#The Night Out changed none of that; it gave us all the more evidence of that! It's one of the most crucial episodes wrt fleshing out Dom!!

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Nate never said that his intention was to imply that Dominator has a crush on Sylvia. Their relationship in that episode was strictly platonic with "shippy undertones" at best. All he said was that he personally shipped them together because they were the only two women in the show, which is not the same as wanting/forcing them to be a couple in canon, and that him liking the ship and headcanoning Sylvia and Dominator as both being lesbians was his inspiration to write an episode putting them together, in which he could queercode them to his (and other crew members') heart's content. To say that a lone staff writer can just hijack the writing in a show that isn't his own to "make two of the main characters a couple" is just ridiculous, man... or at the very least, it is when Wander Over Yonder is the show we're talking about. Nate was open about all of this to the point that the show's supervising producer even talked about it, so literally nothing in that episode was done without McCracken's (who involves himself in pretty much every level of the creation of the show, if the hiatus video they made is any indicator) approval. If Nate Stevenson singlehandedly made Lord Dominator a lesbian it would've been because the guy in charge of it all said, "please do."

A very major part of Lord Dominator's character is the fact that she isn't interested in ANYONE romantically, and, no, The Night Out does not contradict this! Her interest in Sylvia was platonic. Writing a character as lesbian does not inherently go hand-in-hand with giving said character a female love interest, or even a crush, or anything in the realm of romance. That line of thinking is how we get people judging queer romantic relationships as the end-all-be-all of queer representation. (Tbh, all queer characters needing to be Representation is also a bit of a problem.) You can have a female character who loathes it when men take an interest in her, who likes to be gnc, who only cares about hanging out with women when it comes to keeping anyone in her company, and whose writing was significantly influenced by a lesbian writer, and have that be the sole ingredients used when deciding to let the fact that she's been envisioned as a lesbian guide the creation of the final product. A character can be a lesbian just because she's a lesbian and because different crew members threw nods to it here and there throughout the show.

.......and Sylvia is no more a horse than Wander is a chicken leg 😭

She's just an alien woman whose species is well-suited for carrying travelers around if they'd like to!

Ughhh ok, I'm gonna start this off by saying that I am all for more queer rep, especially in kid's shows. Ok? Ok. Now, Nate wanting to make Lord Dominator lesbian was such a dumb choice. So, basically in one episode "The Night Out" Nate said it was his intention to show Lord Dominator as a lesbian in that episode, by implying she has a crush on Slyvia...d-does he HAVE to add a toxic lesbian romance in whatever show he touches? First we have Catradora, now he's trying to make Dominator and Slyvia a couple, when they both HATE EACH OTHER, and when Dominator attempted to KILL SLYVIA showing no guilt. Dominator just very clearly has no romantic feelings towards Slyvia. Also Slyvia's a literal horse sooo...I don't get what his obsession is with toxic sapphic romances, but he has got to stop.

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Starting Over: Chapter 2 - Broken

Mob!Bucky x Female Reader

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When Bucky throws you out of the house for a betrayal and won't listen to your side of the story, you know the only way out is through - it's time to start over. Maybe this was never going to be your happy ending.

I'm sorry, part 2 got a little out of hand in length so I've decided to split it up into different chapters! There should only be one more part after this (maybe??!) Hope you enjoy! This is more of Bucky's POV and gives some more insight into what happened. Thanks for all your engagement with this series, as always comments and reblogs are appreciated! Unfortunately I no longer use taglists.

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Your phone sat on Bucky’s desk as he stared at it blankly. He wasn’t really sure what he expected, maybe that you’d call it, or it would magically reveal some sort of answers to the many questions he had. But it didn’t. It just laid there, about as useful as a rock. A ‘babe, how are you?! we need to hang out soon!’ notification from Natasha had lit up the screen an hour or so before, but otherwise it just continued to sit silently – an insulting prompt that mocked him with your absence, the clock on the screen taunting him with how late it had become.

He'd had a glance at the checking and credit card accounts he’d set up for you, but they hadn’t been touched. In fact, nothing had been touched. None of your clothes had moved, your toiletries remained in the bathroom. You hadn’t even appeared to have taken any shoes with you. Natasha’s casual check-in text suggested your friends were unaware of what had happened. You’d just…vanished. A ghost in the night.

He felt nauseous, his gut churning. He’d tried to find the CCTV footage of you leaving, but the image was grainy – he could hardly make you out. The cameras had been acting up lately, he needed Steve to get them fixed. He kept thinking about you wandering out into the night by yourself, no money, no plan, how he’d forced you out into the cold. The one person he swore to protect, to keep safe.

His guilt was eating him alive.

But then he thought of the recording. Your voice so clear, laughing with the fed – mocking Bucky, calling him names and sneering at his gullibility. He could hardly believe it all at first. Not you? Not his doll, who had opened him up to love in ways he could have never imagined. Surely it couldn’t have been you, who had uprooted his life for the better, who had hit him like a whirlwind, changing his very being forever in all the best ways?

But he’d checked in with Banner who ran the tech and had confirmed you had been there. Your phone had pinged the cell tower in that exact spot they’d tracked the meeting point to. They’d even found a CCTV clip of you getting in a strange car that day, despite telling Bucky you were having Wanda over for a girl’s night. The audio was delivered by his own men, verified by their informant. The evidence was overwhelming.

‘It was so easy’ you had giggled cruelly on the clip, the words burned into his memory, ‘I just fluttered my eyelashes a few times and he was asking me to move in after a few weeks. I barely lifted a finger yet he swallowed everything I gave him and asked for more. Now I know how his whole operation works…but I need more time on the Stark deal. Just give me a bit longer and I’ll have that one-armed pussy spill everything after a few more ‘I love yous’ and dirty fucks. I promise...’

Of course he’d seen red. How could he not? He’d always been hot-tempered (passionate, his mother used to say), and the recording had destroyed his entire world in a matter of seconds. Aside from the betrayal, the pain, he felt humiliated. He’d finally been vulnerable with someone, shared intimacy in ways he’d never experienced with another person – only to find out it was all a lie. A trick. A joke. It affirmed his biggest fear – that he had been correct to build those walls, to protect himself from anyone who would use his feelings against him. Love could be exploited as a weakness, and he’d turned up to the fight unarmed.

In his mind, he’d not thrown you out – not sweet, beautiful you. Not you who held him close in your sleep and nuzzled into his chest, not you who traced his scars with her fingers and encouraged him to take off his prosthetic when you were intimate if he wished to. Not you, who stayed up late on his birthday just to present him with a homemade cake when he came home after an exhausting meeting – insisting he blew out the candles. Did she ever even exist? He’d always joked you were too good to be true. Now he’d accidentally manifested that into reality.

No. He’d thrown out her. The woman who had been gathering intel on him since the moment the two of you had met. The woman who exchanged kisses for information. The woman who had laughed about all of this as she gleefully ratted on him, delighting in her prowess over the foolish, lovesick mob boss she’d so easily toppled. The woman who’d callously worn the mask of someone who loved him. She was thrown out of his house, out of his embrace.

Unfortunately, the two versions of you were one and the same.

But at least he knew better, now. He’d go back to casual sex and pretty girls hanging off his arm. Easy. Fun. Uncomplicated. The walls would go back up and they wouldn’t come down again. Deep down he’d always known that men like him weren’t meant to be loved, that they weren’t worthy of genuine affection. Not all voids could be filled. People like you, or at least who he thought you were, were not for him. They deserved better. You’d always deserved better. He’d had a brief taste of happiness, but that was all he deserved. The universe would continue to punish him for his many bad deeds.

The only thing left to do was finally go to bed, but a solemn knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. He could tell it was Steve. 

“Steve?” he called, checking his watch. It was late, he’d assumed his second in command had already gone home.

Steve entered looking sullen. He was tensely holding his phone, and someone appeared to be on FaceTime with him. He cautiously extended it to his long-time friend.

“I’m sorry, Buck”, he said gravely.

“Steve..what?” Bucky asked as he gingerly took the phone from him. Sam looked back at him from the small screen, his solemn expression mirroring Steve’s.

“Bucky…I’m sorry,” Sam said quietly in that same tone, filling Bucky with a sinking dread.

Something was very wrong here.

“What is it?” He fired angrily at Sam, “just spit it out…”

Sam flipped the camera around to face what looked like a heap of old rags on the ground. He appeared to be in a parking garage, surrounded by nothing but concrete and darkness. It was hard to make anything out.

“What am I looking at here?” Bucky squinted at the camera as he tried to focus the image. Steve silently observed over his shoulder.

“Tell him what you just told us,” came the sound of Sam’s furious voice off-camera.

Bucky watched with confusion at the screen as Sam's boot suddenly kicked out at the heap, and the heap moved.

And then he clicked.

The ‘heap’ was a man.

The man groaned and cried out as Bucky realised the ‘rags’ were ripped, bloody clothes. He rolled over in obvious pain as Sam manoeuvred the camera to get a better look. As the man turned over, Bucky recognised his face. 

It was one of his own. 

“Rumlow?” Bucky asked with confusion. 

Behind him, Steve moved closer and leaned forward to watch the screen. “Just watch, Buck” he said sombrely.  

Rumlow looked up at the phone, blearily staring into the lens as he squinted at the phone light. His face was bruised and bloodied. Someone had given him a good going over. 

“It was me. Alright? I did it,” Rumlow groaned.

“Did what?” Bucky sneered, still not entirely clear on where this was going – but already feeling his anger mounting.

Rumlow sighed heavily and Sam gave him another swift kick to the ribs to encourage him to continue. 

He moaned out in pain and closed his eyes. “Aaargh. Alright…I did it! I did it okay! I made the recording!” he spat.

Bucky’s eyes darkened as comprehension of the situation unfolding began to take hold. His fist tightened around the phone screen. “Which recording…Rumlow?” He asked, his voice sinisterly calm. 

Rumlow paused and spat a wad of blood onto the floor. Bucky recognised the look of fear building in the man’s eyes, he’d seen it many times before. Rumlow was stalling to delay the inevitable.

“Tell me!!” Bucky roared at the phone, holding it so tightly in his fist that the screen might crack.

He watched Rumlow wince as he turned away from the screen, dropping his head in defeat.

“Of your girl…talking to the police…it wasn’t her-uh-it wasn’t even real. I used AI. From…from recordings of her voice from old security footage…I’m sorry…I just-”

But Bucky was eerily composed. Rumlow took his silence as the cue to continue.

“I hacked into the security system and planted the clip of her getting in the car. And I stole her phone for a few hours when she was at the house with a friend, planting it at the meeting point then driving back with it. She didn’t even notice it was gone…I’m sorry I…”

Bucky cleared his throat. He tapped a single contemplative finger over his lips as his eyes glazed over.

“Sam?” he asked, his voice void of emotion. 

Sam flipped the camera back to face himself. He looked grimly into the lens. “I’m sorry Buck…we had no idea…I caught him on the phone with the feds about the shipment – he thought I’d already left and-”

“Keep him warm,” Bucky interrupted, his voice cold like ice, “I have more urgent matters to attend to first, but I will deal with him”.

Sam merely nodded. Just as he cut the call, Bucky heard Rumlow wail and beg in the background. He’d be doing a lot more of that soon.

In a sudden fog of anger, Bucky pelted his phone hard against the wall. He roared with rage, lobbing his scotch glass at the window – shattering both. He flipped his desk, the chair, the bookcase – leaving a tsunami of destruction in his wake. Steve merely watched on, patiently. He knew Bucky needed to vent whichever way he could.

Eventually Bucky slowed, panting with exertion as he took a second to try and slick back his hair, now unkempt and messy from his outburst. He pulled back his shoulders as he attempted to regain his composure.

“We’ll find her, Buck”, Steve told him unwaveringly. “She can’t have gone far on foot. Then you can explain everything and apologise”.

Bucky shook his head as he ran his hands through his hair. Toeing the pile of debris that now cluttered his office floor he sighed heavily. “She told me she didn’t do it, Steve. And I didn’t believe her…”

“The recording was very convincing,” Steve clamped a sympathetic hand onto Bucky’s shoulder, “it sounded just like her – and had all of us fooled. Not to mention the phone location evidence…the CCTV of her leaving…before I came up here, Sam told me that this AI is brand new tech, far more advanced and convincing than what the masses have access to…”

Bucky bleakly shook his head, “Doesn’t matter. She’s my girlfriend and I’m supposed to trust her. Believe her. When I heard her voice on that recording I just…”, he trailed off sadly, “…it tapped into my worst fears…”

Steve nodded sagely. “Let’s just find her first, and you can talk to her. And then we can deal with Rumlow”.

Bucky grimaced, “I knew he was a risk to take on…with our shared history in HYDRA’s organisation…but I never thought…”

“Let’s just find her for now,” Steve repeated, always calm in a crisis. He pulled out his phone, making calls to various members of their group, sending out texts and kicking off various communication chains. In mere minutes, they’d have entire squads of their men scouring the area with a fine-tooth comb.

Bucky stood amongst the wreckage – the room’s physical ruins a glaring reminder that this wasn’t the only mess he’d made tonight. He pulled his own phone from his jacket pocket, opening his photo album as the pings and buzzes from Steve’s device filled the room. He flicked through the pictures of you: your face cheesily grinning at the camera, your lips sweetly planted on his cheek, a candid shot of you cooking in the kitchen – caught off-guard, your mouth a small ‘o’ of surprise. You’d asked him to delete it as you thought you looked dumb, but he insisted he keep as he like the way your eyes sparkled in it. It was one of his favourites. Looking at the pictures helped him calm down, his breath evening as he remembered what was important here. He ran a finger over the image of your face, “I’m sorry, doll” he whispered, “I promise I’ll do anything I can to fix this…”

A couple of miles away, you slept deeply in the tear-stained hotel sheets – completely unaware of the organised efforts to track you down. You didn’t dream, you didn’t stir, you just slept - grateful to give yourself over to oblivion.

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There had only been a few places you could have gone on foot.

Bucky’s men had worked quickly despite the late hour. The local police force, already firmly in Bucky’s pocket, loaned him a few law enforcement bodies to assist with the search, no questions asked – as was standard. Sheriff Bodecker always played ball. They collected the CCTV from local businesses, doorbell cam footage from local residents (who weren’t particularly happy to be woken to do so, but didn’t have much choice), swept the area on foot and in vehicles. It was faintly possible you had hitchhiked and thumbed a ride into the city, but Bucky knew this wasn’t likely, so they put that option on the backburner – although it hadn’t been entirely ruled out.

The gas station staff hadn’t seen you, but their CCTV did catch a blurred figure passing in the road opposite the camera. A faint outline of your route started to emerge as the puzzle pieces came together. Eventually, Bucky was sent the security footage of you checking into the Holiday Inn. His heart pulled as he watched you looking lost at the reception desk – your eyes round like saucers as you produced crumpled dollar bills, head turning left to right as you surveyed your drab surroundings. He could only imagine how lost you must’ve felt, how hurt and betrayed. Exiled by the man you loved, you trusted, and having to hunker down in a shitty roadside hotel. Part of him was impressed by your ability to pick yourself up and keep going even in the toughest circumstances – it was one of the many reasons he loved you. But mainly, he was ashamed. Ashamed that he’d pushed you to this, that he’d failed you in so many ways.

