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edelfie · 2 months ago

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#𝓣𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘! in her lowest era.

#summary. everyone knows hot girls exude an air of nonchalant confidence at all times. but sometimes, hot girls let the negativity of others get to them. so what is a good friend supposed to do when they have a depressed, insecure hot girl on their hands? remind her of exactly what she is of course—hot! (adverse side effects may include: heartache, enlarged ego, superiority complex, and undesired memories).

or, you have to hit rock bottom before you can reach the top—that entails reliving the moments before the worst decision of your life.

#content warning. discussion of cheating, mentions of edibles/acid, swearing, suicide jokes, Y/N is a hater (as she should be tho tbh)

— TOKYO, 5:47AM

Sometime last night, you had started crying.

The popcorn ceiling stared back at you as the fan blew lukewarm air across your face. There were tear tracks staining your face, marring it in an ugly visage of an emotion you thought you wouldn’t feel. You're certain the rims of your eyes were swollen, an ugly, angry shade of red. The same could be said about your nose and cheeks, which were warm to the touch.

There were deep imprints along your skin from the position you fell asleep in. You must've been cradling your face with your hand as you could trace dents in your forehead that aligned with your fingers. And even the morning after, you can still recall the tightening of your chest as you read Tendou’s messages. It’s a frightening emotion; sadness. And all for what?

Tendou’s words rang true within you, and while they sucked to hear it wasn’t enough to make you shed a tear. You understand where he was coming from, even if you were disappointed in yourself for not realizing it sooner. Would’ve been nice to not have wasted 10 years…

But it was what came after your conversation that truly depressed you to your breaking point. It was an offhand comment that was meant to lift you up, except it only made you spiral further.

“I don’t want to hurt you Y/N.”

Such words were often heard by you, and in your youth it severely pissed you off. You remember storming into your dorm and ranting to your roommate about receiving a similar comment. It always set you off to be perceived as fragile, someone sensitive and easy to break. Maybe that’s why people stopped telling you as you got older—then knew how sensitive you were to it.

But instead of the mildly aggravating memories of your childhood, your mind jumped to him and a stupidly ironic text he sent you just weeks ago. And so, as soon as you finished talking with Tendou, you opened the old text thread and searched for it.

If Yachi knew you still kept his number, she would give you a well-deserved scolding. You, on the other hand, prefer to keep the texts—written proof that you weren’t crazy for being as head-over-heels as you were, that none of it was fake (to your knowledge at least).

So, you laid in bed, scrolling absentmindedly through your old texts. You tried not to get choked up at the thought of leaving it all behind—all the jokes, the chemistry, the memories shared. You were not fruitful in your task.

You aren’t normally the type of person to be angsty about showing emotions. You didn't like the thought of you growing too big for your britches, either—that you gained some sort of complex of being above humanity despite have minimal success. But this felt like something childish to cry over.

The thought—no, the reminder—of crying over him of all people made you reel in disgust. To think you wasted tears on him, of all people. The same tears you shed when your family dog died, when you held your baby cousin for the first time, when you left—

He wasn't worth any of them. In fact, he wasn’t worth salt, nor the dirt at the bottom of your shoes. But that's the funny thing about emotions; they defy all logic and reasoning. You knew what you were getting into when you hooked up the first time, and then the second, and the third. And yet, you still feel the immense grief and pain of a familiar memory.

You didn’t cry nearly as hard for any of your previous breakups. Sure, you occasionally thought about the guy you dated for two years, and same with the girl who used you dry then ran. Sometimes you shed a few tears over them, but it was always in the metaphorical sense. What if I did this thing, what if they did that thing, etcetera.

It’s unfair to compare most of your past exes to the selfish man that is Miya Atsumu and the entanglement he wrapped you in. Because ever since that morning you woke up to your number blocked and his ass far away where you can’t reach him, you noticed something about him.

There was something uniquely cruel within him, and it was revealed as you saw just who he was reflecting back at you—a visage of a man who cares for nobody but himself.

There was a time in which you did consider Atsumu to be human, but you have since revoked that right. After all, he approached you looking for a good time. He claimed to want a future with you, but he must’ve been confused. And when he was done milking you like a cow, he vanished. To his richer, prettier, socially acceptable girlfriend—pardon, fiancée.

He got the luxury of whoring around with you, while painting you as the evil, manipulative temptress. Never mind the fact that they were broken up, even if him cozying up in her bed when he should’ve been next to you complicated things. Yet not a single person raised hell to call him what he was—an arrogant, insecure, pampered little boy.

And now look at him. One of Japan’s darlings, an Olympic champion, and now a soon-to-be family man. Miya Atsumu got his way, as he always does. And you were the damn fool for playing the part.

You realized in an instant what had occurred, and with it came a pain that many fail to understand. You were used, both as a shield and as a glorified sex doll. But you weren’t even good enough—worth enough—to keep around. You just had to be tossed out when you weren’t a fun, shiny new toy anymore.

Desperately did you wish these past few months were all some sick, twisted dream, which you would awake from and laugh with your friends about. You’d tell them how, in the dream, you were dating a total douchebag with a serious Madonna-Whore complex, you graciously playing the whore, of course. But at least then you could wake up and breathe in relief that it wasn’t true.

The clock on your side table ticked silently, its hour hand barely past 6. You knew you had to rise soon and begin your day, but for now you were okay with laying and wallowing in your frustration. Only when you get it out of your system will you be able to think clearly and plan ahead.

Of all the girls he could’ve picked, Miya Atsumu picked you. Unfortunately for him, you had already sworn to yourself long ago to never be taken advantage of and made a fool ever again. And he has no idea what’s coming for him.

Someone, somewhere, must’ve said something along the lines of “There is inspiration to be found all around you.” In your groggy state of mind, you couldn’t be bothered to probe further as to who the quote belonged to. What you did know was that you were bombarded by such inspiration. And if you weren’t in such a rush for work, that would almost be a good thing.

Despite your aspirations of being a globally sensationalized popstar, you were still (for the mean time) just a normal person. A normal person with a large Twitter following, but one nonetheless. The money you took in from streaming was chump change, and any gigs willing to hire you would only cover a month of rent on a good day.

To put the god-awful cherry on top, you were now without a label. While being signed was supposed to help you get more attention and produce better quality music, it didn’t translate into anything tangible. After one album and three EPs, your label dropped you, along with an inconceivable amount of debt that you now owed them. Briefly you’ve considered picking up another job or two to pay for it all, but you weren’t sure if it would actually help—you weren’t college educated after all.

Still, you moved on with your life and have dropped songs here and there over the past four years. They all did significantly worse than your previous stuff—having minimal promotion, poor sound mixing, and no cohesion between them. It was during this period that you met Yachi, Asahi, and Terushima, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Those three have saved your ass from total irrelevancy many times over, and often just out of the goodness of their hearts.

It does make you feel as though you’re using them sometimes. Even though you know they mean well by refusing to accept payment from you, you still hate the idea of being indebted to them like you are with your old label.

You have to remind yourself that they’re nice people who would never do that to you. Not when they know how you’re so broke, you’ve taken to learning how to produce your own music and bought your own microphone with money you’ve saved over the years. You’ve even picked up a side gig DJ-ing at a popular Tokyo club. That’s what the majority of your followers know you from, unfortunately.

Regardless, you stumble through your tiny studio apartment, opening the small storage closet you workshopped into an actual closet, curtesy of your landlord.

“Where the hell did I put it…” you mutter.

Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets as you try to pick out your apron among the mass of clothes threatening to fall off their hangers. It’s no use though—the black of your apron is bound to blend in with every other item you own.

Forcing a gap with both your arms, you hurriedly make your way through each hanger, panting at the weight pressing down on your hands. If it weren’t for the clatter of flimsy metal against wood, you likely wouldn’t have realized something fell. Gaze following the noise, you feel a pitter-patter in your heart at the sight.

The men's hoodie laid dead on your dusty floor, the number 13 across the back peeling away.

Of course he would leave it here. Was this supposed to be funny to him? Some sick, twisted mind game he was playing at you with so that he can live in your head? Or was he truly just such an airhead he didn't do his due diligence in cleaning house?

