#boyfriend is offline sob

[axofixations]

its 5 am and i havent slept in like 17 hours, we're making poor decisions with this post B)

I desperately need new TWA fandom or official stuff, it does not help my friend just made a save with JP on it and we harassed Gregory House and James Wilson on it [from house md]. I also made the guy on Miitopia a while back but that's for another point. Anyways, while I die of nothing to hyperfixate on rn, have a picture of our favourite used car salesman selling us timeshares on neptune :)

[heeliopheelia]

LACY (p. jay)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

includes: oral (f receiving), fingering, crying, insecurities, soft dom! jay, praising, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, hate comments

word count: 3.4k

synopsis: 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘫𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩

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Looking at your phone makes you want to throw up. 

“out of literally everyone he pulls… that? gotta be a joke”

“jay deserves sm better”

“if that thing got a chance with him that means i’d be unstoppable”

“pls tell me this is a joke”

“girlie gotta have a crazy head game cuz ain’t no way lmfao”

As if you don’t feel bad enough about yourself already. 

Ever since the photo of you and your boyfriend coming back from a date leaked to the internet, there’s been nothing but a ridiculous amount of hatred directed towards your clueless self. 

In the morning Jay’s text saying please stay offline today baby was enough to make your stomach churn without even knowing what was actually happening. And against his words and your common sense, your fingers instantly went to the first better social media app on screen’s your homepage.

And so with every single comment put out on the internet, you feel your confidence and self-worth slowly crumbling down until they have eventually worn you out and you’re nothing but a sobbing mess ever since the morning. Your head hurts from all the crying yet the slightly masochistic part of yourself doesn’t let you tear your gaze away from the screen.

Maybe it’s because deep down you’ve always felt like you’re not good enough to be dating such a man as Jay, and the insecure thoughts he’s worked so hard to bury six feet underneath your feet have just resurfaced once again. 

Knowing he’s surrounded by almost literal embodiments of the beauty standard on a daily basis and then having to come home to a plain nobody like you can’t be good for no one’s mental health, that’s for sure. 

“Baby?”

The lump stretches your throat too painfully for you to make any other sound than the whimper you let out, and soon you hear Jay’s footsteps approaching your suffocatingly silent room.

“Are you there, love?” 

You press your trembling lips together and nod your head, trying to force yourself to stop being so emotional for once. The last thing you want him to do is deal with… this, whatever your current state is. 

“You’ve been reading the comments,” he points out quietly, but not with accusation – only worry. His heart squeezes with desperation to somehow make you feel better, yet you take his silence as a sign of disappointment in you. 

And somehow you can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, too swallowed by shame. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper eventually after a couple beats of silence. Your head drops lowly onto your bunched up knees. “I just had to see it myself.”

“Hey, no more twitter, no more instagram – no more,” Jay pleads softly as he carefully takes your phone out of your weak grasp and sets it on the bedside table, only to thread his fingers through yours and intertwine them together. “Don’t do this to yourself. Please, stop crying, beautiful. They don’t deserve your tears, hm?”

A sob rips out of your throat and echoes through the silent room, simultaneously breaking your boyfriend’s heart in two. “It’s just… I-,” you’re unable to finish your sentence with the hundreds of thoughts running around your mind, not giving you a moment of peace since hours ago.

“I know nothing I say will make you feel better now,” Jay whispers, shuffling closer on the bed until his chest is pressed against your shoulder and he envelops you in a protective embrace. He presses a warm kiss to your temple. “I love you. I hate to see you like that, honey.”

You nod your head, sniffling loudly and choking on your own sobs. “I love you too,” you cry quietly, moving your head to rest against his chest. “I just don’t feel good with myself right now.”

Jay hums. His hands blindly reach to your face to wipe your tears away, fingers gently caressing your damp face. “I know.” His words are muffled by your hair as he nuzzles his face in it. “I’m sorry.”

You can clearly hear the violent beating of his heart from your position and the insides of your stomach twist with sadness because you know well he’s blaming himself for everything. He promised to protect you at the beginning of your relationship, forever and always, and yet he’s failed at the one thing that should’ve been of the highest importance to him.

He felt conflicted about his job more times than he would like to admit. The constant restrictions, always having to watch his words and actions, the almost non-existent privacy – it was tough, annoying, but he could take it. 

But he’s never hated being who he is more than he does right now. Seeing the person he loves the most, the person who holds his entire world, being in such a miserable state because of his job makes him feel just so helpless.

Swallowing his self-pity, Jay soothes you as gently as he can. His fingers thread through your hair, waiting patiently until your heavy sobs turn into hiccups and eventually small whimpers. 

“I chose you, YN,” he finally says softly, hand pushing the hair sticking to your face away as the other one cups your cheek and brings you to look at him. “I chose you and I’d choose you over everyone else. It’s always going to be you. Always.” 

You blink your lashes heavy with tears, cheeks stinging from the excessive amount of them that has dropped down your face. He nudges your cheek with his nose before pressing a gentle kiss to your brow bone. This tender gesture and his words finally allow the smallest smile to appear on your lips. 

“There’s my pretty girl,” Jay giggled. His arms wrap tighter around you before he lifts you up and pulls you onto his lap. “You know, it’s okay if you don’t fully love yourself yet, I can do it for the both of us for now, baby. Please, believe me.” 

You nod your head, now choked up for a whole different reason. You let him lean in and join your lips together in a sweet kiss. His knuckles caress your cheeks and chin as he plants a chain of pecks on your swollen mouth.  

He tries to break the kiss but you don’t let him get too far away, pulling him back in by his neck and crashing your lips together again, this time more desperately. Jay’s fingers slip into the loopholes of your pants, bringing you closer and closer until there’s no space left between your chests. 

The hushed I love you’s coming out from both of your mouths, his warm lips sucking a kiss after kiss on yours, his hand that drops down and sneaks underneath your top to linger over your skin – you’re becoming dizzy from the overwhelming love you’re being given.

“I’ve achieved everything because of you, love. I am who I am because of you,” he breathes out into your lips, forehead bumping against yours. One last time, he kisses the whatever is left of your tears away, then goes back to your hungry lips. “I’d give you the world if you asked me to. Let me take care of you, like you always do for me.��

With a strong move, he pulls you off his lap and lays you down on the plushy bedding. You shiver when the warmth of his body leaves you, only to catch your breath when he drops to the ground with the dull sound of his knees hitting the wooden floor. 

His warm hands rub your thighs soothingly, palming your inflamed skin before his lips follow their lead and pepper small kisses all over them, gradually traveling higher. You can hardly breathe from the tension, impatiently waiting for his every next move, the exhaustion in your body making you feel everything tenfold. 

The whisper you let out is strangled because of the prominent tingling in between your thighs. “I need you, Jay.”

With a hum of acknowledgement, he unzips then takes off your pants along with your underwear, discarding the clothes somewhere on the floor blindly.  Breath hitches in your throat when he leans forward and finally buries his face between your legs, lips softly grazing your warmth.  

His hands push on your inner thighs, holding your legs wide open as he leans down and presses a kiss to your pussy. A jolt shoots through your body when his teeth brush over your clit before he ducks his head down and engulfs it with his warm mouth entirely.

A shiver runs down your spine when his tongue runs flat against your clit, another but longer lick following right after. Your fingers clench on the duvet beneath you as you pant and whimper with every move that he makes. 

Jay’s thumbs circle and press on the smooth skin on your thighs, he himself humming and grunting into your pussy as he slurps you up. 

You’re perfect, so perfect in his eyes, yet the angle is still not satisfying to him, constantly searching for a better access to your quivering hole. Suddenly, his arms wrap around your knees and he swiftly lifts your legs further up, almost folding you in half as he sinks his mouth in your wetness again, groaning at how much better he can eat you out now. Properly. 

A loud moan ripples from your throat and you jerk in his hold violently, not expecting him to just manhandle you like this. You’re just there, mind blank and eyes fluttering shut when Jay pushes his tongue into your hole, fucking and stretching you with it as best as he can. He’s being so loud with it, so nasty that you can’t help but surrender yourself to him completely, losing yourself to him over and over again. 

Two of his warm fingers circle your weeping hole before letting them sink inside slowly, gently. With the addiction of his nose brushing over your clit, his tongue never halting its movements and now working in harmony with his fingers, you’re barely responsive. 

You mewl and whine breathlessly, sweat starting to create a thin layer on your worked up body. Jay pulls away to take a breath and admire your blissed out face, long fingers curling up, and he ducks his head to cover your sensitive thighs with marks and bites. 

“Aah, s’ good,” you slur out, arching your back off the bed slightly. 

“Yeah? You like that, baby?” Jay asks, sucking one last hickey on your inner thigh before moving back to your needy cunt. You can only hum in agreement, the noise quickly turning into another string of moans and wails as you feel your approaching high. 

Jay cranes his neck to get to you at the best angle, one that will help you reach your climax the fastest. He didn’t even realize when his now hard cock started rutting against the bed slowly, only focused on you and you only, restraining his own pleasure. 

You open your mouth to warn him of your incoming release but before you can do that, Jay speeds up the movement of his fingers and has you coming within a second, a loud cry of his name on your lips serving as honey for his ears. 

He drags his face away from your glistening pussy to take a look at your face.

You’re so beautiful, so perfect, soft and all his.

“My prettiest,” he murmurs, planting a bunch of kisses against your thighs and stomach before lifting himself on his arms and crawling to get you to face him, laying breathlessly beneath him. 

He lowers himself to kiss you right on the lips, the slick from his face smearing against yours slightly but you’re too far gone to pay it any mind. 

“I love you,” is all you’re able to choke out in a whisper. Jay smiles and brushes his nose against yours, kissing you once, then twice and thrice before letting you fill your lungs again. 

“I love you more.”

And as much as you want to protest at first, you realize that he might be actually right. There’s no doubt of your feelings or devotion to him, you gave him your entire heart a long time ago, entrusted him with all you are and had enough faith in him to never make you regret your decision.

But no one loves like Jay does. His love is pure and raw, coming from the depth of his heart and overshadowing all other feelings you’ve ever harbored to another man. 

That’s how you also know that no matter anything you’ll always end up together, overcome everything. 

His gentle hands grab the bottom of the t-shirt you’re wearing, his actually now that he takes a better look at it, then lifts it up, revealing your perky breasts to him. He plants kisses against them, simultaneously unzipping his pants and kicking them down to the floor. His boxers are discarded next and you help him unbutton his shirt with your shaky fingers. 

“Make me yours,” you say into his lips once you’re done with that, hand pressed against his cheek. 

Your words are enough to send Jay’s patience out the window, and he’s lifting your leg to hook it over his waist before sinking his hard cock inside you, your walls instantly sucking him in to the hilt. He groans at the warmth that engulfs him, squeezing him so tightly he can barely move. 

Your heart pounds in your chest, blood rushing to your cheeks at the intimacy, his eyes boring into you lovingly. Because that’s what he is. Utterly, hopelessly lovesick. 

His chest heaves above yours for a moment as he lets you adjust and relax around him before settling for a slower and deep pace. Your breaths get ragged quickly, listening to the filthy squelching whenever he pulls out of you only to sink in further each time. 

“See, baby? It’s all good now,” he rasps, sweaty hair beginning to cling to his forehead because of the stuffiness in your bedroom. “You don’t need anyone else. Only me. I’ll take care of you.”

“Only you,” you repeat after him, watching his eyes sparkle and eyebrows furrow.

He lets out a chuckle, out of breath. “Good girl.”

His hold on you tightens as he fucks into you, his large hand slipping to the back of your head and pressing your face to his neck. His thrusts grow faster, more erratic and messy, and the only thing you’re able to do at the moment is whine desperately into his skin and wrap your other leg over his hips, thighs clenching his sides even tighter.

You feel better. You feel heavenly. You feel loved.

He bullies his way so deep inside you that you feel as if on the verge of blacking out. It’s so good. You’re pretty sure you’re going to leave a drool stain on your boyfriend’s toned shoulder once you pull away from there as you’re just unable to close your mouth for a second, too fucked out to have any control over it now.

“Can I go a little faster, sweetheart?” Jay asks.

You whine into the junction of his neck. “Mhm.”

And so he does, his touch growing in intensity as well. He lets go of your neck and your head falls back onto the pillows and you finally get to look at his face, expression so soft and tender, and a stark contrast to the way he fucks you. 

Your stomach sets ablaze with every loud clap of his hips against yours, his precum making a mess on your thighs. 

“Fucking hell,” he moans lowly, not being able to get enough of the doe-eyed look you’re giving him. He didn’t know it was possible, but he thinks he loves you even a little more than yesterday. 

The sloppy sound of your wet skin colliding with his ricochets off of your bedroom’s walls and your eyes water again – this reason completely contrasting to the earlier heartbreak. Jay is here to kiss all of your tears away, his warm lips tracing your cheeks and collecting every salty droplet that falls on your skin. 

You throw your head back, nails digging into his shoulder blades. And then he reaches down with the one hand that’s not holding you, pressing his fingers on your swollen clit and rubbing circles on it, making you grow lightheaded again. 

His never ceasing thrusts keep hitting your g-spot, without even giving you a second to breathe. 

