#be nice to me or i will start sobbing and make everyone else hate you

[theangrypomeranian]

see what these customers don't understand is that I'm a theater kid and can cry on command and am 100% willing to do so just to make them feel bad for being assholes to me :)

[cjjohansson]

what if love isn't enough?

natasha romanoff x reader // part 1...

angst? yes. sad? yes. am i sorry? no x x x

“Were you going to tell me?” you breathe out into the room, Natasha stills when she hears your voice. 

“Tell you what?” She tries to act innocent but you know better. You won’t fall into her games right now. 

“That you're seeing some girl, some doctor in the medbay?” Natasha stays quiet, and part of you feels like you can hear your heart break. 

“Ha, ok, nice. See you around Natasha.” And now it is her turn to feel like she can hear her own heart break too. 

You and Natasha have a long history. Years of flirting turned into a one night stand, which led to multiple dates. Which then turned into a relationship that floated naturally, without one another having to say a thing, without actually having to verbalize it. You shared a bedroom; well not for about 3 months now, that’s how long it has been since you two separated over a stupid argument about how she didn't want you to go on a solo mission. Nights spent in that room worshiping each other, treating each other's wounds after a bad mission, comforting each other after horrible nightmares, sharing i love you’s…

How can you be with someone for 5 years and claim you love them so much that it hurts, to then start seeing someone only 2 weeks after breaking up? 

Because according to a conversation you overheard in medbay, they’ve been seeing each other for just under 3 months. 

You mindlessly drift through the compound, ignoring everyone who tries to speak to you, you can’t do this right now. 

How can you do this when only 5 days ago, she was in your bed breathlessly moaning your name after you both needed some comfort after a bad mission?

How could she do this? That’s all that was running through your head as you approached the punching bag in the corner of the gym. 

How could she start seeing someone so quickly after you broke up? How could she then sleep with you while seeing someone else and not even tell you? How could she rip your heart out all over again? 

You hated it. You hated how much emotional power she held over you. 

But you guessed that’s what you get for falling in love right?

“Hey.”

“Fuck off.” You huff to Bucky as he approaches the bag and holds it still, taking the force from your punches like they're nothing to him at all.

“You know…” That makes you stop. Your hands falling to your sides as you stare at him confused.

“I know what Buck?” You watch his eyes widen as he takes a step back, putting some distance between you. 

“I was going to tell you, I was, I promise you. We both just got caught up in missions and when I was here you weren't, and vice versa you know?”

“I know what James? Do not make me ask a third time!” Your anger is building, you already know the answer.

“About Nat and Dr-”

“Fuck you.” 

“Y/n…”

“NO! FUCK YOU!”

“Calm down, let me talk!” 

“No, you don't get to talk to me. You’ve been my best friend since we were 3 years old! You kept this from me! How could you! How could you…” You sob as you turn and walk out the room. You can’t be here. Your own best friend knew? Who else knew? Everyone most likely if Bucky did. 

You find yourself mindlessly drifting back through the compound, only this time no one stops to try and talk to you. You can’t imagine you look good right now, you're so close to exploding. 

You end up in your bedroom, walking into your closet to grab a suitcase from the top, dragging it to your bed as you work your way through your drawers and closet, grabbing everything and anything you could get your hands on. 

You need to leave, it is the only thing that you can actually think straight on. If you stay, you won’t survive. It’s been hard enough the past 3 months let alone knowing she is with someone new. 

“Babe…” You don't stop grabbing clothes. You don't bother to fold them, you just throw them straight into the suitcase as quickly as you can.

“Can you let me talk, let me explain.” You stay silent. You can’t even look at her right now. 

“I’m not, ugh, I’m not seeing her. I don’t know what you heard, but you know how rumors spread around here. I’m not seeing her.” You lose it. 

“You're fucking her though, right?” You turn to face her, keeping the distance between you. You're so angry, you're hurt, this is ruining you. 

“Y/n… We broke up.”

“Oh so that just makes it okay to go fuck someone days after we break up? 5 years of my life wasted for what? Did you actually ever even love me? Or did you just love the attention I gave you?” 

“That is not fair. You know I love you, I love you so deeply that it hurts, it aches. But you were the one to walk away, don't try and act like a victim here. YOU LEFT ME! You broke my heart. So you do not have the right to stand here and be upset and angry with me for doing that, when you were the one who walked away first.” That isn’t fair, that isn’t what happened at all. 

“I did NOT walk away. You gave me an ultimatum. I had to go on that mission, you knew I did-”

“YOU DIDN’T! Bucky said he would go instead! The lead up to that mission was driving you crazy, for months you had nightmares, you worked yourself to exhaustion. I tried to be there for you and you pushed me away! I stayed until I couldn't anymore! I couldn't stand by and let you ruin yourself. I left because in return it was ruining me too. Because if I stayed you would have hated me anyway.” Both of you are breathing deeply, the tension flowing around the room. How can any of this be happening? How is any of this fair to either of you?

“I love you. But you didn't love me enough to stay. So I walked away and every step I took, it fucking killed me. I stripped myself bare to you! I gave you so many parts of myself that I have never given to another person before, that I will never give to another person ever again! So yes! I slept with someone, I can hold my hands up and admit that I did. It was soon, and that was a shitting thing to do but you leaving was really fucking shitty too Y/n. I do not owe you an explanation or an apology for how I deal with my own pain, not anymore.” Natasha’s breathing picks up, tears flowing down her cheeks with no intent of stopping any time soon. 

“Natasha…”

“I am not seeing her. I slept with her once. And I have regretted it every single day since it happened. Because she isn’t you, but no one is going to be you, ever. And that’s my burden to carry.” Natasha turns to leave the room but you find yourself rushing towards the door and holding it closed before she can exit. Her back is pressed against your front and all you can smell is the perfume you bought her for valentines day. 

“Stay…”

“How can you expect me to stay when you wouldn’t?” Her forehead rests on the door as she continues to breathe deeply. Her words completely throw you. Because she is right.

“I know that mission drove me crazy, but I need you to understand that I needed to do what I had to do tasha or it would have ruined me even more. They…they ruined me, they took me apart and put me back together wrong over and over as they saw fit, day after day. I was the one who needed to finish it. Not anyone else. Because if I didn’t finish it, it would have eaten me alive for the rest of my life. That night, when I left, all I felt and saw was rage. They stole everything from me, I needed it to be over, and I’m sorry that it meant I had to leave you to be able to do that. But I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to ruin you too. I never meant for any of this Natasha. Believe me when I say that, please.” Your voice cracks as you rest your forehead on the back of her head. Your tears falling into her hair, you can feel her body moving from her own sobs. 

“I know you didn’t. I didn’t either but we both did. How can we even move forward from this Y/n?” She turns in your hold, your forehead now resting on hers and you stare into each other's red eyes. 

“I love you. After all this time, I still love you. It’s always been you, it was you yesterday, it was you 2 months ago, a year ago. It is you today, it will be you tomorrow and for the rest of my life it will be you, I love you Natasha.” 

Her hand moves to your face, your own head leaning into her palm as she takes the weight of it. 

“But what if love isn’t enough y/n?”

part 2

[geekforhorror]

hiiii love ur writing sm !! i don’t have many specifics but i know i’d like to see corruption kink nd dacryphilia w/ jamie:)) thank u sm:) !!

thank you for the kind words anon! when i first saw this ask i actually moaned 😫

cherry pie

pairing: dbf!james kelly x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!james, sub!reader, unprotected p in v sex, degradation, dacryphilia, corruption kink, rough sex, possessiveness, jealousy, pet names, fluff, etc.

“You think you can just walk around outside flaunting what has always been mine, sweetheart?” James rasps into the shell of your ear as he fucks you raw. “You thought wrong.”

You had just flown home from college and decided to stop by your dad’s house. To your surprise, he had thrown you a welcome home party and invited your closest friends, some family, and most importantly: his best friend James.

Coincidentally, you just so happened to be wearing the skimpiest clothing imaginable. In front of James. As soon as the party officially started, you made your way around the house thanking everyone who had managed to show up. Everything was going well until you started conversing with your good family friend, Andrew. Unbeknownst to you, James had become furious once he saw the two of you exchanging harmless words to one another. He hated it and the rage in his eyes only confirmed it even more. You were his, even if the two of you weren’t a thing.

He decided to take matters into his own hands and stormed outside, intending to walk over to the two of you and stop anything else from happening between you and Andrew. Once he finally made his way over to you, he cleared his throat, which startled you.

“Hi James! It’s so nice to see you,” you said with an illuminating smile plastered on your face.

“Who’s this?” James asks with no hesitation, a look of disgust as he looks directly into Andrew’s eyes.

“James, this is Andrew. Andrew, this is James.” you say with an inviting voice.

“Nice to meet you man,” Andrew says to the man.

“Wish I could say the same. I need to talk to your friend alone, kid. Now beat it,” he says, not even trying to hide the harsh nature of his words.

“Whatever dude,” Andrew says before walking away to get a drink.

“What was that Jamie?! Andrew’s nice!” you ask in a scolding voice.

“He was getting a little too close to you for my liking,” James says coldly.

“You don’t get to decide who I can and can’t talk to! You don’t own me!” you say in a fit of anger.

“You can deny it all you want, but you know deep down that I do own you.”

And boy was he right. I mean how else would you have ended up being fucked on your bed?

“Such a fucking little brat, huh? Had to throw a damn temper tantrum at your own party, didn’t you? Whose idea do you think it was to have this party?” he grunts while plowing himself deeper into your aching hole.

“Fuck Jamie…” you cry out as you feel his fat cock stretch you out ever so deliciously.

“Poor baby…already so drunk on her daddy’s best friends cock,” he tuts in fake disapproval.

He had managed to make a girl like you lose composure with only a few thrusts. You would be lying if you said you never dreamed of this. Him doing this to you. He wanted to ruin you, so that no other man could have you.

“No boy can fulfill your deepest desires like I can. That’s why you need a man like me,” he says full of lust. “You belong to me.”

“Please…need more…” you plead, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Greedy girl, aren’t ya, darling?” he asks, already knowing the answer you would give him.

“Only for you,” you reply in a choked sob, tears finally streaming down your cheeks from how he was splitting you open. It was enough to have your toes curling and see stars.

“Lemme see those pretty tears, baby,” he says before bringing his tattooed hand to your face to wipe them even further down your cheeks. You feel his tight balls slap against the curve of your ass, which provides some much needed friction.

“James ‘m so close! Please let me cum…” you beg of him, too far gone to even paint a picture in your mind of how desperate you are in this moment.

“Promise me that you’re mine,” he demands of you.

“I’m fucking yours Jamie…all fucking yours!” you let out with raggedy moans as he stuffs you with even more of his dick.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now let go for me, m’kay sweetie? Prove that I made the right decision to let you cum,” he says in between his erratic movements, his words only spurring the two of you on. He finally hits that spot deep inside of you, enough for you to teeter over the edge and finally milk his cock with your sweet release.