You knew it was the latter, but still...the blood boiled under your skin as you picked the hoodie up with your foot and slung it across your room as best you could. You'd rather be burned by the rays of a thousand suns than relieve the day you received it.

It took another five minutes before you found your work uniform and apron, quickly ushering yourself into your bathroom to get ready. Somehow, though, it seems the universe has it out for you today—everywhere you turned you were reminded of Atsumu, for worse.

You go to make your breakfast for once? There's leftovers of his still in the fridge. You wanted to be productive and throw out the trash before you left? Too bad, a shard of a plate he broke poked out of the bag and cut you. You go to grab your house keys by the door, fed up by this insanity? There's a matching keychain hanging off of it.

Truly, the ridiculousness of it all left you winded, slamming your door behind you before jogging down your apartment stairs. You just had to leave before it all became too much. Otherwise, then next time your coworkers saw you would be a broadcast from NHK on a woman jumping off the Tokyo Skytree.

As you approach a familiar stoplight, you relax slightly knowing the little cafe you work at is just a few blocks away. The light turns red right as you near it, forcing you to stop dead in your tracks. There are a few other people standing near you, most looking down at their phones or chatting casually.

For whatever reason though, as if you were possessed, you chose against burying your face in your phone and instead looked around the mini plaza. The buildings around you were covered in various promotional art and advertisements. It was there that you locked eyes with Miya Atsumu.

"I don't see what's so special over here." You tease, a smile tugging at your lips.

The blonde besides you cries out, "What?! It's totally the best spot in all of Tokyo!"

"And why should I believe you, 'Tsumu?"

His body moves before his mouth does, pointing directly behind and above you. You turn to look, only to be met by a giant billboard of his face.

"Because I'm in it, obviously." He's clearly proud of it by how his tone vibrates, though not quite confident as his ears are a pinkish-tinge.

You're silent for a few moments. The mammoth before you should feel mocking, as if making fun at your painful normalcy. But it doesn't. By some grace of God, Miya Atsumu is able to make you feel entirely okay with being 'normal', at least for the time being.

When you turn back towards him, he seems more nervous than before. His posture is tense, eyes searching yours while expecting disapproval. It's hard not to giggle at the way his own blow wide when you smile instead.

"Well...don't get too comfortable then, because I'll be up there next."

He laughs heartily, a sound you wish to keep inside a music box—a birdcage of your own making. You stumble forward as he swings an arm around your shoulder, leaning down to your ear.

"I'd like that, doll, but only if I'm in it with you."

The light of the crosswalk turns white, and you're sure you've never walked faster in your life.

Someone must’ve slipped an edible in your drink. That, or you’re still asleep and trapped in a bad dream. A nightmare, actually—the worst nightmare of all time possibly.

Your morning was actually rather uneventful up until this point, sans a few traumatic flashbacks. You arrived to work on time with seconds to spare, quickly tying your apron around your waist and shoving your keys and phone in the pockets. Thankfully your coworkers were kind enough to not mention your frazzled state and silently worked as you assumed your position at the register.

There was an even split of new customers and regulars—a college girl who you’ve served the same iced latte since she was in high school, a woman and her child who will fall to the floor in tears over a cake pop, and a man with the prettiest eyes behind his square glasses. You don’t have the privilege of knowing his order by heart, but the smile playing on his face makes you wish you did.

As you called out another name attached to another face in the crowd, you foolishly allowed yourself to believe today would be normal. It only took a sharp chime of the bell for that to change.

“Welcome in!” You call out the words before you look up.

You can sense the person approaching the counter, stopping a liberal distance away from yourself. They seem to not know what they want or aren't that big of a talker as the only noise you hear is the calm ambiance of the cafe. A heavy feeling of suspense washes over you at once, simultaneously willing you to look up and avoid eye contact. How weird.

Finally, you lift your gaze only to wish you never had.

(Correction: You wished, rather, that you were never born. That way you wouldn't be forced to interact with a disinterested Lia Handa as she stands before you.)

It seems Fate is a cruel mistress, and you have earned her ire today. That's fine. It's cool, even. So long as you pick the right dialogue options, you'll survive this interaction and maybe won't be turned into a gossip piece afterwards. If you weren't tripping on acid before, you definitely were now.

All your worry was misplaced, however, as Lia didn't make any comments towards you. She didn't even look in your general direction for that matter—eyes flipping between the menu and her phone with as much excitement as she could muster. None, it seems.

You suppose this is more favorable than her causing a needless scene or being overly rude and demanding. Still, it irks at you either way. The woman before you, while not your number one enemy, is certainly high up on your list. She allows her fans to harass and slander you despite herself being the homewrecker, and here she is in front of you acting...normal?

No, that's not even the word for it. She's acting as though you don't exist—and you're positive that if she even bothered to treat you as a human and not a mindless capitalist slave she would realize just who you are, and suddenly she would be acting a lot different.

She looks down at the pastry cabinet without much enthusiasm, as expected. Her eyes scanned long enough for it to be awkward before she pointed at one, forcing you to lean your head over to see the one she wanted. Oh, you hated her. Even if you didn't before, you sure as do now.

Still, you take out a small bag and reach into the cabinet to pull out the pastry. It was at that moment that Lia receives a call, cutting you off from asking her how many she wanted. She flips her hair over her should with a heavy sigh, pressing answer and holding the phone up to her ear. Her voice is lighting-quick, yet drags on long enough to be grating.

"Um, ma'am?" The words burned like a poison on your tongue. You consider ripping hers out as she doesn't glance at you, asking "What?" in thinly-veiled annoyance.

"How many do you want?"

She holds up two fingers, still talking and looking down as she fishes for her wallet in her purse. You place the bag with the pastries—cutely designed cookies you saw go viral on Instagram a few days ago—on the counter, swapping it for the credit card she placed. You briefly consider stealing her card information, but she'd surely notice and be even more pissed at you if you did. You can't go around ruining your own reputation like that!

Still, you're almost impressed at how skillfully she ignores you. It's so effectively aggravating you may have to start implementing it in your own life. After all, if you dare to complain about it to anyone else, they wouldn't understand the depth of how insulting it is. Especially as you're forced to watch her walk off, pastries in hand, while you're the only one left with any residual feelings.

Digging a hand into her brown paper bag, she balances her phone between her ear and shoulder. You notice how when she speaks in English, she talks a mile and minute, and if you were a better woman you would assume that was why she was so quiet. But you’re not, and you’re convinced she’s just a bitch.

There is a slim part of your humanity that wishes to crawl out, wishing to be fair for her sake. Maybe she’s just having a bad day, or gets shy talking in public. There are lots of people who feel more confident when posting content online versus interacting in person!

But as you watch her take a bite of that cookie, the words “Taste Me!” iced in baby blue on it, and witness as she reels in disgust and quickly spits it back out…yeah, you’re feeling like a bitch. Especially when a sentence pops into your head, as if sent down in the form of a prophecy by some higher being:

“You’ll just have to taste me when he’s kissing you.”

BLIND ITEMS! —

## this foreign-born beauty influencer was spotted at a cafe this morning trying pastries. however, from her cold demeanor towards staff to her loud talking on a not-so-important seeming phone call, it seems she lacks basic manners. the cherry on top is, of course, when she spit out her food as soon as she took a bite, right in front of the cashier. [revealed: lia handa]

## the self-proclaimed better-twin athlete seems to be living out his final bachelor days. he was caught making out with a fan at a party before downing way too many drinks to be sexy. he then proceeded to make a drunken fool of himself, much to the discomfort of everyone else. [revealed: miya atsumu]

sera_pent. NOOOOO NOT MY FAVS

kelpkelp. y is any1 surprised? lol — justagirl. ikr, as if they haven't been on an off since forever

elmosupremecy. heartless influencers being heartless influencers, shocking ! — leobaby. right, like ofc your fav is awful, they're fucking famous — garagoesgaga. as if your fav is better, yet you worship the ground she walks on — elmosupremecy. does y/n just live in your head rent free? literally get a life LMAO

NOTES! —

Hello, hello! Another day, another late post and a fundraiser. In memorial of the tragedy at Appalachian High School earlier today, our fundraiser is the Sandy Hook Promise. The Sandy Hook Promise Organization is dedicated to fighting against school-based gun violence and protecting children. You don't have to donate money to support their cause, as there are many volunteer and advocacy opportunities available to make the voices demanding meaningful change against gun violence heard. For more information on the Organization, you can visit their website here and directly donate to their cause here.

