

Noctis is counting on it.

[marxles]

[8:45pm]

You walked through the door that leads to the dorm your boyfriend is currently residing in. Shutting the door behind you silently, you slipped off you shoes and made your way to the kitchen, saying hello to the few members that were lounging about. You headed over here after receiving multiple text messages from different members claiming they were worried for your boyfriend. The boy’s schedule was overpacked, causing you to not see your boyfriend in person for a month. Your boyfriend, as hardworking as he is, tries his best to maintain contact with you through texting before going to bed and when waking up, as well as video chatting whenever possible even if only for a few minutes at a time. 

“He’s in his room, been in there all day.” Yuta said as he placed his dishes in the sink, nodding in the direction of the bedrooms. 

“What happened? Is he okay?” You asked worried.

“No idea. One minute he’s in the recording studio working on lyrics, the next he’s on the ground sobbing and yelling that he can’t breathe.” Taeil explains. 

“Wait, so he had a panic attack? Do you know why or what caused it?” You started to get more and more antsy, wanting to just run to your boyfriend and hold him. 

“I guess so, we had no idea what was happening. We took him to the emergency room and they gave him something to calm down and we headed back here.” The older hyung stated.

“Yeah, he really freaked us all out. The nurse said that he had been working himself too hard and apparently stressed himself out over stupid lyrics that all his emotions just built up and he exploded.” Yuta explained. 

You just nodded, taking in the information the older guys were throwing at you. 

“I’m gonna go and see him, I guess. Make sure he’s okay.” You whispered, waiting for the boys to nod before you made your way over to the bedrooms. 

You knocked quietly on your boyfriends door, waiting for a response. When you didn’t receive any, you knocked again. 

“Go away, hyung, I told you to leave me alone.” You heard your boyfriends raspy voice speak. 

You opened the door slightly, peeking your head inside the room and scanning his room before landing on your boyfriend, Mark, curled in a ball in the corner. You opened the door wider and stood in the doorway, your heart breaking as he looked up with tears running down his face. 

“Oh, hi baby, wh-what are you doing here?” Your boyfriend asks, getting up and wiping his tears away. He stands before you fidgeting with the end of his long shirt and shifting from one foot to the other. 

You stepped inside the room, closing and locking the door behind you in case one of his members or a manager tries to come in. Moving closer to Mark, you placed a hand on his cheek, wiping away the stray tears that were still falling. You looked him in the eyes, red and puffy before placing your other hand on his other cheek, now cradling his face as more tears were starting to fall. 

“Oh baby…” You started and then pulled him in closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. The two of you stood there for what seemed like hours, just allowing him let everything out and letting him pull you closer and closer until hi shoulders stopped shaking and you didn’t hear anymore sniffling. He pulled away and wiped his face of a few remaining tears before grabbing your hand and leading you to his bed. Laying down on his side, he pulled you down so you laid on your back while he placed his head on your chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist before letting out a deep sigh and closing his eyes. You threaded your fingers through his dark roots, trying to rid the hairspray that clumped his hair together. 

“Do you wanna talk about?” You suggested softly. Peering down to look at his expression. 

“Not really… I guess I just got a bit overwhelmed with everything our company is throwing at us.” He whispered and sighed again, moving his head so he can look up at you. 

“Really? Cause from what I heard, it seemed a lot more intense than just ‘a bit overwhelming.’” You responded. He didn’t say anything back and instead stared up at you as if admiring your face. They way he looked at you released butterflies in your stomach and your mind to completely lose track of all thought. You two had been dating for almost two years now and you still cannot get used to the sensations he sends through you, the way your body lights up as if on fire whenever he looks your way, how you get lightheaded whenever he kisses you as if it was the last thing he was ever going to do. Everything this boy does to you, you still cannot and probably will not get used too. 

“Babe..? Are you okay?” He chuckles a bit at your fazed expression and allows himself to roll off you to lay on his stomach, while you moved onto your side so you two were facing each other. 

“What? Yeah, yeah, I’m good.. why?”

“Because I just asked you a question and you just stared at me for about a two minutes. Where’d you go?” You just smiled and leaned forward to connect your lips with his, a brief interaction that had left you breathless. You pulled away, leaving only centimeters between you two before staring into his eyes again. What’s that expression, the eyes are the windows into the soul, well, you wouldn’t mind looking into his soul all the time if what looked back at you in return was intense adoration and love. 

You pulled away completely and moved on top of Mark so you were straddling his back. You started to lightly press into his back, massaging him and then moving up to his shoulders, to try and release some tension he might have. You moved your hands back down to his waist before placing them under his shirt and pushing it up, placing kisses up his back. He let out a deep breath before speaking. 

“What are you doing?” You pressed a few more kisses up his spine, pressing your chest flush against his back. You lightly kissed the spot just under his ear before responding. 

“Just let me take care of you for once.” You whispered, kissing the shell of his ear once and then moving back up and getting off of him. 

“Roll over onto your back.” 

Mark moved his head up to look at you once before listening and flipping over onto his back, letting you get back to straddling him. You pushed his shirt up further exposing more of his gorgeous, toned body that you haven’t seen in person for so long. He got the hint and lifted his shoulders off the bed allowing you space to pull his shirt off entirely, leaving him in only his black sweatpants. You gazed down to admire your beautiful boyfriend and then leaned back down to continue attacking his neck. You placed another kiss under his ear and made your way down leaving red marks that were soon to be replaced with purple and blue hues. You reached his sweet spot, just right in the crevice of his collarbone and neck, paying extra attention to that one spot. Mark let out a few groans and breaths, letting his eyes flutter close as you continue your work. 

You continued to place kisses down Mark’s chest, leaving marks down to his stomach, listening to Mark’s breathing as it gets heavier and heavier. You sat back up to admire your craftsmanship, a proud smile gracing your features while you traced your fingers lightly down his body, reaching the hem of his sweatpants. You peered back up at him, looking at his face through your eyelashes, looking for some sort of approval before continuing your journey. Mark noticed your hesitation and opened his eyes, nodding slightly. That was all you needed before letting your hands trace over his growing bulge, his breath hitching at the contact. You smiled at him again and then moved your hands to the strings of the sweatpants, untying them and pulling them down slightly. You got off him so he could lift his hips and push down his pants past his ankles. You looked down at his boxers and and placed your hand on his crotch, pressing down earning a gasp from your boyfriend. You looked up at him before letting your hands wander to the top of his boxers, letting them pull down his boxers, his dick springing free. 

Mark hissed as the cold air hit his dick, but it was soon replaced with a moan as your hand wrapped around the tip, gathering the pre-cum that was leaking through. You rubbed the tip a bit before reaching down and wrapping your mouth around the tip while your hand moved down to the base of his cock. Your boyfriend let out a deep groan at the sensation of your mouth and so he reached his hand down to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail. You removed your hand from his dick and allowed Mark to push you down further until your nose was touching his skin, his dick reaching the back of your throat, making you gag a bit. To be honest, you couldn’t care less. You let him mishandle you, thinking that he needed the release of his tension, and so you let him. You let him deep throat you as tears started brimming your eyes, but you let him keep going. 

With your throat burning, tears now escaping, and scalp hurting, you placed your hands on his thighs to signal to him that you needed a breather and reluctantly, he let you go. You gasped for air as you came up. 

