#and it feels like lately it's just an every day thing and i'm so fucking tired

[darkbluekies]

In your head

Yandere!mafia oc x reader

Summary: finally took the upper hand of Silas, tying him to a chair, should give you the power ... or does it?

Warnings: yandere, reader is unstable, power dynamics, manipulation, fear, mentions of traumatic experiences in the basement, a little darker oneshot, Silas getting slapped and having his hair tugged, condescending behaviour,

A/N: my phone's keyboard is acting up, replacing words with complete nonsense and words that aren't even similar so if you see something I've missed while editing please excuse that!!

Word count: 1.7k

Maybe you shouldn’t have taken advantage of him when he was knocked out cold, exhausted after a mission and slightly intoxicated from whatever booze he had gotten his hands on when stumbling home. Maybe it was wrong. 

But you couldn’t help but take the opportunity. When has he ever cared if you were too tired to fight back? You’ve always been the underdog, always the one being taken from, never the one taking … and oh how you want to take from him. Just the slightest. You know you’d never get away with it, if you do something that leaves permanent marks. Truth be told, you don’t even want to give him physical damage. You want him to feel humiliated. Just as he makes you feel day in and day out. 

And so, somehow, you’ve managed to tie him to a chair. He has fallen asleep there. The rope you got from the basement wall. Not a single cell in your body wanted to go down there, but you did, and no one questioned you. Why should they? If they offend you and you tell Silas …

You stand back, watching him with a guilty look. You shouldn't become like him. This is something he'd done. But it's too late to back out now. His eyes are opening.

“What … what are you doing?” his voice hoarsely asks, affected by alcohol and sleep.

And then his eyes come to sharpen, sober up. He tugs his arms and the darkness in his eyes settles into a calm.

“You're into some freaky shit, Y/N”, he says, almost sounding amused. “Now what? I'm at your mercy, what are you planning?”

He leans back in the chair, raising his chin in the air, looking far too pleased for someone tied to a chair.

“Are you enjoying this?” you ask.

“Depends on what you'll do to me”, Silas smirks.

“Is this how you're to your enemies too? Flirting with them and hoping they'll fall for your charm and let you go?”

Silas chuckles. Chuckles.

“You're no enemy”, he responds. “You're a naive little girl/boy who'll be very sorry when I'm free … because you know it'll happen one way or another, don’t you?” He chuckles again. “Or are you planning to kill me here?”

No, not kill. I'm not going to actively hurt you. But you don't need to know that.

You look around his office. Wondering if there are any tools you can use to scare him with. If only you were in the basement.

No, I'd never wish I was there. Been there once today and I'd rather not go down again.

Silas looks at you with those eyes again. Those that know that he's still in control. Your hand shoots out before you can stop it, grabbing hold of his face. His eyes twitch slightly. You caught him by surprise. One thing done right. 

You turn his face to the side, turning his register however you want. You've been close to him before, but never like this. Never in control. You can touch his face and he won't be able to rip your hands away. With that in mind, you move closer, unsure why. Maybe you want to see him the way he sees you—beneath show hands, not knowing what comes next. Want to know why he likes it.

“You look pretty dumb like this”, you say. “You were too drunk to notice me doing this. Aren't you supposed to be the leader? What if it wasn't me? You'd be dead.”

“What are you saying?” he asks. “You want me to be more careful? Do you suddenly care about me?”

“I want to hit you. I want to hit you for every time you've put me in that God awful basement. I want you to feel how fucking humiliating it is to be at the mercy of someone else, to be played with like you don’t matter. I didn't do this for you. I did it to you.”

“I'd be careful about hurting me, Y/N. I'd think both once and twice … and I'm saying that to be nice.”

“You can't go anywhere, why would I care?”

“Okay, then. I did warn you. If you, despite that, feel like hurting me, do it.”

Your hand makes contact with his face again, but this time it doesn't linger to hold. It slaps his cheek, forcing his head to the side. The sound echoes in the office. He let his head hang for a second, as if taking in the hit, and when he looks back at you his eyes are burning.

“Happy?” he asks, voice tight and laced with anger. “You've done something others get killed for.”

His cheek stings red. You should feel happy, shouldn't you? But you feel guilt, dirty. Fear. Despite that, you grab onto his hair, forcing his head backwards, exposing his neck. You can't look him in the eyes, can't let him see the fear in yours. 

You can see him swallow, although with trouble since you've bent his throat backwards. You give him one last shove before stumbling backwards, locking your eyes on something to the side to hide your face from him. 