It’s come to my attention that in all my notes, I appear to be a serial yapper…I was going to make this one shorter but I changed my mind, so too bad! Anyways, this chapter was very cathartic to write LOL. I, too, was cheated on in the not-so-distant past (aka 2 years ago), but I still feel the effects of it every now and then. To me, it felt exactly as I described it within Y/N, so I hope it resonates with someone else!

Anyways, I fear the last chapter was a flop…at least in my books LOL. I promise I’m not trying to rush through anything—Y/N being insecure is not a plot point of this story, so think of her lowest low as a fruitful beginning! Hence the title LOL. Besides, I think writing text convos is my least developed skill—I’m much more in my element writing full paragraphs, which is saying something since this chapter is pretty janky at parts. So! This is a very convoluted way to say that i changed some of the screenshots towards the end of last chapter, so go back and read that if you want back in on the loop! It's nothing too serious (I think) but just some minor things. I might also change Asahi's thoughts on Y/N but likely not, since it's not really meant to be an 'accurate' reflection of her character, just how he sees her yk.

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crusty-chronicles · 1 year ago

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BONUS AIRHEADED S/O HEADCANNONS: Zoro (One Piece)

An: I wanna face plant in his tits. 👉👈

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Zoro knows you're stupid

He knows

But he'll still take your advice like you actually know what you're talking about

Resulting in it back firing at him 90% of the time

"Hey! Which snakes are poisonous again?" He asked after getting bit by one.

"Red and yellow will kill a fellow. Red and black are friends of Jack." You recite proudly, remembering what Robin thought you.

"Okay, so what does this count as."

He holds up a bright yellow snake.

"Um.... Probably not venomous."

It was indeed venomous and poor Chopper had a heart attack trying to come up with an antidote.

Especially after Zoro kept insisting 'he was fine' and 'he'd tough it out.'

Honesty, he doesn't care if you're stupid most of the time.

Luffy's just as dumb and look at him.

Well, maybe don't. But it doesn't change the fact that he's already following one idiot around.

What's one more?

You leave out food? For the ants??? So they don't get hungry?????

"You're gonna cause an infestation in the kitchen...Wait, never mind. You're doing a good job."

He'll help you put the blame on Ussop just so Sanji can continue to suffer.

"What do you mean you broke the fish tank!?!? Franky's gonna be pissed!"

"That stingray was looking at me funny."

You gesture towards a fish that was not a stingray.

Honestly you give him a headache most days.

But he's too lazy to worry about what you do

As long as you don't rope him in.

He also won't baby you.

Rather, he helps cover up whatever trouble you caused or just laughs off your antics.

Partner in crime, at least until Nami finds out

Then you're officially on your own.

He still loves you tho

Just from a distance 👉👈

You probably came along a little after Thriller Bark.

Joining from the island they were currently resting at because according to Luffy, 'They're really cool.'

Which is never enough reason to join the crew.

But it's not hard to see what he meant when he asked you to 'do the thing' and you tore a tree up from its roots.

Yeah, you can stay

Just don't cause trouble.

He warms up to you after a while.

Namely seeing you interacting with Nami and her actually smiling.

If Nami likes you, then either she was gonna hurt you or you must've been genuinely a good person.

(It's because she'll tell you to do something and unlike their captain, you don't complain.)

You also get on Sanji's nerves, which immediately puts you in his good graces.

There isn't an isolated moment or anything leading up to him falling for you.

He was just watching you mess around with Luffy and Chopper when he realized he liked your laugh.

Then your smile

And when you caught him starting, you waved with an overly excited expression.

Like a puppy

And it makes heat flood to his cheeks, forcing him to turn away.

Zoro is about as romantic as a rock.

There's no way he's going to court you

If you're expecting a date, then I've got some bad news.

However ☝️

Zoro's way of flirting is inviting you to train with him

You're the only one allowed in the Crow's Nest when he's in there.

He's a man who admires strength, what can I say.

Toss him over your shoulder, punch him, hell lift some weights and he's 💗💗💗

It's also a way for him to show off

Slightly flexing to see your reaction. But of course, you're stupid so you don't really notice when he does it.

Tell him he's strong and he'll carry that with him the rest of the day.

If your weapon of choice is also a sword, he's smitten

In the stupid way tho. Like trying to teach you his techniques or critiquing yours.

"You're not doing it right." Is an excuse to correct your form and touch you

If he really loves you, he'll invite you to nap with him.

Sit on his lap or he'll sit on yours. He doesn't give two shits.

Either way, he's tired and wants to cuddle.

Let's you smoosh your face between his boobs if you ask nicely.

Only you 🫵

He'll glare if someone's watching and laughing.

"Yeah? Jealous it's not you?"

Zoro loves fighting with you

He won't hold you back if you want to fight

Not only can you keep up, but you move a little faster than him.

Seeing you sink marines gives him a feeling of pride.

Like, look at you!

That's his S/O!

He'll be excited to see your bounty go up along with his.

NEVER go exploring on an island alone

You two will not be found for days

Somebody who isn't an idiot and has a good sense of direction has to go with you.

It's probably Sanji tbh

Does Zoro get jealous?

He doesn't have the attention span to get jealous

Someone's flirting with you?

Eh, you don't notice it anyway. That person can try but they'll never get anywhere.

You haven't been spending a lot of time with him?

He'll just sleep with the full confidence you'll be back when he wakes up.

He just isn't worried about you losing interest

BUT he'll be damned if that cook comes anywhere near you.

Again, about as romantic as a rock.

He's not gonna be calling you lovey dovey names.

He also finds it embarrassing.

You won't catch him pulling that 'Nami-Swan!' crap.

He'd rather die

But on a very rare occasion where it's just the two of you, he'll call you baby or babe.

Nothing other than that

And he'll deny he ever said it

No confession to be found

He likes you and you seem to like him, so you're his.

Unless you say otherwise, you're dating.

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#zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #roronoa zoro #one piece #x reader #x y/n #airhead s/o #stronk s/o

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star-quill · 1 year ago

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nsfw where the reader is slightly younger than quill (as in late 20s early 30s) and they're neighbors who fuck VERY OFTEN, but there's no title so often at neighborhood events she flirts with neighbors and acts as if her and quill don't fuck and they're neighbors, but she gets extremely jealous when he talks to another female.

just v into jealous!peter smut hehee

oh😖😵‍💫

you don't even know how you and him started sleeping together. it just kinda, happened. you first met him at someone's birthday party, flirting a little when you went inside to refill your water. he came in to grab a towel, having spilled his beer down himself.

the spill dried up quickly but his t-shirt still reeked of beer. he hadn't turned to face you yet, not really noticing you were there and so he peeled his shirt off. patting his stomach dry, he turned around to find the washing machine and saw you standing there, glass in hand.

"hi.. i uhm.. need in the washing machine.." you looked down realising you were standing in front of it.

"oh.. sorry, here let me put it in.." you took the towel from him and shoved it in. he just nodded at you before heading back outside. you saw him say something to some guy outside before he left. you didn't even look at anything else but his fave but images of him were flashing in your head—images of his body, how built and large he was, images of his body pressed up against yours, images of him pulling down his—

"hey.. can u hear me?" you blinked a few times, looking at one of your friends standing in front of you.

"sorry.. must've zoned out.."

"c'mon.. they're serving up food now.."

the party lasted for a while and peter came back a while after the food was being served—he told you his name after he apologised for kinda freaking you out in the kitchen. you spoke to him for most of the night, before he walked you home. perhaps you shouldn't have invited him in but then he had you lying on the couch, legs wrapped around his waist as he filled you up. that one time became many times, him coming over just to fuck. he craved you, craved the feeling of you around him. very often he would turn up unannounced.

your complaint of "peter.. the plumber's fixing my kitchen sink, can you come back later?" was met with "you don't think you can be quiet?". your complaint of "peter.. my parents are visiting soon.." was met with "don't worry, i'll be quick..".

but to both of you, it was just sex. nothing more, just neighbours, maybe friends, who slept together occasionally. so why is it you got jealous when he flirted with someone else at the barbecue he was hosting. he was manning the grill and she was fawning all over him, giggling at everything he said and feeling up his arms. and that fucker was drinking it all in, loving the attention he was getting. you couldn't be jealous, you weren't together, but you were absolutely seething with rage. but you knew what he'd be like if you went over there too.

