#and one day. i’ll actually just start writing and posting the damn thing

[teaeodora]

PICK YOUR DOMESTIC HUSBAND 🛒

WHICH HUSBAND IS ON THE DOMESTICITY MENU TODAY?

featuring: diluc, alhaitham, zhongli, wriothesley, neuvillette.

synopsis: glimpses into married life with the genshin men.

warnings: implied fem!reader, occasional pet names, ooc (I have a sparse idea how diluc works, mention of "activities" (just mention I can't write smut pls), silly goofy ah loser coded men, mild swearing (damn, heck)

a/n: *stretching my back and crunching my neck.* I'm back from the dead. apologies for the choppy writing. thanks for the support on the other posts, if only I could write 50-page essays thanking everyone. <33 :')) not proofread.

DILUC 🍷

PRODUCT NAME: BREAKFAST AND KISSES IN BED. Diluc always hated the Knights of Favonius… 

He hated how most of them just stand around like buffoons and do not partake in any actual work that involves saving Mondstadt. He wouldn’t admit that he enjoys playing Batman. He hated them all except for one.

One he was willing to forgive all flaws of. "Knight of Favonius…always so inefficient,”  He scoffed at the pathetic sight of the hilichurls trying to dry roast a few knights roped to a wooden stick for their dinner. “Seriously, You’re so right Master Diluc.” Diluc’s head turned so fast at the sound of a new voice. When did you get here? Were you always there and how did he not sense you around?

That’s simply how you always were. A hard worker amidst slackers – he always termed despite Jean trying to explain that others work hard too. Perhaps that’s what caught his attention, honestly, he would never know what did. “G’morning…” He murmured against your skin, head buried in the crook of your neck, your flushed bare back pressed against him. “5 more minutes…” he heard your soft and groggy voice evoking a chuckle from the usually passive man. “Have I ever told you…how beautiful you are?” Diluc muttered against your skin. You smiled and turned around, “You always do. I remember my Dark-Knight Hero crying at the altar.” You pressed a finger against his chest, while he scoffed at the memory. “Don’t remind me about that, Kaeya doesn’t let me live that down…” He sighed, his brother consistently brought up the matter of him crying whenever he was losing an argument. Foul play if you ask anyone. “So…breakfast downstairs or in the bed?” He planted a kiss on your cheek while you hummed out a response, “Bed, you didn’t exactly go easy on me the previous night.” You recalled the events of the passionate night the day before. The honeymoon phase never seemed to end. “I am so sorry–” He panicked,” You're not in pain are you? I promise I’ll be gentle– I knew I should’ve been more considerat–” You stopped him by pressing a kiss against his lips. He groaned at the feeling of your soft lips touching his hands tangling themselves in your hair.

“I’m kidding silly… you should stop taking things so seriously unless you want me to start searching for grey hairs amidst those red locks of yours.” You snickered out seeing him release a breath of relief.

If the Darknight Hero really does exist, he's probably just someone in disguise. When he gets up in the morning to brush his teeth, it's the real him. He was his real him in front of you. People may call him a loser for such vulnerability…he was a loser for you.

ALHAITHAM 🌱

PRODUCT NAME: READING BOOKS OUT LOUD. One would say married to someone like Alhaitham was nothing short of a nightmare. They weren't 100% right. Shrouded beneath the aloof and meticulous personality resided someone who was in complete denial towards being loved. He loves it.

Who was he kidding? Nobody in a million years thought someone could put up with his insufferable personality — said Kaveh, his unpaying tenant. That was until he ran into you during his time as the newly appointed Scribe. You were like a painter, splashing heaps of paint in his 90s black-and-white life. Was eating ice cream always this enjoyable or was it because it was with you? Was the gossip between co-workers always this interesting or was it because it included you?

Why was his heart having an entire Queen’s rock and roll concert talking to you? Was it cardiac arrest or– He almost shuddered at the thought of it being what they called love.

“You’ve got flour on your face, sweetheart.” His teal eyes blinked amusingly into yours, a faint smile curling up his lips. You must have saved a nation in your previous life to land this man as your husband. Beige shirt perfectly sculpting around his abs – contrary to him calling himself “feeble,” hair slightly tousled and slight sleepiness in his eyes. He might not act like it but he was a little child whose needs had to be tended to like the coffee mug in his hands which you made, like usual. You wouldn’t want a cranky Alhaitham now, would you? “Hmpf, not my fault, this cooking book is completely bogus!” You rubbed your cheeks with the back of your hand, wiping away any remaining flour. “This is so boring…if only someone could provide their poor wife with some entertainment.” You always resorted to theatrics to get him to do things for you, albeit begrudgingly. “No, the same tactic is not going to work again.” “Please…” “No…” He groaned, tone almost pleading not to put him through the torture again. “During better or worse!” You resorted to the ace up to your sleeve. WEDDING VOWS! “Stop quoting the wedding vows.” He sighed in defeat. The most intellectually gifted man in the nation couldn't win against his own wife. Ironical. He got up and grabbed a book out of the bookshelf; a small fraction of his much larger library.

“Miss Elizabeth,” Alhaitham lazily flipped through the pages earning a rebuke. “More emotion! You are ruining the scene.” Alhaitham sighed and cleared his throat, “I love you most ardently…” His tone was feathery soft, emotion surging in it. A smile crept up as he stared at you endearingly.

“That’s much better. Though I seriously think Mr Darcy should’ve said– Miss Elizabeth, allow me to kiseth thy lovely lips.” You mimicked the deep voice of the character with the failing British accent. “Please have mercy on Jane Austen’s ghost and let her enjoy the afterlife.” Alhaitham chuckled and continued reading as you continued baking.  It was a shame that a man of such talent only paid attention to the truth itself and not to the people around him. If only the searching eyes of the ordinary say the exception to his indifference, you.

This was your biosphere, just you, him, novels and food encapsulated inside your small home.

ZHONGLI 🪨

PRODUCT NAME: ALWAYS ON HIS MIND. What is the best but the most useless flex you have? Being married to the Geo Archon. The inability to just tell the whole world that you are married to the frigging god was painful. You yourself were surprised by your ability to control yourself. Zhongli was a man of carefully curated words. Instead of words, straight-up poetry flew out of his mouth. Everyone knew how much he adored his wife, every vendor, every acquaintance, heck even Venti. Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's mysterious consultant. Handsome, elegant, and surpassingly learned. Excellent memory. A master of courtesy and rules. The amount of poor women who have tried to grab his attention. "Mr.Zhongli, how does this look?" the woman, who he remembered meeting over a history discussion 17 days ago. "Hm?" his amber eyes shifted to gaze at the hairpiece the lady was holding. "Most exquisite.." He remarked, seemingly going into deep thought. Instead of a compliment, he said something that made the woman back away, "Such beautiful craftsmanship...may I ask you to tell me where you found this? I wish to buy one for my wife–" he paused, seeing the lady vanished after pointing at the shop where she got it from. "Zhongli, you should be able to tell why people approach you..." Hutao sighed, standing beside the rather oblivious gentleman. "Let's just continue...we've got customers to find!" Hutao started walking alongside the railing, hoping to find people in need of funeral services. "Maybe we should go and ask peopl– Zhongli??" Hutao looked around for the Consultant, who was caught up chatting with a shopkeeper over some earrings. "Zhongli!" Hutao called out to him, causing his head to turn towards the director. "Oh, apologies...It seems I got too carried away. These earrings caught my eye...I'm sure [Name} would love them.." he mumbled, staring at the jewellery. "I'll take them." "Mister Zhongli? What about the payment..." The shopkeeper meekly asked, causing Zhongli to turn his head fully at Hutao; gazing expectantly. Hutao should've expected this... "Zhongli, we are out here to find customers! Not buying gifts for [Name], her birthday is months away!" "They say the best things should be done first. After all, why must I wait for one specific day to express my love for my beloved?" Zhongli asked curiously and Hutao shaked her head; love was clearly out of her expertise. Zhongli, he is particular about everything. He only attended the best operas and focused on the perfect ratio for the creation of an authentic dish.  On a typical day, all you will glean from him is a few pieces of useless trivia, because he particularly enjoys sharing these fun tidbits with you. He was particular about you and your likings. A smile on your face was what he wanted by the end of the day. For being someone alive for 6000 years, he could proudly say that he loved and cherished something– someone.

"Wait here, Director Hu...Perhaps I should get those flowers over there to accompany the hairpin and earrings..."

WRIOTHESLEY 🐺

PRODUCT NAME: BATTLE TO BUY A DOG OR NOT.

"Wriothesley, I want a dog!" You crossed your arms, staring down at the Duke who was glued to the chair in his office. “But why? That’s just unnecessary responsibility…” Wriothesley sighed, rubbing his temples. This was the 3rd time this month you’ve brought up this topic. Was he that incompetent in terms of filling his role as your significant other? Perhaps not with the never-ending paperwork. Oh, how he wished people would just stop committing crimes. “I get lonely in the Fortress…I want a child.” You put forth your point by using the term ’ child’. Child, dog same thing. You hoped to finally convince him this time.

“We have Sigewinne.” Wriothesley pointed at the head nurse prepping tea in the room with the back of his pen. “I am sorry, Your Grace but playing the role of the child is out of my job description.” The Melusine replied indifferently, pouring freshly seeped tea into the three cups. “Fine, we will go get one…I’ll schedule a meeting with the owner of the pet shelter. Happy?” He asked you, chin resting on his palm. Perhaps getting a dog was a good idea as he was guilty of being unable to spend quality time with you… “No way…” “Isn’t that..?” “The Duke of the Meropide–” “He rarely appears in public..” Wriothesley held out the door to the shelter for you, hoping you would go in and it would finally save him from the gaze of curious onlookers. The two of you walked in, only to be pounced upon by a big dog. “Kal! You sly dog! I knew I shouldn’t have let you out!” The caretaker yelled at the big ball of black fur who had tackled Wriothesley to the floor and was aggressively licking his face, tail wagging in delight. “Are you okay?” You asked your fallen husband, who just chuckled in response. “I am good just– Okay stop! I understand your gesture of love.” Wriothesley got up as the dog encircled him. “This one is so adorable…” you gasped at the cuteness radiating from the dog and its big brown eyes. “You’ve got a keen eye! This is Kal, Shiloh Shepard, one of the finest dogs out there.” The caretaker combed her fingers through the thick and groomed black coat of the canine. “He seems to have taken a liking to the Duke.” The caretaker continued as the dog ran back to Wriothesley, peppering his face with licks. “He even looks like you.” You teased as Wriothesley stared at you in disbelief. You did not just compare him to a dog…he even did a double take at the dog to confirm. “We will take this one then…” He chuckled in amusement. Never had he imagined marrying you and on top of that getting a four-legged beast. Needless to say, Wriothesley proudly walked out of the shelter, holding the big dog in his hands like a child. It felt complete ever since getting Kal; like your own little family. Wriothesley wouldn’t admit it but he loved the dog, despite it hogging all of your love and attention. He didn’t expect to be fighting over cuddling rights with a dog!? 

He watched you and Kal sleep peacefully on the couch, keeping him company while he finished up his work. He felt a sense of gratitude…people of the Fortress knew little of the crime he once committed. The only one who still remembers it like yesterday is Wriothesley himself. And no matter how much glory or repute he has earned, he still considers himself to be the same old Wriothesley he's always known.Neither a good person nor a complete villain. He's just another soul, still living on in this world. However, your eyes always reassured him in ways he couldn’t describe. Everything was perfect…

[Name]!! YOURDAMN DOG PISSED ON MY COAT!! Maybe not that perfect…whoops.

NEUVILLETTE 🌊

PRODUCT NAME: HELPING THE OTHER DRESS.

Monsieur Neuvillette, The Iudex of Fontaine, always wondered how his life had come to this. 500 years of serving his position as the Beacon of Justice, a lovely, beaming baker somehow broke the monotony. Well, calling you just a baker was now an insult. With your ring finger bejewelled, with one of the rarest gems– an ode to his undying loyalty and representation of his eternal love. “It’s astounding how a covert mission conducted by melusines could’ve landed someone such as myself a lady like her…” He muttered to himself, seeing his full form in the mirror. “Talking to yourself, again?” You leaned against the door frame, lopsidedly smiling at the peculiar antics of Fontaine’s most distinguished man. “Ah, apologies…I didn’t think you would notice me conversing with myself. Now I find myself in a rather awkward predicament.” He chuckled. Dear god, this man was so beautiful that his beauty was almost blinding with the morning sun perfectly hitting his face.

“Say ah,” You requested and he complied. Who better to take constructive criticism from other than your husband? “New filling?” He covered his mouth while chewing on the croissant. “Yup, how is it? I was experimenting with some Rainbow Roses and these Inazuman berries I bought.” You blinked curiously, waiting for some input. “Hmm it is very pleasant, it is fascinating how you manage to maintain the freshness of the fruit…” You smiled at his compliment, before noticing him struggling with the jabot around his neck. “Need help?” You offered and he nodded his head. “This is absurd..it usually isn’t this difficult.” He frustrated replied, it was amusing to see the cool and collected man all worked up about clothing. “I suggest simplifying your outfit.” You attached the jabot and secured it in with the teardrop brooch, fixing the ruffles. 

“Thank you. I do prefer my outfit as it conveys the message I wish for it to convey.” He explained before staring at you. You knew that look, he looked at you with his eyebrows slightly creased when he was hesitating from saying something. “What is it?” “Do I get a goodbye kiss before I leave?” “Pfft! I didn’t think you would take that seriously!” Conclusion: this man was wayyy to cute.

Neuvillette is a solitary person. Neuvillette is not known for his personal desires.

He was deemed as someone with unassailable impartiality. If only they knew that perhaps the Iudex was just a wee bit biased.

a/n 2.0: the crust will come off...hopefully. i wonder if it's possible to guess which one of them is my favourite??

don't steal, copy, plagiarise, or translate.

©definitelysel

[lilislegacy]

So here’s the thing: Percy is my guy. I’ll defend him till the day I die. I adore everything about him, and you guys know that. So this post might shock you because I’m about to call the fuck out of him.

I am so SICK of receiving ask after ask after comment after ask about Annabeth being the only goddamn issue in their relationship, meanwhile Percy gets made out to be some saint. You want to call out Percabeth? You want to be all heroic and talk about bad behavior? Allow me to join you! Let’s fucking talk about it!

The number one thing people complain about in their relationship: Annabeth making jokes about his intelligence. But let’s actually talk about this: we all know Percy is extremely intelligent, but why are we so hellbent on denying it when he DOES act like an idiot most of the time? Like, why is Percy saying things like he can’t tie his shoes or phrasing stuff to Annabeth like an 8-year-old when he’s nearly a grown adult? And now tell me this. Why is it always on ANNABETH to translate and explain everything when we know Percy can figure stuff out for himself? Why is it always on ANNABETH to make the plan? Why is it always on ANNABETH to figure out how to fix things that Percy and Grover usually messed up? 

After Wrath of the Triple Goddess, I spent so much time being angry at how Rick wrote Annabeth bossing Percy around. But then I took a step back and realized: it’s because he also writes Percy as always being so heavily reliant on Annabeth when she’s there. Instead of asking, “Why is Annabeth acting like his mom?” why isn’t anyone ever fucking asking, “Why does Annabeth feel like she HAS to act like his mom?” Because she doesn’t act that way with people like Thalia, Jason, or Reyna. So why is her boyfriend putting her in a position where she feels like she has to explain everything to him and tell him what to do?

You know, in The Demigod Diaries, Annabeth says she’s always known Percy isn’t dumb and that he’s actually very intelligent—but that he just ACTS super dumb. Then she says she thinks Percy does it just to annoy her. Annabeth has called Percy smart on several occasions—including one of my favorite moments in MoA where she calls him brilliant and kisses him—and yet she still makes those comments about his intelligence. So considering all that, let's think about it. Have you ever met someone who’s super smart but acts so dumb that they actually convince themselves they’re dumb? It’s infuriating. So imagine how that must feel to a daughter of Athena. And don’t you dare go, “Well, it’s because of Percy’s childhood and his abuse…” because Annabeth is ALSO fucked up from her childhood and suffered from abuse, but that doesn’t ever excuse HER, I guess. So why does Percy get a pass? 

Oh right, I forgot: because we must always blame the woman for “nagging” and “being controlling.” Silly me for forgetting.

It’s ALWAYS “God Annabeth is so controlling all the time” and NEVER “how come Percy puts Annabeth in a position where she always HAS to take charge and keep things under control?” How come he low-key DOES act dumb and useless (and then complains about it) when they both know damn well he can be smart and resourceful when he wants to? Let me guess. “He’s insecure 😔😔.” YEAH, NO SHIT, SHERLOCK. So being insecure makes it all okay? Because Annabeth NEVER gets that benefit of the doubt. Or let me guess, “It’s Rick’s fault for writing him that way” okay cool, well then it’s ALSO Rick’s fault for writing Annabeth the way she is. You don’t get to pick and choose.

(Quick pause—does anyone else feel like Rick finally started writing Percy as a confident, secure, and assertive person in Heroes of Olympus—and found it so refreshing—only for Percy to regress back into his self-hating, insecure 12-year-old self again in the new books? Because it’s infuriating to me that he lost that character development. Anyway… resuming discussion.)

People are always so worried about Percy feeling inferior in their relationship, but never about Annabeth feeling frustrated when Percy doesn't act like the equally contributing partner that she knows he can be (and that he is a lot of the time). I mean, we know from her POV in MoA that Annabeth tends to feel like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders and has to figure things out for everyone else. And that she feels useless sometimes because everyone else, especially Percy, has all these amazing powers, and all Annabeth has to contribute is her knowledge. And yet, when she "shows off" with her intelligence, it's a "superiority complex?"

And another hot topic: Anti-Percabethers are always talking about Annabeth “bullying” and “physically abusing” Percy. (Despite him never feeling pain, flinching, or even expressing an ounce of discontent—in fact after she judo-flipped him, he laughed and smiled). And yet they never seem to want to talk about the fact that Percy has made Annabeth cry and been extremely insensitive to her on several occasions. And you wanna talk about physical violence? Let’s talk about how Sally, Paul, and Annabeth were all extremely nervous and tense when telling Percy that Sally was pregnant. You know why? It’s explained that they’re scared because his temper is brutal and they never know how he’s going to react—because he previously blew out the pipes of the entire apartment building when he got upset about something. How come everybody is SO worried about Annabeth playfully smacking his shoulder and him not caring, but NOBODY wants to talk about the fact that Annabeth is scared of making Percy mad because he can’t fucking control his temper or keep the world around him from blowing up? This is the guy who’s been kicked out of military schools for fighting. This is the guy who’s thrown his skateboard into a wall out of rage. This is the guy who got so mad at a goddess that he got pleasure out of torturing her. I’m not saying he’s wrong for any of that, but I am saying that Annabeth has never once done something like that.

Let’s talk about Piper’s perspective of him. I used to hate Piper because she was critical of Percy, but then I grew up. She is one of the few people who actually gives us an unbiased view of him, and you know what she says? She says she doesn’t know how Annabeth deals with Percy because Annabeth is constantly having to keep him under control. Annabeth keeps him from attacking/yelling at Leo after the canon incident. She has to diffuse his stupid, pointless “who’s is bigger” competition with Jason. She’s not there to keep him from pissing off Bacchus, and Percy rapidly escalates the situation and nearly screws them all over. I mean, in Wrath of the Triple Goddess, she had to tactfully handle him after Grover drank the strawberry potion because Percy was so angry that he was literally shaking (and btw Annabeth had to figure out the plan to fix everything that time, too). When she’s not there, Percy talks back to gods and superiors and gets everyone around him into bad situations with his temper and disobedience. Annabeth CONSTANTLY has to calm him down and keep him from losing his shit. Do you know how exhausting that must be??

So tell me—why is the blame ALWAYS on the woman here? Why is Percy made out to be some poor, abused wittle baby being picked on by big bad Annabeth? He’s a big boy. A grown man now, even. He is the most powerful demigod alive. He can fucking take care of himself, and so can Annabeth.

If you don’t want to like Percabeth? That’s fine. If you don’t want to like Annabeth? That’s fine. But STOP making it out as if Annabeth is the only one who causes problems in their relationship and Percy is completely innocent. Percy is just as bad—arguably worse, actually. Because despite everyone saying how bad Annabeth is to Percy, he never actually gets hurt, scared, or offended by her. Meanwhile, Annabeth HAS cried because of Percy’s words AND has been scared of him and his temper. So… what the FUCK?? How is Annabeth the one being villainized here??

Now, I can actively defend every single thing Percy has done. I love him for his flaws and they make him such a complex character. And I can do and say the same thing about Annabeth, but for some reason that’s “excusing bad behavior.” I love them both and think they are extraordinary people who’ve been dealt really crappy hands. They deal with things the best way that they can in the moment. But they BOTH mess up and hurt each other, and they BOTH have things to work on. They are very flawed characters, and we can point out and discuss those flaws while also being fond of those flaws because it makes them more realistic. 

Now, some of you might be thinking, “Lili, I thought you loved Percy and Percabeth.” I do. I love them so much that I pretty much have a whole blog dedicated to them. But I don’t love them because I think they’re perfect. I love them because, despite being extremely flawed, they make each other better. They love each other unconditionally. They build each other up and protect each other in the darkest of times.

They are best friends. They are battle partners. They are lovers. They are warriors. They are heroes. They are EQUALS. But they are NOT perfect. Not even a little. And their ability to overcome and work through those imperfections together is what makes them so extraordinary.