“J-Jay,” you whimper, voice wet and small, and he knows exactly what you want to communicate to him. 

You fall apart in his arms as your orgasm hits your sensitive pussy even harder this time, making you squirt with a shallow gasp for air. You feel completely owned by him at the moment. 

Jay’s eyes roll to the back of his skull for a hot minute, his cock aching and twitching as your walls spasm and squeeze him mercilessly. He buries his face in your neck now, nibbling under your ears and panting heavily against your skin.

Jay cums hard, probably harder than he ever has before – all because he knows he’s fucked you so good you can’t stop shaking in his arms. His own thighs begin to quiver a little as he ruts his emptying cock into your warm pussy, filling you up so nicely.

It’s the choked up wail that leaves your throat that spurs him into pushing more of his throbbing length into your sensitive self. His warm cum fills you to the brim, seeping slowly onto your thighs, yet he keeps snapping his hips against you slowly. “That’s it. Take it, baby. Take it all.”

Your lips part and when he pulls away from your neck, he immediately slides his tongue against yours. His kisses are sloppy and hot and wet but that only pushes you even further into the state of bliss, completely losing your mind for the man above you.

Your back is arched, making you press your chest into his forcefully as you jolt and twitch from overstimulation as he pulls out his soft cock out of you carefully. 

Jay’s lips press to your temple warmly with a soothing intention. You try to catch your breath, body sweaty and clammy just like your hair. Yet you look just as pretty as ever to him. His prettiest girl. 

 He collapses onto the bed next to you and lets you cling to him for as long as you want to, holding you tightly to his chest and drowning you in praises and compliments. It’s only when he notices that your eyelids are growing heavy that he gently pulls you away and up from the bed, steadying your wobbly self on the rug beside your bed. 

You look at him in confusion, eyes misty and tired and he can’t help but giggle and kiss you one more time. “We should probably take a shower first,” he flicks your nose when you scrunch it up slightly but then you nod your head.

When you start walking into the direction of the bathroom, goosebumps spiking your skin despite the hot temperature in the room, you turn around and frown when you notice that Jay has stayed behind you.

“You’re not coming, love?” You ask but he shakes his head. 

“You go first, baby. I’ll be right there in a second.” He nods his head to the ruined bedding. “Gotta change the sheets first.”

You flush as you take in the mess you’ve both made. “Right,” you mumble and then disappear behind the door. 

When you’re both showered and back in the bed together, you’re propping yourself on your elbows, trying to reach the switch of the lamp on the bedside table. You don’t get far when Jay’s arm wraps itself across your torso and brings you back down, right into his chest.  

“Stay,” he mumbles, nuzzling his face in your hair.

You giggle quietly but give in and lay comfortably, half on the bed and half on your boyfriend. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Jay hums lowly. “I mean forever. Stay with me forever.”

You look at him, eyes slightly widening despite how tired you are, and his words take your breath away when you realize he’s dead serious. You’re at a loss of words, looking at the man by your side, stunned, yet he only smiles lazily and brings your hand to his lips to press his warm lips against your knuckles.

“Marry me.”

Lacy, oh, Lacy, I just loathe you lately

And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you

Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you

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note: i actually really like how it turned out xx

[crownedinmarigolds]

On a scale of one to ten how problematic™️ are your coterie members? I'll go first.

Khloe: 4 out of 10. Tries really hard to treat everyone with dignity and respect, hates causing problems for others, sweet as sugar to nearly all she meets. Also totally down for murder, will drop you to protect her friends, likes the sexy unhinged way people obsess over her which could definitely get her imprisoned or killed.

Christian: 7 out of 10. Grew up in a patriarchal Giovanni household in Athens, GA, USA and wants to pretend he's a blue collar boy. Adamantly hetero though he's probably coterie-sexual if that every comes up and refuses to acknowledge any bisexuality. Would lock up his friends if he could. Chronically offline so he's not educating himself on the woes of others (he's got his own problems he says.) and probably still uses the r-word when insulting stupidity. Literally always asleep when everyone else is awake. Also fiercely loyal and protective and will let you lay on him like you're a toddler and he's a big sweet puppy. Will always accept a kind hug and not even in a creepy way. Asshole but good older brother energy.

Ralph: 100000 out of 10. (maybe a 5) Absolutely your overprotective stalker boyfriend who is only not a creep because you said yes to dating him. Has already measured your feet and checked your clothing sizes to make you a "get away quick" bug-out bag. He respects your choice to walk away for a while when you're angry but is scream-sobbing to everyone else that he's ruined everything and he should just die. Former Army Vet and will kill and has killed again. Most supportive person in the coterie for your harebrained schemes and will do everything he can to help when no one else will. Addendum: Forgets to de-Obfuscate and is definitely in the room with you or in the back of your car without you knowing and will not say anything until the last second.

Kyle: The perfect Thinblood. No notes. Consent king, gentle soul despite the Beast within him, mad scientist who uses his blood dolls' bodies for alchemy. Does everything he can to make sure you're well informed. Will take you to the cluuuuuub!

[prose-among-the-trees]

Can everyone just take a moment to acknowledge that the entire DissociaDID subreddit fucking CALLED the fusion?!

You’re so predictable now!

Even before they went on that massive PR- I MEAN MENTAL HEALTH- break, Kya and Mara were becoming problematic and needed to be scrapped.

A troll account admitted to alluding to a new host with a new name so DissociaDID would take the bait

AND SHE FUCKING DID!!!

This is not someone suffering from DID. She spent five out of her ten minute update video begging for money and promising more eye catching did moments so her stans can trick themselves into believing they have the make believe version she does.

Let’s all remember the time she got back online with a new host and told us a sob story about how her racist caricature got bullied offline (was called out for racism and scrapped and made into a guilt trip).

Remember when she got back online and called all the people she’d stolen trauma from and harassed sadists who want to see children in compromising situations? All of this while making out with her pedo boyfriend as a little and subjecting her audience to sneeze fetish content without their consent.

This is not a good person. This is a fucking grifter.

The new host, Soren, using he/him exclusively was also something the subreddit predicted since she could get a lot more audience being trans and leaning into that trauma.

By the way, referring to DissociaDID by their legal name is not ‘deadnaming’ because it was and still may be stated on YouTube, as well as being used for businesses willingly. If this was a trans situation and not a faking did one, the word deadname would be used correctly. Referring to Chloe as her own part or the portrayal the channel used to be is not a fucking deadname. Stop taking trans trauma as well as every other kind for fucks sake.

That’s it. Fuck DissociaDID, we all know the pattern their grifting is going. I think the only thing worse is if they made Soren a POC.

[6okuto]

HI I'M HEREEEEE

OK SO.

in a contest between all of your faves, who's winning the "who knows nia best?" section? either bc they're more observant than the rest, or bc they pay attention to even the tiniest most off-handed parts of your convos, or bc you simply tell them the most out of any of them is up 2 u!!

who would YOU (pointing emoji, I'm on my laptop rn) rather be closer with in obey me- the dateables (diavolo, barbatos, simeon and solomon) or the brothers :0 not ur MC, but U!! and then also, if you were in the devildom, what's one food from the game you'd like to try?????

PANCAKES OR WAFFLES. FRENCH TOAST IS NOT AN OPTION.

#ask.revival 2024

wehehehe HAI REV!!! let me lock in.

1 ) Ok. why would u do this to me. as if it isn't mecore for all my charas to be really good at this. SOB. keiji and cove... Nopony look at me. i'm gonna say keiji Bc in my mind we match each other's online/fandom freak. have u seen him with bokuto. he'd be closest to my irls' levels of freak matching which opens up a lot of convos and discussion! he could list all my faves and patterns if asked..

BUT the online-ness is the only thing setting him apart from cove who's my beautiful perfect offline boyfriend Guys Please. if that wasn't part of it they'd tie. all my guys would be neck and neck 💔💔

2.1 ) ME! 👐 oh my. ... the brothers. mammon alone holds the power of 7 diavolos in my heart (sorry dia 💔),, and i think i could more freely be myself around them.. mammon aside, levi would get me. also satan..? i don't think the dateables could fully match my freak and i'd be scared 2 ask them to. ... maybe solomon LOL

2.2 ) there's so many foods in this damn game OMFG i have the wiki pulled up. not even gonna try to look at main dishes. Madam Scream's Macarons because I Fawking Love Macarons and barbatos likes them so they Must be delicious.

3 ) 🫨🫨. i used to be an EASY waffle girlie but i haven't had any in so long ☹️ it's really quite even but,, in honour of my past self who always ate waffles and nutella before her class zoom at 9am for months, i'll stick with waffles.

[inakielgato]

Just smth I wanna write abt Iwaoi for fun. 🤣

~🦔👽🚪~

Iwaizumi: Oh great. First, our date is ruined bc some sons of bitches decided to hit my boyfriend when I’m away. Now, Tooru is crying!

Yahaba: What happened to him?

Iwaizumi: Idk! What did you guys do to him?!

Yahaba: Kunimi and I definitely did NOT do anything, pls don’t blame us as we’re just 2 helpless bottoms. We’re innocent bc we were with each other the entire time chatting while buying boba’s. 😊

Kindaichi: Yahaba is right. All the tops in our high school team besides you were hanging out also, we were having pizza for dinner.

Iwaizumi: MAKKI. GET UR ASS ONLINE NOW IM SUSPICIOUS OF U.

Kindaichi: U really think it’s Makki?!

Yahaba: Duh. 🙄 Who tf else would always cause trouble on the team?

Kindaichi: If it’s Oikawa that’s busy crying now, he won’t cause trouble yet. So I’m assuming that ur saying it’s Makki.

Makki is online.

Iwaizumi: Wtf did u do to Tooru?! Why is he crying?!

Makki: …I might’ve or might’ve not made him watch some Iwaoi angst on YT. 😅

Kindaichi: Bro. IWAOI ANGST?! DO U NOT FUCKING KNOW THAT ITS POTENTIALLY UPSETTING TO THE READER?!

Yahaba: That’s it. I’m on their side. WHAT KINDS OF SHIT DID YOU FUCKING MAKE HIM READ?!

Makki: Uhm…breakups?

Iwaizumi: AND WHY DO YOU THINK THAT IT IS A SMART IDEA?! 😀

Makki: Bc I did that for revenge?! He made me do a prank on Issei that I forget who he even is due to him being dead already!

Yahaba: Pretending as if he is a ghost?! OMFG WHYD U EVEN AGREE TO THAT?!

Makki: IM DUMB, OKAY?!

Yahaba: SURE U R.

Iwaizumi: OKAY, ENOUGH. IVE GATHERED ENOUGH INFORMATION. Thank you very fucking much for this time, Takahiro Hanamaki.

Iwaizumi has muted Makki for 1 week and kicked Makki for 3 days.

Iwaizumi is offline.

(IRL…)

Iwaizumi: Hey, are you ok? I heard you saw some angst on YouTube and it’s something that you shouldn’t really be watching.

Oikawa: Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why couldn’t it just get off of my mind?! I fucking hate myself!

Iwaizumi: Oi! Stop blaming yourself, you couldn’t help but watch them, couldn’t you?

Oikawa: If only Makki had never sent me those crappy shits…

Iwaizumi: Alright. Why don’t you tell me what those videos were about? I know they are about us breaking up, but what exactly happened?

Oikawa: All of them were all because of me…not being considerate. *sob*

Iwaizumi: Come here. *hugs him* And do you think you’re being considerate enough in this relationship?

Oikawa: …I don’t know.

Iwaizumi: Look, Tooru. I need you to be completely honest with me. Just so I can talk to you properly based of what you think, I’m not ok with you being uncomfortable or upset at all.

Oikawa: No. I’m an absolute selfish bitch who only flexes about how good I am. I don’t care about myself, either. I overwork myself even if I know I’m not doing too well. I try to compete with everyone including you all of the time, even if I lost, I wouldn’t fucking admit it.

Iwaizumi: Well, I don’t think you are that kind of a person. Deep down, I know you’re actually caring when you have to be. And your humour is always beautiful, you have a hard-working trait. You can be competitive, but in a positive way. You’re just competing with yourself this entire time! You’re not selfish, you don’t flex. You’re very generous, gorgeous and always joyful. You are fantastic in your own way, Tooru. I can see it already with my own eyes. In my heart, you will always be the best. Even if I was blind, I could feel it 24/7.

Oikawa: Oh my god, stop. You’re making me cry even more!

Iwaizumi: It’s ok, let it out.

They were embracing each other tightly while Oikawa was weeping as hard as he possibly could. Being engulfed in such a warm hug when you need it is sweet.

