#but i could try agnst

[mememan93]

thought of an idea for a fic while drawing:

How long until a story between friends becomes a legend?

Fi is a still able to hear and see everything in the sword. she can kinda help, like in the end of most games when the sword starts glowing before you beat ganon, but she can't communicate.

One day, she hears a link taking to a zelda about past heroes and things. the story of the hero of the sky comes up, and zelda mentions that his journey drove him crazy, because he started rambling about a voice inside the sword.

Fi is as heartbroken as she can be. the only mention of her and it's used to discredit her friend, her only friend.

Fi always watches the final battle with ganondorf anxiously, hoping to see Ghirahim's sword, to know she isn't alone. but never. She hears zelda talking about the legend of demises sword, but never mentioning ghirahim. Fi knew ghirahim. she was talking to him just eons ago. that wasn't too long ago for her. why is she the only one who remembers?

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Chris had been filming all day with Matt and Nick, and the constant pressure to get everything perfect was wearing him down. His frustration simmered, barely held in check, until it felt like a weight pressing on his chest. When Y/N, sensing his stress, clung to him for comfort, Chris snapped. He couldn’t help but lash out, his words sharp and unkind.

⭑.ᐟ : AGNST, cursing, happy ending

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🪄⊰˚ : 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ����𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, exhaustion evident in every line of his body. I was already in the living room when he entered, and I immediately noticed the tension radiating off of him. Without a word, Chris stalked straight towards the couch, dropping onto it with an air of weary resignation. The muscles in his shoulders were visibly taunt, his jaw clenched tight.

I moved silently to the side of the couch, watching him curiously. He had been filming with Matt and Nick all day long, and I knew that the constant pressure to perform perfectly had been taking its toll on him. Chris fidgeted restlessly, unable to find a comfortable position. His eyes were dull and distant, his mind clearly elsewhere.

I couldn't stand to see him like this, so I carefully perched next to him on the couch. At my movement, he glanced in my direction, his expression guarded. I tentatively placed a comforting hand on his arm, hoping to offer some small measure of solace.

I gingerly slid my arms around him, trying to pull him into a hug. Before I could even speak, he bristled, pushing me away with a harshness that stung. “Can you give me some goddamn space?!” he snapped, his voice crackling with barely contained frustration.

Chris surged to his feet, his movements jerky and agitated. He practically wrenched himself away from me, putting a few paces between us. “God, Y/N, you're so fucking clingy!” he hissed, raking a hand through his hair in frustration. “Just give me a fucking minute to breathe!”

I stumbled back, shocked and hurt by his words. Chris had never acted like this before, even when he was stressed out. “What the hell is your problem?” I countered, my voice rising.

Chris let out a ragged sigh, running a hand over his face. “You’re my problem, bro,” he grumbled, his voice tense. “I can't breathe for a god damn minute before you're, like, clinging onto me.”

I retorted, my voice tinged with hurt and defensiveness. “I was just trying to comfort you!” I exclaimed, my words tumbling out in a rush. “I saw how stressed you looked when you walked up the stairs, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay!”

Chris threw up his hands in frustration. “Well, if you saw that I looked stressed, then you should know I'm not okay!” he shot back, his voice rising with irritation. The muscles in his jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth, bristling under the weight of his frustration.

Chris clenched his fists, his patience fraying as he snapped back. “God, you're so fucking annoying, Y/N!” he bit out, his voice taut with irritation. He raked a hand through his hair again, the movements jerky and agitated. It was clear that he was reaching the breaking point, his usual calm demeanor cracking under the strain of his frustration and stress.

I recoiled, stung by his words. It wasn't like Chris to be so cruel, and I struggled to process his sudden shift in demeanor. “I'm trying to help,” I protested, my voice small and hurt. “You don't have to treat me like an inconvenience just because you're stressed.”

Chris rolled his eyes and turned away, striding down the stairs to his room without a backward glance. I huffed in irritation, chasing after him, determined to not let him brush off the argument so easily. “Don't roll your eyes at me, Chris!” I snapped, my voice rising as I followed him to his room. “You started this argument, not me!”

Chris retorted, his voice growing heated as we entered his room. “It wouldn't have started if you had just given me some space!” He stormed across the room to his bed, flopping down onto the mattress with a frustrated huff.

Chris pinched the bridge of his nose, his frustration mounting. “Well, you didn't have to be so clingy and annoying!” he shot back, his words sharp. “You could've given me space without having to be up in my face all the time! You're always hovering, always there, and it's suffocating!”

Chris continued, his voice strained with irritation. “You always treat me like a damn baby! It's so annoying, constantly fussing over me and trying to pamper me. I'm not some fragile doll, goddamnit! I can handle my own problems without you always being there, smothering me!”

I stood my ground, my own irritation bubbling up to match his. “I just want to help you!” I protested, my voice rising in pitch. “I care about you, Chris! And it's not pampering, it's just how I show that I care!”

Chris lunged to his feet, his irritation flaring into outright anger. “I don't need your fucking help! alright?!” he bellowed, his shoulders taut and trembling with the force of his words. “I don't need you constantly hovering over me, like I can't handle my own problems. I'm a grown man, not some pathetic child who needs your constant attention!”

I reeled back, shocked at the harshness in his voice and the coldness in his eyes. I had known Chris for a long time, and I had never seen him so hostile. “You don't have to be such a dick about it!” I snapped back, my voice shaking with hurt. “I'm just trying to be there for you, Chris! Is that so wrong?”

Chris's voice rose to a near screech, his anger reaching a boiling point. “Just leave me alone for once! Leave, goddamnit!” he shouted, gesturing wildly towards the door. “I don't need you here, I don't want you here! Can't you just take a hint and leave me the hell alone?!”

Chris continued to rant, his words becoming more and more unhinged with each passing second. “I'm sick and tired of your constant clinginess and your suffocating presence! You're like a goddamn parasite, never letting me have a moment to myself!”

He paced the room, his movements jerky and agitated. “I can't even think straight with you around, constantly bugging me, asking how I'm feeling. Can't you see that I just need some space?!”

My expression dropped into a sad one, my eyebrows furrowing in sorrow. “You don't mean that, Chris,” I said, my voice soft and pleading. “I know you're just frustrated and stressed out right now, but you don't have to lash out at me like this. I care about you, and all I want to do is help.”

I slowly approached him, my expression still one of hurt and sadness. But Chris recoiled, backing away from me as if my presence repulsed him. “Please, just leave,” he hissed, his voice cold and distant. “Get out of my room. I don't want you here.”

I snapped, my patience finally breaking as my emotions spilled over. “You're such a dick!” I shouted, my voice cracking with anger and hurt.

Chris fired back immediately, his own defenses rising in response. “Well your mouth is always full of it!”

I'd had enough. “Fuck you!” I retorted, my voice filled with a mixture of hurt and anger. I walked over to his green couch and grabbed my dirty clothes and shoved them in my bag. Chris let out a heavy sigh as he sat on his bed, his frustration beginning to subside. As he watched me pack my things, a wave of regret washed over him. He stood up from the bed, his voice soft and pleading. "Y/N, don't pack your things, please. I'm sorry," he said, his gaze fixed on my back.

Chris let out a heavy sigh as he sat on his bed, his frustration beginning to subside. As he watched me pack my things, a wave of regret washed over him. He stood up from the bed, his voice soft and pleading. “Y/N, don't pack your things, please. I'm sorry,” he said, his gaze fixed on my back.

I ignored his apology, too hurt and angry to forgive him so easily. “You told me to leave you alone,” I muttered, my voice cold and distant. “So I'm packing my shit and going home like you wanted me to.”

I continued to gather my things, jamming clothes and necessities into a small bag. I refused to look at him, my heart still smarting from his harsh words.

Chris' expression grew more desperate, his voice thick with regret. “Y/N, I'm sorry,” he pleaded, stepping towards me. “I didn't mean any of this. I didn't mean anything I said, please. I was just frustrated and stressed, and I took it out on you, and I shouldn’t have. Please, don't go.”

I maintained my cold demeanor, brushing past him without a glance. I headed into his bathroom, my thoughts racing in anger. I grabbed my toiletries and shoved them into my bag as well, determined to leave as quickly as possible.

Chris called out desperately as I walked past him again. He reached out and grabbed my wrist gently, trying to get me to stop. “Y/N,” he said, his voice pleading.

I refused to look at him, my heart stinging with hurt. “Let go,” I bit out, trying to pull my wrist free from his gentle grip. “I'm trying to leave.”

His voice grew softer, his tone pleading. “Y/N, look at me.” I continued to avoid his gaze, my emotions warring within me. “Please,” he repeated, gently grabbing my chin to coax me to look at him. “Baby, please.”

Reluctantly, I lifted my eyes to meet his gaze. The pain in his expression mirrored the ache in my own heart. His grip on my chin was gentle, yet firm, as if he was scared to let go, afraid I would slip away from him.

“I'm sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn't mean anything I said. I was just frustrated and stressed, and I took it out on you. I didn't mean any of it. I don't want you to leave, I want you here with me. I need you here. Please, stay. I'm sorry.”

Chris's expression softened as he spoke, his voice laced with regret and vulnerability. “It's not fair for me to say those things to you when you've helped me through so much,” he murmured, his eyes searching mine. “You've been there for me during my toughest times, and I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. You didn't deserve it.”

Chris's voice grew softer, his tone laced with a mixture of remorse and affection. “You're not any of the things I said, baby,” he murmured. “I enjoy having you cling onto me, and I really enjoy how you baby me. I enjoy it so damn much. God, I'm so sorry, Y/N. Baby, I'm sorry.”

Chris gently cradled my face in his hands, his touch gentle yet tremulous. His eyes flicked from one of mine to the other, his gaze brimming with vulnerability “Please, stay with me,” he pleaded, his voice catching on the words as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

“I can’t bear the thought of you leaving, of you walking out that door,” he continued, his voice quivering slightly. “I need you here, Y/N. I want you here. I don’t know what I’d do if you left.”

Chris drew a shuddering breath, the intensity of his pleading almost palpable. “I promise I won’t snap like that again. I’ll talk to you when I’m stressed, I’ll talk to you when I’m frustrated—”

I gently brought my hands to his face, tenderly wiping away his tears. “Baby, it's fine,” I reassured him, my voice soft and understanding. “I know filming has been hard on you, but just talk to me, okay? We don't have to talk if you don't want to; we can just enjoy the silence and the comfort of each other's presence. We'll get through this together, because I'm here for you.”

Chris's expression quivered, his eyes welling with emotions. He leaned into my touch, his own hands still gripping my wrists gently. “You're too good to me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I don't deserve you. I was such a dick.”

I shook my head, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “You do deserve me,” I said, my own voice wavering slightly. “And you deserve happiness. We're in this together, remember? The good times and the bad. I'm not going anywhere, okay?”

Chris's shoulders sagged, as if a weight had been lifted. He closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against mine. “Okay” he whispered hoarsly.

I gazed into his eyes, a soft smile playing at the corners of my lips. Then, I closed the distance between us, pulling his face to mine and initiating a soft, gentle kiss. Our lips met in a sweet and tender embrace, the passion between us fueled by a mixture of love and relief.

The kiss was unhurried and sincere, filled with unspoken apologies and promises. We held each other close, our bodies pressed together as the world around us faded into the background. In that moment, it was just us, our connection, and the silent vow to work through our issues together.

Chris and I reluctantly parted, our lips separating just as Nick's voice interrupted us. Chris glanced toward the door, where Nick stood, a playful grin on his face and bags of food in his hands. “Sorry to interrupt,” Nick chuckled, holding up the bags. “but we got food.”

