#SHE ONLY SWORE WHEN SHE WAS RLLY MAD!!

[lustytears]

Be Quiet

no plot. just fucking tom marvolo riddle like there’s no tomorrow

afab!reader x tom riddle

2.2k words

warnings: SMUT. tongue play, blood kink, biting, spit kink, female receiving, p in v, wrap it b4 u tap it, public sex (in a school), hair pulling, unspecified house reader, shit i can’t think of bc i didn’t rlly proof read it, but it’s for you guys.

haven’t wrote anything in a hot minute so forgive me. first time seriously posting on tumblr. this was actually supposed to be a draco malfoy smut but i just switched it around mid-way when i was thinking of my best friend, who’s completely obsessed with this diary horcrux of voldemort just like me.

i will try and post a master list or something, give me time please.

You sat in your desk, pissed at how you were in this situation in the first place. It all happened because of Tom Riddle, who started arguing with you in the middle of potions—which you inevitably swore at him. Both of you were sent to detention to not only calm the both of yourselves, but for the disrespect and dishonor brought to Hogwarts. You were a good student, if anything a well-respected one at the most. It made you feel embarrassed knowing that you were “disorderly” but you couldn’t help but bite your tongue and put your foot down when it came to Tom Riddle. His smart remarks, his quiet demeanor, his attitude; all of it made me you want to pull at him, perhaps make him realize that he’s nothing to you.

He sat at his desk, both of your desks close between the both of you. “Would you stop?” He bore his eyes into you like daggers. His voice full of personal annoyance.

You placed your pen down, huffing. “How about you shut the fuck up, Riddle? It’s the only damn thing you’re good for anyways,” you crossed your legs, irritation came with your tone. You felt mad—perhaps upset at the fact that you were in this situation with him in the first place. He’s so fucking-

“I promise you,” he said with assurance. “I’m gonna make you regret everything you think. Every nasty glance, every remark.” Tom said, and the feeling of anger filled your head.

“Like I give a shit?” You held yourself back from laughing. “You’re actually so intolerable to be around that it makes me mad,” you hissed. “Fucking dog.” You fixed your black stalkings, the feeling of them rolling up at your thighs bothered you.

Who the fuck was she? With THAT tone? I don’t think so.

“You’re nothing to anyone, Y/N. You’re annoying, deranged, pissy, and disrespectful,” he leaned closer into your side, rubbing it into your face.

“And you’re obsessed,” you shot back at him. Your chest was stiff, but you inhaled. Your fists balled up, your face red.

“Half-bloods like you make me sick. You can’t ever give up, can you?” He smirked. “You love the attention. Fuck, it wouldn’t surprise me if you loved this. It’s your only way to get off, frantically throwing pointless insults at me?” He got up, walked to your desk. “I know you’re aroused. Aroused by the attention of a man noticing you for merely one second.”

“Oh, you fucking stupid b-“ He noticed you playing with your skirt. He pointed to it.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” his eyebrows raised with confidence. “You adore this moment.”

You launched forward, getting up from your seat where you previously sat. The desk was discarded and moved as you pushed it away when you got up. You backed him up into the nearest wall, your hands gripped his throat. Chokes and whines of disbelief came out of his mouth as you strained your hands on him. His eyes were half-closed, expecting some sort of offensive reaction to come from you.

“I fucking hate you. I hate your stupid, little arrogant, no good influence— I want to kill you, Riddle-“

He gasped, not expecting this sort of reaction to come from you. The last thing he’d expect is for you to actually come after him. “Y/N…”

Your hands were still, but the grasp was firm. His warm neck and erratically beating pulse made your hands shiver. You longed for this moment for years, but you let go. Apologies followed after your hands dropped to your sides. His brown eyes dropped to the floor, his mouth silent as the glooming atmosphere filled the both of you up.

“I-I’m sorry, Tom… I didn’t mean that,” your hands came to both sides of his cheeks. One hand drooped to his neck, caressing the spot where you held onto him for too long. His hand came up to his cheek, holding onto your wrist for a moment.

“What for?” The words shocked you. You didn’t expect Tom Riddle to be so… forgiving? He pulled you closer to him, lingering into your eyes for one moment too long. He dangerously held your hips, and by dangerously, his grasp was way too tight for you. As a result, the muscles in his hands flexed. You took notice of this, tilting your head back up to him, but this time, his lips were what you were looking at.

“You know, I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you paused for a moment. “I’m sorry I took it too far. I-I should’ve realized you were uncomfortable.” His eyes stuck to you, watching your every slight breath as you hyperventilated, your chest quickly raising up and down. “I’m realizing how terribly I’ve treated y-“

His lips met yours. Starved. He switched spots with you, quickly turning you around too fast for you to notice. He backed you up into the wall, pushing you up against him and you only. Your eyes shot open for a second, bewildered and feeling like you were on a high you’ve never expected. His delicate touch made your eyes close with satisfaction. You knew this is what you wanted. After all, he could’ve chosen anyone—you were special.

Every movement, you felt your tongue desperately fighting with his. He picked you up, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist. He sat you down on the desk, his lips moving down to your neck. Your shaky breaths made him chuckle. “How needy?” He asked, rhetorically.

He leaned to your stomach, this time, moving closer down to your pelvic area. You pulled at him., tugging his hair. “What if somebody comes in?” “Nobody’s coming in,” he whispered a quick locking spell, and you heard the doorknob jiggle and lock.

“Be quiet for me, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t despise you so much.” You nodded, allowing him to move closer and closer to your skirt. He pulled up your skirt, noting the dark-colored underwear that was now prized in front of him. He ripped your stalkings with his hands, tearing the nylon off as it hung around your thighs. He pulled your underwear aside, his index finger moving it to the opposite side of your leg. You breathed heavily, waiting for him to touch you. He stared at you, like you were a possession he gladly owned. His calloused fingers took a swipe of your pussy, carefully analyzing how your arousal felt on his fingers and stuck to them when he parted his index and middle finger.

“I’d bet galleons this is how you constantly felt around me, isn’t it?” You stared blankly, feeling like you were lost in your own thoughts. He touched your clit, quickly making your thighs shiver and jerk. You looked down at him, where his eyes met yours. You felt special. He made quick moves with your clit, rubbing it with his thumb as he saw how your eyes squeezed shut. He played with you, teasing as his other fingers played with your entrance, dipping in and out. He plunged both fingers in, desperately finding your g-spot as he pulled them back and forth between your entrance.

“Y-yeah, this—this is how I’ve thought of you. Fuck!” You exclaimed. He smirked, going at you with a much faster pace. His fingers made quick work of you, showing how talented he was considering he was making you feel this good only with his fingers.

“I.. I think-“ You moaned, loudly. He stopped, pulling his fingers out of you and his thumb stopped rubbing your clit. You pouted, begging for attention.

“If you’re not going be quiet, I’d advise you to pull your panties right back and your skirt down, and to shut the fuck up,” he said, emotionless. You were confused.

“Okay, I’m sorry, Tom… Please, fuck me. Okay? I promise- I promise I’ll be very good for you. Only you,” you pleaded, begging for him to continue.

He entered his fingers right back in. He fucked you at a much faster pace, squelchy noises emitted from the friction he was making as he continued fucking you at a speed that wasn’t known well to you. It was like he knew your body. You covered your mouth, holding it tightly as your legs wrapped against him. He pulled his fingers out, leaning in as his tongue substituted his fingers. He rubbed your clit in circles with his tongue, lapping up all of your juices. His hands grasped your thighs tightly as your legs wrapped around his head. Your back arched, rubbing against him for release.

Without a warning, he asked, “Cum for me, darling.” His tongue moved at a faster pace, licking your entrance as it quickly entered in you, eating your pussy out.

“Oh my God…” You exhaled, releasing all over his face. It didn’t take him long to use his tongue to lick all of your pleasure up. You moaned as he overstimulated you, licking you clean. “So fucking perfect,” he praised you. His jaw flexed, his eyes filled with pleasure.

He got up, off of his knees. “What are you doing?” You asked him, watching him unbuckle his pants uniform, unzipping his pants. He took his boxer waistline, taking both of his pants and his boxers right off. His cock sprung to his chest. His tip leaked with pre-cum. You eyed his cock, imagining how his girth would feel violating your walls.

“What’s that? You want me to violate your walls with my cock?” He exclaimed, chucking as your eyes widened with both fear and euphoria.

“Spit in my hand. Now.” You obeyed, a wad of spit pooled the middle of his palm. He moved his hand to his cock, lubing his cock with your saliva. He smirked, watching your legs widen and your pussy glisten with the mix of his tongue residue and your arousal. He continued jerking his cock, placing a hand on your thigh, the other hand guiding his cock to your entrance. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down, noting how your legs tensed.

“Don’t be tense.… Let me pleasure you.”His hand touched your face carefully, moving down to your shirt. He fidgeted your buttons, unbuttoning your blouse and throwing it aside as he exposed your bra. Visioning how your tits would look, he quickly unbuttoned your bra, then moving your skirt and pulling it off. You helped him out, hopping off the table and doing the same by taking off his shirt, unbuttoning his uniform. You touched his tone body, admiring his chest.

Quickly, he turned you around, bending you over the desk. He leaned against you, lining his cock up to your entrance. He stuck his cock into you, causing your mouth to part an ‘o’. His movements became quick and aggressive, moving into you at a fast pace. You tried suppressing your moans, but he pulled your hair, yanking it back. It allowed him to continuously fuck your g-spot perfectly, making your grip on the desk turn your knuckles white. He pounded into you at an unforgivable pace, the sounds of skin contact made it unbearable—impossible, you noted. There was no way anybody couldn’t hear this.

“Fuck, you’re so.. so good,” you moaned, his hand tight, yanking your hair. Tears stained your cheeks from the combination pleasure of his cock ruining your walls and his hand pulling your hair towards him.

He violently snapped his hips into you. He took the opportunity to kiss your bare and exposed neck, biting down on your shoulder as he claimed you.

“Nobody’s going to fuck you the same. Nobody’s gonna love you the same. I’m going to be the one you think of when you dare touch yourself on those dark, dim nights alone. You’ll remember this moment like it’s the last thing you’ll ever think of. I am your permanent memoria.” He saw the dark mark on your neck, and he bit it again, piercing his teeth through your skin. You cried out, tears streaming down your face. Blood pooled, causing him to smile. He licked your shoulder like your blood was candy to him.

His hip movements became more unfocused, coming close to a sign that he was near to cumming right inside of you. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into you.

“I’m going to fucking- Cum-“ And like that, he released right inside of you. The hot liquid filled your inside as he pushed his cock to your cervix, painting your deepest points white with his cum.

You fell limp. He took notice of it, and took his now once erect cock out of you. He helped you get dressed, before noticing your stalkings were completely torn. He grabbed his wand, casting a spell that would fix your broken nylon stalkings. You thanked him with tired eyes, completely exhausted from pain and pleasure. He got dressed, fixing his belt as he kept an eye on you. He carefully unlocked the door, speeding over towards you to grab you, carrying your frail body into his arms. He kissed your forehead, walking through the empty halls to his Slytherin house, coldly staring at any suspecting and confused individuals who stared at the both of you with daggers, then to his room. He opened the door, placing you on the bed. He unraveled the cover, pulling it over you completely to keep you warm. Your eyes shut, head turned to the opposite side of him.

“Sleep well, beauty.”

[spaceagebachelormann]

HIHSISHSISJSBSNHIHEYHEY

may i please request ocean, misha, and jane/penny with an s/o that’s very short, like 5’0 and everyone assumes they’re rlly nice and they are… when they wanna be. just a very overall fiesty person in a tiny body :)

ocean, mischa and jane/penny with a short s/o!

✧ warnings: none

✧ additional info: erm this has been rotting in my inbox for months mb pookie 🙏 these might be shit but i’m on a rtc kick rn so trust in me!! also i kinda struggled with the angry but short part 😔 also ocean is kinda ooc

✧ m.list — nav.

