#he didn't have to laugh while doing it but im glad he did it adds a little je ne sais quoi

[dbphantom]

sometimes i rewatch dressrosa just to appreciate how unhinged sabo gets in this scene

[sturniqlo]

I CANT DO IT ALONE- CHRIS STURN

summary: while mom!y/n stays home with their littles all day, chris doesn't see how tired she is and he puts more pressure on her. BLURB

cw: cursing, ANGST; arguing, crying, exhaustion, FLUFF; kissing, comforting, resolved angst

an: not apart of my positive series | lowkey hate this | lowercase intended

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"daddy!" the littlest child, leslie, runs to the front door when she hears the door opening. "hey, les! how's my little girl?" chris smiles and locks the door behind him before kneeling down to pick up his daughter. "so so happy that you are home!" she squeals, wrapping his arms around his neck tightly. "yeah, i'm happy to be home too." he kisses her cheek.

"where are your siblings?" he refers to his five year old set of twins and his ten month old baby. "uhm- landon is watching a movie, lia is playing in our playroom and layla is sleeping." she says as chris walks them, and steps over some toys, towards the kitchen where he hears y/n shuffling around. "why don't you go get lia while i say hi to mommy." he puts her back on the floor.

"okay!" she nods, her pigtails swaying in the process. "lia! daddy is home!" the three year old goes up the stairs. chris enters the kitchen and sees his y/n preparing the twins' lunch for tomorrow. "hey, baby." he wraps his arms around her waist from behind. "oh, hey you're home." she turns her head and smiles softly at him. a tiredness in her eyes that chris doesn't seem to notice. "how was your day today?" she asks, going back to making the lunches.

"tiring," y/n almost a scoffs. "i had three meetings for future drops and filmed a video with nick and matt." he kisses her neck. "oh, well, i'm glad you're home now." she closes up the small containers. "hey, is it okay if-" she gets cut off by she yelling of leslie. "mom! lia won't give me the princess pjs!" she stomps into the kitchen. "these are mine!" lia comes in behind her, wearing the pink princess pajamas.

"leslie, you have the same exact ones in your closet." y/n says, opening the fridges and putting the lunches away. "no i don't! mine are dirty!" her lip quivers. "you didn't do the laundry today?" chris says, leaning against the island counter. "no, i had to go grocery shopping, clean the kitchen, our bathrooms, and i just washed everyone's bed sheets." she says, the girls still arguing.

"i'm sure you still had some extra time to do a load or two." he adds on. "no, chris. i had to take care of layla, she's still sick." she sighs, cleaning up a spill of juice from earlier. "hey, mom. can i stay up late and watch toy story 2?" landon comes in. "no landon, you have preschool tomorrow." y/n says for the third time today, he had asked her that earlier. "dad?" landon looks to chris. "of course you can, bud." he ruffles the boys' hair. "you're the best! see mom, dad lets me."

"chris, he has to wake up early tomorrow, he can't stay up late. it's almost time for bed." she looks at chris. "c'mon, just for today." y/n shakes her head. "no. kids, go brush your teeth." chris rolls his eyes at her stubbornness. "why are you being so strict?" he asks. "im not." she practically laughs. "just let landon stay up, tomorrow is friday anyway."

"exactly, he can stay up late tomorrow." she leaves the kitchen and chris follows. she walks into laylas bedroom and checks in on her. she had gotten sick two days ago. "oh my gosh!" chris whispers. "what?" she says. "i forgot to get the medicine for her yesterday." y/n shakes her head. "it's okay, i bought it today." y/n grabs a tissue from the changing table and cleans the snot from layla. "i'm sorry." he says. "it's okay, it happened already." she throws the tissue away and exits the room.

"did i do something? why are you mad." chris continues to follow her back downstairs. "stop it, chris!" she abruptly stops and turns to face him. chris stands there in shock at her sudden outburst. "just stop! i've had the most tiring days- weeks of my life! and you're here saying that you've had a tiring day all because of three meetings and filming video?"

before chris could say anything back, one of the kids upstairs called for y/n. "mom! she spit on me!" y/n sighed and turned back around going back up the stairs to resolve whatever was going on. chris decided to go back into the kitchen and look for the dinner y/n had mentioned earlier.

chris ate dinner alone while y/n was upstairs putting the kids to sleep. he cleaned his used dishes before going upstairs to his bedroom. "wanna tell me what that was all about?" he said when he saw y/n putting on the bedsheets she had washed. "lia had spat on landon." she said. chris shook his head. "not that, i'm talking about what you had said earlier." he walked closer and picked up a pillow along with a clean pillow cover.

"i don't want to talk about it." she mumbled, going back to putting on the bedsheet. "why not, there's clearly something bothering you." he pushes on. "you want to know what's bothering me chris?" she pauses. "i feel like i'm raising these kids all by myself. you're never home! you leave before the twins wake up for school, and you don't return until they're going to bed! on the weekends it's the same!"

"i'm working, you know that." chris says sternly. "i understand that, chris. but does it hurt to take at least one day off? just one day to spend time with them? just one weekend?" she runs a hand though her hair, frustrated. "do you not understand that i'm working my ass off for us! for our kids! for their futures!"

"i know that chris, but you have the privilege to choose to work from home- to stay home and you don't use it!" chris rolls his eyes. "you have the most easiest job in the world, you just watch the kids play, feed them and change laylas diapers!" he raises his voice.

"you're kidding right?!" she scoffs. "you think taking care of four kids alone is easy? i make them breakfast, i take the twins to school, i have to buckle all four of them in the car even with two of them are crying, i have to give a toddler and a baby my attention at the same time, i teach les basic things, i have to clean the whole house, i do the laundry, i cook, i take the trash out, i change diapers, i pick the twins up from school, i help the twins with their homework, i shower all four, i get them ready for bed, i break up arguments, i deal with their tantrums. im tired chris. i have no time for myself."

"i love those kids with all of my heart, but you promised me, chris. you promised me that we would raise them together! it seems like i'm raising them all by myself. and i understand that you're providing financially for us- for them, but i need your help in a non-financial way." she feels tears racing down her face. she didn't even know she was crying.