A sound is heard, a slight creaking and you look back, seeing to your horror that Silas is rising from the chair, his hands free. His black eyes lock onto you, burning with rage and an animalistic glow you've seen too many times before. Predatory.

He sees how your face falls. Can practically tell how your entire body goes numb, and it fills him with such a pride. You stumble backwards. He knows exactly what you’re thinking. You’ve hit him. You’ve grabbed his face like a dog and tugged his hair. You’ve gone straight to the basement for lesser things. And now, you want to run, but your pitiful legs barely function. He’d never kill you, but that fact doesn’t comfort. He can make you wish he killed you instead. 

“Si–Silas …”, you stutter, gasping, practically choking on your own fear. 

“Your poor hands must have shook like crazy when you tied me”, he says, voice a low purring. “Must have been so scared that I would wake up and catch you in the act that you didn’t check how tight you tied me.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean it!”

He backs you up against the wall. He moves even closer, caging you in with one hand by your head, towering over you like a predator. Your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, eyes filling with tears. His hand moves over, taking your jaw in his hand, just like you had done to him, but gentler. He turns your face around in a slow, almost mockingly tender, way. Taking his time, enjoying your tears. 

He sighs, long, drawn out. “What do I do with you?”

“I’m sor—sorry”, you hiccup. 

He has you where he wants you, pathetic and beneath him in all senses. 

“Sorry?” Silas repeats. “Were you sorry when you slapped me? Or when you grabbed my hair and forced my head back? Or when you grabbed my face like I do to you now? Or even when you tied me?”

“I’m sorry, Silas, I-I didn’t actually want to hurt you … that wasn’t my plan.”

“Then what was your plan, little thing?”

Your sobs come uncontrollably. He places the hand resting on your jaw over your chest, trying to steady your breathing, but he doesn’t say anything. 

“I just wan—wanted to make you feel small”, you answer, not looking at him. “Wanted you to feel how I do. I-I didn’t mean to slap or grab your hair. You provoked me …”

He hums a small chuckle, leaning into your ear, lowering his voice. “I can get into your pretty little head quite easily, can’t I?”

“Silas, I’m sorry—”

He pulls back to look at you, but you don’t look at him. 

“Tell me”, he says gently. “What are you most scared of right now?”

“The basement …”, you whisper, barely audibly. 

“Louder. I can’t hear you.”

“The basement. Please don’t send me down there, please …”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t take you down there.”

You don’t find any. Not any he’d agree to. 

“No?” he asks. 

“No”, you whisper. 

He searches your face for any malice, anything suggesting that you did like it, but there are none. He had seen your expression before you managed to rip his head back. None of what he’d seen expressed anything remotely to enjoying it. It almost looked like you had been dared to do it and now had to go through with it. He had gotten into your head with his comments.

He contemplates it, really contemplates it. Should you think you can do these kinds of things to him and not get any punishment for it?

He looks at your face again and feels a tug at his heart. Had you done this out of malice or been so dumb to not know the consequences, then yes, he’d have taught you how to respect him. But this … this isn’t malice or stupidity. This is pure fear. Desperation. He can’t punish that. Not without making it worse. 

“I don’t ever want you to do this again”, he says firmly. “I do not want to be made a fool. If you’re pissed with me, talk to me. Don’t resort to methods that you aren’t comfortable with. You saw how easily I could get into your head and make you do something you didn’t want to do. Imagine how far I could have made you go. I could have ruined your life, but I didn’t. Next time I won’t be as nice.”

He notices how you’re shaking and sighs once more, pulling you into his embrace. You sob against his shoulder. Silas wants to rest his head on yours, nuzzle you close until you're one, but he can't give in to the satisfaction. He needs you to believe he's actually angry, because how haven't you figured it out yet? Silas smiles for himself. He had gotten out of the ropes on that first tug. 

[returnofeternity]

just saw your other post about tfem virgin lottie……i neeeeed a pt 2

reader finally letting lottie fuck them 😵‍💫 lottie just being sooooo desperate and whiny the whole time 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i imagine her being so vocal about how good it feels 😵‍💫😵‍💫 #imawhore

p.s. you write lottie soooo well !!!! been loving ur fics lately, esp in this yellowjackets drought……. paramount if u don’t renew for season 4 i’m showing up at ur doorstep 🥺🥺🥺

tytyyy!!! this means a lot as a lottie fan, dude ��😁😁 and yaaa!!!! im like 97% sure we're getting that renewal but idk why it's taking so long to confirm O___O and if we don't, i have hope that some other network could pick it up... paramount hurry please 😭😭😭

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"you know i'm only doing this because i feel bad for you, right?"

the mocking tone in your voice makes a wave of hot pleasure rush through lottie's belly. she breathes heavily and palms her restrained cock as she watches you kick off your pants, and she finds it difficult to swallow the lump in her throat when you're completely undressed in front of her.

it's even better than all the times she fantasized about this moment.