James throws his head back at the feeling while still pile driving himself at an agonizing pace into your spent pussy. Before he knows it, his sticky ropes of seed spill into your walls, where it would stay for the rest of the night if it were up to him.

He finally pulls out and then positions himself so he’s laying directly next to your achy body. As the two of you catch your breath from your guys’ respective orgasms, he caresses your tresses.

“I love you,” he says, breaking the silence once and for all, causing you to look at him in shock.

“You love me?” you ask, wondering if you had heard him right.

“How could I not, baby?” he responds.

“I was just wondering because…I love you too Jamie.” you admit.

The look he gave you was one of awe and admiration. You felt so lucky to have a man who cared for you deeper than you could’ve ever imagined. Needless to say, he felt the same way.

“So where do we go from here?” he asks nervously with a chuckle.

“I may have an idea,” you say before pressing a gentle kiss to his soft lips.

tag list: @zapernz @mortalheartache @midnight-raine @camiemorgan8 @myheartwillgoon2022 @demieyesore

[creepswrites]

i've been dealing w/ a lot lately and wanted to write something nice so. enjoy.

SLASHERS w/ A GN! S/O WHO IS DEALING WITH DEPRESSION & ANXIETY

MICHAEL MYERS

"I just don't feel like doing anything..."

Michael gives you space if you ask for it but will still stand and watch you from the corner of the room

He's not the most outwardly affectionate person but you can tell he's worried when he comes over to squeeze your wrist once or twice

And you can tell he's worried sick when he points at the television as an invitation to watch a movie with him

He'll let you cuddle against him and he plays with your hands or hair and actually does hold you back

(It's not that he's NOT affectionate, just not usually like this)

The two of you can spend all day watching silly tv shows and movies to make you laugh

Every day may not be good, but there is something good in every day.

LESLIE VERNON

"Oh my god, Leslie, I think I'm having a panic attack."

Your hands are shaking so bad, you're sweating cold, and your vision is starting to get spotty as he hurries over to catch you

He rocks you through it, sits you down on the floor, and keeps you close to his chest while running his fingers down your arm or through you hair

Leslie's voice is soft and grounding as he tries to talk you back down

When you're finally able to breath again, you break down into such guttural sobs that he just holds you and rocks you gently

He lets you stay over at his house, you two get your favorite for dinner, and he reminds you that if you ever need to talk, he's there

After watching a movie, you talk to him about it. About how everything feels so overwhelming, how you feel helpless and out of control, and how you feel alone. He listens, really listens. And right now, that's all you really need: to just talk it out with someone

Even the darkest hour only has 60 minutes.

STU MACHER & BILLY LOOMIS

"I feel like everything is going wrong."

Stu happily listens to you vent about your problems and tries to drag you out on walks or to see movies or something

Definitely the type of guy to take you to amusement parks to give you constant dopamine hits

Billy, in contrast, will give you solutions to your problems and gives you space

He's not the most emotional guy so he tries to give you space to sort out your thoughts

So you've got a good balance!

Whenever they catch you starting to spiral again, Stu will go grab you a drink or a blanket while Billy tries to talk you down, reminding you that your problems are temporary and you will be okay

You've survived everything up till this point. You will continue to survive.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

"Do you hate me?"

Honestly, Vincent is surprised you could even think that!

But he understands how your mind works at this point so he takes you aside and opens the floor for you to talk

Everything just spills out. Small things he may have done on accident that just began to pile up, larger things that have just added to weighing you down, everything

Anyone else would think you were blaming him for your problems but he didn't see it that way. He saw you finally cracking and asking for his help to fix things

He can't magically solve everything for you but he supports you, showers you in hugs and kisses, and starts talking to Bo about maybe driving you out of Ambrose every so often to see someone about your mental health

You're grateful for his help. Everything feels so much less overwhelming when you have someone to hold hands with while you try to get help

Small, baby steps each day add up to huge, giant leaps over time. Don't give up.

LESTER SINCLAIR

"I think everyone hates me."

Lester's head snaps around and catches you staring down at your phone with wet, sorrowful eyes

You break down when he hugs you, spilling everything about a fight with your friends that left you scared. Not sad - scared

That's what sets off alarm bells in his head. He puts your phone aside and listens to you talk, vent, cry, anything you need

You're afraid. Afraid of what your friends said, worried about what they might tell others, and a petrifying anxiety that you'll end up alone

But Lester reminds you if they do that, then they were never really your friends to begin with

He peppers your face in kisses and reminds you that, no matter what, he will always love and care for you. Even if the whole world was against you, you'd always have him Jonesy comes and sits in your lap, licking your face and hands as she tries to smother you in her love as well!

Don’t dwell on those who hold you down. Instead, cherish those who helped you up.

[ipostwhatiwant1202]

More Headcanons: Personality Quirks

Leo:

• calm and collected but also very stubborn. it's his way or the high way until you prove him otherwise

• feelings aren't foreign but definitely aren't something he's particularly good at. he's guarded when he's confronted with someone who's heart is on their sleeve

• feelings, that being said, aren't a sign of weakness in his eyes. go ahead, be angry or be sad, but get it together cause shit needs done

• only truly comforting if you're full blown sobbing, and depending on your relationship, big bro leo or soft boyfriend leo come out

• best at de-escalation unless he's the one fighting with the other person

• hates, hates, hates being wrong (i don't make the rules) but weirdly not afraid to apologize for being wrong, in his own way of course

• he hates the word sorry and believes it's just a word. since he's a man of few words, he prefers to show he's sorry. (i've mentioned it before and i'll die on this hill, king of acts of service)

• can dish advice like it's candy but for the life of him can't take his own advice

• the patience of an absolute saint, unless you're one of his brothers

• confrontation is his middle name

• sarcastic but very thoughtful and very appreciative

• besides mikey, he gets the most depressed because he feels like his only identity is a leader at times

• he strikes me as the kind of guy that just comes up out of nowhere and says "need some help with that?"

• willing to try anything once, open minded to an extent if it's not dangerous

• extremely trustworthy and loyal

Raph:

• hothead but the most sensitive out of all the brothers. very quick to cry

• feelings, like mikey, are shown on his sleeve. he makes it everyone's problem

• bad at communication...that's all i gotta say on that

• unhealthy projector of feelings but is willing to hear tips on how to do better

• the type to start crying if you start crying

• not the most patient in the world but if you're new something he tries (keyword: tries) to be as patient as possible

• he gets awkward if he knows he hurt someone's feelings and has to apologize. very bad at words and not the best at showing he's truly sorry

• horrible at advice

• chronic gaslighter in some situations (i don't make the rules)

• he truly does try to better himself if you call him out on his bs, he's able to hold himself accountable..in his own way

• even though he's a hothead, once you start crying, immediately he stops. the first sight of your lip quivering and he's shut up cause he crossed the line and he knows it

• doesn't mind confrontation

• loyal, loyal, loyal

• type to hold a grudge forever and never forget

• the "where's my hug at" guy

Donnie:

• his intelligence is his strongest suite but sometimes it goes to his head...literally

• very awkward with feelings and has no idea what to do in situations that call for comfort

• unless he's very comfortable with you, he will send you to someone else if you're upset so he doesn't upset you more

• not emotional but also not not emotional

• doesn't like confrontation at all unless you're nice about it

• best at communication out of all the guys because if he's bothered, he makes it very known

• besides mikey, he's very easily manipulated

• chronic overthinker

• very insecure in his abilities as a ninja

• hates to talk about his feelings and bottles them up until he explodes

• not one to get angry but he is the passive aggressive king

• germaphobe (no elabortion...he just is)

• he's very kind and very helpful when the situation calls for it

• he's the most gentle of all the guys

• definitely on the spectrum (not sure which, but he's definitely on one)

Mikey:

• number one most emotional out of all the brothers and doesn't show it

• jokester but is able to have meaningful and deep conversations the best

• most empathetic and compassionate but too quick to trust

• explosive temper that only comes out when his family or friends are in life threatening danger

• feelings are worn on his sleeve and he isn't ashamed to show them

• boundaries are an extreme work in progress (do with that what you will)

• sometimes is unable to decifer when not to make a joke

• will take jokes as far as they'll go to the point where the offense level is very questionable

• apologizes until it gets incredibly annoying

• will never be afraid to share his opinion but will always be quick to point out the good

• he cries all the time with no shame

• actually a very analytical and extreme outside the box thinker

• the "i had him/her first" friend if you get into a relationship

• very good listener when needed, but selective hearing most of the time

• he has adhd. nothing further needed.

[serverusslaype]

Special

just a random short angsty, sort of fluffy one-shot, Severus Snape x professor!reader

i just wrote this right now because im in an angsty sort of mood, and i wanted to post something. i miss you guys, and i am now currently writing part 14 to shameless!! woo!! that break did my brain well. i feel refreshed hehe. <3 thank you for giving me some tips on how to get rid of that godforsaken writer's block, good lord. i hated it. but i'm free now, until next time ;)

this is a drabble/one-shot so it's sort of vague-ish, so yeah, if there's any mistakes or anything i'm sorry. ;(

(i also didn't put the taglist since it isn't part of the shameless fic! just in case you wondered!)

warnings: mentions of cheating

"If it makes you stop crying," Snape began hesitantly as he stared at your tear-stained face, frowning with a scrunched nose of what seemed like disgust. "We can go back to my office, and I'll make you some tea." He said, shoulders rising and falling slowly as he sighed. Watching you be so sad and cry wasn't something Snape was fond of, and it was effecting him - more than he wanted to admit. He just hoped you'd accept his request of making you some tea, then perhaps he could figure out what was making you so upset, and punish the culprits. Snape had always had a little soft-spot for you ever since you'd joined Hogwarts as a professor a year or so ago. Usually he didn't feel such a way towards younger, new professors, however, your kind and sweet aura had him unexpectedly mesmerised the moment you'd introduced yourself to him. The Potions Master wasn't exactly sure why he felt this way towards you so soon, but he knew it couldn't be good - the last time he felt something like this was back when he was a child.

You looked up, still sobbing quietly, managing to slip a confused frown upon your face. "Tea?" You repeated quietly with a sniffle, pausing for a moment to ponder on Snape's offer. "...Tea would be nice."

You hadn't expected to bump into your usually gloomy, rude colleague whilst having what you thought was going to be a private breakdown after learning that your partner had cheated on you with your best friend. Almost two years down the drain, just like that. Snape had accidentally walked in on you hunched over your desk, crying hopelessly. He was about to walk away when you'd heard a deep sigh, startling you. And here you were. Being offered tea by him.

"Let's go then." Snape said with a flat tone, looking away from your sad eyes, unable to withstand the pain that was gathering in his chest.

You were at least two or three cups of tea down when you'd finally explained everything to Snape. From the start of your relationship to the unexpected demise. It dug up old, painful memories, and you were crying again.

"What's wrong with me?" You sobbed, taking another sip of the tea that Snape had made you; hot tears soaking your cheeks and dripping into the cup. Another deep, frustrated sigh slipped from Snape again as he watched you from his desk with a sad frown upon his pale features. "I don't get it," you sniffled, gripping the handle of the tea cup with white knuckles, "did I do something wrong?"

