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headcanon: dick actually prefers wearing baggy clothes in public and is way more comfortable in them because nobody comments on his body when heâs not in form-fitting outfits
and it sucks because he actually really enjoys wearing form-fitting outfits and feels good in them, but any time he does people stare or catcall or even grope him and he just. canât handle that after everything
plus the villains kissing him as nightwing thing has gotten so bad that heâs genuinely considering getting a mask that covers the lower half of his face
#i have a lot of feelings about him okay#dick grayson#dc comics#nightwing#dc stop having characters sexually harass nightwing challenge#these are not fun hcs#moreso âhow i think these things would affect himâ#dick not even feeling comfortable wearing skinny jeans in public.#dc i am coming for you#cuz the amount of times that heâs harassed and objectified etc is ridiculous!!#and it would definitely affect him!!!!#heâs shown to be visually uncomfortable with it! multiple times!#and is also canonically a SA/rape survivor!!#dc writers i will find you.#cw sa mention#when in costume around people he is constantly on edge#except his family and friends ofc#but even in a mask and armor he feels less safe than he would in a hoodie and sweats#anywayyyyy#yeah i cant stop thinking about him again#the Grayson writers specifically i will hunt down and kill one by one#in my head this started with me thinking about amab nonbinary dick grayson#and then i was like#yeah cuz heâs woman coded so it makes sense which brought me to WHY heâs women coded#(because heâs just as sexualized and objectified as them)#iâve literally never seen any other male character treated this way. just dick grayson#ok sorry iâm rambling
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I love reading your replies and brainrot tags! It motivates me a lot and I will keep drawing for this! Thank you so much đ baby!Bradley will be such a cutie! He likes baby!Jake but doesn't want to admit it gshags, I keep wondering who can be Bond then my friend said Hondo and omg inagine a big doggo, so huggable đ· icemav chemistry remains the same hahaha with Mav and his horrible cooking and Ice being a perfect husbando đ· both love their little family! (Also imagine Cyclone in a tennis battle with Mav and witnesses him cut a tennis ball into pieces lol)
NGHNSFHJGFAHJf oh my GODDD hondo as bond is so cute wtf đ„și am LIVING for this, he does have such huggable energy and he and mav would still have that friendship that transcends human and dog communicationâŠ
NOT CYCLONE AS FIONA THOUGH you are such an evil genius for that, i canât get the mental image of cyclone in an ugly wig and tennis dress out of my head now đ god help me
#also i just realized when i was ranting in your tags that i mixed up who is on the westalian side and who would be on the ostanian side LOL#anyway i cant possibly imagine who would be yuri in this case đ nobody likes mav enough to be that insane over him except ice LMFAO#maybe goose could be like. a non-incest version of yuri. maybe you could combine the blackbells with yuri to make the bradshaws#goose could be mavâs extremely overbearing best friend/older brother who is constantly checking in on the family#to make sure that ice is measuring up as the perfect husband for mav bc he has extremely high standards for mavâs partners#and carole is his equally effusive wife who is constantly up in iceâs business because theyâre family which means no secrets between them#and sheâs a funky gossip who wants to know every intimate disgusting detail of their private lives as a married couple#only the best for mav ofc đ
#and bradley oh my god BRADLEY WOULD BE THE REAL YURI THOUGH#HEâS SIX YEARS OLD BUT SEES ICE AS COMPETITION FOR HIS FAVORITE UNCLE MAVâS ATTENTION#AND WILL NOT GIVE UP UNTIL ICE IS GONE#SO ICE HAS TO WIN HIM OVER BUT HE CANâT#and then bradley and jake could go to school together#so now on top of operation strix and befriending the enemy for world peace jake has to befriend bradley to keep him off iceâs back đ#and bradley doesnt like jake at first either LMAOO#thats all the brainworms i have right now but honestly switching it up and putting the bradshaws in yuriâs place would be so hilarious#hope you enjoy my thoughts đ#ask#reply#miichiyochin#miichiyochin-sideblog
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Worst Logan is probably so touch starved
oh absolutely!!!!! thank you wonderful anon for sharing bc youâve inspired this tiny drabble <3 extremely short but completely spurred on by my need to hug worst logan ty!
no warnings! just one use of slut by wade (ofc)
word count - around 1k
also, the song hear you me by jimmy eat world kept coming to me during this so! vibes maybe?
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Logan Howlett hates physical touch.
He hates the way people often go about trying to touch him, whether it be a brief tangle of fingers or a simple hug, he hates it.
Heâs not entirely sure where itâs stemmed from, especially considering that as a younger man, he didnât mind it. Maybe itâs because of the fact that people he cared for were always too far out of reach, leaving him a swirling mess filled with the aches that follow with unrequited feelings. Or, maybe its the fact that once heâd begun to open up to the people he considered family, heâd failed to protect them, only left to ruin their legacy with his destructive, lethal grief.
The reason doesnât matter, not really, because heâs okay with being alone, nursing copious amounts of whisky shots to numb his loud thoughts.
His plan of rotting away in a bar alone goes to shit the minute Wade shows up and drags him into the shit show heâd landed himself in.
And somehow, after everything settles down, he finds himself stuck in a new universe, living with far too many bodies in Wade's apartment. He wonders why he stayed to begin with, especially with the way Wade pisses him off like no other, but he knows. In the back of his mind, he knows that the group of people heâs come to know have weaseled their way inside his guarded heart. Knowing doesnât make it any easier to accept, though.
The red masked man often tells him he needs to get laid, get up and find someone to fix his grumpy, brooding act he has going on if heâs not going to let Wade do it himself (his words, not Loganâs).
And whenever he presses too much, Loganâs claws will unsheathe with that unmistakable snikt! before they dig into whatever limb of Wadeâs is closest.
People had caught on very early that Logan dislikes physical contact, so itâs an unspoken rule by everyone to not push the man. Well, everyone except Wadeâ the man has been impaled by adamantium far too many times and never learns. That, or he just likes the pain a little too much.
So, it comes to a surprise to everyone when Logan doesnât yell at you, sink his claws into a nearby surface in warning, or growl when you wrap the man in a hug the first time you meet him.
Itâs at some party thrown by Wadeâ purely an excuse for the man to see Vanessa under the guise of a celebration for his newest hair systemâ or whatever the fuck heâd rambled on about, Logan wasnât listening.
Heâd been on his way out, the ghost taste of whisky tingling his tongue as he plans to waste away at the closest bar, when he catches a glimpse of something akin to an angel.
That something is you.
Youâ in all your pretty glory, a beacon of light that glows through the entirety of the dull apartment with just a single smile. Hair frames your face with wisps that kiss rosy-painted cheeks as you laugh at something someone says. A floral dress sits atop of curves that will absolutely haunt his nights. The scent of you tickles his heightened sensesâ a swirl of vanilla and honey so sweet that he suppresses a groan.
Logan believes then and there youâre a princess, an angel, something ethereal and enchanting. He wonders then why youâre friends with Wade.
Heâs already speechless at the sight of you, wrapped up in thoughts, that he doesnât realize youâre suddenly in front of him until an obnoxious voice startles him from the depths of his mind.
âPeanut! How could you leave without saying hi to sweetness here? Horribly rude if you ask me.â
Under any normal circumstance, Logan wouldâve growled at the man before him, followed by a string of curses. However, heâs too occupied with his body thrumming at the sudden proximity and closeness to you.
âHi!â
Of course, it makes sense that your voice matches your looks; sweet and syrupy with an addictive lilt.
Before he can utter a poorly spoken sentence, his body goes rigid, every muscle within him immediately tense as an unfamiliar weight is on him.
âOh, peaches, you donât want to do that, Wolvie isnât much of a huggerââ Wadeâs warning comes too late, given the fact that youâre already wrapped around the man frozen in place.
And in an instant, the entire room is silent, because everyone here has witnessed Loganâs distaste when being touched, usually at the hands of Wade.
Loganâs body tingles with how still he isâ waiting for that awful feeling to consume every bit of him at the touch of another.
Except, the feeling never comes.
Oblivious, your arms squeeze Loganâs waist as you hug him tightly, head resting against his chest, where his heart hammers maddeningly.
Why is he resisting the urge to bury his nose in your hair?
âI just want to say thank you. I donât know how you did it, Wade wonât tell me. But I know you saved this universe and I couldnât be more grateful!â
And, what?
He's confused. Youâre speaking to him like youâve known him your whole life, and heâs not used to this. Heâs familiar with people regarding him with disgust or poorly conceived opinions, not this.
âI love my life, truly! My sweet little dog, my friends, my bakery, I couldnât imagine it being taken away quicker than a breath, so thank you, Logan. Thank you so much!â
Genuine gratefulness coats your rambled words; itâs s then Logan realizes that youâve pulled back, though your hands still rest causally on his hips, a kind smile gracing your face.
It also dawns on him that the dreaded feeling that often follows people touching him never came Instead, a pleasant tingle kisses the skin that your hands and body touched. Logan has never been more perplexed in his life.
The feel of you is taken away promptly, Wade yanking your body away from his and pulling you to his chest.
âSorry sweetness, but Logan isnât known for his love for hugs. He doesnât like people touching him, it doesnât end well. And, considering youâre you, I prefer you alive and healthy, not being turned into a human kabob.â
And at that, you feel horror fill you up, your heart sinking, face flushing.
Because oh my gosh, you never would have done that if you had known! but why did you anyway?! you always acted without thought and clearly it had caught up with you!
âIâm so, so unbelievably sorry! Iâ I didnât mean to cross boundaries or make you uncomfortable! Iâm soââ before you can ramble yourself into further embarrassment, a deep voice cuts you off.
âSâokay.â
The words are simple, quick. Yet, the delivery of them shakes every person in the room to their core. The implication isnât to be missedâ Logan has never reacted that way to being touched before.
Itâs quietâ the room watching with curiosity pooling their eyes and youâre filled to the brim with mortification. And then, the silence is gone when Wade gasps dramatically.
âPeanut, Iâm hurt! I thought we had something special, Iâve been playing the long game. And now thatâs ruined because some slut stole you away? With a hug? No offense, angel face, but Iâm feeling catty.â
His nonsense snaps you out of your head and you roll your eyes, muttering a âshut up!â before focusing on Loganâs face, the man currently glaring at Wadeâs face.
âLogan, Iâm so sorry. I really amââ
âDonât worry about it.â He says, but what he really wants to say is please donât be, your hug felt like home and didnât make me feel sick for the first time in a long, long time.
You smile, weariness still present. The way your pretty lips stretch into a tiny grin, at him no less, he knows heâs got to get out of there, or heâll spiral.
Youâre about to speak again, but he canât stop himself from following his instincts. He doesnât say anything else before practically running out the door, his breath only releasing once he's out of your presence.
And while the man is gulping down numbing alcohol, mind a whirlwind of confusion at himself and youyouyou, the apartment is loud due to Wade having a breakdown.
ââSeriously! I get a claw to the stomach anytime I get to close but you waltz in and suddenly Logan is all for touch? I feel cheated on.â
âWade, youâre completely overreacting. Maybe you shouldâve warned me! I made a complete idiot of myself!â You huff, pacing the tiny living room to expel the anxiety coiling in your abdomen.
âNo, baby. The only idiot is me for thinking heâd want me back!â Wade whines, dramatic as usual, and throws himself onto the couch, a move that lands himself in Vanessaâs lap. The woman pats his head in fake sympathy.
âWade! Shut up, oh my god! Heâs never gonna talk to me again!â
And unknowingly, both Logan and you are worrying yourselves sick about that damn hug and the spark that spread from your heart to his.
And maybe, just maybe, Logan doesnât hate touch after all.
#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett xmen#wolverine x reader#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine x you#logan howlett x you#logan xmen#x men movies#xmen origins#the worst logan x reader#worst wolverine#logan howlett fic#logan howlett imagine#logan howlett fanfiction#logan x reader#logan wolverine
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queen shit | max verstappen
pairing: max verstappen x pageant queen! reader
summary: max verstappen mets you, his long term celebrity crush at a charity event.
notes; someone request this but i accidentally posted it before i finished and had to delete itâŠi hope this finds you anon
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yoursername: very successful event tonight, many thank you's to all those who attended and donated, much love đ
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user1: by very successful she means that she just raised over 20 million dollars for family's in need. 20 million dollars. TWENTY MILLION DOLLARS.
user2: QUEEN. SHIT.
user3: i love rich people actually putting their money and status to work
user4: my goat đȘđȘ
user5: there were SO MANY different celebrities there
user6: and she definitely did NOT know all of them!
user7: probably just invited them so more money could be donated đ
user8: was the most random people too, like kim kardiashian?? mitski??? f1 drivers??? hockey players??
user9: no seriously. because why was i watching the livestream only to see george russell dancing in the background. very horribly may i add
georegrussel|63: thank you for the invite! i had the time of my life!
yoursername: of course george! thank you for the donating :) <3
user10: theyâre friends???
user11: some of yall are FAKE FANS. yn and george have been friends for YEARS. he even posted her when she won miss universe and many times after
user12: i wasn't even alive when she won miss universe...
user13: PAUSE.
user14: WHAT ARE YOU ON SOCIAL MEDIA? THIS IS NOT A SAFE PLACE FOR YOU
user15: YOURE SIX?? AND CAN SPELL??
user16: are we all going to pretend like max didn't just meet his celebrity crush?
user17: most people here don't know who he is đ
user18: "meet" is a STRETCH, he stood behind her all night just staring...
user19: yeah it was actually kinda sad
user20: f1twt is CLOWNING HIM SO HARD RN
user23: 3x world champion and he's too scared to go up to his celebrity crush
user24: OKAY GUYYYSSS BUTTT this is his first time seeing her in person! ofc he was shocked, maybe next time he'll actually go up to her?
landonorris: thanks for the invite!
georgerussell63: you were my plus one?
landonorris: SHHHH
georgerussell63: in fact, everyone on the grid got personally invited, except you?
landonorris: STOP AIRING OUT MY BUSINESS
user27: yn definitely didn't invite him directly just so lando could be embarrassed like this
alex_albon: best thai food ever (other then my moms) thank you for the invite!
user25: yeah we saw they way your scarfed that shit down
user26: acting like it was the last fucking supper
yourusername: thank you for coming alex! (and for taking home the leftovers)
user28: HE TOOK HOME THE LEFT OVERS?
maxverstappen1: hi
georgerussell63: oh no
landonorris: no way he does it
charles_leclerc: i believe in you max
carlossainz55: don't hype him up! max don't do it. don't embarrass yourself like this
oscarpiastri: i say go for it max
yourusername: hi max :)
georgerussell63: omg omg OMG
maxverstappen1: would you like to go on a date with me?
landonorris: oh he did it...
carlossainz55: NOOO
charles_leclerc: yay max!
user29: it's been 10 hours and still no response...
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yourusername: pretty sunset đ
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user30: is thatâŠa man?
user31: this makes max being rejected so much more humiliating
user32: SHE HAS A WHOLE BOYFRIEND?? đ
user33: max found sobbing into his pillow
user34: *not clickbait*
georgerussell63: i laughed
user35: GEORGE???
user36: heâs funny for this
user37: max most definitely doesnât think itâs funny
user38: yns first time soft launching and itâs right after max publicly asks her outâŠhm!
user39: she was waiting for the funniest moment to do this
user40: QUEEN SHIT
user41: ok but who is this man đ€š
user42: donât call me delusionalâŠbut that hand kinda looks like max
user43: okay granny letâs get you back to the nursing homeâŠ
user44: thankful iâm not this delusional
user45: free yn from the max fansâŠ
user46: @/user42 DONT LET THEM SILENCE YOU
landonorris: he cried
yourusername: i cried
landonorris; we crode
user47: okay itâs definitely max
user48: lando knows something
user49: MAX ISNT IN THE LIKES??
user50: it really isnât himâŠhes been flirting with her through the likes for years
user51: rip max being the first to like yns post..gone but never forgotten đïž
charles_leclerc: heheheâŠheheheâŠhehe
user52: WHAT DO TOU KNOW CHARLES
user53: donât fuck with me charles. i am not in the mood.
user54: you canât convince me that man is not max when all his friends are in the comments section like this
user55: charles istg
alex_albon: i know something đ
user56: ok. itâs definitely max.
user57: i still donât think it isâŠwe canât see his face
user58: but what are the chances she soft launches after max asks her out
user59: she probably did it to be funny?
user60: and it worked! sheâs too funny
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maxverstappen1: matching sunglasses đ¶ïž
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user61: QUICK, WHOS FEET DO THOSE LOOK LIKE
user62: oh maxâŠ
user63: okay so! itâs either max and yn DID go on that date, or yn has a bf and max posted this to save himself
user64: i realllyyy hope max and yn did go on that date because if max posted this just to save himself the embarrassmentâŠ.
user65: what if this isnât even a girl, and itâs one of maxâs friend pretending to be a girl đ
user66: i can see charles pretending to be the girl
user67: HE SO WOULD
charles_leclerc: those are NOT my toes đ€
user68: okay but no one on the grid has skinny little girl hands like this
user68: logan does
logansargent: ?
user68: well this is awkward
georgerussell63: well well well
user69: THIS CAN MEAN MANY THINGS GEORGE!! IS THIS YN OR NOT
user70: i donât think itâs yn. sheâs too pretty for max.