Bucky inhaled deeply as he closed the hotel clip on his phone, nodding to his driver and stepping into the dark SUV.

I’m on my way, doll.

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IS IT CASUAL NOW?

You and Touya have been hooking up. But recently, it feels like something more, and it all comes it head in his bedroom

A fanfic based off my current fav song, causal by chappel roan !

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The consistent hum of the fan aimed at your face does nothing to ease the heat prickling your skin and the sick feeling bubbling in your stomach.

You’ve just gotten out of the shower and you should be cool, but August sun pours in from all corners of the room, despite the closed windows. Not your room, though. Touya’s room. The evidence is everywhere, from the t-shirts littered on the floor to the abandoned bass guitar leaning against his messy desk. His walls are empty apart from one pin board, adorned with post-it notes and movie stubs and pictures of his friends, one of you and him in the middle.

You’re in his bed now. Have been since you’d stepped out of his bathroom and quickly changed. The sheets are rumpled from earlier and you sigh. Your skin smells like Touya. His shampoo and his shower gel you’ve smelt on him too many times to count. Smelt on him as he spread you out across his bed and kissed down your torso.

You wish you could say that he was a doting boyfriend that had offered you a shower after a passionate night together. Instead, you can hear him bustling around his kitchen most likely getting himself food and you none.

You didn’t even know what to call him. A friend? A boyfriend? A lover? All you knew was that the second he messaged you to come over you did so running. And could you be blamed? Youd been friends with Touya for three years and you’d liked him for two. How could you not? That dusty white hair that was always perfectly unkept, the piercings, the motorbike. So yes, when he’d approached you one day, the two of you drunk of a bottle of his fathers vodka, you complied, practically jumped into his lap. You were as prepared as anyone else when he told you it would be casual, no attachments.

But that’s not what it felt like.

He did too much. Too much to label this as friends with benefits and nothing else. He introduced you to his family, for gods sake. Well, introduced was a strong word to use.

You’d be in his bed, only wearing one of his shirts and nothing more. He had been pacing around the room, complaining about some argument he’d had with his dad when someone had knocked frantically on his door. You both froze. Touya had assured you he was home alone, and after the sounds you’d been making not long ago, you were really hoping that was true.

You got up quickly, practically diving across the room to grab your trousers from the floor.

“Touya, you said we were home alone!”

“We are!” He whispered furiously. He dug through one of his dressers and pulled out a bra.ome of your favourites, to be more precise. Before you could comment he waved at you to put it on.

“No, we are clearly not.” You stand up and he curses under his breath.

“Who is it?” He calls out.

“It’s me! Open the door.” The voice is small and young and you grin.

You’d heard of Touya’s siblings, obviously. You’d even seen Fuyumi once or twice around school. But you’d never actually met them, especially little Shoto. Touya knew how much you loved kids and did all he could to keep you two apart.

“Piss off.” Touya says. You tut, shoving his arm and get up to open the door.

“Mum says you can’t say that word to me anymore. She says that-“ Shoto’s words are cut off as soon as he sees you. His eyebrows furrow, his little fist raised to knock on the door stuffed in his pocket. He peers up at you, one eye blue and the other brown, and squints.

“Who are you?”

You tell him your name and crouch down in front of him. “It’s nice to meet you. You’ve got very cool eyes.”

“Thanks. My mum and dad gave them to me.”

You laugh slightly. Shoto looks behind you and scowls at Touya.

“Mum says you have to come help with the shopping and also you aren’t allowed girls in your room.” His voice is traced with the lilt of an annoying younger sibling, but you can’t help but find him adorable.

“Shut up, you brat. Don’t tell me what to do.” Touya brushes past and flicks Shoto on the head. He grabs your hand and tugs you to your feet.

“Come on. You’re gonna have to meet my mum.”

Before you can protest he’s dragging you down the stairs, the pattering of tiny feet following behind you. When you enter the kitchen, Touya drops your hand. Fuyumi’s washing a bowl of fruit at the sink, Touya’s other brother (Natsuo, you think) is filling up the fridge, and the woman you assume to be his mother is chopping onions. She’s beautiful. That’s the first thing you notice. She looks young to have four kids, and she smiles warmly at you when she notices your presence in the kitchen. You’re not necessarily shy, but the eyes of Touya’s family planted on you is almost enough to have you hide behind him. But of course, he’s no help. He just reaches for a bag of groceries and waves at you.

“This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Natsou, Fuyumi and my mother.” He doesn’t look away from where he’s filling up a cupboard with cans of soemthing

You smile. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

“It’s lovely to meet you too! Nice to finally put a face to the name I hear all the time.” His mother smiles. You glance at Touya who is actively avoiding eye contact.

“He talks about me?”

“Oh, all the time. If anything, we can’t get him to shut-“

“Mum.”

“Sorry, sorry!” She holds up a hand in surrender but she sends you a wink.

“What are you guys doing home so early, anyways?” Touya asks.

“Dunno, we finished up early. What, we interrupting something?” Natsou grins and Touya smacks the back of his head. “Ow. Your girlfriend won’t like you anymore if you’re mean to me, you know.”

“Fuck off, you freak.”

“Language, Touya.” His mum sighs.

You ignore the warm feeling in your chest at Touya not denying the girlfriend allegations. You grab a bag from the floor and join Touya. His mother protests and tries to grab it from you.

“No, please, it’s fine, Mrs Todoroki.”

“Honey, you’re in my house, of course it’s not okay. And please, call me Rei.” She grabs the bag out of your hand and dumps it in a reluctant Touya’s.

“You go sit inside, I’ll send Touya to you soon.”

You oblige after much more argument. The living room is small. You remember Touya telling you this house was all his mum could afford after the divorce. But it didn’t matter, because despite the size it felt like a home. Trophies from Natsou’s sport events, pictures of the family at Christmas. It was cozy, all blue hues and pillows on every seat. You sat back but you weren’t alone for long. Shoto walked in, carrying two lollipops in his hands. He clambers onto the couch next to you and holds one out.

“For you.”

“Why thank you, Shoto, that’s very kind.” You take it out his hand, unwrap it quickly and pop it in your mouth. You watch him struggle with his for a moment before you offer to open it for him. You do so quickly and he nods his thanks. When he does speak again, it’s around the sweet that’s already staining his tongue blue.

“Are you Touya’s girlfriend?” You shake your head no.

“Good. You’re way too pretty for him.”

You snort a laugh. “You know, I agree. And I think you’re way too cute to be his little brother.”

Shoto nods. He kicks his feet up and down.

“Cool socks.” You point. They’re adorned with a little spiderman and he wriggles his feet at your comment.

“I know. I love spiderman.”

“I love spiderman too!”

Shoto nearly smiles then. The boy is quite monotone, you realise, but he perks up at the mention of the superhero. “He’s so cool. I wanna be a hero when I’m older. Like him.”

“I say you do it. Going to have to have big strong muscles to do that.” You point out.

Shoto almost rolls his eyes. “I already have big strong muscles. Look.” He brandishes his skinny arms and you gasp.

“Wow! How do you lift your arms up with this gun show?” You tickle under his arm and he giggles.

“Cause I’m a hero, duh.” He does roll his eyes this time you grin. You have an idea then. Something that always made your own little sister crack a smile.

“Well, can you fly?”

Shoto looks at you like you’re stupid. “Of course not.”

You pretend to think for a second. You tap your chin with your finger and you stand up slowly. You reach your hands forward and move your fingers.

“You sure?” You drag out the syllables of your words.

“Very.”

You suddenly reach forward and pick him up. He squeals as you spin him around, and drop him back on the couch.

“Liar, you can fly!”

He laughs, finally, and throws his arms in the air. “Again!”

You do the same thing and he squeals again, arms coming to grab your shoulders. You’re both laughing, slightly breathless, when you notice Touya standing at the door. He has a look on his face you can’t quite decipher, but it feels so fond you have to avert your gaze.

You’d stayed for dinner that day, much to the excitement of Shoto, who couldn’t seem to leave your side. You felt comfortable with his family and despite Touya’s silence throughout the meal, you enjoyed yourself.

You wonder where his family is now. It’s just you and Touya in the house, and he’s still doing whatever downstairs.

Your phone buzzes and you reach over the bed to grab it from its place on the bedside table. It’s your friends. They’re all out apparently, and asking where you are. One of them jokes that she ‘hopes you’re not with Touya again’. You’re sure they’re all laughing. You’re so happy at least somebody is enjoying all of this.

It’s not that they don’t like Touya. They’ve met him a couple times, at parties and when you’re sitting together in school. They think he’s funny and they definitely think he’s hot. The whole school does. Who can resist the bad boy with hair over his eyes and a tongue piercing? What they don’t like about Touya is how he treats you.

They’ve heard the rumours. Most people have, that you and him are hooking up. Which you guess is true. There’s nothing wrong with that. What your friends are more worried about is how he treats you like his girlfriend one day and an acquaintance at best the next. The more harsh friends of yours call you a loser for putting up with it. You thought that was a bit much before but you feel like a loser now.

You run a hand across your neck. More hickeys you’ll have to cover before school. Touya loves marking you, something he mumbled into your skin one day. You did the same to him once and he was off with you for a bit. The next time you saw him he told you that ‘we’re not together’ and that it sent mixed signals. To who? That’s what you wanted to ask. But it’s casual so you nodded and agreed, and your shirt was off in the next breath.

You wish that it was easier. That you didn’t feel as much as you did, in particular towards him. Maybe it would’ve been easier then. If it was all just sexual then yes, maybe you could end it. Block his number and tell him to stop talking to you.

But you can’t.

You think you might love him. If not now, then soon, if things keep going the way they are. Because Touya has never treated it like it was casual, like you weren’t together. There’s no way with how he kisses you. So softly. How on some days, when he shows up to your house in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, he holds you like you’re the only thing stopping him from drowning. How, in the backseat of his car, he told you about his father, explained away each scar littered across his body. There was no way that, all from a boy everybody knew had no attachments, meant nothing.

He’d never admit it though. You knew this. You’d spent the past month rolling it around your head, and you knew that’s why you had to end it. Whatever the hell this was.

Your thoughts are cut off as the door to his bedroom swings open. Touya walks in with two packets of crisps and a can of coke. He throws one at you and you let it fall in front of you.

“Food is fuel. Eat up.” He says, cracking the can open with his teeth.

You shake your head. “I’m not hungry.”

He falls on the bed next to you. You scoot backwards and he’s laying on his stomach, and takes a swig of his drink. He’s only wearing boxers and you actively avert your eyes from him. You instead focus your gaze on your hands that fiddle in your lap.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He makes a noise.

Touya sits up slightly and moves towards you. His forearms rest either side of your legs and he kisses your neck, licks over the marks he’d left not long ago, before reaching your lips. And you allow yourself to forget for a moment as he kisses you. He reaches a hand up to cup your face, teeth nipping your bottom lip. And it’s then, with how tenderly his fingers stroke your cheek, you remember. You remember your friends calling you a loser, the way he dropped your hand when his family saw him holding it.

You push him back and get up. You shake your head as he furrows his brows.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t do this anymore.” You just say it. The words spit out your mouth like you can’t hold them in any longer. Touya sits up now, and his face is changing from confused to angry bit by bit.

“What do you mean?”

“This! The fucking, and- and the kissing and the sleeping together, everything! I can’t do this anymore!” You yell. You walk further away from his bed like it’ll make this any easier. You’re not sure when this progressed to something angry, but you can’t help yourself.

Touya stands. He grabs a pair of sweatpants and you look away as he changes, like you haven’t seen every part of him, physical and not.

“And what has made you come to this sudden realisation? Everything has been fine.” He snaps.

“For you. Touya, you drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”

Touya scoffs. “The fuck did I do?”

You laugh then, but it’s void of any mirth. You push your hair back with one hand, overstimulated and so angry.

“You tell me it’s casual. That we are casual, and then you do all this shit! I mean- your mother invited me to your holiday house, for fucks sake! And your siblings. I mean, Fuyumi calls me all the time and I don’t mind, I love her. All of your siblings, but. You can’t act like it doesn’t mean anything! That we’re that close!”

Touya shakes his head. He’s lost all looks of confusion and you might say he looks bored. It only fuels your anger even more.

“And- the way you kiss me. The way you hold me after we fuck, I-“

“It doesn’t mean anything.” He snaps.

“Don’t do that! Don’t lie to my face!” You yell.

“I’m not lying! I told you. I told you from the start that this meant nothing. It’s not my problem you’re acting crazy.” He shakes his head.

You think you might cry. You feel the prickle of tears line the inside of your eyes and you blink furiously. You’re not sure if it’s anger or sadness but either way you won’t give him the privilege of seeing it.

“No. You don’t get to act all cool about this. You were eating me out in the passenger seat of your shitty car, and I’m the crazy one?”

You pace around the room. You can’t even look at him. At the look on his face. You think you might hit him if you do.

“Look, I tried. Okay? I tried to be the chill girl, and I tried to give you your space, but I can’t! I’m not the chill girl, I’m so pent up about this. You know how badly all my friends cuss me out because of you? Because of the way you treat me?”

He walks towards you then. He’s standing in front of you and you’re forced to look up at his looming height. You can smell the same shower gel on him that’s on you, and you step back, ignoring the tightening of your chest.

“You don’t get to fucking act like I’m the problem here. You’ve had every opportunity to leave, don’t act like I’m the only one responsible.” He spits, finger pointing at your face. You shove his hand out of your way.

“Oh yeah? And when Kai asked me out, how did you react? Because last I checked he stood me up on my date because somebody had told him I was taken. You had nothing to do with that?”

Touya stutters then, and you think you’ve finally got him. Had finally found the thing that’ll make him realise he likes you too. That you could be together. For real.

“Yeah, I told him to back off. I don’t shit where I eat.”

You freeze then. “What's that supposed to mean?”

Touya pauses for a second. Something crosses over his face, and then he settles. Like he’s decided on something. The hard set of his shoulders and the way his eyes bore into yours.

“Kai is a friend. You are somebody I fuck. I don’t need the two of you mixing.”

The tears in your eyes blur your vision. You know he’s trying to hurt you. You know he’s doing this to push you away because he’s too scared to commit. But god, it’s working. Confirms every little thing that eats at you every time Touya turns you away, all the things your friends had warned you about.

“You’re bitter about that. That’s fine. I don’t really care. I warned you. I told you what to expect from me, and like an idiot, you wanted more. I told you this was all casual and you didn’t listen. That’s not my problem. And if you want to end things that’s fine.”

Part of you thought he might fight. Might try to fight for you if you tried to end it. You’d stayed up night after night, fooling yourself that Touya cared. Even if he couldn’t show it. Past it all you thought you meant something to him. People were dramatic. Your friends were dramatic. He showed that he liked you back in his own way. But you look at him now, the look in his eyes, and you don’t think he could care any less about you.

“You fucked me in the bathroom while your family ate dinner downstairs and you wonder why I’m bitter about this?” You inch closer, jabbing your finger in his chest.