“Sorry.. Got a bit carried away..” He mumbled. You disregarded him and after collecting yourself, you leaned back down to take him in your mouth again. You bobbed you head up and down, reaching your hand up so you can grab his hand to lead back into your hair. He starts to card his fingers through your hair, letting out a few deep grunts and thrusting up into your mouth. 

“Shit, I’m.. God.. I’m close, baby.” You kept going, letting him thrust up into you a few more times before he let out a string of curses, releasing into your mouth. You let go of him, a bit of saliva connecting your lips with his dick, before sitting up completely and swallowing his load. Mark opened his eyes, looking a bit dazed before sitting up along with you and reaching his hand up to wipe the corners of your mouth. 

“Good girl. My good girl.” He stares at your mouth before leaning in and connecting your lips together. He kissed you with so much passion and lust, a feeling reaching down into your core. He pulled away slightly before whispering. 

“Your turn.” 

[multi-fxndom446]

Forever

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Warning: angst to fluff I suppose. Also the fact I proof read this at 3am and thought it was good so I’m posting it now before I regret it and re-write it 6 more times to then give up ✌🏻😝 anways

Part 2? I have a good idea but it’s up to you guysXD (which I’m not gonna lie part 2 would probably help it make sense)

Summary:

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Out on our own

Gojo Satoru. Where do you even start to describe that man? Or how you fell for him?

That’s all you could think of when you looked towards him. Smiling softly at his feature that he showed proudly or the features he kept hidden away like his eyes. His eyes were something you could get lost in any day of your life and maybe that was one of the reasons you had fallen for him.

You smiled softly as he spoke to you, he was telling you another story of his students. You knew more then anyone how proud he was of them, even if others thought otherwise. That was another reason you had fallen so hard.

You had known gojo for many years and in those years you actually got to chip away at his god complex and get to who he truly was. He didn’t know you did it until it was to late and he suddenly couldn’t let you go.

If you had known falling for gojo would one day lead you to losing him, you still would’ve let yourself fall over and over.

Dreamin in a world that we both know

You sat by his side quietly, watching his smile brighten more and more. It was a rare chance the two of you got to be alone.

You glanced down at his hands as they gently and mindlessly played with yours. He must’ve caught onto your lack of attention because suddenly his hands were moving to your face to gently return your gaze to him.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, rather softly. Something you had gotten used to. In these rare moments he liked to be his quieter self to relish in your presence rather then his own.

You took his hand from your face and gently kissed his palm before you looked out at the buildings that surrounded the school. You locked his fingers with yours and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Just everything I suppose.” You chuckled, watching his thumb draw circles into your hand. “How was I able to get the infamous Gojo Satoru to fall for me?”

The question was more of one you were asking yourself but he kissed the top of your head and answered, “because you showed me love. You loved me for who I was and not just for my power or strength” he squeezed your hand, “I’ve loved you since we started highschool you know?”

Your head shot up to look at him, “seriously?!” He laughed.

“Don’t look so surprised,” his laughs died down and he brought his hand back to your face and suddenly the atmosphere changed. He used his other hand to pull down his mask, allowing his hair to fall and for you to see the sincerity in his eyes.

He brought you closer kissing you softly, you could feel his eyelashes tickle your cheeks with butterfly kisses as he closed his eyes to enjoy the kiss.

You melted into him, you always did and you were sure you always would.

Is out of our control

But if shit hits the fan we’re not alone

“I’m sorry y/n.” Shoko spoke softly as if scared you would break down at any point in time. “I can only do so much from here though, you should see a doctor.”

“Are you positive?” You asked, after you sat silently for a moment processing the information she had just given you. You looked to her with tears brimming your eyes and reluctantly she nodded. “So what’s the point of seeing a doctor? You told me everything I need to know.”

“Y/n maybe they could give you something to help, to keep you alive.” You got up from the chair with a sigh and looked at your friend with a small smile.

She wasn’t good with emotions especially when it was her friends. She went to say something else but stopped when you took a deep breathe, “in your opinion, do you actually think they could help?” Her silence told you everything you needed to know.

“How long?” You whispered out, still trying to keep your tears at bay.

She sighed, “I can’t give you an exact time but not very long. It’s progressing very fast. It’s already progressed so much since the last time you came in for a check up.” You we’re both silent refusing to look the other in the eye. “How has Gojo taken it?”

“I haven’t told him.”

“What?” She looked to you in disbelief but you just shrugged in response. “How have you been able to hide the symptoms this long?”

“I’m just good at covering I guess” some tears slipped unwillingly from your eyes.

“You have to tell him.” You nodded in response before bidding your goodbye, sparing her a thank you.

As soon as you were out the door Gojo was by your side with a curious head tilt, silently asking what you were doing but you just smiled at him. “Just needed help with a case.” Before he could complain about you only needing his help you spoke again, “you know you have me? Right? You know I’ll always be there for you.”

Cause you’ve got me and you know

“I know.” His confusion only grew but he gave you a soft smile, intertwining your fingers. “And you’ll always have me as well.”

And I’ve got you and I know

~

But if the tide takes California

I’m so glad I got to hold ya

As days went by your sickness got worse and it was getting harder and harder to keep it from Gojo, passing off every coughing fit as a dry throat to which he’d lecture you about drinking enough water.

You spent every last minute with Gojo which he wasn’t complaining about but something wasn’t right but he wouldn’t pry until you were ready.

You stopped participating as much in missions and even sat on the side lines for training which was never like you but you ran out of breathe easily now and those would throw you into coughing fits that would end with you coughing up blood.

So to save yourself from that exhaustion you stopped.

Shoko was the only one that knew until Nanami saw you one day and immediately he knew. He watched you from afar for a moment taking in the time to notice how you guilty looked at Gojo. He went to you and confronted you about it immediately, leading into a slight argument.

Gojo was stood on the field, his hands in his pockets as he watched. You were angry or more so frustrated and nanami knew why. He said one simple sentence to you and you were immediately falling to the ground in tears as Nanami tried to comfort you.

As soon as Gojo saw you fall he was by your side before the tears could hit the ground. “Y/n what happened?” You just shook your head so he looked to Nanami for answers but he was already turned away and walking the other direction.

He wasn’t gonna be the one to tell Gojo.

And if the sky falls from heaven above

Oh I know I had the best time falling into love

You looked over at Gojo with utter adoration and love as he trained his students, joking with them here and there.

It was nice, peaceful. To see him not worry over you. You almost just let him be and went to walk away until Yuuji pointed you out and Gojo cut the class short.

You tried to smile but it never reached your eyes and fell before he could even return the smile himself. When he was finally in front of you, he softly brushed hair out of your face and looked you over.

“Y/n” you hummed in response but your heart started sinking when you saw his frown. “Please tell me what has been going on.”

We’ve been living on a faultline

And for awhile you were all mine

You knew you couldn’t hide it forever but some part of you hoped that if you didn’t tell him it wouldn’t be true and you could live with him forever and be happy.

But the look in his eyes told you, you had to tell him. You had to tell him everything.

“I suppose it’s time to talk isn’t it?” You laughed in sadness before you took his hand in yours and lead him to a bench.