[uranium]

#worstnightever

watched brokeback mountain with a bunch of girls and they were all sitting together and giggling and calling the characters slurs but its okay because theyre #queer even though they keep interrupting to talk about their boyfriends and fucking men and im sitting there in the corner unable and unwilling to participate in the conversation trying not to ugly sob over that movie and then i just went home and cried the entire walk back because im not like those girls im not ever like other girls. and they can call themselves quirky and autistic and gay but they still think im a weird freak dyke that they keep around to entertain them and i can see it in their eyes every time i say something im not supposed to. im not one of them i cant play their games i can never ever be normal. and its fine around completely cishet offline women like i dont want to fit in with them anyways but when im around these people who shape their personalities around being queer and neurodivergent and im still too weird and still too much of a Lesbian for them it makes me want to start smashing my head into a wall

[saintsonnet]

actually, yeah, i do want to talk about this. i'm fucking tired of making plans only to have them cancelled last minute *as i'm getting my shoes on to walk out the door.* i've had plans cancelled an HOUR after my friend was supposed to be there, because she 'forgot'. i'm tired of being invited as an afterthought and then cancelled anyways.

even my closest friend whom ive known for two years now recently got a boyfriend and has all but forgotten about me. and i'm fucking tired. i'm so tired. one of my friends is moving to the mainland. two others hardly even like me. most of the rest are online, and they wouldn't notice if i dropped off the face of the earth. i have *one* offline friend that i talk to consistently.

i'm tired. i'm so fucking tired. and i know that i'm too quiet and anxious and annoying and weird and cold and rude but i want someone, finally, to say 'hey. i see that you're trying and i'm proud of you for it.' and i've felt like this my entire fucking life, really, but it's been *so* bad recently and fuck i'm really really done with it all.

and now i'm fucking going on about it all on my tumblr blog, of all places, because no one else listens. god. i really hope. i don't know. i don't know what i hope. i'm just tired.

it's so hard. i know these feelings aren't useful at all. they're not going to get me anywhere except crying on my bedroom floor. and it's only july third and i'm already sobbing this early into the month and i'm so tired of hurting people. i'm done.

do you wanna try and describe the feelings you are experiencing that you can talk to no one else about ?

hey whoa at least buy me dinner first

um. no. not at all. i mean. sort of. well

i do, yeah. but i'm not close enough with anyone to talk about them, not anymore. if you're really really curious or smth you can dm me or whatever, send another ask if you want to remain anonymous, and i'll give you a rundown of. everything . hah. but. eh.

i think it mostly just boils down to an attitude of 'i'm not worthy of an actual diagnosis so [real_actual mental health symptoms] have to be me just being selfish and evil (which, yeah, you're right, another real_actual symptom).

it's okay i'm just um. just like jonarchivist. from the archive. sorry. yeah. thanks though.

[hey-kae]

Secrets He’ll Keep

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female reader

Storyline: Charles finds himself struggling to control his reaction when you call him late at night, drunk and crying into the phone.

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating.

Sidenote: No one asked for this but i’m in the mood to write angst and no one is requesting any. I’m sorry in advance ‘cause this was painful to write.

Any other Saturday, the roles would’ve been reversed and you would’ve been the one repeatedly calling Charles to check if he made it home safely from whatever party he’d be at. For the first time in a while, your monégasque friend was the one sitting anxiously in his apartment, furiously checking his phone to see if you had gotten back to any of his 10 missed calls. With every passing minute of silence on your side, his head got more tangled with unpleasant thoughts and the tight feeling in his chest worsened. It had passed 1 AM and he still hadn’t heard from you, not even a short reply to the nearly endless string of texts he had spammed you with. It worried him sick. He’d understand that you were possibly still at whatever party you were at but he wasn’t at ease knowing that you had been offline for that long, especially when the two of you texted non-stop, even when you weren’t home.

“Come on! Please, pick up.” His anxious state had gotten into him, leaving him in his state of despair, alone in his room at 2AM, begging the phone to let him hear your voice.

“The number that you have dialed is not available at the moment.” The robotic voice talked back to him.

“Fuck!” He cursed and threw the phone onto the bed before he fell back against the mattress himself, wishing he had asked you where you were going.

Sitting there with a heavy head and racing thoughts, he started blaming himself for the state of misery he was in. He should’ve know better. He should’ve set clear limits for himself the minute he felt his heart flutter at the sound of your laughter the first time. He should’ve stopped himself the second he started feeling like he wanted to rip you out of your boyfriend’s arms. But no, he had convinced himself for a while that his reaction was just because he thought you deserved better, only to realize the truth about his feelings months later when it was already too late. He had to go and fall for his best friend. He had to book himself an indefinite amount of time of hidden pain and stolen glances.

His hand pinched the bridge of his nose like a reflex as he sighed, hoping it’ll relieve some of the weight pressing down onto his chest, making it harder for him to breathe with ease.

Forever and a day seemed to have passed before his loud ringtone blared through the dark room. He leaped to grab it, exhaling in partial relief as he read your name on the screen.

“Charles?” Your shaky voice greeted him as soon as he swiped his thumb across the screen. He wanted relief out of this call, not added worry.

“What is wrong, y/n?” His voice was dipped in fear as he heard soft sniffling on your side of the line.

“Can you please-“ you sobbed, “-pick me up?”

It added to his concern when he realized your words were slurred, indicating that you were actually drunk and sobbing into the phone.

“Oh mon Dieu.” Oh my god. He panicked, jumping off the bed and storming out of the bedroom with his car keys tightly clutched in his hand. “Where are you? What is happening? Je t’en prie d’me dire, ma chère.” Please tell me, my dear. The questions in his mind pushed past his lips without his mind’s permission as he sprinted down the stairs.

Meanwhile, your mind had ignored most of what Charles had said, barely managing to slur the club’s address to him.

Charles found himself thanking his Ferrari for the high speeds it could reach as he drove down the highway, doing everything he can to get closer to you as fast as was possible.

He almost lost his mind when he parked the car and spotted you sat on the curb outside the club with your arms wrapped around your knees and mascara staining your cheeks.

“Fuck, fuck…” He repeatedly cursed as he stumbled out of the car and rushed to you with hurried steps, kneeling down in front of you as soon as he reached you.

Looking up at him, your eyes locked with his worried ones, his image blurry to your drunk mind. Nevertheless, it comforted you to see him so close to you.

“Charles…” You wrapped your arms around him, your eyes clouding with tears once again as his scent invaded your senses, enveloping you in a safe bubble.

“Oh mon dieu, what happened?” You felt his hands brush through your hair comfortingly as he whispered soothing words into your ear.

He felt so grateful that you were finally in his arms where he knew he could keep you safe at least for a while. His heart still betrayed him, clenching every time he heard you sob into his chest, your hands clutching onto his shirt, fisting it so desperately like you were clinging onto him for safety. It was fucking with his mind, making him gulp at how cruel this felt.

“Let me take you home, sweetheart.” He softly spoke into your hair, pulling you up and walking you to the car.

He helped you into his passenger seat and pulled on your seatbelt before he got into the driver’s seat, sitting still-as-stone for a few seconds, his hands forcefully gripping the steering wheel as he took deep breaths like he was trying so hard to build up enough strength for what was to come.

With one final sharp inhale, he turned on the car and started driving, trying hard to ignore your small sniffles so he’d be able to focus on driving, but he just couldn’t. The sound was breaking his heart.

“Hey, i’m right here with you. Cry it all out, love.” He reached over and squeezed your hand for a second but it shook his whole body when he felt the both of your hands grip onto his for comfort, leaving him to drive with just one hand. That was no trouble for him. What was troubling him was the way his heart was racing out of control, pounding so hard against his ribcage, making his blood rush with too many unwanted feelings.

“I feel so fucking worthless, Charles.” You cried, subconsciously holding his hand tighter. Had you been sober, these feelings would’ve never been expressed out loud, but your drunk mind lacked a filter.

The words almost made Charles’ world stop. He couldn’t even fathom being able to cope with the fact that someone had made you feel this way.

“What?” He abruptly braked, slowing the car down. He couldn’t decide what he was feeling: rage or heartbreak because, deep down, he knew he could make you feel like you’re worth more than worth the world’s weight in gold but it killed him that he can’t seem to get a chance to do so.

“He cheated on me. We broke up.” Even in your drunk state, you lowered your voice, fully aware of how Charles never approved of your boyfriend.

He was speechless, his grip on the steering wheel tightening by the second as his whole body tensed at the sound of those words.

“Fuck him.” He spitted out the words with pure, unfiltered anger. The sound of the breathless sob that left your lips as you took in the two small words shattered Charles and even more so the little shake of your head as you rejected the statement.

“But, i love him.” The words hang heavily in the small atmosphere of the car. To Charles, they felt like a merciless stab in the stomach. They tugged on his heartstrings and knocked the air right out of his lungs. This was hurting him so bad but he’d never admit that to you, he cared about you too much to do so, even if that meant he’d have to sacrifice a fragment of his sanity to endure the night ahead.

With a painfully tense jaw, he drove you back to his apartment in silence, not acknowledging your request that he drives you back to the flat that you shared with your boyfriend.

His silence was filled with too many thoughts that all had the same conclusion: he had to put his feelings aside and just be there for you tonight, no matter how much it would hurt him.

After parking the car, he basically dragged you up the stairs, the alcohol you had consumed fully having taken over your body after being sat down for the car ride.

He gently guided you to his bathroom, sitting you on the sink counter before grabbing a cotton pad and heading towards you.

“Look at me, love.” He softly spoke, lifting your head to clean the tears and makeup off your face.

“Listen to me, sweetheart. I never want to hear you talk badly about yourself again. Okay?” He started as he began swiping the wet cotton pad across your face, wishing he had some makeup remover he could’ve used to get the job done quicker.

“You are an insanely smart woman with a personality that people would kill to have. You are funny, sensible and understanding. You are kind to everyone, dedicated to everything you’re passionate about and have a heart of gold. You are successful in all that you do and that is really impressive, ma chère. Don’t ever underestimate yourself. Please.” His thumb gently stroked your tear stained cheek, “And don’t get me started on your beauty. You are breathtaking. You are everything anyone would ever want their partner to look like. Perfect hair, beautiful eyes, a time-stopping smile and a laugh that feels like music to the ears, love.” Charles mindlessly spoke as he stood between your legs, dropping one cotton disk after the other onto the floor as he struggled to remove your makeup with only water.

His words made you cry harder, the tears streaming down your face but quickly getting wiped along with the smudged eyeliner and mascara.

“I need you to believe every word because it is all true. It hurts so much to see you cry, especially when eyes like yours should always shine with happiness.” It was getting harder for him to speak, his throat tightening as it revoked the only three words he actually wanted to say. He took a moment, stopping the flow of words as his hands dropped and he quickly faced away from you and looked down, struggling so hard to blink back his own tears, absolutely refusing to set them free right now.

Being there with you, locked together in his bathroom with you so close to him felt like the cruelest torture but a kind he had willingly chosen to endure. You were so close but in all the wrong ways. Your thighs were grazing his waist but it felt like you were the furthest you’ve ever been, not because you had moved away but because Charles’ perception of your closeness had changed. He didn’t want the same thing out of this as he did a few months ago.

He took a sharp, straggled breath that felt like fire in his lungs.

“I just- I’m gonna need you to know you are not worthless; you are worth everything. If he makes you feel any other way, he’s the one that’s worthless.” He continued, throwing away the last used cotton pad he had in his hand.

You didn’t think your actions through, you just leaned forward and hugged him tight.

“I- I wish i would find someone like you.” You slurred to him, the tears coming back stronger as your drunk mind imagined how perfect a relationship with someone who treated you the same way Charles did would feel, the thought of dating the monégasque himself never once crossing your mind.

As dramatic as it sounds, Charles felt his heart drop and shatter, the small shards shredding everything they contacted in their downfall. A tear he had lost control over rolled down his cheek but his arms stayed frozen by his sides, his body going into momentary shock until his mind finally processed the situation. He hugged you just as tight, squeezing you into his chest as he made sure to appreciate every second of the embrace, to memorize the feeling of having you so close, to remember the smell of your perfume.

“Believe me, i wish so too.” He sighed, the air burning his nose as it left his system. The words he had just spoken into existence mocked him, making the bile rise in his throat as he realized how deep in he already was. The safe shore seemed too far away to reach without some sort of miracle. A life without you in it would feel like pure hell, he was aware of that, but right now he wasn’t sure if having to stick to being your friend would feel any better.

He loved you, there was no point in denying himself of admitting that notion to his mind. His heart stung every time you had called him your friend, every time you had cried to him about how bad your relationship was going, every time you kissed his cheek with the same lips that kiss another man’s mouth on the daily. There were times where he felt like he just wanted to wrap you in his arms and cuddle you all night, times where he was desperate to have you by his side as his source of comfort and happiness: after a bad race, during dull days, on lonely rainy mornings in his Monaco apartment, in painful silent nights spent alone in hotel rooms. It was suddenly not enough being your friend. The one-armed hugs you frequently exchanged only felt like a teasing portion of the actual thing, the full on bear hug you had him wrapped in at the moment.

Swallowing away all the thoughts and words on his mind, he kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes, letting all of his senses focus on the way your body was wrapped around his. He didn’t care that your tears were soaking his shirt, he could stay right there forever until the pain you were feeling grew back into delight and the sobs turned into ringing laughs.

Knowing his wishes were so out of reach, he pulled away from the hug and brushed back your tangled hair, all of his energy going into masking his emotions.

“C’mon. Let’s get you to bed.”

His hands held onto your waist as he helped you stand up and head to his bedroom.

You sat on his bed and watched through glazed eyes as he dug through his drawers, eventually pulling out a shirt and some sweatpants and walking over to you.

