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Friendship ended with google sheets, now filofax is my best friend

[no-144444]

the grid: late for a date!

Day 29 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Daniel Riccardo, Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen

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Oscar Piastri: miscommunication

So, it wasn’t a date. As much as you thought it was, Lando showed up. That wasn’t uncommon for your ‘dates’ to turn into ‘Oscar and Lando time’, but it still pissed you off. You just wanted one night with your boyfriend. Not Lando’s.  

You huffed as you sat down at your vanity, carefully cleaning off your face with a wipe. 

“You’re annoyed,” Oscar stated, leaning against the door and watching you. 

“I’m not,” you sighed, truthfully just wanting to be left alone. 

“You clearly are,” he said matter-of-factly. “Talk to me.”

“I thought it was a date,” you explained sheepishly. “I was a little disappointed when Lando showed up. I thought it was just us two, y’know, since we haven’t gone out ‘just us’ in months.”

He sighed and looked down. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Osc, it's fine. I’m just much annoyed with myself that I didn’t properly read the text-”

“But we should go out, just the two of us. You’re right,” he realised how little he takes you out. “Why don’t you talk to me about this?” 

“You have a lot going on,” you shrugged. “I’m not going to add to it by being a bitch about shit like this.” 

“You’re never a bitch,” his heart ached a little, how could you ever think that he’d ever be annoyed by you? He wrapped his arms around you , pressing soft kisses to your neck and whispering apologies. “I love you so much, I want to be with you as much as possible. Lando was just lonely and called me, so I said yes. I’ll say no in future, yeah?”

You nodded, feeling a lot more loved than before. 

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Lando norris: he forgot. 

It had been weeks in the planning, you both were ecstatic to get to enjoy your favourite restaurant in Brazil. You sat there for 2 hours. In the end you ordered stuff to take out and left a hefty tip for the inconvenience of your boyfriend. You texted and called him at least 20 times. No fucking answer. 

When you got back to the hotel, he wasn’t there either and you started getting worried. Could he be hurt? Surely he wouldn’t forget the important date, he remembered about it last week. 

You called Oscar, scared that Lando was lying in a ditch somewhere or something. 

“Hey Y/n,” his voice came from the other side of the phone. Distantly you could hear the sound of house music playing loudly. 

“Is Lando with you?” You asked. 

“Well, he was a while ago, but now he’s going back to the hotel,” he explained. “Why?”

“Just wanted to check on you guys,” you sighed, unable to keep the disappointment out of your voice. “You all good?��� 

“Yeah, I’m with Alex and Zhou, we’re just outside the club now, we’re safe, promise,” he smiled into the phone. 

“Alright, well, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Be careful,” you reminded him. 

“We will,” he nodded. “See you tomorrow.”

As you hung up the phone, the door swung open and Lando appeared. Dishevelled but there. 

“Baby I am so sorry I forgot about-“

“It’s fine,” you sighed, used to the excuses by now. “It’s whatever, Lando.”

“Baby, come on, let me make it up to you,” he tried again, but you stayed unchanged on the topic. 

“Something will always be more important to you,” you mumbled. “And every single time it kills me. And I just let it. Because sadly, I love you so much that I let you treat me like this.”

“Baby that’s not-“

“We planned this months ago, Lando. And I put so much fucking effort in to looking nice for you, and you don’t show. I was so excited to have one fucking night where I wasn’t dating Lando Norris, Championship Fighter, McLaren Number One, McLarens saviour. One fucking might where I could just be a girl who got to dress up night for her boyfriend, who showed up to the date. One night when we could be normal people, that’s what I wanted, Lando.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I have a lot on my mind…”

“Yeah, you do. Maybe we should break up.”

“W-what? You don’t mean that, right baby? Come on, I’m- we’re- you’re the best thing that’s ever fucking happened to me. I don’t wanna lose you-“

“Yeah and you don’t want to have me either! Lando, I do fucking everything for you, I’m so fucking understanding every single time you disappoint or fucking annoy me. I understand that you're going through shit, and I’m here to help you. But I cannot deal with this disrespect anymore, alright? I am worth something! Right? Like, I have to be worth more than what you’re giving me, right?” You said, breaking down. Your plan had been to just keep calm and talk tomorrow, but that clearly flew out the window. 

“I love you-“

“Do you?! Really?!”

You were both silent. 

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Lewis Hamilton: he forgot

The silence was deafening in your shared home. You sat at the table, all dressed up with nowhere to go. 

“Baby, I know I-“

“Just fuck off,” you sighed. “Go back to work, or whatever it was that held you up.”

“I wanna make it up to you, I’m sorry baby,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around you. 

You took a deep breath. “I just wanted one night,” you sighed and he nodded, feeling guiltier by the second. “Away from work and the kids, just one fucking night Lewis.”

“How about a weekend? We drop the kids off at Natalie’s and we can go away for the weekend?” He offered and pressed a kiss to your cheek.. 

“We’re busy this weekend.”

“Cancel it.”

“Cancel my promotion dinner?” You scoffed. “Cancel Ellie’s football match? Cancel half the grid coming over? Cancel Nick’s karting race?” You quested, listing off the things you had to supervise for the weekend. 

He sighed. “I’m sorry baby, I forgot-“

“Yeah. You forgot. You keep fucking forgetting,” you groaned. “I just… I want some time. I’m pissed off right now and I just want to go to bed.”

“I’ll put the kids to bed,” he nodded. “I’m sorry again.”

“You’re always sorry Lewis. Just be there, for once,” you took a deep breath. “If not for me, then for our children. Don’t ruin the relationship because of your busy schedule.” 

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George Russell: you forgot...

You walked into your shared apartment, exhausted after work. 

“Hey darling,” he smiled, taking your bags out of your hands. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks love,” you smiled. Then you noticed the suit he was wearing. “You look handsome, what’s the occasion?”

His face fell. “Did you forget?” 

Shit. You did. The fucking anniversary dinner. “No! Just joking!” You laughed. “Give me like 20 minutes to get ready, yeah?”

He smiled. “Alright, just remember our reservations are in a little while.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

You completely forgot about the plans. No gift. No dress. Nothing. 

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You sat at dinner, somehow throwing together something, only to find out it wasn’t a fucking date, but a surprise birthday party. 

Your anniversary is months away. 

“Sorry baby,” he smiled, not one bit sorry. 

“I was terrified! I thought I’d fully forgotten!” You whined, rolling your eyes. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, a promise for more later. 

“I'm sorry darling,” he added, a small wink in one eye as he pulled you into the dance floor. 

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Alex Albon: genuinely injured

You sat in his apartment, waiting for him to finally show his face. He was 40 minutes late, and while this wasn’t a huge deal, you had made dinner which had gone cold, plus you felt your time should be at least worth a text. 

The door finally opened and Alex walked through, well, uncoordinatedly crutched into the room, a huge boot covering his foot. 

“Holy shit, Alex,” you cursed, shocked at the sight in front of you. He blushed slightly. 

“Yeah… accident prone, or whatever my mum called me. I have a few weeks off,” he chuckled. 

“What happened?” you asked, just staring down at the boot. 

“Funny story, Lando-”

“Of fucking course it was you,” you scoffed, looking at the guilty Lando standing beside him. 

“Lando accidentally ran over my foot,” he finished. 

“With what?” you asked, wondering if it was a bike or something, surely Lando was an experienced enough driver to have not driven over Alex’s foot. 

“A car,” Oscar explained. “Twice.” 

You saw red, turning your attention to Lando. “You fucking idiot!” you seethed. You chuckled. “How fucking stupid are you?”

He just giggled and shrugged. “Very?” he offered as an answer. 

“Thank you for bringing him home, now please leave before you cause any more bodily harm,” you sighed, showing Lando the door. You weren’t really mad, just shocked. 

“I’m sorry I was late,” he sighed, sitting on the couch. 

You chuckled. “You don’t have to apologise for that,” joining beside him. “I’m sorry you broke your foot.”

“Lando broke my foot,” he corrected and you just laughed and pressed your lips against his. 

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Daniel Riccardo: he forgot 

You walked into your shared apartment with your head held low. He’d forgotten your anniversary. 

“Baby? Where have you been? Are you alri- you look beautiful,” he stood up, walking over to you. You looked up and he saw the tears streaming. That sinking feeling he’d had all day, the one that told him he forgot something, it finally clicked. He’d forgotten the date. 

“Do you know how humiliating it is when someone stands you up? Do you know how humiliating it is when that gets fucking paparazzied?”

He gasped, no way you’d been subjected to the paparazzi. “Baby I’m so-”

“Sorry? Sure, I  believe  you,” you scoffed. “Just leave me be.”

You walked off to your bedroom and he was left to think about how he could pick up the broken pieces. 

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Charles LeClerc: he’s just being a dick. 

At least he remembered the date, but the fact that he’s sitting on his phone the entire time is literally gaining you pity smiles from other girls in the restaurant. When you went to the bathroom, two girls literally called him a ‘fucking asshole’ for what he’s doing to you, and gave you their numbers so you could be friends and bitch about him. 

“Charles,” you sighed, looking down at your bowl of pasta. You weren’t exactly hungry anymore, and now you just wanted to go home instead of being publicly humiliated like this. 

He looked up from his phone for a split second. “Yeah?” straight back down. 

“Are you going to eat any time soon?” you sighed, looking at his full plate. 

He looked at his food, then picked up a fry and ate it. “Eating, see?”

You rolled your eyes. “I want to go home.” 

He finally put down his phone. “But we are having a nice date, no?” 

“A ‘nice date’ usually includes talking of some sort, and maybe just a little bit of attention from my boyfriend,” you gritted out. “This is what I was talking about, if you don’t have time for me, I’d understand Charles. Just don’t waste my time like this.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry-”

“Sorry isn’t cutting it anymore Charles, I’m not just going to wait here forever like some little fangirl who’s just ‘so blessed’ to be dating the Charles LeClerc. I love you, not you being a racing driver, not you being a model, not anything else. I love you, Charles. And I’m starting to feel like you don’t love me back.” 

“Mon ange, please listen-”

“I’m done listening, I’ll see you at home,” you said and got up, actually receiving a clap from the two girls you’d met in the bathroom. 

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Max Verstappen: circumstances end it. 

You called again. And again. And again. 

No answer. As always. 

Long distance was hard, it was always going to be. Max didn’t need to make it any harder by not showing up for your phone-dates. He hadn’t called in months. He hadn’t seen you in over a year. He hadn’t done anything. He was never the first to call or text. He was never the one making the effort. He made you feel like a burden. He made you feel like shit. 

Max: Busy sorry. Can’t make it tonight. 

You: Don’t bother calling again. We’re done. 

Max: What are you talking about???

You: There’s always something more important than us. There’s always something you’d rather do. I’m so done with this shit Max. I want a boyfriend, not a fucking pen pal. I want a boyfriend who texts and calls me back. I want a boyfriend who asks about my day. I want someone who actually cares about me. 

Max: I care about you! Alright, just let me call you later, I’m at HQ right now

You: Max. I. Am. Done. Don’t fucking call me, don’t text me, don’t visit me. Let me live my life in peace. 

Max: Is that really what you want?

A tear fell down your cheek as you read the message. You wanted Max, but you knew you could never truly have him, he’d always be married to his craft, always be more in love with winning than he’d ever been with you. 

You: Yes. 

You have now blocked this user. 

You had to think about yourself.

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[iheartduckie]

“don’t use that tone on me, i’ll kiss you”

-> you say this to your lover

matsukawa issei | suna rintarou

fluff, borderline crack + established relationship + pre-timeskip

headcanons | .9k+ words | gn! reader

a/n - bye i love this prompt sm

warnings: suggestive? sure, mentions of tinkle in suna’s part, UNEDITED

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MATSUKAWA ISSEI (375+ words)

- it was a little late after mattsun’s practice, when he finally greeted you outside; hair slightly wet from being fresh out of the shower and wearing his school uniform

- despite him asking you to walk home without him, you decided to stay and walk with him home

- while the sun set, you walked together hand in hand, conversing on whatever interested you in the moment- mattsun having a small smile on his face from how in love he was with you

- when you suddenly got cold, you shyly asked your boyfriend for his jacket

- but he declined >:0 and while you stood there in feigned shock, he continued walking with a laugh

- leaving the two of you to have a (teasingly) small petty argument

“why not, matsukawa?” you asked, running up to your boyfriend. you rubbed your hands together, trying to warm yourself as you matched his pace and looked up to met his gaze.

“why is it matsukawa now? it’s gonna be your last name in the future, so don’t make it confusing- i like it when you call me ‘babe’ or my first name, love.”

“don’t ask me a question after,” you replied, flustered with the idea of having his last name, after fitting your first name with his last name. “answer my question, please.”

he stopped his walking and grabbed your arm, pulling you so that you were facing him.

mattsun leaned in and gave you a small kiss on the nose, teasing you after seeing how flustered you got. “do you not want to be ‘mr/s. matsukawa’?” he questioned, before giving you a wink.

“you know, darling,” mattsun said, looking at you from over his shoulder. he offered his hand out, and grinned when you took it. “you’ve given a ton of sass today, did you miss nap time or something?”

“don’t use that tone with me,” you said, trying to sound intimidating. “i’ll kiss you.”

suddenly, mattsun let out a cough, in an attempt to cover his laugh. you playfully scoffed at him, and moved forward.

“yn, catch!” he said, as you turned and caught his jacket. you gave him a smile, and he returned a wink to you.

catching up to you, mattsun leaned down to whisper something in your ear.

“you should kiss me now.”

SUNA RINTARO (375+ words)

- the two of you were on a date… more specifically, a sleepover-date

- volleyball practice and sleepless nights thinking of how great you are studying have taken a toll on him, and you noticed how he was yawning + resting his head on yours a little more often

- so you suggested that you slept over, just to spend night together

- laying together on his bed, suna held you in his arms while you both slept happily

- although the sudden urge to use the restroom suddenly plagued you at the buttcrack of the night (dawn - 2AMish), as you tried to wriggle your way out of his grasp

- you thought you were successful, until suna woke up and clung to you

“where do you think you’re going?” suna said, voice slightly raspy from being asleep for that some time.

a small gasp left you, as you continued to try and escape from his grasp. “let me go, rin, i gotta use the bathroom.”

your words went into empty air, as suna pulled you closer. he rested his cheek against your neck, closing his eyes to try and go back to sleep. “just pee on the bed,” he said with a small smile that you felt against your neck. “it’ll be warm,”

“suna rintaro, don’t tell me you got a pk-”

“don’t finish that sentence, brat. it’s too late in the night to be talking about that kinda stuff.” he interrupted, his slight attitude showing. suna just wanted to go back to sleep while holding you, but he found it to be difficult.

“well, don’t use that tone on me,” you said, unsure of what to add to make it sound like a playful threat.

“or what?” suna asked, his interest suddenly peaked.

“or i’ll kiss you.” you added, but once the words left your mouth, you knew that you regretted it.

“is that supposed to be a threat?” he let out a small chuckle, before releasing you from his hold and grabbing a pillow instead. you watched in the dark as he shifted around in the bed, wrapping himself in the blankets to substitute as the warmth you provided.

when you returned, you hopped back into his bed and laid on top of him, expecting him to hold you again.