I spent a life time giving you my heart

I swear that I’ll be yours forever till, forever falls apart

“Gojo,” you moved forward hesitantly almost asking if you could remove his blindfold which he leaned into your touch allowing you to finally see the eyes that you loved so much. The ones that were filled with concern now. You decided it would be better to just rip the bandaid off so with a sigh you continued, “I’m dying.”

Till forever falls apart

“What?”

~

So this is it?

That’s how it ends?

“Gojo I already told her there’s nothing I can do.” Shoko told him, moving around to collect the things Gojo had carelessly knocked over in his frustration.

He watched her silently until she was finally done, “why not?” She went to respond but he wasn’t done. “Why the hell not?! Why can’t you reverse it?! That’s your power why can’t you do anything?!”

Her eyes widened slightly, she wasn’t used to him yelling. “Gojo,” she started softly. “I can’t reverse it because it’s not cursed energy, it’s a sickness. And even if I could, she didn’t come to me until it progressed to far.”

He was silent, his mouth slightly agape as he registered her words. “I’m sorry Satoru. I really am.”

I guess theres nothing more romantic then dying with your friends.

Gojo was leaning against the doorframe, hands in his pockets as he watched you and his students. You had gotten close to them very easily, it was like they depended on you.

As he watched them smile brightly at you he wondered if they knew. But by the way you tried to reciprocate there smile to ease them he knew they didn’t.

How could you hold this from him? There should’ve been something he could’ve done.

No, that’s wrong. He knew it too. There was nothing he could to help you especially if Shoko could do nothing.

Almost as if you felt his eyes on you, you glanced towards him and gave him a soft smile. He completely melted for you and he always has.

He knew there may have been nothing he could do but he sure as hell wasn’t gonna let you live out your days with no hope.

And I’m not sorry, for myself.

The next few weeks Gojo had been quiet, keeping to himself and you thought it was your fault. And tonight like many other nights, You watched Gojo walk from room to room and for a moment you were worried he was avoiding you but when he came into the bedroom with a soft smile you knew you were wrong. This was different then the other nights.

“Ready?” In his arms were a few blankets that took him forever to find, he needed to find the right ones.

You titled your head to the side slightly, “for what?” He held his hand out for you and as always you took it. He helped you up and kept your hand in his.

“You’ll see.”

The silence would’ve been deafening had you not been with Gojo, his silence was always something you found comfort in.

He glanced at you to see if you were okay and for a moment he felt at peace, at peace that you even decided to spend your life with him to begin with. Then he remembered, you didn’t spend your life with him. You spent not even half your life with him. He wanted you to spend every day with him until you both were old. And suddenly that fleeting moment of peace was gone.

“Gojo?” He turned his head towards you, “where are we going?”

He looked out toward the path again and smiled, “we’re almost there.”

Gojo guided you through the paths for a few minutes more before he finally got to his destination and he turned to you again with the biggest smile, a smile that always made you smile. “Here.”

When you looked out at where you were suddenly it made sense and you turned back to him, “is this-?”

“Where I first admitted I loved you? Yes.” He dragged you along the path towards a little patch of grass where he laid out the blankets before he helped you sit down.

“Wow I’m surprised you remember this place.” You joked bumping his shoulder. He gave you a genuine laugh but as it died down a feeling of sadness filled it’s place.

“I always remember everything that involves you.” You looked at him in disbelief so he continued, “I know you don’t believe me but I do. You stuck by my side for everything and it was always very easy for me to lose people because I cared about myself more then I did for others. Then you came in and suddenly I couldn’t even remember why I thought I was the most important thing in this world.”

You watched him with a gaze filled with love, “you know I had a crush on you for the longest time? I remember seeing you and saying I wanted to know you. Then I did get to know you and I fell completely in love with you.” You were silent. “Gojo.”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry I’m the one you fell for. That I’m the one who you finally opened up to.” He shook his head laughing at that

“I wouldn’t want to spend a minute loving anybody else.” You gave him a shaky smile and he was quick to wipe a tear from your cheek. “Don’t cry, please.”

He kissed your head and for once he didn’t remove his blindfold, just so you wouldn’t see the way his eyes glazed over.

Cause you’ve got me and you know

You both sat there for what felt like hours and if Gojo was honest he could have stayed there for hours to come but he could feel the way you were shivering next to him.

“We should get back.” He finally decided and when he turned to you he felt his heart break just a little more. You’re skin was pale, paler then it had been before. Or maybe it was always this pale he just refused to see it.

He stood up and grabbed your hand, helping you stand. As soon as you were up you had to grab onto his arms to keep you steady and after a deep breathe you stood up and gave him a soft smile. “I’m sorry, just light headed.”

And I’ve got you and I know

“Don’t apologize.” He told you and went to grab the blankets when he saw the way you gazed off. “Hey,” you didn’t look at him so he took your chin between his thumb and index finger and turned you to him. “You’ll fight this ok?”

“Gojo-“

“Trust me. You trust me don’t you?” You nodded and he held his hand up for a high five. “You will fight this.”

You laughed a little and went to return his high-five but right as your hand made contact with his your smile fell, and your knees buckled beneath you.

So if the tide takes California

I’m so glad I got to hold you

Gojos body reacted faster then his mind. One moment you were high-fiving him the next he was catching you before you hit the ground. “Y/n?” When he looked down at you his mind finally caught up.

“Stay with me please!” And he was zipping his way to a hospital, knowing Shoko couldn’t do anything the hospital was the next best thing. “You’ll be ok we’re almost there.”

You could only keep your eyes open enough to look at Gojo and the way the wind rushed through his hair. His hair, you loved his hair. You went to reach for it when a bright light stopped you. You almost thought you died right then but when you turned your head you saw the halls of a hospital and distinctly you could hear Gojo yelling at someone to help.

And if the sky falls from heaven above

Nurses and doctors were running to him the moment they saw him carrying you in his arms. They brought over a bed to have you laid down on but when they went to grab you he was hesitant.

When they were finally able to get you from his arms you kept your gaze on him and before they took you away you called out to him, “oh I know I had the best time falling into love.”

He felt his whole world falling apart before him, he found himself going over everything in his head. You were pale he should have paid more mind to that or the way you coughed he should’ve seen it sooner.

He stood resting against a wall, glaring down at the floor as his mind went through every possibility until he felt someone stand right next to him. “How is she?” Gojo turned to Nanami who was watching down the halls.

“Not good.” He replied before they fell back into silence. “Howd you know I was here?”

Nanami sighed, “I’ve been expecting it. I saw you on the way here.”

“I really was blind to it wasn’t I?” Nanami didn’t answer and Gojo was okay with that, it seemed to answer his question nonetheless.

We’ve been living on a fault line

And for awhile you were all mine.

They had been waiting for what felt like hours until finally a doctor came back to get him. “She’s awake now, you’re able to see her.”

When Gojo took a step Nanami stopped him, “give her my best will you? I’ll take care of your students.” Gojo nodded at him in thanks and then followed the doctor to your room.

The doctor stopped at your door and let him in. As soon as his eyes fell on you Gojo almost had to step right back out of the room to pretend this wasn’t real. But it was and you needed him.

You turned your head when you heard soft footsteps and smiled softly when your eyes landed on Gojo. “Hey.”

I’ve spent a life time giving you my heart

“How are you feeling?” You both knew you weren’t feeling great.

“I’m okay.” But you always wanted to reassure him and make sure he didn’t worry. But he was worried. He loved you, more then anything and now he was losing you.