"you're so pathetic it hurts me, lott." pouting, you saunter up to her until your bare toes are nearly touching hers, and you look down at her on the bed. she looks so wide-eyed and overwhelmed. it's cute. "you're so obsessed with me, it's almost creepy. i mean, you steal my panties and jerk off with them. only perverts do that. are you a perv, lottie?"

lottie whines loudly and shakes her head, her eyes fluttering shut when her cock throbs at your accusation. god, her panties feel so tight. she needs to get out of them before she cums in her pants.

"no," she mumbles. "i just like you."

"mmm." you hum, eyes taking a nice, long look at her pathetic state before you drop to your knees. lottie's gasp has your ears perking up, and you grin at her as you hook your fingers in her pants and pull them down. "jesus, look at the mess you made. and i haven't even done anything but undress."

when your warm hands touch lottie's thighs, she nearly faints.

part of her wants to guide your head to her cock and make you suck her off, but she's frozen. she's tensed up all over, trying her very best not to cum as you slide her panties off, the cool air of her room making her sensitive tip ooze with more pre-cum.

lottie's eerily quiet as you grab onto her shaft, and you look up at her expectantly as you start stroking her, just waiting for her to break and spill out those cute little whimpers.

the only thing you can hear as you swipe your thumb over her head is her muffled groans, hidden behind her pursed lips. you pout and jerk her off faster, your eyes scanning over her scrunched up face, and enjoying how her lips quiver.

looks like she's close to breaking....

a heavy heave floats from lottie's mouth as you spit on her cock and take her into your mouth, and within seconds, her seed is spilling onto your tongue.

"'m sorry, sorry, sorry. couldn't help it." lottie babbles, a dopey smile on her face as she unloads days worth of cum inside your mouth.

you swallow as much as you can before you pull away, and you groan under your breath as her cock still spurts cum over your hand.

"you better last longer than this when you're inside of me."

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smth smth lotties big fat balls plapping on your clit as she fucks you doggy style, mumbling about how good you feel over and over again.

she fucks like she fucks, and you can't help but whimper at the thought of all the practice she must've done on her sexdolls and the makeshift fleshlight using your underwear and a few pillows.

she's so fucking eagerrrr!! she's kissing every inch of your body as she fucks you nice and good, praising it and telling you how much she adores your curves and how often she's gotten off to the thought of them.

just a pathetic little thing as you get her to tell you what she would fantasize about. she tells you that she'd practice kissing you and eating you out on the sexdoll, that she'd cum in her pants just from spooning and kissing it. she goes crazy when you ask if she'd throw it out if you were to be her new toy :)

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

hey so how do you think Riddle, Epel and Lilia would deal with them having a crush on reader who they are friends with. They’re in a group project with 3 other people and from one of the ghost girls, discussion of types of boys their into comes up and they go on about how “Epel/Riddle/Lilia are too short for my taste”. And the boys crush is like “you know, It’s your loss if you don’t date a boy just cuz he’s short”.? (Reader has never really made comments about their height and perceived “delicate appearance”. Reader actually thinks the three of them is gonna be handsome one day).

A/n: No comments this time !!! I'm just rushing (I think) !!!

Gender neutral, use of 'you'.

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Lilia Vanrouge[💘], Epel Felmier.

💘Appearances over heart? Damn.💘

Summary: He was in love with you, his best friend. I mean, like, infatuated. But, still couldn't confess, why? Either they were too much of a coward or simply needed time to process their feelings. But, what if? One day, you and him get into a group project, with three other girls that decide to talk about types of boys instead of putting in the effort of actually being someone's type, then they go talking about height. Their pride is higher than their almost to [none] admirers.

Warnings ⚠️: idk OOC(?), Cussy, fluff lots of fluff, shaming men's appearance, use of 'you', cussy, insults, idk what else to add in here.