"y/n.." chris had never realized she was feeling like this. he felt bad, he hated that he never saw this. she was right, he was always there, but never there. he doesn't remember the last time he actually sat down with his children and played with them. "i- i don't know if you actually care about what i just said, but ive kept it in for so long i thought i'd let you know how i feel." with that, she turns around and walks to their bathroom and shuts the door.

chris sighs and runs a hand through his hair, taking it all in. "mom!" he hears one of his kids yell for their mom. without hesitation, he sits up and goes to who was yelling. "layla? you okay?" he sees that her door was the only one cracked open. "daddy?" she whispers. "it's me, why're you crying, sweetheart?" he takes a seat on her small bed when he sees her cheeks are damp with tears. "i- why are you and mommy yelling at each other?"

chris' heart breaks when he hears that his daughter heard them arguing. "we just- we had a little argument- just like you and your siblings have sometimes. but, everything is okay. i promise." the little girl smiles at the reassurance. "oh, okay."

"would you like me to take you and your brother to school tomorrow?" he says after he had been laying with her for sometime. "really?" she gasps. "of course!" he says. "will we pass for donuts? mommy always takes us every friday to get donuts for breakfast." she plays with the hem of his shirt. "we can, does mommy get a donut for herself?" she nods. "mhm, she likes the strawberry sprinkles, she told us you bought one for her on her birthday a long time ago." chris laughs at the exaggeration. "wasn't that long ago, just seven years ago."

chris recalls the time when they had just started dating, it was her birthday and he bought her a strawberry frosted donut with sprinkles and stuck a candle on it. "that's so far ago." she giggles.

he had stayed with her until she fell back asleep again. quietly, he exited the room and gently shut the door behind him. chris headed back to his bedroom where the soft glow of the lamp lit up the room. "babe, are you sleeping?" he says, closing the door and walks over to the bed where y/n is currently laying down. "no." she says and sits up on her shoulder. her hair a bit damp, chris knew she never liked to fully dry her hair with the blow dryer. "can we talk? i don't want to argue, i hate arguing." he tosses his shoes off and situates himself next to her.

"okay." she grabs her glasses off of the side table since she doesn't have her contacts in. they sit in silence for a bit until chris decides to talk first. "'m sorry you've been feeling this way. and- and i cant believe i didn't take notice. i mean everything was right in front of me. i'm never home, you're always alone with the kids, you're constantly tired. i- i'm so sorry, babe. i never meant to make you feel like this- to put you through this."

"it's- it's okay chris. i know you've been so busy with the new drop and everything. but, i just want to let you now that i'm not asking you to drop everything and stay home with us forever, just asking you to take a few days off during the week. i miss you, the kids miss you." chris wraps his arm around y/n and pulls her into his chest.

"'m sorry, 'm so sorry. i'll stay home until wednesday, when i have to film, how's that sound, hm?" he presses a kiss to her forehead. "really?" she looks up at him. "of course, anything for you." he says and lays them both down. "chris!" she squeals.

"let me love on my wife!" he kisses her neck up to her lips. "how about i take you out on saturday night? we take the kids to matt and nicks house. and we go to a nice restaurant and come back here for the night?" he pecks her lips. "i would love that." she hums, kissing him back. they lie together on the bed for a while until y/n speaks up.

"as much as i love being like this, you know i hate outside clothes on the bed." she tugs on his shirt. "i knew i couldn't get away with it." he sighs and kisses her lips before getting up. "i'll be in the shower, choose a movie for when i get out."

[onriyuview]

can you do what p1h reaction would be if they heard their partner singing while they were taking a shower/bath? thank youu

how p1harmony would react to hearing their partner sing in the shower

keeho: it would take him a moment to process what he's hearing from the bathroom. once he realizes what he's hearing is your singing on top of your phone blasting music, he would smile to himself, fighting the urge to join you but he'd give in anyway. you'd be so flustered if he just barged in the bathroom that you'd start laughing. "why did you stop singing? keep going!" he'd encourage you. "keeho i'm showering get out!!!" you'd flick water at him in embarrassment to get him away from you, but you'd both just be laughing so much at how ridiculous this situation is. "okay fine, but i want to hear this more often," he insists. you're rolling your eyes at him, shooing him out of the bathroom. he would obey and close the door behind him, but he's definitely pressing his ear against the wood just to hear you sing some more.

theo: he wouldn't bother you in the middle of it, but he'd definitely take note when he heard you singing from your shared bathroom. he'd be on the bed scrolling on his phone and once you walk into the bedroom, towel in hand scrunching at your wet hair, he'd be humming what you were just singing. your ears would perk up, but you wouldn't say anything until he did. you were pretty shy about singing, especially in front of him, and he'd use that to tease you about it too. "well aren't you a big fan of [insert artist here]?" your cheeks would flush red so fast. he could hear you singing?? he's smiling at you while reaching his arms out for you to step into and you'd instantly bury your face in his neck out of embarrassment. "you sounded great, honey," he'd compliment you, finding you absolutely adorable for getting so shy about it.

jiung: oh he'd absolutely melt if you were singing all alone in the bathroom. everyone knows that's where the best acoustics are so he's just glad you're comfortable enough to not care what he thinks about your singing. would sneakily audio record your singing and keep it as a special memento for himself. he wouldn't even tell you that he heard you sing, not wanting to draw unwanted attention knowing you might be shy about it. although he contradicts himself by ending up using it in the background of a birthday post for you. once you recognized the voice as yourself (and not some other girl) you're launching at him, squealing about how embarrassing it is for so many people to hear you in a vulnerable state. he would just laugh at you and kiss you in reassurance. "i love hearing you sing, silly," he'd say between smooches at your face. "but i'm sorry, i'll keep them private from now on," he adds. "just for me to hear, okay?" you nod in agreement. "thank you, ji."

intak: big BIG sweetheart about it. would looove hearing you sing and would shower you in compliments nonstop. "baby, you need to sing more," he's pouting at you while holding you in his arms. "what do you mean?" you ask, unaware and shocked that he had heard you having a concert in the bathroom half an hour prior. "i heard you singing earlier and you sounded so pretty," he's smiling at you before pressing kisses all over your face. "i didn't know you heard me," you muttered, cheeks puffing out in embarrassment. he'd hold your face with both of his hands as he smothers you in pecks. "i did and i wish i could hear you sing more often," he flashes a toothy smile, big round puppy eyes sparkling up at you. how could you resist his request when he was that cute? "whatever you say, handsome," you smile back, unable to deny him.

a/n: this is such a cute request thank you for sending this in! and shoutout to @jiungsdaisy for helping me out with this bc im rusty with writing fluff 😭

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

Ok but, but—if Telemachus mistakenly believes his dad and Poseidon to be friends and Odysseus and Poseidon are forced to hang out because of him, would the lines between pretend and not pretend blur after several years? Like would they eventually start having at least a little fun with each other and then later be absolutely horrified by that (especially Poseidon, bc what is this, his hatred is no longer as all consuming as it used to be?? Who authorized that??)