I let out a soft chuckle at the sight of Nick and Matt making their way upstairs from the garage. I look at Chris, my expression filled with a mixture of love and determination. I take his hand in mine and run my fingers through his hair. “Let's go eat and forget about what happened,” I murmur, my voice soft yet firm.

Chris locks eyes with me, his expression softening as he nods in agreement. I lean in and give him a quick peck on the lips, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Come on,” I say, tugging gently on his hand. “I'm starving.”

We slowly make our way upstairs towards the kitchen, the earlier tension between us replaced by a comfortable quietness. Our hands stay intertwined, and every so often, I give his hand a comforting squeeze, silently reassuring him that I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.

[guupie]

𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈 • 𝒥𝒥𝒦

Synopsis: Living a peaceful life without being in a relationship was something you was sure of. That is, until your ex shows up at your door almost at the ass crack of dawn. But it doesn’t matter to you, no matter how much you try. You can’t stop running back to him, you love him, he’s your ex boyfriend after all, right?

Genre: ex boyfriend, toxic relationship, manipulating, smut, heavy agnst, college au.

Please be aware i suck at writing…

Playlist: 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 - 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸, 𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸 - 𝘇𝗮𝘆𝗻, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗼 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 - 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 - 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗝𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝘁. 𝗧𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 - 𝗔𝗿𝗶 𝗔𝗯𝗱𝘂𝗹

[word count: 2.8k]

Warnings: late night car sex, jungkook is a little shit, mature language, small humor, toxic jungkook, naive reader, jungkook is good at telling lies, love lies, smoking, chocking, small degradating, rough quick sex, jungkook is always finding ways to come back for you, jealous jungkook, love & hate, stalking, yandere jungkook, excuse any errors, unprotected sex.

Inspired by the song “into it by Chase Atlantic”

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Comfortably sitting in your living room on the sofa with a small glass of water eases your mind, you don’t know the reason of you being suddenly worried, but the unknown feeling sure did kept you up.

As you watch an unrecognizable show on the tv a sound is heard from your phone that sits across from you, with a raised eyebrow you grab your phone from the table. Checking your messages, you come across an unrecognizable message as the contact says ‘unknown’.

Unknown: I miss you.

You’re not sure if you should reply or not, maybe they have the wrong number. Mistaken you for someone else, but before you could come up with more conclusions your phone goes off again this time. Almost startling you.

Unknown: i know you see me texting you.

In an instant you tossed your phone onto the couch before heading upstairs, but a loud knock was heard at your front door. It was strange.

Because no one knew where you lived.

Halting your steps on the stairs, you stood there for a good minute to see if the knocking sound was just your imagination, but before you could shake it off the loud knocking sound was heard again. Following with the sound of a door knob rattling, as if someone was trying to break in.

Without much thinking you approached the front door, the sound of locks clicking filled your ears as you opened the door, revealing the one person you’d been avoiding for almost three months. Jeon fucking Jungkook.

“Hey-..”

“How the fuck did did you find my address?!” You were straight to the point, not even caring that Jungkook had gave you a glare.

Kissing his teeth as he eyes you up and down shamelessly, the black shorts that fitted on your body well as your curves were visible. A simple white tank top with your nipples slightly poking the material. “So that’s what I get the first time we see each other after what, three months?!”

You sigh, it was completely dark outside and the street lights were somewhat keeping the streets and the neighbors houses visible.

“What do you want?” Your voice is soft, you don’t feel like raising your voice at him when all he did was show up at your front door, looking absolutely stunning. His hair had gotten longer and somewhat curly, and the black sweatpants doesn’t add onto the feeling inside your gut.

Then your eyes fall onto his white tank top that matches the one you’re wearing, minis the small bow that decorates your tank top. Which was called a lace trim tank top.

“I wanted to see you.” He admits, biting his lips when takes a glance at your perky nipples through the tank top.

You slowly nod your head, as you look anywhere but him.

“Look i told you, I’m done with you.” You say, but the small crack in your voice says otherwise. Jungkook looks at you for moment before chuckling.

“But im not done with you.”

This catches you off guard, as you began to close the door on his face to only be stopped by a large tattooed hand hovering over your small ones.

There’s a dark look in his eyes, as many times as you’ve been with jungkook when you both were still in a relationship he’s never fully shown this side of him to you. Sometimes it would slip out when you both would sometimes argue but it was only briefly.

You’re surprised by his sudden actions, but it doesn’t lasts long when you remember that you promised your mother you’d no longer have contact with him whatsoever.

“Look,” Jungkook starts, “I just wanna talk.”

Sure he does, but when you glance at his doe eyes you can see there’s somewhat truth in them. Naively, you gave in.

“Okay, but were just talking.” You say, not even noticing the small smirk on his face.

Stepping outside of your apartment, you close the front door behind you. Following jungkook to his BMW you found yourself slightly smiling when he opens the door of the passenger side for you to get in.

Carefully seated in the passenger seat as you watch Jungkook walk around the car to the driver side and open the door, as he gets inside the car a small breeze welcomes you.

There is silence, besides jungkook rolling up a blunt and the smell of it doesn’t bother you. In fact it only eases your mind.

“What have you’ve been up to lately?” Jungkook is the first to break the silence, you could feel his gaze lingering on you. It’s a simple question really, but you found yourself not being able to reply.

You sigh while staring down at your bare thighs, it wasn’t a difficult question. You just wasn’t sure on how you’d reply, there was so many things you’d wanted to ask him yourself.

“Nothing much, exams after another. Sometimes i’d have a girls night out with my friends. I still go to work, so what’s new?”

Jungkook only nods his head before taking a puff of his blunt, letting the smoke spill from his mouth. And since the car windows were up the car was clouded with smoke, the smell of weed and whatever else he was smoking was making you feel like you were high.

“Here,” jungkook hands you the blunt with half lidded eyes.

Shaking your head in response you began to push the blunt back his way, “Jungkook I don’t—!”

“Just fucking take it.” He shoves the blunt into your hands, as you gulp down at it. Never to once have you smoked and never planned to, jungkook on the other hand was always on cloud nine here and there.

Taking a quick puff, you found yourself coughing violently as you handed the blunt back to jungkook who chuckles at your actions.

“Atta girl, that wasn’t so hard was it?” You could barley nod since you were trying to get the tabacco taste buds off your tongue, Jungkook fights the urge to grin but fails.

You were fed up, with Jungkook’s ways and how he would always find ways to find you, or how you would always crawl back to him like a kicked puppy. It was time to actually end this, for both of your sakes.

“I can’t do this with you.” You say, trying your hardest not to fall victim of his twisted mind games again.

Jungkook puts the blunt out of its misery before staring at you, he’s about to tell you a bunch of lies and manipulate you into giving in because he knows how naive you are. He won’t admit during those three months without you contacting him drove him crazy, the thought of someone else having you didn’t sit right with him.

Only he was able to have you, and if he couldn’t have you then no one could.

“You sleeping with someone?!” Jungkook lets his thoughts get the best of him, he knows the answer to that question. After all jungkook is the one who took your virginity when you both were still in a relationship.

“Why do you care? It’s none of your business Jungkook.” You found yourself frowning deeply at his conclusion.

Jungkook kissed his teeth, “It is my business, don’t just go around opening your legs for anyone that isn’t me.” You wanted scoff, tired of his harsh words slapping you in the face.

You were so deep in thought you hadn’t noticed jungkook hopping in the back seat, a deep sigh left his lips as he sat on the seat while manspreading. “Come back here with me.”

Shaking your head as you realize the reason why you left him in the first place puts you back on track, “No. our conversation is over, im heading back inside. Go home Jungkook.”

“You tryna to run back to your lil boyfriend or sum? Because why the rush?”

You sigh, “You know what, fuck you, im leaving.” As you reach the car door handle to open the car door, you find it locked.

“It’s pointless,” Jungkook shrugs, “Just come back here so we can talk, that’s all I want.”

In a swift motion Jungkook grabs your arm, causing you to halt your movements. You give him one of your best death glares possible, but it doesn’t faze him at all. In fact, it only turns him on like the horny dog he is.

It’s been a while since you’ve had sex, but you didn’t mind since you weren’t a sex addict like jungook is, when you two were in a relationship sex was always involved every two seconds. The moment you lost your virginity to him everything changed, sure, he was able to keep his dick in his pants for a certain amount of time but that was only it.

He wasn’t that entirely bad, just dealing with a little trauma from when he was a kid. He had told you about how his mother would have different men at their house when he was young, or how she would beat him if things didn’t go her way some sort.

You were there for him every step of the way, and then there’s just you. The pretty little naive and innocent girl who got good grades and didn’t really socialize with anyone.

But that all changed the moment Jungkook laid eyes upon you, it started with an innocent date. Then it turned into something more when you decided to give your body to him, your way of showing him how much you loved and cared about him.

But as time went by he started to change, not liking you with other people—not even your own mother. He completely made you loose all contact with your family, he felt as if you didn’t need them and only needed him.

And you being the naive person you were, you agreed with his actions and let him do what was best in order for both of you to be happy.

It had gotten so bad that he almost completely shut you off from the world, but thankfully for your mother doing what a mother does best, stepping in when their child is making wrong decisions, told you to lose all contact with him and move forward with your life. Do something that will actually take you somewhere other than tolerating a toxic boyfriend.

A hot one at that.

“Okay,” You gave in entirely as you crawled into the backseat with jungkook, that was all Jungkook had wanted the moment he showed up at your doorstep.

You were once again wrapped around his finger, looks like your efforts went to vain, curse jungkook for being so sexy even in his ‘I don’t give a fuck’. outfit. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach when he helped you crawl into the backseat.

Expecting to sit next to him, Jungkook pulls you by your waist as you plop down onto him. Completely Straddling his lap without much effort.

You stared at jungkook for a moment before trying to get off his lap, but he keeps you in place.

“Don’t move, just let me..” Jungkook trails off the moment he’s met with your trim lace tank top while your nipples is slightly visible through the white fabric towards his face. “Fuck, you’ve gotten way too sexy after three whole fucking months.”

It wasn’t a lie, you have gotten sexier, your hour glass body and long hair with your smooth light skin didn’t make it any better. And by now you could feel the large bulge that forms on Jungkook black sweatpants through your thin black pajamas shorts.

You only giggle when his large hands trail up your sides and ass, his hands slowly and carefully eases it’s way up underneath your tank top. Feeling your bare breasts, though a soft moan doesn’t fail to escape your plump pink lips, Jungkook eyes darkened the moment he hears you moan.

“Jungkook,” You moan a little louder the moment he gives your breasts a little squeeze.

“You know what,” Jungkook kisses his teeth, “Fuck it.” You automatically knew what he meant by that, quickly lifting yourself up from his lap to remove your shorts including underwear all together, jungkook slightly pull down his sweatpants just a little to pull out his huge cock.

Normally Jungkook would’ve used a condom and preped you, but you both were caught in the moment and it was too good to stop now.

You’re dripping wet the moment the tip of his cock is angled towards your pussy, who would’ve thought the outcome would be like this, you in the car with your supposedly ex boyfriend who shows up at your door. Looking awfully sexy while he only asks to talk.

You should’ve known this would turn out like this, another reason why it was so goddamn hard to leave this man, no doubt about it that he was a sex god. Naturally good in bed, showed you how a real man is supposed to treat you in bed, and you were hooked the moment his tongue did wonders to your clit the first time.

You were cut out of your thoughts the moment you feel Jungkook thrusting upwards, causing you to jolt, following with a yelp.