Your life was literally just minutes away from being over and you both felt it and it terrified you. “Do you remember the first time I told you I liked you?” You asked him softly hoping to get a reaction from him but all he could do was give a short nod.

“I was in my last year of middle school just about to transfer to-to Jujutsu. I saw you walking and I-“ you got cut off by your own coughing and in a second he was by your side.

“You saw me leaving and your friends dared you to do it before we didn’t see each other for a few months.” He finished for you, making you drink the water the doctors gave you. “I ignored you at the time.”

He sounded regretful but you knew if he didn’t ignore you then he would never have fallen for you in the first place.

The room fell silent again after you took a few sips of water then pushed his hand away. “Can I see your eyes, please.” He was hesitant, but the pleading in your own outweighed his hesitation.

He pulled his blindfold down, trying to cover up the emotions he was feeling but when you smiled weakly at him he felt all the emotions flooding through him. “Do you remember what I said after you confessed to me?” You asked him but you didn’t wait for him to answer, “I swear that I’ll be yours forever.”

But you forgot what he said afterwords as a joke to lighten the intense mood he had put between you.

“Till forever falls apart”

“Don’t say that.” You frowned, machines starting to beep around you. “Gojo, I-I’m scared.”

He held your hand not even being able to give you a smile now. Instead he squeezed your hand and said the last words you wanted to hear, “I love you more then anything Y/N.”

Till forever falls apart

The next moment you smiled one last time and he felt your hand go limp in his. He almost went to call for help but hearing the deafening and unending beep he knew, he knew it was over.

He had lost you.

We never had it from the start

Till death do us part

Doctors and nurses flooded the room in an instant but still they were a second to late. So before they could push him out, he gave you one last kiss on your head and finally left.

The moment he stepped out of that hospital he felt as though he left a part of himself there and he wasn’t sure he would ever get it back. But for now he needed to be there for his students.

If the tide takes California

A year later Gojo found himself stood in front of your gravestone. Your name was written nicely across the top with the date of your birthday and the day you died.

He never let himself dwell on the memories of what he could have done. It was to late and he was done putting himself through the torture.

He turned from your grave and made his way back to where his students were waiting. Megumi seemed to be the only one to notice the slight shift in Gojos mood but decided not to speak on it.

Gojo walked behind his three students laughing as they joked and made fun of each other until he saw something pass by him in the corner of his eye, something familiar.

He felt like he was moving in slow motion as he found the person, no, as he found you again. You passed by him and were walking away from him. He couldn’t let you go, not again.

I’m so glad I got to know you

He walked towards you gently grabbing onto your wrist. You turned towards him quickly with shock written all over your face and for a second he thought you remembered him. “Y/n?” And then you spoke.

“Who?” He felt his heart break all over again. “I’m sorry do I know you?”

“No” he immediately let go of you and took a step back, “no I’m sorry- I-I’m sorry. You just look like someone I know.”

And if the sky falls from heaven above

I know I had the best time falling into love

You watched him take a step away from you and as you watched him, something felt familiar. You looked to who was waiting for him, the three students looked familiar as well.

“Gojo?” You asked yourself softly almost as if testing the name and suddenly you were stepping towards him as if allowing yourself to remember. “Wait! Gojo! I remember!”

Immediately Gojo turned right back around and stared at you to see if you were being honest and when he saw your smile he knew. He ran back to you, wrapping his arms around you as you did the same. “I-I don’t know how- I don’t know how I remember, I just did.”

“Shh it’s okay.” He reassured before he pulled away to cup your cheeks in his hands.

We’ve been living on a fault line

And for awhile you were all mine

He looked over you in amazement not once asking himself how or why you were here. You were supposed to be dead how are you here right in front of him?

I’ve spent a life time giving you my heart

All he knew was his heart was filled with relief and that’s all he needed. He leaned his head against yours, relishing in your warmth.

“I swear that I’ll be yours forever.” He whispered softly to you and you smiled in joy. But he forgot the most important part of that sentence.