And eventually Odysseus just goes "Yk that offer to learn forgiveness still stands" while wearing the most shit-eating grin ever (Penelope predicted this development several years ago)

yeah!!! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ i would like to think that they do eventually end up having a real friendship rather than just a fake one

and yes of course penelope could see it coming a mile off!

they both would be internally like "oh gods why?!" at first.

but then they both realise that maybe just maybe they actually enjoy each others company and their bickering turns into banter & laughter.

telemachus just now thinks their best friends rather than just friends shdjhdfjds

penelope is happy that after all the trauma those two caused each other, they can finally put it behind them. she loves seeing her husband actually laugh and enjoy himself. also she definitely says i told you so, many times to odysseus face about her earlier predictions.

as for odysseus & athena's friendship. even after their past breakup falling out, i like to think that odysseus is initially really worried about admitting he regards poseidon as an actual friend now. he's worried that even though she has changed, that maybe befriending her uncle (the god she has had a long rivalry with) is a step too far again.

to his surprise though, she's actually happy for odysseus and proud that he was able to actually befriend the earth-shaker himself. this time she's glad odysseus did not push his emotions aside and opened his heart for friendship & forgiveness.

what odysseus didn't expect though, was that the 'king of ithaca's and god of the seas' friendship' would be a hot topic in olympus itself.

suddenly ithaca's palace has more uninvited visits from other gods and goddess. the mortal king who was instrumental in winning the trojan war, who battled with monsters and gods alike... became friends with the god who caused him to take 10 years to get home?

he had already been talked about amongst the gods during those 10 years, but now they were all even more curious as he has gone from brutally defeating poseidon to becoming friends???

poseidon however was not happy with their interest in ithaca and especially odysseus. that was his (and athena's, but mostly his) mortal friend gods damn it!

(im sorry this ended up being a long reply, my brain wouldn't stop yapping away hhdhdhdh)

(please if you have any futher thoughts, please please please share/add them ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀) )

[aliaology]

I have a request, Could you do where the reader is Luke's twin sister and they are it is there 21st birthday and Jack and Quinn are there to celebrate with them and Luke and the reader both get really drunk and Jack and Quinn take care of the when they are both drunk and hungover

Also love your fic's read them every time you post

ofc babes <3 and thank you, im so glad you like them! <3 means a lot to me <33

fyi, ive NEVER drank before lolz so idk much bought it and i don't know what anyones tolerance here would be, so just know this is all fake and its not realistic. this is also short because idk what else to add. </3

DRUNKEN AFFECTION (PLATONIC)

you didn't get to see your brothers that often, not with you still finishing up your few years at university of michigan and them either living in new jersey or vancouver. it was hard to say the least, especially being so far away from your literal other half; the one whom you (sometimes unfortunately) had to share the womb with. luke hughes was your best friend, and your twin. you couldn't live without the guy.

but now it is currently september 14th of 2024, a saturday, and while jack, luke and quinn should be at their respective homes, they all came up to michigan to celebrate yours and lukes birthday that happened just a few days ago. of course, you would've wanted to celebrate your birthday with luke, on said day, but schedules didn't align well and if you did it before, you legally wouldn't be able to drink. though you can't say that stopped you.

you sat in the back yard, legs crossed as you held a bottle of some form of alcohol in your hand. it was late, most of the people from the party your brothers threw, were gone. it was just you, luke, jack, quinn and a few of the umich boys. with a drunken whine, you looked to jack who snagged the bottle of alcohol from your hands.

"jackk-" you frowned.

jack rolled his eyes, "this is like your what, fifth? you don't need this much, smalls."

you groaned, looking away from him. "stop calling me that."

jack just scoffed before snagging the beer from lukes hand as well. "hey!"

"you two have drank enough. you really want mom and dad to look out the window and see you guys drinking more?" quinn spoke up.

"its our birthday." luke told.

quinn was the one to roll his eyes this time. "your birthday was monday, and now your party is over. its time to settle down."

the eldest hughes sibling walked up to the three of them and gently grabbed your arm. "lets get you both to bed."

you let out a drunken gasp. "lukeyy- we should watch uhm- uhm... oh shit whats that one movie.." you began to mutter to yourself.

jack helps luke up, who stumbles slightly. "i dont want to watch some movie." luke huffed.

you frowned. "quinny, will you watch a movie with me?"

"yes, smalls, i will." you smiled.

-

quinn was quick to get you to your room. he let you change and then went to change as well. sometimes, he couldn't stand jeans. walking back into your room, you were already on your bed with the remote in your hand, and jack and luke were in there too.

"thought you didn't want to watch some movie?" quinn teased luke as he flicked the lights off and then walked to the bed.

"shut up." luke groaned.

jack let out a laugh. "got him to his room and he already missed her. he acted like he does when we leave to new jersey."

quinn snickered, taking his spot on the other side of you. "can't blame him, they are freakishly attached to the hip."

"we are right here, by the way." you huffed.

"we know." the two eldest said.

you let out a huff of air. "you guys are lucky we love you."

jack smiled at his sister, slinging an arm around her and pulling her in. "we love you guys too, even if you're annoying as hell."

[sturniolo04]

WTF 2 m.s.

Boydad!Matt x Boymom!Reader

A/N: I love dad!matt so here is a boydad!matt version of this post. Also If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you- Charli

Dividers: @issysh3ll

"holy fuck squeezin' me so g'd shit"

Cooper groans from underneath his girlfriend, Chloe, who was now riding on top of him at the moment. See it was a Friday night and Friday night meant date night for you and Matt, leaving your son to his own devices for about and hour or so.

Of course, you and Matt knew about Chloe and you loved Chloe like a daughter you always wanted and you know maybe in the future you and Matt were going to have a mini you but right now Chloe was your daughter at this point.

You guys also knew with your son being 16 and almost going on 17 it was only a matter of time before he and Chloe had sex, I mean you and Matt lost your virginities to each other when you were 17, and ever since then you have been inseparable.

In hindsight, it would be the end of the world when they finally make that decision that just meant Chloe was likely to stick around for a while, although you just didn't know when that decision was going to be made.

"i- g'nna c'm"

chloe gasps out leaning her head forward to rest on his pillows on his bed seeing they swapped positions, cooper taking her from behind. he is definitely Matt's son for sure.

"the food was actually good tonight thank you"

you state to Matt as you both make it into the house entering the living room taking off your heels with the assistance of Matt being the gentlemen that he is.