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user70: GEORGE LIKED??
user71: so itâs NOT yn?
user72: but he could mean it in a âthey are dating but sheâs too pretty for himâ way
user73: GRRRR
carlossainz55: i canât believe it
user74: WHAT. WHAT CANT YOU BELIVE CARLOS
user75: you canât believe that yn and max actually went out?? or you canât believe max got a another girl after being publicly rejected??
user76: theyâre like giving us hints but at the same time theyâre not??
user77: THEYRE PLAYING WITH US
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maxverstappen1: iâm dating a pageant queen and youâre not! ïżŒ
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user78: FINALLY!
user79: couldâve just said this earlier..
user80: couldâve saved us the trouble đ
carlossainz55: i still canât believe it
user81: SO HE DID MEAN IT IN A âcanât believe you actually got herâ WAY
maxverstappen1: you have no faith in me :(
carlossainz55: correct!
charles_leclerc: i believed in you max!
maxverstappen1: thank you charles đ
carlossainz55: heâs lying, he bet âŹ50 you wouldnât get a text back
maxverstappen1: THAT BASTARD
charles_leclerc: IT DIDNT SEEM LIKE YOU WERE GOING TO GET A REPLY! I THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD TIME TO WIN âŹ50 AND I WOULDâVE GIVEN YOU HALF?
user83: i could be dating a pageant queen, you donât know me
user84: are you?
user83: am i what?
user84: dating a pageant queen?
user83: no
user84: what is wrong with you
user85: i love how nobody was hating, we all just wanted to know if max x yn was happening
user86: max has gotten his dream girlâŠWE CHEERED
user87: years later and lot of instagram likes, we DID IT đ
user88: we?
user89: i was there almost 8 years ago when max put his first like on yns post, so yes! WE
user90: thank god for that charity event
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yourusername: former pageant queen
maxverstappen1: youâll always be a pageant queen in my eyes đ„°
landonorris; simp
maxverstappen1: mad you donât have a girlfriend?
user91: WOAH GIRLFRIEND?
user92: girl what did you think was going on here
user91: I DIDDNT KNOW THEY MADE IT OFFICIAL
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yourusername: iâm dating a 3x wdc and youâre not!
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user92: please donât rub it in
user93: iâm soooo happy for you guys (sarcasm)
user93: yes iâm jealous
danielricciardo: actually i am dating a 3x wdc and his name is max verstappen
yourusername; really? because max verstappen is is laying on me right now
danielricciardo: thatâs a clone. the REAL max verstappen is laying to my right.
yourusername: this is what we call schizophrenia đ„°ïżŒ
user94: you guys are so cute! (iâm jealous, iâm so fucking jealous)
user95: max started dating his celebrity crush of 8 years in 8 days! we did it joe! we did it
user96: they wonât last. theyâre moving to fast.
user97: theyâre both grown adults who know what they want đ€·ââïž
maxverstappen1: thatâs me!
yourusername; thatâs you!
georgerussell63: yeah max we have EYES.
maxverstappen1: donât be pissy because yn likes me more now
georgerussell63: she does NOT
maxverstappen1: you keep thinking that đ
charles_leclerc: i always knew he could do it!
maxverstappen1: no you didnât. stop lying to me.
charles_leclerc: IM SORRY. I WAS GOING TO SHARE THE âŹ50 WITH YOUUU.
maxverstappen1: I DONT CARE @/oscarpiastri is the ONLY know who truly believed in me
oscarpiastri: i bet âŹ100 against you
maxverstappen1: I CANT TRUST ANYONE
alex_albon: does this mean weâll be invited to more charity events?
user98: youâre just thinking of the food đ
alex_albon: âŠyeah
maxverstappen1: đđ„°đđđ„đđ€
user99: bro starts dating his celebrity crush and forgets how to act
user100: me if i was dating oscar
. . .
notes: thank you for the request! (even though i accidentally deleted it)
#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen social media au#max verstappen smau#max verstappen x y/n#max verstappen fluff#max verstappen x you#max verstappen fic#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen fanfic#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 fic#f1 x y/n#f1 x you#f1 x female reader#f1 social media au#f1#f1 fluff#formula one smau#formula one x you#formula one x reader
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I come home from my 12-hr shift to a jackhammer on my street doing repair work, a sink of dishes I didnât do yesterday and laundry I havenât put away (even though I could have)...well at least I had a good workday and Iâm eating some tasty pizza for dinner in the two hours I have before I have to go to bed
#the jackhammer has stopped now. fingers crossed#and I found a fic series that includes unrequited nhs/wwx. and I love one-sided nhs#I just think all his friends must have been at least a little bit on love with him#except mianmian who wasn't ever rly his friend#I am firmlt anti mianmian/wwx. that feels like kind of significant#that she's not romantically involved w either wwx or lwj#she respects him but she goes and lives her own life and has her own family and isn't involved in any of this#nhs though. oh boy can I see it.#wen ning too ofc#cor.txt
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Hi I was rereading devious lies and I was thinking ab if nat and yn were to meet again and everything, yn would have the biggest trust issued ever. First her best friend took advantage of her and ruined her life, then the ones she considered family turned their backs on her without even letting her explain her side, and ofc how her lover shouted in her face that she's not welcome there anymore and how yn shouldn't even talk with her anymore ever. How the last time the team looked at her it was with anger and dissapointment That and also from the first part where she herself admitted to feeling like a stranger amongst her once friends and family.
Idk what you have in store for us for when you're feeling better and out of the writing block that you're currently experiencing, but I can't wait to read it. Take as long as you need, we're here!
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Ëă . ″ DEVIOUS LIES â Bonus part, 'the scars in our hearts' (6.280 words).
â âș â ⧠″ SUMMARY â Anon request â â It has been years since the events, and when you eventually got the chance to go back with them, you thought everything would be the way it used to be. except it wasn't. three years, almost four, is a lot of time, and the people you used to know and the building you called your home do not feel the same anymore. Maybe you've been gone for too long to hope to find a place in their new life. â
. â Ë â€ł TAGS & WARNINGS â Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Avenger!Reader, Female!Reader, Other Avengers x Reader (brief mention of them). Bittersweet, (kind of) angst with comfort. Self-doubt, mental health issues, mention of bad coping mechanisms, toxic relations.
Ë . ″ MOODBOARD â±ââ° MASTERLIST â±ââ° TO SAY SOMETHING ⊠Part one. Part two. Part three. â±ââ° the scars in our hearts.
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Youâve been told that you just needed a bit of time to adjust, because you come a long way, but they didnât say how long âa bit of timeâ was. So the months passed, they soon became years, and if youâve still made no progress, you kept hoping. Every day, you repeat yourself that you only need âa bit more of timeâ and that, soon, with just a little extra effort, everything will eventually be fine.Â
Except that youâve never been a patient person.
They made it sound easy. They made you believe that everything would go back to the way it used to be in weeks, and youâve fallen for their sweet words because you were craving for them to be true. You have dreamed of that moment, and every day youâve spent far from them was spent thinking about the day they would ask you to come back. It is a little fantasy youâve been holding on to for the past few years, but the tears, hugs, and excuses youâve spent hours to imagine never became a reality. No, you only got silent glances.
It has been almost three years since you came back, and it still wasnât enough. Sometimes, you think about letting go of that dream of yours, the one that makes you believe that things could still get back to normal, even when nothing was â; but how could you do something like that? How could you possibly think about abandoning them again when theyâve been willing to give you a second chance? You werenât ready yet to accept that the home youâve been longing to return didnât feel like it anymore, at least not without first trying your hardest to make things right. Thus you kept pushing yourself a bit more everyday, at the cost of your health â which seemed a very small price to pay in exchange for the feeling of being at home again.
Two years is not a lot of time in a human life but these years still felt like an eternity to you, and youâve never been so aware of how long they have been as when you came back, realizing the gap that had opened up between you and the others. Your life has fallen apart that day, leaving you with such small pieces of yourself that you werenât able to rebuild on your own â; but them? It is as if theyâve lost nothing. Theyâve spent those two years building a life in which youâve never existed, one that you are now supposed to find a place in. Every day is just a painful reminder of what you have lost, and will never get back despite your hopes. Your dream slipped away just when you touched it with your fingertips.
You have to accept that you are not a part of the system anymore, you are just the pebble that derails the machine, and that ruins everything â; but you should be used to it, shouldnât you? To that feeling of shame and sorrow that your heart has been carrying for years, that feeling of failure and permanent disappointment.
Some nights, out of habit, you push the wrong door, and you find yourself in the room you used to share with Natasha. Once full of life, it had now become austere. Yet, there is something comforting about being in that room full of old memories, it is a bittersweet feeling thatâs both like a heartbreak and a warm hug. You've never been much of a drinker, or at least you've always been careful enough not to get wasted. But youâve made an exception tonight, because everything seemed to be too much, and you wouldnât have survived the party if you hadnât drowned everything in alcohol.
It is the way they kept laughing that got on your nerves, jealousy rising inside of you every time a new joke was told that you couldnât understand âbecause you werenât hereâ â; but Wanda wasnât here either, and yet, she laughed along with them, why? Because she hasnât lost her place with them, she is still a part of the family. They promised that they would tell their stories and explain their jokes later, because it was too long to do it now, but you were aware that it was just a lie to give you the impression that you werenât on the sidelines.
It wasnât very effective.
They spent the whole night telling stories that you couldnât understand and sharing jokes you couldnât laugh at, and while they remembered things that you didnât have a chance to live by their side, giving you an overview of all the things youâve missed, you were silently sitting on the couch, trying to ignore the knot in your throat. You didnât even try to take part in the conversation â; what could you possibly have said anyway? You are not sure they would have wanted to hear about how miserable your life was when you were gone, how lonely and desperate youâve been during these years. It would be an admission that you missed them, needed them.
Instead you kept your attention on the bottles of alcohol, at least they would never let you down â; thatâs the advantage when the parties are organized by someone like Tony: you will never run out of booze. You were so uninvolved in what was going on around you, that you missed the worried glances that Natasha and Wanda shared, and they didnât need to talk to understand each other, to know that they both had the same concerns.
Everyone does, but youâve made it clear in your first few weeks back that you didnât want their pity. There was no comfort in the way they looked at you and, quickly, their presence became too much. They were always there, never letting you completely alone despite the appearance and trying to meet your needs before you could even ask, pretending that they knew better than you do â; but they donât. They have no idea of what you need, because how could they when youâre not even sure yourself?
The loneliness youâve asked for isnât more comforting, but at least it comes with familiar feelings, some that youâve learned how to deal with the past few years. On the contrary, you still hadnât gotten used to their presence, and you had no idea of how to deal with these contradictory feelings that were starting to grow inside of yourself. While a part of you wanted to lean in their embrace, the other rejected their overwhelming affection. A way of protecting yourself that won out, taking the form of uncontrolled anger and, after days of being yelled at and random objects being thrown at their faces, theyâve eventually got the hint that they should let you alone.
Theyâve given up on you â; but thatâs exactly what you wanted, isnât it?Â
You canât be sure, but you are trying to convince yourself that it is better that way. Youâre not worth the trouble, and they definitely canât spend all their energy trying to save you when people are actually dying outside. You would be fine, you would get through it â; right? Because thatâs what youâve always done, and there is no reason that this time would be any different â; you are strong, with or without them by your side. You just need a little bit of time for your scars to heal and then, everything will be back the way it used to be.Â
Except that, despite the appearances, those thoughts never really left your mind. Sometimes, you think about your return and what would have happened if they hadnât found you that day â; maybe everything would have been easier. For you, sure, but also for them. You are not even sure they would have accepted your return if they had a choice â; you wouldnât have. At least when you weren't there, there wasn't that constant tension that now reigned over the tower, one that followed you into every room you set foot in.Â
So youâve made a decision â; you would rebuild yourself without them. You would make a new name for yourself, a new life, even if it means leaving them behind. There is this growing will deep inside you, the one that feeds off your anger and jealousy, and itâs the one to get your revenge. You want them to suffer as much as you have, to realize what theyâve done, and regret every of their actions. You want them to crawl back at your feet, begging for your forgiveness because you are tired of being the only one to make efforts.
You have waited so long for them to say or do the right thing, but the moment has never come because they canât possibly understand your situation, let alone knowing what you really need to get better â; how could they when you ignore it too? Nothing feels right anymore. You have tried a lot of things but nothing works. Your life is now like a jigsaw puzzle whose pieces refuse to fit together. There is no way to make things go back the way they were, you could only keep on pretending.Â
And so you did, locking yourself into a routine. Each day you alternate between training, going on missions or attending meetings, leaving yourself little free time. This hectic schedule has the advantage of allowing you to avoid the presence of others and keeping you from thinking too much while making you more efficient â; it is perfect, isnât it? It is, most of the time but, some days, the illusion falters, and the facade youâve built shatters, revealing the truth you are trying to hide.
Thatâs how you found yourself stumbling into your old bedroom, the one that now smells of dust, desperate for some comfort and familiarity. You didnât even make it to the bed, falling miserably asleep on the carpet â; you didnât have the strength to get up when you tripped over your own feet, too drunk to take more than a few clumsy steps.
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There is only one person in the team who is willing to give you the space you asked for without agreeing to give up on you yet â; and it is Natasha.
You may not notice it, but the woman has always been here for you since you came back to live with them. It must be said that her gestures are minute, almost imperceptible, but they always manage to draw a slight smile on your lips without you realizing it â; she was perfectly aware that if you knew it was from her, you would start hating on those little things that made your daily life at the tower a little sweeter.
She is the one who always accidentally cooks more food than she needed, making sure there was always a portion waiting for you in the fridge. She is the one who makes sure that your favorite cutlery is always clean. She is the one who buys your favorite flowers to put them in the common roomâs vase and never lets them fester. She is the only one who has taken the time to make you feel at home with a bunch of details that are so insignificant that youâve barely noticed them.
But at least it helped soothe the guilt her heart carried, because these actions are proof that she was fulfilling the promises she had made to you a long time ago, in the secrecy of the night, under a starry sky, whispered words that has been immediately blown away by the wind â; âIâll always be there for you,â she had said. âPromise?â youâve asked, your eyes full of hope. âPromise,â she had replied before your lips touched, sealing the contract.
One she broke years ago, when she dragged you out of the tower without letting you a chance to explain yourself. The woman is perfectly aware that flowers and some meals wonât be enough to earn your forgiveness, but she still made it her mission to look after you from afar â; because if she doesnât, who would? You donât let anyone get close to you, and the others havenât looked any further, giving up at the first sign of trouble. She doesnât blame you for not trusting her, or the other members of the team, she just wishes that you would accept at least one of their helping hands.Â
But youâve rejected everyone.Â
Even Wanda, with whom you seemed, at one time, to be getting on well which had given the redhead hope. Those hopes had been shattered the day you violently pushed the witch away without any clear explanation, and the woman blames herself for that, for not knowing what to do in order to help you â; because she should know, right? Thatâs her role, the promise she had made years ago.
If she canât, if no one can, what will you become?
You may be able to fool everyone, including yourself, into thinking that you are fine, but you wonât get her to fall for your little tricks. She knows the truth. She can see it in your fake smiles, she can read it in your tired eyes. She knows you by heart, she hasnât forgotten those years spent by your side, and she has become a master at spotting your bad habits and the sublet signs that accompany them.Â
So, tonight, she couldn't have possibly missed how firm your grip has been on the bottles of alcohol, nor how quiet you've been the whole time. But it is only when she saw the door to your old bedroom ajar that she understood the extent of your pain. You were hitting rock bottom, you would have never set foot in this room full of memories otherwise. She knew this because she, too, avoided it like the plague, and hadnât dared return in it since that day, not even to empty it. For five years, it had remained the same.
The woman is willing to give you the space you asked for as long as you are taking care of yourself, it is the silent promise she made, but it is obvious that you have failed to do so lately as she has seen you slowly falling back into your old habits. The ones she thought you had left behind, the ones she had helped you to overcome years ago. She is ready to accept that you could build a life without her, it is a cost worth paying if itâs the one to your happiness, but you havenât built anything lately. Nor have you been happy, and she couldnât bear anymore the sight of you destroying yourself, again.
The redhead is tired of the situation. She is annoyed that everyone is playing your games by pretending that everything is fine because it only encourages you down this dangerous path, one that may cost your life one day. She is angry with anyone who takes the easy way out, because it is obvious that it is easier to act as if all that history belonged to the past rather than acknowledge their mistakes.
At first, she had agreed to play along, but it was only because she thought that it was what you needed and that, when you were ready, you would talk to them. Except that it has been a bit more than two years, almost three, since they brought you back, and you still havenât told a word about it. The woman didnât know how long she would be able to put up with your silence on this story and your obvious discomfort.