“Don’t back out on me now, Y/N.”

It’s the first time in three months without you both seeing each other since he’s said your name, though it would be on occasions when you would catch him slipping.

With you bouncing violence on his cock, as jungkook somehow snakes his hand around your neck slightly squeezing it to gain your undivided attention. You squeal, not expecting him to do that so suddenly, But when he looks at you with those dark eyes of his it’s quickly forgotten about.

“What did i tell you?” Jungkook’s voice is deeper than usual, and it’s not because he smoked a blunt a few minutes ago.

As if you were a trained dog, you responded, “T-to look at you when you’re talking to me-!”

Jungkook chuckles, “Wrong, you look at me while I’m fucking you regardless.” You let out a cry when you feel his other free hand shot down at your sensitive clit. While you still bounce on his cock.

“Ugh, Jungkook.” You whined out, trying to hild onto something as he thrusts harder and faster, by now, if people were to walk past the car they’d probably be disturbed by the vehicle rocking back and forth violently. Or a hand print against the window while moaning and groaning are heard.

But thankfully, it was midnight.

Jungkook gives your perky nipples some attention while you sob out his name like a prayer, your tits bounce in his face, he’s occupied by them and their softness.

You grab onto his hair before tapping violently on his back, “Stop, im gonna come.”

He ignores you, which your not bothered by, but what does bother you is how he nor you decided to bring a condom, well of course not, none of you didn’t think that you’d be having sex in the back of a car—late at night.

“You see Y/N, no one can fuck you like i can.”

You could only respond with a cry, as jungkook pounds into you—while you’re still on top of him. “Go ahead, cum all over me you slut.”

And what seemed like forever you finally came undone on top of jungkook who still fucks into you, he could feel you clenching around his cock tightly which slightly prevents him from thrusting upwards. As he cums deeply inside of you, not even asking if you’re on the pill.

Both of you are fucked out, and overstimulated from the pleasure. Jungkook looks at you with a lazy smile on plastered across his face, which you mirrored.

“Fuck, i needed that.” Jungkook sighs in content, but he’s still hard and you know it won’t be enough for him.

After three months without sex, Jungook was sure he’d get blue balls. Looking at your fucked out state he admires the mess he made, how he was the one to get you to look like that.

“Round two?” You found yourself nodding, it’s to late to regret anything. You already madw your decision, to go back with Jungkook, no matter how many times he lies to you it wouldn’t matter. You’ve come to the conclusion of that’s just how he is at this point.

But secretly, you loved it when he would tell you those sweet lies. That’s just how it is at this point.

“Yeah, round two.” Jungkook then takes off your tank top revealing your bare chest.

Because after all, no matter what he does, you’ll always come crawling back to him like the good little girl you are.

Just two toxic people who were made for each other.

[bluetooththereptile]

Black Robin

(Yandere Tim drake x twin brother reader x yandere Bruce Wayne)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: I couldn't resist making this, Tim's personality and also Bruce's possessiveness to his adoptive children and sometimes his cold indifference are ripe for making agnst and a good fic!

Summary: Your stubbornness ends tonight, and Bruce will make sure of that.

Tw: mentions of abuse

"Are you out of your mind?!"  you were taken aback by Tim's shout, your eyes widening behind your mask slightly. The always composed and nervous Tim was now yelling at you, well, this was new. You shifted on your feet in the dark place, sighing as you crossed your arms on your chest, trying to not groan since the bruise on your chest hurt to the touch. "Please just spare these words" you grunted, but your response only made Tim more livid, and he took a hold of your jacket, pulling you closer to him "You will come home with me!" He hissed "And that's final!"

You pushed Tim away with a scoff "Woha...easy right there bro, slow down, I'm not coming back, not after finally finding the place I deserve!" Tim couldn't help but let out a forced bitter chuckle "Deserve? Look at you! You're all bruised and battered, wearing a cheap leather jacket and military pants, and your only gadget is probably comms, you are dragging yourself around without proper care and you call it a deserving place?! Is your hatred for me that strong?"

You rolled your eyes, groaning, dear God how many of these conversations you've had already with him? Probably close to a thousand times. "Look, bro, I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions-" "Don't bro me!" Tim's voice echoed in the dark empty alleyway, after the joint mission of Batman and Midnighter, Tim finally after a whole year of not facing you had dragged you away so you could talk.

"I could understand your frustration and anger, I could have tried to make things right, I knew you were by the fact that you were not chosen as the Robin, I can understand that you didn't get enough attention and you wanted to be a hero yourself, but you couldn't leave just like that!" Pushing Tim away from you, you finally snapped "Wait a damn minute!" You took your mask off so you could talk to him properly. Approaching him you looked deep into his eyes, looking at your reflection in them and Tim winced a little at the hint of smoke on your lips, his brows furrowing as he realized what you had been smoking before the mission. You then sighed and looked away, looking down at the puddle of water on the ground. Damn, you were indeed bruised up, you were still a rookie and the hero responsible for you, Midnighter truthfully didn't have many rules for you to follow, just do the things and get them done by any means necessary, I don't care, which meant you had to do everything yourself, ending up as an official mess. In the past year, you had strained yourself so much that you couldn't recognize yourself in the mirror anymore.

Sure you were Tim's identical twin, you looked nearly the same, minus the eyes of course, but you had changed from that, your body had bulked up under the pressure of constant training under Midnighter's eyes and the diet of protein bars, you didn't have time to eat so you had to resort to those, you had forgotten the taste of normal food, yet you refused to complain. The only reason that Midnighter had taken you in was your stubbornness and willpower, no one wanted to take Batman's boy in when the old bat didn't like the idea of it, you had to prove him you were worth taking in. You had to cut your hair short to cut out the water bills, oh right, he didn't pay for you either, you had to work your ass off to make some money for yourself, you just hated working at fast food joints, sometimes you wanted to serve some Karens some of those knuckle sandwiches Midnighter gave you when you messed up. Around your eyes were still smudged with the smoky eye makeup your new friends had put on you for last night's concert, personal hygiene was sort of out of the window for you, but you still kept pushing. You were a mess, but still an independent mess out of Tim's shadow.

"I chose this path and I'm happy with it! It's none of your business anymore!" You finally spoke, "Oh so all of a sudden when you are 18 you can do whatever the hell you want?" Tim sighed as he crossed his arms "Yeah?" You answered, "We both know Bruce had only let you go just to make you realize your place is with the family!" Tim's response wasn't that farfetched, you knew Bruce was capable enough to drag your sulking ass back to the Manor but he had chosen not to, why? You weren't sure, perhaps it was because he wanted to punish you for being too rebellious, the thought made you shudder.

"Whatever..." you waved your hand in the air "You know that I don't want to go back from this path" Tim scoffed "Oh? Being the "Black Robin" is that good?" He teased you about your name, making you let out a soft groan in irritation. Midnighter was mistaken as Batman and now you, as his sidekick, was the black Robin, another mistaken identity, well you did look like Tim, just larger in muscle mass. "Yes, it's better than being compared to you all the time!" You snapped at your twin, making his lips turn into a frown. You had hit a nerve, well it was progress.

"You were always the one that was better, you were the Robin and then the Red Robin, while I had to train harder and harder, watching you get all the attention while I was just there!" You continued "You know it's not true, Bruce adopted you as well, you are still his son! You were not chosen as Robin because he wanted someone more...smart..." You rolled your eyes at that, you had heard all of those excuses so many times, you wanted something more out of your life, and you had decided to get something out of it one way or another.

When Tim was adopted you had dragged along him, but since Bruce needed help, he examined you both but he found Tim more fitting for the role. At first, you were happy for your brother, but as time progressed on, that feeling turned into resentment, Tim was the nervous smart brother, always getting the attention of others, especially Bruce, while you pushed yourself to your limits, yet since you were more capable than your brother, Bruce thought of you more of a pillar of trust for Tim while he wasn't there, but you wanted more, you wanted his attention, his fucking love, you wanted to feel like a true son, so if he didn't want to pay you attention, you'd rebel, and you did it on your 18th birthday, and your life had become a hellish arena after that, but you still kept pushing, unknowingly digging your own grave.

Your bickering with Tim was interrupted by a loud bang, and before you could react Midnighter had been thrown over two buildings, his landing making a hole into the wall close to you and your twin. Who... who had done that?! Who could do that to the superhuman clad in black? Oh no...The soft thud onto the ground and that familiar presence...oh no no no no...it was the big bat himself.

"Shit," you and Tim said in union "language" Bruce's stern voice made you clamp your lips close, you hadn't seen him like that before, his gaze burying deep into your wide eyes as he approached you with that imposing figure. "Black Robin" your hero's name rolled onto his tongue with a dark tone. "How fitting" he continued before he suddenly reached out and grabbed you by your jaws, making your mouth open.

You were too afraid to talk, you knew he wouldn't listen even if you wanted to talk "Three teeth..." Bruce hummed, before tightening his grip, making you let out a soft groan of pain "Cracked jaw..." he added "Muscle tissue of your left eyelid is hurt, your ear is broken and this is just for the head..." he hissed "I had warned him before to not touch any of my boys..." he let go of you but his hand moved to take a hold of your jacket as he looked down at you.

"Malnourished and still high on drugs, what was he thinking?!" He growled before looking up at you again, he leaned closer as he took a sniff of you, his grip tightening even more "And you've been smoking...it's the same brand as he does..."

"B-bat-" "Silence..." Bruce snapped at you, "Being mistaken for me is one thing I can sort of tolerate, but stealing my boy from me is something I can not overlook...look at you Y/N!..." he pulled you closer to him "You are on the path of self-destruction! You are no superhuman, you are a young one in need of care!" Your throat dried up as he spoke, you knew the consequences of your actions were creeping to get closer to you.

Bruce's heart ached at your sight, he shouldn't have let you go, he had thought no one would take you in and within a month you'd be back into his arms, begging for forgiveness and he'd punish you lightly. You reminded him so much of himself, that was why he didn't want you to get into the world of heroes, yet his worst nightmare had happened and you had plunged into the worst scenario head first like a mad bull.

"You're coming home with us" Bruce's words were final as he took you in "H-hey!" You wanted to pull away but his hold was too strong, he didn't bat an eye at your struggles "You need stitches and a new set of teeth, and when you are ready enough, I'll whip you into the right shape of the Black Robin..." his last words made your shudder in fear, he was angry, but deep down, a small part of you was happy that your dad had finally come for you.

You were strapped into the Batmobile and Tim sat close to you, holding onto your arm tightly, you felt something tug on your heart, that look in his eyes, you knew that too well, you were just minutes older than him but he still looked up at you as his older brother, perhaps you'd reconsider your decision and give in...perhaps...only time could tell. 

[barcaatthemoon]

"I know. I know I wasn't enough. I always did" massive alexia agnst?

stuck || alexia putellas x reader ||

you hated parties like these. it was the who's who of the city, and that meant, alexia. your former teammate and the love of your life. you'd never find someone that could come close to how she made you feel. although, you weren't sure that you even wanted to.

it had been six years since you had played together at barcelona, and four years since you hung up your boots. your retirement had sent shockwaves through the women's football world. nothing could have prepared them for what followed suit, though.

"i didn't know that you were back in barcelona," alexia said. she had been keeping up with you, and in the years since you started to make music and tour, you had never once played barcelona. you stayed in the americas, where your fans and vices were plentiful.

"i try not to make a habit of it," you admitted. alexia looked at you sadly, as if she could tell the hell that you had been putting your body through. at first, you had been chasing the high of loving her, but then it all turned into penance. you could never remember the highs, only the soul-crushing lows from coming down.