ೃ༄ ocean o’connell rosenberg

ugh this is so real i’m 5’1 😒

ocean herself is also very short,, like 5’3-5’5

so she prob finds ur height rlly endearing cause she’s used to people being taller than her

would 100% baby u

probably says some shit like “awww ur so cute!” if u get annoyed cause she’s a little shit oblivious

would like seeing in like slightly bigger clothes cause a) she likes knowing ur comfy, even if she SUCKS at showing it, and b) she thinks it makes u look saur cute

and also she makes it abundantly clear she is the only mf who gets to bring up ur height and she’ll be passive aggressive to anyone else who does

and she’s the type to scold u if u get pissed at someone for making fun of ur height but she also doesn’t stop u

she’s secretly so proud but scolds u anyway

the scolding is worse if u swore at the person

ೃ༄ mischa bachinski

this BITCH is so mean to u abt ur height (lovingly ofc!)

purposely puts things on higher shelves so u have to ask him for help (he gets offended if u ask literally anyone else GOD FORBID ocean)

he def argues with u if u get annoyed but in like a teasing way

he thinks it’s endearing

gives u his clothes alot (obviously cause he likes seeing them on u)

so goddamn protective omg.

has encouraged you to yell at ppl for making fun of u

“HIT THEM!! HIT THEM!!” — mischa <3

fake cries and hugs u on the first day of december because santa needs his elves back

also says “don’t fall in a hole” when ur literally just walking

ೃ༄ penny lamb/jane doe

pennys like a mix of ocean and mischa

lovingly bullies u but also thinks ur so so cute

would love watching u yell at people and obviously encourages u

even joins if she feels like it

LOVES picking you up for no reason

jane though also thinks ur height is super cute but doesn’t know how to express it

she’s like immediately intrigued by u cause ur noticeably shorter than everyone else

she randomly comes up behind u and puts her arms around ur shoulders or js on ur arms or something

don’t get mad at her she gets confused cause she doesn’t know what she’s doing wrong :(

[ppnuggie]

can you do a haedcanon of a fem human just drinking SO MUCH COFFEE like cup after cup an she is litery shaking in her seat her entire body is like a maraca an she she swerves bar so can u do headcanons for this for first aid, perceptor, brainstorm, chromdome an cyclones just teacting to this madness

　　　　　　LOST LIGHT x fem reader

　　　　『　first aid ,, brainstorm ,, perceptor ,, chromedome ,, cyclonus ,, female reader 』

　　-> reader who drinks too much coffee and gets really hyper

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, magnus is forever suffering

　　— here you go !! :3 tysm for requesting !! tried to make it funny 🫡 hope you enjoy it <3 i loved writing this one but be warned as i dont drink coffee nor rlly know much for the side effects or smt from drinking it 😭😭 even though im literally working at dunkin rn and they only rlly got coffee

- first aid

| • he'd be worried at first with the amount of coffee you've consumed ,, having learned about humans and other things concerning them incase of an emergency

| • in this case ,, itd seem the knowledge he learned wasnt too helpful

| • bouncing all around the medbay and just hyper in general was quite a pain for first aid to deal with

| • but he didnt want to be too rude to you ,, and gently coaxed you into spending all that energy of yours running laps around the edge of the medlab where you wouldnt get too hurt

| • though when you finally wear it off ,, he'll be quick to scold you ,, holding his digit in front of your face and waving it side to side in a 'no no' motion before taking you to his habsuite and laying you down for a nap

- brainstorm

| • he honestly doesnt know better okay ? you could tell him anything and suddenly he wants to put it to the test

| • so when you said you could drink a bunch of cups of coffee and wouldnt bat an eye ,, he was immediately like bet and then that led to the current situation

| • perceptor is facepalming and immediately making brainstorm take blame for encouraging you to do this ,, because now theres a hyperactive human running around the lab

| • i mean you're practically flying around with how much coffee youve drank ,, hell you could probably beat blurr in a race

| • official you wouldnt say that out loud because lord knows some of his fans to be a bit crazy and would immediately be on your case saying "no you wouldn't !!" and maybe a few death threats involved as well

| • dont mention it in front of brainstorm either because hes already calling blurr to set you up for a race

| • hes no help ,, dont ever tell him your ideas or encourage his crazy ideas unless you wanna end up in magnus's office ,, having him scold you like a dad does to their child who drew on the walls and is trying not to laugh at the situation

- perceptor

| • thanks to brainstorm ,, you chugged too much coffee than your body ever really needed ,, and with perceptor as your not-so-official-but-official-in-his-mind-protector-slash-guardian-slash-alien-robot-boyfriend-slash-fun-killer he just sighs and takes you out the lab

| • he doesnt have the patience to deal with any acidic spills from you bouncing off the walls left and right

| • nor does he really need you getting hurt in any way shape or form

| • lets just say its an awkward trip to the medbay to see if ratchet has anything to help with your situation

| • and when he comes up empty handed ,, percy resorts to scolding you whilst the caffeine starts to wear off

| • it taught you better than to listen to brainstorm again because bro was yapping at 100 words per minute you swore he couldve talked faster than blurr at that point

| • bro was an absolute chatterbox just yapping and yapping that you fell asleep

| • never again would you do that ,, or think about doing that because the headache afterwards when you woke up was so not worth it

- chromedome

| • he also doesnt know any better ,, but he's definitely more responsible than brainstorm is

| • he'd know to at least keep a lot of caffeine or high sugar products out of your reach ,, just hiding it on your top shelves or above your cabinets like parents do with their kids' halloween candy

| • though when you accidentally made too much coffee ,, and didnt really feel like wasting it ,, you drank it all in one go ,, or well multiple big ass gulps

| • and then rewind walks in on the scene and sees how hyper you are and is honestly thinking youre sick with some make-a-person-crazy-illness-virus-disease-thing that he swears is somewhere in his database

| • and now chromedome has to play dad and parent you the whole time

| • bro probably put your ass on a leash ,, locking it in so the rope only goes so far and just stands there as you run around

| • this is what he gets ,, he thinks to himself ,, its the last time hes putting something so low in your reach again

| • at this point ,, hes just gonna store all your unhealthy and junk food away in a desk in his habsuite

| • he'll leave you fruit and vegetables but if you want coffee ever again youre gonna have to behave really good to get it

| • and its only a spoonful ,, as a little treat

- cyclonus

| • so you just trying to show and answer tailgates crazy ass questions that youre not even sure where he got them from

| • he probably got them from his ass at this point ,, asking if the coffee gives you super powers and you have to explain thats not true before he spreads lies around

| • and if that happened ,, you shivered at the thought of magnus banning your coffee aboard the lost light

| • that was pure trauma to even think about right there

| • anyways you made too much ,, and instead of storing it away or pouring it down the drain ,, tailgate dared you to drink it all

| • and well ,, momma aint raise no pussy but she did raise someone who makes bad decisions

| • because the moment you get your spurge of energy tailgate runs to cyclonus and tells him all about it

| • bros going on and on about how youve lost your mind and he thinks youre gonna die and cyclonus had like 600 heart attacks right then and there

| • he busts in like hes the damn swat team ,, door kicked down and pieces of it flying everywhere as you're running around like a wild banshee

| • he's looking for the demon and meanwhile youre out here acting like a damn demon ,, almost frothing at the mouth from how insane you are from the coffee

| • lets just say it makes magnus ban tailgate from ever daring you to do anything ,, bans you from having your coffee ,, and bans cyclonus for ever kicking down a door like that ever again because it was so unnecessary

[pumpkinsy0]

If you’re okay with it, headcanons about the Shepard’s house/each of their rooms? (The way it looks and all..) thank you in advance :D

OF COURSE IVE ACTUALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS FOR A WHILE

Tims room

•shit is SO bare i swear to u it is, just a bed, dresser, a window, a chair, maybe a hamper or trash can, some books, n thats rlly it

•theres not a poster or anything of the sort in sight, im so serious he doesnt decorate it he doesnt care

•a lil messy but rlly not allat bad you’ll live

•bit of a popcorn ceiling but he dont rlly care

•prolly got everyones birth certificate and social security number under his mattress

•only light source is his window, hes a fucking caveman

cant say much bout his room

Curlys room

•ABSOLUTE mess, a tornado came through that bitch i swear, NOTHING is in its supposed place and thats bc he says he already knows where everything is

•his vanity is wide open, theres clothes pokin out, pile of clothes on the floor

•beds like never made and even if it is, hastily made, his bed frame is wooden also pretty fucked up w scratches

•i could see him w some posters on his wall, maybe he stole em, but i could also see him not having em so pick ur poison, has magazines lade out on the floor near some trash he swore he would pick up later but never did

•im not gonna sit here n act like he dont got holes in his wall bc he punched em

•somehow theres a few crack in his ceiling NEVER knows how it popped up

•has a memory box under his bed

•perchance he will b like me and his room was supposed to be a big ass spice closet but they changed it up for it to b his own room, and HES he has a window but his room is a bit cramped for a bedroom but it works for him so he dont care

•uses a lamp as light source

Angela’s room

•THEE most put together i mean that nothing is outta place, unless shes mad, then shes throwing stuff

•bc of that exact reason theres lil dents and holes in her room whoops

•has stuffed animals from when she was a kid she cant seem to get rid of

•her room is the biggest bc tim knows being the only shepard girl has to b hell, so thats her own safe space

•her vanity has a good amount of stolen makeup and perfumes

•has some plants she takes care of to get her mind off stuff

•she hangs some things on her wall maybe love letters from others she has to boost her confidence, maybe its some pics, maybe posters, she has SOMETHING on her wall she hates how empty her walls look

•she has a lava lamp!! she has a ceiling light but almost never uses it, shes like tim and likes the dark, they all do tbh, but curly and angela like a lil light

not much to comment on their house, its furnished enough to look like a house but not rlly a home, theres maybe a cross on the wall but like i said not much goin on, furnitures a lil fucked tho, they have family pics but tim doesnt like those just being out so he has em somewhere stashed away

THATS ALL I REMEMBER but i swear i had more😭

[tangyangie]

ong okayokay what abt karma w an rlly quiet n shy reader? she's really quiet in class,speaks in a low tone,and is often asked to raise her voice. she's also sensitive so if a teacher scolded her she'd tear up easily. but when a dude in her class threw a remark abt her body? oh boy,she got mad. that's when she actually gets mad,and when she does,she just becomes the complete opposite of her shy and quiet self. and after she's done yelling at him,she just goes like;"ehe:3 oopsie!:3" while the poor boy is just bawling at her insults. hehehehehegehhd how would karma react😈

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄

synopsis. karma x fem!reader who is shy and quiet but has a side to her that she doesn't let people see—unless in the worst of situations.

notes. oo this is a cool idea !! the oopsie ties everything together

"louder, please, y/n."

what is that, the fifth time today you've heard that?

"...3?" you say, still too quiet for the teacher's liking. but, it was loud enough to hear.

"nope. pay attention, we just said that wasn't the answer."

sighing, you buried your head in your hands and melted into your chair. you swore you heard a few snickers and felt eyes boring into your skull.

staring into your desk, your vision became blurry as the tears began to form.

school's finally out—yet not soon enough. walking as quickly as possible through the front doors, you wiped the teardrops that fell from your eyes. sniffles escaped you as you tried preventing anyone from seeing you in this state.

but, of course—karma saw you. how couldn't he? the most observant boy you know, who also happens to take notice of you more often than not?

he's watching you closely as you rush to the sidewalk, carelessly running home.

just what was going on with you?

he would've asked, but you were already out of sight by the time he registered your crying.

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the next day couldn't have started off worse. the rain was one thing, but slipping and nearly falling on your face was another. watered-down mud from everyone's shoes leaving residue on the floor latched onto your clothes, making you look like even more of a mess than you already were.

more giggles. just what you needed.

pushing yourself up, you brushed yourself off as you fought the tears threatening to show themselves. wiping your face with your wrist, you took a deep breath and began walking again. that is, until you overheard a conversation.

"y/n's so dumb. her body looks like a constipated potato. i'd feel bad for anyone who had to touch it."

the only thing that followed were laughs and stares into the back of your head.

turning around, you gripped onto your backpack strap. the troubled and teary look you had on your face earlier showed no signs of ever having existed. what replaced it was a neutral look.

your face was one of a bored kid in a study hall, yet your aura was one out for blood. they could feel it.

you began slowly walking towards them. step by step. one foot in front of the other. not breaking eye contact by even blinking.

when suddenly, a smirk appeared on your features.

"constipated potato, huh?"

karma overheard you. and once seeing the look on your face, he knew he was going to stay for this.

» » »

not even a teacher was going to interfere with you now. the sheer amount of noise that was coming from you was unnatural enough, let alone the insults spewing from your lips.

they were unheard of—just your very first statement had all of their jaws dropping. you were saying the craziest things ever. the boy who insulted you began pouring out tears from the utter embarrassment he was going through.

you were on a roll. insults and taunts just expelling from your mouth with no end. the students around you couldn't help but laugh either, the situation just being so hilarious.

the boy having been reduced to a sobbing mess from the girl who would cry at a pebble knocking the window. he was on his knees at this point, sobbing into his hands. the puddle from his tears was more than the amount of rain dragged in by the students.

karma was simply bewildered. just... eyes wide, jaw dropped, completely shocked.

"not even the dog wants you, even though he ate it in the first place!! that's your personality, that's also been shit on by every 8 year old on social media that thinks they've got the comebacks of the century!!"

you weren't giving him time to get a word in, let alone recover!! this was a fight to the death, and you were beating a corpse.

"sorry that your little 'i don't shut up, i grow up—and when i look at you, i throw up' doesn't work on anyone, because it's so childish that it's funny."

no hesitation was seen by you. no signs of stopping. the bell had already rung, but there was maybe one person at their desk—on the other side of the school.

"have you even shown your face on the internet since you were 10? because that's the only time i'd say something like that in public and not actually be ashamed."

at this point, he was hiccuping and sobbing like a waterfall had been implanted in his eyes. his face was snotty and everything—he honestly looked pathetic, and everyone knew it.

you stood there in silence for a few seconds. he raised his head, looking up at you in fear.

"oops! sorry, i got a bit carried away there!" you giggle, smiling—before beginning to turn around and skip away without a care in the world.

and then a certain someone stopped you.

"oh—hey, karma!"

he was in complete shock.