Riddle Rosehearts [his and my momma r the same person 😒]

Scene: You and Riddle were friends, like tight-knit friends. You'd always come by to check up on him, offering him [food of your choice], and doing normal stuff like friends should do [and not touch-]. Riddle will always tie your bow when it's crooked, even tie your shoelaces if you don't know how, and always remind you to get to class before you are late. You've always known Riddle has a temper whenever someone comments on his height *Sneaks a glance at Floyd* but, either you or Trey, he manages to calm down. It kept going on like this until Cater had pointed out how soft he had been lately, how he looked forward to seeing you more and teased him about it. Riddle had never had a crush on anyone. Not until now. So, one morning, a group project came up, and you just so happened to be in the same group project with him [<-teachers knew] and assigned three other girls, but the thing is. They just talking, not doing their work.

•Riddle does not like this one bit, the fact that they are just talking and laughing rather than doing their work frustrates him.

•No, he's not mad at you for doing the same thing, just scolded you. (<-favoritism)

•He just wanted some peace

•"I rlly hate short men, like idk why are they short?? Haha! They are sooo not my type. And like, I would rather have tall, rich guys. And honestly? I really don't like Riddle's height-" "Maybe work on that appearance first, so that maybe, the entire race of every men wouldn't reject you. It is very obvious that you were rejected by one. Now get over it, and do your fucking work. Don't insult Riddle's height, at least his intelligence is higher than both your egos."

•Damn. Now he's red as heck. I mean sure, he was mad about the two girls talking about his height, then going to comment more about how much they dislike his height, until you stepped up.

•He's honestly feeling a bit proud of himself, you haven't even commented about his height once, and he's grateful for it. And he's blushing so much he almost lost focus on the project, but of course, like the model student he is, he clears his throat and continues the project. All the while sending a displeased look at the girls, with pure disappointment.

Lilia vanrouge[Hana, r u going to find this one?? 🫶]

Scene: You and Lilia were just 'friends'. But you guys talk to each other, A LOT. To the point everyone knows you both are literal buddies whenever there's a school gossip, exams, quizzes, tests, and especially projects. But you two managed to finish in time [or through the deadline]. Lilia liked scaring you out of the quiet blue, playing little lovely tricks on you, and pranking you then gifting you, your [favorite snack]. You'd also do the same thing for him, scaring him unexpectedly from a random timing that of course fails everytime, you giving him little tricks he finds cute, and you give him his favorite snacks as well! Oh, and when there's marshmallows on it? Dw, you can eat it! So, he doesn't know when it happened, but he gained feelings for you, at first he thought it was physical attraction, but then he noticed small things about you. Your laugh, your smile, your hair in the breeze, your eyes gleaming with joy, and a grin so blinding he wishes it would be the last thing he sees. So, let's say one day, there was this group project from professor Crewel. You and Lilia get paired up, with two more people. But, these people aren't particularly pleasing to be around with...

•Oh my, instead of doing their work, they are just talking about men and heights.. oh, poor Lilia! They don't seem to like short cuties like him !!! :(

•"To be honest? I don't like Lilia that much. Like, his height is so small how's he going to get a partner? Seriously, I don't get why everyone seems so nice to him, he's a short lil' guy that can't do shit-" "And neither can you. Now sit the fuck down if flapping your mouth away is all you can do." "Excuse me!??" "I'm sorry, you must be deaf as well. You might need hearing aids, Lilia is older than you and can still hear clearly, I'm surprised that you have the senses of a long-dead ancestor. I wonder how good you are with running that mouth of yours instead of shutting the fuck up." "..."

•OHHHHH BURNNNN !!!! My, beastie, he never knew you had that in you! What a surprise!~

•It was quite satisfying seeing them sit back down and doing their work rather than blabbing nonsense. It was quite refreshing to see another side of you as well! Who know you were capable of such thing?~

•Ah, well that just made him fall for you even more... my, what to do with his ancient heart that beats for you? He feels youthful again.

•chuckling he continues to do the project. Although, he wouldn't do it completely without messing around with you first!~

Epel Felmier [My buddy, my bestie, where are your simps?]

Scene: You and Epel were inseparable. He fights, you support. He's going against Vil? You're there. He's going to fight someone for dissing his height/mistaking him as a girl? You're there, along with drinks and popcorn. He wants to be manly? You cheer him on and encourage his dreams, but even so, he can still be manly while looking the way he is. You wish he sees that, and he's trying he really is. But it never looked manly enough. So you've done a different method, you'd hang out with him not to encourage his manliness or to discourage because he's 'girly' but to make him enjoy what's in front of him in life. And he's grateful for that. He wishes this could go on and on forever. That is, had he not been too caught up in this moment he would've realized that he had fallen quite hard for you. So one day, when a project came up and you two got paired with two more others, things started to get into a, unpleasant turn.

•Epel knew these fuckers were up to no good, I mean, look at them! They just scream 'schemers' !!!!

