#and at the right time of day the whole thing turns a toxic green

[strongermonster]

i'm in the middle of painting my bedroom, which is going Eh bc i want a very specific colour, but the lightbulb colour + basement darkness has made this an annoying trial and error in paint matching. however, i discovered only now in my life that plain ol' black + regular old yellow makes green.

i didn't know that??? i feel like... i shoudl've known that. was i not taught this when i was 8 or something?? it's making me feel 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ that i didn't know? it makes such a good green too

i hate this bc i feel like it was something that—now that i'm looking at it swatched out—i'm like "duh yeah, that's obvious, you knew that." but i just spent 4 days in a paint-fume-fuelled mania mixing greens, yellows, blues, reds, coppers, whites, blacks, etc to find a Perfect Green, and she was there in 2 colours all along...

[sutorus]

✰ HC: BEING IN A SITUATIONSHIP WITH THE JJK F*CKBOYS

DESCRIPTION: my hcs on what it’d be like to be in a situationship/fwb situation with the jjk men hehe

FEATURED: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem + afab reader, this is fully self indulgent i'm just taking my own shiddy experiences and coping via hot anime men, suggestive content/smut, pretty standard manwhore behavior, slightly toxic, not wholesome, kinda crack tbh, some mentions of degradation as a kink, objectifying women, just like the real thing lol!

A/N: LONG BUT READ! this will Not have an ending where you get together at least not rn these are just my hcs all in good fun ur just having fun ok ur not heartbroken everything is okay. they are not good boys here they are normal regular boys

GOJO SATORU

has way too many hoes. way too many

so much so that he gave up on remembering their names and just saves their numbers like “osaka w the hand kink”, “big tits shibari”, “slut from trig”, “hostess best bjs”

has someone’s boobs with his name written on them in sharpie as his wallpaper

says i love you when he cums inside and you never know if you should believe it

throws you off when he agrees to meet your friends only for him to flirt with them in front of you

takes you to the best clubs with bottle service, lets the girls sit on his lap and laughs when you get mad

pays for your ubers everywhere every time

into the weirdest shit like wearing your underwear laughing like a lunatic the whole time he’s fucking you then after he cums gets sulky and embarrassed

lays it on thick with the pet names, gives zero fucks if that confuses you even further

very public with you and it makes you wonder how many other girls put themselves through this humiliation just for the d

gets jealous about you being with other people and needs to prove himself by eating it from the back or something

fwb with gojo is just a huge mindfuck honestly he doesn’t take anything seriously and this is no different sorry! it’s fun tho!

GETO SUGURU

keeps it extremely platonic because he likes to tell himself he has a conscience

too busy for regular chit chat ignores your texts all day then hits you up when he wants to fuck

even more of a whore than gojo is which is why he makes sure not to lead anyone on he just does not need the trouble

answers all your personal questions about him with one word answers

he lets you choose the movie for netflix and chill at least! but will never remember it or the fact that it’s your favorite :(

cleans you up after sex and brings you water

has female hygiene products in his bathroom which is both a red and a green flag

lets you stay after sex and you just lay there on his bed watching him do stuff on his computer but he will not be talking to you

never calls you baby or anything when he’s fucking you just goes oh fuck yeah right there fuuuuck your pussy

genuinely respects you and has nice decent sex with you unless you tell him that you’re kinky

in which case he fucks you just how you want it and gets off on how turned on you are

not one of those guys who gets jealous of sex toys and holds the wand on your clit for you

likes to make you cum over and over and over again

fwb with geto makes your heart clench because he’s just such a gentleman but you got way too much competition to even think about it

NANAMI KENTO

a professional in every sense of the word

uses sex as stress relief

thinks he's too old for this shit but you make him feel alive so he fucks you like he can empty all of his frustrations into you

invites you to his apartment serves you expensive liquor and lets you initiate things most times unless he’s too pent up

can actually have very nice conversations with you

never has the “what are we talk” because he makes it clear he’s too busy for a relationship

lets you spend the night if it’s too late but solely for your safety/logistics

does your taxes for you but will not call you anything beyond an “acquaintance”

texts you happy holidays but does not know when your birthday is

gets tested consistently even though he’s not fucking anyone else and always uses a condom unless you beg him not to

eats you out because he thinks it’s relaxing and spends hours prepping you

the sexual tension is soooo thick when you two fuck all you can hear is grunts and growls and moans and wet slapping sounds and it’s so hot

has some random turn ons like gets bricked up when you’re wearing lipstick or stockings

fwb with nanami is very enjoyable and easy it’ll get complicated if you develop feelings because he does not want to date but who cares yolo am i right

FUSHIGURO TOJI

broke ass deadbeat dad why are you into him

absolutely nasty sex

you know if he had a girlfriend he’d respect her too much to do the things he does to you

dick game so bomb that you’re scared he’s gonna give you a child even when he’s wearing a condom

wants to fuck you every way he possibly can on every fuckable surface with zero regard for your physical integrity

eats his cum right out of you

ego is so big, grins so wide and fucks you so hard when you stroke his muscles

loves to eat pussy but only after he’s fucked you because he likes it tight and hot with minimal prep

doesn’t follow you on any social media but jerks off to your instagram pics

has like 3 different phone numbers and you don’t know why

has only let you come over once, didn’t let you shower after

no pet names but calls you a dirty whore and other degrading shit

loves it if you cry on his dick

doesn’t give a fuck about your safety sorry you’re on your own

has never told you his last name

one time you asked to see a picture of his son and he didn’t speak for 3 whole minutes

fwb with toji is the nastiest sex you’ve ever had truly it’s just sinful and everyone’s dark hidden fantasy half of it you couldn’t tell your closest friends because it’s just too much

a/n sorry

[songbirdseung]

mr. green flag / park jongseong

synopsis: after dating the wrong guys, you wanted to give up love and relationships. although, a man named park jongseong changed things for you.

pairing: nonidol!jay x nonidol!yn

warnings: cheating, red flag boyfriends, love triangles, cuss words

The bartender was most likely your best friend now since you basically came to the bar every week or two. Crying over a guy who definitely not worth your tears and time. But the bartender was very understanding of your situation and tried his very best to provide comfort and reassurance.

You found out his name was Terry. He's been working at the bar as his second job just to make extra money. Such a nice genuine guy, someone you wish you could date but for some reason, the universe hated your guts, or you just did so horrible in your past life that you need to be punished in this life.

"Okay, last one for tonight. You still got to drive yourself home" he slides your drink towards you with a serious but caring look on his face. "When are you going to break up with that douchebag?" all the arrows pointed to breaking up with him, but since you were so blinded, you couldn't just let him go. As stupid as it was, you loved him despite all the foolish and childish things he has done to you.

"I love you; I do. But I hate seeing you walk through the door with a frown on your face and tears running down your face. It's time you be single or date a good guy" terry doesn't know how many times he had already said these things to you, but he has to remind you every time.

On the drive home, you were dreading it. What if you open the door to your shared apartment with your boyfriend and see him banging another girl? why did you have to be so stupid and such a coward, why couldn't you just say the words "let's break up" or "I'm done" then follow up with a "get out of my apartment" then be over with it.

Luckily for you, the universe wanted to be a little bit kinder to you, you opened the door to your apartment and no, your boyfriend wasn't hooking up with someone. But you knew, he probably already did earlier in the day. As you make your way into the kitchen to drink some medicine and water, you receive a text from terry.

terry: don't forget what I said earlier, you can't say you forgot because we both know you're not drunk.

You sigh and head to your bedroom where your boyfriend is playing video games. You turn on the light and he immediately spin around in his chair and starts yelling at how you disrupted his game.

This is it; you just have to do it. Just say the words yn. "I'm breaking up you, by tomorrow morning, I expect you to be out of this house and my life."

That was a whole month ago, now you were currently single and moving on. Instead of being at the bar with terry, you were at the mall. "I'm proud of you yn, it's been a month and from what I've notice, you're doing great" you smile and nod, "I honestly did not know where the confidence came from when I broke up with him."

You recall all the times you got broken up with by your past 2 boyfriends. they all treated you the way your 3rd boyfriend did. Realizing that all these three, when you started dating them, they would put up a persona, a facade as if they were good guys and they would treat you the way you deserved. They promised things that turned to be absolutely bullshit and empty promises. Then down the road, they would slowly show their true colors and behaviors.

"Maybe I'm meant to be single, maybe i should just give up on relationships" terry listens to your rants and future goals. Listing down all the things you want to do now since you were free from manipulators and controlling men. "Who knows, Mr. right is just around the corner" he pretends to look around, but you miss the real intention or message behind that remark from terry.

Relationships and love were now long gone from your life, and you wanted it to stay that way. Being in those toxic and shitty relationships, you lost yourself. Now it was time to bring that lively and passionate girl back. to do so, old passions, goals, dreams were revisited and worked on again. as months passed, the old you started to resurface. You felt happy, you felt like yourself.

Once day, you went to visit your family house, and in that house, there was a basement where your old stuff was placed in boxes. You placed them there so no one could mess with them and for your old room to be used for whenever they had guest over. Looking through your stuff, you reached over for your guitar that was in its case. The instrument that was your whole life. It was quite upsetting that whenever you would play guitar in your apartment, your ex would get mad at you, claiming how loud you were and how bad you were at playing. it caused you to stop and feel insecure over something you so sure of since you were little. You placed the guitar on your lap and started playing, you haven't played in a long time, but muscle memory was helping you so much.

You got back on your game, focusing on school and looking for a part time job to earn money. You were spending so much time with yourself, you forgot to spend quality time with your friends too. You had terry, chaeryoung, and jake. You weren't a group, but you used to hang out with them separately.

Putting down the paint brush and picking up the disregarded phone on the floor, you dial jake's number. After a few rings he picks up with a sassy but not serious tone. "You remember I exist huh, yn?" you laugh in an apology and ask him if he wants to go out. To which he agrees and tells you he'd be there to pick you up in 15 minutes.

Jake and you go way back, you met him in Australia when you were on vacation. Everyone in your family were appreciating the view as they were sight-seeing. But you were more interested in the golden border collie that was staring back at you and wagging her tail as you made grabby hands at her. Only being 10 years old, your parents didn't let you go anywhere unsupervised, so they kept a tight hold on you, but you just had to pet the cute puppy. With enough wiggling out of their grasp and run away. "Hi, can i pet your puppy?" looking up at the lady who was holding the leash. She gives you the green light and starts asking you questions. "what's your name?" "Where are your parents?" "How old are you?" obviously, you answered her with respect. later, a young boy, who seems to be the son of the lady comes up and says hi. A very friendly boy with an Australian accent asks you if you wanna be friends.

That's where it all began. it was a long-distance friendship, not until jake decided to go back to Korea. You two have been glued to each other's hip since then, he was there for you for everything, for the good and bad. he's seen all the men you'd dated and unlike terry who was the "good cop", jake was the "bad cop" telling you how it was and even if it had to be said in the harshest way, he'd say it. When you told him you ended your recent relationship, happy was an understatement with how Jake felt.

Today, he still is your best friend. "Jake, stop letting me win, it ain't fun that way" stern look on your face as you stare at your best friend who is standing by the goal post. "I'm not, you're just really good" he shrugs his shoulders with that award winning smile. "you're not even moving; you're not even blocking the ball" you whine as you walk up to him.

The whole day was probably spent with Jake, it was getting dark, and it was time to part ways. or so you thought. Jake comes back to you after taking a call from a friend. "Hey, my friend Sunghoon called me saying how he has two extra tickets to that movie we were just talking about, you wanna go?" saying yes, you alert your parents with a text, letting them know you'll be home late.

On the way Jake opens up the topic of romance, asking for an update. "you're not seeing any losers, aren't you?" he chuckles, and he looks at the sour face you made. "No, I'm going to stay single for a long time" emphasize on the word long.

The whole time, you just thought that it would be the three of you, that you only had to meet Sunghoon. But no, you were standing there, with maybe the most good-looking guy you have ever seen. Jake would probably disagree and say it was him. Once you arrive and jake found Sunghoon, you immediately greet him and share banter, then another guy comes from the bathroom and greets you as well.

"Hi, I'm jay. You must be jake's friend he keeps complaining about." He jokes, and when he smiled, you might have just melted, he turns to Sunghoon, and you saw how sharp his jawline was. He was incredibly handsome that it makes you question if you should really give up on love or not.

"What do you mean, complaining...jake?!" you slap jake's arm and face your whole body towards him. "What have you been saying to them?!" you kept slapping his arm until he stops laughing and taking a hold of you. "I tell them how crazily stupid you are when it comes to dating and how I am tired of trying to save your ass yn" he explained while laughing like there was no tomorrow.

"If I was dating you, I think I'd be the one crazily in love" jay speaks and it makes your mind literally stop working, the cogs in your brain stopped and malfunctioned. "Damn you just met her, and you're already smitten?" Sunghoon chuckles and shakes his head, leading you all towards the room where the movie was going to play.

As the movie played, you couldn't help but steal glances at Jay, his profile illuminated by the flickering light of the screen. Each time your eyes met, a playful smile danced on his lips, igniting a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the theater's heating.

When the credits finally rolled, and the lights brightened, Jay turned to you with a grin. "Well, that was a rollercoaster," he remarked, his voice light with amusement. You chuckled in agreement, feeling a sense of ease settle between you. "Definitely kept us on the edge of our seats," you replied, matching his playful tone.

Stepping out into the cool evening air, the bustling chatter of the crowd surrounding you faded into the background as you and Jay fell into conversation. It was effortless, as if you'd known each other for years rather than mere hours. You found yourselves sharing anecdotes, swapping stories, and delving into shared interests with an enthusiasm that felt electric.

"So, what's your favorite movie of all time?" Jay asked, his eyes alight with curiosity as he turned to you. You paused, considering his question with a thoughtful expression. "Hmm, tough one," you mused, a smile quirking at the corners of your lips. "But if I had to choose, I'd say 'Inception.' The whole concept of dreams within dreams just blows my mind."

Jay nodded, his own smile widening. "Ah, a fellow fan of mind-bending plots," he replied, a hint of admiration in his voice. "I'm more of a 'Shawshank Redemption' guy myself. Can't beat a classic."

As you continued to chat and laugh together, the connection between you deepened, each shared moment cementing the bond that seemed to grow stronger with every passing second. It was a feeling unlike any you'd experienced before, a sense of belonging and understanding that left you yearning for more.

And as you walked side by side, the city lights casting a gentle glow upon your faces, you couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected encounter with Jay was just the beginning of something truly extraordinary.

After the movie, as you all parted ways, Jay lingered, asking if you'd like to grab a coffee sometime. His smile was genuine, his eyes kind, and in that moment, you felt a glimmer of hope stir within you. Maybe, just maybe, there was something worth exploring beyond the scars of your past relationships.

As you said goodbye to Jay and watched him walk away with a quickening heart, Jake nudged you playfully. "Well, well, looks like someone's got a fan," he teased, grinning mischievously.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at your lips. "Shut up, Jake," you replied, nudging him back. But deep down, you couldn't deny the warmth that Jay's presence had ignited within you, a flicker of possibility in a heart once shrouded in doubt.

In the days that followed your encounter with Jay, your mind became consumed with swirling doubts and questions, overshadowing the initial excitement and warmth you felt in his presence. Despite the undeniable chemistry and the effortless connection you shared, the scars of past heartbreaks loomed large, casting a shadow of uncertainty over your burgeoning feelings.

As you went about your daily routine, thoughts of Jay lingered in the back of your mind, a constant presence that refused to be ignored. You found yourself replaying your conversations, analyzing every word and gesture, searching for signs of hidden agendas or red flags that might betray his true intentions.

"What if I'm just setting myself up for another disappointment?" you whispered to yourself, the weight of past betrayals heavy on your shoulders. The fear of being hurt again, of having your trust shattered and your heart broken, threatened to suffocate the budding hope that had dared to take root in your chest.

You confided in your closest friends, seeking their advice and perspective on the situation. Terry offered words of encouragement, reminding you of your resilience and strength in overcoming past obstacles. "Don't let fear dictate your happiness," he urged, his voice gentle but firm. "Take a chance, yn. You deserve to find love again, and Jay might just be the one to help you rediscover it."

But despite Terry's reassurances, the nagging doubts persisted, gnawing at your confidence and filling your mind with endless what-ifs. What if history were to repeat itself? What if Jay turned out to be just like the others, another heartbreaker in disguise?

As you tossed and turned in bed, sleep eluding you in the late hours of the night, you couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that gripped your heart. The prospect of opening yourself up to love once more felt both exhilarating and terrifying, a delicate balance between hope and fear that left you teetering on the edge of indecision.

With a sigh, you sank into the soft cushions, the weight of your worries pressing heavily upon you. "I just... I don't know what to do, Chaeryoung," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so afraid of getting hurt again, of making the same mistakes I've made in the past."

Chaeryoung listened attentively, her gaze unwavering as she reached out to gently grasp your hand in hers. "I understand, yn," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "But you can't let the fear of the past dictate your future. Sometimes, taking a chance on love means embracing the possibility of heartache, knowing that the journey is worth the risk."

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes as Chaeryoung's words struck a chord deep within you. "But what if I'm not strong enough to handle it?" you whispered, the fear of vulnerability threatening to consume you.

Chaeryoung squeezed your hand reassuringly, her expression filled with unwavering support. "You are stronger than you know, yn," she said firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "And you don't have to face this alone. I'll be here for you every step of the way, no matter what happens."

The day of your coffee date with Jay arrived, and despite the lingering doubts that still gnawed at the edges of your mind, you found yourself determined to embrace the opportunity with an open heart. As you stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down your outfit and running a nervous hand through your hair, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation mingled with trepidation.

When you arrived, Jay was already there, waiting patiently at a table near the window with a warm smile on his lips. As you approached, his eyes lit up with genuine delight, and you felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks at the sight of him.

"Hey, yn, I'm so glad you could make it," Jay said, rising from his seat to greet you with a friendly hug. "You look amazing."