"hey peter.. so uhm, how long will the sausages be, hm?" you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes a few times.

"'bout.. 3 minutes or so.. so get yourself ready, yeah?" he didn't even look at you, just focused on turning the meat round. the other woman had long gone and you just smiled at peter and walked off, sneaking inside and waiting on the sofa. he came in five minutes later, standing beside the couch.

"didn't you see i was talking to someone out there?"

"i did.. but she was annoying me.."

"christ.. we're not together, you can't go getting pissed off when i flirt with someone else.."

"but.." you knelt up on the couch, hands on the arm as you pouted at him. he just grabbed your chin, thumb rubbing over your lips.

"my baby gettin' jealous hm?"

"mmhm.."

"in my room, now.. go. i gotta head outside but i'll be back for you in a minute.. be ready."

you went to wait for him on his bed, but he took well more than a minute. you just lay down, hugging one of his pillows and waited for 10 minutes before you gave up and left. didn't even say goodbye as you went out the front door, walking back home. you knew you couldn't get so hung up on him when it was nothing more than casual sex. but he was occupying every waking thought you had.

you stuck an old movie on and lay down on your sofa, hoping it would make you fall asleep faster. after around an hour, your doorbell went. you opened the door to find peter there, a plate covered in aluminium foil in his hands.

"you uhm.. i didn't see you leave, and you missed the food.."

"i'm not in the mood, thanks for the offer though.."

"hey wait, i want to apologise.."

"i waited for you, you never came.."

"no.. but i can make you come now though.."

you just rolled your eyes.

"no?"

"maybe.." you stood back and let him in, shutting the door as he went to your kitchen and set the food down. you followed in after, standing next to him as he rested against the kitchen countertop.

"did you actually get jealous today?"

"well.. yeah.. she was all over you, peter.. don't you get jealous when i flirt with other guys?"

"damn right i do, you're telling me these other guys are gonna be able to make you feel as good as i make you feel? no way.."

then his hand was around your waist and he stepped in front of you, lifting you onto the counter.

"nobody can make you come, except me.. understand?"

"mmhm.." you just smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him. he pulled away after a few seconds, dropping his head to kiss your neck, leaving little bites here and there.

"gotta make sure everyone knows you're my girl.."

"your girl?"

"yeah.. my girl.."

after that, you and him were still never technically exclusive but he still called you "my girl" or "my baby"—and every time he said it, it made your heart flutter. he'd always say it after he fucked you on your sofa, and then you'd drape yourself over his thigh, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him lazily until his hand went to grab your waist and rub you against his bare thigh, getting you off once more. then it became "my pretty baby" or "my pretty lil' girl" as you came all over his leg, sighing into his neck as your orgasm washed over you. maybe one day you'd discuss the full extent of your relationship but right now, you were content with what you had with him.

#feeling so😖😖😖#peter quill #peter quill headcanons #peter quill angst #peter quill x reader #peter quill smut #peter quill drabble #peter quill fluff #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #✎ peter quill #answered #anon

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sillyfudgemonkeys · 6 months ago

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Kyoshi, her island, and the 100 yr war

You know, funny thought. Kyoshi I think def pissed off the Fire Nation the most in her life time. The whole debacle with Zoryu and her promise to "always watch over him." Ooooo you just know she extended that to his lineage too. Then she was that bitch who lived to be 230??? About 7 generations worth right there.

Oh you bet they were FUMING. They had to deal with 230ish years worth of an Avatar who did not PLAY with their stupid political games (anyone's I'm sure, but the FN just took it extra personally). THEN she delays the damn cycle, so they can't have their precious fire baby Avatar. jksdjflla You know those mfers were waiting like 300+ years for their next Szeto (they were probs cheering when they heard Kuruk died early, the bastards TT0TT thought they'd get it sooner haha BET)

Hoping for another FN lapdog who said fuck it to the other nations. But then they get Roku, and not just Roku, a Roku who is besties with the FN prince! He should be brainwashed beyond belief! But bless Roku's fucking heart, does one good thing and tells them "um no." jkljsflsdaf Oh they must've been PISSED. They def took it personally. Oh you just KNOW someone was like "wait he can speak to her can't she???? SHE'S RUINED US FOR EVERY FUTURE AVATAR! NOOOO!" jfkldjsfkjafja;

Then the 100 year war happens, and like......Kyoshi's island is not touched. jfakdsfjl;a They state that "Kyoshi Island has stayed out of the war so far!" and just leave it at that (the Live action show adds to this, stating that there's nothing to invade, but I'mma be honest, I think the guy is just being an ass). I like to think, that despite her ass being dead for about 300-400 years, the FN is still REALLY SCARED of Kyoshi. jfkldjsf;a TT0TT They didn't come to Kyoshi Island because "there was nothing to take" or "the unagi is a pain to deal with" but because "Oh shit what if we upset Kyoshi's spirit? You know what? She hasn't reigned fire down at us yet, let's just not risk it guys. Don't touch that island! TT0TT" fjdklsfjlkjfalaj

#rise of kyoshi #shadow of kyoshi #avatar #avatar the last airbender #atla #kyoshi #chronicles of the avatar #it's just funnier they're scared of her ghost (rightfully so!)#'so kyoshi caused the 100 yr war' I think she played a role in speeding up the issue but I'll make a diff post for that #tbh zhao being an ass just.....is in character #him being like 'eh i bet nothing bad will happen' and then SOMETHING DO BAD HAPPEN FJDAKSFJS;A

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macsimagines · 1 year ago

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can we have a foreign darling with Bonten Mikey, Draken and Rindou? A foreign darling that is more than pissed off that they got kidnapped by this weird guy on their trip to Japan. Like damn I'd be mad if someone decided to kidnap me during my vacation. I can imagine Darling would cuss them out in their native language when they're angry.

(Since I'm in a different country in japan i'm always trying to picture how us meeting would go lmao... -Ms.Mac)

Yandere!Bonten Mikey

Be grateful he didn't let you get trafficked. You were some dumb ass tourist that got caught in a scam and he saw you among the other unfortunate souls

Something about the fire in your eyes, or the way you stood in front of the younger girls made his heart twinge. He supposes he likes that you're so defiant.

He does not like it that you're screaming at him in some dialect he can't even begin to comprehend.

Hired an interpreter. Wished he hadn't. "Why would she call me a donkey fucker? How is that a thing?

Yandere!Draken

Rescued you from more or less the same situation as Mikey, but changed his mind at the last second. He really was going to let you go home after he took care of your would be kidnappers, but ended up becoming one himself...

The way your soft eyes looked at him. The angelic sound of your voice. Had no idea what language you spoke but he could only assume it was what the gods must've used.

Even when you're angry and shrieking at him, he thinks you're perfect. He knows you're not happy from the tone of your voice but he help it if he's fallen in love.

Draken actually tries to learn a little bit, and manages to pick up a few phrases here and there. First thing he learned was 'I love you."

Yandere!Rindou

Bought you before you could be trained or broken in. He wanted to do it himself. Surprisingly, he preferred it that you're not simpering at him.

Never went through trying to break you because he likes you this way. You're so mean and sexy, baby.

Has no idea what you're saying but he sure does love the way you say it. He yells back just as loud and loves that it only makes you louder when you spit out your insults.

Sounds like heaven as far as he's concerned. Never bothers to learn what the hell you're yammering on about. Does know an insult when he hears one. Maybe 'bitch' will become a term of an endearment between your native tongues.

#yandere mikey #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey sano #yandere draken #yandere ken ryuguji #yandere rindou haitani

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astral--horrorshow · 1 year ago

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Dollhouse - Platonic Yandere Dastardly Danny x GN Reader

A/N: Sorry if the ending was rushed, I had to get it out quick because it's @katswritingcorner birthday today!! Happy, birthday, Kat! This has been in production since early July, so I hope it's okay.