“You can change into these if you want.” He said, his tone cautious and his voice barely above a whisper. He put the clothes on the bed and turned around so you could change.

You grabbed the shirt, its cool and soft material feeling heavenly against your hot skin, convincing you to get rid of the dress and pull it on.

With your gaze glued onto Charles’ back, you stood up a bit too quickly, the remaining alcohol in your system rushing to your head, causing you to stumble and fall right back onto the bed. The small and seemingly meaningless failure still made you feel like shit, like you were weak and vulnerable and broken, the intoxicating substances you had consumed contributing to the excessive emotions you were feeling. A sharp, loud sob broke the silence in the room as you buried your face in your hands, accepting a new wave of tears.

You didn’t even sense Charles move up to you until you felt the cool material of his rings on your skin as he crouched in front of you, his hands wrapped around your wrists in a desperate attempt to get you to look at him.

His own feelings, he was keeping to himself. He felt like he was drowning in your tears, feeling so powerless as he watched the girl he loved so dearly cry over another guy’s foolishness. He hated that he was feeling everything all at once and so intensely.

“Look at me, sweetheart. Please, look at me.” His words sounded like a weak plea as he pulled on your hands, begging you to let him in. He was so desperate to help but he felt so clueless. In movies he had watched, a breakup was followed by either partying, binge eating or screaming to breakup songs, not intense unstoppable crying. It killed him to see you cry so hard that you were shaking right in front of him while he had no clue what to do.

“S’il te plais, regarde moi. Tu m’brise le coeur, ma chère. Je te supplie de me laisser t’aider. S’il te plais.” Please, look at me. You’re breaking my heart, my dear. I’m begging you to let me help. Please. His desperate state switched him back to his first language as he didn’t allow his mind to think his words through.

You shook your head, not even considering showing anyone your face right now.

“I can’t even dress myself, Charles. I’m never drinking again.” Your voice was muffled by your hands.

“So what? It happens.” Charles tried to comfort you, “Here, i will help you change and I will not look. I promise.”

He immediately regretted his words. He wouldn’t survive that.

“Really?” He heard the faint whisper of your voice and realized it was too late to back out now.

He looked back at you, your hands now in your lap. For a moment, he felt his heart stop, the pained look on your face and the sight of your bloodshot eyes shooting a wave of physical pain down his body, punishing him for feeling things he should’ve never felt.

“Really.” He nodded.

He put his palms out and you held onto his hands and stood up, your touch unknowingly burning his skin at the contact.

His teeth were sinking into his bottom lip, trying to suppress the intensity of the feeling coursing through him as he tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes before he started pulling your dress above your head, feeling your hot skin against his fingertips.

“Give me the shirt, love.” He stretched out his hand to you.

As soon as the soft cotton hit his palm, he blindly pulled it over your head, still making sure not to look, cautious not to see anything he shouldn’t, especially when you were so vulnerable and intoxicated.

Once the shirt was covering your body, he turned to look at your face, finding your glistening eyes admiring him.

“Can you hand me the pants now?”

You nodded and did just that.

He closed his eyes again and kneeled in front of you, lifting one of your legs to slip it into the sweatpants. Charles felt your hands hold onto his shoulders for support as he pulled the clothing item up your body before opening his eyes to tie the drawstring on the waist.

“There you go.” He attempted a smile.

“I don’t deserve you, Charles.” His smile immediately dropped as he heard the words.

“Sh, don’t say that.” He cooed, pulling you to his chest, his hand tangling itself in your hair, “Tu mérites tout ce qui est bon dans ce monde.” You deserve all that’s good in this universe.

“Thank you for everything.” You spoke into his neck, feeling so loved in his arms.

“No need,” he gulped, knowing the next words would kill him, “that’s what friends are for.” His eyes squeezed shut and his lips pursed as he realized what he just said. He hated the sound of that statement so much.

“You should lay down.” He advised, breaking his contact with your body and pointing towards his bed.

With no further added words, you climbed onto the mattress, curling up against yourself. Charles, for the hundredth time tonight, ignored his aching heart and leaned forward to cover you up with a warm blanket.

“I will be in the living room.” He was met with a protest from you.

“No. Please, stay.” You asked him with a shaky voice, patting the empty space beside you.

You weren’t aware of how much he needed to escape this room, how hard it was getting for him to breathe in the heavy air of his bedroom, how shaky his hands had gotten, how messy his thoughts had turned and how weak he felt.

“Stay?” His voice trembled as he dreadfully said the word, the nod he received from you then making him feel like he should expect himself to drop dead any second now.

Sighing, he rid himself of his shoes and climbed into bed beside you, staying painfully away no matter how bad his every sense was begging him to get as close to you as was possible. He knew he wouldn’t handle the drop that he’d have to go through after that.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He tried to fill the silence so he wouldn’t be left alone to his thoughts.

You shook your head no, instead scooting over towards him, hiding your face in his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his torso, seeking comfort in his warmth.

His body froze and his eyes closed like he was in excruciating pain. His heart was beating so fast he had become afraid you’d question it and he’d have to explain how much he was feeling. He just held his breath as tears fell from his closed eyes, hitting the pillow under his head. He did not dare to move a limb. He just laid there in deafening silence, hoping and praying that you would fall asleep fast so he could escape. Sleep wasn’t on his agenda for the night, not when the clock on the wall already read 4AM, the numbers laughing at him, laying there in his misery.

He felt you fiddle with a loose string on his shirt, twirling it between two of your fingers. He felt a few more of your teardrops wet the material as well. Then, he felt your body relax against his, your small movements from before stopping, indicating that you were fast asleep.

“Putain.” Fuck. He cursed to himself, feeling his restraint against his emotions faltering. He could keep up a certain image but for how long? He had reached the limit for the night. He looked down to observe the subject of his adoration, your beauty overwhelming him as usual until your image blurred with his forming tears.

“Comme j’aimerais que tu me laisses te montrer que tu mérites le monde, mon amour.” How I wish you’d let me show you that you deserve the world, my love. His voice broke halfway through the sentence that he whispered to your sleeping figure, knowing he’d never have the courage to say any similar words to you when you were awake. The thought shattered him. He bit his lip to contain the sobs that threatened to shake his body.

“Je t’aime incroyablement, ma chère.” I love you incredibly, my dear. He cried the words into a peck onto your forehead before he slipped out of his own bed, replacing his body with a pillow so you wouldn’t notice his absence.

He stood there, watching you tug the pillow closer to you and bury your face deeper into it then tiptoed his way to the glass slide door leading to the small balcony attached to his bedroom. He stepped out into the chilly air, letting the low temperatures startle his body back into a somewhat normal state. He inhaled the cold air deeply but his lungs exchanged the exhale for a soft, heartbreaking cry that had been postponed enough.

He let the thoughts conquer his mind and let the sobs take over his body. He just leaned over the railing and watched his teardrops fall onto the empty Monte Carlo street. A street looking almost as empty as he felt.

Part 2

[strengthsapprentice-moved]

4*Town x Fem!Reader - Terrible Exes

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Prompt: Y/N came out of a terrible relationship, but her ex still harasses her for her body. How would the 4*Town boys take their girlfriend being harassed by her ex lover?

CW: Abuse, Fights, Cursing, S//xual harassment, Fem reader

Age Rating: 16+

Notes: Lmk if you want a male reader or gn version! I'll repost with the new pronouns <3

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Robaire

Robaire knows EVERYTHING about this ex before, during, and after your relationship with him. Not through stalking no, but because you and him were friends through it all.

He has all the deets, screenshots, pictures, just about everything he could need in any sort investigation. Not only that, he knows every little flaw and nightmare your ex picks themselves apart for, and every insult they hurled towards you.

However, he won't use them to hurt your ex. No, this is all just in case that abusive pos came back around to haunt you.

And that they did, spamming your dms with pitiful apologies and asking for you- your body- all over again.

It kickstarts when you run to Robaire, bawling your eyes out with your phone in your hand. Those tearful sobs, the pitiful shine in your eyes, and the glowing screen on that device has him stressing all over you. It drivea him mad whenever you come to him upset and he can't help, but he won't stand idily by and watch his precious girlfriend be sexually harassed by a sickening individual who had used her in the first place.

"Y/N, mon amour, may I borrow your phone? I need to have a word with them."

- 9:56 pm, March 14th -

Ex: I am so sorry for calling you an asshole, I didn't mean it

Ex: Please, I want you back

Ex: I miss everything about you

Ex: Your hair, your smile, your everything...

Ex: God, I just wanted you to want me, is that so hard for you to understand? If you wanted to be a good girlfriend, you would have given me what I needed.

Ex: Whatever, I can find someone else who would actually want to do it with me.

Ex: Hey?

Ex: Look I'm sorry, you just make me so angry.

You (Robaire): This is Robaire, her boyfriend. May I ask why you're harassing her?

Ex: Fuck off, I don't have time for her worthless friends. She's just using you to get back at me.

You (Robaire): I'm a forgiving guy, so I'll give you one chance to leaveher alone. You wouldn't want your mother seeing this, would you?

*Image: 1 attachment, a shower pic of your ex*

Ex: Don't threaten me! I'll call the police!

Robaire: And tell them all about how you won't leave Y/N alone? Who are they going to believe, you or me?

- Ex has gone offline -

With that, he blocks the number and sets your phone to the side, picking you up. "Come on, let's have a night out. Just forget about him, okay? He won't be bothering you anymore."

He takes you to the best place he can think of: A cozy restaurant with a laidback atmosphere. There wasn't an expected dress code nor any over-the-top fancy decor, though it wasn't a shabby place either. The whole time he has you in his left arm, you at the window seat, nuzzling into his side as he takes care of the ordering.

Aaron T

He's ready to FIGHT as soon as he hears his girlfriend crying. It's his first instinct to punch a pillow or get his energy out with anything stressful, but... Your ex makes him want to destroy anything in his path.

It doesn't help that the stress your ex is putting you through makes you terrified to step outside anywhere. You're a homebody at this point, under constant threat of your ex finding you in public and trying to touch you all over again.

With a frustrated sigh, Aaron T joins you on the bed you're sitting on and rests on your shoulders from behind. You're quick to hide your phone, but the constant buzzes clue him in that it's your ex again.

"That scumbag again? Y/N, let me see what he's been saying, babe."

- 6:04 pm, April 7th -

Ex: Hey

Ex: I'm willing to forgive you

Ex: Just say you want me please

Ex: I loved you even when you treated me like shit, even when you didn't put out, I was willing to wait for you to be ready for sex

Ex: You know no one else will want you, right?

Ex: I'm the only one willing to put up with your shit

Ex: Meet me at my house if you know what's good for you

Hell no. No, this won't do. Aaron T rises from the bed, snatching the car keys from the table. Oh, he'll be "meeting up" alright, just not with his angel, Y/N.

"A-aaron no! He'll beat you- It's not worth it please! He's going to hurt you!" Aaron T sighs heavily, turning to face you. "Y/N, I'm making sure he NEVER hurts you again. Do you want him simping for you over and over? Threatening you and shit?! Come on, I'll make it quick."

One silent drive later, Aaron Z pulls to the side and hops out, itching for a fight. Your ex had been waiting on the porch on his chair, but flies out of his seat to confront the tall boy in his yard.

Your ex starts off the exchange, "Who the fuck are you?" Aaron T puffs out his chest, getting in your ex's face, "Nah, who the FUCK do you think you are? Saying no one would love my baby? Asking her for her fuckin' body?!" This has your ex reeling back in fear, but still trying his best to at least fake confidence, "Nah dude, you can keep her! She's a psycho!" Aaron T tilts his head to the side and cracks his neck, a scowl forming on his face, "Psycho? Psycho?! I'LL SHOW YOU PSYCHO, BITCH BOY!"

In the end, Aaron T is dragging himself back to the car, quickly driving away from the house where your ex's unconscious body lays in the front yard. Aaron T has some scuffs and blood spatters, but otherwise looks fine. Looks like your ex wasn't much of a fighter after all...

Aaron Z

Unlike T, Aaron Z is a lot less confrontational. He'd rather settle things like Robaire, but he doesn't have the same patience and slyness. Though, he won't hesitate to ask them for help when he finds out about Y/N's little "pest" problem.

It all starts when you throw your phone right into the bed and leap right into the sheets, crawling up to Z's warm body and laying your face on his chest. Z, who was on his phone, puts it down and raises a brow at you. "Y/N? What's making you all cuddly?"

Though it was muffled, Z could make out what you say, "It's nothing." "Come on, you know you can tell me! What's-" The sheets vibrate and a subtle ping! interrupts the light hearted mood. You drag the phone from where you threw it and hand it to Z, "Can you see who that is? I'm not in the mood to even look at my phone."

-10:01 am, June 25th-

Ex: You up?

Ex: Hey

Ex: Please talk to me

Ex: I miss you

Ex: Hey

Ex: What's up

-Unread Message-

Ex: Fuck you too then, ugly ass

Now, this was by no means the worst your ex as done. Hell, you have therapy next week because of the mental (and physical) abuse you faced. It's the fact that your ex harasses you near daily and drives you to insanity that it clicks for Aaron Z: Enough is enough.

Instead of texting your ex, he'll call them. It'll terrify Z, but he's much too hasty and furious to care about anything but his Y/N's life.

