#gonna go relieve all this anger towards my story

[tojiscrack]

once again, you guys are LITERAL LIARS OMG

TOJISCRACK IS SM BETTER WDYM YOU PICKED TOJISBUM? 🤨

oh my gosh, why do i rely on you liars to pick for me? 😐 this has to be done on purpose. you guys must’ve known tojiscrack is funnier and thought ‘yeah, let me intentionally, purposely, RUDELY annoy her because it’s funny when she’s mad’

oh my gosh i’m gonna throw something across the room rn and hope my parents don’t hear from downstairs because even though i can be an angry person, i’m not exempt from getting yelled at 😔

anyway, the user ack4rwoman will remain the same for another month. this is a reminder that after a month, it’s being changed tojisbum (or crack, bc i’m still mad at you guys for this). but it’s still ME, ack4rwoman, now tojisbum (or crack) author of start of a new obsession, liar liar, and count your blessings.

don’t act confused when you see the stories under a different user or i’ll send toji to squish and suffocate all of you in between his breasts.

[s0urw00lf]

Protectors

Co-captain

AN: I completely forgot about this… im sorry but we’re almost done with season 1… after two years…Also this is an x reader, yes i put Bonnie Bennett because she’s the only witchy character i know but this story doesn’t have any kind of physical characteristics mentioned that i can think of.

Derek hale masterlist

After the fiasco at the hospital you and stiles decided the best option would be heading to the school to update Scott, you were still pretty upset at everything that happened but you were more in control of your emotions now which you were happy about. "I'm gonna stay in the car, while you go tell Scott." You told stiles as he pulled into the school parking lot. Stiles looked at you with wide eyes, he really didn't want to leave you alone and you were thankful for that but you needed to regulate your thoughts. "I'll be fine, I promise" you said, trying to convince him. Stiles nodded "yeah okay, well just uh, just stay here till i get back and I'll take you home" he said, as he exited the car. Stiles closed the door and began sprinting towards the lacrosse field, making you let out a small laugh.

You sat alone with your thoughts and your mind raced. Why would Derek leave you like that? Better yet, why would he leave you from Peter after he killed his sister. You didn't understand, but if you knew one thing, it's that next time you see Peter you'd put up a bigger fight. After all that was the second time he'd knocked you unconscious.

Derek was starting to become a man you didn't know, you knew his thirst for revenge was strong but there seemed to be something more than that. A thirst for something else but you didn't know what. But you did know Derek wouldn't just forgive Peter after all he's done.

You didn't realize how long you had been caught up in your head until Stiles re-entered the jeep. "You okay?" He asked out of breath. You nodded absentmindedly, "they were here with Scott in the locker room, left right before i got there." He said cautiously. Again you nodded, not really sure what to think, maybe your brain was still foggy from being knocked against the wall. "Just take me home, please" you asked, feeling defeated. Stiles frowned, nodding before putting the car in drive and pulling off.

——— time skip

The next morning you woke up to the sound of the front door creaking open, your senses were usually on high alert but last night took a toll on your body and put you in a deep sleep after having to heal your body for such a long time. You being somewhat of a different kind of werewolf than Derek had your pros and cons. One con, you needed more time to heal.

You quietly as you could snuck out of the room and looked over the side railing, letting out a relieved breath when you made eye contact with Derek. But just as quickly as the relief came it left, rolling your eyes you moved to get dressed "y/n" Derek said quickly following after you. "Not right now Derek I'm not really in the mood" you said not even bothering to turn around to look at him. Derek grabbed your wrist pulling you to a stop and turning you toward him. "Babe please just-"

"No I won't hear you out. I went there last night, for you! I was knocked unconscious and woke up to my brother telling me that my so-called 'boyfriend' left with his psycho uncle leaving me weak, feeble and alone" you shouted at him. You were rightfully upset, and Derek knew that, the look on his face told you everything you needed to know. He looked down to where his hand held your wrist and sighed. Your anger didn't subside, but it did shift into sadness "what if i was attacked, what if something else happened last night and I couldn't protect myself let alone stiles. I was weak and i needed my boyfriend and you weren't there" You said, your chin twitching as you held back tears

Derek looked completely ashamed as he should, but it didn't make you feel any better. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it again, hesitant to let those words slip past your lips. You inhaled quickly before pulling your arm out of his hand "Derek i think we should take a break" you said quietly, unable to look at him. You couldn't see the hurt on his face because you knew you'd change your mind. "Y/n you don't have to do this we can work it out" he pleaded. You shook your head, "it isn't something we need to, it's something you need to. You've changed, you're not the man I fell in love with. You're hungry for something and I don't know what it is, you won't tell me and it's scaring me" you admitted, finally looking up at him. Derek was good at hiding his emotions, but even without your heightened senses you could tell he was hurt by what you said.

You felt a pang in your heart because it wasn’t your intention to hurt him. You just knew the two of you needed some time apart, and you also knew Derek would respect it even if it hurt him to accept it. So after a long pause of just staring at each other, he nodded. You pulled away from him, making your way to the place where you kept your clothes. “I’m gonna move in with the stilinskis for the time being” you told him. You weren't sure why but it felt right. Derek nodded again, not sure what to do other than stand there as you packed your things.

“With stiles? Why stiles?” He asked exasperatedly

you sighed “because technically he and Noah one of the only living relatives i have left and Alan and i still aren’t on that great of terms”

——- time skip——

It took a while for you to get settled into the room stiles and Noah offered you, it was nicely sized and completely blank for you to in the words of Noah ‘change and decorate to your liking’.

You didn’t have much to start with at the moment but you had a bed and a house that wasn't illegally running water and electricity. You sighed, as you exited your room on your way downstairs to thank stiles and Noah again for allowing you into their home, only to find stiles right in front of you about to go downstairs too, “hey you settling in okay?” He asked, continuing on his way. You nodded following after him “yep, it's nice to have everything around you not be covered in ash” you joked lightly. “Yeah, i never understood why you lived in that dump anyway” stiles shrugged walking down the stairs, you scoffed “hay just because were broken up doesn’t mean you can insult the house okay? It has sentimental value” you lightly defended. Stiles dramatically rolled his eyes in usual stiles manner. He rushed to the refrigerator grabbing the milk out of it letting out a laugh in what seemed to be victory.

You raised your eyebrow, before turning to Noah sitting at the table. “Whacha doin?” You asked him. He lifted looked over towards you and presumably stiles before sighing. “Work” he answered, returning his attention to the papers scattered in front of him. “Anything i can help with” stiles asked with a smile. You rolled your eyes, moving to sit it's like two laser beams at the table across from Noah. “Y’know if you poured me an ounce of whiskey that’d be awfully nice” Noah said, not taking his eyes off the papers. You raised your eyebrows “that bad huh?” You asked, and Noah grunted. Stiles stepped fully into the room with a glass and a bottle of whiskey. “Any leads” stiles reached for the paper but before he could grab any Noah flicked his hand with a pen. “You know i cant discuss that with you” Noah said.

Stiles rolled his eyes grabbing the bottle of whiskey pouring some into the glass after Noah told him not to put too much. He poured about an ounce before pausing, looking over to you and you knew exactly what he was thinking. You subtly shook your head no but he started pouring again filling the glass over half way. You glared at him and he shrugged “okay, there ya go dad” he said handing Noah the glass. “Thanks, bottoms up” he said, downing the whole glass without any reaction.

You looked at him in shock before quickly covering it up, “so what’s happening, we wont tell anyone” you said. You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help yourself, even when stiles gave you a ‘so its okay when you do it?’ Look. You shrugged in return, pausing when Noah started talking and immediately mentioned derek. “You Derek hale would be a whole hale of a lot-“ he started but paused, “hale of a lot” he repeated. Yeah that whiskey hit him hard and fast. “Hell of a lot?” Stiles impatiently corrected. “Hell” Noah repeated giving stiles a thumbs up.

“He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get a good picture of him,” he said. You frowned in confusion “how do you not have a picture of him?” Stiles asked, reading your mind. Derek had been in the system more times than you’d like to admit, but to be fair 99% of the time he was innocent.

“It's the weirdest thing it's like every time it ray to get a mugshot it's like two laser beams were pointing at the camera” he said showing stiles the picture, immediately it clicked in your head, ‘he was using his eyes’ you told yourself. “Nice” stiles said inspecting the picture before laying it down.

Noah groaned, stretching “oh my god, that ounce hit me like a brick” he said rubbing his face. ”Maybe because it was a little more than an ounce” you muttered, knowing that stiles heard you but Noah was too drunk to be aware. Stiles sent you a glare hoping you’ll take the hint and shut up.

You had a feeling this conversation was going to take an unexpected turn so you excused yourself by giving them one last thank you and went back to your room.

You plopped down on your bed staring at the ceiling deep in thought. You couldn’t believe you’d broken up with Derek, well it wasn’t a break up more so a break… from each other? Time for Derek to figure himself and his priorities out.

You were consumed with confusion when you all of a sudden heard the front door slam followed by someone (most likely stiles) hastily pulled out of the driveway making you frown in confusion. ‘Where the hell was he going in such a rush and why didn’t he say anything to me’.

You waited up for about an hour for Stiles to return home, sending him messages and calling his phone, you even sent a message to Scott and still nobody answered, which was unusual for both of them.

You paced your room, anxiety through the roof. You’re supposed to be a protector. You’re supposed to protect your people. Your thoughts were interrupted when you got a call. You rushed to your phone hoping it was stiles or Scott, you were caught off guard when you saw deatons name flash across your screen.You answered with confusion “y/n i know this call is unexpected. But you might wanna get to the clinic, Scott was shot.” he said. Your eyebrows furrowed “If he was shot then he should heal”. Deaton sighed before replying “I'm afraid it wasn't a regular bullet”

The realization suddenly hit you. “Wolfsbane”

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@ritualofcirice MY LOVE. I must say - when I first asked what you would like to read for Kinktober, this was definitely not on my bingo card. Wow. Didn't think I would ever revisit this story again, @crackrodent is going to end up getting a big head from someone asking for more. Thanks for keeping me on my toes, you two.

WARNINGS/TAGS: an☆l sex, dub-con, p in a, psychological, emotional s☆x, character study of adam after damnation, sinner!adam, hate f☆cking, a lot of my head canon and interpretation of adam is in here, bottom!val, top!adam, writer strongly recommends you read on camera before you read this

Every great man was destined for his downfall if he lived long enough.  

Adam, the first man, was no exception, and now he found himself deep in the bowels of Hell, where darkness dripped from every corner. The loud, heart-pounding music rattled the very foundation of the place, vibrating beneath his boots. The filthy moans of sinners and cruel laughter filled the air, a cacophony of debauchery. Bright, strobing lights flashed across the dingy walls in a kaleidoscope of garish colours, turning the room into a living, breathing beast of chaos.  

The stench hit Adam first – alcohol, sweat, and something sharp, bitter, acrid – mixing with the smell of lust and sin that clung to every surface. This was an abyss, a den where bodies tangled together, shameless and hungry, a paradise for the damned. Adam had spent his days here since his descent into Hell, trying to drown out the weight of his existence.  

“Hey, you gonna pay off that tab?” a voice grated, cutting through the chaotic noise. The bartender was grotesque, an overgrown, green-skinned creature that loomed more like a bloated shrimp than a demon, all greasy grins, beady eyes and three sets of arms.  

Adam’s blood-red eyes gleamed, catching the colourful lights in a dangerous glow as he grinned. His twisted horns glinted darkly in the room’s neon flashes. “Told you, I’ll pay when I get the damn money,” he sneered, voice low and venomous.  

Disgust curled through him. Filthy, repulsive creatures – the kind he could easily tear apart if only he had his weapon. If he could, he’d kill them all. “Now, pour me another.” He shoved the cup across the bar, the screech of glass on wood grating, like nails on a chalkboard. “You do know who I am, right?” 

His muscles coiled, ready to snap into action, and he watched the flicker of fear dart across the bartender’s eyes. It was fleeting but delicious. The fear of the damned before the firm man, the fallen Adam.  

The shrimp demon, trying to hide his terror behind a mask of disdain, scoffed before silently refilling the cup and sliding it back toward Adam. He scurried off without another word, eager to escape the confrontation.  

Adam stared down into the swirling amber liquid, feeling the weight of the room pressing in on him. This was Hell, after all. The land of eternal suffering and carnal pleasure, where demons thrived in their depravity.  

But for Adam, it was more than that. This was the place where both his wife and sons had fallen. Cast here while he was still admitted to Heaven, before his inevitable plunge.  

Lifting the glass, Adam’s mind wandered, flickering to thoughts of his past, of his lieutenant, Lute, and the women he’d had by his side. Were they still loyal to him? Did they even care that he had fallen? Or were they relieved, glad to see him gone? Anger began to churn in his chest, ugly, gnawing feelings of betrayal, disappointment – things he refused to name, emotions he tried to drown in the endless swirl of vice and violence.  

The bitterness in his gut rose with every passing thought, but before those dark feelings could consume him, Adam downed the drink in one burning gulp. The alcohol blazed a trail down his throat, momentarily silencing the storm. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze already searching the room for some sinners to help numb him further. They were always successful at filling the voice with something primal yet, unfortunately, fleeting. Sex had always been the answer – if only for a few hours.  

Before he could rise, though, a shadow loomed over him. Something in the air shifted. He looked up, and his lips twisted into a snarl.  

The demon standing before him was an eyesore. Lilac-skinned, tall, and spindly with an absurdly gaudy outfit – a pair of heart-shaped glasses perched on his angular nose, a feathered hat sitting askew, and a hot pink coat lined with fur. The demon looked ridiculous, a garish mess of mismatched colours and clashing fabrics.  

Adam’s red eyes narrowed, leaning back against the bar with an eyebrow raised, his voice a low growl. “The fuck do you want?” 

The demon’s smile oozed malice, his voice high-pitched and slick, the kind that made your skin crawl. “Ah, a pleasure to meet you, First Man... Adam, correct?” His tone was drenched in slime, the kind of voice that made everything around it feel dirtier just by association.  

Adam despised sinners with every fibre of his being, yet there was a twisted thrill when he saw them quake in recognition of his status. The fear in their eyes – the reminder of who he was and all he had once commanded – fuelled him like the strongest drink.  

“That’s right,” his lips curled into a feral grin. “What’s this? You want my autograph or something?” He snorted, a mocking sneer playing on his face. “Too bad you’re uglier than sin itself. Now scram,” he added with a dismissive wave, his fingers already twitching to flag down the bartender for a refill.  

But the moth-looking demon beside him remained stubborn, his laugh forced but unwavering, and through those ridiculous pink glasses, his red eyes glower – a prey thinking he was a predator. “My name is Valentino,” he cooed, his voice all smooth velvet, layered with sweet malice. He eased himself onto the stool next to Adam. “I thought you might be interested in a deal, or perhaps...a proposition?” 

Adam’s laughter was sharp, derisive, filling the smoky air with scorn. His grin spread, amused by the look of faint disgust Valentino tried so poorly to hide behind that grin. But, Valentino pressed on, his voice laced with false compliments, his eyes narrowing just slightly at the edge of each hollow word.  

“You see,” Valentino continued, feigning politeness as he withdrew a long-stemmed pipe from his coat, drawing a deep breath that released plumes of sickly sweet pink smoke. “I own most of the strip clubs in this district.” 

“Skip to the damn point,” Adam sneered, legs sprawled as he leaned back with a smirk, letting Valentino’s facade crumble just a bit more. Watching him struggle to keep that thin smile of professionalism brought Adam more satisfaction than any drink could.  

Valentino took another long drag from his pipe and then, with a snap of his fingers, flagged down the bartender. Without a word, the shrimp-demon quickly poured before them with shaking hands.  

Valentino’s lips curled, sharp as a knife, his crimson eyes gleaming with a sinister glint. “If you agree to film one pornographic scene with me, all of this,” he gestured with a lazy flick of his wrist, “booze, drugs, women – or men, if you like – would be yours. Free of charge, for as long as you’re here.” 

Adam barked out a loud, hearty laugh, seizing his drink and downing half of it in one go. “So let me get this straight,” he snorted, his voice filled with mockery. “You’re offering me a lifetime supply of booze and sex for filming one little scene? With you?” 

Valentino’s long, manicured fingers brushed along the fur of his collar, his eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. “Precisely,” he purred, lips curving in a delighted, almost mocking smile.  

Adam’s stomach twisted in disgust, a shudder rippling through him as he sized Valentino up with obvious disdain. “Hell, no offence, but you look like a damned stick bug. I don’t do bugs – or dudes.” 

Valentino’s smile faltered, a barely restrained growl rumbling low in his throat as he took another drag from his pipe, his eyes flashing with irritation. “You’d do well to reconsider, considering that tab of yours keeps growing. And I have every reason to believe you’re not in a position to pay it off anytime soon.” 

Adam’s laughter faded, and for a moment, he considered. He was only able to get by because many of them recognized him as the general leading his army of angels to slaughter them. But he wasn’t sure how long he could bully them to give him free shit from just fear alone.  

His gaze slid across the room, lingering on a few scantily clad sinners flaunting themselves on the dance floor, their eyes hungry and vacant, lips parted in anticipation. A lifetime of indulgences, endless nights filled with booze, bodies, and numb pleasure – all it took was one decision.  

With a dark chuckle, he drained the rest of his drink, feeling the warmth buzz through him, loosening his muscles as he leaned back against the bar. Hell wasn’t going anywhere, and he’d be stuck here for a while. He might as well enjoy his damnation.  

“I’ll do it,” Adam said, the words dripping with mocking resignation, an edge of dark humour tugging at his grin. But he lifted a finger, wagging it in Valentino’s face. “On one condition.” 