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

TW: Kidnapping, extreme babying/coddling (NOT AGE REGRESSION, nothing against it just wanted to make it clear) spinal injuries, non-consentual touching (NON-SEXUAL) this is strictly platonic

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You gripped the end of the mitten with your teeth, pulling the end of it as hard as you could. Despite your hardest efforts, it didn't budge, leaving you in a state of distress. You had been trying for days to take off the mittens to no avail, Danny must've stuck them on your hands with magic.

It was extremely humiliating, being stripped of your independence. You could barely do anything by yourself with them on. Then again, he barely let you do anything by yourself, mittens or no mittens.

Maybe that was just your life now. Full of mittens and socks and being spoon-fed porridge by a criminal who had kidnapped you and also happened to be a giant rat. Was that sad or funny? You didn't know.

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear, or so they say, as you were caught up in your thoughts of your life with him, you didn't hear Danny's footsteps nor did you notice his presence behind you until he had set a hand on your shoulder, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

He chuckled, "Hi, honey. What are you doing in here?"

You looked up at him from your sitting position on one of the boxes in the storage room, a room that you hadn't had the chance to go in, until now. Danny pet the top of your head like one would to a cat, smiling at you patronizingly.

"Silly, there's nothing interesting in here. Why don't you come have some dinner?"

Danny didn't wait for you to speak at all, as he was already leaning down to pick you up before he even finished his sentence. He pulled you up into a sitting position in his arms, and you instinctivly wrapped your arms around his shoulders to stay steady.

Danny carried you to the kitchen, where he set you in a foldup chair at the table. His accomplice, Leonard, eyed you and him up with a furrowed brow. The other accomplice, Mickey, focused his eyes directly on you, not even trying to conceal his excitement at seeing you. Unfortunatly for you, he had a bit of an obession with humans.

Danny halted your train of thought by gently rubbing the top of your head and lifting up your chin with his fingers, "I'm going to get you a blanket. Will you wait here for me?" He spoke in a saccherine tone, and he smiled at you when you nodded.

"Good, good."

He strolled out of the kitchen, shooting Leonard and Mickey a stern look as if ordering them to play nice. All in vain, for as soon as his footsteps were distant, Mickey jumped up from his seat and rushed towards you.

You tried to dive under the table to avoid his grasp, but he merely wrapped his flippers around your waist and dragged you back out. He threw himself back onto the chair he was sitting on, pulling you onto his lap. You squirmed and whimpered, but he didn't let up. Mickey pinched and squeezed your cheeks while asking you various different questions about humans.

"What's it like on the topside, y'know, cause you don't have magic and all! How do you even fight? Or rob places? Or-"

"Mickey!"

Leonard snarled at him, his face twisted into a sort of grimace. He took a deep breath, and unconvincingly put on a calmer countinance.

"Leave the human alone."

"But why?"

Mickey whined, dragging out the word "why" for a few moments.

"Because, you goob, Danny'll get pissed at us! You know how much he likes that human!"

"Well, I don't care what Danny says! This is the only human I've ever me-"

Mickey cut himself off abrubtly, staring at the doorway. "Hi, Danny..."

Danny didn't say anything, opting to stand there, fuming. He looked like he was about to snap at his eel companion, but calmed himself down when he looked at you. He merely marched up to Mickey and scooped you up into his arms again, giving him a few moments to scramble back to his chair. Danny glared at him for a few seconds before setting you back down and wrapping you in the blanket he had retrived. His face softened as he cupped your chin in his hand, carefully pointing his sharp nails away from you. He went to the counter and brought back a bowl of pasta. Those bow-like things, as you knew them. Danny held the fork up to your mouth.

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Danny finished buttoning up your pyjama shirt, careful not to scratch the fabric with his nails. When he was done, he stood up again to his normal height and smiled at you fondly.

"Time for bed, sweetness."

He lead you over to the bed in the corner of his bedroom, all for you. It was decorated with various blankets and pillows for the most comfort a dingy criminal hideout could provide. He pulled back the covers for you, and you crawled inside.

"I'll be in the living room. Tell me if you can't sleep. Alright, honey?"

"Mhm..."

Your eyes were already getting heavy. Maybe he'd conditioned you to feel sleepy whenever you got into that bed. When he had first taken you there, you couldn't sleep at all, even of you tried. Unfortunatly for you, Danny's solution to insomia were sleeping pills. Many, many, sleeping pills. He only had to slip them in a drink he gave you, and you would be out before you saw the bottom of the cup.

Danny chuckled, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

He left you as you drifted off, turning out his bedroom light and not taking his eyes off of you until the door was shut.

He sighed when he shut the door, and strolled to the living room, where Leonard and Mickey were watching TV. The ogre yokāi side-eyed him as he sat down in his armchair, and his eye twitched when he saw him pull out a sewing kit and one of your shirts with a broken button.

"Why do you even like that human so much?"

Danny jerked his head up, but not in surprise. He knew the day he found you that Leonard would eventually ask that question. "I don't have to answer that, Leonard." If he had been naive, he would've been more snappish and aggressive. But he had mentally prepared himself, and was able to keep his temper under control. Besides, he had dealt with both Leonard and Mickey for a while. He was stern, not aggresive.

"Yes, you do! I'm the leader!"

"Not here, you aren't."

Leonard shut his mouth, but was clearly infuriated. Mickey continued to watch TV, used to Danny-Leonard arguments. Danny got up from his chair and left, taking his sewing project with him.

Leonard watched, but didn't say anything, still pissed at Danny but knowing he was kind of right. He was only the leader in missions and heists. He had no control over what his cohorts did in private, unfortunately for him. He could make Danny return that human he obviously stole. Why did he even want a human in the first place? It would only weigh them down. But, no. Danny insisted on treating the human like it was sentient doll or something. Leonard fell back into the couch, groaning and massaging his temple. He could bother himself with Danny later. Family Feud was on.

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You stood on the toilet seat, your socks protecting your feet from the freezing porcelain. Tugging at the lock on the window with all your might, you were so desperate to get out of your captor's grasp. He had finally left with his cohorts on a heist, you overheard them say. Fortunately for you, the lock was flimsy enough to snap off with some pulling. Unfortunately for you, you no longer had something from keeping you from falling backwards.

You fell to the floor, landing on your back and knocking all the air out of your lungs. Despite the pain your spine was in, however, you picked yourself up off the ground. You had come this far. You couldn't give up now.

You squeezed yourself out of the winow, which was ground level, and stood up, looking around. It was a desolate alleyway, with trash and debris strewn around. Some sort of creature was eating the sludge out of a tipped-over garbage bin, and the whole alley gave an unpleasant smell.

As soon as you had taken in your surroundings, you immediately booked it down another alleyway. They could be home any minute, you weren't sticking around for that. Ignoring the awful pain your spine was in, you wouldn't stop moving your legs. Despite the coldness of the alleyways and the wind whipping at you, sweat ran down your body in buckets, soaking your shirt. The horrible mittens weren't helping, either.

You took a break from your running to sit behind a dumpster in a dead-end alley, gripping a mitten with your teeth again. But no matter how hard you pulled, it wouldn't budge off your wrist. You struggled and grunted, perking up the ears of someone passing by. You didn't hear the footsteps walking towards you, too focused on your mitten eviction efforts.

"Hello, little one. What are you doing here?"

You gasped and looked up in surprise. A monsterously tall and muscular cat mutant was gazing down at you. You backed up as far as you could against the wall, eyes widening. "Hey, hey. It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. See? Here."

They held up their hands, trying to assure you that they had no tricks up their sleeves. You relaxed yourself cautiously, (tensing up only made your spine hurt more) but still had your arms wrapped around your body in vain protection.

"My name is Darby. Were you trying to get your gloves off?"

You nod, silent.

"I could help you with that, if you'd like."

You thought for a moment. On one hand, you didn't want them to get close. On the other hand, you really needed those mittens off, and Darby might be able to do it. You nodded, slowly, and Darby smiles gently. They walk over to you, and you give them your hands.

"Oh, this is just a simple binding spell."

They ran their finger across the edge of each mitten, and then pulled them off effortlessly. Your head turned up to them, and they smiled wider.

"Is that better?"