But it seems that the sight of you asleep on the dusty carpet of the room you once shared was the last straw for the woman who decided to step in. You are probably going to hate her tomorrow, but she doesnât care â; she is not even sure you could possibly hate her more than you already do. She would rather know that you are safe, even if it means losing you a little more so she decides to call your name multiple times.
It is the sound of her voice who wakes you up. It doesnât matter how deeply asleep you were because you canât ignore her when she practically screams out your name, and you are inevitably roused from your slumber. When you opened your eyes, a growl escaping your lips to signal your displeasure, all you could see was a blurred figure with red hair that could only belong to one person. One you could recognize anywhere.
âWhat are you doing?â she asked, a mixture of annoyance and concern tinged her voice, but you werenât aware enough of your surroundings to notice it. Maybe if your hand hadnât been so heavy on the alcohol, then you would have noticed the tone of her voice.
âI am sleeping, canât you see?â you grumbled, but as soon as the words escaped your mouth, the frustration was replaced by a laugh â; this question was stupid, you realize. Isnât she supposed to be a trained spy, and one of the best, too? Then why couldnât she see what was right in front of her? Something that obvious?Â
Maybe she doesnât know either because your question is followed by silence. Her only answer has been to sigh and pinch the bridge of her nose. It was going to be a long night, she already knew it, but wasnât sure she had the energy to deal with that.
âCome here,â you said when the woman didnât react. Your words were accompanied by the gesture of grabbing her arm in order to pull her toward you, the woman losing her balance because of the surprise.Â
Since she had found you, you had never asked for her presence. On the contrary, you had rejected and hated her. At best, you would tolerate her presence, but only when your job didnât give you a choice, and so this sudden change in your behavior disconcerted her, especially the laugh that escaped your lips when she fell on top of you â; it is a sound that she has never thought she would hear again. So pure, so sincere.
âGet up,â she coldly says, not amused at all by your little games. If circumstances had been different, she probably would have found your attitude endearing and stayed a little longer in your arms. Except there was nothing healthy about this sudden closeness after months of hatred, so the woman immediately got up, inviting â ordering â you to do the same â; the sooner she puts you to bed, the sooner she can get back to hers.
Tonight, she had no patience. The woman was exhausted, and frustrated â; you werenât the only one to suffer from the situation. She knows that your clinging state is just an illusion, the result of the alcohol youâve ingested, and that the very next day youâre going to hate her again. If she wanted nothing more than to believe everything would be okay now, and to find comfort in your arms, she couldnât bring herself to do it. Not when she knew she would lose it all again at sunrise. This scene is only a chimera, a reminder of what she had lost several years earlier as the result of her own actions.
If anything happens tonight, you would both regret it. Nothing can come from the actions of two tipsy and exhausted people. Except that your mind wasnât clear enough to realize it, and all you could think about in that moment was how you were craving for Natashaâs attention. You wanted her to wrap her arms around you and whisper that everything will be fine now, because she is here. You wanted her to promise to never let you down, again. Even if it is a lie. Even if, one day, she will abandon you again â; because thatâs what they all do despite the promises, isnât it? At that moment, you didnât care about the lies, you just wanted something to hold onto, just an ounce of comfort.
âI caaaaaanât,â you whined, but you didnât even try to do so. When you stretch out your arms towards the redhead, she gets the hint that youâre expecting her to help you, which she does. The woman knows how stubborn you can be so she grabs your hands and pulls you on your feet, sighing.
Except that you seem to find the idea of testing the limits of her kindness particularly amusing because you make no effort to pull yourself upright, or to stand on your feet â; or maybe you were just that wasted. Youâre barely standing when you fall forward, leaving no choice to the woman who has to catch you before you hit the ground.
âGot you,â you whispered, a grin on your face, when you felt her arms around your waist.
The thought of dropping you crossed her mind, but all she did was to playfully roll her eyes. The woman should be annoyed by the situation â; right? But how could she when you are so adorable? It has been a long time since she last saw such a peaceful expression on your face. Your eyes were half closed, you looked as if you were about to fall asleep in her arms, and there was a faint smile on your lips. You seemed so content, nestled in her arms with your cheek pressed against her chest, that she hardly dared to move, fearing to break this well-deserved moment of peace. For a moment, it was as if nothing had happened, and the sorrow on your face had dissipated, giving way to a childlike insouciance â; a sight that made her heart melt.
You are the one who broke the silence first.
âIâve missed you..,â you whispered. A confession so unexpected that the woman is not sure if she had understood your words. When her eyes looked down, searching for yours, you hadnât moved, your eyes still closed. It was almost as if you hadnât spoken, and that the words had been nothing more than a figment of her imagination.Â
âMe too,â she softly replied and, maybe, if you had opened your eyes at that moment, you would have noticed the tears that clouded hers â but you couldnât do that, because you donât want her to see the tears that you are trying to hold back, right? The one that would just run down your cheeks the moment you open your eyes.Â
âPlease, stay with me tonight,â you asked â; no, you begged. Youâve lifted your head until your eyes finally meet hers, both were shining with the tears that threatened to fall â; you are the first one to give in.
The mere thought of Natasha leaving you was enough to shatter your last ramparts. You have just regained her embrace, you donât want to be forced to leave her now, not after so many years of hoping to regain the comfort you thought you had lost forever. You have been too stubborn to admit that you needed help, and so youâve spent years pushing everyone away, thinking that you didnât deserve their affection. It has been so long that you canât even remember the last time someone held you this way, with such delicacy and care.
It gave you hope. The one that, maybe, for at least one night, things could be the way they used to be â; just tonight, or even just a few hours. You just want that moment to last a little longer, you donât want to spend another night alone in your bed, in your cold and austere bedroom with a depressing atmosphere. You want more than that, you want a reason to stay, a reason to try again, and to get up tomorrow â; you want Natasha back. You want your old life back.
Except that the woman wonât give in. It is not that she doesnât want to, on the contrary, she shares the same wishes that you, but her mind is clear, and she knows that nothing good would come out of it â; you canât get back to what you used to have. You canât change the past, nor can you pretend it doesnât exist.
âI canât..,â she softly replied after a second of silence that marked her hesitation, âyou know that baby, we both,â she added, the nickname naturally escaping her lips when she noticed that more tears were threatening to fall from your eyes.Â
She wants to say yes, you can read it in her eyes, hear it in her silences â; then why doesnât she say it? Why does she keep pushing you away when you are eventually ready for her to be back? Isnât what she has wanted when she spent all those months begging you to accept her help? It is, but she didnât want it that way, she didnât want to take advantage of a moment of weakness on your part. She wanted to earn your forgiveness, to show you that you could trust her again, and if she had to work every day until she dies to achieve that goal, then she would do it.Â
âWhy not?â you immediately asked back, âyou are here, and so am I, and- and our bed is waiting for us,â you started rambling. You couldnât speak clearly, the words racing through your head as you tried to convince her, but you knew it was a losing battle. You were so desperate that your hands clung tightly to the fabric of her shirt, as if it could be enough to stop her from leaving. âPlease,â you begged once more when she didnât react. At this point, your voice was nothing more than a broken whisper, âjust for tonight, we could pre~âÂ
âPretend that nothing has happened?â she softly asked, finishing your sentence, and all you could do was nodding. âBut you know we canât do that baby,â she said, hating the way you were looking at her with so much hope, as if you thought that one night in her arms could ease all your problems â; but it canât. It wonât.Â
As she talks, one of her hands tucks a lock of your hair behind your ears. The touch is so gentle that you can resist, and lean into her embrace. The feeling of her hand caressing your head leaves too soon for your liking.Â
âSometimes, I wish that we could,â you replied, âthat I could either forget everything, or go back in time to make everything right,â you confided in her, sharing your thoughts with someone for the first time.
The words have barely crossed the barrier of your lips that you crumble, because you realize that this wish will never come true. You can no longer hold back your tears, you can only hide your face in the hollow of her neck, hoping she wonât see those. Only, each of your sobs shakes your body so violently that anyone could understand your state in one glance. The woman doesnât know what to do so she cautiously wraps her arms around you and cradles your body in an attempt to sooth your sobs â; itâs the least she can do.
âYouâve done nothing wrong, love, nothing was your fault,â she whispered, and you can hear that her voice is feverish â; she, too, is holding back tears. She canât bear to see you like this. âI am sorry, so sorry,â she added while she rocks you slowly. Those words werenât for tonight, and how she had to refuse your proposal, but they were for everything that has happened since that day. Those excuses were for all the things she has done or said since but, most importantly, for all the things she didnât have the courage to do and the ones she couldnât.Â
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The following morning, youâre woken up by Jarvis, his voice echoing through the room, terribly loud and impossible to ignore. A grunt escapes your lips, you were hoping for a few more hours of sleep â; or best, for an eternal slumber. The night before, like the rest of the team, you went to bed late, and the quantities of alcohol ingested are definitely not helping with your condition because you were the victim of a terrible headache. Only, it is impossible for you to ignore Jarvisâ voice. He has been calling your name over and over again for several minutes now, trying to get the attention you are trying to not give him â; but even with your hands covering your ears, his voice would pierces your eardrums.
âYou are not answering me, miss y/n,â he stated the obvious, âdo you want me to warn the others that you are sick? My sensors indicate tha~â
âPlease, Jarvis, shut up,â you mumble, still managing to be polite despite the rising frustration, and you really hope it will be enough for him to leave you alone â; but anyone who knows the AI knows that these hopes are in vain.Â
Nonetheless, you have to admit that he is right about one thing: you are not feeling so good â; but who would after attending one of Starkâs parties? He always says that if your head is not sore and your throat is not burning the next day, then you havenât enjoyed yourself enough. Surely you have enjoyed enough to last a lifetime, although you are not naive enough to swear to never touch a bottle again in your life. Yet, youâve thought of it for an instant, the lingering nausea making you regret your actions because it gave you the unpleasant feeling that you might throw up at any time.
God, you were weak. So weak that everything was feeling too much right now, even the faint sunlight making its way into your room â; it makes you want to bury yourself alive to avoid all these sensations, and to die. Except you canât because you have a mission that is scheduled for today and, if you donât show up soon, they will come looking for you, which is the last thing you want. You have spent weeks preparing for that, you definitely canât let them down now, especially not because you are just too stupid to know your limits.
You have abandoned them once, you wonât make the same mistake a second time. They wonât be so forgiving this time, no one forgives someone who does the same mistake twice â; no one gives a second chance to traitors. It has been several years since you came back, but you still feel like you are on probation and you need to prove to them that they can count on you. You can sense their hesitation to trust you, even though they insist that everything is fine â; pretending that everything is the way it used to be. It is their new favorite game, but you hate it. Y
et, you donât have much choice but to play by their rules.
âAre you sure? Becaus~âÂ
âI said, shut. the. fuck. UP!â you yelled, not giving him to finish his sentence, already reaching the limits of your patience, âwhatâs so difficult to understand in those two words?â you growled in frustration, and you canât help but throw a pillow at the walls. The gesture is useless because it doesnât even manage to ease the tension you feel, nor does it convince Jarvis that he needs to stop talking because he starts lecturing you about your actions.Â
Actually, the only way you have found to shut him up was to get up and join the others for breakfast. Fortunately, only Tony and Steve were there. They are the ones you are going on mission with today, and thatâs what they were talking about before you entered the room. Even though you would rather stay alone, talking about missions is something you can do with little effort because it is easy. You need your brain, but you can turn off your emotions. You do not have to worry about saying the wrong thing or how to avoid an uncomfortable silence. It is familiar, and comforting. It has been a while since you've been sitting at this table talking about something else â; when you are not talking about work, you stay silent. It seems that you have forgotten how to interact with them during those years.Â
As they go through the details of the mission one last time, you are playing with your breakfast, not interested in the oat flakes floating in your milk, nor in their voices that forms a dull hum in the background, their words not even reaching your ears â; because you are thinking, your eyebrows furrowed with worry. Except that your state isnât caused by the reasons they think it is, neither the alcohol nor the mission are in your mind, only a certain spy with whom you shared a moment last night. One you would rather forget because the simple thought of the thing you have said, and done, is enough to fill you with rage and embarrassment.
âHi to the moon, here the earth,â Tony said, snapping his fingers in front of your face to get your attention, âwere you even listening to us?â he sighed, but you donât notice any annoyance in his voice. Only a sickening worry that you can read in his eyes, a feeling that he doesnât share and doesnât hide very well. You hate it, when they look at you that way, as if you could break at any moment, as if they needed to be careful â; but you can take it. You can take everything, and you definitely do not need their permanent protection.Â
âNo, sorry, I was lost in my thoughts,â you admitted, giving him a smile that I hoped to be convincing enough to reassure him.
âDo not worry, everything is going to be fine, okay? We will be here to make sure of that,â Steve intervened, trying to reassure you about what he thought was the cause of your worries, but his tone didnât feel comforting to you. If anything, it made you grit your teeth and clench your hand harder around your spoon, increasing your irritation. You donât really know why, but Steve has been the hardest to get along with since you have come back, maybe it is because of his seemingly false sympathy.Â
âThank you,â you managed to mumble, even though you donât really mean it â; it was still better than the snide comment that made its way in your mind. You even made the effort to smile, one that anyone could see as fake, but not Steve, because he never really pays attention to the others.
The words burn on the tip of your tongue, and you have to bite it to not shout out to him what you are really thinking. You want nothing more than to tell him that you are as capable as anyone around this table. You have proven yourself over the last few months, succeeding in every mission they have given you, what more do you need to do for them to have faith in your abilities again? Reach for the moon? Because you are ready to do it if thatâs the price to pay. You are desperate enough to do anything they would ask.Â
In reality, you are not worried at all about the upcoming mission because that is not a possibility. You donât fail, ever, and if you need to give pieces of yourself and mind in order to complete a mission, then you are ready to do it without flinching.Â
No, your thoughts were occupied by something else â; or someone else. Something that was more difficult to manage because there is no guide to follow. This person is Natasha, and the cause of your worries is the moment you shared last night because you have no explanation for what happened â; you thought she hated you, and that you hated her. Arenât you both supposed to despise each other for the pain youâve caused? Then why do some of you still yearn for her presence? Why didnât she reject you and, instead, decided to take care of your mess? This even wasnât meant to be. The redhead is the last person that should have witnessed you in such a vulnerable state, and yet she is the one you have sought attention from, the only one you needed last night â; and you hate that. You hate how your feelings are still the same even after so many years.
That is exactly why, the second the woman that is haunting your thoughts stepped in the room, you left it, pretending that you needed to get ready for the mission. There is no way that the way you walked out of the room, leaving your untouched breakfast behind you, didnât bring questions to their minds but you were long gone before any of them could say something.
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tripling the fun -jude and jobe bellingham
prompt: three best friends take over the house by babysitting the bellingham boysâ two nephews and niece.
pt.2 here
bellinghams & fem!reader platonic friendship
warnings: grammar issues, all characters are fictional (except jude and jobe ofc)
click to help palestine
credits to owners for all images
knocking on the door, anticipation grew.
you have grown up with jude and jobe, considering your parents and their parents were very close friends.
you practically were like their sister. you did everything with them. you were there at their biggest accomplishments or lowest levels.
the door opened to jude and jobeâs aunt, ready for dinner. recently, the bellingham boys recently had a new addition to their family, a little baby nephew. the parents had 3 kids, and one still being about 6 months old, it was a major hassle. they needed a little break, some time for themselves.
who else better to call? the famous trio!
the parents trusted you and the brothers very much. trust me, the babies were in good hands. (might be delusional, but weâll see!)
âoh my goodness, thank you guys for coming.â the mom hugged all of you. giving you a little peek on the cheek.
suddenly, jude and jobeâs uncle appeared behind her. âyouâre here! thank you guys. come in.â stepping into the house, you were met with cold air.
âi see the kids really love this house.â you spoke with a smile as you noticed toys were scattered around the floor. ending your sentence, jobe nearly tripped over a toy truck.
catching himself as you were frightened for him, the three of you burst into a laughter.
âokay mate, itâs not that funny.â jobe said while pushing the truck away from his path.
âjobe, how do you not see a bright yellow and green truck?â jude was dying from laughter.
âiâm really grateful that you took this opportunity. it has been quite awhile since my husband and i have gone out.â
suddenly, a huge commotion was made. all eyes going to the stairway, you could see a little boy about the age of 6 running down the stairs in a little dinosaur onesie.
âthereâs my little guy!â the boy ran into judeâs arms into a tight hug.
âi knew it! i knew you were coming! i heard your voice.â
âdid you really?â jude fixed his onesie and gave him a little pat on the back.
then, you heard a door slam. staring at the stairs once again, you could see a 4 year old girl in a pink princess dress with a tiara and wand, strutting down with a bright smile (and one missing tooth).