And yet, when Percy plays dumb, it’s blamed on Rick’s bad writing and excused as him being insecure because of his abuse. When Annabeth calls him out for it and jokes about it, she gets called an awful person who doesn’t value him. And when Percy loses his temper and acts out and gets everyone into bad situations, he’s excused because he inherited Poseidon’s temper and he can’t help it. But when Annabeth is extremely prideful and acts like she’s smarter than other people (which she inherited from Athena) she’s a selfish bitch who thinks she’s better than anyone else? 

How does that make any fucking sense? 

If you want to criticize Percabeth, criticize both of them. But don’t keep doing this “selective reading” bullshit so you can see Annabeth as the villain when she spends half her life cleaning up Percy’s messes and taking care of him. Percy is extraordinary and I adore him, but he is not a “saint” for “dealing with Annabeth.” He is damn lucky to have her, just like she's damn lucky to have him. 

Either be honest about both their flaws and cut it out with the double standards, or don’t bother pretending you care about the truth at all.

[theseinfernalangels]

Rest Up — Bodhi Durran ⛈️

Synopsis: After non-stop training and combat, Bodhi managed to convince you to crash for the night and lets you sleep in. Xaden is a little wary at first, but luckily, your lover makes for an excellent advocate. (Marked!Reader)

Includes: Fluff fluff fluff, eepy lovers, established relationship, Bodhi being his girl’s no. 1 defender, Xaden being a little prissy for just a sec, Platonic!Xaden. Takes place in between Iron Flame and Onyx Storm.

A/N: This was not something I planned to write lol; this actually came from a short conversation between me and @she-whatshername under one of her posts! Also we love to see Platonic!Xaden – people need to write him more as someone’s friend. Unedited because I’m tired lol.

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An inhale followed by a low groan tells you that Bodhi is awake and ready for action at the crack of dawn. You should be, too – but aches lingering in your joints from the previous night prevent you from moving even an inch.

        It’s strange. Usually, you’re up and bound to seize the day even before the sun dominates the sky. Your attitude and responsibility is what earned you your role as Wingleader. But, cuddled up next to Bodhi, you can’t find it in you to actually care.

        Warm hands glide over your waist and settle over your stomach, and the next thing you know, you’re being pulled closer – if that’s even possible – into Bodhi’s hold. His lips dip and rest close to the top of your spine, right where the relic of your dragon, Spéir, comes to a head.

        “Hey, you,” he mumbles into your skin, sending a little chill through you. “You’re not up and at ‘em yet?”

        Your eyes aren’t even open yet, your words slightly slurred as you reply. 

        “No,” you reply. “I…Don’t think I can, right now. Everything still hurts after yesterday.”

        Yesterday. Bodhi lets out a soft ah of understanding. The previous day had proved nothing but troublesome for you, between the usual non-stop training you led combined with what could have been a fatal wyvern attack for you and your friends. Even after that, with blood dripping from your face and exhaustion singing in your bones, you still hadn’t relented and went straight back to training. Bodhi had been pissed.

Now, in retrospect, you realized he’d had a point; Spéir had gotten injured in yesterday’s battle, and by extension, you were suffering, too – but when had that ever slowed you down?

Here in your lover’s arms, though, you supposed you could be convinced to take a break.

He dips his head down and peppers a trail of kisses across the width of your shoulders. “Don’t even think about getting up right now. You need to rest.”

For once in your life, you don’t argue. “Wasn’t gonna. I feel like I just got bowled over by a loose cannon.”

You hear a quiet laugh leave his throat, and you let out a soft whine of protest when he starts to shift up and away from you.

“‘M sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaning back down to press another kiss on your arm, right over your Rebellion Relic. The gentle brush of his lips against the mark sends a spark down your spine. “Xaden will understand if you don’t show up for formation. I don’t get that luxury.”

You snort half-heartedly. “Probably not. Jus’ tell him not to kick my ass yet; he can get the privilege once I don’t feel like shit.”

You grin weakly when you hear Bodhi bark out a laugh. You’re not looking at him, but you know exactly how he’s looking at you right now: Head tilted, eyes half-lidded, with a soft smile spread across his devastatingly-handsome face. He always looks at you like you’re the one that beckons the sun into the sky everyday, like you’re some kind of miracle that needs to be treasured at all costs. He’d probably look at you like that even if you were the sun, eyesight be damned.

“Alright,” he says, his voice clear and gentle. “Go back to sleep, love. I’ll come wake you up later, and we’ll see if a healer can do anything for you.”

You don’t even say anything back. You fell back into sleep faster than he could get his words out.

He chuckles quietly to himself. “Cute.”

༊*·˚ *ੈ

Xaden knows something is up when Bodhi shows up at formation without you.

It’s not in his cousin’s nature to ever be alone; usually, he’ll be with Xaden, a friend, or another squad member. If not them, then it’s you. When it’s not you…He doesn’t even know. Nothing bothered Bodhi Durran more than to be alone.

He simply raises an eyebrow at his cousin when he approaches. “Where the hell is Levine?”

Bodhi falls into place beside Xaden, not missing a beat. “Lovely to see you, too, on this fine morning,” he says dryly. “Nice weather we’re having.”

Xaden doesn’t smile. It’s not only unlike his cousin to be alone, but it’s certainly unlike you to not be one of the first ones there. “What happened?”

The younger boy falls silent for a second before he sighs. “I told her to go back to sleep. Everything that happened yesterday took a toll on her, and she’s not feeling too well.”

A small part of Xaden warms at his cousin’s words. Trust the boy to be able to convince you, one of the most stubborn Wingleaders, to stay in for a day for a break. It’s more impressive that he was able to get you into bed at all, but his eyebrows still furrow. “Are you…Coddling her? She’s woken up in worse situations, you know.”

He’s slightly surprised when Bodhi’s gaze snaps over to his, and they make even eye contact that borders on…something challenging.

“I’m aware,” the younger man says, his voice growing firm. “But you saw her out there yesterday. She fought harder than anyone out there, even when Spéir got hurt. And you know what? She still oversaw sparring and Battle Brief before I could even think about getting her to a healer.”

His voice lowers. “I’m not coddling her, Xaden. She doesn’t need me to do that. She’s a grown, respectable woman. I’m making sure the love of my life doesn’t burn herself out just because she likes to overwork herself. Don’t pretend you wouldn’t do the same for Violet.”

Xaden has a sharp retort for Bodhi on the tip of his tongue, but he falters at the mention of Violet. He can’t really argue with that, he realizes. He would – and has – done the exact same thing for the woman. Multiple times, actually. Xaden may be a petty man, but he’ll be damned if he ever chooses hypocrisy for the sake of making a point. 

Loosing a sigh, the older man relents with a nod. “...You got me there,” he admits. “But this will be a one-time thing, Durran. She’s in charge of too much for multiple days off.”

Bodhi’s protective front fades a little, and one of his usual charming smiles graces his face. “I know,” he says. “I could barely convince her to come to bed last night. You know she’d rather be stabbed than take a breather.”

Xaden mutters in agreement. It was honestly a little concerning how hard and often you worked – But, then again, he wouldn’t dare complain. He knew you had your reasons, and for every ounce of respect you’d shown him over the years, then he’d do the same for you in a heartbeat…Even if he wouldn’t admit that to anyone outside his circle

“Get in formation,” he orders quickly. “If you can, wake her up in a few hours. I’m sure Cadet Kiyoko is working today, if you can catch her before her break.”

He doesn’t miss Bodhi’s eyeroll, but he chooses to let it slide. “Aye, Your Highness.”

༊*·˚ *ੈ

The hallway is mostly silent by the time Xaden slinks up to the door to Bodhi’s room. It wouldn’t take a genius to know that you hadn’t bothered going back to your own room; in fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if his cousin had just picked you up and hauled you over his shoulder to his bed. It wasn’t out of character. Xaden had seen the former do it enough times to know where the two of you would end up every time.

He leans against the wall, his eyes sliding over the door. Bodhi was always a little too eager with wards, as if he only ever wanted the two of you to be in his room at any given time. Oh, well. It wasn’t like Xaden wasn’t the exact same way with him and his weapon of a girlfriend.

He can’t get into Bodhi’s room right now – not when you’re in there – but Xaden is lucky to have a way around that. Lips twitching, he points a finger and watches a tendril of shadow slither under the door and into the room. The sudden absence of sunlight from under the threshold tells him everything he needs to know: The room, probably blazing in glorious Aretian sunlight, is now dimmed, allowing you to sleep without too much of a disturbance.

The man silently commands the shadow to stay and then stalks away, making sure nobody sees him turning out of the corridor.

Bodhi was fantastic at taking care of you – but Xaden, for all the love and light you’ve given his cousin throughout the past few years, would always oblige to do the same. It was only fair.

[throatgoat4u]

breakfast

word count: 10k

summary: matt moves to la and ghosts you, breaking your heart, but when the opportunity arises, you decide to get your revenge

warnings: emotional abuse, psychological manipulation, gaslighting, toxic relationships, exploitation of vulnerability, heavy emotional distress

a/n: guys this might be a long read...... also this is for @bernardsbendystraws song writing challenge thingy. i'm actually shocked i was able to even write this cause like i'm lazy and procrastinate a lot and the fact that the challenge had a deadline too?!?! i'm amazed. i worked pretty hard on this one and i think this just might be one of my favorite things i've written. ps and by the way, i will be calling the reader cherry in this so that's what people will call her and what she introduces herself as! also one last detail, this doesn't happen in the span of like a few weeks or like 1-2 months, this story takes place in the span of like almost a year. so yeah... enjoy!

toodles sluts :)

matthew bernard sturniolo.

god, you couldn’t stand the man. but looking at him now, his life a complete mess, there was nothing sweeter. and the best part? it was all because of you.

four years ago, the two of you were in high school. you and matt had this sort of relationship where you did practically everything like a couple—going on dates, giving gifts, whispering sweet nothings to each other, cuddling, kissing, the pda, fucking—but you were never actually official. matt didn’t do labels until he was sure. and you, like the naive girl you were, went right along with it, telling him you’d wait until he was ready.

he had promised you the world, swore up and down that you were the only one who truly understood him. it’s you and me against the world, baby. one day, i’m gonna marry you, you know that? but they were all lies. lies, lies, lies. the only thing that high school failure was good at was lying—and making it sound so convincing. and you? you had been dumb enough to believe every word.

when you two graduated, he left for la to pursue youtube with his brothers, and naturally, he fed you more lies. baby, i’ll come visit you every few months. we’ll call and text every single day, i swear. i’d never leave you, you know that, right? i love you.

it still astonished you how easily those words had slipped from his lips, how effortlessly he could say them without meaning a damn thing. but the saddest part? you ate it all up like a starving man who hadn’t eaten in years. you believed every single word because—why wouldn’t you? he was the love of your life.

for a while after the move, you and matt stayed in touch, talking almost every second. ten-hour calls, facetime marathons, endless text messages—the works. but slowly, you noticed the shift. he started withdrawing, calling less, ending conversations quicker, taking longer to reply—or not replying at all. when he did, it was just to blow you off. i’m busy. shit, sorry, next time. and you bought it. of course you did. he had just moved to la, and being an influencer wasn’t easy. you gave him the benefit of the doubt.  that was—until he just stopped. he never replied. all calls and texts went unanswered. he had ghosted you.

you were left utterly broken. he had promised you so, so much. you two were supposed to spend the rest of your lives together. you were supposed to be endgame.

but the wallowing didn’t last long.

one day, you opened instagram to find a post—matt shamelessly making out with some girl at a party. a flood of emotions hit you all at once. sadness, confusion, hurt, betrayal. but most of all—anger.

how could you have been so blind? you gave him everything. your time, your trust, your heart. and he threw it all away like it was nothing.

you weren’t going to let it slide.

so you started planning.

now, four years later, you executed it perfectly. it wasn’t easy—oh no, it was tedious. every step had to work seamlessly for the next to fall into place. one wrong move and the entire plan would collapse.

and what plan exactly?

well, in theory, it was a very simple nine-phase plan. you didn’t even mean for the tenth phase to happen, but it did.

phase one: move to la

this was easy. you had finished college with a degree in fashion marketing, and job offers from la weren’t exactly uncommon. all you had to do was pick the highest-paying, most reputable one, and you were on your way.

you settled into the city faster than you expected. the air was thick with ambition, the streets buzzing with influencers and socialites desperate to be seen. it was a world fueled by image, where clout mattered more than character. and if you played your cards right, it was a world where you could thrive.

phase one: complete

phase two: befriend an influencer (preferably one with connections to matt, preferably tara yummy)

why tara yummy? simple. she threw some of the biggest parties in la, meaning tons of other influencers—some of whom could have connections to matt—would be there.

befriending tara? well, that was a process. you had to admit, you stooped to some pretty unethical and borderline pathetic measures to make it happen. and all for what? revenge on a boy. pathetic.

still, you stalked her obsessively, tracking where she would be and when. you knew her schedule for every day of the week—surprising, right? like, tara yummy having an actual schedule? technically, no. but she did go to the same coffee shop every day at exactly 12:43 p.m.

why 12:43? who the fuck cares? as long as you could follow her to her next location, you were fine with whatever time she picked for her little coffee rendezvous.

saturday, february 15, 12:42 p.m.

you were parked outside the coffee shop, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel, the hum of the engine filling the silence. your eyes flickered to the time on your phone.

what if she decided to go somewhere else today? what if something came up? had you picked the wrong day?

then, at exactly 12:44, you spotted her—rushing inside, her oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, phone in one hand, car keys in the other.

you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding, watching as she ordered her iced oat milk shaken espresso with one pump white mocha, one pump caramel, light cinnamon powder, and vanilla sweet cream cold foam. (don’t ask.)

when she finally got her coffee and walked out, you turned on your car, keeping an eye on her as she made her way back to hers. now, all that was left was to follow her—hopefully to somewhere public where "accidentally" running into her wouldn’t be suspicious.

you waited a few moments before pulling out behind her, keeping a safe distance—close enough to track her, but not close enough to look like you were tailing her.

she drove for about ten minutes before pulling into target’s parking lot.

your eyes lit up almost instantly. perfect.

you parked a few spots away on the opposite side, ensuring a clear view of her. watching carefully, you waited until she stepped out of her car and started toward the entrance before making your move.

inside, you immediately noticed—no basket.

an idea formed in your head.

you trailed behind her, watching as she browsed the aisles, picking up items—a blanket, a book, some makeup, shampoo, conditioner—until her hands were completely full. she stumbled a bit, dropping things occasionally.

this was it. your chance.

you turned down an aisle, walking toward her while she unknowingly walked in your direction. just as you neared her, you looked down at your phone—pretending not to see her—before crashing right into her.

her things tumbled to the floor, and you let your phone slip from your hands for added effect.

"oh my god! i-i’m so sorry, are you okay?" you asked, putting on the best fake concerned voice you could.

she looked up at you and smiled. "yeah, no, i’m okay. how about you?"

"i-i’m fine, don’t worry about me. i’m so, so sorry again. i should’ve been paying attention."

"hey, no, don’t be sorry. it wasn’t really your fault. hell, it wasn’t really either of our faults," she said, laughing as she bent down to pick up her stuff. but you beat her to it.

"no, here, let me get that for you," you said, gathering her things. as you handed them back, you put on a puzzled expression. "wait, you don’t have a basket?"

she shook her head, and you tsked softly before placing each item into yours.

"what are you—" she began, but you cut her off.

"no, it’s okay. i didn’t really have anything in my basket anyway. it’d probably be more useful to you," you said, handing it to her.

she smiled, taking it from you. "stop, thank you so much, you’re so sweet."

"no, stop. it’s really nothing, i don’t mind," you replied, playing it off casually. then, after a brief pause, you added, "oh, and by the way, you’re like… really, really pretty."

"o.m.g. shut up. like, actually. you’re too sweet," she giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"no, i’m dead serious. you’re gorgeous."

"well, you too. like, oh god, you look like one of those really hot girls i see who just seem so unapproachable and intimidating," she mused, eyeing you up and down.

"why, thank you," you replied with the kindest smile you could muster. "sorry if this interaction is kinda awkward… i’m new to la and sort of looking to make friends." you lowered your voice a little, trying to sound just the right amount of shy.

her eyes widened, and her mouth parted slightly. "well, consider me your first friend. i’m tara."

"…cherry," you responded.

"nice to meet you, cherry. c’mon. you’ll be walking with me now," she smiled, grabbing your hand and dragging you along.

phase two: complete.

phase three: get invited to a tara event

over the next few weeks, you spent most of your time with tara, considering she was your only friend.

you went shopping together, got your nails done, hit the gym, had spa days, and she even showed you all the best clubs and bars in la. the two of you really hit it off, and it kinda made you feel bad that you were using her. kinda.

wednesday, march 5, 2:54 pm

you and tara were sitting on her bed, planning out her next big party. but this party wasn’t just any party—it was for you. she wanted to throw an event so you could branch out and meet new people because, being a loner in la? yeah, no, you weren’t going to let that happen. especially not with your plan in motion. if you stayed invisible, everything would be ruined. matt would win, and you'd lose once again.

"so, um… tara… how big is this party going to be, exactly?" you asked, carefully faking a nervous tone as you sat cross-legged on her bed, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. you needed to convince her you were an introvert. playing that part would help you blend into the background and make it easier to focus on your real goal.

tara barely looked up from her phone, scrolling through pinterest, tapping on various pins as she pulled ideas for the event. “well, i’m inviting the usual crowd, so it won’t be too big,” she replied casually. “just enough to get the party vibes right.”

"right..." you sighed, casting a quick glance at the laptop screen, pretending to chew your lip nervously. your act was flawless, but the truth was, you weren’t anxious about being around people—you were just anxious about matt. you knew him all too well, and if he didn’t show up, everything would fall apart. matt was a big homebody, after all. if he didn’t come, you’d have a much harder time achieving your goal.

you needed to know exactly who matt would hang around at the party, and that meant focusing on his closest friends. it was a given that he'd stick close to his girlfriend, macy, but you had to make sure you pinpointed the others—the ones who would be your best shot at making things happen.

the two of you spent the rest of the day bouncing ideas around for the party. tara wanted to host it at her place, and you both decided on a theme—black, white, and a rich, dark red. it was bold, dramatic—something that would definitely make a statement.

tara had already invited a ton of people. for her, it was just another night to throw a party, another chance to be around her usual influencer crowd. but for you, this was more than just a party. this was the perfect opportunity to get closer to matt's friends and, eventually, get closer to matt himself—so you could finally tear him down.

“so, who all did you invite?” you asked, trying to sound casual, but your mind was already mentally listing off everyone who might be there.

tara smirked, eyes flicking up from her phone as she responded, “oh, you know, the usual bunch. larray, quen, carrington, jake, johnnie… some of the other la influencers. then, of course, there’s the triplets—matt, chris, and nick.”

you nodded along, your expression neutral, though internally, you were bracing yourself. you already knew the triplets, of course. but this party wasn’t about them. it was about the other people who would be there.

“that’s a lot of people,” you said, trying to keep your voice light, but your mind was already working overtime. “what’s the vibe like with everyone? how do they all mix?”

tara shrugged nonchalantly as she tapped away at her phone, her attention already shifting back to the planning. “honestly, they’re all chill. some can be a little extra—like, really extra—but nothing you can’t handle. you’ll fit right in. just make sure you make an entrance, you know?”

you gave her a knowing smile, nodding along, though your mind was elsewhere. you weren’t here to fit in. you were here to observe, to learn who matt’s closest friends were, to subtly insert yourself into their world. and then, you’d take him down. piece by piece, without him even realizing it.

this party was just the beginning.

phase three: complete

phase four: figure out just who’s in matt’s inner circle

you looked in the mirror as you fixed your hair, making sure everything was just right. the tight black dress hugged your hips in all the right places, the slit riding high enough to leave barely anything to the imagination. your hair was perfectly blown out, sleek and cascading down your back like silk. but still, something was missing.

your eyes landed on the red lipstick sitting on the vanity. you grabbed it, uncapping it with a flick of your wrist before carefully applying it to your lips. the deep, sultry shade coated them perfectly, adding just the right amount of boldness to complete the look.

perfect.

you pressed your lips together, ensuring the color was flawless. now, you were ready.

tara walked into the room, and her jaw practically hit the floor. her eyes widened as she took you in, her gaze trailing from your perfectly blown-out hair to the curve-hugging black dress and the deep red lipstick that added just the right amount of danger.

“oh my god.” her voice was barely above a whisper before it quickly turned into an excited squeal. “cherry, you look stunning! you might’ve just been my lesbian awakening because what the fuck?!?” she said, walking toward you with wide eyes.

you giggled, rolling your eyes as you turned slightly to check yourself in the mirror one last time. “oh, shut up,” you mumbled, but the slight flush on your cheeks betrayed you.

“no, no, i’m being dead serious.” she placed her hands on her hips, giving you an exaggerated once-over. “like, i cannot believe you’ve been hiding this version of you. you look gorgeous.”

“thanks, t,” you murmured softly, your lips tugging into a small, satisfied smile. but before you could revel in the compliment for too long, tara’s expression shifted.

“but,” she said, her tone a little more serious now, “i actually came up here to tell you a lot of people are here now. i know you’re not the party type, but… it’s your party. you need to come down.”

you almost laughed out loud at that. not the party type? oh, if only she knew. at least you’d done a good enough job convincing her that you were shy and reserved. it was all part of the plan.