“rin, hold me again.”

“no, love, i’m asleep.”

“rinnn,” you said, trying to crawl under the covers.

“don’t use that tone on me,” he replied, laughing when he felt the bed shift as you got up. “where’re you going now? come back, i’ll hold you.”

“you’re lucky i’m tired,” you said, as you crawled into suna’s arms.

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[aleskie-hischier]

CHRISTMAS CRAFTING (ft. Max Verstappen)

SUMMARY: You and Max make your own Christmas ornaments. Fun times ensue!

The Xmas Album Masterlist

Warnings: None :)) Just some christmas fluff!!

“Pass me the glue, please,” Max says, his eyes laser-focused on the red bulb in his hands, inspecting it for any imperfections. “And the sequins too.”

You smile and hand him the materials, watching with admiration as he carefully glues on sequins, each one placed with precision.

You’d suggested making a few ornaments for Christmas this year, thinking it would be a cute couple’s activity while Max was in his off-season. He’d agreed, albeit reluctantly. But in true overachiever fashion, he quickly got hooked, and now you’re surrounded by seven—no, maybe eight—Christmas tree ornaments, each one a tiny masterpiece, covered in glitter and bright colors. They were all crafted by you and your boyfriend. But mostly by him.

“I didn’t expect you to get so into this,” you say, resting your chin on your hand, abandoning your own ornament for the moment to watch him work. You can't help but smile at how absorbed he is, so focused and meticulous with every little detail.

“Neither did I,” he says, carefully adding a final touch of gold glitter to the ornament in his hands. His brow furrows in concentration as he watches the glitter settle, making sure every corner is covered. “But it’s fun.”

He inspects his work one last time, turning the ornament this way and that, as if searching for some small flaw. After a moment, he nods to himself, satisfied with the result, and gently places it down next to the others.

“And it makes you happy,” he adds, looking up at you with a small, playful smile. “So we’re both happy.”

You feel your heart warm at his words. There’s something undeniably sweet about how he’s embraced this whole thing, even if it wasn’t exactly his idea. The room feels cozier now, filled with the soft glow of fairy lights and the tiny, imperfect ornaments scattered around you, each one a symbol of this unexpected little tradition you’ve started.

You inch closer from where you're sitting on the floor, moving toward the crafts scattered near the Christmas tree, and take a moment to really appreciate what you've both created. Some of the ornaments are beautifully done—the pink and white one you made, covered in hearts, and the one Max crafted that resembles the Red Bull livery are definite standouts. 

But then there are others that could only be described as, well, creative nightmare fuel. Case in point: the glittery Grinch-themed ornament Max made, complete with the Grinch’s face while wearing a Santa suit. You can’t help but laugh when you see it, but your favorites are undoubtedly the ones you both worked on together—those themed after your three children, Jimmy, Sassy, and your newest baby: Donatello.

“I think you have a real future in handicrafts, Maxie,” you tease, grinning.

He chuckles, wiping a bit of glitter off his hands. “Maybe I do. I’ll quit my job, and we can start our own ornament business. What do you think?”

“Let’s save that for when you retire,” you smirk.

You both laugh, but as his eyes meet yours, there's a soft, genuine look in them that makes your heart skip a beat. The moment feels like it’s been suspended in time—simple, calm, and entirely just for the two of you.

“I’m glad we did this,” he says, taking your hand in his and gently intertwining your fingers. “I like spending time with you.”

“I like spending time with you too,” you say, your heart tugging at his words, the sincerity in his voice making you feel even closer.

“No, but…” He pauses, considering his words carefully. “We don’t get to do stuff like this much over the season. I’m always training, or working, or doing sponsorships. We don’t get enough time.”

“We do a lot of fun things over the season,” you say gently, reassuring him. “We go boating, play on the beach…” You lift your hand, cupping his face, feeling the slight stubble on your palm. “I’m happy with grocery shopping with you and taking the cats to the vet and even just staying at home washing dishes or cleaning up.”

His lips twitch into a smile, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. The quiet feels comfortable, like a space carved out just for the two of you.

You ruffle his hair affectionately as you rise to your feet, stretching slightly before picking up one of the ornaments. You glance at him, a playful spark in your eyes. “Why don’t we start hanging these up?”

Max grins, stretching as well before getting to his feet. “Yeah, let’s make our tree look more…unique.” He picks up a couple of ornaments, holding them up with a certain seriousness, inspecting them like they’re priceless treasures as he ponders where the best place to showcase them is.

As you start placing the first few on the tree, you can’t help but admire how your mismatched collection of creations is starting to come together. The ornaments, with their odd shapes and bright colors, make the tree feel uniquely yours, like it’s an extension of your relationship—full of little quirks and inside jokes.

Max hovers beside you, carefully hanging his Grinch ornament on a low branch. “I think this is the best one,” he says with a smirk, stepping back to admire it.

You laugh, shaking your head. “It’s definitely…something,” you tease, but you can’t help but appreciate the effort he’s put into every piece, no matter how absurd some of them might look.

As the tree begins to fill with your handmade creations, you both step back to admire the results. There’s something so satisfying about it, like you’ve turned your shared time and effort into something tangible, a physical manifestation of your love.

“We should do this again next year,” he says, pulling you gently next to him as you both admire the collection on the tree.

You smile up at him. “And the year after that too?”

He grins, his arms slipping around you. “We’ll do it until all our ornaments are custom-made by us,” he says with a teasing smirk, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

You laugh, your heart warm. “That sounds perfect.”

Max looks at you then, his gaze soft and filled with something deeper. His eyes linger for a moment longer than usual, and the air between you both seems to shift.

“With you, everything is,” he says quietly, his voice low, almost as if he’s speaking to himself, the words wrapped in sincerity and affection.

You lean into him, the world outside fading away, leaving only the soft glow of the Christmas lights twinkling around the ornaments you made, casting a warm light that seems to make them glow with life.

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to, “When we break up _______,” text prank

Requested !

A/N: These text prompts take quite some time to write, but that's okay since it’s an excuse to think about my 13 boys hahah. I’m not entirely sure (I'm sure this is not what the anon wanted) if this is exactly what the anon had in mind. Perhaps they wanted me to describe what the members were doing at the time and their immediate reactions (but I tried to incorporate), rather than just their responses to the texts. However, as I was writing, this format felt more natural. I hope you still enjoy it regardless! If you’re looking for context behind this request or want to read something similar, please refer back to this.

Content: Slightly suggestive (Hoshi and Vernon) MDNI!, author losing their mind, overthinking, Minghao being Minghao, some being stinking cute especially Dino.

For the sake of the reaction, OT13 are not physically with their s/o at the moment.

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Seungcheol:

Text: "When we break up, don’t forget to delete all my photos from your phone."

Reaction: He'd read the text and immediately respond,

“Why would I ever delete your photos? And why are we even talking about breaking up? Did something happen?”

When you confess it’s a prank, he’d sigh deeply.

“You really scared me. I was already planning to fight for us. Now, don’t you dare even think about leaving me, okay?”

“When will you stop doing these stupid pranks with me??”

You'll find him whining every now and then just because you attempted another breakup prank on him (he can't stay upset at you for too long). He’ll probably make some extra effort afterward to spoil you with love and affection, making sure you know that there’s no way he’d ever let you go.

Jeonghan:

Text: "When we break up, I'll take everything I've ever given you. Just so you know."

Reaction: Immediately knows you are messing with him. His reply would be sarcastic,

“Oh no, how will I ever part with my favorite mug that says ‘Best Boyfriend Ever’? Truly heartbreaking.”

If you insist it’s serious, he’d still keep teasing,

“Sure, I’ll give everything back… including my heart. But are you sure you can live without me?”

He already knows that it's a prank so there's nothing to confess so he'll just be like, “Now let’s go get some ice cream.” simple.

Joshua:

Text: "When we break up, I'll delete all the playlists I made for you."

Reaction: Joshua would be confused at first and think you were joking, but a part of him would start overthinking. He’d respond carefully ignoring the playlist comment:

“When we break up? Why are we even thinking about that? Are you okay?”

If you keep pushing the prank, he’d try his bestest to approach it calmly,

“Why would we even break up? And the playlists were for us, not just me. I’d never stop listening to them, even if…”

“I wouldn’t want anything back because the memories would be more important to me. But seriously, why are you thinking about breaking up?”

He’d hesitate, genuinely upset at the thought that you can even image you guys breaking up because for the love of god the mere suggestion of living without you, even hypothetically, is unimaginable to him. When you reveal the prank, he’d sigh in relief. “You got me good. But don’t joke about stuff like this—it hurts too much to even imagine.” The idea was unfathomable. You were his safe place, the person he envisioned in every corner of his future.

Jun:

Text: "When we break up, you better not cry over me. Stay strong!"

Reaction: Jun would be both amused and confused.

“Why are you breaking up with me in a hypothetical situation and then telling me not to cry? Are you okay?”

And obviously you'll keep pushing, so he’d add,

“If we ever broke up, I’d cry so much, you’d have to come back just to stop me.” (this is so Jun coded I'm crying-)

When you confess it’s a prank, he’d laugh and actually say, “You’re so weird, but that’s why I love you. No more breakup talk, okay?” He just loves you too much to even take what you're saying seriously in his first thought so he took what you said as an hypothetical situation immediately. At least you didn't say you're breaking up...that would be another case-

Hoshi:

Text: "When we break up, I’m taking my tiger plushie back."

Reaction: He would immediately text back in all caps:

“WHEN WE WHAT?!”

“YOU CAN’T TAKE THE TIGER PLUSHIE! IT’S OUR CHILD!”

He’d call you within seconds, borderline panicking. He wouldn't even let you speak when you picked up, “What’s going on? Are you mad at me? Don’t take the tiger—take me instead!”

It would take you a good few minutes to get a word in, and when you finally explained it was just a prank, the silence on the other end would be DEAFENING. Then, a dramatic groan, “YOU’RE SO MEAN!” He’d pout for the next five minutes, ranting about how you shouldn’t joke about something so serious. Please, cuddle our baby tiger (not hamster) (Hoshi will be so proud of me).

“You better hold me extra tight tonight to make up for this! And no, I’m still not over it, but fine…I’ll forgive you because I’m a nice person.”—and then this will lead to something else...open to interpretation-

Wonwoo:

Text: "When we break up, I hope you find someone who loves gaming as much as you do."

Reaction: Wonwoo would stare at the text for a while, overthinking every s.i.n.g.l.e word.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

If you keep it going, he’d send another message, quietly emotional,

“No one could replace you. And I don’t want someone who loves gaming—I want someone who loves me.”

“Which can be only you”

When you quickly reveal the prank, he’d let out a quiet laugh. “You really know how to mess with my heart, huh? Let’s stick to love texts from now on.” He has literal heart eyes for you so why do you always try out these pranks with him when you very well know that he takes these very seriously?? Your happiness is his main priority. He doesn't even care if it means he’ll get hurt in the process—he’ll give you whatever you want, as long as it makes you smile. It's like he’d do anything for you, even if it means falling for your pranks over and over again and making his heart suffer. He’ll laugh at himself for being so easy to be fooled by you, but deep down, he’s just so grateful to be the one to make you laugh.

Woozi:

Text: "When we break up, promise me you won’t write any sad songs about me."

Reaction: He'll raise an eyebrow at the message, unsure how to respond.

“Why are we breaking up in this scenario? And who said I’d write sad songs? I’d be hurt too much to even write.”

If you insist you're being very very VERY serious, he’d add something along the line,

“But we’re not breaking up, so stop being weird.”

When you tell him it’s a prank, he’d shake his head, not even surprised at this point. But he’d exhale slowly, the tension leaving his body. “You’re lucky I’m used to your nonsense. But don’t distract me while I’m working next time!” He’d probably end the conversation with a quiet but sweet, "I love you.” (AHHHHHHGVthhtxutFGCG)

Dokyeom:

Text: "When we break up, don’t tell your mom—it’ll break her heart."

Reaction: My love will immediately start spiraling. His cheerful smile fades, replaced by an obvious frown, genuinely not being able to fathom why you would even suggest something like that.

“What do you mean, ‘when we break up’? Is this a joke?”

“And why are you dragging my mom into this? She loves you!”

“i love you!”

If you don’t respond quickly (it's been only 7 seconds), his heart drops even more as the seconds tick by, and before you even have the chance to reply, he's calling you while on his way to your place,

When you pick up, his first words are rushed and anxious, "Hey, you’re not serious, right? You can’t be serious! Are you upset about something?”

When you reveal it’s a prank, he’d let out a dramatic sigh of relief as he exhales loudly, remaining still on the road "I thought you were going to really break my heart there," he'd say, still in slight disbelief. "Don't ever do that again… Seriously." But then, after a pause, he'd add with that signature bright smile of his, “But, I guess if we did break up... I’d tell my mom.” But jokes aside even if there’s a misunderstanding or a small argument, Dokyeom is the first to apologize and seek resolution. He never likes holding grudges and believes that communication is key to keeping the relationship strong, so he'll talk about this thoroughly after he's back home for, ‘just incase’ scenarios.

Mingyu:

Text: "When we break up, I’m taking all the kitchen gadgets with me."

Reaction: Mingyu would be shocked and devastated. He immediately pauses whatever he’s doing to process what you’ve just said. It doesn’t make sense, and his mind races, trying to figure out why you’d even mention breaking up,

“Wait, why are we breaking up? And why are you taking the kitchen gadgets? I need those!”

He’s genuinely worried about losing the gadgets, yes—but more than that, he’s upset at the thought of losing you. The kitchen has become one of his favorite places to be with you, especially when you both cook together or when he’s making you something special. That’s one of his favorite ways to show love, and now to him it feels like everything’s about to crumble because he really thinks you're being serious. So if you keep pushing, he’d add,

“You know I can’t live without my kitchen gadgets, and I can’t live without you, either! Why are you breaking up with me?” (being funny is his coping mechanism)

“Fine, take them, but I’ll visit every day to borrow them. And I’ll cook for you while I’m there.”

He didn't process the, ‘when we’ and came to the conclusion that you're breaking up with him right this second and wanting to take the kitchen gadgets lmao. He's pretty smart in general but when it comes to these...poor boy. So then when you explain that it’s just a prank, he lets out a long, dramatic sigh of relief, still sounding a bit flustered but trying to act casual about it. Beneath his strong, athletic build and playful demeanor, Mingyu has a soft heart. He’s easily affected by things that involve you—whether it’s a prank like this or just knowing you’re having a hard time. He wants to protect your heart, even if it means being vulnerable himself.

Minghao:

Text: "When we break up, make sure to stay stylish so I don’t regret dating you."

Reaction: His first instinct would be to chuckle softly, finding the text both funny and absurd.

“When we break up? First of all, not happening. Second, I’d stay stylish anyway—who do you think I am?”

If you push a lil more further, he’d reply in no time. There's no chance for you to argue here because to him your question is already very stupid—wdym by, when you guys break up? Do you think that's happening? No.

“But seriously, why are we even talking about this? Is this your way of saying you want attention?”

“You know I’d give you all my attention anyway, right?”

When you confess the prank, with a deep sigh, “Pfft, I’m too cool to get mad. Next time, try being more subtle and convincing.” He’ll joke a little, but you can tell he’s low-key affected by the prank. Then, with a teasing smirk, he adds, “But seriously, I would stay stylish. That’s a given.”