You nodded, and they stood up to their full, monsterous height. They didn't seem very scary after they helped you, though. For the first time in weeks, you smiled.

"Do you need help with anything else? I can help you, you know."

You shook your head. You didn't want to risk them getting in danger if Danny found out they helped you. "Are you sure? Isn't there something wrong?"

"No. It's okay. I'm okay."

The sound of your own voice surprised you. You didn't talk much these days. Darby frowned, but didn't come any closer. "Well, alright.. but if you need help, you always have a friend at the bar on 47th street. Keep yourself safe, now."

With that, they walked off, and you didn't stop gazing at them until they had turned a corner. You took a deep breath, and picked yourself up off of the floor again. You involuntary switched between stumbling along and akwardly jogging every few seconds. Jeez, did you sprain your legs in that fall, too? They were killing you.

Still, you pushed on. The pain was worth it to get away from Danny and that horrible, miserable, no-good bunker. You practically dragged yourself until you found a ladder leading up to a rooftop. You could climb it to get a good viewpoint of at least the area you were in. This wasn't New York, this was a mutant city. You needed to get to a vantage point.

You stumbled to the ladder, and took a deep breath. With your pained legs and possibly fractured spine, this wasn't going to be easy, but you needed to do it if you ever wanted to escape back to the topside. You flung yourself up and gripped the bars so hard you were probably going to have blisters later. You continued to clamber up the metal rings, heart stopping every time your foot slipped a bit.

You were making good progress, until you heard something that actually made your heart stop for longer than a second.

Someone was calling your name. Frantically.

The voice sounded all-too familiar.

You turned back to see Danny sprinting towards you.

All your pain was forgotten as you started to scale the wall with all of your speed and might, finally reaching the top of the building as Danny reached the base of the ladder.

Once you were standing on the rooftop, you frantically looked around for any sort of way out. Another ladder, a fire escape, awnings or balconies you could shimmy down.

Alas, nothing.

Danny's hand reached the top of the ladder, and he ran straight for you. You were sweapt up into a tight embrace that had you gasping for air. You started to sob as the adreneline wore off, you became aware of your injuries again, and the hopelessness of situation all came crashing down at you at once.

Danny shushed and hugged you, "Shhh, it's okay, you're okay."

A tear fell down your cheek and you gazed at the bright lights of the city.

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Taglist: @yanteetle @oleander-nin @faetaiity @lucifernos2

#yandere #yandere rottmnt #yandere mud dogs #yandere tmnt #yandere dastardly danny

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liaarxse · 1 year ago

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Mornings with you are my favorite pt.1

Summary: Just a morning with your boyfriend

Characters: Nahoya Kawata

Warnings: a teenie weenie bit of angst, fluff

A/n: I love calling people "sunshine" its just my go-to nickname. Also, I've been learning a lullaby to sing to my baby sister, and I thought about this

Yes, I adore the twins shut up <3

Okay, let me chill out on the crack

Nahoya is, well, reckless

Constantly getting into fights

Nerves through the roof

But at the end of the day, he's just a teenage boy, you know?

All these battles have brought him constant nightmares. Will it be a dream about himself getting hurt, Toman, Souya

But he had never dreamt about you in that perspective

And it was terrifying

He swore he just collapsed in your arms, exhausted from the long night, and now you're laying there on the side with a busted skull?

Luckily, you were still awake then, scrolling on your phone when he started slightly moving in his sleep

Then you noticed his expression had changed

His eyebrows were furrowed, grimacing

You realized he was probably having a nightmare and took matters into your own hands

You left your phone on the nightstand and gently brought him closer, placing an arm around his shoulders. Your hand found its way to his curls. He once told you that he liked it when you played with his hair since it calmed him down. You placed your free hand on his back, gliding your fingers up and down it.

You saw that nothing was working, and he was just tensing up more. He had more of a pissed off face than a sad one.

You thought for a moment before coming up with an idea.

You started singing a lullaby your grandma used to sing to you when you were little

Very gently rocking both of you left and right, you continued singing in a quiet voice.

I swear it took you only 15 seconds to see a change

Was it your touch? Your voice? Or just your presence?

It doesn't matter

There was no longer a frown on your boyfriends face, just a small smile.

He pulled you a bit closer in his sleep, which made him even calmer

You don't know what he had a dream about and you didn't plan to ask him in fear you'll trigger something

Nahoya wasn't one to show signs of weakness, nor sadness, so it must've been a really bad experience

You noticed him grimacing again

You sang your lullaby to him and it was all gone

And that repeated

5 times that night

You were drained. You loved him to bits and would go to the end for that boy, but you really needed sleep

You just couldn't bring yourself to do so. What if he had another unpleasant moment while sleeping? What if it was worse than the rest? What if it causes him trauma?

That obviously wouldn't happen

But you were worried

So you just stayed up until dusk

That's when he woke up

You didn't notice at first since your eyes were literally at the back of your head at this point, trying to block all light while staying awake

"...babe?" You didn't hear him but felt something move, so you looked down and met with your boyfriends happy little face. There was still a hint of sleepiness in his features, as well as his raspy voice. You were frankly quite started, swearing that 10 seconds ago, he was dead asleep. Not anymore, apparently.

You just gave him a gentle smile. Not that you didn't want to do more. You just didn't have the power. It was like someone grabbed and squeezed you like a sponge.

"You okay?" He looked at you, chuckling. "You look horrible." You almost threw him out of the bed. Not only was he the reason for your current state, but now he has the audacity to claim you look bad?

Apparently, he has some superpowers since he instantly laughed and apologized as if you really said your thoughts out loud. "I'm kiddin', babe. I'm kiddin'!"

You flicked his forehead.

Nahoya just saw how you were barely staying awake and quickly switched the positions you were both in. You weren't going to lie. This felt way better.

You didn't even ask. He just started to tell you about his dream. Apparently, you got mixed with a member from Toman in a battle and got seriously injured by the opposing gang and passed out, but miraculously woke up on your own. Then they took you to the hospital, where they got you into the emergency room. A doctor came out and told them that there were some kind of problems and it would be a difficult procedure. Again, not too long after that, the same doctor had returned with a smile on his face, claiming it was just a minor inconvenience, and you could be taken home.

You kept in a chuckle. It was such a cliché trope. He noticed your little smirk and pinched your shoulder before smiling to himself and continuing the story.

In the end, it turns out he had 3 bad moments in his sleep, the last being you falling on your face in front of him.

Finally, it was quiet. His body warmth was quickly sending you to sleep when you felt his chest vibrate. He was humming. You smiled to yourself, listening to his little song.

You didn't pay much attention to his words, nor the humming. Sleep was overcoming you when the realization hit.

The words...

"The last one was you just faceplanting on the pavement..! That makes like what... three bad moments? Hahaha!

The song... your lullaby...

Oh that cheeky motherfucker. He had been awake for half of the time you spent calming him down. He was pretending!

You raised yourself a bit to look at him in the eyes. A dumbfounded expression was plastered on your face.

He probably realized he got caught and started laughing when he met with your face. You were too tired to deal with his bullshit, so you purposely dropped on his chest, earning a groan from him and a snicker from you.

"I deserved that, didn't I?" He let out a quiet laugh.

"Yeah, you did."

Nahoya was annoying, to say the least. He has his serious downs, and we just can't ignore them, even if we want to.

But everyone has them, right?

His pros overpower his cons, though. All the things he does are to protect you. Maybe he's annoying, maybe sometimes he gets seriously on your nerves and you feel like you have a friend instead of a lover, but that's just how he shows his love and appreciation.

Don't tell him you feel that way. He'll break into pieces. He tries. He really does. Maybe he's not as affectionate as his brother. He's not as gentle or quiet. But he means no harm, not to you. Never.

All the teasing and jokes, the mocking and laughing, all of the rougher touches, which linger on your skin for a bit too long.

It's love. Nothing but pure love towards his girl.

Nahoya is aware of everything. I'd be lying to you if I say he's never had a second thought about your relationship. Not that he doesn't love you, no. He adores you. But because he feels like he isn't acting properly, like a boyfriend should. Like he doesn't deserve the title. The number of times he's tried to talk about it with you is uncountable. But when your expression instantly turns into a soft one, a smile quickly appearing just for him. How could he?