“You showed me everything, everything about yourself and you just expect me to think it’s casual? Are you fucking serious, Touya?”

You shake your head and the tears do fall. You wipe aggressively at your cheeks and you watch his cold demeanour falter as he watches them drip down your face. Touya’s hand twitches like he’s going to reach forward but he decides against it. Just steps back and looks away instead.

“God, they were right. I hate that I let this drag on so long. And you- you don’t even care.” You sniff, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

Touya says nothing. He sits back down on his bed. Reaches into the table next to his bed and grabs his cigarettes. You face scrunched up, the way you know it does when you’re about to really cry, and you turn away.

“Go to hell, Todoroki.”

You know that stings. You hope it does, as you grab the rest of your stuff. He doesn’t call out as you walk out his room. Doesn’t try to stop you as you slam his front door shut.

You’re finally reminded of the prickly heat as you’re walking down the sidewalk. Only this time, there’s no fan to cool down the sweat on your skin, washing away the last scent of Touya you think you’ll ever come across.

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hope you enjoyed! if you’d like a part two where I force Touya to admit that he actually is in love with y/n plz let me know 🩷

[tenjikufag]

dude im a cornball and a hornball at thr same time and i found out when i saw jiyans slutty ahh WAIST 😍 SO i humbly request for jiyan x top male reader smut 😭 maybe after a td outbreak hes all tired n stuff so reader takes care of him the whole night <33

Reward.

Jiyan x Top!Male Reader

-SMUT!, fluffy, sub(?) Jiyan etc it’s smut there’s nothing more to it ?

-THANK YOU FOR THE REQ!! I adore this man. Going from story line though ah hope that’s okay.

Jiyan groaned, his body and mind tired from the TD outbreak and having to attend the summer games almost directly afterwards. Rover was a nice change of pace to have around, made his own life easier and eased a lot of social tension present from attending while being.. well him. He’s the general, and anyone under him would feel a certain way about having him in their party.

But, none of that mattered because he wanted nothing more than to return home to you- you’d been one of the resonators to stay back to protect the city borders and while you were absolutely fine and unscathed.. he couldn’t keep you out of his thoughts the whole time.

His body craved to feel you after it all, with everything being so crazy since Rover had woken and almost seemingly set off every catalyst to the impending outbreak.. you weren’t around nearly enough for his liking.

—

Jiyan felt his feet start to drag, his ankles almost jelly when the home the two of you shared came into view. A soft smile teased his lips when he finally reached the front door.

“Ji? Is that you?”

Your voice released the tension he held in his jaw and shoulders; quickly he followed your voice, without a single second wasted his arms wrapped around your torso.

“It’s nice to see you too, love. Go get washed up and I’ll have your clothes and blankets ready on the bed..”

“Just let me hold you for a moment longer..”

Smiling, you let him squeeze you. You could feel how tense his joints were, his new scratches and bruises would surely appear within the next hours but you’d tend to them when he was clean. The male finally, but reluctantly, let go and made his way to the bathroom to shower.

You were relieved to know he was relatively okay, obviously exhausted but okay nonetheless. It was time to prep his reward, a massage!

It was routine.

—

Setting his things out on the bed, the water shut off and he slinked out of the bathroom, followed by the steam.

“Lay down, I have everything ready. Just relax.”

His long damp hair cascaded down his body, swaying with every step he took to lay down on the bed- stomach down and he cuddled into the pillows.

Squirting a bit of lotion into your hands, you warmed it up and started from his legs up.

Your partner had no real reaction aside from sighs of relief but when you started his thighs, he started to moan.

“Right there, ugh.. press deeper..”

Chuckling, you complied. The higher you went, more he moaned and whined.

His waist and back were the most sensitive.

And you loved teasing him..

Digging your thumbs into his hips, he whined and arched his back. You circled around the flesh, relishing in his shaky breathes and the way he gripped the sheets.

“Don’t get too excited Jiyan, we aren’t even half way..”

Leaning up to his ear, you whispered to him and gave him light praises.

“You did such a good job, general.. I’m so glad I get to make you feel so good~”

Gliding your thumbs up his sides, you rubbed inwards to his tacet mark.

Not many non resonators knew, but a tacet mark is incredibly sensitive. Despite needing to be exposed to be used, the marking was sensitive to the touch.

Jiyan adored when you touched it, making his body flush with arousal at the tender care you took with each pass you made at it.

The male laid huffing under you, blush evident from his ears.

“So lewd, general. I almost think you’d want something else, Hm?”

You brought your hand towards his glutes and massaged deeply into the plush flesh. Earning a breathy moan from him.

“I want my reward.. please..”

“Oh? What’s that? What does my sweet boy want?”

“It’s my reward, please.. stop messing around..”

Smiling softly, you complied. Getting off the bed and grabbing oils. Returning to the bed you kneeled behind him, his legs straddled under your own.

“I apologize, you’re right. You did so well, such a good job, and still managed to come back to me~ how lucky am I?”

Massaging the oil onto his ass, you slowly made you ways towards his entrance- lightly separating his cheeks and letting oil drip onto his hole.

The male was already moaning freely under you, twitching slightly every time you ghosted over his entrance.

“Are you ready?”

He groaned out a “yes please” and that would have to suffice for now.

Scooping more oil into your hand, you toyed around the rim and slipped a finger in. His ass clenched around your finger before relaxing, allowing you to move around.

It wasn’t long until you slipped two in, then three.

Jiyan raised his hips, almost chasing after your hand every time you pulled out.

“Such a good boy. So good for me.”

Reaching your hand around, you grabbed his hard dick- it was throbbing in your hand and all of his precum made it easy to start jerking him off.

He moved his head to the side to peak at you behind him, mouth open and gasping.

“More. Give me more.”

Pulling away your hands, you wiped them off on the towel beside your partner.

You undressed, far too slow for your partners liking. He flipped to lay on his back and raised his legs for you.

His face was flushed, a faint dribble of drool on the corner of his lips.. he was a sight to behold, truly.

You loomed over him, tip barely poking into him as you looked into his glazed eyes. Leaning down, you caught his lips and he eagerly accepted- letting your tongue explore his mouth and bite his lips.

He whimpered when you pulled away, only to quickly clasp a hand over his mouth when you finally slid into him.

“You gotta relax Ji.. your squeezin’ too hard..”

Hissing, his ass almost painfully gripped you and sucked you in deeper. You leaned down again and kissed his neck to ease his tightness. The more he moaned, the less pressure you felt around you.

When he was finally relaxed, you started thrusting into his at an even, mild, pace. Just like he liked.

This was a reward after all, he needed to be pampered and cared for.

With every thrust, he gasped and tried to grab something. Whether it was the sheets, his own hair, your arms, anything. His need to grab something always led to him pulling you close and scratching your back out of desperation.

His nails dug into your skin as he cried in pleasure. You hissed with every pass his nails made, running over the same spots over and over.

“I’m gonna..”

He came all over his stomach, eyes tightly held shut. His body tensed, letting go of you and breathing heavily.

Smiling, you licked your lips and pecked his cheek before leaning up and placing your hands on his tiny waist.

Circling your thumbs on the soft flesh, you picked up the pace. Making him gasp, putting his hands up to pull at his own hair and arching his back. He bit his lips the faster you went, abuse on his prostate made his vision hazy and almost let him choke on his drool.

The heat in your abdomen built, your own gasping mixing with the gasps from the male under you.

“Alright love, quickly.. fuck.. in or out..”

“In. Don’t you dare pull out.”

He glared up at you, as if you’d asked him the dumbest question ever before going back to being a gasping moaning mess.

Nodding, you kept up the pace and the burning became a wave of warmth as you came inside him.

Jiyan twitched under you, his last orgasm riding out with your load inside him.

He laid there, trying to catch his breathe. You smiled softly at him, giving him another kiss and peppering soft pecks around his face.

“Good boy, you did a great job. I’m proud of you.”

He only groaned, making you laugh lightly.

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡love in full bloom 💐

you've ordered: mixed berry ice cream! enjoy!

"the highlight of my life and my reason to keep going is you~" (inspired by the song "In Bloom" by zerobaseone (zb1))

regulus black x reader | word count: 2,073 words

summary: it's you and regulus's one year anniversary 💐 (feat. a few other marauders era characters)

warnings: kinda rushed towards the end, other than that, none <3

note: reader is gender neutral (like always unless i specify). i used they/ them pronouns, but feel free to change them to your preferred pronouns while reading :D

regulus arcturus black.

it still baffled you to this day just how you managed to snag him. you'd been merely minding your own business, when you got paired up with him for an assignment. your gut churned as you remembered the things people had said about him. that he doesn't take kindly to new people, that he's rude and stuck up, that he cared for no one but himself.

but you quickly came to realize the the poor boy was just...misunderstood. while working with him, you slowly started to realize that you two had more in common than you thought. though he wasn't very good at expressing himself out loud, you still did your best to understand him.

the day he'd confessed to you was probably the best day of your life. he did it in a corner of the courtyard, bashfully stumbling over his words until you leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. saying he was over the moon was an understatement. his friends and brother were too, specifically sirus and barty who were hiding just around the corner, their heads hanging in shame when you confronted them. but in truth, regulus owed them big time for the help.

present day

you couldn't sleep last night. you were too excited about what was to come the next day: you and regulus' one year anniversary as a couple. to think it had already been a year since that cute little confession. you two shared many sweet (and some not-so-sweet) moments together, your bond growing stronger each day.

"someone seems excited!" lily quipped as she sat on your bed, watching you get ready for the day.

"of course they are. it's a very special day for them and mr. black." dorcas teased, marlene making silly kissing noises in the background.

you rolled your eyes, grabbing a pillow and playfully chucking it marlene's way, the blonde letting out a soft "oof!", the pillow still hitting her face as she caught it halfway.

"come on! tell us, what's reggie got planned?" she asked, tossing the pillow back to you, which you skillfully caught.

"that's the thing. i don't know. he hasn't told me anything." you answered, tossing the pillow up in the air and catching it.

"ooh, ooh! i bet he's gonna do something super romantic." dorcas exaggerated, a lovestruck sigh leaving her lips.

"sorry, but i don't particularly think "romance" and "regulus black" sit at the same table." lily said, making you stifle a laugh.

"hey, well at least he's trying." you said, some sympathy in your voice as you grabbed your bag. "everyone ready?"

the other girls nodded, the four of you taking your leave to class for the morning.

meanwhile...

this was bad. really bad. it was no secret to the boys that regulus had been racking his brain for days, trying to figure out what to do for your one year anniversary. it was evident that he wasn't really much of a romantic, but he tried for you.

unfortunately, the others weren't much help, either being as empty headed as he or giving him rather basic suggestions.

"candle lit dinner?" sirus suggested. "with flowers and music?" remus added.

"we did that on our first date. it'll look tacky if we do it again." his brother moaned.

"just buy some snacks and cuddle in your dorm or something." barty said, spinning a pencil between his fingers.

"barty, this is a very special day. we can't do something so simple. plus, we already do that all the time." regulus confirmed.

"how about you make something for them?" evan chimed in.

"that could possibly work, but then what?" regulus buried his face in his hands, a groan of frustration leaving him.

just as he was about to give up, james pipped up, tapping his finger on the table. "i've got something. but it'll take some effort from all of us."

regulus slowly lifted his head, looking in james's direction. "i'm listening..."

james snatched the pencil barty was twirling and grabbed a sheet of paper, starting to scribble things down and sketch somethings out. the boys huddled around him, regulus's mouth falling agape in surprise.

"james....you're a genius." regulus said, gently squeezing the gryffindor's shoulder.

"you can say it again, i don't mind." james mumbled, pushing his glasses up in a moment of pride.

"don't get cocky." the dark haired slytherin sighed, bringing his hands together. "alright, we've got seven hours to put this all together. this is a very special day for us, so i will not tolerate any mess ups."

"aww, look! my little brother's all grown up!" sirus said, wiping away imaginary tears and earning himself an annoyed glare from the other black brother.

it was now lunchtime and the girls (+ barty and evan) wouldn't stop pestering you. the reason, unbeknownst to you, being that regulus asked the two boys to keep you occupied. from that request, they contacted the girls and got them in on the little scheme.

"soooo, what did you prepare for our awkward little lover boy?" barty snickered, poking you in the side and earning himself an annoyed glare.

"it's nothing special, really." you muttered, your cheeks turning as red as the strawberries on your plate as you thought about your gift for regulus.

"that's code for: "i actually spent 3 days staying up till 5 am trying to construct the perfect gift for my lover, but i'm insecure about it." " pandora "whispered" to the boys.

"pandora!" you yelled in embarrassment, scoffing as she hid behind her brother before you could cover her face in carbonara pasta.

"ooh, spill, spill!!" dorcas gushed, clinging to your arm.

you let out a sigh of defeat, rummaging through your bag. "if any of you tell him about this, i'm turning all of you into red newts." you threatened.

"oh, i'm so scared!" barty said in a tone of mock fear.

you rolled your eyes and pulled out a small box. "i know how much reggie loves his jewelry, especially rings." you began, opening the box.

everyone immediately crowded around, sticking their heads in your space. you had to clear your throat and give them a little nudge before they backed off.

you reached inside and pulled out a chunky ring. you couldn't even get a word out before dorcas yelled.

"YOU'RE PROPOSING TO REGGIE?" that earned her a smack in the back of the head from marlene.

"thank you, marlene." you giggled, shaking your head. "obviously not! can you all be patient?"

as everyone settled down, you brought the ring closer. it had a wide, silver band and a chunky, dark emerald green jewel. there was a clasp on it too, like a locket. you pulled the tiny clasp and opened up the ring.

"what are you gonna put inside?" evan asked.

"maybe i'll write him a letter or something..." you said, resting your chin on your palm as you looked at the ring. "i just hope he likes it..."

"oh, trust me, he'll love it! and you'll love what he's planning for yo-! ow!" barty yelped as evan stepped on his foot, giving him a slight glare.

"anyways, he'll definitely like it. don't sweat it, bub." evan mutters, getting up to leave with barty before any beans were spilled.

fast forward, and it's almost midnight. and you haven't seen or heard from regulus. all. damn. day. when you asked the others about him, they'd have to lie right to your face, telling you they hadn't seen him, or that he's "busy." busy with what? they wouldn't say.

you were now sat on your bed, finishing up your gift for regulus. you twirled the ring between your fingers, a slight frown on your lips. just where the hell was he? was he avoiding you? maybe...he didn't want to celebrate your anniversary anymore. you decided to sleep it off, placing the ring in its box and finding comfort under the fluffy duvet.

you hadn't even been asleep for an hour, when you were awoken by the sound of tapping at your window. when you went to go see what it was, you saw a messenger owl with a little slip of paper tied to its leg. you quickly untied it and unraveled a small slip, scanning its contents.

"meet me in the courtyard." ~R

you knew exactly who wrote this. you were quick to pull on your uniform's jacket, grabbed the ring box and slipping it into your pocket as you left. you soon arrived at your desired location, looking around. you frowned as you saw no one there, clutching the slip of paper.