-Calling Ex...-

Ex: You could have just texted me, y'know.

Aaron Z: Nah, Y/N isn't going to talk to you ever again, dude. Just leave her alone.

Ex: Who the hell is this?

Aaron Z: Her boyfriend.

Ex: Whatever dude, she's gonna dump you after a month.

Aaron Z: It's been a year actually, and we're still happy. Nothing you tell her is true. Now leave her the fuck alone!

-Call Ended-

With that, he silences your phone and sets it on the night stand. "So that's your ex, huh?" You respond with a little head nod. "Baby, that guy's pathetic. He doesn't know how good he had it when he was with you." Though he tries his best to comfort you, a long cuddle was the best remedy for a terrible ex.

After a stressful morning and some sleep-in cuddles, Aaron Z takes you to see a cutesy movie. Not just at any theater mind you, but one with the plush recliner seats. What makes it all better? A large popcorn to share and a few snacks Z snuck in with a hoodie he wore.

Jesse

Unlike the other members, Jesse thinks about what's the safest thing to do. He can't exactly risk your ex coming after you, him, or his kiddos. Also unlike the other members, he was first to jump the shark and take care of you asap. You might think you're sly, but he can tell what's going on when you hide yourself in the bedroom or distract yourself by playing with James and Liana (his son and daughter).

A new phone is his gift to you, but really a discreet way to get you a new phone number to thwart your ex. Changing your socials to new names is a bit challenging, but Jesse reassures you that it's for your best interest. The last thing is letting your ex dig their own grave, with each text they send nastier than the last. It all sits on a now unused phone, which Jesse forgets about until he notices it go off for what would be the last time.

- 14 days ago, 4:16 pm, July 24th -

Ex: Y/N, I'm sorry for everything I did. You were completely right, and I was a fucking idiot. Please talk to me again, it hurts not having you...

Ex: Y/N?

- 9 days ago, 10:35 pm, July 29th -

Ex: Please talk to me

Ex: I'll forgive you for everything

Ex: I can't stop thinking about you

- 8 days ago, 2:01 am, July 30th -

Ex: You're a fucking cunt, Y/N. You played me, antagonized me. You treat me like a villain for no reason

Ex: If anything, you should beg for me back

Ex: I have a new gf, so it's not like I even need you

Ex: Have a good life, asshole

- 5 days ago, 8:04 am, June 2nd -

Ex: Hey. I didn't mean anything I said that night

Ex: Please come back

Ex: No one loves me like you do

Ex: I'm begging you please

- Now, 5:47pm, June 7th -

Ex: You don't deserve my respect or anything

Ex: At least tell me what I did wrong

Ex: Don't be a fucking stuck up brat

To Jesse, that was the last straw. He immediately turns to the police and turns in the old phone. "They've been harassing my girlfriend for a while, but this is what I have from the past two weeks. If they contact her or me ever again, I'm going to have to file a restraining order."

Jesse has no shortage of fans who harass him, so he isn't all that freaked out about someone as insignificant as your ex. As far as he's concerned, that ex is the most pathetic stalker.

As for you? You don't have to worry about a single thing. He offers you a sweet treat as his favorite ice cream place, to which you ask if the kiddos can come along.

"Of course! Anything for my three little angels."

Tae Young

At first, he really can't figure you out. One minute the both of you are caring for the sweet doves in his aviary, but a single ping from your phone has you running to another room. He assumes the worst, that you're cheating. After all, you're a lot more disconnected, seemingly obsessed with your phone, and slowly detaching from him.

"Y/N, we need to talk." You can see the water pooling in his eyes, Tae biting on his pointer finger to keep himself from spilling. "About what?" He can't help but retreat into himself and lean onto a wall for support. Oh boy... "Can you tell me who you're talking to?" You give him a puzzled look, "What are you talking about, Tae?"

"Look, don't make it harder than it has to be, please... I know someone's-" Ding! "OH WILL THEY PLEASE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" You snap, taking your phone, chucking it across the room and into the floor. Ding! Ding! You can't help but break then and there, crying into your hands and slumping to the floor. A concerned Tae Young loses his nervous posture and holds you from your back.

"Y/N, what's going on? Are you okay?"

"It's- It's-" You choke out through sobs, "It's my ex! They won't leave me alone no matter what I say! I- I try blocking them, telling them, reporting them..." You sniffle, Tae wiping the tears from your face. "Y/N... Why didn't you tell me? I could have handled it for you." "I didn't want you worrying about it... You already have a really busy life, with the band and aviary. I'm so sorry I made you worry."

He wraps you into a soft embrace, letting you curl into his chest and cry. He didn't want to entertain that shit-wipe by reading whatever insults threw threw at his girlfriend. No, they would have to say it to his face if they wanted him to hear it.

After that incident, Tae took to asking the other band members for help. Robaire and Jesse offer to call up their girls to give Y/N a girl's night out, Aaron Z and Tae team up to get Y/N a few gifts (a new phone being the first), aaaand Aaron T offers to drag the ex to hell using his fists named Punisher and Lil Death.

The only band member who had his offer declined had to "put away his guns for another day".

[makur0]

hi!! could i request a ritsu x fem!reader where they started dating a little bit ago and he’s been distancing himself from reader for about a week now, and she’s wondering if she did something wrong :( turns out he’s been a bit (a lot) sexually frustrated so when reader goes to confront him, he explains the situation but accidentally gets hard while explaining and reader notices and he’s like “agh don’t look at it >:(“ XD so then that leads to reader offering to help him out and ritsu’s actually just super gentle during their first time and prioritizes reader’s pleasure over his own despite his circumstances it’s so cute <3 if you could include some oral (female receiving) and just a kinda fluffy scenario overall that would be great !!

i’m so sorry if this was oddly specific AHAHA thank you and pls take care of yourself!!

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

synopsis — you confronted your new lover, who has been distancing himself lately. out of all the answers you imagined, though, you never expected this one… [ritsu sakuma x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. soft! dom! ritsu, oral (fem receiving), praise, sorta-vanilla, nipping, pussydrunk! ritsu

author’s note — yes i’m back with another ritsu what you gon’ do about it >:) [I literally DIED when i wrote this request i don’t know why but i couldn’t bring myself to do a proper buildup w/ this.] half-assed, really.

word count — 1026

THE FLOWER IN YOUR HAND PREDICTED A GOOD RELATIONSHIP.

So why was he distancing himself from you?

Ritsu Sakuma, the sleepy third-year of Yumenosaki Academy. And your newfound boyfriend. Just like any other fan, you were over the moon when he confessed to you. Apparently his little naps on your lap wasn’t clear enough, or when he would drag you to Knights practices. But you guessed it didn’t matter now, did it? Nah, it don’t. 

But what does is the fact that he turns immediately away from you once he sees you in the hallway now.

Why on earth was he avoiding you? You two have been barely dating for, what, a week? What could you have done during that time? What you couldn’t have done?

Your worry and anxiety grew as the time without him stretched throughout the week, self-deprecating thoughts filling your head. Were you not good enough for him? Is the way you conducted yourself not fitting for his tastes? What was it that made the sleep-deprived idol hide behind a locker from your sight?

If you were somebody who really payed attention, you would notice the slight blush on his cheeks whenever he looked away from you, his gaze drifting downwards before scowling in embarrassment, or when he even slapped his hands on a friend’s mouth, flushing brightly as he smirked back at him.

Yeah, you really weren’t the problem... in that way. You didn’t realize it, though.

After being given the weekend to think over things and mentally sob over his offline status, you gathered the courage to confront him Monday morning and- well-

“Why are you avoiding me?” That simple sentence was blurted out as you finally had your hands on Ritsu, pulling on his collar to make you face him. In contrast to your demanding presence, he could really be compared to a half-asleep cat who was just caught in the act of knocking something down.

“I- uh...” He mumbled, fiddling with his blazer. “I just have been- really busy.” His blood-red eyes drifted down towards the floor, but suddenly changed direction and stared at the locker, his face red. “Yeah.”

“Ritsu, you haven’t.” You crossed your arms, a disappointed frown on your face. “Tsukasa hasn’t scheduled anything for the entire week.”

His face burned, sighing as he was caught on his act and finally glancing up to meet your eyes. 

The way you leaned your hip towards one side, your eyebrows slightly furrowed, and your small lips held in a cute pout...

God. Not now.

“Look, if you needed space in the first place I would have given it to you-”

“No!” He hissed, tugging at his jacket. “No no, it’s not that. I promise, it’s just- ah...

“It’s actually quite the opposite, I-”

You sighed, shaking your head, then much to his despair you noticed something. You noticed it.

“Ritsu,” A shocked mumble left your mouth, your ears turning pink. “Are you-?”

“Just- no no, don’t look at it...” He sighed out, frustrated, almost ripping his blazer in the process just to hide his little ‘friend’. “Give me a bit to calm down, and I’m sorry...”

And just like that, he ran off, almost awkwardly as he was forced to cover his problem, leaving you as your blush grew tenfold at the discovery.

Was that why he would avoid me?

No... but then again...

You could barely focus on your classes, drifting from reasoning to fantasy much to your embarrassment. If that was really the problem, he wouldn’t mind you offering your help, right? Then again, if it wasn’t, you would sure be in a weird position.

Sighing loudly, you dropped your head on your desk.

Relationships are too confusing.

---

“Hey, listen, I just want to say sorry about what happened-”

“If you want, I don’t mind helping you-”

You and Ritsu paused, staring at each other with slightly open mouths as you interrupted the other. At the sight of his confused look, you blushed furiously. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it that-”

“You... want to help?” Ritsu childishly echoed, tilting his head like a cat. “But [name], it isn’t your fault.”

“But as your girlfriend, I should pitch in once in a while, yes?” You almost joked, a ghost of a smile on your face. “And... I would like to do it with you~”

The male looked at you, seemingly conflicted. He didn’t want you to feel like you were obligated to help him... but then again, you were offering yourself in the way that he wanted you in. So really... he couldn’t pass an opportunity like this.

“A-alright.”

Which led you having him in between your legs, eating you out while moaning you praises. Please give him kudos for being considerate, but he was longing for this for way too long, Ritsu couldn’t bring himself to go slow. You just tasted so heavenly, so decadent. 

“R-Ritsu-!” A stuttered moan left you, curling your legs around his legs as you arched your back, your heartbeat accelerating. “Keep going- keep going!”

The male groaned out his answer, his hips bucking into the mattress as he stimulated himself. If you were in a right mindset you would have helped him, but it was his fault for making you so crazed, so drunk on the pleasure he was giving you that you couldn’t think straight.

A loud shout slipped out of your mouth, your body tensing as you came. Ritsu slowed down his movements, resorting to tiny kitten licks against your cunt as he swiped up your delicious juices.

“Hah...” You eventually slowed your breath, mindlessly wrapping your arms around Ritsu as he came in for a hug, pressing chaste kisses against your neck with lips still moist from your sex. 

“Oh, Ritsu... did you even come yourself?” You mumbled, threading your fingers in his hair. “Hon...”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” He reassured you. “It was enough for me to watch you unfold-” He broke off, face going slack as you slightly pushed his chest away, then reaching downwards.

“You helped me,” You said, cupping his hard-on as the male stifled a whine. “So let me help you now.

[bubblyqueer000]

💎Mondo Owada x Insecure!Fem!Reader: You Loved Him Back💔

TW: Self harm, self hatred

"I... I really, really like you, Mondo!" you shout to him, balling your hands into fists and bowing your head, so you wouldn't have to look at him. That's how you told him your feelings, which at the time, you were certain he didn't reciprocate, yet to your surprise, hands hurriedly gripped your shoulders prompting your head to shoot up.

"W-What?! You're not fuckin' joking are ya?!" He yells, almost not noticing your terror. When he does though, Mondo scoffs and takes his hands off of you. "You... Sure you ain't kiddin'?" You shyly step back and shake your head, horrified. He blushed down at you as if trying to find the proper words to say. "I... fuckin' like you too, Y/N! I DIDN'T TELL YOU CAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO SCARE YA! CAUSE I ALWAYS YELL WHEN I'M FUCKIN' NERVOUS!" You jumped as he yelled, and began to shake. "S-Sorry... Y/N... Will you be my girlfriend?" You did your best to stop shaking, hesitated for a few more seconds, and then smiled.

*   *   *

You sat on your bed, eyes glued to the clock. Sadness and fear overwhelmed you, as the door to your dorm room just refused to open. Mondo should have come home from his workout with Chihiro hours ago, but instead, you were left all alone without him, for reasons that you didn't know. Your homework was finished and you checked it over about a thousand times, all of your friends were offline on your computer, and you had absolutely no idea when your boyfriend would come home.

Mondo had been away for hours, and not just on that day. Almost every day he was out with his gang or with his friends, Chihiro, Leon, and Taka, all of whom you were very close to but worried about Mondo whenever they were near. What if he decided that he could do better than you? That one of his friends was a better potential partner?

He was now more late than ever. You begin to give up hope. 'It's fine' you think 'What was I expecting? Why would someone like Mondo ever love someone like me? This was inevitable.' You lay on your bed, remembering the dark thoughts that only used to be at the back of your mind, making tears threaten to drip down your temples. After minutes of this, the door clicks open.