Your boyfriend is selfish when it comes to you. He doesn't want you looking at anyone besides him like that.

Maybe he doesn't deserve your kindness, your patience, your gentleness, your smile, your looks, your personality, your... everything. But nobody does. And it's better him than some "lowlife punk."

You felt his embrace get a little tighter, continuing to hum your sweet little lullaby.

It was just for him. Nobody else. You were just for him, nobody else.

Lifting your head a bit from its place, giving him a quick closed-eye kiss on the jawline, you dropped back, instantly going to sleep.

The morning sunlight entered the room through the blinds, lighting it up, turning it a warm golden color.

Nahoya doesn't pray, but at that moment, he just laid his head back, stopped his humming, and with one of his wide grins, he just thanked whoever was listening above for the gift. You.

You slightly started squirming, making him giggle as he continued the lullaby. It was only fair after a long night you to have a rest too. He was wide awake, so if it meant staying in this position for hours, he'll gladly take on the challenge.

He noticed you smile in your sleep, making his smile even wider before it turned into a small, genuine one. He slightly opened his eyes, moving a strand of hair from your face and closing them back again.

It was life you felt that, since your smile just grew a bit wider.

"Heyyy, are you awake?" He very gently shaked you. Not enough to wake you up (if you were really sleeping), but enough to grab your attention if you were awake. You weren't.

Nahoya just laid there, admiring everything about you. He remembered how you call him "sunshine" as a nickname from time to time.

"Sunshine, bring me a pen, please."

"Sunshine, your meeting is in 15 minutes!"

"You're an ass, sunshine."

"Sunshine..."

"Hah... you're something else, aren't ya', peaches?"

He doesn't even know why he chose "peaches" as your nickname. It just came to him like that, but he liked it.

This morning was a rare occasion for both of you. Your parents wouldn't let you sleep over at your boyfriend's house, since... you're teenagers, and teenagers are horny. No matter how many times you've told them, you'll never do it before 18 they just don't listen. This week, they had to travel to a distant relative, and since you don't even know them, you were allowed to stay home.

So you took the opportunity to spend at least one night and morning with your boyfriend.

Let's say you'll be pleading to your parents to let you spend a night at his. If needed, he'll come to your house! You barely convinced them that he was a good person since his alias was all over Tokyo, a bad reputation behind his back. But the amount of times he's shown that he doesn't have any bad intentions towards you made them a bit less skeptical.

That's how mornings with Nahoya go. Nothing more, nothing less. And it's perfect for both of you.

After you wake up, things will go back to normal. Nahoya will be Nahoya, you will be you, sending all kinds of bullshit towards each other, but all filled with an obscene amount of love. Every asshole, bitch, scum, insult, every punch, every tease, as I said earlier doesn't have a pinch of hate in it. Just jokes.

He'll be forever grateful you never take his words or hits to heart and return them with a silly grin and some half-ass reply.

At the end of the day, all moments with him are special, so treasure them. But maybe treasure the mornings a bit more.

#tokyo revengers #x reader #nahoya kawata #nahoya kawata x reader #smiley x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #headcanon #smiley #x y/n #oneshot #fluff #nahoya fluff

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, but happy ending.

A/n: This is a request for my theme night by @tee-swizzle "Argument/fighting + hidden injury- “whose blood is that?”

When Rafe first pulled up to my house at nearly two in the morning after texting me that he needed to talk, I wasn't really sure what to expect.

Maybe for me to pee in a cup, maybe for him to go on a rant about how much he hates his life, and I half expected him to be high out of his mind and unruly, untamable and angry.

I didn't expect this.

I alternate between baby wipes and alcohol wipes, trying to stop the deep gash on his forehead and he hisses beneath my touch as if I'm burning him with every dab of the cloths. There are tears streaming steadily from his eyes but no longer because of the pain but now out of pure frustration as he continues his silent treatment.

The only thing he's said to me has been 'hi' and 'I need your help' when he first stepped through my doorway and since then, it's been stone cold, stern radio silence on his end.

"Rafe, what happened?"

I have some ideas; his dad, Barry, maybe even one of his sister's Pogue friends if he made them mad enough. He has this ability to piss anyone and everyone else around him to the point of getting his ass handed to him even though nine times out of ten he puts people on the ground.

But this time, the submissive, broken look in his eyes tell me exactly who did this to him.

"If your dad did this, you need to tell me." He looks up at me with wide eyes, lips parting in a look of shock but it drops into a look of realization. "Who's blood is this? Is this yours?" I ask as I pinch the material of his shirt, looking down at the splotches of blood that must've been splattered on his shirt, someone elses blood.

"My dads..." He trails off, looking at it with wide, guilty eyes as he tries to pull his shirt off but to no avail. I help him lift it over his head as he groans and he pushes me away gently, making his way to his feet. "You can't make me talk about it-"

"Okay-"

"I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to be fucking lectured-"

"Rafe." He looks to me with wide eyes and I stand, reaching out to him gently to place my hands on his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles beneath my fingers. "Okay, we don't have to talk." He falls into me before I can even get the sentence out, his hands gripping my shirt and face tucking into the crook of my neck and I freeze, shocked at the sudden choice of affection.

But after a few moments, I relax into him, running my fingers through his air and whispering reassuring reminders into his ear that I'm here, that I'm not going anywhere and that no one will hurt him here.

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sonjuponju · 6 months ago

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now YOU tell me about YOUR ocs...!!! (if you want) is your pfp enix...🧡

IT IS IT IS!!! that drawing turned out so good i just stick it everywhere now 😭

the thing about my ocs is that i hardly get anything done with them if i don't have someone to constantly validate my choices and help me build ideas and stuff so most of my stories are pretty incomplete and all over the place 🥲 but i do have some bits and pieces that i can share!!

ima put everything under a read more cus there's gonna be a LOT of stuff. you really don't have to read all of it if you find it longwinded, i just really love rambling about my dudes (but only if someone asks 😭)

ENIX, he/him - he's actually one of my older ocs, i created him way back in 2017 when i was like 11 😭 fun fact! his original name was vixen but due to the definition of the word bugging me i recently changed his name to enix :3 another fact but kind of an embarrassing one - he used to have DID, and my 11 year old ass played RIGHT into the "evil alter" trope, so yeahhhh... the only good thing to come out of that was that the "evil alter" eventually became a wholly separate blorbo, named feliks! who we will get into now B)

FELIKS, he/him - my fucking sweet baby. my angel. he has gone through so many transformations it's hilarious

here he is in his "evil alter" days. already got the black eye to signify his "evilness". though i don't think it took very long for me to decide that he was actually the host of the body, not enix. in any case his usual day-to-day activities included pissing everyone around him off and trying some evil schemes every now and then

in like 2018 i got REALLY into this visual novel called "the arcana" and feliks was the ex best friend of the MC my friend cooked up for our version of the story. i didn't want him to be a cyclops for this iteration because i thought it didn't fit the theme, so he had to get a human design. he didn't have DID in this version, but he did have an identical twin brother, named vance. in this story feliks killed vance and became the boyfriend of the villain of the story, also becoming one of the villains in the process. his ex best friend ellis ended up defeating him and he got hanged with his boyfriend for their crimes

now here's where the story gets really juicy. feliks reincarnated in the modern world, and i think i ditched him having DID and instead the "alters" turned out to be the fragmented parts of feliks' dead brother's personality. vance had basically come back to haunt him in a form that was kind of comparable to alters, but also not really

the main arcana characters alongside ellis also reincarnated and ended up finding feliks (who was still evil btw). they were kind of like a friend group for a while until shit hit the fan when everyone found out that feliks killed his brother way back in their past life (they had no idea up until now). ellis became incredibly angry with him and him being a magician turned feliks into water and put him in a vase so he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone ever again

before this happened though i think ellis and his also magician boyfriend were able to piece vance back together and give him a body, so he was reincarnated too. after receiving a second chance at life, vance got himself a boyfriend, and even got married with him. the happiness didn't last for long though when feliks was able to sneak himself in his water form into vance's husband's water bottle. the husband drunk the water and ended up possessed by feliks 🙃 feliks killed vance AGAIN, was able to return to his own body by also killing vance's husband, annnnddd... then ellis caught up to him and beheaded him with his scythe. (god i still love this story)

after death feliks became a demon in hell, and that's basically where his story ends. idk i must've gotten another interest at this point because i didn't get any further with the story

in 2020 i decided to revamp him AGAIN, this time making my own fantasy universe for him. i got a couple of my friends involved with it too (this was basically a species i made specifically for that thing and my friends made ocs of that species). the story for it was really juicy too but im not gonna be telling about it cus it's almost identical to my current project with him and i might wanna make it into a real thing one day so.. SPEAKING OF WHICH

HIS CURRENT DESIGN. MORE PHOTOS.