No, you couldn't do anything wrong, Snape wanted to say. He wanted to tell you how wrong you were, and how perfectly good you truly were. But he knew you wouldn't listen, and so he kept quiet, only muttering in disagreement.

"I doubt that, Y/N." Snape mumbled, though you didn't give him much time to say anything else before you stumbled into a self-deprecating rant.

"Maybe I wasn't worth it, I mean, it's not like I'm anything... special," you laughed dryly, avoiding Snape's cold eyes, "maybe I'm just the girl that everyone dates before they find their true love. I'm the girl that they use to find the one, I don't have any good qualities, I'm a pushover, and-"

Snape inhaled sharply, "Stop it, Y/N!" He bellowed, slamming a hand down on the desk that the two of you were sat at. Instantly, you went silent, your mouth hanging open in shock as your heartbeat suddenly sped into an incredibly fast pace. You glanced up at Snape with wet and wide eyes, startled by his unusual outburst.

"Severus-"

"No, Y/N," he held up a hand, silencing you, "you're wrong about yourself. You are special." Snape sighed, moving his hand to massage his temples. You couldn't believe what was coming out of this man's mouth. "You're more than enough. Your ex was clearly a fool to do such a thing to you. In fact, I can't fathom why they would choose your friend over you." Snape said with a stern tone, clearly distressed. Your mouth still hung open as you stared at him, flabbergasted. "You're kind, sweet, considerate, and your heart is twice the size than it should be."

"I..." You uttered quietly, staring at Snape, evidently speechless. He shut his eyes momentarily, suddenly realising what he'd just said. Yet another deep sigh slipped from his heaving chest, rendering you silent.

"You..." Snape stumbled, avoiding your eyes. There was no way he could look at you right now. He'd just opened the floodgates on what he truly thought of you. He probably looks like a right blithering idiot.

The room went quiet, and the two of you sat there in what felt like a somewhat-comfortable silence, taking the moment to acknowledge what had just happened.

You stared at the man opposite you, a sudden and unusual warmth blooming in your chest. For the first time since you'd met him, you took the opportunity to truly look at him. Snape's black eyes glittered in the low, soft amber light from his candles as he reluctantly glanced up at you, pressing his lips into an awkward thin and flat line. His shoulders rose a tad, tensing as he inhaled, and he shifted his gaze to the desk again. Clearly, he was unsure on how to navigate this current moment.

A tiny smile picked at the corners of your lips as you looked at him. "Thank you." You whispered, glancing down at his splayed out hands. Taking a chance, you reached out your own hand and placed it atop of one of his, feeling it flinch. Snape's eyes darted up to yours, and he returned your smile, though it seemed a little awkward.

Snape didn't say anything to you, he only nodded gently before pulling his hand back to himself after a few long moments, clearing his throat.

"Well, since you've stopped crying," he began, sitting up straight in his chair, "we can assume I've done a good job." A little chuckle escaped you, and it caused a loose, genuine smile to erupt on Snape's face. You noticed it, but chose not to say anything, instead silently admiring how well it suited him.

"Now I know who to come to when I'm sad." You joked lightly, and as quickly as the smile had arrived on his lips, it disappeared. You laughed, feeling a tad lighter. Though the awful situation still sat within you like a dead weight, waiting to be dealt with, it felt good to smile and laugh, especially with a man you thought to be devoid of such emotions.

"I don't think-"

"Thanks, Severus." You cut him off with a bright smile, making his heart flutter. Perhaps he would wander past your classroom a little more often than before.

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[kairiscorner]

he is me and i am him (also i updated my masterlist, i put a jjk section !!)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

he's so sorry he made you cry... kinda. – teen!satoru gojo x reader

summary: he was never a nice guy, you knew that, but even so... he does have a heart, a literal anatomical one; he's just never shown you how much you make it beat like crazy. pairing: teen!satoru gojo x reader genre: lil' bit of angst and a whole lot of comfort and fluff 🫶🫶🫶

satoru gojo is a little shit. well, a head and a half taller than you piece of shit, but who cares? you do, a little bit, but the fact he's so much taller than you isn't what bothered you—it's the fact that he effortlessly makes you feel shitty about yourself.

satoru gojo was the worst guy you ever met, and you've met all kinds of douchebags in your life—but he definitely takes the cake. he's insensitive, crass, lazy... he's everything you hate in a person. you had no idea how anybody could like him. the only reason you hang around him is because you're friends with shoko and geto, no other reason. you'd kick him out if you could, but you didn't wanna hurt the two of them so you just... had to bear him and his shitty attitude.

satoru gojo was so boisterous, he always filled the silence with his stupid jokes and gags that you were surprised anyone would laugh at. he was so noisy... it was like he wanted his voice to be remembered by everyone, especially you.

satoru gojo doesn't know when enough is enough when it comes to you, he assumes that your angry, annoyed face is a face you make when he's doing a good job at riling you up–and it is, but he's yet to understand just how mean he can really be towards you. he thinks that a lot of his jokes towards you always come across the way he wants them to; they're just harmless little jabs at you, no biggie... until he jabs you a little too hard that tears start falling from the corner of your eyes.

satoru gojo knows nothing, nothing, about comforting people when they're crying–he's unsure why you're even crying in the first place. if he wanted to make you cry, he'd've done much worse than just poke some fun at you and tease you for a few of your shortcomings, but he never meant to make you cry. he teased you that you were a crybaby, a sensitive little cutie that gets pissed about everything. turns out, he was partially right, you were indeed expressive with your emotions, but only when they reach the boiling point, and you just... can't take his bullshit anymore.

satoru gojo had never seen you so vulnerable before; he had always thought you were the type to not get so affected by some guy's unsolicited opinion, but he wasn't just some guy to you... he was satoru gojo for crying out loud; and you didn't care if he was some hotshot sorcerer or womanizer or anybody else important or well-known or liked–he was an asshole, he... he shouldn't have affected you this much. you weren't angry at him, at least not anymore, you were more angry at yourself for letting his words get to you.

satoru gojo felt awkward and a bit unsure of what to do as he watched you cry, with you trying your hardest to wipe your tears away amidst you sobbing a whole new batch of tears. it was like his words had cut so deep into your heart that you forgot how to close the faucet of your tears. you were so mad... how could a jerk like him get to you that well?

satoru gojo would've left you right then and there for you to deal with the aftermath of his overstepping, like hell did he want an earful from shoko and geto from his idiocy and insensitivity again, but there was just something about your pathetic little self that gojo felt compelled to deal with, to... console.

satoru gojo hates this feeling, he hates feeling responsible for feelings that aren't even his. you would think that for a guy who gets a lot of praise from people for his looks and abilities, he'd know how to deal with them and get them off his back–but he doesn't. he sighs as he looks away from you, his brows furrowed together in agitation as he tries to settle with himself that he shouldn't stay, he shouldn't try comforting you when he doesn't even have the faintest idea on how to even start.

satoru gojo sighs and groans loudly as he crouches to level with you, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to collect his thoughts. "oi, crybaby, look at me." he said to you in a snappy voice as you looked up at him with angry eyes, your vision being blurred as the tears obscured your sight. if your goal was to make gojo feel bad, well you were doing a semi-bad job; he doesn't yield to anybody's tears, or at least, he didn't until he became the reason you cried for the first time.

satoru gojo sighed again as he took off his sunglasses, wanting to face you fully, show you he isn't kidding around. you looked away from him again as you buried your face in your palms, your muffled sobs getting louder as gojo approached you. "c'mon now, crybaby... y'know i didn't really wanna make you weep–crying doesn't look good on you." he muttered as he gently grabbed your wrists and pulled them away from your face, seeing your eyes dripping with tears and your nostrils wet with snot.

satoru gojo chuckled as he saw your usually prim and proper face being all disheveled and wet, to believe he was the first guy in a long while to make you sob isn't that unbelievable–and though he felt a small pang in his chest that urged him to cheer you up, he kinda found this other side of you as... kinda adorable.

satoru gojo gently wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, chuckling lowly as he did; muttering how swollen your eyes look now, how they–despite him saying that crying didn't suit you–you looked really pretty with this more somber look on your face. "for a crybaby, you sure look kinda pretty after sobbing. it's pathetic, sure, but... kinda hot as well." he said in a hushed voice that was laced with mischief as he stuck his tongue out at you as you looked at him all angrily, as if you were about to hit him for what he said.

satoru gojo laughed loudly when you said you weren't a crybaby, you just... you just felt a little vulnerable. "yeah, yeah, say what you want to feel better, crybaby. and, so i can see you smile that impish little grin again..." he uttered as he leaned closer to you–his aquamarine blue eyes locking with your own as he stared into the pretty hue of your irises–and says with a wide smirk on his face: "i'm sorry..." and he blows a raspberry at your face and chuckles. "kinda." he ends as he pulls away from you, pinching your cheek all the while. he dons on his sunglasses as he pinches your cheeks again, noticing how bite-able they are. some things just never change, do they? well, at least you heard the satoru gojo speak an apology, even if it was fake, or semi-fake.

[bandgie]

Helloooo, do you think you could do smut of overprotective bf Seungmin who gets jealous over little things. Sorry if that doesn’t make much sense, sorry 😅. Love your work btw 💚

a/n: hi yes thank you! I can defo try, I've never written something like this!

warnings: MDNI 18+, PIV, creampie, no protection, edging (m!&f!), degrading (f!rec), that's pretty much it

1k words

Seungmin doesn't like to think he's possessive. No no, he's just worried. Worried about how your day's going, if people are being nice to you at your job, if you've eaten. He needs to know what you're doing. You're a huge part of his life, he can't go a day without asking how you are.

He loves showing people that you're his, and he's yours. PDA may not be frequent, but he gifted you a necklace with his first initial on it. Seungmin took a lot of time choosing it. He made sure it was dainty, nothing obnoxiously noticeable. He wants to make sure it's a style you can wear all day, every day. A reminder to you, and everyone else, that your heart and soul belong to another. 

So why do you let customers talk to you when they're obviously interested? Can't you just tell them that you're working? That you have coffee to make and desserts to bag? Seungmin can't erase the memory of how the persistent customer lingered near you. He hates it, he can feel his blood boiling and how his face has hardened. 

You're under him, hands gripping his shoulders as he ruthlessly fucks into you. You already told him that you were just doing your job, that you were talking. That's not enough for Seungmin, no. He needs to see that you mean it, to feel it. How desperately your pussy squeezes him like you never want him to pull out. The way you keep having to sob and beg him to slow down. His love is too much for you, but that doesn't mean he can't be cruel. 

Just when you're about to cum, he'll pull out. It leaves you whining, hands smacking his chest in frustration. "Please." You beg. "I already said I was sorry! Just let me cum."

Seungmin shakes his head. He slaps your pussy harshly as punishment. How dare you even think about finishing when you've been nothing but bad? You don't deserve to cum, not anytime soon at least.