"Hi princess, sorry we worked out for longer than expected." Your head shot up and you frowned over at him.

"You should be you big jerk!" You cried, and gripped a pillow underneath you, which you threw at Mondo's face. He took the pillow to the face and caught it in his hands, looking down at it, and then back at you, who fell face-first into the mattress.

"Hey... Babe... What's the matter? You mad at me for somethin'?" He chuckled. Mondo walked over to you and stroked your hair. You shoot up again and stare at him, tears rolling down your face in beads. "P-Princess?"

"Why didn't you text me? D-id you not want to see me?" You sobbed.

"What?! Y/N!" He held you in a grasp tight enough to break bones, forgetting to be gentle and gripping your shoulders with his big hands. "Do you truly think I don't want to be with you? That I don't fuckin' love you?!" Mondo realized what he did, with a look at your scared expression and tears down your face, he released your shoulders, and instead pulled you onto his lap. "It's not like that. Please, believe me." All of those times you told him that you could never be upset with him were long gone. You felt an emotion that you never did with him. You were livid. You wanted to pull away from him, to scream at him, tell him every fear and anxiety rolling around in your head, but you just couldn't. "Please don't cry, angel. Just tell me what's wrong." You paused, not sure of whether you wanted to ask him the question that had been bothering you all night.

"W-what kept you? Really... Please- Please don't lie to me..." You spoke into his chest, caution pulsing through you as his eyes filled with panic. Automatically you begin to fear the worst.

"I'm so sorry, baby... I just was riding with my gang, I'm sorry I shouldn't have lied."

"Why... Why didn't you just tell me?" You whispered, voice completely broken. You pushed away and stood off of his legs. Mondo begrudgingly let you go and stood with you.

"I didn't want to worry you. I know how scared you get about me and my gang... I'm so sorry angel. Listen... We can just forget about this okay I'll be here all night I promise. I'll make it up to you-"

"No..." You began, your voice shaking uncontrollably. "I- I can't keep doing this... This- this is... Just... P- Please leave..."

"What..." His voice shook. Maybe worse than yours. The strong persona that he had before was now completely erased and replacing it was a voice that was perhaps more devastated than your own. "Y-Y/N... Please no... Please just give me another chance!"

"M-Mondo..."

"Please, babe just please let me make it up to you!"

"Stop..!"

"Please... Princess, please just listen...! I'll never-"

"Get out!" You shout one last time. "I just... Can't talk to you right now."

Mondo stared down at you, face full of dejection, but without another word, he walked out of your room.

Not a second after he left, your body collapsed onto the bed, as if lifeless. You didn't want to think that this might be the end. You didn't want this to be the end. But when he made you worry like that you couldn't take it. If you had to sit alone for one more night wondering if your boyfriend would ever come back to you, you didn't know what you would do. Above all else though, there were so many things that you couldn't tell your boyfriend, things that you didn't even want to think about yourself. One of them being... That you were horrified to piss off Mondo.

You were never quite aware of why you thought this way. Mondo never raised a hand to you, and despite his tendency to yell when upset, he consistently tried not to lash out at you. This wasn't a healthy thing to think, but Mondo wasn't just intimidating to you as he was to your schoolmates, he terrified you. As previously mentioned, your boyfriend never attempted to hurt you but a niggling voice in your mind told you that if you upset him enough, maybe one day, that would change.

You laid in bed for hours, looking for any excuse to get up. You wanted to go find Mondo, to cry while he held you, and tell him every thought on your mind, but deep down, you were sure that if you did, it would destroy him on the inside. It was no secret that it hurt him when people who he cared about feared him, so you didn't want to even consider how it would feel to know that you, the person he loved most, feared him most of all. For once in hours you spoke, the feeling of speaking, now almost foreign to you.

"... Mondo." You said it to no one, you just spoke his name between shaking breaths for some sort of comfort, but nothing was helping. You missed Mondo. You wanted Mondo. You needed Mondo.

'I'm not going to do it'  You thought to yourself. 'I won't do it'  the phrase repeated over and over in your head 'I won't' until it was all that you could hear 'he wouldn't want you to... to...' and your ears rang 'Do it'  there was no escape from the bad thoughts. 'Do it' They were out of your control.

Suddenly, a ringing sound filled your room. You look over your shoulder to see a phone upon the nightstand, vibrating on beat with your ring tone. Without a second thought, you picked it up. You hoped that it was who you expected, and you were ecstatic to be able to talk to him again. You were still upset, angry even, but still, you loved Mondo more than anything else in the world. You accept the call and...

"Hi, Y/N are you busy right now?" Chihiro's sweet voice could be heard from your phone. You did your best to keep the disappointed sigh you wanted to release ever so badly hidden in your throat.

"Oh... Hey, Chihiro I'm not busy but I'm not feeling good..."

"Is everything okay? Is there anything I can do to help?" His voice was filled with so much worry. Chihiro was an amazing friend, and it hurt you so much to lie to him, and though you wanted to talk to him very much, if this call continued, you didn't know if you could hide the truth from him.

"No, no it's alright. Please don't worry about me." Your voice shook no matter how hard you tried to keep it still.

"Alright. Please let me know if you need anything okay?" You hum into the phone, ready to say goodbye and go back to crying into your tear-covered pillowcase. "But wait! Does Mondo know? Is he taking care of you?" Your heart stopped. You didn't know what to say. How were you supposed to tell another lie without breaking down? Especially about Mondo? You wouldn't. You couldn't dream of lying again and not bursting into tears. Still though... You had to try.

"Y-Yeah... He's here with me... Everything's fine." You lied once more. There was a pause on the other end.

"... Y/N..." He knew. "... Are you really okay..." This time you stopped. You tried to think of the right words. How could you lie to him after all of this? The barrier you built up after all of this had fallen and you had no idea how to answer. So... In place of any sensible answer, you sobbed. Loudly.  No matter how hard you tried to, you couldn't stop the loud sounds of harsh intakes of breath and gasps for air that would never be enough to soothe you. "Y/N! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you! I just heard your voice and I thought that maybe-"

"I-It's... Okay... It... It's- Not your- fault... I- I j-just" Somehow between painful breaths, you found space to speak.

"Okay! Listen I'm coming over, alright? We can talk about everything then! Just don't go anywhere!" Without another word, you heard a click from the other end of the phone. It wasn't like Chihiro to be so forceful about coming over, but regardless you appreciated it.

Time stood still as you waited for Chihiro to come to your bedroom, and your intrusive thoughts weren't helping. Every bit of doubt in your mind was hitting you all at once. Just hours before when Mondo wasn't around, the room felt so big with nobody else there, but now it was like the walls were caving in. You tried to fight them back with everything you had, but nothing was working. You were happy to have a friend to confide in but it wasn't enough to make you feel okay. Nothing could do that. Except for Mondo.

You lay in bed gripping at your shoulders like you were holding on for dear life. It was the only way that you could seem to feel safe anymore, but still, the thoughts just kept on coming. Coming and threatening your wellbeing. The tight hold upon your shoulders became increasingly tighter. It was nothing compared to the kind and reassuring touch of your partner that you were trying to replicate. But how could you recreate that loving feeling... When your nails start digging into your arms, forcefully enough to pierce skin. This was the other secret that you could never tell Mondo. You were hurting yourself all the time. Your other secret was bad enough, but if he knew this, what if it was enough to push him over the edge... What if he did something to you that you could never recover from?

Just like when Mondo entered, the door clicked open, and even if you knew exactly who it was, you secretly hoped it was your boyfriend.

"Y/N! I'm here! Please, tell me everything!" Chihiro's voice rang off the walls, making you rip your hands away on cue and pull your sleeves down. You didn't look, even when Chihiro sat there next to you. "... Please I'm right here. You know you can tell me anything right...?" He placed a hand onto your clothed arm. It would have been a nice gesture, but considering the light sting of the broken skin, worsened by the fabric pressed against it, you couldn't help but recoil. Even so, you had to hold back a pained reaction in order to hide your secret.

"It- It's... M...Mondo... Mondo and I..." You shudder. Chihiro doesn't say anything, he just sits there and waits for you to talk. "I... Ruined everything..."

"What?! Are you two going to-"

"I..." You falter. "Don't know."

"So... What are you going to do?"

"I don't know."

"Well do you still want to be with him?" After all that time, you look up to meet Chihiro, your eyes puffy and your face wet with tears. Pathetically, you nod and Chihiro smiles. "Then you need to talk to him!" Aimlessly, you stare at him, until your head drops to the ground.

"I can't..."

"Of course you-"

"No I can't!" You say, making Chihiro stop in his tracks. "... Sorry, I yelled..."

"No, no I-I'm sorry, I need to try to be more empathetic. I'm sure this is way more complicated than I'm making it out to be. Can you tell me anything about what's going on?" Chihiro asked as he gripped your shoulder.

"Well... Mondo kept on lying to me and told me that he was working out with you when actually he was with his gang. He told me that it was so that I didn't worry so much but I can't help but think he's lying." You said this all in one breath, worried that if you let out another, you wouldn't be able to keep the sobs from coming out with it. Chihiro's eyes narrowed.

"Y/N... Are you sure you're telling me everything?"

Just as pathetically as the first time you nodded your head again, this time though, you grabbed a pillow and snuggled into it, wishing it was Mondo as you started to tear up again, which your friend frowned at. "Okay, well... You didn't exactly do anything wrong. It wasn't very nice of him to lie to you like that. You're right to be upset, but, Y/N if you don't want this to be over, you're going to need to talk to him about your feelings." Hearing this made you visibly shudder. Chihiro noticed of this and stopped before speaking, "I know it's scary... Mondo hates talking about his feelings and you hate confrontation but... I promise that I know how it feels. I hate being confrontational too but after everything that Mondo did to help me, it's easier. He's a great man... and... Y/N... He loves you."

You were only half listening, still trying to find your way out of that dark space, but that's when you heard those words. The words that rang in your head. You didn't believe the majority of the things that Mondo said about you. Because he said that you were beautiful... You were nice... Smart... Perfect... So, so perfect... But you never believed him. The only thing that you knew, was that Mondo loved you, more than anything. Once in a while (Everyday), your boyfriend would find some way to compliment you, but it was always simple and... Every time that Mondo said that he loved you, it was more memorable than the last. So hearing that you were filled with determination.

You picked up your phone,

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait... YOU'RE DOING THIS NOW?!" Chihiro shouts.

You quickly unlocked it and went to the home screen,

"Yes!" You respond quickly.

"But... We haven't had time to talk about this!"

And scrolled through the contacts list, where you found his name... And tapped it.

"I don't care." There was a fire in your voice. "I love him, and I'm telling him that tonight no matter what."

Chihiro stopped. He was rightfully horrified but even so, this wasn't his fight.

"... You can do this Y/N. Just... Tell him how you feel."

* * *

A knock that you desperately wanted to hear harshly wrapped at your door, at long, long last. You shoot up and run across your room, not worrying about stumbling or falling, the only thing on your mind was the man on the other side of that door. The man who you loved more than anything else in the world. Once you reached the entrance though, your pace changed. You faltered, not aware of whether you should open up and let him in or wait another moment so as to not have to tell him everything on your mind. That decision though was made up for you when your lover spoke.

"Y/N... I know you're there..." You gasp at his voice like you weren't expecting it, and maybe... You weren't. Your cheeks were already stained, but still, new tears began to bubble in your eyes, threatening to spill out. You were almost certain that you could keep them in until Mondo spoke again. "Can I please come in, baby girl?" That did it. All at once, it all spilled down your face and you swung the door open.

You wasted no time jumping into his arms, and pressing your face into his jacket, both to get closer to him and to stifle your sobs, but to no avail. "Princess..." You could hear the sadness and the smile in his voice. Mondo was quick to pick you up and close the door behind him, while he simultaneously hugged you to his chest, tightly, yet still in a gentle way that soothed you. Your boyfriend then sat down on the bed, where you buried your faces in the crook of each other's necks and rubbed circles on each other's backs.

"I'm sorry..." You cried after a few minutes of silence.

"Don't be, beautiful, you didn't do anything, it was all me. I shouldn't have fuckin' lied like that. I'm so sorry."

"N-No... I should have been more understanding. You just didn't want me to worry. You had good intentions. I just don't want you to feel like you have to lie to me to do what you want. I shouldn't have made you feel like you needed to." You kissed his cheek.

"Y/N... What did I ever do to deserve you?" Mondo pulled away, but only for a moment to meet the gaze of your stunning E/C eyes. You were fully content doing this. Starring into your lover's pools of amethyst while he held your waist like you would be ripped away the moment he would let go. But you needed to tell him. It wouldn't be fair for him to always be truthful to you if you were keeping secrets from him.

"W-Wait..." You spoke suddenly, making Mondo jump. You felt bad for making him feel that way, it must have been bad enough for him to worry about you the first time, but now, for him to make him second guess if you wanted to be with him. It just didn't sit right with you. "There's something else... Something I needed to tell you." He watched as tears refilled your eyes and was quick to wipe them away, kissing you lightly on your puffy eyes. Your boyfriend eased again, it was clear that he was trying to center himself, pulling you close to do so after your face and eyes were dry.