Till forever falls apart

~~~

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Cater is so underrated! Could you do a yandere Cater fic where a fem!MC is already dating him and they’re having an intimate moment (kissing) when she decides to break up with him and he keeps trying to get her to stay (he’s desperate). He wasn’t a yandere until she decided to leave. I hope this is an okay request! Slight nsfw if you’re willing!

I don't know why but writing Cater as yandere was way harder than Kalim.

Achievement unlocked: You made your boyfriend go yandere

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Cater Diamond

Warning: Yandere behaviour, toxic relationship

You can do this, (Y/N)! (Y/N) was giving herself confidence-boosting phrases as she firmly made her way to Cater, her boyfriend, well, soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. He was taking selfies when she arrived at his side. He greeted her with a kiss on the lips after he was done with selfies. She couldn't find it in her heart to return the kiss. To get out of the situation and get his attention, she gingerly patted his shoulder. Lady luck must have been on her side as he withdrew the next second.

"No kissy today?" Cater asked with a cheerful attitude. He didn't even wait for her response before wrapping his arm around her shoulder, pressing their cheeks together, and making a peace sign with his hand. "Say cheese!" She force smiled at the camera instinctively as she grew accustomed to Cater's sudden selfie moments. He took a few selfies and retreated his arm to select the best one in his standards.

"Cater, we need to talk."

"Hmm hmm," Her request, once again, fell into deaf ears as he didn't even acknowledge it. "Just a moment babe, I'm posting our picture #CutestCouple #Sweethearts #CantGetEnoughOfEachOther #Ca(Y/N) #(Y/N)ter"

Oh shit!

(Y/N) launched at his phone before he could post it, being grateful that he was "You need to listen to me before you post it." Only interrupting him posting on Magicam would get his attention since it was all he cared about. “I don’t think this,” she motioned herself and Cater, “... is working out.”

“Huh? What are you saying?” He looked confused, looking at her intently while he was reaching to get his phone back.

“I asked you to meet because I want to break up. It would be better to do it in person." She felt relief wash over her after she told him what she was holding back for the last 2 weeks. "I just ca-"

"That is not cute, totally not Magigrammable." (Y/N) assumed he didn't process what she had told yet considering he was standing in front of her with a blank expression.

"You are amazing and I had such a great time with you. I thought I would be fine with you posting every moment we have on Magicam but I am not." It is better to be straightforward than to beat around the bush. He is going to understand me, I'm sure of it.

"I want people to see how cute we look, (Y/N). Why wouldn't you like it?" He was trying to bargain with her, completely ignoring what she had just said.

"You are too focused on being cute and showing it off to everyone and expecting validation for it but you don't live the moment from my point of view. It is not something I can handle. It just encumbers me." (Y/N) put her hands on his biceps gently, making eye contact so he would see her genuineness. She didn't want to hurt his feelings but the reality was better than living a lie. "I can't expect you to change or force to be different than you already are. It is best if we part ways as a friend. I'm sure there is someone out there who would love every side of you." She let her arms fall to her sides, slightly patting on her thighs as she awaited his response. He was far too silent than usual. She just hoped he accepted her reasoning as a mature person would and now was pondering a way to react.

"That's not going to work." Thank goodness, he understood! "My followers adore our pictures together. They get the most likes! We can't break up!" Damn it, I spoke too soon. (Y/N) was about to reason with him but he suddenly grabbed her arm. "You can't break up with me!" She had never seen his eyes blazing with anger, and it was a sight she ought to not see.

(Y/N) was wriggling to be free of his grip but he was squeezing her arm more and more as she continued her struggle. "You are hurting me!" She grabbed his hand on her, digging her nails on his skin so that he would let her go out of pain.

"I'm hurting you?" Cater ignored her plea as if it meant nothing to him. "You are the one who is hurting me! Are you trying to make me lose followers? Do you want people to dislike me? Is that your goal?"

She stopped her strife momentarily, too shocked to hear what he had said. "Wh-what... What does that have anything to do with how I feel about our relationship?!" He was being too self-centered at the moment, only caring about how he felt. "Listen, I want to remain as friends. We can take occasional pictures together that you can post on Magicam but I gotta go my own way, Cater." She wanted to bite his hand and kick him in the sack but she wagered it would be worse if she pushed forward so she decided to take a passive approach.

"Is that your way of pitying me? You are just like my sisters. So cruel, thinking yourself better than me, taking the best thing from me, and expecting me to be content with the scraps." He let her go abruptly, making her lose her balance and fall on her butt. "But you aren't a cruel person, are you?" He knelt on her level, lifting her head from her chin with his hand. "We aren't going to break up. That is just a silly joke you made."

Was he always delusional? (Y/N) tried to sing his tune but it didn't work. She hastily swatted his hand away. "I thought he would stay as friends but clearly you are too deranged for it!"

When she tried to get up, Cater pushed her back. "I believe you would prefer to continue dating me." He was too calm as he uttered those words while twirling the end of his hair strand with a snide smile on his face.

What the fuck is he on? He better gives me the number of his dealer! "Were you not listening to me?!" The more this drew out the more she got irritated. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He just smiled at her remark. "I suppose plenty of things but now isn't the time for me. It is the time for you." He unlocked his phone and scrolled through something. He chuckled when she assumed he found what he was looking for. "You would prefer to date me than seeing what I have to be shared on Magicam and for everyone to talk about it." He had a chesire smile as he closed his eyes and waited for her response.

The gears turned on her mind as she understood what he was talking about. She couldn't help but laugh, it was such a weak threat for her to continue dating him. "If you think I'll still be with you because you would share my nudes and you're in for a ride. The moment you share them or are involved in their distribution, my lawyer will call you." She was certain that he would cut the crap now.

Instead of him falling out of his act, he let out a burst of loud laughter. He then turned to face her once more, bopping her nose. "Don't be ridiculous. Why would I put myself at that type of risk? It would ruin my life more than yours." He chuckled, giving her the most devilish look. "I know what you did last summer."

Huh?

(Y/N)'s heart started to pound in her chest. She was panicking, her breathing was getting hitched but she kept quiet this long and she wasn't going to quit the act now. "Nothing besides having fun." Her voice cracked as she spoke, her nerves getting to her.

"I bet you did. Especially with your high school friends. Did all of you agree to never speak of what happened last summer?" He was calm as if he was talking about weather instead of her secret.

"I don't know what you are talking about." She was convinced that he would drop the topic if she persisted to deny it.

"Oh?" He feigned surprise before turning his phone towards her so that she could see what was on the screen. Her breathing stopped and her eyes widened the second her eyes laid upon what was on Cater's phone. How did he learn about that? How did he get that video?

(Y/N) gulped, trying to collect any courage left. "H-h-h-how?" Her mind was racing, trying to find an escape from the situation but failing amazingly.

Cater just shrugged his shoulders, acting as if this was a regular thing for him. "I know a lot of things about everyone. Perks of knowing many people and having a broad network, I say. I have everything to know everything about my girlfriend, don't you think?" He didn't expect her to answer. Even if he did, what could she say? She just remained silent and she tried to process everything that happened in the last 10 minutes. He seated beside her on the grass. He took her right arm and put it around his shoulders. Her arms were limp, not having enough energy to fight back. He inched even closer and wrapped his left arm around her waist. They must have looked like a loving couple from outside while in actuality, one of them was a psycho who just threatened his girlfriend into dating him and the other one was a murderer who kept quiet even though it was just an accident.

Cater looked at her, stroking her face as a lover would. "Now be a good girl and wipe that terrified expression off your face. That's not Magigrammable unless it is Halloween time." He closed the video and opened the camera on his phone, holding it up for another selfie. "Smile for the camera." (Y/N) couldn't even bring herself to fake-smile. She was just looking at his phone with a blank expression. Cater must have seen it too since he pouted after looking at the pictures he took but he didn't fret about it, instead, he moved forward. "Now kiss me. Lovers kissing always gets more attention." (Y/N) turned towards him and leaned to kiss him as he took pictures. After he ended the kiss, he simply turned his attention to his phone. "This is going to get so many likes, (Y/N). See what happens when you stay with me?"

She only nodded in response, not wanting to talk. As Cater was adding tags to their picture, (Y/N) was left alone with her thoughts.

I deserve this. I shouldn't have agreed to stay silent last summer. Now not only I have to live with its guilt but also have to obey everything Cater says if I want to live free. But will I be truly free with Cater?

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If someone is threatening you to share your intimate photos, don't bend to their will. You can take legal action which can result in you receiving indemnity from intangible damage caused by them and they can get jail time for the distribution of sensitive personal data (I am unsure of the actual term in English). Just know your rights and don't stay silent.

I love "I know what you did last summer". It is one of my favorite horror movies of all time. I highly suggest it.

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Pairing: Finn Balor X reader

Word Count: 2152

Warnings: Smutt (implied)

Description: A/n you and your best friend Becky Lynch are sharing a hotel room together, but when her boyfriend Seth Rollins sneaks in, you are left with no choice but to sleep in his room with the guy you hate, Finn Balor.

A/N This is part of a series of one shots I am doing. You can read this and the others on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction pages.

Room Swap

"Name please," the receptionist asked as you searched through your purse for your ID.

"Y/l/n. It should be a twin room."

"Ah yes, here you are," she turned to the board behind and picked out a key card. You're in room 412."

"Thanks!" you take the key card off of her and return to Becky, who was waiting with your luggage in the lobby.

"Everything all sorted, roomie?" Becky asked, thumbing through a magazine.

"Yeah I can't wait. Ever since you got with Seth we never get to bunk together. It's gonna be like old times!"

"I just hope you're ready for a wild night of stuffing our faces with room service and bingeing bad horror movies," she winked and giggled.

"Ooft sounds like a hot date," you teased her.

"Speaking of hot..." Becky gestured to the lobby entrance where her boyfriend Seth Rollins was bringing in his luggage. He made his way over to you and beamed when he saw Becky.