He smacks your pussy again. Your hips lift off the bed and you cry out. You're shaking so much, legs trembling that Seungmin thinks you might cum from his abuse.

"Fucking whore," he mumbles. 

Then he's shoving his cock back inside, moving back to his hands can press the back of your thighs back. Your hands move to the mattress below you, nails digging into the sheet. All you do is watch as your boyfriend uses you as he pleases. His cock drags against your soft walls with precision, hitting the spot that makes your eyes welt with tears. 

This isn't a rare occurrence. Seungmin does get rather jealous over insignificant things. When you talk to one of his friends for too long, the time you forgot to put on the necklace he gave you after a shower. For him to fuck you though, like this, he must have been beyond pissed.

There was a time you were talking to Felix about his baking, asking for recipes. An innocent conversation that had Seungmin whispering lowly in your ear, "I'll make you suck me off in front of him."

So yes, it's safe to say Seungmin is a tad overprotective of you. Even if he's fucking you into the mattress like he hates you, he's absolutely infatuated with you.

His eyes never leave your body. Watching how your breasts bounce, how you squeeze your tits, how your eyes look up at his so lovingly, so aroused. Seungmin wants to savor every part of you, and he isn't willing to share any bit. 

Without meaning to, he starts fucking you how you like it. Rolling his hips into your pelvis to hit deep inside you. Your hips naturally follow his movements, raising them to feel how the tip of his cock nudges your cervix. 

You're smart enough to not announce how close you are. Instead, you leave your mouth open in a silent moan and look up at your lover with wide eyes. Seungmin knows that look, he's seen it hundreds of times. He really wants to make you suffer and force you to withhold your impending orgasm. 

By making you edge, however, he makes himself edge. He's already hit the breaking point many times, and he knows that this is the final straw for him. Seungmin reaches a hand down to play with your folds, feeling how your cunt immediately reacts and clenches down him. 

"Fuck," he groans. "Gonna make me cum in your stupid little pussy."

His words make your eyes roll back, a whine leaving your lips. "Please! Oh fuck please cum inside me Seung. I need it so bad, please please please." You're on the verge of tears. With how perfectly he's thrusting into you and how hard he's rubbing your clit, there's no way you can hold out any longer. 

Seungmin can't argue with your begging, you look rather cute doing so. His fingers rub around your bundle of nerves and then move up and down, the flawless way to make you come undone around him. It takes less than a minute to bring you over the edge. 

You spasm and cream around his cock, chills traveling throughout your body from its intensity. You don't bother trying to keep quiet during your orgasm as you pant and cry out his name. 

Your lover isn't too far behind you. Feeling your warm walls gush and convulse around him has his balls tightening. Seungmin shoves himself deep inside you just before he cums. It's nearly painful from how far he's forced his cock inside you. It makes you squirm and whine, but he steadies his hands behind your thighs to keep you in position.

His cum is so warm. You can feel it pumping inside of you and how his dick twitches. Seungmin can't help himself fuck but a few more times into your pussy, hearing you wail just to pull out completely. His eyes catch the dripping white release. It travels down your ass onto the sheets. He tsks.

"Come on babe. You should know to keep it inside."

It takes you a few seconds before you can answer as you catch your breath. "I'm sorry. I can't help it."

Your answer only makes him shake his head, a devious smile on his lips. "Then I guess we should keep going until you learn how to, no?"

[auras-moonstone]

Can you write one about Jack or Ethan where it’s based on the song speak now by Taylor swift where the reader is gonna get married but then something dramatic happens or something like that 😭

speak now — ethan landry

word count: 2,057

pairing: slytherin!ethan landry x slytherin!fem!reader

summary: y/n is forced to marry another man, but ethan was around when the preacher said "speak now."

author’s note: was it necessary for this to be a harry potter au? nope. but arranged marriages are common in the wizarding world so i said why not 🤷🏼‍♀️

Y/N Y/L/N CAME FROM A PRESTIGIOUS FAMILY OF PURE-BLOOD WIZARDS. And like most pure bloods, her family shared traditional and archaic ideas that pushed her down the rabbit hole she was now trapped in.

It had been the cruelest of summers. She had found out that she was getting married to one of the most disgusting boys she had ever met. Enzo was a Slytherin, just like her, and was constantly strutting around the castle, with his chin held high like he was better than everyone, and constantly bullying those who weren't pure bloods—Ethan Landry being his constant punch ball. Hence why Y/N hated Enzo so much.

Ethan was Y/N's best friend. He was also a Slytherin, but unlike most of the students in there, he was a muggleborn. Their connection had been instant, and Y/N had surprised Ethan with her open mind and kind heart despite her backgrounds. She was his only friend, due to the rest of the house looking at him as if he were dust under their shoes, but he didn't care—Y/N was all he needed. He had become so accustomed to being by her side that on summers he felt empty, and spent all those months counting the days until they were back at Hogwarts.

When he found her on an empty wagon, his smile couldn't have been wider. Y/N's mood lifted up a bit, but her smile wasn't as lively as usual. Ethan noticed she was paler, she had dark bags under her eyes and her gaze had flickers of sadness.

"Hey... what's wrong, love?" Ethan wrapped her in his arms.

"I missed you, E. This summer has been hell, and it's only going to get worse." Y/N said, trying to hold back the tears, but her voice gave her away.

"What happened?" he asked worried.

"I'm getting married. My dad arranged it. I'm going to be Enzo's wife in a month."

Ethan's world stopped. His body grew still, his surroundings froze and his joy turned into ashes. The idea of her with another boy made him want to throw up, but the thought of her being forced to marry someone she didn't want? It made him furious, made him want to scream and avakedavra everyone but her.

"What happens if you say no?" Ethan managed to ask.

"They will disown me, probably kick me out of the house"

"That is not so bad, isn't it? I mean, it is bad, but worse than being married to that pig?"

"Eth... I have no one else, nowhere to go. And yeah, marry Enzo is not ideal but that doesn't mean I have to... do romantic stuff, right? I won't kiss him, or even share a room with him." she said hopeful.

"For now, Y/N/N. Now it's only marriage, but soon it'll be about expanding the bloodline, you know that."

"Yes, I know." and that's the moment she started to sob. "I have no choice, Eth."

"Live with me." he blurted, making her look at him in shock. "I'll talk to my dad. We are three siblings, but we can share a bed, or I'll take the couch and you can sleep on my bed. We'll see, but please Y/N you can't marry him."

"Eth, that's so nice but I can't accept that offer. I'll be completely cut off, so I won't be able to pay for the food or the rent, or the stuff for school. And I sure as hell won't let your dad pay for me, even if he says yes."

"But-"

Y/N cut him off "That is my final word, Eth. Please, I don't want to keep talking about it. I just want to be with you and forget about everything else. Tell me about your summer."

"It was okay. I missed you like crazy, though. I kept expecting to hear your voice and your contagious laugh" he said. Their eyes met, and the room got thick with tension. There was a big elephant in the room, and he was determined to address it. "Been thinking all summer about what happened at King's Cross at the end of the year."

"I shouldn't have done that." Y/N shook her head.

"You regret it?" his voice came out in a whisper because the words she said had cut him deep.

"I didn't, until my father told me he basically sold me to Enzo." she said. "That kiss was all I ever wanted. You are everything I ever wanted, and for a few days, I thought I could have. Now, you're everything I ever wanted but can't have."

"Says who?"

"Um, my father? Enzo? Enzo's family?"

"Who gives a fuck about them?" he said bluntly. Before she could open her mouth, he continued. "Do you want to be with me?"

"Ethan of course I want to be with you, but-"

"Then be my girlfriend, I want to be with you, too." he grabbed her hands.

"I can't be your girlfriend only for a month, Ethan. That's not fair to you."

"Who says it should only be for a month?"

"You're not making sense right now. I'm getting married."

"Yeah, and I'll still be your boyfriend. No one has to know what we do."

"That's bloody crazy, Landry. What happens when I have to... get pregnant, form a family." God, the thought disgusted her but it was the truth. That was women's purpose in the pure blood community—to marry and have children.

Ethan's jaw clenched. "Don't say that."

"You said it yourself minutes ago. No matter how much we hate it, it's the truth. That is my future."

"Then let's be together until the day of the wedding" he said defeated. The word ‘wedding’ made his stomach turn. "I don't want to be left wondering what we could've been together. Let's enjoy the time we have, let yourself enjoy the freedom you have left."

Ethan was right. She was not going to let those devils ruin the last few days of happiness she had left. She could see the end even as it began. But he was standing there, so tall and handsome as hell, and he made her so happy that she couldn't refuse. "Okay."

"Yeah?" he said surprised.

Y/N smiled and nodded. "Yes. Let's do it. I want to be with you."

"Can I kiss you now? I've been waiting the whole summer."

"God, yes."

The couple exited the train with swollen lips, messy hair, wrinkled clothes and sparks flying around them.

THIRTY DAYS LATER, IT WAS TIME TO CAGE THOSE SPARKS AND LOCK THEM FOREVER. Both teenagers spent their last night tangled up together, with Ethan's hands in her hair and clothes on the floor of the room of requirements.

The memory of Ethan sleeping so peacefully on her shoulder was a memory that would follow Y/N around forever. It was going to haunt her and break her heart every single time because she would never get to see it again. He wasn't the one he was going to wake up next to, and the realization took her down. Once she was out of that door, her life of eternal sadness would begin.

"Good morning, love." his familiar voice whispered on her ear.

"Hi, handsome." she smiled sadly. "How is it that you look this gorgeous even first thing in the morning?"

"I don't know, I should ask you that." he kissed her collarbone.

They spent a few minutes in silence, holding each other. But Y/N knew it was time to go. In a few hours, she would have the weight of a ring on her finger. "Eth..."

"Just a few more seconds, please." his voice was thin, and his eyes were shut trying not to let the tears fall.

"I don't know if this is going to make things worse, but I need you to know. Eth, you are the love of my life."

"You are the love of my life, too. Knew it since the first time we met, when you jinxed that asshole who called me a mudblood."

"I'm the knight in shinning armour to your damsel in distress" Y/N joked.

"I love you" Ethan said grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles, never taking his eyes off hers.

"I love you, too." but I have to go, were the words that she didn't say but floated in the air. Ethan nodded, and she got up put her clothes on and dragged her feet towards the door, her steps as heavy as the pain in her heart. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and left, leaving her happiness behind.

ETHAN'S INVITATION HAD BEEN WITHDRAWN BY THE LOVELY BROOM-TO-BE. Yet, he was not going to let Y/N feel alone in that awful day, so he sneaked inside the church and hid in the curtains. He had a good view of the whole scene—the guests, Enzo’s snotty little family, who had chosen an awful pastel theme, Enzo standing straight in his light grey suit and the preacher behind him.

Then an organ started to play a song that sounded like a death march. Seconds later, the wide tall wooden doors opened and Y/N entered in her flowy lilac dress. Scanning the room, her eyes caught sight of Ethan and after the shock disappeared, she had to bit back a smile. She knew this was hard for him too, so the fact that he still went to support her made her love him even more.