Valentino’s eyes narrowed, his mouth curling into a slight, intrigued smile. “And what would that be?” 

Adam leaned in close, voice dropping to a murmur, his gaze glimmering with a glint of wicked satisfaction. “You’ll be the one getting fucked, and you’re gonna call me the Dick Master while I’m deep inside you.” 

He couldn’t help but smirk when he saw Valentino falter, just for a moment, the confidence in his polished demeanour cracking. It was faint – a small, barely audible squeak escaping him, but Adam heard it. The anger simmering beneath the sinner’s facade was palpable, flickering like embers in his crimson eyes. Valentino’s smile wavered, clouded with confusion and barely restrained fury.  

Alcohol surged through Adam’s veins, heightening his arrogance as he leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide in a gesture of dominance. “You should be grateful I even agreed to fuck you,” he drawled, his hand lazily gesturing toward his crotch. His grin widened as he saw Valentino’s gaze flicker downward, lingering on the front of Adam’s pants before meeting his eyes again. “Bet you’ve never had the honour of fucking an original man’s dick before.” 

A sense of thrill bubbled within his chest, his heart pounding with a heady mix of excitement and ego. He could see the tension rising in Valentino, a mix of shame and intrigue flashing behind this ridiculous pair of pink glasses. 

“My dick is the best dick,” Adam declared, a wicked grin pulling at his lips. “The original dick. Every single cock in existence? They all descended from mine.” He chuckled, a dark, throaty sound, as he waved the bartender over. He pointed to the two glasses – his empty and Valentino’s half-full, before snatching Valentino’s drink and draining the rest of it without a second thought. “Think about it, man. You’d be one of the lucky few in Hell to say you got fucked by the first dick ever created by the big man upstairs.” 

The bartender, clearly eager to avoid whatever was unfolding, poured Adam’s drink almost to the brim before hurriedly excusing himself. Adam took a long swig, savouring the burn of the alcohol as it fuelled his swagger. “My dick? God’s perfect creation,” he said, his words drenched with self-satisfaction. “A perfect dick.” 

Valentino, to Adam’s surprise, remained silent. His face was impassive, but his eyes betrayed him – they darted back to Adam’s crotch now and again, clearly absorbing every arrogant word. Adam continued, emboldened by the alcohol and the sinner’s silence, rambling on about the magnificence of his cock in absurd detail. Time seemed to blur as drinks kept flowing, and his words slurred together, becoming a hazy tirade of self-praise.  

By the time Adam paused, Valentino’s cheeks were faintly flushed, his posture rigid as though trapped between fury and reluctant agreement. Finally, Valentino cleared his throat, his voice tight. “Fine,” he muttered, extending a hand in a gesture of surrender.  

It was settled. One porno shoot, with Adam fucking Valentino, who would call him Dick Master, in exchange for a lifetime of sinful indulgences. Booze, drugs, sex – Adam could have it all. How hard could it be? After all, an asshole was just another hole, right? Just a second pussy, basically.  

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The next morning, Adam prepared himself for what was sure to be a bizarre day. He tipped back half a bottle of scotch, the last of what he’d swiped from the club. No one questioned him anymore – he'd simply pointed at Valentino and declared his tab paid for all eternity. It was done.  

He did, however, have a secret. As much as he mocked this whole situation, he’d caught glimpses of Hell’s porn stars during the annual extermination trips down here. Billboards featuring Angel Dust, the infamous spider sinner with the absurdly fluffy chest, had always caught his eye.  

Sure, the guy was part of some redemption nonsense rub by that bitch’s annoying daughter, but Adam would be lying if he said he hadn’t “researched” the tapes he smuggled back up to Heaven. Most of it was male-on-male action, sure, but Hell’s sinners didn’t hold back on the kink. Maybe Angel Dust would show up for this shoot...but Adam quickly shoved the thought aside. He wasn’t about to entertain that idea.  

When he arrived at the studio, it wasn’t what he expected. It was surprisingly clean, sterile even, with bright lights pointing at a heart-shaped bed covered in tacky pink satin. Adam wrinkled his nose in distaste. Everything about this place screamed tacky. The entire setup looked like something out of the cheap, over-the-top romance movies he sometimes saw the girls watch.  

Valentino was already there, standing by the bed with his usual sleazy smile. Adam barely spared him a glance, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, ready to get this over with. “Let’s get this done,” he muttered through a yawn, his disinterest clear. He didn’t miss the way Valentino’s eyes darkened, a vein pulsing with tension along his neck.  

Without wasting time, Adam stripped down, kicking off his pants and tossing his shirt aside carelessly. He stood before Valentino, who was lounging on the heart-shaped bed, his eyes raking over Adam’s body. That absurd coat Valentino always wore? It wasn’t just fabric – it was part of his wings, and as he shifted, Adam noticed the faint gleam of a gold chain hanging from his pierced nipples.  

Adam’s stomach twisted, the acrid burn of alcohol mingling with nausea at the thought of what he was about to do. The whole sordid arrangement churned in his mind; sure, he’d had his share of cheap thrills, but at least those sinners had something appealing.  

Valentino, though? He was about as appetizing as roadkill. The only thing pushing him through this was the promise of endless booze, sex, and indulgence – a freedom he would taste over and over again for the rest of eternity.  

“A deal’s a deal,” Valentino finally murmured, his tone drenched in irony as he shrugged out of his clothes, revealing his bare, lanky frame and a cock that only served to highlight Adam’s confidence. Adam let out a low, mocking laugh, not bothering to hide his disdain. He stripped off his own clothes and let his dick stand at the centre of attention.  

Valentino rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a tight smile. “Alright Dick Master, time to fulfill your end of the bargain,” he said dryly, his voice layered with sarcasm as he gave a cursory glance over Adam.  

Adam forced himself to smirk, stretching out each step as he advanced. “You’re not my type,” he shrugged, eyeing Valentino with open distaste, “but hey – free booze, free girls? I’d do a lot worse.” 

Standing just inches from Valentino, he leaned in, their bodies almost touching. He shut out the details of Valentino’s bony frame and imagined instead a lithe, slender woman – anything to get through this nightmare of a deal. His cock, fuelled by raw ego and the throbbing pulse of hatred, began to rise. “You read for this?” he gave a sharp grin, his tone low and predatory, “This is the original dick – God's masterpiece.” 

Valentino scoffed, an eye-roll barely hidden behind his pink glasses, reaching for a bottle of lube and slicking his hands. He tossed the bottle aside with a flick of his wrist. “Let’s just get it over with,” he muttered, voice flat as he began to idly stroke himself.  

“Sounds like you’re all too eager,” Adam shot back with a smug grin, his hands lazily pumping his own cock. “So, I just need to fuck you until I’m done, right?” he confirmed, voice dripping with mockery.  

Valentino forced a nod, raising his hands in mocking air quotes. “Yes, Dick Master,” he gritted out, almost sound tired of this whole event that he specifically sought Adam out for. The fucking bitch.  

Adam’s jaw clenched, anger bubbling beneath his intoxicated haze. Here was this scumbag – this lowly sinner – who had practically begged for his cock, acting as if he were the one doing him a favour? Adam tightened his grip, stroking faster until he was hard and ready, his cock red and angry.  

The direction shouted “Action!” and, in a single, brutal motion, Adam seized Valentino by his thin, bony waist, flipping him onto his stomach. Valentino’s wings flared out briefly before settling awkwardly against the bed, his limbs visibly tense.  

“Lube!” Valentino choked out, scrambling for the tossed bottle, which he shoved over his shoulder with a scowl. “Here,Dick Master,” he spat, his tone a barely contained snarl.  

Adam chuckled, dark satisfaction pooling in his chest. Seeing this sinner – sprawled on all fours, well six, powerless, waiting – was better than any liquor that burned his tongue. He leaned down, letting the weight of his words hang heavy. “Say please,” he said, pressing the head of his cock teasingly against the taut ring of muscles. “And maybe I’ll consider it.” 

Silence stretched between them as Valentino’s shoulders tensed, but Adam could feel his resistance breaking. Finally, a strained, venom-laced whisper reached him: “Please,” Valentino ground out, his voice threaded with hate, his crimson eyes burning behind those pink lenses.  

With a wicked grin, Adam snatched the lube, twisting off the cap, and squeezed out a gratuitous amount, letting it trickle down between Valentino’s cheeks. The slickness glistened, pooling in the hollows of his ass, and Adam watched with cruel satisfaction. 

Before Valentino could utter a word of protest, Adam rammed his cock into the tight confines of the sinner’s ass, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal motion. The heat and pressure of Valentino’s body wrapped around him like a vice, and despite himself, Adam’s jaw clenched, a groan tearing free as the overwhelming tightness milked him.  

“Oh, fuck,” Valentino moaned, his head dropping low as he raised his hips higher, practically begging for more.  

A twisted laugh escaped Adam, sharp and bitter. It was no surprise – every sinner down here was a whore, eager to debase themselves further in Hell’s inferno. As long as he kept his focus on Valentino’s back, he could pretend he wasn’t fucking a gangly bug but some faceless chick from the week before. “Look at how fucking tight your ass is,” Adam growled through gritted teeth, his hips snapping forward with brutal rhythm. Each thrust sent his heavy balls smacking against Valentino’s own.  

“Say my name,” Adam snarled, his voice dripping with contempt as he thrust deeper, faster, his movements rough and punishing.  

Valentino’s body trembled beneath him, his face pressed against the mattress, his moans vibrating through the bed. “Oh fuck, Dick Master,” he whimpered, his voice breathless as the second pair of hands reached back, spreading himself wider to accommodate Adam’s thick, relentless cock. “Fuck, dump your hot cum in me, Dick Master,” Valentino begged, his words filthy and desperate as the cameraman steadily approached closer.  

Adam’s vision clouded with a lust-soaked fury. Valentino’s submission, the way he trembled, the way his body clung to him – it fed into Adam’s anger rather than appeased it. His hands slapped away Valentino’s own, and with a savage grin, he brought his palm down hard on Valentino’s ass. The sharp crack echoing in the room. The sting radiated through his hand, and the whimper it warned set another spike of satisfaction through him.  

It was a sin to sodomize another man, wasn’t it? The thought flickered idly in Adam’s mind, only to be crushed by the weight of his bitterness. What did it matter? Sin was all he knew now, and the moment he’d been cast from grace, the moment He turned His back, Adam had given up any pretense of goodness. His lips curled into a snarl; his legs spread wider as he began to pound into Valentino with savage intensity.  

Fuck everything.  

That had become Adam’s motto long ago when his world shattered. Since his fall, since the exterminations, he’d lived by it – both in the literal and metaphorical sense. He had killed his sons during the first extermination, slaughter the flesh of his own blood. His ex-wife Lilith had found sanctuary in Heaven, probably gloating in her new peace, untouched. And his second wife? Gone, disappeared without a trace. Adam had nothing left but the rage that ate him alive.  

His hand cracked down again on Valentino’s ass, the sound of flesh on flesh satisfying in a way nothing else could be. Valentino cried out, his moans filthy, his body shaking with pleasure at the brutal treatment. The anger, the frustration, the hatred for everyday spent surrounded by the scum of Hell boiled over in Adam’s chest. Each slap, each thrust, was an outlet for the festering fire coursing through his veins.  

“Call my fucking name,” Adam growled, driving forward, his hips pistoning with reckless abandon. He wanted to hear Valentino scream it, wanted to own that moment of debasement.  

“Fuck! Dick Master! Dick Master!” Valentino panted, his voice a broken, trembling echo, repeating the words as his body bucked beneath Adam. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, wet and slick, the lube drying into a sticky crust as Adam’s cock pounded mercilessly into the sinner’s ass.  

For Adam, there had always been one thing that set him apart. He was the first human to enter Heaven. He had been chosen. He had been faithful. 

He had been good. 

But that had been before. Before he was cast out. Before he killed his sons. Before Heaven turned its back on him. Now, there was nothing left but bitterness and betrayal, nothing but the rage that consumed him whole.  

Despite it all – despite being cast from Eden, despite the endless punishment, despite every sinful act he’d committed since – he had once believed he was good.  

But those damned red eyes. Every day, those scarlet irises watched him, glimmering with a twisted amusement that ate away at his mind. The sharp, curling horns at the top of his head were a sick reminder of the devil who’d robbed him of his wives, his peace, his faith.  

He was adrift, wandering without purpose or end, chained to a fleeting pleasure that only numbed him for a moment before reality pulled him back – back to a body drenched in the physical proof of his sin, of the brutal truth that he was no longer good... 

...that he had failed.  

The surrounding sounds – the gasping moans, the slap of skin on skin – faded to a hollow echo. He shut his eyes, shutting out the sight of Valentino beneath him, the sight of his own hands gripping those narrow hips. Pleasure built, higher and higher, even as his anger sank, deeper and deeper, until it smouldered at the base of his chest, another ember in the ever-burning pit of his agony.  

And then he released.  

A ragged gasp tore from his lips as his eyes flew open, his grip bruising Valentino’s hips as he felt himself pulse, his body rocking through the blinding flashes of his release. Pleasure surged through him, mingling with the hollow ache it left in its wake. Slowly, he pulled out, the cool air hitting his spent, sensitive skin as he came down, left empty and raw.  

Valentino rolled onto his back, sprawled with his own cock half-hard, his skin gleaming with sweat. “Oh, Dick Master,” he purred, a wicked glint lighting his eyes, “how about a second round?” 

Adam nearly laughed, not from humour or satisfaction, but a bitter disdain that twisted his mouth into a cold, unamused smirk. He folded his arms across his chest, looking around the gaudy studio, ignoring the cameras still rolling. “Sorry, pal,” he said with a shrug, a tinge of mockery lacing his words, “I’m a tits-and-ass kind of guy, and you’re missing the goods in every department.” 

Valentino’s smirk faltered, a flicker of surprise parting his lips, but Adam didn’t care. He’d fulfilled his end of the deal. 

“So,” he barked out, his voice loud and grating, “where’s my booze and my women?” His laughter rang out, harsh and hollow, a shield against the torrent of dark thoughts that clawed at his mind. Beneath that sharp, crooked grin, his heart twisted, the empty laugh barely covering the grimace that ached to break free. 

All he wanted was to drown. 

To drown in sin. 

To drown in fleeting pleasure. 

To drown in the pit of his own damnation. 

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[magicamicitia]

Volume One, Chapter 4

“You just have to prove it to them!”

The distortion of reality around them slowly began to turn back into the beautiful hedge maze it once was, and the only remaining proof that a witch ever haunted the place stood perfectly still on the ground.

Fluttershy picked it up, looking somewhat disappointed.

“Only one…”

“You should have it, darling.” said Rarity, with a gentle yet sincere exprsssion on her face.

Applejack nodded in agreement.

“Yeah! You busted that thing down good! We’d have turned into witch food without ya.”

“Oh…” She nervously fidgeted with the seed in her hands. “I… I couldn’t…”

“FLUTTERS!”

“Ah-!”

Rainbow Dash tackled down her friend, laughing and crying at the same time.

“You were AWESOME out there! I can’t believe you finally made your wish! That stupid witch never stood a chance against you at all!”

“Oh… Um… T-Thank you, I didn’t really do all that much….”

Before she could finish her sentence, reality crudely downed upon her.

“No, Aj… You should have it. You used a lot of magic back there… I’d feel bad taking it from you…”

The cowgirl smiled.

“Don’t worry about it, sugarcube. If I do end up needin’ one, I can always go on a night patrol.”

“Ooh! Ooh! I’ll help!” Rainbow Dash let go of Fluttershy, excitedly skipping towards Applejack.

“What..?” Fluttershy seemed shocked.

“What’s wrong?” Rainbow turned around.

“Oh, nothing, it’s just…” She looked down at the grief seed in her hands. Her wish had really come true. “I’m so glad you two are getting along like this.”

She couldn’t help but let a relieved tear stream down her cheek.

“Flutters… Are you… Are you crying…?”

She quickly wiped her face.

“Oh, don’t mind me. That was just… A really scary battle. I think i’m still a little shocked.”

“This calls for a celebratory Make-Fluttershy-Feel-Better PARTY!!!!!” Pinkie jumped out from behind them.

Amidst all the laughter, Twilight couldn’t help but feel like she was forgetting something.

“WE’RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!”

Meanwhile, In Canterlot High, Sunset Shimmer sat alone in her chemistry class. It’s not like her attitude had earned her many friends, so usually she just sat with Twilight.

As she quietly resented her friend for not telling her she wouldn’t come in today, the door opened with a loud bang.

“I’M SO SORRY I’M LATE!!!!!”

“Twilight!”

“Ah, Ms. Sparkle! We thought you wouldn’t be able to join us today. Please, take your seat.” Despite the young student’s evident stress, the teacher smiled calmly as she said that. Still, Twilight couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as she stumbled toward the table where Sunset was.

“Where were you?” she whispered. “I was worried!”

“I, um… I had ebola.” Twilight blurted out.

“What?!”

“S-Sorry. That’s the excuse I came up with in case someone asked. I found a witch on my way here.”

“Oh, that thing we saw the other day?”

“Yeah, but…” Looking over at the soul gem ring on her right hand, she felt a pleasant warmth flow through her body. “I found… others.”

“Others?”

“Magical girls. Like me!”

“Huh?”

“They actually study here at Canterlot as well! Isn’t that wonderful?”

Sunset felt like her stomach had jumped out of a 12 story building.

She’d always known that, despite her special treatment of Twilight, she still wasn’t exactly the bestest friend ever. She’d tease her a lot, and occasionally her own anger would get the best of her. It wasn’t a surprise that Twilight would want to replace her eventually.

“Yeah, that’s…. great.”

Sunset had always been better off alone. Friends will only make you vulnerable and bring you along when they go down. But now that she had come face to face with this ultimatum, she…

“Sunset? Are you okay?”