You returned his smile with a shy grin of your own, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly at his easygoing demeanor. "Thanks, Jay," you replied, feeling a surge of gratitude for his kindness and understanding.

As you settled into your seats and engaged in conversation, you found yourself swept away by Jay's charm and wit, his easy laughter and genuine interest in getting to know you better putting you at ease. With each passing moment, the doubts and insecurities that had plagued you began to fade into the background, replaced by a sense of connection and possibility that left you breathless with anticipation.

Midway through the date, as the conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Jay, you found yourself laughing at his animated retelling of a recent mishap at work. His eyes sparkled with amusement, his infectious laughter filling the air and drawing a smile to your lips.

"You wouldn't believe it," Jay exclaimed, his hands gesturing wildly as he recounted the comical series of events. "I swear, if it weren't for my quick thinking, we would have been knee-deep in paperwork!"

You chuckled, shaking your head in amusement. "Well, I'm glad you were able to save the day," you replied, unable to tear your gaze away from the twinkle in Jay's eyes. "Sounds like you're quite the hero."

Jay grinned, his dimples deepening as he leaned back in his chair. "Oh, you have no idea," he teased, his voice laced with playful exaggeration. "I've got a cape and everything."

The two of you shared a laugh, the tension easing between you as you basked in the warmth of each other's company. With each passing moment, you felt yourself growing more comfortable and at ease with Jay, the initial nerves of the date fading into the background as you lost yourself in the easy banter and shared laughter.

And as you shared another round of laughter with Jay, the doubts and insecurities that had once clouded your mind seemed to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of hope and possibility that whispered of new beginnings and endless horizons. With a smile on your lips and a lightness in your heart, you leaned in closer to Jay, eager to savor every moment of this unexpected journey that had brought you together.

As the evening drew to a close and the coffee shop began to empty out, you and Jay found yourselves lingering at your table, reluctant to part ways just yet. The easy conversation and shared laughter had created a bond between you that felt both comforting and exhilarating, leaving you reluctant to let the night end.

As you gathered your belongings and prepared to leave, Jay rose from his seat and offered you a warm smile. "Well, yn, I had a really great time tonight," he said sincerely, his eyes meeting yours with a gentle warmth that sent a flutter of excitement through your chest.

You returned his smile, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you for the unexpected connection you had shared. "I did too, Jay," you replied, your voice soft with sincerity. "Thank you for such a wonderful evening."

As you made your way outside, the cool night air wrapping around you like a comforting embrace, Jay walked beside you in easy silence, his presence a reassuring presence at your side. The streets were quiet now, the bustling city fading into the background as you walked side by side, lost in your own thoughts.

When you finally reached your doorstep, you turned to face Jay, feeling a mixture of reluctance and anticipation swirling within you. "Well, this is me," you said with a hesitant smile, gesturing to the entrance of your building.

Jay nodded, his expression softening with a hint of regret. "Yeah, it is," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "I wish we could stay out here all night."

You chuckled softly, feeling a pang of disappointment at the thought of saying goodbye so soon. "Me too," you admitted, your heart heavy with the weight of impending separation.

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the unspoken words hanging in the air between you like a delicate thread. And then, without warning, Jay reached out to gently grasp your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your veins.

"I really want to kiss you right now, yn," Jay said softly, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of longing and respect. "But I don't want to rush things. I want to take things slow, and I want to make sure you feel comfortable every step of the way."

His words were like a balm to your weary heart, a reminder that not all men were like the ones who had hurt you in the past. And as you looked into Jay's eyes, you saw nothing but sincerity and kindness reflected back at you, filling you with a sense of warmth and gratitude that you hadn't felt in a long time.

With a grateful smile, you squeezed Jay's hand gently, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his understanding and compassion. "Thank you, Jay," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I really appreciate that."

And as you stood there in the soft glow of the streetlights, the night stretching out before you like a canvas waiting to be painted, you knew that this unexpected encounter with Jay was just the beginning of a journey filled with hope, healing, and the promise of a love that was worth waiting for.

A few weeks had passed since your coffee date with Jay, and life had quickly resumed its hectic pace. Between work commitments, family obligations, and the occasional outing with friends, you found yourself swept up in a whirlwind of activity, the days blurring together in a haze of busyness and distraction.

Despite the outward appearance of normalcy, however, there was a lingering sense of restlessness that gnawed at the edges of your mind, a quiet unease that whispered of unresolved worries and unspoken fears. You had thrown yourself into your daily routines with a sense of determination and purpose, but beneath the surface, a part of you still felt adrift, searching for something elusive and intangible.

Your friends had noticed the change in you, their concerned glances and probing questions a constant reminder of the facade you had erected to shield yourself from their scrutiny. Terry, Chaeryoung, and Jake had all voiced their concerns, offering words of support and encouragement in their own unique ways, but you had brushed off their worries with a casual wave of your hand, insisting that you were fine and that there was nothing to be concerned about.

But deep down, you knew that wasn't entirely true. The truth was, you were struggling to keep up appearances, to maintain the facade of strength and resilience that you had carefully crafted to hide the vulnerability and uncertainty that lurked within. You were tired of pretending, tired of wearing a mask that no longer fit, but you didn't know how to let it go, how to break free from the chains that bound you to a life that felt increasingly hollow and unfulfilling.

It was on one such day, as you sat alone in your apartment, lost in a sea of thoughts and doubts, that there came a knock at your door. Startled from your reverie, you rose from your seat and made your way to the entrance, your heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.

When you opened the door, you were surprised to find Jay standing on the other side, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. "Hey, yn," he said softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of the turmoil that lay beneath the surface. "Can I come in?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say or how to explain the maelstrom of emotions that churned within you. But as you looked into Jay's eyes, you saw nothing but warmth and understanding reflected back at you, and you felt a sudden surge of gratitude for his unwavering support and compassion.

With a nod, you stepped aside to let Jay into your apartment, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between you. As he took a seat beside you on the couch, you felt a sense of relief wash over you at the prospect of finally opening up to someone who truly cared.

For a long moment, the two of you sat in silence, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant rumble of traffic outside. And then, at last, Jay spoke, his voice gentle and reassuring.

"yn, I've noticed that you've been… distant lately," he began, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "And I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. Is everything okay?"

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat threatening to choke off your words. But before you could reply, Jay reached out to gently grasp your hand in his, his touch a comforting anchor in the storm of emotions that raged within you.

"You don't have to pretend with me, yn," Jay said softly, his voice filled with quiet understanding. "Whatever you're going through, whatever you're feeling… I'm here for you. You don't have to face it alone."

And in that moment, as you looked into Jay's eyes and saw the depth of his sincerity and compassion, you knew that you had found someone worth opening up to, someone who would stand by your side through thick and thin, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

With a grateful smile, you squeezed Jay's hand gently, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at the prospect of finally sharing your burdens with someone who truly cared. And as you began to open up to Jay, pouring out your fears and insecurities with a vulnerability you had never shown anyone before, you felt a weight lift from your shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of hope and optimism for the future.

In the days and weeks that followed, you found solace in the unwavering support and understanding of Jay, who stood by your side through every twist and turn of your journey. With his encouragement and guidance, you began to confront the demons of your past, slowly but surely breaking free from the chains that had bound you for so long.

Together, you navigated the highs and lows of life, sharing laughter and tears, triumphs and setbacks, as you embarked on a journey of self-discovery and healing. With Jay's love and support, you found the strength to confront your fears and insecurities head-on, embracing the challenges that lay before you with courage and resilience.

As your relationship with Jay blossomed and deepened, you found yourself constantly amazed by his thoughtfulness and consideration. Jay seemed to possess an innate understanding of your needs and boundaries, effortlessly navigating the intricacies of your heart with a sensitivity and empathy that left you feeling cherished and valued.

One evening, as you curled up on the couch together, lost in the pages of a book, Jay reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch light and tender against your skin. You looked up to find him gazing at you with an expression of quiet adoration, his eyes filled with a warmth that made your heart flutter with affection.

Without a word, Jay leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin in a silent promise of love and devotion. And in that moment, as you felt the weight of his affection wash over you like a soothing balm, you knew with a certainty that this was where you belonged, in the arms of a man who loved you unconditionally, flaws and all.

In the days and weeks that followed, Jay continued to show his affection in the small but meaningful ways that spoke volumes of his love for you. Whether it was leaving notes of encouragement tucked into your lunch bag, surprising you with your favorite meal after a long day, or simply wrapping you in a warm embrace when you needed it most, Jay's gestures never failed to brighten your day and fill your heart with joy.

But what touched you most deeply was the way Jay always respected your boundaries and comfort levels, never pushing you to do anything you weren't ready for or comfortable with. Instead, he met you where you were, showering you with love and affection in the ways that felt most natural and comfortable to you.

And as you snuggled close to Jay on the couch, his arms wrapped protectively around you, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the man who had come into your life and filled it with so much love and happiness. With Jay by your side, you knew that you were truly blessed, and you vowed to cherish every moment you shared together, knowing that the love you had found was a rare and precious gift that would last a lifetime.

And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, you found yourself growing stronger and more confident with each passing day, no longer defined by the scars of your past but by the boundless possibilities of your future.

In Jay, you found not only a lover but a confidant, a partner who shared your hopes and dreams, fears and insecurities, and who stood by your side through thick and thin. Together, you forged a bond that was stronger than any obstacle, a love that transcended the trials and tribulations of life.

One evening, as you sat together on the balcony, watching the sun dip below the horizon in a blaze of fiery colors, you found yourselves lost in conversation, sharing your deepest thoughts and feelings with a vulnerability and honesty that only strengthened the bond between you.

"I never thought I'd find someone like you, yn," Jay said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "Someone who truly understands me, who accepts me for who I am, flaws and all."

You turned to look at Jay, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "I feel the same way, Jay," you replied, reaching out to take his hand in yours. "You've shown me a kind of love and acceptance that I never knew was possible, and for that, I'm eternally grateful."

As you sat together in companionable silence, the soft murmur of the city below providing a soothing backdrop to your conversation, you felt a sense of peace settle over you like a warm blanket. With Jay by your side, you knew that you could weather any storm that came your way, knowing that his love and support would always be there to guide you through.

And as the stars began to twinkle overhead, casting their gentle glow upon you both, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Jay's lips, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the man who had come into your life and filled it with so much joy and happiness. With Jay by your side, you knew that anything was possible, and you vowed to cherish every moment you shared together, knowing that your love was a bond that would last a lifetime.

And as you looked towards the horizon, your heart filled with gratitude for the unexpected twists and turns that had led you to this moment, you knew that with Jay by your side, the future held endless promise and possibility.

With a smile on your lips and a lightness in your heart, you stepped forward into the unknown, ready to embrace whatever adventures awaited you, knowing that as long as you had Jay by your side, you could weather any storm that came your way.

And so, as the sun set on one chapter of your life and rose on the next, you took Jay's hand in yours, ready to embark on a new journey filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

For in Jay, you had found not only a partner but a soulmate, a kindred spirit who had walked through fire and brimstone to stand by your side, and for that, you would be eternally grateful.

And as you walked hand in hand into the sunset, the echoes of your laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of the wind, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything.

And so, with hearts full of hope and love, you stepped forward into the unknown, ready to embrace whatever adventures awaited you, knowing that as long as you had each other, the future held endless promise and possibility.

[totheblood]

superposition. (three)

pairing: dealer!ellie x best friend!reader

summary: ellie gives you lesson number three (she's kinda bitter about it) and you get an A+ on your test!

warnings: 18+, SMUT,(thigh riding) cursing, alcohol/drug mention, suggestive themes... cheating if u squint... once again the ai audios are... just dont listen around others

read the previous part of this fic here!

a/n: this was challenging for some reason... please know i'd love feed back and all reblogs and replies and asks are welcomed and encouraged... thank you for 3k!

"i want you to want me."

You agreed to a second date with Malia.

Despite the fact that you felt something was missing from your first date, you still agreed to give her a second chance. It was a weak attempt to shove whatever you were feeling for your best friend down into the pits of your stomach, but you were failing miserably. While you sat next to her in the crowded bar, all you could think about was Ellie and how her hands traced down your stomach and thighs a week ago.

In fact, that was all you could think about the entire week and it was beginning to make you feel pathetic. Every time Ellie’s hand brushed over yours when you were walking together, or whenever she licked her lips after eating something sent your brain into a frenzy. Her mouth, her hands, her voice ran through your mind on a loop. You were unsure what ‘touch-starved’ meant but you were almost positive that it was what you were feeling right now.

Things had gone back to normal after that night, despite Ellie abruptly leaving your apartment after making you cum. She was just acting as if nothing had happened, not bringing it up again or even joking about it in the way you expected her to. In fact, when you brought up the fact that you were going on another date with Malia she smiled and told you to tell her how it goes. 

It was toxic of you, but you had to admit that her lack of jealousy pissed you off. The Ellie that made quips about the date being too boring and offering to ‘take care of you’ was gone, and you were unsure of how to feel about it. She wasn’t cold, but she wasn’t your Ellie anymore. On movie night that Friday she even voted for the movie Dina picked, making your heart sink. She was pulling away from you and you had to do everything in your power to not freak the fuck out. 

Halfway through the movie, you got up and began collecting your belongings, searching the couch for your phone. 

“Where are you going?” Dina’s voice made you whip your head towards her, her eyes trained on you when they should’ve been trained on that stupid fucking movie her and Ellie wanted to watch.

“Uh- I’m going on a date,” you replied, turning back to the couch to find your phone and place it in your pocket. Instinctively your eye’s flicked towards Ellie, her eyes were stuck on the TV screen, intently watching the movie. 

“Oh, with the same girl as before?” Dina perked up, shifting her whole body in the direction of you and startling awake Jesse who had fallen asleep leaned up against her. 

“Yeah, Malia.” You gave her a smile, unsure if she could even see it in the dark room, the only light coming from the glow of the TV screen. “We’re getting drinks downtown.”

“Oh shit, you know how you get when you’re drunk,” Dina laughed to herself making Jesse groan, “You get all touchy-feely and shit. You’re for sure getting some tonight.”

This made Ellie turn to look at you, green eyes illuminated and lips pressed flat. Your heart jumped in your chest, excitement bubbling at the fact that she might still care. She looked you up and down before turning back to the movie, doing her best to ignore the conversation.

“I mean, I hope so,” you awkwardly laughed, stealing another quick glance at Ellie, “I think I may be ‘touch-starved’ or whatever that is.”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind being touched by Malia, that girl is hot,” Dina whispered, so Jesse wouldn’t hear, “I saw her on campus the other day and I was like ‘Dam-”  

“Can you guys shut up? I’m trying to watch the movie.” Ellie chimed in, her tone sharp. Dina playfully pushed Ellie’s shoulder before rolling her eyes and mouthing a ‘sorry’ to you and gesturing for you to go.

“See you later, guys.” You half-whispered, making your way out the door. Ellie watched as you made your way to the door, eyes lingering for a minute after the door had shut behind you.

Ellie was doing her best to be nonchalant but was failing miserably. It took everything in her to pretend that she didn’t know what you felt like, what you sounded like moaning her name. All she wanted to do was pretend nothing had happened, force a smile on her face when you mentioned going on a second date, and ignore the pain in her jaw from clenching it too much. It was much easier said than done. 

It wasn’t news to anyone that you brought out a volatile reaction in Ellie. Whenever you were mentioned by someone in a negative light she had to physically restrain herself from knocking their teeth out, failing on two occasions. Whenever you were mentioned in a positive light, Ellie had to stop herself from listing all of the things she liked about you or getting jealous at the idea that someone may take you away from her. She knew she didn’t own you, but a part of you belonged to her and she knew that. 

Again, Ellie waited by her phone that night waiting for you to text her that your date was over and that you wanted her to come over. She wasn’t expecting you to, but she still hoped that you would.

The date with Malia went as smoothly as last time. The conversation was good, the drinks were even better, and when her hand rested at the side of your thigh and she asked you if you wanted to go back to her place, you happily obliged. All of it was fuzzy, her frantically unlocking her door with your lips nipping and sucking at her neck, her leading you to her bedroom with girly laughs filling the room, her pressing you down into her mattress, hands pulling at your waistband, and you pushing her off the bed. 

You sat up with a gasp and hand clamped over your mouth as you looked over the edge of the bed to see her sitting on the floor.

“I’m so sorry!” You quickly scrambled to reach out a hand for her, helping her to get up. You assumed she would be pissed but all she did was laugh and accept your outstretched hand. Your face had worry written all over it, your brows wrinkled and eyes wide. 

“It’s okay,” she let out a breathy laugh again, shaking her head as she sat next to you on the bed, “I’m assuming you’re just not ready?”

You took a good look at her watching the way her features all sat perfectly on her face. You were ready, and touch starved, so why couldn’t you do this with her? 

“I don’t think I am,” you reluctantly replied, an apologetic look on your face, “I’m just not there yet, I’m new to all of this so I think we should take it slow.”

“Of course,” she reached a hand out to push your hair out of your face, “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” 

Suddenly, the room felt extremely small and you felt the need to get out of there. It wasn’t anything she had done but the realization that you had just pushed your date off her bed was beginning to set in. You stood up quickly, smoothing out your shirt and beginning to make your way out to her living room where you had thrown your bag. 

“I should go,” your voice was rushed and frantic mimicking your movements. Malia was quick on your tail, trying to reassure you in her own rushed voice, but it all came out as static to you. You turned quickly on your heels to face her, your phone and bag in hand. “I’ll text you, okay?” 

You gave her a kiss on the cheek before rushing out the front door and whipping out your phone to dial the only person you knew how to call these days. You rushed down the staircase and out onto the street, pressing her contact number scared she wouldn’t pick up. It only rang once before you heard her voice through the phone.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked frantically, knowing that if you were calling her and not texting, than something was wrong.

“Um, yeah, yeah-” You breathed out, voice shaky and unstable.