His eyes followed her figure until she stopped in front of Enzo. On the outside, they looked great. Her dress had little grey details that matched his suit and they both were extremely good-looking. But it didn't matter how handsome Enzo was, Ethan knew Y/N wished the one standing beside her at the altar was him.

Once the attention of the people was at the front of the room, Ethan sat on the last row alone. His focus was on the beautiful bride, who was trying to mask her sadness with a fake and tense smile. He frowned in discontent. He couldn't let her become her signature, he couldn't let her live an unhappy life.

And then, he heard the preacher say, "Speak now, or forever hold your peace."

The complete silence that embraced the room after those words was interrupted by the screeching sound of the wooden bench. It wasn't until he felt eyes on him that Ethan realized he had stood up, and then his senses came back at once. His hands were shaky and sweaty, his mouth was completely dry and his breath got caught in his throat. He could feel the horrified looks of everyone in the room, but he was only looking at her.

"I don't know what I'm doing, to be completely honest. I never thought I would ever barge in on a white veil occasion, but I can't let you do it, Y/N/N. You shouldn't be marrying the wrong boy. Please, don't say yes."

Enzo was practically killing him with his eyes, and if there weren't so many people around, he may have thrown the killing curse at him. But right now, Ethan would take every curse and jinx if it meant Y/N's life wouldn't become a hellhole.

"Ethan..." it was the only thing that came out of her mouth. Her head was spinning like a tornado.

"No, you need to hear me out" he begged. "It's going to be difficult, but we're going to get through it together. You are the love of my life, and I'm yours. Please don't marry him. Let's ran away now. I love you"

"Y/N stop this nonsense. Someone guide the mudblood out."

Before Y/N knew it, her clenched fist impacted with Enzo’s face and gasps echoed in the room. "Don't you ever insult my boyfriend again. Don't test me, Enzo. I know more dark curses than you could ever imagine, and I'd love to try them on you."

She took her heels off and ran down the aisle and into Ethan's arms. "Holy shit, that was so hot. I love you." he yelled as they sprinted out of the church hand in hand.

Y/N laughed. She felt happy, free and completely fearless. "I love you too. I'm so glad you were around when they said speak now."

[darkbluekies]

just gotta i am in-love with your writings and Hedwig, i need more moments with hedwiggggg 💜 idbeixn

[You were right on time, I just finished this one hehe]

Young Love

Female!yandere OC x reader

Summary: Hedwig finds you hurt and afraid in the school's basement and she's determined to punish the ones who's hurt you

Warnings: obsessive love, mentions of arson and corpses, hitmen, abuse, bullying

Word count: 2.4k

She always freaks out when she can’t find you — especially in school. She’s not oblivious, she knows how people are treating you when she’s not around. And she despises it. She could never have guessed how horrible the students were when you were alone if she hadn’t caught one of them pushing you one day. It made her confused. They’re always sweet and polite to your face when she’s there … but this only shows how jealous the others are of you. It makes her sick to her stomach and reassures her that you are the only one who is real. Everyone else are two-faced snakes … you’re not. You’re an angel. You’re nice to everything and everyone. And this is why she’s terrified of when you disappear from her reach … especially in school. 

“Y/N?” she asks, turning the corner. “Where did you go?”

She picks up her phone and calls you. She waits impatiently until the beeps disappears and you finally pick up.

“Y/N, where did you go?” she asks quickly. “I went to the vending machine and when I came back you were gone! You promised to stay on that bench-”

“I did stay …”, you whisper in a tone she hates. 

“Are you crying? What happened? Where are you?”

“The basement stairs.”

Hedwig hangs up and runs. Her heart is pounding hard in her chest. She clutches the juice packet in her hand and her designer purse in the other. The corridors are cluttered with students, but they move aside for Hedwig. Everyone is kissing her ass in one way or another. They make her sick. 

Hedwig reaches the basement stairs, seeing you curled up in a ball in the darkness right by the closed basement door. She runs down the stairs and sinks down in front of you. Your school uniform is ruffled up and your eyes are red with tears. 

“What happened, sweetheart?” Hedwig pants and grabs your arms. “Tell me, please.”

You sob and meet her hazel eyes. Hedwig pulls you close and hides your face into her shoulder. Your form is shaking in her arms and she is close to freaking out. 

“Y/N, please tell me what happened”, Hedwig pleads helplessly. “I need to know why you’re upset. I want to help you.”

You pull away and wipe your tears with a shaking hand. Hedwig follows your every movement impatiently. She bites her lip to prevent shouting at you. 

“I did stay”, you say quickly. “I didn’t leave-”

“I know, I know, okay?” Hedwig cuts you off, rubbing your shoulder. “I trust you. Just tell me what happened.”

“When you had left … some students walked up to me and started pushing and shoving me. I stayed on the bench … until they managed to push me off. They dragged me here and … and …” Your voice dies out. 

Hedwig hasn’t realized that she’s holding her breath. Her heart is pounding against her ribs. What did they do to you?

“And?” she asks carefully. “What did they do?”

You pull up your white shirt, exposing your stomach. Red, swollen skin that will most likely turn into a big, nasty bruise gets exposed. Hedwig can’t believe her eyes. How can someone be so cruel to hurt someone as angelic as you? It’s unthinkable. It’s … criminal. 

“They hurt you …”, she whispers, but she can’t believe it. 

“They kicked me”, you sniffle and start to shake even more when reliving the memories in your head. “And they ripped my hair … I’m scared to see if there are bald spots now …”

Hedwig hurries to sit on her knees and straighten her back. Gently, she searches through your scalp. She can’t find any bald spots, but there’s a few drops of blood and irritated skin. 

“I shouldn’t have left you alone”, Hedwig says sadly. “I should have brought you with me. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted these horrible people. Darling, I can’t let you stay here anymore. We’re going home. I’m going to call my chauffeur.”

She fishes up her phone and makes the angriest call she’s ever done. The chauffeur tells her that he’s going to be there in fifteen minutes. You’re not in the shape to move and he promises to carry you out to the car. Hedwig hangs up and turns to you. You look so empty. Hedwig wants to cry, but she has to stay strong for you. 

She pulls out the juice carton and takes out the straw from the little plastic bag. She presses it into the cardboard box and holds it to you. 

“Here you go, sweetheart”, she says softly. “Sip on this while we wait, okay?”

You nod slightly and lock your lips around the straw. Hedwig sighs and caresses your hair.

“Good girl/boy”, she says softly. “EVerything is going to be okay, alright? I’m going to fix this.”

“If people really have a problem with me being with you … then maybe-”

“No, don’t finish that sentence. They’re jealous. We’re perfect for each other. Don’t let them ruin our special connection. Just drink your apple juice and let me take care of this. Trust me, darling.”

You nod carefully and sip on your juice. Hedwig can’t help but think that you look like a lost, little child. 

The chauffeur comes a while later, walking down the stairs to the basement door. 

“Finally!” Hedwig breathes out and stands up. “Please pick them up so we can leave as quickly as possible.”

You groan as the man picks you up in his arms. Hedwig watches worriedly. She follows the man out to the car where you’re allowed to lay down in the backseat. Your head is resting in Hedwig’s lap as she caresses your cheeks, looking down at you the entire time with a comforting smile.

You come home to her mansion and the chauffeur carries you up to Hedwig’s room. She helps you get out of your school uniform and into your pajamas. She hates to hear your whimpering and moaning as she wiggles you out of your clothes. 

“I know it hurts, but you’ll get to rest soon, my dear”, Hedwig apologizes. 

Your stomach looks worse now. Hedwig clenches her jaw and makes a silent promise that she’s going to get her revenge. 

“There we go”, she says gently and fixes your hair. “Now you’re in your pajamas and you’re now safe. Why don’t you take a nap? I will be here all the time. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

You nod slightly. Hedwig tucks you in your bed and gives your lips a kiss. You sob against her lips which makes her kiss you again. Hedwig sits with you until you fall asleep, stroking your hair softly. In her head, she’s plotting her revenge bit for bit. As soon as she’s sure you’re asleep, she stands up and grabs her phone. There’s a hidden phone number in the bottom of her list — a contact that only she has. She puts the phone to her ear. 

“I need you to come here right now”, she tells the person on the other side of the line. “Well, I’ll pay you double — triple — whatever the person who you’re working for right now if you drop that mission. Thank you.” Hedwig hangs up and lifts your hand, kissing the back of it. “Don’t be scared, my love. I love you so much.”

She invites the older man into her room when he arrives to the mansion. 

“You’re bloody”, Hedwig mutters. 

“You did just interrupt me on a mission”, the older man answers. “What do you need, miss Hedwig?”

“A few immature kids kicked my boyfriend/girlfriend. They need to be taught a lesson.”

“I understand. I know you’re very fond of Y/N. So-”

A noise from the bed makes Hedwig hush the man and turn her head towards you. You’re shooting up in a sitting position, clutching your hand over your hurt stomach with wide, frantic eyes that start to fill with tears. Hedwig hurries over to you and hugs your head down into her shoulder. You’re hyperventilating into her warm neck.  

“It’s okay, it’s okay”, she hushes and strokes your hair. “You’re safe, everything is fine, my dear. It was just a nightmare.”

“H-Hedwig”, you sob and pull her closer. 

Hedwig has to blink away the tears that form in her eyes. Oh, she hates to hear you cry. She knows that you’re in pain and how afraid you are. 

“Who’s that?” you whisper and turn your red eyes to the bloody man. 

“Uh … he’s just a friend of my dad’s”, Hedwig lies. “He needed a place to stay for a little while. Don’t worry about him, he’s not hurt.” She turns her head to the man. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

The man smiles. “Not at all, Y/N, I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“You need to sleep and rest your stomach”, Hedwig says and gently pushes you down on your back. “Let’s go back to sleep.”

Hedwig sits with you, holding your hand.

“I don’t want to go back to school again”, you whisper and sniffle. 

“Everything will be resolved by monday”, Hedwig smiles and wipes your tears. “This will never happen again. People will treat you with respect from now on. I’ll ask dad if he can put us into another school — a better school — where you won’t be treated badly anymore by jealous nobodies. If we’re lucky, we’ll be around people who already have what they want and won’t need to suck up to me.”

“Like … a private school?”

“I know a lot of my friends who go to one special school. I’ll see if I can get dad to put us there. My friends will help me protect you.”

“I won’t be able to pay that tuition.”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N, I’ll pay for you. But either way, I’m not sure we’ll get in. My dad is as stubborn as a mule and won’t let me off easy. But don’t worry about that. I will fix it. Just focus on resting.” 

You nod carefully and close your eyes. Hedwig strokes the back of your hand while watching you sleep.

“Those kids are going to pay”, she growls without turning her eyes away from your peaceful sleeping form.

“The normal scare then, miss Hedwig?” the man asks.

“No … no, I want you to kill them.” 