• "Yeah, so like my type in guys, would be AT LEAST taller, and-" everything goes blank for Epel. He, who had been trying to impress you for weeks, had gone into a sudden insecurity. What if they're right? Girls like tall guys because they are much more manly, right?

•"Yeah, I know right ! And like, Epel is the LEAST attractive, but he's way too cute and girly for me-" he wants them so dead-

•"How about you sit your asses down and shut the fuck up? The only thing YOUR good for is sitting down and look pretty.

...

...Pretty fucking useless. Epel is much stronger and better than the two of you, bet you can't carry a crater all on your own. So, before you fucking judge and open that mouth of yours even when you don't know what he's capable of, I'd suggest you stop and reconsider. Please, use your brains. If you have any, that is."

•DAMN. Ouch prefect, never knew you had that in you!

•And you defended him! That's his job! That's... you defended him despite his height...? Man, he just fell for you more!

•Maybe having a fierce and supportive partner would be nice, together with him...

The End.

A/n: WOOO!! I FINISHED YAYAYA!! :>

Enjoy a smiling Lilia Vanrouge (*´ω｀*)

I hope you had fun reading !!! Srry if short, I'm just hurrying !!

[loucifersbitch]

from the ashes

bobbytommy | rated M | 1k words | (also on ao3)

the first time tommy and bobby got off together, they hadn't met yet. they were just two guys at a bar - one so deep in the closet he could barely look at the men in the room, and the other so guilt-ridden and deep in his grief that he broke his sobriety a week before his first day of work

they didn't even exchange words. a look passed between them, and one head nod later, they were in the back alley behind the bar, jerking each other off desperately

even when they were finished, they still didn't say anything. they wiped their hands on their jeans and went their separate ways, neither planning to think of the other ever again, save the errant late-night, lonely shower

but a few days later when they were once again seated next to each other, sharing drinks and no words, it happened again. that time, they ended up at bobby's apartment, crashing through the door, shoving each other into walls, nearly knocking over a table before collapsing into the bed

tommy didn't stay the night, but he did begin to wonder about the mysterious man sound asleep in the bed who never talked and whose apartment was devoid of any decor or homey accents

they saw each other one final time that week. if tommy went to the bar every night hoping to run into the sad man whose mouth made tommy feel things he'd never experienced before, that was his business

when they fell into bed that night, tommy let the man kiss him until his lips were swollen and sore. he prepped tommy carefully and methodically, so gentle that tommy couldn't decide if he wanted to cry or run away. it had taken tommy some time to get used to bottoming. he still wasn't completely comfortable with it, but it felt really fucking good to cum on a cock, so he pushed the thoughts aside and allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of his mystery man moving inside him

"will you stay?" the man asked him when they were done

that was dangerous. tommy never stayed. it was one of his rules for hookups like this. but he was tired, and he was starting to trust this man the more they saw each other, so he said, "okay"

waking up the next morning was disconcerting until he recognized the bare walls and squeaky mattress. the other side of the bed was empty, but he could hear the shower in the small en suite

he knocked, unsure if he'd be welcome, but the man invited him in immediately. the shower pressure was damn near perfect, and the man's hands went into his hair, massaging in shampoo and helping him rinse before doing the same with the conditioner. tommy returned the gesture, being as gentle as he could, and hoping the man was starting to feel even a little of what tommy was

"i have to go to work, but you're welcome to stay as long as you like," the man said, shutting off the water and grabbing two towels that had seem better days

"thanks," tommy said, drying off. "i gotta get to work, too." he should just leave it at that. he shouldn't push, but - "can i get your number? and maybe your name while we're at it?"

the man smiled at the question, the first real smile tommy thought he'd ever seen from him outside of sex

"bobby. i'm bobby," he said, walking out of the bathroom toward the kitchen. he grabbed a sticky note and pen, scribbling quickly before handing the paper to tommy. "that's my number. i'm starting a new job, and i work long hours, but if you leave a message, i'll call back"

"cool," tommy nodded, accepting the note with bobby's number scrawled hastily across. "i'm tommy, by the way"

"nice to officially meet you, tommy," bobby smirked, quickly closing the distance between them and pushing tommy back against the wall, kissing him deeply

they stood there for a moment after they pulled away, both breathing heavily. tommy really didn't have time for anything more than a few kisses at the moment. he really did need to get moving if he was going to make his shift on time

then bobby blinked and shook his head, looking away

"i really do need to go"

he kissed tommy one last time, hand traveling from his neck, down his chest to his abs, causing tommy to shiver

they both got dressed after that, hastily throwing on clothes and watches and shoes, grabbing wallets and cellphones before heading out into the hallway

why was leaving suddenly so difficult? tommy didn't get attached like this. better go while he can