"if you have time, we'd love to see you at a game. all of the girls, they miss you," alexia said. you scoffed at that, immediately not believing her. "really, we miss you. i miss you. we were so good, i don't know what happened. i think it all got to be too much."

"i know," you admitted.

"the pressure, it was bad. everything went to our heads."

"i wasn't made for that sort of thing. i knew i wasn't enough, i always did. i had to leave before i imploded on myself," you told her. alexia placed her hand on your jaw, cradling your face gently. "i could never shine around you, and now i burn so bright that i've blinded myself."

"ale!" both you and alexia turned at the sound of another voice. alexia's face lit up brighter than it ever had around you, and for each moment that you were stuck with alexia and olga, you counted all the ways that you could fuck yourself up after. you'd never find love like what they had, and alexia wouldn't take you back. she had moved on, and you were simply stuck with yourself.

[deathbysnakes]

You're sick but you don't want to bother Dottore

Dottore x reader (Romantic)

Warnings:Swearing/Pet names/You and Dottore are married/Omega being weird

Pronouns:He/Him (Dottore and his clones), You/Your (Reader)

1% agnst/ fluff/ crack

Explanation:You're sick but you don't want to bother your beloved husband Dottore, but with Dottores clones swarming around you it gets harder and harder to hide your sickness

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You're walking down one of the hall ways in your house, you're going to the kitchen to get a snack but there's one problem, to get to the kitchen you need to go through the living room, that's where Dottores clones and occasionally Dottore like to hang out when there on break or there's no experiments to experiment on. Dottores clones like to cling onto you and beg for your attention wich will be a problem. You pry that your foot steps will be masked from all the loudness in the living room, your prayers we're ignored. "[Name]!" You could feel a arm wrap around your arm, the clone that was holding onto you was Phi, Phi is...Weird...In a good way, well actually he experiments on people so I suppose he's weird in a bad way. "[Name] do you have any free time?? Will you spend some time with me??" You refrain yourself from talking, if you do your voice would sound stuffy amd it would give away the fact that you're sick. "[Name]? Are you alright?" You have to hold back a sneeze, you've already sneezed a lot today and some of the older clones are catching onto you. "[Name] are you ignoring me???" You desperately think of a way to avoid this situation without acting weird. "Did I do something to upset you...?" You could feel the other clones eyes on you, you can't hold this sneeze in for much longer. "[Name] please tell me what I did to upset you!" You can hear a door opening but you don't bother to see who it is. "[Name] please! I'm sorry for whatever I did!" You can't hold it in anymore. "[Insert sneeze noise]" The whole room goes silent. "Are you alright [Name]? That's the 14th time I've heard you sneeze today." You turn to see who was talking, it was the Original, Dottore. "Ha ha I'm fine..." You dash to the kitchen before Dottore could respond.

You're sitting on a couch in your room reading a book when suddenly, you hear the door to your bedroom open. "[Name]...?" You turn your head to see who it is, it's Dottore. "My love are you sick...?" You sigh and close the book you're reading and place it on the coffee table infront of you. Dottore walks over to you and sits down next to you. "Why didn't you tell me?" You try to avoid eye contact with your husband. "I didn't want to bother you..." Dottore places a hand on your shoulder. "You wouldn't be bothering me." You slightly look at Dottore. "But...Your work is important to you...Right...?" Dottore scoots closer to you. "It is, but is not more important than you. Next time this happens, please tell me." Before you could answer, Dottore scoops you up into his arms and he carries you to your shared bed. "Rest, my dear." Dottore whispers to you as he places you down on the bed. "Now, wait here, I'll be right back." He kisses you on your forehead before leaving the bedroom.

A few seconds pass, and you hear the door opening again, you turn to the sound. "Well, that was fas-" You stop your sentence once you see the man infront of you, it wasn't Dottore, it was Omega. "My dear, I've come to comfort you while you're sick!" Omega walks up to the bed and lays down on it, smiling at you. "Thank you Omega." You respond, you smile softly at Omegas adorable actions. Omega scoots closer to you but then the door opens once again. "Omega what the hell are you doing here?" Omega looks annoyed as he turns to face the person talking to him, of course, it's Dottore. "Get your ass out of here." Even though half of Dottores face is covered, he still looks intimidating when he's angry. Omega wraps his arms around you while still maintaining eye contact with his original. "No." Dottore looks more angry at his response. "I'll deal with you later..." Dottore mumbles under his breath. He walks to the other side of the bed and places down a glass of water on the small table next to the bed. "I need you to sit up for me love." Dottore speaks to you in a sweet tone. You sit up on the bed but Omega still clings onto you. Dottore opens a bottle of pills and takes one out and hands it to you, but as soon as you reach out your hand to take the pill from his hand, Omega snatches it. "What the hell do you think you're doing Omega?!" Dottore yells but Omega still looks unfazed, Omega ignores Dottore and turns to you. "Can you open your mouth so I can put this pill in?" (He thinks he's being romantic, he's not, he's being weird.) Though you're a little confused you oblige and open your mouth. Omega places the pill in your mouth and looks back at Dottore, expecting him to hand him the water, Dottore bears his teeth more but hands Omega the water, Omega hands you the water and you take it and drink it, Omega takes the glass out of your hands and he hands it back to Dottore, Dottore places the glass back on the small table while maintaining eye contact with Omega. Dottore lays down on the bed with you and Omega and also wraps his arms around you, Omega looks pissed off at this but doesn't do anything, these two are staring daggers into eachother and you just want to sleep. You sigh and lean back into the bed and close your eyes, Dottore and Omega will start arguing at some point and you just want to get shut eye before that happens.

[randomsillyfangirl]

I think I'm liking her more - Pablo Gavi x Reader

Plot: people seems to like y/n more than Pablo, and his teammates joke about how they want y/n just to annoy Pablo

Warning: mention of smut lol and angry/jealous Pablo but nothing crazy

If you do wanna read smut for Pablo, @pablitogavii is a really good writer, for fluff and agnst too.

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Scrolling through your post, Gavi found more and more comments talking about you and how they liked you more than him. It made him smile, that was until training.

At training, his friends started talking about a girl when Gavi walked into the changing rooms. " her little ass, it's hot." one of them said. " such a shame, I'd treat her better than gavi would. Sorry hermano. " another said. Were they serious? Absolutely not. But seeing Gavi get madder and madder was funny to them. He knew they were joking- his friends would never talk about his girlfriend like that.

Pablo was trying to get change and ignored his teammates- until. " damn and I bet she's loud whe- " another teammate started to talk. Pablo couldn't take it, he slammed his locker shut and stormed out of thr changing room yelling, " ¡Callaos hijos de puta! ¡No es gracioso! " (Shut up you sons of bitches! It's not funny!).

Gavi couldn't focus during training, when when his teammates apologized and said that it wasn't cool and that they'll never do it again. But that's not what worried Pablo- he knew that his friends were joking, but your fanboys probably weren't. He read that people wanted to do things to you- things that only he should be able to do and it angered him.

At home, he dumped his things in the living room and went to take a cold shower to calm down, without even saying hey to you. You saw his stuff and decided to put everything away for him, you could tell he was in a bad mood and wanted to make his life a little easier.

In your bedroom, you were changing into for nightware: an over sized barca top with some black legging-shorts. Gavi walked into also ready for bed and smiled, snaking his arms around you. His cold body against your warm one made goosebumps appear on your skin. You smiled, " hola amor. How was training? " you asked him but he nuzzled your neck.

" I don't wanna talk about it.. I just wanna be with you.." he said, starting to kiss your neck. You smiled and nodded, " wanna lay down, I feel like you'll be doing this for awhile.. " you said laughing.

Gavi nodded, picking you up by grabbing your thighs and lifting you up. He placed you on the bed, then towered over you and started kissing again. You closed your eyes and let him.

[crowpickingss]

HIII, could you do like reader x Hook where she's the daughter of Hades, just like if It was Percy Jackson, and has a secret relationship with Hook and one day Hades finds out and wants to kill him. THANKS

Stay a Secret

hook x gn! hades child reader

summary: hades comes to visit his child at merlin academy but goes crazy when he find out they have a boyfriend

warnings: agnst

a/n: tysm for the request!

disclaimer: hades is way older in this (old enough to have a child) it’s the Bridget timeline expect you take hades place

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Your father was very overprotective of you. His title as god of war would make you think he’s slightly reckless but when it comes to you. He would rather lock you in your room than let you say hello to a guy.

Only time you’re ever free from his rules is when your at Merlin Academy. Also at Merlin Academy was your secret boyfriend Hook. You loved Hook and he loved you more. You two were the best couple in school.

One day your father paid you a secret visit he wanted to surprise you by showing up earlier but what he saw surprised him. You and Hook were sitting on the grass talking and laughing. If he thought that was bad he would be in for a shock.

Hook leaned over and kissed you on the cheek when Hades saw that he almost went into a coma. He waited for you to leave and go back to your dorm, he followed you until you were at your door.

You turned around when you felt someone looming over you, your father was standing there seeming more protective for some reason. He ushered you into your dorm and shut the door.

He turned to you trying to control himself from burning everything in sight “Hon, care to explain why I caught someone kissing you on the cheek” You turned bright red, your secret wasn’t so secret anymore “You went behind my back and got a boyfriend, I can’t believe you”

He put out the small fire coming from his hand “And with a pirate, next you’re going to tell me you’re married” you rolled your eyes “It’s not like that dad, Hook is just my boyfriend” He scoffed “Why did you do this, I’ve given you all you’ve ever wanted and all I ask is you follow a couple rules”

You fall back into your bed “It’s not just a couple, it’s thousands you force me to abide by every single one” He stomps his boot lightly “It’s not a thousand and you know it” You groan “For once can you see that your rules are doing more bad than good”

Hades stepped back “You really think that” You stood up “Yes, I constantly feel like I’m walking on eggshells around you, here I can actually be myself” He sighs and sits down “I’m sorry, I just wanted to be a good dad” You sit down next to him “You are when your not enforcing a bunch of rules, all I ask for is some freedom” He smiles “Well considering your thriving here I guess you can have it, and about the boy”

You waited in anticipation hoping he’d say something positive “If your happy with him, I am but if he breaks your heart he’ll be hearing from me” You laugh “Alright dad” He stood up hugged you and was whisked away back to the underworld.

Hook came running in your dorm the second he left “Are you alight love, I heard an argument” You smile “It was just my dad, I’m hopefully rule free” He hugged you “I’m happy, you’re much better when you don’t have a rule book shoved in your face” You laugh “This is why I started dating you, you’re perfect for me” He smiled “Love you’re too good for me”

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[alientee]

To Live Mauga x reader

I wrote this after reading a agnst Mauga fic it made me sad so I changed my past idea from slice of life to a fluffy moments with taking care of Mauga (gender neutral reader)

You didn’t ask Mauga a lot about his past, but you know it made him into the man he is today. As long as you’ve known him, he’s always had a carefree outlook on life. You’ve seen him angry, happy, horny, and even embarrassed.

But you had never seen him sad; nothing could wipe the usual smirk off his handsome face. To have a face of complete shock or dread was not something you were used to seeing. Mauga, the unshakable mountain of a man, was trembling, and you didn’t know what to do.

He came home distressed, covered in bandages. He took one look at you and instantly went to the bedroom, cooping himself up without saying a word. You made your way to the room to see the man you loved on the bed, slightly curled up, as if it would hide him from the world.