“Are you sure?”

She turns her head to the man. “I want you to do your utter worst, you hear me? I want those kids gone for good. It doesn’t matter how much it’ll cost me, I’ll pay whatever.”

The man sighs, nodding. “Every person needs a girlfriend like you, Hedwig. Someone that really stands up for them. Young love really is wonderful. Alright, I’ll do it for you. I just need to know who they are.”

“I don’t know yet, but I’ll send the names and pictures as soon as I get them.”

“Okay, sounds good. I’ll get going now.”

Hedwig nods. He leaves the room and she lies down beside you, hugging you close. When you wake up again, she questions you about the people who hurt you and has you point them out in the school catalogue. She memorizes the names and secretly sends them to the hitman along with their pictures. 

That evening when you’ve fallen asleep, Hedwig gets out of bed and walks through the entire house to get to her parents bedroom. Mom is in the shower and dad is in bed, reading through his email. 

“Dad”, she says. “I need to talk to you.”

“What is it, princess?” dad asks without looking up from his computer. 

“I want you to put me and Y/N into that private school my friends go to. I’m sick of people treating Y/N like dirt. They don’t deserve that.”

“And you think it’d be different at a private school?” Dad raises an eyebrow and looks at her. “Y/N is neither rich nor famous, you don’t think that will create them into a target at a place like that?”

“Me and my friends would take care of them.”

“Do you really think that’s what Y/N wants? They will feel out of place and it’ll probably only worsen the situation you’re in.”

Hedwig scoffs. “I can’t let them stay in that horrible, horrible school! Why are you making me go to a public school in the first place? People are awful to each other!”

“Because that’s how people are, sweetpea. I wanted you to face how normal people have it before you go out into the real world. I won’t let you — or Y/N — transfer to a private school. It’s your last year, you’re graduating soon. Changing schools now will only be annoying for both you and the teachers. If you want, I could talk to the school about whatever’s happened-”

“No. I’ve already taken care of it.”

“Well then there’s no problem! I don’t understand why we’re arguing. Go to sleep now, Hedwig.”

Hedwig sighs and turns around to walk back to your room. She’s comforting herself with the thought of your so called bullies getting what they deserve … even if you and Hedwig won’t get what you deserve. She crawls back under the covers with you, hugging you close. She imagines the bullies houses’ burning, them being trapped inside with all the smoke, having nowhere to go. Hedwig smiles and closes her eyes. 

When Monday comes around, you’re hesitant to go to school. Hedwig holds your hand as you walk through the gates. 

“Hedwig, I don’t feel well”, you say and stop in your tracks. “I think I’m sick.”

“I wish we could stay at home, my dear”, Hedwig sighs. “But we’re already in trouble for ditching school last friday. We have to go now. Too much absence means that we won’t graduate, remember?”

You look down at your feet.

“Y/N, I can assure you that the people who hurt you won’t be here”, she says comfortingly. “I’m positive.”

“How?” you question. 

Because she got a picture of their corpses. 

“Because I took care of it!” she smiles happily and takes a better grip on your hand. “Come here!”

You manage to get a glimpse of the flagpole. The flag hangs halfway up. You glance at Hedwig and her happy skipping … and wonder. Is her bright positivity linked with the halfway hanged flag?

[heavenlycloud]

quit: park sooyoung x fem! reader

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

cw// toxic relationships, HEAVY smut, swearing, situationships / fwb, manipulation, crying, NSFW again

men and minors dni!

a/n: i saw this pic of joy while looking for new layout pics and i couldn't help but let my mind wander...plus i've been dying to write something for this song. i'm still getting used to writing nsfw so pls be nice :) feedback would be greatly appreciated since this is my first time posting nsfw on my blog

and you say that i'm the devil you know and i don't disagree. no, i don't see the harm...they say, "you crazy, just leave him, he'll suffocate you" but i wanna be in your arms...

everyone in your friend circle warned you about her. they told you she would do more harm than good. they said she's not genuine, that she's only after one thing, sex. it'd be a lie if you said you didn't believe them because you knew getting involved with her was a disaster waiting to happen. however, there was something about her that was so addicting and you weren't ready to give up the drug that she was...you probably never will be. she's just that damn good.

they say, "no, don't pick up the phone, let them think there's nobody home" but i'm under your spell... 'cause when you call my heart starts to roll, i always want more, it's my heaven, my hell...

your bedroom window blew cool, night air into your apartment as you sat on your bed. you mindlessly ran your fingers along the cords of your electric guitar playing the first song that came to mind. surely the residents in the floors above and below you would complain about being woken up to kiss it better by rihanna, but you didn't care. it was well past one in the morning and you should've been asleep but here you were.

right as you finished the end of the chorus a muffled humming sound came from between your bed and pillows. you didn't even have to check to know who it was, and you definitely knew you shouldn't answer. all of your friends told you to ignore her calls, let her think you're not around so you ignored it. instead of calling again, you heard a loud knock at the front door of your apartment. ignoring the advice of everyone else and your own intuition, you got up and answered the door.

we're heading deep inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet. but i can't hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine...

sooyoung stood in the doorway looking like an abandoned puppy with her hair damp and wearing a sullen face. her eyes were red with her tearstained cheeks and swollen lips, "h-he broke up with me..." her voice cracked and she hiccupped between her words, the same ones you heard at least twice a month.

the opportunity to turn her away was still there but when she looked up at you with that same damn pout, it was over. without missing a beat you pulled her into your apartment and closed and locked the door behind you both. you led her to your room where your guitar and amp had been pushed off to a corner, leaving your bed open.

she walked into your arms and gripped onto the back of your shirt as she sobbed, "i-i hate him so much." you pulled her into your chest and agreed, "i do too." sooyoung pulled away from you and bunched her hands in the hem of your oversized t shirt, "i need you, y/n. please... "

i can't quit you, i can't quit you...yeah, i'm gonna regret it... know I'm gonna regret it.

god does she know exactly what to say especially with that stupid pout you always give into. you bring your hands up to hold her face, and gently wipe her tears away with your thumbs. sooyoung leaned into your touch and kissed the inside of one of your palms sweetly. you swiped your thumb across her lip slowly dragging the motion out and she sucked your finger into her mouth. her soft tongue swirled around your skin and you affirmed, "i'll make you feel better i promise. let me take care of you, baby."

when you said, "baby, i just want you to lay me down and we'll fuck the pain away" 'cause skin on skin, i feel nothing but the burning of desire and that's just foreplay...

you pressed your lips against sooyoung's and she melted into your touch with ease. her arms slipped from inside her jacket and you tossed it aside. you found the zipper on the back of her dress and unzipped it slowly, letting the material hang from her body before completely dropping to the floor. she stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside to another spot on your floor. your lips pressed against her neck until you reached her collarbone where you stopped.

sooyoung whined at the loss of contact and you smirked to yourself in satisfaction. you stood behind her and lifted her chin with your finger to angle her gaze to your wall length mirror. sooyoung stared at herself right as you unclipped her bra and let it fall away. one hand rested on her waist while another on her shoulder. you ran your fingertips down her arm and she let out a soft gasp.

your breath ghosted her neck as you said, "look at how pretty you are." she shyly turned her face into your neck and one hand found your wrist as you moved your other one to her panties. the hand on her chest teased her breast, tugging at one of her nipples eliciting a high pitched sound from her, "a-aah." you smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, before holding her head up so she could see herself. your free hand slipped into her panties and with the lightest of touches, ghosted her dampened folds.

sooyoung squeezed her eyes shut and you clicked your tongue, "ah ah, look at your reflection. see how pretty you look?" her eyes slowly opened and you began rubbing slow circles around her heated center, ignoring where she needed it that most. sooyoung pleaded softly, "y/n...please." you hummed and dragged your thumb against her clit, making her knees buckle underneath her.

her weight rested on you and you smiled, "so needy and i haven't even done anything....do you know how much i love seeing you like this?" she didn't reply as you continued drawing patterns against her soaked pussy. she looked at you in the mirror and said, "y/n please." you slipped your hands from her panties and admired the sheen of slick. teasingly you brought them up to sooyoung's lips and watched her mouth fall open, just for you to lightly swipe her bottom lip and put your fingers in your own mouth.

you sucked her essence off of your fingers and hummed in satisfaction. watching as sooyoung pathetically licked her bottom lip for the smallest taste of herself, and feeling her sigh in relief against you. gently, you backed her against your bed and let her fall into the plush warmth. she was completely engulfed in your scent making her yearn for your touch even more. she looked up at you with those same doe eyes, searching for any signs of continuing your ministrations.

an airy gasp left her lips as you pressed the softest of kisses along her chest. you brushed your lips across one of her breasts and gently kissed one of her nipples while you free hand traced around the other. sooyoung let out a frustrated grunt as her chest pushed up for her hardened bud to meet your lips which only made you laugh. she breathed out, "please i need you..." you kissed the side of her breast and smiled, "you have me." she shook her head and repeated with more want, "no i need you to touch me."

looking up at her you pressed more kisses along her breast, swapping to the other before you asked, "where do you need me, baby?" sooyoung bit her lip as you sucked on her nipple and tugged on it with your teeth. when she didn't reply, you pulled away and started to move from atop her. in a panicked effort of desperation she snatched your hand into her own, and lowered it to her soaked heat, "here, i need you here." only then did you climb back over her and kiss down her toned abdomen, suckling marks and bites into her plush skin.

sooyoung spread her legs and let you settle between them, flinching slightly when your hand palmed her inner thighs. you ran your thumb over her heated flesh and nicked the surface with your teeth. by now you could smell how bad she wanted you and she was nearly shaking with desperation. just to put her on edge further, you kissed right against her folds, just missing where she wanted you most.

you coaxed smoothly, "tell me what you want, use your words, angel." sooyoung's voice came out just above a whisper as she said, "your mouth, please." heat flushed over her face when she looked down at you between her legs just in time to see you place a kiss to her clit. her hands flew to the top of your head just for you to slip one of your hands into her own.

the heat of your tongue against her molten center sent her eyes rolling to the back of her head. you laved through her folds hungrily tasting her as if she were the forbidden fruit from the heavenly garden. sooyoung breathily gasped and whined beneath you which sent a wave of confidence through your body. you let out a low moan, "you taste so good..." and it took everything in her to not let go right then and there. one of her hands fisted you soft bedsheets while the other squeezed onto yours, fingers intertwined with your own. when you gave her swollen bud another light suck she held her breath until she couldn't anymore. her body stuttered for a moment and a high pitched moan fell past her lips.

your fingers slipped into her heated core, helping her ride through her high before slowly kissing up her body to meet her lips. the taste of herself lingered on your tongue and filled her mouth, making her moan weakly. you brushed a piece of hair from her face and smiled softly, "my pretty girl." sooyoung's face twisted up at the nickname and she mumbled, "that's what he called me too..." immediately a pit of aggravation filled your stomach and you leaned closer to her, lips barely touching hers, "you're thinking of him when i'm right here?"