"well thats good im glad you liked it and enjoyed your night sweetheart"

matt coos standing back after helping you take your shoes off as you two begin to walk up the stairs.

"wait-"

matt quietly whispers to you as he halts at the top of the steps hearing muffled moaning.

"is that what i think it is"

Matt trails off asking you look at the shocked expression on your face.

"baby he definitely"

you giggle covering your mouth as Matt chuckles under his breath. You two immediately stop laughing when you hear everything go silent and begin to hear the door knob twist open.

"mom dad when did you guys get back"

cooper shockingly asks attempting to fix his hair.

"um not that long ago"

you sigh out as Chloe walks out with his t shirt on.

"oh my goodness hi"

chloe awkwardly greets tucking some of her hair behind her ear feeling the heat rise on her cheeks.

"did you guys do anything interesting tonight"

matt asks the pair as you let out a giggle under his breath.

"um i we"

chloe stutters out as she looks at cooper to come up with something quickly.

"we watched netflix"

cooper strained out clearing his throat afterwards as you and matt quirk and eyebrow up at the response.

"no chill"

matt asks bluntly as both chloe and cooper look at each other knowing they have to come clean.

"maybe a little chill"

chloe trails off under her breath looking down at the floor in the process.

"maybe alot of chill like p in v type shit"

cooper chuckles out straching the back of his head trying to contain his chuckle at the thought.

"are you mad"

chloe ask purely because she always thought highly of you guys and always sought out your approval for everything because she did feel like a daughter to you and matt.

"no well were you two at least safe about it"

you huff out asking the pair making switching eye contact with them both.

"of course"

cooper simply answers

"well then thats all that matters good for you two though"

matt chuckles as you and him say goodnight and head to your shared room for the night.

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[haveihitanerve]

This brilliant little backstage scene deserves to be shared with the world and because i am who i am i also have to add my thoughts- once again, ignore them and just watch the vid if you so please :)

Tim casually sprinting away, what a delightful man :) 

The way they have like… feet on either side of the stage, lots of space, but Tom and Sam are sitting right next to each other, absolutely not even an inch between them, legs and arms touching, talking about best first dates??? My heart😭

“Mainly… balance.” Both Tom and Sam’s shoulders moving in the same way when they laugh- 

The way Tom is looking at Sam while listening-

“That would be amazing!” “that sounds awful.” the dichotomy lmaooo

“One of us? There's four of us?” Sam i love you so much- he automatically thinks of the other two not present they are like so close i'm gonna cry-

“I always think of the collective.” 😭💗💗

“How do you not understand how basic conversation works?” ribbing each other, the way true friends do, beautiful

Sam: *makes unidentifiable noises back to mock him*

“Tom!” The way Tom’s head snaps over to look at AJ, and Sam peters out to look over too. So responsive 😭

“I'm so glad we’re committing to that.” Tom i love you-

AJ just being the Tech King while Sam casually helps. Idk its domestic and cute ok leave me alone..

Tom’s “oooooh.” as AJ changes the lights- while casually not helping and being on his phone as Sam and AJ figure out the lights (jk hes probably doing admin stuff but its funny)

Joe: *slams into a chair* ow. Sam: *snickers* its a bit dark in the room AJ: *scoff laughs back*

The way they debrief is just amazing idk why but its so cute to see, they're supportive but still critical, but like constructively critical, and still supportive of each other. Plus the metaphors are great, and the laughing at each other

“Each of their… utterances.” The way AJ is smiling at Tom i cant-

“JAMES was a good man before we lost him.” “killed him.” XD

Gotta be honest maybe they were just showing the best clip, but the A-Z game is pretty fucking good. I think its the audience’s fault tbh, they're not hype enough

The explanation of how games come to be and how they figure it out is sooo good, im always nerdy and want to learn the thoughts/plans/processes behind it all so thank you!!!

“He says softly. Lets go get you onto a mechanical bull.” Sam contemplating what on earth to do with that. “NI HAO!” aaaand there comes AJ out of left field, perfect. Sam now utterly baffled, glorious

“That was joyous! That was good!” Sam coming in saying it was good when AJ and Tom were just complaining- but the way he immediately catches that they didn't feel exactly as confident about it as he did and going “no?” to just check and make sure, looking between both and not just one- brb crying they're such good friends he picks up on that-

Aj’s look at the camera lol “👀do you see this man?”

“Did that go alright?” the immediate reassurance they gave him-

“It feels like you have to start fucking-” “rowing.” finishing each others sentences and a good metaphor- i'm fine

AJ and Sam arguing as DaVinci and Michelangelo gives me life-

“It turns out i just made up a word.” idk who cameraman joe is, but i love him. Real

“Thats the straight white guy philosophy. Say it with confidence and keep walking.” I love how they address it and yet can joke about it, really refreshing 💗

“Stay safe, stay sexy.” thank you Sam, thats my life moto from now on

“And AJ anything from you?”... “I had a really fun time!” Yay!!!

“I’m pissed off. My clues.. were fucking genius. And the audience.. didn't get ‘em” Yes Aj, you tell ‘em!

“And the guys.. *voice crack/half sob* didn't even bother to try and like- *near tears* fucking- make a thing like-” *laughs* oh AJ, poor baby XD

“They just looked at me and then went: “i have a different clue!” Great!” sadness AJ, its ok, they still love you lol

Tom and Sam both in the same position watching AJ’s “genius clues” -Sam’s face of utter confusion and Tom just watching in interest trying to understand it at all

“You know, I also have a clue-” AJ’s slight smile. “I’m very glad because I have no idea what the fuck that was-” AJ having to laugh slightly at that

“Fucking shit im out of here!” *tries to do the cool storm out, but is also checking to see if he left anything behind, kinda ruining it XD*

“I have to know about the Nazi chinchilla-” firstly its wonderful explanation??? I guess, kinda makes sense- but let me just point out to you lovely people that Aj, in the background, downs his beer, steps up right behind Sam, and then takes his beer and also drinks his, and Sam just watches and nods- they’re too fucking cute what the heck-

Also AJ’s face mocking Sam in the background as he starts to explain- idk what prompted it, but it was hilarious

“What was the rant about?” “My clues were fucking great-” Sam: *starts cackling like ‘sure buddy, sure’*

“I got that one! I said that!” defending that he understands his friend- 😭

“I got it. I appreciated that one.” Calms AJ down slightly, so cute

Sam: *slips in advertisement as AJ casually blames the audience*

Aj and Sam’s hug at the end😭 cuties

Anyway thats it :) they're cute and yeah. 

also! where was luke??????