âall hail the princess.â jobe spoke as she slowly walked down with her head held up high. smiles appeared on everyoneâs faces, except her brotherâs. she only earned an eye roll from him.
finally reaching downstairs, you curtsied to her as jude and jobe did a little bow.
breaking character, she did not hesitate to run to jobe. giving him the biggest hug he has probably ever been given.
âi think the baby is still asleep. the formula is already prepped since he should be waking up soon. we have to get going, good luck guys!â quickly grabbing her purse and getting the hell out of there with her husband, it was time to finally have some fun and bonding times.
âalright kiddos, what should we do today?â jude put down his nephew and immediately patting his head for reassurance.
âwe should build a castle!â jobe, also putting down the niece, agreed.
âwhat kind of castle?â
âcastles are for losers!â her big brother snarled at her.
ânow, dinosaurs may be big and strong, but they are certainly not rude.â you bent down to his level. he crossed his arms, but unexpectedly, you started tickling him.
âtickle attack!â jude yelled as everyone was tickling the dinosaur and princess.
all laughter came to a quick stop. cries of a baby were echoing throughout the house. jude and jobe were no professionals for caring for a child under 1, therefore both synchronized to look at you for help.
and to be honest, you wanted to hold that baby forever. your motherly instincts kicked in. running up the stairs, you could not wait. meeting the little guy at just 2 months old, he was probably the most adorable baby youâve ever seen (maybe because he looks a little like baby jude, but weâre gonna ignore that fact).
slowly and gently opening the door, you were met with a baby with a small tear falling down his cheek, but having the brightest smile as soon as he saw you. your heart melted.
âarenât you the cutest,â you picked him up and could see his chubby face and rolls on his arms. âthe baby fever is really kicking in.â
wiping the little tear, you placed his head on your shoulder as you walked down the stairs. putting your hand on his semi-bald head to create a shield just in case, jude and jobe lit up to seeing him.
crowding the little one, jude took him into his arms as you prepared the milk. in the kitchen, you were met with a little princess eating a sugar cookie (jobe couldnât say no to her).
âhello your royal highness.â you gave a smile to her as you grabbed a little bottle.
âhi y/n. howâs it going?â
âitâs going great! howâs your cookie?â
âitâs good. you should be a mom.â
the statement created a pause for you. the measuring cup filled with formula almost fell on the counter.
âsorry maâam, but what?â
âyou should be a mom.â
âoh no thank you, it is definitely not for me.â
âwell you definitely need a boyfriend. i have one! his name is james, heâs 6. i like them older.â
âhold on, youâre talking about your brotherâs friend?â
âyep! that james. heâs so dashing. you know you should get with jude.â a frown appeared on your face. kids are full of creative ideas, but this was not on your bingo card.
âi really appreciate your feedback, but i need time to review this information.â jude suddenly appeared in the kitchen, giving you a scare.
âwhat are yâall talking about?â
in panic, you shouted ânothing!â which created high suspicion. the princess got off the chair after finishing the cookie, and walking off with jude.
finishing on making the bottle, you werenât sure on what you were about to see, but it was definitely a sight.
jude and jobe bellingham were in pink and purple tutuâs and tiaras. you gasped at the sight.
ây/n, please donât laugh.â jobe pleaded, sensing his embarrassment already.
âwho said i was gonna laugh?â you picked up the baby trying to hide the fact, you were gonna laugh. sitting on the couch to feed him, the boys were being ordered around.
âalright, whatâs next to protect the precious princess?â
âit is i! the knight! and i have come to destroy this kingdom!â the once dinosaur jumped out from the hallway holding a fake sword and shield.
the princess let out a tiny scream.
âuncle jude! protect the castle now!â jude nodded in agreement as he picked up a fake sword and play fighting with the knight. tutuâs were dropping and tiaras were falling.
âmeanwhile you, uncle jobe, you should totally dance with me.â hiding your smile with the bottle, jobe didnât really have a choice.
the house was chaotic. a ballerina and knight were battling it out, jobe and the princess were turning and spinning. jobe even had a little purple magic wand as his prop for his dance recital. you were glad you could lay back with a baby who did not give any trouble.
the fun continued to grow as the night went.
#football x reader#football fanfic#football imagine#jude bellingham#jude bellingham fanfic#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham x reader#jobe bellingham x yn#jude bellingham x y/n#jude bellingham x you#jobe bellingham x you#jobe bellingham one shot#jobe bellingham fanfic#jobe bellingham imagine#jobe bellingham x reader#jobe bellingham#real madrid#sunderland afc
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Pasilyo | F2 (kimi bday celly)
type :: fluff tw/cw :: none contains :: kimi!, paul, pepe, zak, jak request :: beach day kimi bday celly prompt for our one and only summah KING PAUL ARON OFC!! and pepe, zak, jm, jak 𫶠(i have no idea who jm is buttt i know a litttleee bit about jak so this is my first time writing for him!) link to kimi bday celly!
Kimi Antonelli | 04
Going to the beach with Kimi during summer break had to be one of your favorite things ever. Not only was his family super sweet with you, but you got to meet your mini-best-friend, his sister! Kimi loved how well you got along with his sibling, it was always heart-warming to see you bond with her.
As you and his sister played together, Kimi came towards you both. Except, he was swimming underneath the water. This meant that he was playing his favorite game: "shark". Basically, he would go underwater and grab either you or his sister and drag you under.
Although you and his sister hated this game, he always forced you guys to play. As you screamed alongside his sister, trying to tell her to swim faster, you were too late. You watched as she instantly sunk to the bottom as Kimi grabbed her foot. If it wasn't broad daylight and if you didn't see Kimi's ugly teal and orange shorts, you would have been mortified.
You did your best to run away, leaving his sister behind. But you were too slow for Kimi, who was so fast for some reason. If Kimi wasn't a racer, you always thought he would be a swimmer of some kind, maybe a lifeguard. Distracted by your thoughts, you felt a hand grab your foot, you let out a scream. But your cries were muffled as you were quickly pulled under the water and met with Kimi's face.
The only thing you hated about beach days was the lack of PDA that you and Kimi could do. You didn't mind doing small PDA in front of his parents usually, but since you were both in such little clothing it felt 10x times more inappropriate for some reason. Kimi always insisted that his parents don't care and that they're super chill - but you refused to kiss whilst in bathing suits.
Knowing this, Kimi took his one opportunity to do what he's been wanting to do all day: kiss you. Whilst under the water, his hands cupped your face, pulling you closer as he gave you a quick peck on the lips.
Paul Aron | 17
"Paul, I'm literally going to shit myself in the water!!!" You yelled at him, but your pleas were unheard as he laughed. His smile was so bright that you'd rather look at the sun instead of his pearly whites. Although you begged to not go for another round of surfing, Paul insisted that you try it once more.
You borrowed his surf board and was only going on baby waves to test out surfing. Despite the waves being the size of a "pea" in Paul's opinion, to you, they were massive. Although it was your first time, you were doing really good thanks to Paul's help.
So once again, you made your way towards another wave as Paul cheered. Although there were other families at the beach, Paul didn't care and continued to shout praises as you rode a small wave. If he could, he would have recorded you like a proud parent.
The entire day, he's been glued to your side as he helped you learn how to stand on a board, swim you back to shore, and give you handfuls of compliments on your surfing and looks. Even though you felt bald with your hair wet and slightly insecure in your bathing suit, he always made sure to tell you to shut up as he gives you a kiss.
You always thought you couldn't fall deeper for him, but you always did. And the same goes for him: watching you smile, hearing your proud giggles as you say "I did it!" to him, and seeing you without any makeup in a nice swimsuit - he'd marry you right then and there if he could.
Pepe Marti | 21 there's no beach photos of him :(
Swimming was something Pepe only did if he had the proper gear. Not in the cool way, like swim caps or a nice pair of swim trunks. But instead in the loser way, in which he NEEDED his stupid little kid googles and his stupid baby paddle board.
So, as you hurriedly slap sunscreen on him before he ran off, he snapped his dumbass googles onto his face. Just like a dog, he dived into the water and as you looked at the beach, you realized he had matching googles with a different little kid who looked roughly 7 year olds.
And despite being roughly 7 year old, the little boy gave Pepe a weird look, silently saying "Aren't you too old for this?" You couldn't help but snicker under your breathe as you walked calmly towards Pepe, who was splashing around as if he was drowning.
"(Y/N)!" He said excitedly as he handed you his paddle board. "Let's play a game!!" A large smile was on his face, making it impossible for you to say no.
"Okay, what game?" You said with a sweet smile.
"Let's see who can hold their breathe the longest!!!" He said excitedly, before you could agree he started a countdown. "3, 2, 1 GO!"
You watched as his head dived into the water as he held his nose. Little did he know, you weren't under the water...
Zak O'Sullivan | 02
Day time at the beach was something Zak liked, but didn't love. He liked the view, the sound of the waves, and seeing all the happy families. But he hated the sand betting stuck between his toes, the way his hair would get dried out from the sea salt, and the cold breeze that hit him while wet. It just wasn't his style, he'd much rather go to a pool than a beach.
But one thing that he did love, was late night bonfires with his friend group on the beach. Roasting s'mores as you talked with everyone, wrapped in a big jacket as you laughed at stupid stories. It was much more fun than splashing in the water in Zak's opinion.
As you chatted with his friend group, who gladly accepted you into their group, you felt his hand snake around your waist. His head rests on your shoulder, his warm breathe hitting your neck slightly. He felt comfortable around his friends, enough to be affectionate with you.
You smiled, having any of him touch you was an instant way to make you happy. And you smiled even wider as you realized his spare hand reached in front of you, holding a perfectly cooked s'more just for you.
If making a perfect s'more was a competition, Zak would win every time. You laughed at his surprise offer, taking it from his hands as you took a bite. Chocolate was perfectly melted, the graham cracker was lightly warm from the gooey marshmallow.
You felt his hand pull back from your waist, signaling he was going to go back to cooking. On instinct, you grab his hand, placing it back onto your waist. You gave his a small look, that was a silent way of asking him to stay instead of cooking like a manic.
He smiled at you, shaking his head gently as he then placed both hands on your waist as he nuzzled his head into your neck slightly. But it tickled slightly, you laughed as you tried to push him away. But his grip on your waist was stronger as he pulled you in closer to him as he continued to tickle you. His friend group didn't even cringe, only looking away and murmuring how they've never seen him be so soft and gentle.
But he would always be soft and gentle with you, how could he not?
Jak Crawford | 07
Despite how cheesy it is, he loves walking on the beach. Of course he loves the water and jumping in, but he loves talking to you whilst looking at the beach. Watching the light hit you and making you look as if you were sent from heaven. What can he say, he's a big "girlfriend" guy.
Even cuter, is his ambition to find the prettiest shell for his pretty girlfriend. As you chat and walk alongside the shore, laughing at stupid jokes and stories, he'll randomly freeze. He grabs a shell, runs to the ocean to quickly rinse it off and see if it's worthy of giving to you: which is always.
As you walk further along the shore, you're struggling to hold all of the little shells he's gathered for you. But you don't have the heart to tell him to stop. His small gasp when he sees a shell, and then his goofy smile as he runs back to you - how could you ever tell him to stop?
So once again, he handed you yet another shell with a bright smile on his face. Once again, you smiled back and accepted his offer, barely able to hold onto it. As you struggle to walk and hold all the shells, Jak notices and frowns.
"Let me hold some," He says gently, hand reaching out as he grabs a few of the shells he just handed you. As he takes some of the weight, you both continue to walk, giggling and laughing at his stupid jokes and stories once more.
#f1#f2#kimi antonelli#kimi antonelli x reader#paul aron#paul aron x reader#pepe marti#pepe marti x reader#zak o'sullivan#zak o'sullivan x reader#jak cr#jak crawford x reader#formula 1#formula 2#formula 1 x reader#formula 2 x reader#summer break#summer break 2024#f1 x reader#f2 x reader#pha55ed | kimi celly!#ka4#pa17#jmm21#zo2#jc7
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hello! I really enjoy reading ur work, so Iâm wondering if I could request a TUA (the umbrella academy) preference where the reader confesses their feelings during an argument (they arenât dating yet) no pressure ofc <3 thank u sm for being a good writer!!
Thanks for requesting!!! And thanks for those words, I might be slower at writing considering I have school tests everyday, well I mean Iâm in law school so what was I expecting-
Anyway, thanks a lot for everything đ«¶
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You = white text
Luther = blue text
Diego = red text
Allison = pink text
Klaus = orange text
Five = green text
Ben = also green text, but cursive (âcause Iâm running out of colors)
Viktor = purple text
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Luther Hargreeves
This takes place in season 1
The argument was pretty simple
You just wanted him to shut up for like 5 seconds about the moon and stop defending Reginald and digging into his death
You two were currently standing in the âmeeting roomâ in the Umbrella Academy along with others discussing how Reginald died. Sure you werenât part of this family, but you were invited anyway. Why you had no idea, maybe âcause you were a family friend?
âJesus Christ Luther, stop digging into it so much. It was a heartattack, calm downâ you rolled your eyes sighing as you agreed along with others that Reginald died of a heart attack.
âOh so youâre on their side now? Even my best friend, greatâ he chuckled at the irony rolling his eyes. âWell I wonder whyâ Diego sneered. Soon the whole room started arguing about it, youâve had enough of this. They were adults so they should act like it
Standing up from your seat you shook your head whistling which only caught Viktorâs and Allisonâs attention⊠not what you wanted.
âShut the fuck up!â You finally yelled and they all grew silent except for Diego who insulted his brother and you before storming off. âWeâre all adults yet you all act like kids. Get your shit togetherâ you sighed frustrated.
With that Luther got up and took few steps towards you âYou donât have a say in this. Dad was murdured, and last time I checked I was on the Moon to-â Luther started but got cut off by you
âLuther, for the love of god, as much as I love you, shut up about the Moon and stop defending himâ You rolled your eyes making Viktor raise his eyebrows suprised
Luther stood there kidna offended at first before realizing what you said âWait what?â You just cussed under your breath. This is gonna be a long day.
At first Allison was kidna jealous for sure, but slowly joined Klaus with sometimes teasing you. You had a lot of explaining to do.
Diego Hargreeves
This takes place in season 2
Along woth others you had enough of Diego thinking about J. F. Keneddy 24/7
It was another night at Elliotâs and here you were, sitting in a corner across the room from Diego with Five between the two of you. You all were watching a tape Hazel gave Five before dying, a man on a grassfield was standing there when the president is getting shot.
To be honest you rightfully along with Lila who was sitting near you had no idea who this is unlike the two boys who seemed shocked at it
âUh guys? Wanna also tell us who that is?â You asked awkwardly with Lila nodding slightly only to hear a whisper âdadâ escape their mouths at the same time.
âDo you see this? Thatâs dad and he is the one who killed the presidentâ Diego turned to you with a serious expression âOh here we goâ You rolled your eyes crossing your arms. âHow can you know for sure that it was him? It doesnât look like heâs holding a gunâ you just shrugged leaving Diego frowning
âDo you even listen to me? Thatâs a proof that he is the killer!â Diego stood up pacing around the room
âAnd you know that how? He-â you get cut off as he looks at you sharply, if you didnât know him youâd think heâs crazy
âTake it easy, Diegoâ Five said calmly trying to ease the situation, but of course it didnât help. âHe is the killer! Donât you hear me?! The evidence is right here!â Diego yells at you pointing at the tape
âOh for fuckâs sake, you donât wanna tell me that I fell for a madmanâ You scoffed crossing your arms taking a step towards him and he took a small step back as he processed what you said
âWell thatâs an awkward silenceâ Lila said chuckling slightly, but none of you spoke until Five told you both that thereâs no time for these things right now and you both followed him out to wherever you guys are going
âWeâre not done with this conversationâ Diego said, but not so agressively, more calmly yet of course not softly as it ainât in his nature.
Allison Hargreeves
This takes place in season 3
You were starting to get really annoyed with her, but when you caught her trying to rumor herself in the mirror to be happy you couldnât be angry or upset with her at that moment
You and other Hargreeves siblings were just miding your own businesses, but you did notice that Allison was missing. At first you didnât make a big deal out of it, she was being really annoying, but still that didnât mean that you didnât care about her. You were on this crazy Hargreeves rollecoster since the very beggining and they were all very dear to you.
So here you were looking through the whole hotel for her, you were starting to give up before you heard a glass break in the bathroom.
Slowly you stepped in and thatâs when you witnessed it. âI heard a rumor that you were happyâ Allison said trying to rumor herself through the mirror you werenât sure if itâd work, but you sure as hell were concerned by now, you were aware that she had a hard time, but this was really bad.