Seungkwan:

Text: "When we break up, promise me you won’t cry in public—it’s embarrassing."

Reaction: Seungkwan would gasp LOUDLY and immediately text back:

“EXCUSE ME?! Are you breaking up with me in this hypothetical situation AND calling me embarrassing?! How dare you!”

He’d follow up with: (also immediately after taking a 5 sec deep breath)

“Fine, I won’t cry in public, but I’ll cry so hard in private that the whole neighborhood will hear me!”

You can almost hear his dramatic flair through the text as he exaggerates the idea of a breakdown, and he doesn’t hide the slight edge of hurt in his words. He’s a little too dramatic about it, but it’s because he feels deeply, even about a prank. As soon as you reveal that it’s all a joke, Seungkwan lets out an over-the-top, exaggerated groan as if he’s been completely defeated dramatically.

“You’re evil!” He'll sulk for the next 48 hours so now you'll have to spend the whole day complimenting him to make up for this.

Vernon:

Text: "When we break up, you can keep the hoodies you stole, but I’m taking my vinyls back."

Reaction: Vernon would too stare at the text for a while, unsure if you were joking.

“Uh… are you okay? Why are we breaking up?”

“And why are you taking my vinyls?”

If you keep it going,

“If we broke up, I’d let you keep the vinyls. But I don’t really want to think about this.”

When you tell him it’s a prank, he’d laugh softly to himself.

“You’re so random. But seriously, no more breakup talk—it’s weird.”

He might be soft while he's away but when he's with you?—bahahah—he'll waste no time locking the door behind him and pulling you into a deep kiss. You're not leaving this room tonight, he'll whisper in your ear. He'll make sure you're exactly where he wants you-close, under him, or in his arms, depending on the mood. It'll be a long night, just the two of you, and no one else...open to interpretation TT

Dino:

Text: “When we break up, promise me you'll still be my friend."

Reaction: He would instantly get a little confused, texting back with a wide-eyed concern because wdym that you want him to be your friend when he's your boyfriend right now??? When breaking up with you is the last thing in his mind?? And he's spamming,

“Wait, what? We’re breaking up?”

“Why?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Please don’t leave me—”

“of course, I’ll still be your friend, but I don’t even want to think about us breaking up…”

“Are you there?”

“I'm coming home”

You’d tease him telling him to go back to his work, revealing it’s a prank, and he’d let out a huge sigh of relief, but then he’d whine a little. He'd probably ask for some aygeo, maybe a surprise, just so he can feel reassured that he's still your favorite person in the world. I mean how can he be not?! An hour later, just when you think the moment has passed, there’s a knock at your door. Opening it, you find a beautiful bouquet of flowers with a little handwritten note:

These flowers don’t even come close to how beautiful you are. See you soon, my forever favorite. P.s. Don’t ever scare me like that again—or I’ll send you even more flowers to make you feel guilty. Love, Dino.

Reading it, you can’t help but giggle, your heart fluttering at how effortlessly he makes you fall for him all over again. How could someone be this sweet and still be yours? How could anyone not melt at that? He’s truly the sweetest, and he’d do anything to make sure you know just how much you mean to him—even if he’s the one who should be mad!

[btsugarush]

GANGSTA | myg - 002

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni

word count: 3K

author’s note: sorry if you asked to be on the taglist and didn’t make it. i’ve reached over 50 and couldn’t add anymore people. i’ll add more of you in the comments.

“I’m glad you’re okay after all of that,” Jungkook says on the other end of your phone; you had just spilled about the chaotic situation at Makoto as it was still weighing heavily on your mind. You couldn’t shake what Jimin had said about that Yoongi guy killing someone, though it could have just been a rumor. If he had actually taken someone’s life there would be no way they would allow him to walk the streets. He’d be too much of a flight risk.

“You should really be careful in the future. I know you like to stand up for people that can’t stand up for themselves, but Yoongi is bad news. There’s no telling what he would’ve done to you on the wrong day.”

“So you know him too?” You quiz. It seemed as though everyone knew who this guy was besides you. Maybe you don’t get out enough. Or maybe you were just good at staying away from trouble– until this afternoon at least. “I know of him, but not personally. He came to the shop once like five months ago with the same tall guy you were talking about. He told my coworker Si-Woo to step outside, and the next thing you know he's pistol-whipping him nearly to death. Rumor around the shop was that Si-Woo sold drugs for Yoongi, and owed him a lot of money.”

“Really?” Your mouth drops in shock. “What did Si-Woo say about it?”

“He never talked about it, ended up quitting the next day, and told us ‘not to get the police involved because it wouldn’t be of any help and it was all just a misunderstanding’.” He quoted. “Well, three days later Si-Woo’s body was found hacked to pieces and stuffed in a suitcase behind an alley on Gongdan lane.”

You heard about that case on the news some time ago, but had no clue that Jungkook knew the victim on an intimate level. It honestly made you shiver a bit. Imagine being the one to discover the body, and how gruesome the sight must have been. Stuff like that was common in slum areas though. Crime was especially high in Gongdan lane of all places, which is why you made sure to never venture in that area. “You think Yoongi had something to do with his murder?”

Jungkook scoffed. “The guy was viciously pistol-whipping him three days before his body was identified. I know he had something to do with it, but none of us were willing to risk going to the cops, so we just moved on like it didn’t happen.” Jungkook pauses for a moment before he speaks again. “You know… sometimes I think that maybe we could’ve saved his life if we did report the incident. Sometimes I still look at his station and feel like he’s there, tattooing.” He sighs heavily, like it was a great weight lifted from his shoulders to even tell you.

“You did what you felt was necessary. As fucked up as it may seem, you had to think about what was best for you.” You try your best to comfort him as he seemed to hold on to a lot of guilt regarding Si-Woo’s death, and reminiscing didn’t help. To have the man who could have potentially murdered your friend roaming free to terrorize all of Daegu couldn’t be a great feeling. You felt for him.

“I know. It’s just fucked to know he went through such a fucked up death. I don’t even want to imagine how scared he must’ve been,” you could hear clanking on the other end, as though he was biting down on his lip piercing. “I don’t even like the thought of knowing you tangled with them. He seems the type to hold grudges, and I don’t want you to get hurt. I’d lose my shit and go after him myself.”

You smile softly. “And I just know you’d kick his ass, my tough Kookie.” You both laugh at the nickname, which is one of many you had with the word ‘cookie’ in it. You could be so cheesy sometimes, but Jungkook loved everything about it. “You don’t have to worry though, apparently he likes me so maybe I’m in the clear?” You say unsuringly, still not understanding what he meant by it. It was very abrupt and cryptic. “Well whatever he meant, he’s out of luck because you’re spoken for.”

“As if he’d ever had a chance to begin with, I don’t think I’d mesh well with a criminal,” You chuckled. “I’m more into sweet, sensitive guys with tattoos and piercings.”

“Yeah? I think I know someone like that.” You could tell that he’s cheesing on the other end, which made you cheese. Everything always felt so natural with Jungkook. Him being your best friend in high school really played hand in hand with that. He was no different from a lover than he was a best friend. You two were absolutely the same and you loved it.

“You should probably get some sleep now, Angel. You don’t want to go to work exhausted, and I don’t wanna be blamed for you oversleeping again.” You simply roll your eyes in a playful manner, but agree nonetheless. You couldn’t chance being up so late, Mr. Kim was very strict about being on time.

“I guess you’re right,” you pout. “Okay, I’ll talk to you tomorrow when I get off work.”

“Okay, Angel. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Kookie cake.” You pull your phone from your ear, ending the call before you get up from your bed to switch off your bedroom lights. You crawl back onto the mattress, pulling your blanket over your body. Picking your phone back up again, you swipe through your apps until you locate the clock app. You set your alarm to wake you up at 12:00 PM on the dot. Just as you were about to place your phone down on your nightstand, something overcame you and you got the urge to search Yoongi’s name on Google.

When you type in his name, you are shocked to see so many results come up effortlessly. Several different mugshots from several different instances, all dating from when he was a teenager to one that seemed recent. You click on the one that looks most recent, letting it redirect you to the Daegu booking website.

Name: Min Yoongi

Age: 30

BOOKING DETAIL

Status: Released

Building: Public Safety Building

Area: Maledorm

Booking number: 575857

Booking date: 3/26/2023 11:56:00 pm

ARRESTS

Arrest number: 680071205

Arrest date: 3/26/2023 10:06:00 pm

Arresting agency: Daegu Police Department

Agency case number: 25-18056

ASSAULT WITH A DEADLY WEAPON

ATTEMPTED FIRST-DEGREE MURDER

POSSESSION WITH INTENT TO SELL

You read over the arrests in shock, completely dumbfounded by how a man of his caliber could be released from jail and not behind bars rotting for the rest of his life. He practically lived in jail anyway, why not just keep him there? You eye his mugshot, his intense stare giving you the chills. You didn’t need to wonder how the officer taking the photo must’ve felt considering you too have felt those daggers looking into the depths of your soul.

You pull your sight away from the photo, swiping away the page. You didn’t want to spend any more time on Yoongi. What happened at Makoto is behind you now. You just wanted to forget about the situation, and never run into Yoongi– or Joon for that matter, again. You plug your phone to your charger, sitting the device on your nightstand before you drift off to sleep.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to show.” Mr. Kim looks surprised as you step into the kitchen, taking an apron from the hook on the wall. “Why wouldn’t I show up?” You quirk a brow, tying the black fabric around your waist. “Because I thought you would’ve been too scared to show your face after going toe to toe with the devil’s minions the other day.”

You click your tongue, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You couldn’t believe people were still on that. Just as you walked in you overheard a customer whispering ‘she’s still alive?’ to her friend. It’s absurd at this point. “I think everyone is blowing what happened yesterday way out of proportion.” You shake your head, grabbing a notepad and pen from the pencil holder.

“I’d like to say we are, kid, but you got lucky. That Yoongi is no joke to be played with. The guy is a menace. Some people say the only reason he’s not in jail is because he has affiliations within the police unit, and I wouldn’t doubt if it’s true. Our system is corrupt.” The older man sighs. ‘Oh great, here he goes with politics and corruption again…’ you thought. You had better get out on the floor before you’re caught in a whirlwind of it.

You leave him to discuss the topic with himself as you step out onto the floor, and start taking customer orders. “Hey, you’re that crazy girl from yesterday.” A man says as you approach his table. You frown, already knowing what he was referring to, so you avoid it at all cost. “What can I get you?” You redirect the conversation.

“Oh! Uhhh,” he picks up the menu from his table, skimming through it. “I’ll have the Jajangmyeon.” He answers quickly. You scribble down his order. “Anything to drink?” You ask. “Ginseng tea, thank you.” He places the menu back on the table. You nod, taking down his drink. “Okay, I’ll be right back with that tea.” You smile kindly before heading back to the kitchen. You rip the orders from the notepad, clipping them to the ticket holder.

“Hey, kid. We’ve got a delivery order for dumplings.” Mr. Kim informs you as you’re preparing tea for the customer. The older gentleman approaches you, the order already made and secured in a brown bag. You take the bag from him, looking at the order ticket attached to it.

As you read over the address on the ticket, your eyes practically bulge out of your skull. ‘2357 Gongdan Lane’. “Um… Mr. Kim, this location is in the slums of Daegu.” You look at him with concern. “I know.” The man simply nods, taking the tickets you set from the holder. “Yeah, well, I can’t go to Gongdan lane. It’s dangerous, especially for me as a woman.”

“Look kid, I’m sorry. If Jimin was here I’d have him go but he doesn’t work on Saturdays and you’re my only worker.”

“Exactly. I’m the only worker, you need me to be at the shop taking orders.” You knew that wasn’t going to go over as it was a slow day, and there were hardly any customers in the shop to begin with. “I can handle the customers and cook the ramen until you get back.”

You couldn’t believe this. Just as you had prided yourself in never stepping foot in Gongdan, here was this old dirty bastard making you go. On top of that, the restaurant didn’t even own a company car for deliveries so you had to ride a bike. You read over the ticket again, noticing that there wasn’t even a name on the order. “There’s no name on the order, this could be a trick that ends with me getting robbed for free food.”

“All this time wasted on talking about it could be used on getting the delivery done. Stop complaining and do what you’re paid to do. The faster you get it done, the faster you can come back.”

You wanted to stomp your foot like a child and continue to protest, but you couldn’t risk your job by not listening so you did the only sensible thing you could do. Your job. You grab a plastic bag, shoving the brown one inside of it before leaving through the back exit in the kitchen. You spot the red delivery bike lying on the ground, and pick it up, looping the plastic bag around the bike handle.

As you mount the bicycle, you pull out your phone to use your GPS. The ride was about 12 minutes away. If you ride fast you could undoubtedly make it at least an 8 minute ride. You kick back the breaks and set off on your journey. During the ride as you make it into the slum area, you could truly see the separation from Sangsu-dong to Gongdan lane. The sidewalks were cracked and unpaved, the buildings looked more rundown, and homeless people laid out in sleeping bags.

You got an uneasy feeling as you noticed a group of men smoking weed on a corner and intensely watching you go by. You probably stood out like a sore thumb, riding through Daegu’s slummiest on a red bike. You swallowed the lump in your throat, keeping your eyes forward as you paid them no mind. As you continue going, you notice the streets become more isolated. Your GPS directs you to turn, which you follow only to come upon a big warehouse that looked abandoned. ‘You’ve arrived’, your GPS says. You furrow your brows, confusion written over your face.

“Stupid thing must’ve sent me to the wrong location.” You grab the bag of dumplings from the bike handle, circling around the warehouse just in case you were mistaken. You find a door on the other end, cameras surrounding it like it was a government building. You inspect the door, seeing that there was a red button of some sort on it.

You scope the perimeter, making sure no one was trying to sneak attack you. The whole thing seemed completely sketchy. You take a deep breath before pressing down on the button, a loud buzz coming from it. You take a step back, waiting for someone to come open the door. You stood there for about two minutes, not wanting to wait around any longer. You knew this was a scam. You should’ve just gone home and pretended like you delivered the food. It would’ve saved you the trouble. As you turn to walk back to the bike, the door suddenly opens with a loud creaking sound.

You direct your attention back to the door, locking eyes with an individual that you dreaded to ever see again. “Oh my god… i-it’s you…” you stutter in shock, seeing Yoongi stand in the doorway with a smirk plastered on his face. “Wonder Woman, we meet again.”

You’re silent, not really saying a word as you feel too stunned to speak. “You got something for me, sweetheart?” His eyes darted to the bag in your hand. You snap from your fearful trance, remembering why you were there in the first place. “Uh… yeah. Here’s your order.” You stretch out your arm to hand him the bag, not wanting to come any closer. The raven reaches forward, his hand brushing yours as he takes the bag from you. You quickly turn away, rushing back over to your bike.