[the141ghost]

Even if he was initially met with a look of offence upon being informed Ghost worried he might have let himself go, he was glad that Gary seemed to brighten up the second Price was mentioned.

The old man did always have a way with people, even with just a name drop he had Roach smiling. Ghost admired that about him, among many other things.

“As always, he did something stupid and brave. Best they could manage was some chest candy for it,” Ghost mumbled, huffing out a tired laugh as he let his head fall backwards a touch. He quite liked talking about Price. “He’s enjoying it though. Least I think he is. Always was good at the whole leader bit, wasn’t he? Same as he was before, now he’s just got even more leverage for himself.”

Seeing Roach freeze like he’d seen a ghost—hah—and proceed to drop everything he was doing in lieu of another task… Well, it wasn’t exactly a new habit. Ghost didn’t even bother trying to question him, to ask where he was going, he knew how he was when he had a thought in his head. He had to act on it fast before it sizzled out.

Even after all these years, it seemed like he was just the same. It was a nice constant amidst the mess that was in the world. He liked to think he could trust Roach to give that to him from now on.

Instead of asking what the fuck he was doing like he wanted to, however, he pulled his gloves off, tossed them to the side, and finished the single stitch Roach had left undone. Just the one, however, he wasn’t eager enough to add any more, simply wanting the needle to stop tugging the thread that was running through his already tender skin.

He eyed the wound distastefully, brows still drawn together tightly and he let out a small huff. It would keep stable for now, and truthfully he was much more interested in where Roach had charged off to. It didn't take long for him to get his answer, though he did unintentionally flinch at the sudden bang.

He’d blame it on the blood loss.

It wasn't.

He grabbed the binder from the ground beside him, and rested it on his unharmed thigh, scanning his eyes over it for a few seconds before he let out a frustrated huff and frowned up at Roach. He couldn’t end up seeing much of the expression, Ghost realised after, but he was sure his eyes told the entire story anyway.

“Gary, you know I could never read your sodding writing. You definitely have some ties to your old self, ey? Fuckin’ chicken scratch…”

After a few more seconds, Ghost got back into the swing of reading Roach’s little notes. He didn’t bother mentioning to him that he had finished off the single stitch, not while Gary got to work continuing tidying the wound up. He could probably recall he never finished the previous one, even if he didn't address it himself.

Halfway through, he risked a glance up to see Roach. Truth be told, he was worried that if he dared to look away for too long, he might up and vanish again. Ghost would be left with the blood-stained binder in his hands, a neat line of stitches over a knife wound that he couldn’t even end up explaining how he had gotten without sounding insane. 

Roach was still there, though, much to his relief, and he wore his own thoughtful expression. God, he’d love to break open his head and pick around in his skull. The things he could find out…

Though, he wasn’t totally sure he wanted to find out some things. It couldn’t have been easy for him, being alone and terrified this whole time, and the thought alone had Ghost wanting to reach out, hold that little face in his hands and curse the world for ever hurting it.

He gently set the binder down on the ground beside him, a small huff slipping through his lips.

Maybe another day.

“I can take it to Price. See if he can decipher it at all. Not surprised they’re being so careful, he did tell Shepherd he was going to kill ‘im.” Ghost managed a tight laugh. The memories of that day weren’t exactly nice to recall, but the look of fury on Price’s face when he swore he was coming for Shepherd next was something else entirely.

The look of horror on Simon’s face only made Roach more curious (and concerned) about whatever he must know about Shepherd. He would get it out of him eventually.

He was mildly offended at the suggestion he might have ‘let himself go’ while in hiding. Did it look like he had? He’d managed to best Ghost in their scuffle earlier (admittedly, he’d taken Ghost by surprise - which reminded him, he still had his tags), injure him and not get injured himself. And all this radio equipment, too, did that look like the work of someone who had let himself go? He had done anything but. Alright, perhaps he was a little rusty in some of the fighting aspects, but that wasn’t his fault. He’d had no way of practising that.

As Ghost revealed the wound on his leg, Roach reached for the first aid kit again. He grabbed a small pair of scissors from the suture kit to cut a bigger hole in Ghost’s trousers, they were ruined either way so he didn’t bother asking or apologising, and once he had enough access to the wound he grabbed a wipe to clean the blood away from the area.

He began to carefully stitch the wound while he listened to Ghost speak. It wouldn’t need too many - it had only been a small knife - but it did need them, judging by the amount of blood that had already soaked his trousers and stained the floor.

Upon learning that the Captain was Price, he brightened up. He was glad Ghost answered his unasked question, considering he couldn’t ask with his hands full, and let out a short hum to let Ghost know he was pleased to find out he was still doing well. And he was a Captain now, Roach would have to make sure to congratulate him when he saw him again. Which he found he’d quite like to, actually.

He supposed this really did mean he was going start reintegrating back into his old life, didn’t it?

Had Ghost moved up the ranks since then, too? It made sense, if he’d been in the military the whole time. That would technically make him Roach’s superior, now.

And then it was onto Shepherd. He took in the new information, not surprised in the slightest to find out he’d only been causing more issues. The only question was why the fuck Ghost had trusted him enough to work with him again. And now he’d gone into hiding too…

Roach froze, realisation dawning on him.

“Fuck,” he hissed out under his breath, then looked down at his hands still midway through stitching Simon’s leg, covered in his blood. He dropped the needle, hesitated, hastily and not very effectively wiped his hands on his jeans, then stood and hurried back to the binder he’d left on the desk, all without a single pause for an explanation.

He turned right to the back of the binder, flicked a few pages in, all the while leaving bloody prints over the cover and the plastic that held the paper inside. He let out a grunt of frantic excitement when he found what he’d apparently been looking for, picked up the binder and brought it over the Ghost. It made a loud noise as he dropped it onto the floor, then he tapped the page at the beginning of passage for Ghost to read.

While he read, Roach moved back to finish and tie off the last stitch.

The transmission hadn’t made any sense to him when he’d originally heard it, but with this new information… He thought it could maybe be a clue to Shepherd’s current whereabouts, or at least some place he’d been since he’d disappeared. If they could figure out where it was talking about, go and investigate there, they could either find him or at least find a clue to bring them a step closer to him.

Roach realised that, to be able to do this, he was definitely going to have to rejoin in some capacity. Considering all of this information he had, all that Ghost had told him and likely the whole investigation into Shepherd was highly classified, there would be no other way around it.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so awful. It didn’t have to end badly, this time. He’d be able to see Price again, and whoever else he knew back then that had made it this far. He might be able to meet this new friend Ghost had mentioned, it sounded like he was pretty fond of him.