âAllison?â You stepped in properly after seeing that it doesnât work
Allison slightly jumped at the sudden voice, she didnât need to turn around to know that itâs you âWhat do you want?â
Her words were sharp, but you tried to ignore the feeling and took few steps closer, your eyes inspecting her bloody hand from the distance. âAre you okayâŠ?â You asked slowly unsure if she wants to open up
She just scoffed rolling her eyes as she faced you âSince when do you care?â You didnât like this defensive side of her, but you knew that loving her means loving her even at her worst
âI always cared, Al-â getting cut off Allison stood up properly frowning âNo you didnât. You donât care that Claireâs dead, you donât care that both my husbands are dead! You donât care at all!â
She shouted obviously getting irritated by your words even though they were honest. âAllison thatâs not true!â You tried to argue back âI care about you and mainly your wellbeing! You need help-â âI donât need help! Now get out!â She cut you off once again taking few steps towards you, but you didnât really take any steps back and stood your ground
âYes you do! Youâre even rumoring yourself to be happy! Youâre not alright at all!â You took a deep breath taking few steps towards her as well âJust let me help you!â You looked up at her, but she wasnât calming down any time soon and you knew that. âAnd why would you want that?! To impress others with your comforting skills?! Make me feel even worse?!â
She shouted, she knew damn well that she doesnât mean it and knew that sheâs being a bitch right now, but she couldnât stop. She was hiding her pain and anger deep down inside of her for too long and even though she didnât want to, she just had to let it out on you. Not âcause she wanted to, but âcause you were closest and she knew youâd forgive her overtime, plus you understood her and she just had to let everything out despite knowing itâs not heathly for neither of you.
âNo! Of course not! Allison I love you and donât want you to suffer! PleaseâŠâ
You were more calm at the end, but got confused when she shut up and just stared at you in shock before it hit you that you just confessed
âWhat?â She asked blinking in confusion, but also a neutral voice âAllison⊠I love youâ you repeated making sure she knows you donât mean just as friends
âPlease donât⊠Iâll just lose you too. Stopâ she mumbled shaking her head, she couldnât take another loss
âYou wonât lose meâ you stood up on your tip-toes and kissed her just shortly and slightly of course, you didnât wanna scare her. âNow let me help you with your handâ you took her bloody hand and started tending it knowing that Allison isnât ready for a relationship just yet so you didnât expect her to say it back right now, but you knew that she did love you.
Klaus Hargreeves
This takes place in season 1
You catch Klaus stealing in the Academy from his father on the funeral day
âKlaus? Wha- what are you doing?â You laughed seeing him under his fatherâs table where Reginald kept all his work
âOh Y/N! How nice it is to see youuuuuâ He sounded high and he probably was, but then again he had every reason to get high, but that doesnât mean you approved of it
Klaus quickly reached for a hug which you with a sigh accepted âKlaus youâre high againâ you crossed your arms rolling your eyes. âWe talked about thisâ
âBut those bitches are everywhere and itâs just so much betterâ he smiled amd you had to chuckle at his silliness âGive me the drugsâ you held out your hand raising eyebrows âOh you want it too????â
He asked and gave it to you and you just threw it out of the window âWhatâre you doing?!â He exclaimed with wide eyes âHelping you. Now go wash your face.â
You said clearly pissed off by his behaivor âY/n! I need those!!!â He whined making you roll your eyes âNo, you donât. You need therapy, along with this whole family of yoursâ you stated clearly
âY/N, Y/N, Y/NâŠâ He whined âYou donât understand what Iâm going through when Iâm clean!â He suddenly yelled at you making you raise your eyebrows
âNo Klaus, you donât understand what Iâm going through when I see the man I love somewhere begging for drugs instead of trying to get a real help!â
You argued back, but he stopped âWhat?â
Five Hargreeves
This takes place in season 3
You both didnât pick the same side when Reginald asked you all whoâs for saving the world and whoâs against it - you voted for saving the world while he didnât
âAre you serious?â You looked at Five frowning confused as he stood on the other side. âFive, after all this time of trying to save the world youâre just gonna give up on the only chance we have âcause your older you told you so?â
You scoffed shaking your head and he frowned stepping closer to you âY/N I am doing the right thing. Right, weâve been trying to save the world this whole time and did we manage to change something? Nein! Itâs over and over the sameâ Five frowned stepping closer to you
Unaware of the small distance between you two you stepped closer too and looked down at him âIâm not just gonna sit here and wait for the world to end with a boy I fell for and see him die. Five just come on and try this! One more timeâ
You sighed and tried to plea him, but to no vail as he didnât budge ââBoy I loveâ? Please donât bring that cocky shit-â âMaybe we should all calm down, alright?â Viktor tried to diescelate the situation, but failed as you and Five ignored him and kept arguing.
âYou think youâre always right, hm? You are a child, you-â However you cut him off with a sneer âA child? Thatâs rich coming from youâ Five took a deep breath and looked up at you his height making it impossible for him to look you straight in the eyes without looking up. âY/N I love you, but youâre starting to seriously piss me off-â He shut up as you all realized that another wave of Kugablitz is coming and had to run. Sure you two were gonna have to sort things out
Ben Hargreeves
This takes place in season 2
He got angry âcause you keep diapproving of him possesing Klausâ body
(Btw Y/N can see Ben here)
âAm I talking to Ben or Klaus?â You asked annoyed not seeing Ben anywhere so you just assumed that he posessed Klausâ body which was sitting on the floor
âHey Y/N! Itâs Ben! God Iâm so glad you came I couldnât find you at the courtyardâ he got up and hugged you tightly, but you could still feel that itâs Klausâ body which wasnât ideal at all. You didnât like it and you were over this conversation many times
âBen⊠you do realize that I can see you just like Klaus can, right?â You sighed shaking your head in disapproval âBut itâs not the same! In a body-â he starts but you just cut him off
âIn any body I canât see you, but the person whose body it is, Benâ you sighed shaking your head âBut Y/N, you donât understand⊠being ghost.. itâs as if Iâm nothingâ He took few steps closer to you, but you just backed up
âY/N, please just listen⊠you donât know what itâs like!â Suddenly he snaps. Thatâs very out of character of him. âGod, Ben. You donât get it do you?! I donât love the body you are in, I love you when youâre yourself, Ben!â
You shook your head frowning and andead silence falls in the room and you soon hear him parting from Klausâ body
âAw man, I feel like Iâll throw upâ Klaus moans and backs up. You ignore him whimpering and just focus on Ben whoâs too stunned to speak.
Itâs gonna be a long dayâŠ
Viktor Hargreeves
This takes place in season 2
Y/N is helping Five look for others so theyâd get them all to the suitcase in time, but Viktor insists to go back for Sissy and Harlan
You kept driving around couple of blocks looking for your best friend - Viktor - literally everywhere
Driving on a road leading away from Sissyâs farm you were slowly losing all hope, but for Viktorâs sake and your mental stabilityâs sake you kept going, you had to find him.
Driving away you saw another car passing by you and Viktor in it. Immediately you stopped in a way that your car - well a stolen car that you claim to be yours - died. Viktor on the other hand stopped slowly
âViktor? Thank God, where were you?!â You were quick to hug him before he even had a chance to get out of the car properly
âJesus! Y/N what are you doing here?â Obviously strandled a bit Viktor pulled away and rubbed your shoulder a bit âWhatâs going on?â
âFive found a way to get back home! No apocalypse or anything like that, we can go back!â You quickly explained and started walking towards your car, but stopped when you realized he wasnât following âViktor?â He shifted in his place thinking âI hate to tell you this, but we only have fifteen minutes-â you started, but he cut you off
âIâm taking Sissy and Harlanâ Viktor practically stated âWhat? Viktor you canât do that, their disappearance could have major concequencesâ you shook your head looking back at your watch. 13 minutes.
âWhat consequences would it create if weâd just take a farm boy and woman with us?â Viktor obviously had enough and he headed back to his car âWe donât have time for that Viktor!â You pulled him by his arm back and he only snatched it away âViktor donâtâ you warned him shaking your head, true you donât have powers, but he doesnât have to know that
âWhatâs so wrong about this? I love Sissy and am not leaving her!â You knew he did. He loves Sissy, but you kidna were in denial. âWhat?â He looked at you still angry, but more confused now that youâre silent. 2 minutes.
âSissy isnât the only one who loves you, you idiotâ you said and got into your car, but Viktor stopped you by your hand
âWhat?â
#request#preferences#the umbrella academy#luther hargreeves x reader#diego hargreaves x reader#allison hargreeves x reader#klaus hargreeves x reader#ben hargreeves x reader#five hargreeves x reader#viktor hargreeves x reader#luther hargreeves#diego hargreeves#allison hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#five hargreeves#ben hargreeves#viktor hargreeves
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Hey guys welcome to my massive rant about q!Fit and how cc!Fit is incredibly talented and underrated. Since y'all kinda blew up my twitter post LOL.
There are SO many things I could touch on so it's probably gonna be scattered around a lot.
1) Fit had a great character set up from the beginning. From the very start many people knew Fits reputation as a 2b2t veteran, a place with a toxic environment and brutal people. He was no exception, he was closed off to relationships and was very cautious/closed off to many things. Not only that but his past made people distrust him in the beginning. I loved the suspense it brought with his character and the question of why he WAS actually here. Since the whole "vacation" thing was never very convincing. My favourite part was a lot of this was IMPLIED! He built on the character he portrayed in his YT videos and it worked so well, adding small comments about his character here and there (like when he said q!Fits hearing was bad BC of all the explosions he's experienced).
2) His RP skills were another level, not only was he in character almost the WHOLE time when he was live (even donos) when he first did lore he would tease elements of it by writing cryptic messages when others were live. SUCH a good idea when you have a smaller audience and want to create suspense. Not only that, he would have set dates and times for BIG lore stuff, this honestly made it so much easier to keep track of and engage in, not only alone but with friends too! His actual lore was very different from many others, it was cinematic and well planned, yet it still left room for sudden changes. The final result was a cohesive story line that the audience could interpret. I just loved how I could understand what was happening but also have questions/cliffhangers!
3) the fucking MUSIC. Throughout his lore and start of his streams I adored his choice of music, "Stranger in Paradise" being a personal favourite that was not only reoccurring in more than one language but fit SO WELL. I also think it was very clever how a lot of his music choices for his character didn't make sense until you understand the full story e.g. "Can't say goodbye to yesterday". All of this really added a new perspective on his character, almost through cc!Fits own eyes. Along with his music choice just being absolute bops OFC.
4) THE SYMBOLISM. My absolute favourite lore moment of his was at the end of the "Attachments" lore stream. Where the sun is setting over the mountain, slowly covering a patch of roses in darkness. ALL WHILE an instrumental Italian version of "Stanger in paradise" played. Roses of course being a symbol of not only his and Pac's relationship but love in general. His love for Ramon and his friends. The love he had to grow, just like a rose. While the darkness symbolizes his past catching up to him, more specifically his deadline. His time with his family and friends ending, his loves disappearing. Chefs kiss because it makes me cry everytime fr.
5) q!Fit's sexuality (gay). There is something so poetic about a gay guy from an extremely homophobic wasteland learning to come to terms with his own sexuality and love in general. Him slowly building a loving relationship with Ramon, Growing feelings for Pac, Nervously coming out to his son and then finally indulging in the first relationship and FAMILY he had ever had. Finally learning to love and to be loved in return. Even if he is scared about his mission, or taking things too fast. Just learning to live a normal life.
6) Fitmc is criminally underrated and overlooked. I still remember when Fit got his first proper piece of fanart in the museum. It was like... JULY? or something. And I think that says enough. People had no idea he was even doing lore at some points. Averaging at about 1-2k viewers in the beginning, until hideduo came into the mix. A lot but still compared to others very low. I think because his viewers consisted of his YT audience it didn't translate well. But I'm so glad he was able to build a loving community on twitch <3
Anyways it's 3am for me, I probably have more to talk about but this is basically what I meant when I posted that tweet. Feel free to reblog and add your own favourite observations or moments. I wanna hear them! â€ïž
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obsessed with rich boy from influential family!beomgyu x bad influence!reader kind of au (similar to yj's after party except he isnt an asshole lol)
all beomgyu in this au knows is his world. grossly wealthy, traveling to countries across the world with friends during a school weekend casually kind of disposable wealth
meaning he definitely has set classist beliefs that he simply thinks are the rules of the world. sure, his friends aren't any better, but even they're more aware of the low lows of society.
but on top of being naive, stupid and ignorant, he's pretty. a complete himbo. his coasting throughout private school barely gets him by without expulsion. the subconscious batting of his lashes, smiles and puppy pouts surprisingly get him far lmao
never faced a real consequence in his life. never questioned his place at the top of the social ladder because he doesnât even realize there is a ladder. to him, the world is as simple as it is predictable. ofc until he meets you
you are the antithesis of everything heâs known. he doesnât understand you at first because you donât fit into any of the boxes heâs been taught to put people in.
eventually u start messing around with him more and more, sneaking him out to your world. and lol okay skipping to the smut i just love imagining annoying elitist beomgyu furrowing his brows at the reflection of his huge ass bathroom mirror, messily smudging black eyeshadow around his eyes with his finger bcs he thinks it'd impress you that hes making an effort for the underground club youre taking him to (lol)
after the club, having him come back with u at your place, stumbling back against the bed, and being alllll over him because of how pretty he looks with the messy eye makeup and ratty shirt despised how put together his outfit somehow still looked
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Collection of nrmt/klpl fics!
An oomf on Instagram asked if I could compile all my favorite Ace Attorney fics! They are all and Wrightworth and Klapollo fics. The first few are my favorites (usually means they made me cry or emotionally impacted me đ§) but I like all the others I linked here ofc as well! Many of these came from rec lists on tumblr, because thatâs how I started out reading aa fics!
Wrightworth fics
Legal Partners by Miggy, 132k words, 34/34 chapters, 2013
Summary: Miles Edgeworth isn't totally sure how he ended up in this bet to demonstrate the strength of his and Phoenix Wright's (entirely professional and platonic! really!) relationship, but he knows it's Klavier's fault.
Absolutely one of my most favorite fics ever, Iâm not gonna lie. Genuinely so good. I was clutching my phone the entire third act of the fic, absolutely ridden with anxiety. I read for 12 hours straight that third act, during exam season, eyes absolutely bloodshot and had a splitting headache by the end because I was staring at my phone for far too long. Itâs so good.
I think my biggest qualm I have with this master class of a fic if I had to say, would probably be the characterization of Klavier? he feels too straight in this I donât know how else to put it. But honestly itâs so minor I donât really care and Iâve read this twice (which I never do)
Project Matchmakers by WingSongHalo, 126k words, 16/16 chapters, 2018
Summary: It was quite distressing, Pearl thought. For years previously, she had been quite fixated on the idea of her cousin and Mr. Nick living happily ever after. Even after she had accepted that this would never happen, she was always somewhat enamored of the idea that one of them would someday be caught up in a whirlwind romance, passionate and adventurous.
So she was rather surprised to find herself immensely enjoying the steady, familiar relationship she saw between a defense attorney and a prosecutor. It wasn't loud or flashy or wild, but calm and reliable and quiet. Rather than a blazing fire that consumed everything, theirs was an affection like a candle flame, bringing forth light and warmth.
Well, except for when they were in court. Then they were rather more like two overzealous flamethrowers.
An excitable group of girls (and a reluctant Apollo) team up to make Phoenix and Miles realize they're crazy about each other. But are such measures really necessary?
Canon universe.
Loved this one. Very good. I loved the side casefic it had and how it affected the main characters as well. I love the everyone ships wrightworth trope so much.
A Night Youâll Never Regret by MaudMoon (Idle_Wanderings), 88k words, 7/7 chapters, 2018
Summary: After learning about a clerical error on their wedding certificate, Maggey and Gumshoe decide to go all out and invite their friends and family to a vow renewal ceremony in Las Vegas. Edgeworth, spurred on by his sister's threats encouragements, decides to use the trip as an opportunity to express feelings he's been holding onto for years.
However when Edgeworth, Larry, and Phoenix wake up the morning after Gumshoe's bachelor party, it doesn't take them long to realize things didn't go as planned: Edgeworth's cards have been declined, Larry has been mysteriously injured, and Phoenix wakes up wearing a wedding ring. And, to top it all off, Gumshoe is missing. They'll need to rush against time to find Gumshoe before his wedding, and to do that they'll need to figure out what the hell exactly happened last night.
Soooo good! I love the mystery aspect of it all and everyone recounting and slowly piecing together what happened. Itâs very sweet too and also kinda nsfw be warnedâŠ. also Maya x Rhoda was definitely not what I was expecting tbh
To play due process like a fiddle by Harmony, 19k words, 1/1 chapters, 2024
Summary: As far as Miles can tell, Agent Lang's initial impression of certified hot mess Phoenix "That Man" Wright upon their first meeting wasn't exactly the most positive, and tragically enough, it's not like Miles can really blame him for having that perception.
That said, they both probably should've known that Phoenix hadn't been named the Turnabout Terror for nothing.
(Or: what it means to judge solely based on first appearances and then have all of your expectations rocked off-balance, especially when they revolve around one of the most outstanding attorneys the criminal justice system has ever known).