You went over to him and put your arms around him. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t even move. But somehow, you knew he didn’t want words; he just needed you. You continued to hold him, rocking him back and forth. And after an hour of that, he finally spoke.

“I almost died today." Your blood ran cold. Those are genuinely the last words you ever wanted to hear from him. You knew working for Talon would come with trouble, but being prepared for it was a whole different issue. You didn’t speak, deciding to wait and see if he’d continue.

“We had a mission to capture this dude. He owed Doom first a lot of cash. I should’ve known it would be bullshit when he sent the whole team. The guy we were chasing had us trapped like rats, trying to pick us off one by one. He had a lot of goons, too, until we finally caught up with him. The place was already torn down and still coming down on top of us. That asshole knew he couldn’t make it out, so he set himself off.”

You look at him, confused. “Set himself off?” Mauga nodded.

“He had bombs on his body, saying he wouldn’t give doom shit. He said he reached his goal, and he'd die knowing he did it with no regrets. I knew he was crazy, but I didn’t think he’d off himself before we could even capture him.”

Mauga leaned his head onto yours; he stayed quiet for a moment before placing his face on your shoulder.

“The whole building was coming down, and because I was the tank, I took the blunt hit off it. I was trapped behind the ceiling debris that fell. The whole building was falling apart; shit was on fire, and I was trapped. I thought I wasn’t gonna get out. When more of the ceiling fell on top of me, it broke open the floor. I fell through, but I had a chance. I had to crawl most of the way and use my guns to break whatever was blocking me off. I reached dead end after dead end, and I didn’t think I could get out. Shit was falling down on me, and I could barely breathe, and by the time I made it somewhere else, I thought it was another dead end until I dug through the debris and made it outside.”

You hugged him tighter, kissing his face all over. He had bruises all over his face. You kissed each of them softly, giving him an Eskimo kiss.

“I’m so glad you made it out, darling. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost you. My poor baby."

Mauga leaned into your touch, snuggling closer to your warmth. He kisses your cheek, finding his way back to your neck.

“Wanna know the most fucked up part when I got out. They were flying away, and the only reason they came back was because Sigma saw me and started waving, and Sombra came to look. They left me for dead, and I’m not even fucking surprised.”

You scowled “I’m not surprised either; I really wish you never joined Talon in the first place, but I know that as a mercenary, you have to do what you need to.”

He nodded while kissing your shoulder. He pulled you into his chest, and you rubbed your fingers over his bandaged arms.

“For the first time in a long time, I was afraid of dying. I promised myself after the heart surgery I’d live every day like it was my last; I just never thought that day would come as quickly as that. I was actually fucking scared of dying. I didn’t want to die that way, trapped and alone."

You held him tighter, and if you felt your shoulder getting wet, you didn’t say anything about it.

“I thought about you, how I couldn’t leave you, and how I had to get back to you. All I wanted to do was get back to the one person who gave a damn about me.”

“And you did. I’m so proud of you, my love.” You run your fingers through his hair and console him. "You're so strong. I know I worry about you a lot when you go on missions, but I never doubted that you would always come back to me."

You both hold each other while sharing sweet kisses and longing looks. Putting your foreheads against one another, Mauga squeezes your hips, bringing you closer.

“How about we take a bath together? I could look at your wounds, and after that, I’ll warm up dinner for you.”

Mauga nods, kissing your lips softly. “I’d love that, baby."

You got to the bathroom and ran the bath water. You can hear Mauga behind you getting undressed. You turn around and help him take off his wraps. He runs his hands through your hair, kissing your forehead as you slowly remove his bandages.

You couldn’t help but flinch at some of his wounds. You lift his hands, kissing each one of his knuckles. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You both stepped in the tub, but this time you got behind him. You take the shampoo and conditioner and start with his hair. He growled when you scrubbed his scalp; he always loved it when you played in his hair.

He growled and leaned his head back. As you rinsed his hair out, he leaned into you, kissing your jaw and neck. You softly push him away. “Let me wash your back.” He turned back around, letting you wash him.

“Wanna wash all of me?” You roll your eyes at him while he snickers.

“I’m not washing your butt, you dork," he playfully splashes you, causing water to get in your face and all over the floor.

"Oops"

After you both finish up, you dry off his hair, then clean and rewrap his wounds. He holds your waist the whole time, not giving you much room to move. “Do they hurt really bad?”

He gives you a pout, nodding his head. "Yup, kiss em for me?” You laughed at his foolishness. “You know what? Yes, I will.”

You lean in, kissing every one of his bandaged wounds. Mauga runs his fingers through your hair. He brings your face up to his, bringing you into a slow, passionate kiss. Your tongues caress each other, and his hands cover your face while rubbing your temples.

You lean back and kiss his chest, where his two hearts would be. “Let me warm your food up, then we could watch a movie."

He nodded. You both headed downstairs, and while you got his food ready, Mauga didn’t let you go. You are used to him being affectionate, but not this clingy. You didn’t mind, though he almost lost his life. You almost lost him. No matter how long it took, you’d be by his side, spoiling him until he was comfortable.

“Common Mauga I promised you cuddles and a movie."

And that’s how you both ended the night, cuddled up in each other's arms, sharing kisses and light touches. Mauga hands never left you. He nuzzled himself into your chest, and you played in his hair. Laughing at his cute antics.

“Gimmie kiss,” you lean down, kissing his lips.

"Another.” You start laughing; the sight of the giant man pouting and giving you puppy dog eyes was so adorable.

When you kiss him again, Mauga bites your bottom lip, sucking on it. Once he lets you go, you can’t help but ask something that’s been on your mind.

“You’re not going back to them, are you?”

“Don’t know"

You sighed, not really liking the answer, but not questioning it.

“Just know you don’t need them to make a living."

He looks up at you, kissing your nose.

“I know; all I need is you."

And after that, you couldn’t help but give Mauga all the kisses he wanted.

[marzylics]

(Maybe some incorrect terms idk im kinda dense) warnings: kinda agnst ig. probably not spell checked. Really short

The car ride to the Tarmac was always long. Always felt like it would never end, you wish it didnt. Your hand discretely holding Simon as you sit next to him in the car hoping the rest of your taskforce wouldn't notice.

As The car finally pulled up to the tarmac Simon requested to have a private conversation with yoh before leaving.

"Listen, if anything happens-" he starts to say before he is cut off by you

"Nothing will happen" you try to reassure Simon "we are both gonna make it back, I promise"

Before you could add anything else he pulled you into his arms for a hug. "I love you" he whispered to you as you were still in his arms.

"I love you too Simon" you say as you hear the sound of the helicopter landing and price calling you to come over.

You think of that day often as you renew the flowers on your Simons grave.

[reidmania]

A thousand sorrys

miguel o’hara

summary : when you overhear miguel say some not nice things about you while under the influence, and pressure of his friends, you decide to distant yourself

warning: ANGST AGNST ANSGT. fluffy ending tho i think, mentions of swearing, overthinking, idk, established relationship, pregnancy

you walked around the HQ with a small spring in your step, which was nothing out of the ordinary really. you knew miguel had been working hard lately, and had been not doing a very good job of taking care of himself.

so being the caring person you care, you had brought him his favourite food, which was in the white takeout box in your hand, spa gift vouchers in your pocket, and a little something else, all that you wanted to give miguel tonight, you hadn’t been home in nearly a week, staying at your parents to help with your dad who had fallen ill

walking to his office, you see lyla there, “hey lyla, miguel in there?” you ask softly, she replies. “no, he is upstairs at the bar with a few friends” you nodded

you wondered which friends that was, but much to ur surprise when you walk into the bar, you don’t recognise them, they definitely aren’t from here, peering over you notice miguels glass empty, so you walk over to the bar without them noticing you to order miguel a new drink, close enough you can hear the conversation, but you don’t really pay it any mind

until your name gets brought up.

“so that little girlfriend of yours, y/n?” one of the guys said. “what about her?” miguel asked, you second guess buying the drink, you could hear the slur in his words, telling you he is basically already drunk, you can’t help but wonder why he didn’t correct the boy, you’re his wife.

“she follows you around like a puppy, clinging to you all the time” you frown, your back still turned to them. you loved miguel, of course you wanted to be around him.

“yeah- is that not really fucking annoying?” another guy pitches in. you wait for miguel to defend you.

but it doesn’t happen.

“yeah it is, she just- doesnt get the hint that i want her to leave me alone, so annoying” miguel slurs and hiccups all the way through his sentence.

you try to convince yourself its just because he is drunk, but you have always stood by drunk words sober thoughts. as the bartender meets you, you want to scram.

“hey y/n, what can i get for you” he says softly, the music is loud enough, you pray miguel didn’t hear him just say your name, but thankfully he didn’t. “you know. im okay actually” you mutter, he nods before moving on.

you walk away from the bar as quickly as possible. going back to yours and miguels shared home. however you find yourself taking a few things and walking to the guest bedroom.

did you really cling to him? it was something you always worried about but he told you he loved how clingy you are.

you we’re left to ponder your thoughts for a few hours.

miguel sobered up a bit once his friends left, finding his way back to his office now in his right mind, he didn’t even remember much but he knew he had a lot to drink to have to deal with them.

they just weren’t the type of people he enjoyed being around anymore, and when they show up unannounced and uninvited it made it difficult to avoid any longer.

“y/n was here, she left you something on your desk” lyla said as miguel approached. “y/n is here?” he instantly perked up, looking around, he had missed you so so much.

“she was, she said she looked for you but couldn’t find you so she went home” miguel frowned, normally you would wait in his office, but you mustve been tired.

“thanks lyla” he said, before making his way into his office, he walked over to his desk, smile making its way onto his face as he saw the takeout box, he looked down, picking up the pieces of paper, spa trips, together.

he felt himself relax more immediately, knowing he would be able to get that quality time with you after not being with you for so long.

he couldn’t wait to get home.

you had come to the ultimate decision after a few hours, if miguel thought you were so clingy, you would give him space, but the idea of being in the same house as him made your stomach churn, how could you look at him while knowing he thinks youre too clingy and annoying.

so you right a quick note, and leave it on the fridge with a magnet, taking fresh close, and leaving.

the note wasn’t a lie, everything on it was true, the only difference is, if you hadn’t heard what miguel said, you wouldve declined.

when miguel got home, he was disappointed not to see you straight away. he absolutely hated being away from you, he missed hugging you, and kissing you, and hearing your voice and seeing you smile.

he called out your name but couldn’t hear a response. he quickly went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, noticing the note on the fridge, which wasn’t there before.

‘im sorry i couldn’t see you, mom called and said that dad had gotten worse and they still needed more help, so i got some new clothes and stuff and i’ll probably be home in a week or so, ill still show up to work because i know this is an extra week away, but ill be there, i just wont be home, i tried to look for you at the HQ, but couldn’t find you. the spa tickets with go out of date in a week, so you can find someone else to go with, im sorry”

be safe

y/n’

he frowned, feeling his stomach fill with a unfamiliar feeling, that he couldn’t explain. while he hoped your dad was okay, he missed his wife, so insanely much and he wanted nothing more than to hold you.

he reread the letter, noticing you didn’t add your ‘i love you spider boy’ at the bottom like you normally do on every note you right. he assumes you were in a rush.

he will see you tomorrow, at work.

you shouldve come to miguels office by now, he thinks. it’s almost noon and you come in at least a couple times a day just to sit and talk, but you haven’t, he hasn’t seen you, but he knows you’re there.

and lunch he decides to find you himself.

you feel a soft hand on your back, looking behind you, and up, you see miguel, you stiffen immediately. “hey bonita.” he mutters softly, “hey” you reply, moving away from his touch but you make it seem like youre just waiting to get the next food item.