"Damn, you're beautiful. Can I get your number?" he teased.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend. He's super buff and macho and could probably kick your ass," she retorted, planting a loving kiss on his cheek. Seth wrapped his arms around her waist as you smiled at how happy you were that your friend found someone who truly loved her.

"Are you sure you wanna spend the night with y/n? I mean I love Finn but we could have a LOT of fun in a room together..." Seth cooed, kissing Beckys neck.

"Hey, Rollins! Stop making moves on my woman. You get every other night with her. Go near her, and I'll chop that dick off!" you threatened playfully.

"Fine, Jeez!" he laughed, "We really need to get you a boyfriend."

You shuddered at the words. You had been secretly seeing someone, but broke it off a couple of weeks ago and you were starting to lose hope of ever finding a decent guy.

"You know, Finn is still single..." Becky prompted.

"Ugh no way!" you retched, "not even if he was the last man on Earth."

"Finn's a great guy! I really don't get why you hate him so much..." Seth shook his head.

"Where do I start? He's cocky and narcissistic, he thinks he's God's gift to women, he's always bragging about how many girls he's been with. Yeah sure, he's hot, but he knows it. Besides, he's a jerk to me whenever we're together."

"Y/n, you haven't even given him a chance. I reckon if you spent some time alone with him, you'd see all the good parts of him!" Seth enthused.

"He wears very tight trunks in the ring, I've already seen WAY more parts of him than I'm comfortable with."

"Aww, y/n, I'm flattered you spend your free time thinking about me in tight trunks!" came an Irish accent from behind you. You groaned internally.

"I wouldn't be... You missed the part where I called you cocky and narcissistic." you jeered, smirking at Finn.

"It's not cocky if you can back it up love," he winked, and you hated yourself for finding him so attractive.

"Right, sure. Guys like you are all talk."

"Oh one night alone with me, and you'd never want to leave," he went to brush a hair from your face, giggling mischievously as you swatted it away. "I could prove it to you tonight if you want."

"Oh my god, why are all the men in my life trying to ruin our night together? Go find some other woman to disappoint, Balor! She's mine tonight," Becky scolded him. "Y/n, we should go to our room before these Jackasses get in the way."

Becky stood up, kissed Seth affectionately and grabbed her luggage. You followed her leave, grabbing your things and saying goodbye to Seth.

"What no goodbye kiss for me?" Finn hollered is you set off towards the elevator, cackling at the middle finger you were now responding with.

When you got to the room, Becky kicked her shoes off and dove onto a bed. You changed into a tank top and some leggings as she looked through the room service menu.

"I'm gonna get some lobster. What do you want?"

"Ooh very fancy. I'll have the same."

You spent the evening pigging out on fancy room service and making fun of terrible movies before eventually feeling too tired to stay awake and nodding off halfway through the second movie.

Just as you'd fallen asleep, you were awoken by a noise. You weren't sure what it was at first, it sounded kind of wet. Then you heard a soft moan coming from the bed next to you and you looked over to see a huge lump under the covers of Beckys bed. Groaning, you turned your bedside lamp on.

"Really guys? I'm trying to sleep here..." you protested.

"Oh shit, sorry y/n. I'll just go." a naked Seth peeked out from under the covers, his hair messy and his voice breathless.

"No, it's fine just... Give me your key card. I'll sleep in your room."

"Really? Sure, it's in my pants. Thanks y/n, you're the best." Seth said, before retreating back under the covers, much to the delight of a giggling Becky.

You hastily retrieved the key card (room 426) from his discarded pants and made your escape.

As you stormed down the hall to where Seth and Finn were staying, you muttered under your breath. You knew that Becky and Seth were a couple, but do they have no boundaries? You arrived at room 426 and knocked on the door. Despite having the key, you didn't want to just barge into the room unannounced.

A shirtless Finn opened the door. He blinked in surprise upon seeing you, before smiling cockily.

"I see you decided to take me up on my offer earlier," he purred, leaning coolly against the doorframe.

"No chance in hell. Seth and Becky are 'getting busy', and as close as we are, I REALLY don't wanna see her O face so... Seth said I could crash here. Sorry to disappoint you," you shoved past, struggling to keep your eyes off of his impressive torso.

"Alright but I should warn you... I sleep naked," Finn beamed at you, amused by the look of horror that crossed your face.

"Whatever just... You stay in your bed, I'll stay in mine and we should get through the night without me beating you to death!" you smiled sweetly back at him.

"Oh come on. I'm just messing with you," he chuckled, grabbing a towel from the wardrobe. "I'm gonna take a shower, TV remote is there. Make yourself at home."

Finn disappeared into the bathroom and shortly after, you heard the gushing of the shower. For a moment, you imagined the water cascading down Finn's abs and trickling down his body. Disgusted with yourself for imagining such things, you shook the thought from your mind and turned on the TV.

Eventually, Finn emerged from the shower, and you were surprised to see him wearing a pair of shorts and a vest. You stared at him for a moment, still confused.

"Is there a problem?" he asks, snapping you out of your stupor.

"No! Not at all... You're just such a playboy, I'm surprised you're wearing actual clothes and not a towel that's far too small for you," you challenged him, secretly disappointed by the reality.

"Contrary to what you might think about me, I'm not a sex pest. I may be cocky and full of myself, but I'm not gonna go out of my way to make you uncomfortable." annoyed, Finn collapsed into his bed, refusing to make eye contact with you.

"Finn... I'm sorry. I'm being a jerk. Honestly, thanks for letting me stay here. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"Well... You can buy me pizza. I like pepperoni and stuffed crust please!" He grinned cheekily and you couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Pizza, for Mr Abs? What about all those carbs?" you teased him, picking up the menu from the desk.

"Well, you really upset me and now I'm eating my feelings," Finn pouted adorably at you, giggling when you threw a pillow at him.

You and Finn went back and forth teasing each other until the pizza arrived, when Finn jumped up excitedly and rushed to the door to collect it.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Finn asked, sitting at the end of his bed and tucking into his Pizza.

"Sure," you started flicking through the movie channels. "Oooh, Toy Story!"

You lay back, occasionally eyeing up Finns pizza. Your stomach gave you away and let out a thunderous growl, as you held a pillow over it, trying to muffle the sound.

"Do you want some?" Finn tempted you, patting an empty space on the bed next to him. Nodding enthusiastically, you accepted the invitation and grabbed a slice.

The room fell quiet apart from the sound of you and Finn happily tucking in to the pizza.

"So are you feeling any better?" Finn asked, grabbing another slice.

"Better? What do you mean?"

"Well you seemed angry earlier. It must be frustrating never getting to see Becky," Finn prompted, giving you a look of genuine sympathy. You were surprised that he had picked up on it. You usually had a bad attitude around him anyway, so it was impressive that he could tell you were more upset than usual.

"I was at first, but I get it. They're a couple, they wanna spend time together. If I had a boyfriend, I'd be the same, " you confessed.

"So what happened with that guy you were seeing?" Finn asked, the hint of a smile on his lips.

"Oh that didn't go anywhere. Wait, how did you know about that?"

"Oh... I guess... Becky might have mentioned it..." Finn stammered, unusually flustered.

"Becky didn't know..." you eyed him suspiciously. Finn paused, thinking for a moment before sighing.

"OK fine..." he shuffled nervously. "A couple of weeks ago, I was outside your locker room and I heard you on the phone to him."

"And why exactly were you lurking outside my locker room, Mr Balor?" you teased him, amused by this vulnerable version of Finn.

"Well, I was planning on asking you to dinner," he quickly reverted back to his usual, charismatic self.

Speechless and somewhat embarrassed, you grabbed another slice of pizza and continued watching the movie. You're cheeks felt hot, and you could still feel Finns eyes on you. But even so, you couldn't help but feel surprised by how comfortable you were around Finn.

After several minutes, you dared to glance back at him. The glance escalated, and soon you found yourself examining his features in great detail. He really was incredibly attractive. Your attention moved from his dark hair towards his mesmerising blue eyes, twinkling with delight as he watched the movie, down his strong cheekbones to where an adorable, boyish smile perfectly complimented the rest of his face. As he turned towards you and caught you staring, every instinct told you to avert your eyes, but you just couldn't.

His eyes locked onto yours, holding your gaze as you felt your heart rate increasing. He smirked, pleased with himself for having caught you staring at him. Unblinking, he looked you up and down, licking his lips seductively. Bashful, you turned away, not wanting him to see you blush. Finn reached out a hand to stroke your reddening cheek.

Your skin tingled, as you nuzzled against his hand. Finn let out a low, victorious chuckle and cupped your other cheek in his hand, turning it to face him. You stared at his lips for just a moment before closing the distance between your face and his, stopping just before his lips. You closed your eyes, smiled to yourself, and pressed your lips to his. It was gentle and nervous at first, but as your hunger for him grew, the kiss became more passionate. You let out a small moan when he gently nibbled your lower lip. He pulled away, breathless, eyeing you intensely.

"If this goes much further... I won't be able to stop myself. Are you OK with that?" Finn asked, stroking your cheek. You nodded, never breaking eye contact. Finn smiled roguishly.

"Perfect." Finn grinned, tangling his fingers in your hair and devouring your lips, as you made a silent reminder to thank Seth and Becky

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think, and if you want a part 2 at some point in the future 😊

[hoebii]

Who

Pairing : Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre : Angst, Light fluff

Rating : nc-17

Warnings : Cheating, grieving, past break up, mentions of toxic relationship, swearing

Wc : 2.7k

A/N : This is a rewrite of one of my older fics. Thank you @taegularities​ and @eatjeanjin​ for being my adorable betas!! Thank you to rid once more for making me this amazing banner too!!! I love it so so so much. I hope you guys like this, hopefully I’ve improved in the time in between lol. As usual, feedback is always appreciated~

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Our minds have new eyes and visions of you

Girl, I think I need a minute

To figure out what is, what isn't

 Yoongi pressed decline yet again, fighting the urge to throw the device at the wall. To shatter it to pieces in hopes that it would stop ringing.

A storm was brewing inside him. He felt completely and utterly lost, without a clue about what to do. He felt like he had no control over his life anymore and he hated it. Hated how weak and powerless he felt at that moment. 

He knew that his actions were causing the ones around him to worry; Yoongi saw the flash of concern and sympathy in their eyes whenever he passed by. He wasn’t used to feeling uncertainty, he was always calm and collected. Or so he wanted everyone to believe. But that facade crumbled as soon as she left.

He despised himself for how weak he was acting, and he hated her more. 