“yeah, yeah, i know,” you mumbled, tugging your dress down ever so slightly, playing up the nervous act just a bit longer. “can… can you come with me? and maybe… stay with me? i don’t really want to be alone with so many people around.” your voice was soft, almost timid, as if the idea of walking into a crowded room made you anxious.

tara’s features softened instantly, her eyes filling with warmth as she gave you a reassuring smile. “of course i’ll stay with you,” she said, reaching out to squeeze your hand gently. “i won’t leave you alone for a single moment tonight, ‘kay?”

you nodded, offering her a small, grateful smile as you took a deep breath.

perfect.

you followed tara as she began to walk out of the room, her arm loosely linked with yours as the two of you made your way downstairs. the muffled bass of the music grew louder with each step, the sounds of laughter and conversation drifting through the hallway.

as you reached the bottom of the stairs, you scanned the room quickly, your mind already working.

the party was in full swing. influencers, tiktokers, and la’s finest were scattered everywhere, drinks in hand and smiles plastered on their faces.

but you weren’t interested in any of them.

your eyes swept the crowd, zeroing in on the people who mattered most. matt’s friends.

they weren’t hard to spot. matt—whenever he did decide to show up at events like these—always stuck close to the people he felt most comfortable with. usually, that meant nick, chris, and a couple of his closest friends. and tonight was no different.

one person caught your eye almost immediately. larray.

he was laughing, completely immersed in whatever conversation he was having. matt had never looked happier in a group of people and it was sort of like a stab to your heart but you quickly shook the feeling off, refocusing on the small group that surrounded matt. nick, chris, larray… and macy.

macy. matt’s new girlfriend.

the girl who had everything you ever wanted.

she was perched right beside him, her hand casually resting on his arm like it belonged there. she looked so comfortable, so secure in her place next to him. it made your stomach turn.

but not with sadness.

with determination.

there they were—laughing, chatting, blissfully unaware that they were about to become pawns in your little game.

but timing was everything.

you weren’t about to make your move too soon. not when there was so much at stake. so, for now, you waited.

you stuck close to tara, mingling with other guests and keeping up appearances. you laughed at jokes, smiled at compliments, and made small talk with influencers you barely cared about. to anyone watching, you looked like you were just another girl trying to blend into la’s social scene.

but your focus never strayed too far.

your eyes flicked back to matt’s group every chance you got, tracking their every move without being obvious.

nick and chris were in their usual spots, close to matt but engaged in their own conversations. larray was his usual vibrant self, effortlessly making everyone around him laugh. and macy… well, she was glued to matt’s side, just as expected.

you kept waiting, biding your time as the night dragged on.

and then, finally, it happened.

matt, nick, and chris stepped away, heading toward the backyard—probably to get some air or escape the chaos for a moment.

perfect.

your heart pounded in your chest as you took a deep breath, steadying yourself.

“tara,” you murmured softly, leaning closer so only she could hear, “i’m gonna go grab another drink. be right back.”

“want me to come with?” she asked, her eyes flickering toward the crowded bar area.

“nah,” you smiled, shaking your head. “i’ll be fine.”

she nodded, giving you an encouraging smile before turning back to her conversation.

and with that, you made your move.

your eyes locked onto larray, who was still standing near the bar, chatting and laughing with a few other people.

game on.

you made your way to the bar, grabbing some random drink that had been left unattended, and started to move toward larray. you made sure to stumble a bit, really selling the whole oops, i’m tipsy act. when you were close enough, you “tripped,” falling forward and spilling your drink all over him.

“shit. my bad. i didn’t mean to do that. i’m so sorry. are you alright?” you asked frantically, eyes darting around for anything to help. you spotted a napkin nearby and quickly handed it to him.

“yeah, i’m okay. chill, girl, damn!” he said, laughing it off as he wiped the drink off his shirt, giving you a playful side-eye.

“gosh, i’m sorry. i might be a little more drunk than i thought. i usually don’t trip over my feet like this,” you mumbled, shifting nervously.

“bitch, it’s okay. i promise, it’s not that deep. my clothes will dry.”

“yeah, i know. but i still feel bad.”

“well, don’t.” he waved you off, flashing you that bright, easy smile. “anyways, i’ve never seen you ‘round. you new here or what?”

“uh, yeah. i moved to la about a month ago for my job.”

he hummed, grabbing his drink off the table and taking a sip. “what do you do?”

“i actually work in fashion marketing.”

his eyes widened instantly, his interest clearly piqued. “wait, so like… do you get all the tea on the brands? tell me everything.”

you giggled softly, shaking your head. “sadly, not yet. i just started. but, trust me, you’ll be the first to know when they let me in on all the juicy shit.”

“you better.” he gave you a pointed look, but his grin was playful.

“cross my heart.” you smirked, making a little x over your chest.

“mm, i like you already.” he gave you a wink before glancing around the room. “but, babe, why are you stuck talking to me when there’s a whole party happening?”

“honestly?” you shrugged, flashing him a sheepish smile. “you’re the most interesting person here.”

“aww, stop it, i’m blushing.” he fanned himself dramatically, making you laugh.

“seriously, though,” he leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice, “stick with me tonight, and i’ll make sure you have fun.”

perfect.

throughout the entire night, you stayed glued to larray’s side. he was the perfect guide to la’s influencer scene, introducing you to a lot of people—some of whom you already recognized from social media. but your focus wasn’t on them.

no, your interest was piqued when he introduced you to madison and quen.

it quickly became clear to you that they were probably the closest people to matt—along with larray.

you watched closely, noting the way they spoke about him, the way they laughed at inside jokes that only came from years of friendship. it was subtle, but the familiarity was there.

these were the people who mattered.

and they were exactly who you needed to get close to next.

you slipped seamlessly into conversation with them, playing up the charm and matching their energy effortlessly. it was easy, really—madison was sweet and warm, and quen? well, she was sharp, funny, and didn’t seem to take shit from anyone.

by the end of the night, you weren’t just some random girl who just moved to la. no, you were now on their radar.

the party came to a wrap and as you exchanged goodbyes and promises to hang out soon, you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself.

they had no idea what was coming.

phase four: complete.

phase five: get close to macy

you realized at the party that it wouldn’t have been a good idea to try and talk to macy because she didn’t leave matt’s side once, and matt would’ve immediately recognized you if he had seen you, which would’ve completely jeopardized the plan.

see, the thing is, macy is a model, and your agency just so happened to be looking for some new faces. after the party, you made sure to keep macy in the back of your mind because you knew it was only a matter of time before you’d be working with her in person. it wasn’t long before you got the chance—both of you were assigned to the same photoshoot for a big brand that the agency was promoting.

the first time you saw her in person, she was a lot quieter than you expected. maybe it was because she was surrounded by other models and people she worked with, but she didn’t seem nearly as outgoing as she came off on social media. you had no intention of just jumping in to get to know her right away, but you did make sure to get in a few casual hellos and comments about how excited you were to be working with her.

the shoot itself was long, and there were a lot of down moments while the crew set up shots or adjusted lighting, which gave you plenty of time to talk. you started by talking about the job itself—what it was like working with the agency, the constant hustle, and how draining it all could be. at first, macy wasn’t very open, giving you short answers, but you could tell she was warming up.

after a few hours of talking about everything from the industry to personal stuff, you noticed she seemed a little more relaxed around you. when the crew took a break, you casually offered to grab coffee with her, making sure it didn’t seem like you were trying too hard. macy agreed, and the two of you grabbed a quick coffee from a nearby shop.

over the next few weeks, you found more opportunities to work together, whether it was at another photoshoot or event. each time, you made sure to keep the conversation going, offering small, relatable advice about the industry and connecting on more personal levels. she started confiding in you more—about the pressure to maintain a certain image, the loneliness that came with constantly being on the go, and how hard it was to find genuine friends in a world full of fake ones.

you didn’t push her. you just listened, offering support when needed and being someone she could trust. eventually, she started to reach out to you first, asking for your opinion on various things, and you could tell she was beginning to see you as a friend, not just another coworker.

the real turning point came when the agency booked you both for a big event. during the event, things were relaxed enough that you had a chance to talk one-on-one. this was when you dropped the suggestion—about how your agency had been looking for fresh faces for future campaigns and how they were always interested in bringing in new talent. it was subtle, but effective. macy took the bait, and the next time you talked, she mentioned she’d been thinking about it and was considering taking the next step.

the seed had been planted. you’d gotten closer to her, built the trust, and now you had her in the perfect position. it wasn’t long before macy was fully onboard with the agency's next big campaign, and just like that, your plan was moving forward.

things were falling into place—slowly, but surely.

phase five: complete.

phase six: start spreading the rumors

now that you were getting closer to macy, madison, and quen, it was time to move to phase six of the plan: spreading rumors. subtle, harmless ones at first, ones that wouldn’t immediately seem like an attack, but that would eventually create tension in matt’s friend group. you knew matt’s friends well enough to know that they would start questioning his actions if the right things were said at the right time.

you decided to start with larray. after all, he was the easiest to get to. you’d spent a good amount of time with him, and he was an open book—always down to gossip and willing to listen. it didn’t take much for you to casually bring up the fact that you’d heard a little something about matt during one of your late-night conversations.

“so, like, i don’t know if i’m the only one who’s noticed, but…” you’d start, lowering your voice, like you were sharing some kind of secret. larray, always keen on gossip, would immediately lean in.

“what? spill it,” he’d say, raising an eyebrow.

you’d shake your head, pretending to hesitate. “it’s probably nothing, but i’ve been hearing stuff about matt… like, he’s been kinda distant lately. i don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but i heard he was kinda flaky at the last couple of events. like, not showing up or leaving early.”

larray’s expression would shift slightly, as though he was mulling it over, but he wouldn’t say much at first. you could tell he was processing the information. the next time he was hanging out with matt and the crew, he’d likely file that tidbit away in the back of his mind.

from there, you’d move on to madison. she was always more perceptive, more cautious about things, but you were good at working your way into people’s trust. one day, as you sat together, sipping your drinks, you’d casually bring up something you’d overheard.

“you know, i’ve noticed matt’s been kinda off lately. like, i don’t know if it’s just me, but he seems different. like, more withdrawn? you know, i’ve been hearing that he’s been talking behind people’s backs about his friends.”

madison would pause, taking a sip from her own drink, but her eyes would narrow just a little. “seriously? that doesn’t sound like him,” she’d say. “who’s he been talking about?”

“i mean, i don’t know if it’s about any one person specifically, but i’ve heard him say stuff about the larray before. not, like, bad stuff, but, like, you know, a little judgmental. he’s always got something to say when he’s not around, which is kinda weird, right?”

madison would probably just shrug it off at first, but you'd know that this type of gossip would linger in the back of her mind, especially when she started noticing the little things that seemed off in matt’s behavior.

last but not least, you’d work on quen. she was sharp, observant, and you knew that getting her to trust you enough to believe what you were saying would be a challenge. but you were up for it. your approach would be a little more direct with her.

one afternoon, you’d be hanging out, and you’d make sure to mention something that would start getting her wheels turning.

“i don’t know if you’ve noticed, but matt’s been acting really off lately. like, he’s not as, i don’t know, present? when he’s around the group, it’s like he’s just not… engaged. he’s distant. i heard him say some weird stuff about how he feels like he’s outgrown a lot of the people around him.”

quen would furrow her brows, not immediately responding. “outgrown? huh. that’s… odd. i mean, he’s always been the one trying to keep everyone together.”

“right? and now he’s just, like, pulling away. it’s strange. especially with how close he used to be with everyone.” you’d pause and look at her, as if genuinely concerned, adding, “maybe i’m reading too much into it, but it’s not just me noticing.”

quen would likely stay quiet for a moment, processing it, but deep down, she’d start to think about it. the next time she was with matt, she'd start paying more attention to the way he interacted with the group. the little things would start to show.

with each of them—larray, madison, and quen—you carefully planted just enough doubt to make them start second-guessing matt’s intentions, his loyalty, and his true feelings toward his friends. nothing too drastic at first, just small seeds of uncertainty. but soon enough, the tension would begin to rise. they’d start noticing what they hadn’t before.

and once they did, it would only be a matter of time before matt’s world began to shift.

you let the information sit with them for a while before starting to up the stakes—making the rumors a bit more… compromising.

“girl, don’t even get me started. i heard matt’s been real weird lately,” you say casually, swirling the straw in your drink as you sit next to larray. it’s subtle, but you know exactly what you’re doing.

“uh-uh, hold up.” larray’s eyes widen as he sets his drink down, giving you that signature side-eye. “what do you mean weird? like… weird weird or just matt-being-a-man weird? ‘cause you know these men don’t know how to act.”

you let out a small, dramatic sigh, playing it off like you don’t want to say too much. “i mean… i don’t know, it’s probably nothing. just heard he’s been kinda distant with macy lately. you didn’t notice?”

“not you trying to soft launch tea and then leaving me hanging,” larray gasps, placing a hand on his chest. “spill, bitch. don’t play with me like that.”

“nooo, it’s not that serious!” you laugh, shaking your head. “just… i saw him the other day and he barely acknowledged her. like, he was all up on his phone the whole time. it was just… weird.”

“not him treating macy like she’s on do not disturb,” larray snorts, rolling his eyes dramatically. “ugh, men are so exhausting. they can’t even pretend to care when they’re in public. disgusting.”

you shrug, acting nonchalant, but you know his perception of matt was changing.

onto madison

one night, when you and madison were grabbing drinks after work, you casually brought up matt’s name again, this time in a more pointed way.

“you know, i think i’ve been seeing something with matt,” you’d say, your voice almost too casual, too innocent. “well, not me personally, but macy has been telling me all these things about how matt’s being all secretive with her and stuff. like recently, that’s been our whole topic of conversation while we’re at work. she tells me he’s on his phone more often and how he’s always so dismissive of her questions when she asks him why he’s been distant lately. i don’t know ‘bout you, but it sounds like to me that he might be seeing someone on the sid

madison frowned, clearly uncomfortable. “seriously? that doesn’t sound like him at all.”

you’d nod, looking concerned. “yeah, i don’t know, but it’s been bugging me. i mean, macy doesn’t deserve that. and maybe he isn’t cheating. but why is he still being weird towards her.”

“yeah no, that’s really fucked up.” madison says, feeling a little sad for macy

“i know i shouldn’t be telling macy’s business like that but it was gnawing at me. and what’s worse is that macy doesn’t even consider that he could possibly be cheating on her. like i don’t know. i just- do you promise not to tell anyone?” you ask, trying your best to sound like you’ve been overcome with guilt.

madison nods, giving you a soft smile. “baby, of course i won’t tell anyone. secrets safe with me. in the end, these could all be rumors and a shit ton of overthinking so i wouldn’t really jump to conclusions but i’d definitely keep it in the back of my mind.”

you nod, returning the smile. “thanks. you’re a really good friend.”

“anytime”

you’d pulled off larray and madison, now all you had left for this round of rumors was quen.

after one evening, when you and quen were hanging out after work, you casually said, “have you noticed something with matt?”

quen raised an eyebrow. “what do you mean?”

“i don’t know, it’s just… i’ve noticed that matt is just… different. but like only with one person.”

her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity as she tilted her head slightly. “who?”

“macy.” you said carefully, like her name was some sort of taboo subject. “it’s weird. he’s like a whole different person when she’s not around. like i feel like he’s more of himself when he’s away from her. when she comes around though, he gets all agitated and annoyed. i might be reading into shit but like… i don’t know.”

quen scoffed, but there was a slight hesitation in her voice. “that sounds like some weird shit, honestly.”

“yeah, i mean, it’s not like macy hasn’t caught on either,” you’d say. “she has! but she’s kinda brushing it off, choosing to ignore it. i just feel like she’s making excuses for him. god i just- i feel bad.”

“well who wouldn’t? like no one should treat their girlfriend like she’s trapping them.”

“yeah no, it’s bad. could you like… not mention this to her. she just- she gets all defensive and mad and she’ll probably realize i told you and i’m not trying to be messy i just needed to get this off my chest and stuff.”

“girl i gotchu. don’t worry.”

“thanks.” you mumble.

now it was time for the even bigger ones. the rumors that would really leave them questioning matt.

you sat beside larray, pretending to scroll through your phone as if what you were about to say was nothing. casual. just another piece of gossip in la.

“okay, so tell me why macy was saying matt’s been so busy with filming and working yesterday’s problem lately,” you murmured, keeping your tone light but just loud enough for larray to catch it.

larray raised an eyebrow, already intrigued. “mmm, okay… and?”

you sighed dramatically, like you didn’t want to be messy but just had to spill. “and… quen told me she saw him at a bar the other night.” you paused for effect, giving larray a pointed look. “like… not the filimg. not working on his project. a bar.”

larray’s eyes widened, lips parting slightly. “bitch, what?!” he blinked, processing the information before shaking his head. “oh no. not this man lying through his motherfucking teeth and playing her in her face.”

“right?” you scoffed, biting your lip to hide the satisfied smirk threatening to form. “i mean, maybe there’s a good explanation, but… doesn’t it seem kinda weird?”

larray leaned back, crossing his arms, and gave you a look. “girl, ain’t no way. if my man told me he was working but was out getting going to bars n shit? he’d be single faster than he could even say single.”

“i knowwww,” you drawled, shaking your head, “but macy doesn’t suspect a thing.”

larray sucked his teeth, already mentally adding this to his list of things to bring up later. “ugh, these men. always something. i swear.”

you nodded, pretending to be concerned, but deep down, you knew this was exactly what you needed.

a few days after your conversation with larray, you decided that you’d get madison again. you and madison found yourselves grabbing drinks again, just like before. but this time? you came prepared even more.

“so… remember what i told you about matt last time?” you started, swirling your straw around in your drink, eyes carefully avoiding madison’s as if you were hesitant to even bring it up.

madison’s expression shifted, her brows furrowing slightly. “yeah… what about it?”

you bit your lip, leaning in a little closer like you were about to spill something big. “okay, so… i wasn’t gonna say anything ‘cause i didn’t wanna let macy’s business out into the open again, but… i’ve got more shit on that situation.”

madison’s eyes widened slightly. “girl, what happened?”

you sighed, feigning reluctance, but you wanted this. “so, macy mentioned something again the other day. she said matt’s been going out more—late nights, no explanation, just saying it’s ‘work stuff.’ but like… get this. when she asked him about it, he got defensive. like, super weird.”

madison’s frown deepened, concern flickering across her face. “defensive? over what though?”

“exactly!” you leaned back, arms crossed as if you were just as confused. “like, why get all worked up if you’ve got nothing to hide? and… i don’t know, macy mentioned she checked his location once and he wasn’t even where he said he’d be. she brushed it off, but…” you trailed off, letting the weight of your words hang between you.

madison’s lips pressed into a thin line. “no… that’s shady as hell. if he’s lying about where he’s at?” she shook her head. “girl, that’s not a good sign.”

“right?” you gave her a look that said you get it. “i mean, maybe it’s nothing… but macy’s too trusting. she doesn’t wanna believe he’d do anything like that. but…” you paused, lowering your voice slightly, “what if he is?”

madison’s jaw tightened, her protective instincts clearly kicking in. “ugh, poor macy. i hate that she’s going through this.”

you nodded, your expression perfectly laced with fake concern. “same. that’s why i told you… i didn’t wanna keep it bottled up. but, you know, i just… i feel bad keeping it all to myself.”

“no, no,” madison said softly, shaking her head. “i’m glad you told me. i’ll… i’ll keep an eye on things.”

after that night, things started falling into place exactly how you wanted.  

a week or so later, you and quen were hanging out again, this time lounging at her apartment after a long day. casual vibes, just the two of you unwinding, but your mind? it was working overtime.  

you waited until the conversation lulled, until the timing felt just right before you spoke up, your tone light but laced with just enough concern to hook her.  

“so… remember what i told you about matt and macy the other day?” you said, fiddling absentmindedly with your phone like it wasn’t that big of a deal.  

quen glanced over, her interest piqued immediately. “uh, yeah. why? what’s up?”  

you sighed, leaning back against the couch like this was weighing heavy on you. “ugh… i wasn’t gonna say anything else, but i’ve been noticing it *a lot* more now. like, girl… it’s bad.”  

quen’s brows furrowed, her attention fully locked in now. “how bad are we talking?”  

“like… okay, so macy told me that matt’s been avoiding spending too much time with her lately,” you started, keeping your voice low and almost hesitant, like you were scared of even saying it. “she says he’s been making excuses. work, friends, whatever. but get this…” you paused for dramatic effect, watching quen lean in a little closer. “the other day? she said they were supposed to hang out, but matt bailed last minute, saying he had something with the boys. but… quen…” you bit your lip, looking conflicted.  

“what?” quen pressed, her eyes narrowing slightly.  

“one of my friends saw him that night. and he wasn’t with nick or chris,” you said, lowering your voice. “he was *with another girl.*”  

quen’s jaw dropped, her expression flipping from curiosity to full-blown disbelief. “*bitch, what?!*”  

“i know,” you murmured, shaking your head like you hated even saying it. “i didn’t believe it at first either. but then i heard it from *two* people. like… what the fuck is going on?”  

quen sat up straighter, her lips pursed in frustration. “nah, that’s wild. and macy doesn’t know?”  

“nope,” you said softly, shaking your head. “and i don’t know if i should be the one to tell her. i mean, she’s already brushing off so much. she’d probably just think i’m stirring shit.”  

quen’s face hardened, her protective side flaring up. “that’s some *bullshit.* she deserves to know if matt’s acting shady like that.”  

“i know,” you sighed, looking down, feigning conflict. “but… i don’t wanna be the one to ruin things, you know? i just… i don’t know what to do.”  

quen shook her head, clearly irritated now. “girl, don’t worry. i’ll keep an eye on him. if he’s up to something shady, we’ll know.”  

you gave her a small, grateful smile, nodding. “thanks, quen. i just… i needed to tell someone. this whole thing’s been eating at me.”  