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM!!!!!!! GAAGAHAJJSDJDKSK

anyway. yeah, there isn't much i can tell about the story, but i can tell you about how SHIT it is trying to come up with fantasy clothing. i am no fashion designer, not by a longshot, so my boy has his tits out 24/7 because i can't think of anything he could wear (and also i just love seeing him bare chested ❤️). i kinda don't even know where to start with the clothes cus i don't want them to be the generic european medieval stuff you see in fantasy CONSTANTLY and i am awfully lazy at researching anything that isn't my number 1 interest so. yah. to combat not being able to draw him with a canon design, i made a domestic modern au 🫶

here's feliks and his roomie clancy :3 they are my biggest blorbos rn and i would REALLY love to talk more about them but um. yeah this post is long enough especially considering there is still one oc i wanna mention

here's valo!! she is feliks' sister. you might think wait you didn't mention feliks having a sister? no i didn't because she is his BROTHER. I GENDERBENDED VANCE. BECAUSE IT WOULD FUCK. and yeah she is absolutely incredible i love her from the bottom of my heart. valo and feliks still have kind of a complicated relationship but at least in the au feliks doesn't kill her :D she's just kinda chilling with her gf until i come up with a story for her too

so ya that's all i wanted to talk about for now!! if you read this far then thank you 😭🫶 i had so much fun writing this. i was busy the whole day today but i just kept thinking about how much i wanted to answer your ask haha. i didn't plan for it to get so long though but im super grateful if you read this far 🥹

#tysm for the ask!!!#skiezrambles #answered asks

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smokerswifey · 10 months ago

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OK this has been on my mind for a while

For the past month, some really toxic graylu shippers and anti gruvia/ juvia's have been getting really toxic on tumblr ( and twitter )

Especially @graylunation ( who is a grown ass woman, her age will be relevant later in this post )

Obviously the problem isn't the fact that these people love graylu and dislike gruvia and juvia .

Everyone is entitled to their opinion and graylu make a good looking couple so tbh I can't blame them .

And them not liking gruvia and juvia for various reasons is not anyone's business at all .

But THE problem is that they have been BOMBARDING juvia and gruvia positive posts with hateful and frankly disgusting comments which is such a pain in the ass because as I said before ppl are allowed to like what they want without being slandered and bullied .

And specifically@graylunation has been the one, bothering us the most, leaving every single gruvia/juvia post with hateful comments and it has been SUCH a PAIN .

The thing that pisses me off the most is that she's a huuuuuuge hypocrite ! She constantly whines on posts, telling ppl to stop criticising Graylu shippers, she tells people that her page is specifically about graylu and asks for no hate comments, when she literally hates on every gruvia/juvia post and goes on gruvia/juvia pages despite not liking it just to harass the person who created the page ! Hypocrital much ??

The worst thing is she keeps calling JUVIA a R@PIST ??? Does she even know what R@PE means ???

This is so unfunny how can you compare a lovestruck girl and her temporary unrequited crush to a r@pist and r@pe victim .

The furthest Juvia has done touching Gray is just giving him surprise hugs and she lets him go when he complains to much, how can someone in their right mind equate that to r@pe ??

And wherever there is a fanart or official art with bby boy Greige she keeps saying Juvia must've had to grape him to have his babies like wtf is wrong with you, his biggest fantasy is starting a fam with her, how delusional could you be .

I can't believe someone would bring up a topic as unfunny R@PE just because you're bitter a fictional pairing you liked didn't end up together like dude you're a grown ass woman, it's time question you're behaviour .

Honestly this woman sucks ASS and i feel rlly bad for other Graylu shippers being associated with such a wackjob .

This whole ordeal has been so annoying and I hope it stops .

#fairy tail 100 years quest #fairy tail #pro gruvia #anti anti juvia #anti anti gruvia #anti hypocrisy #pro gray #pro lucy heartfilia

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eluxcastar · 2 years ago

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Childe but now he's a little brother

── ୨୧：childe & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: childe was a troublemaker as a child, basically

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: child childe, gn reader, use of childe's real name, mm family fluff and childe embarrassment served hot and fresh, reader is impled to be significantly older than childe

୨୧﹑words :: 724

generally all of my family/platonic works cover the other character being the more mature, role model-ish figure, but then I wondered about the reverse probably because I woke up with the worst stutter possible and here we are. childe isn't my first choice but something about hearing him say he wanted to team up against his siblings in a snowball fight made me think 'man what if he got punted into the sun with a snowball by his older sibling' and now we're here

all little siblingification posts

something about Ajax's tendency to behave stronger than he is is cute, always trying to be the best for his younger siblings like he doesn't have older siblings who do that for him. he is always running off to get into trouble but when he was younger the trouble was at least manageable enough that you could go get him. there are many times that though he does not call on you, he secretly feels safer having an older figure to hide behind when you come to his rescue in the face of whatever trouble he got into.

at his age, he can barely believe it when you somehow find him every time he gets himself in danger and have no problem getting all up in the face of whoever he pissed off enough to put him in danger. yes he gets a stern talking to and a smack on the head for putting himself there in the first place, but the way you would endanger yourself for him... it makes him hug you on the way home every time and often lies as he promises he won't do it again.

he thinks you're just the coolest thing sometimes, but Ajax also likes when you care for him in other ways, like when he comes to you with a book well past his bedtime and begs you to read 'just that one' to him before bed. you grab a blanket for both you and him to hide under and tell him the story he picked, a simple pleasure but he likes how warm it is when he snuggles up to your side and you wrap your arm around him. he likes when he falls asleep there, head resting on your chest where he tries to watch the pictures as the pages turn.

he gets tingles up his spine when you stroke his hair as he listens to your voice speak softly next to his ear, calming yet memorising him. it's easy to fall asleep there, hard to wake up wrapped up snug in a blanket but without you there anymore. he tends to drag himself out of bed with his blanket to see where you went and refrains from whining about it when he finds you tending to one of the younger ones at the request of your Mother. you always make room for him to curl up in your lap anyway and hand the baby off to someone else.

but that's not his favourite thing. his favourite thing and when you and your Father scoop him up and take him out to go ice fishing, carrying him along on your shoulders to the lake your Father must've picked up thick with ice that he tries to help you chisel out though he provides little in the way of help, as you tell him some story you had heard about and even gossip of your own Father's adventures knowing he finds them exciting.

he wants to hear about 'what you do all day anyway' as he waits for his fish, and you usually tell him some story he thinks is boring and asks to hear about something better but with little else to say you have to laugh it off and smother him in your lap in his puffy coat to keep him warm. until something bites and he excitedly hops up to get it like the cold doesn't bother him, like the ice isn't slippery and like he won't slip and fall on his butt like he always does.

something about your little trifles changes as he grows, and something about him becomes less and less like little Ajax, though you coddle him all the same. you always have, he feels so cold in your arms after going missing for three days, hugs you so tightly like you think he'll fall apart even though he says he's fine. he lets you carry him home and scrub him clean in a warm bath, fuss over him like you always do.

and again you will run to him to protect him when he runs off to start fights far worse than before.

but a little Ajax has to grow into a big Tartaglia someday, doesn't he? Tartaglia doesn't need to call for your help, though the moment he does, you will find him—wherever he ventures.

CROSSPOSTED ON AO3

#✦ — headcanons.#✦ — fluff.#the words 'child childe' make me STUPID laugh #THEY HAVE NO RIGHT BEING SO FUNNY #or maybe they're not funny #maybe I'm just autistic #childe #tartaglia #ajax #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin tartaglia x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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