“Hey, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself yesterday.” He says, following behind you. “I already know who you are.” You mumble as you mount the red two wheeler. “Really? You didn’t seem to know who I was yesterday. If you did, you wouldn’t have shot your pretty mouth off like that,”

He grabs the handles of your bike, preventing you from leaving. “You look scared. Guess my reputation precedes me.” He says almost too proudly. “Not in a way that a decent human being should want it to, but I guess decency isn’t what you’re aiming for.” you say slickly, which causes the raven to smile. “There goes that smart mouth again,” he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, giving you the same predatory stare from yesterday. “Normally I wouldn’t tolerate anyone getting slick at the mouth with me, but from you it’s kind of a turn on.”

You scowl, ignoring his sexual advance. “Can you let go of my bike? I need to get back to work.”

“How about you let me drive you?” he offers, but you quickly decline. You’d be an idiot to get in the car with a proclaimed murderer. “I’ll take my chances on the bike, thank you.” The raven lets go of the handles, taking a step back to allow you to be on your way. “Be my guest, sweetheart.”

You kick back the break, not wanting to waste any more of your time in Gongdan speaking to this thug. You back away from him, turning the bike to ride down the path you came. “I hope to see you again, Y/N.” He calls out. You come to an abrupt stop, looking back at the raven. How did he know your name? “I don’t remember telling you my name.”

“You didn’t need to. I have my sources and connections, Princess. Whatever I need or want, I get.”

You cringe at the nickname ‘princess’. Jungkook doesn’t even call you that, with all the cheesy nicknames he does use. Him knowing your name suddenly made you question how coincidental this whole encounter was. You were starting to wonder how much about you he knew. As if he read your mind, he starts to read you like an autobiography. “You were born in Busan and raised right here in Daegu, you’re an ex nursing student, an only child, both your parents passed away in a tragic car accident, your best friend is Sang Mina, and your boyfriend is… Jeon Jungkook? Am I right?”

Your heart pounds against your chest as he spoke information that only people close to you would know. You felt sick, creeped out even, but you tried not to display that on your face. “So, I guess you know my work schedule then. You set this little encounter up knowing that I was the only worker today, didn’t you?” the raven simply shrugged like he couldn’t answer whether that was true or not, but you knew that it was. “I don’t know what your deal is, but just stay away from me, okay?”

Yoongi sneered, as he turned on his heels, heading back to the door from once he came. The raven makes sure he gets the last word though.

“I can’t make you any promises, sweetheart. Like I said, whatever I want, I get.”

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[arcane-axolotl]

I think I’ll start off with a funny little story that happened to me about a year ago involving a restaurant, car holding, and a gas station.

So like, I was out with some friends enjoying some dinner, it was this chinese place and I ordered some of the BEST noodles in the world.

Basically, we were all chilling and stuuufffff, we all had our food and drinks. I had this really large water I ordered, to help with the noodles WHICH WERE SPICY BTW.

I practically down everything really fast because it was suuuper good. That included the water! We all spent some time talking, like ALOT of time talking because it was long enough for my bladder to start letting me know “Hey its time to pee get up” but yknow, me being the piss kink enthusiast I am decide to just not go yet.

Note! I was wearing a baggy hoodie and some jean shorts, which were pretty tight on my bladder (Uh oh!)

Basically when its time for all of us to leave I hop in the backseat because my friend stole the shotgun seat (how rude!) and put on my seatbelt which adds even more pressure onto my bladder!!!!

I forgot to mention that by the time we got in the car I had to pee REAAALLY bad, squirming and leg crossing BUT NO HANDS! So basically I’m in the car, chatting and stuff before I finally give in and ask my friend to find some place where I can go use the bathroom. He’s like, okay sure dont piss in my car yada yada.

I’m trying suuuuuper hard to not pee myself until we finally get to the gas station, I’m like, holding my crotch and pee dancing and EVERYTHING.

I go inside and the store clerk is like, bathroom is over there, so I count my prayers and go over to the women’s room. ITS OCCUPIED, so Im waiting in front of the door (my friends are laughing because I look ridiculous trying to not pee myself) swaying my hips and shit, then FINALLY THE LADY INSIDE COMES OUT so i RUSH inside, lock the door, and start peeing…

In that order, I WASNT ON THE TOILET YET. I had to forcefully yank down my shorts and plop myself onto the toilet seat while my bladder was letting itself come loose.

When I was done, there was a pretty sizable wetspot on my shorts sooooo I kind of waited in there a little and tried to dry off my shorts the best I could with TP as well as the floor, i remember my friends asking what was taking me so long and I had to lie and say like, stomach hurt or something… damage to my socks and shoes was suuuper minimal thankfully because MOST of my pee went into the toilet.. soooo after I deemed my shorts dry enough, I put them back on and went back to the car without anyone realizing… well.. I mean idk about the wet bathroom because public bathroom TP SUCKS so i couldnt perfectly clean it up…

After ALL that we all went our separate ways, being dropped off at our different houses and stuff and I immediately took a shower and washed my clothes!

Thats my little story telling session! I have a lot more where that came from for future use :333

[messydoodlesyt]

SMG4 Crew Redesigns Part 1

Finally got them done! I saw some people do redesigns for the SMG4 Crew and I wanted to put my spin on it. So far I’ve done SMG4, SMG3, Meggy, Mario, and Luigi. I'm for sure gonna do the others at one point. But it was perfect timing since I did finally finish all the arcs in order (and the important episodes in between for the most part) so I at least have some better context then all the stuff from 2022+ and all.

So first up SMG4. I’ve seen people incorporate the glitch color pallet so I tried to put a little bit on the shoes and pant legs. That and I’ve seen him associated with stars. I don’t quite understand why people do redesigns with it; maybe it’s something in an old episode I haven’t seen yet or something but I thought it’d be neat to add. Added the number four roman numeral for him too cuz it felt off only having 3 have it. Shoulder strap off cuz vibes idk.

Next up SMG3! I’ve seen so many people give him long hair/ a mullet and dammit it was just too perfect to have. That with some ripped pants and gloves and earrings to add for his redesign. And of course the overall pocket for Eggdog because yes.

Up next Meggy! She felt like the biggest change to me but I think it’s mainly the hair being the reason. Originally I was keeping the long hair, but when I was watching the arcs and saw her inkling form didn’t have any tentacle things in the back just the front (forgive me idk if that’s what those are called a barely played splatoon) so I felt like after turning human she would first have the long hair but then cut it as a way to cope if that makes sense? Idk she seemed to have struggled for some time just trying to adjust to human form and at least she would have control over her hair. Then I gave freckles which I believe her first human model design did have them but it was so faded it was hard to tell so I tried to make em a bit more noticeable (though now that I’m looking at them maybe I should make em thicker idk yet).

Now friggen Mario. Good lord he was the last one I finished and it should not have been this hard. It’s all minor changed I feel like- I tried to make him still identifiable while still having some differences like the short sleeves, belt, and patches. That and I put his signature M on the gloves too to match SMG4 and SMG3. I was struggling with the mouth (not the cursed one just normal) because sometimes it would look off. Luigi I had more of a problem with though than Mario for whatever reason; maybe it’s the mustache.

Which speaking of Luigi as the final one for the list thing. He definitely gave me turtle neck vibes so I wanted to give him that, plus a belt that has those little bag strap things or whatever you call them to hold stuff like maybe some flower seeds or whatever he needs to. And I only did one of those little drawings with a mouth but when I tried doing it for the others it felt off. Probably for future drawings with these refs I’ll add mouths or won’t depending on the mood.

And yeah those are my redesigns. Definitely wanna do the others like Tari and Saiko for example. But some I know will be tricky because I don’t really know what I could add for redesigns like Mr. Puzzles and Karen for example. But we’ll see.

Part 2 of SMG4 Redesigns

[darkbluekies]

P.O.V

Mafia!yandere OC x reader x mobboss

Summary: kidnapped by Silas’s rival, you're forced to see Silas's dark world from a point of view he never wanted you to witness

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, gore, mentions of violation, mentions of nsfw?, violence, crime, manipulation, reader breaking, self guilt, angst, blackmail (let me know if i should add more)

Word count: 4.1k

“Let me go!” you shout as you struggle against the two men holding each of your arms in a painful grip. 

“Be silent”, one of them demands, “or I’ll cut your tongue off.”

You’re pushed down on your knees on polished, wooden floor. Quickly, you look around in the room you’ve been forced into. Is it an office? A living room? Just an hour ago, you were in the backseat of Silas’s car, waiting for him to finish a mission. You had been alone with two drivers who got shot before you could process it. It all went downhill from there.

A man walking from behind a desk catches your attention. He looks to be around Silas’s age with dark hair, dimples and piercing, blue eyes that makes you shrink.

“So this is Silas little playmate”, he smiles and grabs your chin to get a better look at you. 

Your neck strains. The man snickers and touches your lip with his thumb, almost waiting for you to open your mouth. If he forces his thumb past your lips, you’re going to bite him. Hard. Thankfully, he doesn’t. He crouches down in front of you and tilts his head. 

“You’re a pretty thing, aren’t you?” he asks tauntingly and caresses your cheek. 

You remember how terrified you were when you first came to Silas, how you barely dared to move. But now, after getting kidnapped a second time, you feel a bit bolder. You’ve already been put through hell and back, what more do you have to lose? You slap his hand away with a glare. 

“Feisty too”, he chuckles. “You’ll regret that, bunny.”

“What do you want?” you spit out. 

“I brought you here because your boyfriend hasn’t done his part of our agreement and I am sick of waiting.”

“What agreement?” 

“Just a simple business thing. Not much to fuss about … however, your boyfriend didn’t give me what I asked for after I gave him what he wanted. So … I took something he liked to trade for my part of the agreement. This time he has to fulfill his part.”

You take a deep breath. Silas will just have to come get you and then it’ll all be over. Everything will be okay. 

“But … I’m in the mood to kid around a little”, the man says in amusement. “I’m tired of Silas seeing me as a joke … send him one of his little playmate’s fingers.”

You flinch as your eyes widen. Quickly, you shoot up from the floor and you sprint towards the door in hopes of somehow saving yourself. The two men who dragged you in manage to grab you. You scream, kick and fight. On the leader’s signal, they let you go.The force makes you fly into the brick wall, hitting your elbow and head in the process. There’s a burning pain you have no time to care for. You sink down on the floor, pressing your body close to the wall, body trembling. Fear has crept into your heart by now. 

“I thought you’d be more brave”, the leader says. “Aren’t you the partner of a mob boss? Haven’t you already seen all the horrible stuff he does? Hasn’t he done them to you? Or is he the type to hide it all from his sweet, little, innocent darling? Answer.”

“He … he doesn’t show”, you stutter and swallow air. 

“Well, I am going to. I am going to ruin you for him. If he wants you all innocent and pure, I’m going to make sure he gets a destroyed partner back. That will make him second guess trying to mess with me in the future.”

You’re sure that your heart has sunken down to your stomach. If there’s something you’ve had to thank Silas for, it’s that he’s shielded you from all the horrible stuff he deals with. 

“Don’t look so scared, I’m not going to kill you”, the leader says as he moves closer. “You will go back to Silas, you have my word. I’m just going to roughen you up a little — show you a different side of the world you’re living in.”

You glare at him. The man drops his smile and walks back to his desk. 

“If you know what’s best for you, you’ll stay there like a passed out drunk”, he mutters. 

The men who dragged you in leave the room. You look around, but stay where you are. You have to get out somehow, have to escape. 

You’re not sure how much time pass, but when you no longer can feel your legs, the man stands up from his computer.

“What’s your name?” he asks. “Silas is a clever bastard, hiding your identity. And don’t you even try lying, I will know.”

You don’t answer.

“Give me your name or I will rip of your finger nails until I get letter for letter”, he says lowly and crouches down in front of you. “Do you understand that, bunny?”

“Y/N …”

“Are you lying?”

You shake your head quickly. The man grabs your collar and lifts you up on your numb legs. You falter before finding your steps. He holds a knife to your throat. 

“Scared?” he asks.

“N-No”, you lie. 

He scoffs with a smile and pulls you over to his desk. He stands behind you, trapping you between his muscular arms. There’s a video on his computer. The thumbnail is enough to make you sick. You can't tell that it is exactly, but there's blood and someone being tied to a chair.

"I don't want to", you gulp.

"You're going to watch every single video I show you, do you understand that?" the man whispers in your ear. "Or else I'm really going to cut one of your fingers off and send it to your boyfriend. I'm not kidding."

He reaches for the mouse.

"Please don't", you whisper weakly.

"Why? Are you afraid to see the truth of what your boyfriend is doing?"

"I-Is it Silas in the video?"

"No. He's not dumb enough to film his sessions, but I know for a fact that he does this kind of stuff too. Now, watch or I'll bring out the knife."

He presses play. The first thing you hear are echoes of sobs and moans. The entire screen is filled with a man missing limbs. Two masked men are torturing him far beyond what he can handle.

You clench your eyes shut and feel the man behind you grab a fistful of your hair before yanking your head back.

"I told you to watch, bitch", he says. "So watch."

He throws your head back. Whiplash is hitting you and you hold your hand over your throat. You continue to watch the video with tears running down your cheeks. The images burn into your brain. You won't be forgetting them any time soon.

"I must say, watching a video isn't the same as … actually experiencing it, don't you agree?" the man smirks.

You feel sick.

"Just get Silas", you say harshly, raising your voice. "Get him so I can leave!"

"Not yet, my little bunny", the man says and holds his heavy hand on your shoulder. "I'm not done yet. I'm going to taint you like you've never been tainted before. Better yet, I'll break you."

All his words make you shiver. The man grabs your arm and pulls you up from the chair. He drags you out of the room, through a pair of corridors and down a flight of stairs. The place you've ended up in reminds you of Silas’s basement … just much, much worse. People are playing games, drinking and doing drugs … all in the same room others are torturing people. Is this a red room or a casino?

"Spend ten minutes down here and you'll never be the same", the man chuckles and pushes you towards the group of people.

You stand still, not knowing what to do. Your body is not reacting to any of the signals your brain is telling you. You can't remember the last time you've been so scared.

Silas, help me. Please come help me. Save me. I'm so scared.

You've never wanted him to come for you this badly before. Normally, you want him as far away as possible.

"What are you waiting for?" the man behind you asks. "Walk around. Take it all in."

You don't move. It doesn't take long before you feel a push harsh enough to make you fall forward. You hit your knees on the stone floor.

"Oh my, look at this little thing", a seductive female voice murmurs. "Already on their hands and knees? Too easy."

You're quick to sit back on your butt and glare at the woman who talked to you. She's sitting by the bar with a few other women and men, all looking dolled up in old, torn clothing.

"Look at that innocent sparkle in their teary eyes", another woman snickers. 

"This is Silas sweetheart", the leader smiles from above you. 

The group of people by the bar raises their eyebrows.

"Silas, hm?" a man asks and jumps off his tall stool. "This is a bit too perfect."

"He must be paissed that you took them", the first woman laughs. "I'd pay to watch his face right now."

You look around, seeing all kinds of horrors. People experiences the worst side effects from substances, people fighting, blood, torture … it all belongs in a nightmare.

Silas, please …

You start to sob even worse. If this is a nightmare, you want to wake up.

"Yes, that's it", the leader smirks.

He's quick to pull up his camera and film you sitting in a fetal position. The women who taunted you crawl over and put their grubby hands on you.

"Let me go!" you scream and fight them off. "Don't touch me!"

"See something you recognize, Silas?" you hear the man ask. "Y/N turn around and tell your dear boyfriend how badly you want him to save you."