~~~~~~~~

 These choices and voices, they're all in my head

Sometimes you make me feel crazy

Sometimes, I swear I think you hate me like uh

I need a walk, I need a walk, I need to get out of here

 “No matter what, I’ll always love you,” she declared, hands cupping his face gently - a drastic difference from how she sounded. 

Yoongi felt his heart skip a beat, picking up its pace when her words resonated into his mind. As his eyes met hers, warmth bloomed in his chest. Letting out a shuddering breath, he asked, “You promise?”

He couldn’t help but smile too as he saw her let out a smile. “I promise, my love.”

Yoongi growled at the memory, a scoff leaving him. “Bullshit,” he exclaimed to no one, grabbing his hair in frustration.

Tears flowed down his cherry cheeks endlessly as he stood by the door helplessly. He didn’t know how they got here. One moment they were out having a romantic dinner and the next thing he knew, she was screaming at him while trying to leave.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, his voice wavering with the tears, clogging up his throat.

“I can’t keep doing this, Yoongi. I’m done,” she answered, never stopping nor looking up from furiously packing her bags.

His breath hitched; she’d called him by his name, no nickname this time. He tried to shake the dread away as he pleaded. “We can fix this, please don’t leave me. You’re my forever.”

“We can’t fix shit, Yoongi! Open your eyes, there’s no forever to begin with!”

He wondered if she could hear his heart shattering into a million pieces at that. How does one act after the one they were ready to die for tells them it’s nothing? Yoongi felt like a child who just got to know that Santa wasn’t real. 

In a last desperate effort, Yoongi trudged towards her wordlessly. Pulling her into his arms, his hold strengthened when he felt her stiffen at the contact. 

“Please…” he whimpered, trying to steel himself for the screaming that he knew was going to come. 

But to his surprise, it never did. Rather, he felt her sighing as she melted into his embrace after a while and wrapped her own hands around him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. 

His body stiffened at those words, about to protest but she was faster. “I didn’t know what came over me. I won’t leave.”

Yoongi’s body sagged in relief, “It’s okay. Just, please don’t do that again.”

“I promise.”

For some reason, he didn’t feel at ease even after she assured him.

A thud resounded in the studio as Yoongi slammed his hands down on the table, his breathing erratic as his eyes darted from one thing to another. He felt suffocated, as if someone had a firm hold around neck and it was squeezing mercilessly.

Grabbing his jacket and phone, Yoongi swung the door open - making everyone outside flinch at the sudden sound of something hitting the wall. As he exited the place, he saw his members loitering around awkwardly. He knew the reason for their presence but he couldn’t dwell in that, he needed to get out of there. *Now.

“Hyung, where are you going?” Jungkook asked cautiously, not wanting to trigger the older member somehow.

“For a walk,” was all he replied with, brushing past his concerned members and walking out of the building.

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'Cause I need to know

Who are you?

'Cause you're not the girl I fell in love with, baby

Who are you?

'Cause something has changed, you're not the same, I hate it

 Yoongi trudged down the sidewalk briskly, no clear destination in mind. Head down, the hood of his jacket up and hands shoved inside his pockets, he kept going. How long had he walked? Was it mere minutes? Or maybe an hour or two? He had no clue. He just kept walking, as if walking away from his problems.

After a while, he slowed down, fatigue catching up with him from getting no sleep or any semblance of rest in the past few weeks. Yoongi raised his head to inspect his surroundings, realising that he had walked all the way to the park near her house. The same park where he brought her to after their first date to spend some more time, the park which came to be a place for peace when everything became too much to handle. 

The park housed many precious memories. In the past, Yoongi would look back to them with fondness and affection, and his heart would swell in happiness. But now, those same memories did nothing besides hurt him more; he could finally see the true picture, no longer blinded by the love he had for her. It made his heart ache when he relived those sweet memories that turned bitter.

“Look at those kids! Don’t they look just adorable?” she gushed, head resting on his shoulder, hands intertwined with his on her lap.

Yoongi chuckled as he watched a group of children run past them, their joyous laughter filling the air as they played around.

“I wonder how our children are gonna look. But, then again, they’re bound to be beautiful if the parents are so too~” she pondered out loud, laughing at the end.

Humming, Yoongi played with her fingers, his heart racing at the thought of their possible future together. Maybe he really did find the one when he found her, he thought happily.

Sitting on the bench that overlooked the park, his eyes scanned the area, thinking back to all those memories that were created here. Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from letting his mind drift back to the last time he’d stepped foot into this park, his heart clenching in pain and betrayal.

Yoongi stood in front of the park gates, flowers in hand as he awaited her arrival. His gummy smile was impossible to hide, heart thrumming happily; it was their anniversary after all! He had so many plans for how they could spend the day, working to make this perfect for months in anticipation. 