“missed you” he says, wrapping his arms around you, from behind. you want to reply and tell him how much you miss him but you don’t. as you get the next food, miguel releases you from his arms, you face him.

“hows your dad?” he asked softly. “i think he is okay” you reply. miguel frowns, you don’t see happy to see him — but you have a lot going on, maybe youre just stressed.

“do you want to come have lunch in my office, missed talking to you” he says softly, grabbing your hand. “im sorry miguel, i promised jess id sit with her” you say, miguel frowns. “its alright, ill see you later?” he says, placing a kiss on your forehead. “sure- maybe” you mutter. “i love you” he says, but you just walk away, he tells himself you just didn’t hear him.

he doesn’t see you later that day.

the rest of the week is the same, you avoid him, always busy, doing something. he can’t help to feel like there’s something bigger.

he hears the front door open, late saturday night, he instantly perked up. for you, the last week has been filled with self doubt and hatred. finding it impossible to get out of your own head. youre mother had to actually kick you out, to get you to go home.

“baby?” miguel calls out as he leaves his office, he sees you in the door way, duffle bag over your shoulder. “hey” you say, as you continue walking to the bedroom to unpack your stuff.

“y/n” he says as you avoid his touch once more. “miguel” you say in the same tone, he follows you to the bedroom.

“whats going on?” he asks softly, wanting nothing more then to fix what he had done. “miguel.” you say, almost in a way that screams i dont want to talk about it.

“i know its more then just your dad, whats going on, what did i do wrong?” he asks, desperate for an answer. you run your hands through your hair.

“nothing miguel” you say. he frowns. “stop calling me that” he says.

“stop calling you your name?” you ask, sitting on the bed, looking up at him, you looked so tired miguel almost dropped it. “you never call me my name, its always baby or my love what did i do” he is desperate.

“oh sorry, am i being annoying?” you ask, miguel raised his eyebrow at your tone, “what do you mean?” he asks, pure confusion.

you shake your head. “i heard you miguel, in the bar with your friends, who obviously hate me. “im too clingy and annoying right?”

miguel feels a punch to his gut, but its not physical. “baby - no - no no no” he says, trying to grab your hands, but you pull them away.

“stop- miguel. i can leave you alone, i can stop following you around, and talking so much all the time”

“no don’t stop, please don’t stop” he is stressing, he fucked up and bad and he was losing you and he was panicking, “i love when you follow me and i love hearing you talk, i promise- i swear i do”

“obviously not”

“y/n- please just hear me out”

“i asked you so many times if i was too clingy or annoying and you said no, every single time and said you loved it, my biggest insecurity miguel- and you hate it, and you lied to me and said that you didn’t, but also talked about me behind my back, you’re supposed to be my husband” you say, shaking your head.

“i am your husband- i didn’t lie to you- i don’t- i dont hate it at all, i love it, i really do i love when youre close to me and i fucking hate when youre not” he says.

“stop miguel- i heard what you said”

“baby i was out of my mind drunk, you know why you have never met them, because i fucking hate them, i let them influence me every fucking time. they had been riling me up about going soft all fucking day since they arrived and i needed them to stop, im sorry, im so sorry i said it, i didn’t mean it, i didn’t mean any of it and im sorry.”

you frown, you do believe him, he had told you about these friends before and how they always have a way of getting to him before he can even stop it, and they weren’t important to him.

but you we’re still hurt.

“miguel- i need time” you say, he shakes his head, “youve had a week, please just stay home, stay with me and we can fix this”

“i know we can fix this miguel- im just extremely tired right now and i don’t want to be mean” you say, laying in the bed, on your side facing him.

“im sorry, im so so so sorry” he says, getting into bed next to you. “please forgive me, bonita, i miss you clinging to me so so so much, i miss having you in my arms and kissing your lips, hearing you laugh- i cant lose you.”

you sigh, half asleep as you listen to him. “you won’t miguel” you say.

the words linger on your tongue before you open your mouth, “im pregnant miggy” you say, before falling asleep.

when you wake up, you look to your side at the digital clock, gasping when you realise youre three hours late at the HQ, whats worse, is that miguel is in bed next to you, staring at the ceiling also late to work.

“miguel- we are so late” you mutter, sitting up. but miguel doesn’t move. “miguel- get up,” you say, ��we’re not going, i called us in sick” he says, little emotion in his tone. “what- miguel what?” you shake your head.

“you’re pregnant” you forgot what you said last night in the last moment before falling asleep. “oh- miggy- i can still go in- so can you”

“you didn’t tell me” he muttered, frowning. “how long have you known?” he asks, you frown. “two weeks, im a month in.” you say softly.

“i came to the HQ, the day i came back.. i left the test in your draw but i guess you didn’t see it.” you say softly.

“we’re having a baby” he says, before he smiles. “we are having a baby, our baby.” you smile seeing his face.

“im sorry miguel, i shouldn’t have avoided you” you mutter, miguel shakes his head “no- you don’t apologise. im sorry, im so so so sorry that i said all that shit and let them get to me, im sorry i made you believe it.”

[jogetsobsessed]

Hi! I saw your requests are open, I would like to request with paul with fem!reader if you're interested. Some agnst with paul's anger issues, like they argue and he lost it and hurt reader she's gonna have a scar like a reminder for it. But with fluff in the end?

It's okay if you don't want to, I give it a try! Have a lovely day/night!😊 (English not my first sorry if it doesn't make sense)

The car swerved across the faded yellow lines as more and more tears began to cloud your vision. The pain that was radiating across the left side of your body was paralyzed, and while all you wanted to do was curl into a ball underneath your covers and disappear from the world you knew you couldn't. You weren't really planning on bleeding out tonight. 

Blindly you turned off the road, tires rolling a bit to gain traction once they hit the gravel road. Low-hanging branches were narrowly missed as you charged up the driveway, praying that they wouldn't care about your car spraying gravel everywhere. 

Slowly you put the car into park, grimacing as your body minorly twisted. Heavy breaths left your lips as you gathered the strength to push the door open. You didn't know how long you were actually sitting there in your parked car because every second felt like a month. 

But you could make out the car door clicking open, feeling it softly pull away from where your body was slouched against it. Worried murmurs were all you could make out, as your own breathing was all you could hear in your cloudy eardrums. 

Your body was lifted from the seat, which was easy considering you were already curling into a ball and hadn't bothered to put a seatbelt on. The frigid skin you were pressed against was such a stark contrast from what you were used to being pulled against that it only added to the shock you were in. 

Concerned faces stared down at you, like patrons at a zoo. If you were competent you would have hated this, hating being looked at as weak. But now isn't the time for ego fragility. 

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You woke up two days later. 

Laying in one of the Cullens guest rooms you slowly opened your eyes listening for the familiar sounds of the pack, only to be met with radio silence. You had been confused at first, but once you noticed your left arm bandaged everything slowly came rushing back to you. The physical pain of your newly stitched arm mashing with the emotional heartache that you were feeling was overwhelming. 

It was sometime around then when the Cullens made themselves known. The comforting presence of Esme and Alice soothed you slightly as you bit back the waterfalls of tears that no doubt would be released the second you stepped foot behind the solitude of your own home. 

You had to practically get down on your knees and beg Carlisle to let you leave, he wanted you to stay for observation but you needed to get out of there. 

He let you go on the condition that one of his children drive you home, Edward volunteering so Bella would be able to get you inside your house and help you settle in. 

“Y/N are you sure you are good to be by yourself? You can come back to mine, Charlie wouldn't mind”, she was genuine for once, it looked good on Bella. 

“Bell’s as much as I love your dilf of a father, I really just want to be alone”

Her laugh was soft and brought a smile to your face. The two of you hadn't always got along but the both of you realized along the way that having an ally in the girlfriends of supernatural beings club was beneficial. Different struggles took place, but she was easier to relate to than someone like Jessica. 

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Bella hadn't been gone for more than an hour when you heard the banging on your front door. Panic shot through you at first. You were lounging in your living room, your brain foggy from sleep and the pain medication Carslile had been kind enough to prescribe for you. 

You felt vulnerable, which was something that you weren't used to, since you normally had your protective presence around you.    

It wasn't stopping, only getting louder and more urgent. 

So in a great effort, you pulled yourself up from the couch, hobbling towards the door. Glancing through the peephole you saw the one person that could stop your breath every single time. 

Even when you thought you hated him, he still had the same effect on you. 

He heard the lock click and pushed the door open, barely giving you enough time to move out of the way. 

Instantly his arms were on yours, as he looked you over. He was visibly wincing at the sight of your heavily bandaged arm. 

“Why are you here Paul?”, the swooning effect was gone, and all the emotions that you had been harboring were coming forward. 

“God Y/N, I was coming to see you, there's no reason to be so hostile”. 

“Hostile, I am being hostile? Paul, I have every reason to be hostile. Last time we were in the same room it didn't exactly end well”, you yelled gesturing towards the bandage. 

He was at a loss for words. 

He opened his mouth and started to speak but nothing came out. 

You couldn't bear to look at him. The look of absolute regret and sadness was shattering your heart. His soft cries were the final straw for you. 

Collapsing on the couch you placed your head in your hands sobbing, shaking your entire body. 

No matter how much you had cried since the incident you still had so much emotion over it.  

He mirrors your actions, falling down next to you. 

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“I don't know how I will ever make this up to you. It's not excusable, but I just don't know what came over me”. 

You knew that it wasn't excusable. He had come home and made an over-pack business. You had been cleaning the kitchen, completely minding your own business. But when he burst through the door, he made his business your business. 

You had asked him what was wrong and received no response. He stomped through the house and out the back door. Something came over you and you followed him. In hindsight, you don't know why you did. But once you got out back you saw him throwing stuff into the woods, clearly not caring about breaking anything. 

It was then that you yelled at him to knock it off and act like an adult, not a three-year-old throwing a tantrum. 

Within an instant you were lying on your back, the wind completely knocked out of your lungs. 

“Dr. Cullen said that it could have been worse. Only the upper portion is going to scare. He was able to stitch the lower part tightly enough”. 

“Y/N, every single day I am going to make this up to you if you let me. The scar… it's going to be a reminder that I have to try harder and that I have to be better”. 

“You have to prove it to me Paul. We are not going to just go back to how we are. We need to work past this. But I know we can”. 

“Thank you Y/N. I love you so much and please believe me that I will make it up to you”. 

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There wasn't much fluff at the end, sorry. Let me know if you want a pt 2 potentially to get the full amount of fluff.

[thesovereignsring-if]

Family members and RO'S reaction to MC on their death bed. Bring out the angst.

5 am agnst let’s goooooooo! I’ve been thinking about this long and hard. I didn’t know how to answer this for a while, but I think I know how now. Hahaha 😝

Finny: Crazy crying mess. He’d be in denial. He’d lash out and think there were be a way to fix things- until he can’t. Then he’d cry and curse the gods and then try to do everything he can for the MC, just so that he could spend as much time as he can with them. Instead of dying in bed, Finny would take the MC outside somewhere petty and meaningful to both of them. Probably a flower field if some sort and then he’d hold the MC and quietly cry as they pass on.

Thea: Would sit down and bring the box of letters she exchanged with the MC as children. She’d read them out loud and explain her thoughts at the time and what was going on in her life. When she’s done, she then pull out all the letter’s she never sent. The ones where all her real feelings are written. She’ll promise to write more even after the MC passes on because the love she has for them is timeless.