out of pure frustration you pushed her lightly away from you and started to get up, not knowing why you even bothered because she was always like this. no matter what you'd done in the past she always ran back to that bum ass man of hers. sooyoung grabbed your hand and pleaded, "no wait- please. y/n i'm sorry i just want you...it's always been you." she was too damn good at saying what you wanted to hear because no part of you genuinely believed her last words, yet you found yourself crawling back over her ready to make her mean what she said.

this time will be different.

we're heading deep inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet. but i can't hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine

you kissed her on her lips again and pushed her back down into your bed as she stared up at you. there was a specific hunger in your gaze that she'd never seen before that had her more excited than before.

i can't quit you, i can't quit you. yeah i'm gonna regret it, i know i'm gonna regret it

sooyoung's legs fell back open as you made your way back into the same spot before, kissing her swollen bud and laughing when she jumped. she rolled her head to rest on her shoulder and whined, "n-ngh i- wait i'm still sensitive..." you looked up at her through a hooded gaze, "i don't care. you look so beautiful under me." you connected your lips to her heated core and sucked harshly. her thighs closed around your head and you pushed them back open with enough force to make her whimper.

your fingers prodded at her entrance, your tongue dragging from her slit up to her engorged clit. sooyoung's hands violently fisted the sheets as she tried to hold out longer. but you were no match for her as you knew her body like the back of your hand. her second climax came and her sweet honey oozed from her center and onto your tongue. you sucked more into your mouth without wasting a drop before holding it there. she watched in near horror as you made your way up to her, tapping on her chin wordlessly.

sooyoung's lips parted and you stuck your sopping wet fingers into her mouth, drool running down her lips. when you withdrew them, you held her chin and tipped her head back slightly before spitting into her mouth. the mixture of your saliva and her slick filled her mouth, and she swallowed it without hesitation. your fingers massaged her soft pussy, making her begin to close her legs again. you looked down at her and said, "be good for me, open your legs." she followed your orders and squeezed her mouth shut as her thighs began to shake.

you looked at the tears that began to fill her eyes, only smiling and rubbing her center harder until her tears fell. she craned her neck up to meet her lips as you began to lean down, but instead you dragged your tongue along her smooth cheek, licking the trail of tears from her face. you laughed as she began to squirm more, beginning to beg, "i- y/n i- something is...i can't please-" you pushed your fingers further into her heated center, letting your thumb lightly bump her clit.

she began to close her legs and you pulled out of her and quickly reached forward. you laughed in her face as tears fell from her eyes and she nearly screamed, her swollen nub squeezed harshly between your thumb and pointer finger. sooyoung begged you, "ah- i- y/n-" you silenced her with a kiss and let her go, watching her sigh of relief only briefly until you pushed back into her.

you looked her in the eyes and told her firmly, "you can take it sooyoungie." her swollen pout and pleading eyes found yours and she repeated to herself pitifully, "i can take it. i-i can take it." you kissed her lips and cheek as you drew her only seconds from her third orgasm, "such a good girl for me huh?" she nodded eagerly as tears fell from her eyes and you kissed them away, "such a pretty girl when you cry for me. my pretty angel, my sooyoung." that moment the last name fell from your lips you felt her walls squeeze your fingers and push them out.

a stream of clear liquid leaked from her pussy as she shook beneath you, her own hand finding her clit and massaging it through her orgasm. you didn't hesitate to go down and lick up her mess, humming at the salty taste that was so uniquely hers. a taste you'd found yourself addicted to, always craving for more.

i can't quit you, i can't quit you, oh baby. i can't quit you, i can't quit you, oh babe

sooyoung pushed your head away and you kissed her inner thighs that were still slightly shaking. she had her eyes closed in a fucked out bliss that only you'd ever given her. you smirked to yourself and asked her sweetly, "who's on your mind now, angel?" sooyoung's eyes opened weakly and she hummed, "hmmm? s' you....only y/n. only want y/n." you placed a kiss on her cheek and laid beside her before she curled into your arms, tucking her head into your side. as you thought you'd finally won, sooyoung was beside you smiling to herself because she was the only winner, she always was.

you were only a pawn in her little game but she'd be lying if she said you weren't her favorite player. all this time people told you that she was obsessed with you, the idea of you. but in reality you were addicted to all of her, just another person hooked on the thought of winning the game. always under the impression that you were closer and closer to winning the grand prize, winning her over. but in reality you were just another piece in her puzzle. nevertheless, you'd never quit all that was park sooyoung.

i'm gonna regret it babe, babe, babe, gonna regret it, yeah, i'm gonna regret it...

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

as a nonbinary lesbian who uses he/she pronouns i think wanda should call me a good boy. just for the funsies... calling me sweet and handsome while i stay at her feet waiting for her to give me orders, to please her like the big service top i am and be the best boy, the best pup for her, to service her like the goddess she is... god when am i gonna have this

im sorry this has been in my head for a while... needed to talk about this somewhere... and as i noticed youre one of the most gender-friendly writer out there, while most writers always use extremely girly fem!reader (its not a critique though!! everyone writes what they want)

also can i be 🧽 anon? thanks,,,!😊

Wait I'm absolutely SOBBING over this ask holy shit.

BECAUSE SAME I never saw any fics with a more gender neutral character (I'm working on not only writing fem!reader but it's hard to unlearn some stuff) and thats one of the main reasons why I started writing!!! Because I wanted to put stuff out there that I could read with characters that looked/acted more like me!!! And ofc, absolutely no hate to any other writers because their fics are amazing, but it's nice to hear that somebody else also identifies the same way and is happy with what I'm trying to do omg.

I wanna hug u so bad.

Onto the smutty parts of this...

I think you might have unlocked something in my brain... I wanna be called a good boy.

"Aww, who's my eager little pup, hmm?" Wanda asks, her hands cupping your face while you smile widely. She's seated, her legs spread as you kneel before her.

"Me!"

That's right, darling. You're my handsome little pup, huh? Good boy, so patient and brainless for me." She says, strong hands petting your head and slowly bringing it closer to her crotch.

You can smell her arousal through her underwear, your eyes locked on the damp spot forming. You wanna lick her, taste her, and bury your face in her sweet pussy. A whine escapes you, and you flush.

"Wanna be my good boy, sweetheart?" Wanda asks, chuckling lowly at the desperate whimper that escapes you as you nod eagerly. She pulls you all the way in, moaning as your tongue starts lapping up the wetness clinging to her underwear.

"Good job, my sweet pup. Make Mommy feel good."

[lillikitty]

Let Me Down Slowly

Alastor x Reader

Warning: Angst, heartbreak, rejection

Today was the day. You came to the conclusion of your feelings towards Alastor and wanted to confess to him. He has just been so kind towards you, such a gentleman, surely he feels the same way right?

You asked him to meet you outside the hotel after everyone else had gone to sleep, you know he doesn’t like an audience and this is a private matter. You waited impatiently, your foot tapping nervously against the ground as you recited the words you wanted to say. This is gonna go well, it has to.

Alastor finally showed up, his everlasting smiling warming your heart. “Hello my dear, you wanted to speak to me this evening?” Alastor tilts his head as he looks at you with interest.

‘My dear’ that rings in your head for a moment. Yeah… yeah, he has to like you too. There’s no doubt in your mind. “Alastor, I have to tell you something.” You say with more confidence, convinced this can only go well. Alastor waits for you to continue, so you do. “I really like you, will you please be my boyfriend?” You ask as you clasp your hands together.

Alastor stares at you in bewilderment. He didn’t realize you felt this way, he didn’t realize he had given off the impression he was into you. He was at a loss for words for a moment before he blurted out, “I don’t like you like that though.”

Your heart shattered in that moment. What could he possibly mean? He doesn’t like you in that way? But all the pet names, all the times you spent alone laughing, telling stories. Was it all a lie? No, it all happened. So why does he not feel the same way. “Y-You… You’re kidding right..?” You ask in disbelief as tears start to form in your eyes.

“I’m not.” He says bluntly as he stares at you, his smile never changing in the slightest. You laugh weakly as the tears start to flow down your cheeks. “Y-You could’ve been nicer about it.. Not said it so bluntly..” You mumble.

“Dear, speak up. I can’t understand you when you mumble.” Alastor says with annoyance. You look at him in shock. He seemed so nice, why is he being so cruel now? “Show me some sympathy you asshole! You just broke my heart! At least let me down slowly!” You cry out as your cries soon turned into sobs. It feels like you’ve just been stabbed in the chest. You didn’t see this coming at all.

Alastor’s eye twitches at your sobs as he just stands there for a moment. He sighs then places a hand on your shoulder, grabbing your attention as you look at him through glossy eyes. “I’ll walk you to your room. You need some rest.” He says as he offers you his arm. You reluctantly take it and have him guide you to your room.

It felt like an eternity before you finally got to your room. You let go of Alastor’s arm and mumbled a small ‘goodnight’ to him. “Goodnight.” He responds as he lets you enter your room. The second you closed the door your sobs became uncontrollable. Your head hit the door as you slid down to the ground, a hand grasping at your chest as you tried to make the pain your heart felt go away. You really thought you had something with Alastor, you really thought he was going to love you back. But it seems that isn’t true. He doesn’t love you, nor will he ever love you. Your sobs soon quieted down as you slowly lifted yourself off the ground only to throw yourself onto your bed. Your cries only stopped once you fell asleep.

On the other side of the door, Alastor didn’t leave right away. He heard your sobs, he could head your pain. Pain he inflicted on you without meaning to. He sighs to himself as he feels his smile falter just a little. If only he could tell you that it’s for your own good you aren’t with him. He may indeed have become fond of you, but a relationship could hurt you more than bring you happiness. So it was easier to try and make you hate him, rather than him admit he might just love you too.

[aikastugeek]

Ok so idk how long this is gonna be and I'm gonna try to keep it as coherent and concise as possible. SALTBURN IS NOT A CLASS COMMENTARY MOVIE, IT IS A MOVIE ABOUT YEARNING AND DESIRE. I don't know how many times I have to say this but it seems that the biggest problem that people have with the movie is that it's a terrible class commentary and has nothing real to say about it. And I would totally agree if that's what the movie was about. I've often seen people compare it to Parasite which is crazy to me. While in a general sense it has a similar premise to parasite (an amazing movie that deserves all its awards) because it has to do with someone worming their way into a rich family the comparisons stop there. Noting that Oliver himself has enough money to go to Oxford without a scholarship I think it's safe to say he didn't need their money. Oliver never cared about the house until he killed Felix. He started trying to get close to felix even before he knew about saltburn. When Felix was introducing the house to us and we see it through Oliver's eyes we are only focusing on Felix and nothing else. And while yes the Catton family is super rich that's a part of the dream that is Felix. He's super tall, super handsome, super nice, and super rich. He is everything anyone would ever want that's why he's so shiny so from any perspective we can understand why Oliver would want to be around him and mixed with his obviously obsessive nature of course he's gonna do anything to win Felix. Until Felix died there wasn't a real emphasis on the house itself just how grand it is but we don't see the happy montage in the house it's outside. And Oliver ingesting the fluids of the family is supposed to show just how far he's willing to go what he's willing to do just to be around Felix. And most importantly Oliver is shown to be a hella unreliable narrator so you can't exactly believe him when he says that this was all some master plan of his I mean he's not even telling the story to anybody. Elspeth probably can not hear him he's talking to himself because that's who he's trying to convince. He's trying to convince himself that killing Felix was all part of some plan to get saltburn because of his massive regret. After Felix's death he's seen sobbing in the church and sobbing on his grave wanting to be as close as possible to his lost love. And even when he says he hated Felix the montages that we see is not him being menacing or Felix being terrible it's Oliver weeping whenever he felt pushed away from Felix. And this misinterpretation bothers me so much because it messes with what the movie's about. It's not a commentary, or a story with a sweeping moral it's pure entertainment and hedonism. And this sort of misinterpretation paints the creator in a bad light because everyone is going around saying she can't write because people didn't understand the point of the story she wrote. I've watched many interviews of her talking about the movie and you can with even just one interview that she never meant it to be a class commentary but people will never give women the benefit of the doubt. But anyway that's all, I could really make a whole long ass essay about the misinterpretation of saltburn but I'll leave it as a long post and go.