You don't want to give into the man's disgraceful request. It's humiliating, but you're terrified. You want nothing more than for Silas to save you.

The women grab your face, turning it to the camera.

"Come on, Y/N …", the leader says playfully. "Do it."

The women twist your arms and you scream.

"Stop it!" you scream in agony. "Silas, help me, please!"

The man chuckles and cuts off the video before sending it. It doesn't take long before his phone rings.

"Silas!" he says with a twisted smile. 

"What the fuck have you done?!" Silas screams back. 

"I wouldn't have to do this if you had fulfilled your end of the promise, Silas. I want my documents. And you're going to give them to me if you want Y/N back."

"You'll get your fucking papers. Tell me where and I'll be there now."

"Oh, not now. I'm too busy. How about tomorrow at five pm?" 

"No, now."

"I'm not done with your darling yet. I have so much to show them."

"Show what? What are you doing?"

"If you're going to bring Y/N into this world, why not show them what you've dragged them into?"

Silence. 

"You can't", Silas says. "You wouldn't fucking dare."

"Oh, but I've already started. Tomorrow at five pm, the old warehouse. Bring only two men and I'll do the same. No weapons, no tricks."

"Fine. But you'll pay for this, trust me."

The man chuckles and hangs up. He turns to you and bends down to lift you up in his arms. 

"Tomorrow at five pm you'll be free", he says as he carries you out of the basement.

It's the third man he's beaten to death. Silas’shand is throbbing with pain and he doesn't know if the blood on it is his own or the poor men's — most likely both. He's not done yet. Everyone should feel his wrath. Even the devil must be afraid of Silas right now. He hasn’t looked  himself in the mirror and perhaps he shouldn’t. 

“Boss …”, his right hand man says quietly, not raising his head to look at his boss. “It’s just a few hours … please try to remain calm-”

“Just a few hours?” Silas scoffs and swipes everything on his desk down on the floor. “Do you know what can happen in ‘just a few hours’?! Y/N could very well be dead when I get there!”

“I don’t think they’ll kill them … in that case they won’t get the documents. He’s very persistent on getting the documents.”

He goes pale. “Yeah, you’re right … but … Y/N … they could violate them in any way … and I won’t be able to stop it …”

Silas sinks down on his knees. Every cell in his body lost their adrenaline, leaving him aching and hurting. He can feel his heart breaking in pieces, feel it bleeding into his lungs. He’s terrified of the condition he’s going to find you in. 

“Boss”, second in command tries again. His voice is gentle and sympathizing. “Don’t think like that. Y/N is strong … and smart. You know that.”

“But I never pushed past Y/N’s limits. They don’t care about their well being, they won’t stop. Even if they scream, cry and beg … they won’t care.” He leans his head against the wall. “I should never have left Y/N alone in the car …”

“You could never have known that they’d break into it.”

“I knew I fucked up the second I saw the dead drivers. But it was too late … how could I let those assholes take Y/N?”

“You tried to shield them by letting them stay in the car. Otherwise they’d have to see you kill someone.”

“Seems like they’ll have to watch that now anyway.” Silas clenches his bloody fists. “I’m going to kill that little insect for ever trying to mess with me. I’m going to end him for touching my Y/N.”

The night have been filled with more than you've ever anticipated. That man made sure that you were going to see as much terror as you possibly could. From watching people get limbs cut off to burned and filled with acid. You could never have imagined someone melting … or imagined the smell.

I just need to hold out. Hold out until it's over. Just a few hours.

The hours drag on by like snails. You're curled up in a corner of the office with the leader by the computer. Your body is trembling. The person you were yesterday feels so distant, so different. 

"Very well, it's time to wrap up our little visit", the muscular man says. "And for you to return to Silas."

"What if he doesn't … come to pick me up?" you whisper, mortified by your own words.

What if he doesn't want you anymore now that he knows that you won't be pure anymore? You'll know it all, you'll be tainted.

"Then I'll keep you", the mob boss answers with a grin. "I'll force you to watch everything until your fragile brain breaks. Can't wait to see you numb and unresponsive. Get up."

Slowly, you pull yourself up on your feet. You feel sick to your stomach, the images of the night's horror still visible in front of your eyes. They never had to touch you, they could break you nonetheless.

The man grabs your arm and pulls you with him, out of the room, out of the building. You’re forced into the backseat of a gray car. You keep your head down the entirety of the bumpy ride. You’re exhausted, hungry and broken. Even if Silas gets you, you won’t be the same. It won’t matter if he comes. It’s too late. 

You’re pulled out of the car and forced into an old, abandoned warehouse. 

“Now … let’s wait”, the man says and holds you still. “Silas will be here soon enough.”

Not even ten minutes later, you can hear the screeching of a sports car’s breaks. You look up, seeing Silas and two of his men walk into the warehouse. The sight of him makes you tear up. You’re so relieved that he came to get you, but you’re so ashamed of what you’ve become — what you let that horrible man do to you. Silas is wearing his suit and dark coat, hands buried in his pockets. You have never seen such a dark expression on his face before. His face twitches as he sees you and he clenches his jaw. 

“Let’s make this quick before I kill you with my bare hands”, Silas says coldly and gesticulates for his men to give him the documents. “Give me what’s mine now.”

“The papers first”, the man says calmly and takes a tighter, warning grip on your arm. “Afterwards I’ll return your sweetheart.”

Silas clenches his jaw and throws the folder carelessly on the ground. One of the men beside you takes the folder and the leader lets you go. Without hesitation, you run towards the man you earlier didn’t want anything to do with. Silas opens his arms for you and you run right into them, crashing into his firm body. He wraps his arms around you, holding your head into his chest. You're not going to have to see anymore horror — he'll make sure of it. He lets you cry while stroking your back. Heavy sobs exit your shaking body, causing his heart to bleed thickly. You breathe in Silas familiar scent and cry even harder. He holds you firmly, mortified of having you slip away from him again. He wants to say something, wants to do so much worse than that man ever did to you, but he can’t. He doesn't want to put you through even more pain, doesn't even want to let you go. 

“I don’t understand that angry look, Silas”, the mob boss taunts him. “You brought them into this world, you should have known this was inevitable. Actually, you should thank me. I did all the job for you, you didnt have to watch their breakdown.”

Keep calm. 

Silas bites the insides of his cheeks to avoid saying something that can escalate the situation. He doesn’t want to scare you any further. If he's going to beat him to death, it's going to be out of your sight.

“Let's leave”, he mutters lowly and puts his arm around your shoulders. “We’re done here.”

Silas gives him one last glare before he pulls you with him out of the warehouse. He fights back every impulse to turn back and beat that pick senseless.

“Tell me about what they did to you”, he whispers to you. “Did they hurt you badly?”

You shake your head again without lifting your face out of his warm chest. He breathes out in relief. He had imagined the worst. What would he have done if they had given you forever physical damage?

“They forced me to watch … w-watch people get killed”, you whisper, scared to even raise your voice an octave. “In all different kind of ways … it was horrible. I could never have imagined that people could do such things to each other …” you hug yourself when your stomach growls. “I also didn’t get to eat anything and every time I was about to wall asleep they hurt me to keep me stay awake … I have bruises …”

“The bruises will heal, I promise”, he says comfortingly. “I will cover all the mirrors in the house, you won’t have to watch yourself if you don’t want to.”

You sniffle. “Thank you …”

“Of course, baby.”

Silas is in pure disbelief over how someone can treat an angel like you this way. You had nothing to do with his work, you are completely innocent … how could they do this to you? The mere thought makes him see red. The mob boss’s taunting words dance around in his brain like annoying mosquitos. It wasn’t his fault, Silas tells himself, he didn’t bring you into the world, he kept you out of it. He shielded you!

Your legs cave in once you reach the car. He helps you into the backseat and buckles you in, wiping a few tears on the way. He’s about to crawl in after you, but he stops himself. 

“Keep an eye on them”, he demands the two men he brought with him. “I have to tell that son of a bitch one thing.”

“Should we come with you, boss?” one of the men asks. 

“No, keep an eye on Y/N. And I mean a really close eye. I’ll be fine. They don’t have weapons.”

You break out in broken sobs and reach for him. “N-No, don’t leave me!” you scream. 

“I’ll be back in a minute, baby”, he says softly and kisses your cheek. “If I don’t tell that man my mind, I’ll regret it big time.”

Silas closes the car door and runs back to the warehouse. He storms over to the man and lunges his fist as hard as he possibly can towards his face. The other man stumbles and loses his balance. His men come towards Silas, but he manages to send them flying as well. He hopes that they hit their heads hard enough to never wake up again, but frankly he doesn’t care. It’s not them he wants to get at — it’s their horrible, disgusting leader. He continues to force his fist into the mob boss’s face until he no longer moves. Silas wants to kill him. He’s going to kill him.

“You should never have been so stupid to touch what’s mine”, Silas pants and stands up to reload his stamina.

He is filled with adrenaline and won’t stop until the mob boss is dead. He punches on and on and on again until he’s sure the man is dead. He spits at the man’s corpse and storms back to the car. Quickly, he removes his bloody coat and wipes his hands on it to not scare you any further. Silas hurries to get into the backseat and hold your trembling body in his hands. 

“You’re safe now”, he whispers in your ear. “Don’t cry, I’m here now and everything is going to be okay. He’s not a threat anymore. You don’t have to worry.”

You look at him with big, glossy, red eyes. How is anything going to be okay when you're no longer the person he fell in love with?

"I'm sorry", you sob.

"Sorry?" Silas asks in confusion and he feels his heart break all over again. How could you ever think such a thing? "Why are you sorry? You haven't done anything wrong, little thing, don’t even say that. I should be apologizing for ever leaving you alone in the car. I should have trusted my gut and not have brought you on that stupid mission. The car has been upgraded, they’ll never manage to break in again. Not that I will ever leave you alone in it again …"

He takes your hand and lifts it to his lips, kissing desperately. The guilt he’s feeling is greater than anything he’s ever felt before. It’s a feel piercing through his heart.

“I hate to see you so upset … tell me what I can do to make you better”, he pleads and cramps onto your hands. “I will give you anything you want, nothing is too much … I could even allow you to meet your parents …”

At the moment, all you want is to take a break until your brain works again.

“I just want to sleep”, you sniffle and shake your head. “I’m so tired, I haven’t slept at all …”

In other words, you want to escape this living nightmare in hopes of finding it easier in dreamland. They kept you awake all night to force you to watch those horrible events and videos. If you weren’t too mortified to be sleepy, they’d push, kick or pull your hair hard enough to make you wide awake. 

“Of course”, Silas answers quickly and positions himself right. “Sleep on my shoulder, darling.”

You hesitate. You don’t want to be unaware, what if something happens again? But … you’re so tired … 

“Nothing is going to happen to you”, Silas reassures you as if he could read your mind. “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere, do you understand that?”

You nod carefully.

“I’ll never let that happen to you again”, Silas says firmly and kisses your forehead. “You have nothing to be afraid of. I’m right here by your side.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Just rest, baby.”

You lean your head onto his shoulder and shut your eyes slowly. He holds his arm around your shoulders to keep you in place, even bringing his coat around you. Continuously, he kisses your forehead while fighting back tears. It grows like a ball in his throat, but he refuses to cry. You are safe and that bastard is dead, he tells himself.

It’s all over … but his rage is still burning inside his lungs. He’s not done yet.

[mothertoall2]

Drama Queen (NatashaxReader)

Description: Natasha woke up from a nap upset that you were no longer cuddling her and instead in the bathroom. She decides to take revenge by being dramatic for the rest of the day until you make it up to her.

Warnings: None

Natasha's POV

I wake up from my nap expecting to see myself cuddling my amazing partner. I had a long mission and they told me to get some rest after so I fell asleep cuddling them on the couch. They are the only person I feel safe enough to be vulnerable around so I was more than willing to admit I was exhausted and wanted cuddles. I open my eyes though and Y/n was not there. I sit up confused and look around a little but they aren't in the living room. 

I hear a door open upstairs and Y’n starts to walk down the stairs and come into view. “Well good morning there sleepy head!” I just pout at them and cross my arms, they can’t just walk in here and pretend they didn’t do anything wrong. “What’s the pout for baby?” They walk over to me and try to kiss me but I turn my head. They gasp in shock and offense but I stay strong and keep my head turned. They left me so I have every right to be dramatic, and that’s exactly what I’ll do. 

Y/n’s POV

I stand there for a moment, shocked that she just dodged my kiss. “What was that for?!?!” I ask so confused at her behavior. “You left me!” She glares at me as I just chuckle. “My love I had to use the bathroom, I was gonna come right back!” I try to defend myself but her pout just deepens. “You left me all alone!” She falls back onto the couch and puts a hand over her head to add more flair. “What was I supposed to do, let my bladder burst?” She turns her head and glares at me before she turns over again. “You’re such a drama queen I swear.” I say with a small laugh as I sit next to her and start rubbing her back. 

“You don’t love me!” She mumbles with the puppy dog eyes. “Now you listen here woman I love you more than anything in this world!” Her mouth falls and she backs away from me. Oh boy here we go, I can tell that this is what is going to happen for the rest of the night. “So I’m just woman now?!?!” I start trying to defend myself but she just keeps shouting that she’s just a woman to me. I grab her face in my hands and have her look in my eyes.  “Now you listen here, you are the love of my life and my future wife, you are not just a woman but my woman okay?” She nods but continues to mumble something that I couldn't quite hear before she lays on my lap. 

I turn on her favorite show so we can watch a few episodes of it before it reaches lunch time. The whole time she makes sure to keep a grip on my hoodie making sure that I can’t get up to leave her. Once it hits about 1:45 I pause the show which causes her to look up at me with a pout. I always fall for those gorgeous green eyes but we need to get food. I start to get up and she is about to protest, no doubt by claiming I don’t love her, but I lift her into my arms and carry her into the kitchen. The whole ride she just says ‘weeeee’ until I place her onto the counter. “Alright lovey, what doth thou want for lunch?” She giggles this dirty laugh before kissing me. “Are you on the menu?” I laugh with her and shake my head. “Maybe later tonight but for now you need actual food.”

She pouts before I kiss her and then boop her nose with my finger. She tries to bite my finger before I pull it away which causes her to pout again. She leans down and bites my shoulder. “Ouch hey!” She giggles and kisses it before looking up at me. “How about some sandwiches?” I think for a minute before nodding my head. “Am I permitted to go and get the stuff to make them?” She taps her chin and pretends to think about it for a minute before nodding. I grab the peanut butter and bread from the cabinet and the jelly from the fridge. 

I set the stuff down on the counter next to Natasha and get the plates. I make her peanut butter sandwich and added jelly onto mine. I cut them both into two triangles and set them there while I tidy up the dishes. “Hey, it was my day for dishes.” I smile and kiss her lips. “Yes but you just got back from a mission and deserve to relax.” She roles her eyes before thanking me and taking a bite of her sandwich. 