"y/n, that might have been the coolest thing i have ever seen before." he smiles, honestly amused.

he's honestly so excited. spends the next three periods brainstorming pranks with you so that you can humiliate the boy even further. if he hasn't left school, yet.

he's surprised by the change in attitude, but he welcomes it with open arms. and buckets of green slime that are just itching to be poured over a certain someone.

notes. idk this one feels really short... i'm sorry i didn't make it longer 💔💔 these are also the best insults i could come up with at the moment but i have an m&m overload headache so i can't really think straight rn !!

[catnipwaffles]

dale kobble x fem reader

💉 warnings: 18+ mdni, unprotected sex, creampie, manipulation, but still somehow comforting (it’s hard to explain), dom!dale, knifeplay, some religious references, EXTREME descriptions of violence caused by anger, blood, trauma responses, slight emetophobia, kinda fluff, minor injuries, maybe just a general warning. read a/n!

‘ summary: driven mad by the things you have had to do as dale’s doll delivery nun, the problem isn’t solved your way.

‘ a/n: this is kinda proofread but not rlly.. i suck at tagging and warnings 😓 also probably read tags… im rusty sorry… this is not in ruth’s pov, you just happen to be in the same position but i guess it can be taken as ruth x dale (but its not meant to be LOL.) ok enjoy :o)

a long day was something normal at this point. having entered a new “work” environment wasn’t easy, and the thoughts and consequences of it were unforgettable.

in idea, it seemed easy enough, taking the lives of others to protect your own, but too noble at heart, it fucked you up fast. at night, there was two options; either your only daughter would call, and talk to you about her work, without knowing it was you she was running after, or you would hear that damn guitar again. you weren’t sure of his appearance or origin before you had the displeasure of meeting him, but you knew he had to be further punishment for you. those guitar notes were crystals of salt to the wound, but they stung like shards, and he knew that. he was such a dick that he rubbed it in your face by playing his guitar at night before you had to induce further trauma on yourself just the day before, or after, sometimes even both.

this time had been particularly horrible. the scene kept replaying in your head, the struggle was already hard to see, and the gurgle from slit throats made you feel as if you could hear the skin ripping like paper. the splatter of the blood was a final wake-up call. if only you didn’t have to stick around to make sure it was done, with that knife in your bag. sometimes it felt like it would even speak to you in whispers, things that didn’t make sense but you somehow understood. it hadn’t been used this time, and it would be so much better if it stayed that way.

as you unlocked the door to enter your home, the wind blew at you, it almost felt like there was something calling your name. the only thing there when you turned around was the bloody footprints you had left. it felt like it would never leave you alone. regardless, you stepped in, trying to tell yourself you can worry about that later, trying not to stack on the growing anxieties you had about this whole process. he was the first thing you saw when you stepped in.

dale’s face was such a labyrinth. he still had time to get up in the morning and do his makeup routine, meanwhile you had to mentally prepare for any interaction ahead. the only thing colorful about him was his clothes, and even that seemed limited. he stood there and stared at you, he was so far yet you swore that if you were to stretch your arm out, you could touch him. the room was tense, all you could do was stare at eachother, almost like the both of you were waiting for the other to do something.

he took action and smiled at you. you fucking hated it. the way his botched lips couldn’t curl properly made his whole face look strained, like his actions to please someone that wasn’t there caused him the ability to even show emotion. when you really thought about it, you questioned if he was even human.

while you were studying him, your body took its own reaction. the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop, but instead, you heard something else hit the wooden floor. you looked down, and tried to focus on it.

a teardrop.

then another, then another.

you were crying.

what you had failed to notice until now was that your body had started developing its own trauma responses, and this was one of them. dale’s face made you cry.

it wasn’t a minimal response, either, because it was enough to send you on your knees, wailing, and dropping your bag next to you. the pressure had finally knocked you down, atleast physically.

his footsteps got closer, but you would’ve rather died than look up. if he was gonna kill you, you wanted it now. instead, his hand cupped the side of your face, and he tilted it upwards, towering over you. he looked down at you with these eyes, like he wanted you to know that in this household you were the sick one.

“there thereee… little angel…”

it was too many sensations at once, his rough hand still making contact with you, his voice, the way he dragged his words, like he could never get them all the way out.

“he’s pleased with you, doesn’t that make you the happiest, stray lamb…”

it was sinking in now, you were so desperate for comfort, to run to someone that knew what was going on, that even his comfort was doing the trick. he had teased you for it, he was actively leeching off of you, but it did the trick. his voice came back, this time an octave lower.

“if you fuck this up, i’ll gut you and your daughter like a freshly hunted buck.”

a whine almost escaped from you, but you focused on nodding frantically to try to signal to him that you understood. “it won’t happen again. i won’t- do this again.” you spat out, you were scared so badly that you couldn’t even control what you had said. hurting was something that needed to be done on your own time, on the rare occasion that you had any away from your thoughts and internal monologue. dale wanted none of it to be obvious.

he didn’t want to know you were weak. he didn’t want to know that one of these days, as a drastic measure or maybe a desperate last resort, you could go to your daughter and tell her everything. he never wanted her to get that closure before the inevitable, whether it was at his hands or at the hands of god himself.

“oh, sweet, dirty girl.” dale’s voice went back to the tone you were used to, and he helped you get up, even picking up your bag in the process. he brought you into a hug without warning, atleast that’s what you think he meant to do. your arms were at your sides, and all he had done was place the palm of his hand on the back of your head, making your face hide into his neck. his scent was so strong, and you were too frozen from fear to avoid it.

then he let you go, and you immediately reacted by stepping away. this is the closest view you had gotten of dale’s face. his surgeries were apparent and made him look more uncanny than you remember. he brushed the hair away from your face with his fingers, then he leaned in, his hands traveled down to your waist. time to react was futile, because he immediately pulled you back in, kissing your cheek again and again, up and down

holy shit

he was trying to kiss your tears.

once he cleaned you off, he simply stepped away, and went back to his part of the house. to him, it was meaningless. just an attempt for him to comfort you, even if he had no sympathy for you, or anyone. to you, it opened a pathway.

-

present day, it had been a while since this happened. all you had managed to do since then was overthink, and overthink, and overthink yourself into a pit. though it was uneventful, you knew your next doll delivery up soon, and mixed with the way you felt like his fingers were still on you

it was enough to induce nausea. the words he said to you were something you went by almost religiously now, it was essential. after it was done, the drive home held a similar chest pain where your heart is. maybe you were doomed to be this way forever, and building an intolerance for the people you were technically hurting wasn’t an option.

overthinking kicked back into overdrive on this trip, and that familiar sting was starting to metamorphosize into an unjust feeling. none of this was fair. you weren’t given a chance. you didn’t get to pick when your daughter was born, and under any circumstance, you would have e never done this. and the start of everything was in your basement overstaying his welcome. he didn’t have to worry about anything but putting his special fucking porcelain hands to work, all while making sure his fuckass face paint didn’t slip off to fuel his fucking fixation on the color white.

you wouldn’t be happy until he was gone. you pictured him, his own blood drying onto his hair, his face ripped open, being able to see pieces of his skull.

it all happened so fast- seeing your home, you wasted no time storming inside, throwing your bag down, but grabbing the knife you had tucked inside. with it behind your back, adrenaline was rushing through your veins, replacing the fear he had injected into you purely by looking at you. at the basement door, you started to shake again, and you clutched the knife even harder. you couldn’t even second think this properly, you were too ready and you unlocked the door.

it was a sight. from as far as your eye could see, he wasn’t such a freak, and it seemed pretty clean. down the steps and into what would be the main part of the basement, he was nowhere to be found. no creeping footsteps, no indicators he was even there. a couple of doll parts were scattered about, as well as some of his belongings, but no dale.

“what do you think you’re doing down here?”

you immediately turned and swung at whatever you heard, your knife headed straight for dale’s face, before he shoved you down and you dropped it immediately. on the floor, you tried to kick him off but he was on top of you fully, taking the blow to the stomach without issue.

“we had a deal you ungrateful ROAD WHORE,”

his voice dropped again, louder. and with it, your heart felt as if it was in your stomach as you realized how badly you had fucked up to get to this point. you weren’t getting away from him. and you looked into his eyes again. he forced you to.

you were on the floor flat on your back, and he was sitting on your chest, almost crushing you.

the only thing that could be heard was the heavy breathing from both of you.

“i knew i couldn’t devote you. you could never appreciate the luck you have to be here, the choice you were presented with. i gave you a chance, and i knew you would turn on me you heaven-sent…”

dale reached for the knife you dropped

“sleaze”

it was up to your neck now, and all you could do was pray inside of your head.

“you’re so lucky. lucky lucky lucky girl… idiotic stray lamb, you’ll never be polluted, you’ll never appreciate what it means to get torn open and built to a new self.” he trailed off again. he leaned down, and it brought you right back to where you were not long ago. this time, you didn’t let him take control, and you headbutted him. he fell back a bit, throwing the knife along with the jolt his body had. enough for you to get out and stand up, but he was fast. he stood up and blocked you off again.

“but i can fix you. i can make you appreciate it.”

the knife was on the floor

“i’ll do just that- teach you a lesson by cracking your ribs open, splitting those pretty fingers in half, making you thank me while i do it.”

you ran to reach it, and he kicked it away.

“FUCK!”

you yelled at the top of your lungs, your chance to execute your plan sabotaged with something as simple as a kick. your mind blanked, the anger was draining. it hurt. you didn’t want to be anything anymore. you fell back again and let yourself stay there this time. the tears prickled your eyes again, and you were back to square one.

“little angel…”

his tone was so sickly sweet, as if he was talking to an injured animal.

“he had good teachings for you, and i wanted to pass them down. from my friend. so you could pass it on again, and again, and again… i spent so much of my precious time on those dolls. you were doing so good.”

his breath was loud, and he leaned down to your level again.

“my pretty cryer, my doll…”

“i chose you special. i wanted to stay here with you, i wanted you to reach your potential. i saw it. i saw it.”

he kept going.

you made eye contact, and when you stared into his eyes your brain felt like it cracked open, like he ripped it at the seams and you finally understood everything he had been trying to tell you. he did everything.

he did it again, leaned in and started kissing your tears. like he wanted to keep you safe, clean. the only polluting of your body that he wanted was caused by him. not yourself. when he was done and your cries became sniffles as you calmed, your faces were close again. he kept looking at your lips, at you. he knew what you were and what you weren’t.

you leaned in, your lips landed on his, and before you knew it, he held you, he didn’t want you to stop. this was different, it wasn’t just a kiss. he knew it meant you knew. his words finally got through to you.

“fix me, please..”

you whined out

“im a defunct doll. you know how to make me a new.”

“good, good girl,” he replied, and there on the floor, he started undressing you as you kept whining. all you wanted now was his forgiveness. you resisted for so long, and his plan for you was apparent now. the words that were left unspoken seemed to spill out by him being so delicate with your body.

he kissed your right tit, and started rubbing at the slit in your panties. your whines became whimpers. “dale,” you wanted him to listen. “please. please please…”

he moved your panties to the side, and plunged his middle finger into your cunt. you were so worked up, he didn’t even have to get you ready. his tongue was still lapping away at your nipple, and his finger started to slowly move in and out of you. you both were so desperate for a moment like this. his mouth moved up, and he was buried into your neck, focusing on the fingers inside of you.

“shhh. i’ll make you all better. it’s what i’ve been assigned to do.”

he shoved another finger into your desperate body, and you reacted accordingly, whimpering louder, giving him the fuel he needed to make you almost finish then and there right on his fingers.

he took his fingers out, and positioned himself so his clothed cock would be between your legs.

“can you feel how hard i am, lamb?”

all you could do was nod, your body felt like it was passing electricity from how bad you needed him inside of you. you can’t believe your eyes had been closed for so long. you deserved to be split open, just for him. he unzipped his pants and took out his dick, rubbing it against your clit, strings of precum connecting them. then he pushed inside of you, leaning forward and making out with you to keep your pleas inside. your body fluids mixed, and when he pulled away you could tell he was saying “mine,” or “my dirty, sweet girl.” as well as his own whimpers.

he fucked you slowly, like he wanted to feel and process every inside part of your organ, and like he had wanted this for so long that he wanted to savor it. his love was so much more than this. he could’ve dug his thumbs into your tummy and ripped you open just like he said. he was resisting the urge to, he wanted so badly to see how everything was operating. that’s when he got the idea, and he managed to grab back the knife that had been kicked to the side earlier.

he held it to your stomach.

he started fucking you faster.

the room was filled with skin slapping against skin, his dick burrowing in you.

it was so cold, the blade on the edge of cutting your skin, yet he didn’t seem to push it down.

“let this be the last time you resist.

orders are to follow.”

you nodded but that wasn’t enough. “use your words, the ones i blessed on you.” you could feel the tip of his dick hitting your cervix, over, and over, and over, yet you managed to say “i’ll never resist again, dale. you know what’s best for me,” with the other hand, he grabbed your hip and shoved his cock deeper- you were getting so close. so was he. “you- … you know what’s best for me. i need you, i need you so bad.”

he calmed you before you got worked up again. “shh, little angel… take all of me in your satin womb, let your arousal take it. indulge in the ecstasy.”

he was going so fast now that both of your whines were mixing. with the warmth of his body against yours, he finished inside you, and you followed him when you felt it. he pulled you into another kiss, slipping his tongue to yours again. kobble’s seed spread inside of you, it shaped you a new.

a new lamb, a new woman, a new helper, a new doll. it wasn’t lust that could make this happen.

it was connection. connection that had been strained from the start, and fixed.