She looked up at Twilight’s worried face. Her hand was gently placed on top of her own. Sunset cursed herself for letting her guard down so easily, but now that she had experienced true friendship, it was just too hard to let go of.

“C…” Her pride made her words heavy. “Can… I… Come along… With you… guys… Next time…?”

Twilight’s expression of worry quickly turned into one of excitement.

“Of course! I’ll introduce you to everyone!”

Oh boy.

Somehow, Sunset felt like introductions wouldn’t be needed.

When the last bell rang, Sunset was impatiently waiting at the front doors of the school. When they opened, Twilight appeared accompanied by five other girls.

“Alright everybody, as I was saying, this is my best friend…”

Uh oh.

“Sunset Shimmer?!” The five of them exclaimed in an unpleased tone.

“Hey… guys.” She awkwardly scratched the back of her head, trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible.

“Oh? You already know each other?” Twilight excitedly said, oblivious to the situation.

“Do we?!” Applejack crossed her arms.

“It’d be hard not to.” Rainbow Dash added in an agressive tone.

Hidden behind her, Fluttershy asked.

“Twilight, are you really friends with…. That girl?”

“Huh?” She looked around, confused. “Wait, am I missing something?”

“Listen, guys, I…” Sunset tried to explain herself.

“Frankly,” Rarity cut her off. “We don’t need to listen to anything you have to say!”

“Yeah! Twilight, don’t you know Sunset is the biggest, most meanest meanie of all meanies?” Pinkie backed up the rest of her friends.

“What? But I…” Twilight couldn’t understand what was happening.

“I’ve changed, okay, gosh dang it !”

Sunset Shimmer’s voice echoed through the campus.

When she realized what she’d done, she quickly covered her mouth with her own hands in embarrassment.

“I-I mean…”

The looks on the other girl’s faces were of the disgust she already knew. But Twilight’s eyes, covered in tears, almost made her lose balance for a second.

“Frankly, If this is all you had to show us, I think we’d best take our leave.” Rarity picked her bag up and turned around, with the others following behind her.

Soon, they had all left, but Twilight stayed.

Sunset tried to swallow her own embarrassment.

“Aren’t you going with them…?”

“No way! Sunset, listen…”

She held her hands up, looking closely into her eyes.

“If anyone knows you’ve changed, it’s me. You’re a wonderful person, and an amazing friend. You just have to prove it to them!”

“Prove…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you. I’ll always be with you, all the way. Cause that’s what friends are for!”

Sunset let go of Twilight’s hands, wiping her face.

“Yeah… Thanks, Twi.”

“Alright! Then, for today, I’ll go back to my own house and create the best, most foolproof friendship plan ever! Just you wait, soon, everyone will be happily hunting witches together!”

Twilight clumsily skipped away, and Sunset was left alone in the campus.

She couldn’t help but wonder if someone like her could truly make friends.

She had already failed once before.

[simp-is-here]

What’s The Point? BEAST Osamu Dazai x Reader

Warning: Angst, possibly ooc Dazai, talk of committing suicide, heartbreak, Readers brother was a mafia leader from America, death, SPOILERS FOR BSD BEAST, I believe the character ages in BEAST are the same as in the main story, let me know if there’s anymore I missed, HELLA SHORT

You rushed the door open, Dazai was sitting calmly in his chair looking out the window.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asks, turning towards you

“Akutagawa is going through our men fast, at this rate he’ll reach you before Gin’s execution.” You tell him, walking up to his chair and knelt down.

“Do you want me to go after him?”

His head turns a bit more towards you as the question left your lips, he raised your chin towards him so that you met his eyes.

“Atsushi can handle it. Why don’t you have a drink with me?” He offers, gesturing to the chair on his left.

You sat yourself down on the chair and took the glass of whiskey in your hand, looking out the window to gaze at the city lights.

“So you’re gonna kill your self aren’t you?” You asked with a statement tone to your words

He lightly chuckled, swishing the liquid in his glass before taking another sip. The silence answered your question, he’d planned for it to end this way.

Your grip on your glass tightened, pushing aside the feeling of dread that washed over you with his confirmation. Downing the rest of your drink hoping it could relieve the stabbing feeling in your chest.

“So what, you die and leave all this behind? The organization, everyone…” you shot at him, stopping to take a quick breath

“What happens to me when you die? The contract with my brother stated that when the leader of the Port Mafia dies I go back to him until the next boss renews that contract once again.” You didn’t want to go back, you’ve already had to do it once before and it left it’s scars on you

“When I die.” Dazai begins, turning to face your

“You remain here, of course.” He plastered a smile onto his face, a smile so innocent that It’d be difficult to believe the horrible things he’s done

“What? That doesn’t make sense.” Your confused words spoke, wanting an answer

“When I’m gone, the leadership position will go to either you or Chuuya.” He answered simply

After a moment of odd silence he spoke once again

“Do me a favour. Read Odasaku’s novel to me when it comes out.” He demanded in a soft voice and closed eyes,

It wasn’t reading it himself but it was the next best thing he could do.

“Y/n, answer me this.” Dazai begins, looking back to the window as you go to put your glass back down on the coster.

“Did you love me?”

You paused with widened eyes, taking a breath before leaning back lazily.

“I don’t see the point in that question.” You tell him, picking at the seam of the chair while you avoided his gaze

“We were close before your brother took you. But now that I got you back you’ve kept yourself at a distance.” He pointed out, turning your head to face him once again

You got up from the chair and started pacing, itching your forearm as you tried not to let these feelings spill out.

“What’s the point in answering if you’re just gonna die anyway?” You asked him trying to make your voice not crack, just noticing that he got up aswell

“I just want to know.” He tells you, grabbing your arm so you stopped pacing around the room

You looked at him sternly, your eyes glossing up as the words leave your lips.

“Yes, I loved you. I loved you then, I love you now, and I’ll love you in every lifetime I live.”

“I know” with the memories he carries from his other self, he can confirm that you would always remain at his side

“Then what was the point of asking me?” Your words carried anger and pain

“I needed to hear you say it at least once.”

He put his hands on your cheeks and turned your head so that he could press a kiss to your lips. The softness of it made you break and wrap your arms around his back, grasping the fabric of his coat tightly.

“You’re cruel.” Your voice cracked, pushing your face into his chest

“I’ll see you in the next life.”

He left a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room and heading to the roof. When the door closed you dropped to your knees, wailing as the anguish of losing him flooded your body and soul.

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[namwool]

Imma rant~ Apologies ignore and delete this if you want. I just want to get this off my chest.

I'm actually relieved you're not a fan of Yue Qingyuan either! It's quite rare to find someone who shares that sentiment. Shen Jiu is the only character I'd go to bat for as well, despite his limited presence in the story. I'm not particularly fond of Liu Qingge either, especially since many fanfics paint him as this overly righteous figure, which doesn't seem to align with his character's complexity. He's a PIDIW character of course he's head has a screw loose up in there.

If imma be honest Bingge was gonna be hated if he was in any man's peak including YQ and be loved in close proximity to females because of his system halo. The OG Luo Binghe greek tragedy truly wasn't the abuse that set him off it was his greediness he really wants to covet his cruel Shizun so bad he'd go to the Walmart version to pick it up. His longing for his cruel Shizun is so intense that he'd settle for a lesser version of him, which is quite telling. If his feelings toward Shen Jiu were purely hatred, he wouldn't have subjected him to such prolonged torture unlike palace master. It's evident that his emotions toward his Shizun are more complicated than simple animosity; there's something deeper there that he craves. It's almost a relief that the story didn't take a turn toward a "2HA" scenario, if OG Binghe decided a different kind of torture .

The number of fanfics that portray Shen Yuan as the sole reason for Luo Binghe's victory and love triumph over the protagonist is astounding. They often depict Shen Yuan's kindness as the catalyst for winning over Little Binghe's heart, when in reality, he wears a mask of a precious teacher. Thats it! He has his face. That what makes him special. If true kindess and loves from his wives didn't get him going what makes Shen Yuan different? I know most are MC bias but like... knowing MXTX works and identites and the fact this wasn't revealed made me go whaat ?

If that were true, the reveal would have happened already. Bingmei and Bingge are both undeniably deranged in both worlds, and he was a white lotus; I can't comprehend why so many reveal fics portray him as calm. He would have gone crazy and lose his shit, not calm, in all these circumstances, as depicted in these fics.

I dislike the other Peak Lords, but Yue Qingyuan frustrates me the most because of his ineffectiveness as a leader. His relationship is one I feel would have been better left unresolved with loose ends, much like with Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng because some relationships are better left to be departed and let go . As a reader, I wonder how many times he can just fail before giving up and throwing in the towel. What angered me the most was Shen Jiu being tortured inhumanely for who knows how long, until his severed legs were sent to him, which finally spurred Yue Qingyuan into action. That is truly sickening! I can't help but imagine himself in that situation needing help and, and as a reader would resent YQ for it. Does his tragic death make up for it when his childhood friend was suffering? As a reader, I care less about Yue Qingyuan's personal struggles. I know he has trauma, but in such dire circumstances, how can he not push himself for Shen Jiu? He has all the power but limits himself, unable to move forward and often fumbling.

If SJ can drop and go 100% and he can't then it's relationship is unequal. I once came across a damn Tiktok talking about shit like if " YQ was a different person one day or acted strange Shen jiu would do his damnest to find out who it is he wouldn't just stop he'd keep going because of his heart and would be the same for the rest of the Peak Lords".

What infuriates me the most is that he owes him a life debt—one that he was deeply involved in, and yet Shen Jiu saved him. Despite everything, all Shen Jiu needed was for someone to believe in his good heart and see him as a good person, even if it was just one person. It would have meant the world to know that his big brother truly understood his nature, especially considering his deep self-loathing. If just one person believed in him, it could have greatly improved his mental health. Yue Qingyuan was saved by Shen Jiu and could have taken significant actions, such as clarifying the rumors and not appearing so guilt-ridden, which led others to misinterpret his relationship with his shidi. At the very least, even if he couldn't explain "why," he could have shown through his actions how much Shen Jiu meant to him. Shen Jiu saved him twice—how could he not find it in his heart to believe in him?

That was makes me so pissed off. YQ didn't so I see him as a disgrace. Like YQ passiveness is like seeing the stupid trainwreck of Jiang Fengmian and Madam Yu.

LQG for all his bullshit is weirdly the one I felt would work simply because of his personality and character dynamic with Shen jiu lol.

I have no idea how long this ask has been in my inbox. Sorry for the late answer!

Anyways, I agree with almost everything you said, except the torture part.

While I do agree that ripping apart someone's body is inhuman, it does align with the "historical" context of the novel. I did prepare a post some time ago about historical abuse in Svsss, but I didn't post it because I didn't want to fuel the fandom or create anymore beef.

I too don't think LBG loves SY. Or anyone really except maybe Zhuzhi-Lang? But as far as I personally saw in the book, everyone who took an interest in him was because he was in SQQ's body. That's my personal interpretation, I might be wrong, I might be right. Even LQG's interest, to me at least, seems to mostly be because he believed SY!SQQ to be SJ!SQQ. (I love Liujiu, I might be extra biased here. Not sorry.)

YQY had plenty of chances to come clean, like... you can't tell me he didn't know how possessive SJ was over him. Sj literally killed his demonic shizun to save him, and chose to follow him to Cang Qiong. I don't believe anyone who says "YQY didn't know". Let's not forget SJ almost fought a bunch of other kids for calling him their Qi-ge.

There's also this other thing that bothered me: YQY assuming the same thing as everyone else.

Like, he had the power, the position, the respect of everyone. If he went to the RWP to investigate the truth, with how highly respected he is, no one would say a thing.

Their relationship is so one-sided it hurts. I physically can't stomach canon YQY. I'm sorry. I prefer the fanon one.

The thing that bothers me, is that I can't even fully blame him. It's Airplane the problem. He wrote the characters that way. Had SY never transmigrated, disrupting the novel, YQY would have never revealed why he failed to save SJ.

I hate Airplane more than I dislike YQY 😤

Also, 2ha kina creeps me out. I wish someone told me what the books were about before I bought the first three volumes together. I regret investing my money in those books 🥲

[ivebeenjake]

Today was a top-10 bad day at work.

We have a part timer who only works Mondays and Fridays. (She’s a float who refuses to float, and my manager just volunteered her to go work at our Orchard Park location in 2 weeks and I know she’s not going to go. That’s a whole other story though.)

One worker requested the day off because she didn’t want her son to go on some field trip with his summer camp. I really don’t understand that rationale but whatever.

Another worker had a half day scheduled for today because she had a dentist appointment that took her months to get, and she’s also working Saturday so she needed a half day in the week and it only made sense.

That left me, my manager, my assistant manager, and one other worker who’s a complete fucking mess. Don’t get me wrong, I like him, but he’s an entire decade younger than me and super immature. He’s had a pretty fucking traumatic thing happen in his family a few months ago (his brother killed 2 cops in a coke-fueled rage and in turn got himself killed) but for the most part he has acted like he’s okay and doesn’t/won’t talk about it.

Well, I found out today that he had a meeting scheduled with our regional manager in the midst of us being down three workers (I was actually reminded that I was told last week, but I blacked it out due to anger) because he’s unhappy with his job not going anywhere. Other than the fact that he’s had a promotion and a raise every year since he’s started (he’s only been here 6 months longer than I have and we both started in 2021) but he feels slighted that things have been brought up to him like some sort of manager-in-training program, but has been pushed to the back burner. Like every fucking job in corporate America that I’ve worked in. Never mind the fact that I jumped through the hoops and played my part to get the same promotions, but I missed out on the raise and title change by one week last year and was told I’d get it at my 6-month, only for the fucking bigwigs to decide a MONTH before my 6-month mark that they weren’t doing 6-month raises and promotions anymore!

Regardless, our half day worker was supposed to leave at 12:30, and the immature worker had a meeting 10 minutes away at 1:00. So, my assistant manager and I decided we’d take lunches at 11:30 and 12:00 because he was my coverage when our half day worker left. She kept trying to insist that she could stay as late as 3:00 today, but then we’d have to give her a some hours off elsewhere in the week and it was just better to get it done today. She also needs to get more of a backbone because she’ll let anyone walk all over her and I’m constantly trying to get her to stick up for herself and not be taken advantage of.

So my assistant manager takes his lunch at 11:30. More like 11:35, which mean he wouldn’t be back until 12:05 and that’s if he’s back right on time which he never is. He has no sense of urgency and has a very lackadaisical attitude towards his job. (A job I also applied for, and was told I just wasn’t qualified enough to get, even though I’ve fucking been doing most of that job since he started. Again, another story.)

The immature worker decides he’s just gonna go take his lunch at 12:00 without talking to anyone about it. Because he has no sense of teamwork or care for anyone else. Today is about him! It’s his day to meet with our regional so he can vent to him and tell him he wants things to start moving forward for him! Never mind the rest of us.

At noon, two different groups of customers walk in needing assistance, and my manager takes one, and my assistant manager decides he’s going to take the other because asshole immature worker is on a lunch he didn’t clear, and he actually believed it would be super quick. Cut to 50 minutes later and it’s already past the time our half day girl is supposed to leave. He finally finishes up, decides he’s gonna spend 5 minutes scanning paperwork to himself, and then comes and relieves me for my lunch. Almost a whole hour later.

I should also point out that the immature worker left directly after his lunch, that ended at 12:30, to drive not even 10 minutes down the road for his 1:00 meeting! And he didn’t tell anyone! He has such a massive lack in his communication skills that they’re breathtaking.

I actually clocked back in 5 minutes early; I had finished half of an episode of The Bear I stopped the day before, and decided I’d be nice to not have our girl wait any longer.

After she left, our manager came up to where my assistant manager and I were and was attempting to get me to crack a smile or something, but when I get stressed and angry, I tend to bottle things in and retreat inward. He kept pushing me and said “I don’t know why you’re so grumpy today”, which made me go off on him, to which I said “there’s a massive difference between being grumpy and being frustrated, and you should know the difference by now!” He asked if there was anything he could do to help, and I said we’d talk later.

The rest of the day was just so. fucking. BUSY. And the asshole immature kid didn’t come back until after 3:00, like what the FUCK was he talking to our regional about for almost 2 hours? He called our manager when his meeting was over, and I just know that he was wanting our manager to say “you know what buddy, there’s no sense in you coming back, why don’t you just go home?”, but thankfully he didn’t. Our manager actually had work for him to do that kept him there well after our day ended.

I wrapped up at 4:05 and went to say goodbye to my manager because he’s not in the office tomorrow (thank god), to which he asked me to come into his office and close his door. I proceeded to dump my entire day of frustrations onto him, including the one major thing that annoys me about him, which is that he is always the first one to jump whenever another location needs help and sends one of us elsewhere, leaving us short-staffed, but do you think he could have asked anyone else to come help us out today? I shouldn’t have had to say something to him in order for him to come to that realization, which he agreed with me and apologized for.

I’m just so over other people being selfish and not giving a shit about anyone else we work with. Just last week, I was wanting to watch either an episode of The Bear or an episode of The Boys on my lunch, but the coworker that was with me in the break room watches both and isn’t caught up yet, so I decided to doomscroll on TikTok instead. Fuck that! No more. I’m tired of being the bigger person caring for everyone else. I told my manager that. Until I start seeing a little respect given back to me, I’m not accommodating anyone else. I’m going to start being selfish and if they don’t like it, tough shit.