"Shh, shh, you can tell me anything, doll. Please don't cry." You did your best to keep your feelings hidden under your eyelids. "Please just tell me." It was just like the time before. The two of you were on the bed. Mondo was holding you, and even though you wanted to savor every moment in his arms, you needed to pull away. As your hand reaches for your left sleeve, you couldn't keep it from trembling. Seconds pass, and you stop.

"I'm sorry this is just so... So..." Mondo looks at you, with fear in his eyes.

"Hey, you don't have to apologize. Baby girl, you don't gotta tell me anything you don't want-" Mondo said. You looked down right as he was just finishing his sentence and briskly pulled up your sleeves, cutting him off before he could think of what he wanted to say, and just as soon as you had, your boyfriend's eyes shot open. You shook in his arms, completely horrified at how he might react. Seconds passed but neither of you said anything. At last, you collapse back into Mondo's arms, only then realizing just how much he was shaking. You couldn't tell what emotion was causing this specifically. Could it have been sadness? Or perhaps anger?

"I-I'm so- sorry." Your voice shook worse than all of the times before. "I- I did-didn't want- t-to I just c-couldn't control it... It was the only way that I felt like I could control anything!"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was- s-cared that you wouldn't love- love me anymore- if- if you... Found out... Please don't be mad at me... I-I'll try h-harder to stop! Please just don't-"

"No... Stop it..." He was still shaking. Mondo started to grip you even tighter. You try to pull away but this time he wouldn't let go.

"P-Please I'm... I-"

"Is that really what you were afraid of?" He paused, filling you with so much fear. "Y/N... Are you scared of me?" You gasp. This was it. One wrong word and he was going to do something. You just knew it. What he would do was beyond your imagination but the anticipation left you broken, and every second that passed you felt more and more terror. It felt so weak, but like all of the times before, you just couldn't lie.

"I'm so sorry, Mondo... I don't want to be scared but... You're just... intimidating and when you get angry I can't help but think that maybe it's all my fault... I'm so awful. I was scared that when you realized that you would hate me and- and-" His grip loosens. This was it. He was letting go... He didn't love you anymore. "I'm sorry."

It was over.

...

"... How could I hate you?" You jump once you could hear his voice again. "I know I'm intimidating... and that I don't like talkin' about my fuckin' feelings but... I don't want to be like that with you."

"Mondo I-"

"It's my turn to speak now Y/N." He interrupted. You open your mouth to speak again but stopped yourself, needing to know what he had to say. "I don't want to be a goddamn brick wall with you like I am with everybody else. That's the way my big bro would have wanted it... I'm sorry Y/N... Really. I- I want to be honest with you... I don't care if I'm scared to... But I don't want you to be." He sobbed. It was the first time you ever saw Mondo cry. A cry of genuine despair.

It was then that you realized that you weren't the only one who felt stuck. You felt stuck because you hurt yourself. Because you were terrified of a man who you loved, but Mondo... He just wanted to be himself. He wanted to feel however he wanted, whether that be anger, sadness, or anything in between, and ride his motorcycle and do anything and everything he felt. More than anything though, Mondo wanted to be with you. And for so long... He felt like he just couldn't.

"I'm so sorry, sweety." You cried. "What you do isn't my decision. I just don't want you to get hurt and... No! This is more than just about your gang. Mondo, I just want you to be honest with me. I'm sorry..." You both paused. He stopped, thinking over what you had said, and smiled through his tears.

"No more secrets. Okay, angel?" He said to you while smiling between sobs.

"O-Of course." You said calmly. There was a moment of silence, and you held out your pinky finger. He laughed, as he tried to soothe his cries and intertwined his pinky with yours. "No more secrets ever again." You whispered to him.

"... I'm sorry baby girl, I'm so sorry for makin' you feel like you couldn't talk to me." He said, pressing his forehead into yours.

"You don't need to be sorry..."

"I should be... And I am..." You almost silently laugh.

"This is so silly." You giggled, your eyes glimmering. "Just apologizing like this over and over again is so dumb." Mondo chuckled.

"Maybe that's just cause I'm fuckin' dumb."

"Hehe, then I guess we're both dumb." You pressed your forehead into his again. "We can be dumb together." He smiled and kissed your lips gently. You return the kiss, shyly at first but then you start growing more comfortable as it continued. You slowly crept your hands up to Mondo's hair, quickly tangling your fingers into his perfect black hair that sat around his pompadour. Originally, Mondo's hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to him, but as the kiss became more thirsty, his hands started to wander until they landed upon your arms.

"Ah-" You jumped in pain, pulling away upon feeling many sharp pains across your arms.

"Oh shit!" He immediately let you go. "Sorry sweetheart!" You sucked in a breath through your teeth.

"It's fine-It's not so bad... I'm not going to do it anymore so soon we won't have to worry about it at all." You looked up with him, a smile spreading across your face. Mondo grins.

"Good. I'm so proud of you." Mondo kissed you one last time and then stopped, pulling away completely, and just stared at you for a minute.

"What?" You asked sweetly.

"Oh, nothing it's just... How long have you been doing it for?"

"Doing what?" You asked him, to which he sighed and glanced at your arms. "Oh... I don't know... Before we got together I guess. It just helped me to feel in control of everything I was feeling." You look down. Mondo took notice of this and kissed your forehead.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of. So many people have been where you are. You're not alone. I know how it feels to be weak and you're far from it, angel." Mondo spoke to you and you sighed.

"You're not weak either." You grumbled. He laughed. "What? You aren't you dummy!"

"Yeah right."

"Everyone always talks about how strong you are." He exhales. "Say it!" You said into his chest. He smirked.

"What?"

"How strong you are!"

"Only if you say that you're beautiful." He teased. You grunted and pushed him down playfully. "Eh?! Hey!" He laughed. You fell forward so that you were laying your head to Mondo's chest. "Alright! Alright! I know I'm strong I was just teasin' you!" You giggled again, loving the feeling of him running his fingers through your hair. You both sat there, loving each other's company until again you broke the silence.

"What about you?"

"Hm?" Mondo asked, looking down at you.

"How long have you known." You asked him. He stopped and thought.

"Well, I had no idea about you hurting yourself if that's what you're askin'. If I did I would have tried harder to help you, and I didn't know how to ask if I was scaring you but it was always somethin' I was worried about."

"How long have you suspected it for?"

"A while. I felt real fuckin' bad about it."

"Why didn't you say anything?" You smiled.

"I guess I just didn't have the fuckin' balls to... I figured it was all in my head."

"So... You aren't mad at me..." You turned your head up from his chest to look at him. Mondo frowned and sat up, pulling you up as well.

"Y/N..." He stopped once more, to which you bit your lip. He gazed back up and laughed. "Ah fuck it I don't care if this sounds stupid anymore. Y/N you are the most beautiful, nicest, smartest, most perfect girl in the whole damn world. I would never try to hurt someone like you on purpose. I- I don't think I could ever fuckin' forgive myself if I hurt you, angel. And, no, I'm not mad about what you're doing to yourself... I'm just so, so scared. This whole damn time I've been so scared. Scared to lose you, because of my dumbass mistakes... I was even too fucking scared to tell you all of this and now look where that got me. The most amazing girl in the world is afraid of me and hurting herself because I made her think that I don't love her as much as I do. I fucked up. I fucked up really bad, and for that, I don't deserve a girl like you... But please, please stay with me. All I want is to be with you. To hold you... And protect you... And love you forever. I'm going to try so hard to help you through this. That's my promise to you as a man. I love you so much, princess."

You were stunned. It was like every part of your body moved in slow motion while your heart pounded faster and faster. With every word that he spoke, it became clearer that everything that he told you from the beginning was the truth. Just as devoted as he was to loving you, he was truly devoted to the idea that you were stunning, kind, smart, and perfect in every single way.  Mondo, a guy who you were in love with for so long was now right in front of you, looking at you like you were the only girl in the world, and speaking to with the love and affection that you had always wanted from someone. No, not just someone. From Mondo.

You do everything to keep yourself from crying, but no matter what you did the tears just wouldn't stop forming in your eyes.

"I-I love you too." You press yourself into his chest and hug your boyfriend tightly, sobbing out of pure joy.

"Shh. It's okay now, baby girl, I'm here now, you're safe with me."

So there the two of you stayed. Mondo held you close, even when you both moved to lay down. He still held you. Protected you. Loved you. Just as he had promised. Something always seemed to ruin this perfect moment. Hours ago you pulled away to tell him how mad you were. Moments ago, you pulled away to show him the tattered skin under your sleeves. Other times it was to keep him from finding out. To get away, when you feared being close to him. At times it was to just go about your day... But not this time.

Now you couldn't feel any other emotion than the overwhelming bliss coming from your heart and filling your whole body. Now there was nothing else to show him. Now there was nothing to keep from him. Now you had nothing to fear. Now there was nothing you would rather be doing than be with him. All you wanted was Mondo. Nothing else mattered because he loved you.

And you loved him back.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Big Trauma Can Come In Small Packages (Xavier Plympton x reader)

Description: when a package arrives for you in the mail, you're reminded of someone from your past who you'd rather forget

A/N: this is actually based on a personal experience that happened to me a little bit ago, so I decided to write a comfort fic for myself with my baby Xavier to help me cope lmao. Enjoy <3

Warnings: insinuations of childhood trauma, mentions of daddy issues/toxic parenting, hurt/comfort, swearing

You always loved getting packages in the mail. Even if you already knew what they were because you ordered them yourself, it still felt nice to get a gift every once in a while.

That's why when you got a message on your phone saying there was a package waiting for you at the post office and all you had to do was pick it up, you were ecstatic. You were curious to see who it was from, since you didn't remember ordering anything offline recently.

You texted your boyfriend Xavier and asked him to pick it up on his way home from the aerobics studio, to which he replied with a thumbs up and kissy face emoji. A couple of hours later he arrived at your shared apartment with the box in hand.

"Ooh, I wonder what's inside," you said enthusiastically as you carefully shook it, trying to guess what was in it.

"I dunno babe, I'm just as confused as you are," he said as he propped himself up against a pillow on the couch.

"Who could this possibly be from?" You questioned as you quickly ripped open the package to find a small jewelry box inside. Carefully opening the lid, you saw a heart shaped necklace with the words engraved daddy loves you on it inside.

"Maybe you have a secret admirer. Who else would be sending you jewelry?" He joked as you quickly snapped the lid shut before grabbing the box it came in.

"I thought this address looked familiar, this is from my parents place," you muttered to yourself as you examined the return address.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"No, no it's not." You threw the jewelry box across the room before bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. Burying your head in your hands, you tried to silence the choked sobs you could feel trying to escape your throat.

"Babe?" Xavier hesitantly asked as he slowly got up from the couch and walked over to you. "Are you okay?"

You shook your head no as tears started to roll down your cheeks. He crouched down beside you on the floor and gently set his hand on your shoulder.

"Hey," he spoke softly, trying not to make you anymore upset than you already were. "What's wrong?"

"It's my stupid fucking dad," you spat as you tried to control your rage. "He thinks that by sending me some stupid fucking necklace it'll make up for all the years of neglect and abuse. Fucking asshole."

You balled your hands up into a fist as you imagined hurting him physically the way he'd hurt you mentally and emotionally. It wouldn't change anything, but it sure would feel nice.

Xavier wasn't sure what to do as he wasn't used to you acting like this. You were normally the one comforting him whenever he was reminded of his past trauma, not the other way around.

He didn't have much experience with taking charge, but he knew he would have to try in order to get you to calm you down. Besides, him seeing you this upset over something so small that reminded you of your past absolutely broke his heart.

"Hey now," he tried comforting you as he wiped the tears from your face. "Just try to forget about him, okay? I know it won't be easy, and that I'm probably asking a lot, but you don't need him anymore. You got out. You're no longer trapped in your childhood home, dependent on him to take care of you. You're free."

You sniffed as you looked up at him. "You know what, you're right. I don't need him anymore. He means nothing to me, and even if he does want to makes amends now why should I care? He ruined that chance when he destroyed my trust and broke my heart."

He wrapped his arms around you as he let you get out all of your bottled up emotions. You were glad he was there for you, not to pass judgment or butt in with his own opinion but to simply listen.

After you had calmed yourself back down he led you over to the couch and wrapped you up in a blanket before handing you the remote.

"Here, choose something for us to watch while I order some takeout." He gave you a kiss on the forehead before pulling out his phone and dialing the takeout place's number.

You put on some cheesy reality show and snuggled deep into the couch as you took a deep breath. You couldn't change what happened in the past, but you knew that together you and Xavier could work on building a bright future.

~

Taglist: @langdonsoutpost @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @taecube @blkroyalty1 @corn3liiia

[yunaboveclouds]

Can you like Yoru x reader, where the reader has a lot of social media friends, they thought that they were becoming friends. But then she/he got blocked by all of them for no reason. This was based on real facts that happened to me 😔. Your headcanons make me feel better... I still having depression here

I’m sorry you’re going through rough times, I hope it gets better for you. I’ll try my best to write this for you ☺️ I hope head canon format will suffice.