And, if he didn’t rejoin, what actually would he do? Apart from staying out here, which he’d already decided wasn’t an option, he didn’t really have any other choice.

[tears0fsatan]

Hi! May I request a trans masc MC who is very proud about who they are and aren't like. Idk hiding the fact that they are trans? As someone who is very proud of who I am I want to see the demon bros with an MC who's like, "oh yeah I'm trans, got a problem with that then you can get punched in the throat🧍."

Tysm!

𖥻 characters... demon brothers, diavolo x trans m!reader

𖥻 genre... drabbles + a tiny bit of angst if u squint + mainly crack lolol

𖥻 warnings... mentions of transphobia [some demon doesn't respect ur pronouns :gasp:], swearing, a lil bit of fighting but nothing physical, short!mc bc i hc that demons are bigger than humans hehe, mc is a menace but they love u anyways

𖥻 a.n... HELP MEE I LOVE THIS 😭😭 IM ALSO LIKE THIS IM SO GLAD YOU REQUESTED THIS ANON I LOVE YOU also side note i had so many ideas for this that wouldn't really fit into one large chunk of writing so i went with drabbles i hope thats alright with u anon !!! idk if u can tell but i'm not caught up with the lore lolol i haven't gotten past lesson 25 heh

from the moment you had arrived in devildom, you had been the epitome of chaos.

diavolo had called you by your deadname, which you rightfully objected to. the second you interrupted diavolo, lucifer was on his feet ready to murder you. it wasn't until you had explained the situation that lucifer calmed down and diavolo profusely apologised, stating that he hadn't known and was more than willing to respect your name and pronouns.

to say you were shocked would be an understatement, especially after finding out just who diavolo was. though you hadn't quite grasped what your new reality was, you did realise that these "demons" were no joke. but even though they were demons, they had taken your gender identity and pronouns more seriously than a lot of humans you've told.

from the get go, lucifer knew you would be a handful. great, he thought, another nuisance to add to his list of problems. however, he hadn't expected you to be this boisterous.

and while he grew to love how you didn't take shit from anyone, it didn't mean you weren't the cause of his migraines ninety percent of the time.

"you're punishing me because i'm trans, aren't you?" you joked, which only made the first born roll his eyes, pulling laughs out of the brothers who watched.

"for the last time, i'm lecturing you because you skipped classes to play hooky with that fool next to you, and when you were asked why you did it, your response was and i quote 'be gay, do crimes'." the seriousness on lucifer's face as he said that had you doing everything in your power to hold back your laugh, only for you to slip up and let out a squeak of laughter.

the other six lounged on the couch behind you, finding the situation just as hilarious as you if their cackles were anything to go by.

"suck my ten inch dick you fucking loser!" you yelled out behind you to mammon as you ran around the HOL sitting room, jumping over belphie who was casually sleeping on the floor, causing the lounging brothers to look up from what they were doing.

"hey." lucifer warned, eyes trained on the documents he was reading, occasionally throwing a glance at the commotion.

"fuck you! you don't even have a dick! gimme goldie back ya tree stump!" mammon cried out, chasing you as you went to hide behind the couch where satan and asmodeus sat, watching the show with amusement in their eyes.

"language!" lucifer chided while massaging the bridge of his nose, knowing full well no one was even listening.

"that's not what you were saying last night!" you replied, yelping when the second born nearly got a hold of your shirt.

"that don't even make sense! lucifer, help me out here will ya?!"

"you started this, you deal with the consequences." lucifer sighed out, but the smile on his face betrayed his faux exasperation.

you screamed when mammon tried barrelling towards you, only for beelzebub to pick up his defiant older brother and walk away with him in his arms.

"stop yelling, can't focus on eating when you're chasing mc." beel said with an ice lolly hanging from his lips.

you had known you were bound to run into some demons that opposed your gender identity, and that's why you were in this situation right now.

you were in a lust demon's face, more than ready to throw hands if the situation called for it.

they had mocked you by using the wrong set of pronouns on you and when you tried to correct them, they simply rolled their eyes and laughed.

if you were in a cartoon, you were sure to have the cross popping veins above your head right now.

"you either use my preferred pronouns or i'll hit you in the jaw with a fucking brick." you spat at them, beyond ready to make your threat a reality.

"mc!" you heard satan call from across the hallway, making your head snap towards him.

the fourth born quickly made his way towards you and started dragging you away, all the while telling you off about how you just couldn't pick fights in the middle of a RAD hallway right before fifth period.

you had blocked him out for the most part, choosing to shoot daggers at the demon from earlier, moving to mouth a clear 'i will feed you to cerberus' you knew would make belphie proud.

"mc, pleaseeeee." levi whined, following you as you manoeuvred around the kitchen.

"fine! but let me think about it!" you gave up, throwing your hands in the air before turning to the demon behind you.

levi cheered and pumped his fist in the air before you interrupted his celebration, "if it's another short chatacter, my answer is no."

leviathan cried out, letting out something akin to a groan, a whine and a cry at the same time.

"IT IS?" you shouted. truthfully, you had just been joking, taking a playful guess as to what he wanted to dress you up in, but you never thought you would nail the hammer on the head.

"mc, last one i swear! after this one i'll give you the tall characters!" he continued to whine, going as far as to follow you into your room.

"you said that last time!" came your rebuttal.

".... but you'd look so cute as the short one.." without a warning, leviathan shoved his DDD in your face with a picture of the characters he wanted you and him to cosplay.

... and you had to admit, you would look good as the short one.

you huffed, "you win, but this is the last time, levi! i mean it! no more cute characters for me! i wanna cosplay badass characters!"

the avatar of envy let out an excited squeak and nodded so fast you worried he would get whiplash. he practically ran out of your room, probably off to order your costume on akuzon and you sighed, knowing that this time would in fact not be the last time.

"you don't think i'm strong enough to do it?" you asked tauntingly, and beel shrugged.

"i didn't think humans could be strong." the avatar of gluttony admitted and continued on walking, moving past you and setting the box down.

"well i am but... i.. i just don't want to!" you huffed and looked away.

the demon paused from picking up the next box and looked at you for a while, giving you a look that you recognised to be one of amusement.

"... you don't believe me, do you?" you stepped forward, making a go for the box beel was reaching for. said demon watched you, staring at your arms in a 'are you sure about this' manner.