The immature worker had papers that needed to be mailed out today, but wasn’t sure how much postage we’d need to put on the oversized envelope. I told him yesterday he could walk over to the post office today with our roll of stamps (the post office is literally right next door to us) and he never did. Remember! He was too busy giving a shit about himself and no one else! And this fucker actually had the balls to ask me as I was leaving if I had taken it over for him, because it was imperative those papers get mailed out today. I had a piece of mail I needed to send out in my hand, and I walked away from him without saying a goddamn word. I also locked up the stamps before I left too. Oopsie.

As I was driving home, I was just so exhausted from all the bullshit. I passed my grandparents’ house on the way, and they were both outside, waiting for me to drive by, so excited to see me and waving. I waved back and it put the biggest smile on my face, but as I turned the corner away from them, I burst out crying, mostly from the weight of today, but also because I had the thought in my head that I’m not going to have that anymore someday and it made me so sad.

I had something poignant I wanted to wrap this up with but it’s flown out of my head. Eh.

[shivunin]

DID I SEND CHARACTERS ALREADY? I can’t remember but I’m gonna do it (again)

Leliana, Bethany, and Josie??

Nope, but good picks! c: And thank you for asking, Zen!

(Character Ask thing)

Leliana:

First impression: I started Inquisition first, so: ooh badass spy lady, I'm into it

Impression now: The same, but I love the dimension that playing Origins gives her character (+ Leliana's song). To see her go from this devil-may-care character to a woman who is trying her best to be virtuous, then the Left Hand of the Divine to her ending in Inquisition (hardened/unhardened, Divine/not Divine) is all so fascinating. We get so much scope in her character and I think it's fantastic.

Favorite moment: I think my favorite line for her is the bit about shoes in the Winter Palace, where she talks about everything she can sort of interpret based on the woman's buckles. It's such an interesting insight into her thought process

Idea for a story: I have a half-written scene with her and Salshira in the Josie/Salshira universe where she helps arrange passage to the duel with Lord Otranto and I think it's really fun!

Unpopular opinion: I know people generally think it's not canon/ridiculous, but I think Fade Ghost Leliana is so goddamn funny. She came back from the ether to work a 9 to 5 for the church. Like what?? She fought her friend to the death over a jar of ashes and dragon's blood and then she was like, well, okay, but what if there was an epilogue?? It's so funny. So so funny.

Favorite relationship: Leliana and Shmooples. I want more Leliana and Shmooples content. She loves that little fella so much and I want to know what their day to day is like. (but I am also interested in how Josie and Leliana became friends; she is so protective of Josie in a way she isn't toward anyone else and it is really really interesting to me)

Favorite headcanon: Leliana and Zev are buddies and stay in touch. I saw a comic a while ago of him leaving gifts/notes for the other companions and I find the headcanon so delightful. I like to imagine he's how Leliana actually tracked down the Hero of Ferelden.

Bethany:

*I want to preface this by saying that I have not even once played 2 with a non-mage, so I haven't spent a ton of time around Bethany.

First impression: Oh, cool, you get siblings in this one!

Impression now: Let Bethany say fuck. For the love of God, let Bethany say fuck

Favorite moment: I am so sorry, I can't think of anything specific T.T I do think her dialogue with a romanced Sebastian in the Legacy DLC is funny.

Idea for a story: In my magician AU, Bethany is in a coma. I have loosely plotted a part in this AU where she wakes up and is able to express some of that anger about the role she had in her family.

Unpopular opinion: Idk if this qualifies, but I would like to have the option to choose which sibling dies in the intro sequence (no hate to Carver) so I can have my cake and eat it, too (be a mage and also hang out w Bethany)

Favorite relationship: Isabela sending Bethany naughty books in the Circle cracks me up, so those two.

Favorite headcanon: I like to imagine she and Wen hang out if she is a Warden (and have some version of a "don't you ever just want to lose it?" conversation)

Josephine: (light of my life!!!)

First impression: Oh my goodness she is so pretty 🥺

Impression now: Same. But also, if there is one individual person I would not piss off from Inquisition, it's Josie. Everyone else will just kill you---maybe take a bit doing it, but ultimately they would kill you. Josie?? Josie could wipe your family history off the map if she wanted. She could ruin everyone who ever helped you. And yet! she also goes out of her way to be kind to the Inquisitor even if un-romanced. I love that she stays herself throughout the events of the game.

Favorite moment: The Otranto duel. Oh my goodness. The drama! The romance! Josie not wanting the Inquisitor in harm's way, but also so relieved to be with them openly! My little romantic's heart can't take it.

Idea for a story: The uh. The Otranto duel with her and Salshira. Salshira having no idea how to fight with a sword but learning as much as she can on the boat over. Going in knowing she can't win and knowing she's going to do it anyway because Josie (clever, beloved Josie, who is home to her even though she wasn't looking for one) is worth it to her. She is worth being loud and vulnerable about her affection and she is worth fighting for. The relief of getting to hold Josie in public, with everyone watching, and swing her around in happiness---just like their dance at the Winter Palace, but a thousand times more joyful (I totally haven't thought about this at all...)

Unpopular opinion: Josie has never done anything wrong ever. I don't know if it's an unpopular opinion or not, but that's just facts.

Favorite relationship: Josie and Bull---like what is going on there, Josie???

Favorite headcanon: Josie sharing her doll collection with her love <3 (this isn't even a headcanon, I just realized as I wrote it, it's just like. a fic idea. ah well.)

[soulmate-game]

Daughter of wonderwoman au where marinette finds out her mother is actually Diana and somehow it ends up with her meeting/being introduced to the batfam maybe because she has super strength and is seen yeeting some bad guys who tried to mug her... Or something.

“... you are running from your problems, Mari,” Adrien’s exasperated voice reminded his best friend. Again. She ignored him, and he threw his hands up in exasperation. “Look, you don’t have to do anything about it! Nobody would hold it against you if you decided to just, ignore that you found anything out at all. But you need to actually think about what we just found out and decide whether or not you’re gonna do anything—“ he side-stepped a piece of trash that went flying in his direction. “—or if you’re gonna move on and pretend nothing happened.”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” Marinette shot back, pushing her bangs out of her face and tying her hair back with one hand.

“No, you’re currently hiding away in Gotham to avoid your parents while you beat up every random group of idiots who thinks you’re an easy mark,” he retorted. Another wannabe kidnapper went flying in his direction, making him sigh and side step again. She had thrown that one with only her one free hand, showing just how upset she was. “You’re ignoring everything in your life, which is not what we meant we said you should get a little space.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Marinette dropkicked the last criminal into unconsciousness before stepping back and putting her hands on her hips. She looked over at the now seven passed out men in the alleyway, and the one very frustrated ex-model pinching the bride of his nose. “I think I’m coping just fine.”

“It’s better than being forced to suppress all of your emotions, sure,” Adrien reluctantly agreed. “But not by much. Your angry rampage through Gotham has already attracted more attention,” he raised his hand to point at a nearby rooftop. Several shadows lurked there, looming over the building’s edge. “Which, might I add, is exactly why I told you not to come to Gotham.”

“You’re the one who followed me here,” she shot back before turning to the shadowy figures above them. “Go ahead and come down! But it was self defense, and you can’t arrest or beat me up for defending myself!”

The first figure to drop down straightened your just as quickly, revealing the imposing figure of none other than Batman himself. The little white eyes on his cowl seemed to narrow on their own as he looked down at her.

“That might be true, but I’m sure you know my policy on metas in my city,” he grumbled back at her. He wasn’t necessarily threatening, but he definitely wasn’t welcoming either. With all of his limbs hidden behind the cocoon that was his cape, Marinette would never be able to predict his next move if he did decide to fight. Not that she seemed particularly worried about that as she crossed her arms over her chest and met his glare evenly.

“Oh, do you own this city now? I wasn’t given the memo,” she retorted. “And considering I didn’t even know I was a meta until last week? I think I deserve a little slack. I’m angry and if people think the tiny little girl in pink is an easy kidnapping target, then it’s their fault for making themselves into the perfect practice dummies for me to try out my newly discovered strength on.”

Adrien saw the eyes on Batman’s mask narrow even further. Marinette wasn’t exactly at her most charismatic at the moment, and Adrien didn’t wanna get the both of them into a bad relationship with the experienced superhero who always seemed to know things he shouldn’t know. So he stepped up quickly, getting in between Marinette and the Bat and holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

“Okay, Monsieur Batman,” Adrien started slowly, making sure his posture was impeccable and his smile bright. “She’s telling the truth, even if she’s not... the most tactful about it right now. She just found out some very concerning things about her origin and Gotham is the best place for her to hide from her problems and let loose a little pent up aggression. But— well,” he grimaced. “We didn’t intend to run into you guys, but maybe it’s a good thing we did.”

“How so?” Batman was clearly still incredibly suspicious of the both of them and wasn’t giving an inch. So Marinette rolled her eyes (she was still very moody) and leaned around Adrien so she could get a good look at the monochromatic hero.

“I thank my lucky spots that we ran into you, Batman!” She said monotonously. “Me and Adrien are paw-sitively excited at this opportunity.”

Batman. Froze.

Not only were those two lines the very first lines ever spoken to him by two foreign heroes a few years ago (with a few key words changed to protect identities), but they had become their code phrase for whenever they made calls to one another outside of their costumes. All at once it seemed to hit him— the golden hair and bright green eyes on the boy, the blue-black hair and normally super-focused bluebell eyes on the girl that were currently sporting very uncharacteristic frustration. Their heights. Their builds. All of this info flowed through his mind and compared to the information stored in his memory, and it only took the span of two seconds for everything to click.

Suddenly Batman was at full attention, back straight instead of looming over them and eyebrows clearly raised high under his cowl.

He knew Chat Noir and Ladybug would never take a random vacation to Gotham. Ladybug herself had nearly waxed poetic about how much the city depressed her just from the pictures she saw online. If she had willingly come to visit, it was more than to just blow off some steam.

“Batcave?” He asked, earning a relieved look from Adrien and a moody silence from Marinette.

“Please,” Adrien agreed. “You can probably help us, actually.”

—*—*—*—*��*

Marinette leaned back in the metal debriefing chair, legs up on the table and looking for all the world as the picture of pure teenage rebellion and angst. Coincidentally, Red Hood was in the exact same position in the chair next to her.

Batman and all of his other bats and birds were in the cave with the two off-duty Parisian heroes. Everyone except Adrien and Marinette still had their masks on, since the two Parisians were still not privy to their identities. Yet.

To be fair, the bats hadn’t known the identities of the two miraculous users either before today.

“Cha Noir,” Batman started, only to get a head shake from the blond boy.

“Just call me Adrien. Chat’s out of the bag—“ he ignored the groans at the pun and soldiered on, “—so might as well use my real name.”

Batman nodded. “Adrien, then,” he amended. “Why are you and Ladybug really in Gotham?”

Adrien sighed. “I wasn’t lying, before. Marinette,” he gestured to his hero partner. “Just found out some distressing family news. Since HawkMoth is gone, she doesn’t need to repress her negative emotions anymore. But she also didn’t want to be around her parents while she processed everything. I told her to choose any other city— really, I begged— but she insisted on coming to Gotham.”

“The never ending cloud cover and constant rain seem thematic,” she finally spoke up, reaching into her big over-the-shoulder bag and pulling out a large envelope. She threw it to Batman, making the thin package slice through the air like a knife. To nobody’s surprise the seasoned hero easily caught the projectile between two fingers. He looked at the envelope and back to Marinette, silent questions floating in the air between them. Marinette decided to answer at her own pace.

“That’s what we found out. You see, one of my friends is a huge science nerd. A genius. And he wanted to compare DNA samples between us to see if there were any genetic components that determined a person’s suitability towards certain Miraculous or other magical artifacts over others. It was supposed to just be a fun side project that he didn’t expect any breakthroughs on. He mostly just wanted to satisfy his own curiosity. But instead of finding out if our DNA was linked to the miraculous, he found out that my parents are not biologically my parents.”

“Hence the whole just finding out that you’re a meta thing, right?” Nightwing spoke up, fully invested in the story. “Did they never say you were adopted before?”

“It’s not in the system,” she replied easily. “My parents have all the documentation to prove that I’m their biological child, except I’m not. When I confronted them about it, they caved and admitted that they had adopted me in secret and covered it up. Apparently a friend of theirs was involved in something illegal, and,” she waved at the envelope that Batman was now opening. “The details of what we were able to dig up are in there. The summary is this; their friend was part of a secret, illegal experimentation to create clones that could defeat the Justice League—“ the air seemed to get sucked out of the room as soon as those words left Marinette’s mouth. Everyone seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. “—a group called CADMUS. They made me, as apparently one of their early attempts. But I didn’t exhibit any of the powers they were looking for, or any meta traits at all, and my body refused to mature at the rate they wanted. They had no use for a seemingly normal human baby that they managed to clone, so they were preparing to kill me and start over. That’s when my parent’s friend stole me, not wanting to kill an infant, and begged my parents to take me in and pretend I was theirs. Low and behold, it turns out that my DNA just needed a very specific series of emotions to unlock it’s latent abilities.”

“Those emotions being..?” Red hood trailed off, earning a wolfish smile from Marinette.

“Intense anger, betrayal, and confused frustration closely followed by the desire to punch other people’s faces in.”

“That last one is just an assumption,” Adrien chimed in. “And maybe not accurate. But the first three, our scientist friend was able to confirm. The rapid experience of a lot of negative but action-oriented emotions released whatever had been holding back the powers in her DNA from expressing themselves,” he had switched to French so that he could explain everything exactly as Max had told it to them, but he knew all of them were fluent anyway so it was fine. They nodded along, processing the information.

The crinkling of paper drew everyone’s attention back to Batman, who had been flipping through the detailed break down of everything they had found about Marinette’s situation and how she was made by CADMUS.

“Uh,” Red Robin nervously spoke up. “What’s up, Batman?”

“Your genetic donors...” Batman breathed, getting a wink and finger guns from Marinette.

“Yup. Isn’t that just the most fucked up thing you’ve ever seen? They were clearly trying to make someone who could destroy the world.”

“That makes me nervous,” Nightwing admitted, getting up and going to get a look at the papers himself. “It can’t be that ba—“

When even Nightwing was left agape, everyone else who wasn’t in on it found themselves squirming.

“Just tell the rest of us, already!” Robin demanded after the silence stretched just a bit too long.

“The unknowing genetic donors that CADMUS used to make me,” Marinette spoke up, still with her legs up on the table. “Are a very mad-scientist’s-wet-dream combination of Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne, and Wonder Woman.”

“We don’t even know why they added Bruce Wayne’s DNA,” Adrien admitted. “Although our scientist friend thinks it’s because of physique. His hypothesis is that, in order to support the genes of Wonder Woman, they had to add male genetics that could support the production of a very high muscle mass and would lean towards easy development of a very athletic body. Lex might be evil-scientist smart, but he’s a string bean. But if he added the DNA of another multi millionaire who just so happens to maintain a ridiculously fit body without putting any obvious work into it,” Adrien shrugged. “Then maybe the clone would be able to support Wonder Woman’s genetics and that of two human donors without falling apart.”

“So I’m ‘the clone’ now, huh?” Marinette snarked, earning an exasperated eye roll from her friend.

Batman just stared at the both of them for a moment. He walked away without a word, and came back with a fresh needle and a box. He placed it on the debriefing table.

“Can I do a paternity test myself?” He asked, his voice suspiciously less gruff than normal. “I trust the both of you, but I rather be safe than sorry with something like this.”

The both of them just stared at him in confusion. They traded a glance, and finally Marinette shrugged and moved to sit in her chair properly. Her shirt was already short sleeved, so she just held her arm out so Batman could easily get a blood sample.

“Sure, why not. But do you just have Lex Luthor or Bruce Wayne’s DNA sitting around to compare, or—“ she shut up when she watched Batman take off his glove and roll his own sleeve up. Realization slowly sunk in as he asked Nightwing to take a blood sample from him.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, eyes wide. “You’re— and Luthor doesn’t know— holy shit this is even worse than I thought,” Marinette rambled, not even noticing as Red Hood moved forward and took a small blood sample from her.

Adrien put a hand over his face and just laughed for a moment hysterically. “Oh my god,” he looked over at Marinette. “You could take over the world.”

“I have the blood of Batman AND Wonder Woman on MY side,” Marinette joked back, also hysterical.

When the bat’s high tech equipment was able to come back with a positive result only a few minutes later, Marinette and Adrien had to sit on the floor and just let it all sink in. Which Batman did not at all help by immediately unmasking himself and trying to make a proper introduction.

“I wanna go beat up random thugs again,” Marinette whined, pulling at her hair. “I’ll put on a mask, whatever, but just please let me punch people. I need to punch people right now.”

[emperor-starscream]

SLAYYY I haven't posted anything at all in awhile SO! I'm gonna info dump about Starscream and my personal like story for him that I have planned out

This is more like a mixture of different concepts and continuities of Starscream and how I personally see him!!!

If you have any other questions about my Starscream my ask box is open :D

TW: after the pictures there WILL be mentions of @bus3 so if you don't wanna know about his like backstory and stuff like that please don't read that section!

First up, his full appearance! Yes it may seem a bit wonky how I colored it BUT it was all intentional, I'll explain in a second why I gave him the different colored optics BUT. his shoulder pad thingies are a reference to coronation Starscream where he has the purple shoulder pads. Originally I was going to make the pads PURPLE but I changed on that idea since it would add too many colors to Starscream's already colorful appearance.

I gave him a heart on his little forehead thingy because I thought It would be cool if that could represent the Decepticon logo type deal

I mixed IDW TAAO Starscream with a tiny bit of armada screamer, again, I thought it'd be cool. His hands are also build like TFP Starscream's, he's got CLAWS

At first they were like simple little kitty paws but then they EVOLVED and so now he's got that TFP drip

IM ALSO GOING TO EXPLAIN HIS EYES, his eyes are like that cause 1 I thought they were cool and 2 in some IDW comics I saw that he had yellow eyes kind of like some versions of Optimus or Soundwave, I thought it'd be cool to make a yellow/gold eye type deal and then the other eye red because it's also cool and 3 I'm indecisive.