He swayed back and forth, barely keeping his excitement under wraps as he thought about all the things he had planned. He couldn’t wait to see her face at the end of the day when he would give her the surprise!

An hour passed but there was still no sign of her. Yoongi checked his clock yet again, giving her another call but the result was the same; it rang a few times before it sent him to voicemail. He could feel disappointment engulfing him, his posture deflating. 

Did she forget? She couldn’t have, right? Maybe she’s stuck at work, Yoongi thought, trying to keep hope. When that didn’t help, he decided to enter the park, thinking that a walk would do him good. 

Besides, who knows? Maybe she’ll arrive in that time too! He tried to convince himself, fighting to hold on to the rapidly decreasing hope, not wanting to lose it just yet.

As he walked by the little ice cream stand in the park, he thought he saw someone familiar. Squinting, he tried to decipher who the person was, but he couldn’t with their back turned towards him. Shrugging, about to walk away, he almost missed the figure turning around, catching sight of the person right before he could leave.

Yoongi’s eyes widened. It was her, his love, who he saw standing by the ice cream stand. Laughing and getting cosy with some other man. It was as if the world moved in slow motion as she stood on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips. To kiss someone that wasn’t Yoongi.

“S-sweetheart?” Yoongi called, his voice breaking.

At his voice, he saw her head whip around to come face to face with him. Her expression was something akin to a deer caught in headlight, mouth falling open as he fumbled to speak.

“Y-Yoon, I can explain.” 

Yoongi shook his head, unshed tears brimming in his eyes. He dropped the flowers, eyes never leaving her as he started to walk backwards, before turning and running away from the scene, paying no mind to her desperate calls.

Leaning back on the bench, his lips lifted into a bitter smile. As one of his hands ran through his hair, he ruffled it while thinking out loud, “Should’ve realised before. Why did I ever believe it would work?”

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Oh, I'm sick of waiting for love, love

Oh, I know that you're not the one, one

Feeling hypnotized by the words that you said

Don't lie to me, just get in my head

When the morning comes, you're still in my bed

But it's so, so cold

 Days passed by since the fateful incident at the park and Yoongi was a mess. After kicking her out of his house when she came begging for forgiveness, he fully broke down. Try as he might, but he couldn’t keep her out of his mind, no matter what.

Everyone around him told him to move on, that she wasn’t good for him. They told him to wake up and see the damage that she was doing to him, that she wasn’t the person he thought she was anymore. But, no matter what they said, how toxic they called it, Yoongi couldn’t move on from her. He needed answers, he needed to know why she did it.

Finally gathering enough courage to face her again, he accepted her call, allowing her to come over. He wouldn’t get swayed, he told himself, he was only meeting her to get answers, nothing more.

Yet there he was, laying awake beside her as he stared off into space, mind once again in chaos. This was not how he’d anticipated the night to unravel. He never wanted to sleep with her, but her sweet words and empty promises lured him in. They hypnotized him and he was weak in his knees. It didn’t surprise either of them when he gave in so easily; he always did give in to her no matter what in the end.

The sweet lies that left her lips wrapped themself around his heart, they clouded his mind and made it fuzzy. His heart beat as if it was the first time they had been together that night but now that it was over, his mind was back to overthinking everything. It felt so cold, as if ice was injected into him, his heart weighed down with emotions he didn’t wish to deal with. If only there was a button with which he could shut down his mind. 

Yoongi wanted it to stop, to savour the night and forget the way his heart ached at the mere sight of the figure that slept peacefully beside him - a stark difference from how he felt. But he felt so, so cold, he felt filthy and used. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t suppress those feelings, so he laid there, letting them consume him alive.

~~~~~~~~~~

Who are you?

'Cause you're not the girl I fell in love with

Who are you?

'Cause you're not the girl I fell in love with, baby

Who are you? (Who are you?)

'Cause something has changed, you're not the same, I hate it

Oh, I'm sick of waiting for love, love

Oh, I know that you're not the one, one

Mind running a thousand miles per second, Yoongi sat there numb. He had his eyes closed as he leaned back into the bench, trying to keep the tears from falling. His thoughts came to a halt, however, when he felt someone’s presence beside him. Cracking one eye open, he checked who it was.

His heart clenched again, this time from guilt, when he saw none other than the maknae sitting beside him. Oh how he’d neglected the poor kid while moping around. 

“Did you follow me here, Jungkook-ah?”

The said man twiddled his thumbs, looking at him timidly. “I was worried,” came his meek reply, “I didn’t want you to do something rash.”

Yoongi chuckled, though there was barely any humour in it, as he sat up. “I’m not going to do anything rash, Jungkook. Don’t worry about hyung.”

Jungkook let out a noise of protest, his brows furrowing as he looked at him. “I’m always going to worry about you, hyung. No matter what,” he lectured, “besides, I miss you. You haven’t really spent any time with us, with me, for such a long time now.”

Yoongi bit his lip, the guilt increasing as the younger man went on.

“You know, we’re all here for you. It might hurt but bottling it all up won’t make it better, so let us help you, hyung. Let us be there for you, we’ll catch you when you fall.”

Yoongi stared at Jungkook, taking in all his details. He had tears brimming his eyes again, but this time it wasn’t from the pain. “When did you get so wise, Jungkook?”

Jungkook blushed at that, ducking his head, “I’m not wise, I’m just telling you the truth.”

Yoongi hummed, processing Jungkook’s words for a moment. He couldn’t help but weirdly feel proud at how much his maknae seemed to have grown up - it was as if he had been a kid just yesterday, yet there he was, lecturing Yoongi.

“You’re right,” Yoongi finally mumbled.

“I… am?” Jungkook asked, hesitance clear on his face.

“Yeah,” Yoongi replied, “I’m sorry for locking you all out and acting so distant. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Will you come back to the dorms, then? It feels empty without you.”

Yoongi gave him a small smile, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll come back.”

Jungkook’s doe eyes shined as he looked at his hyung. “Do you feel any better? We can get some lamb skewers on the way back. I’ll pay!”

Chuckling, Yoongi ruffled his hair. “Not really. It still hurts, but your little speech made me realise that I’m not alone. I have you guys by my side- I’m bound to feel like my old self soon enough.”

Jungkook beamed happily, letting his hyung give him pats, satisfied with the answer he’d received. “I really thought noona was the one too, you know? But then I realised that it was all a mask. I should’ve fought her as soon as she hurt you!”

Yoongi chuckled, even though it still hurt to think about it as he said, “It was on me for not seeing how manipulative she got at the end, it’s not your fault, bunny. Fighting doesn’t solve anything.”

Jungkook looked at him with a pout, ready to rebuke, but Yoongi cut him off. “Forget about that now. Let’s get food, my treat, for neglecting you for so long.” 

Yoongi knew Jungkook wanted to say something, but he didn’t, rather he opted to give him another beaming smile as he started walking towards the exit.

As he moved to follow the younger’s action, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Taking out the device, he realised it was another text from her, but this time rather than ignoring it, he opened the text thread. Quickly typing out one last message and sending it before blocking the contact. 

It was his first step towards healing and though it may seem small, he felt proud. He was finally ready to let it go and move on.

“You’ve changed, Y/N, you’re not the one for me anymore. Stop trying to contact me, we’re over.”