"i'll uh - i'll see you later, bobby"

he turned to leave, but bobby grabbed his hand, spinning him back around and surprising him with his strength when he was pulled back into a kiss

"see you, tommy. don't forget to call"

"wouldn't dream of it," he smirked

he finally walked away, only looking back once - okay, twice - before he turned the corner and walked down the stairs and outside

sitting in his truck on the way to the station, he couldn't get bobby's smile out of his mind. it was distracting

he shook his head, trying to clear the image away. he couldn't be distracted while on the job. it could mean devastation for himself or his team, and he was not going to let that happen

he pulled into the parking lot, heading to the locker room to change into his uniform, nodding to the guys and hen as he passed them

"you're in a good mood," howie said. "good night?"

"yeah," tommy agreed genuinely. "it was actually really nice"

"mm," he hummed. then lowering his voice, he asked, "new guy?"

howie was one of the few people who knew, and tommy trusted him implicitly

he looked around to make absolutely sure no one could hear him, then said, "i think so? this one seems...i don't know. he's different"

"that's good, tommy. i'm happy for you," howie slapped him on the shoulder. "and i really hope it works out"

tommy laughed, "yeah, me too"

he finished getting dressed, feeling like things might finally be falling into place

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

Masterlist

Hello! This is my brand new masterlist because I accidentally fucking deleted my original one that contained the links to every single piece of fanfiction I've written since 2021. This one is much more organized, though, and it's a lot prettier too!

Read my works on Ao3 here

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Things to keep in mind when sending in requests:

I do not write dom! or top! reader. I'm very sorry, but I am the biggest fucking bottom and sub in the world and if I wrote dom!reader, I would not do them justice.

I will only write x readers

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Agatha Harkness

Step by Step !NSFW!

Say it Like You Mean it !NSFW!

Back in the Closet !NSFW!

Back in the Closet Part 2 !NSFW!

Avenger!Agatha

Lifeboat 14

Billiards !NSFW!

21 Days !NSFW!

Snacks, Candy, and Prenatal Vitamins

Suburban Sunrises and City Sunsets !NSFW!

A Night Out (On the Couch) !NSFW!

Read on Ao3 here

Death and the Fool

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Read on Ao3 here

Sweet as Sugarcane

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Read on Ao3 here

Maya Mason

What do you Know? !NSFW!

Polly Gray

Trench Coats and Lingerie !NSFW!

Narcissa Malfoy

Read With Love here on Ao3 (WIP)

Larissa Weems

20/20 Vision !NSFW!

You're a Pain in my Ass side

Take a Look in the Mirror !NSFW!

Grape Juice Stains

If I Could Turn Back Time

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Epilogue

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Baby Steps

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Read on Ao3 here

Brienne of Tarth

*No longer being written for

I Will Always Love you, Sir Brienne of Tarth

Late for Dinner

Love and War Part 1

Love and War Part 2 !NSFW!

Leonora Lesso

*No longer being written for

A Cup of Tea and a Bit of Kindness

Take a Break

Addison Montgomery

In the Shadows and Under the Sheets !NSFW!

Addison x reader imagine

Regina Mills

How to Throw a proper Punch (Daughter!Reader)

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Prologue

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

read on Ao3 here

Valentina Allegra de fontaine

To be written

[sanasyndrome]

(11)—"LOVE ME LATER"

!MEN DNI!

pair: uchinaga aeri x f!reader (ft. ning yizhou)

cw: getting drunk + kissing, swearing, slight angst, fluff if u squint, this is SMAU!

sypnosis: uchinaga aeri has been inlove with her best friend, y/n, for years. she was planning to confess until ning yizhou came in the picture and ruined her plan. now that they've broken up, will she gather enough courage to confess to y/n before they get back together, or will she keep quiet and lose her chance?

a/n: i don't like this but I've already written it down so like... yeahhhhh(😔🙏🏼)

!!there might be some grammatical errors & typos!!