Next up is Starscream facts before I go on to explain his short backstory

So like he is trans FTM, I have an unfinished design for that aswell

He's a lot more empathetic than usual screamers

Kinda like armada Starscream where he was friends with Alexis

He is polyamorous :)

And also has anger issues he's trying to work on

After the war he also became emperor because I love that he rules over a planet

He still sucks at it and makes horrible decisions, he's still selfish and shit like that lol

Starscream has a link to his trine(skywarp and Thundercracker) through his spark which is swaggy

So again TW for @bus3 and stuff like that. Nothing sexual though /srs

Megatron had convinced Starscream to join the Decepticons because Starscream was leader of the air command on Cybertron, who also studied Science and a bit of history. And also star joined the cons because he was tired of being treated like he was just some tool. Megatron was like a father figure to Starscream at first. After some time Starscream started realizing how many holes Megatron's leadership, Starscream's respect for the bot started fading as he started snapping and acting more arrogant n shi towards Megatron which lead to Megatron beating the spark out of Starscream more and more often, leaving him absolutely BEAT UP and so like it started becoming worse, Megatron started mentally manipulating his second in command, emotionally aswell, this lead Starscream to fear Megatron, to the point that Starscream having his negative thoughts like anxiety etc basically calling those thoughts "Megatron's voice". When Megatron almost died Starscream still brought Megatron to safety.

So Starscream kept being loyal to Megatron, slowly planning his downfall, Megatron knew about this, knowing Starscream isn't trustworthy. Then other Decepticons like shockwave and Soundwave would degrade him or make fun of him aswell. This made Starscream have cool little trust issues. When Starscream reunited with Jetfire he was finally relieved at the fact someone didn't treat him like literal trash- BUT! since all of Starscream's trauma he was kind of aggressive towards Jetfire, which resulted in Jetfire leaving to join the Autobots which made Starscream have abandonment issues aswell.

It's all janky and shit but if you have any questions I'm happy to answer :D

[eclecticpatrolroadlawyer]

We Love You (Alternate ending)

Masterlist

Note: This is the 3rd part of the story.

Request: I have an idea for the third part! The kid runs up to Y/N one day, crying because his/her classmates made fun of him/her for not having a present father. Y/N talks about it to Bucky (idk if they're dating or not up to you) but he's strict on Nick not deserving to be in that kid's life. One night, Y/N takes her kid and knocks on Nick's door. He's shocked and all, they talk, the usual betrayal routine yk yk. And then he remembers...there should be two of them fuckers

Summary: what if y/n knows the truth? Will she forgive Nick?

Pairings: Chubby!Nick Fowler x reader, Bucky x reader.

Warning: angst, child's emotion, death, fluff.

We Hate you // Ruin

Flashback

Nick's pov

While I was watching suddenly I felt my eyes going blurry. I miss her. I don't even know how is she? What she is doing? Are James and Y/n now dating? I don't know anything about her anymore. I think it's better as it is. At least she will not be in danger. As I was thinking I fell asleep thinking about Y/n laying beside me while the video was still going on.

Present

Y/n's pov

I checked my watch again and noticed that it was time to pick Lisa up from school. I got out of the car and leaned at the car's side waiting for Lisa.

I thought I would have died but Bucky saved me. Lisa is my beautiful daughter who fortunately survived that incident. But the other twin died, Doctors informed me that her brother was a warrior who protected his sister taking in all the poison. I was devastated at the news but I couldn't show it at that time. I had to be strong for Lisa at that time. From then on, I promised myself to make Lisa strong and protect her. I was kept at Avengers Tower my whole pregnancy and yeah, they pampered me and my child with all the things they could, especially Tony who is like my father figure. After she was 3 years old, I and Nat started training her. From childhood, I trained Lisa with her anger issues and after all, she is my daughter and I also don't trust myself when I am angry. I chuckled at the thought that even though she is the full copy of her father but she still gets my bad habits, not bad, worst I will say. Sometimes I feel like I am raising my angry version of myself. Steve and Nat have become her godfather and godmother and Bucky, he is more like a father figure to her. Bucky treats her as his child. I still remember the day when Bucky asked me out but I have to turn him down cause I was still not over Nick, as if deep inside I knew something was wrong but I didn't dare to meet Nick all these years thinking what if he moved on with her? Or what if this was his plan? I don't know what to think.

My thoughts were interrupted by the bell ringing indicating that the school time is finally over and then I saw my 7-year-old daughter, brown eyes with Nick's copied features made her look beautiful, walking towards me with a grumpy look on her face and her fists clenching as if her little volcanic mind is soon gonna burst. I sighed thinking this was gonna be a long rough day.

I kneeled onto her eye level and booped her nose when she was near me and asked "Why's my little fighter looking like she is gonna need a punching bag to relieve her anger? Huh! "

And suddenly she swatted my hand grumbling "Nothing" with her little voice and I knew better that it was a serious matter. I felt like I know what happened but I didn't wanna force and jump to a conclusion right now. That's why I made her sit in the car and made my way to the driving seat.

I started the car and after a while, I suddenly hear a sniffle which made me look up at the rear view mirror. Gosh... I saw her holding back her tears and emotions which made me feel a horrible, looking at my daughter's miserable state holding back her emotions. I hated that at this age, she is trying to hide her emotions. It feels worse for a grown-up adult and seeing her little state facing that now made me wanna cry.

I stopped the car and turned my head over my shoulder to look at her. She looked up to see what happened and met with my concerning face.

I asked wiping the tears off her little chubby cheeks "What happened Lisa? You are not usually like this. Tell Momma, what happened. It makes me feel really bad to see you cry and hold your emotions. Let it out darling and tell me. I am here with you, baby. I promise Mommy will not be angry, darling."

"M-Mom... Why I don't have a dad? I know uncle Bucky is not my father, mom. W-who is my dad? E-Everyone has dad a-and t-today..." She suddenly burst into tears and cried loudly continuing "T-today when the teacher asked us to w-write about our father. I-I seriously didn't know what to do. Everyone was looking at me suddenly and ma-making me feel suffocating. Mom! I don't know. I know you don't like to talk about dad b-but I can't help it. I miss him even though I don't know w-who he is" She cried and cried. I didn't know for how long but what she told hell I didn't care about anything or anyone of my surroundings. 'Gosh... I am such a horrible mother. I didn't notice that long ago that she is hurting. Gosh, I am such disappointment.' I thought as I looked at her feeling my tears streaming down my cheeks.

I shushed her and then wiped her tears "shhh... Shhh, baby shh... It's okay. Let it out. Shh... It's okay. You should have told Mama you know. Tell mama whenever you feel like it. Gosh... I didn't know that you were thinking soo much in your little head. Gosh... I am sorry baby. I made you feel suffocated. I thought you were happy. Can you forgive mama for being bad and negligible darling? Mama is sorry." I asked her.

"No mama it's not your fault. I was scared of hurting you and didn't tell you. I am sorry. You are the best mom. I am sorry. It's okay if you don't wanna tell me about papa. I will never ask you." She said after she calmed looking down at her feet.

I sighed and smiled a little reassuring her "it's okay darling. Everything's fine. Your happiness is my happiness. Your sadness is my sadness. Baby. Don't ever keep anything from me. And about your father, I will tell you. Don't worry." I said and continued to distract her from the topic asking "Why don't we go to KFC to eat your favourite chicken burger with chocolate ice cream?"I smiled and turned to start the car as she nodded without missing a second after hearing the offer.

After my little day out with Lisa, I was very tired. I left Lisa with her godmother Nat so that I could have my little thinking time all to myself. After throwing my car keys on the table, I slumped down on the chair on the balcony as I took in the view in front of me.

The beautiful clear night sky with the stars made me feel relaxed. I always wanted a house with a beautiful view of nature and all, it made my worries all go away.

I sighed at the thought and started thinking about Lisa's words. The way she cried out her feelings made me realize she has been suffering for a long.. 'Jeez, what a mother I was who didn't even notice my daughter's sufferings' I winced slightly at the thought.

I didn't know what to do. I was mentally fighting with myself if to meet Nick or not and fuck... What about others who helped me pull through all these shits and especially how do I explain to Buck...

I was so deep into the thought that I didn't notice someone was behind me until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was startled and was gonna defend myself when I suddenly smelled a familiar relaxing scent... Bucky... I sighed smiling and relaxing a little after Bucky started massaging my shoulders as if he felt my body being tense.

"Something bothering you doll, cause you didn't bring princess back home which only happens when you need some thinking time alone." He said massaging my shoulders. Jesus! He knew me soo well and was soo good at reading me. I wanted to take some rest but I had to tell Bucky about today's incident. The later the worse the matter will be.

I sighed gathering the courage and explaining the conversation that happened between me and Lisa and all the outbursts of emotions. After explaining, I silently looked down and said "I... I don't know Buck, what to do. Like Nick betrayed me and all but something is telling me that it's not all and hell there's something that Nick is trying to hide. I know I shouldn't feel like this but like I feel like I deserve some explanation, Buck! and Nick also...I don't know... He and Lisa need to know about each other and the truth. I don't want Lisa to know the truth now cause she is still small and this amount of things, I don't think she can handle it but at least, I think she has the right to know about her father though. Don't you think so? " I looked at Bucky with nervous eyes to find any sign of any emotions but he was too deep in thought. And as for Bucky's decision, I kinda knew that whatever it is, even though Lisa was not his own but she still has him wrapped around her fingers and for Lisa, Buck can't deny and can do anything for her...

Bucky looked up and said "What do you want me to say Y/n? You want me to say my true feelings that no, I don't want you to meet that fucking asshole of human. That he doesn't deserve to know shit and the things happened. Then, I will be called a selfish guy, y/n. I will be selfish to you and Lisa just for satisfying my own needs. It's your life y/n, I am just a guy who supports you to walk but you are the one who made yourself strong to walk and regain your true self. You are the true hero of your life, doll. I seriously don't think I have any right to say in your matters like this. It's all up to you and Lisa...But remember whatever you choose and do, no one will be angry and disappointed in you and everyone is gonna support you as like before and like before I will still be there to support you taking every step of your life."

I teared up at the speech and the emotions he expressed. I didn't know what to say, I felt like I didn't deserve anyone and especially a guy like him. Just because he loved me he let me go just for my happiness. Jesus, I can't even imagine myself without him. I nodded and smiled at him as some tears escaped my eyes rolling down my cheeks to my lips. It was my future and my life. Now I need to decide...

Nick's pov

Fuck. Each day I wake up feels like hell. Every day I find myself near the table surrounded by bottles and today was no exception.

With a headache, I stoop up to start my useless day. I sighed looking down at my surroundings. Jesus Christ! I fucking smell too and wondered last time I showered.

Suddenly I saw myself in the mirror present near the table. 'The hell! Is this me!? ' I asked myself looking at the mirror as of I have seen a ghost. Fuck! I now had a little belly bulged out huh... Who tf will believe I was once a most successful agent making all the ladies weak on their knees. I sighed at the thought slightly wincing and accepting the bitter truth and a fact looking at me through the mirror as if mocking me.

Suddenly all my thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock at my door. I didn't respond thinking they will be soon gone. But it kept knocking and pounding on the door which made my headache more insufferable. 'Fuck it' I thought and swung open the door but closed my mouth at the sight I behold in front of me... 'Y/n...'

Y/n's pov

As I parked my car in the parking lot near Nick's hideout, I was thinking of how to start the conversation with him explaining how I found out about his hideout and why I am there. 'Jesus Christ!' I sigh in frustration.

As soon as I was in front of Nick's door, I was getting nervous. I didn't know what to do at all. A part of me wants to kill him but another part wants to love him, hug him and kiss him all over his face. I took a deep breath as I gathered the courage to knock on his door. After a few knocks still there was no answer. 'What the hell!? I don't think I am at the wrong address' I knocked again loudly to make my presence known to him.

After a few more minutes, I gave up thinking he was not home. As soon as I was turning around to make my way back, the door swung open revealing Nick's frustrated face which widened in shock and horror as soon as he saw me.

"Y/n," He asked as if he just nearly escaped his death.

"Nick," I said as I took in his appearance looking him up and down noticing his grown beard but a little bit and also his shaggy clothes with his belly out a little. I noticed he had gained weight after all these years and he was not the same Nick anymore. But for some reason, I felt as if this current appearance of his made weaker on my knees. Jesus! What's happening to me.

I gulped and coughed a little to shake away my thoughts. "Can I come in?" I asked with my same neutral face.

"Yeah, Yeah of course come in" He nervously hurried me inside the apartment and as soon as the door clicked shut, he started bombarding me with all his questions "What the fuck y/n! Are you okay? What are you doing here and how the hell did you find me! Jesus Christ! Do you even know if you are being followed or not..."

"Hey! Hey shh shh" I shushed him as soon as I saw his panicked state going close to him. "It's okay! I am here alone. No one followed me and as for your address, you know, Buck and Nat helped me. Just calm down ok!" I said as I caressed his soft cheeks covered with beard. I missed the feeling of his warm skin under mine. It felt soo good.

I looked into his eyes "Nick. I know everything." As soon as I said I felt his body tense under my touch which made him take a step back.

"What do you want me to say, Y/n? Cause I..I don't know what to say. Hell! I didn't know that you were pregnant. I know I should have defended you and tried more but... I am sorry Y/n. I know what I did, I could never be forgiven, after all, which father tries to kill their child. I know I failed to be a good husband and father but... I am sorry Y/n. I don't think any of the words I say, will be enough to make you forgive me. I am sorry." He fell onto his knees in front of me crying with all his heart out.

As I took in his shaking form, I didn't notice that I was also crying until I felt warm salty water on my lips. I closed my eyes to not think about the horrifying day anymore. It was also a nightmare for me. The day I lost everything, a home, a lover, a soulmate and especially my child.

I knelt and grasp his chin between my finger making him look into my eyes. "It's okay you know... I-I know that I also don't know mean I don't think I can ever forgive you for that b-but I don't know what to do Nick... Whether you deserve forgiveness or not, I don't know. I am also fighting with myself whether to love you or not but Nick, I love you... I vowed in front of God to love u till the day we are parted by death. I love you soo much that even though if I wanna hate you for my child's death makes me feel like... Tch... God! Even though I know it was also hard for you, I don't know if you deserve forgiveness cause I don't think that's my decision. The decision's up to our children, Nick. You could have told me you know, we could-"

"And what! Y/n! Hell even though I have told you, you also couldn't do anything. You don't know them Y/n. They can do anything and I ,hell, never wanna imagine that I failed to protect you, I never wanna see you die. They threatened me to kill you and if I couldn't do it they would have assigned this task to someone else. I don't wanna lose you, Y/n. You are everything to me. You are the oxygen of my life, a hope that made me walk into the light from the darkness. I loved you, hell I love you I will say and I am always gonna. I love you so much that I don't even imagine a life without you not by my side for a second. This separation is making my whole life hell and you think! You think that I-I am gonna make myself lose you completely! I am sorry I didn't know about our children. I am sorry for everything I have done. I am sorry...That's why I thought if I took the situation, then there might be a chance to save you and thought that as you are not safe near me, I thought of the whole plan to make it look like I betrayed you. I made the whole plan with Mace. But...when I came to know about our children, trust me...I regretted every moment, every second of my life..." He cried as he laid down his head on my lap.

I took a deep breath and caressed his now shaved hair. I love him too... I also can't live without him. I don't know what to do. But I gotta make the decision. I know there will be consequences of the decision in future but I have to... For Lisa at least.

"After I was admitted to hospital, I thought I was a failure as a mother that i couldn't save my children. I was devastated at the thought of losing both of them. Then, I was suddenly informed that one of the twins died protecting the other by taking in all the poison. I didn't know what to feel at that time. Should I be happy because one was safe or should I be crying because another died saving her...! I didn't know... But when my child was born, I knew I can't lose hope here. After all, I am a mother. The twin sacrificed his life just to make sure the other one could live the life as both of them. That's why I... I don't think it's my decision to forgive you or not. I only came here after Lisa wanted to know and meet her father. Her dad which she always looked up to. I don't know Nick what will be her decision after she knows the truth but...As for now I can surely tell you that she loves you...We love you " I said as I casted my eyes down from ceiling to notice the beautiful blue eyes staring up at me into my soul asking me as if all the things I said was true or not. I nodded then and at that I felt arms around my waist hugging me tightly. I caressed his head and kissed the top of it as he nuzzlee into my neck. I looked outside through the window hoping that from now on everything's gonna be fine. Everything will be okay. I hugged him back taking in his natural scent hopping I didn't have to regret my decision in future.

all she's ever wanted

was for him to look into her in the eyes and say

'everything will be alright'

and to believe them

and all he's ever wanted

was to look back

and see in her eyes

that it was true.

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kept you like an oath | lee bodecker

PAIRING: lee bodecker x reader

WARNINGS: affairs, age gap (reader is younger than lee)

A/N: enjoy more of my angst train that literally no one asked for xx

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She walked back into her home with the scarf dangling from her hand. The fabric itself appeared to burn her skin although it had been one of her very favourite garment pieces way back when. It was nothing special, just a red wool scarf her grandma knitted for her which had her name embroidered in a sewed patch of brown patch at the end. She remembered losing it, leaving it somewhere when she was sneaking around with Lee; yet, not in her wildest dreams would she think he’d kept it. Typical, she could almost hear her mother say, men like to keep trophies of their conquests. In all honesty, it didn’t matter anymore.