“What’s wrong, Petal?” From your phone, you could hear her already getting up and getting her things together to come and get you.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you lied, “Can you just come pick me up? I’m just at Malia’s and I need to get out of here.” 

There was silence on her end for a minute. “Uh, yeah. Just send me the address.” 

After what felt like ages of you shaking your head and looking around for Ellie’s car, she pulled up, headlights flashing at you as she approached. You rushed to the door, pulled it open, and got in the passenger seat, avoiding eye contact with Ellie. 

“Hey, you okay?” She asked again, her voice much softer this time. You turned to look at her with your arms crossed. 

“I’m fine, Ellie. It just-” You took a deep breath avoiding her eyes once again. “Can you just drive?”

“My place or yours?” 

“Yours.”

Ellie gave you a curt nod before turning up the radio and driving over to her apartment building. Once you got there and both made your way into her apartment, you were suddenly uncomfortable. You forgot that you had on makeup and a tight shirt and leather pants that you were definitely not going to sleep in.

“Uh, Ellie?” Your voice was small as you followed her into her room. It was much cleaner than it usually was and didn’t reek of weed like it usually did. It instead smelled like… “Did you light a candle or something?” 

“Yeah, why?” She glanced up at you from her place at her dresser, searching through the drawers for something. 

“No reason,” you looked around her room once again, “Just wondering why it smells so good in here.”

She gave you another quick glance and a small smirk, taking an oversized shirt of hers from the drawer and throwing it at you. “Yeah it’s Cactus Blossom. Got it on sale and Bath and Body Works.” 

You opened up the shirt and looked at it, it was a ‘Nirvana’ t-shirt that you saw Ellie wear multiple times before. 

“It’s to sleep in, by the way.” She joked, noticing you stare at the shirt. 

“Yeah, thanks.”

When you came back from changing into Ellie’s shirt, she was in her own pajamas: a loose fitting t-shirt and oversized boxers. She looked up at you from her place on the bed, her eyes lingering on your bare legs for a moment. She pursed her lips and patted the spot next to her on the bed. Climbing back onto the bed, you sat crosslegged next to Ellie, your hands securely in your lap. Ellie put her phone down to look at you, her eyes catching on your neck. 

“Is that a hickey?” She reached up, finger brushing over the purple bruise on your neck. For a moment, you watched her face fall, but she quickly regained herself as she pulled her hand away. 

“Oh shit, I didn’t even realiz-” You were cut off by the sound of Ellie using your name, something she only did when she was serious or mad at you. “What?”

“Did you sleep with her? Is that why yo-”

“What? Ellie, no.” You reassured her, not understanding why there was a need to in the first place.

“So then what happened? Why are you here and not with her?” Ellie’s voice was low and carried a hint of worry with it. Your eyes bore into hers, searching for an answer she wasn’t going to give you verbally.

“She just-” You dramatically sighed, looking down at your hands then back up at her. “We were going to. Like, she was on top of me and was kissing me, and it did feel good, I’m not going to lie, but then she started to try to remove my pants and I just-” 

Ellie’s face was cold, her teeth clenched and her arms crossed in front of her body. She knew she was showing herself but couldn’t stop herself. “You just what?”

“I pushed her off the bed.” You admitted, covering your face in your hands and letting out an embarrassed laugh. Not to your surprise, Ellie was laughing too, a big hearty laugh that came from her chest. If you weren’t so embarrassed you would be basking in the sound, your heart leaping out of your chest and into hers. Instead, your face remained hidden by your hands as you shook your head. 

“Hey, Petal,” Ellie managed to get out in between laughs, reaching for your wrist and pulling them from your face, “Let me see that face.” 

You dramatically pouted, causing her cheeks to redden and grow with the grin she was giving you. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, alright? Hey, if I was dating someone that boring I would push her off me too.” 

Ellie watched as the smile came back to her face and you playfully rolled your eyes. 

“She’s not boring.” You reminded her.

“And you’re back.” Ellie teased, rubbing the inside of your wrists with her palm. 

“Maybe I need another lesson,” You whispered, eyes not leaving hers, “Maybe I’m just not good enough yet.” Something dark flashed over her eyes before she gently tugged your wrists towards her, causing you to lean over on your knees, ass in the air. 

“Are you sure you need another lesson?” She whispered, bringing her face close to yours. “Or do you just want me to be the one to fuck you?”

Your tongue caught in your throat, mouth going dry as you looked down at her lips. 

“Just a lesson, Ellie.” You gulped. “I’m dating her.”

“Yeah, but you’re fucking me.” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss at the side of your lips, causing your eyelids to flutter shut and for you to hum. “Just admit what we both already know. I’m the only one you can get wet for.”

“Yeah, but that could change. You’re my frie-” She cut you off by releasing your hands from her grasp, causing you to fall forward into her. In one swift motion, her hands caught your face, bringing you up to her lips to kiss you. It was messy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. Her knee came up in between your legs, pushing you forward, causing a groan to fall from your lips into Ellie’s. 

She sucked on your bottom lip, one hand leaving your face to pull you on top of her by your waist. You sat with your legs on both sides of Ellie’s thigh, humming when her lips made their way to your neck. Carefully, she sucked over the purple mark left by Malia in an attempt to cover it up with her own. Your hand grabbed onto the back of her hand shoving her into the crook of your neck, letting a “Fuck, Ellie,” fall straight from your lips.

Pulling back from you she examined her work, content with the dark and larger bruising caused by her. Her eyes traveled back to your face, smiling at your swollen bottom lip and sweat beading on your forehead. Her chest was rising and falling dramatically, mirroring yours. 

“I’ll give you another lesson,” she panted, lifting the thigh you were sitting on, causing you to stifle back a moan. “Oh, fuck..I’ll teach you how to ride. How to fuck yourself against my leg. That sound okay?”

“Mhm,” you responded, eyes glassy and anticipation stirring inside you. Both of her hands were placed at your waist firmly as she slowly moved you forward. 

“What you have to do is,” She began, looking down to where you sat down on her. In the heat of the moment, neither of you had realized that you were dripping onto the skin of her thigh, straight through your panties. “Fuck, is this from that alone?” 

When you nodded, Ellie blushed leaning forward to press a kiss on your cheek, hands still on your waist. “You really are touch starved, Petal.” She pressed another kiss on your neck, making you whimper and her grip tighten. 

“You just have to rock your hips back and forth,” Her hands fell down to your waist, guiding you to rock back and forth against her. “Slowly, okay?” Nodding, you began rocking back and forth, eyes closing as you whimpered each time your clothed cunt made contact with her thigh. 

“I think you could cum off of this alone.” She cooed continuing to guide your hips and giving you a gentle kiss on your jaw each time you made a noise. She was conditioning you to moan for her. “Don’t you think so?” Another kiss, another moan, another kiss. 

“You can pick up the pace now, Petal.” You quickened your movements, rocking back and forth at a faster pace. Ellie brought her thigh up and pushed your hips down with her hands. She was pressing you into her, causing you to throw your head back and let out a volatile moan. She used one of her hands to catch the back of your head and pull you close to her. 

Your movements began to get more jagged as you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach rise again. Her breath was shaky, her own cunt dripping at the sight of you. Your knee had begun to press into her through her clothes, causing her to let out her own moan. From the sound alone you were about to come.

“Come with me, come with me, fuck,” Her breath was jagged and breathy, but her grip on you never wavered. “Come with me, baby, fuck.” 

That was all it took for you before you were screaming her name and collapsing into her, her own moan coming out much quieter than yours, and in short breaths.  Your hands rested on her shoulder, as your head hung low and you crawled off of her. With deep breaths, you leaned back against the headboard, almost ashamed to look at her. 

“Was that okay?” Your voice was small, unsure of itself. 

“Yeah, yeah, that was uhm-” She turned to look at you and gave you an exhausted smile. “That was good. You did good. A+ for you.” You both let out exhausted laughs.

After she got you cleaned up, and you didn’t mention the fact that you were going on another date with Malia, you both fell asleep silently in her bed. Again, she pretended it hadn’t happened and turned off the side table lamp as she watched you pretend to sleep.

ai audios:

[mattslolita]

lunchbox friends - n. sturniolo ( 001. )

in which ... they meet at a melanie martinez concert and become best friends. ( platonic!nick & platonic!black!fem reader )

warnings ; cussings, mentions of vape, mostly fluff!

"𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊�� 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

nervousness flooded your body as you walked up towards the venue to see your favorite singer — melanie martinez.

since 2017 when you first began listening to her, she's resonated with you deeply. her lyrics which spoke poetry about real life situations, and how her song titles were innocent but the song went deeper — the cry baby album would always be your favorite and hold a special place in your heart, but when melanie dropped portals you literally had it on repeat since that day. it's safe to say nymphology was your favorite song.

unfortunately, you didn't have many friends that listened to her on the level you did, so it resulted in you not having anyone to go with. your anxiety increased due to this, because you didn't particularly like going places alone.

your hands adjusted the bands on your wrist then you smoothed your earth green long skirt from your outfit in confidence — the line was finally starting to move as you could see the arena ahead of you, causing your nerves to cease slightly as you realized you'd be breathing the same air as your favorite singer in some minutes.

when you reached the front row just behind the barricade, you found yourself next to people already — your excited nerves flowed through your veins as you looked up at the stage in anticipation.

"oh my gosh, i love your outfit!" a male's voice says from beside you, prompting you to turn to the source.

he was brunette and taller than you, a nose ring that complimented his face nicely — the kind smile on his face caused you to smile at him.

"thank you!" you said to him, your eyes traveling down to his shoes and your smile widened, "i love your shoes so much."

"thank you," he says back to you, "i really liked this whole outfit, i devoured honestly."

"period, you did that!" you giggled at him, both of you sharing another laugh with one another.

"i'm nick, by the way," he tells you, holding his hand out for you to shake.

you look at him like he's crazy before pulling him in for a hug. "i'm y/n! it's nice to meet you."

"i'm kinda nervous, this is my first concert alone," nick tells you, and you nod knowingly, "my brothers aren't really into melanie so i didn't pressure them into coming with me."

"i'm an only child, i wished i could've had siblings to come here with me," you tell nick, and he grins.

"we should definitely hang out after this, then," nick suggests, and your eyes light up and snap your fingers at him in agreeance.

"yo brothers are finna be sick of us with the way i'm gonna blast melanie all the time," you giggle, causing nick to laugh along with you.

right off the bat, you know nick matched your energy really well — he was exactly what you looked for in a friend, and it was like a breath of fresh air when all that surrounded you in the past was toxicity.

suddenly the lights dimmed, causing both you and nick to share a grin as you clamp onto his wrist excitedly — a beautiful, earthy escape came on the screen and your eyes wandered around it as you marveled at the pretty mushrooms and butterflies that littered the scenery.

"bitch oh my gosh," nick gasps quietly, tugging on your arm to capture your attention, "she's here."

"oh my fucking word."

low and behold, melanie emerges from the stage causing everyone including both you and nick to go wild upon seeing her — alot of people shamed her for the prosthetics she wore, but you thought it was one of the most creative and bravest things she'd ever pulled off. it was definitely different, but that's why you loved her so much — she never limited her creativity, always going outside of the box. and she ate every time.

"MELANIE, I LOVE YOU!" you yelled, cupping your hands around your mouth as she lets out a giggle into the microphone.

"la, how are you guys tonight?" melanie announces, and the crowd immediately whoops and hollers for her.

"girl, cause what do you mean we're breathing the same air as her right now?" nick whispers to you, causing you to laugh as he holds his phone up towards her to capture the moment.

you follow suit, also discreetly taking a few pictures of both you and nick together ( mostly of you freaking out ), before the first song comes on, her dancers coming out as well — death.

an excited squeal comes from your mouth as you and nick are now both recording each other singing along to the song silently.

"when you aren't around," you narrate with your hands, recording you and nick, "i sink into the ground. i try to pretend i'm closer to you!"

"never understand it, you're always on my mind, i cannot help it," nick sings along with you, the both of you watching as melanie and her dancers perform in front of you.

as your favorite part draws closer, you find yourself beginning to dance, feeling this song so badly as you and nick continue singing with melanie.

"BACK FROM THE DEAD, BACK FROM THE DEAD!" you both sing, holding each other's hand as you sing, "I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD, BACK FROM THE DEAD!"

you're hyping each other up at this point and you're pretty sure there's other people giving you both crazy looks, but you could care less as you're both relishing in the amazing time you're having.

pretty soon your favorite song starts playing, and you squeal at nick in excitement as you grab his shoulder. "bitch, this is my song! i'm gonna teach you to shake ass to this one!"

"bitch i'm so excited, don't fucking play with me!" nick yells back to you.

"CALL ME YOUR NYMPH, PRAISE ME FOR MARTYR, PRAISE ME FOR SIN!" you both sing to each other, "CALL ME YOUR MUSE, A SPRITE OR AN ELF THAT YOU CRY TO AND USE!"

"i will not suffer, cry under covers," melanie sings into the microphone, swaying along and you feel yourself about to get crazy, "i'm not your mother, oh oh, oh oh-"

"IT'S NYMPHOLOGY, NOT PSYCHOLOGY!" you and nick scream, and you begin throwing it back slightly, causing nick to hype you up as he records you, "BE THE MANIC PIXIE DREAM GIRL BITCH YOU FUCKING OUTTA BE!"

"damaged audity, bought by sotheby's!" melanie sings, dancing on the stage causing you and nick to cling onto each other, "auctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he's the prophecy!"

"you can't even spell that you're an expert in nymphology!" nick sings as he records melanie.

he remains blissfully unaware as you quickly open your small purse and duck your head to take a quick hit from your peach mango watermelon elfbar, blowing the smoke downwards so that nobody could notice you.

"girl let me hit that real quick," nick whispers to you and your eyes widen before you giggle and pass it to him, watching as he ducks down the same way you did to take a hit.

the rest of the concert was magical — you couldn't believe the energy that melanie produced and the amazing show that she performed, and the newest friendship that you made. even the smallest moments like when melanie giggled into the mic again whilst singing moon cycle, or the way nick gave you water when he noticed that you were running out of breath meant, that meant the most to you.

when the concert was over, you and nick were still attached at the hip as you both gushed nonstop about your favorite singer and her abilities to make this one of the best nights you've ever had.

when you both exited the venue, you two were so engaged in conversation that you almost didn't notice a group of three girls slowly approaching the both of you.

"hi, i don't mean to interrupt you guys," a brunette girl said shyly, messing with a bracelet on her wrist as she and her friends smiled at you both, "i love you guys' videos nick, and you're one of the most gorgeous girls ever."

"thank you!" both you and nick smiled at the same time, causing the girls to giggle.

"i was wondering if i could get a picture with you both?" she asked, looking between the both of you.

"are you okay with that, y/n?" nick asks you, and you beam at the girl with a nod.

"did you guys wanna be in it too?" you asked her friends sweetly, both of them nodding with shy smiles.

the brunette girl gets in the middle as you and nick gather around her, one friend next to nick whilst the other stands on the other side of you — you smile into the camera as the girl quickly snaps three photos, and your heart could melt at the way she gushed in admiration.

"thank you guys so much!" she said to the both of you, "have a great night!"

"you too, love!" nick tells her, and you wave to them kindly.

"videos?" you querie nick with a smile, "what kind of videos do you make?"

"me and my brothers have a youtube channel together, we do vlogs and car videos," nick explains, and you nod in intrigue. "this is actually one of the first nights where i get to relax and have fun like this, honestly."

"i love that for you, then," you tell nick, then you wriggle your eyebrows with a grin, "and i would love even more to meet these brothers of yours."

nick rolls his eyes at this playfully. "girl, they're gonna wanna steal you from me!"

"that's not finna happen, cause you were gang before they were!" you tell him.

"do you live in la by any chance?" nick asks you.

"i do!" you smile, pulling your phone out and going to contacts, "give me your number and shit so we can text each other!"

"we need to plan to hang out again, too!" nick adds, as he puts his number into your phone.

"lemme call an uber before it gets too late," you pout slightly, not yet wanting to stop talking to nick. "it was so amazing meeting you, nick!"

"girl, it was great meeting you too!" nick smiles.

you bring him in for yet another hug, then ask him various times if he had a ride home to make sure he was safe — after finally reassuring you, your uber had pulled up not long after and with one final hug to nick for the night, you hop inside, waving him goodbye.

when you got home, the first thing you did was turn on the heater since it was cold in your house.

you slipped your sandals off and put your purse on the foot of your bed, going into your bathroom to wash off your makeup. a text from nick caused you to grin as you got your makeup wipes and began with the blush on your face.

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

girl tell me why i accidentally sent one of the videos to my brother and he IMMEDIATELY asked for your instagram👀

twinn🤞💜

nick😭😭😭😭

is he cute tho ?🤣

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

🙄 y'all haven't even met yet and it's already starting

i'm disappointed.

twinn🤞💜

BYEEE

no but don't give him my gram yet, i wanna meet in person😝

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

do you wanna come over sometime next weekend ?

we can go out to eat somewhere then come back and hang out!

twinn🤞💜

absolutelyyyy !

i'm so down & i'll text you to let you know !

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

goodnight girl❤

twinn🤞💜

goodnight stinkaa😘

twinflame❤‍🔥💋 liked this message!

you exited out of your messages with a content smile, finding yourself extremely excited for the next time you both would hang out. you could tell this friendship would be a good one, and you were hoping it was better than the type of friends you had in the past.

( lilly's section 💌 )

cause this been in my drafts for TOO long, & i love my fav so yk i had to make a best friends series for him😝 for my twinnie @thenickgirl happy early birthday to us🤭.

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[soulwrencher]

hate my guts, of course you do

pairing: ex!ellie x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol, drugs, toxic relationship kinda, mentions of nsfw but nothing happens v sorry guys, also forgot to mention curse words idk how warnings work, sorta proof read? :)

word count: 1,4k

summary: it's been months since you broke up, but today out of all days, your ex ellie calls you and leaves a message, asking you to come and you do come over for... closure of course.