[odette-at-dawn]

-friends pt.2-

So summer came and went, i had the best summer job ever and met some amazing people, including a girl i really, /really/, liked. i would go into more detail but that would take up the whole character limit honestly lmao. but, i was talking to my best friend about it (who is straight) and she wasnt really understanding it. when i was saying how i didnt know if the girl i liked was queer or not, my best friend told me that if it didnt work out, at least id have a good friend out of it. her intentions are in the right place, but just...no girl. so i texted one of my friends about it. i told her that i had to talk ot another gay person about the situation. she was so excited for it and we made a plan to meet. me and this other friend used to be best friends 2/3 years ago and we told each other a lot, and we talked a lot about being gay in our friend group and how it was hard to talk about it with straight people because they just didnt get it. we told each other we'd always be there for each other if we wanted to talk about our gay crushes or relationships. so the day comes, and she texts me 30 min before we are supposed to meet that she is too hungover to come. shes really sorry but she just cant do it. i was actually so mad. really disappointed in her bc who does that? i know that you should expect people to act how you'd act for them, but i would never to that to someone. especially when the plan is already there, then on a whim you decided to go out the night before. my parents were also really upset, because they know this friend well as we have also being friends atp for 8 years or so. it chill, i talk to one of my other really good friends and we get dinner that night and chat about it, and it was great. this friend is truly my longest friendship and we've only had one big argument (the one mentioned in the previous post) but we got over it quickly. i trust her more than basically anyone and we tell each other basically everything. so, at the end of the summer she is talking to me about the friend that cancelled on me, and she tells me that it completely slipped her mind until now, but the friend that cancelled on me went and trashed talked me to her (the friend i was talking to) and some of their other friends (the 3 friendships that ended that i mentioned in the previous post, its these 3 girls) about me only talking to her as a gay person. like she was upset that i was only reaching out because i needed to talk about a situation and she was one of the gay people i knew to talk about it? i was honestly baffled because, what??? like she wanted to talk to me about things other than my crush, but she genuinely did not reach out to me ONCE the whole summer. like the entirety of out 4 month break from school and she didnt reach out once? what do you mean you want to talk to me about other things and hangout with me outside of that context, you clearly dont? it enraged me honestly so much. i took her off of my followers on my spam account and i swore off contact with her for a while. i just cannot believe the audacity of that. but time goes on, we all go back to school, i move back to my city and start up with school again. this was something that happened in april of 2024, but i was in a trio of friends and it kinda fell apart. we were all going to live together this year, than the other two girls went and signed a lease for just the two of them without letting me know (this was a big deal at the time and it also made me really upset but its chill now). then, those two girls who were living together started fighting, because me and one of the girls started getting closer because we both watched wbb. we also both found some of the players rlly hot, which we also bonded over. the other girl did not like this (bc shes a lesbian but lowkey is very biphobic but thats a diff convo to have) and she ended up unloading all of it on the other friend all at once. it caused a LOT of problems between the three of us and it was really awk for a while, but it kinds sorted itself out with time. But then this school year started.

[urcinnamonnnn]

wow. i rly dont know how to put this into essay or smthn.. but i rly got bad war with a "trusted" friend and urged me to just archive our conversation on fb messenger and ig.. for the first time in 3 months, i ranted on twit again. it sucks and it rly hurts how she said things about me as if she didnt know where i really came from.

i got a lot of flaws and i know what those are, i admit im not the perfect frnd ul ever have... but i got feelings too. she rly hit it damn straight at me, and i fucking hate it.

this got my heart so hard, it made me archive our innocent frnds that doesnt have to do anything with this matter..

i feel like im done with the shits i made and the shits they keep on giving me.

damn great pretender who pretends they always care, but cant handle them mouth to shut when it doesnt needed to be opened.

swore to myself that i wont be coming to any of those friends anymore. i wont be explaining myself to them anymore. i'll be cold as hell and protect my sanity from those ppl who keep on feeding on me. i'll keep myself out of those suckers of luck.. i'll remove mysefl from their goddamn lives.. they dont deserve me and i dont deserve them.

this hate just keeps on growing..

i am finally saying that i wont be needing ur back anymore, what went out from ur mouth only proved that ur rlly that not worth it

i wont end this so called friendshit but i'll keep my silence louder than any of our memories together..

i'll make you regret you said what u said.

i'll make you taste your own shit in a different way.

im so mad, i fucking dont know who am i anymore

[pxppinmolly-archived]

Alice: who are you

Molly: I’m you but more of a chad and less of a coward-

[isabunbun]

Ending Of The Truth (Bucky Barnes AU Imagine)

Sumarry: Y/n and Bucky had been assigned on an arranged marriage. The only difference is, she actually does love him. But he doesn't. And she knew. That's why she plans on calling the engagement off. But what she never considered was there's always two sides to a story.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Slight Angst at first, All good ♡

Hi! this one was inspired by a scene i saw on tiktok from a Thai drama. Not rlly sure abt this one. Hope you guys like this one!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。

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You could've swore you felt your heartstrings snap with what you saw.

Bucky, your fiancé, kissing another woman.

You just got off from work when you got a call from Sam, telling you to pick a drunk Bucky up from the bar. Which you immediately gone off to do.

But arriving at the bar, Sam nowhere to be seen, but your soon to be husband there, not alone, made you regret even coming.

Do you even have any right to get mad at him? Be upset with him?

Despite wearing a ring on your finger, claiming to be engaged to him, does it even mean anything at this point, if he was forced to and not because he loved you?

If it wasn't for your parents, most especially your dad, Tony Stark, this would've never even happened. All because of the stupid company and inheritance, you had to watch the person you love hate you.

Tony needed to pass the company to you. But somehow, some stupid reason somehow, it wasn't allowed unless the last heir is deceased or the inheritor is married.

You just knew, Bucky didn't want this unlike you. The two of you have been good friends, until all this happened. Which caused him to distance himself from you. It ate you up, guilt ate you up, because all this wasn't so bad for you. Because you loved him all along. But he didn't.

And now, seeing him kissing another woman, it was your last straw. You needed to end this, and had to end it soon.

You left the bar, not bothering to care about your fiancé's drunken state anymore. You just went straight home.

Time flies fast because it had already been a week since the incident and Bucky felt something going on.

You would usually text him almost everyday, go to his workplace to bring him lunch whatsoever. But the past week he'd heard nothing from you. And he didn't bother to check up on you either.

You isolating yourself from almost everyone the past week made you forgot about your engagement dinner.

The dinner was private for you and Bucky, along with your parents only. Most likely to talk about your wedding plans too.

☆☆☆

The night of the dinner came and everyone was already there except for you.

Bucky was already there. He was a bit nervous to see you again. How could he not? Not when the person he loves suddenly distanced themselves to him.

A knock interrupted your parents talk with Bucky and the door opened to reveal you with Happy.

You were wearing a matching top with blazer and skirt that hugged your curves. And you had your hair down which was normally tied in a side braid. This was honestly a whole new look for you. You're a pretty soft person, a ray of sunshine somewhat just like Peter if one could describe. So you looking like a professional lady was a head turner.

"I apologise for being late." You say and greet both of your parents before sitting down next to Bucky.

"No problem at all, sweetie. Just glad you came." Pepper said.

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Hours of talk and dinner had passed, and you barely made any sound.

It worried everyone, one of the most, Tony.

"Sweetheart, everything okay?" Tony asked you. Gaining Pepper and Bucky's attention towards you.

You put your head down and fist your skirt.

Bucky felt his stomach tighten. He felt something off and he didn't like you being silent.

"Y/n, Sweetheart?" Tony calls out to you as they heard no response from you.

You look up at Tony and gave him a reassuring smile. "Sorry, dad. Just been lacking sleep lately. I'm fine."

Although he didn't buy your excuse, he brushed it off. And minutes later, Bucky said something that made your stomach turn.

"I have something important to tell you" he said to Tony.

And somehow, you had a gut feeling that he was going to say that he wants to call the engagement off. And you just couldn't bear to hear it come from him.

So you did it yourself.

You took a small deep breath and looked up to your parents.

"I'd like to call this engagement off."

Bucky's eyes widened and moved aback from his seat to look at you properly. Tony showing off an unreadable expression while Pepper gasps.

"Call off the engagement?" Pepper asks you.

You slowly nodded at her question as she throws another, "Sweetie, what happened? Please tell me."

With another deep breath you stand up and say, "I'm not marrying him. That's it."

You ready to leave the room, Bucky stands up and grabs your arm.

"What's the matter with you?" You harshly take back your arm as you move a step away from him.

"Don't you come closer" Hate. Pain. Anger. Everything but Love was seen in your eyes.

"I hate you. I fucking hate you!"

Now Bucky was truly hurt. The gut feeling he had that's been eating him finally came. He didn't like it at all. You hating him was the last thing he wanted.

You then turn to Tony and Pepper, with shaky breath you manage to say,

"Mom, Dad, I'm begging you."

Tears slowly form in your eyes. Bucky slightly shaking in anxiety as he waits for your next words.

"Please call off this engagement for me."

Now Bucky's eyes started to sting. He felt his throat tighten up.

This was the last thing he wanted. For the wedding not to happen.

"Please." You add.

Bucky shakily tries to walk up to you but you brush his hand off.

"I don't want to be married to him." You say as you walk past him, now standing near your parents, you look at him and say,

"This guy is no good. He's not my type at all." You chuckle out bitterly.

"The man i will love," Your throat tightens as you continued with shaky breath, "must be a good man, who brings me joy when he's around."

You take another breath as you close your eyes for a quick second.

Flashbacks of Bucky cheering you up came from you saying your last sentence.

You look at Tony as you continued. "Someone warm and kind-hearted,"

"Someone commited." You finish.

Bucky then knew. You must've seen him with the girl at the bar.

You look down while tears that you're still trying to hold, form in your eyes.

"That's why i can't love him."

You now look at Bucky as your heart break. You shake your head.

"I really can't." You stand up straight as you look at Tony.

"Therefore, I'm begging you.." The pain lacing your voice broke Tony's heart. His face frowning.

"Please... call off-" You didn't get to finish your words as Tony went in to hug you. Not bearing to hear any more pain from his daughter.

And you now cried in his embrace. The tears you were holding the whole time now pouring.

"Alright, sweetheart. I understand." he says.

Pepper walks closer to the both of you and put her head on your shoulder.

"You don't have to do this anymore." Tony says as he holds you tight.

"Barnes. This engagement is off." Tony tells Bucky, still holding you.

However, Bucky shakes his head. Not agreeing.

"No. I'm sorry, but no."

You hearing this, move away from Tony to look at him with a confused look on your face.

"What about my side? Who gets to hear mine?" His voice was laced in pain too.

"I love you, Y/n." he confesses.

Before you could even react he continues,

"This week was a shitwreck and it was all because you weren't with me. I didn't understand. But Sam told me. And you got it all wrong. She kissed me. I didn't kiss her back. If you stayed a little more you could've seen me push her."

You were speechless. You didn't even think about his point of view.

"I was going to tell Tony earlier that i wanted to give you a proper engagement and wedding. That i want all of this to actually mean something for the both of us. " He fishes something out of his pocket and revealed a box. An engagement box.

He walks closer to you as he kneels down on one knee.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. But I'm not letting you go."

-end

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[kyodzuken]

boyfriend headcanons - soul evans

a/n; my soul evans inspired playlist!! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1YntdhOZPg1wMzYBwymwWR?si=JnHvKUWRSKGghG_dDakXGA

- you and soul started off as friends

- you'd joined the dwma halfway through the year and immediately hit it off with liz and patty

- and inevitably the rest of the group

- you're shy; so seeing this big group of loud - and very talented - weapons and meisters threw you off a bit

- but don't judge a book by its cover bc they were acc vvv warm and welcoming

- 'any friend of liz and patty is a friend of ours!'

- your partner was the first to realize tbh

- you and the gang were playing basketball

- or rather you, patty and your partner sat and watched as the rest played basketball

- when they caught you staring at a certain white-haired weapon a lil too long

- and patty;; being the girl she is;;; brought it up instantly when your partner nudged her shoulder.

- '(y/n)-chan!!! i never took you as a lovey type!'

- you rolled your eyes and denied it

- but they knew

- and so did you

- that night,, maka invited everyone over

- and ofc luck was on your side

- and you were squeezed next to soul during the movie marathon

- and it didn't help your case when he put his arm behind you, resting it on the couch.

- you thanked god it was dark because liz would definitely bully you for how red you were lmfao

- you excused yourself to the bathroom

- nearly shat your pants bc ????? uh????? you were just next to ur crush???

- and he smelt rlly nice wtf y/n snap out of it

- so after composing urself and one too many splashes of water on ur face;;

- you exited the bathroom to see the group sitting down in a game of 7 minutes in heaven

- and you wanted to cry

- you either got stuck with death the kid, literally the worst dude in the entire group (blackstar), crona, or your crush.