Linnet: She’d put up a front. She’s try her hardest to keep it together so that the MC can pass on without troubles or regrets. She’d put a front right until it’s time to say goodbye, then she’d be a mess. She’d confess all her affections, all her worries and regrets…but also how much she admires and appreciates the MC. She start talking about all the things she’s grateful for and she’d thank the MC for being alive and loving her. She promise to look after Alberich and Sieg for them and asks them to wait for her in the afterlife with a pinkyswear.

Medea: She’d cook the MC’s last meal and make sure it’s all their favorite things. She’d make sure they’re comfortable and have everything and anything they wanted. Then when it’s time to go, she’ll be honest with her feelings for the first and last time. She’d talk about her hopes and dreams-the ones she wanted to share with the MC and then say goodbye. But, if the MC was in any kind of pain, I’d think she’d be the one to ‘let them go’ peacefully. She’d want to do it with her own hands. Afterwards, I don’t think the MC would be alone for long.

Helios: Nobody would be able to find Helios. They’d think Helios dipped and abandoned the MC, but in truth, Helios would sneak in once the MC is alone and simply lie in bed with them. They’d want to try and imprint the feeling of the MC in their arms, remember every little detail, every little imperfection, the warmth and the smell. Afterwards, they’d have a tattoo of a little swan (the family sigil) right on their heart. A momento of their lover.

Eirik would be in denial. He’d try fighting the reality of the situation, he’d yell for a doctor or anyone to help the MC. But when he realizes there’s nothing he can do- he’ll break. The facade falls and Eirik becomes honest with this feelings for the first time. He’d be pathetic and beg the MC not to die and leave him alone. He’d finally say something along the lines of ‘I love you’. he’ll even be honest and say he might not be able to move on from this loss. Afterwards, he’d buildt a whole ship in memory of the MC.

Alberich: If Al had his way, I think he’d want to have some alone time with the MC. He’d pull up a chair and get their favorite book out and read, just like he would when they were children. He’ll hold off the tears and read the entire book until the MC ‘falls asleep’. Before breaking down and crying.

Sieghardt: I don’t think h’d show up, not unless someone forces him to. The idea of out living his youngest sibling and not being there for a majority of their live would eat at him to the point where he thinks he doesn’t deserve that spot on the bedside. Once the MC passes, he’d visit the their tombstone every single chance he gets. I don’t think he’d ever recover from the grief.

[zoi3e]

BEST INTREST

"if it's you and other, it's no need to worry, cause I can sleep between you."

dazai osamu x reader

warnings: agnst, hurt no comfort, song fic, unrequited love, dazai feeling guilty, implied female reader but no pronouns, reader is engaged someone un-named, suggestive implications, suicide implied (only at the end), reader is only with un-named person due to a forced marrige, death.

everything was great. it was only june in yokohama, yet it was so hot. especially more in this alley. well it'd probably be less hot with dazai's hands and mouth being all over you. he was always so clingy. but today he seemed more...well, off. he still was all over you whenever he could find a opening to pull you into some dingy alleyway. yet he seemed to drift off into his mind more often. he was so close yet so distant.

"darling, darling, darling, there's no need to worry! it's just a couple things in my brain, you know?"

originally, when one of your colleagues confessed to you, you had no answer. you were engaged at supposed to get married that summer to some rich business man who was from tokyo. not messing around with your senior colleague at a random job you got as a intern at a agency. in fact, he knew you were engaged with the ring on your finger. yet somehow you accepted. no one knew. but you were fine with that. he could sleep in between you and him. you didn't mind.

"if it's you and other, it's no need to worry, cause I can sleep between you."

"you know it won't work out. your just going to make things worse, they'll stay waiting for something that will never be between you unless you end it." is what ranpo told him. it itched at him all day. anytime he'd pull your hand into that alleyway and try to make himself feel better and distract himself by planting small kisses all over your neck and face. it just didn't work.

"i'm a third wheeler. i'm a side better. i'm a homewrecker. give it up."

he loved you. truly he did. but he was just a leech on your side. your smart, and yet somehow to him he's manipulated you self-consciously to make you feel as if this can stay. this can be. he wanted this so damn bad. but he knew some random detective who barely makes enough to get by himself would never be good enough for you.

"i can play the side (-) role easy, but not for too long. i'm the side (-) i gotta sneak around and hide with you. i wanna see you, give me five minutes. paparazzi probably like five pictures."

"but i just want you!" "i know, but we can't keep doing this. i can't just ruin your whole future you've built darli-" "just get out osamu!"

"don't want to fuck what you've got up. i would never blow your spot up. i know my place, i'm the landlord. i'll carry the weight till my hands sore. i can't keep doing this."

it was the day before the wedding. you couldn't take it anymore. you couldn't have dazai, but you just wanted to have freedom. even if you had to die to obtain it. you stared at the contact name on your phone screen. "osmau♡" you tapped the call button.

"dazai-kun. i think i want to take you up on that offer." .... "yes. 10? at the main docks?"

beep. beep. the sound of hospital machines beeped in dazai's ears. he opened his eyes, only to find yosano.

"...(name)..." he gasped out. his throat burns from how much salt water he took in when they jumped in hand in hand. she shook her head no. my heart hurts.

"i'll keep your best interest."

i kinda just used yōzō's story with him dying and his lover surviving for this lol.

the song is BEST INTEREST by Tyler, the Creator. I really like his music. anyways if you couldn't tell reader and dazai died together. yippee!

anways. have a good day, drink some water and don't do anything written in this fic. xoxo

[annymation]

Could you write an agnst scene inspired by this sketch please 👉👈?(no pressure of course)

ALED YOU’RE SO EVIL!!!

I’ve taught you well >:3

And yes I will GLADLY write something extra angsty for this! Hope I can make the illustration justice!

TW: Blood, character death.

It was cold.

The atmosphere was chilling in the deep dark woods of Rosas, but it wasn't the common weather of the night, there was something different. It was quiet, ominous, even the animals could feel something was coming, and perhaps that's because of the wishing star currently hiding from the evil sorcerer king.

So far, all Aster's attempts of stealing the magic staff failed miserably, at this point, the star boy is getting quite frustrated, and so was the king.

"I don't know about you, but I'm getting quite fed up by this game of tag, little one" Magnifico sensed Aster's presence nearby, he didn't even raise his voice, knowing the star could hear him. The king chuckled darkly as he walked through the woods "So how about you just come out and fight me like a man?"

Aster was hanging on a tree, far away from the king's line of sight. They smiled, for that comment just gave the star an idea on how to get under the king's nerves some more.

"I'm not a man though" Aster chimed in from the tree tops, his voice echoing all around.

The king didn't know where the voice was coming from as it seemed to come from all sides, but he could tell by the overconfidence in the star's tone that they were trying to throw him off his focus

"Well, yeah I know Bu-"

"I'm a star" Aster interrupted with a child like playfulness in his voice

"... Sure- But that's not my po-"

"This whole gender thing humans have going on is so weird honestly"

Magnifico could practically hear Aster's smirk, which peeved the evil king even more

"Listen here boy-"

"Not a boy heh eheheh" Aster giggled

"SHUT UP! UGH YOU ROTTEN BRAT!" The king was on his last nerve, much to Aster's delight

(Fun fact, this is a deleted scene I wanted to include in KOW to emphasize Aster is nonbinary (He/They). But the scene didn't fit, so I'm glad I can recycle it here)

Aster smiles victorious, but the king's next statement caught him off guard "You think you can beat me by vexing?! HA! This is not a battle of wits, lad! It’s a battle of strength, something you clearly lack!”

Lack strength? Why? Because he can’t hurt others? That’s not a weakness, Aster knows that, to inflict pain on others doesn’t make you strong, it just makes you cruel. Aster knows very well that strength comes from many places, and he’d NEVER be “strong” the way Magnifico is.

“I’ve got plenty of strength, actually” Aster claimed wisely “I’m strong in the ways that matter. Strong to care, to keep trying, and to trust my friends even if all odds are against us…” a smile grows as Aster thinks of yet another remark to throw at the king “Also, you’re one to talk hehheh without that magic staff you’d be as strong as any average nobody”

Oh, Magnifico was officially pissed off. He wanted to wipe that smile off the star’s face in any way possible… And Aster’s comment about “friends” just gave him an idea

“Oh yeees, your friends, of course… All 7 of them huh?” The king had an wicked smile as he casually brought up the 7 teens

“Yup! All sev-“ Aster stops himself onde realization hit him like a truck… “W-wait… How did yo-“

“If I were you, I’d be more careful with who I place my trust” Magnifico’s eyes scanned the trees above, trying to spot any glimpse of yellow light that could be Aster hiding. His wicked smile only grew as he noted the star’s silence, that was exactly the reaction he wanted “For example, trusting that the son of my most loyal knight wouldn’t spill your plans? Tsk tsk tsk not very strategic~”

“… Simon?” Aster muttered in a shaky whisper

The king and queen knew their plan?… So that means-

“Asha!”

Aster quickly jumped from the tree branch he was hiding, revealing his location to the king. But Magnifico had no time to capture the star, no, in the blink of an eye Aster was already flying towards the castle, leaving the sorcerer all alone in the dark woods

“……….. *sigh* Cursed be my monologuing mouth” Magnifico sighs in frustration as he began flying with his magic, back to the castle he calls home.

Aster flew faster than the wind itself, the usual optimistic star had his head filled with worst case scenarios of what Asha and the others could be going through. What if Magnifico set up a trap? Or what if the guards caught them?? Or even worse, what if the QUEEN caught them???

No no no. Aster can't think like that, Asha has a magic pencil and her sketchbook after all, she can handle herself without him just fine... Right?

Aster reached the top of the tower, and upon entering though the window, he was met with a shocking sight

Asha and Queen Amable were dueling with swords, Asha using a hand drawn one, while Amaya used one made of metal, that was strikingly sharp.

Aster instinctively called out to her

"ASHA!"

Aster doesn't know why they just did that.

Neither of the two women had noticed his presence before that scream.

Aster could've disarmed Amaya.

Aster could've just moved Asha out of the way.

There were so many things the star could've done...

But he chose to scream.

Making Asha lose her focus.

She took her eyes out of Amaya for one second, turning to the source of her lover's voice.

One second was all Amaya needed.

S L A S H

Asha didn't even have time to speak a word...

The piercing blade cut right through her heart.

The star did not move.

It was like time itself had stopped for him, and deep down, Aster wished it'd stay frozen. They didn't want this nightmare to keep going.

But it kept going, once the queen swiftly pulled the sword out of the girl, her wide smile was reminiscent of a crescent moon.

Once the sword left her body, Asha fell to the ground like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

Aster finally felt movement return to their limbs, as he caught her in his arms just before she hit the floor. His protective embrace was so firm it was like he was trying to keep her from falling apart... She didn't hug him back.

"A-... As-ter" She croaked in agony, barely able to breathe and let alone speak, as she felt her body grow weaker and her mind become hazy.

"I'M HERE! I-IT'S OKAY! Yo-you're okay!" The star's panicked screams made Asha flinch, with everything sounding even louder in her head. Aster realized that, and with an wavering voice they try to comfort her "I'm sorry... I- I'm here with you now, just keep breathing-"

Aster's soothing words were muffled by the queen's sickening cackle, followed by an heartless rebuttal of the star's whispers

"Oh something tells me she won't "keep breathing" for much longer, dearie" there was no sign of pity or remorse behind those eyes, just sadistic mirth as she watched the girl's violet dress slowly turn crimson.