"s-see! i'm doing just fuh-fine!" you somehow managed to wheeze out, the enchanted package being far heavier than you anticipated. maybe the tall demon was right, maybe humans weren't strong enough to carry cursed boxes but you weren't about to tell him that.

"you're going to blow out your back." beelzebub wasted no time in taking the box from your arms before you could hurt yourself, gently placing it amongst the other bewitched boxes all while making it seem as though it were weightless.

"i swear! i'm stronger than every other man!" you shouted as he picked you up and carried you under his arm.

the demon didn't reply, simply walking out of the door with you squirming in his grasp, promising that there was no man out there stronger than you.

© 2022 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t repost, modify or translate my works anywhere!

[munsonlovers]

slow dancing in a parking lot -jj maybank

you grew up as a kook but when your parents left you with your aunt and uncle, you moved to the other side of town "the cut."

getting all dressed up as a pogue was very unusual. you never got invited to midsummers, even if kiara begged you to go you always turned it down. you weren't really the type of person to go to kook parties. you were used to wearing big sweaters or a random shirt you found around the chateau.

when kiara invited you to this year's midsummers, you reluctantly said yes. you weren't sure what you were going to wear so kiara and sarah helped you find a beautiful dress that complimented your figure and it complimented your eyes. you never thought you'd actually agree to going but here you are.

you and kiara went to find pope, you all were worried about jj. he got into a fight with his dad and he left without saying a word. you didn't think he was okay but pope and kiara said "it's jj, you don't have to worry. he will come back eventually."

you weren't sure what was up with jj but you needed to find out. you were going to find him after this kook party. your thoughts were interrupted by a big commotion in the country club. nobody moved but you had to find out what was wrong. you sped off to the country club and heard noise in the boys bathroom.

you stood by the door and all you heard was "very rafe of you, five on one." you knew that jj was in trouble especially when it came to rafe. you and rafe had a thing a few years ago and it ended badly when rafe became violent and angry. not physically but mentally. jj had been more protective after that.

you went to find a security guard and told him that someone was being beaten up by others in the boys bathroom. you went to walk away and heard rafe say something that pissed you off. "tell y/n she looks pretty hot for a pogue."

you turned around when the security guard brought jj out. he didn't see you so you walked out the front and left. you couldn't see jj like that even after rafe insulted you.

you texted jj at midnight and told him to meet at a favourite place of yours, the parking lot of the ice cream shop.

they were closed as usual when it was midnight. he showed up like he always does and on time i might add. he walked up to you and smiled. he was glad to see you especially after the nights events.

"hey cupcake, what's up" he said kissing your temple.

"jj, why'd you let rafe do that to you?" you said looking down.

"it's fine, im used to it. just hated how he treated you is all." he said looking down and kicking rocks.

you hated how he said he was used to it. you knew what his dad did to him when he was drunk or on something. he always blamed jj for his mom leaving.

"you need to get away jj, he's hurting you. blaming you for your mom leaving. it's not healthy love." you said holding his hand.

"i know, it's just he-he's my dad and he's supposed to love me but he doesn't" he said while holding back tears.

"hey look at me" you said lifting his face up. "if he doesn't want to love you than i will jj" you said kissing his forehead.

"can we just stay here forever please." he said hugging you.

"yeah love we can." you said holding him tight.

"i love you, thank for being with me through everything even if i just wanted to slow dance with you in a parking lot." he said putting his forehead against yours.

that's what you did. you turned some slow songs on your phone and slow danced for the rest of the night with him. you laughed and cried. you shared enough kisses and love with each other to last a lifetime. he knew that no matter what if he was with you, that he was happy and protected no mater what life threw at him.

you were his sunshine, his love, his protector and his future. he wouldn't want to slow dance in a parking lot with anyone else.

[little-fairy-forest]

NO WAIT BECAUSE IM SO GLAD THERE ARE OTHER PPL WHO WATCH DREW AND ENYA

okay okay how about the bnha boys reacting to your video where you give your cousin/bestfriend a bowl-cut (inspired by drew phillips video)

uhhh heres the link to the video: https://youtu.be/3rRZfKCUGT8

im sorry but when i saw anon mention drew and enya, I had to do an ask like this im so sorry

🍀 hello darling! I've decided to merge all the boys together so the ask won't be so long since this has been sitting in my inbox for too long now :)

Class 1-A boy's x reader's viral cutting hair video

Class 1-A boys, fluff, gn!reader, romance

You had a youtube channel that you earned some money off of every now and again, sometimes you would just post videos uncut and they would end up being the funniest,

Due to the current pandemic, your cousins local barber shop shut down since a case broke out with the in the workers- he made a silly mistake asking you to help him out

When you mentioned once you cut a classmates hair after they got bubblegum stuck in it *ahem Kaminari*

You decided to cut your cousins hair but he let you do whatever since he was just at home working, oh what a mistake

As you filmed the video you and your cousin were crying laughing since you messed up the hair cut- which was meant to be a simple bowl cut and then dye it neon blue, but you were laughing so much you ended up doing it lopsided

Your jokes included digs at other youtubers and a few heros, but it got to the point where you had to stop because you were afraid you would mess up again

Once the disastrous video was uploaded, it was in Japan's trending list for ages since you generally were the funniest thing to happen in a while

After you raked in a few thousand more followers and were the main topic on gossip channels

you wondered what your classmates thought of the video

You didn't even have to ask- Sero decided to bring the topic to light in the common room, a few people were chilling before bed, well the boys were the girls were having a self care night in Mina's

"Did you see L/n's recent video, it went viral! Honestly I had to pause the video a few times to catch my breath" Sero mentioned as he sipped on his drink

"It was humorous to watch but I do hope they don't take that up as a side job- hairdressing that is" Iida adds as he fixes his glasses

"I dunno, they done my hair and it came out pretty cool" Kaminari says as he rests his head on his arms leaning against the back of the sofa

"Well they can keep the fuck away from my hair tch" Bakugou did not want you anywhere near his hair!