Y/N climbed the stairs up to the second story of her home, making her way towards her father’s bedroom to check upon him. Leaning her hand against the old wooden door, she pushed it slightly open, peaking inside to see her father was peacefully sleeping, there was no use waking him up for dinner. With that in mind, she walked into her own bedroom. Her father had really never taken down anything from her bedroom since her mother had taken her and her brother away when she was 5 years old. Her bed still had the pink ruffled duvet which was growing lighter from age and the little cuddly toy bear was still in her bed. Her brother’s room was also untouched, merely locked and getting dusty. Dorothy said he kept the bedrooms in case her and her brother returned with their mother, but it never happened. Her mother hadn’t even come to Knockemstiff during Y/N’s 21st birthday, so she would never return. Y/N herself couldn’t find to bring any of her childhood stuff away from her bedroom, it would hurt him too much. At this point, she didn’t know if it was cruel to let him live in delusion or push him out of it.

However, this was too much to think at night and Lee passing through her mind only made it a new hell she was not ready to relieve. She stripped off her diner uniform and laid down in bed. She needed to sleep it off, sleep early to go to the grocery shop in town to grab some needed essentials for the home before going to the dinner.

The dawning of the morning was a cold reminder of winters in Knockemstiff. She hadn’t been there for winter in so long she had forgotten how cold they were. Her father always used to get her hot chocolate despite the fact she hated it but her brother liked it and she wanted to appear like a grown girl when she was living here. Funny, she thought by now she would have that laid pattern. She would’ve never wanted the life of a housewife, no, she was glad for her education but she never thought she would be so alone. She was happy for her brother but she wondered when someone would want to keep her like an oath rather than a secret. 

She got dressed in an old sweater and some trousers before exiting. She could always walk into town, it was a big walk of 30 to 40 minutes yet she was okay being alone with her thoughts. However, her thoughts were now plagued by Lee. She had always wanted to blame him for everything that had happened yet she had been 20/21 and had made her choice to start a relationship with a married man. She didn’t know what she expected out of it, maybe it was her ego, her shattered mind as she became merely one of many. She knew he had other affairs, of course he did from prostitutes to even wives of officers, he just kept it quiet and they never lasted long. She thought maybe because hers lasted 3 months it meant something, she always thought at any point he was gonna tell her it was love but he never did. Lee was a funny person, not funny in a joke sort of way but funny as in someone who you only met once in your life. He was capable of relaxing yet his persona was one that he kept pristine, a pristine reputation so he barely let any emotion out and if he did it was normally anger. Yet, when they were together those blue eyes were just so soft, so clear one could see their reflection in his eyes. Maybe he was just a good actor.

She walked through the door of the town market, grabbing an old basket to start picking some essentials. She didn’t need much, some fruit from apples to oranges, milk and bread. It wasn’t a monthly shopping experience, it was just some bits to make the fridge fuller. She stood in line to pay her items, basket clenched against her chest. 

      - My, my if it isn’t little Y/N. - a thick southern accent had her turn around to stare at the owner of the voice. Reverend Preston, she remembered. He came to the diner for dinner sometimes and she had faint memories of him when she was a child. - Here for your old man?

     - Yeah, just getting some groceries. - she placed them on the conveyer belt, trying not to instigate a big conversation. It was a small town, everyone knew everyone yet she wasn’t in the particular mood for a conversation with a reverend, specially because he’d probably ask her why she wasn’t in church and she’d have to dodge the fact she didn’t feel comfortable there. It always felt evil there. 

     - Marcie, put it on my tab, yeah? - he referred to the cash assistant which Y/N could swear had gone to pre school with her. The girl nodded, bagging all Y/N had bought and handing it to her. - Let me help you outside.

She was going to say no but she knew it was pointless. Moreover, if she did she would probably get some rumours going around which she really didn’t want her father exposed to. The two walked outside, the reverend carrying both his shopping and hers but Y/N remained somewhat far from him. Her mind was somewhere else, on someone else. 

     - Where’s your daddy’s truck? - he looked around the cars parked around the.

     - I walked here, truck broke last night at the diner.

     - There’s no way I’m letting you walk home by yourself, dollie. - his hand rested on her arm and her gaze was immediately on it. - Come on, do you want me drop you off at the diner?

     - Y/N. - a voice had the two move their gaze. From the cruiser parked a few meters away emerged Lee, walking towards them with a stride no one wanted to ever see. - You’re coming with me.

     - Why? - whatever meekness she had towards the reverend did not apply to Lee. Whenever she saw him she just got this mix of anger and sadness which just exploded into anger at him. 

     - You abandoned your vehicle last night and didn’t warn the station. You gonna have to come with me to the station.

     - Are you kidding me? 

     - Don’t make me handcuff ‘ya. - she looked at him with anger filled eyes, getting the groceries from the reverend and muttering a thank you before following Lee back to the cruiser. What a fucking hypocrite.

He opened the passenger door to her, waiting for her to get in, even trying to appear like a gentleman but she got into the car like a mad woman, crossing her arms as he shut the door and sat next to her on the drivers seat. Once his door was shut, whatever shred of politeness she held seemed to break loose.

     - What the fuck, Lee? You were there! You saw my truck br ...

     - I don’t want you talking to fucking Preston. - he interrupted. - He ain’t good news. 

     - And you are? How many prostitutes have you fucked this month alone? Forget it, how about this week?

     - Don’t talk to me like that, girl. - he pointed at her, equally as angry. There was only one person who could talk like that to him and survive. - You know shit about what’cha talking about. 

     - Oh, please. - she rolled her eyes. - The only reason you’re not divorced to your own prostitute is because you haven’t gotten another one pregnant yet. 

As those words left her lips, his hand flew to her neck, slightly squeezing it over the fabric of her shirt, forcing her to look at him as he tried to appear bigger. He was angry, blue eyes wide and nostrils flared as he starred down at her. She knew he wasn’t going to hurt her, he just liked to establish his dominance. It felt as if she had been holding a breathe for a very long time before she let it out shakingly and suddenly his lips were on hers.

God, she remembered how he tasted. His lips were always sweet, a result of the amount of sweet things he consumed mixed with tobacco smoke and the slightest hint of scotch she knew he did from his wife under the precinct’s desk. His hand slide down from her neck, roaming a body he knew way too well before it was gripping her waist, pulling her on top of his lap. Her hands were on each side of his face, fingers curling his hair as she flipped the hat off. She was reminded of 2 years ago, of kissing in unknown cars during the night, the feeling of him against her body before he left. That’s right, he’d left and he was married and this was wrong. She pulled away from him like he was the devil, opening the door and climbing out before he could go after her.

She just continued walking and walking, not daring looking back and blocking the sounds of anything that even happened around her. She had to keep walking and she kept walking until she reached the outside of the dinner. Like a kaleidoscope of memories she was transported to memories she didn’t wish to revisit as she touched her lips. She could almost see herself through the window of the diner, sat in the main table as everyone surrounded her, Dorothy holding out a birthday cake in front of her with the candles 21 and she tried to smile. She tried to smile but her eyes kept looking outside willing for him to come but he never did. She knew the ending of this story, she’d been through the cracks in the glass and through the soft moments and she knew how they ended.

     - Y/N?

Shouldn’t had it been fun, turning 21?

[lillylvjy]

Drabble time! Drabble time!

Phantombur edition!!!

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Ok so phantom is a skrunkly , shy boy. He hides away when things get to overwhelming and he just wants to be loved:(

But, then he found you! A new person to the smp, and you were just like a tubbo! You had characteristics of a bee. He didn’t immediately go up and say hi to you. Oh no! Him.. initiating conversations? Your funny! He just watched you and admired you for a while ( until Tommy found him and made fun of him for a while)

But one day, you found him talking to Charlie. You went up to Charlie and asked who he was talking to. “Oh! You guys haven’t met yet?! Well, y/n this is Wilbur, Wilbur this is y/n” he said smiling. You looked over at the slightly transparent man in front of you. ‘He’s kinda cute. His eyes, his smile, practically everything is perfect about him’ you thought. Wilbur cleared his throat and you came back to reality. You blushed and apologize. Phantom smiles and said it was ok and that you guys should hang out sometime. “I would love too” you smiled as he nodded and walked away.

Ahh the beginning of a love story. Ok but really he was head over heals for you… but he thought you didn’t feel the same. Yes! You exclaim how much you love him everyday and yes you give him so much affection (that he loves and needs)

But, lately you’ve been talking to Jack a lot. Like a lot a lot. And he’s nervous. Is he better than me? Has he seen more to this life? Type of deal you know?! (I’m so sorry)

But really. He thinks your gonna leave him. He’s overthinking a lot. He’s talked to Phil and techno about it. Techno said he’s should just turn invisible and spy on them. Phil obviously strongly disagreed. ‘What could be the harm in that?!’ He thought to himself as he left to go see where you were.

He then saw you and Jack in the gardens together, laughing and holding onto each other for dear life. He felt sad, mad, disappointed and another emotion he couldn’t quite grasp. What were you doing here with him? Am I not good enough? What does he have that I don’t?

Questions ran through his mind like a running train. And they didnt stop. He got closer to you guys so he could here is conversation. After you guys stopped laughing, you sighed and slumped.

“I feel like I’m too much for Wilbur. Like I’m too hyper and too clingy for him. Like he’s a chill and super stand off-ish guy. Like whenever I hug him. I feel like he’s uncomfortable and I not want that at all. I don’t know maybe I’m going crazy but I love him so much Jack! I’d do anything for him. But i don’t know how he feels and I’m overthinking everything.” He said tearing up.

He stood there confused and baffled. You? To much for him?! Absolutely not! Never! The only reason he seems like it, is because he’s never had this kind of affection before and he’s trying to get used to it. The fact that your overthinking about him not liking or wanting you anymore is insane to him.

He went to go walk away before anything else happened, but he stepped in a rock and fell down, losing his ability to be invisible in the process. You and Jack both jumped up and turned around to see how it was.

The look in your face, showed anger, but really you were relieved he was here. Did he here all of that? Does he feel that way? Or is he going to say he feels the complete opposite and make me feel better about this relationship? You now had thoughts running in and out of your head.

Wilbur quickly got up and starting apologizing. You face softened from the angry expression. You hated how he sounded. His tone was desperate and sad in a way. He didn’t want you to be mad at him for spying, he just cares so much.

Jack walked away with a smile towards you as you went up to Wilbur. You placed your hands on his face, cupping it. “How much of that did you hear my love?” You asked.

“All of it. I didn’t mean too! I just wanted to see why you and Jack have been hanging out so much! It felt like you liked him more than me and I had a bad feeling and-“ he rambled on, until you pulled his head down to put his forehead on yours.

“You don’t have to be jealous of Jack you know? He’s like a brother to me. And I’ve been talking to him alot because… well you heard.” You smiled.

Jealous. That makes sense. Makes sense why he was feeling that way towards Jack.

“Darling. You aren’t to much for me. I love how clingy you are. I love how hyper you are. I love everything about you. And I’m sorry if I seem uncomfortable. I’m just new to all of this and I’m getting used to it very slowly. Never think you aren’t good enough for me because you are so much more than good enough.” He said while grabbing your hands and kissing your nuckles. You sighed and smiled up at him.

“I’m so glad that’s cleared up. Ok now give me a piggyback ride!” You said while giggling.

He laughed and kissed you. “What a way to ruin the moment huh?” He asked as he turned around a bent down for you.

You jumped on his back and kissed his cheek. “It’s what I do best. But seriously, I know you were overthinking to my love. I don’t deserve you. You deserve the world and so much more. You are perfect Wilbur. And I love you so much.” You said holding onto him tight as he began to walk.

He smiled. “You are my world, darling. And your everything I need and so much more.” He said giving you a kiss on your forehead.

[inadaydream99]

When They See You With Another Guy ~ with The Boyz

Requested by anon

A/N- Hi, thanks for requesting! This has taken ages for me to write but I hope you enjoy! ☺️

Sangyeon

Sangyeon had been minding his own business, walking along the street, when his eyes landed on you stood talking with a guy he’d never seen before

It wasn’t that he was jealous, but he doesn’t like the fact that the wide smile on your face is because of someone other than him

He’s confused… should he go over to you or just keep walking and talk to you about it later???

But he decides it’s best to wait until he has a chance to talk to you properly. Though that doesn’t mean he’s not replaying the scene over in his head all day

You burst into laughter upon hearing Sangyeon’s question. It really does make you feel amused that he’d been so obviously concerned about it all day

“That was my friends boyfriend. We’d just so happened to bump into each other in the street and had a little catch up, that’s all.” You clear things up instantly

Sangyeon’s instantly chuckles, his hand awkwardly scratching his neck until you reach out and hold it, intwining your fingers together

Jacob

Being an incredibly rational person, it’s probably expected that seeing you with another guy wouldn’t bother Jacob much

Except, it really really does…

There’s this underlying protectiveness within him that he only has for his members and his s/o

So when he sees that you are close to another guy, its almost shocking how mad it makes him

Of course, Jacob is mature enough to manage his emotions when in public situations. But the instant you’re alone, it’s a completely different story

“Who was that guy you were talking to earlier?” Jacob controls the conversation, staring you directly in the eyes as a seriousness encompasses you both

“He’s just a friend from work, more of an acquaintance really.” You reassure, placing a gentle hand onto his arm in an attempt to calm his tense posture

“How come you didn’t introduce me then. You always introduce me…” Jacob remains firm, a jealous tinge emerging through his tone

You can tell it’s taking a lot for him to hold his emotions in this moment. Although, his anger isn’t aimed towards you, but your handsome colleague

“Truthfully.” You emit a deep breath. “He’s a huge fan of yours and when I offered to introduce you he said he was too nervous.”

Upon hearing this confession, a huge grin explodes onto Jacob’s face

He’s relieved, the soft laugh you love so much making an appearance as he pulls you into his arms and presses a loving kiss atop your head

Younghoon

Younghoon had been acting off all night, everyone had noticed it, but no one was really sure why he looked so pissed

It wasn’t until you’d managed to get him alone that you were able to fully understand, and honestly, you weren’t too impressed by his reason

“So I’m not allowed to talk to any guys.” You defensively sass, arms folded across your chest to close yourself off from your childish boyfriend

“No, I’m not saying that. I just don’t like it when guys get to friendly with you.” Younghoon grumbles moodily

“So you don’t trust me, that’s what you’re saying?” You sarcastically laugh, it’s really hard to believe he’s acting this way over such an insignificant thing

The ‘thing’ in question isn’t insignificant to Younghoon, however. Especially when you seemed so much happier hanging out with your guy friend than him

“Of course I trust you, it’s just him I don’t trust!” Younghoon completely looses his cool, throwing his arms up in frustration

Hearing his blatant jealousy leaves you at a loss for words, so you simply shake your head in disappointment, walking away from Younghoon before one of you says something you’ll regret

Hyunjae

He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you laughing at the guys words… was he really that funny?

Jaehyun isn’t sure, after all, he’s not a part of the conversation

His bottom lip instantly juts out into a pout as he continues to watch your interaction. I mean, what did he do for you to treat him like this?

“What’s the sulky face for?” You chuckle as soon as you approach him, unaware of how upset you’ve made him

“Your friend seems like a funny guy.” He avoids your question, taking a sip of his drink to take away the sour taste left in his mouth

You raise your brows at your boyfriends words. It’s not your fault he’s jealous, but either way, you aren’t about to stir up an argument

“I mean, I’ve met funnier…” you trail off, failing to hide the teasing smirk that twinges at the corner of your lips

“Like who?” Hyunjae’s eyes go wide at your statement, he’d clearly missed what you were insinuating

“You’re so cute.” Is all you respond with, chuckling in amusement at how he’s being so endearingly obvious with his emotions

And it seems as though it does the trick, Hyunjae finally smiling once again as you enjoy each others company

Juyeon

Juyeon doesn’t want to make something out of nothing, but when you spend the morning rushing around getting ready instead of paying attention to him, it hurts him a little

Instead of verbalising his emotions, he decides to catch your attention in another way

Purposefully strolling out of your room and into the living space of your apartment in only his pants, Juyeon stretches his arms out and rolls his head back, sighing loudly to catch your attention

“Ju, have you seen my phone?” You whiz past him without a second glance

“It’s right here, on the table.” He calls out, lounging back onto the sofa as casually as he can (except it’s in no way casual)

“Thank y-” your words cut off as soon as you take him in, mouth agape as your mind goes empty of all thoughts, well except one…

“Have a nice time today and I’ll see you for dinner.” Juyeon beams at you.

However desperately he wants to make you decide to stay with him instead of meeting your guy friend, he would never admit it out loud

“Can I have a kiss goodbye?” You timidly ask, almost as if you haven’t asked him that before

Juyeon snickers as he stands up and pulls you into him, one hand falling delicately onto your waist and the other caressing your cheek

You complain when he only leaves a simple peck on your lips, eager for more

Juyeon’s just happy to know you are no longer in a rush to leave, and that’s enough to make him feel content for the rest of the day until you come back home to him

Kevin

Kevin wouldn’t really mind seeing you hanging out with guy friends, just as long as you are open with him about it

He’s not the type to get jealous often, and even then it’s only to tease you

“You know, we haven’t spend much time together lately.” He pouts after hearing that you’re heading out to see a male friend of yours

It’s the first day in a long time that Kevin has some time off and he was really hoping you would be around to share it with him

“Don’t make me feel worse about it, I’ve had this arranged for ages…” you sigh, accepting his hand as you take a moment to come up with a compromise

“You know you could just make it clear that you’re gonna hang out with your boyfriend.” Kevin softly suggests, his tone insinuating the slight bitterness he’s been trying to cover up

“Kevin…” you whine.