Deeeeeelicious. So good. Love the tension between Phoenix and Lang and them essentially kinda fighting for Edgeworth even though itâs a very skewed battle against Lang. Aaaagh
A fool in love (with you) by gen, 17k words, 1/1 chapters, 2016
Summary: Miles and Phoenix (finally, no really, after two years of being engaged) decide to tie the knot. On the day of the wedding, they are reminded of all the moments that got them there.
Sooooo cute! This one helped inspire me for my last chapter of my own wrightworth fic actually! This author actually wrote a klapollo long fic Iâve been meaning to check out actually, called The Sound of Silence. Iâve been scared off by how heavy the warnings of the angst ahead are ngl. But this one shot in contrast is very fluffy and sweet!
A Beginnerâs Guide on how Not to Write Steel Samurai Fanfiction by chameleonwrites, 16k words, 6/6 chapters, 2021
Summary: Verity Baytum, a court stenographer, has a secret passion for writing Steel Samurai fanfiction based around the pairing Magisteel. When she finds an unlikely source of inspiration during her job, she can't help but watch court proceedings in search of further lines that fit her fics.
Miles Edgeworth, said source of inspiration, has a secret passion for reading Steel Samurai fanfiction based around the pairing Magisteel. It doesn't take long for him to realise the reason the characters sound like him and Wright is not due to personal projection.
I really liked this one, itâs very funny and sweet. I also realized this fic kind of predicted the name Verity for an AA characterâŠ
Yours, Mine, and Maybe Ours by estelraca, 13k words, 1/1 chapters, 2015
Summary: Phoenix convinces Miles to bring Trucy in with him for Bring Your Daughter to Work Day, despite Miles' misgivings. Everything becomes even more complicated when Kay Faraday and Shi-Long Lang call on him for assistance. Set between the original trilogy and Apollo Justice; mild spoilers for both Investigations games.
Loved this one! I really like any fics with Trucy as a bigger character (wow who knew look at all my SNS accounts with trucy pfps) especially ones that delve deeper into her relationship between her and Edgeworth.
The Prosecution Rests by Commander_Freddy, 4k words, 1/1 chapters, 2016
Summary: Miles Edgeworth goes to bed, and then wakes up.
Very good. Short but impactful and angsty and sweet. Commander Freddy has some other very good AA fics you should check out also.
Archeology by sunsmasher, 8k words, 1/1 chapters, 2014
Summary: Phoenix and Maya finally clean out Mia's office. Far, far too many people help.
Very short but very good. Deals with Mia grief and also has side Wrightworth content.
To Their Happiness by ,,,,, 41k words, 10/10 chapters, 2024
Summary: Trucy Wright sees that her daddy's friend, Miles Edgeworth, makes him happy in a way she can't. She knows he's sad and lonely, despite trying his best to hide it from her. She makes a promise to herself that she would try to have Miles around as often as she could, for his happiness.
Or, an evolution of Wrightworth's relationship through Trucy's eyes. Trucy and co. sees Phoenix and Miles feel that special way that adults feel for each other and tries to matchmake them. It's mostly Trucy doing that, though.
teehee. you think I wouldnât go without promoting my OWN fic? you thought wrong!!! Iâm also working on a Klapollo fic (itâs like 37k words so far) but Iâll be lucky if it gets uploaded by the end of 2024 with the pace Iâm writing it at. Itâs so close to completion thoughâŠ
Klapollo fics
Hot for Justice by indirectkissesiniceland, 43k words, 26/26 chapters, 2013
Summary: After the events of State v. Misham, Klavier finds himself in a slump, stressed at the prosecutor's office and unable to pen new songs. To his surprise, he finds creative inspirationâand unexpected feelingsâspending time with Apollo. Now if only he could release the new tracks without raising any suspicion as to whom his love songs are for.
God, is there a klapollo fic rec list without Hot for Justice on it? Itâs such a classic, and rightfully so. This fic also inspired me as well to write my next fic! Itâs just this good.
Vacation All I Wanted by JJsADragon, 111k words, 24/24 chapters, 2020
Summary: âA vacation?â Apollo asked.
âYeah! You know what a vacation is, right Polly? When are you going to get another opportunity like this? A beach vacation? A pool? Itâs not like you could afford this place without splitting the cost.â
One condo. Six lawyers. Seven secret plans. What could possibly go wrong?
This fic is like. A need I go on? Moment. Itâs so iconic and good. This along with Legal Partners probably permanently organized my brain chemistry, I think. Good god the angst. The fluff. this fic genuinely made me sob which. A book hasnât done that to me in a very long time! thereâs a scene where Apollo talks about grief and that was very relatable. This fic also does breach the subject of suicidal ideation, but it is brief. In general this is a lighthearted fic!
If itâs really me you seek by seamint, 83k words, 21/21 chapters, 2021
Summary: âAnyway,â Ema keeps going, fully ignoring his sarcasm in favor of staring at a neat corner where the walls meet the ceiling. âI asked if he wanted to go to your party together, but he said he wasnât going.â
âWhat?â Apollo suddenly finds it very hard to breathe. âWhy?â
âHell if I know,â Ema says nonchalantly, but then she turns to him with a smirk. âSee if you can figure it out: I believe he told me, and I quoteâahemâ'Ach, I would, FrĂ€ulein, but I believe Herr Justice would be more comfortable without me there.ââ
Or, when Apollo comes home from Khura'in only to learn that Prosecutor Gavin is avoiding him, the last thing he expected was for Gavin to offer to let Apollo stay at his house while he looks for a new apartment.
Itâs been a hot minute since I read this one (one of the first klapollo fics I read) but this one was veryyy good. Very much inspired me. Honestly all of Seamintâs stuff is good.
And if all my wishes could come true by seamint, 45k words, 8/8 chapters, 2022
Summary: ââOur sonâ my ass. Youâre getting way too into this,â Apollo grumbles, rolling his eyes. âIs this your dream? Do you dream of being divorced and paying alimony, Gavin?â
Klavier doesnât tell him that as far as dreams go, his is to live in a world where a relationship with Apollo, past tense or otherwise, is at all possible. Apollo doesnât need specifics, or terrible confessions in vet clinics that show how badly Klavier wants to play pretend with him.
Or, Klavier, Apollo, and how cats bring people together in the most convoluted ways possible.
Looove this. Very fluffy. Mikeko being the center of attention as well and thatâs of course why weâre reading this who cares abt klapollo frrr
Turnabout Dungeons (and Dragons) by Synthpop, 170k words, 33 chapters, 2016
Summary: According to Mr. Wright, Dungeons and Dragons is good, if not crucial, for cultivating trusting relationships between friends and coworkers. Apollo has his doubts.
So goood. I love D&D and Klapollo and this is the perfect mix of this. Bard klavier, paladin apollo, need I go on? Phoenix is the dungeon master and Ema, Trucy, Athena and Simon are also apart of the party as well
can I go where you go by parchmints, 40k words, 6/6 chapters, 2021
Summary: Apollo Justice has rotten luck: he actually wins the grand prize for a mail-in contest, but It's a couple's getaway to a fancy ski lodge in the mountains and Apollo is aggressively single. With no one to go with, Apollo offers them to Klavier since surely, a rockstar would be able to find a date before then, but Klavier has a better ideaâthey go together and pretend they're a couple. That way, they both get a vacation, plus free food and wine.
And well, Apollo's never been one to pass up free food.
So good!!! Thereâs some wonderful art in this one as well!! I remember being super hooked by this one and giggling over the fake dating stuff. Loved it
Things are as they are by hechima, 34k words, 3/3 chapters, 2021
Summary: Klapollo cabin fic. That's really all this is.
Need I say more? Yes, two cabin fic recs back to back. One cabin in the snow and the other in some desert. Loved the character analysis in this one.
Gravity by Euphorion, 46k words, 7/7 chapters, 2014
Summary: In the aftermath of his brother's arrest, Klavier is trying to balance his law career and a solo music career, with some successâbut with less savory consequences as well. His fans are fixating on every aspect of his life, desperate for his attention and jealous of his relationships with the people around him. They've singled out his courtroom rival, Apollo Justice, as the target of their frustrations.
hooo boy this one is pretty angsty in a way. Lots of things going on in this one. We have some crazy Gavinners fans in this, endangerment of lives, stalking, mail⊠itâs a bit dark but very engaging!
Itâs all that I am and all that I have by eternalmagic, 58k words, 12/12 chapters, 2016
Summary: Apollo sucks in a breath, attempting to steel his nerves. Should he honestly send this...? He doesn't even know who this man is. This is a huge, huge mistake. But, even so, he hits send before he can remind himself of how awful an idea this is.
Dear You,
I think I love you. Just wanted you to know.
From,
Me
Klavier's phone pings with an email notification, and the moment he reads it, the smile fades from his face. God, this was so much easier when he didn't know that the sender hated him in real life.
[ or, the you've got mail au. ]
Sooo good! Iâve never watched the movie before, and honestly, you donât have to. Itâs very engaging and oh my goddd the angst you have to get through to get to the fluffâŠ. So worth it.
Anyway, Hereâs Guilty Love by u_andcloud, 129k words, 22/22 chapters
Summary: The entirety of Ivy U is smitten with Klavier Gavinâwith one exception. Apollo Justice could do without Klavierâs constant presence in the quad, where he serenades passerby with acoustic versions of his band's songs. Apollo is also not particularly fond of Klavierâs clothes, his hair, his tendency to sprinkle German into his conversations, or the fact that, despite all of this, Klavier is still at the top of the class.
So when Klavier asks Apollo to help him start a club for aspiring lawyers on campus, Apollo isnât entirely sure why he accepts. Itâs a resume builder, he tells himself. Itâs not like he has to like the guy.
Except, well....he's starting to think that he might.
[Or, a simple college AU turned AA4 re-imagining.]
AHHHHH. College AU fic set in Ivy U. In AU fics like these, Iâm always interested in how the author will deal with Kristoph, considering his story is so intertwined with both Apollo and Klavier. This fic did it so well and seamlessly my goddd. I loved it.
Undeniable you (the currents pulling me onward) by experimentaldragonfire, 59k words, 11/11 chapters, 2020
Summary: Kristoph Gavin is found dead in his prison cell, and Klavier Gavin is the prime suspect.
With nobody else available to defend him, Apollo Justice flies in from Khura'in to take the case--but during the course of the trial and its aftermath, long-hidden secrets come to light.
I looove Klavier being suspected of murder fics. They executed this concept very well. I know abt experimentaldragonfire as they were one of the hosts for the klapollo minibang (2024) I was apart of! Their writing is indeed, fire. Check out their other fics as well!
Apollo Justice: Between the Cases by joggingoctopus, 84k words, 18/18 chapters, 2023
Summary: What happened between cases in the Apollo Justice game? Here's one way things could have played out!
A retelling of apollo Justice, kind of! I really liked how the author explained some of the stuff in Ace Attorney, and it will go into my personal AA belief system I think. They also have a sequel fic which Iâve yet to read bc im very scared! (Clay things)
Delicate by ronsenberg, 30k words, 5/5 chapters, 2020
Summary: Everything about the situation is wrong, from the suitcase in Apolloâs arms to the blaring of car horns from the cars waiting behind him. It doesnât matter. âI have been thinking-â he starts, voice faltering. It is very unlike him to be at such a loss for words, but he has never found himself in a situation quite like this before. âAch, wondering, really-â
Apollo raises his brow, glancing at the digital clock on the dash and back into Klavierâs eyes in quick succession. âKlavier, my flight-â
â-Marry me?â The words come out in a rushed and poorly articulated interruption. Apollo blinks, his mouth falling slightly open in surprise. âWhen you come back, ja? Marry me.â
A Post-Spirit of Justice Proposal fic.
As of writing this right now, I just finished this fic so itâs very fresh in my memory! I really liked it! The way they wrote what would most likely be a realistic depiction of Klapollo if it were to happen in real life. It has all the downs and lows and the highs that youâd expect in a realistic relationship.
Glowing embers dying fire by virtualmushroom, 88k words, 20/20 chapters, 2023
Summary: Klavier has a crush on Apollo and he makes that abundantly clear.
Apollo, however, is oblivious and takes Klavier's enamored flirting for simple teasing. After all, why would a famous prosecutor rockstar come to like an "average" guy like him?
Despite that, Apollo comes to unlearn the preconception he has of Klavier and see beyond his mask, into the person he really is, someone not as cheerful as he may appear.
An also realistic in-canon depiction of Klapollo I really like! This was also written by my good friend!
Words Come Fluently by ItsyRoyal, 50k words, 12/12 chapters, 2021
Summary: Klavier Gavin is the most famous rockstar in the world. Guilty Love is about to go platinum and the tour sold out fourteen stadiums. So there's really, really no reason why one anonymous music critic on Youtube who hates him should get under his skin. And yet somehow he'd do just about anything to convince MikekoMusic to like him.
Apollo has been doing Youtube as a fun side hustle while he tries to break into the talent management industry, and he's just landed an assistant gig working for Kristoph Gavin. Whose main client is his golden boy younger brother. Whose music Apollo has been anonymously trashing for years.
Yeah, this is all going to go fine.
auuuuuuuuuuugh oh my god the DRAMA in this. Really good. The best part about this is the reassurance of no murders and clay BEING ALIVE!! I love clay alive fics, esp if theyâre of him reacting to Klapollo.
Mission Control by ForeheadandFop, 12k words, 1/1 chapters, 2015
Summary: Like any good friend, Clay takes an interest in Apollo's career; he can't help it if the most interesting part is Klavier.
Loved this as well. Very good. It fulfills my needs of clay reacting to klapollo as mentioned above but however. This is canon compliantâŠ.đ§happy ending though âŠ
I think thatâs it for my list for recommendations! Sorry a lot of them are long fics đđ
#ace attorney#apollo justice#klapollo#wrightworth#wrightworth fic recs#wrightworth fics#klapollo fic recs#klapollo fics
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Hiii! I asked this question on the âOsanaâ Reddit and you said you had more, SOOOO: What are all of your headcanons for the Male Rivals?? General Headcanons pretty pretty please :3
Haiii! Good to see you on here ^w^ & ofc!
(Also ignore the fact half of them don't get fun pictures or a gif I'm posting from the app lol xD)
General Male Rivals Head cannons!
Osano Najime
He is stupidly good at playground games (like rock paper scissors, go fish, etc) to the point where nobody wanted to play with him as a kid because they knew he'd win.
Favorite Pixar movie is inside out.
He actually is really good friends with Hanako. They both spend a ridiculous amount of money on blind bags together. And whenever Osano goes to the store he keeps an eye out for ones Hanako would like.
And Hanako has made him a friendship bracelet, which Osano being the tsundere he is, promptly pretended to hate it but still wears it as an anklet to this day.
Has helped organize fund raisers for local animal shelters and veterinary emergency rooms.
I feel like he has contact lenses and wore glasses in middle school. Whenever he's doing his judgemental stare his friends if he's put his contacts in that day.
He gets really into decorating and customizing his phone, like changes his whole layout, stick, phone charms, pop socket, app overlays, wallpaper, depending on what season it is.
Reads shojo manga but pretends to hate it.
^ his favorite is fruits basket
Amao Odayaka
One time he was at his great grandma's house making sourdough bread, and he accidentally slammed it on the old wooden counter so hard that he made a hole which the dough fell through to the cabinet shelf below. So not only did he break a counter he also had to scrap the whole batch. That memory haunts him and keeps him up at night.
Impulsively buys every apron he sees. He has a whole section of his closet purely dedicated to aprons.
Favorite movie is ratatouille, naturally.
He is uh, a little dense when it comes to social cues. He's nice don't get me wrong, just he isn't very good at getting sarcasm.
His favorite deserts to make are macarons and pound cake.
He has a love-hate relationship with the Gordon Ramsay show 'Hell's Kitchen' because he gets ridiculously mad at the condition the kitchens are always in. But he loves seeing the before and afters.
He runs the cooking club like a pirate ship tbh, he usually has to break up fights between the members. Except for Saki because she minds her own beeswax.
Kizano Sunobu
He has played many, many, roles in theater such as: The Wicked Stepmother From Cinderella, The Phantom of the opera, The Rat King, King George the third in Hamilton, and many more.
He can sing quite well, and took gymnastics lessons as a child so he could very much be considered a quadruple threat. (Singing, Acting, Dancing, and Acrobatics.)
Went to a preforming arts high school, but due to his family moving he had to transfer to Akademi.
His favorite animated movies are Leap! And Anastasia. Although he does have a love for old Disney aesthetics.
He has quite sensitive skin, being allergic to glycerin, so he has to be very particular about what products he buys.
Kizano plans on becoming a Broadway actor once he graduates, and because of that he is fluent in both Japanese and english, and is working on learning Spanish.
He really appreciates the club members who are stage hands, always making sure to thank them after every show.
While he is cocky, egotistical, and down right self centered at times, he does truly appreciate his club members.
He has some, interesting opinions on the other club leaders...
He likes and appreciates Amao, mainly because they both have an unyielding passion for their respective fields.
He hates and despises Asuo, because he finds him too relaxed and annoyingly positive.