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MIDDLE SCHOOL - HIGHSCHOOL

y/n had never really understood what it felt like to genuinely like someone romantically. she had tried, of course. there were guys who liked her, guys who flirted, guys who fit the textbook description of what a ‘crush’ should look like. so, she forced herself to feel something, anything, but every time, it'd just end up with her giving up. she didn't think she could ever feel something towards someone.

that is, until aeri appeared in her life.

it started simple, just two friends(who eventually became best friends) spending time together, studying, laughing, walking home after class. y/n didn't know when, but somewhere along the way, things began to change.

y/n began to notice how her chest would tighten when aeri smiled, how her heart skipped a beat when their fingers brushed. she told herself that it was just purely platonic, that it was normal to feel like this towards your best friend. but as the days turned to weeks and weeks into months, the feeling refused to go away. 

the day she accepted it was the day aeri hugged her outside the school gate. aeri's arms wrapped tightly around her, face buried in the crook of y/n's neck. “today was so dumb,” she mumbled. “I barely got any sleep last night. but I'm glad I get to see you after school. I missed you.”

y/n laughed out nervously, trying to act casual as if she couldn't feel her face heating up. “aeri, we literally have half of our classes together.”

aeri smiled against her shoulder. “It's different, we don't have our last class together. we never do.” y/n was unable to ignore that warm feeling in her chest anymore. it was undeniable. she liked aeri. romantically.

———

y/n felt so hopeless as she vented to chaewon on the phone, “I'm 99.9% sure she's straight, chae. like—look at her doesn't she give off straight vibes?”

“who does?” aeri's voice was suddenly heard, a raised brow directed at y/n as she stood beside her, clearly eavesdropping.

“shit—” y/n hung up and quickly turned to face aeri, which didn't go well… the abrupt movement caused her to slam her forehead against the opened locker beside her. “fuck! ow—”

aeri winced and stepped closer, lightly pressing her finger on y/n's forehead as she examined the red mark forming on the skin. her touch was so soft, so deliberate.

“well, I was uhm… talking about… my friend's friend…?” y/n smiled sheepishly.

“uhuh, whatever you say.” aeri gave her an unimpressed look, clearly not buying it, but she decided not to pry. “anyway, I was looking for you so we could eat lunch, but I guess we gotta take a trip to the infirmary before that,” she muttered. y/n cursed internally, why did aeri have to be so sweet? so pretty? all y/n wanted was to move on, but aeri was making it nearly impossible.

———

then came ning yizhou. 

y/n knew yizhou through minjeong—she was polite, nice, and easy to talk to. y/n liked that. their friendship started slow, the kind where hanging out once or twice didn’t mean much. but that once or twice turned into daily walks, then into late-night calls and small dates.

It felt right. It felt like what she was supposed to feel.

when they got together, no one was surprised. and of course, aeri was the first to know about it.

y/n could still remember the day she told aeri—the way aeri’s smile faltered just slightly before she masked it with a nod and a hug. y/n told herself she had just imagined it, and so she brushed it off.

———

2 YEARS AGO

her relationship with yizhou was stable. easy. she knew y/n’s favorite food, favorite color, the way she liked her coffee. she cared. she paid attention. overtime, y/n believed that she had moved on from aeri. she didn’t constantly crave for her attention, she didn’t think about her as much. she did all of that with yizhou now. she was happy and satisfied.

then one night, everything fell apart.

yizhou broke up with her.

over text.

no reason, no closure, just:

“I'm sorry, I'm breaking up with you.”

y/n had stared at the message in disbelief. she called, she texted, she begged for an explanation. but nothing came. she thought they were doing just fine, she couldn’t think of any possible reason why yizhou broke up with her.

she couldn’t handle this by herself. so, she called the only person she knew would come in the middle of the night without asking why. 

aeri.

that night, she sobbed into her arms, her tears soaking through aeri’s shirt as aeri’s hands cradled the back of her head. aeri didn’t say much, she didn’t ask what happened, she just held her, whispered small reassurances, and rocked her like she was the most fragile thing in the world.

———

4 MONTHS AGO

it started as a simple celebration in aeri's apartment(before she moved in the dorms) for getting through another year in SNU. it was just aeri and y/n on the couch, a horror movie, some fast food… and maybe a couple bottles of alcohol. 

“hey, hey, what if everytime we scream we take a shot.” aeri proposed, thinking it'd just be a fun game. 

y/n, who was not opposed to the idea nodded, “that’s the dumbest idea ever... let’s do it!” 

it didn't take long for them to start jumping from their seats and screaming their lungs out, “THAT THING'S UGLY EW EW” y/n clung onto aeri like her life depended on it, she hid her face in aeri's shoulder but not before taking a shot of alcohol.

“WHAT THE FUCK THE THINGS HEAD JUST WENT 360!”

”CAN YOU NOT TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!”

“Y/N, OMFG IT'S CRAWLINGGG!!!”