His laughter only makes you roll your eyes as you realise he’s been messing with you. So you playfully shove him away when he attempts to pull you into a hug

Chanhee

Is Chanhee bothered to see you spending so much time with another guy at the company party? On the outside it’s a firm no, but inside he’s not pleased

It’s not your fault that you’d made friends with the staff, and that the closest friend was a male staff

Honestly, every part of Chanhee wants to sassily stroll over to you and your friend and make it very clear that you have a boyfriend

But he’s hesitant, it’s really taken a blow to his confidence…

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” You perch on the chair beside your solemn looking boyfriend. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m… just feeling a little under the weather.” Chanhee fibs. He doesn’t like lying to you, but deep down he knows he’d feel much worst making you feel bad for spending time with friends

“Do you want to go home?” You offer, a soft smile on your face to reciprocate your boyfriends when he nods, accepting your hand and intertwining your fingers together as you make your way out of the party

Changmin

You feel an arm wrap around your waist, tugging you closer into the person beside you, a light gasp escaping your lips from the unexpected presence of your boyfriend

Changmin’s eyes are fiercely trained on the guy stood opposite you, baring his gritted teeth as he boldly interrupts your conversation

“…this is my boyfriend Changmin…” you hesitate, introducing him in a feeble attempt to break the tense silence

“And who are you?” Changmin spits, impatience radiating off of him as the stranger takes a second to comprehend the simple question

“Minnie-” Changmin’s head snaps to you, your sentence falling short just from his enraged stare

“I asked him. Who. Are. You.” His tone is sharp, making it evermore clear that he needs an answer instantly.

“I’m (Y/N)’s cousin.”

“Oh.” Changmin’s shoulders slump… he feels stupid

And that’s when you take the opportunity to apologise to your cousin on Changmin’s behalf, before excusing you both

“I’m so sorry-” Changmin’s doe eyes plead at you. “I just get too ahead of myself sometimes.”

“It’s ok, you didn’t mean any harm.” You comfort, accepting the fact that Changmin is just very territorial over you

And later on, Changmin makes the effort to make amends with your cousin himself

Haknyeon

One thing that Haknyeon absolutely adores is the way you look at him as though he’s the only person you see, your eyes glimmering with complete admiration at anything and everything he does

So when he thinks that you are giving another guy a very similar look, it makes him feel a way he’s never felt before

“Yeah, I know what I saw. Don’t be stupid.” Haknyeon continues to walk away from you, his tone cold as he refuses to even spare you a glance

“But I really don’t know what I’ve done?” You chase after him, finally catching up when he has to stop to unlock the front door

“Oh come on! You were practically undressing him with your eyes!” He finally turns to you, waiting for you to come back at him with a defensive comment

Except you don’t, you just gawk at him in disbelief

“If you really believe that I’d even flirt with the idea of having eyes for anyone other than you, then why are we together?” You break the silence, your voice barely audible but leaving an echo in Haknyeon’s mind as he speechlessly watches you walk away

Sunwoo

He acts on his emotions first, rationality coming in second

So when he sees you with a guy he’d never encountered before, he feels hurt and betrayed

“I don’t get it Sunwoo, why are you so mad at me?” You frustratedly brush your hand through your hair, repeating the question for the thousandth time that evening

Sunwoo simply continues to ignore you, choosing to focus all his attention onto the tv as he grabs the remote and it flicks onto some random channel

His frown deepens when you move to block his view of the tv, pleading at him as best as you can

“Instead of annoying me why don’t you go back to that guy you were falling all over earlier.” Sunwoo finally speaks, his harsh tone and bitter words making your mouth go dry, chest tight as you feel your heart sink to your stomach. Is this really what he thinks?

“Sorry what?” You question back, finding it hard to believe you’ve heard him correctly

Seeing the pure horror on your face from his accusation makes Sunwoo feel instant regret

“That was my best friends brother, you know the one I’ve known since I was a baby?” You defensively explain

You watch as Sunwoo’s eyes widen in realisation, his face morphing through multiple emotions before it finally fixes into one of shame

“I’m so sorry (Y/N). How could I have been so stupid.” He stands from the sofa, closing the distance that had been created between you during your disagreement

He watches cautiously as his hand reaches out to take yours, letting out a breath of relief when you don’t resist as he intertwines your fingers together

“It’s ok, it’s and easy misunderstanding.” You meekly smile at him. “Just ask me next time, instead of getting all jealous about it.”

“I promise.” You chuckle as Sunwoo rolls his eyes, before pulling you into his embrace

Eric

“(Y/N), there you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Eric playfully scolds you through a wide smile, his heart filling with pride when you giggle at him

He’d wanted to seem casual in his approach to you, fully intending on making it known to your colleague that you are happily taken

“Nice to see you again Eric.” Your colleague nods, holding his hand out for Eric to shake, which Eric begrudgingly accepts

You don’t notice the forced smiles between the two, staying civil for the sake of appearances even though they both share the same distaste for one another

“You too.” Eric mumbles, turning his attention onto you, the sole reason for his endurance of being accommodating towards such an unpleasant guy (in his opinion anyway)

“We really should get going now, it’s already past when we agreed we should leave.” Eric affectionately reminds you, leaning down to press a light kiss to your forehead in the process

“You could stay with me if you don’t want to leave yet. I’ll take care of you.” Your colleague speaks up the second you let out a light “oh” in realisation of the time

This proposition, however, makes Eric tense instantly, which doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Actually I’m ready to go, just need to say goodbye to my boss.” You delicately place your hand on Eric’s arm as a way of comfort, before slipping away to say your goodbyes

Eric simply sends a taunting smirk towards your colleague, his look speaking a thousand words, before sauntering away

[redhoodieone]

You’re so Lucky!

A/N: Hey y’all! Here’s another sexy story that was a request from the amazing @jasontoddslut! Enjoy my peeps!

Warnings: Language, Bad Relationship with Ex-Boyfriend, Smut, Voyeurism, and Jason’s Goddamn Dirty Mouth!!!!!

It was bound to happen. She couldn’t deny this was going to happen sooner rather than later. If she believed they that they could get through their issues and be happy like they once were, then she’s a real fucking idiot.

Gabi still couldn’t believe it though. One minute she was trying to calm Bobby down and the next, he’s screaming at her and telling her to get the fuck out of his apartment. He was in a bad mood to begin with. He’s a mechanic and he’s always tired when he gets home. He was expecting dinner to be ready and maybe have his loving girlfriend of three years rub his back since his shoulder pain is getting worse.

But no. Gabi made the mistake of asking Bobby where he was tonight as soon as he got home.

What set him off was her telling him to calm down. She should have known though.

You should NEVER. EVER. Tell an easily angry guy to calm down.

Because that’s like telling fire to not burn people. Or telling a baby to not cry.

She should have known better though. It’s no surprise Bobby’s into some serious shady shit that the low life Gothamites meet up sometimes at night in casinos or nightclubs. She knows they do illegal shit like selling drugs, ordering weapons from other countries, and maybe even kidnapping young women and children.

And Bobby had participated in the ordering weapons category.

How Gabi found out is another story: she knows for damn sure that Bobby once brought home fifteen state of the art total militia AK-47 guns. Bobby had foolishly asked Gabi to go get some important documents from his huge safe; totally forgetting the weapons were in there about five months prior.

Why would a normal mechanic need such weapons?

Gabi had decided to never bring it up. Bobby would either deny or lie about it. His temper had been getting worse right about then and she knew better.

But he wasn’t always like this. Oh, no. Bobby was a funny, laid back, and loving type who worshipped the ground Gabi walked on before they even started dating. But after two years of living with each other, things changed.

Simple as that. Things changed.

Gabi always wondered how things could just...change. So easily. The fact that it could happen in the blink of an eye frightens her sometimes.

Just like Bobby’s hidden anger. She never knew a hilarious and sweet guy could have the rage of a bull.

Bobby never hit her though. He always made sure to slam his fist against the wall beside her head, though. He was the type to yell and belittle Gabi as if she was a little girl.

But she wasn’t a little girl. She was a 23-year-old woman who moved in with her boyfriend so fast that she began to understand why her parents and friends disapproved of her choices and relationship.

I just had to learn the hard way, Gabi thought to herself.

She doesn’t know why she’s trying to think of sayings that relate to this experience. The point is, Gabi knows she seriously fucked. With Bobby only giving her ten minutes to pack whatever truly mattered to her, she had to hurry the fuck up.

The moment she made it outside the apartment building, all Gabi could do is replay her questions that she asked Bobby.

Where were you tonight?

Were you with someone?

What did you do?

Why can’t you tell me what you did?

Are you hiding something from me?

Are you getting into dangerous things?

No wonder Bobby kicked her out. Gabi should have never put her nose in his business. And now, she’s practically homeless. She knows it would be embarrassing as hell to go back to her parents’ house because of what they told her before getting involved with Bobby. She also knows her friends would treat her horribly, with the “I told you so” stares and lectures. Gabi was certainly running out of options just as the rain began to fall.

There was one person she could go to, who would never turn her away.

However, Gabi hasn’t spoken to this person in about a year because of her relationship with Bobby as well as this person’s own relationship with their significant other.

But Gabi knew Y/N was a good person, a good friend. She was a sweet person, with a big warm heart and she would never turn her away.

With nowhere else to go, Gabi walked alone in the rain all the way down to high class side of Gotham.

By the time Gabi gets to the high-class penthouses, she has to call Y/N to let her inside. Of course, Y/N excitedly tells her to come up, and Gabi immediately starts to feel somehow relieved that Y/N hasn’t changed at all.

As Gabi finally makes it to the correct floor, she sees Y/N waiting by the door, where Gabi assumes is where Y/N lives. Y/N is wearing a red and black flannel pajama pants and a thin black tank top. Gabi also notices Y/N’s barefoot, and her hair’s in a messy bun.

She must have just woken up. I’m so sorry, Y/N, Gabi thinks to herself.

But none of that matters when Y/N meets Gabi halfway in the hall where they collide in a tight, warm-hearted embrace.  Y/N smells like a woodsy, musky cologne, most likely from whoever she’s seeing with now. Maybe they were snuggling up against with each other until Gabi had called and asked if she could come over.

“Come inside. You must be freezing!” Y/N says, releasing Gabi from her hug and pulling her arm towards the front door.

Gabi follows on shaky legs, completely overwhelmed by seeing her longtime best friend. Y/N giggles and leads Gabi inside the penthouse. Gabi instantly is hit by the aroma of vanilla and musk, the smell of intimacy and seduction.  Her eyes take in the red and black walls and décor, some exquisite art pieces, and the big space that is more comfortable and warmer than most homes she’s ever seen.

“Welcome, mi casa es tu casa! Seriously Gabi, babe, make yourself at home. There’s absolutely no rush to leave. You leave when you’re ready, okay?” Y/N says seriously.

“Are you absolutely sure? I really don’t want to impose or put you and your boyfriend out,” Gabi confesses.

Y/N leads Gabi to the long, cherry red couch that is facing a huge flat screen TV. Gabi sets down her duffle bag and takes a seat next to Y/N on the couch.

“Don’t be ridiculous! Jay and I insist you stay here until you figure out what you want to do, okay?” Y/N says, before she turns around to get comfortable to face Gabi.

A vanilla candle is lit on the coffee table. Gabi’s cheeks flush in embarrassment. “I didn’t...interrupt something, did I?”

“Oh, no, you didn’t! I was just setting the mood in the living room to be more...comfy,” Y/N admits, with a chuckle. “Jason just got home a few minutes ago and is taking a shower. He should be done by now.”

As if on cue, they hear someone walking down the hall and towards the living room. He stops near the couch. There in all his glory, well half-naked glory, stands Jason Todd, God’s greatest creation of man...at least that’s what both girls were thinking.

“Gabi, this is Jason, my boyfriend,” Y/N proudly introduces Jason to Gabi. “Jay, this is Gabi, my best friend in the whole wide world.”

Still dripping wet and fresh out of the shower, Jason at least has a white towel wrapped around his waist; hiding his goods that Gabi wanted to see so desperately. He’s really tall, must be 6’2 or something close to that. She takes note that Jason is all man: there’s absolutely nothing that screams “boy”. Gabi inhales hard when she watches his large hand run through his soaked dark hair. The other hand holds the towel tightly around his hips.

“Hi,” Jason smirks at Gabi. She notices his eyes are green, almost like emeralds. He smiles at her, even his white teeth are perfect. “So, you’re Gabi. Y/N’s told me a lot about you.”

“She-she has?” Gabi chokes out. Why is it so hot in here? Why can’t she speak?

Her eyes zero in on the droplets of water running down his strong as fuck built chiseled chest and perfectly sculpted abs that she really wants to lick and bite his skin.

Holy fuck...

Gabi scolds herself for thinking such inappropriate thoughts about her best friend’s boyfriend. Even though Gabi’s never fantasized Bobby this kind of way, she realizes Y/N’s lucked out. Bobby wasn’t in shape or even remotely attractive like Jason.

“Of course, she has. You’re one of her best friends, and I’m happy to finally meet you. I would go over there to shake your hand and properly greet you, but I’m uh...not exactly dressed yet,” Jason chuckles, and almost seems shy now. “I’m gonna go get dressed real quick so we can talk.”

You don’t have to. You can stay the way you are. You can even drop the towel, Gabi thinks improperly.

Y/N smiles softly at Jason as they watch him leave. True to his word, Jason returned in a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt and took a seat next to Y/N. Throughout their comfortable and pleasant conversation, Gabi truly sees the way Jason cares about her best friend. Midway through their talk about what happened to Bobby, Jason clearly was paying attention and rubbed caressed Y/N’s thigh when Gabi recounted the latest scary fight with Bobby. Whenever Y/N looked shocked or worried, Jason made sure to calm her down through touches, forehead kisses, and whispers words along the lines of love, probably.

It almost makes Gabi jealous. Y/N’s life is clearly so much better than what Gabi had going on for herself. Jason seems like the perfect gentleman; always does and says the right thing. Gabi’s never seen a man pay so much attention to a woman before. Not only did he offer Gabi his advice and opinions on getting a better and more affordable apartment on their street, but Jason even voiced his hatred for Bobby, and even went on to criticize the man for treating women so poorly. He even made a joke about finding the man and breaking his legs; making Gabi and Y/N laugh their asses off and making the energy around them fun again.

But for some reason, Gabi couldn’t help but notice that Jason wasn’t laughing as hard as she and Y/N were. It almost seemed like Jason was serious about breaking Bobby’s legs, but Jason wouldn’t do that. She was sure of it.

He wouldn’t, would he?

By the time midnight came, the three of them stood up and decided to go to bed. Jason even surprised Gabi by giving her a hug and telling her that she can stay in their guest bedroom for however long as she wants and needs.

“I’m serious, kid. Don’t even worry about it. You mean so much to Y/N, and so therefore, you mean a lot to me, too,” Jason had said as he pulled back from their hug.

Gabi was speechless to say the least. She didn’t want the hug to end. He felt so good in her arms and he smelled so fucking good.

But it was bedtime now, and once Y/N and Jason had shown Gabi the guest bedroom, they went off to bed to let Gabi get comfortable. It wasn’t long for Gabi to quickly clean herself up and put on some plain pajama shorts with a tank top. As soon as she turned off the light, she was amazed by how big and comfortable the bed was. She figured it must be new and is probably the first person to sleep in here. In just a few minutes, exhaustion took over and Gabi fell into a deep sleep.

Her throat was dry. That’s what awoke Gabi at two in the morning and made her climb out of bed and go search for a bottle of water. She made sure to tiptoe out of the room and walk slowly and quietly to the kitchen.

As soon as Gabi made it to the end of the hallway, she stops dead in her tracks when she hears moaning. A woman moaning.

Her mind registers that it’s Y/N moaning. But why is she moaning in the living room?

Curiosity forces Gabi to peek out into the living room and see what’s going on, despite the logical part in her mind is screaming at her to have some respect for her best friend and her boyfriend.

But being a pervert outweighs being a prude.

Gabi is utterly shocked to her core when she sees her best friend straddling Jason’s lap. On the red couch where they sat a couple of hours ago, Gabi sees Y/N and Jason making out heavily. She couldn’t unsee it; she wants to keep watching them.

Gabi even sees the vanilla candle is lit again, after Jason had blown it out before they all went to bed.

But all Gabi could see is Jason’s fingertips digging hard into Y/N’s exposed flesh from where her tank top is pushed up above her bare tits. Y/N shamelessly moans in between the evident delicious kisses, and grinds against Jason’s apparent bulge.

Gabi quickly notices an isolated leather recliner that’s against the wall near the hallway. She throws herself down, sinks into the chair and watches the practically live porno show in front of her.

Jason pulls back from the deep kiss, revealing his red, swollen lips from where Y/N’s been biting and sucking since the beginning. He rests his head back against the couch and looks up with hazy, lustful eyes as Y/N grins down at him. She bites her bottom lip and pulls up her tank top, removing her top completely from her body.  

“Fuck...what the hell are you doing to me, sweetheart?” Jason asks breathlessly. He runs his hands up Y/N’s back and moves them to her front where he reaches for both her tits.

“I’m slowly...and softly killing you,” Y/N says, closing her eyes and moans when Jason gently grabs both her tits in his hands; her breasts fill his hands perfectly.

“I’d say...” he says, before sighing contently when switches from pinching her nipples to squeezing her tits before he sits up straighter and pulls Y/N’s body closer to lick and suck her sensitive nipples.

“Oh, fuck...oh Jay...feels so good,” Y/N moans louder than before. She whimpers and continues to rub herself against him. “I need to cum...please make me cum, Jay...”

Jason pulls back from her chest and gazes into Y/N’s eyes. “You wanna cum, doll? Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes, please...I need you so bad!”