“don’t worry,” quen said firmly, her tone serious. “if that boy’s up to something, he won’t be able to hide it for long.”  

and just like that, the wheels were turning. quen was on high alert now, watching matt like a hawk. you didn’t even have to do anything more—she’d handle the rest.  

phase six: complete

phase seven: introduce macy to the matt treatment

phase seven was the hardest part.

everything up until now had been about laying the groundwork, planting little doubts in everyone’s minds. but this? this was about making macy feel something that wasn’t even real.

the thing is, matt was a great boyfriend. he wasn’t distant, he wasn’t sneaky, and he wasn’t out here treating macy the way he treated you. and that was the problem.

because if macy never felt the way you felt—if she never experienced the gut-wrenching, soul-crushing matt treatment—then she’d never leave him.

and that? that wasn’t part of the plan.

so, you had to get creative.

step one: distance. but not from matt—from macy’s side of things.

it started small.

“girl, why don’t you ever come out with us anymore?” quen had asked her one night after work, and you made sure you were just within earshot.

macy had laughed it off. “ugh, i know. matt and i have just been spending so much time together lately.”

“damn, glued to his hip, huh?” quen had joked, but the seed had been planted.

and you? you watered it.

“you know,” you said softly the next day, when it was just you and macy grabbing coffee, “it’s great that you and matt are so close, but… don’t you miss having time for yourself sometimes?”

macy frowned a little but shrugged. “not really. i like being with him.”

“of course,” you smiled, keeping your tone light. “but… i don’t know. sometimes too much time together can make things feel… suffocating, y’know? like, matt’s great, but maybe a little space wouldn’t hurt?”

she didn’t agree. not yet. but that’s the thing about seeds—they take time to grow.

step two: fake tension.

if matt wasn’t going to create the tension, you’d have to do it for him.

“ugh,” macy groaned one afternoon while scrolling through her phone. “matt’s been so stressed with everything lately.”

you leaned in, feigning concern. “what’s wrong?”

“just the usual… filming, editing, meetings… he’s been overwhelmed.”

you nodded, playing your part perfectly. “yeah… that’s a lot. has he been… different with you because of it?”

macy’s face scrunched up a bit, her mind already working through a scenario that didn’t exist.

“different how?”

“i don’t know,” you shrugged, keeping it vague on purpose. “sometimes guys get quiet when they’re stressed. pull away a little. they don’t even realize they’re doing it half the time.”

she didn’t say anything after that. but her silence? that was exactly what you wanted.

step three: paranoia.

this was where things got tricky. you had to be subtle, careful not to overplay your hand.

“hey, have you noticed matt texting more lately?” you asked casually one evening, like it was just a passing thought.

macy blinked, looking up from her drink. “huh?”

“oh, nothing,” you waved it off with a smile. “i just… i don’t know. when we were out the other night, i noticed he was on his phone a lot. but it’s probably nothing.”

but it was never nothing.

because now? macy’s mind was already spiraling.

and it worked.

little by little, macy started to feel the things you had felt.

the distance.

the doubt.

the sinking feeling in her gut that something wasn’t quite right, even though matt was still being the same perfect boyfriend he had always been.

but to macy? it wouldn’t feel that way anymore.

because now?

everything felt off.

phase seven: complete.

phase eight: start encouraging macy to break up with matt

phase eight was all about patience.

you knew macy wasn’t ready to let go just yet. she was still holding on, hoping things would get better with matt—even after all the doubts you’d planted.

but that was fine.

because this wasn’t a sprint. it was a marathon.

so you kept playing your part.

you spent more time with her, slowly becoming her confidant.

hangout one: thursday, july 17th, 12:14 pm

another brunch.

macy looked exhausted, her smile just a little less bright than usual.

“you okay?” you asked, keeping your tone light but concerned.

she gave a small shrug, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. “yeah… just tired, i guess.”

you let it go. didn’t push. just offered a soft smile and changed the subject to something easy.

hangout two: wednesday, july 30th, 11:37 pm

a late-night target run.

the conversation was effortless, jumping from one topic to another.

“ugh, i swear, i’m gonna end up living off frozen pizza and sour candy,” you joked, tossing a bag into the cart.

macy laughed, but her response was softer, almost distracted. “at least you know what you like.”

it was nothing. just a passing comment.

hangout three: friday, august 22nd, 10:43 pm

movie night at her place.

you both sat curled up on the couch, the glow of the tv flickering across the room.

“thanks for coming over,” macy murmured, almost too quietly to catch.

“of course,” you said softly, not making a big deal of it.

she didn’t say anything else.

but the way her shoulders relaxed just a little more as the night went on?

that wasn’t nothing.

but none of it stood out.

no lingering looks. no obvious smiles. no heavy silences.

just… a quiet comfort.

she started replying to your texts a little faster.

her invitations to hang out came a little more frequently.

and maybe—maybe—she seemed a little more at ease when it was just the two of you.

but it was subtle.

so subtle that even you didn’t catch it.

because phase eight wasn’t about that.

phase eight was about planting doubt.

and that?

that was working perfectly.

phase eight: complete

phase nine: watch as matt’s life falls apart completely

and this all brings us back to now.

matthew bernard sturniolo.

god, you couldn’t stand the man. but looking at him now—his life a complete mess—there was nothing sweeter. and the best part?

it was all because of you.

his friends had all turned their backs on him. larray, madison, quen—they didn’t look at him the same anymore. the doubt you’d planted in their minds had festered, grown, and twisted everything they once believed about matt.

larray? couldn’t trust matt after the whole “bar incident.” he’d barely speak to him now. anytime matt tried to reach out, larray would leave him on read or reply with some dry-ass response that made it painfully obvious he wasn’t interested. and when he did talk to him?

“girl, i’m busy. find someone else to lie to.”

madison? she kept her distance. she hadn’t confronted matt directly, but you could tell she was piecing everything together. the seeds of doubt you’d planted had bloomed beautifully, and now she didn’t even look at matt the same.

quen? she was the most direct.

“nah, matt,” she had said the last time he tried talking to her. “i don’t fuck with that weird shit. you’re different.”

and then there was macy.

sweet, sweet macy.

she had been the hardest to break. her love for matt was deep—genuine. it took time to unravel that.

but you did it.

every rumor. every carefully crafted conversation. every doubt you whispered in her ear.

it all led to this moment.

she had finally broken up with him.

you weren’t there to see it, but you could imagine how it went down. the tears in her eyes, her voice breaking as she confronted him.

“i just… i can’t do this anymore, matt.”

and matt?

probably standing there, dumbfounded, begging her to believe that none of it was true.

but it was too late.

you had made sure of that.

now, matt was left standing in the wreckage of his own life.

his friends? gone. his relationship? over. his reputation? in shambles.

and he had no idea who was pulling the strings.

you stood on the sidelines, watching it all crumble, a satisfied smirk tugging at your lips.

all that heartbreak? all that pain?

now, it was his turn to feel it.

and the best part?

he never even saw it coming.

but it wasn’t enough.

watching matt’s life fall apart had been… satisfying. no doubt. but it still didn’t give you the closure you needed. not yet.

because he still didn’t know.

and what fun would it be if he never found out?

no, matt needed to see you—face to face. he needed to look you in the eyes and realize who was behind it all. he needed to feel the weight of everything crashing down around him and know that it was your doing.

you needed that moment.

and as fate would have it, that moment was just around the corner.

macy had left something at matt’s place. she didn’t want to go back for it herself—too painful, too fresh—so, naturally, she asked you to grab it for her.

at first, you weren’t sure if it was a good idea. walking back into his space? after everything? but then, you realized…

this was your chance.

you’d have matt all to yourself. no macy. no friends. just you and him.

so, here you were. standing outside his apartment, heart pounding, pulse racing.

you knocked.

once.

twice.

the door swung open faster than you expected, and there he was.

matthew bernard sturniolo.

and he looked like shit.

dark circles under his eyes, hair a mess, his expression was… tired. broken.

“cherry?” his voice was barely above a whisper, pure disbelief written all over his face.

you felt a sick sort of satisfaction bloom in your chest.

“matthew. it’s been a while. how’ve you been lately?” you asked, an almost sadistic smirk tugging at your lips.

he blinked, eyes wide, like he was seeing a ghost. “i-i… wha-what are you doing here?” his voice was barely above a whisper, shaky and unsure.

you tilted your head, feigning innocence. “you really haven’t figured that out yet?” your hand rested on your hip, your tone dripping with impatience. all this hard work, months of planning, and the boy didn’t even have a damn clue. how rude.

but what was even more insulting? the way this idiot had the nerve to shake his head. “n-no.”

wow.

“ugh, you’re as stupid as ever,” you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. “it was me, goddamn it. i did it. i’m the reason your sad, pathetic life is crumbling to pieces.”

the color drained from his face, eyes widening—not with confusion this time, but pure, unfiltered terror.

“why… why would you do something like that?” he asked, his voice barely holding together.

you rolled your eyes, a bitter laugh slipping out. “god, are you stupid?” your tone dripped with disdain. “you really don’t remember?”

his silence was answer enough.

“jesus christ, matt,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “four years. four fucking years, and you can’t even remember the shit you put me through?”

his lips parted, but no words came out.

“let me refresh your memory then.” you stepped closer, just enough to watch the panic build behind his eyes. “remember high school? how we did everything like a couple but you never wanted to put a label on it? all that ‘i’m not ready for a relationship yet’ bullshit? and me? i was so fucking stupid, i waited. i waited for you.”

matt’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t speak.

“but it didn’t stop there, did it?” you went on, voice dripping with venom. “no, you kept feeding me lies. you’re the only one who gets me, baby. one day, i’m gonna marry you, you know that?” you scoffed, eyes narrowing. “and like an idiot, i believed it. i believed you.”

his breathing was heavier now, chest rising and falling a little too quickly.

“then you left,” you hissed, your tone colder now. “moved to la. promised we’d make it work, that we’d talk every day, visit whenever we could.” you let out a bitter laugh. “but those calls? they got shorter. the texts? less frequent. until, eventually…” you paused, your gaze hardening as you locked eyes with him.

“you ghosted me.”

his face paled even more, if that was even possible.

“left me wondering what the fuck i did wrong. wondering why i wasn’t enough for you,” your voice cracked, but you swallowed the emotion down, refusing to let him see you break. “and just when i finally started to accept that maybe you weren’t coming back…” you tilted your head, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“i saw the pictures.”

matt’s breath caught in his throat.

“you. at that party. all over her.” the venom in your voice was impossible to miss. “while i was sitting at home, waiting for a text you were never going to send.”

matt opened his mouth, but you didn’t give him the chance.

“and that’s when i realized,” you said, leaning in just enough for your words to cut deeper. “i was never going to be enough for you. but that’s okay. because now?”

you smiled sweetly, though your eyes were anything but kind.

“you’re the one who’s left with nothing.”

you stood there, staring at him for a few seconds, letting the weight of your words sink in. you could see the way he was struggling to process it, the panic mixed with guilt. but it wasn’t your problem anymore. you had done what you came for, and that was all that mattered.

you let out a deep breath, shaking your head in disbelief.

“god, matt,” you muttered, the contempt thick in your voice. “you really are the worst.”

you turned your back on him, hearing him call your name weakly, but you didn’t stop.

"you're nothing but a liar and a coward," you threw over your shoulder. "so enjoy the mess you made. you deserve every bit of it."

without looking back, you walked towards your car, your heart pounding, but not from anger—no, from a strange kind of satisfaction. for the first time in years, it felt like everything was finally in place. like all the puzzle pieces had clicked together, and you had everything you needed.

you slid into the driver's seat, slamming the door shut. you could still hear him shouting your name, but it didn’t matter anymore. his voice was nothing now.

you put the car in drive, the engine rumbling to life, and slowly pulled away from the curb.

as you made your way home, your mind wandered back to macy.

phase ten

you couldn’t help but smile, the anticipation building. it had been a slow burn, but now, things had shifted in ways you hadn’t even expected. what started as a plan to destroy matt had turned into something much more unexpected. you had gotten under his skin—and now, macy’s too.

the thought of macy, her soft lips against yours, the way she started leaning into you more and more, her touch lingering a little longer than it should’ve—none of it had been planned. but here you were, with a beautiful, broken mess of a boyfriend’s ex, and she was yours now.

you smiled to yourself as you sped down the road, your thoughts consuming you.

phase ten: ravish your new girlfriend's body completely.

and just like that, the plan was over. the game had changed. you didn’t need revenge anymore—you had her.

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~ PRISON WIFE? ~

parings: vi x FEM!reader

tw: angst mainly not not a lot...yet, some surrgestive stuff

summary: beings Vi's prison wife, and then it all l falls apart.

a/n: im sorry for not posting, i've been writing other stories

part 2 >

The prison air was thick with sweat and desperation, but somehow, you and Vi had carved out a space that was just yours. The cell you shared was tiny, barely enough room for both of you to move without brushing against each other, but that was the way you liked it. Every glance, every casual touch—it was all the more intense because of how close you were forced to be.

Vi was leaning back on her cot, arms behind her head, watching you with that lazy smirk she always wore when she was in the mood to mess with you. Her pink hair was buzzed short at the sides, and her sleeveless jumpsuit showed off her arms—scarred, but strong. You were perched on the lower bunk, a needle in one hand and a makeshift ink pot in the other.

"You sure about this?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Vi rolled her shoulders. "What, you think I’m scared?" She grinned, voice dripping with challenge. "Babe, I’ve been punched in the face more times than I can count. A little ink ain’t gonna break me."

You smirked, dipping the needle into the ink before dragging the sharp tip over her wrist, etching the rough outline of a small emblem—the only thing you had to remind yourself of the outside. It was a symbol of your old life, one that Vi had asked for after months of sharing whispered confessions in the dark, promises that when you got out, you’d stick together.

Vi hissed but didn’t flinch. Instead, she chuckled, her voice lower, raspier. "Damn, you got a real gentle touch," she teased. "Didn’t expect that from the meanest bitch in this joint."

You rolled your eyes. "I’ll make it rougher if you keep talking."

She tilted her head, smirking. "Oh? Kinky."

You jabbed the needle just a little harder than necessary, and Vi let out a sharp breath, grinning through the pain. "That’s what I thought," you muttered.

After a while, Vi switched places with you, sitting behind you on the lower bunk, her legs framing your body. She worked with a steady hand, dragging the needle over your shoulder blade, her fingers warm against your skin. Every now and then, she’d pause to admire her work, trailing her fingertips over the fresh ink. It sent shivers down your spine.

"Y’know," Vi murmured, her breath warm against your ear, "if we weren’t in a cage, I’d be doin’ something else with my hands right now."

You let out a quiet laugh. "Oh? Like what?"

Vi chuckled, her lips brushing just barely against your ear. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

You turned your head to look at her, noses almost brushing. The air between you was thick with tension, the kind that built up over months of stolen moments and lingering touches. Vi’s smirk softened just a little, and for a second, you thought she might actually kiss you.

Then, the bell rang. Yard time was over.

Vi groaned, pulling away. "Guess we’ll have to finish this later."

You rolled your shoulders, feeling the burn of fresh ink. "Better not leave me with an unfinished piece."

Vi shot you a look, something teasing but also strangely serious. "I wouldn’t dream of it."

THE NEXT DAY

You sat on your cot, arms crossed, glaring at the wall.

Time-out.

One of the guards had thrown you into solitary after a fight broke out in the yard—not even your fight, but since when did the guards care about fairness? You’d spent the last 24 hours in a tiny concrete box, no light, no sound, just your own thoughts clawing at your skull.

The moment they let you out, you went straight to your cell. Only, it was empty.

You frowned. "Vi?"

Silence.

Your stomach twisted, a creeping unease settling in your bones. Vi was always here. She never left without telling you. You checked the common room, the yard, even risked asking a few of the other inmates. No one knew where she was.

Panic started to rise in your chest.

Finally, you cornered the head guard, an older man with graying hair and dead eyes. He barely even looked up from his paperwork when you asked.

"She’s gone," he said flatly.

Your blood ran cold. "What do you mean, gone?"

He sighed, rubbing his temple like this was some great inconvenience to him. "Bailed out. Some councilwoman paid her way out."

Your ears were ringing. "Who?"

"Didn’t catch a name. Tall, dark-haired, fancy accent."

Caitlyn.

You felt like the floor had been ripped out from under you.

Vi was gone.

She didn’t tell you. She didn’t wait. She just… left.

Your legs felt weak, but you forced yourself to stay upright. You swallowed hard, nodding stiffly. "Right."

The guard barely even acknowledged you before walking off, leaving you standing there in the middle of the hallway, surrounded by prisoners who all had somewhere to be, something to do.

But you didn’t.

Not anymore.

WEEKS LATER

The world had lost its color.

Without Vi, prison felt suffocating in a way it never had before. The cell you once shared felt too empty, too cold. The ink on your skin—the tattoo she had given you—was a cruel reminder of what you had lost.

You barely ate. Barely slept. The other inmates noticed, but no one said anything. You weren’t the same.

At night, you lay on the thin mattress, tracing the lines of the tattoo with your fingers, pretending Vi’s hand was still there, steady and warm. You thought about the way she used to smirk at you, the way she’d pull you close and murmur promises of the future, a future that didn’t exist anymore.

Had she even thought about you when she left?

Did she regret it?

Or were you just another thing she left behind?

You didn’t know.

And that was the worst part.

[povbarnes]

Sunshine.

Pairing: Post!CW!Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky has a nightmare, you help him forget.

Word Count: +4K

Warnings: +18, Slight angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-graphic description of violence, Bucky Barnes is miserable poor thing, Reader is utterly in love, but so is Bucky, Bucky calls reader Sunshine and Sunny because of her solar powers, Smut, Dry humping, that becomes not-so-dry after a while, Maybe improper use of the metal arm?, i’m not sure, No use of Y/N, Imk if i missed or forgot anything!

A/N: okay. here’s the thing. school’s been CRAZY and i couldn’t write anything for a loonnngg time, so this has been sitting in my drafts for ages. i genuinely love this one guys, and i would really like to explore Bucky and Sunshine’s (that’s you) relationship more, but for now, this is a one shot. if you guys like reading it as much as i loved writing it, i’ll probably write so much more for these two. oh and btw, MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! send away! okayyy i’ll leave you to it now, enjoy <3

It is still pitch black outside when Bucky wakes up, panting from a nightmare that takes a good minute for him to snap out of, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

His eyes search around the room for something, anything that can cause danger other than himself, but finds nothing except your sleeping form peacefully laying by his side. Sight of you alone is enough to steady his racing heart a bit.

A deep exhale leaves his parted lips, and his eyes linger on the warm glow that surrounds your body, illuminating the dark room. “I’m like a bedside lamp,” you said once, giggling without knowing you were breathing life into him with every little laugh you let out.

He tries to let the warmth and light radiating from you to calm his mind, strip away the fears that his nightmares brought onto the surface, again.

The energy surrounding your body is still striking to him, amazes him each and every time. The way you actually glow even more so in the dark and give off a warmth that Bucky won’t even try explaining to himself, making you seem like an otherworldly being in his eyes even when he knows there are people, gods, with extraordinary abilities walking around the earth every day. Even with the feeling of the metal and the power that came with the serum just existing in his body. He still can’t believe you are real.

When you first told him your powers were related to solar energy, his initial thought was that you were able to absorb energy while the sun was up. He hadn’t learnt just how wrong he was until you started sleeping over at his room. No, you weren’t absorbing energy, you were basically that damn star personified. His little sunshine.

He looks at your sleeping figure, and he can be a selfish man when it comes to you, but not selfish enough to wake you up when you look as peaceful as you do in this moment. He will just get a glass of water and try to force himself back into the world of nightmares that he has to visit every night.

But you stir just as he starts to get up, your eyes blinking open, your glow faltering when you see him awake and leaving. He hates seeing it happen.

What he loves, is that your glow has a mind of its own, that it intensifies when you are happy or excited, it helps him in keeping you that way, always happy, always content.

He hates it when he sees it falter, lose its shine whenever you are feeling confused, upset or defeated. And he hates it more when he causes it, even if it’s for a moment.

“Buck?” Your voice is laced with sleep, and he quickly takes the one leg he took off the bed back. “Did you have a nightmare?”

He hates that this is now your reality too.

“Yes, baby,” he says, his hand finding your hair and running it through it slowly. Warmth fills his body immediately, and he can’t help the small smile forming on his face.

There’s no point in hiding anything from you as you can always tell, but he wants to. He wants to hide his past from you, his dreams, the person he was. He doesn’t want you near it, near any of it. Not his memories, not his nightmares, not the violence that seems to follow him wherever he goes. “Go back to sleep, I will too.”

“No,” you murmur, shaking your head slightly. You are getting up in an instant, sitting on the bed with your legs crossed. “I know you won’t be able to.”

Bucky wants to kick himself.

“Sunny, sweetheart, go back to sleep.” He knows you won’t.

You sigh, looking into his eyes for a couple of seconds before moving to place yourself on his lap, his hands automatically falling to your waist.

He is lightened by your glow, everything but the two of you swallowed by complete darkness. “What was it this time?”

He knew the question was coming, you asked it every time. And every time, he tells you he doesn’t remember. Usually, it’s a lie. A lie that you allow.

But tonight, he is so tired, so worn out by his own subconsciousness, a part of himself still feeling like he’s in the goddamn dream. Like he’s about to look into your lightless eyes any second.

The reminder sends a shiver up his spine, and he considers what to do as he looks into your warm eyes. With those same eyes’ ice cold versions playing in the back of his head, he decides he doesn’t have the energy to lie to you. At least not tonight.

“James?” You push, gently, and his head drops to your sternum, forehead resting there as he sighs. “I saw you.”

He feels you nod even though he can’t see it, and hears how your heart starts beating just a bit faster. You are probably surprised he even decided to tell you about it. “How did you see me?”

His face scrunches up, arms wrapping around you, trying to convince himself that that was a dream, and this is real. That you, are real.

“He got you,” he says, not specifying who. He doesn’t want any of their names lurking in your mind. He hates himself enough already that he’s even telling you about this. “He used you to get to me.”