"hello? is anyone here?" you called out, just to be met with silence. "reggie?" nothing.

just as you were about to leave, you noticed something moving out of the corner of your eye. or rather...someone.

"LET IT RIP, BOYS!" you were not expecting to hear barty yelling....and you definitely weren't expecting to get rained on!

as you ran for cover from a slight shower of rain, something covered you, the rain stopping momentarily. you glanced up to see none other than regulus himself.

"reggie-" you mumbled, your heart skipping a beat. the dark haired slytherin gave you a soft smile before looking out at the courtyard. "now!" he yelled, eliciting a confused mumble from you.

just then, your favorite flowers began to bloom on the grass around the two of you, coming around to make a heart. your hand covered your mouth in shock as pretty wisps of color swirled around the two of you.

you were speechless as you looked at regulus, feeling his free hand cup your cheek. "you did all this...for me?" you asked, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"of course. i know i'm not very good with doing romantic stuff, but...i wanted you to know how much you mean to me. i love you more than anything, i swear it. you make me feel things i've never felt before and...you're very special to me."

you felt tears streaming down your cheeks, your hands fumbling to pull out the ring. "reg, this is....this is beyond beautiful. i-i can't thank you enough. uh, i hope...." you sniffled a bit, fanning your tear stained face. "i hope you'll like my gift."

you opened up the box, revealing the emerald ring. regulus's eyes widened, his heart swelling with love in his chest. "y/n, it's beautiful-" before he could finish, you opened up the ring.

he held it and peered inside, his heart melting. inside was two tiny drawings you'd made: one of him and one of you. they were rather cute, making the slytherin feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"what would i do without you? i'll cherish this ring for as long as i live." he smiled, starting to tear up himself. regulus leaned over and whispered to you.

"i hope i'll get to return the favor one day." your eyes widened as he said that, your breath catching in your throat.

"wait, you mean-?"

"yes...i mean it. in the future, i want to be with you. i want to marry you, y/n l/n."

and with that, regulus pressed a soft kiss to your lips, letting the umbrella fall. you gladly kissed him back, smiling like an idiot into it. right on cue, the rain drops around you became rose petals, their sweet scent filling your senses.

the sound of clapping and cheering pulled you two out of your little moment. you pulled away to see the whole gang standing there, stupid grins on their faces.

"how did you-! wait...so all of you were in on this?" you asked, a slight gasp leaving you.

"exactly. this was actually all james's idea." sirus said, shaking the gryffindor by his shoulders.

"happy anniversary, you two!" james said, his cheeks coloring a bit.

you couldn't contain your gratitude, rushing over and hugging him pretty tight. "y/n, can't...breathe..."

"sorry, sorry!" you giggled, pulling away and rushing to hug everyone else. "i love you guys, truly! thank you for making our night so special."

"of course! now get outta here, lovebirds!" dorcas teased, winking at you.

you intertwined your fingers with regulus's, making your way back to his dorm. the rest of the night was filled with cuddles, stolen kisses, and words of love and affection.

you felt truly blessed to have met regulus. you'd truly found your soulmate. 💐

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[geotjwrs]

Could you maybe do one where Jenna and Reader are working on Wednesday season 1 (They’re just friends but both like each other and haven’t told the other yet) and Percy (or literally anyone else) flirts with Jenna a bit, which makes Reader jealous. Jenna doesn’t notice at all how jealous Reader gets but their friends notice and eventually when Jenna is talking about Reader saying she wishes Reader felt the same way she feels about her the friends just straight up tell her about how jealous Reader gets, calling Jenna just blind cause it was very very obvious.

Jenna realises and confronts reader about it, not sure what could happen from there but yeah

Anyways I love your work you’re like one of my fave writers on here!! ❤️❤️

can't you see me

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

The set of "Wednesday" was buzzing with the usual hustle and bustle of filming. Jenna and Y/N had become close friends since the start of production. They shared jokes, late-night talks, and a deep connection that neither dared to label as more than friendship.

During a break, Percy Hynes White strolled over to Jenna, exuding his usual charm. Y/N watched from a distance, his stomach twisting as Percy leaned in closer, his body language oozing flirtation.

"Hey, Jenna," Percy said with a grin, his eyes locked on hers. "After this, how about dinner? I know a great place."

Jenna giggled, twirling a strand of her hair. "That sounds nice, Percy. Maybe we can invite the whole cast."

Percy's smile faltered slightly, but he nodded. "Sure, the more, the merrier."

Jenna and Percy continued to chat, their conversation filled with laughter and playful touches. Y/N clenched his fists, trying to appear unaffected. Emma, who was nearby, gave him a knowing look.

"Dude, you're like an open book," Emma whispered.

"What are you talking about?" Y/N muttered, eyes still fixed on Jenna and Percy.

Emma rolled her eyes. "You're jealous. It's obvious. Why don't you just tell Jenna how you feel?"

Y/N sighed, frustration evident in his voice. "It's not that simple, Emma. We're just friends. She doesn't feel that way about me."

Emma smirked. "If you say so. But I think you're the one who's blind here."

Over the next few days, Y/N started to distance himself from Jenna. He avoided long conversations, kept his interactions professional, and immersed himself in his work. Jenna noticed the change and felt a pang of hurt and confusion.

"Y/N, do you want to run lines?" Jenna asked one afternoon, approaching him with her usual bright smile.

Y/N glanced up, forcing a smile. "Actually, I need to go over my scene with the director. Maybe later?"

Jenna's smile faded slightly, but she nodded. "Sure, later then."

As the days passed, Y/N's distance became more pronounced. He spent more time alone, listening to music in his trailer, and avoiding any situation where he might see Jenna with Percy.

One evening, after filming wrapped, Jenna decided she couldn't take it anymore. She headed to Y/N's trailer, determined to find out what was going on. She found him inside, earphones in, listening to Clairo's "Bags."

"Y/N," Jenna said, knocking softly before entering.

Y/N looked up, quickly pulling out his earphones. "Hey, Jenna. What's up?"

Jenna took a deep breath, her heart pounding. "We need to talk."

Y/N's smile faded, concern flickering in his eyes. "Is everything okay?"

Jenna nodded, stepping closer. "No, it's not. You've been so distant lately. Did I do something wrong?"

Y/N sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's not you, Jenna. It's just... complicated."

Jenna frowned, frustration bubbling up inside her. "Complicated? You've been avoiding me, Y/N. We used to be so close, and now you barely talk to me."

Y/N looked away, the weight of his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "I just needed some space."

"Space?" Jenna echoed, her voice rising. "From what? From me?"

Y/N clenched his fists, feeling the anger and frustration boiling over. "From seeing you with Percy, okay? I can't stand watching you two together."

Jenna blinked, taken aback. "Percy? We're just friends, Y/N. Why does it bother you so much?"

"Because I like you, Jenna!" Y/N shouted, his voice cracking. "I've liked you for a long time, and seeing you with him... it hurts. Can't you see me, Jenna? I'm right here."

The room fell silent, the weight of Y/N's confession hanging in the air. Jenna stared at him, her mind racing as she processed his words.

"Y/N," she said softly, stepping closer. "I had no idea. I've been so blind. I thought... I thought you only saw me as a friend."

Y/N looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and despair. "I didn't want to ruin what we had. I thought it was better to stay silent."

Jenna reached out, taking his hand in hers. "You didn't ruin anything, Y/N. I feel the same way. I've been too scared to say anything, but... I really like you too."

Y/N's eyes lit up with a mixture of disbelief and happiness. "Really?"

Jenna nodded, her smile bright and genuine. "Really."

From that day forward, the dynamic between Y/N and Jenna shifted. They were still the same playful friends, but now, there was an added layer of affection and understanding. During scenes, their chemistry was undeniable, drawing admiration from the cast and crew.

One day, while filming a particularly intense scene, Jenna and Y/N found themselves holding hands longer than necessary. The director noticed but didn't say anything, smiling to himself. During breaks, they would steal moments together, sharing quiet conversations and secret smiles.

As the final scenes of "Wednesday" wrapped up, the cast and crew gathered for a small celebration. Jenna and Y/N found a quiet corner, away from the noise.

"I can't believe it's over," Jenna said, her voice tinged with sadness.

Y/N smiled softly. "It's just the beginning for us, Jenna."

She looked up at him, her eyes shining. "Yeah, it is."

[temis-de-leon]

Day 4 - Blow a kiss

Characters: Leviathan x gn!MC

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CW: none, this is pure fluff, established relationship

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Sharing a wall with the kitchen wasn’t all fun and games. Sure, MC could go for a quick snack without bothering anyone or taking too long, but cooking for eight people didn’t left any room for silence. The whole hour before lunch and dinner made studying impossible for MC and then they had to add another hour of insufferable noise after every meal for cleaning. Why did Lucifer make the process so long, MC didn’t know, but sure it was tiring.

Mornings at RAD gave very little free time to get a head start on assignments and all the brothers wanted to do one thing or the other with them, so, since spending time with Levi without interruption could only be done at night, being productive in the late evenings seemed to be the most rational solution.

That was until someone decided to cook right after lunch.

Not even half an hour after cleaning was done, the sound of pans and pots caught MC’s attention. Who was it now? They knew Beel preferred to rest a little before heading to the gym and they couldn’t think about anyone else that could be interested in cooking with a full stomach, so who was the culprit of their interrupted time?

The sound of cheery humming filled their ears when they got out of their room, immediately making them smile when they recognized the voice.

“Levi?”

He raised his head with a beaming expression. His arms were trembling under the weight of a gigantic piece of meat and the countertop was covered in kitchen utensils, bottles and other ingredients. And what was that dirty bag resting against his leg on the floor?

“MC! Look!”

Their heart got warmer the closer they got to their boyfriend. The cookbook was barely visible under the grocery bags and now they could recognize the meat as a shadow hog’s set of ribs.

“Whatcha doing, baby?”

His face became red and his eyes shined at the nickname, but he kept talking.

“I was watching ‘Devil Food Wars!’ with Beel the other day and they cooked this new dish: roasted shadow hog on sizzling charcoal marinated in Demonus! It looked so good, I knew I had to try it!”

“And you’re cooking it for the whole family?”

“Of course! I mean, mainly for Beel, but for the rest of us too. Oh, my mouth is watering already!!”

MC laughed and blushed at his enthusiasm. The most handsome he ever looked was when he was passionate about something. His smile was wide, he stood straight and he looked at them with obvious excitement, stoked about the idea of sharing something he loved with them.

Homework could wait. MC would always choose spending time with Levi.

“Let me change into something more comfortable so I can help you”

“Yay! Thank you, MC, you’re the best ever!”

“The best ever?” they stopped, turning around at the door with a lewd look in their face “The best what?”

“The best everything”

They smiled at each other and Levi’s innocently loving gaze was enough for MC to leave their innuendos for later.

“You’re so cute”

His shock was evident, cheeks furiously red at their statement, making MC chuckle in delight. They brought the tips of their fingers to their lips, kissing them loudly before sending the gesture to a gawking Levi.

“MC…” he lowered his gaze, hiding his mouth behind his hand “Too cute to handle…!”

They left while he stuttered, swallowing a laugh when he finally screamed in frustration what he wanted to say.

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT WITHOUT A WARNING, MC!!”

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[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 86 (Family Drama)

The next evening, before Heather and Conrad left for their date, her youngest sister, Hazel, arrived in Brindleton Bay to watch her niece and nephew.

Ash excitedly called to her from the computer as soon as she walked in the door. "Aunt Hazel, Aunt Hazel, come check out my new game!"

"Thanks for driving out here so Conrad and I can have a night out," Heather said. "The security cameras are working and Conrad's getting the kids fed before we go, so just get them to bed at a decent hour and no horror movies."

"It's just food colouring," she protested, but with Heather's stern glance she nodded obediently. "Sorry, Ashy. No Moonlight Massacre tonight, after all."

Heather changed the subject before Ash could complain. "I'm sad you won't be in town when we're in Henford this weekend to meet River and Cass' new baby boy. Dad says you don't call home enough."

Hazel laughed. "Dad tells me you don't call enough! None of us could ever call home enough. River still lives there and Dad probably thinks he doesn't get to see enough of him, either."

"Missing out on Dad guilt tripping us to visit for a political conference in San Myshuno's pretty cool, though. Ash, that's enough game time. Conrad's almost finished making your dinner."

Ash moaned, but he turned off the computer and headed for the kitchen as Hazel picked up her niece for a cuddle in her unicorn onesie. "I'm kind of glad to be out of Henford for the night to get in time with Ashy and Lava. Has that weird old dude been a problem lately?"

Heather made sure Ash was out of earshot. "Not since the restraining order," she said, the relief on her face more than evident. "And you're stuck on those nicknames, huh? I thought nicknames were too corny for you."

"It's not my fault your kids are just as cool as volcanoes, big sis."

Heather grinned. Hazel, the baby of their family, could get away with anything and dripped charm to spare, but Heather could tell something was weighing on her mind. "Are you doing okay?"

Hazel took a deep breath, setting Lavender down before she moved to the sofa. "What made you realize you wanted to be single when we were in high school?"

Heather laughed. "It was just easier than having feelings. It's still easier than having feelings, but finding the right person is better. What's wrong?"

She frowned. "What if Nicola and I got married too young? We're different people than we were as teens. When her dad died of a heart attack a few months ago, it felt like I wasn't married to the same person anymore. I know she's grieving, but what if we didn't wait long enough into young adulthood to figure it all out?"

Heather could empathize with her sister's confusion over love and relationships. Not too long ago, Heather would have found it unthinkable to offer her siblings, of all people, relationship advice, but Conrad had shown her what great love could be.

"You know I've never been very flirty or romantic, and I held on to my relationship with Malcolm too long because I didn't think I deserved any better. I'd never recommend it, but I also know Nicola's not Malcolm Landgraab. If you trust her, you can tell her the truth."

Hazel nodded. "No, she's definitely not like Malcolm."

"If you're truly unhappy, don't force it because you think you're supposed to. But if you're asking me, I think it means there's still some fight in you to keep it together."

(Lovestruck's new relationship and chemistry features went after Hazel and her new wife, and I'm rolling with it to see what happens. I cheated their relationship back up a bit - as if what Heather said encouraged her to fight a little more - and we'll see how it goes with them.

The way I said that probably gave away what might happen but pfft you don't know!)

Grateful for her eldest sister's advice, Hazel turned her attention back to Lavender, while Heather joined Ash and Conrad in the kitchen.

"Tomorrow night we'll pack some things into your backpack for your weekend at your dad's," Heather said to her son. "He'll pick you up after school on Friday and take you to his place for the weekend."

"He'll probably send their driver like usual," he shrugged. "But Ray's cool."

"What do you mean, 'like usual?'"

Ash looked at her with confusion etched on his face. "Daddy's reporting til seven on the news every weeknight, Mommy!"

Heather stared at Conrad, wide-eyed. "He told me he does those hits pre-recorded."

"He always sends Ray, and Ray always takes me to get ice cream before we get to Daddy's penthouse. Why do you look pretend happy, Mommy? I love ice cream!"

"Your mom just hasn't met Ray, buddy."