“BITCH, STOP NARRATING EVERYTHING THAT'S GOING ONNNNN!!”

"AHH SHE JUST GOT EATEN!"

"STOP."

you'd expect them to be passed out on the couch from all the alcohol once the movie ended. but the truth is… they were only somewhat drunk and didn't even finish it because, not even 20 minutes in, they chickened out and changed it to a comedy movie.

by then they were curled up together under a blanket, a lot calmer now. especially aeri, who was now quiet with her eyes glued to the screen, letting out a few occasional laughs here and there.

“I miss your black hair.” y/n suddenly uttered out of nowhere, her words slow and slurred as she stared at aeri.

aeri blinked and turned towards her, “whyy? don’t like the pink?”

“noooo, I like it. it looks good on you.” y/n said as she reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind aeri’s ear before it lingered on her cheek, “everything looks good on you.”

aeri leaned in her touch, her expression softening “mhmm.. I know,” she muttered. 

silence fell. they stared at eachother, neither of them speaking. then y/n felt it again, that warm feeling in her chest, the one she thought was long gone.

her eyes flickered down to aeri's lips, and before she could stop herself, she leaned in, lips gently brushing against hers. she expected aeri to pull away, but she didn't; instead, she kissed her back.

when they broke apart, aeri whispered, “your lips are soft.” her thumb lightly brushed against y/n's bottom lip before she leaned in again, kissing her slower this time, like she didn’t want it to end.

———

y/n woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache and a sense of dread. she sat up, blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling of aeri’s apartment. and then it all came rushing back.

the drinks. the movie. the kiss.

shit.

aeri walked in with a glass of water and sat beside her. “you good?” she asked casually, like nothing had happened.

y/n forced a smile. “yeah. just… a little hungover.” she shrugged, trying to act casual.

neither of them brought it up. maybe aeri didn’t remember. maybe she was pretending she didn’t. y/n didn’t dare ask.

later, at her dorm, y/n collapsed face-first onto her bed.

“this is so stupid. I’m so stupid,” she muttered into her pillow. “she’s straight. for fuck’s sake. she probably thought i was a guy for a second or something."

wonyoung, her roommate, looked up from her phone with a raised brow. “what the hell are you on about now?”

y/n groaned louder, dragging a pillow over her face.

NOTE: these are all entirely fictional and fake, created purely for entertainment purposes.

[ilkkawhat]

[wardensantoineandevka]

genuinely SO demoralizing to actually check the ages of fairly middle achieving people in fields I want to work in, like not even the major household name types, like, people who are fairly successful, and learning so many of them are +/-3 years of my own age and they got in three or four years ago is just...

I know we all say that one's age isn't ACTUALLY a road block for anything and you can be successful or break into anything at any age, but y'know, still, it's a fact that is incredibly demoralizing and everything seems impossible all the time

yes, yes, i know checking these facts and dwelling on it is NOT helpful, but also y'know, I already know too much of the state of the industries so

[pardonmydelays]

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[insufferablemod]

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[wildchives4]

Maybe I'm projecting and being hopeful but I mentioned to M that I don't even get to shit by myself in peace lmao and I feel like something clicked for him. Bc I was like hey, at least you get private bathroom breaks at work (noncombative). And since then he's been a lot more acquiescent when I ask if I can nap and stuff

[shippingmyworld]

how long does burnout last? asking for a friend

[guruguruguruguru]

the longer i sit with it the more it really gets me how nobody ever really mentions obito and rin before obito's reveal in shippuden. kakashi vaguely mentions his old friends and i think other characters allude to the tragedy of kakashi's past but rin and obito themselves are lost to time. something about that is so fucking haunting and so gutting. you would think it would be a pretty big deal that two kids from the same class died within a year of each other, but the nine tails attack probably wiped so much clean that nobody could really carry the grief... still, when we see their class in flashbacks, we recognise almost everyone else, so... there's something really sad and hopeless about their absence...

there's a lot a LOT to say about it from a lot of different angles and i don't really feel like going into meta posting territory i just have big feelings about it you know? and to me i guess obito encapsulates a lot of the anger. for the people who get left behind and forgotten. and that can mean a lot of things

[theladygazingatemptiness]

hm. so looks like my love for making art is just gone forever huh

[pikachu-deluxe]

really sucks when you can't enjoy things you like bc doing them makes you feel guilty and like you're a piece of shit

[ionlycareaboutyou]

it's so funny i can have a relatively good week and be in a good mood but then i start thinking about food too hard and i'm like well time to end it all