After we ate we went back to cuddling on the cous as per Natasha’s request. Randomly she just asks me “Remember when you called me a bitch?” I can’t help but laugh because she constantly brings this up. “I did not call you a bitch! I said that you could be a bitch!” She sits up and glares at me. “Nope you said that I was a bitch.” I sigh knowing that this is going to be a long conversation again. “Didn’t you hear anything I said after that?!” “You mean after you called me a bitch? Nope.” I groan and fall back continuing to protest as she continues to say the same thing. “Will a kiss make it better?” I taps her finger on her chin pretending to think. “Make it two and we have a deal.” I lean up and kiss her twice and she smiles and lays on me. “All better?” She nods and kisses my chest before we go back to the movie. I love this woman more than anything but god she is a drama queen. 

(A/n- I know it’s short but here are real conversations between me and my boyfriend, I hope you enjoyed it!)

[yuseirra]

Ch 161~

Can't draw so much during the week..!

More commentary about 161..

I'm actually convinced Fatal and Mephisto should be Kamiki's song?? I think some things hint of it.

and that he DOES really care about Aqua.

and that he does have to do with Sarutahiko, Amenouzume's husband(although this part is a speculation)

More stuff in the read more:

(first written in another language and chatGPT helped me translate it... I can't write things like this twice ;v; it's a great world here. so convenient~)

Honestly, it's frustrating and a bit agonizing; what is this even about? The plot is stressful, but...

Still, being able to focus like this... I guess it’s a good thing to find a work that hooks you and makes you think deeply in some way.

LOL, it also means I’m living a life where I have enough time to care about a manga, even though I’m currently in a pretty tough spot.

This manga, whether it's in a good or bad direction, seems to be driving me crazy in its own way.

If I’m disappointed, I can always go read something else, (I even got permission from someone to draw a Persona fanfic fanart, but I’ve been too hooked on this manga to do it.. that fanfic was so good.. I need to do it sooner or later..).

But I was so confident about my analyses. Like, really... I’m usually good at picking up on these kinds of things? This manga is great at psychological portrayal, and it was amusing to analyze that, There are just too many things sticking out for me, and things feel uneasy.

It’s not about the pairing... It just keeps bothering me... Am I really missing the mark on this? I’m usually good at sensing these things...

Without the movie arc, this development would be fine, but that arc is sandwiched in there, and I interpreted the character based on that too...

Honestly, every time I listen to the songs, I get this strong feeling like, "This isn’t Aqua." The kind of emotions in these songs, it's not him that's singing them. It's the dad. I immediately posted about it when I first heard it in July. As soon as I heard it, I thought, "This is it," and got a gut feeling.

I really want to feel that emotion again.

Even if Kamiki does turn out to be a serial killer, I still think these songs could describe his inner state.

I think we’ll get some explanation in the next five chapters or so, even if it takes a bit longer.

Also, the expression Kamiki makes when Aqua stabs him is so genuine. Until that moment, he had been smiling, but...

If that expression was because he suddenly felt threatened with his life, it’s a bit pathetic. But... I don’t think that’s the case. What I really pay attention to are the emotional flow and expressions.

When Aqua says he wants to watch Ruby perform, the smile on Kamiki’s face... it’s soft. That’s... definitely a look of affection. It’s not like, “Oh, I've won him over!” or, “Yes, I’ve convinced him!” I interpreted it as Kamiki having paternal love, and there was a scene that backed up that idea earlier. I’m sure he really likes Aqua.

That’s not a bad expression. It’s more like, "Yeah, you wish to see Ruby, don't you. Go ahead, watch her. Keep living" (Which makes me wonder, is he really planning to harm Ruby? If he harms her, maybe he plans to do it after the Dome performance? But even that doesn’t make sense. Does that mean Aqua would have to come back to stab him AGAIN after that takes place?? Does it really add up to his logic for telling him to go watch her?)

Aqua says Kamiki will destroy Ruby’s future, but...

How exactly is he going to do that? Hasn't this guy literally done nothing? If they're talking about the Dome performance, at least that should go off without a hitch, right? So at least until then, Ruby would be safe?? So, Kamiki isn't planning to harm Ruby now at least, right? Even with that weird.. logic that he proposes (I hope he's lying about that tbh)

Then when Aqua smiles and says something like, "Haha, but I’ll just kill you and die with you," while pointing the knife at him again...

Kamiki’s expression at that moment really stands out, and it’s not like a twisted look of being frustrated about things not going his way. It’s not anger or annoyance he's feeling. It’s the same shocked and despairing expression we saw in chapters 146 and 153.

Aqua seems to have no clue what kind of person his father really is, huh? He can’t read him at all.

Honestly, from the way Kamiki speaks, I get the impression that he’s actually quite kind. He’s not saying anything too wrong.

Remember the scene where Ruby gets angry because people were talking carelessly about Ai’s death? Kamiki probably knows about that too. I think Aqua and Ai, and Ruby and Kamiki, are quite alike in nature. Kamiki might’ve felt a lot of grief over Ai at that time. I do believe he loved Ai.

The phrase, "People don’t want the truth," is pretty painful, especially if you think about Ai. That’s why Ai lived telling lies. Isn't Kamiki thinking about what's happened to her, then? By bringing that up? He should have felt it, loving/watching a person like her and what unfolded.. Ai died because of the truth that she had kids with him. Ugly fans like Ryosuke and Nino couldn't take her being less than perfect. Wouldn't this have hurt Kamiki too? The fact that they loved each other(At least Ai did genuinely, we know that) was unwanted. People could not accept that, and that's one of the reasons why they had to break up.

From the way Kamiki talks, it feels like he genuinely doesn’t want his son or daughter to go through that kind of pain.

I think Kamiki has a pretty good nature. When you look at how he speaks, it’s gentle, and he seems to genuinely care about Aqua and knows a lot about him. Maybe he’s been watching over him from afar for a long time? He probably even knows who his son has feelings for.

It really feels like Kamiki is trying to persuade him: "I’m fine with dying. But you, you have so many reasons to live, right? Shouldn’t you return to the people you care about?"

And, the way Kamiki reacts after Aqua stabs him also shows it. He’s visibly agitated afterward. His expression noticeably shifts to panic and darkness.

Wait... stop it, don’t do this! That’s what he says.

The way he’s talking to Aqua in that moment.

It’s not like, “How dare you?” but more like, “Aqua, please don’t do this.”

It really seems like he doesn’t want Aqua to die.

He’s really shocked by it.

From his expressions, he seems more shocked by Aqua getting stabbed than by his own fall, like he didn’t even know how to react properly. He's being grabbed onto but he isn't looking at the hands that are grabbing him, his line of sight is on Aqua there

The final expression he makes can seem really pathetic, but...

Oh man, I think that’s the truth of that situation.

And it makes sense because Ai dreamed of raising her kids with this guy. I think he could’ve been a really great father who adored his kids... at least until the point they separated. He was just really young back then.

Doesn’t this guy really love his kids? Even without the movie arc, there have been hints of his concern for them.

I’m not trying to interpret him kindly just because I particularly like or find this character attractive.

If he’s a serial killer psychopath, then yeah, he should die here. When I first got spoiled, my reaction was completely merciless. "Well, he should die if he's like that," I said. But...

I don’t think that’s the case. It really seems like he cares about Aqua.

Oh, and Kamiki’s soul being noble in the past is mentioned, right?

So, he was a good person before?

Well, I guess I wasn’t totally off in reading his character? LOL.

Does that mean he could be a fallen god?(could be a stretch, but there IS a lyric in fatal about fallenness!!!)

Sarutahiko is often described as a "noble" and "just" god, so it’s quite possible that Kamiki’s true nature is based on Sarutahiko, the husband of Ame-no-Uzume = Ai.

That couple was very affectionate, and according to the Aratate Shrine description, they even go as far as blessing marital relationships. Those gods really love each other. In that case, Ai being so fond and loving of Hikaru also makes sense. It could explain why she asked her kids to save him...

So, can't “Fatal” be his song? Maybe he’s fallen from grace?

The lyrics in "Fatal" say things like, "What should I use to fill in what’s missing?" Could that be about human lives? But did he really kill people? How can you save someone after that? That’s why I don’t think he went that far.

"Without you, I cannot live anymore"

“I would sacrifice anything for you”

This isn’t Aqua. This is Kamiki.

Would Aqua do that much for Ai? He shouldn’t be so blind.

When I listened to "Fatal," I immediately thought of "Mephisto" because the two songs are so similar in context.

They’re sung by the same narrator, aren’t they? That made it clear what Kamiki’s purpose was, which is why I started drawing so much about him and Ai after that.

He keeps saying he’ll give up his life and that he wants to see Ai again. This isn’t Aqua! These feelings are different from what Aqua has.

At first, I thought because Ruby = Amaterasu, with Tsukuyomi having shown up, and Aqua perhaps having relations to Susanoo (he’s falling into the sea this time, right? LOL) I wondered if Ai and her boyfriend’s story was based on the major myth of Izanagi and Izanami, since they’re so well-known.

That myth is famous for how the husband tries to save his wife after she dies, though he fails in the end.

The storyline is similar to Mephisto’s, so I thought, "Could this be it?"

And then I realized Sarutahiko and Ame-no-Uzume's lores also fit really well. Ai thinking Kamiki was like a jewel when they first met is similar to how Ame-no-Uzume saw Sarutahiko shining when they first met. Sarutahiko guiding Ame-no-Uzume is similar to how Hikaru taught Ai how to act. They even had descendants that have a title that means "maiden who's good at dancing" The two also fell for each other at first sight. The shrine the characters visit in the story is supposedly where those two met and married. If they REALLY are those gods in essence, It feels like something went wrong with the wish because one or both of them became twisted.

Anyway, I think Kamiki was originally noble but fell from grace, and it’s likely that Ai’s death was the catalyst.

But I’m not sure if he really went as far as killing people.

What is Tsukuyomi even talking about? I’ve read it several times, and I still don’t fully understand.

I really hope she's wrong because… killing others to make Ai’s name carry more weight? That doesn’t make any sense. What does “the weight of her name” supposed to mean?? I don't think that's something that should be taken just at face value, I feel like there's more behind this idea.

What kind of logic is that? And on top of that, I can’t understand why Ai’s life would become more valuable if Kamiki dies. It just doesn’t follow.

Why would he even say that?

He must be really confident... Does he think he’s someone greater than Ai?

Even so, how does it connect?

I read two books today, because I started wondering if my reading comprehension has dropped. Thankfully, I’m still able to read books just fine. It’s not like I can’t read, you know? I’ve taken media literacy classes and pride myself on not having terrible reading comprehension.

I tried to make sense of what exactly the heck this may mean, and I think.. if it were to mean something like, “I’ll offer my life as a sacrifice to Ai,” I’d at least get that. That kind of logic, in a way, has some practical meaning.

Kamiki talked about sacrifices? tributes? offerings? in chapter 147. I really remember certain scenes clearly because I’ve gone over them carefully. In that case, if Kamiki dies, then the weight or value of his life would transfer to Ai, and that would “help” her, right?

If the story is going in that direction,

when I look at “Mephisto” and “Fatal,” I can see that by doing this, Kamiki would have a chance to either save Ai or get closer to her. At least that makes some sense.

But is it really right for Ai to ask someone to save Kamiki, who killed others? As soon as the idea of it came up, I knew something was up.

Because of what Ai's wanted, I think it’s possible that Kamiki didn’t actually go that far. In the songs, they talk about gathering light and offering something, but they don’t say anything about killing people… Kamiki said he’d sacrifice his own life. People around him may have died, but…

Kamiki’s true personality doesn’t seem like the type to do that… And looking at his actions when Aqua was stabbed??

He hasn’t shown any direct actions yet, so I still don’t know how far he’d actually go.

It’s not that I don’t believe Tsukuyomi’s words entirely,

but I don’t think the conclusion is going to be something like, “Ai should’ve never met Kamiki.”

Every time we see Kamiki’s actual actions, there’s this strange gentleness to him, and that’s what’s confusing me.

The more I look closely, the weirder it feels, and something about it just bothers me. If Kamiki were truly just a completely crazy villain, I’d think, “Oh, so that’s who he is,” and I wouldn’t deny it.

But each time, I start thinking that maybe Ai didn’t meet someone so strange after all? Ai liked him that much, so on that front, it makes sense to me. I want to believe that’s the right conclusion. I mean, doesn’t what he says sound kind? Isn’t he gentle?

No, but seriously, when Kamiki listened to Aqua’s reasons for wanting to live, I thought his expression was warm. It didn’t seem like some calculated expression like “according to plan” like Light Yagami. It felt more like a fond, affectionate expression. I draw too, you know. I pay a lot of attention to expressions. This character often makes expressions that really stand out.

It’s like he’s genuinely trying to convince Aqua not to do anything reckless. Maybe I’m being soft on Kamiki because he’s Ai’s boyfriend? But actually, it’s not like that?

I mean, I’m the type who’s like, “Anyone who did something bad to Ai should die!!” It’s because he’s a character. If this were a real person, I wouldn’t so casually tell someone to go die or say such strong things.

But… he seems like a good person.

+It’s a small thing, but why did Kamiki drop his phone while talking about Ruby? Ppft If you drop it from that height, it’d probably crack. Was he trying to look cool? (It’s an Apple phone, huh.) Is he a bit clumsy? Well... since it looks like him and Aqua are about to fall into the sea, maybe it was a blessing he did so. The phone might be saved after all. If he manages to climb out of there, he could contact someone with that phone.

[2000sangel]

I absolutely love your stuff (sent in a matchup and request already) and was wondering if you could do a Husk x reader who almost immediately after seeing him decides that he's their father now (he isn't) the reader is either in their late teens to early 20's and is pretty chaotic and clingy at the same time with them constantly wanting to be around their "father". Have a wonderful day/night!

Hello and thank you so much for appreciating my works! This request was adorable, I went with HCs because I’m a bit uninspired lately? But maybe I’ll add to it in the future :3

Father Figure! Husk x Reader - Platonic

♠ Husk never really thought of being a father, much less in literal Hell. During his life on earth he has always been a bit of a free-spirited individual, travelling from left to right, spending his days in bars and his youth performing magic for others. In Hell, his ‘life’ became a bit more stable, spent inside the Hazbin Hotel serving the residents at the bar, but he still didn’t consider himself a good example or somebody in the condition to care for another soul. So, when you came along and decided to see him out of all demons as a father figure, he was pretty surprised.

♠ Especially considering how different your two personalities are, with him being a grumpy and lazy old man and you being a pretty young and clingy individual, he thought that you two would never get along.

♠ On your first day at the Hotel though, you felt pretty out of place, and the moment he saw you struggling he felt pretty bad for you, so he decided to give you some advice to get along with the others out of the goodness of his heart.

♠ From that moment on, you two became inseparable. Now, you always want to be around your ‘father’, and find excuses to hang out with him at the bar even though he doesn’t allow you to drink alcoholic beverages.  He found this a little annoying at first, but with time you and your behaviours grew on him, and he’s always got something non-alcoholic prepared for you on the side!

♠ He also got pretty used to your turbulent personality; if someone questions your behaviour, he'll reply with something along the lines of; "Heh, no need to worry. They're just being themselves."

♠ If you accidentally call him ‘dad’ in front of the others, they will poke fun at you a bit but ultimately think it would be adorable if he was actually your father. Meanwhile he’ll be too stunned to speak; he’ll probably give you a pat on the back and send you on your way, trying not to seem too happy about it, but he’ll be thinking about it all day.