"But Mommy, he's not a stranger. He's Ray!"

Heather plastered a smile, and Conrad reached under the table to caress her clenched fist. "I'll be at school on Friday afternoon when Ray's there to pick you up at three," she said. "If he's as nice as you say, I don't want him to be a stranger to me."

Ash smiled. "Okay, Mommy, that's a good a idea."

Heather felt constantly undermined by the Landgraabs. But there was little she could say without disappointing her son, and she didn't want bitterness to affect her night with Conrad. ->

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NOTE: Their date continues Monday but tomorrow there will be a bonus post inspired by @purplesimmer455! 👀

NOTE 2: Also noting, since this is an episode where nothing much seems to be happening, there are a few subtle hints in here, too, about how Conrad is on a pedestal, especially when Heather compares him to Malcolm, even though we all know he's keeping this massive secret from her, too.

[noturlondonboy]

Nails on the Chalkboard of My Heart

Wenclair Oneshot

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

Summary: It’s a dark and stormy night… and Wednesday decides to paint Enid’s nails in an effort to help the werewolf calm down. Fluffy confessions and silly gay girl antics ensue.

A/N: I really did love writing this one, I love blorbos painting each other’s nails. They’re so stinking cute. Enjoy!

Warnings: that good ole lesbian make out sesh don’t ya know

It was storming outside when Wednesday returned back to the dorm to find a shivering Enid tucked away under the covers. The lightning and thunder had been going raucously for about an hour now, and the walls shook from the force of the wind. Wednesday almost smiled at the rain lashing the windows.

Setting her bag on her desk, Wednesday quickly changed into her hoodie and sweats while doing her best to ignore the whimpering coming from the other side of the room. Enid never did well during large thunderstorms. She had told her as such, even explaining that she was used to handling them just fine alone, as none of her family had ever bothered to comfort her. That tidbit has nagged restlessly at Wednesday, but she brushed it off and didn’t press questions.

Now, though, after 30 minutes of sitting silently in front of her typewriter with nothing to show for it, after 30 minutes of Enid crying softly under her thick blankets all alone, after 30 minutes of “my parents had better things to do than trying to get me to stop cowering” ringing through her head in Enid’s gentle diction, something in Wednesday’s chest gave a terrible ache. She ripped the useless paper from the machine in front of her and crumpled it with one hand before tossing it in the trash bin like it had personally offended her.

Thing appeared on her desk, somehow knowing he was about to be summoned. Wednesday nodded, turning to face him. “Enid’s noise canceling headphones broke last week after Xavier’s idiotic little stunt with the lunch trays. Grab my pair from under my bed and take them to her while I clean up,” she ordered quietly, already starting to tidy her desk back to how she liked it.

Morticia and Gomez had gifted them both a set of headphones once they had heard of Enid’s ADHD. They had already been preparing to do so after Wednesday’s official autism diagnosis, but hurried the purchase in order to supply them both before the new school year.

Thing gave a little one-fingered salute and scurried off to do what he was told, jolting at the lightning but giving no protest. The girl sighed and rolled her shoulders. The crick in her neck had grown especially agonizing over the last week, and while she normally enjoyed pain, this was more annoying than anything else.

There was muffled conversation from Enid, but her sounds of distress stopped while she presumably accepted the headphones and put them on. Wednesday closed her eyes, letting out a sigh from her nose. Maybe she could pretend to stall by reorganizing her entire bookshelf for the third time, when in reality all that was happening was a mental preparation for what she was about to do.

A strike of lightning pierced the night and rattled the walls, leaving the dorm room in momentary blackness. Enid lets out a shriek, her tears evident in the warble in her throat. But like a wraith, Wednesday is by her side the moment the lights come back on, unable to stop herself from holding back.

Another yelp from the Werewolf, who jumped and scrambled back on her bed. Wednesday reached forward quickly to cradle the girl’s face and pull her closer, her knees subsequently ending up on the colorful covers.

Enid freezes, tearful eyes wide, the black headphones askew on her head. They both hold their breaths, but Wednesday is the first to move, carefully taking her roommate’s hand to pull her back properly onto her own bed. Enid only obeys, expression dizzy as it darts between the point of contact and the lack of a scowl on the Latina’s face.

Once Enid is resettled, Wednesday busies herself with going through the drawers of her nightstand and desk. Her mind is running unfortunately much quicker than she likes, but her senses sharpen with each whimper from the puppy waiting for her just feet away.

Black and pink nail polish secured in her palm, she sits with her legs crossed in front of Enid and fixes the headphones back into place. The werewolf sat stockstill, only moving to flinch at the thunder.

“I’m going to turn some music on for you, and then I’m going to paint your nails, and we’re not going to talk- understood?” Wednesday says softly, pulling her rarely used phone from her pocket and opening up Spotify. Enid seems only capable of gaping, her wet cheeks glowing pink.

Wednesday presses play on a shared playlist of theirs (which mainly consisted of very limited Kpop, Cigarettes After Sex, Melanie Martinez, and classical cello arrangements) before setting her phone aside and putting her palm out. Enid stared at it for a moment before realizing what she wanted and giving her hand over.

They both jolted once their fingers met, but Wednesday just pulled Enid’s arm closer with a gentle reverence and uncapped one of the polishes to begin painting.

Enid watched her in silent awe, ears blessedly full of something other than the thunderstorm. Wednesday worked in careful precision, stroking one finger at a time to stimulate the claws that hid under the skin so she could coat the polish on. She did it in one full stroke, because she was an Addams and did everything perfectly, her dark eyes almost warm as she waited a moment for the paint to set before moving on to the next.

There was much to be said, of course, about the colors Wednesday had chosen. Pink and black, to symbolize the two of them, in a pattern of every-other.

A crash of thunder hit Nevermore, and Enid jumped at the vibrations as they rattled the wooden boards around them. Wednesday held her hands still, her thumb drawing slow circles into her wrists until she was calm again. When another loud bang had Enid’s claws slipping out involuntarily, the result of which was a red nick in Wednesday’s skin, the goth only pressed a kiss to Enid’s knuckles to steady her (and make her blush like a volcano?? C'mon Enid get it together) instead of lashing out like the werewolf had feared.

A bright flash set the world outside momentarily ablaze. Enid flinched and curled into herself, her hands pulling away from Wednesday to ball together close to her chest. When she came back around with the gentle melody of Apocalypse soothing her sensitive ears, Wednesday was hovering close, hands shaped like she would be cupping Enid’s cheeks if she just moved forward about two inches.

Enid watched her, blinking the tears away as her heart settled, and gave herself no time to think. She leaned forward and nestled her jaw into Wednesday Addams’ palms, the wonderful touch of skin on skin melting the fear away. Dark eyes bore into baby blues, and Wednesday idly wondered what her parents would say if they saw her like this, calm and warm and making a willing effort to provide comfort to someone such as Enid.

“You’re alright,” she whispered, even as she very well knew that Enid couldn’t hear her- though the girl’s eyes darted down to read her lips. “It can’t hurt you. Not while I’m here.”

And Enid watches as she always had, cheeks warm and marveling silently as Wednesday retracted, carefully cleaning any smudged polish before reapplying the color where it was needed. Once Enid’s nails were successfully painted, Wednesday held her fingers gingerly to blow on them until they were dry. Her breath was warm, and soothed the ache in her knuckles.

The two stared at each other, Enid taking the headphones off and setting them aside. The storm had thankfully dimmed to a drizzle. The pitter patter of the raindrops was soothing and much preferred over heavy thunder and lightning.

Wednesday felt her stomach roiling at the entire interaction. Who was she, Wednesday Addams, to be painting the nails of this strange girl? Who was she to calm and to help, when all her life, she had only been a dark thing of madness? Who was she… to Enid?

Wednesday was so caught up in her head that it took her a long moment to realize that Enid’s face had melted into a mask of awed serenity, and the expression was held only for Wednesday. The werewolf watched her so intensely that Wednesday could feel the cool water of her eyes, imagining what her fingers would do if pushed through impossibly soft golden hair.

“Thank you,” Enid suddenly breathed, her heart in her throat. Something was clawing away at her lungs, stealing her breath. Her very bones seemed to ring. “Thank you,” she said again, aching and aching for Wednesday to stay, to keep touching her, to touch her more.

Somehow, Wednesday saw that want, saw right through her as she always did and always would. She cleared her throat, her mouth suddenly very, very dry, the words burning on her tongue.

“Anything you wish of me, Enid, I will do. And if it is not what you desire, then I will leave you in peace, away from my darkness and pain that trails me as if a shadow forever imprinted. But you- I can’t…” She swallowed thickly. Enid’s eyes were wide, a blush rising on her freckled cheeks. Wednesday desperately wanted to touch them. “I believe that I have fallen victim to the Addams Family curse, to love fiercely and everlastingly. I can feel it swelling within me, a heart I didn’t know I had.”

Wednesday didn’t really know what she was doing, why she was saying this. But the words had started and her chest had screamed so desperately for what it truly wanted, what it had been waiting for all this time.

“I think… that you have entranced me, utterly entranced me in every way any wicked woman could think of.” Another swallow, tightening the hold their fingers had on each other. Enid’s face was a furnace, her lips parted and heart beating furiously.

How did she respond to this? How did she explain to Wednesday that she had discovered that her darker counterpart and undying crush was her mate only weeks ago, a revelation that had sent her into a tizzy so bad she had been bedridden for hours? She wasn’t sure she even remembered how to speak.

Wednesday’s pupils were blown wide, her eyes large and dark and swallowing Enid whole. She wanted to be laid to rest in those eyes. But Wednesday heard no response, and her mind faltered. She had been so sure in that moment that her wolf would return the affection, would recognize the confession for what it was. The plea in her voice, the promise to do and be anything Enid asked.

“If you- if you do not feel the same way, Enid, I would understand, and I would not blame you. Turn me away and I would trek to the edges of the Earth if that is where you want me. But if you wish for me to stay… I am devoted to you, to your happiness, your pleasure, your mind and soul. I am caught in your beastly claws and yours to do with what you will.” And she waited, her ribs throbbing as her heart pumped blood harshly through her. Wednesday Addams laid herself out for the first time in her miserable life, completely true and bare for someone else.

How had painting nails turned into this? What could have possibly possessed her today?

Enid, in turn, was still doing her best to wrap her poor little gay head around Wednesday’s words. This was too good to be true, it- it couldn’t possibly be real. And normally if she were called beastly by anyone else, she would claw their face off. But with Wednesday calling her that… Shit. It honest to gods turned her on.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but closed it again with absolutely no idea what to say. But… did she even really need words? Wednesday was stating this verbally because she knew it was the best way to get through to Enid. The darker girl had always shown her true feelings through actions, but to get through her thick werewolf skull, the words were easiest.

Enid thought she should return the favor. Tell Wednesday that she felt the same, show her she felt the same. That she would push herself to every possible limit for Wednesday, would do anything she ever asked, would rip her own heart out if it meant her mate would give her a rare smile.

And to show her, Enid knew there was only one option. They were in too deep- far too deep, to settle for anything less than razor sharp exactness.

Wednesday watched her with wide eyes, cheeks dark and lips parted almost grimly. There was no more room for waiting. Enid set aside the nail polish bottles, crawled forward to gently nudge her way between Wednesday's knees, and kissed her without a moment to waste.

Wednesday gasped and jolted away as her heart shrieked, lips burning furiously. She stared; Enid stared back. The werewolf looked ready to fling herself off of their balcony. But Wednesday fisted the soft blonde hair at the back of her head and pulled her forward with no small amount of desperation, reconnecting their mouths before she could let herself think.

There was another gasp, then a sigh, followed by a moan as Enid pushed into her closer until Wednesday was pressed on her back, braids messy and thrown over the bed. The wolf’s weight on her smaller body was warm and alluring, fading into the back of her mind as soft lips devoured her whole.

Gods, Wednesday had never seen so much color. It burst into fireworks over her eyelids as Enid kissed her and kissed her, a silver tongue dipping hotly into her mouth to flick over her canines and taste the cruel words Wednesday Addams preferred to so generously wield.

Enid’s heart burst in her chest as the girl beneath her responded ever so eagerly to her lips, tangling their legs together and using her cold, delicate hands to cup the werewolf’s cheeks and pull her closer, always closer, her perfect nails scratching softly at her skin just below the Hyde scars. A purr built up and tumbled out of her throat, startling Wednesday so much that she broke away, cheeks deliciously flushed and chest working hard to keep breathing.

Enid stopped too, unable to squash the mortified look on her face as the purr persisted, rumbling softly in the back of her throat. She knew if her wolf had its way, a golden tail would be wagging furiously. She would’ve died from embarrassment alone.

Wednesday’s mouth had gone slack, her obsidian eyes wide and a bit glazed as she stared so intently at Enid she might as well have been stripping her right then and there.

“I didn’t know that you could- that you would… make that noise,” she muttered, one hand moving to settle on Enid’s waist while the other stayed where it rested on her scarred cheek. Her fingertips were cold, yet left a blazing trail as they flittered like dark little mourning doves over fairer skin.

“Werewolves only purr for their mate,” Wednesday said slowly, cautiously, doing her damn best to gauge the expressions flashing over Enid’s face so quickly she could barely decipher half of them. Most depicted a horrified desire to forget the balcony and just head straight for a window. “Only- their mate.”

Enid could only stare at Wednesday, at her inky hair and adorable bangs, the freckles smattered over dark skin that was normally as pale as death but now shone red, the depthless eyes that threatened to drown her every morning when she awoke. Mate. Her mate, watching her closely as one would a spooked animal.

What was there to say? Wednesday stated the fact, because Enid truly had purred, was still purring, even as she scrambled for the words to save her sorry ass from the rejection of an Addams daughter. She was still hovering over said Addams, such a welcome shadow on her colorful bedspread.

“Am I your mate, Enid Sinclair?” Wednesday whispered, her lips barely moving as she used her hand to tug the blonde fully on top of her by her waist, the purr halted for only a second by a nervous whine. Her eyelashes fluttered, and a smirk- no, a grin- tipped the corners of her mouth up until perfect teeth almost showed through those taunting lips.

Taunting lips that Enid wanted to kiss again very, very much.

Wednesday repeated her question, her words almost slurred as she breathed them. There was something on her face, in the lines of her cheekbones and the dip of her chin, the curve of her jaw, that spoke of something dangerous. Insatiable. Enid couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

But as soon as she came up with it -hunger- she let out a low whimper and somehow pressed impossibly closer until her warmth was Wednesday's warmth, until her breath was Wednesday’s breath. “Yes,” she whispered, begged, might as well have screamed for what that one word did.

Wednesday Addams surged up to capture the wolf’s lips in her own and throw her off balance in order to straddle her waist, the words melting into their mouths.

Words they never really needed to say.

Not that Enid would even know how to speak in the first place, after Wednesday had her way with her.

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Ch 18: — and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee.

Astarion has ascended, and she has stayed with him. Life in the Crimson Palace isn’t as idyllic as it seems. Is there a chance for their relationship to go back to how it was? Or is it too late for the Ascendant and his consort?