You don’t say anything and he’s grateful for it, or maybe not. Because he isn’t sure if he could continue talking if you interrupted him right now, and he isn’t sure he knows which of the two options he wants to go through with.

“I was trying to get to you, and-“ His breath hitches, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck, holding him close to your pounding heart.

He tries to let the sound ground him to reality. To you.

“I was trying to save you, I- I swear. But suddenly, you were the one I was chasing.” He can feel how you clench your teeth, but you keep quiet.

“You ran like hell,” he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. A short, humorless laugh leaves his lips. He says the next words like it is the most ridiculous thing he ever had to say. “From me.”

Would you ever run from him like that? Would he ever give you a reason to? The thought so sickening to him that he needs to take a second to recollect himself.

“But you weren’t fast enough.” He pauses again, his heart squeezing in his chest as if it doesn’t want to keep on beating. He considers if he can physically go through this again to tell you the whole thing.

You are still silent, but he can sense you are expecting him to continue, so he does.

“I can still feel it around your neck,” he lets out, chocking around the words, forcing a deep breath through his nose. “The look in your eyes, the way you squirmed and pushed to get away from me.”

Your arms get tighter around his neck, pulling him impossibly close, contrary to how you tried to push him away from you in his dream.

He inhales your warm scent, you are everywhere, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. If he could stay like this forever, he fucking would, without moving even a single muscle.

“It was just a dream, baby,” you murmur after maybe a minute or two of processing his words, one of your hands moving to stroke his hair. “You won’t hurt me.”

“You don’t know that.”

You pull back to look at him, and he is met with your furrowed brows when your eyes find his. The way you pout at him almost makes him smile at your adorable face before it is replaced with the images of that same face looking up at him in horror and disappointment, the split second of ease he felt disappearing just as quickly as it appeared.

He tries to look away, but your fingers immediately find his chin to bring him back to you. “I do know it.”

“James,” you whisper cautiously when he doesn’t answer. He watches as your eyelids flutter for a split second before you take a shaky breath. “You could never hurt me.”

His head falls back down on your chest, breathing in your scent while trying to get rid of the images from his nightmare invading his head.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice gruff and laced with desperation. “You know that’s not true.”

He wants you to run. He wants you to get as far away from him as you can before he somehow gets you hurt. Because he knows it’s inevitable, he knows he ruins everything he touches, but he is too damn weak and selfish to let you go. So he needs you to go and never look back.

But you don’t.

Instead, you’re here, on his lap, hugging him like your life depends on it, running your fingers through his hair, occasionally scratching his scalp and making his eyes roll.

He doesn’t deserve you, but you are here and so goddamn stubborn, and he can’t seem to give you up.

A selfish, selfish man.

You take a deep breath, taking his head in your hands and moving so he’d look at you.

“Let me see?”

He frowns, his head tilting a little. “What?”

“Your hand,” you clarify. “I wanna see.”

Bucky’s heart sinks to his stomach. “Sunshine, what—“

“Please?”

You had never asked anything about his arm before, and he’s suddenly aware how he never talked about any of his bad and ugly with you. How he always just swiped it under the rug inside his head because it terrified him, and you were as graceful as you’ve always been to never ask. He knows you know, hell, the whole goddamn world knows, but maybe he liked pretending for a while. And you allowed it. Maybe you felt it was too early to ask or maybe you thought he would shatter in the palm of your hand if you did but you never asked, and it just crosses his mind that you might’ve not felt as comfortable around him as he thought you have. The thought shocks through him, leaving him startled, staring at you for a long moment.

He’s sure you can see how taken aback he is, yet you patiently wait for him to comply, not pushing him. At least not with your words.

He wants to say no, to be done with this subject before it even starts, but he never seems to be able to when you look at him as you do in this moment, all wide eyes and pouty lips, basically pulling his strings with the tips of your fingers. He knows it’s not about seeing the metal, but feeling it, and asking about it. Acknowledging it. Acknowledging what it represents, the things he went through. The things he did.

He doesn’t know how long he just stares at your face before he finds himself raising his arm between your bodies. “Move back a little for me, baby.”

You slide yourself down his legs, and his arm raises slowly between your bodies, your light making the silver shine, the look on your face shifting from anticipation to something Bucky dares to think looks almost like awe.

You move an inch closer which makes him stiffen immediately, but you don’t take your eyes off of his arm for even a second before you are reaching out to him, a hesitant hand slowly approaching him.

As soon as Bucky realizes you intend to touch him, he flinches so hard that your glow falters, looking up at him with eyes filled with worry. The room is swallowed by complete darkness for a moment before the light forms around your body again, and your face is back in his vision.

His voice is strained when he speaks. “What are you doing?”

Your answer comes in a hushed tone, and it’s not nearly enough convincing. “It’s okay, Bucky. You won’t hurt me.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ —

Your heart is beating as if it wants to break open your ribcage and hug the man sitting under you. You wonder if he hears it.

You reach for the metal in front of you again, this time more determined than before. He lets you, although he looks like he wants to throw you off of him and run without looking back once.

You have never pushed him like this, always cautious of his scars and vulnerabilities, but he deserves so much more than he gives himself credit for and you are past your limit of letting him drown in his enormous pool of self-hatred. He should know. He should know how much you appreciate every single part of him. And he should believe it.

You look up into his ocean blue eyes you love so much just when your index finger is about to make contact with the metal, shining in all its glory.

He’s hesitant, you can see, but you keep your stare into his eyes, waiting desperately for his permission once again.

When he gives you a barely there nod after a good couple of seconds, you can’t help the soft smile appearing on your face.

He inhales sharply when you gently press your finger to one of his knuckles, making you look back up at him.

“Please be careful,” he pleads, making your heart clench in your chest. You don’t know why he asks you to be careful, what he’s afraid of. It’s not like his arm has a mind of its own. Maybe he is afraid it does, you can’t tell. Your smile widens just a little regardless, and you nod. “I will. I promise.”

You let yourself feel his hand for a moment, reveling in the feeling it gives you, not quite describable, not quite unfamiliar either. You’ve felt it before, sure, on your skin, squeezing your hips when he was buried in you, or caressing your leg when he let himself feel it for just a second before pulling away. But you’ve never held it before. He always keeps you on his other side, away from the arm, away from danger.

As you trace your finger on the metal, you are so focused on the reflection of your glow on his arm that it catches you off guard when he shivers beneath you, muttering a low curse under his breath.

Your voice is barely above a whisper when glance up from his hand. “What?”

He slightly shakes his head, looking as surprised as you are. His brows knit together as he gulps. “Nothing, I—“

He can’t finish his sentence when you move your finger again and his head tilts back just a little, leaving you stunned as you watch him clench his teeth.

Your voice is excited to say the least when you speak. “Can you feel that?”

He nods, looking at you with hooded eyes. A glossy sheen is covering his forehead, tiny droplets of sweat forming almost immediately.

For a second, you just stare at each other. Silence grows, as well as your excitement. “Do you… do you like it?”

He doesn’t answer for at least a minute, making you wait in anticipation. But you are patient with him, almost afraid that you’ll scare him off.

You get your answer when your finger involuntarily twitches after keeping it so still. His eyes flutter shut, and his voice is barely a whisper when he answers your question. “Fuck, yes sweetheart. Yeah, I do.”

You stare at his hand in marvel. “What does it feel like?”

“I don’t know,” he answers, breathless. “Not the same as you touch my other hand,” he pauses, watches you move your fingers on towards his wrist. “Sensitive,” he murmurs then. “But different, I don’t know. I can’t describe it. It just- it never felt like this before.”

You nod, your fingers not stopping their movements for one second. In no time, Bucky is panting underneath you.

Your mind is going thousands of miles per hour, countless very impure scenarios running through every inch of your brain when he murmurs, almost to himself, “You’re so warm.”

Maybe it feels different because of your powers, maybe it’s different because it’s you, you don’t know. But if you can make him feel good in any way that you can, you will take that chance, without a single doubt.

“Buck,” you say with your heart in your throat after your hips involuntarily twitches against him and he gasps, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He looks disheveled.

“Hm?”

“Do you think…” You pause, trying to decide whether or not this is a good idea. But the doubt leaves as soon as it appeared when you see the state he is in. Still, it all comes out in a rush, your cheeks turning a shade of pink. “Do you think you can… uh, you know? Just from this?”

You don’t think there has ever been a moment you have seen Bucky this dumbfounded before.

It doesn’t last long, though. The look on his face is quickly swapped with something different, something darker as you give him a tentative grind, the bulge in his briefs pressing so deliciously against your clothed core. “Sunny, do you know what you-“

“No,” you cut him off, a chuckle escaping you. “I really don’t.”

Your heart is racing, making you feel dizzy and disoriented but your focus never shifts from the man in front of you.

“I don’t know,” he answers your original question after what feels like an eternity. “I don’t know- maybe.”

Well, fuck me.

You have to remind yourself over and over again to stay calm, that this is about him and not you, as you continue moving your palm along his arm; only this time, pressing harder. Both your fingers and your hips.

You start rocking against him gently, and it’s almost like you can feel every nerve in your body waking up. Your one hand continues to move up and down on his metal arm, the other finding home in his hair. Your fingers tangle in the long strands, pulling just enough to make his already uneven breath stutter.

“You never really touch me with your metal hand,” you breathe out, his eyes, now dark blue, staring into yours with an intensity that can knock you out of your mind if you are not careful. “You don’t even hold my hand.”

“Doll,” he starts, but you shake your head.

“No,” you say, firm but still gentle, and press your hips just a little harder, making him hiss. “Do you think I can’t tell?”

“I need you to know, Bucky,” you continue when he doesn’t say anything. “I love you. Not just the good bits. All of you.”

He opens his mouth to say something when his eyes flutter and roll back, hips suddenly lifting up. “F-fuck, baby, you’re killing me.”

You smile, and an incoherent sound leaves his parted lips. Next thing you know, he’s pulling his arm from your hold, wrapping both of them around your waist in a way that makes your breath hitch. He is pressing to you so good, your hips barely needing to move to send pleasure waves through your body.

His voice is shaking when he whispers into your neck. “Closer.”

You don’t think you can get any closer than this.

His hands, both of them, find your hips, guiding you, making you move as he pleases and you are suddenly standing on that edge, ready to jump.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

BuckyBuckyBuckyBucky

“You feel me?” He asks you, and you almost laugh. Can you feel him? He is everywhere, all your senses conquered by him.

His lips brush that sweet spot on your neck every time he speaks, his breath tickling your skin, making you frantic in your movement, pressing into him more, your underwear basically nonexistent with the way it’s soaked through.

You nod.

“Yeah, you do. You feel what you do to me?”

Another nod.

Because you do. And he has to as well. It’s not just you, it’s him too. Every time he makes you come, every time he makes you breathe out his name into the darkness of the night, every time he takes your hand or wraps his arm around you, every time he so much as looks at your way, he undoes you. Then puts your pieces back together.

He has to know it. Feel it. So you ask him. “And do you feel what you do to me?”

He groans, lifting his head to look at you. “Yes.”

You nod, breathless, “Good. You better.”

A chuckle leaves his lips, and it makes you smile, like it always does. His hands are firmer around your hips, moving you on him as he likes, making your stomach clench and your breath stutter. “James,” you breathe. “Are you gonna come for me?”

His eyes squeeze shut, hands around your hips get impossibly tighter, although you know he isn’t even using the quarter of his strength. His voice is trembling when he manages an answer. “Fuck, doll. Yes. Yes, I am.”

His pull on you becomes more frantic, urgent, and you know he’s teetering on the edge right behind you.

Bucky’s jaw goes slack as he watches you fall apart with a silent cry, eyes never leaving your face until he pins you to him with a harsh pull, and lifts his hips before his head finds a home back in your neck, letting out a breathy moan.

You can feel the mess you both made, and maybe it should gross you out, but it doesn’t. Nothing about him does.

You don’t know how long you stay like that, his face buried in your neck, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers caressing his damp hair. But it takes a while for both of you to come down the high, breaths slowing down eventually.

Eventually, you find your voice again. “Are you okay?”

He huffs, and wraps his arms tighter around your waist if that’s even possible. “Yeah, baby. Are you?”

“Mhm.”

Another beat of silence passes.

“Do you wanna shower?” You ask, and he is so quick with his answer that it makes you bite back a laugh.

“Absolutely.”

You smirk, standing up and holding out your hand to him. “You are washing my hair.”

“When have I not?” He says, a small smile that makes your heart clench in your chest forming on his face. It’s all that matters. After everything he went through, everything they made him go through, you just want him to be happy. He deserves to be happy.

“And we can order food after?” You ask, looking over your shoulder to him, batting your eyelashes in a way that makes him look at you a bit longer than he usually does before the side of his mouth ticks up.

“Absolutely.”

You stop just outside the bathroom door, turning towards him, reaching for his other hand, the metal hand. “And you know I love you?”

He pauses. Pauses enough to make you sigh, drop his hands to hold his face between your palms. “I love everything about you. I will always love everything about you. Nothing you can say can change that. Got it?”

You watch as his jaw clenches, feel it inside your palms. You watch as his eyes look just a little more shiny than they should. “I will never hurt you, I swear.”

“I already told you. You could never hurt me, James,” you repeat, smiling at him as your fingers caressing the soft skin under his eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers eventually, like he doesn’t trust his voice to not waver otherwise. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

You shake your head before pressing a light kiss to his lips. “You just exist. And you are you. That’s enough, James.”

He is enough.

He is everything.

And maybe one day, you can make him believe it.

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[marsmaximoff]

🎄; 25th of december ❄︎⋆˚⊹☃︎

content warning: fem!reader. pure fluff. many curses. reader is 20 and calls him “dym” as a short name, he calls her “love, darling and my love”. they’re dating. let me know if i missed something.

word count: 732 ❣️

author’s note: i wasn’t planning on posting anything for Christmas, but i got this idea and i had to write it. so, i apologize if the quality is not that good, as i usually spend days on my writings while this was all done on a matter of hours. also, english is my third language, so i’m sorry for the mistakes. constructive criticism is welcomed as always. thank you so much for the support on my last post, and merry christmas everybody! 🤍 happy hanukkah, kwanzaa, diwali or any other celebrations too 🫶🏻 and if you don’t celebrate anything, have a happy end of the year ✨ p.s.: god im in love with dmitri and almost no one is posting anything, i’ll probably post more of him. anyways, enjoy!! <3

the silk grazes my fingertips as i stretch my arm. i tentatively palm the bed looking for some warmth, for him. but the sheets and pillows are the only things left around me.

the screen of my phone clears up as i blink. 11:28 a.m. with a bit more of focus, the notifications slowly reveal themselves and my eyes travel through them searching for his name. nothing. he’d have texted me if something had requested his presence back at the office. although, he couldn’t have business to deal with on Christmas, right? not this soon, at least.

the pearly white snow greets me through the window making me stand up with a smile. how gorgeous. i make my way to the kitchen to grab something to drink while knotting my robe, and the shiny decor welcomes me effusively. i don’t realize at first, but a big and unfamiliar shadow catches my attention from the corner of my eye while i open the carton of juice.

“holy fuck. dym?”

our christmas tree, stunning as always, lays now almost drowned in presents. in fact, the stack is such, that i can’t even make out the floor for a good four-five steps. some light chuckles behind my back fill the room with the warmth i’ve been craving since i woke up. “beautiful, isn’t it?”

i turn around to dmitri sitting on the couch, staring at me with a huge grin. as if that number of gifts was the most normal sight in the world. “what the hell?” “you’ve had me waiting, darling. did you sleep good?” he asks affectionately.

“what are you, on your Santa Claus era?” i say looking at the presents again. he grants me that laugh that i adore so much as i try to give them a quick count, but after the twentieth, it starts to feel simply bonkers. they’re not even small ‘little treats’, oh no. there’s large boxes and bags everywhere.

“seriously, are you giving gifts to your whole fucking building? or is every one of your men getting one?”

“wrong. and. wrong” he says proudly, and once he’s in front of me, he just smiles. there are obvious love and joy in his eyes, which sends a cute fluttery feeling to my heart. “dmitri-“ his lips seal my words with a gentle kiss. “merry christmas, love”. a sparkle makes space on his gaze that could so easily compete with the star of the tree itself. wait. oh. oh. there’s no way.

his hands take mine and softly walk me towards the swimming pool of gifts. then, he sits close by and points at them with his head. “come on, darling. you’ve had me feeling all impatient”. he looks so excited. so cheerful. but i can’t help the slight guilt that takes over me. “dym, you’re crazy. tell me these are not only for me. you can’t- god do you even have an idea of how many there are?!” “40”. he doesn’t even take a single second to think about it. seriously, what the actual fuck? “two for every christmas i couldn’t spoil you in” this has to be a damn dream. “we’ve been friends since school!” i say grinning. “but we weren’t dating. so it doesn’t count. i wanted to make it special.” “you really didn’t have to” i refute. “i wanted to. please don’t make me wait anymore i need to see your reactions”. with a final glance, i turn around and grab the first one. “ohhh you’ll love that one!”

how can he be so cute? he wasn’t wrong, tho. it was a special edition of one of my favorite books. during the next hours, i go one by one, filling the room with gasps, yells, curses and many “oh my good”s and “thank you so much”s.

by the end of it, i’ve got clothes, books, headphones, plushies, a phone, jewelry, plane tickets, merchandising, signed stuff from famous people i love, and the cherry on top; a new car.

“you are mad. i love you so much but you’re mad” i say hugging him still shocked. “madly in love with you, you mean” he answers pulling back. “you liked them, then?” “loved them” he gives me another kiss, longer this time. “good. merry christmas, my love. i love you” he adds.

he can only hope i’ll love the ring just as much.

[yokumirumerafan]

Hiya can you pls do mha x reader with a useless quirk Ty and have a great day!

Hello guys! I’m back (finally)

I thought it over a million times and decided not to delete my old posts but stop using AI for my new ones as well (not even grammar fixing)

I just figured that it’s actually super fake to do that and any writing has to be real and have feelings in it. AI is a useful thing but it can’t and will never replace real human work. Thanks a lot to the people who supported me during this… Writer's block? And I appreciate the fact that I didn’t get hated on (surprisingly)

As you figured my work will be less frequent now since I will actually write out each character’s reactions by hand 

Although I’ll try to make it 1 post per day

Requests are ALWAYS open, but I can’t only do them so sometimes I might post random shit headcanons

Also I’m thinking of starting a long fic of one of MHA or DS characters x fem!reader (I’ll most likely make a survey abt that), and you can as well give me ideas on any plot you’d want to see in it

That’s about it for now! Here’s your request, Anon! (No AI used, promise!)

MHA (Boys & Girls) x Reader with useless quirk

Pro Heroes

Aizawa

He’s that type of person to not give a damn

Like I feel, that whether your quirk is useful and you’re a pro hero, or your quirk is absolute shit and you can barely even call it a quirk, for him it won’t matter since he looks more into personality  rather than power and looks

He would most likely not even mention it in any conversations

And definitely defend you if anyone DARES to open their nasty mouth to make some quirky comment about you

He’d as well protect you (since he’s a pro hero duh)

And if you’re insecure he’d either bring out the most ABSURD quirks he’d seen throughout his work

Or tell you shit like “If you’d be a pro hero you’d die anyway, I’d rather you have a shit quirk and stay safe”

Present Mic

Oh this one is such a hyped up mf

Like he would find ANY positive sides of you having a shit quirk or your quirk in general

Like it’s to the point you start questioning if your quirk is actually AS bad as you think it is

He would definitely make you use it in everyday life

Like for example if it’s lifting simple objects with your hands without touching the object (even if i can’t be any further than INCH) he’d make you use it

Or of it’s creating idk glass outta your tears (yeah I got creative), he would make you learn how to put all that glass together and when you cry you’d together make glass cups and stuff like that (bro would probably write the reasons you cry on these cups, and literally have a separate cupboard of “Y/N’s tears”)

Hawks

As long as I love this guy so much…

He’d tease you about it

Not like in TOO offensive way

But he’d definitely bring up how “he’s the protector of the family”

Or if you’re in a heated argument… Good luck with hearing how useless you are (ik toxic but I see it this way)

Although he apologizes ALWAYS

Reassurance? What’s that!? 

He’d find it hilarious if your quirk is useless because he gets to show off his strength

Mirko

This woman is all about training and power

So she will MAKE you strong no matter what quirk you have

She’ll make you train with her and use her as a target (since she knows for a fact you can’t harm her even the slightest)

But if for some reason you don’t want to or anything

She'll accept it

But expect a little teasing from her same as hawks about how “She carries the family”

Midnight

(she’s so freaking fine ahhhh-)

Honestly I feel like she’s mostly like Aizawa

And she won’t even ask if you wanna train with her unless you ask her

She’ll be very reassuring but honest to god with HER I don’t think the word “insecure” is in your vocabulary

Like she makes you feel like a queen of this world

She wouldn’t tease you but I think if you yourself say that you don’t care what people think about your quirk she might drop dumb jokes

Although they wouldn’t be offensive in any way, just lighthearted jokes

Students 1-A

Izuku

Oh this sweetheart will literally learn everything about your quirk

As I said once before and I say it again he WILL have a notebook dedicated just for you

He might not talk back to Bakugo about HIS quirk, but if Bakugou makes a snarky remark about you? He’s done for it

Like… Even Aizawa didn’t know Izuku could stand up for anyone

For some reason I feel like Izuku would compare your strength to his and not in a “OMG LMAO YOU’RE SO WEAK”-way but in “OMG WE HAVE SOMETHING SIMILAR!”

He will as well reassure you A LOT

And will bring up times when he was quirkless

(Honestly he’s probably the only one out of all who will actually truly understand you)

Bakugo

OK let’s not be delusional!