♠ When he went after Angel Dust and came back at the Hotel all beat up, you were very worried for him, and refused to leave his side until all his wounds were completely healed; fortunately the healing process only took a couple hours as they weren’t serious wounds, but you still made him promise to take care of himself and to get into as little fights as possible. He begrudgingly did, giving you a pat on the head.

♠ You also looked out for each other a lot during the Extermination, with him trying to shield you from attacks with his wings and you watching his back while he was occupied fighting against a group of Angels.

♠ He really made sure to let you know how much he appreciates you before the fight, even though he’s not really the type to talk about his feelings. The affection you feel towards him moved him though, so he decided to let his pride aside for once.

[blue-babygirl]

Would you, possibly, be willing to do Emily comforting a lesbian BAU!reader who’s just been dumped by their gf? 👀 I just think she would be so sweet about it but also so real

A/N: Okay so I'm pretty sure I went off the rails from what the anon actually asked for and just fucked it up but um.... I'll just post it now.

Status Update

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x BAU!Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff/Sweet (I think?)

Description: Break ups can suck. But you have your best friend (and hopefully future girlfriend) to help you out and spend the evening with you.

Warnings: The reader doesn’t seem all that affected by the break up tbh? I don’t think there is anything I need to add here.

You knew that you needed to figure out a way to apologize to your girlfriend. So that’s what you did on the jet back home. By the time the jet landed, you had a plan in motion. You made a reservation at a restaurant she was talking about and ordered her favorite flowers and some chocolates. The only hitch in your plan was that you couldn’t get ahold of your girlfriend.

Well, ex-girlfriend after the call you get.

“Hey Gar-”

“OMG Y/N! Why didn’t you say anything? When did this happen? You just have to say a word and I will be at your place with ice cream and alcohol and movies!”

“Woah woah woah! What’s this about?” Emily turned to you from the passenger seat as you gave her and your phone a strange look.

“Emily! Good thing you guys are together! And Y/N didn’t tell you? She and Clarise broke up!”

“What?!?” You and Emily exclaimed at the same time.

“What? She updated her relationship status on Facebook… OMG she did it without telling you…” You could quite literally hear the grimace on Penny’s face across the phone.

“No… I- I’ve been trying to get ahold of her since the case ended but it keeps going to voicemail…”

“Oh Y/N… I am so sorry. You know we are here for you, right?” Emily gave you a soft smile as you took a deep breath to try and think clearly.

“Yes! And um… not sure if you want to know but she blocked you… that’s why it kept going to voicemail…” Penelope spoke up, making you shake your head. “Thanks Penny. I’ll see you at the office.”

“Okay. I love you, be safe lovies.” You sat back with a sigh, not sure if it was disbelief, sadness or relief that you felt. You couldn’t believe that this was how Clarise was breaking up with you but at the same time, it was also how she and her friends let people know that they didn’t like them or were mad at them. You felt sad that this is how things were ending after being with her and there for her for the last almost two years. And however bad it might be, you also felt somewhat relieved after how much she had been trying to make you choose between your job and her even though you had made it clear what your job was like and how much you loved it before you even got together.

“You know we are here for you right?” You glanced at Emily, catching her eye. You sigh, contemplating if you should speak out your thoughts.

“I know… Honestly, I don’t really know how to feel. We were together for two years and instead of giving me the courtesy of telling me herself, she just blocked me and changed her status, which honestly hurts. But at the same time, she has been pretty insistent about me choosing her over my job over the past couple months, so this is somewhat of a relief too because I don’t want to choose.”

“I feel you. Most of us seem to have the same issue.” Emily chuckled, but you could feel the bitterness of it. You groan when you remember that you need to cancel your reservations and the orders, knowing that you won’t get your money back.

“I’m gonna have to cancel my reservations and stuff and I’m not even going to get my money back. This sucks.” You take out your phone just as Emily speaks up.

“Well… you can still go? I mean, by yourself or we can go as a group if you want?” “You know what?” You speak up after a moment of silence. “I don’t want to go alone, and the reservation is only for two people. How do you feel about going with me?”

“Like a date?” Emily exclaims and you can hear the surprise in her voice.

“Well… not exactly… but we can do that after I move on from everything with Clarise?” You bite your lip as you shoot your shot.

“Well… a-are you sure?”

You shoot Emily a soft smile as she glances at you, “A 100% sure.”

“I would love that…” You can see Emily blushing under the streetlight as she parks outside your apartment building.

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up in an hour?” You smile at her as she nods, grinning at the blush covering her cheeks. “Emily Prentiss blushing? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Oh hush! If anybody ever hears about this…” Emily threatens. “No one is going to hear. Your secret’s safe with me Em. Now, I’m gonna go get ready and by the time I get to your place, you better be dressed up Agent Prentiss.” You grin as you tease her, getting your bags and leaving the car.

One hour later, you are standing outside Emily’s apartment building with flowers and a box of chocolate, waiting for Emily to get down. You grin when you see her coming out in a beautiful red dress that doesn’t even compare to the beauty wearing it.

Emily smiles at you as you exchange greetings, blushing when you give her the flowers and chocolate.

“These aren’t the ones you ordered on the jet.” Emily says as she gets into the car.

“No, they are in the trash. I was not about to give you the flowers I bought for Clarise, Em. You deserve a lot better.” You start the car, giving her one last smile before starting to drive.

The rest of the evening is a blur of conversation, laughter and memories being made. You both enjoy a selection of high-quality food followed by an ice cream stop before driving to drop her off at her apartment.

As the night comes to an end, you are sure of two things. One, the two of you won’t be dating until after at least 3 months because according to Emily ‘that is the required amount of time to get someone out of your system’. Two, you are willing to wait an eternity if it means that you can date Emily at the end.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I’m glad your back! Can I request Part 11 of the Davy Back Fight? (You can take your time with this and not gonna lie, I thought this arc was Filler until I looked it up 😅)

After escaping from some Sea Monkeys (Reader thought they were cute) they find an island where everything is super long! Meeting the Old Hermit Tonjit and Shelly the Horse (Reader is sparkly eyed by Shelly and feeds her long apples) but end up battling the Foxy Pirates in a Davy Back Fight to get Shelly back

They lost Reader to the Foxy Pirates (The Foxy Pirates know her bounty) but they only want her because she’s adorable, as they’re gushing and coddling her for how cute she is (She’s confused, because even though they’re the enemy, they don’t remind her of ‘That Man’)

Regardless Reader wants to be with the Straw Hats, as she shyly says “I want to be with my Big Brothers, Big Sister Nami and Robin, they’re very special to me, like…like my treasure”, which makes the Foxy Pirates and Straw Hats bawl from how sweet that was (Zoro and Robin are clutching their chests)

The Straw Hats promise Reader that they’ll get her back, so she’s just watching the battles, trying the food and playing a few games (She wasn’t upset when Luffy choose Shelly, Nami and Usopp were beating him black and blue rather she was happy since she was worried about Shelly, and gently says “Of course I’m not upset, this was to get Shelly back, and I know my big brother will save me, he’s like a Superhero, a Cool Pirate Superhero!” Which made Luffy bawl, calling Reader ‘Awesome’) though she was confused about Luffy wearing something called an ‘Afro’ (Thinking it’s a giant puff ball) as she was with Robin and Chopper timidly cheering him on (And was happy when Luffy won)

- Reader didn’t call Robin her sister because she doesn’t feel that’s what Robin is to her (She doesn’t realize that the reason why Robin doesn’t feel like a sister is because she’s a Mother Figure instead *Mama Robin*) I just wanted to add that little tidbit of information (For some future drama)

Phew! Sorry if this was a lot! Some of these Arcs are long or have a lot of information! (A lot of them are longer after the Time Skip though, with a few exceptions *Thriller Bark, Water Seven which continued into 2-3 consecutive arcs and Marineford*) You can also shorten/abridged this arc if you want to as well, since this was a lot of stuff (I wouldn’t blame you)

I’m going to be completely honest- but Foxy is one of the few characters in One Piece that I absolutely can’t stand- not sure why but he pisses me off for some reason. This isn't going to be exactly what you requested for this one, but I hope you enjoy it!

-After leaving the G8 base, the decision was made to head to find someone who could not only fix the ship, but find a shipwright as well for the crew.

-You tugged on Ussop’s pants, “What’s a shipwright?” he kneeled down next to you, putting a hand on your head with a grin, “A shipwright is someone who builds and repairs ships. We’re looking for someone to fix Merry and then travel with us in case if the ship gets damaged again so they can fix it.”

-You nodded, beaming before Robin picked you up, holding you up on her hip, “Time for a nap Y/N.” you nodded softly, “Will you read to me?” Robin smiled softly, adoring your question as she loved to read to you as Zoro called out that there was an island coming up.

-You wanted to stay up because you wanted to see the new island but Robin smiled after she sat you on your bed, “I’ll wake you up if there’s anything interesting to see.” You nodded, agreeing before crawling up to your pillow to lay down and beamed up at Robin who grabbed one of her books.

-You were out within minutes, sleeping quietly as she walked back out to rejoin the rest of the crew as the ship approached this strange island, Long Ring Long Land.

-Robin didn’t wake you back up after the crew was bullied into a Davy Back Challenge by Foxy the Silver Fox and the Foxy Pirates, and they had all silently agreed to try to keep your existence a secret, just in case if Foxy tried to take you.

-You woke up after a loud crashing sound, sitting up with a small whine, rubbing at your eyes as you looked around, wondering what was going on.

-You wandered out, standing on your tip toes to see Usopp putting an afro wig on top of Luffy’s head which made question marks fly around your head as you headed to the gangplank, walking down.

-Porsche saw you and her eyes turned into hearts, “You’re so cute!!” she hugged you close after running over and you were struggling to get free, not knowing her as you began to panic as she shouted at Foxy to win so she could cuddle you and Chopper more.

-You managed to get out and run to hide behind Chopper, peeking out which made her squeal on how shy you were before Robin stepped in front of the two of you, protecting you both which made Porsche glare fiercely, seeing her as a rival for your affections.

-You and Chopper both hugged Robin’s legs who wasn’t bothered as you questioned what was going on as you watched Luffy and Foxy fighting one another.

-Robin explained that the Foxy Pirates challenged the Straw Hats to a Davy Back Challenge, where members of each crew competed against each other, and whatever team won could take a member from the losing crew for their own.

-You were horrified, hugging Chopper, tears welling in your eyes after you learned that he had been lost to the Foxy Pirates, but won back by Zoro and Sanji, and now it was the final battle, with the winning captain taking whatever they wanted, and Foxy wanted the Straw Hat crew as his own.

-You cheered for Luffy as he won, taking Foxy’s flag as payment, painting a new one and you even got to help, putting some glitter on it to make it pretty, something Porsche thanked you for before asking if you wanted to join the Foxy Pirates.

-You were polite in answering her, shaking your head, “I want to stay with my big brothers, my big sister Nami, and Mama Robin.” She pouted, wanting Foxy to issue another Davy Back Challenge, but they just took their new flag and ran off, swearing revenge while you waved bye-bye to them with Sanji. Robin couldn't help but smile, hearing your words, calling her Mama, but it felt nice that you thought of her in that way.

-Luffy beamed, holding onto your hand as he grinned, “I’m going to introduce you to my new friends, one is a really tall horse named Shelley, and the other is a weird old guy called Tonjit."

-Outside the front of the house, there was a very tall man sleeping, who was awoken by your approaching crew, you didn’t know this man but you froze, scared as you saw Robin fall to her rear in fear, introducing this man as Admiral Aokiji, one of the three admirals in the marines at the moment.

-Aokiji yawned loudly, surprising everyone, before he spoke, “I ain’t here to fight with you. I just wanted to see where Nico Robin wound up after Alabasta.” He looked down at you as you were hiding behind Luffy and he smiled, “Aww- you’re a cutie! Want a candy?” he held out a lollipop for you, which surprised you, but you took it after he kneeled down, ruffling your hair gently.

-You were in awe, your eyes sparkling as Aokiji used his ice Devil Fruit to make a path for Tonjit and Shelly to reunite with his tribe and you waved goodbye to them.

-Despite appearing friendly early, Aokiji instantly turns and spoke, deeming the crew as a threat, especially Robin, who can read something called a Poneglyph and that every time Robin joins an organization, she’s always the last survivor.

-Aokiji then looked at you, like he was going to say something before Robin attacked him and he easily blocked her attack with a blade made from frozen grass, going to attack her before Zoro and Sanji blocked the blow before getting thrown back, Sanji’s leg being covered in ice and the same with Zoro’s arm.

-Luffy tried to rush at him, throwing a punch before getting his fist frozen which made you fall to your rear in fear before Robin tried again, only for him to freeze her whole body, making your mouth fall open in fear as you screamed out her name.

-When Aokiji tried to break the frozen Robin, Luffy stopped him before Usopp grabbed her and Nami grabbed you and Chopper and fled back to the ship.

-You cried loudly once on the ship, clutching at Robin as you had used your quirk to unfreeze her, worrying all of them as Robin held you close, worrying for Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp who had gone back.

-When you saw your big brother frozen just like Robin you felt like you couldn’t breathe before unfreezing him as well, using your reversal quirk. You only had a minor fever afterwards, nothing too worrisome, but you couldn’t stop crying, even after you gave yourself the hiccups, being held by Luffy who was glaring hard.

-They had all had a harsh reality check on the power of others in this world, realizing they needed to get some strong crew mates if you all were going to survive in this unforgiving world. They had to get stronger so they could protect you, something Robin mentioned after you cried yourself to sleep, “We were lucky that he didn’t take Y/N- if he wanted to, he could have.”

-Elsewhere, riding a bicycle over the ocean on a thin strip of ice, Aokiji sneezed suddenly, “Oh~ I wonder who’s talking about me? I wonder if I forgot something~ hmmm- must have not been important.” Before continuing on his journey.

[springnote]

anasui breeding his female partner (you may add that he would make his partner pregnant) pls

oooh I think I went a bit insane with this one dkskwjwjajs I hope you like it!

Narciso Anasui x fem!reader smut

warnings: nsfw minors dni, breeding kink, piv sex, pregnancy mentions

You had been with Anasui for quite some time when you decided to bring up a certain topic, and only after you had an idea he’d like it. It wasn’t just because you thought it would be a kink he’d enjoy, but you saw the way he’d glance at families you’d see at restaurants or how you’d talk to wandering little kids at the park as you’d lead them back to their parents. He had even mentioned little things before like how cute he thought baby shoes were or that he loved seeing you with kids.

It felt natural when you finally asked “Anasui…would you like to have a baby?”

The look in his eyes, soft but also hungry as he carried you bridal style to the bedroom, sealed the deal.

You lay on your back as he thrust into you desperately, your legs over his shoulders and his forehead leaning against yours. He’d given you a resounding verbal “yes” to your question moments before undressing you both.

“You’re gonna be a beautiful mother,” he purred in between kisses. “I’m breed you til I’m certain you’ll get pregnant. I need to see you full of our child.”

You could only whine as he leaned down to nip and suck at your tits, his cock twitching as he added. “I’m gonna love seeing these tits swell up too, I’ll massage them every day if you like.”

“Anasui!” You moaned when he came in you suddenly, his hips stuttering against your own.