This series is about Ban, my Tav, and the Vampire Ascendant. Will be angst and smut, with sprinkles of fluff.

This fic is a softer take on Ascendant!Astarion and of the changes he undergoes after the rite. Can Ban handle the change, and if a chance came, would she choose to run? And can the Ascendant win her back in time? Inspired by the concept of vampire wives and that IGN interview with Larian that discussed the ascension.

Professionally edited by @editing-by-night

Halsin's gift gets put to use.

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Together with Halsin’s gift there was a leatherwork harness and a bottle of oil. Ban bit her lip, holding the items in her hands as Astarion stripped off the rest of his clothing.

“I did bathe in the hope you’d be agreeable to this,” he said excitedly, tossing his underwear onto the pile with the rest of his clothes. He scanned her face, saw her nervousness, and frowned.

“We don’t have to,” Astarion ventured, “If this isn’t something you want, then just say the word.”

“Have you ever done - what am I saying? Of course you have.” Ban fidgeted. “Is this… is this something you think you might like?” she asked instead.

His ears reddened again. “Yes. It could be enjoyable, in theory, but I haven’t done it with anyone I genuinely wanted. It will be as new for me as it is for you, in the ways that matter most.”

“Then why not bring it up before?” She looked at the wooden cock on the bed. It wasn’t too large, but Halsin had made the phallus curved.

“Ban.” Another look of impatience crossed Astarion’s features. “I know you’re flustered, but think a little. When in the last, gods, year, have we had time to consider things like this? Half the time we were trying to survive out there, and the other half we-”

Another sigh. “You know.”

She nodded. Fair enough. Ban set the bottle down, picking up the cock instead. She silently threaded it through the harness, careful not to scratch the protective coating on the wood, then looked back to her husband.

“I don’t know how to do this. Don’t be disappointed if I don’t perform well.” Ban held the cock gingerly in her hands, nervousness evident in her face.

“I have enough experience for the both of us, trust me,” Astarion said, eyes softening, “And it’s you. You never have to do anything as a performance to make me feel good. You just have to be you.”

Astarion’s pulse thrummed with excitement as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching Ban peel off her clothes and step into the harness, securing it around her hips. “Grab that chair, love, and bring it here.” He gestured in front of him.

She did as asked then sat down, fidgeting a little apprehensively. They faced each other, knees touching. The bottle of oil sat beside Astarion, unstoppered and ready for use.

He drew his legs up, the soles of his feet flat on the bed, offering his backside to her. He leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows to watch her, torn between equal parts anticipation and worry.

Will she be alright, doing this for me? What if she doesn’t really want to do this-

That line of thought evaporated as firm, strong hands wrapped around each ass cheek, spreading him open.

“Pretty,” Ban crooned, her tone perfectly even. He was a perfect shade of pink, clean and begging to be fucked.

Astarion raised an eyebrow at her. “Is that all you’re going to s-”

His remark cut off in a choked moan as she leaned forward and her tongue made contact with his entrance. Her first lick was hesitant, but hearing his response gave her more courage. The next passes of her tongue were more insistent, tracing slow, drawn out circles.

“Gods, Ban. That’s wonderful, but ah- you could go faster.”

Astarion stared at Ban unblinkingly; the sight was one he thought he’d remember for the rest of eternity. His hands dug into the sheets, cock twitching in anticipation.

“I could,” she conceded, lifting her head to meet his gaze, “But do I want to?”

He looked delectable, spread open for her like this. His ears were the pinkest she’d ever seen them, his cock already beginning to moisten at the tip.

“Ban.” He glowered. “I thought you said you had no experience in this. You ought to let me lead.”

Even as the words left him he knew he was powerless. He’d do anything to feel her tongue again.

“No experience at all,” she agreed, “But when it comes to you? I’m a quick study. Now, stay still.” With that she leaned back in, tongue laving all over his entrance enthusiastically. She traced another slow, firm circle, then plunged her tongue inside.

The moan that escaped him was exquisite, high-pitched and dripping with need.

Ban smirked, her fingers digging into the flesh of his ass to spread his cheeks further apart. Pressing her face flush against his entrance, she thrust her tongue in and out before retreating to lavish him with languid laps. She could feel him trying to rock his hips against her mouth, and she pulled away.

“I’m warning you, Astarion. Behave.”

He whimpered, forcing himself to still. He watched his cock throb, watched the drop of precum glint with the movement.

She resumed her ministrations, her tongue slowly spreading him open. Satisfied, she drew back.

“Perfect,” she cooed at him, “You know that, don’t you?” She reached for the bottle of oil, pouring some onto her palm.

It took him a moment to register her words; he opened his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a strangled gasp as her oiled finger slowly slipped inside of him.

She was enjoying exploring a new part of his body, enjoyed even more how much he was enjoying it. The tightness and gentle suction tugging on her index finger was oddly arousing. She pressed carefully on, watching him intently for signs of distress. She could see his cockhead gleaming with precum, his thighs twitching, his chest heaving. He was so responsive, so beautiful.

His eyes locked onto her face “More,” Astarion gasped out, his voice heavy with need, “Please.”

She smiled softly at him, slowly adding a second finger. She gently stretched him, moving deeper with a slow, measured pace she knew would drive him near to madness.

“Faster,” he hissed, “I’m not some godsdamned virgin-”

The fingers inside him curled, and he lost what little coherence he had left. His face went blank in shock as he realized she’d found his spot, and then the pleasure of it overtook him. He moaned so desperately it was nearly a sob. His back arched as his head fell back and his grip on the sheets tightened so suddenly he nearly tore through them.

Ban couldn’t remember a time he’d ever looked more lovely. She curled her fingers again, pleased with the sight of him writhing under her touch, his cock twitching, sweat beginning to bead on his pearlescent skin. She paused for a moment, hesitating.

“Was that okay, Astarion? Tell me what you want.”

He lifted his head to look at her, nodding fervently, not trusting himself to speak.

He took a deep breath to steady himself. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready. Just keep… keep doing that for now.”

She nodded, giving him a soft kiss on his inner thigh. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

A quiet whimper was his only reply.

Her fingers resumed, working him open with a gentleness that set his heart ablaze with love. It took a little longer than it could have, but he wasn’t complaining. He savored the feel of her inside him, stretching him open, making sure he was ready and not in pain. Loving him.

Astarion enjoyed her exploration with a patience he didn’t normally possess, unwilling to hurry her along, no matter how eager he was for the next step. He could feel the tenderness in her touch, her concern for his pleasure, and that was everything. He relaxed further, his tightness slowly ebbing with the overwhelming buildup of pleasure and desire.

Finally, he was so keen to be filled he couldn’t stand it.

“Ban. It’s time.”

A soft chuckle escaped Ban as she drew her fingers out, kissing his thigh again. She watched as he reached for the prestidigitation scroll Halsin had included with his gift, casting it over her while she repositioned herself. She leaned back on the chair, feeling cleaner than she had since they’d left the palace, waiting until his eyes were on her. Pouring more oil into her palms, she made a show of generously spreading the oil over the shaft of the wooden cock, eyes locked onto his.

“Come ride me then, Astarion,” she crooned, her lips curving in a teasing smile.

He got up a little clumsily, cock bobbing as he straddled her lap. She grasped his hips, guiding him while he slowly lowered himself onto her.

As he sank down, his weight pressed the base of the wooden cock harder against her; she instinctively rolled her hips up to meet him, earning his grunt of pleasure.

Astarion settled, shifting a little to get comfortable. The cock spreading him felt pleasant, the feeling of being full almost too much, but oh so welcome. He rested his hands on her shoulders, meeting her gaze. His eyes were lust-blown, curls sweat-damp and glued to his forehead.

Ban’s grip on his waist tightened, holding him firmly in place. Slowly, methodically, she began to thrust, fucking him gently.

The mewl that escaped him was completely involuntary. He wanted more, needed more, and so he began to move his hips, angling himself into her thrusts. With every movement the cock inside him hit his spot; he pleasured himself on it eagerly, rocking back and forth. His untouched cock shone, twitching, begging for stimulation, the ache only adding to his pleasure. His gliding sped up, his heart racing, his arousal slowly approaching its peak.

Ban leaned forward to press her forehead against his. She could feel his breaths as he panted, desperately chasing his release.

“Close?” she murmured, her hands moving from his waist to his thighs, massaging lightly.

He nodded, his hips rocking faster; she closed the gap between them to kiss him.

He took her hand and placed it over his chest. “Feel,” he whispered, “For you. Only you.”

As delirious with lust as he was, the love he felt for her was even more overwhelming, each emotion feeding and intensifying the other in a dizzying spiral that left him breathless.

Ban felt the frantic beating of his heart as his hips rocked again and again. His rhythm slowly became erratic, and his eyes closed.

She considered how to heighten his pleasure further, then softly caressed the head of his cock.

Astarion whined, his body writhing at the bolt of pleasure that shot through him, the sensation almost pushing him over the edge.

“Not yet,” she warned, “You’ll have to beg me for it.” She ran her finger over his tip, spreading his precum in slow circles, but doing nothing more.

She could feel him throbbing, wonderfully hard and hot against her fingers; she knew it wouldn’t be long at all.

He attempted to glare at her, but only managed a pout. He gave up, expression changing to one of wanton, desperate need.

“Please, Ban. Let me come.”

She didn’t need to be asked twice. Ban captured his lips, wrapping her hand around his neglected, aching cock.

It did, indeed, not take long at all. She stroked him a few times and he plummeted over the edge into bliss. He shivered head to toe, lips opening in a noiseless gasp; his head flew back and he arched into her. His legs spasmed; she quickly steadied him with her free hand, gently holding his back as he came undone.

She continued stroking him, milking every drop of come until it was just shy of too much and he shuddered.

When he finally opened his eyes again, she lifted her stained hand to her mouth, sucking each finger methodically, gazing at him adoringly.

“You…” Astarion shook his head. He looked down; seeing both their bodies streaked with his spend sent another shiver of satisfaction racing through him. After such an intense experience, he didn’t quite have his vocabulary back yet. Instead he gave her a quick kiss.

He slowly raised himself up off the wooden cock, gingerly taking a seat on the bed. Ban stood, removing the harness before joining him.

The moment she was in bed he pulled her close.

“Would you want something for yourself too?” he asked. He would gladly reciprocate, but he was feeling exhausted.

She shook her head, smiling softly at him. “Tonight was for you and I enjoyed giving it to you. That’s enough for me.”

He planted a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered, “It… it helped.”

He felt valued, knowing that she did this for his pleasure; that she cared enough to attempt it for him. She had been so gentle and attentive. It was exactly what he’d needed.

Ban hummed, her own eyes drifting shut. “I love you.”

As challenging as things had been, she was grateful to be here with him; to be trusted with this side of him. Being given that trust…it aided in assuaging her lingering doubts.

“I love you too,” he mumbled as he slipped into trance.

She stayed conscious for a few more moments more, her head on his chest, listening to his heart slow as he rested.

Forever, she mused, wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[ytmanzwhore]

She Knows

Anthony Bridgerton x ofc!

Warnings: none. Straight up fluff lol

Anthony sighed heavily as he slumped further into his desk chair, the late hour evident throught the study as the moon shone in the window and the candles flickered low. The Viscount looked at his watch, frowning as he internally grumbled over having to finalize the months accounts rather than the numerous other things he could be doing at this hour, like sleeping.

With a sigh, he picked up his quill again, tracking the numbers on the leaf of paper in front of him when he heard the floorboards shift in the hall. When the door creaked open, his annoyance melted away as he saw his wife peek around the door.

“What are you doing awake my love?” He smiled and gestured her into the room, her form moving swiftly across the study as she made her way to his chair. Anthony had already pulled out his chair, preparing for her to come and perch on her thigh as she often did when she found him in her mate at night.

“We woke up and you were no where to be seen,” she pouted as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder, leaning to press a kiss to his forehead. “You should come to bed.”

“I am almost done darling,” Anthony reached up to press a kiss to her neck, one of his hands drifting up to rest gently on her swollen stomach, where he could immediately feel a hand or a foot swat at him. “Are they giving you much trouble tonight?”

“Only because they want both of their parents in bed,” she gently scolded with a smile as she raked her fingers through his hair. Anthony let out a sigh as his shoulders dropped a bit in relaxation.

“I have to finish this ledger, and then I’ll be up,” he promised as he stroked his hand over her stomach again.

“I’ll sit with you,” she declared then, moving up and across the desk to a seatee Anthony had placed in the study barely a month into marriage when he realized his bride was content just spending time with him, even if it was in silence while he wrote letters and she read a novel.

“You’ll be asleep in a minute,” Antony teased as she got comfortable, picking up his quill to get the ledger finished.

“And then you’ll wake me up so we can both go to sleep,” she smiled at him, leaning her head against the cushion as he looked down at the paper in front of him. It took him a mere ten minutes to complete his task, and as suspected, when he stood up to head upstairs, she was snoring softly on her bench. With a soft smile he walked over to her, reaching out to gently cup her cheek.

“To bed my love,” he said softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her pouting lips before grabbing her hands and guiding her upright. The two slowly made their way from the study and upstairs to their room. Anthony was too busy making sure his wife got her shoes off safely to notice the three forms in their bed.

“Papa,” a little voice whined sleepily, calling out for her father as Anthony stood from his crouch.

“And what are the three of you doing in here, hm?” Anthony asked as Aurelia reached out her hand for him.

“Mama said we could sleep in here,” Benjamin said with a yawn as he turned onto his tummy. “Cal got scared so he woke us up and we got mummy.”

“And mummy went to get daddy so we could keep all of our little ones nice and safe,” she said with a soft smile, leaning in to press a kiss to each of the children’s heads. “Back to sleep with you, mummy and papa are putting on their night clothes and then we’ll be in bed.”

Aurelia, Ben and Cal needed no more invitation as the three of them cuddled into one another, Cal’s little snores almost immediately filling the room.

“Did you ever think this would be us five years ago?” His wife mused to Anthony as he stripped from his day clothes. “Three babies, another on the way, happily in love?”

“You gave me everything,” Anthony said heavily as he reached out to wrap his arms around her, bringing her in for a long kiss. “I never could have imagined what marrying you would bring me. I wouldn’t change this for the world. You’re the love I never saw coming, but it’s like the universe knew what I needed.”

“She knows,” his viscountess said softly, cupping his face. “She provides, even when you don’t know what you need. She does.”

[the-offside-rule]

Marc Spector (Moonknight) - Mission for McMuffins

Requested: no

Warnings: none

Divine Intervention Series

The dawn was breaking over London, casting a soft glow over streets that still held the quiet remnants of the previous night’s chaos. Y/n and Marc stumbled out of an alley, both breathing heavily, their super suits bearing the evidence of their battle with the jackals that had been on the loose. She wiped the blood from her lower lip. "Well." Y/n said, brushing some dust off her shoulder, "Thats like the fifth jackal attack in two weeks." Marc nodded, his face hidden under his hood. "Yeah. And we did it in pajamas."