"Shit..." Ellie groans low, her body leaned against the door frame. You can't help but notice her well defined arm and shoulder muscles, but you need to focus, this is not what you're here for.

"You called me?" You try to sound calm, collected even, but your eyes won't stop wandering. Just once you tell yourself, the other is too drunk to notice anyway.

Her green eyes and her cold gaze, you miss how her eyes softened when she laid them upon you. You miss the way it felt when she kissed you ever so slowly, knowing that it made you crazy and leaving you ache for more. For god's sake, how were you going to focus on talking to her when she has a black tank top on? You're head is starting to spin, you're still standing in front of Ellie's open door.

"Let's sit down..." You suggest, while Ellie hasn't said a single word this entire time since you arrived. The light is dimmed, liquor standing on her low table, her bed unmade.

Still, you missed Ellie's scent. She still uses that body lotion you bought her because you convinced her it would do her tattoos good.

Sweet orange and cedar wood.

After nostalgia, realisation always hits the hardest. You sit down on her bed, Ellie sits down beside you, her body sinking heavy.

Legs spread far apart, her forearms rest on top of her lap. Ellie hasn't dared to glance at you once this whole time, and 15 minutes have passed already in complete silence. She then sighs and throws her head back with her eyes, barely open, glued to the ceiling.

"Fuck this, I thought maybe callin' you up would fix things right now," she says, words slurred, but the way she expresses herself is long engraved within yourself. You look to the left, there where she sits. Inhaling sharply, you observe Ellie fiddling with her hands. This is bad.

"Ellie, I had things to take care of," the words leave your lips with a bitter taste. You just couldn't tell Ellie that she was not capable of dealing, no, not even listening to your problems and you tried so often.

"What things?" she asks, still not looking at you.

"I have a lot on my mind, I don't think..." You stop yourself. Ellie is long gone, she won't be able to comprehend this, you will just waste your energy.

It took Ellie a few seconds, but suddenly her body shifts towards you. Her eyes look for yours as they fill with something you can't recognise yet.

"No, not this again," she says under her breath. You're confused and Ellie picks it up, you didn't expect her to be this attentive.

"Things are so different now, you should see me now, you just stopped talking to me," she says, her voice full of fury and hurt.

"Fuck, you didn't even give me a chance," she mutters. A sudden wave of guilt overcame you and your narrative of what happened between the two of you starts to waver. But before you could even start questioning what you believed this whole time, you feel Ellie's presence distancing. In surprise, you look up, your eyes following her closely. You watch her approach the kitchen counter, her back facing you. She towers over the kitchen sink, her arms slightly angled. You can hear her take deep breaths as she turns around, you're no longer facing her back.

Now it's you and her, a few meters apart, face to face. Ellie is leaned back against the sink while her arms are crossed.

You've never seen her eyes this cold, this hurt before. She tilts her head slightly, observing you, her eyes scanning you up and down.

"Listen," Ellie says.

You look up, obviously shaken and when did Ellie sober up? Too many questions, too many thoughts, you're overwhelmed by this whole situation.

"Only once in this whole fucking relationship you decided to open up, okay?" Her eyes are shut closely, she seems to be in pain. And yes, she is in fact, in a lot of pain. Ellie's head started to ache a few hours ago, she didn't have any medicine left so she decided to go to sleep but couldn't after all. And to top it off, Ellie started thinking of you, what else was she supposed to do? Not drunk call her ex?

"And when you did, we both were fucking high," she continues, her voice still dangerously low. You can't move, you feel like you've been chained to the bed you are sitting on. That's when you realise, maybe, but just maybe she is right. But you don't want to believe that you're in the wrong, you hate admitting that you're wrong and unreasonable.

"Shit, and I even asked you if you left because of that night..." her words start to waver. This is when you decide that you're no longer an inanimate object, but in fact a living person. You stand up and walk up towards Ellie. Not close, but probably too close for exes. You've been silent this whole time because, and god you hate to admit this, Ellie was right. The only time you did open up was when the two of you were high and she said things you totally did not want to hear. And so you decided to tell your friends, never the whole story though and they all told you that you deserve better, you should leave.

"Don't look at me like this," Ellie says while looking down at you. You're so close to her, you can smell the alcohol mixed with her scent. The way she talks makes you weak but again, this is not the time to feel this way.

"I don't even know why I came," You finally say, barely audible.

"Because you missed me," Ellie responds, her eyes finally softening, in a way they would only for you.

"I hate you, don't do this to me, please," You say as tears fill your eyes. Why were you so impressionable? But you were so sure you're friends were right, Ellie can't handle you. Your thoughts halt for a moment as you feel Ellie's hand palms cup your face, her thumbs resting on your cheeks. You make eye contact, her eyes carefully watching you.

"How often do I need to tell you that I am there for you, I am here, never going anywhere," she whispers. When did the distance close between the two of you? You can feel her chest against yours, while the dimmed light barely illuminates Ellie's face or yours.

"You have to stop looking at me with those eyes," You say, desperately trying to stand your ground. Ellie tilts her head, you can feel her breath on your neck.

"What eyes, love?" Ellie responds, her hands gliding over the sides of your body all the way down to your waist, keeping her hands there. Her hands hold you firmly, pulling you closer by your waist.

You know you should leave now, but your body just won't move, and your heart yearns to stay.

"Don't call me love," Is all you can think of, your hands on top of hers, trying to get her away from your body.

"Give me one more chance, let me prove myself, please." Ellie says, her hands tight on your waist and her voice in a low whisper. If the sexual tension wasn't so high you'd probably say no you tell yourself, your relationship won't be much more than mindless sex so it's okay, you won't get too attached.

"Sure, prove yourself then," You say half heartedly. Ellie places her hand on your lower back, the other makes its way back up to your face, cupping it again.

"I'm serious about you, just so you know," She whispers, not knowing that she just crashed your plans of never getting attached again. You look up to her, completely helpless, you will fall, and that very hard.

But the way you look at Ellie makes her melt, makes her want to protect you from this cruel world, she still couldn't understand how she let you go.

"Come here," Ellie says, you just nod in response while blinking back your tears. God, this will be hard. She puts her hand on the back of your head and lays you gently on her chest. You look to the side, out of the window, hoping that Ellie won't notice you crying. Ellie plants a kiss on your head while mumbling something along the lines 'we will be fine' into your hair.

a/n: this was inspired by 'things change' bryson tiller, took like three lines out of the song hahaha. stay tuned or smth edit: i did some proof reading also does anyone know that tiktok where ellie says 'what eyes dina?' damn i folded

[causenessus]

new grounds

part 0.6. TOXIC TRAIT . . . 1.5.2024

PLAYING IN THE CAFE . . . atomic vomit by steve lacy

it’s 10 o’clock. not in the afternoon, at night. she’s huddled in a corner next to keiji, the both of them leaning on each other and periodically dozing off and then shaking the other awake. 

kageyama is a few feet away from her on her right, playing with his hands as they wait for their manager who is late as per usual.

yachi is a little more energetic, sitting a chair’s distance away on keiji’s side, swinging her feet as she scrolls on her phone. she giggles at something which draws all of their attention.

“akaashi,” she says, turning towards him. “do you want to tell me about this condom thing?”

“oh god,” keiji removed his arm from around y/n’s shoulder to cover his face with his hands. 

y/n laughs as she sits upright in her chair, it had only happened a few days before, but it felt like forever ago.

“what more is there to say? keiji’s tweet summed it up pretty good,” she answers and keiji groans at the thought.

kageyama tries his best not to look as he listens. his phone is buzzing with texts from a group chat. his friends are trying to encourage him to talk to her after he told them she was here. but he can’t. instead, he’s on google researching condoms and microphones, something he never thought he’d be doing. ever.

then a bell chimes as the door opens and their manager walks in, a small corduroy bag around her shoulders over a white puffer jacket. 

“happy holidays, sorry i’m late,” she slings off her bag as she talks.

everything is pointless here. they’re all pretending to listen to her as if they respect her and she’s pretending like she actually does her job. but maybe that’s all his opinion.

“this last year was pretty good. we lost some people but you’re all new additions and you’ve been handling this great. i help out when i need to, i accommodate when you guys need some days off…” it was slowly transitioning into statements about her, which she realized and quickly cleared her throat, pulling out a folder. “the only things i can say is you all need to do better about getting to work on time and calling out. if you’re all gonna call out one day at least tell me a day ahead or something. it’s not like i can stop you guys from doing it, just don’t make it a habit,” she sighs, running a hand through her hair. “i think that was all, if you guys can hang out here for 20 minutes more, we’ll all get paid extra. everything’s free today for you guys, so if you want anything just let me know and i’ll make it for you.”

y/n settles back down into her chair with a steaming chai latte, curling back up against keiji, whose sipping on a brewed green tea. yachi is happy with a hot chocolate, and kageyama has a mug of warm milk in his hand.

none of them want caffeine right now, it’s too late. they all just want to go home but they aren’t going to miss out on being paid just for sitting around.

but something bothers her about the fact that kageyama’s been on his phone this whole time. he keeps texting someone, she assumes, and for some reason that sits wrong with her. she wants to know what’s going through his head and who he’s talking to. a part of her wishes he would look at her, or ask how she’s doing.

maybe that’s asking for too much, it sounds comedic just thinking about it. he’s never talked to her more than he needed to. he’s never been one to say “how are you?” but maybe after her havoc on twitter, she thought he’d be more interested.

he's unlike anyone she's ever met, and maybe that's what makes her care so much. she's never cared so much about what anyone thought, or in garnering a simple look from them.

but he won't look at her and she can't predict how he's going to act, and she doesn't know how to handle that except by telling herself that she hates him.

“look at him,” y/n can’t help but whisper to the companion she’s leaning against, still facing towards the boy who’s mindlessly scrolling on his phone as he sips on his drink. “look at the state we’re in and he doesn’t even care. he hasn’t looked at us once.”

keiji raises his brows in surprise at her comment. what did it matter what he cared? but then he pieces it together.

“well, he’s seen me like this once at the beginning of the fall during our first show. but yachi’s right,” he gives her a sly smile as she tilts her head back, looking at him confused, “you really do care what he thinks.”

her face turns red at the thought and she immediately sits up, staring down into the swirling foam of her latte. “i do not,” she mumbles.

"i don't care," she whispers again. but she can't even bring herself to say it confidently.

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extras <3

kageyama literally knew y/n would be at the celebration because it was a mandatory and he had overheard her talking about in their psych class once to a classmate but he wasn't actually prepared

he immediately opened up his gc when she walked in and said "she's here" and the gc subsequently blew up

my boy was literally texting about yn the entire night but she thought he was just on his phone </3

the gc was trying so hard to get her to talk to him and he had the nerve to say things like "she looks busy" "she looks tired" "she's laying against akaashi right now"

which is when hinata with all the love in the world but not the brightness of someone intelligent said he should spill a drink on them so that she wouldn't be laying on him anymore (literally not said with any malice he's heard from bokuto how cool he is)

yams screamed no in the groupchat and outloud...because tsukki, hianta and him were all in the same room texting the groupchat in silence

other than that hinata was going off with the advice and giving kageyama all the reasons why he could talk to y/n

y/n keeps looking at akaashi because she wants to open her mouth and express how she really feels about kageyama (which would come up as a jumble of undiscernible words) but doesn't know what he'll say so then she looks away

yachi can't work on sunday because she's going to an art auction!! <3 how coincidental

(also my brain for some reason really wanted to write the written part in the present tense for absolutely no reason which i was trying to fight and then got confused so hopefully it still flows ok </4)

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[red-doll-face]

Snow Angel 8

Chapter 8: malicious Series Masterlist

low - medium honor Arthur Morgan x fem. Reader

Arthur has been living by himself, laying low (for real this time) somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. After the whole Pinkerton and Micah debacle, he has been hiding away, waiting for it all to blow over, occasionally getting letters from the people who still know that he’s alive. He’s been alone awhile and at first, he thought he could handle a little loneliness. He has been wrong before. Lucky for him, you look like the perfect thing to break up the monotony.

Warnings: dubious consent, low honor Arthur, darkish fic, a bit of naive reader. Reader has dated and period typical ideals, not very good ideas about men and marriage… if you want reader to be strong and a fighter… this is not for you sorry, I dont think i have anything to explicit here... WC: 3854 As promised, chapter 8 tonight idc what time it is i made a promise and its too late for this shit. fuck it we ball...I'm pretty happy with how this turned out i really hammered away at it until i got sick of reading it... watch out for meanie arthur 😈 Tags: no TB, weird but not that toxic relationship, Arthur being a grump lol

Your family meets Arthur.

The sunlight is a pale yellow on the dusty canvas of his tent. The world is a pretty color, deep browns of fur and cream colored fabric. You rub your eyes, not putting much together just yet. You try to wipe away the sleep that clings to you. You’re alone in the tent, not as warm as you usually are with the unfairly warm blooded man that is typically at your side. You suppose that it is more that he keeps you at his side. You turn over and lay on his bed roll a bit longer, lazing about in the chill of the morning air. You enjoy the smell of him; leather and gun oil, coffee perhaps and bitter tobacco, more than you want to admit. You nearly fall asleep again, listening to the sound of Arthur getting ready to be on the road again. 

The flap of the tent is parted by Arthur's hand, porting his leather gloves again. It's bright and cold all at once. 

“Hey, sunshine. How’s my girl this mornin’,” He has a smile under his hat, he’s crouching to look inside the tent while you sit up, supporting yourself on unsteady arms. He has a soft, endearing look when he watches you try to organize your hair, rub your face. 

“I’m ok…Is it very early? How long have you been awake?” 

“Nah, about eleven now, should get goin’, looks like those clouds are comin’ back. Been up awhile,” He has a hand out to help you up and out of his tent. Then he’s helping put your arms through the sleeves of the coat he gave you, sagging a bit, made for his broad frame. This act is so gentlemanly, so strangely kind for a man like him. Jaded, guarded, and gruff. His hands smooth down your arms, so big on you, making you bite your lip. He looks down at you, the neutral line of his mouth quirks up at the sides, over his rugged features. Unable to meet his expression, you tilt your head, looking away. Something warm and sweet pools in your chest. 

You can’t help the small smile which breaks your usual overhanging worry and overwhelmed bewilderedness you carry around now, ever since you’ve been with Arthur. His certainty helps you cling to some semblance of stability. But really, you’re not sure about anything. It doesn't matter what you are though, it matters more that Arthur gets what he wants. 

You nod, he was right when he said it wasn't so early. The sun had come for a day but was certainly on its way out now. Yellow light still casts a green glow through the trees for now but soon it would be all dusky tones and colors, a monotone repetition of winter. You would miss the light but you weren't unused to the gray and the fog. The sun had brought a small levity to your journey with Arthur but now it was back to the gloom, returning to your anxious state, waiting impatiently to see your family.

Arthur has a small fire going and you come and help prepare food while he tears down the rest of the camp. You are cleaned up and fed in not so long. Lucky has a breakfast of carrots and some oatcakes Arthur has hesitantly offered, patting at Lucky's side, your horse shifting his feathered legs. 

You're back on the road in not much time at all, by noon at least and the sky is almost completely obscured by the hampering weather. You fear it might rain soon or even begin to snow as Arthur drives the cart further. He's even more nervous than yesterday, more antsy. He doesn't reach for his cigarettes and you don't give him one, too busy feeling unnerved yourself. Instead his hands fidget, gripping the leather of the reins, scratching absentmindedly at his face, sighing and rolling his shoulders out. Something is weighing on him, like he’s mulling over what’s going to happen next.

“Why are you- why are we going to see my parents?” You ask, brittle, quiet as the winter around you. Still, you speak over the wagon wheels rolling over the earth.

“That’s what you want. Ain’t no other reason,” His answer is clipped. You can tell it isn’t the whole truth.

He turns to you and huffs at your face, disbelief etched into the tilt of your head, the furrow of your brow. 

“I don’t like loose ends. I ain’t one to leave them lyin’ around. I can’t afford to have people sniffin’ around right now. Not ever.” 

“Sniffing around? I don’t understand. Is this about the robbing thing? Are you an outlaw?” You ask, an incredulous tone to your voice. 

He gives you a look out of the corner of his eye before he shifts his halfhearted focus back to the dirt road. “No.” It seems you’ve touched a nerve of his. You will pester him about it later, perhaps when he’s more in the mood to withstand some of your more brazen behaviors. For now, at least your back and forth has distracted you enough that you almost rode past the path that breaks off to your home. 

You sigh and guide him down the small road to your family cabin. You pick at your nails but stop when Arthur puts his hand over yours, squeezing just enough to make you sigh and stow your hands in the coat he gave you. 

You can see the wooden cabin through the trees, chickens clucking in the yard and the bare vegetable patch is frozen over for the winter, some pelts your father left to dry are hanging from the porch roof. It's humble and quaint, a little broken down from too long without repairs but it's sturdy and strong.

Your father peeks out of the gingham curtain your mother put up before rushing outside. You jump down and are surprised that he has such a large hug for you, a laugh. Your mother runs out as well. They're gathering you between them, gasping your name. You nod, throat tightening with emotion. With which emotion, you don’t know entirely. You're up to your neck in nerves. But there's happiness in seeing your parents. Knowing that they can learn of where you’ll be going. You remember what Arthur said about chaining you to his bed. They’d never know what happened to you if he held such a desire as that. 

“What happened to you?! Are you hurt?” You shake your head while your mother looks you over, searching for some grave injury. 

“Who’s this?”Arthur leans against the cart, holding his belt. He pushes off. You think of all that has happened so far. But you obey Arthur’s wishes, that you will convince your parents that this man saved your life and has fallen in love with you in three days, that he wished for your hand in marriage. 

“He… He saved me, I- he saved my life,” You swallow. It really is the truth, you most likely would have frozen to death without Arthur’s hospitality. Arthur seems apprehensive of this situation, as if waiting for some terrible event to transpire. But you know your father and the clap on Arthur’s back takes only him by surprise. He's grabbing Arthur's hand and shaking it. 