- lose/lose situation,,, maybe except crona bc theyre a cutie

- and lowkey you were wishing you picked up a specific hairband

-  and u did lol hahahah

- so u were stuck in this small cramped closet

- and u were so deep in thought

- u barely heard when the poor boy called ur name

- ' uhh,, listen,, this is so uncool of me to say here but,, if you say no i'll just kick you out of my house.'

- jeez ok albino

- 'i like you.'

- you swore you stopped breathing

- wtfwtf????

- did he just???

- nawl

- 'uh... i like you too..' you muttered

- which ended with a 2 minute long makeout session

- his hands travelling somewhere they shouldn't

- before blackstar slammed open the closet doors

- exposing the two of you; lips puffy and hair messed up

- the teasing didn't stop for months lol

- but das okay bc deep down they knew yall were couple goals PLS

- soul has a playlist

- filled w bangers

- and everytime he's over and the playlist starts....

- whew heated makeout sesh

- he definitely has some led lights in his room

- set to red

- wink wonk

- he's the type of boyfriend to always have his hand around your waist

- and y'all are best friends doe

- cue maka getting jealous / mad bc soul started ignoring her lowkey<//3

- deserve

- ANYWAYS you guys are literal SOULmates (hehe)

- you have so many inside jokes

- the group is honestly surprised bc they didn't think you two would get along at first

- soul is the type of boyfriend to have sm memes on his phone

- like you'll text him the most specific scenario ever and he'd have a wendy williams meme for it

- and he teases u,, sure

- but it always comes from a good place yktfv

- soul is the type of boyfriend to hold ur head and give you forehead kisses

- he'd give the best hugs too

- he'd wrap his arms around your torso and place his chin ontop of your head

- whenever ur sad just text him a lil frown face

- he's at ur door in record time

- w takeout, some snacks he possibly stole from maka's stash, and his netflix password

- sometimes you guys just lie there

- basking in each other's presence

- u might hold hands but

- mostly just enjoying each other

- soft rnb or indie playing in the background (peep my soul inspired playlist juicyoh)

- soul isn't good at doing ur hair

- but he'd try

- stupid little braids while u two are watching a movie

- netflix and chill except yall acc chill

- like he literally falls asleep in ur arms awe

- and you'd sometimes ask to do makeup on him if u wear makeup

- put his hair back w a lil hairband as he mutters some shit like

- ' this is SO not cool '

- shut up white boy you love it

- expensive dinner dates are few and far between

- but thats just bc yall are not that kind of couple

- you'd rather just get takeout and watch a good comedy or horror

- you'd be the couple to start a youtube channel

- and it'd be acc funny content like,,

- people would subscribe for the couple and stay for the content

- once you did a fnaf lets play

- soul literally left halfway through bc he got scared

- cue the 'bestfriend vs girlfriend tag w/ maka and y/n'

- if ur a meister

- you've probably tried wielding soul in his weapon form

- let's say,, it didn't go too well,,, and now theres a big mark in a wall in the city

- you and soul would 100% play pranks on blackstar and death the kid

- especially death the kid

- with help from lizzy and patty you'd make the poor boy regret ever introducing you two

- but it's all in good fun and the black haired boy has gotten y'all back multiple times too

- soul loves it when you wear his clothes

- like just seeing u in his hoodie makes him ❤️ 💓 💕 💖 💓  💖💕 ❤️

- one of ur biggest pet peeves tho

- is hes constantly undermining his struggles

- and you sit him down like

- 'babe,, youre important to me,,, you need to tell me if somethings wrong okay???'

- baby bursts into tears

- you and maka are some of the only people he's open to.

- he'd definitely play you piano

- or teach you if you don't know how

- maybe you'll sing along a few times

- when you fight it's usually over silly things

- like maybe maka was being maka and he's stressed so he lashed out

- or you didn't kill the kishin you were meant to and got told off by lord death

- it always ends in apologies;; you two don't really let it get between you

- soul is the type to tuck ur hair behind your ear when making out

- or the type to give u hugs from behind

- like imagine omgomg

- you're just chilling in the hallways at the dwma

- talking to patty

- when soul just

- he just

- ugh hugs u from the back, his head on your shoulder, a soft smile on his face as he kisses your cheek.

- cutie asf y'all r cute cute cute

- all in all

- he rlly does care ab you and you just

- "right back atcha babeyy!!"

- fr though

- y'all are bestfriends but also lovers

- goals af

- manifesting a relationship like that brb

[thinkinghq]

Haikyuu and their spam account

So a spam is literally just a side account where they post just whatever they want ... they all on Instagram

Atsumu, Sakusa, komori, hoshiumi, sachiro, suna,  aran, shirabu, semi, tsuki, mika, kurro, matsu,  makki, oikawa, iwa, akaashi, osamu, yachi, yaku, kunimi, tendou and futakuchi

Atsumu

Followers: 19

His spam is private and only his friends, his fuck friends and current girls he is talking to are in. Most of the time he just posts osamu sleeping face and when he is off guard. Caption is about his day ... he rarely rants on his spam he also has many thirst traps to make "haters" jealous and to give them girls something "good" to look at. He also talks shit about Osamu there osamu doesn't even know he has a spam but atsumu blocked him (even though he is private???) Suna is in his spam and screenshots every single post and comment just in case he needs it and suna swore to atsumu on his granny he won't screenshot any post LMAOO.

Sakusa

Followers: 0

He says he doesn't have social media and doesn't care about it. But when people are talking about feuds on the internet he needs to know what happend, and he is too proud to ask what happened ... he sometimes post it's a private account ... it's just his diary basically ... rants about people being gross and talks shit sometimes how much he doesn't care about this and that. He is just talking to a void ...

Komori

Followers 14.k

He has many fan pages about his faves but his spam is something special to him it's all his pages in one. Its public he posts memes about his faves and promote their music "Anywayzzz stream what's the speed bout for clear skin" he cares about his followers and interact with them a lot. Sometimes he talks about his day but most of the time he posts celebrities beef and life updates he also disses other celebrities who come for his faves. (Bless his heart)

Hoshiumi

Followers 784

It's a public account he beefs with other people there ... he also picks fights with rappers and post things like "blue face fell off" he also posts sometimes rap updates he screenshoted from other sites ... he worships future on his page as well.

Sachiro

Followers 489

Its privat, and he only lets girl in. It's just thirst traps, pics of practice/work and pics of his dog. In his bio word for word "nudes for nudes?" ...🤕

Suna

Followers 2k

He posts so funny and rare memes its public, and he sometimes talks about his day he also posts fights of the twins (he blocked everyone from Inarizaki on his spam) be also re-uploads word star videos.

Aran

Followers 15

It's private, and he uses it to talk about his day only his online friends are in he also has a group chat with them it's only escape of the Inarizaki madness for him. (If I only could him help)

Shirabu

Followers 370.k

His followers call him queen of clap back ... he never corrected them that he is a "he" bc he doesn't care that much the gays think he is just bratty twink ... HE NEVER REVEALED ANYTHING OF HIMSELF... he just wonders why tf people came up with that ... anyway has inside tea, clap blacks, shady comments, disses YouTubers, had celebrity feud. He just wanted to troll some people but this happened instead he is not mad at it because he shootouts people for 5 bucks so his story is full don't even go there he also rants about being a med student 🙄

Semi

Followers 673

Just some music things and fashion stuff is public and only posted his hand he ignores the thirst in the comments

Tsuki

Followers 2.k

It's just random stuff he posts music, dinosaurs and diss some celebs he also posts some memes on it it's public but nobody knows it's his page except for yams but yams accidentally mentioned in front hinata and hinata told everyone tsuki has a successful meme page he blocked almost all of karasuno and koganegawa. He also ignores dms and comments.

Mika

Followers 900

Its public but she is annonym. She just rants about daishoo and how much she hates straight cis man ... has many sex memes on her page ... her page is really fast growing!

Kurro

Followers 8k

Post chemistry and economy memes really fast growing page! Tells everybody to follow him ... nobody does ...

Matsu and makki

Followers 118k

Meme page. They do their own memes! They also post some oikawa pics and videos ....

Oikawa

Followers 81

It's a really personal spam. Its private and he lets random people follow? But nobody he rlly knows ... talks mad shit about ushi and kageyama and post videos of him crying bc he is "stressed" in reality he just wants someone to aka in the comments if he is ok and then goes of and says how fucking busy he is ...

Iwa

Followers 586

It's a public spam where he just posts faceless body pics to show his progress he thought he would get a few girls in his dms but in reality it's just dudes complementing his muscles (and dick prints) he also follows many fitness pages on his account!

Akaashi

Followers 425

He originally just did it as a diary type of thing to talk about his day, but he posts a lot of anxiety post (explaining how to deal with them) and mental illness awareness post but also talks about toxicity in us and people around us. He started this spam to vent but ended up helping others he is always there for his followers and problems. (He gave even relationship advice and felt kinda weird about it because he was never in one)

Osamu

Followers 11k

It's a "holding food aggressively" page ... in the beginning he wanted to do a page where he posts what he eats and cooks but his pictures were not aesthetically pleasing enough, so he just took pics of snacks he ate. He once ate a cookie in bed and someone in the comments said why he holds it so aggressive so from there on he posts pics of him aggressively holding food and drinks and even how the break/explode/mush ... he takes the pic secretly and nobody really knows he owns a spam. Atsumu always wonders why tf there is food everywhere on the floor walls etc ...

Yachi

Followers 912

Its public she posts random scenery pics she edited and vents in the caption about her life. Not really active her followers support her a lot and the page looks really pleasing!

Yaku

Followers 7.k

It's a barb page ... he something vents, but he rlly want to keep it only about Nicki. He has many barb friends tho! (Who are ready to hack someone any moment)

Kunimi

Followers 76.k

Meme page! He also scams his followers 🤕 what can I say ...

Tendou

Followers 47.k

It's a anime page! He also talks about manga he posts memes about anime ... he also has in his highlights a hentai recommendation ... he trashes dbz and Naruto to see some people lose their shit. I would follow.

Futakuchi

Followers 5.k

Now listen exactly the same page as shirabu! And they beef with each other and accuse them of stealing their content ... they don't of each other owning they side ... futakushi also post some incel memes ...

[an1malcannibal]

So about that sog Kai au 👀👀👀 do you mind telling us about it????😳😳😳

ALSJJDJSKALAJSJSKALA GOTCHU BRO 🥺💞💞💞 thank you for asking!!!!! Beware.... long post time....

Basically this starts aaaallllll the way back in season 4, where when Kai became the red shogun, he got involved in even shadier and shadier business situations (he basically becomes a for-hire grunt/guard because he’s so good at fighting! As a result, he’s so deep in the underworld and it’s dealings that when the ninja tried to look for him in season 4, they straight up can’t find him. They use all of their connections, everything they can, but he’s completely disappeared, without so much of a trace past three months after Zane died. (This is a year later. They hadn’t checked up on Kai in a while, he had a huge fight with them before he left, swore he never wanted to see them again, etc. they decided to give him time and space). So they file Kai as a missing person, and come together for the search for him! A few days after the report is filed and they start the search, they get their invitations to Chen’s! Kai didn’t get an invite because even Chen couldn’t find him... so the ninja have to make the difficult decision to pause their search and try and go save Zane, only to have nya AND Garmadon show up because Nya came with him for backup, but then she heard abt Zane, and made the even harder decision to join them on their quest to get Zane. Season 4 happens relatively the same, only Nya was the one to become romantically involved with skylor instead of Kai (staff moment didn’t happen because nya didn’t have the villainous traits for the staff to bring out rip. But it did help connect her to her elemental powers a little early! Good for you queen). But anyways. Harm still gets yeeted, seasons aftermath is the same except now they have Zane and have to face the search for Kai, which hits them like a ton of bricks. Season 4 ends.

so when season 5 starts everything is pretty different, there’s no tea shop, because all of their energy and focus is on the search for kai, so nya hasn’t had time to rlly focus on trying to develop her powers, so later when she trains her skill level is abt the same. morro happens, which delays the search AGAIN. they are in very low spirits abt all this. season 5s ending and resulting effects are the same. skybound does not happen just like in the show :). day of the dead happens, season 7 is a bit more complicated but again, results for the ninja are the same. basically normal seasons, except kai isn’t there and they are generally in lower spirits because all of their free time is spent looking for kai, but they think he’s either vanished completely or.... something worse that they don’t want to think about. so by time season 8 starts, the ninja have definitely become much more lax on their search, not spending as much time on it, dealing with other threats. they hate it, but ninjago needs defending and they are the ones to do it. by time season 8 starts, they’ve stopped actively going all over ninjago. they just keep their eyes out during missions more, that kind of thing. MEANWHILE!