Yoru x Reader

- You got quite lonely, ever since the Protocol was revealed to you, you weren’t allowed to have real life friends

- Brimstone allowed you to have online friends though (best dad) as long as you don’t reveal anything about the Protocol and your location

- You managed to make a lot of online friends, always talking to them, sometimes bragging about your amazing boyfriend, Yoru

- Yoru is happy to see that there are people to keep you company while he was away

- He’s away quite often because of missions

- If he catches you talking about him to them then he’ll be embarrassed

- “Psh… am I- really that amazing to you?”

- Despite how cocky he can be, he can get insecure sometimes

- One morning Yoru heads out on a mission and let’s you know

- You bid him farewell and go to take a nap

- When you wake up, you quickly check your phone, only to see no messages, which is strange because your friends normally spam your phone all the time

- Like— there’s normally 23 messages every hour you’re offline

- You open your messaging app only to see nothing. No group chat, no friends, nothing

- Looking through it more, you find out that they all blocked you. All of your friends blocked you

- You swallow a hard pill and let it sink in. You struggled to breathe as the room began to spin

- You spent most of the day crying in your room, the rest of the agents were too busy to check on you

- Yoru’s mission was actually pretty short today. He as able to return home to you

- He notices you’re not in the lounge and assumes you’re in your room, he begins to knock until he hears your sobs

- He rushes into your room and engulfs you into a hug, something he rarely does

- “What did I do wrong? What happened? Why did they block me?” You’d ask him while shaking under your bedsheets

- He pats your head gently and pulls you closer, “I don’t know. They made a mistake. You’ll make more friends, they don’t deserve you.”

- He’d give you kisses all you want, despite him being a fat tsundere, he’ll give you the physical affection you want when you need it

[jodfics]

Small Comfort

Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Timeline: Current (TFATWS)

Rating: SFW

Prompt: Reader is getting stressed with life and Uni, Bucky offers some comfort.

A/N: Especially for @mypalbuck​

MasterList

Nothing was going right this week – not a single damned thing was in her favour. Her Uni work was piling up, the lectures were all blurring into one, and Y/N missed learning offline. At first, it hadn't been so bad; everyone had been enjoying lounging around at home. The comforts far outweighing the disruption of not having a University to go to.

Though, it wouldn't be too long before they managed to rebuild it. These were the risks of living in a society with enhanced humans.

Despite trying to make a space to work more productively and move the distractions out of the way, Y/N felt like she was falling behind and then there was life outside of learning. Her connection to the internet was terrible; she'd lost a seven-page essay because of a power cut. And her own inability to press the save icon occasionally. Not to mention all the people she wanted to feed to the damn dog next door that would not stop barking each time she tried to sleep.

Y/N couldn't remember the last whole night of sleep she had had. If it wasn't the barking, then it was her own thoughts disrupting her sleep. What if she failed her course? Her thoughts and feelings were haunting her throughout the night and meant she was more exhausted than the day before. She'd lost count of how many times she'd snapped at friends checking in or simply turned her phone to silent.

It wasn't until a particularly blunt text that she realised just how mean she was becoming whilst being crushed with the stress she was under. Y/N had felt her throat constrict, and the blurred phone screen in front of her became difficult to see; putting it down, she grabbed her laptop again and tried to fight off the tears threatening to spill.

When, finally, Y/N took a break, she called her friend to try and distract herself from the tight, uncomfortable coil building up in her stomach. She knew she was going to make herself ill sooner or later with her worrying. They didn't pick up... of course, they didn't. They had a life to live and their lives together.

She would just try to call her boyfriend instead. He was supposed to be back from whatever he was doing in Europe by now.

No answer. It wasn't such a big deal.

It was just a stupid class, and a stupid dog, and her stupid friends, and her stupid boyfriend and her own stupid head. Things were not that bad, but Y/N found herself hugging her pillow as she cried into it.

The sound of the doorbell and a knock on the door interrupted Y/N mid sob - could she not even cry in peace?! With a frustrated groan, she crawled out of bed, through her lounge and finally to the door, not checking who it was before she opened it. slate blue eyes met hers, and before she could even stop herself, Y/N pushed herself bodily into Bucky's chest, crying loudly. "Y/N? It's okay... I'm sorry," his arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and apologised for not answering the phone less than fifteen minutes before.

Picking up the bag he'd dropped, Bucky walked her backwards toward the sofa. Once there, he sat down and coaxed her to straddle his lap so that he could keep her close. His fingers stroked over her head, and he murmured sweet nothings against her ear until she calmed a little. He had known something was wrong by the way her text messages read. When he was out on an 'errand' with Sam, she would give him updates and check in on him; sometimes, she would send cute pictures or photos of food she knew he liked. The recent messages had been short and blunt. No images, no teasing him, no update on the magpie drama on her street.

He had been the one texting her more often, and as soon as his plane had hit the tarmac, Bucky headed straight for her place. Stopping for a few of her favourite snacks first. Y/N began to feel better with his warmth making its way into her limbs; the weight of his arms and the gentle way his fingers touched her made it easier to breathe. Bucky's scent was always calming to her.

Warm and familiar, and safe.

Though she could pick up the faint trace of gunsmoke, and as she loosened her hold of his jacket, she felt a few snags and holes in the leather.

He had come to her straight from his mission.

He hadn't taken the time to go home, shower or change or even rest - the thoughts of him sacrificing his comforts to come to Y/N made her crying start back up. "Oh, Honey." He cooed softly, "I don't like hearing my best girl cry." Bucky pressed more kisses into her skin before settling her on the sofa. At her, almost whine, the man smiled back at her, "I'm just going to the kitchen for a quick minute." Bucky grabbed her preferred mug and started making her favourite drink. She needed some love and attention; Bucky was happy to provide. He hated seeing Y/N so fragile, especially when he knew she wasn't and wasn't used to seeing her so upset. Bucky liked her best when she was smiling and sending so many texts that Sam threatened to take his phone from him.

He didn't like seeing her puffy eyes or her wet cheeks or the way she had chewed her lips raw. Has she been this stressed before he had left two weeks before? Had he missed it? This wasn't something that simply happened overnight, and whether he missed it or not, he planned to make it better for her.

Maybe he could talk to her lecturer in a 'friendly' meeting - in a dark alley?

When Y/N was ready, Bucky would listen to her, even the things she thought were mundane or silly. For now, he was content to make her drink and pour the bag of goodies he had brought her onto her lap. "How about a nice, long bath?" Bucky suggested as he wiped at her face with vibranium fingers, opening his hand when Y/N wanted to nuzzled into his palm. "I'll even wash your back for you and feed you snacks."

Pulling her knees up, Y/N gave a slight nod, "Only if you take a shower and get in with me."

Bucky almost snorted, "I'm not going to fit, doll." At her pout, he sighed and gave a slight tilt of his head, "Alright." With a final kiss to her forehead, the man headed toward the bathroom, though he stopped in the bedroom to collect her favourite lounging clothes and his own spare set. By the time her drink was finished, Bucky was sauntering towards her in nothing but a towel.

He didn't miss the way she looked at him and gave her a lopsided grin, "Come on, you can gawk later." Taking Y/N's hands and kissing the backs of her knuckles, Bucky pulled her up and toward the bathroom. He had left her long enough to put fresh bedding on the bed and throw her towel into the dryer to get warm.

She felt like she didn't deserve him. That she didn't deserve that he had heated the towel or made the bed, that he had lit one of her favourite candles and ushered her to bed after her shower. Bucky piled up the pillows and got in first, making himself comfortable in preparation for a long cuddling session, and let her curl into him as she pleased.

"How did you know I needed you?" Y/N murmured into his shoulder as her eyes, finally, began to feel heavy as sleep edged its way in.

"I just knew," he kissed the back of her hand as he held it close, "My protective instincts kicked in, and I just knew my girl was needed me." Bucky wasn't the best at singing, but he could carry a tune whilst humming; the vibration and soft melody soon lulled Y/N to a well-deserved rest. When her breathing evened out, and she became a pleasant weight on his chest, Bucky smiled down at her and sighed, "I just knew."

[darkmulti]

Can u make a hc that involves anything with the TAECOCK please/ dom taehyung / taehyung has me in pain -🤣

-> sorry for any mistakes

-> angry sex with Yandere!Taehyung

⚠️: Degradation, daddy kink, spanking, squirting, overstimulation, breath play, somnophilia kink, dacryphilia kink, saliva kink,

It was the weekend

Taehyung always wanted you to stay home and wait for him until he comes back from work

But you were tired of waiting for him

You felt yourself falling out of love with your possessive and lowkey psychotic boyfriend

So you went out with your friends for the first time in a while

You didn’t inform Taehyung about it though

If you did, he would yell at you over the phone and tell you that you’re not going

If you talk back to him, he comes home and punishes you

So it was better not to tell him

You took your phone just in case but kept it off so he wouldn’t get your location

Your friend picked you up and took you to the packed party

You danced with your friends, socialized with others, did two shots and enjoyed the rest of the night

Taehyung arrived to an empty house

“Princess? Where are you?!”

He started running around the house like a mad man, looking all over for you

“Y/N, this is not funny!”

He whipped out his phone and checked your phone location

Offline

‘Shit!’ He thought to himself

Taehyung ran into the security room and checked over the cameras

He saw you leave with one of your friends and he was furious

Taehyung thought you were in danger

After making some phone calls to track the car down, his men found the car outside a house

Taehyung didn’t waste anymore time

He grabbed his keys and raced to the location

You were talking to your friends when you saw Taehyung enter in the house with an angry look on his face

You guys made eye contact for five seconds then you started to run into the crowd

You totally lost track of time

You thought that you would go to the party for a little while then come back home before he does

You were totally fucked now

Taehyung followed behind but he eventually lost you

A couple of girls stopped him and started dancing against him but he shoved them away and started looking all over the house for you

You made your way to the back door and thought that you could finally escape

When you opened the door, you see Taehyung’s men surrounding the house

Now you were really fucked

You stared at the guards until you felt someone’s arms wrap around your waist

“You’ve been so fucking bad, babygirl. Daddy’s going to have to punish you.”

Taehyung’s deep voice sent shivers down your spine

He pulled you to his car and drove home

The moment you guys got inside, he pinned you against the door and kissed you harshly

“Fucking slut! So you’re gonna leave without telling daddy. Am I not enough for your slutty cunt? Mmh?”

You decided to give in

The alcohol was really kicking in and maybe he’ll take it a little easy on you

“Please daddy, you’re more than enough. Please punish me, daddy.”

Taehyung picked you up and took you to your shared bedroom

He gave you a couple of spanks with his belt before ramming your dry pussy

“This is what you wanted? You want me to pound your dry fucking pussy? Do I not make you wet, babygirl. Does daddy not turn you on?”

You let out a hiss and eventually started crying because he didn’t let you adjust to his dry cock

Taehyung was more turned on by your tears

It encouraged him to go harder and faster

“Daddy! Please I do love you! You make me so wet.”

You said, thinking that he’ll slow down since you said that you love him

But he did not

He spread your legs wide open then pinned them down so they wouldn’t move when he’s viciously thrusting into you

You held onto the bedsheets and tried to enjoy it

The first round was painful

No lub and no adjusting

You felt like you were being punched in the stomach over and over

Round two was probably the best round

Since you both came, there was some lub

You adjusted to his cock by then

Now you were moaning and feeling good

“Daddy, you’re so good.”

Taehyung leaned down and marked your neck

“If you leave without my permission next time, I’ll fuck you in front of everybody, understand?”

“Y-yes daddy. U-understand.”

You were insanely needy for him

Begging him to thrust deeper in you

Round three was also very good

You were close to your high

You kept clenching around Taehyung, making him throw his head back and thrust harder into you

He knew exactly what would happen this round

“You’re gonna squirt for me, babygirl? Such a needy slut for daddy”

The tip of Taehyung’s finger touched your clit for one second, but it was enough for you to go over the edge and release around him

“Ouchie, daddy. Ah!”

Round four

Y’all, Taehyung went sicko mode

You were still sensitive since you just squirted around him

You wanted to ride out your high but instead he pinned you down and started slamming in violently, making you sob under him

“Daddy, I can’t do it! Too much.”

The overstimulation was getting to you

Your clit was throbbing and your pussy was bruising

“What’s wrong slut? Can’t take it? Can’t take daddy anymore?!”

You nodded your head ‘no’ making Taehyung smirk

“This is what you get for leaving the house without my permission! You broke my fucking rule, I’m just doing my job and punishing you.”

He covered your mouth and plugged your nose

You started to cry really hard against his hand

Your face started to heat up and Taehyung let go of your nose but continued to thrust

You were breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath

Your body had given up and eventually you passed out under him

Taehyung continued playing with your unconscious body until you woke up

A couple of hours later, your eyes open and he’s still on top of you, going strong

Your core was throbbing and in extreme pain

You tried to talk but nothing came out

Taehyung spat into your mouth then kissed you

“You’re mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!”

Which every word, a harsh thrust followed

He came inside you once again and you squirted around him for the second time

You completely knocked out after this

You didn’t wake up until it was one in the afternoon

Taehyung covered your sweaty face in kisses then fell into a deep sleep on top of you

His cock still deep inside you