“Please, come inside,” He’s motioning for everyone to join. You come inside to your grandmother sitting by the fire. She tosses a lazy look over her shoulder. You come to her side but she seems to waver. 

“Is she ok?” You reach for her hand but she’s been like this for a while, fading from the world while staying in it. 

“Yes, she's just fine. Did you ever make it to the doctor?” The question seems to pester Arthur but he’s distracted by your father asking for his name. 

“Arthur… Arthur Morgan,” He’s looking to you for some sort of direction but you're not sure what to offer him. He lets an easy grin slip over his features while he shakes your fathers hand. You can tell it’s a bit strained. 

“No, I got lost,” you say, feeling incompetent and childish as always. You grip your hands, fidgeting. Looking up with your face tilted downwards, you look at the man who stands in your family room, looking out of place. He seems to notice, trying to bring his high and wide shoulders down a little, keeping his limbs close. Perhaps to seem smaller than he is. He bows his head a little, hiding his eyes beneath the shadow cast by the hat he wears. “Arthur let me into his home,” 

The look he gives you with his blazing blue eyes is not one you’ve seen on him before. A sort of satisfied pride, different from his normal smug expression. His hands hold one another as he stands tall and strong. You bring your gaze to the fire. 

“Well, I’m glad he was there, couldn’t have you frozen to death out there,” both of your parents give him appreciative simpers. 

Every comment they make acting as if it wasn’t at their insistence you went out irks Arthur. You can tell by the way he lowers his hat over his eyes again, a small sneer pulling at his lip. You just nod. Your parents stand unaware, watching the two of you, the way you stand closer to Arthur than to them when they let you. Your mother gives you an odd look and you shrug slightly. 

Your pa motions for all of you to sit in front of the fire in some wooden chairs while your grandmother shuffles to her day bed, your mother at her side to help her. You sit next to Arthur, his heavy footsteps have his spurs jingling until he sets himself down, creaking the chair. His place at your side doesn’t go unnoticed by your father who raises his brow. Your Ma joins all of you, next to your father. 

“I went looking for you, you know, couldn’t get through the snow,” your father looks happy to see you. You smile lightly. You’re unsure what to say. 

“Thank you again for letting her stay with you, Mr. Morgan,” your mother snaps upwards. “Would you like something to eat, drink?” 

“No, ma’am, I’m- uh I’m fine,” you’re surprised he seems so unadjusted. He could shoot a man with ease but can’t speak to your mother the way he cockily talks to you. You suppose it would be much too strange for him to do so while playing perfect suitor.

She sits down again. Your father has his pipe on the table which he stuffs with tobacco. He has it lit in a second or two and he puffs smoke. 

“So, what’s going on that you came with a cart on Lucky? You certainly didn’t have one when you left,” Your father asks point blank. He doesn’t mind the sudden change of tone. It makes your stomach roil. You had hoped you wouldn’t have to talk about it so soon, but your father makes quick work of getting down to brass tacks. You turn to Arthur. He looks at you with sureness in his features, strong jaw set and big hands clenched over his thighs. You don’t know what he’s going to say. 

“I intend on marryin’ your daughter,” his words are blunt and stun your parents. He matches your fathers matter-of-fact way of speaking. Your parents stare between the both of you oddly. Obviously, perhaps not expecting this turn of events. A woman as young as you bringing a man around, having been unaccompanied for three days now. Then your father removes the pipe from his lip. 

“I don’t see why not,” he nods easily, as if deciding between jumping off a cliff or walking away. You’re shocked he would agree so readily. Hardly a decision or a deliberation. Your mother looks to your father, questioning him. “You saved her life, after all,” the way he words it makes it sound like by saving you, Arthur is entitled to you. 

“Dear, isn't he a bit…she… she’s quite young,” Your mother puts up some brief resistance. You look at Arthur, whose brows crinkle slightly. You know Arthur is much older than you, more experienced in things of the world. But you had never thought too much about it, hadn’t even asked how old he was. What did it matter when he was taking you to bed, when he had you in his home? What bearing does it have on anything? You doubt Arthur would have been persuaded to leave you well enough alone should you have pointed out how much older he was. If anything, he would derive pleasure from such a comment. 

You don’t mind his age much, really, you hadn’t even particularly noticed it too much. Not having much experience with men makes Arthur the baseline, the default. Younger men could have been different but you wouldn’t know anything about it. Arthur is all you have in that aspect. You look at the weathered lines over his features, the lines at the corners of his eyes, the freckles from staying in the sun too long, scars and the small dip of his flesh just over his cheeks. You didn’t think any of him as ugly. Only rugged, sturdy. You had come to like how he looked, how in charge of himself he was. He had a strong jaw and brow and an even more distinctive profile. There is only certainty in his eyes, only his usual prideful stare. 

“If Arthur cares for her, would care for her, isn't that quite enough? She won't be young forever, ” Your Pa’s dated ideals are at the forefront of this conversation. You fumble with your fingers and pick at your nails. Arthur doesn’t stop you this time. You knew your father wasn't too traditional but he hasn't even thought to ask if you liked Arthur at all. Perhaps he assumed you did. How little he cares for your opinion does hurt you, makes your heart twist and your stomach ache. You hate that a part of you is happy that you’ll be with Arthur now. You’re conflicted, torn between shame, contentment, and sorrow. 

“Well, I guess I’m just a very lucky man,” You think he can tell by the way your face falls how crushed you are. Arthur’s deep voice resounds from beside you, you hadn't expected him to speak very much. When you look at him, he has a soft smile. His words do little to help but they still have an effect on you. It isn't the first time he's called himself lucky for having you but this time is more meaningful to you. It’s a somewhat private meaning he intends for you and only you. You let a small smile perk up your face. 

“I suppose, perhaps it is time for you to be your own woman, now,” your Ma nods solemnly. 

You’re not sure why this comes as a surprise to you. But it does. Arthur looks at you, the look on his face is unreadable. Maybe he knows how odd it is that your parents are so willing to leave you to him. Or perhaps he’s happy that his desire is about to be fulfilled. You guess he expected some sort of fight. Like he would prefer to fight for you, to solidify himself as the most important thing in your life. He’s already proven he can care for you so your father is calmly discussing the marriage with your ma. Their voices drown out in your ears, no longer assigning meaning to the sounds. You look at Arthur's hand, the way his fingers scrunch up and form a fist as he crosses his arms over his chest. A jittery exhale is all you have to add to the conversation.

Perhaps the other girl he had was worth the trouble her father had gone through to make sure she didn’t marry a man like Arthur. Your parents are just happy to see you married, maybe they consider you homely enough to be lucky to have anyone seeking your hand. An ugly reality but a likely one to you. Your focus is so much that you don’t notice that you're biting your tongue until it hurts, gripping your knees hard. All you want is to be away from here but that isn’t happening. 

It’s a strange air that settles over your family room. It’s only broken by your mother bidding you to your room so you can pack things away in a chest for you to take with you. She says the both of you should leave the men to talk. You rise and walk to your bedroom, too dazed to bother turning to Arthur.

Once you’re in your bedroom, your mother closes the door behind you. She pulls out the chest she used to keep old blankets in. She starts to pack away your clothes, your baubles from when you were a babe. A blanket from when you were just born. Your mind is in too many places at once. You pick up some books, trinkets your father made for you. The room is small, not much for you to bring with you. Just like Arthur said. You watch your life disappear into the wooden box, to be taken away so you could live it with Arthur.

“He seems like a good man. You’re lucky to find one like that, just by chance,” your mother speaks into the brittle quiet of the room. Arthur can be a good man, he has been a good man before. But you’re not sure that he is one. You simply nod along. 

“This isn’t happening because… because you’re with his child or some other such atrocity?” Her tone is clear. You think he spills all of his spend on your thighs or belly to avoid that outcome. There certainly was an atrocity, or at least she would think so but it won’t end in you being with his child. For now. Wasn’t that what every man wanted with a wife? Maybe Arthur didn’t want children but you had no way of knowing but to ask him. You can’t imagine yourself working up the nerve to ask him that. 

“No, he was very… proper with me,” you lie through your teeth. You’re trying not to laugh like a loon at how untrue that statement is. Trying to be convincing when usually you’re anything but. You wince privately, sensing your own awful lying, hoping you can fool your mother. 

“He doesn’t look the gentlemanly type but looks can be deceiving. I’ve not seen a gentleman but those guns are something. And that coat, he must be quite the hunter, even your father has never given you a coat like that,” She's excited to talk about him. Like he was a boy you liked, not a grown man to marry you. “He seems a bit old for you but it's not too uncommon, a man like him wanting a young wife,” 

“Yes, he was very nice,” your voice is flat and short as you fold your clothes away. You tuck the things too homely under the bed, perhaps your mother will find them later. Her voice floats over, making you freeze. Like the icy air has drifted in from a drafty window, it feels like the room drops several degrees.

“He did something to you, didn’t he?” you don't try to face her, biting your lip. Your hands scrunch into the fabric of the clothes you were folding. You always were a terrible liar. 

“No,” You finally decide to look at her, trying to keep your response simple, leaving no room for interpretation but it doesn't work the way you’d hoped. Her eyes focus on the bruised mark on your neck; you had completely forgotten about it. You slap your hand over it out of instinct but there’s no hiding the truth. 

“No, he didn’t, Ma, he didn’t,” you plead desperately. You can feel the tightness in your throat when you realize she doesn’t believe you. Her face drops, saddens deeply. Her eyes go dark and well with tears. Her jaw falls open as if to ask you what he did, to portray that she is curious but simultaneously would rather hear anything over what Arthur might have done with you. Done to you. You feel your lip tremble. Something within you shrivels in dread. Heat crawls up your body, feeling clammy and warm all at once. 

“Please, don’t, don’t tell Pa,” The pace of your heart picks up, standing up clumsily. Her hand comes to her mouth, shaking her head as tears drip down her face. “He could kill him, please,” You beg her and she refuses, rushing out. You go to stop her as she slams the door open to confront him. 

Try as you might, you can't reach her in time. She sees Arthur, stomping towards him. 

“What did you do to her?! You tell me-” Your father is confused, grabbing your mother. You’re an animal, frozen in the stare of a predator. You can see Arthur's face become severe, his glare fixed on you. His brows pinch and his mouth is set in a hard line. It’s the angriest you’ve ever seen him. His posture adjusts into something more threatening, readying his body for whatever comes next. His features pull into an unnaturally cool expression. Then he’s grabbing you, turning you quickly. Your back is pressed against his chest before you can protest, can even think of trying to run. 

His arm is iron over your chest and neck. You grab onto it as you lose your balance, relying on him to keep you upright. You gasp and scramble, going completely still when you hear the sound, the slide of metal on leather. His pearl handled revolver is leveled upward towards your family. The whole cabin goes quiet, your mother’s blustering screams and your father’s confused babbling falling like rocks into a lake. An eerie silence descends over you. 

All you can hear is the sting of the quiet and your own breathing, the smallest shift of Arthur’s boot scraping the wooden floor. “Arthur, please, no,” You whine, wiggling just a bit. The last thing you want is to provoke him into squeezing the trigger. His finger is pressed up against it, ready for anything. He bows his head to whisper a bone chilling ‘shh’ in your ear. It makes the smallest hairs of yours stand on end, your heart dropping into your gut. Terror keeps you stuck to him.

“Think you've gone and said too much already, darlin’” you can hear the mocking humor dripping from his words, the usually affectionate term for you has a sharp edge. His voice, so low and venomous, right in your ear makes you shiver. You swallow slowly, fear courses through your veins. Unwillingly, your thoughts float to Arthur holding his gun to that thief, his flippant manner of taking lives. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that whatever happens here doesn’t end in blood. 

OK! sorry for the cliffhanger but i couldnt say no to spicing things up, lol. evil arthur being a meanie 😈 arthur being a grumpy driver is everything to me, what i would do to wake up to arthur saying good morning sunshine to me.. 😳lh arthur or not hes a cornball LMAO lemme know what you guys think i would love to hear it 😳😭💖tysm for reading !!

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LMAOO THIS IS SO MUCH but alright since it’s my first request 😋!!!

The Other Woman.

cheater!zeke x afab!reader

long!, toxicity, cheating, profanity, pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy, angst.

Feb, 25.

you stood in the grocery store, searching for food that would last at least for the month. being low on budget, and having to provide for your unborn baby, you sighed to yourself. zeke apparently had some things to do while you went to the store, so that’s why he couldn’t go with you. you waited in line for the next person to move up so that you could finally pay for the things you needed after having them scanned.

“lovely day, isn’t it?” the cashier spoke to you with a nice smile. you slowly nodded and sucked in air through your teeth. “could be better, but every day is better than the last, right?” you softly laughed.

it was only your third month of being pregnant, you didn’t completely hate it. you loved your child, with all your heart. but you hated the feeling of going out, and having no one with you. all your friends are out and eventually just stopped talking to you ever since the pregnancy hit. ‘we’ll always be here for you.’ yeah that was some bullshit they said to you, only to help you feel better for that first week.

and as the day passes by, you finally made it where you couldn’t be bothered by anyone, other than your boyfriend, zeke. you’d been dating for a year or so, and it was real ruthless of you to get knocked up that quickly, but what else could you do? there’s no going back now. no type of going back that you’d wanna take the chances of.

“did you get the food for today? i told you i’d go out to get it later on after i came from running errands.” he said before standing up and planting a small kiss on your cheek. he’d just walked through the front door, and you’d already put everything where it needed to be. you slowly reached down and felt the small, but there, bump on your stomach. “you were taking too long, and i was hungry. both of us.” you glanced up at him while rubbing your stomach.

zeke hummed before turning to go to the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee. “well, still.” he said from the kitchen. you smiled a little to yourself, for whatever reason.

now it wouldn’t be a big problem to the average pregnant girlfriend. your boyfriend just wants to care for you and let you rest and blah blah blah, but the more you thought about it, ever since you got pregnant, zeke didn’t wanna go in public with you. and of course it sounded dumb when you scribbled all that into your mind three months later.

May, 29.

you stared at your, now medium visible belly as you lifted your shirt. it was another rainy day, and zeke still hadn’t come back from wherever he left from. he didn’t even tell you he was leaving, he just left before you even got out of the shower. and when he arrived, he brought you flowers. only to distract you from being mad at him.

you looked over to your room door as it opened, zeke coming in with a green and yellow bouquet of flowers. like every time he left without warning. you wouldn’t even bother to ask him where he was, if you hadn’t caught on to whatever he was doing.

“where have you been?” you ask nicely, not wanting to start anything too serious. “out, why? i got you flowers.” he smiled, pulling you into a soft hug. you kept your hands crossed as you smiled and nodded, awkwardly. “yeah… zeke, listen, i don’t want you to get mad at me but i feel like you’ve been going out way too much and-“

“way too much? what am i, y/n, a child?” zeke placed the flowers on the bed before taking off his tie to his suit and putting it on the vanity. “no, no, i’m not saying that. i’m saying, i feel like i should know where you are when you just up and leave like that. because sometimes i get worried, and it’s not really helping my stress levels.” i you say, sitting down on the end of your bed.

“you worry too much.”

you bit your lip softly and looked to the side. “it’s for a good reason… is…” you hesitate to say what’s on your mind. “is that why you’ve been going out more? to go in public, like… without having me around?-“

“gosh, y/n, you’re acting like a damn child. what has gotten into you? is it that baby inside of you making you act like that?” zeke chuckled and shook his head while changing clothes as he walked around the room. your eyes followed him. “i’m sorry that i’m worried for your safety, but i wanna make sure you’re not uncomfortable with being around me.” you frown and look at him.

“what makes you think i’m not? oh, just because i don’t wanna go out with you all the time, or because i don’t wanna be with you 25/8? shit, gimme a break. i’ve been working my ass off, and i don’t always need to be with you. we are a couple. i trust you and you trust me. i love you.” and that’s all he said before moving you over a little to lie down in bed, where he didn’t even say goodnight or give you a kiss, like he used to.

you looked at him for a moment before laying down in bed, closing your eyes. what else could you do?

Aug, 30

birth, your boyfriend, those two things didn’t match did they? no. because your boyfriend wasn’t there with you. he took you to the hospital, mikasa visited you, she was sitting on the couch that was in front of the hospital window, finally not smothering your newborn son. your baby was laying in another small baby bedding beside your bed.

your body hurt, and you could honestly barely move your legs. you sighed and didn’t dare look at your phone. he wasn’t there for the birth or the labor. he was just gone. “you sure you don’t want a burger or something?” mikasa asked you as she walked over to you. “you don’t have to sulk about zeke, be happy that your sons here.” she rubbed your hand as you nodded slowly, staring into space.

“mhm.” you hummed, barely listening to her. mikasa stared at you for a second before sighing. “i’m gonna go get you some food, you haven’t eaten in hours. i’ll be back, okay?” she gave you a forehead kiss before walking towards the door and leaving.

you bit your lip as your gaze moved over to your son. you haven’t even been able to pick a name for the little fella. because you didn’t have help from anyone, and you didn’t have any names on your mind. you smiled weakly at him, even though he was peacefully asleep. “i love you.” you whispered at him before looking down at your phone as it vibrated.

‘Zeke❤️’

you stared at the contact before exhaling and answering, ready to complain and confront the man about leaving you randomly.

“where are you? i’ve been trying to reach you for hours and you haven’t been answering the phone. you didn’t even get to see the birth of your-“

“excuse me, who is this?” a female voice said over the phone. your heart almost dropped to your stomach. “uh, who is this?” you squinted as if whoever she was, was right in front of you.

“zeke’s wife… why do you keep contacting my husband?” she asked over the phone before you heard zekes voice in the background.