THIS man will make fun of you

Tease the absolute shit out of you

Make stupid jokes and remarks

He’ll be SO annoying

But GOD FORBID anyone else make a single comment about you

“Oops another one ended up in the hospital”

Shoto

Aw he’d be such a sweetie

Definitely will understand you maybe not as much as Izuku tho

But will always comfort you if someone said anything towards you

Since his dad is AN ASSHOLE that made him think he was useless he will always remind you how important you are

Like even if you aren’t feeling down he would still randomly come up to you and say that “You’re amazing, Y/N, you know what?”

He wouldn’t be aggressive towards people who dislike you

But he will definitely have a “little” conversation with them (PS. The next day everyone who  said anything about you has magically realized how wrong they were)

Tokoyami

He’s such an emo boy so dark shadow will have to do everything for him

Because he’s just not able to communicate

He’ll write you poems and play guitar (honestly I’d marry him for that)

But if you need ACTUAL reassuring ask dark shadow

And dark shadow would probably be faster to realize that you’re feeling down also

Because listen, Tokoyami is just… Very focused on other things (like saving the work yk)

Overall he’ll be sweet. Ok TRY to be sweet, but boy needs some social skills

Denki

Same as Mic he would 100% hype you up

Like it isn’t even a thing with him it’s natural to compliment you

He’ll compliment your looks, quirk, intelligence

And honesty I think he wouldn’t even know your quirk is useless until you come to him one day complaining

He genuinely thought your quirk was OK

Kirishima

OMG he’s a boyfriend material and we ALL know that

I don’t think he’s any different from Denki tho

But he’ll also be more considerate about your quirk

Like he would notice right away your insecurities (because he pay VERY close attention to you)

He would act like he doesn’t know about anything tho until you talk to him yourself

And he’ll play dumb saying “whaaaat! NOOO! I didn’t notice! You’re just so perfect that it’s barely noticeable”

Sero

This man will just say that “Everything is imperfect”

Yeah he ain’t the best at comforting that’s for sure

But he’ll REALLY try his best

I feel like he’d ask for a lot of advices from his friends

And would DEFINITELY 100% search up “How to make your girlfriend feel better”

And then do the cringiest known to men “comforting” acts

You imagine yourself

Ochako

She’ll be SO mad if you start saying how useless you are

Like to the point she won’t let you even MENTION the synonyms of synonyms for the words like “useless”, “pointless”

She’ll definitely be the type to wake up earlier every morning JUST to put on freaking AFFIRMATIONS for you

And she won’t go away until you repeat ALL of it

She’s also the type to get creative and find a new affirmation video EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

She’d probably write the out on sticky notes and put them in random places around the house/dorms ever 

Like one day you took your cereal and out of there fell out a note “you’re gorgeous”

Mina

So as Ochako she DOES NOT accept the “I’m useless”

If you ever say that you’re getting a whole slideshow of “why you’re perfect”

Will make ALL her friends tell you why you’re amazing in your own unique way one by one

Would send you random texts in the middle of the day like “You look stunning today you know that? Not like you aren’t perfect always y’know? Also good job with your training! I can see the progress!”

Meanwhile you in cookie monster slippers after doing 10 squats laying down as if you ran a marathon

Momo

Such a cutie

Won’t be super energetic and aggressive like Mina and Ochako

She’d most likely give you books like “how to love yourself”

I see her as the type of person who believes in “signs”

So she’d make you tea that some old grandma on the sale said “boosts up your confidence”, and you wouldn’t be allowed to drink any other tea

Unless she find the same grandma on the sale and she would give her a “tea that makes you feel stronger”

Yeah it’s Momo we’re talking about

She’d also make you meditate

Like she said she heard that “Meditation helps to clear out your mind out of negative thoughts. That’s just what you need Y/N!!”

Jiro

Eh… We all know what’s coming

She’ll write you a song

And not ONE, she’ll make songs about your quirk, your looks your personality ANYTHING just give her a topic

She’ll as well create you playlists for when you’re feelings insecure and she isn’t there to comfort you

Also I see her as the type to try and make your quirk helpful in music somehow

Like Idk if your quirk is long butterfly horns (pic is at the bottom) she’d most likely make you play drums (I got creative OK!?)

Tsu

We ALL know she’s chill

Like she wouldn’t care what you quirk is what matters is your personality

She would definitely know how to comfort you

And if anyone says anything she’d easily without missing a breath roast them (kinda like what she did with Bakugou in the bus back then LMAO)

She wouldn’t make you listen to affirmations or any shit like that

But if you actually feel WAY too down she’d either to to you herself or recommend a good phycologist (lmao why does that sound so cringe and sad at the same time)

She wouldn’t be like Izuku making everything positive

I feel like she’d tell you that yes your quirk isn’t the best but there are cases worse than that and even in shit quirks there’s some use to be found

Students 1-B

Monoma

That bish will be like Bakugou

Like EVERYTHING THE SAME

Except that he probably wouldn’t be as openly aggressive

He is a very… “Getting under your skin”-type of person

So he’d manipulate you (not in a bad way)

He’d just make annoying remarks with such a calm tone that you kind of don’t even know if you should be offended or it’s actually nothing to be mad over about

Shinso

I see him as a very soft type (yeah idk how kill me with slippers already)

Like he would definitely be something between Izuku, Aizawa, Present Mic and Tokoyami

He would absolutely try positive sides in your quirk

But all will absolutely use mind washing to make you kinda “forget” what were you even crying over about

He would do that a lot

And in general he would make you forget that your quirk is useless

He isn’t very good at communicating (I feel like)

So he would ask other people to reassure you for him

And then would act as if nothing happened

(He’ll be so jealous tho when you start talking about how sweet his friends are. To the point he will stop LETTING them anywhere near you when you feel down)

Villians (LOV & Shie Hassaikai)

Shigaraki

I don’t know what you expect to see here honestly because we all know this man is about power and if you aren’t useful for him he won’t even look at you

But ok let's pretend that somehow somewhere you were able to catch his attention

He will annoy absolute shit out of you

He’d keep saying how you need to be stronger and that “you can't even protect yourself!”

Will act all angry but he actually is worried sick about losing you

Will make you sit at home 24/7 because “it’s too dangerous out there! Especially without a good quirk!”

Will get you a freaking body guard if needed just so you stay safe (yes even at home)

But then will decay the man because “HE WAS LOOKING AT YOU!”

“Shiggy, he's a body guard that is literally his job!”

“I DON’T CARE YOU’RE SITTING AT HOME WITH NO BODYGUARDS. NO. NOT ANYMORE!”

Dabi

He’s insane, like literally

I don’t have any idea how he would comfort you

HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT FREAKING COMFORT IS LET'S START OFF WITH THAT!

So you better learn how to not feel shitty at all by yourself

Yeah he will be there to hug you

Yeah he will say “I love you”

But that's IT

So please don’t get mad at him if he doesn’t understand you, it’s just him, he doesn’t get in general WHY you even FEEL in the first place

Twice

Dam, the mood swings you would have to get through are crazy

He would also unintentionally say something very offensive and then spend three hours apologizing just to repeat the same process again and again

Like I don’t even know HOW you would deal with him

You want comfort? He doesn’t know what comfort is himself

So good luck with taking care for the two of you

Because I swear he’s like a freaking kid at this point

Toga

She’s a psych

She will try to comfort you. Key word “TRY” 

But she’ll most likely will make you feel even worse than before

The word “comfort” for her is like saying “threaten someone with death and then don’t kill them”

Like she genuinely thinks that you’ll feel good after that

So another good luck with trying to explain that not killing someone won't make them feel any better if anything it’s worse

(PS. She won’t get it at all. Like “Why aren’t you happy that I didn’t cut you open?”)

Compress

Oh I don’t know why but I feel like he DOES know a couple ways to show you that your quirk isn’t shit

I mean look at that man he’s a freaking illusionist, he’ll make you believe you’re the main characters of this world

He’s the type to not even hear you out on your complaints about how “useless” you are, he just straight up starts reminding you all the times when you used it and it was useful

He also will not ANYONE comment on your quirk, and I mean it

Like if with Bakugou he would just yell at someone

Compress will literally turn them into a little crystal (or whatever these things he makes are) and let you keep them on a special shelf 

Just to later on point and laugh at those people and tell you “That’s what happens to whoever disrespects my princess, you wouldn’t want to be part of the collection would you?”

And here I don’t even know if it’s a toxic thread or a joke… Decide for yourself

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul)

He agrees

Like straight up says “yeah your quirk is shit”

But he doesn’t see a problem in it tho

Like as long as he ACTUALLY loves you he won’t care if your quirk is useless or no, he’ll just have to protect you by himself then

He would laugh if you rant about how useless you are and just say “if you think so it’s your right, but I wouldn’t be with someone who’s as useless as you describe yourself as”

He wouldn’t let anyone else do that tho, he’d overhaul them literally

Kurono (Chronostasis)

Kurono my dear…

I feel like he think his quirk is shit as well

Like you’d be both crying in each others’ arms complaining about how unfair life and everything around is

And then comfort each other by saying stuff like “well at least your quirk can be used in-” and the whole process just repeats over and over again

Until you both either get interrupted by someone

Or one of you decided that “Whatta actual hell, why are we crying like two idiots” and just drags the second one up with reassuring words

Alright this took me a while. Honestly this isn’t the first fic I write completely with no AI, but it still feels new to me for some reason. If I forgot anyone please tell me as well tell me if there’s any major grammar mistakes or non structured sentences. Have a great morning/day/afternoon/night y'all. 

-Merafan

[ye4gerism]

Family Vacation W/ Jotaro

☣︎ - in which you want you, jotaro, and baby jolyne take your first trip as a family. jotaro’s a little hesitant to take jolyne anywhere as she’s so little but a little bit of reflection changes his mind.

content tags headcanons, post part 3 but WAAAY before part 4, domestic life, black reader friendly

author’s note i’ve been doing a jjba rewatch and just finished the stardust crusaders arc and i miss writing for jojo. also, i’ve been getting a lot of attention on my very few jotaro hcs, so it must be a sign to come back.

When you proposed the idea of taking your nine-month-old daughter to Disneyworld, Jotaro started to question whether you had truly lost your damn mind.

⠀ ★ “She’s a baby. What is she going to do at Disneyworld?” he asks when you bring it up. “Well…she could meet her favorite characters, ride a few light rides…we could even ask your grandpa and mom to come and make it a whole thing.” You know he wants to say some snarky bs from the unconvinced look in his eyes but instead he sighs. “I’ll think about it.”

At first, he was going to tell you no; a trip to Disneyworld from Miami would take about three and a half hours by car. Now, don’t get him wrong, he loved his baby but a three-hour car trip with little Jolyne sounded like a punishment. And you wanted to bring Joseph and his mom? Forget it.

But he didn’t forget it - he thought back to his first trip: it was his first trip to America after his fifty-day journey to Egypt. He missed a little bit of school and had to get a few grades up while managing his grief and the questions he still had about…everything. He was turning eighteen within the next month, and although he defeated his family’s greatest enemy, he wasn’t so sure about what to expect next.

His grandfather had gotten word of his state and planned a short vacation to Disneyworld. It didn’t make anything in Egypt go away but it further strengthened his relationship with Joseph. It later became one of the places he took you for a date when you met during your first year of undergrad. He reasoned with your want - it’d be the perfect place to take Jolyne.

Jotaro doesn’t ever actually tell you that he’s agreed to take you and Jolyne on this trip. It was a trip to CVS that made you realize this was actually happening.

⠀ ★ “So…I’m not understanding why Jolyne needs a passport,” you say, “I thought she wasn’t doing any traveling.” You’re both looking at the photos your baby took. It was a lot of effort but you managed to get some good ones. “Well, I figured if Jolyne does a good job at Disneyworld, we could take her to Japan next. You know, so she can see how I grew up and learn a little bit about her roots,” Jotaro says casually. You don’t say anything, confused by everything he just said. “If she does a good job at Disneyworld…?” And then it hits you, “Jojo, are we going to Disneyworld?!”

He makes it a whole thing by not only getting you passes to the park but he also paid for you to stay at the Contemporary Resort during your trip.

Although you didn’t do many thrill rides, he enjoys watching Jolyne’s excitement on the Kilimanjaro Safaris, her joy when she met Cinderella, and how her eyes light up at the SpectroMagic show at Magic Kingdom.

⠀ ★ The morning after your last day, you start your journey back to Miami. “It was a great trip right?” you try to egg him on, “You know you love that place.” He chuckles. “It gets a little pricey but…watching Jolyne…price doesn’t matter that much.”

[idontplaytrack]

Not to be greedy or amything but... could you maybe write Regina George x Reader // regina post bus accident where she has chronic pain from it, but reader has chronic pain from fibromyalgia. Reader never told anyone about it but one day it flared up badly and Regina is the only one that notices qns she becomes protective and starts to take care of them? You can make it a series if you want, have her slowly falling in love with reader! —🐇

If Walls Could Talk

Regina George x gn! reader

Warnings: coarse language, chronic pain/flare up descriptions

- w.c: 1.1k

You were rudely awakened by the sound of your alarm clock at six a.m. sharp. You slapped the screen to turn it off, but you still hadn’t gotten out of bed. Your head kills, your limbs ached and felt so heavy, you could barely move them without feeling like you were going to sob. You dozed off, only to be woken up by your second alarm fifteen minutes later. Finally, you dragged yourself out of bed and to the bathroom to freshen up. You could barely open your eyes, even by the time you were out on your porch with your backpack on your shoulder waiting for Regina to come and pick you up.

You leaned against the pillar, hand in your pocket holding your phone in the meantime. You snapped out of your trance when you heard a car honk in front of you. Blinking profusely then squinting to focus, you realised it was Regina. “Hey.” Regina smiled when she saw you but her face very quickly fell when you got closer and into the front passenger side with her. “Are you alright?”

“Just tired.” You mumbled. Your eyes screwed shut for a moment when you felt that throbbing spread around your head.

She made a sound, you knew she was unconvinced but still didn’t say anything. It was too early to squabble, or upset you, rather. “Did you have breakfast?”

You nodded, massaging your temple, “I did, Stomach’s a bit upset so I had some oatmeal and a banana.” 

“Good.” She hummed.

The rest of the drive was quite quiet, apart from the music playing through the speakers. The first half of the day was okay, you just had to sit through them. After lunch came Literature class with Mrs. Daly— she always picked on you to answer questions, read a passage, asked you what you thought about the reading that was done. This was the last thing you needed today, but you were not about to miss classes over body aches. Everybody gets those, why should you skip school over that?

“y/n, Wuthering Heights.”

Well, damn.

“Did you do the reading?”

“Yes I did, Mrs Daly.” You answered flatly. 

“Good, based on your reading, what year was Nelly born?”

You gulped, wait. You knew this. You did the math. Because you’ve already read this book before. Why couldn’t you remember? 

“Um.”

“y/n, did you do the work or not?”

“I read it, I did.” You nearly huffed. 

Come on, get this over with.

“1758.”

“Thank you.”

You quickly sat back down, and once she was at the front of the class again, you looked at the whiteboard but weren’t actually focused on anything.

Before you had registered it, you were moving onto the next class, and the next class. And the next one. With barely any time to stop in between, that meant that Regina couldn’t ask you anything and you were kind of glad about that.

“Hey, y/n. Do you want some coffee?”

“Um…”

“You just seem so sleepy, I figured it’d perk you up.” Gretchen explained with a smile. She had some in her flask— she always had a latte or sometimes matcha with her in school. 

“Gretch, thank you but my stomach’s being a little weird today so I shouldn’t have caffeine.” You declined, “Just two more classes.”

“Oh, alright then.” Gretchen seemed a tad worried.

“I’m okay, just stressed with midterms coming up.” 

“Get some sleep tonight. Early.” She said back.

“I’ll try, Gretch.” You chuckled while spotting Regina approaching from a distance.

“Finally catching you for a minute.” Regina smirked in her usual fashion, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Hey.” You smiled.

“You want to go to the mall after school to eat and maybe shop a little?” 

“Not today, I’m really sleepy.” You told her.

“That’s okay, I’ll spend the night with you.”

“Okay.” You replied, and before you could say anything more, the bell went off. “I’ll meet you back here after your last class, okay?” Regina kissed you again, on the cheek this time, “Love you.”

“Love you too.” 

“Come on, Gretch. Let’s get to home ec.” Regina glanced at Gretchen, tilting her head in the opposite direction.

“Yep. See you later, y/n.” Gretchen gave you a hug before she left with Regina. And you, were headed to gym class. But ultimately decided to sit in the nurse’s office until it was time to go home because you absolutely could not risk it. 

After the final bell of the day, you went over to your locker where Regina said she’d meet you and go home together.

————

“Will you talk to me if something is going on?”

“Regina— you know. You know how my pain gets sometimes. I don’t want to have to rely on somebody else to get through the day.” You bit back a sigh, “You already have your back hurting all the time, Reg.”

“You have your days, I have mine. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be there for you and take care of you. Sometimes, not all the time. I know that. Just when you need the help. Let me be there for you, I know it sucks. It’s hard, and it’s so isolating.” 

“It’s hard for me to— you— I  don’t like asking for help because it makes me seem like a burden.” You revealed in tears. 

“I know, baby. I understand that, but we talked about that. Right? No matter what, it’s going to be okay if we go through it together. It’s going to take time, but I will be by your side no matter how hard it gets. You just let me know and I’ll be right with you.” 

She took your hand into her own and led you upstairs to your room. “Let’s get you into a fresh set of clothes then we can lay down, sound good?”

You nodded silently and stood next to her while she got you a loose comfy sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. You groggily changed into the clothes and crawled under the covers, Regina followed suit. “Come here.” She opened up her arms and you scooted closer to her. Regina kissed the top of your head, “Close your eyes. Get some sleep, I got you.” 

“Okay.” You answered quietly, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” She ran a hand through your hair, “Did you take any pain medicine today?”

“I did.” You nodded, snuggling closer to her, “The muscle relaxant.” 

“Naproxen? Okay. Do you want to take it again? It could help you get to sleep more comfortably.” 

“Yeah, that’ll be nice.” You muttered, face almost smushed against her shirt. 

“Alright, I’ll just be a minute. Going to get you some water and the pill.” She told you then carefully pulled away from you. Regina returned soon after, you took the pill and laid back down in her arms. “Okay, go to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“You’re staying the night?”

“Mhm, I am. I’ll wake you up for dinner. For now, just rest.”

“Thanks, Reg.”

“Of course, baby.” 

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[yuikomorii]

Ayayui date♡

// I'm not sure why, but I suddenly got a burst of creativity. There's no special occasion for this post; it was really just an excuse to edit Yui in my favorite Princess Collection outfit. I like how the merch line was released right on Ayato’s birthday, so I really wanted to see an Ayayui date in those outfits! 😌💕

I was in the mood to write a special scenario again. You just have to click on ‘Keep reading’ to find it. This one is set after the LE events, particularly after the After Story, so I hope you enjoy it! ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

Ayato: Haa… finally!

After all this time, I’ve managed to sort out every single problem in the Demon World.

Geez, I’m gladly taking a break!

( Ever since I became king, I’ve been buried in an endless pile of documents—so many that I’ve grown sick just being in that place. Things seem to be getting better in the Demon World, though I’d lie to say it’s perfectly stable. )

( Well, whatever. I shouldn’t bother too much about that… for now. )

( Right now, all I can think about is her. Ugh, these stupid king duties have kept us apart for way too long. I’m sure she must’ve felt really lonely, huh…? )

( Damn it! That was never my intention, but I know it must be boring as hell to be stuck in the castle all day by yourself. )

( That’s why, I’m definitely going to make it up to her today and take her somewhere nice~! )

Place: Their room

Ayato: Chi-chi-na-shi, guess who’s ba—

( Hah!? She’s not here? )

Oi, Yui!

( She’s still not answering? )

Yui, where are yo—

???: Ayato-kun..!

— hugs his back —

Ayato: What the—!

Yui: Fufu, sorry for taking you off guard. I was just thrilled to see Ayato-kun again!

Ayato: Geez, next time I call you, answer me, understood? You’re still in the Demon World, anything could happen when no one’s around, y’know?

Yui: Ah… I’m sorry for being careless. I hope I didn’t make you worry…

Ayato: No need to sulk now. What matters the most is that you’re alright.

Now… about the thing you’re wearing. Where the heck did you even get it from? It’s the first time I’ve seen you in it.

Yui: Oh, actually I bought it last time we went shopping together. You see… I didn’t show it to you back then because I wanted it to be a surprise, but uuh… does it not suit me?

Ayato: Haa… normally, when a woman wants to surprise her man, she wears lingerie or something sexy, but I’ll forgive you this time. Why? Because you look hella cute in that, can’t deny.

— Yui blushes —

Yui: Ayato-kun… thank you! I’m really happy…!

Ayato: ( Is she seriously almost on the verge of tears for that? )

C-C’mon, don’t get all emotional over every little thing. The date hasn’t even started yet! You really want people to see you with red eyes and puffy cheeks outside?

— Yui shakes head —

Ayato: Good, now let’s go!

— He takes her hand —

Place: Kaminashi City

Ayato: Can’t believe I’m gonna say this but I somehow missed this place.

Yui: Is that so? I thought Ayato-kun didn’t like the Human World.

Ayato: I don’t mind either of them, but right now I’m sick of the Demon World. If I see one more document, I will end up throwing up on the spot.

Yui: Ayato-kun…

( That’s right, he’s been working a lot ever since he became king. I’m sure it must truly be tiring spending days in front of all those documents. )

I’m glad you put a lot of effort in your role, but take it easy, okay? I can’t do much in this situation, yet… If you ever need help, I want to be there to support you!