If only looks could kill. Aster tear filled eyes glared at Amaya like he wanted her to catch on fire, much like the burning flames that was set ablaze on his forever moving hair.

But even with all that rage, the star tried to ignore the older woman. Asha needed him now. They turned to look at her face and-

...

Her eyes no longer had that spark Aster fell in love with...

There was no glimmer of light...

No sign of life at all...

She was gone.

...

Aster just kept staring at Asha's vacant expression, his eyes wide and pupils shrunken. The star held onto her lifeless body carefully, shaky hands still caressing her hair as if she could still feel it.

Amaya just walked away from the two of them, a victorious smile plastered on her face, as she admired her own reflection on the now blood stained blade in her hands. She sat on a comfortable velvety chair in the study, to wait for her king's return.

She was not at all afraid of the literal star in the room, after all, her husband assured her they were harmless, a being literally incapable of hurting or killing anyone. So she was eager to just sit and cruelly watch and make fun of the boy's misery.

Aster was oh so aware that he couldn't hurt her... But he wanted to.

The young star could already hear the stars above, calling for him. They were watching through the open window, urging him to just leave, go back to the sky, accept he failed to save Asha but he can at least save Rosas by not letting the king capture him... But Aster didn't want to run.

He recalled an old song he heard once, a song that old stars sang when they were on their last dying breaths. The other stars always said he should never repeat that song in his young age, otherwise he'd be a danger to those around... But that's exactly what Aster wanted to be right now.

And so... Aster began to sing it.

(........... In case you don't know what this song is about, hi, welcome to the madness that is my rewrite, and HERE is a blog about some AUs I made. Go read it and skip straight to the "Aster turns himself into a blackhole" part to learn what this is all about, cause' I'll actually skip the whole Aster morphing into a blackhole bit, sorry, but basically same thing that happened in that AU blog happens here: He sings, slowly goes crazy and creepy, Amaya has her soul sucked out of her yaaaay let's move on)

Magnifico was pretty much sprinting on air as he used his magic to make himself levitate to the castle, it was a shame that his magic limited him to only fly as fast as he could run.

"*huff* *puff* Ough I'm too old for this" The king was panting as he reached the tower's window, his head lowered as he attempted to catch his breath, but he still chimed in to cheerfully call his wife "Darling I'm home~ heheh I trust you've given our little star a warm wel-"

The king shuts up with a gasp stuck on his throat. For once, he was speechless.

Asha's body was laying on the ground, that was to be expected, it's by far the least shocking thing in the room for him.

What truly made his world shatter was witnessing his queen laying lifeless on the floor, it was clear she was not breathing. The pain in his blue sky eyes ran so deep one could even feel sorry for him, but there was no one in the room to care about his tears...

For the only living thing in the room had no mercy left to give.

"So, your highness" the former star uttered the tittle with sarcasm, as he walked around Amaya's corpse, his pitch-black eyes stared at her almost as if they were admiring their own work. And he kept not making eye contact with the king as he asked "Is this strong enough for ya?"

It was cold.

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Very proud of how this one turned out, thank you @uva124 for the inspiration!

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[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

A fic where Chappell and gn!reader are in an established relationship and lately reader is coming home at some very late hours, tiree, Chappell thinks reader is cheating but turns out they are just working on a club, dancing on it for money. Chappell fucks some sense into reqder for making her think the worst?

Deffo inspired by Pink Poney Club

Also lowkey inspired by glee brody cough coug

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Always and Only You

|| Chappell Roan x gn!reader

|| Warnings; smut, dom chappell, bottom reader, reader eating out chappell, chappell slaps reader, chappell edging reader, slight choking, possessive chappell, uses of strap with reader receiving, rough chappell, cheating mentions, swearing, arguing, chappell thinks reader is cheating, anxiety mentions, long fic, agnst/smut

|| Summary; when reader comes home late, Chappell thinks the worst but quickly learns that wasn't the case. So she fucks reader for scaring her.

Requests open!

Started; october 22nd

Finished; october 23rd

Reblogs, comments and likes all really help and are very much appreciated! Thank you if you do🫶

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3:36am. The glowing numbers lit up the room, taking all of Chappell's focus as she sprawled in the empty bed. Wondering where the hell you were. This was the seventh night in the last few weeks where you've not been home until well into the morning. Where were you? Her thoughts strayed, the combination of anxiety and lack of sleep getting to her. Were you cheating? That wouldn't be right, it couldn't be. Deep down Chappell knew you weren't a cheater. But she had to look at the facts. Any time she does get to see you, you seem tired. Like you aren't listening to her. As though your mind was elsewhere. Probably thinking about someone else. That's not even mentioning the late nights and long evenings without you.

The door opened. Chappell checked the clock again, 3:45am. She looked back to see your tired form at the door. Slouching forwards as you let yourself fall into the bed. A small whimper leaving your lips as you touched the blankets. Feeling the softness cushion you. God you needed that. Your feet were killing you.

Chappell sat up, taking in the sight of you. She sighed and folded her arms over her chest, fully planning the argument in her head. Down to the last detail so she could have all her points ready to confront you," Y/N." Her tone was sharp, getting your attention almost immediately.

"Huh..?" You were tired, confused. No idea why your girlfriend seemed so upset with you.

"That's what I get? 'Huh'?" Chappell raised an eyebrow," do you have any idea what fucking time it is?"

"Um..." You looked to the clock, then back at your girlfriend," 3;48? I know it's late, baby I'm-"

"Don't you dare apologize. So who is it?" That left you confused. Who was who? What was she- oh shit. She thought you were cheating.

You quickly sat up and kissed her, feeling her slowly melt against you. Returning the kiss, you prayed she could feel everything you did right now. How much you loved her. Breaking the kiss, you held eye contact." You." You assured her, hand coming up to cup her cheek." Always and only you."

Chappell met your eyes. She knew you weren't lying, she'd have to be blind to think you were. She took a breath, trying to calm herself down so she could hear you out." So then...?"

"A club, baby-" You saw the frustration rise in her again and quickly added," that I'm working at. Working. Promise. I'm a dancer and the hours are absolutely insane."

That relaxed her." You're such a dumbass. Don't fucking do that to me again."

You laughed a little and nodded," I'm sorry, baby." Your lips met hers, taking her into another kiss. This time her lips moved more fiercely, her hand coming up to grip your chin and pull you closer. Making you moan as you felt her nails dig into her skin.

"Chappell-" You gasped, but she didn't let you speak. Shushing you with another bruising kiss.

"No talking. Get on your knees, you're going to give me a proper apology."

"Yes, ma'am." You murmured, easily following her instructions. Getting down on your knees, facing Chappell as she positioned herself at the edge of the bed. Her hand came up to grip your chin again as she looked down into your eyes.

"Safe word?" She asked, tone softer than a moment ago and you knew things were about to get intense. You could feel the heat starting to pool.

"Red?" You suggested and Chappell nodded, the look in her eyes becoming more dominant.

"Take my pants off." There was no room for arguments, not that you would argue with her anyways. You'd happily do anything this woman told you to do. You took her lower clothing layers off, then put your tongue to work.

Lapping at her folds and looking up into her eyes, making sure she was enjoying this. The way her eyes rolled, the moan that vibrated from her throat... gave you all the validation you needed. Chappell's hand came down and gripped your hair, pulling you in impossibly closer. "Don't fucking stop." Her other hand gripped the edge of the bed behind her until her knuckles turned ghostly white.

God, you could do this all day without getting tired of it. The taste, smell, the sounds she made... everything about it was just intoxicating to you. You could feel your own wetness soaking through your clothing. Removing a hand from her hip, you brought it down and slipped it into your pants. Rubbing your clit as you moaned into hers. The pace of your tongue moving just a little faster. Chappell noticed what you were doing and pulled you away, making you whimper as the warmth against your lips disappeared. Replaced with the cool bedroom air. Her eyes locked onto yours and she forced your hand to stop," Did I say you could jerk off?" A growl slipped through her tone. You slowly shook your head, she slapped your face and gripped your neck. Her hand pressing into your chin, forcing you to meet her eyes." You wait until I tell you to, pet. Got it?"

You nodded.

"Am I fucking clear?" She asked again, trying urge a specific reaction out of you before she got it herself.

You nodded and made a small whimper, that wasn't what she wanted.

"Use your words." Her grip only tightened, forcing a small gasp out of you. Your hand came up to her wrist.

"Y-yes-"

"Good." Was all she said before she pushed your face back into her folds. The intoxicating scent refilling your nose. Your tongue lapped her wetness, sucking and licking as much of it as you could. You felt as her hand tightened in your hair, a sign that she was close. "Fucking faster.." You didn't hesitate to meet her demand. Speeding up the pace of your tongue until she gripped your hair again, yanking it as her moans got louder. She was close. So damn close. If she could just get a little more... the moment you added a finger she came undone. Coating your mouth in her cum. You lapped it up then looked at her, silently asking permission to pull away. She let you and laid back, pulling you on top of her. "Who do you belong to?"

"You.." You murmured, watching as her chest lifted and sank. Then repeated.

"Mm.." She nodded, resting a hand to your chin." Go get the strap for me, pet." The mention of the strap made you feel an ache in your lower regions. You easily obeyed the command, getting off from her and going through the desk drawer. Taking a glance at the clock, it was nearing 4;15am. This would be a long sleepless night. Luckily, you didn't have work tomorrow and neither did Chappell. So it wasn't much of an issue.

Strap in hand, you returned to your girlfriend and straddled her hips. Her hands came up and gripped your sides, feeling the fabric of your clothes and rolling it through her fingers. Making a tsk sound. "Take these off." You lifted your shirt, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor. Then your bra, followed by your underwear and pants. Chappell's eyes shamelessly trailed your body, taking in the sight as she licked her lips. "Lay down on your back for me." Her hand gave you a small slap on the ass, sending a shiver through your body and gasp out your mouth. Chappell smirked as you laid down.

The singer switched positions with you, now straddling your hips as she tightened the strap around herself. Making sure it was snug. Chappell grabbed some lube from the same drawer as the strap. Squeezing the liquid into her hand, she rubbed into both her palms before massaging it onto the silicone dick. She leaned forward, giving you a bruising kiss as she prepped the strap.

Your lips moved against hers, hands coming up and cupping her cheeks. Trying to bring her closer to you. Though before you could get even close to enough, Chappell pulled away. Her hand rested on your hip, palm pressed down in just the right spot to enhance the sensations for you. Chappell's eyes locked to yours, silently asking if you were ready for her. When you nodded, she inserted herself. Slowly at first to allow you to adjust to the size. Your hands gripped the sheets as your back arched, mouth open before you bit your lower lip." F-fuck... Chappell..."

"You're going to take all of me." She muttered, pushing a little harder now to get the last of it in. Once you were full of her, Chappell's hand came and rested on your stomach. Feeling where the end of the silicone was. A smirk formed on Chappell's lips and she pulled back before snapping her hips forwards. A loud moan fell from your lips. She repeated the action, only harder this time to get an even louder sound from you. "You're never going to scare me like that again, do you understand? You're mine. And only mine." All you could do was nod, mind only focused on the size of her as she pumped in and out of you. Moving her hips relentlessly until you finally came undone.

You couldn't form a single thought as you laid in bed, arms stretched out to the sides. Chappell got you cleaned up before she laid down next to you, gentle as she moved you into her arms." You did so good for me, baby." Her thumb brushed your hips, trailing gentle circles." So so good.." The two of you stayed like that for a while, just trying to collect yourselves. Only to fall asleep in each other's arms with 4;56 on the clock.