He in fact does not know Oko exists.
Oko Ruto
Is very good at sewing due in part to the fact he likes to replace the button hole embroidery on his white shirts to a beige tone and the buttons to match his eyes, making it look like his buttons are eyeballs. Also because sewing comes in handy for occult/supernatural shenanigans.
Likes to visit graveyards to see if there's any intriguing tomb stones. Like funny last words, statues of the dead, intriguing ways a person died, ect.
^ he is very respectful though, only really approaching graves that are particularly old.
The occult club does more than just stalking students and summoning demons. they also practice ways to tell the future, speak to ghosts, birth chart and palm readings, and alien investigation night. (Held every other Tuesday.)
He watches BuzzFeed unsolved supernatural. Because weirdly enough true crime gives him the creeps but not ghosts and ghouls.
His favorite animated movies are, Spirited Away, Alice in wonderland, and Paranorman.
His father was a paranormal investigator, but has major Dale Gribble vibes so safe to say he runs an occult goods shop with tarot cards, oujia boards, future reading tea and eggs, and more now after being 'encouraged to retire'.
His mother is a practicing psychic who was actually brought in to help solve the murders at Akademi. She now runs an in store future reading service. Personality wise she's very much so like Jessica Rabbit, sweet charming, and a showman at heart.
Asuo Rito
This man seems like a golden retriever and he is, but sweet Lord does he not actually process his emotions. Everytime he gets upset over something he just throws himself further into training regiments.
Has like seven dogs currently and overall in his life he's had twenty.
Enjoys all sports but knows he should be focusing on just one, but he just can't pick. He enjoys track and field best, but that could just because that's what he wins the most medals for....
Took one martial arts lesson when he was ten and Budo accidentally broke his nose. Swore off martials arts ever since.
Speaking of which, childhood friends with Budo, although at first they didn't like each other because they were on opposing soccer teams.
He in fact does not know Kizano has one sided beef with him. He thinks of all the club leaders as his friends, except Kaga, he finds him creepy.
Favorite animated movie is the Incredibles.
Man is his and his teams own cheerleader, doing full on chants and cartwheels at swim meets.
^ has accidentally cartwheeled into the pool, DURING A RACE.
Mujo Kano
This man would make a better mortician than a nurse! He always gets hung up on fixing patients hair rather than filling out important paperwork.
Studying to be a pediatrician, specifically specializing in infants.
Has an unhealthy build a bear problem. He builds a bear every week and they have invaded his couch, bed, and shelves.
He is a walking disaster. Someone save him.
Osoro Shidesu
Chain smoker, no further elaboration.
He's weirdly stoic, like definitely not a party person, despite being a delinquent hooligan he reminds sorta like an old timey knight.
Rbf to the max, man came into this world with a scowl. There's not a single picture of him in his childhood where he doesn't look like a hell spawn.
Good at cooking in the same way a shady Denny's chef is good at cooking. Like cigarette in hand, cussing under his breath, while making the best funfeitti pancakes known to man.
It brings joy to his grinchy little soul to see a slug bug. Like in ironically giggles when he sees one.
Also thinks clowns are hilarious. In another life he'd be a shady circus owner.
He either has the cutest softest smile known to man, or the creepiest smirk ever.
Favorite animated movie, Up and lady and the tramp.
At his core he does believe in fairness. If a guy is harassing a waitress he won't hesitate to take him outside iykyk.
Hanako Yamada
Has gotten his arm stuck in an arcade machine after trying to just grab the plushie he wanted. The fire station was called and had to help get him out.
Wears keychains on his belt loops of his favorite characters like Keroppi, Hello Kitty and Mimi, and Happy from fairy tail.
Is actually not that social around those he doesn't know, personally I like to think he has some form of social anxiety which prevents from getting close to many people.
The reason why he dresses so cutely is that he figured that even if people stared at him, at least he'd know why rather than just being clueless.
Favorite animated movie is the toy story saga which he cries to every time he rewatches.
Really enjoys playing matchmaker with people he knows, for example in middle school he introduced his aunt to his homeroom teacher, leading for them to get married three years later.
Loves playing animal Crossing (and spending a ridiculous amount on leaf tickets in pocket camp)
Has an absurd amount of plushies, except he does know how to stack them properly to make it seem like he only has a few.
Is studying to be an architect or interior designer, he hasn't quite decided yet but he hopes to someday make homes that'll reflect his clients essence.
Has two pet hamsters, Hamtaro and Hamantha.
Megamo Saikou
Denser than cement when it comes to how much things cost. Not like business expenses because he's been trained for that, but he does think a loaf of bread costs twenty bucks.
Was a premature baby and had a heart problem causing him to be rushed into surgery nearly immediately after being born.
Would be studying to be a brain surgeon if he wasn't set in stone to inherit the company.
Actually rather appreciates the arts, such as art galleries and musical theater.
Favorite animated movie is sleeping beauty.
Likes to people watch, he finds it amusing to see how others live.
Is a horrible cook, like cannot make box Mac n cheese.
#i dont support yandev#yandere simulator hcs#yansim hcs#yandere simulator head cannons#yansim head cannons#yansim#yandere simulator#yansim male rivals#yandere simulator male rivals#male rivals#osoro#yansim osoro#osoro shidesu#osano najime#osano#kizano sunobu#kizano#hanako yamada#hanako#yansim hanako#amao odayaka#amao#asuo Rito#asuo#oko ruto#oko#mujo kina#mujo#megamo saikou#megamo
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Introducing; Yuichi Usagi-Cuddles!
Thereâs a slight typo in his basic character bio, (first, grey image) other than âyuich,â his family in America lives in the part of the hidden city under Jersey. He lives in Jersey. Heâs a Jersian. So in terms of leosagi, itâs gonna be an enemies-to-lovers comedy-of-errors muahahahaha!!
More (a LOT more) info about him as his own guy under the cutoff :D âŹïž
Basically; Heâs a silly guy! I feel like his kinda buffoonish, embarrassing personality in canon is simultaneously PERFECT for Riseâs writing style & grievously underrated in fanon depictions. So heâs this clownish type of character, haha.
Okay, time to go hyperfixation mode.
Adhd & his stubborn attitude;
He has ADHD! Executive function issues makes it hard for him to start tasks & manage himself, so he relies on his teams (the Mad Dogs when heâs training & the Rise equivalent to his canon friend group on his own time) to not only instruct him, but also hold him accountable & keep him on task. Heâs body-doubling without even realizing it.
Although, he resents the things he does to accommodate his disability. He doesnât notice that doing the things he does genuinely helps or why so he thinks heâs using them as a crutch because of incompetence. Every time he gets stubborn and ignores the things he needs to do, he crashes and burns. When he was new in town with no teacher & no friends who liked martial arts, he became a huge sad sack until the kraang invasion.
His character arc is about being able to rely on other people & accommodations. That relying on a bit more help than other people doesnât make you incompetent, choosing to seek out the support you need so you can do your best is the true mature thing to do. I was inspired by canon Yuichiâs struggles with paying attention and Riseâs themes of cooperation. (& also my own experience with adhd and learning with executive function issues & junk)
Relationships w/ the turtles;
The Mad Dogs agree to let him like, intern with them? So he can see what itâs like to be a vigilante, they offer him advice and they occasionally go on low to mid-tier missions with his help. They take him on cause they think more heroes and allies out there, the less work they have to do haha. Also, one of the writers mentioned a season 3 would have them adjusting to being ~official heroes,~ I think this would be them trying to be âreal.â
Heâs closest friends with Mikey out of the whole group! (Adhd solidarity) Then it goes Donnie -> Raph -> and finally Leo (for now muahaha)
I tried to give Leosagi an interesting dynamic with constructing his character like this; They have similar insecurities from drawing self-worth from technical capabilities that they can develop past together, but Leo is clever and calculating about it vs Yuichi being rash and impulsive. So like smart x stupid but theyâre the same actually.
His Family in Jersey;
He speaks english fluently because heâs visited his American family frequently his whole life, theyâre very close. He has an accent though since he mainly speaks Japanese.
I havenât fleshed out this concept enough, but I think members of his jersey/Cuddles half of the family would be spoofs of characters from the original yojimbo comics, implied to be reincarnations? Except Miyamoto ofc. (iâll explain later..)
Reusing the ninja orphans plotline from the original show, his family utilizes their cute appearances to run an orphanage too. They wonder why this Chizu lady is constantly showing up with unhoused children, but theyâre just grateful theyâre safe now.
Everyone in his family HATES Mrs. Cuddles, they all think sheâs in prison and are happy about it. She mightâve given him that scratch on his face.
Additional;
He is gay.
Thank you for your time.
#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#artists on tumblr#rottmnt#leosagi#leoichi#tmnt#tmnt fanart#adhd#adhd character#rottmnt usagi#tmnt leonardo#rottmnt leo#gonetoforksâ art
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for every person who complains about how boring realism and responsibility is in fanfic there's me, who claps and cheers whenever wwx exhibits independence and self-reliance. because YES learning to accept love and support is an important part of his jouney but equally important is lwj proving he's WORTH that trust and I cannot stand when he goes all 'really? I can stay with you? đ„șđ„șđ„ș?' um did you know that's wei wuxian who's first of all been let down so many times he's developed extreme self-reliance by necessity and is acutely aware of the historical importance of it and second of all is rightfully one of the proudest and most confident and capable characters in the series. did you know he made a home out of a nightmare burial ground and lived there for a community of political refugees for years. are you kidding me
trying to read fanfic but hearing the voice in the back of my brain going 'girl....the potential for financial abuse' you know how it is
#by pride I mean. this lwj is practically a STRANGER to him it's not like being helped by a friend#not that losing housing and needing to move in w a friend means you're not capable or self-reliant ofc it's in the way the author construct#the situation and how they have wwx react#lwj would need to know him for YEARS before he gets to see that vulnerability r u kidding meeeee#like wwx needing to move in w friends/family doesn't bother me. of course. but he would hate being dependent on anyone else based on#his personality. and he would resist PERMANENT housing from someone he barely knows for similar reasons. and bc he finds it hard to need pp#except like his sister/brother probably until the jiang pressures come in#man je might find it hard to live w jc even in a modern au. jc would be uh. rough to live w for a wwx whose not doing well#ficblogging
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Im LITERALLY so down bad for dilf Jake Sully like omfg. Could you write a fic where maybe he is like your dads best friend yk like a forbidden romance with an age gap? (Ofc the reader is still over 18 duh)
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Forbidden secrets
Pairing: Dilf!Jake sully x 23 year old!Fem!Omatikaya!Reader
PART 2
Summary: You have a little to much fun celebrating your birthday, and the man you often caught yourself fantasizing about was the one to take you home.
Warning(s): Mature language, use of alcohol, Corruption kink, DOM!Jake, Praise kink, 15 year!age gap, unprotected p in v, degradation, dilf jake being a warning himself đ« , cr*ampie, consensual!non!consent, f!ngering, marking, mentions of blood, semi public??? This smut is LONG
Saturday nights were usually days where Jake would relax at home and take a break from anything outside, but for today, he had to make an exception just for you.
Jake sully was your fatherâs best friend and right hand man when it came to anything business related. You grew up knowing Jake as one of the people you looked up to, but sometimes you couldnât help but think about why that was.
As you got older, youâd catch yourself staring at the older man way more then usual. Youâd notice when his braids were fresh and new, or when he cut his hair and lost the smallest amount of weight. Your mind had memorized every scar from previous battles that scattered his blue skin, and you knew how many freckles he had on his face. You never realized how good looking he had been till you grew up.
As for Jake, ever since youâd turned 21, he had his eyes glued to you and the way you were. Just like you, heâd find himself staring at your hips when youâd sit down and how they outlined your perfect hourglass body, or the way your hair touched the small of your back. Heâd often take you hunting with him and that only made it worse, seeing the way your body moved when you pulled back a bow or even just stretched.
It was safe to say the two of you had the most forbidden feeling toward one another, and it made both of you feel so terrible.
Tonight was your 23rd birthday and of course you decided to share it with friends and family in an open area within the forest. Most of the clan had went but there were also people you knew who couldnât go, having to tend to duties or watch their children since your party was definitely an adult only type of event. Your father was one of them, out running scout trips with a few other men while you celebrated without him.
It bothered you at first but you couldnât think of anything else other then the drinks you had downed over the course of the night. Youâd danced with many guys, sung with your friends, and even made a toast to which your very drunk words barely let you finish. It was safe to say you were the most drunk youâd ever been.
And Jake saw that.
âHaving fun, Kid?â He asks, approaching you. Your conversation was cut short by the deep voice behind you, your laughing coming to an end as you turn to the familiar face with a smile.
âJake! Your here!â You threw your arms around his large torso making him let out a small grunt, holding up your drunken body that so easily gave into his touch. âThought youâd never showâ Your friends are watching you with a smirk on their faces, eyes on the man above you that they so obviously thought was attractive as well. After all, he was Toruk Makto.
Jake frowns, excusing the two of you from your friend group before bringing you away from the crowd, gently pulling you off of him. âYour trashed, arenât ya, peach?â You giggle and shake your head, taking another sip of the cup that was in your hand.
âN-no! Thisâthis is water!â You argue, holding it up to show him. He only sighs at you, reaching to take it but you quickly pulled it back, shaking your head. âI promise, Jake! Whatâs the difference? Itâs my birthday, you know?â
âI do know, and your shitfaced, Y/N. Itâs time to get you homeâ He reaches for your drink again, this time being able to grab hold on it but not without your retaliation. âPeach, Iâm really not trying to-â Just then, the alcohol spilled all over you. Both of your hands drop the glass once you let out a gasp and look down to watch it run down your body. Your clothing was now drenched, dripping with liquid all the way down your legs.
âAre you happy! Now my clothes are wet and I donât even have a drinkâ Jake doesnât miss how you sniffle, kneeling down to see if the glass was broken which is so clearly was. He sighs and walks over to your helpless body, lifting you up gently so you wouldnât stumble into it. âI was just having fun!â
âI know, Peach. I knowâ He thumbs away the preexisting tears that slipped down your cheeks before kneeling down, lifting you into his arms. âIâm gonna take you home, alright? Get you cleaned up, your gonna feel so much betterâ His voice is soothing against your ear and you canât help but nod, closing your eyes to rid you of the spinning feeling inside your head.
Your relaxed as the man carries you through the forest, staring up at his features that you noticed never drastically changed since he was younger. His skin was glowing in the moonlight above you, and his yellow eyes were big trying to find your cave in the dark. You giggle at his frustrated expression, reaching up to touch his face.
âYou look pretty, Sorry for screaming at youâ Your apology makes him chuckle and his eyes are suddenly back on you, watching as a smile crept up to your lips. âI want a bath⊠a bath sounds amazing right nowâ
âGood thing thatâs exactly where Iâm taking you, huh?â You hum in agreement as he enters your cave, turning on the lantern that lit up your entire bedroom. He sat you on your hammock before excusing himself to grab some water and maybe some fruit for you to eat, trying to at least sober you up a tiny bit before you fell asleep.
You on the other hand, worked to remove your wet clothing that stuck to your skin. You had on celebration clothes so they were much more uncomfortable and skin showing, but the top wouldnât come off and you were getting frustrated. Your mind begins to roam with anxiety as you fiddle with the strings, afraid of what Jake might say when he comes back to your half naked body.
But another part of your brain is telling you to keep it there. To keep the wet top on your body so it continued to show the curve of your breasts and nipples, and to allow your bottom half to show on full display for the older man to see. The ideas intrigued you; having Jake sully look at you like that⊠to look at you with hungry eyes like youâd always imagine when you were alone.
Oh Eywa, how badly you wanted him to touch you.
It was so forbidden but it felt so right, like you needed him to see you the way you saw him.
âOkay, hereâs someâŠâ Just as you had planned, you watched as his voice trails off and his eyes glue to your body, taking in every freckle and every line that scattered your skin. You were practically naked for fucks sake, how could he not look? He hated himself. He hated that he saw you the way he did but the truth was that he couldnât see you any other way. He saw the way youâd look at him every so often and you saw the way heâd look at you, there was no reason to hide it anymore.
âI need some help with my top, Jakeâ Your voice is soft and slightly demanding as you stand to your feet, watching as Jake clears his throat, setting down the fruit and water he had grabbed for you. âItâs stuck⊠and stickyâ
âYour uh⊠you donât have anything on, Y/N-â
âYes I do. I have this onâ you tug at the top on your chest, watching him take a deep breath. Were you getting to him? You definitely were. His eyes are anywhere but near you now which made a smirk tug at your lips, approaching the man. âWhat is it, Jake? Donât tell me youâve never seen a woman without clothes before?â
He fought with himself as he tried to hold back, biting his bottom lip as his eyes scanned your hips, taking a liking to the curve of your body. You were a tease, who knew? It was wrong of him to look at you like this⊠but why couldnât he stop? Why couldnât he turn away.