Ayato: Hmm… anyway. I’m not here to talk about work again. I just want us to enjoy some time together for once.

Yui: ( Ayato-kun really sounds exhausted… He’s matured so much these past few months, which isn’t bad, but I just wish he could relax a little. )

Then, let’s make the best of this day!

— tugs onto his arm and starts walking —

*Timeskip*

Yui: Haa… it’s way better outside.

( Ayato-kun is still waiting to pay for our things, but it was way too hot in that store, so he told me to get some fresh air. )

( Now that I think about it, vampires are always cold, so I doubt the heat bothers him as much as it does me, right? Even so, seeing him care about my comfort makes me really happy. )

— warm breeze hits —

Yui: Mm… so ni—

— something suddenly hits her —

Yui: Kyah! What on earth was that!?

Eh? That’s—

Familiar: Greetings. Pardon my interruption, but could it be that you are Komori Yui-sama?

Yui: ( ‘Sama’? Uuh… I feel like that’s an exaggeration. )

Yes, I am. Did anything happen…?

Familiar: Rest assured, there is no need for alarm. My purpose here is simply to entrust this to your care. Unable to find Ayato-sama, I must rely on you to deliver him this letter.

— Yui takes it —

Yui: But, what’s this letter about?

If it’s possible to tell, of course.

Familiar: In essence, a new set of documents has been prepared for Ayato-sama. Please inform him at your earliest convenience, as his return is eagerly anticipated.

Yui: Wait! Does it mean that he really has to return now—!

( Oh no! The familiar is already gone! )

( To think that Ayato-kun was finally starting to relax again… )

( All this letter will do is ruin his day, that’s for sure. )

( But at the same time, not showing it to him… that would undoubtedly get him in troubles. )

( Uuh… This situation is so complicated. What should I do…? )

Ayato: Chichinashi!!!

Yui: ….!

— suddenly hides the letter —

A-Ah, Ayato-kun, you’re back!

Ayato: Duh, and I kept calling your name but it seems you only answer to Chi-chi-na-shi~.

— He starts pinching her cheeks —

Yui: Whey dwont, staphh!

Ayato: Hehe, that’s what you get for spacing out and ignoring me.

Anyway, you weren’t approached by any creeps, were you?

Yui: N-No, not at all!

Ayato: Hmm… that doesn’t sound too honest. Are you lying?

Yui: No way! I… I’m just hungry and my stomach won’t stop growling, which is really embarrassing…

Ayato: Haa… you never change. Always getting embarrassed over everything, but no worries, I didn’t hear anything. Though, if you’re really that hungry, I guess we could get something to eat.

Yui: Y-Yeah, that sounds great!

* Timeskip *

Yui: ( After the restaurant, we went to the mall, then back to the center. Ayato-kun… we walked a lot today, but instead of getting tired, he just got more and more energetic. )

( I suppose he was really in need of this break, so maybe hiding that letter wasn’t entirely bad, no…? Still, I’ll have to give it to him today, otherwise I’ll surely put him at risk… )

Ayato: Oi Yui, look!

Yui: W-Woah! I’ve never seen such big Takoyaki before!

Ayato: Heh, right? It’s even bigger than the ones from the Demon World!

Also, Ore-sama got you this, so I better see you eat it all.

Yui: Eh-? This is such a big donut! T-There’s no way I could eat all of it!

Ayato: So you’re refusing my donut? You’re way too ungrateful for a Chichinashi. Well, in that case, I guess you don’t need it any—

Yui: No, no, the donut is good!

— starts eating it —

Come to think of it, today you’ve spoiled me quite a lot, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: And why would that be bad? I thought women liked that.

Yui: It’s not bad, but I really didn’t do anything special. You’re the one who’s been working all day and night, for this reason I believe you deserve this treatment more.

Ayato: Haa… getting all self-conscious, just like always.

Look, you know I’m not good at sentimental shit, but after everything we’ve been through, your presence is special enough for me.

I guess I just want to cherish you, that’s all.

Yui: Ayato-kun… I feel the——

A-Ah, oh no!

( The chocolate… it melted on my hand! )

I-I’m sorry, I’ll be right back!

— tries to stand up —

Ayato: Nah, nah. C’mere.

— grabs her and sits her on his lap —

Yui: Wait, don’t!

— he starts licking her hand —

Yui: A-Ayato-kun, stop it! We’re in public…!

Ayato: Mnn… Mm…

— slowly bites —

Yui: Uuh…

( At this rate, people will definitely start watching!)

— starts moving —

Ayato: Tch, you’re making this way too hard for both! Just stay still and stop acting like I’m about to kill you!

Yui: ( I know his intentions aren’t bad, but this is getting too embarrassing…! )

( I’m sorry, Ayato-kun! )

— tries to push him away but falls down —

Yui: Oww…

Ayato: ( Geez, what a klutz. )

Haa… are you hurt?

— grabs her arm and picks her up —

Yui: Ah, I’m alright, no worries.

Ayato: Oi.

What’s that?

— picks something up —

Yui: ….!

Ayato: Is that… a letter for me?

— starts reading it —

You… you had it all this time with you and didn’t say a word?!

Yui: I… I can explain!

You see, I thought—

Ayato: Shut up!

Do you even have the slightest clue about what you just did!? I seriously doubt you understand how important king duties are, do you?

Hah, of course, you don’t! Why would you?

You sit around doing absolutely nothing all day while I’m working my ass off to make sure you and everyone else can live comfortably!

I’m out here putting in the effort, grinding to create a decent life, not just for you, but for everyone, even if I didn’t ask for this shit. And you do this to me!?

I thought you matured too, but at the end of the day, you’re nothing but a selfish bitch!

Yui: Wait! Ayato-ku—

Ayato: Don’t touch me!

Yui: …!

Please, listen to me!

— grabs his clothes —

Ayato: Quiet! I’m not risking to go through that again only because of someone like you. Get lost!

— pushes her away and leaves —

Yui: …!

No… No… this can’t be the end…

How… How could I be this stupid…? Hhn… Ngh…

Kuh… Ayato-kun.. Nhn…

Place: Avenue

Ayato: (Fuck! I can’t return to the Demon World right now. )

( On top of that, why the hell am I the one feeling guilty now!? )

( She… Yes, she deserved that treatment. That’s what she gets for sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. Besides, what she did could lead to something dangerous. )

( It’s not the first time she pulls such shit on me anyway, but… )

( Why can’t I stay mad at her no matter what she does to me…? )

Tch, such bullsh— Hah?

Guy 1: Aww, she’s playing hard to get~!

Guy 2: Aren’t you a bit too feisty for a crybaby?

???: S-Stop it! Leave me alone!

Ayato: …!

( That voice… Yui! )

Place: Alley

Yui: I-I told you to stop!

Guy 1: Just come with us, it’ll be fun~.

Yui: No, I don’t want to!

Guy 2: She keeps struggling, isn’t she cu——

— gets punched —

Guy 1: What the—

Guy 2: Such strength!

Yui: Eh?

Ayato: Get out of my sight, you bastards! If you don’t leave this girl alone right now, I’ll make sure your already disgusting faces get even worse!

— they start running away —

Yui: Ayato-kun… thank you!

( He came back for me… )

Ayato: ….

— grabs her hand and starts walking —

*Timeskip*

Yui: ( Ever since Ayato-kun saved me, he hasn’t spoken a word. )

( It’s obvious that he’s mad… )

( But if both of us keep quiet, this conflict will never be solved… )

Ayato & Yui simultaneously: I’m sorry.

Yui: ( Eh? Did he just— )

No… I’m the one who should apologize. I hid that letter, knowing full well the consequences it could have.

However… I only did it because I wanted Ayato-kun to have some free time for himself too.

Ayato: You…

Yui: I’m aware of how much work you have to do, and being king is definitely not easy. That’s why, I really admire your for that.

Nevertheless, it saddens me seeing Ayato-kun so stressed out and exhausted. I want Ayato-kun to be always as energetic and cheerful as he was today, but… I do realize that I’m just being selfish.

Ayato: No… You… You’re not selfish, I am.

I was the one who didn’t listen to your side of the story. It’s just... I’m afraid of failing as king. There, I said it!

I don’t want to put the people I care for in danger, nor can’t I accept being a worse king than that old fart, so all I have to do is carry out my duties. Hell yeah, they’re a pain in the ass but that’s my responsibility now, which is why I can’t back off.

Yui: ( Ayato-kun… I never thought you felt that way… )

N-no, the way you reacted was understandable. Anyone under that much stress might have done the same, and I can’t blame you for it.

Besides, I can’t say your words were wrong. I am indeed incapable of fully understanding the challenges you face, however… no matter what happens, I want you to know that you’ll always be the best king to me…!

Ayato: …!

Heh… you really never change.

— hugs her—

Yui: W-Well, I suppose I can’t change if I do nothing all day.

Ayato: Hmph, are you throwing shade at me for what I told you?

Yui: Eh? No way, it was just a coincidence! I swear!

Ayato: Pfft, proved my point. You'll forever stay the clumsy, stupid, and oddly adorable woman that you are.

Yui: Hey, that’s backhan— Mm…!

Ayato: Nn…

Yui: ( Ayato-kun… his kiss is so gentle… )

( I really missed Ayato-kun’s kisses. I’m so happy…! )

Ayato: Oi, don’t tell me you’re about to cry again.

Yui: I’m not but…

I just want to know, will the letter get Ayato-kun in troubles…?

Ayato: I might get some weird looks for not showing up on time, and maybe a lecture or two, but it shouldn’t be too bad. I was supposed to start on them today since there’s a lot, but... I think I’d rather spend my time with my girl instead.

Yui: Is that so? Thank you.

But doesn't that mean you'll have to work even harder to make up for today?

Ayato: I guess it can’t be helped. I don’t want to think of tomorrow, all I want is to focus on the present.

Yui: Fufu, I see. By the way…

Will you uhm… stay overnight too?

Ayato: Heh~? Is that supposed to be a sex invitation?

Yui: I… T-That’s—!

Ayato: Heh~, don’t even try to get out of it, it’s written all over your face.

Rest assured though, the invitation is accepted~.

— Smooch —

[crush-itis]

⊹︵♥﹕ crush-itis ．🎀 ﹒( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)

⤷ twst x gn!reader

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⋆୨୧˚. tags ： sfw, fluff, Valentine’s Day special, hcs

⋆୨୧˚. a/n ： Hi, guys! It took me so long to make the typographies! (It’s nf2u.) It turned out so cute! I hope you guys like it too ^ - ^ it was so fun making the logos, I’ll probably be planning to make more in the future for my tumblr posts! Hope you guys like the hcs too <3 bro, when I started writing the Octavinelle student’s hcs, I was getting so dizzy, and sick of writing, so I’m sorry if most of the hcs sound rushed, or inaccurate 😓😓

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Riddle Rosehearts

♥︎： He’s both excited, and stressed for this particular holiday. He’d ask Trey, and Chen’ya for advice, sending them pictures—in the gc—of the flowers in the bouquet display. He’s even stressing about what shade of colour for the lace he’ll wrap the bouquet with. He’s just meticulous, and careful when it comes to gift giving. Dawg, he’s even standing in the cardstock aisle for an hour, “eeny, meeny, miny, moeing” these two Valentine’s Day cards. He ended up making his own card for you, bedazzling the love letter with pretty, red stationery, and cursive fonts.

Trey Clover

♥︎： This is his time of the month. He baked five different flavoured cookies for you, twenty pieces of heart-shaped chocolates, three lunchbox cakes, six tarts… okay, he just has the particular talent for baking, and cooking. Bro, even your bouquet is edible, and it tastes really amazing. When he gives you that basket stashed with pastries, and a lovely card, he’ll insist on feeding you each one of the sweets. He’d even intentionally wipe the cake’s frosting onto the corner of your lips, so that he could lick it off or something. He’s so cheesy.

Cater Diamond

♥︎： He is amazing in crafting, bro. He will make you these satin lace, “everlasting flowers”, sprinkle them in glitter, wrap the bouquet with pretty packaging, AND spray your favourite fragrance on them. He’d also take a million selfies with you, then post them all in his Magicam. The captions are just him boasting of how cute, and adorable his s/o is.

Ace Trappola

♥︎： He’s working part-time for Mc Donalds which is actually really surprising for him because he’s lazy asf. But when he saved up to at least 200+ madols, he instantly quit. Okay, he only started working last week because he needed money to buy you Valentine's Day gifts. He bought you cheap chocolate bars, this expensive Pandora necklace that he used up almost all of his money with, this cheap perfume, these roses he secretly plucked off from the Heartslabyul garden, and stuffed them all into a birthday bag he recycled from 2017. Kiss him please, he really worked hard in McDonalds to get you gifts.

Deuce Spade

♥︎： “Mom, what did dad give you in Valentine’s Day when you were in high school?” Bro is asking his mom for advice. He also has enough pocket money he saved up to buy all sorts of nice things. He’s got you Ferrero Rocher chocolates, a nice bouquet of flowers, a Build-A-Bear stuffed animal, a card he made, and of course, he even took you out on a date in the boba restaurant nearby NRC. He is damn awkward, though.

Leona Kingscholar

♥︎： He went all out. Lil bro bought you Graff, Tiffany & Co, Prada… he literally took you out on a shopping date, giving you his black card for the day. He loves to spoil, and pamper his partner. Let him shower you with gifts, it’s one of his love languages apart from physical touch or something.

Ruggie Bucchi

♥︎： He is broke, but he is creative. He made this really cute pop up card for you, folded these sticky notes into paper flowers, and bro even went to the woods to make a wildflower bouquet for you, and it actually looks cute. He even went to give up his childhood stuffed animal for you—it’s a plush hyena with a cute felt crown on its head. He practically went all out for you, and for this sweet occasion.

Jack Howl

♥︎： He bought you a cactus instead of a bouquet, and wrapped the pot with a ribbon—he even took the time to learn how to embroider to embroider your name on it, bro. He also bought you this cozy cardigan, and the usual box of chocolates. He wants to make this day special between you two, so he took you out on a simple date to go watch the sunset.

Azul Ashengrotto

♥︎： He took you out on the lamest, but cutest date in Mostro Lounge. He even planned with the twins to make up a special menu for you—full of all your favourite foods. Then after your date to Mostro Lounge, he takes you to the ocean, under the sea. He rented this little submarine, and showed you all the sea creatures, informing you who is who, and which is which. It’s like a free aquarium date. He even plucked this cute pearl for you from this unwilling, water mussel.

Jade Leech

♥︎： He made you the cutest seashell necklace ever. It’s even beaded with these glowing jewels he apparently found under the sea. And, of course, he also bought you the usual Valentine’s Day gifts, and he even got you the Sheldon Shrimp Jellycat. Man, he’s extra teasing, and possessive today too.

Floyd Leech

♥︎： He is unfamiliar with how the holiday works because merfolk didn’t celebrate such things, but he understood that it’s a little occasion that involves a bit of gift giving… so that’s what he does! He gave you raw fish wrapped in a bow, and he wants to kiss you in the VIP room in Mostro Lounge.

Kalim Al-Asim

♥︎： He done did booked a trip to the Bahamas with you. He even threw a party for you. He invited all his family, and, of course, his best friend, Jamil. He bought you all sorts of expensive things, heck, he even let you borrow his black card like Leona. Let him spoil you because he loves seeing you in flashy jewelry, and high-quality fabric clothes.

Jamil Viper

♥︎： He took you out to a lavish restaurant for a date, then surprised you with the prettiest bouquet of flowers. He is especially handsome too (well, he’s always handsome), and he even got dressed into his fancy suit. He wants to look real nice for you, alright? He’s not really one for flirting, but he’ll try. He started off with subtly brushing a hand against yours on the table.

Vil Schoenheit

♥︎： He featured you in the magazine businesses he owns as if it was the most casual thing ever. It’s Valentine’s Day, so he wanted you to be the star of today’s holiday. He did your skincare, your makeup, your hair, and even had your clothes custom made by a famous tailor. He’s watching you behind the scenes as you’re posing in a cupid-themed set, smiling softly at you. Then he will eat you out later that night in his dorm.

Rook Hunt

♥︎： It’s midnight, and 12:00 am strikes on everyone’s clock. It’s finally Valentine’s Day, and you’re suddenly awakened from the sound of your bedside window opening. Zaddy alpha is coming out of your window with the sweetest smile ever, and he’s holding a bouquet of fresh roses, a box of chocolates, a love letter with an ode written about you in it, and he smells like he just bathed in a body of cologne. He will also eat you out in your dorm tonight.

Epel Felmier

♥︎： He carved you the cutest apples ever, and made you his special candy apples. He sewed up a cute stuffed animal for you, the buttons for its eyes all wonky, and unsymmetrical. He’s also trying to be very manly today too, but failed miserably. Anyway, forgive him, because at least he was brazen enough to kiss you during your sunset gazing date.

Idia Shroud

♥︎： He was ecstatic when you agreed to going on a date with him. When he arrived at the little café you two agreed to go to, you notice that his hair (fire) is, like, a gradient of pink, and red. He is redder than when Riddle gets red. He is awkward, quivering, and dying internally. He bought you this cute necklace, but he is too much of a wimp to go and give it to you along with his other gifts. He’s twiddling with his fingers while stammering, and stuttering to you the whole time. He’s even hiding his face with his menu. Kiss him

Malleus Draconia

♥︎： He took you out to Briar Valley—the Country of Thorns. He showed you all sorts of cool places downtown, then decided you two would have your little date in this empty botanical garden. It’s getting late, and the stars are now glittering in the darkened sky. He’s showing you which constellations are which while holding your hand.

Lilia Vanrouge

♥︎： He had also taken you out to Briar Valley. He took you to the most romantic date ever to this treehouse-coffeehouse. He slipped you a bag stuffed with a box of chocolates, a stuffed animal with his cologne sprayed on it, a card, and a bouquet of your favourite flowers—on the table. Man, he is so flirty too. He’s cooing at how pretty, and cute you are, giving you all sorts of pet names. Then, of course, he’d book a love hotel for the two of you after. Guess what you will two do in the hotel

Silver

♥︎： Nap date. He set up this nice picnic blanket on the fluffy grass—under the oak tree of some nice field near NRC—two pillows, one for you, and one for him. A thick, fuzzy blanket for you both to share, and of course, his gifts for you are next to your little sleeping area. He baked you hearty biscuits with jam filling, wrapped you a nice bouquet of flowers that he put an everlasting spell on, and a card he wrote with “Zzz” written in bolded letters. If you looked closely, you could spot the small heart next to the Z’s.

Sebek Zigvolt

♥︎： He was stressing just like Riddle. Before Valentine’s Day, he was constantly blabbering into Lilia’s ears “what should I get them? What should I get them?” He was pacing around the mall, even asking Sam in his shop what’s the ideal Valentine’s gift. Sam suggested he’d buy this teddy bear—a cursed one—Sebek decided to trust him, so now, you’re hand in hand with him, and he’s yelling about his love for you. He’ll give your gift with the biggest grin ever, sliding the heart patterned bag to your hands, and you were met with a cursed stuffed animal, box of chocolates, and a handwritten letter, sealed with a heart-shaped sticker.

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𑄽୧ ׅ ׅ 𝒯hank 𝒴ou !!

[rollinouttahere-writes]

I SAW YOUR POST AND I ALSO LIKE PAULIE SM!! HE'S JUST SO CUTE <3 With that, I rlly hope u write a one shot of how he would react with a s/o whose love language is physical touch. Hope u have a nice day and I rlly rlly am a big fan of your writings, you're so amazing 🥹💗

Touchy

Paulie x GN!Reader

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Dating someone like Paulie was an interesting experience. He was far from the most conventional boyfriend you’ve ever had, but that helped to endear him to you. It was funny how flustered he would get over the littlest things. Wrapping your arms around him would turn him bright red. Kissing his cheek would have him flailing and acting like you just accosted him, only to gently trace his fingers over where you kissed him once he thought you weren’t looking.

Simply put: he’s adorable.

There was a slightly less cute quirk of his. It leaned more into being funny. His ongoing evasion of debt collectors was more than a little amusing. It could get annoying when he abruptly ducked out in the middle of a date because he got spotted, but you’ve learned to roll with it. Watching him jump through hoops and hide in odd places never failed to make you chuckle, so you found it easy to forgive the transgressions. 

Tonight, though, it did scare the hell out of you. It was late, and you were just about to head to bed when you heard the window in your kitchen get opened and saw someone coming through it. You damn near cracked Paulie over the head with a frying pan before you realized that the person crawling through your window like a raccoon was actually your boyfriend and not a robber. He’s lucky you recognized the way that light reflected off his goggles. 

Unsurprisingly, his reasoning for doing this was because he was on the run again and hoped to lose the loan sharks by hiding out in your home until they either passed or gave up for the night. You were happy with this, despite the late hours. It wasn’t often that you could get Paulie to overlook the intense scandal of it all to visit your home in the late night hours like this. You would have fun teasing him about this later.

For now, though, you contented yourself with cuddling up to him on the couch with your legs thrown over his lap. Your arm was propped up on the armrest, with your chin resting on your fist. Your other hand busied itself by playing with the hair on the nape of Paulie’s neck.

Paulie had one of his arms resting on the back of the couch, and his other hand rubbed up and down your thigh absentmindedly while complaining about his debt as if he hadn’t been the one to take out those loans and is the true victim in this situation. “I keep telling them I’ll pay it back when I have the money! I don’t get why they can’t just wait.” Paulie huffed, exhaling the smoke from his cigar.

“How long have you kept them waiting now?”

“That’s irrelevant!” Paulie’s face tinted red and he shot you a glare that was dripping with embarrassment.