this whole time, kais been doing his shady activities. traveling around with different gangs until he finds one that have him work for them full time, however it’s one of the biggest organized crime syndicates in ninjago. all over the whole continent! so he basically has to travel a lot, and he goes DEEP undercover, because originally he didn’t want anyone to find him, then it became he was so ashamed of all the criminal activity he’s taken part in. however, after a while of stewing in definitely the WORST environment for this kind of thing, he slowly but surely has so much resentment, the anger, then eventually even hate for the ninja. it wasn’t near overnight, but it happened. he thought about all the hurtful things they had said to eachother in their last fight. how deeply everyone’s words had cut. how they all seemed to gang up on him, when he now knew he was grieving, and sure he was out of line a bit then, but did it really require that? them taking everything out on him? he thought about how it took months for them to even realize he was gone, that his last motel was a dead end and he hadn’t left a trace since. how they didn’t try and somehow let him know that zane was alive. how they had seemed to search for him like mad and then disappear for so long, almost at this point having given up on finding him entirely. he didn’t want to talk to them, but it had been nice, secretly, to know that they at least cared enough to look for him, to miss him maybe. he thought about how zane dying had fractured the team, but kai being as good as dead didn’t seem to meaningfully impact the team in any way. he was selfish for thinking this, he knew, but GOD it hurt him more than he could describe. all that he had done for each of his teammates. his sister. his family. his whole life he had done nothing but sacrifice for all of them, only for them to not sacrifice a thing in return for him? he is. angry. and devastatingly depressed about it at the same time. and he’s filled with so many conflicting emotions, because on one side he still truly cares about them, and would do so much for things to go back to the way they were. but on the other side, he is just filled with so much resentment and anger, hatred all built up, the feeling of betrayal and deep, gut wrenching sadness, all swirling together, clouding his mind, mixing with his deep, almost hidden happiness of being actually FREE of all of the hero junk, the responsibility, the destiny, EVERYTHING. he also, even more secretly, enjoys the fighting more now. he doesn’t have to hold back. he can keep going until he burns himself out because that’s what he’s paid to do, damn the consequences. he’s swept up into being more and more violent, even accepting a few hit jobs a couple of times, mainly to see if he could. he could. basically rn he’s an absolute SOUP of conflicting violent emotions and dubious morality. This is the state he’s in when he meets Harumi.

he meets harumi on a job, she was working with the opposite gang, starting to get herself into the crime rings so she could firmly establish the sons of garmadon, (this part might change a bit because i actually have to watch season 8-9-10 lol but i’m getting to it i promise) they end up outside after, ending up sharing a lighter and some smokes, causing them to start talking, and end up opening up a bit and bonding a bit. they end up sort of.... acquaintances. they will talk after a job or before sharing a lighter to smoke sometimes, talking about so many different things. eventually they end up talking abt the ninja and how much they HATE them, harumi egging kai on in his negative emotions towards him, revealing her parents fates. kai ends up revealing the stuff abt his parents, how he was forced to raise his sister from far too young..... eventually revealing that he was, at one time. the red ninja. never again to him though. never again. he’s begun to hate everything he once stood for. harumi has her suspicions, he fit the description of the missing red ninja, from broadcasts and flyers. this was just the kind of business where you don’t ask those kinds of questions. besides, she liked kai. and what better way to get back at the green ninja, the once she hated most, than getting his former teammate on her side?

BUM BUM BUM

So that’s it so far!!!! I hope u like this bro! I have a lot more details and fights in mind, especially when we actually get into season 8 lol, but I don’t wanna spoil anything rn!!!!! Lots of fun stuff I’m planning on posting lol 👀 PLEASE tell me what u think bro..... I crave feedback and criticism..... pls bro.... 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[xianglingslesbian]

ewbts - my top moments

no i will never stop laughing at that abbreviation it’s beautiful. buckle in because this is gonna be long, and probably don’t read it unless you’ve watched/read kuroko’s basketball and like izuki lmaoooo

chapter 1: hatchling, awaken

Izuki swallows. “Why do you all think I can do this?”

Then Kiyoshi turns to him with steel in his eyes (that must be how he got nicknamed Iron Heart - he seriously never backs down!) and asks him very clearly, “Why don’t you?”

Why don’t I think I can be captain?

“Because nobody thought I could be until now.”

aka “ceru is a masochist”, exhibit 1/???. anyway lets hear it for insecurities!!

chapter 2: liftoff

Predictably, Kuroko drags him aside at practice the next day and says, “I have something to tell you, Izuki-senpai.”

Izuki smiles at him. “Is it about your five evil exes?”

Kuroko looks horrified. “My what?!”

i think im funny

chapter 3: crash landing

As Izuki walks off the court, he looks for flashing glasses and grey eyes.

He curses himself for the heavy sadness that falls over him like a blanket when he doesn’t spot them.

yay for “ceru is a masochist” exhibit 2!

Oh, he [Izuki] watched videos of Aomine, came up with strategy after strategy to corner him, but videos and strategies can only go so far. Aomine in real life is something else entirely, a flash of lightning setting the court on fire with the sheer elegance of his crazy street basketball. All one can do is sit back and watch, awed beyond belief. Nothing can curb the wild madness that is Aomine Daiki – unrestrained, gleeful insanity dancing across the court like it’s his playground.

i also rlly like this line, it has some pretty imagery and we all know im a slut for pretty imagery~

chapter 4: a broken bone grows back stronger

“All right,” Koganei says to himself, moving to stand in front of the hoop. “One more time.”

He jumps, raising the ball to just above his face and releasing it. It misses, and he lets out a cry of frustration.

Can he even do this? Is it worth the time?

Koganei bites back the wave of guilt that washes over him at the thought. Izuki, Kiyoshi, Tsuchida, Rinnosuke, Kagami, Kuroko – he’d be letting them down if he didn’t give this his best shot. They’re all so dedicated to basketball that they each have a special skill honed from years of practice and love for the sport. If he can’t bring anything of his own to the table, what will he mean to this team? Seirin makes him want to be a team player, to add his skills to theirs rather than shining on his own. The change is good, yes, but he doesn’t want to stop there – he doesn’t want to be useless.

He will not be useless.

a bit of context: in this fic, since hyuuga did not return, koga became the SG for seirin :D i think my favorite character to develop, apart from izuki, was koganei - it was so fun to imagine all the ways he could have gone!

chapter 5: spreading new wings

All too soon, the day of judgment arrives, and Seirin convenes in the gym one last time before they head off to the Winter Cup building. No one says anything; not Kagami, fresh from his training trip to America, not Izuki, not Kiyoshi or Riko. They simply stand there, breathing in the scent of cleaner and leather and something else that’s so entirely Seirin, and knowing that no matter what happens this Winter Cup, they will return to the gym different people than they were before.

Different, and better.

Then they head out and off to the opening ceremony of the Winter Cup, not looking back once as they do.

yay for more pretty words!!!

“Oh, no worries. The actual motivational part is coming. Anyway, as I was saying – Tōō was just better than us that day. It’s hard to admit, I know: far easier to blame yourself, say you didn’t give it your all, but you know; we all know. It was their day to shine, not ours. But I think we’ve worked hard enough and are in a good enough mindset to change that, today. We aren’t scared or apprehensive about Tōō and Aomine, because we’ve faced them before. We know what attitude they’ll walk into our game with, and that’s what we’re going to exploit!”

“You’re going to exploit,” corrects Tsuchida. “Unlike you, the rest of us aren’t manipulative bastards.”

That raises a bunch of cackles, which quiet down when Izuki gives his team a glare. It doesn’t work on Riko, however, who sniggers under her breath and smirks at him.

izuki highkey sucks at pep talks lmao

chapter 6: ride the storm

Kagami and Aomine were made for each other. Made for this rivalry, this intense competition that will push them to their very limits and carry them onto a plane that no ordinary human can reach. Neither can defeat the other per se - they’re destined to stand neck and neck forever. However, one has a trump card on his side; and that trump card can make all the difference in the world.

Aomine Daiki may be strong, but Kagami Taiga is just as good. And damn him if the power of Kagami’s determination coupled with Kuroko’s unshakeable support won’t overwhelm the undisputed king of basketball.

Move aside, light bulb, Izuki thinks vindictively. The tube light is here to replace you.

pretty words. gay words. i love them (aokaga + izuki being a salt man lmao).

chapter 7: eagle versus aegis

“So bitter,” he [Izuki] reflects aloud, answering Himuro’s question.

That’s the emotion in his eyes. That’s what I might have become, if I had let my anger grow.

And suddenly he isn’t seeing Himuro Tatsuya anymore, but a version of himself, a version with darkened eyes and a mocking smile and pain and rage bubbling below the surface. Immensely talented, but not able to break the last barrier. Because he’s an ordinary man, and it’s as much as an ordinary man can do.

Strong, so strong. But also so terribly, heartbreakingly weak. Weak in a way that today’s Izuki Shun will never be.

GOD where do i even start w/this scene its literally everything i’ve ever wanted to write ksjfhsfj

chapter 8: clawing through mirages

Izuki’s taken aback for a millisecond before he continues his mad dash towards Murasakibara, letting out a war cry as the center makes to simply toss the ball into the hoop.

“It wasn’t their intention,” says a quiet but familiar voice. “But, this is the result of Kiyoshi-senpai and the other upperclassmen’s tenacity.”

Izuki grins, feeling new strength fill him up.

Together, huh? Okay. Together.

“This is where it ends for you!” shouts the voice, becoming stronger.

Not one, but two hands knock the ball out of Murasakibara’s hands and onto the ground. Kuroko shimmers into vision, smiling at Izuki with all the happiness in the world, just as the final buzzer rings.

i loved writing this match tbh, yousen is super underrated!

chapter 9: catch the updraft

21 - 22, in their favour at long last. Izuki grins at Kasamatsu, who shakes his head wearily.

“Using my own advice against me. What a terrible student you are,” he says, affecting an old man’s voice.

“The true student is the one who beats the master at his own game,” Izuki says quickly, sliding back into their familiar banter. “I swore to myself, my drive would beat your drive today, kitakore.”

“When did you get so wise?” asks Kasamatsu with a sigh, ignoring his pun and receiving the ball from Kobori, who was quick to grab it once Koga scored. Izuki just laughs, not bothering to reply and instead focusing carefully on Kasamatsu’s movements.

Kasamatsu shifts his weight right, left, then right again. Izuki narrows his eyes, trying to figure out what the hell his upperclassman is doing—

But it’s far too late, as Kasamatsu successfully passes through his defence in his moment of distraction, ball clutched tightly in hand. The sound of the scoring whistle is shrill and unpleasant to Izuki’s ears, and his chest stings at the loss.

“What was that about the main course?” Kasamatsu teases, wearing an enormous grin as he comes forward to guard Izuki once more. 

izuki + kasamatsu banter is so so fun to write y’all have no idea

chapter 10: headwinds

This is your fault. If you’d been a better captain, a better point guard, a better everything, none of this would’ve happened. Seirin would have been well in the lead and controlling the game—

Izuki shakes his head violently, trying to get rid of his intrusive thoughts. He knows he’s a good captain, and doing this to himself will do no good for the rest of the team. He has to be strong for them. He has to lead them to victory, he can’t be a weak person overwhelmed by emotion. But it’s so hard to breathe, suddenly, and Izuki’s about to sink when—

“Don’t worry, Captain. I’ll take care of this match today,” says a confident and familiar voice, and a hand claps down on Izuki’s shoulder. He turns, a little surprised by the sudden contact, to find Koganei’s cat mouth set in a determined frown. “You can rest your hopes on me. I’ll be Seirin’s wings for as long as you need me to.”

kogazuki brotp feels man. kogazuki brotp feels.

chapter 11: cliff edge

Riko nods, sobering up a little. “I do know. And… I have to admit, I was a little harsh on you in the early days… I kept comparing you to Hyūga-kun.” She looks at the ground briefly, then raises her head to continue, meeting Izuki’s eyes with no hint of doubt in her own brown irises. “But then I saw how different you were. How you were never willing to give up, even if you were the worst player in the world. That’s what… that’s what made me truly believe in you.” She swallows thickly, taking a deep breath, but not averting her gaze from his.

The honesty and trust in her eyes is what shatters Izuki’s calm.

He steps forward, and she rises too, opening her arms. Then he hugs her tightly, murmuring, “Thank you for having faith in me.”

The “Of course. You’re family,” that she whispers back fills Izuki’s already overflowing heart even further.

Eventually, he lets her go, and she drops lightly to the ground, straightening her sweater and skirt.

“We never speak of this,” Izuki warns her, moving towards the door of the room.

Riko nods, back to her usual haughty demeanour. “Of course. No one can know we’re actually big softies who care a lot for each other.”

“To them, we’re just sarcastic jerks,” Izuki agrees. “And that’s the way it stays.”

anyone said izuriko brotp???? this fic is just platonic feels tbh

chapter 12: overcast skies

What should I do? Someone tell me! the voice cries out in Izuki’s head, a voice he hasn’t heard since the loss to Tōō. It is the same voice that whispers all his insecurities in his ear in the dead of night when no one is around to reassure him, the same voice that gave rise to all his fears and worries. It is the voice of the vulnerable and weak part of Izuki, the one that needs someone to guide him with a gentle hand, and he hates it.

It is a voice that, frankly, he never thought he would hear again. Yet, here it is, crying out for attention, screaming for someone to help.

He thought he had left it behind. It turns out he was wrong.