A single hum vibrates through your throat as you let your hand reach for his arm, fingertips ghosting over his skin. Yes, you were intoxicated but you knew exactly what you were doing. If anything, you were glad you had the liquid courage to do this because if you were sober, you wouldâve never tried.
But believe it or not, you deeply wanted to do this.
âY/Nâ Your name comes hoarse out of his mouth, almost in a warning tone. You were playing with fire, didnât you know this? Jake was so much bigger then you, and his gaze burned holes through your skin whenever he looked at you. âYour drunk, peachâ He breathes but you only giggle, eyes taking in his every ab and detail on his chest; his very strong, large chest. You look up to the man with that same smirk still on your face, letting your fingers move from his arm to his chest.
âAnd so, so hornyâ His cock twitches at your words, your eyes were burning against his own, and your face was almost undeniable in that moment. Your sweet doe eyes were big and pleading but your body was confident, touching his like it was going to take what it wanted. âCome on, Jake. You want to help me, donât you?â Stop looking at her, Jake! Just put her to bed and leave! Jakeâs thoughts were roaming so wildly through his head, the only thing that was holding him back was the fact you were so clearly drunk, and he feared taking advantage of you.
âI canât help you, not if your drunkâ He finally refuses but your not taking that answer, only touching more sensitive areas on his body to gain his upmost attention.
âI appreciate you for saying that, but you and I both know Iâve been wanting this. You, have been wanting this tooâ Your voice is soft but full of intent as you press your hand to his chest, feeling the chisels of his abs between your fingers. âIâve seen the way you look at me when we hunt, and how you watch my hips sway when I walkâ He looks down at you as you watch your hands against him, letting them guide themselves up his perfectly toned body. âTell me, Jake. Have you ever touched yourself to the thought of me?â
His breath is hitched as you let your hands travel up his back, moving closer to the man with ease. You had him right where you wanted him. âI⊠I donât think-â
âDonât lie to me, Jakeâ Your eyes meet at your words and he can no longer act like itâs not true, taking a deep breath before nodding his head gently to you. âI touched myself to you this morning, you know why? Eywa, you just looked so good with your hair wet, and the way the water fell down your body⊠makes me so hotâ
Your hand eventually make it to the back of his neck, shaking under his dreads with ease. You were as close as you could be, eyes looking up at him with that pleading look. âAlways think about how good youâd treat me, how good youâd fuck meâ You could feel his heart beating faster and faster against you, and you watched as his eyes slowly forgot their loving state that he was so obviously trying to fight. âWhy are you still holding back? You want me to get on my knees and beg you to fuck me?â Now you were just being a brat. Your voice was clearly in a teased tone and your body language was trying to get the best of his, you could see his jaw clenching at every word you uttered.
You lean up to the older manâs ear, brushing your lips against its lobe. Your breath was hot against his ear and you could feel his hands start to move from his sides, hesitant to touch your waist. âYou better make me beg, Mr. Sullyâ That was it. That was his breaking point.
From the moment you whispered in his ear, to when his hands roughly grabbed at your waist, you couldnât remember much until he was pushing you against the wall of your cave, keeping a slight amount of distance between the two of you as he took in your messy-hair state. You were laughing, biting your nail like this was funny to you. Jake didnât see the appeal, if he was going to fuck you, he was going to ruin you.
âYour playing a dangerous game, Kidâ He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the caveâs walls, closing you between him and the stone. You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face.
âAt least one of us is playing dangerousâ The two of you stood there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until Jake finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he lifts you into the air, wrapping your legs around his waist as soon as you moaned against him. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.
Once again, your back is crashed against the wall as he completely devours your lips into his, fingers digging into your skin as did yours to his dreads, slight pulling them back when you needed to breath. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.
Your moans are what encourage him the most. Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe Eywa, heâd had that dream many, many times before.
âIâve waited so long for thisâ Your breathless above him, gripping his dreads between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was big, he was so fucking big. It shouldâve scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.
âOlder girls waitâ He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his fangs were brushing your skin, hungry for it like some starved vampire. He wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to.
âNothingâs stopping you from getting an older girlâ You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. âAnd nothings stopping you from marking me, Mr sullyâ A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed green eyes.
âCanât have an older girl when I have a brat I need to take care of, now can I?â Heâs so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didnât know you had. You were a brat, but you were his brat. âThatâs how you like it, huh? Like being bad?â Your ears are perking at his every word and your eyes light up with a laugh to your lips, smile so big you couldnât relax it. âJesus, your so dirty, arenât you?â
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders. âI guess youâll have to find that outâ His eyes. Oh Eywa, his eyes were so hungry as he set you down on your feet, giving you a devilish look before kneeling in front of you. At first you didnât know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.
His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something. But you didnât know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.
âFuckâ You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the stone, not even realizing the man under you was now fully under you. âS-shit!â Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on the man under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didnât. âS-sneaky little shitâ You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didnât want to seem weak.
But holy shit, this man knew how to use his tongue.
Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew youâd come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.
âI know your not holding back on me, are you?â His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldnât fall. Jake was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.
âThatâs all? Maybe your the one holding backâ He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his large, slender fingers inside you. âJ-Jake, let me sit down fir-â
âNoâ He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You couldâve taken it had you been sitting, but your legs couldnât function correctly when he was destroying them under you.
His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moanâs increased. It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldnât hold on, your legs were far too weak.
âPlease, pleaseâJake, pleaseâ His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, heâd take his time with you but now? You were being such a brat, he knew he couldnât last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you. âG-gonna come..!â
Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your fathers best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this older man. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?
In only seconds, your coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak under you as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. Jakeâs still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.
âJake!â You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldnât stand much longer. You had to lay down. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs straight, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you. âHoly shitâ You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the large man above you, noticing once again how he towers over you.
âDownâ Was all he said to get you to do just that, falling to your knees in front of him. You shouldnât have teased him, huh? You really, shouldnât have. âThis your first time, peach?â He asks, obviously teasingly as he strokes your hair, making your eyes roll.
Your small hands work to untie his loincloth, letting it fall to the floor under you. Great mother, your suspicions were more then right. He was big, so fucking big you were unsure if itâd even fit inside you. Your body was small compared to his, and something like this was almost double the size of the first guy youâd been with.
âNervous?â Thatâs it. You donât even listen to Jake as you take his large length in your hand, leaning over it to let a line of spin drip onto the skin. Jake watches closely as your tiny hand spreads the spit around his cock, stroking the base of it. His hand falls to the side of your head as you let your tongue push against his tip, swirling around its mushroom head. You werenât even doing much but Jake couldnât help but go completely feral for you, praising your every move with heavy breaths.
You open your mouth to him, closing it around his cock once you went as far as your could. You look up at him with those sweet doe eyes, driving him absolutely insane. He was already harder then he had to be, now it was you teasing him for it. Your mouth is warm around him and he can only imagine what it feels like to be inside you, that thought alone made him feral. Your already stroking him faster and sucking him harder, tired of waiting for him to be inside of you. You could taste the sweet pre that leaked from his tip, humming around his painfully hard cock that sent vibrations through his body.
âWant to fuck your face⊠Gonna let daddy do that?â You bat your eyelashes at the man above you, removing your hand from his shaft along with your mouth, sitting back on your knees. He chuckles, pushing his thumb against your lip to open your small mouth, grabbing hold of his cock to press onto your soft tongue. âSuch a dirty girl. A shame your dad doesnât know your not at that party right nowâ
Your mouth is already filled before you could respond, and you could feel every ounce of him push into your throat as he strokes into it, holding your head to guide it along his shaft. Your nails dig into his thighs and make him groan, throwing his head back at the unbelievable sensation you gave him. You were so good for him, it made him wish you had been older so it wasnât so wrong of him to mate you⊠but you both knew it was.
âFuck, just like that. Taking me so wellâwish you wouldâve came to me sooner, Kidâ you moan against his cock, the lines of spit from your mouth were now dripping between the two of you, making a mess of the ground. âAll that shit that comes out your mouth about how your so innocent, about how your such a good little princess? Whereâs your mouth now? Huh, girl?â He wanted to stay there forever but he knew he couldnât. He was close enough, he needed to fuck you now.
He pulls you off of him, allowing you to gasp with your chest heavy, following his instructions to move to the fur mat you had in your room. You didnât even have a minute to adjust yourself before heâs already towering over you, pushing you onto your back and pulling you by your ankles closer to his body.
âJakeâ You call to him breathlessly, propping yourself up on your elbows. He looks to you with his ears perked, watching as a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips. âUse meâ Your words are like a command almost, and his face is already meeting yours, kissing your lips roughly as he hovered over you. If it was rough you wanted, it was rough youâd get.
His cock is pressed against your entrance almost instantly, your slick coating itâs head with ease as he runs it along your slit. You were ready, you wanted him for far too long and you couldnât wait any longer. Your eyes give him a reassuring look before you press your forehead against his, feeling him slowly push his tip into you.
His fingertips are caressing your cheek, soothing you as your eyes squeeze shut. You wanted this and you werenât a virgin, but this was nothing like before. âYou okay, Sweet thing?â He asks softly and you nod, fingers intertwined in his dreads. Jake stares longingly at you, watching your every move as your face contorts at the slight pain, pushing more into you slowly.
âJakeâ You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you werenât prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.
Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt⊠full.
âOh my godâ You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open armsâhe couldnât get enough of you. âSâbig⊠so fucking bigâ one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the fur underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.
âNow your just stroking my ego, pretty girlâ He jokes, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. âJesus, your so perfect. Wish I could breed this pussy⊠this pretty little cunt of yoursâ
His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. âJake! I canât⊠oh my goshâ Your little voice is projecting off the walls of your cave but you donât care, only worried about the man above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks your endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Jake for more. âItâs so good⊠fuck! Your so fucking good!â
âLook at you. Such a fucking mess under me. What would your dad say if he saw you? If he knew how badly you wanted me to fuck you? Such a dirty girl, Y/Nâ He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldnât look away from him. His big yellows were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.
Which he did.
âGonna comeâŠ! Jake, Iâm gonna come!â Your a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before. Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.
âCome for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole forest knows whoâs fucking you this goodâ You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. âMy dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like thisâ
âIâm coming! Iâmâoh my god I-â Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldnât last much longer. âJakeâŠ!â You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.
âThatâs it! Good fuckinâ girl!â His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into your harder, watching your liquid spurt from between the two of you. âSquirting all over me, canât believe anyone actually believes your innocentâ
âJake itâsâitâs too much!â You push on him but he obviously doesnât budge, only rolling his eyes at your attempt.
âYou begged me to fuck you like this and now your giving up? A shame, thought you were stronger then thatâ You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn bright blue, scratching along his striped skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. âFuck me? Is that what you said?â You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips. Jesus, you were nasty, huh?
He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before heâs already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air. You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. âI was only joking, Pretty boyâ You hum, looking back at his face.
He doesnât say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. âThis what you wanted? Then fucking take itâ He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldnât even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didnât even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.
âfuck! Right there! Please, Jakeâfuck me right there!â Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands gripping the ground under you as he pushed himself against you. âYouâre so deep⊠so fucking good to me, Jakeâ He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your light blue skin. Once again, you could feel his fangs threaten to break through you but he held himself back, placing sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.
âNobody can fuck you like I can, Kid. Your mine. Youâre all fucking mine, you hear me?â You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. âThatâs it, fuck me back!â He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.
âMark me, Jake. Please⊠please mark me!â You beg making his ears perk, his chuckle against your ear making your skin shiver with goosebumps.
âYou know I canât do that, Kid. Mâsorryâ He snaps his hips against you and you mewl loudly, crying out his name. âJust let me fuck you nice and good, yeah? Give you a birthday to rememberâ You huff, reaching back against him to grab his face.
You look over at him, your loving eyes practically begging him. âThe back of my neck, Jake. N-nobody will see it! Nobody will knowâfuck! Nobody will know it was youâ you try to bargain and you can tell he was debating it, glancing down at the area on your neck. âPlease, do it for me?â Fuck. That got him good. He cursed himself before pushing your hair away from behind your neck, leaning down to run his tongue along it.
âYouâre gonna get me in trouble one dayâ He sighs and you can feel his fangs press against your skin making your eyes roll back, feeling your third orgasm of the night slowly approaching. You let out a shaky breath against your hand as the slight sting took over your body, like you had been getting a tattoo for the first time. His fangs pierced your neck, coating themselves in your sweet blood.
âYes! Jake Iâm⊠Iâm gonna come again!â You whine, not daring to move your head as he soon released your skin, cleaning the blood with his soft tongue. He was close, so fucking close and he knew this was as far as he could go. He needed you to come now.
He grabbed your hands and pinned them against your back, pushing your head to the mat as he sat up against you, slamming into you harder than before now. Youâre a moaning mess under him and you know your done for, begging him for more and yelling to him how close you were getting. He couldnât handle it.
âCome for me, baby. Need to paint that pretty face of yoursâ Jake moans above you and it makes you frown, pushing your hips harder against him as you clench around his cock, making it almost impossible to move. âDonât be a brat, kid. You know I canât!â He already knows what youâll ask but the answer was no. He couldnât, he definitely couldnât.
âIâm not in my heat, Jake. Please!â You beg, knowing it was practically impossible for you to get pregnant if you werenât in heat. Jake kept repeating his answer with every stroke but as he continued, it didnât seem to matter. You wouldnât let him go. âPlease, Jake. Want it inside! I want all of you!â
âYouâre so fucking drunk, Y/N. You donât want thatâ He curses, holding himself back from releasing just off how tight you were clenching around him. You roll your eyes, you knew exactly what you were saying.
âStop being an asshole and just fucking do it!â He groans loudly, pushing your head against the mat harshly as he picked up his pace, tightening his grip around your wrists. You had officially pissed him off. You were screaming under him, he wasnât just kissing your cervix anymore but he was full on ramming into you, like a wild animal during its rut.
âFucking brat, you never know when to shut up, huh? Come for me now, Y/Nâ You cry, unable to hold it any longer. His grunts are louder now and you could feel his cock pulsing inside you, just waiting for you to release. You let out the loudest moan you could as you tip over your edge, fingers balling into a fist as you cry loudly from your orgasm. âThatâs it! Milk my cock, kid. Just like that!â
âPlease give it to me, Jake! Iâve been so good for you, havenât I? Just give it to me!â You beg the man and with only a few more strokes, he pushes himself as deep as he could go inside you, releasing himself deep inside your dripping wet cunt. âYes! Oh my godâyes!â Your eyes roll back as you move your hips against him, helping him ride out his high inside you.
The hot spurts of his come paint your gummy walls, and he almost collapses onto you, holding himself up just inches from your body with his heavy, hot breath against your skin. The two of you are sweaty messes against each other and you donât even know what to say, only laying there lifeless as he slowly slipped out of you. You could hear him moving around your room but you didnât care. You couldnât even move, you felt so weak.
He clicks his tongue as he kneels down to you, scooping your body in his arms gently to not hurt you so much. He can see the bruises along your body now and instantly feels bad. He hurt you, his innocent little girl that he was sworn to protect. âYou alright, Y/N?â He asks worried, laying you down on your hammock and retrieving a blanket to cover you.
You open your eyes to the man standing above you, his loincloth and gear back on his body making you frown. âYouâre leaving?â You question sadly and he sighs, looking over at the entrance to your cave.
âYour father will be home soon, Kid. I canât stayâ Jake admits, sad as well that he canât be with you. You wanted to argue but you knew he was right, giving him a small smile with your arms out for him. He kneels down so his face is level with your own, pressing a passionate kiss against your lips. He hated the fact he had to leave you after doing that with you, he felt like an asshole.
But he couldnât stay and get caught by your father. He didnât want you to get in trouble, especially on your birthday.
You both pull away with a smile and Jake looks down beside him, holding up the bin he put there and the medicine he laid out on your small table that acted as a nightstand. âPut some medicine here for when you wake up and the trash is here if you need to throw up, okay? Your father should be home soon so you wonât be alone for longâ His finger strokes your cheek and you nod softly, eyes threatening to flutter shut.
âCould you stay until i fall asleep?â Jake looks at you with a softening face, sighing before nodding his head. You were already well on your way, there was no point in saying no. âIâm gonna have the worst hangover, huh?â He chuckles, nodding his head as he lays behind you, pressing his stomach against your back.
âIâll be here in the morning, donât worryâ Your forehead creases at his words but he quickly shushes you, wrapping his arm around your waist. âGotta help your father with something here, but donât worry about that now, just close your eyesâ He reaches to stroke your hair softly, listening to your purring noises next to him.
You smile, closing your eyes at the sudden touch. You felt safe, so at home with him. You prayed this wasnât just a dream. âI love you, Jakeâ The words slip from your mouth and youâre not even worried about them, feeling yourself slipping away already. He chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder.
âI love you so much more, kidâ
PURRRRR DOUBLE UPLOAD!!! Sorry if there are mistakes, my keyboard is glitching cause of how long this was đ« . Iâm sweating this was one of my best works đ„Č
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