“No, I don’t think you need to cum,” Jason teases, before he pulls off his own t-shirt. “Now, I’m going to take off the rest of your clothes, but if you touch your pussy, I ain’t going to fuck you.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Y/N snaps. Her cheeks are flushed from being aroused.

Jason smirks at Y/N’s frustration.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, sweetheart. I’m going to check how wet you are,” Jason explains, as he raises Y/N off his lap to pull down her pajama pants and panties; leaving her completely bare on his lap. “If you’re soaking wet, then I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be feeling me for days. But if I have to make you wet, then that means I get to do whatever I want to this pussy.”

“But-”

Jason runs his hand up Y/N’s thigh until his fingers glide over her bare pussy. His fingers gently push inside her, he can feel the wetness, but wants to see it for himself.

“Stand up and put your pussy in my face,” he demands.

“What?”

“I want to taste your delicious pussy right now. Don’t make me get up and literally put you on my shoulders to eat you out,” Jason threatens.

Y/N slowly moves to stand up carefully on the couch. Her legs are shaking, but Jason quickly grabs her to hold her steady. He doesn’t waste any time, and he dives into her pussy as if he’s a starving man.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N cries out.

Jason’s tongue on her clit is what she wants the most right now. He squeezes her thigh and flicks his tongue side to side until Y/N fears she’s either going to fall back or fall over him.

Y/N notices one of Jason’s pull up bars is above her. How convenient.

She grabs a hold of the bar to hold herself up just as he decides to slip a finger inside her. Holding herself up allows him to remove a hand from her thigh. He takes the opportunity to slip another finger inside and pumps them in and out fast.

Y/N’s body trembles when Jason curls his fingers and strokes the sensitive wall that he’s mastered so well. He can tell she’s close. She must have been excited earlier when they planned to stay in last minute. He manages to look up at her and he can see she’s barely holding on.

“You’re so close aren’t you, babe? You taste so fucking good that I want you to cum on my face. I want you to be my dirty girl tonight,” Jason says as he finger-fucks her harder and faster than before. “Are you going to be my dirty girl tonight?

“Yes! Fuck yes! Just-just make me cum, please!” Y/N cries out desperately, needing the push that Jason could only give her.

“You are my dirty girl. You love it when I make you cum with just my fingers and mouth. But I bet you want my cock right after, huh?” Jason asks, chuckling darkly when Y/N’s eyes roll back when he speeds up his fingers inside her. “You wanna ride me, don’t you?”

“Yes-yes I do...” she’s panting now.

“Okay, I want you to cum in my face and then quickly get on my lap and ride me. Fast, slow, hard, whatever, you pick. I just want to feel your warm, tight pussy around my dick, okay?” Jason says, quickly shoving his sweatpants and boxers down to his feet. “Fuck...give me your pretty, tasty pussy, sweetheart!”

And then Jason finally gives in. He pulls both her thighs to bring her pussy to his face. Y/N whimpers when he licks all around her wetness, and he hums in approval when he feels her hand stroking his scalp and pulling his hair, while she continues holding herself up with only one hand now.

The vibration from his humming helps her reach her release. He continues to thrust his fingers inside her and sucks her clit until she gushes in his face.

Y/N manages to silent most of her orgasm, but it didn’t help when Jason continued to lick and suck at her clit to swallow most of her juices. Once her body relaxes, she lets go of the pull up bar and drops down to the couch. Y/N quickly straddles Jason’s lap until her pussy is hovering above his hard cock.

“Spit on my cock, doll. Get it nice and wet,” Jason says, as he watches Y/N spit in her hand and stroke his thick cock until he’s nice and ready for her. “How are you going to ride me, sweetheart?”

Y/N slowly looks up into Jason’s dilated, misty eyes. “Deep. Hard. And fast,” she says.

Jason swallows hard but is able to quickly smirk up at Y/N before she takes full control. “Then ride me, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on my cock like the dirty girl you really are.”

Y/N finally lowers herself onto Jason’s cock, all logic and common sense flies out the window. Whenever his cock was deep inside her, they both tend to lose themselves and the world around them. Because whenever they were connected emotionally and physically in their bubble, nothing else fucking matters in the world.

When Jason fills her up completely, they both release a content sigh. They usually take their time in the beginning, mostly because of their fears whenever Jason leaves to work as Red Hood. But since they’re both so horny and want to cum sooner, they’ll have to just take their time during round two.

“Fuck me, sweetheart. Fuck yourself silly on my dick,” Jason moans, but he and Y/N laugh at the “silly” part, when he realizes that’s not very sexy.

But Y/N understands and slowly lifts herself up his lap until just the tip of Jason’s cock is inside her. She keeps a steady pace, lifting herself and lowering herself, until their rhythm flows. Within seconds, Jason helps her by holding her hips tightly and thrusting his hips in time with hers.

“Your cock is so big inside me, Jay. You fill me up so good,” Y/N moans and rides him a little faster; wanting the head of his cock to rub hard and relentlessly against her g-spot. She guides one of his hands off her waist to move towards her pussy, encouraging him to rub her clit. “I wanna cum again, Jay.”

“Yeah? You like ridin’ my big cock, you dirty girl? You want me to fill your pussy with my cum?” Jason asks, watching Y/N’s tits bounce while she rides his cock faster than before. He can’t help himself, he uses a free hand to pinch her nipple and leans in to bite and suck her breasts, until he puts his hand back to her hip to guide her thrusts. “You want me to fill you up with my cum?”

“Yes! Yes, please!” Y/N begs.

“Okay, my dirty girl. I’ll give you what you want.”

Well, Jason knows now that this is going to end fast, but he refuses to let it end without Y/N cumming hard again. He squeezes her hip with one hand and the other hand rubs her clit fast in messy circles. He begins to pull her down to meet his thrusts, fucking her harder and faster with everything he’s got. The squelching sound from his cock fucking up into her wet pussy becomes more noticeable, especially when their skin-on-skin slapping gets louder and harsher that echoes in the living room.

“Fuck...Y/N, you’re getting so tight. You feel so fucking good baby,” Jason pants hard, completely sweating and keeping his fast and erratic pace to get them to their releases. “Fuckin’ cum on my big cock, sweetheart. I wanna feel you cum so bad. Please cum for me, again.”

Y/N keeps her eyes on Jason just as her orgasm hits her hard; she squeezes and gushes around his cock, she calls out his name. Jason thrusts harder in her three more times, as he finally cums hard inside Y/N, calls out her name as quietly as he could. Y/N collapses against Jason’s chest, despite being hot and sweaty, but he doesn’t mind. He wraps both arms around her and holds her while they regain their breaths and can function normal again.

Y/N doesn’t see the loving smile Jason gives her as he kisses her forehead. “I love you,” he whispers, and hugs her tighter.

She looks up at him and smiles. “I love you, too.”

Before Y/N can lie her head against Jason’s chest again, she notices Gabi sitting and watching them. Y/N jumps up and covers her breasts with her arms, causing Jason to jump in panic and turn around to see what’s going on.

“Gabi! What-what the hell are you doing there?!” Y/N cries out in embarrassment. She can feel her cheeks are getting red again.

Gabi slowly gets up from the chair and makes her wave into the kitchen. She finds bottled water in the refrigerator, takes one, and goes back into the living room where Jason and Y/N are still frozen in fear.

“I-I was thirsty,” Gabi answers, even though she knows it sounds like a lame answer. She walks backwards until she reaches the hall. “And-and then I saw you guys, and then I couldn’t stop watching. I’m sorry, Y/N...Jason...”

But before Gabi leaves, she points a finger at Jason and smiles. She even chuckles. “But-but in my defense...he’s really sexy! He’s fucking gorgeous, Y/N, and you’re one lucky bitch! You’re so lucky!”

But Gabi is right about that.

Y/N is lucky...because she has Jason.

[youbloodymadgenius]

Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 2

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello's masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

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Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 2075

Additional note: In Norway, you are of age at 18.

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"... don't start eating until your brother joins us."

As he pushes himself down the large hallway leading to the kitchen, Ivar can hear Lagertha's assertive voice. He knows exactly who she's talking to and his suspicions are confirmed as soon as he enters the room, as a very displeased and apparently famished Hvitserk looks at him with irritation before letting out a muffled, "it's 'bout time."

"Sorry, I must have dozed off." Shrugging, Ivar wheels up to the kitchen table, the smell of pizza tickling his nostrils. He must be hungrier than he thought.

"You look like Hel." Sigurd sneers in greeting.

Ivar, without bothering to look up, just tilts his head and hisses through clenched teeth, "coming from you, dear brother, I take that as a compliment."

He can feel Lagertha's gaze upon him and when he turns his head toward her, she is staring at him, the worry obvious in her eyes.

"I wouldn’t have put it exactly like that but Sigurd isn't wrong." She crosses the room and leans over, her brow furrowed. "You look exhausted, sweetie, what's going on?"

Ivar almost wants to laugh. He looks exhausted? No kidding? Yeah, guess what? That's what two sleepless nights in a row usually do to you. At least that's what they did to him. What you did to him, haunting his nights and even haunting his dreams, waking him up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest, the few times he managed to fall asleep. At least, he'd made up his mind early this morning. Hopefully, now that the decision has been made, he'll sleep better. Saturday night, he'll see you again. His heart is racing at the thought and he inhales deeply, trying to calm down.

Unsurprisingly persistent, Lagertha asks again as she places her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly, "Ivar, are you all right?"

He wishes he could just ignore his stepmom but knows she won't let it rest. Unwilling to admit that he owes his restless nights to a girl - to you - he decides to keep his answer vague. "So-so," he mumbles, slightly rocking his right hand.

"You're in pain? Do you need more meds? I could run to the drugstore really quick."

For once, he doesn't resent Ubbe for his well-meant yet patronizing kindness, nor for the pitying look he gives him. Actually, he silently thanks him for the good diversion. As long as his brothers and Lagertha believe that it's his legs that bother him, keeping him awake, his secret - you - will be safe.

Faking a small, sheepish smile, Ivar shakes his head. "Thanks bro, but that's okay, I have everything I need. Guess I should just double-up the tramadol tonight." He winces for good measure, knowing fully well he won't even need a single dose. The pain in his legs today is barely at four, nothing he can't handle.

Once the meal is almost over – which in plain English means that everyone but Hvitserk has finished eating, but thanks to Lagertha principle 'no one leaves the table until everyone has finished, boys', they're all stuck here – Ivar decides it's time to break the news.

"I'm gonna go to the party."

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, the kitchen falls quiet. Even Hvitserk stops chewing, putting his last slice of pizza back on his plate.

Not knowing what to do with the silence, and feeling a little awkward, Ivar explains further, a hand on his neck, "the midsummer party, I mean. Harald's party."

"We heard you just fine, sweetie." Lagertha is the first to pull herself together, even though the disbelief is clear in her voice. As Ivar looks up, his brothers are staring at him, slack-jawed, bewildered, probably wondering what's got into their baby brother.

"Let me get this straight." With widened eyes, Ubbe starts running both hands through his hair, "you are considering attending Harald's party, right? That's... That's what you said?"

"Yep." Ivar shrugs as if it was no big deal. Who is he kidding? Of course, it is! Attending the party is a fucking huge deal for him. There's no way in Hel he'll admit it, though. Not in front of his brothers. No fucking way!

"I'm not sure I understand..." Ubbe sounds cautious and it infuriates Ivar to no end.

"What part of 'I'm gonna go to the party' don't you get, brother? Huh? Too many big words for you?" He wants to keep going but when Lagertha clears her throat and gives him a stern look, he faintly raises an apologetic hand while muttering under his breath, "okay, okay, I'll stop."

Heaving a sigh, he shrugs once more. "Seriously, you don't all have to look so surprised. I just want to go to Harald's party. It's really not that big of a deal."

"But you never wanted to, sweetie. Why now?" Lagertha's eyes are wide open and there's a frown on her forehead as she crosses her arms.

"Why not?" Ivar can't help but raise his voice. "I'm sixteen, Lagertha! Thought I was entitled to a change of heart. Was I wrong?" Pointing a finger successively at each of his brothers, his free hand grabs his push rim, his knuckles white. "The three of you attend every year, why shouldn't I?" Looking directly at Lagetha once again, he asks in a clipped voice, "You're not going to tell me I can't go, are you?"

"Of course not, sweet–" She begins but Ubbe cuts her off.

"Listen Ivar, no one is saying you shouldn't go, not yet at least. As a matter of fact, no one would be more pleased than I if you were willing to go out more. Playing pool, going to the movies, or just having drinks, you know you're always welcome to come along with us. But..." Ubbe groans, rubbing his hands over his face and Ivar stiffens, grinding his teeth, "Harald's party, really? It's not going to work. You know it takes place on the beach, it's not exactly wheelchair-friendly."

Reluctantly taking his eyes off his slice of pizza, Hvitserk jumps in. "Ivar is our brother, if he wants to go, we find a way. That's it - I'll carry him."

Positively surprised, a small smile playing on his lips, Ivar thanks his brother with a nod, glad – and relieved too, because two are always better than one, right? – that Hvitserk, as so often, backs him up. Of all his brothers, he's the only one who sees him first as a sixteen-year-old and not as a cripple.

Ubbe is having none of it though. "Hvitserk, just stay out of this, okay?" He's practically shouting, chin up and chest out. "You don't have a say! I'm the oldest, not you! I don't think it's a good idea for Ivar to attend Harald's party, period."

Hvitserk furrows his brow and for a short moment, Ivar thinks his brother is going to fight back but eventually he lowers his gaze, defeated, before shoving the whole slice of pizza into his mouth. Ivar knows all too well that his brother, who's not the most tenacious of them, hates confrontation, especially with Ubbe.

Unlike him, Ivar is always ready to pick up a fight, even when it's not worth it, even when he is wrong. Today, though, it's definitely worth it.

His nostrils flaring, he smashes his fist down on the table, his face crumpled with anger. "Who do you think you are, Ubbe? You may be the oldest, but you're not my father, okay? So please, just do me a favor, brother, and read my lips." His voice dripping with sarcasm, his bottom lips quivering, Ivar is absolutely livid, "You. Don't. Have. A. Say. Period."

Ubbe is about to retort, his hands clenched into fists but Lagertha raises a hand, shutting him up. "Boys, boys, boys!" Glancing at Ubbe and then at Ivar, she shakes her head, not exactly thrilled with their outburst. "Now, calm down, both of you. Ubbe, Ivar is right. You may be his big brother, you may be an adult, but you're not his father. I know you mean well but as Ivar's guardian, I have the final say." Turning her head toward Ivar, she cracks him a reassuring smile. "We'll talk about this later, okay? Just the two of us."

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Slamming the door shut, Ivar wheels up right next to his bed and, angling his chair just right, transfers over onto his bed before punching the wall, a roar escaping his lips. Big tears of frustration and anger run down his cheeks as Sigurd's words linger in his mind.

He had been surprised when his less-favorite brother had stayed out of the conversation.

He should have known better.

No sooner had Lagertha, Ubbe and Hvitserk left – she to make a phone call, they to join Margrethe – leaving them to tidy up the kitchen, than Sigurd had lashed out at him with harsh words and eyes full of spite.

"You messed up in the head, huh? It's a fucking beach, Ivar, you do realize your front wheels will get stuck in sand, right? Now tell me, little brother, do you really think we are going to carry your crippled ass around all night? Let me tell you, it's not going to happen! There will be so many better ways for us to spend the night. Girls, you know? Lots of them. Am I going to let you embarrass me and ruin my night? No! Not in a million years. And anyway, why do you even want to go? Get real, Ivar, you don't belong there, you just don't. You're a fucking cripple, a freak, an abnormality. No one wants you there. No one wants to see you. The sooner you accept it the better."

He knows Sigurd was intentionally trying to hurt him. And fuck, he did succeed. Ivar had felt so humiliated that it had brought bile to his throat.

At some point, while Sigurd was spitting his venom, Ivar had grabbed the large knife lying on the table and it took all his self-control not to stab his brother. No doubt his shrink would be proud of him.

Now though in his room, and even if he is boiling with anger, the nagging thought that Sigurd had a point, that he wasn't completely wrong, doesn't leave him. And he can see now that, in his own weird way, Ubbe was trying to protect him. By preventing him from going, his big brother wanted to spare him humiliation, pity, and mockery. Hvitserk, of course, had been willing to help, but let's face it, Sigurd once again was right. Piggy-back riding is not really an option anymore, he is too heavy. Plus, if he's being honest, even if it were still possible, it's the last thing he'd want. The mere thought of you seeing him on Ubbe's or Hvitserk's back makes him nauseous. Which puts him back to square one.

The beach is a problem and a huge one. Wheeling in sand is a no-go. It's just fucking impossible. If he doesn't come up with an idea soon, he's not going to be physically able to attend the party. And that's something he doesn't want to consider.

"I need a fucking genius idea!" He speaks out loud, cracking his knuckles, his eyes squeezed shut.

Fuck.

He just wants to see you. Y/N... Just you. And he won't be able to.

Fuck. Fucking sand! Fucking beach! Fucking legs! Fuck– Stop.

Wait.

What... What did he say?

He needs an idea... A genius idea. Genius. That's it.

A slow smile spreads across his face.

Good thing he knows an authentic genius, right?

Grabbing his phone, he frantically slides his pointer finger on the screen, sighing with relief as he finds the contact he is looking for.

"Hello, Ivar," the man answers after two rings, and his voice brings an even bigger smile to Ivar's lips, "it's very sweet of you to call me."

"Hello to you too, you spindly legged, knock-kneed old fool. There might be something that you can do for me. I want to attend Harald's party. It'll take place on the beach. My brothers won't carry me and I can't really crawl about, can I? I wonder if you could help me, Floki?"

Ivar's godfather lets out a high-pitched chuckle before answering, "I'll figure something out, dear Ivar, I'll figure something out."

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