Izuki shoves it deep into his heart with more effort than he’s exerted all game, breathing a heavy sigh when he succeeds in locking it behind the glass wall that keeps his emotions away.

let’s hear it for “ceru is a masochist” exhibit 3~

chapter 13: nosedive

“I don’t know who you are,” Koganei completes his little speech, anger brimming in every part of his being. “But I know that my captain is Izuki Shun, not Akashi Seijūrō. The coach can bench you if she likes; we can fight without our captain, because we know he wants us to win for his sake. We’ve been fighting without him all the match, and we can continue doing so. We don’t need a player that can’t play with the same passion as us!”

Izuki looks at the ground and doesn’t respond. Somewhere within, something is stirring at Koganei’s words. Something that cries out to fill the gap inside him.

Next to speak is Kiyoshi, standing up and executing much the same move as Koga had by yanking Izuki up by his collar. However, Kiyoshi pulls Izuki into a standing position so that Izuki is half-leaning against him.

Brown eyes meet black, and Kiyoshi simply states, “I didn’t expect this from you, Shun.”

Then he rears his fist backwards and punches Izuki in the jaw.

“ceru is a masochist” exhibit 4!

chapter 14: bird of prey

“I just… I didn’t think you’d give up so easily.”

Koganei’s head shoots up. There’s fury in his eyes, and his face is white. His hands are shaking.

Izuki continues, calm and careless as he always is, “Really… after you gave me all that talk at halftime? I don’t believe this is you.”

Koganei’s jaw clenches, and he cries, “But I have done everything I can! He’s just too good—”

“And when has that ever stopped you?” Izuki keeps his voice quiet and even, but it has the gravity he intended it to - Koga falls silent immediately, eyes wide and riveted on him. “When have you ever backed down from fighting? You don’t know the meaning of giving up. You’ve never cared about whether someone’s better than you. I knew a shooting guard once, just like you, and he had the potential to be the greatest in the world. He was held back because he cared that he was worse than others. But you? You never blinked at it, just practised and practised until you could do the impossible.”

His words are getting louder with pride; he’s unable to keep it steady with the outpouring of emotion in his speech.

“Tell me, who can master Ray Allen’s form in one and a half years? Who can be such a rookie at basketball, yet be able to fight an Uncrowned King and respond to a shot that has left all its previous victims unable to move?!” Izuki leans forward and jabs a finger into Koganei’s chest demandingly. “Tell me, who the hell was that?!”

“Me,” Koga whispers timidly, looking down.

ahhhh yay for more platonic comfort and bonding. *izuki voice* yelling is the way to get ur team to get their shit tgt

chapter 15: born to soar

Izuki finds himself moving, barely thinking as he grabs the ball and bawls for an attack. He’s running faster than he ever has, flying up the court like there are wings on his legs. No one follows at his pace - they’re all too far behind.

No one but Kiyoshi.

The rhythm beats louder than ever, a heavy pulse in Izuki’s head and heart. He can feel Akashi on his heels and knows he needs to do something.

One second left—

Izuki’s hands move on their own, passing the ball to the one person he knows that he will always find.

Kiyoshi catches it and jumps.

Fortyfivethirtyfivetwentyfivefifteen—

The ball leaves his hands.

Fivezero—

The whistle blows to end the game. Kiyoshi’s shot hits the backboard and drops straight into the basket. Time stops as a shrill sound screeches into the air and the ref shouts, “124 to 123, Seirin High wins the Winter Cup!”

there we go. the most heartwrenching scene of this chapter ahhhhh

chapter 16: final flight

“We should go. Don’t want to keep them waiting too long,” Kiyoshi says, staring daggers at Hyūga, who to his credit doesn’t flinch but merely stares back.

“Let’s go, then,” Izuki agrees. He looks straight at Hyūga and allows a small, formal smile to play on his lips. Hyūga just nods, accepting the answer.

Izuki nods back, then turns around and starts walking away. But even as he moves toward the exit, something weighs heavily in his tired chest. For the first time in a long time, he isn’t confident in his decision.

Acting on impulse, he turns on his heel and yells out, “Call sometime, maybe!” before walking backwards out the door that Kiyoshi holds for him.

It’s an open-ended suggestion. Hyūga can choose to wallow and ignore it, or he can choose to pick up the phone. Izuki isn’t going to do so either way - he’ll be happy if Hyūga makes that call, but he won’t be terribly sad if he doesn't.

This time, he’s going to be the one that walks forward without looking back.

ahhh okay so this scene means a hella lot to me personally because... i had to grow, the way izuki grew. izuki’s now strong enough to sort of put the olive branch out and say, “take it or leave it,” and if it’s left he’s not gonna be upset. that’s something i really learned with a lot of difficulty and i think that that growth - in both me and him - is a lovely thing.

and there we have it! my favorite moments from each chapter of this story. *cries in a corner* god i can’t believe it’s over...

THANK YOU FOR THE JOURNEY!

[futurewriter2000]

Lovely

A/N: Okay. I have to admit I don’t know anything about Teddy, so I’ll have to work on my Teddy imagines. But please let me know how I did because this imagine is one of my first from the Cursed Child era and I’m a bit insecure and worried. 

REQUEST : Could you do something Teddy Lupin x reader. I just can’t with this cute ass punk cinnamon roll and I rlly need some fanfics of my Teddy bear xx

Teddy Lupin was trouble. He has always been trouble and he wasn’t hiding it.

“ No, no. She was working at the Ministry.” you heard him whisper behind you, making you roll your eyes for what felt for the hundredth time today.

“ Not possible. My dad said she never worked for the ministry that she just came from time to time, sending news and all of that.” James whispered back.

“ Yeah, but you know your dad. He can be wrong a lot of times. Plus I heard Hermione say she actually-”

“ Can the two of you shut up already?” you turned around, whispering in the same voice as them. “ Like, I’m serious I can’t concentrate when the two of you are gossiping like two old ladies.” you glared and they stared. “ Thank you.” you turned around in your seat and grabbed the pencil to start taking notes again.

Teddy leaned over to James, not even asking when James spoke. “ (y/n) (y/l/n). Half-blood. Hufflepuff. Her mum works with Hermione, dad a Muggle, chemist.”

“ Hufflepuff? But I’m Hufflepuff.” he furrowed his eyebrows at James and James shrugged.

“ I don’t know, mate. Even I don’t know all of the Gryffindors in this school and-”

“ I swear to God. I don’t care who sees me but I will jinx both of your arses.” you were now glaring at both of them.

Teddy smiled and leaned on his palms, looking mischievously at you and changing his hair color to red. “ Fancy going to Hogsmeade with me?” he asked, changing his hair color to green, later pink and into blue.

Your eyes moved from his hair to his eyes. “ What?” you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“ I asked. ” he repeated, turning his hair color to red again. “ Fancy...” turning into green. “...going to...” pink. “ ...Hogsmeade...” and blue. “ ...with me?”

You stared at him. Was he serious at the moment? “ Flattered as I am, I’m already going with somebody.” you replied turning back to your notebook.

“ Oh, really? Who is it?” he asked from behind, whispering louder.

“ None of your business.” you replied, glancing up if the professor heard you.

“ Probably that Ravenclaw, Dave. Saw them a few times together.” James whispered to Teddy, loud enough for you to hear.

“ Dave, huh? “ Teddy smirked, glancing from you to the professor. “ He always did pick easy girls.” he whispered loudly, making you turn back at him.

“ You think I’m easy, huh? Then why did you ask me out?”

“ Because you’re easy.” he smirked and you gripped your wand tightly around its core.

“ I’ll show you just how easy I can be.”

And you know the trouble of Teddy Lupin I was mentioning earlier? Well, he sure didn’t try to avoid it.

---

As much as you didn’t want to have detention, it was worth it. You walked into that detention class with your head held high and smirk on your lips.

The wands were on the Professors desk and there were many desks empty. You sat behind one and opened your notebook. If you were stuck here for a few hours you might as well be productive.

“ Afternoon, Professor!” he beamed as he entered the room, placing his wand on the desk and taking a seat next to you. “ Noon.” he looked at you with sweetness in his eyes and leaned his head on his palm.

“ How’s your nose?” you smirked.

“ Poppy mend it but I can still taste the blood.” he smiled and looked down at your notebook. “ Whatcha got there?”

“ None of your business.”

“ You’re really stubborn, aren’t you?” he grinned and you finally looked at him, his eyes emerald green and his hair light brown.

“ Depends to who.” you glanced and turned another page.

Before he could reply, Professor McGonagall was standing in front of him and he looked up at her and grinned. “ Professor?”

“ Mister Lupin.” she pursed her lips into a thin line. “ Will I have to make you go seat a few desks away from Miss (y/l/n)? ”

“ Please, Professor. I’m a Prefect, I need to be seated at the front.” he smiled at her and she kept looking at him. You glanced up at the professor and you swore you saw her smile at him.

“ You may look like so much like your father, but you definitely got your mother’s traits.” she shook her head. “ Always up to no good, she was.”  

You looked at him and you saw his beam disappear into a small simper. He looked up at the mirror up at McGonagall's mirror and as soon as he saw his appearance he changed his hair to blue, as well as his eyes.

You kept looking at him, wondering why? Why did he change his appearance so quickly? Wasn’t he proud to look like his dad?

He was quiet the whole attention. He even pulled out parchment and started writing an essay for Potions. You leaned towards him and whispered. “ Are you okay?”

“ Yeah, why?” his reply was quick and he kept scratching his quill against the parchment.

“ I don’t know. “ you shrugged, looking at him. “ You’ve been kind of quiet since she mentioned your parents.” you spoke really quietly and he stopped writing, staring down and you knew you shouldn’t have said it.

His story was a tragedy. Everybody knew about his parents’ death, his mother’s gift he inherited...

“ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” you moved in front of your desk and stared at your notebook.

“ Yeah, you really shouldn’t.” he snapped and returned back to his essay, his hair color turning into a dark shade of red.

---

He didn’t talk to you since then and all the time you felt really horrible for offending him like that. You didn’t think it would have such a big effect on him. You tried not to think about it too much but it was hard since he was in the same house as you.

But you wanted to apologize to him, so you waited for him when he was patrolling the halls. You waited in the warm and cozy common room, clutching your phone and falling asleep with music blasting in your ears. There were a few parchments on the table as you tried to write an essay for your Potions class as well.

He entered the common room and saw you curled up on the sofa, snoozing as one earphone fell from your ear and he could hear a guitar playing from it. He smiled and walked towards you.

He knew you’ve been trying to talk to him but he didn’t want to talk about it. He never wanted to hear about his parents. He never likes the subject of his werewolf dad and half-blood mother. He only loved hearing it from Harry and his grandmother as they always told them how brave they were, fighting for what was right.

He placed his hand on your shoulder and lightly shook you. You quickly jerked awake and looked up, another earphone falling from your ear. “ Hey.” you smiled and quickly sat up.

“ You waited?” he smiled and sat on the small desk behind him.

“ Yeah, yeah.” you shook your head a bit, trying to shake off the sleepiness that kept washing over you. “ I wanted to apologize...for what I said at that detention.”

“ Not about the broken nose?” he chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“ You deserved it. We both know it.” you smiled and pulled out the earphones from your phone as it kept blasting music. “ I didn’t know you’d be mad but I just want you to know that I don’t care what they say about them. I think they were pretty brave for what they died for.” you said and his hair colour turned back to light brown as his eyes into emerald.

“ Yeah... I know you didn’t mean anything bad by saying it. I just don’t like talking about them.” he mumbled, avoiding your gaze.

“ Why not?” you asked, your heart racing at the thought of stepping over the line.

“ I’m just mad they left me, I guess. And I don’t know it but my hair and eyes always turn like my dads. I can’t help it and it happens when I’m around Harry or grandma but last time happening in detention...I don’t know...” he shrugged. “I guess I didn’t expect it.”

“ They didn’t leave you, Teddy. They left for you.” you placed your hand on his. “ They fought for you because they didn’t want you to live in the world where Voldemort was in charge. They loved you.”

“ You sound like Harry.” he smiled and looked down at your touching hands.

“ Well, good to know I might be the Chosen one as well.” you joked and he chuckled. “ Be proud of them, that’s all I’m saying.”

“ I am. “ he smiled, looking you with his emerald eyes. “ But you know what would make me a bit better right now?” he grinned and you looked at him confused.

“ What?”

“ A date. “ he wiggled his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes. “ You know...for breaking my heart.”

“  Breaking your heart?!” you scoffed, smiling at him and slightly pushing him away. “ I think you’ll live.”

“ It’s just one date.” he got on his knees and placed his arms on your lap. “ I know you fancy me, (y/n). You wouldn’t be waiting for me in the common room if you didn’t.” he looked with the same sweetness as he did before.

“ Alright. One date but you better make it a good one.”

[ellygoesnyooom]

can i please request a scenario of the first big fight between zen and mc please? maybe she’s jealous, maybe she sees something and misunderstands? zen says something rlly hurtful as well. but can it please have a fluffy end? thanks!

Oooh, I had too much fun writing this I may or may not have bawled my eyes out too but. I made sure to have a happy ending after the angst. I sure needed some fluff after this ;~; It is suuupper long, so the post is going underneath the cut so that I’m not actually hogging everyone’s dash. I hope you enjoy this Zen angst, anon!