She smirked. "Hey, we had no time to change! The jackals weren’t going to wait for us to get dressed. I'm starving. McDonald's sound good to you?" Marc chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “You really want to hit up a McDonald’s after… all this?” He gestured at the dissipating haze and the remnants of the night’s battle.

"Look, we just saved London from being terrorized. I think we deserve some hash browns." Y/n said with a grin, her stomach already growling. "Plus, they’ve got the Christmas menu. Can’t miss that." Marc nodded, relenting. "Fine, let’s go. But we’re gonna stick out like sore thumbs."

Together, they walked, still in their suits, through the early morning streets, finally spotting a McDonald's bustling with holiday activity. It was Christmas, and the place was packed with families, couples, and a few stragglers who’d clearly had long nights of their own. As the door jingled behind them, a few people glanced up, eyes widening as they took in the duo’s attire. One man in a Santa hat stared at them with wide eyes. Marc leaned in slightly and muttered, "Excuse us, we just saved London. Mind if we cut through?"

The man nodded wordlessly, moving aside as others followed suit, offering the duo curious glances. "Perks of the job." Y/n chuckled. "Excuse us." Marc muttered, gently nudging his way through the crowd. "Just saved London. Promise we’ll be quick." Y/n, with a grin that dared anyone to question her, gave a casual salute to a gawking couple as they stepped up to the counter. The cashier blinked a few times before offering a nervous smile, trying to act as though it was normal to save superheroes.

"Uh… what’ll it be?"

"Four sausage and egg McMuffin meals. Ill just have a coffee and an orange juice though, if thats okay." Y/n said smoothly. Marc gave her a sidelong look. "Four? You can actually eat four of those?" She shrugged, still grinning. "Trust me, they’ll be gone in no time. What do you want?" Marc shook his head in disbelief before ordering his own breakfast. Within a few minutes, they had their trays, and miraculously, a table had opened up in the middle of the busy dining area. They sat down, ignoring the unabashed stares from nearby patrons, and began their breakfast.

"This is the strangest thing I’ve ever done." Marc admitted, sipping his coffee. Y/n unwrapped her first McMuffin, taking a big bite and giving him a thumbs up. "Best way to end a mission, if you ask me." As she finished her first McMuffin and eagerly moved on to the next, Marc smirked. "Are you serious? One down already?" She shrugged, halfway through the next. "I told you. I'm hungry."

People around them were still stealing glances, some snapping discreet photos, others whispering in amazement as they watched the duo demolish their meals. One little boy, eyes wide with wonder, tugged on his mother’s sleeve. "Mum, are they superheroes?"

Marc, catching the question, gave the boy a wink. "I mean, more of an anti-hero but-" Y/n kicked him under the table. He winced, sighing and looking back tk the child. "Just doing our part, kid." He smiled before the child and his mother walked away. Across from her, Marc shook his head as he sipped his coffee. "You know, I’d almost forgotten what normal life looked like." He glanced around at the people giving them lingering stares, some looking on with expressions of disbelief, others with fascination. "Don’t let the normality fool you." Y/N grinned between bites. "These McMuffins are life-changing.".Marc watched in amused shock as she unwrapped another McMuffin, shoving a hash brown into it for good measure. "How are you even eating that many? That’s, what, your third?"

Y/n shrugged, barely pausing. "I’m trying a new diet. Figured my calorie intake should match the whole vigilante lifestyle. Takes a lot of fuel to do this." She gestured at her super suit. Marc laughed, shaking his head as he picked at his own breakfast. "I might need to consider that diet. You make it look easy." She raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Stick with me, Spector. I’ll have you out-eating me in no time."

They continued eating, the aroma of coffee and hash browns creating a cozy contrast to the chilly morning outside. After a few moments, Marc chuckled, glancing at Y/n who was starting on her final McMuffin. "You know, we should make this a thing. Post-mission breakfasts." Y/n raised her coffee cup in a toast. "I’m all for it. Nothing says ‘saving the world’ like McMuffins at dawn."

"I mean it; post-mission breakfasts. Beats collapsing in bed exhausted and starving." Marc nodded, looking thoughtful. "Yeah… yeah, I like that idea. Better than pretending we don’t need a break." She grinned. "Alright, but next time, you’re buying, and I’m ordering even more." Marc chuckled, raising his cup in a toast. "Deal."

[yourfatherlucifer]

Without Me (SM/JY)

Ex!Idol!Mingi x idol!afab!reader x idol!Yunho

Summary: You supported him through his journey, until he realized how famous he had become. Then he threw you aside like you were nothing. Unfortunately for him..you had a plan.

Warnings: none except mingi and Yunho fighting and this one shot being shitty

AU: None

Genre: Angst

WC: 1.3k

Nets: @newworldnet

Inspired by Without Me by Halsey

“Mingi! Look!” You shook the paper in your hand in excitement but all he could do was wave you off.

“I’m busy, Y/N.” Mingi readjusted his headphones and completely blocked you out once more.

You sighed in defeat. You had been working on your lyrics sheet for so long and when you finally finished it, you were excited to share it. As usual, Mingi pushed you away without another thought.

You wondered what got into him lately. He was the one who invited you to the studio to begin with. If he didn’t want you there, then why.

“Fine.”

You folded your paper and shoved it in your pocket and left the studio.

You remembered when the two of you used to be so happy together.

“Oof!” You slammed into someone’s chest the second you closed the door behind you.

“Oh my, Y/N, I’m so sorry.” It was Yunho.

You couldn’t help but smile at his voice, relieved to hear someone who was actually interested in talking to you.

You looked up to meet his eyes, his cheeks lightly flushed, “Hi, Yunho, I was just leaving.”

“Why? I thought you were excited to hang out with Mingi?” He genuinely looked confused but he knew how his member and best friend could be around you. Even he noticed the change.

“Um..He just..he doesn’t want me in there, I don’t think.” Your shoulders slumped as your voice slowly began to quiver. This hurt Yunho.

“Do you want to get something to eat with me, Y/N?” Yunho held his hand out to you with his attempt of a comforting smile.

-

Weeks had passed and you noticed Mingi was straying even further from you. He even stopped engaging in conversations with you unless someone else was around.

He looked so happy on stage and surrounded by fans but when he was around you, he’d turn sour and ignore you. It hurt so much. Did he even love you?

You even noticed how he’d flirt with fans on fancalls, the evidence being posted online for you to see. It would only give you tears.

There’s no way he still loved you. He never looked at you.

He even stopped inviting you to hangout with him and the members, or even just the studio. The boys had to invite you themselves and even then, he’d ignore you.

Every night was filled with you crying into your pillow. You stopped receiving goodnight texts from him several weeks ago.

Eventually, you gave up. You had to confront him.

“Song Mingi.” You stomped up to him.

“What do you want, Y/N?” He didn’t even bother looking away from his screen.

Your fists clenched in anger and his members stared in shock, too afraid to say anything. This was the first fight they ever witnessed between the two of you.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, dude.”

“Dude?” Mingi set down his phone in disbelief.

“Do you even love me?” Tears brimmed your eyes but you didn’t give up.

“What are you talking about?” His eyes grew bored and that pissed you off. He truly didn’t care.

“I’m literally the only one trying to keep us together, Song Mingi. You can barely even look at me!”

Mingi ignored the stares from his members and chuckled, “And? I’m not complaining, might as well break up then.” He shrugged you off like it was nothing and went back to his phone.

You couldn’t believe him.

“You..what?” Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, “That’s what you really want? After all we’ve been through? I’ve been with you since the beginning..and you get a taste of fame and all of the sudden you don’t love me anymore? I was there for you in your darkest times..”

Mingi nodded his head agreement, “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. Goodbye Y/N.” He wiggled his fingers in a mocking goodbye.

“Fuck you, Mingi.” You stormed off without another word.

His members jaws were dropped in shock, “Mingi..what have you done?” Hongjoong mumbled.

Even Yunho wanted to run after you but he didn’t. He’d find you later and comfort you in peace.

-

It had been a year and you made your hot debut. You were thriving, you had your revenge planned since your breakup.

Fighting against the standards, you wrote a song, a song exposing your ex, Song Mingi.

The stage scared you, but it was time. To showcase your debut song, Without Me. But of course, Ateez was also showcasing their comeback after you. Perfect timing.

Your fingers were wrapped tightly around your microphone, the cheers finally dying down as the light focused on you.

You took in a heavy breath as you sang your revenge.

You were doing so good so far when you reached your chorus, the part you waited for, the part targeted towards him.

“Tell me how’s it feel, sitting up there? Feeling so high but too far away to hold me. You know I’m the one who put you up there. Name in the sky, does it ever get lonely? Thinking you could live without me.” You were seething as the lyrics flowed within you.

Yunho watched in amazement, he was excited for your debut. Even texted you everyday telling you how he couldn’t wait. He was the only one you kept in contact with.

He saw how Mingi couldn’t even watch. He knew the song was about him. He knew it was too late. He regretted his actions but he didn’t deserve you. Even Yunho told him that.

The day the two of you broke up, Yunho was pissed at Mingi. How could he let such an amazing thing slip right through his fingers? He even punched his best friend, something Yunho never would have done but he was angry. Angry at how horrible Mingi treated you. Treated you like you were nothing to him anymore.

Hell, you supported him all the way to his debut. You were there everyday for their training, every single day cheering him on. He was even jealous of how in love the two of you were but it was for nothing anyway. Not when Mingi let you go so easily.

Yunho couldn’t look at his best friend for days, he even had to pretend on camera that he still liked him.

Even his CEO didn’t blame him for hurting Mingi but he still had to talk with him, especially because of the busted lip he gave Mingi. The whole KQ company was like family to you, they were sad to see you go since you were there from the start.

Yunho watched as you fought back tears as you reached the end of your song. Oh how he wanted to run up there and hold you tight.

You bowed towards the crowd as the cheers erupted. While you wiped away the stray tears, you waved at your fans and walked off stage. Only to meet Yunho.

“Hi, Yuyu. It’s good to see you.” You hadn’t seen him in awhile, especially since you’ve been so busy preparing for your debut.

“You did amazing.” He stepped up closer with a smile on his face, hand reaching out to grasp yours, “I’m so proud of you.”

Mingi walked towards the voices, seeing how the two of you were interacting. He was jealous. Yet he knew fucked up. There was no going back. He couldn’t change the past.

How could he let you go?

“So, Y/N, I have a question.” Yunho’s cheeks were once again tinted with heat.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” Your heart filled with excitement at his words.

“I’d love to, Yunho.” You squeezed his hand tightly, oh how you waited for this.

Mingi saw this coming, he had to right? If only he didn’t break your heart, you’d still be his.

Now he truly lost. His world had come crashing down. You were gone forever.

His best friend won you over.

You would never be his again.

[peachesyeo]

The Visit

word count - 0.5k words pairings - nonidol!san x nonidol!jongho x fem!character sypnosis - san found jongho visiting their old friends. genre - mature, angst chapter warnings - mention of death, major character death, mention of suicide, alochol, violent descriptions, approach with tissues and caution.

author's notes: i'm sorry, i'm in a sad mood today. no beta read for you, sousy. (:

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network: @newworldnet

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San didn't know Jongho would be visiting her today.

He watched from behind the tree, as Jongho placed the bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone, in front of her. San stood there, noticing how much Jongho had changed through the years.

Jongho's hair was slicked back, like how San used to style his own hair. He was wearing a black suit with a tie, and he was more skinny than San had remembered. His baby fat from his face was gone, replaced by a sharper jawline. His boots were polished neatly, and Jongho knelt down, taking out two small glasses of soju.

San's lips curled weakly at the sight. That soju was her favourite brand and in her favourite flavour, something that none of them failed to notice when she was alive. They would always buy the watermelon flavoured one, which she hates.

San's head lowered. Memories of how unfair they treated her rushed back into his mind, and the hole of regret and sadness swallowed him whole once more. His tears gathered to his eyes as he rushed his hands up to his mouth, sniffling a sob back in. His legs gave in, and San, like Jongho, kneeled down towards the direction where she was resting forever.

They killed her. He killed her. Choi San, why? Why didn't you notice how much pain she was in? Why didn't you answer her last call? Why weren't you fast enough that day?

If only he was fast enough, if only he answered her calls, if only he noticed how much pain she was in...

She would still be alive. She would be standing beside him. He would have told her to give up on the others, to be with him instead.

But he wasn't. He did not care about her. He ignored her calls. He was too late.

The blood seeping through the bathroom tiles haunts his dreams every night.

"Hyung." San looked up. Jongho was standing in front of him, looking down right at him. He was holding an empty glass and was offering it to him. "Want a drink?"

Jongho scanned the older man as he stood straight up, accepting the drink. San's style had changed drastically, he was wearing a soft and dark purple turtleneck, his red hair dyed back to its original black. He seemed to be even thinner than before, Jongho noticed his legs limping as they walked towards Kyujin's tombstone.

San broke his leg after being attacked by the hooligans who hung around the streets of the illegal boxing ring. In fact, San and Wooyoung got attacked together. Wooyoung's injuries were way worse, resulting in him currently being in a deep coma.

The group has not met each other for five years, ever since she died. Hongjoong hyung buried his grief in his work. Seonghwa is busy with his cases as a lawyer. Yunho had gone overseas. Yeosang is admitted to a mental health institution. Mingi...

Killed himself.

On the second anniversary of her death.

San and Jongho both stopped at the tombstone next to hers, Jongho placing an empty cup down in front of it. "Have some soju too, Mingi hyung."

Mingi's photograph smiled brightly at them. San waved at Mingi, his eyes turning into a straight line.

"Hey, Mangi."

©peachesyeo, 2024

i do not own the dividers nor pictures used in banner. all credit goes to their original owners. owner of animated / 18+ divider ; owner of wire divider

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

☠️ Clipped Wings: Chapter Twenty-Three

Clipped Wings: After living a life in seclusion due to an over protective father, you sneak away to experience life as it really is. Slowly building up the woman you always wanted to be, your quiet life is interrupted when you meet a rather elastic boy and his crew. This is just the beginning of trouble and your carefully crafted life starts to crumble around you. The past never really stays in the past, and now it has come knocking. In more ways than one.  

Warnings: None.

To Note: Dracule Mihawk x Reader, NAMED!FemReader, Some physical features have been given (hair & eye color).

Word Count: ~2.6k

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You sit beside Zoro’s bed, watching his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. The room is dim, the only light coming from a small oil lamp on the nightstand. Nami and Usopp have left to give you some privacy. Luffy hovers by the door, his concern for Zoro evident, but he gives you space.

You take a deep breath and begin to speak softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Zoro, I don’t know if you can hear me, but I thought maybe a story might help keep you anchored here.”

You lean back in the chair, letting your thoughts drift to your past. “I was raised on an island called Esmereld Cove,” you start. “It was beautiful, almost idyllic. My parents…. they left me there to be raised as a noblewoman by a nanny and a nursemaid. I was precious and weak, never allowed to work or learn anything useful. Just—just how to be the perfect and submissive noble woman”

You pause, glancing at Zoro’s still form before continuing. “Life there was... suffocating. I felt like a bird trapped in a gilded cage. Everything was handed to me, and I was naive—completely unprepared for the real world.”