“who is it, babe?” you heard faintly before hearing the cheering laughter of two seemingly toddlers, maybe one child. “daddy’s gonna get you!” you heard before hearing a child scream of laughter.

yeah, you could feel your heart break into ten different pieces, maybe add a few thousands. “some woman by the name of… y/n? that’s what it says in your phone.” you heard her say before it sounded like she put the phone on the counter. “are you still talking to that girl? i thought you said you were gonna stop talking to her and start the marriage with me again.” the woman said before you heard zeke smack his lips. “i love you, she’s… wait.” he said.

you heard someone pick up the phone and you didn’t even realize that tears were flooding your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. you sniffed as your lip twitched and your eyebrows furrowed. “y/n?-“

you hung up. you wanted to throw your phone, but even God knows that it’ll be a long time before you got a new one. you blocked his contact and put your phone beside you, slightly sitting up.

you tried to take a deep breath in to calm yourself down. bad decision. because when you did, that’s when you broke down. “oh my god…” you whispered through your sobs before looking at your son and trying your best to stay quiet. you shook your head slowly before putting it in your hands.

it was heartbreaking. really. how could you go two years and nine months without knowing that there was someone else?

that he loved the other woman, and didn’t care about you enough to love you.

sorry this took so long 😓 i have a couple requests and dk what to do BUT i’ll have the rest of y’all’s requests done, i promiseee!!

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“Mary Jane.”

Gojo satoru ~

Summary: Your best friend was a snake. She slept with your boyfriend at a party. Everything shattered when you saw them. Your heart broke, leaving you with hatered and resentment. But two can play that game. Didn't she know? Karma’s a bitch.

W/C : 2k+. READING TIME: 10 minutes.

Setting: Modern Au, Reader is in their 20’s.

Song inspo:The best I ever had (Limi)/ Birthday S*X (Jeremih)/Drunk in love (The weekends version)/What you need(the weekend.)

A/N: Happy kinktober. It’s been a minute. (I've returned just for this years kinktober) idk i’ve just been busy fr. I haven’t been writing at all 😭. But I was on tik tok right, and i saw this lil video abt a story. So yall know those reddit stories? Bro this story was fucking outrageous, i tell ya. So boom bro got cheated on by his gf and she slept w his best friend. I was like damnnnnn 💀 ain’t no way. So bro turned around n fcked his ex best friends sister. The crazy thing is HE RECORDED IT. AND HE SENT IT TO BRO. I got carried away w this one. (I was high asf.) But anyway please enjoy! My grammar might be fucked up i didn’t feel like prof reading. Mdni/ageless blogs you will be blocked. 17+.

Warnings: F/M relations,Jealousy, angst if you squint, friend dumping, lewd behavior, DRUGS & alcohol. (mary J) mentions of Ex, BJ’s, Male receiving, unprotected sex (I got a little nasty w this one)

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You sat there disappointed in your dry phone. It was like looking at a blank screen. The night was cold, dark, and quiet. Everything was different now that you cut off your toxic-ass best friend. Deleting all the pictures and videos of you two. All the happiness and laughter y’all had shared just for it to be ruined in a few hours. The incident only happened a few days ago.

You decide to scroll through your alt account’s Instagram feed hoping to see something interesting. Something interesting indeed popped up. A little green circle around your ex-best friend’s profile picture. “Curiosity killed the cat ya’know?”, It surely killed you as soon as you clicked it. She was with your Ex. Your face scrunched in disbelief. You couldn’t help but muster up a pitiful laugh. What was going through her goddamn mind? Did she know the alt belong to you? Was the random pinterest boy profile picture not convincing enough? You nearly tossed your phone to the ground you felt tears bubbling up in your eyes. You remember the whole thing like it was yesterday. The horrible things you said to each other. But one thing she said in particular stuck in your head. “You aren’t even together anymore! Why the fuck do you care Y/n?”, Those were the last words she said to you, the last words you needed to hear to leave her alone. It hurt you so much, the girl you known from middle school betrayed you.

It was late maybe around 11 pm. Your mind was filled with anger. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. You told her everything and she did the same. You two grew up together. When you introduced your boyfriend and best friend they hit it off. They were so cool with each other that it seemed like a dream come true. Having your best friend actually like your boyfriend was extremely rare to come by. Your dream came short-lived after you found them fucking in a bathroom at a party. It hurt so fucking bad. You clenched your shirt trying not to cry. That night broke you, you lost everything in 4 hours. All it took was a couple of shots and one blunt to have your whole world crash. In a fit of rage, you decided to go through her entire Instagram feed. Scrolling through every single post. In a recent post from earlier today, you saw a dump of her stepbrother. All of the pictures were silly, cute pictures of him. You couldn’t lie, he was fine as fuck. You saw her stepbrother a couple of times when y'all were younger, but god did puberty hit him good. He was tall and muscular with a sharp jawline. He has white hair and beautiful ocean-colored eyes. He had a couple of arm tattoos as well. You sat there trying to remember his name. You looked over the caption trying to find something leading to him, the caption read: “HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY @satoruxgxjo! I hope 19 treats you good lil, bro :).” That was his name! You finally remembered him. Satoru gojo, it was definitely moan-able. You DM’D him almost immediately.

(Y/n): “Hey! I saw your birthday was earlier and I wanted to wish you a happy 19th birthday!” You didn’t know what you expected him to say back to that. You didn’t know if you wanted him to immediately block you or text you back. Maybe if he blocked you would be able to move on and heal. But all you wanted was revenge. After two minutes you got a notification from Instagram. (satoruxgxjo): “Yo, I appreciate it. it’s been a minute. How have you been?” A smug smile arose on your face. You instantly texted him back. (Y/n): “I’ve been amazing. Recently I had just got some za from a friend and since it’s your birthday maybe we can roll up?” You watch as your text goes from Sent to Seen. Your heart immediately went faster.(satoruxgxjo): “Lmao? That was quick but sure. I don’t mind. Addy?” Your face was sinister. If he could see your face right here probably think twice about his current decision. You sent him your location, (Y/n): “I mean it’s not like we don’t know each other Saturo, just pull up :) We can catch up!”, You were so happy that this was gonna work out perfectly. (satoruxgxjo): “Who is Saturo? It’s Satoru* n I’m otw.” That happiness quickly faded into embarrassment. How could you forget his name already? You repeated it 10x to remember it, while repeating his name you quickly got up and rushed upstairs.

You dressed yourself in a loose shirt that hung off your shoulders, your chest was the only thing holding it up. Underneath you made sure to treat your guests to an easy reveal no bra and pink Victoria's Secret lace panties. Your hair was messy letting little strands of hair frame your face. You rushed downstairs to set everything up, you grabbed an open bottle of Hennessy and accompanied it with a jar of bud including a pack of Raw’s. Everything was set for the most part. You dimmed the lights and played some sensual music. You turned your TV on to some random Netflix show to make it seem casual. You soon turned your attention to the door as the doorbell rang. A wicked smile placed on your face, your hips swaying to the music. You opened the door and smiled at your victim—I mean visitor. “Heyy~.” Your voice filled with a welcoming tone. Luring him in like a fisherman. “Hey, Y/n.” He had a basic white shirt on, and his muscular body filled it out nicely. His lower half was hidden behind grey sweatpants, He had on white cross that were no longer white. His tall frame continued to tower over you. He sounded so nonchalant, but his blue eyes told a different story. He couldn’t stop looking at your bare shoulders. “Come in hun.” You moved out of his way and motioned him to the couch. The table caught his attention immediately. You made your way to the kitchen swaying to the beat of the music. “Henny? Whatcha got this for?” He picked up the bottle with an eager smile. “Why else Satoru?” You winked at him. Watching him open the bottle and pour himself a shot. “Well, Hopefully, it’s not for little ole me. God, you wouldn’t make such a silly mistake and give an underage boy Hennessy? Right?” He asked mocking you. A smug expression on his face. You couldn’t wait to wipe it off. “Oh of course not! I would never do such a disgraceful thing. But..I won’t tell if you won’t.” He threw his head back and he gulped down the shot of liquor. The burning sensation only made him crave it more. “You know I don’t kiss and tell.” He chuckled as he watched you sit down on the couch. He soon followed you and plopped down beside you. “You ever rolled before?” You looked at him as you picked up the grinder. “Nah, I’m more of a pipe or hookah person. Ya’know?” You giggled at him. He was falling into your trap without even knowing. “Lemme show you how to roll then.”. You took him through the basic steps. Letting your hands guide his. After a few attempts, he was able to get a good enough roll for a beginner. “And now ya gotta lick it.” You bent over his lap using his muscular arm to hold yourself up. You dragged your tongue over the paper making sure to seal it. You took the joint from him and began to light it. His eyes watched you dangerously. After a couple of pulls, you handed it back over to him. He pulled a heavy hit making him cough. You poured another shot for the both of you. Handing him a glass of liquor. “Oh? Is that for me? How kind.” Your hand sat between his thighs. “Of course.” He took the glass and knocked it back, and you followed his lead.

You weren’t slightly drunk nor were you high. But you couldn’t say the same for Satoru. He almost finished your bottle of Hennessy. His head was between your neck and shoulder. He was mumbling incoherent nonsense, you didn’t particularly care what he was babbling about. He was lying between your legs using your chest to keep him propped up. His hands rubbing your thigh, “Mm..please.” He mumbled desperately. “I told you not to drink too much Gojo. Now look at you.” You laughed as you rubbed his head. “.. I know. m’ sorry. Please y/n. Please.” You were confused you didn’t know what he was asking for to be quite frank. “You should get an Uber to take you home.” You nudged him to get off of you. He didn’t budge at all. His eyes looked up at you pleading with you. “I don’t wanna go. I wanna stay with you. lemme stay.” He was so whiny while he was drunk it was pissing you off. “Okay, you can stay.” He hummed softly in response. “upstairs?” You whispered in his ear, he nodded his head. You moved off the couch pulling him off with you. You walked him up the stairs to your bedroom. He was stumbling up the stairs you had to hold him up. Making it to your room in one piece was the hardest part. Opening the door his hands never left your body, If anything they became more needy. His fingers roamed around your back as he began to tug at your shirt.

You grabbed his hands telling him to stop. “I don’t know...if we should do this...I’m sure your sister wouldn’t like this.” You smiled as you pushed him on the bed. Of course, she wouldn’t like her brother sleeping with her ex-best friend. But that made it more exhilarating. Satoru groaned at your words. Bringing up what you and his sister had going on at a time like this was a low blow. “Don’t fuck with me Y/n. You’ve been touching me all night. Saying little shit to me. I’m ready now, and you’re gonna act like this?” You heard the frustration in his voice, looking down at his gray sweats pants you saw what else was frustrated. You laughed at him. “Oh look who’s mad at me. I’m just trying to respect you and your sister's relationship.” Your hands go under his shirt and rub his abs. He laughed as his arm covered his face. “Ah, so I understand why she called you a conniving bitch now.” Your smug face was quickly wiped with confusion. “Oh…Yeah? She gonna think I’m more than conniving after this.” You grabbed him by his hair pulling him closer. Your lips clashed against his, you could taste the intoxication on his tongue. The kiss became sloppy fairly quickly. His hands continued to roam over your back. He followed your lead not allowing your mouth to leave his. He yanked at your shirt, he wanted to pull it off of you. Sitting on his lap, you took off your shirt and tossed it to the side. His hands went up to cup your breasts. His fingers ran over your hardened nipples, his expression was darkened with lust. “So fckin pretty.” He sat up leaving kisses on your neck and chest. You assisted him in taking off his shirt and tossed it over to yours. Leaving kisses on his neck and slowly moving downward to his chest. Taking your precious time with him. He was so impatient, whining if you didn’t kiss him. You used your finger to trace his v-line teasing him enough to push him. You got up and slowly removed his sweatpants leaving him in his tight boxers. Licking your lips at the sight, it was a delectable sight indeed. Tracing the bulging print through his Ethikas. “Oh my god…” You stuttered in disbelief, this man was packing. Satoru felt you tugging his boxers, he lifted his hips and allowed you to yank them off of him. The cold air hit him drawing out a long sigh. Those blue eyes watching you with a dangerous glint, those eyes screaming out for you. “don’t play with me Y/n.” He whispered, almost as if he was begging you to make him feel something. You seated yourself between his thighs, looking at him with awe. Your hands running up and down his hardened dick. You gave him kitten licks on his tip, licking away any pre-cum. He growled at the teasing, “C'mon.” his hand caressingyour cheeks. You smiled as you quickly put your mouth around the tip and bobbed your head up and down.

His tip hits the back of your throat every time. Satoru’s hand pushed your head down so he could feel you deep-throat him, “Fuuucckk, just like that.” You pulled your head back with an angry expression. “Nobody likes a head pusher.”, You glared at him. “Nobody likes a fucking teaser.” He mumbled. You laughed at his audacity as if he was the one in control. You slipped off your underwear and climbed on top of him. Letting him slide in slowly, inch by inch. You threw your head backward, rolling your neck. Low moans escaped your mouth as you felt his hips grinning against yours. “Go faster.” His tone completely shifted from whiny and desperate to frustration. He wanted more, He needed more. It wasn’t enough for him. You looked so pretty going up and down on him. His eyes watched your body lift itself off of him and right back down. Your nails dug holes in his chest, “That fuckin’ hurts Y/n.” He gave you a sadistic smile as he dug his nails into your hips. You shrieked in pain. You could quite literally feel his nails penetrate your skin. That didn’t stop you though, you couldn’t care less about anything other than cumming. Your mind became foggy and filled with a certain haze. “Mm. Keep going. Dnt stop.”, Those words left Satoru’s mouth, his thrusts were sloppy and no longer had rhythm. His fingers found their way to your clit and played with you to make sure you came before him. Your moans filled the room as you were so close. You stopped as you finally reached the bliss you been begging for, panting heavily trying to regain the breath you once had. The feeling of warm liquid filling you was a slap in the face. You soon realized you didn’t use protection. You looked down at Satoru whose eyes were closed with a smile of his face. “Oops, m’sorry i’ll get you a Plan B in the morning.” His hand gripped your ass while you sat there in disbelief. How could you fuck up this bad? You smiled as you seen him cover his face once again, “Don’t worry about it. I have some in the bathroom.”. You got off of him and made your way to the bathroom.

When you came back you saw sleeping Satoru, under your sheets wrapped around your blanket. It was a cute sight to see him so vulnerable, you were about to fuck up his life. You crawled into bed next to him, cuddling him. He turned around and placed his head between your breast, his arm wrapped around your lower back pulling you close. You took out your phone and took a couple of pictures. This bitch was gonna know “Fuck my man, I fuck your brother.”. You unblocked her number to send her a little treat. “When Satoru comes home tomorrow tell him I had a wonderful time. (3 attachments sent).”.

You turned off your phone and cuddled the sleeping boy, kissing his forehead and cheeks. “Mm, she's gonna fuck you up when you get home.” You whispered in his ear. His phone was soon blowing up, From his mom and sister. “I don't care, you don't know how long I've been waiting to fuck you.” He muttered under his breath. You laughed, He wasn’t going anywhere. Not just yet.

[barbieaemond]

Red Bird (masterlist)

Pairing(s): Aemond Targaryen x Alysanne Hightower oc, Daeron Targaryen x Alysanne Hightower (minor)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, incest (cousins), childhood trauma, darkish aemond, asoiaf typical misoginy and sexism, canon divergence, toxic dynamics, possessive behaviour, smut, religious kink, a bit of green propaganda, Aemond is a petty bitch through the whole thing.

Author's note: we're back :) the old chapters will be reposted within this week. For the newbies, sneak peak under the cut.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Alysanne opened the door to Prince Aemond’s chambers like she owned them. She didn’t knock. She stormed into them and stopped in the center, breathing fire at him. "I want my books back."

Prince Aemond sat lazily on a chair next to the hearth, with his long legs crossed and resting on a long chaise, filled with books, her books.

He looked up from the book he was reading, also one of hers, and looked at her from head to toe.

"Is that an order?" he asked with the hint of a smirk, like a cat rolling in the sun.

"You had no right—"

"On the contrary." he closed the book with a thud and sighed "You see, everything in this castle belongs to me. Your books, your dress, even the air you breathe."

"That is strange. Last time I checked, Viserys, not Aemond, was the King of Westeros."

She spoke his name for the first time, and his blood sang. He shushed it, sighing loudly, and put her book aside, resting his arms on the armchair.

"Close the door. I know you love scenes, but I’m not in the mood for an audience today."

Her lips formed a tight line, just as tight as the way she was clenching her fists.

"You want your books back? Close the door."

After an endless time in which they just stared at each other, she moved and closed the door.

Submit and play nice.

"Good." he crooned "It seems even a stubborn thing like you can be domesticated. Now, sit."

She swallowed patiently, closing her eyes for a moment, and then she looked around. But there was no surface on which she could sit, unless she was stupid enough to sit on his bed. "Where?" she asked him with genuine doubt.

He moved his hand and patted his thigh as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Alysanne gave him a puzzled look, drowning in utter disbelief.

"I won’t eat you. And I won’t take you against your will. I have no taste for such twisted depravities."

Submit and play nice. Submit and play nice.

She already had half a mind of what to write to her father as soon as she was out of that room.

She moved closer and slowly, as if he had asked her to pet a snake, and cautiously sat on his knees, on its ends, trying not to leave all her weight on him. But Aemond bent his knees in a swift move, and she slid directly into his lap.

Her mouth went dry and she was sure she was blushing, again. She refused to look at him, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw his white fingers tapping lazily on the armchair. She felt his eye running slowly over her and tasted ash down her throat.

"I see that you’re persistent in your change of colors."

"Is pink not to his Grace's liking?"

"No. Green suits you better."

"Well, I like to look into the mirror once in a while and remind myself that I’m not something that goes on a plate next to a piece of meat."

She heard him huffing the air through his nose, and she turned to look at him, almost baffled. He was laughing.

"You know what would please me? To see you in blue."

Sapphire blue? She wondered, but didn’t dare say it. She looked away and said "Unfortunately I don’t live to please you."

"Hmm. Who then? My brother?"

"One day, yes."

"Did you let him?"

"Did I let him what?"

"Taste you."

She turned her head and grimaced, hard. "Unlike you, Daeron is a decent man."