The first year and a half of your relationship was amazing for the two of you

It was exciting and new. Everything he did amazed you and captured your complete attention

Every kiss, every touch filled your stomach with those damn butterflies you hate, but you always found yourself looking for more

When he would look at you with those crimson eyes filled with adoration and love for just you, it melted your heart

He was yours

Out in public, he would wrap an arm around your shoulder and hold you close. If not that, his hand was wrapped securely around yours. His thumb would rub circles into the back of your hand, and if he was feeling silly, he would swing your linked arms back and forth, too

The paparazzi, in the beginning, used to unnerve you a bit, but after a while, much like zen had, you learned to tune out the occasional flash of a camera

When fans would come up to the two of you, most would gush about how adorable the two of you were, and asked for pictures with the two of you

Zen basked in the spotlight, and occasionally, you would step away and allow them to focus completely on his

Sometimes you two encountered fan who ignores you or jeers at you about how ‘you don’t look good together’ or how you ‘are ruining Zen’s image’. In those instances, Zen would excuse the two of you, walk a bit away, and sweep you up in his arms in a grand romantic gesture before pressing a kiss to your lips

It was as if he was giving them an ‘in your face’ sort of thing. He loved when you got all flustered afterwards

There were times things got a little bumpy, like when he had a role that forced him to stay out late at rehearsals. You were worried sick for him, as he would come home around nearly midnight looking absolutely wiped, but he would always sit up a little bit to talk with you, if you were awake

But, lately things were getting much more rocky than usual

He was starting to change, slightly at first. Your two year anniversary was fast approaching, and you thought he would become more friendly and romantic as the date neared

Instead, he started to become a bit more distant, almost cold. He stayed out late, and when he got home, he barely said hello before he went to shower and go to bed

He left you home more often than not, and romantic gestures were becoming few and far between

At first you didn’t worry too much. He was just tired from rehearsal. He would come around once they let up on him

That day came and went, and it seemed to be getting worse rather than better

He left early in the morning to work out, came back home for about twenty minutes to change and shower quick before leaving again for rehearsal.

He threw himself into rehearsal, leaving little time for you

The paparazzi noticed this, as they usually do, and whenever you went online, you found various articles surrounding yours and Zen’s relationship. Some of them made you snort with how ridiculous they were, others worried you more than they should have. You tried to not let them bother you, but they inevitably did

You tried to avoid them, but avoiding the articles seemed to make them seek you out

One day, while you were preparing some dinner in hopes that Zen would come home early enough to eat it, one of your close friends sent you a link to an article. You almost ignored it, but curiosity got the better of you and you set down the knife you were using to chop a tomato and opened the link

The contents made your stomach roil

It was an article from one of the more trustworthy celebrity news sites, and the title jumped out at you. “Has rising actor Zen taken a new lover?”

Right underneath was a series of images, of your boyfriend, walking besides a leggy redhead. They both had a smile on their faces that made your heart ache.

A few seemed like a stretch to say they were ‘lovers’, as it just looked like two friends walking down the street chatting

But, a few caught your eye. Two in particular, actually.

In the first, they were standing underneath an overhang of a cafe as it rained. He was putting his signature grey jacket around the woman’s shoulders as she looked up at him with a grin. The second, most likely taken seconds if not minutes apart, he had his arm around her shoulders as she rested her head on his shoulder. His face was hidden as he looked to the side, not at her, but her eyes were in full view, and showed nothing but pure adoration and pure happiness.

The images made your blood run cold in your veins. Was this why he was so distant lately? Of course, right on time for your anniversary, too!

You finished dinner, but instead of setting the table and waiting for him to come home, you made yourself a plate and put his in the fridge instead with a note to heat up

You printed out the article and set it on the table with a note for Zen before you went to bed. You needed to sleep, and try to forget this whole mess, at least for a bit

When you woke up, it was to a hand shaking you awake. You knew exactly who it was, and opened your eyes to see Zen standing above you. A quick glance at the alarm clock told you it was nearly 2am

“Since when do you listen to tabloid articles, MC?” You sat up and rubbed your eyes, still half asleep. The lamp was on beside your bed. Huh. You swore you turned it off…

It took a second for your brain to catch up to what happened, but finally, it did, and you were mad

“Zen, do you have eyes that work? Look at the pictures! What am I supposed to think?”

A look you had never seen flashed across his face: anger. Pure anger. “Am I not allowed to have a life outside of you? I’m not allowed to have female friends?”

“Not if you are going to leave me, your girlfriend, home alone most days to go play with your new toy!” His crimson eyes that once held so much adoration and love for you only held anger and hostility. “She is not a toy, and I would appreciate it if you would trust me more! Ask me instead of going to these stupid tabloids!”

“How am I supposed to come to you when you aren’t around? Answer me that, Zen! You leave early, and come back late! I barely get a glance from you before you go to sleep! How am I supposed to ask you if you avoid me all the time?”

“Just ask! What’s so hard? Pull me aside and ask me! Jesus, MC, I didn’t know you were that airheaded! Stop worrying so much and let me make my own decisions! Maybe they were right...”

Him calling you an airhead hurt, but you wanted to know who was right. “‘They’? Who?”

“Nobody, MC. I’m going to get ready for bed.” He started to walk away from the bed, but you jumped out from underneath the covers and grabbed his arm, yanking him around. “Answer me! Who was right?”

He looked you dead in the eye. “The fans who said you are wrong for me. If you can’t trust me enough to let me have friends and care about my friends, then I don’t know why I’m still trying. They must be right.”

Before you could stop yourself, you slapped him hard across the face. His face jerked to the side with the force, freezing for a second before turning back to you. His eyes were wide, and most of the hostility was gone, replaced by shock. “How dare you, Zen.”

Without another word, you shoved him out of the room and slammed the door. Thank goodness it locked from the inside

You plopped down on the bed and let a few angry tears slide down your face as you pondered what to do next. It was 2am. Yoosung may be awake, but too deep into LOLOL to notice her calls, plus his apartment was so cramped. Jaehee was so busy, you felt bad bothering her. Jumin would probably not hesitate to let you stay for a bit, but he was so formal and you weren’t too close to him anyways. Seven was your last option. If he didn’t answer, you would call Jumin.

You quickly called him, and to your surprise, he picked up with a usual cheesy greeting. “S-seven, can I stay at yours for a little bit?” He could hear the waver in your choked up voice, and all jokes vanished. He quickly agreed, and told you he would be there to pick you up in a few.

He didn’t ask questions, and you were thankful as you packed up some of your belongings in a duffel bag and waited for his text

Zen never bothered you, and you were glad

Seven finally arrived and you came out of the room. Zen was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. There was an open beer can in front of him

His head shot up when you came out, and fell when he saw the duffel bag. “MC? Where are you going?” You glared at him. “This airhead is going to leave. Obviously this won’t work.”

“Where will you go?”

“None of your business. Have a good night, Zen. Feel free to invite that girl over, I won’t be back anytime soon.” This silenced him, allowing for you to escape to Seven’s car

He didn’t ask any questions again, just silently unlocked the car and let you slide in

As you pulled away, you could see Zen standing in the doorway. Your heart shattered slightly as you watched him turn and shut the door, and let a few tears slip again

He told you you could stay as long as you needed. He was much different than in the chatroom; maybe it was the situation, but he was much more mellow, and very little jokes escaped

Most of the time he worked, leaving you to your own devices, which you didn’t mind. He had little trinkets all around that caught your attention

You spent most of the days there cleaning his house to keep busy and avoid thinking about him

Zen didn’t try to call, and not surprisingly didn’t show up at seven’s doorstep. Part of you wished he would show up and beg for your forgiveness, but you weren’t sure how to handle it if he did

Your dreams were filled with him, and eventually you stopped sleeping, for fear of seeing him

Seven took notice, and when you did sleep, he could hear you crying out his name from in his office. It broke his heart. He had never been more mad at Zen than at that moment

One day, around two weeks after you came to his bunker, Seven left to grab some food. Your being there forced him to go out and refill the fridge with healthy food

Later, you heard someone trying to get into the bunker. You assumed it was Seven, but when the door opened, it wasn’t Seven’s voice that you heard

“MC?” Zen called into the bunker, and your blood ran cold. How had he gotten in?

You sat stone-faced on the couch, knowing you couldn’t hide, not anymore. Finally he appeared

He was dressed impeccably in a silver suit and tie. In his arms was a large bouquet of flowers. He chuckled nervously, but it faded at your appearance

You must have looked horrible. When was the last time you had even bothered to look in a mirror, to care about your appearance in the last two weeks? Well, good. Let him see what he did to you

“How did you get in here?”

“Seven helped me with the password.” he seemed genuinely nervous, eyes darting around the room. Everywhere but at you. “Zen, I don’t-”

“Please, just listen to me? I want to explain why things happened like they did. Even if you want to… want to break up… let me explain before you decide.” His eyes finally landed on you, and they looked… remorseful?

With a sigh, you nodded, and he came over, setting the flowers down gently on the floor before sitting down beside you.

“Where do I start…” you told him the beginning, and with a deep breath, he started.

“Okay, so it started about a few months ago. You brought up going on vacation with me. You talked about all of these places, and I felt horrible for not being able to take you. You looked so beautiful while talking about seeing France, Germany, London, Canada. So, I decided I would get you to at least one of those places. So, I started to work more. I took on more roles to try and get more money, and took up other jobs to get the money. I started to get distant because I was working so hard to collect the money to get you to one of your dream places. I was exhausted, but determined.”

He paused to let this sink in, then continued. “Do you remember that lady from the gossip article?”

Anger started to boil up at the mention of her. He reached out to soothe you, but quickly thought better of it, returning his hand to his lap. He twiddled nervously with the cuff of his jacket. “She was going to give me a modeling job that would one, put me out there more, and two, give me plenty of money. You know how much I hate modelling jobs, MC. I prefer acting, but I was going to do it to get you the money.” He gave you a soft smile before continuing.

“I had been planning the modelling job with her for a while, and had only gone out with her that one day to discuss it over lunch. The images where from when we were walking to lunch, and it started raining. She didn’t bring a jacket or an umbrella, and was shivering, so I wrapped her in my jacket and put an arm around her to keep her warm. I had no idea that it would happen, or that she had romantic feelings towards me. I do not return those feelings in the slightest, I promise, MC. But those tabloids, you can’t believe them. They usually are fake, or have twisted the truth. You can believe me, though, MC. I promise to you, and swear on everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve, that I am telling the honest truth to you. Can you forgive me?”

His eyes were glassy, but when you looked at his face, it held nothing but regret and sadness. No hint of a lie. He was telling the truth.

“... do you really think I am an airhead? And that the fans that say that mean stuff are true?” His face fell as you spoke the words, and he didn’t hesitate to wrap you in his arms. It felt so good. You missed his arms around you

“No, no, no! MC, I know I said those words, but it was late, and I was exhausted. I didn’t mean them, and I’ve regretted the words ever since you left. You are not an airhead, nor are the mean fans right. You are gorgeous and smart and sharp-minded and the most important person to me. I was a douche to you, and I’m so sorry. Can you… can you forgive me?” You already knew your answer, and knew it since you saw him appear in front of you with that bouquet

You nodded, and his chest heaved. Was he crying? The wetness on your head soon after confirmed it

The two of you sat holding each other, crying softly. Zen pressed kisses to the top of your head as his hands rubbed your back soothingly. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” he chanted like a mantra

Finally, you two leaned back, and he kissed you quickly on your lips. You greeted his kiss happily.

“Oh, MC. Can you pack up your things and shower real quick? We have a plane to catch soon.” You looked at him confused until he picked up the flowers and pulled two pieces of paper out of his suit pocket, handing them to you. “Happy Anniversary, Jagi~” You took the flowers and tickets out of his hands and set them down, smashing your lips to his. “I love you, Zen, I’m sorry about jumping to conclusions. I was just upset. But thank you for this, you didn’t need to.”

“Of course I did.” He pushed the hair out of your face and peppered kisses to your cheekbones and nose. “Now, go get ready. Seven will be back soon, and Paris awaits us. I already packed your bag. It would have been really awkward if you turned me down after I did all of this.” He laughed nervously

With a final kiss and a giggle, you bounded to the bathroom to shower

When you finished, Zen had already packed your items and was waiting in the living room, talking to Seven. Both men’s eyes darted to you, but Zen’s lit up more than Seven’s, who's eyes looked more relieved than anything. “Ready, babe?”

“Ready.” You thanked Seven for letting you stay, and he hugged you tightly, poking you gently in the side teasingly when you pulled away.

You and Zen left Seven’s house hand in hand, crawled into the taxi, and cuddled up to each other on the way to the airport.

You had never been more glad to have Zen, and more in love with him, in your life. You gave him a quick kiss and snuggled up into his side as he wrapped an arm protectively around you.

 “So, are we going to french kiss in France?”Okay, maybe not. You scowled playfully and went to move away until he yanked you back pleading you not to. “Sorry sorry, that was bad! But… can we?” \

Yes, you were sure. You loved him.