He stayed there for a minute, trying to catch his breath as he continued talking, insisting he’d get you anything you craved and would decorate the nursery too.

“You’re gonna be a good dad,” you smiled softly at him, petting his hair. “Do you wanna try again tonight? I think the sooner we try again the better.”

One look from his darkened eyes and a pillow propped under your ass told you all you needed to know about how your night was going to go.

Early the next morning, you woke up pleasantly sore against his chest. You both looked thoroughly debauched, covered in each other’s lipstick and hickies, Anasui looking only slightly less exhausted than you. He had promised to give you a warm bath and massage in the morning, and he hopped to it when he saw you were awake, while your eyes going to his phone he’d left on next to you.

You couldn’t help but smile when you saw his browser tabs on “cute baby names”, “maternity care”, and amusingly “is pink hair genetic?”. He had clearly been putting a lot of thought into all of this, and the idea of him with your own future baby made your heart soar. You then felt heat creeping up your neck when you saw the last tab, on an article about “best sex positions for getting pregnant”, just when he stepped back in the room.

“Did you think we were done?” He teased, his eyes heavy lidded once more. “I told you, I’m going to breed you and stuff you full of my cum til I’m sure you’ll be pregnant.”

[mack-devereaux]

Hey Princess

✨Extended version✨

I loved this one so much I thought I should rewrite it and add some stuff. I hope you enjoy this one as much as the original 🥰 picture is from Pinterest.

Jack Hughes x Y/N

Sweet little 5 year old Y/N was sitting on the bleachers as her mom was helping her with her skates, playing with her little skirt and chewing on her lip.

“Sweetie you need to quit chewing on your lip. Are you ok?” Her mother asked her.

“Momma what if I don’t make any friends” y/n asked with a shaky voice and tears starting to form.

“Oh honey, you’ll make friends, I promise. I bet you’ll even make one today” her mother smiled as she stood up. “Y/n do you want me to go on the ice with you?” The little girl stood up and walked towards the ice very carefully on her skate guards.

“No I think I’ll be ok, but don’t leave” y/n said as she tried to remove her skate guards. She stepped onto the ice and skated away to where the class was being held. Y/n was already so steady and so confident on the ice for her age. Her mother and father knew this would be big part of their little girls future.

~~~

Little 6 year old Jack Hughes was trudging through the doors of the local hockey arena for practice. His mom and two brothers right ahead of him. As they got to the bleachers to set their bags down they prepared to go onto the ice until they noticed a few little girls twirling and skating around.

Jacks face scrunched up “mom what are they doing? This is a hockey rink.”

Ellen grinned as her three boys looked on. “Those are figure skaters, you guys play hockey on the ice, well they dance on the ice.” Jack watched as the little dancers finished up their practice, he looked at one of the girls wearing a pink skirt with grey leg warmers, her blonde curls flowing as she skated across the ice with little effort.

“Mom she looks like a princess” Jack said pointing at the blonde.

“I suppose they could be princesses” Ellen smiled at her middle boy.

“They need to hurry and get off the ice” Quinn huffed not impressed by the girls taking up time on the ice.

Y/ns mother looked on at the woman who’s three boys were getting their hockey gear on. Giggling at the reactions from what looked like to be the two oldest. “You have your hands full with those boys I assume” y/ns mother said to Ellen. “Always, there’s never a dull moment that’s for sure” Ellen laughed. The two women made some more small talk. “Which one is yours?” Ellen asked. “Oh it’s the little blonde with the pink skirt on, she never takes it off I swear” the girls mother spoke. She stood up as the girls were headed off the ice.

*14 years later*

Y/n had the rink for practice for 2 hours. Her parents rented it out for her to practice for her competition coming up. Her phone was playing music over the speaker, pausing for a moment letting her know she had a text coming through.

From Rowdy:

Hey princess, you at the rink?

To Rowdy:

Hey J, yes I’m at the rink. I should be done about 6:30.

From Rowdy:

See you soon :)

Of course he was coming now. She didn’t think she’d get to see him today. They had made plans for tomorrow, which is why her hair was a mess and she hadn’t really put much effort into her appearance. Nonetheless butterflies erupted in her stomach as she went to finish her routines, excited and nervous all over to see the boy she has been in love with since she was five.

Quinn, Jack and Luke all headed towards the local ice rink to get some quality brother bonding time in. They heard music playing as they walked in and Quinn and Luke both stopped immediately and turned to Jack, they recognized the upbeat music and knew immediately that Jack had planned this so he could see y/n.

“Really? You made us come early so you could see the end of Y/Ns practice?” Quinn chirped at his younger brother. Luke giggling at Jacks flushed face.

“Shut up, I haven’t seen her since I got to town” Jack grumbled dropping his bag on the floor.

The boys all walked over to the bleachers and started to lace their skates up and Jack walked up to the edge of the rink to watch Y/N. His mood instantly getting better as he saw her. Her pink skirt had been traded in for black leggings and a black long sleeve t shirt, her blonde curls even more unruly as she got older. Though she still looked as stunning as ever. He smiled at the memory of them meeting in this very rink. He watched as she glided and danced with very little effort, she had a natural talent for figure skating. It had been her passion much like hockey had been his. After a few minutes had passed he returned to the bleachers to put his skates on and wait for Y/n to finish up her practice.

*14 years earlier*

Little Jack waited impatiently as the little figure skating class was ending. As the little blonde girl stepped off the ice looking for her mom he startled her by saying “hi I’m jack!” She looked at him with big grey eyes almost looking terrified by the hockey players taking over the bleachers. A woman stepped towards her with skate guards and he assumed that was her mother.

“Honey tell him your name” her mom said.

“I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you” she barely whispered.

“You looked like a princess out there” Jack said again as the little blonde started to hid behind her moms legs. He could see her smiling as she whispered “thank you Jack.”

“Sorry, Jack is my intrusive one” Ellen said as she approached the scared little girl and her mother.

“No worries at all, y/n here is just shy” her mother said back. Ellen and your mother quickly falling into polite conversation once again as her boys shuffled onto the ice. Y/n keeping an eye on the boy.

“Here’s my number, if you need anything at all please reach out, maybe we can set up a play date for Jack and y/n sometime” Ellen spoke to y/ns mother. “Yes, of course. I’m sure y/n would love that, with us being new to town she was nervous about making friends” Y/ns mother said.

*present*

Y/n saw the boys walk in, she was excited to see Jack, she hadn’t seen him in a few months. Even though they texted and FaceTimed, it still wasn’t the same as in person. As her routine ended she admired Jack. His smile was breathtaking.

“Hey guys” y/n said as she headed towards the Hughes boys, “sorry I have one more routine then I’m done for the night.”

Jack smiled at her “no worries princess, we have the rink for the rest of the night so take your time” he added with a wink at the end. Y/n blushed at the nickname and skated off, knees going weak at the sound of jacks voice. To most the nickname sounded ridiculous but to y/n it gave her butterflies as she remembered that’s what he called her the first time they met. He kept up with the same nickname their entire friendship, or situationship.

“Princess? Really? Dude you gotta be kidding me. You are so down bad for her it’s embarrassing.” Luke said rolling his eyes. Quinn and Luke both laughing and poking fun at Jack while she finished with her last routine of the night.

As y/n stepped off the ice and slipped her skate guards on she started walking towards the Hughes boys. Quinn and Luke weren’t oblivious or blind. Y/n was stunning but it was obvious she only had eyes for Jack. “The ice is yours guys, sorry i didn’t realize it would go late” y/n muttered.

“No worries. You staying to skate with us?” Luke asked. Jack stared at her hoping she would say yes, granted she’s never turned down a skating session with them before.

“Yea I can stay for a bit” she spoke quietly messing with her hair. And a huge grin taking over jacks face as he walked over to hug her. He buried his face into her neck “I missed you so fucking much princess.” Swoon. Her arms tightened around him “I missed you too J.”

Quinn walked past them and messed y/ns hair up, she swatted at him. Luke following him and giving her a side hug. Both got on the ice and started racing each other, knowing jack and y/n were gonna be a few minutes. “You look beautiful” he said staring at her. She rolled her eyes and looked at the ground, Jack grabbed her chin and made her look up at him. Eyes flickering to each other’s lips, and In that moment everyone and everything disappeared. Until Luke shot a puck in their direction “hey! No making out at the rink!” Luke teased. Jack huffed and shot onto the ice and chased his brother down. Y/n took that moment to let out a deep breath and collect herself before she stepped on the ice and skated towards Quinn who just smiled at her and said “you have no idea how happy he was to see you. We all missed you little one.” She loved that the Hughes family was so sweet to her, they all accepted her with open arms and treated her like family.

The three boys were skating and roughhousing with each other for the next few hours while y/n mindlessly twirled around stealing glances at Jack. Every now and then she would interact with the mini hockey game they had going. The boys had a tendency to play rough with each other but whenever y/n got too close they toned it down.

*12 years earlier*

“Who thought it was a good idea to have hockey practice at the same time as figure skating class” Ellen chuckles.

“I have no idea but I bet it was a man who came up with the schedule” y/ns mom said shaking her head. Jack and Quinn had been shooting pucks at the figure skaters the whole practice. Y/n came to a halt and crossed her arms glaring at Quinn. “Quinny stop!” She shouted at the boy. Jack halted, she had never yelled at them before. “You too Jack, I don’t like that.” Jack started pouting, Quinn started laughing. The coaches finally got involved and separated everyone. At the end of practice y/n stormed off the ice and threw her guards on. Jack chasing after her, “princess no, please wait. I’m sorry.” Y/n turned around and pointed her finger in Jacks face “no you’re not. You ruined my practice” the little girl said. “Ok honey I think it’s time for you and Jack to take a break from each other” the girls mom said. Her and Ellen sharing a look trying not to laugh at the dramatics of the two children. Y/n put her jacket on and stomped out of the ice rink arena. Her mother grabbing her bags and telling Ellen she’ll call her later. Jack sat down on the bleachers pouting some more “I didn’t like that” he muttered. “Well honey you shouldn’t shoot pucks at the figure skaters, that wasn’t very nice of you and Quinn to do to y/n” Ellen spoke to her boys, Quinn not really caring, but Jack was clearly upset that y/n was mad at him.

*present*

When the boys got back from the rink they noticed Trevor’s car in the driveway. “Looks like they got here a day early” Luke said. Quinn let out a deep breath, not ready to deal with Trevor’s antics. The boys went out back to set up the fire pit. “So Jacky boy” Cole smiled “where’s your girlfriend”. Jack was sending a text to y/n, “she had to run home to change, I just invited her over” Jack said as he put his phone down. Trevor grinning like an idiot “so when’s the wedding?” Jack rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. Picking his phone back up to see if she had responded. They boys quickly falling into conversations about summer plans and hockey.

Y/n was walking down to the kitchen of her parents house, which ever so convenient for Jack, was about two miles from the lake house. She had just gotten out of the shower and changed. She just put on comfy clothes because she knew it was going to be a chill night at the lake house. Her phone buzzed.

From Rowdy:

Hey Princess, we are starting up the fire pit.

Wanna come over tonight or stick with tomorrow?

Completely up to you.

To Rowdy:

Sure :) I’ll head over in a bit.

From Rowdy:

Trev and Cole just got here too.

To Rowdy:

Oh good, two more idiots to annoy me today ;)

She smiled down at her phone. Her mom walking into the kitchen seeing her daughter grinning at her phone “y/n are you ever gonna tell that boy how you feel. You two have been pining after each other since the moment you met.”

“Moooommmm” y/n groaned.

“Yyyy/nnnnnn” your mom mimicked.

“He invited me over to the lake house, they started up the fire pit, so I’ll be back late.”

“Honey you are 20 years old you do not have to keep me updated on your schedule constantly” her mom said “but I do want to know if you kiss him.”

“And on that note I am leaving” y/n rolled her eyes playfully and grabbed her keys.

Y/n pulled up to the Hughes lake house and shut her car off, she sat in her car for a few minutes looking in the mirror making sure she looked ok. She left her blonde hair in its natural messy curls and smoothed out her black leggings. She walked around the back of the house seeing the fire already going. As she approached she could see Quinn and Jack throwing marshmallows at each other and hearing Trevors contagious laughter she grinned.

“Quit wasting the marshmallows you jerks!” Luke yelled at his older brothers.

As she got closer Quinn spotted y/n and threw a marshmallow at her, catching it she stuck her tongue out at the eldest Hughes brother while simultaneously throwing the marshmallow at Luke. Jack noticing her presence he walked up to her and brought her in for a hug. His cologne sent y/n into a euphoric state, she buried her face into his chest and he whispered “hey princess, I’m glad you came”.

“Only because of you” she whispered back. The sweet nothings constantly uttered between the two over the years was nothing new.

“Get a room already” Trevor shouted at his friend. Jack flipped him off and threw more marshmallows at him as y/n walked towards the seat that Jack previously occupied, laughing at the chaotic marshmallow war going on.

*2 years earlier*

Y/ns mind went blank, New Jersey had just selected Jack as the number one pick for the draft. He was going to Jersey. She knew this was coming, she knew he was leaving. Feeling like a terrible friend at the moment she plastered on a fake smile as he came to hug her, “congratulations J, you did it.”

“Thanks for coming Princess, I’ll talk to you later” Jack said. His smile was huge, she felt horrible for having a sense of dread coming over her. She had so many questions running through her head. Where would they end up with their friendship? Were they friends? Were they more? She knew she wanted more, but did he? All of this coming at her at once she didn’t realize she was crying. Quinn coming over to hug her “hey, it’s ok. It’s gonna all be ok little one.”

“Is it? I know I should be happy for him but why am I sad Quinny” y/n said to the eldest Hughes.

“You and Jack have a relationship I’ve never quite seen before, you guys have a love for each other that is very rare. I’m fully convinced that you two will make it through anything” Quinn said as he wrapped his arm around her chair. They both looked down as Jack put the Devils Jersey on and smiled for pictures.

“Thank you Quinn.”

*present*

After going through a whole new bag of marshmallows, no thanks to Trevor getting into them, Jack came to sit down where y/n was curled up.

“How’s Jersey treating you” y/n looked up at jack.

Jack stared into those beautiful grey eyes “it’s been good, wish you were there with me though”. Y/n smiled as she cuddled further into Jacks side, if that was at all possible. The rest of the group watching them closely as they all were involved in their own conversations amongst each other.

“Really?” she whispered.

“Yea. Of course I want you there. I’ve always wanted you there” he said. They looked up at the rest of the boys as they heard Trevor and Luke making gagging noises at the couple cuddled up.

“IvE aLwAyS wAnTeD yOu ThErE” Luke mocked “just get together already, I’m sick of seeing you two all secretive, and I’m sick of him moping around when you’re gone.”

“You guys aren’t subtle at all with whatever this is” Quinn said motioning to your cuddling. Y/ns face was so red she was surprised the boys didn’t see it over the light from the fire, so she buried her face into jacks chest. Jack chewing on his lip as he tried to contain his smile. Rolling his eyes at his brothers making fun of them. Turning his attention back to his dream girl he whispered “since you’re done with school finally, and you’ll be done with competition soon maybe you could go with me when I go back to Jersey this time”.

“I’d like that J”.

This was gonna be a good summer, he could feel it.