"I am decent. If I were not, I would’ve taken you in the Grand Sept, with or without your consent. But I don’t need to stoop so low." he leaned away from the backrest and came dangerously close, digging his fingertips on the armchair fabric to restrain himself. "You will come to me willingly. Actually, you will beg me for it."

Alysanne recoiled, trying to put some distance, to not choke on ashes. "What makes you so sure?"

"A few things. But most of all, the fact that you are closing your legs since the moment you sat on my lap."

Then it all happened in a blur. She stood up hastily, and in the same moment the door opened, revealing the baffled figure of Queen Alicent, stunned on the threshold.

Alysanne went pale as a sheet, as did the Queen.

"What is the meaning of this?" 

[noonieftp]

Sneaky but freaky..🥀

!Drug dealer! Eren x poc reader.

Uhh this my first time doing this, so treat me kindly my peoples! This is a chapter story so bare with me 😅. I hope everyone enjoy my little story 🖤

Warning: if you feel uncomfortable or disturb in any type of way please exit off and enjoy the rest of your day.

Description: Eren is your boyfriend’s !drug dealer!. He’s been selling to Jean for months and even sold to you time to time. Eren likes you and didn’t think Jean was the right man for you, Jean never expected that. Of course, Eren had to say something one day that had Jean thinking…

Your name is jasmine btw 🫠

Minors dni pls 🥲

Sneaky but freaky..🥀

You and eren been friends for a long time, well not really just about 6 months. He was you’re plug. You were his favorite buyer, even though you didnt really buy from him unless you’re boyfriend jean was home. Jean and eren was friends in high school but they not very close, they would hang out here and there,at the apartment and parties but anywhere else they would act like they don’t know each other. It’s kinda weird.

Eren was older then jasmine and jean, not calling him old or nothing because he’s far from that. eren is 26, long black locks with gorgeous emerald green eyes. at first place eren seemed a bit on the skinny side until one day he came over to do a sale with you’re boyfriend and you ended up opening the door while you’re boyfriend was in the bathroom. When the door swung open and you seen that eren was wearing a all black compression shirt with grey sweat pants, he looked like he just came from the gym. His muscles looked like they were gonna rip his shirt, his abs was stuck to his shirt showing all it’s glory and-!

“Hey ma, what ya lookin’ at?” Eren looks down on you and smiled knowing he just caught you staring at his toned body.

You rolled you’re eyes and put you’re hand on you’re hip. “Boy nothing. You got my 8th?” You stuck you’re other hand out waiting for him to give it to you.

Eren looked passed you to see if jean was around. “Wheres ya man?” He look back down at you with you still giving him an annoyed face.

“Sitting on the toilet why?” You huffed but next thing you knew you felt eren’s arm snake around you’re waist and pulled you in. You gasp from the contact, you’re eyes shot up at him but all he did was lower his head to you’re shoulder and whispers into you’re ear.

“You look amazing today Jasmine” he then kissed you’re shoulder making you shutter under his touch, you were breathless from such a small encounter. Jean never made you feel like that before. You knew this was wrong but something about him just made everything feel so got damn right. You can admit that you and jean relationship is very toxic and isnt health for you’re mental but you loved him no matter how many times he cheated on you. You still loved that man.

Eren pull away from you when he heard the bathroom door open. He then dig into his pocket and took out the 8th and handed it to you when jean started to walk up.

Eren looked passed you again and smiled at jean. “Whats good man” jean dapped eren up and smiled back. “Nothing man just tryna get high so this b-“ jean stopped and looked at you, his whole mood changed.

“You see im talking so go.” You mumbled a sorry then turned around walking back to the living room.

Jean turn back to eren “this bitch is the reason why I need to get high” he sighs annoyed at you but eren gave jean a glare.

“You just talk about and to yo shawty like that” eren face said everything he was thinking but jean was to dumb to see it.

“Well yeah the bitch cant do shit but annoy me, fuck me, and roll my joints when I tell her to dude.” Eren shook his head and laughed at what jean just said.

“Aye man you’re a funny guy, but seriously though take good care of her or someone else will” eren looked passed him and yelled out bye to you, you yelled it back as you seen him start to walk away and jean slowly closing the door. When he came to the living room he seen you on you’re phone smiling at some game you were play.

What eren said didn’t sit right with jean. He walk over to you and snatched you’re phone out you’re hand making you gasp.

“Wtf! Jean gimme my damn phone!” He get up to take it back but he pushed you back on the couch.

“So now you’re fucking my plug” jean tone was so serious you could tell he wasnt joking. You’re face twisted up an you cocked you’re head back confused.

“Nigga wtf is you talkin’ about right now?!” You stand up from the couch and towards him. He laughed in you’re face like a mad man. “Bitch stop trying me. I know you and eren got something goin’ on, you think im fucking stupid!-“

“Yes you’re fucking stupid jean cause why the fuck do you think that?! I sit at him every fucking day till you get home! So why the fuck would I cheat on yo-“ you’re words were cut off when a hard slap connected to you’re face. You fell to the floor holding you’re face in disbelief.

“Bitch didn’t I say stop fucking tryin’ me!” He looks down on you and scoffs. “Now stop fuckin’ playin’ with me before I beat the fuck out of you like yo ex did.” That right there pushed you to the edge.

“He thinks he’s gonna put me thru hell like that nigga did? Fuck that!”

you quickly got up and shoved that man pushing him a bit out the living room close to the front door. “Nigga get the fuck out my apartment! You got me fucked up! GET THE FUCK OUT!” The anger in you made you feel stronger then ever but even so jean was a big guy..

His face twisted in rage, he stood up straight. You look down and see his fist ball up, reality snaps back to you making you’re beautiful skin turn cold knowing you just fucked up.

“You want me to get out right? I gotchu.” He started walking towards you forcing you to spin on you’re heels and run to you’re shared bedroom. You quickly slammed the door and locked it.

Jean was hot on you’re tail but he still got locked out. “Open the door babygirl” you could tell he was trying to stay calm but his words was laced with venom making you’re skin crawl. “Just leave me alone jean..”tears start to form from the sides of your eyes.

He bangs loudly on the door “open this fucking door jas!” You quickly grabbed your trap phone off your bed and went straight to your call log and called the last person you talked to on the phone, He hears your phone ring.

“Who you calling jas?! Nobody is gonna come and help you bitch” he started to kick the door ready to break it down. Fear hits you like a line of coke and tears started to fall hard until you hear the line connect.

To be continued..🥀

[not-freyja]

For the prompts, maybe differences in flora (and their toxicity) between eras

This one was fun! (also if you have an ao3 I can't remember what it is, so let me know what it is so I can gift this to you)

Ficlet on ao3 or right below:

“Oh, mushrooms!” Wild bounces excitedly and then starts pulling them all into his Slate, happy to finally start restocking on some essential supplies. Like things for soup stock. They go through a lot of soup, his brothers and him, just by dint of it being an easy thing for him to make (relatively speaking) in relation to the number of mouths to feed.

And mushrooms are a Goddess-send when it comes to making soup taste like something that isn’t just water. And any kind of food lying around in Rulie’s time period is always a pleasant surprise.

All together a win-win. It’s a good day.

Wild does know to check with the others before adding any random food item into his edible inventory. He knows this very very well. He also knows that Hyrule’s era is particularly prone to non-consumable plant life.

But his Slate happily stores them in with the rest of his Stamella Shrooms, and that is that. Fantastic.

He forgets about the whole thing, and forgets it quickly. The idea of taking the time to remember every single instance of foraging is laughable, really. With the amount of it that Wild does? He would have no room left in his head for anything else, after all.

But it’s about six days later, maybe. And he’s handing out the mushroom skewers he made for lunch, because they are having a long day of walking. (Something about needing to get all the way over to a specific farm for some problem or another that Wild wasn’t really paying attention to.)

So they stop just long enough to get a fire going, for Wild to roast a few light morsels while they all rest their feet, and store a bunch for later, It’s efficient, and it is kind of tiring in it’s own right, but it is what they have to do at this moment in time.

As things are handed out, Hyrule, as usual, takes less than a second to go from food-in-hand to food-in-mouth. It’s impressive, frankly, but the novelty is starting to wear off.

What is novel, here, now, is the way that Rulie goes pale and spits the bite of grilled mushroom out. Before anyone else can do anything else, he is slapping Wind’s own lunch out of his hands.

“Rulie, what the fuck?” Wind scoffs, glaring sadly down at his lunch.

“No one eat anything!” Hyrule says, going around in a haphazard circle and just.. Slapping food to the ground. No one fights him, they are all just a little to stunned, a bit too caught off guard by the whole thing. “It’s poison.”

All eyes turn to Wild, shocked, confused,  but not accusatory. They know each other一trust each other一far too much by now to think that he would ever do something like this on purpose. 

“Where did you get these?” Hyrule hisses, finally coming around to Wild himself and yanking the skewer out of his hand. He holds it up, points to the green bits of grilled fungus, and waits.

That is a great question. Wild isn’t really sure where he got them. He gets food from all over the place all of the time, and it’s not like his Slate tracks which specific item is which when it collates together multiple of the same item.

That would just be ridiculous.

“Wild, these are poison,” his brother tells him. “I told you to ask me before you foraged anything in my era.”

Oh. Oh no.

Wild goes wide-eyed, the implications catching up with him. He needs to explain this. “Well, in my era, they are not poisonous. So… I didn’t think it needed to be checked.”

“Oh no.” Legend gets with the program. “Wild, how much?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“No, we are talking about it,” the Vet says. “Wild, how much of our food stores are theoretically compromised because of time shenanigans?”

Wild looks down at his Slate, flicks through the inventory. There are things that he knows are good. Like wheat, and rice, and eggs, and honey… right? But all the pre-cooked meals, and the mushrooms and the berries and the一

Oh they are so fucking fucked.

[jeankluv]

Snow on the beach || Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: heavy themes, eating disorders, bullying, child birth, drinking, blood, toxic relationships, dubcon (all this happens in a flashback and it will be in italics just in case you don’t want to read it)

Note: So I decided to write more about y/n’s past and it’s a heavy part, so be aware while reading it. If you don’t want to read that part, it’s okay you can pass it, in the current timeline we won’t be seeing anything else from those characters of y/n’s past, only mentioned sometimes due to the insecurities they created. I don’t think these themes will be seen again, maybe a bit in future chapters but not as explicit as this chapter. Also Nami is really present in this chapter, that’s why I put Emily in the pictures, just imagine her with a more orange hair.

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Chapter V: Something about me

It’s been exactly a week since you saw Law for the last time. After your day with him and the rest and the night watching the stars, Corazon told you that Law left the town due to something urgent and he was going to be out for some time. Ever since then Corazon has been the one taking you home from the restaurant during the whole week. And now you were sitting on the beach looking at the horizon thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, Bepo was by your side, peacefully sleeping while the air hit your face.

Nami was going to come later that day, to spend a “girls night” with you. That’s what she told you when you saw her. You were kinda excited, you have never had a girls night before, yeah you and your mom used to spend Sundays together watching films or series, but a girl night with someone your age? With Anna whenever you hang out it was always to go to parties and she would always leave to hook up with someone and whenever you subjected the idea of just staying home enjoying a film or doing something else, she would call you childish and boring. So after a few tries you end up giving up, she was probably right, you were childish.

That’s what you used to thought.

You sighed, it seemed that it didn’t matter how far you went, your memories of her didn’t seem to vanish. And you hated it, you really did.

You stood up, waking Bepo with your movement. You needed to go to the town before Nami came today and you needed to call your mom to let her know you were okay. Bepo walked beside you, moving his tail happily. You entered your house and let Bepo sit on the couch, you didn’t mind having him around, you honestly liked having him with you, it made you feel less lonely. You took some money and guided Bepo to his house, so you could leave for the town.

Once you arrived, you went straight to the grocery to buy the things you needed for tonight and for the upcoming days.

“Oi!” You heard a deep voice from behind. You turned around and saw the green haired guy you were already familiar with.

“Zoro.” You smiled at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I was heading somewhere but… I think I got lost.” You looked at him.

“You got lost? But this is a small…”

“It happened.” He shrugged. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh! I’m having a girls night with Nami tonight, so I needed to buy some things for tonight.” You smiled.

“Good…” He nodded. “It’s good to see you are enjoying yourself in this isolated town. But be careful with Law.”

You looked at Zoro with confusion. “What do you mean Zoro?”

“Don’t get me wrong, Law is a good guy but there are people near him that aren’t, so be careful.” He said and started walking. “I will see you tomorrow at the restaurant, bye.”

You said goodbye to him, Zoro's words had left you confused, what did he mean? You tried not to think about it too much, now you wanted to focus on the girls' night that awaited you with Nami.

You arrived home and Bepo came right away to welcome you and keep you company. You spent the afternoon tidying up and cleaning up the house, while Bepo slept on your couch. At dusk Nami arrived at your house, with a case of beer in her hand and with the biggest smile on her face.

“Hello gorgeous.” She greeted you with a smile. “I brought a drink, today we are going to have an incredible time. You will see.” He said as she walked into the house and winked at you.

“I’m happy you’re here tonight Nami.” You smile at her and give her to the kitchen.

“Me too, you and I can finally have time alone without the boys… I wish Robin could be with us.” She smiled at you.

You put the pizza in the oven and Nami opened a couple of beers for you to drink while you waited for the pizza to be ready.

“I heard that Torao is not here, is that right?” Nami said, drinking from her beer.

“Yeah…he hasn't been around since last Monday.” You shrugged.

“You’re worried?” She smirked.

“A little bit… I mean he left without saying a word, everything seemed more than alright when we were watching the night sky.” You told her.

“Huh… how romantic, watching the night sky together?” Nami started joking.

“It’s not like that Nami.” You said, shaking your head.

“C’mon, I have seen how you look at him and how he looks at you. I have never seen Law like that.” She smiled.

“I don’t look at him in any way.”

“Oh c’mon y/n!” Nami cried out. “At least tell me, you find him attractive right? Look at him, his tattoos, piercings,…”

“Are you sure it’s not you the one that is in love with him?”

“Oh please no, I’m not into men.” She laughed and winked at you.

“Oh… right.” You nervously laughed.

“But hey! Don’t skip my question.”

“He is attractive but I don’t… I… I don’t know, okay?”

Nami nodded and didn't say anything else on the subject, she only had a wide smile on her face for practically the entire night. The rest of the night, you ate pizza, drank and you talked non-stop, although it was usually Nami who carried the conversation, you didn't care. It had been a long time since you felt so good with a friend.

The next morning you woke up with a horrible headache, as did Nami who was in an even worse state than you. You prepared breakfast for both of them and gave food to Bepo who had spent the night there. You looked around the window, checking to see if Law's car was there, but it wasn't. You sighed and drank some more from your cup.

“Ugh, I really don't want to go to work today. My head is killing me." Nami complained while walking through the door.

“I don't really feel like it either, having to endure Zeff's screams at Sanji is going to kill me.” You joked.

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It was wednesday night when you saw his car after Zoro took you from the restaurant, you were 100% sure that it was Law’s car, so that meant he was finally back. The following day you sneak peeked from your window to check if it was still there and in fact it was there. You breathed and went straight to his door, you wanted to know if he was alright, check on him, just that. Nothing else, just that. You knocked on the other three times before hearing his voice.

“Cora-San, did you forget something again?” He opened the other. He looked at you, from head to toe and you felt some kind of wave go through your whole body, and it wasn’t in a positive way. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I came here to check on you. Since you've been gone for a week. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You gave him a small smile.

“I am, now leave.” He started to close the door but you put your feet in front.

“Why…? What’s up with you?” You questioned him.

“Nothing, now go y/n.” He said with the coldest tone ever, you have never heard him speaking with that tone. “And by the way, from now on I won’t be taking you home, so you better start asking someone in the restaurant to take you.”

He closed the door right in your face, leaving you speechless, why? Why was he acting like that? Did you do something that bothered him? You couldn’t understand shit right now and you were feeling tears popping out of your eyes. You whipped them quickly, you didn’t want to cry, sure there would be a way to fix all this, right? There has to.

You turned and walked out of there, you really didn't want anyone to see you like that right now. You closed the door of the house quickly, took a breath and tried to calm down. Had you really done something wrong? You didn't understand that behavior, Law had slowly become closer, he was opening up, he was letting you be friends with him, but now suddenly he was treating you like you had the plague?

“No wonder you are always left alone y/n.”

“Don’t think y/n, don’t think about it.” You whispered to yourself. “You will find out what's going on.”

“You will always be alone, but… if you do what I say I will be by your side, always.”

“Ah!” You screamed. “Why does she have to come to my mind? Why? It’s been months! Damn it!”

You looked around, it was still early to go to work, but you didn't want to stay at home, alone with your thoughts. You decided to go to the store where Nami worked and distract yourself a little, Nami always told you to come to her if something happened or if you needed to vent about anything. During the trip you seriously thought about whether it would be good to vent to Nami and tell her about Anna, since you had joined her group of friends, the memories of your friendship with her did not stop tormenting you and making you doubt the friendships you had made in that place. You hated so much what you had become, what she had turned you into.

By the time you realized it, you were already entering the door of the store and Nami welcomed you with the biggest of her smiles. The store was practically empty so you could talk calmly.

“What’s on your mind? You seemed to be off.” Nami said with a worried look.

“It’s… it’s Law.” You sighed. “He came back yesterday and this morning when I went to ask him if he was okay, he practically kicked me out and told me not to bother him anymore.”

“He did what?” Nami slammed the table. “That bastard.”

“I don’t understand Nami, maybe I did something that made him…”

“Y/n…” She held my hands. “I’m pretty sure you did nothing wrong. He's just a dick.”

“But maybe I did Nami. Maybe I fucked up and…”

“Y/n I have known you, not for much but I know that there isn’t anything you could do for him to be acting like a dick.” Your eyes started to fill with tears.

“Thank you Nami.” You blinked trying not to cry. “For being my friend.”

“Sure.” She hugged you. “And don’t cry for him, it’s not worth it.”