The glare does nothing to intimidate you. You chuckle and start gently scratching at his scalp, making him shiver under your touch. He groans and makes a half-hearted attempt to swat your hand away. He grumbles under his breath, “Quit trying to seduce me.”

That made you laugh. “Trying? Given that you’re my boyfriend, I think I’ve already succeeded in doing that.” 

His hand moved from the back of the couch to clamp over your mouth. Much to your amusement, his ears were tinged red. “You know what I meant!” Smoke puffed out of his mouth as he huffed. You smirked against his hand, and his eyes narrowed at you, wondering what you were up to.

Covering his hand with your own, you gently kiss the palm of his hand while maintaining direct eye contact with him. His entire face and neck turned ruby-red and he wrenched his hand away like you just bit him. He sputtered for a moment before shouting in a humorously high-pitched voice, “You harlot!”

You cackled at his embarrassment. Making him flustered was the highlight of this relationship for you. The hand you were previously using to play with his hair moves and pinches his cheek affectionately, “Calm down, baby. I’m just teasing you.”

“I know! That’s the point! You’re always teasing and trying to tempt me like a siren!” His voice was loud, but lacked any real weight behind it. Paulie was the definition of all bark, no bite. For you, at least.

Another smirk spread across your face. You lean forward, “You can’t mind it that much, sweetheart.”

Paulie grumbled and averted his eyes, “Of course I mind. Why else would I be telling you off?”

“Are you sure? Because the fact that your hand is still stroking my thigh is sending me mixed signals.”

He stiffened and looked down. His grip on your thigh tightened, but he distinctly didn’t let go. Paulie drummed his fingers on your thigh and ground his teeth as he floundered to save face, “It’s not my fault you’re walking around looking like this. You put your legs in my lap. What else am I supposed to do? Especially when you’re wearing such tiny shorts. They aren’t covering a damn thing.”

You cocked your head to the side, feeling confused as to what he’s talking about. “Shorts?”

It was now Paulie’s turn to look confused. “Yeah, shorts. You’re definitely not wearing pants right now.”

“I was just about to go to bed when you came in. This is all I wear to sleep.” Grabbing the hem of your oversized sleep shirt- that you stole from Paulie- you lift it up, revealing that you’re just wearing underwear underneath. 

The cigar in Paulie’s mouth falls onto the couch as he stares at you slack-jawed. Before you can so much as blink, he’s yanking your shirt back down while shrieking like a scandalized grandmother, “Harlot!”

Again, you laughed at his distress. You loved every second of his extreme reactions. It’s not as if he actually disliked any of this. Afterall, he hasn’t thrown you off his lap yet. Or let go of your thigh, either. He wasn’t fooling anybody, much less you. He loved this just as much as you did, he just hasn’t figured out how to say it out loud yet.

[mybworlds]

Chapter 11: Beyond Desolation

Pairing: joel miller x f!reader (no use of Y/N) | Rating: 18+ Minors DNI | W.C.: 2.5K

Summary: Your life sounds perfect: you live with a perfect man, you live in your dream house, you do the job you love, you don't miss anything, except love and passion.

Warnings: no use of Y/N, use of you, reader is a photographer, reader has no physical descriptions except hair (no type or color) long enough to hold on to, unspecified age gap, Joel and reader are two cheaters, for a while. Smut, use of pet names, dirty talk, masturbation, unprotected PiV but the first time, creampies, comeplay, oral (both f and m recieving), exhibitionism, size kink, personal use of an unspecified sex toy. No outbreak here. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N We come to the end of this story and writing the epilogue was not easy because I wanted to give a fair epilogue both to this much hated Joel and to the female protagonist. You probably won't agree with this ending, but I hope I've still entertained and involved you in some way. Thx xxx

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“Hey,” he says looking you in the eyes. Even though he hurt your feelings, you can't help but miss a beat.

“Hey,” you say using his same tone. He looks tired, his curly hair is a messy mess as if he's run his hands through it over and over again. There are obvious dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept for days. Despite this, he’s always good looking.

“I'm here to fix the glass.” he tells you.

Your heart is pounding so hard you fear he might hear it.

“I thought you sent someone to do this,” you tell him trying hard to control your voice.

“For a moment I thought it was better to do it this way,” he continues.

Please, remember what he did to you!

“So why did you come?” you ask him.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he says, silent for a moment. “Sorry, actually.”

You cross your arms regaining control of yourself and the situation, “For what?” Your voice shakes slightly, but you disguise it with a little cough.

“For ruining your life. For not understanding the discomfort I caused you.” His words burn deep inside, your insides seem to tighten painfully. “I said things to you and did things that… were easily misunderstood. I was an asshole.” You nod. “I’m sorry.” He adds again.

“Okay.”

Only then you notice a duffel bag, “I’ll fix the damage my daughter did and then I’ll go away.” he tells you in case you were thinking of something else.

You step aside, letting him in, then close the door. He waits for you to go ahead and lead him, which you do, and then you go into another room.

What does he expect you to say to him? Okay, don't worry, you just broke my heart and destroyed my life, don't worry, these things happen! You’ll never be able to give this answer, even if you simply wanted to help him clear his conscience.

You hear him fiddling in the other room, while you're struggling to work on the computer on the latest shots taken for the Santa Barbara fashion house, you'd like to enhance the clothes in the right way by modifying the light and the contrast, but your mind always takes you there, in the other room.

Damn, he was such an asshole!

You get up from your desk and reach out to him, you don't know how he did it, but he's cut the broken glass and he’s inserting a new one.

You look at him with your arms crossed, he looks up at you from time to time. He probably notices your stiff posture, the embarrassment for the whole situation because he clears his throat now and then.

“Sarah… she… she, well, she made a real mess,” he says, trying to start a conversation with you.

“Uh, uh.” you grumble, walking over to the fridge to get some water. You close your eyes as you hear him cough in embarrassment at not hearing any more words from you.

You drink a couple of glasses of water, then you turn to him and see him working, you notice his focused expression, how he wrinkles his forehead and how a very noticeable wrinkle forms between his eyebrows, at that moment you notice that he’s wearing large work gloves, surely to avoid cutting himself.

At other times you’d have found that expression so absorbed and concentrated incredibly sexy, now you just feel uncomfortable being in his presence. You clench your hands nervously, it’s Joel again speaking to you, “I apologize again for what Sarah did. When I get home…”

“No need.” You interrupt. “You’re repairing the damage, end of story.” You add, your heart pounding in your chest. You bite your lower lip, trying to look out the balcony.

It's been months since you saw him and yet that burning humiliation still hasn't left you. You have always been honest with him, he has been ambiguous and cruel and, best of all, Tess.

“I’ll weld the glass and then I’ll leave,” he informs you.

You hum without looking at him.

“I'm going to get the equipment and be back.” he says, you notice out of the corner of your eye that he’s looking at you, but you don't look back at him at all.

You just want him to go away. It hurts to be with him. And you don't want to feel any more hurt because of him.

A few moments later, he returns. He works in absolute silence, the only noise being the hum of the machinery he uses.

You look up at his face from time to time, you think back to how much you fantasized about him and how with that same face he watched you disintegrate your life and destroy your heart.

“Finished,” he announces.

“Good.” Only then you look him in the eyes. “Thanks. Um… do you want – do you want a glass of water?”

“If it doesn’t bother you.”

You nod, turning your back on him and walking towards the fridge, your hands shaking slightly as you pick up the glass and pour the water. You turn around and he's a couple of steps away from you, his dark eyes looking first at your face and then at your shaking hand as you offer him the glass, he grabs it and, frowning slightly, begins to drink.

You watch his thick fingers grip the glass and his lips press against the glass.

Damn.

He swallows, then asks you, “You okay?”

You decide to be honest, “No. Your very presence hurts me. It makes me feel so bad, Joel.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, taking a step toward you, but you immediately take a step back.

You shake your head, “No.”

You and him stay at a safe distance, he puts his hands on his hips, he's about to say something, but then thinks better of it and sighs, “You’re right. I was horrible to you. Ours wasn’t supposed to be anything more than sex... I thought we would never get further, but you immediately knew how to make me lower my guard and helped me bring out things that until that moment I had kept to myself.” he looks you in the eyes, he seems really sorry “I was wrong to do it because I let you into my life and that made you somehow involved in my private sphere. It’s not your fault.” he punctuates the last words, you look up at him again “I was the one who made the mistake with you. I had ambiguous attitudes and.. I shouldn't have told you all those things, I - I..."

He’s in trouble, you see it, so you decide to intervene by telling him “Don’t be afraid. Got it. Thanks to you I realized that love and any kind of relationship are a scam.” you say feeling a lump in your throat and understanding how bitter your words are and how much this truth you just confessed to him hurt you because Joel has given you such a disappointment that you know will prevent you from trusting someone else completely as you’ve done with him or in the past “I’ve become a heartless bitch like you. Thanks.” you say melancholically, looking him straight in the eyes and crossing your arms. “But unlike you, I won’t be able to use others just for a little pleasure.”

His eyes become even darker and more serious, subtly sad. “You’ll never be like me.” He pauses. “I’d never wish that on you. I hope that one day you find love and that you find someone who believes in it just like you do.”

You shake your head slowly, “You know, the last few times we were together, I thought that…” you huff a little, suppressing the lump in your throat and trying to control your voice “I thought we were making love, I was so sure of it.” you sigh finding it difficult to confess everything to him, but you have to say it, “I thought there was no need to say those three words because I thought that certain attitudes and care towards each other were enough.” your eyes sting “Think how stupid I was!”

“I'm sorry,” he says, lowering his head and staring at the empty glass in his hands.

“Is that all you can say?” you see him tighten his fingers even more tightly around the cup “You once told me that you are afraid of commitment and.. and I understand that, I accept that, but when you realized that you were becoming important to me, why didn’t you..?” you sigh “When you realized how much you meant to me, you immediately walked away and moved on to the next one, Tess.” you add by telling him everything that was in your head and that for a while you had managed to keep aside and not think about it.

You feel better because you have given voice to everything that hurt you about his manners.

Joel purses his lips, “Tess..” he whispers her name, then looks at you “I tried to start what I had done in the past and then with you.. I tried to.. to be with her, y’ know,” your heart is beating furiously in your chest, you don't want to hear certain things, but you imagine you have no choice “but, I froze.”

“Should I care or feel sorry for you now?” you ask him acidly, shaking your head slowly.

“No, but I just wanted you to know that there’s nothing left between me and Tess. I repeat, I tried, but… I thought about the pain I caused you and so I thought I didn't want to hurt anyone else.”

“So you reserved the podium for me for having torn my heart out!” you exclaim, you huff taking the glass from his hands “You know what? It’s okay.” you blurt out putting the glass in the sink “Thanks for telling me. Thanks for making your position clear on this.” you pause for a moment “I sincerely thank you for just one thing,” he looks at you curiously “Thank you for making me understand that I wasn’t happy with Patrick.” he lowers his gaze as if struck by a sudden sense of guilt “He deserved better? Yes. Me? Fuck, yes. You?” you take a long pause, your almost angry tone fades to become softer “You too.” only then does he look up while maintaining an almost unreadable expression “I loved you, it's true, but then I also hated you. But now that I see you... I don't feel hate, only... bitterness and pity.” You find yourself swallowing and almost suddenly you feel better and the lump in your throat seems to slowly dissolve.

“Ever since my ex-wife left me accusing me of only thinking about work, I told myself that I would never let anyone else into my heart, ever again. In the end, who lost out? Me.” A long, heavy silence follows. The man who seemed so sexy and confident to you and then so cruel, now seems to have decided to show his true self.

“I’m sorry you’ve built this horrible mask because you’ve forbidden whoever she is to know you. You’ve made yourself miserable.” you sigh, deciding not to take it any further.

“I think we have now been truly sincere.” he mutters under his breath, you find yourself nodding faintly, having agreed with him after so long, “Do you have any whiskey by any chance?”

“Sure.”

You pour the distillate into the glass and hand it to him. You see him sigh heavily before taking a big sip.

“We'll be fine,” you tell him, offering him a friendly look. He nods, giving you a quick glance before taking the last sip.

You don't say anything else, but for now it's enough for you. You feel more serene and you know that from today on it will probably be better, you were stuck in that limbo where Joel Miller himself had pushed you.

You greet each other with a handshake and a long, silent look. You don't know if you'll see each other again one day, if you'll talk to each other or if you'll pretend not to know each other again, or if you decide to start something again that will last this time, what you know is that you can now forgive him and let him go.

Now your life can begin again...

[stifletower]

SHSISBSISHSJ guys I need to tell you ab several recent events with my bf (who does NOT know ab my fetish).

1. Last night we were cuddling watching a movie, me laying on his chest, and with a cautious and breathy voice he said to me “hey baby… I think I’m gonna sneeze and I don’t want to scare you…” and I looked up and his damn nostrils were flaring and he had that oh-so-sexy look on his face, and then he has the AUDACITY to be all like “oh wait maybe not” like BOO YOU WHORE! And as he’s trying to decide whether or not he’s about to sneeze I’m watching him probably too closely, he’s like “oh wait I don’t want to sneeze on you” and I’m all like “oh it’s ok baby I really don’t mind” and he’s like “come to think of it I guess that’s not the grossest bodily fluid we’ve exchanged” and I’m just like “hahah yeh🥲🫠” as I melt into a puddle. I reassured him again “I PROMISE I don’t mind AT ALL” (dude I can’t I’m so obvious) and then after all that teasing he didn’t sneeze lmfao

2. Another time he pulled one of his signature Dad Sneeze^TMs and I reacted somewhat normal, but then later I heard his breath get heavy and I instinctively turned my head towards him wayyy too eagerly (I like watching his expression when his eyes are closed lol). BUT IT WAS A FUCKING YAWN. So I turned back around, he questioned me and was like “wtf was that look for?” and I’m blushing and panicked and was like “huh what me? Oh you just made a noise, I was just turning around to see what was up” and he thought I was like mad at him and I realized this and felt bad bc I totally get how my lust and anger read quite similarly on my face. If only he’d connect the dots…

3. He’s also just been like, so damn sneezy recently. He doesn’t have fits but recently he’s had some awesome triples and even some build ups and like it’s hilarious he has no idea how sexy he is lol. And he’s always sniffling, and I’ve been playing caretaker a bit. Every time he sneezes I make a fuss and immediately kiss him, sometimes down his neck, I rly don’t do this on purpose but tbh I’m shocked he hasn’t realized yet bc like I’m such a creature of habit, it’s so obvious when I’m turned on. Maybe I’m slowly pav-loving him LOL. The other day he woke up all sniffly (he wakes up sneezy a LOT and it’s the bane of my existence bc we don’t have any time in the mornings) and I offered to get him some Benadryl and he let me (stupid of me I know but his allergies seem to get to him, even if I love them I care ab his health and comfort). I love doting on him when he’s like that, and he’s the biggest man-cold sufferer you’ve ever met too so you can just imagine flu season lol.

4. This morning he had a typically sneezy start and I was very *affected* and really didn’t want him to get up. I mused him how there were some things he does that he doesn’t even know make me crazy for him, and how they may be kinda weird. I expected him to ask what they were but he was just like “ok that’s cool as long as it works for you” and I said “maybe I’ll tell you one day” and I was HOPING he’d push but dammit he’s too respectful lol. Can’t be mad tho, like God Forbid he respect my boundaries lol

Anyways I know this has been just a ramble post but I had to yap about them somewhere, I have many more obs ofc and probably could share them in a more artsy way, despite my run-on sentences I do actually know how to write and consider myself a decent writer when I want to be. But if I don’t end up writing some fics maybe someone else will be inspired, who knows.

[kyalico]

I remember how your hands felt on mine

☆ : hai guys this is my first tumblr post (idk how to use this app) english isnt my first language so i apologize for any grammar mistakes n my overuse of commas :’) was originally gonna be a nanami oneshot but i switched it in the middle of writing

characters: toji fushiguro (jjk) x gn!reader

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, reader’s kinda an ass but so is toji, reader’s in denial half of the time ngl, rushed, not proofread :(

author’s note: its slightly inspired by i remember how your hands felt on mine by Wisp bc i luv that song <3 go stream!!

word count: 1.2k (short bc i wrote it in an hour and its time to sleep)

the cold air gently brushed on your delicate skin, whispering soft hums into your ear. your feet kicked back and forth above the gloomy water, your reflection barely visible from the cloudy specks floating above the surface.

his raspy voice ringing in your head every time the cool wind breathes onto you.

“i’ll love you forever and always, okay? don’t forget that, honey,” is what he would remind you of no matter the day or situation.

the stupid promises were repetitive to say the least, but you couldn’t help but reminisce the days where he gently held you against his firm arms, cooing nothing but delightful words that sounded melodic.

you had known toji for years. from freshman year of high school to now, adulthood. adulthood was definitely one of the most terrifying things to ever exist, but toji would always be there by your side no matter what. he went through hell and back if it meant seeing your smile that imitated a ray of sunshine for just a split second, and not once did he feel an ounce of regret for it.

the first interaction felt as if it came fresh out of a corny romance movie. looking back on it, you realize how unusual you used to act, yet toji never minded. in fact he loved how much you would rant on and on about something silly you’ve suddenly started to hyper fixate over or how much you absolutely despised chemistry. whatever it was, he adored it. he adored you.

now, what did go wrong in your relationship? was it the fact that you felt that he wasn’t emotionally mature enough or was it the fact that he thought you were never direct about how you felt about him? nobody knew the answer but you wish you did. he wishes he did.

“what the fuck? why would you just pour all of that onto me all at once? didn’t even give me some time to process, damn.” a condescending tone and a rough hand covering his face, he was insanely frustrated with you. you never meant for it to escalate, but it wasn’t really your fault he couldn’t handle this, right?

“it’s not my fault you’re never aware about how i feel,” you retorted, a frown on your face which was unusual knowing the fact you never frowned. seeing the way the corners of your lips turned down made toji uncomfortable.

“how am i supposed to know if you won’t give me shit? you lock yourself away in hopes of me getting the idea about how you feel.” toji groaned. it was getting harder to contain himself, but it was definitely frustrating that you were acting this way. you almost never did, and that’s what was so off about the situation.

“maybe read the room better? it’s not my fault you’re so fucking dense all of the time for no reason. it’s almost like you’d choose money over me.” you sneered as your body felt like it was burning up, temperature quickly rising as you struggled to keep yourself together. “i bet you spend all of that money on your side chicks, hm?” it was completely out of anger and you were basically speaking on autopilot at this point. it was hard to figure out what to say especially in the heat of the moment.

however, toji was infuriated at this point, unable to concentrate as he basically stared you down. his fists clenched, dull nails digging into his calloused hands with his knuckles turning snowy white. “the fuck? why the fuck would you say that? you’re actually so immature. i don’t know why you would think that in the first place, but maybe you’re right.” he scoffed, an unamused look on his face. “it’d be crazy if i just admitted i had a side chick or two, huh?”

“what?” it took you a while to fully process all of that, and it wasn’t great at all. “did you just admit to fucking other girls? holy shit, you’re a fucking whore!” you cried out, hand raising as it came in harsh contact with his cheek.

a red sting stained the feeling of his cheek, his eyes widening as he realized what came out of his mouth and it was stupid.

“wait, darling no.” he gently grabbed up by the shoulders, noticing the way your eyes glistened up. “sweetheart, it was just in the moment. i swear i didn’t mean it and i would never cheat on you.” he spoke rapidly in hopes of you believing whatever bullshit came out of his mouth.

a voice interrupted the continuation of your thoughts, the feeling of the wind once brushing against your skin. you didn't even realize the puny tear falling from your eye, sliding down your cheek.

you quickly wipe it away, warily turning around to locate the familiar voice hidden by the whispers of the wind. it was him, wasn’t it? you were unsure whether or not you wanted to see him in this very moment as uninvited memories swam back.

you felt the weight of a large hand covering your shoulder, its thumb gently caressing your skin. “hey, what’re you doing here?” toji spoke softly yet loud enough to penetrate the sound of the wind.

“nothing. what about you, why are you here?” you mumble, responding with a hint of hesitation present in your voice.

“missed you, that’s all.” he gently pecked your cheek without a request and he knows he doesn’t have to ask for permission from you. you’d allow it anytime.

“liar, don’t even.” you slowly pulled away, looking back down at the murky waters. “your ass cheated on me, i dont want you back.” huffing, the wind exposing your features that he absolutely loved.

he squished your cheek gently. “already told ya, i never did and will never want to.” he planted another kiss on your body, except this was on the top of your head.

“your ass admitted it, didn’t you? that’s why we broke up, you slut.” you sighed. you didn’t want to talk about any of this but he was definitely willing to after messing up horribly.

“no, baby, no.” toji sat next to you on the bench, grabbing your hand in his. “i know you won’t believe me, but it was all in the heat of the moment.”

“i genuinely didn’t mean to hurt you at all, please know that. i love you so much and saying those things was the biggest regret and mistake i’ve ever made in my life, and i hate making mistakes especially when it comes to you.” he confessed and you couldn’t lie, you wanted to believe it. and you did.

you noticed the sincerity in his voice, the look of love in his eyes. eyes that were meant for you and only you.

you would’ve never expected for him to own up to his mistakes, but you needed to as well. he wasn’t all at fault, especially when you instigated the argument in the beginning. pride was swallowing you whole, and you didn’t want to ruin the moment at all.

you let it swallow you but also let the warmth of his body engulf you. you missed this. you missed him.

“it’s okay, hun. i forgive you.” you spoke gently, forgiveness was all toji needed. he didn’t even care for the fact that you were at fault. all that mattered was you. just you.

you’ll apologize soon, but you needed him right now. not even the frosty wind and the aroma of seawater could ruin this moment.

☆ rlly rushed ending so sorry!! ill do better :’(