[buckysgrace]

can you write a fight and make up fic with gator? what if gator and reader got into a big fight and it’s only when he starts making reader cry that he stops, takes a step back and then make up?

i love your fics and your writing 💕

Thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy!

Gator had a jealousy issue. Sometimes it was cute, sexy even. He'd kiss up your neck and hold your waist. Keep you attached to his side and make you tremble underneath him in the following hours.

But sometimes it was irritating. You both knew that deep down he was being irrational; that he only acted out because he had some deep fear about you leaving him. Just like everyone else did. And sometimes it didn't matter what you did, he'd still accuse you of running around. It was hurtful, damaging.

"Who was he?" He repeated, tone laced with angry as he asked the same question over again. You were tired of it. The fighting, the accusations. All of it.

"I don't know," You sighed in frustration, rubbing at the bridge of your nose, "I already told you this." You reminded him, feeling like he was being ridiculous.

"You two seemed friendly." He said as he leaned against the table, looking down at you with fire in his eyes.

"It's my job to smile at people," You frowned, unsure of what else you were supposed to say, "I was just being nice. Friendly. That's it." You pleaded with him, your shoulders sagging at the way he scoffed. You had looked forward to coming home all day, but this had not been what you were expecting.

"He give you a big tip? Give you his number?" He continued to ramble on, his hair messy as he ran his fingers through his thick strands again.

"Christ," You covered your mouth, feeling the walls breaking down as the tears fell from your eyes, "Do you really think that low of me?" You asked him seriously, wondering where he had even gotten that idea. You were always loyal to him. Always.

Your shoulders shook as you sobbed, covering your face with your hands. You didn't mean to cry, but you were tired. And you hated your job on top of that. You didn't want something so dumb to come between the two of you.

He gently tugged your hands away from your face, making you sniffle as his lips fell against your knuckles. You exhaled roughly, blinking in confusion as you stared down at him.

"No. God no," He sighed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close so he could kiss the top of your head, "Of course I don't think that."

"Then why would you suggest such a thing?" You felt angry as you turned towards him, trying to at least feel satisfied with the guilt that was written across his expression.

"Because I'm a moron," He sighed as he rested his forehead against yours, "I care for you. And I know you can do better. I'm just afraid you will." He breathed out softly, nose brushing against yours oh so gently.

"Stop saying that, first of all," You replied sternly as you gripped his chin, "I want to be with you for a reason. Don't forget that." You told him seriously, shaking your head at his thought process. You'd never wanted anyone else. Ever.

"Mhm." He nodded in agreement, looking embarrassed from his outburst. He brushed his palms across your shoulders, holding you tightly.

"And," You smiled as you brushed your lips across his, "Stop accusing me of things I'd never do. I love you. Only you. Not some ugly guy whose name I don't know." You told him with a little laugh, watching the way his lips twitched softly.

"Was he really ugly?" He asked a second later, brown eyes flickering as he turned his gaze towards yours again.

"Hideous," You teased as you held onto him, enjoying his warmth as he pulled you closer on his lap, "His hair was nowhere as nice as yours either." You hummed as you brushed your fingers through his hair, hoping this would be a turning point. You didn't want to keep doing this with him.

"Funny," He smiled as he looked at you, "I'm sorry. I really didn't want you to cry. I feel like a jerk." He told you seriously, resting his chin against your skin. You could tell that he meant it. He didn't apologize much and the regret was written across his features.

"Sometimes you are," You shrugged your shoulders gently, "But most of the time you aren't." You told him gently, smiling as you pressed your lips to his.

[fuck-customers]

Sorry this is WAY longer than I thought it was gonna be, but I apparently have a lot more to complain about than I thought.

I have this coworker, T, who just fucking hates me for literally no fucking reason ?? The only thing I can think of is that I'm engaged to someone else she doesn't like in the store, and I ask her to take like. a single step more so I know that the dishes she's sometimes fucking THROWING at me are actually dirty and not going to be reused.

It started with my fiance (whose a manager, taking a demotion soon but still gonna be higher than regular crew) like. having to go wash his hands before serving a customer, and he looked over to T, who wasn't doing anything, jerked his head back at the line, and was like 'can you take over that?'. he only jerked his head because his hands were covered in soap and water, and he's not gonna be flinging that towards food?

BUT APPARENTLY him asking her to DO HER FUCKING JOB was SO Horrible that she literally went into the hallway by the office and started SOBBING at another manager about how he's SO mean, and SO horrible, and she's just gonna quit because everyone hates her (true but we're pretty fucking nice to her considering the shit she's pulled)

And she's just hated him since. Hated a manager for telling her to do her fucking job. It's stupid.

And now, I'm here, I'm the nighttime dishwasher, and there is literally only ONE FUCKING THING I ask of my coworkers to make my life easier: take two extra fucking steps and put your dishes on my dish cart rather than on the middle prep table. And i'm being literal with two extra steps. Maybe two.

People put shit on the prep table they're planning on reusing all the time, so I can't be sure if it's ACTUALLY dirty of if they're gonna put more fuckin beans into the bean pan. So I ask of this ONE FUCKING THING in order to make it sure in my brain (autism moment lol) of what is clean and what is dirty. Some other people go above and beyond and pre-sort my dishes a bit so it's easier on my when I come in (like my fiance, who tries to pre-sort, and do some dishes himself before I get there, since technically the store is 'supposed' to run without my position at all)

One ask. It's really, genuinely, not that hard, and EVERYONE else seems fine with it. The exchange often just goes like this

they put a pan on the corner of the prep table. I glance over as they go to leave and go 'all the way over on the dish cart please'. they stop, look back, then go 'oh yeah okay' and put the dish on the cart and then DO IT EVERY TIME AFTER. it's so fuckin easy.

There are exceptions to the rule ! the dish cart isn't huge ! the hotel pans and the rice pots (and some bowls) are too damn big. I give the exception to that, ebcause if the rice pot is on the middle prep table, then it's def dirty. it never goes there otherwise.

T however just. refuses. She's so fucking bitchy about it. Like, she just walks away, and flat out ignores me when I ask. And I leave the fucking dishes there. I've gotten that okay from managers to leave it there, because I don't fucking know. It usually ends up being someone else coming back and putting it on the dishcart when they notice it's out of place. She just refuses.

She's thrown shit. at my fucking dishpit. Not from the other side of the room, but she doesn't put things down, she tosses them onto my dishcart, I hear them fucking slide. And she never says a word to me. She refuses to even ask me to move out of her way, she'll throw things around me rather than ask. I've literally been in the process of moving out of her way, ebcause I saw her coming around the corner, and she's tosses a squeegee past me rather than wait another fucking SECOND for me to squish up against the dish machine so she could get the fucking squeegee in it's right spot.

And even ! one time ! i wasn't doing dishes, I was marinating steak (a process that involves three layers of gloves, and apparently should involve goggles but we don't have those) and she came by and fuckin. tossed a lid down the prep table (where i am MARINATING UNCOOKED STEAK, AND YOU THREW A FUCKING DIRTY LID, THANK GOD IT DIDN'T TOUCH ANYTHING OR WE'D HAVE TO THROW AWAY THE FUCKING STEAK(mexican fast food build your own resturant is very strict on health things)) and I was like 'on the dish cart please!' and she looks back at me (covered in fuckin sauce, raw meat in a bowl in front of me, i literally CANT touch anything else because it's either gonna get this spicy ass marinade on other shit or contaminate my fucking gloves) and goes "You've got it :) :) :)"

and like. I was already frustrated because I wasn't even supposed to be doing steak and that just got dropped on me. and I'm a frustrated crier. So I'm crying in my fucking dishpit. Not sobbing, just angry, tears down the face, silent shit, right? And one of my managers notices, tries to ask if I'm okay, tries to help calm me down, whatever, and she asks if there's anything she can do, and I just 'Get T to respect me even the tiniest fucking bit'

and I assume that the manager went up to talk to her? because she came back at some point and was like "I don't have a problem with you, I dunno if you do, I used to with your girlfriend, but I don't, we talked it out, you can just say something to me if there's an issue" like girl have I not been doing that this whole time? and also peep the fucking misgendering of my fiance there, that I couldn't even fuckin correct cause I was so fucking overwhelmed I was nonverbal.

then same day, she somehow 'forgot' to count me into tips and didn't even offer to recount them. I missed out on tips that fucking day, because the other guy left before I could ask him, and she just :) at me about it. Laughed in my fucking face about 'forgetting' me. And the manager (same as before) doesn't even think she forgot me, and that manager is the only one that fucking LIKES T. Literally the only one. And she's sure that T did it on fucking purpose.

What's worse is managers aren't allowed to touch tips, they're not even really allowed to handle disputes about it. They're not allowed to even MENTION them. Which is stupid as fuck, but rolls my eyes, whatever. It's why I'm kinda glad my fiance is taking the demotion, cause then he's gonna be crew and he can call her bullshit tf out whenever.

Like going into work with her, I'm so fucking vigilant that she's not gonna count me in tips. I'm fully gonna be like 'well alright, let's go gather them back up and I can recount them then :3 it's alright, don't you worry your pretty little head about it, i can do it :3 I need tips after all !!!!!!!'

i hope i'm the next person she goes into the hallway and sobs about and threatens to quit. GOOD. QUIT. THE GENERAL MANAGER IS LITERALLY WAITING FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO FUCKING FIRE YOU. GET THE FUCK OUT ALREADY AND MAKE OUR LIVES A MILLION TIMES EASIER.

sorry for the length again, I just. rolls my eyes forever. T is a fucking bitch. we have like so many people eyes on the fuckin ball staring at her whenever she comes nears the tip jar. This isnt' the first time we've had problems with it, and it's to the point the GM might have to take the tip jar away from shifts she's on. Bitch.

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