“There is something else I would like to tell you, because… I feel like I can trust you.” You wanted for her to know you.

Nami nodded and listened to you carefully.

[Delicate topics are narrated in the italicized section. Please read at your own risk]

It all started 5 years ago, you had just moved because your mother just married David. The truth is that starting at a new high school didn't matter much to you, you didn't have anyone at your old school that you wanted to stay for. When you started at the new school, you went with the intention of being more open and being able to make friends but things didn't turn out that way and you spent half a year alone during recess, that was until you met Anna. Beautiful, tall, smart, most people's crush, you knew her well, being with her seemed unattainable. But there she showed up with her wide smile, her perfect complexion and her singing voice.

"Hello." She smiled at you. “Can I sit with you?” She pointed at the seat next to you.

“Yeah… sure.” You said and moved your things for the place.

“You’re y/n right? I’m Anna.” She said, extending his hand.

“Yeah it’s me.” You squeezed her hand.

“Let’s be friends y/n. Okay?” She smiled and that was when everything started to fall.

Everything started to go down and you didn't realize it. Everything seemed to be going well, or so you thought, Anna introduced you to her group of friends. She got you invited to parties, she taught you how to do your makeup, she told you what to wear. For the last 3 years everything had been like that, school ended a year ago but you and Anna decided, more like she told you to choose the same college as her. At that time you didn't see the signs, like you were just being her doll and she was controlling you, but you stayed by her side because you didn't want to be alone again.

“Honey, aren't you going to eat?” Your mom asked you.

“No, I have to go to school.”

“Honey, you should eat something.” Your mom looked at you.

“Mom, it’s okay.” You said and tried to leave.

“Y/n.” She never called you by your name unless she was angry or really worried. “Since last year you have been acting really strange. You know you can talk to me right?”

“I know mom, now I’m leaving, okay?” You said and without letting her speak you went outside.

It's true that you ate less, you almost never had breakfast, but according to Anna it was better that way, since so many calories were not good. She reminded you every time you saw each other.

“Hello!” Anna hugged you. “What are you wearing?” She looked at you.

“Oh it was a present from my stepdad, I really li…”

“It’s so ugly y/n!” She laughed. “You really want Kidd to look at you wearing that?”

You looked at yourself again. “Maybe you’re right…”

“Of course I am.” She said. “This weekend there is a party at Kidd’s house and guess you are invited?” She smirked.

“This weekend I don’t think…”

“You don’t think what? Oh c’mon girl, you know how hard it was for me to get you invited? Don't be boring and come.”

“My mother's due next week, so I wanted to stay with her this weekend.” You explained to her.

“Y/n this opportunity will not come again, if you don't come next week you will be completely alone again. And you don't want that, right?" She said putting a strand behind your ear. You denied. “Exactly, so you have to come.”

And that's what you did, you showed up at the party, but not before having an argument with your mother. David was traveling so she was left alone while you went partying. You sighed and fixed the dress Anna had lent you. You entered the party and started looking for Anna, you had agreed to meet here, but you couldn't see her anywhere.

“Hey pretty.” You heard a voice behind you, you turned around to see Kidd standing there with a cocky smile on his face.

“Kidd… hi.” You swallowed nervously.

“You wanna grab something to drink?”

“It’s okay I’m not really thirsty right now.” You smiled, you really didn’t want to drink anything, you weren’t much of a drinker and you weren't good at tolerating alcohol.

“Oh c’mon y/n!” Anna appeared behind you grabbing you by the shoulders. "Don't be a party pooper and drink with us, poor Kidd is inviting you and you reject him?" She said, making a sad face.

“Yeah baby, let’s drink and we can have some fun together alright?” He said, leaning his face towards yours.

“I guess… I guess one drink won’t be bad.” You ended up agreeing to them.

But then one drink turned into two, and then into three, before you realized it you had Kidd on top of you kissing you desperately. You really wanted to get out of there, you didn't want your first time to be like that. But then Anna's voice echoed in your head, how she told you how boring you were, how she would leave you alone. So you let it happen. Kidd got up once he finished and put his clothes back on, while you tried to hold back the urge to cry. Without saying anything he left the room and left you alone in the darkness. You took a quick breath and eyelashes, pushing away the tears that threatened to come out and you also dressed, you wanted to get out of that house as soon as possible and go home.

You heard Anna calling you but you didn't stop and left the house at full speed, you wanted to get there as soon as possible. You took an Uber to get home, you were exhausted, your head hurt, you felt like crying, everything was coming at you. You entered through the door of the house, you did not expect to find your mother there, but there she was dying because she had gone into labor and you were not there.

“Mom!”

“Oh… honey, I tried calling an ambulance or David but I tried and… I can’t get up. The baby is coming.”

You looked at the ground, the water had broken and there was also blood, you didn't know how long it had been but the baby was coming and you had to do something.

“I will call an ambulance, so they… they can help.” Your breathing was labored. You were on the verge of crying, you should have been with her, you shouldn't have left. You held the phone and you dialed the emergency number.

“Honey… look at me.” Your mother touched your cheek. “I will be alright okay?”

“I should’ve been here mom… I’m sorry.” Tears started to fall down.

You talked to the emergency people and they got there in less than 10 minutes. On the way to the hospital you called David to tell him that mom was in labor. You waited in the waiting room, you tried to stay still but your nerves wouldn't let you, you couldn't stop thinking about how stupid you had been. You knew that your mother could go into labor at any moment, that it had been a complicated pregnancy and yet you had left her. You even told David that it was okay for him to go, that you would be there. But you weren't.

Time began to pass and you don't know when you fell asleep but you did and the next thing you knew was that a nurse was in front of you, telling you that your mother was already planning and you could go see her.

“Mom.” You rushed to her side.

She was awake, really pale and smiling at you. “Hello honey…Your sister caused more problems than you when you were born.” She joked.

“Where is… where is she?” You looked around.

“They are doing some tests on her because it was a complicated birth but she will be alright.” She smiled at you.

“Mom, I’m really…”

“Honey don’t.”

“No, I have to. I’m sorry, I have been an awful daughter to you and David too, when everything you wanted to do was helping me and I pushed away, every single time.” You take a deep breath and wipe away the tears that were already falling down your face.

“Don’t cry, okay? We will talk about everything once we are home, when we are more calm and relaxed. It’s okay.” She hugged you and kissed your forehead.

You stayed next to her, you were able to meet your little sister, Kelly, and the urge to cry again appeared. Your mother forced you to go home once David arrived, she said that you needed to sleep properly, take a good shower and replenish your energy. You hadn't looked at your phone since the last call with David and honestly you would have preferred to have left it off. You had missed calls and messages from Anna, saying everything, how dare you leave like that, how dare you ignore her and the list went on. You put your phone on silent and left it charging, you didn't want to think about her, or anything that happened at that shitty party.

The next week you didn't go to college, you didn't feel like it and you preferred to spend time with your mother and Kelly. But you knew that throughout that week you would have to talk to them about everything that had been happening with you in recent years. So you sat down and talked, you told them everything about Anna, about the parties, about your problems with food and also how you wanted to escape from that degree that you hated so much and where you were only because you didn't want to be alone, in reality you were always doing everything because you don't want to be alone.

David and your mother agreed that you would drop out of college, and start going to therapy. You could help at home with Kelly for a year, until you found something you wanted to do and felt good about yourself again. And that's how you started going to therapy and you cut all ties with Anna, you deleted her from all your social networks, her phone, everything, you didn't want to know anything about her again. Until five months ago, while you were walking with Kelly, you ran into her. Kelly was already a year and a half old and you were taking her on a walk while your mom and David were working. When you saw her, you could feel your pulse speed up and the desire to vomit invade your body.

“Oh! Look who is here.” She said with a sarcastic voice, then she looked at Kelly and laughed. “Don’t tell me Kidd knocked you up, in just a try? Or are truly a slut and have been sleeping with everyone since…”

“Is none of your business, now please leave me alone.” You said and passed next to her.

"What did you say bitch?" She grabbed your arm, digging her nails into it. “You should be grateful to me, it's thanks to me that you fucked Kidd, it's thanks to me that you weren't completely alone every day. But seeing how ungrateful you are, I don't care. I should have left you alone." She whispered in your ear.

“Leave me alone.” You faced her, trying to control yourself from shaking.

Anna clenched her fists and pushed you, causing you to collide with Kelly's cart and it to fall to the ground. You heard Kelly crying, Anna running away, and then you saw red. Kelly was crying and bleeding, you were on the verge of crying, again because of you, someone you loved was getting hurt. You called the emergency room and then your mother to tell her what had happened.

At the hospital with your mother and David, they told you that luckily it was nothing and that Kelly was fine. You wanted to breathe easy but you really couldn't.

“So the following day I packed a bag and went to my aunts house in the east without telling my mom or David anything.” You breathed. “The thought of seeing Anna again and her hurting me or someone I cared about again was going to kill me alive, so I thought the best option was leaving. Run away like a coward.” You tried to smile at Nami, realizing Nami was a sea of tears at that moment. “Wait… why are you?”

“Oh y/n!” She hugged you and continued crying on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry you went through all that, I’m really sorry.” She broke the hug and looked at you. “You weren’t a coward, that bitch is the coward and if I see her I will kick her ass.”

“Don’t worry about her, my mom and David, they filed charges against her and from what my aunt told me she had a restraining order imposed.”

“She should be in jail.” She breathed. “Thank you y/n, for trusting me with this. I really appreciate it and I want you to know I’m proud of you and that we all love you, and we won’t be leaving you alone. Never.” She smiled. “That’s a promise.”

“Never.” You smiled back at her.

“Now you have to tell something…why this town of all the places in the world? I’m glad you chose it but…” She looked around and you laughed at her expression.

“That's actually a funny story…” You smiled.

Note: I didn’t thought that y/n’s flashback was going to be this long, but I really wanted to introduce her past as soon as possible (also bc I don’t want the story to be that long). I also wanted to created a stronger bond between Nami and y/n, so with chapter is mostly about them bonding and y/n finding a true friend in Nami. About Law, in the next chapter we will know more about what’s going on with him and we will have more of him and Corazon. See you in the next chapter, I will be uploading a part 2 of The Guitarist and also a one shot call “Beg me” it’s a nsfw fic set in Wano, now that Wano is ending what better that drop a spicy fic about it.

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I can just imagine them facing against scarecrow and scarecrow being you know using his toxic fumes being fear, making boomerang remember that day so clearly and vividly and boomer gets so pissed he tackled scarecrow in the ground and starts beating him, beating him in like until he’s almost to death and Harley and Floyd has to like Get him off of him so he won’t kill scarecrow and Boomer is just screaming at scarecrow

 you fucker how dare you piece of shit you’re gonna die for that and Floyd and Harleys trying their best to keep boomer at bay because of that they have to ask for back up you can choose who they have asked for back up

Oh, and if you want, you can add some of your boomerflash 

Also, you’re the best of making boomerflash head cannons and stories your apps your pieces are beautiful French kiss 💋

kisses!!! <33 thank ya, the brain rot feeds off them, so I'm happy with every little idea thrown my way.

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In defense of Harley, she had no way to know that when Scarecrow decided to test his "new" gas on them (in a safe space, after he got "recruited" too), apparently this one showing off old fears instead of creating new ones, whatever that meant, Boomer would be hit with something... like that.

Through most of the experiment, few chosen heroes around them to help if needed, Digger was the only "normal" one. He stood still, almost peacefully, if you ignored the shaking hands and short breaths. Maybe it was the fact that they knew it's all a hallucination, maybe it was the fact that the person responsible was right next to them, but when it all finally broke away, when most started trying to get some water and calm themselves with help, the first thing he did was jump Jonathan.

The first hit wasn't the thing that broke the shock of heroes and others around them - it was the sound of a breaking bone that did it. A pain-filled whine left Scarecrow, when he tried to use his claw-like gloves to tear the Australian away, his whole body mass keeping them down, while he punched almost blindly. He was angrily half screaming, half mumbling something about Owen, whom Harley herself didn't know exactly.

But Flash, who was the first one to try to hold Digger back, definitely knew. Most people who aren't dragging Crane away to make sure he'll survive probably notice the way his eyes go wide at the suffering screams that slowly turn into whispers full of bitterness. His hands, now bloody from the scientist, shaking rapidly and trying to hold onto something - failing to do so. Barry has his arms intertwined with the Rouge's elbows, holding him behind while clinging to him and trying to calm him down.

But when he does get calm, it doesn't mean his brain is fully caught up with what happened exactly, so all they hear now, less shaky and unfocused, are the words of horrid truth that Boomer saw.

"...How could they do that? They took my boy-" this time only a few people freeze, Flash now slowly working his way to the ground with trembling Boomer in his arms. "They took my boy, he was only eight-! How could they? What did he do to deserve it?"

Floyd, water bottle in hand, gets closer to the man, brushing his wet from sweat hair up, showing his blurry green eyes clearer. Shark looks angrily at the bloodied up scientist for a second, a protective urge firing deep inside, before he gets on the floor next to the two, touching Digger without grabbing him, being more something to rest up on than anything.

And when he continues, this time words just... giving up, changing between sobs and empty anger, Harley joins up. She walks straight at him, until she's right in front of him, her shoes almost touching his. Steadily, she sits down right there, looks her friend in the eyes and waits for him to ground himself, doing her best to ignore the hurt sounds coming from him and the few words that crawl their way out of his closed up throat.

"...He was so small, y'know? His body was so light-" a sob shook him, making Barry change his hold, from holding him back to just having his arms around him and his head rest on his back. "They took him from my arms to check for pulse, but- but they didn't have to take him to the hospital - too late, they said. Too much blood, he stopped breathing fifteen minutes before their arrival. I couldn't get his blood out of my hands, it's still stuck under my nails- I need to, I need to wash my hands-"

Another attack of weeping stops him, while all they do is be here, for now. Somewhere in the back, the rest of the heroes takes care of Crane and talks to Flag, who has a grimace on his face and a glint of understanding in his eyes - it probably was in Boomer's files, knowing how they like to have all possible information. Doesn't make it less dehumanizing.

[edogawa-division]

Several, several hours after a certain… battle fiasco took place in one certain home in the city of Edogawa and several more hours worth of cleanup later, Kaoru Shinozaki’s birthday had already come to a close.

It was hardly morning the next day when Kaoru finished up the last bit of cleaning and she wanted nothing more than to just get to her room and knock out— a feeling which was foreign to her. She was used to staying awake for several weeks at a time, so this dreadful wave of tiredness was a rather unpleasant feeling. Moreover, that was more than enough physical activity for her.

A small open-face card had been taped to her bedroom door.

Scribbled across the card in cute, bubbly handwriting was a little message addressed to her.

“Hope you had a great birthday yesterday. But I guess you spent half of it cleaning shit up outside. So just get some good shut eye after a long day yesterday.”

Suspicious as it was that this unsigned note had been left for her, Kaoru was too physically drained to give it a second thought.

Ignoring the card, she placed a hand on her door handle, twisting the knob and giving the door a push.

The second the door had been pushed open, an avalanche had smacked Kaoru right in the face and collapsed into the rest of the house.

From floor to ceiling, her bedroom— which was like a sanctuary to her— was covered in tens and thousands of packing peanuts.

Fighting her way through, her head emerged from the mountain of packing peanuts that had spilled into the hallway. She gasped for air and trudged her way through the packing peanuts that slowed down her movements and yanked the card off of her bedroom door.

On the back of the card was another message left for her.

“Yeah right. That’s for getting me in trouble on my own birthday. Don’t ask how I set this thing up. Have fun cleaning again, you old hag.

— Screen Shot”

Ah… I’m in trouble again, aren’t I… Kaoru thought as a shadowy figure towered over her.

“Kaoruuuuu…” Yuriko smiled the twitching vein in her forehead telling Kaoru that despite her seemingly cheerful attitude that she was truly pissed on the inside. “Don’t you think you’ve made a mess of my house enough by now?”

“Yuriko! Mom! It wasn’t my fault!” Kaoru stammered immediately shutting up when Yuriko leveled a toxic green gaze on her. She let out an eep when Yuriko grabbed her by the back of her shirt lifting her out of packing peanuts. Kaoru let out a gulp when she was brought face-to-face with Yuriko.

“First it was last year with the glitter and now it’s this year with the peanuts.” Yuriko ominously spoke. No, if anything this was the Black Dahlia speaking. “I’ll only give you one more warning Kaoru Shinozaki. Another event like this and I will leave you on an abandoned island for a whole week with no technology and the clothes on your back.”  

“Yes!” Kaoru nodded her head not waiting to piss Yuriko off anymore. 

“Good.” Yuriko mencingly smiled placing Kaoru back on her feet. “Now clean this up. I want it all gone when I come back.” 

“Y-Yes ma'am.” Kaoru saluted. “But uh…where are you going?”

Yuriko’s smile did not let up if anything it seemed to have gotten bigger…which sent a shiver down Kaoru’s spine. 

“I just need to take a quick trip to Akihabara Kaoru. Don’t worry your little head about it.” 

- Later -

Makina Setsukura snickered at the idea of Kaoru having to clean all those peanuts as she headed to her room. Serves the old hag for the paint prank back on her birthday. Sitting in her chair Makina was just about to turn on her computer to begin streaming when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Thinking it was Anika Makina nearly jumped out of her chair when she turned around. 

Yuriko Kuromiya had her hand on Makina’s shoulder a huge smile on her face as she placed a finger in front of her mouth telling Makina not to say a word or scream. 

“Makina-chan I know you and Kaoru have this little prank war but I’m quite tired of people making a mess of my house.” Yuriko scolded that same huge smile on her face before it dropped. Dark shadows now across her eyes making them look like they were glowing. 

“Do it again and I’ll leave you with Kaoru on an unmarked island in the middle of the Pacific for a week.” Yuriko hissed. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Excellent.” Yuriko hummed as she watched the streamer rapidly shake her head. 

“Now carry on Makina-chan. I know you were about to stream. I’ll just take my leave now.”