Your fingers trace the edge of the bed as you recall the night you escaped. “One night, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I stole the emergency skiff prepared should someone come to the island and hurt me, and set out to sea. I almost didn’t make it to the next island; the waves were relentless, and my boat nearly capsized more than once.” You chuckle softly at the memory of your desperate struggle against the ocean. "Smashed open my forehead pretty badly too.

“When I finally reached Conomi Islands, I was half-drowned and starving. A kind family took me in because I told them I was lost at sea.” Your voice softens as you remember their kindness. “They gave me food and shelter, but I knew I had to learn how to survive on my own.”

“I had to literally learn everything,” you continue, your tone growing more determined. “I learned how to sew for need, not pleasure, and nurse wounds just to make a living. Every skill I possess now—I had to fight for it.” You look at Zoro’s face, hoping your words are reaching him somehow.

“I became stronger mentally and physically,” you say quietly. “But… it wasn’t enough. Eventually, I found myself hunting down a Devil Fruit with a group of pirates who used me as their pack mule.” Your hand unconsciously moves to your waist where the Whip of Lothaine rests.

“That Devil Fruit changed me,” you admit softly. “It made me confident, shrewd—gave me abilities that saved my life more than once.” You fall silent for a moment, lost in thought. "But— that was a mistake. I didn't need to eat that fruit to be stronger. All it did was take the sea from me."

You sigh, your lips pressing together for a moment.

“Zoro,” you whisper, leaning closer to him. “You’re strong—one of the strongest people I've ever met. And even though this defeat must be eating at you inside, remember that it’s not the end.” You place a gentle hand on his arm.

“You’ll come back from this,” you say firmly, more for yourself than for him. “And when you do, we’ll all be here for you to help you get stronger, better. Just—don't sucumb to your mind. Please.”

You’re still seated beside Zoro, your hand resting gently on his arm, when the door creaks open. Sanji’s silhouette appears in the doorway, his usual nonchalant expression softening as he looks at you.

“Hey,” he calls softly, not wanting to disturb the peace in the room. “I made lunch. You should eat something to keep your strength up.”

You glance up at him, momentarily torn between staying by Zoro’s side and taking care of yourself. Sanji steps into the room, his eyes flicking to Zoro’s unconscious form before settling back on you.

“I know you want to be here for him,” Sanji continues, his voice gentle yet firm. “But you won’t do him any good if you’re running on empty.”

You nod slowly, knowing he’s right but feeling a pang of guilt nonetheless. Sanji crosses the room and places a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Come on,” he urges softly. “It’ll just take a few minutes. I promise Zoro will still be here when you get back.”

You rise from the chair and follow Sanji out of the room. The smell of freshly cooked food wafts through the air as you walk down the narrow corridor toward the galley.

You enter the galley, and the sight of several plates of food laid out on the table makes your stomach growl. Sanji has prepared an array of sandwiches and other light dishes. The aroma is enticing, and you realize just how hungry you are.

Sanji gestures for you to sit, his eyes softening with a rare gentleness. “Sit down, Vee. Eat something.”

You nod and take a seat, grateful for his care. He places a plate in front of you, filled with an assortment of sandwiches. You pick one up and take a bite, savoring the flavors that burst in your mouth.

As you eat, Sanji takes a seat across from you, resting his chin on his hand as he watches you with curiosity. After a moment of silence, he speaks up. “I overheard you talking to Zoro about your Devil Fruit power.”

You pause mid-bite, looking up to meet his gaze. His expression is sincere, not judgmental—just genuinely curious.

“What’s it like?” he asks, his voice low and thoughtful. “Having those kinds of abilities?”

You swallow your bite of sandwich and take a moment to gather your thoughts before answering. “It’s... different,” you begin slowly. “The Hansha Hansha no Mi gives me reflexes that act independently of my brain. It’s like my body can fight on its own while I focus on strategy.”

Sanji nods, absorbing your words. “That sounds incredibly useful in a fight.”

“It is,” you agree, taking another bite of your sandwich. “But it also comes with its own set of challenges.”

“Like not being able to swim,” Sanji says knowingly.

“Exactly.” You sigh softly, placing your sandwich back on the plate. “The sea was my escape once, but now it’s my greatest enemy. If I could go back and change my choice in consuming that fruit, I would never have done it.”

Sanji leans back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours. “I can’t imagine what that must be like.”

You shrug slightly, trying to downplay the weight of it all. “It’s something I’ve had to come to terms with, and at least I never have to fear about flying knives or bullets.”

"Vee!" Nami's call of distress has you sitting up straight. She flies into the galley, Usopp and Luffy on her heels. "The Arlong Pirates are at Baratie, we have to leave now."

"Wait, you didn't say we had to leave," Luffy exclaims in confusion.

"They are looking for you," Nami fires back at him.

"Me?" Luffy asks, still baffled.

"And the map," Nami adds sharply. "Those fishmen will tear this place apart if Zeff doesn't turn him over."

"If it's not one thing, it's another," you mutter to yourself as Sanji springs to his feet and heads for the exit.

"Where are you going?" Usopp asks, eyes wide.

"If Baratie's in danger, I need to be there," Sanji replies, determination etched on his face.

"I'm coming with you," Luffy declares, moving to follow.

"Did you not hear what I just said?" Nami explains in frustration. "They are hunting you. We need to run."

"Yeah, I'm with Nami on this one. I'm really not trying to ruffle any feathers or scales—" Usopp adds nervously.

"I'm not running. We're going to protect this place," Luffy says with conviction. "We're going to protect this place." You knew there was a reason why you admired him, his unwavering morals.

"This isn't your fight, why would you do that?" Sanji asks.

"You fed us," Luffy tells Sanji as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Alright, what would you have me do then?" you inquire, dusting the crumbs from your fingers.

"Vee, I need you to stay and protect Zoro. You are our secret weapon," Luffy instructs before heading out of the galley, Usopp and Sanji on his heels.

"I'm gonna keep watch on the deck," Nami mutters, following reluctantly. She clearly did not favor Luffy's decision.

"All right, I guess that means it is just Zoro and I," you sigh, picking up your half eaten plate of food and ehading for Nami's room.

You sit beside Zoro, keeping a watchful eye on the door. The tension in the air feels like a heavy cloak around your shoulders. The distant sounds of battle and crashing waves make your heart pound with worry for your crewmates.

The door slams open, and you jump to your feet as Luffy stumbles in, drenched and gasping for breath. Usopp followed looking like the ocean had dropped out from beneath his feet.

“What happened?” you demand, your eyes darting between them. Nami was missing and they look so dejected. Not to mention Luffy is wet meaning he'd been in the ocean. He should be dead. “Luffy, why are you wet? Where’s Nami?”

Luffy drops to his knees, water pooling around him on the floor. “Arlong... he was stronger than I thought,” he pants, clutching his side. "Nami, Nami left with him and the map."

You stare at him in disbelief. “Nami did what?”

Usopp steps forward, his face pale and eyes wide with shock. “We were fighting off Arlong and his crew when Nami suddenly appeared... She gave them the map without hesitation.”

Your eyes narrow as you assess the situation. "Okay, I'll have to work that out later. First off, why are you wet, Luffy?"

Luffy wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his voice strained but steady. "Arlong threw me into the sea. If it weren't for Usopp and Sanji, I'd still be down there."

Your heart clenches at the thought of Luffy sinking into the depths, helpless. "Thank goodness they pulled you out," you murmur, glancing at Usopp, who looks like he’s barely holding it together.

Luffy pushes himself up, wobbling slightly but determined. "We can't let Arlong get away with this. We need to go after Nami and get that map back."

You nod, your mind racing with strategies. "Right. But we need to regroup first. Make sure we are prepared for this. We can't go charging forward without a plan."

"Okay, what do you suggest?" Usopp asks, looking between you and Luffy.

You stand tall, looking at Luffy's drenched form and Usopp's shaken expression. "Luffy, you need to dry off and change into something warm," you command, your tone firm but gentle.

Luffy blinks up at you, his eyes still filled with determination. "But—"

"No buts," you interrupt, pointing your finger the direction of his quarters "You can't fight if you're sick. Go. Now."

Luffy hesitates for a moment before nodding reluctantly. He stands and trudges out of the room, water still dripping from his clothes and forming a trail behind him.

You turn to Usopp, who looks like he's on the verge of a breakdown. His hands are trembling, and his eyes dart around the room as if searching for an escape route.

"Usopp," you say, your voice steadying him. "I need you to double-check the rigging of the Merry. Make sure everything is secure so we're ready to leave at a moment's notice."

Usopp swallows hard and nods, his face paling even more. "Okay... okay, I can do that," he mutters, more to himself than to you.

"Good," you say, giving him an encouraging nod. "Take your time and do it right. We need to be prepared."

He takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders before heading out the door, leaving you alone with Zoro once again. The sounds of battle outside have quieted somewhat, but the tension in the air remains palpable.

You glance at Zoro's still form, his face peaceful despite the chaos around him. A surge of protectiveness wells up inside you as you lean down to adjust his blanket, ensuring he's as comfortable as possible.

With Luffy drying off and changing and Usopp checking the rigging, you feel a small sense of relief knowing that things are getting under control. But there's still so much uncertainty ahead.

You sit on the deck of the Going Merry, the sea breeze ruffling your hair as you gaze out at the horizon. The crew is scattered around, each lost in their own thoughts. The weight of recent events hangs heavy in the air. Zoro, still looking a bit pale from his injuries, leans against the railing, arms crossed.

“How are we going to find Nami?” Zoro asks, breaking the silence. His voice carries a mix of frustration and determination. “We don’t even know where she went.”

Luffy stands up abruptly, a confident grin spreading across his face. “I know someone who does,” he announces, causing everyone to turn and look at him with curiosity.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued but skeptical. “And who might that be?” you ask, folding your arms across your chest.

“Come with me,” Luffy says, motioning for everyone to follow him. He leads the way to the galley, his steps purposeful and energetic.

As you enter the galley, Luffy moves to a corner where a large sack is placed on the floor. He pulls it open with a flourish, revealing Buggy’s severed head inside.

“What in the world…?” you mutter under your breath, staring at the talking head with mild annoyance. “Who is this?”

“Buggy!” Luffy exclaims proudly, as if presenting a great treasure.

Buggy’s eyes flicker open, and he smirks at you. “Well hello there,” he says smoothly, his voice dripping with charm despite his disembodied state. “And who might you be, beautiful?”

You narrow your eyes at him, unimpressed. “Not interested,” you reply flatly.

Buggy’s grin widens as he ignores your cold response. “Oh come on now, don’t be like that,” he purrs. “A lovely lady like yourself shouldn’t be so hard to please.”

You roll your eyes and turn back to Luffy. “So how exactly is this head supposed to help us find Nami?”

“Buggy knows where Arlong is!” Luffy explains excitedly. “He can tell us how to get there.”

"And I am going to marry Mihawk," you huff with sarcasm. "really, how is this clown head supposed to help us?"

"Hey! My name is Buggy, sweet cheeks!" The clown complains.

"And I am pretending to care," you respond, "again, how are you to help us?"

Buggy’s head wobbles a bit as he shifts his gaze. “Simple. I’ve got connections. I hear things,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You fold your arms and tap your foot impatiently. “And why should we trust you? Because I have a feeling you will betray us the moment you are given a chance.”

Buggy chuckles, the sound grating on your nerves. “You don’t have much of a choice, sweetheart. You want to find Arlong? I’m your best bet.”

Luffy nods enthusiastically. “See? He can help us!”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. “Fine,” you mutter. “But if this goes south, I will take pleasure in prying your eyes out of your skull with a spoon, and then feed them to you."

Buggy’s grin grows even wider, and he winks at you. “Don’t worry, darling. I won’t let you down. Now, what's this I hear about you marrying Mihawk?”

"Do shut up," You tell him, snatching an apple and shoving it into his mouth.

Date Published: 11/10/24

Last Edit: 11/10/24

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[zeglythers]

I'm sorry, you’re entitled to your opinion, but dragging T into this is a bit uncalled for. He’s not the one she broke up with.

But it's really not uncalled for. Since the beginning of the month/1 yr anniversary, Rachel has made public statements directed to T. He has made none to her or any other TBOSAS cast, at least not to my knowledge. A simple nod to the cast & crew that made his career would have just been good manners. Acknowledgement of Rachel's performance, which also had a very positive impact on his career, should have been made, especially considering the fact he knows that it would have meant a lot to her. Everyone said, "Oh no, he's so private. He would never post that online." Apparently, his need for online privacy ended today.

We all know R has been going through some real shit from the haters trying to cancel her. It's been beyond ugly. She has been doing 8 shows a week and doing publicity & events from her 2 new movies on her days off, all while being raked over the coals. He has to have known this.

Now, we see evidence leading us to believe she has, over the same time frame, broken up with the guy she's been with since age 17-18. Again, this comes on the day T decides it's a good idea to post about his new relationship.

Obviously, he can date anyone he wants. But talk about insensitivity. His new woman didn't have a damned thing to do with his success up to now. Rachel did. He knows what she's going through right now. He's supposed to be her friend, an idea I now question. I think his posts today are, at best, insensitive and, at worst, cruel.

Fyi- I have been one of the biggest Zeglyth shippers up until now. Now I hope she sees SHE CAN DO BETTER.

Alright, I feel like I might be a bit late to answer this, but here we go. I’ll start by being completely honest and saying that I think some of you are placing unrealistic expectations on T. It’s important to remember that no matter how much we want and hope for them to be together, he’s still not her boyfriend. I’ve seen some people expecting him to behave like one and I think we need to be more patient because they are not there yet. He doesn’t have that kind of commitment to R and we can’t demand anything from him. Yes, he’s out and about with someone else, and I understand it can be frustrating, but it’s his life, and he has the right to move on. R was in a relationship before this too, and T wasn’t under any obligation to stay single and wait for her to decide to break up. I don’t think it’s fair to call him insensitive, cruel, or ungrateful just because he’s minding his business and enjoying his life. Also, he didn’t post or repost any of the pictures from last night. All of them were shared by other people. It’s not like he flooded his feed or made a big Instagram announcement about his new relationship. He didn’t do any of that. All he did was attend an event with the woman he’s currently dating, and I'm sorry, but there’s nothing wrong with that. Is the timing terrible? Absolutely. But it’s also not his fault.

I've explained so many of times why I think he’s refraining from interacting online and I still hold that opinion. I don’t think the fact that he didn’t do much for the movie’s anniversary changes how much he appreciates the project or the opportunities it gave him. He's talked about that plenty and you can look it up if you don't believe it. I also pointed out how he doesn’t engage with anything about BTK either, although we know he’s really proud of the show, loves the character and gets along really well with the cast. Some things go beyond social media, and it’s important to remember that no matter how much we speculate, we’ll never have the full context. At the end of the day, what matters is that he really adores R, and she knows that well. If he were such a terrible person and friend or she was truly bothered by his lack of public response, she would’ve stopped interacting with anything about him by now. He was supporting and standing by her during the toughest times of both her career and life. If you think he’s not doing the same or staying in touch with her now, it’s because you really don’t know them.