"Bakubro I know you would do anything for them to even get close to you head! Seriously you are nicknamed kat-suki by them afterall- and don't cats like head scratches??" Kirishima suggests as a slight jab at the ruby eyed blond

"Hah?! The fuck is that sappost to mean?!" Bakugou starts to get angry enough to hide his little blush dusting his cheeks

"I think what he is trying to say is that what did Midoriya say it was again oh, yeah you like them, as in you would like to date them" Todoroki said as he appears behind Bakugou

"Jesus fuck icy-hot" Bakugou jumped a small but from Todoroki appearing out of nowhere

"I'm sure we all know L/n is very popular and has lots of admirers, ite ok if you are aswell Bakugou" Todoroki teases as he watches the blond get more and more flustered

Bakugou leaves the room and Kirishima follows, Kaminari is laughing at the scene but realises something on Midoriya's phone, it was a text to you, how did he know, well 'y/n 💖👑' can only mean one person

Kaminari decided to leave the green haired boy alone, will save this information for a later

"I think it wasn't the worst haircut ever- I think I could pull off a bowl cut" Ojiro says as he thinks about what he would look like

"Nah I'd say you would look like a k-pop star" Sero imagines aswell, thinking what he also would look like with cut and dyed hair

"Dunno might ask them to try it out for practice, could be a fun side hussle, might even get a shot to be in one of their videos!" Sero suggests as he laughs at what he would look like with pink hair

"I suggest you try and keep your hero profile sensible and mature Sero!" Iida encourages as he can only imagine what chaos you would create on that boys poor head

As you sit with the girls you start to think who your next culprit, subject, lab rat uh featured friend will be for your next hair dressing video

Getting through my inbox slowly but surely!

Summer is right around the corner!

Nagivation has been updated please check it out :)

[beomglocks]

for good reason ; c.yj

summary : is it wrong for him to want you here? or yeonjun being selfish and gaslighting you essentially

pairing : yeonjun x reader (established relationship)

warnings & other : manipulation & infantilization, some kissing, yeonjun being full of shit

w/c : ~1k

you're glad you finally got a break from yeonjun. it was around 8 pm and he was out running some errands for the both of you since he had been putting them off for the week. they finally caught up to him so he went out to do them.

you love him, of course you do! however, sometimes you felt a little bit better being alone in the house. you just know that if yeonjun had it his way, he would never let you out of his sight.

you laugh quietly at the text soobin had just sent you. you're glad you have a friend like soobin. he was always really kind to you and making you feel super nice. he had just offered to hang out with you in two hours. apparently, baskin robins were launching a new ice cream flavor at exactly 10 pm and he wanted to see if you wanted to come with him to try it out. of course, you couldn't turn down ice cream.

when you accepted his invitation you giggled when he sent a cute line friends sticker in the chat. you didn't even notice the door handle jingling and yeonjun stepping through the door. he stood at the door quietly watching you giggle at your phone screen.

you looked up to see him there and clear your throat awkwardly. "o-oh you're back already?" you ask trying to sound normal. he wipes the scowl off his face in seconds and smiles at you, nodding, "yep i got everything for the week done!" he goes into the kitchen to wash his hands and you sigh. you send a final message to soobin and lock your phone.

yeonjun comes back and throws himself on the couch next to you. he pats his lap and you comply with his silent request. you crawl towards him and place yourself on top of him. he grabs your neck gently and makes you lean towards him to kiss him. first he leaves a light peck then he kisses you deeply. not with passion though, it feels a bit too harsh for that. he hums into the kiss when you whine because of the pressure he's slowly adding to your neck.

"you love me right baby?" he mumbles. you detach yourself from him to gaze into his eyes. they're half lidded and still looking at your lips. "of course i do wh-"

"can i see your phone?" he pouts. he adds a little more pressure to your neck when he feels like you're hesitating. it wasn't often that yeonjun checked your phone. it was somewhat of a new rule he had implemented in your relationship. you felt like it was a tad bit excessive on his part but he claimed it was because he didn't trust the people around you, not necessarily that he didn't trust you.

"uh ok?" you hand him your phone and he unlocks it with ease, already knowing your password. he automatically goes into your messages and frowns when he reads through the messages between you and soobin, making you mentally scream.

"you can't go," he says simply. your eyes widen at his statement. "w-why not? it's just ice cream!" you protest. he gives you a stern look that makes you shut up. "at 10pm? with another guy might i add? yeah, not happening."

"10 isn't even late," you mumble. "it is for babies like you," he smiles. "babies have a bedtime and yours is at 9." he grabs your waist trying to bring you close to him once again but you resist his pulling.

"yeonjun we had this talk already im not a child," you exasperate. "oh really? then why are your eyes glassy hm? all babies know how to do is cry." you frown and he brings his hand up to your cheek and rubs it gently. "did i make you sad? im sorry baby," he kisses your pouty lips.

"you don't let me do anything yeonjun," you mumble. you sniffle, trying to hold back your tears. you don't even know why you're about to cry you just feel frustrated. "but wouldn't you wanna stay here with me and cuddle or color? do you not love me anymore? i think you might’ve been lying earlier,” he sighs dramatically while pushing you away slightly.

“wha- what of course i still love you!” you exclaim. how could he say something like that? did he really not see your efforts? we’re you maybe not trying hard enough?

he breathes out, bringing you close to him again. “you haven't even touched the book i got you, do you not like it" he says against your cheek.

you shake your head causing your lips to touch briefly. he laughs slightly, wiping your tears. "ok baby i'll get you a new one then, one you'll like hm?" you don't say anything to that. you weren't shaking your head because you didn't like the contents of the book, you didn't like the book at all.

"just don't go. if you go i'll be lonely... i'll be stuck here until you get back and that makes me really sad. you don't want me to be alone and sad right?" he asks tilting his head. "no," you say quietly, not wanting to argue anymore.

"perfect, you're my perfect baby," he grins. he kisses you again but it's different than the one earlier. it's softer and feels like it has more meaning. he isn't biting on your lip or anything and you actually willingly let his tongue enter your mouth. he smiles into the kiss and leans back admiring you.

"you should wear the dress i got you. i think you look nice in it," he says. you contemplate talking back and arguing that you don’t really like the doll like nature of said dress but you know he'll just say something about making him sad or that you're ungrateful for his kindness.

you kiss him again before standing up to go change and "play house" with yeonjun.

[kuronanox]

I can’t let go-Nozel

(Authors note: This may be angst or maybe not haha I've been in the mood! Also I've been a huge ass simp for Fuegoleon and Nozel! Help I can't like them both)

"I can't stand the sight of commoners talking to royals like it's their business." Nozel sneers in disgust as him, Fuegoleon and (Your Name) stood all side by side and watched the party go on in the ballroom.

"I'm basically a commoner!" (Your Name) tells Nozel with a grin as he rolled his eyes. She wore a regal dark green dress and her hair was curled elegantly. The shining gold around her neck and ears. She was definitely royalty to him.

"Adopted into royalty." He said in a matter of fact. "So it makes you royal." He adds ignoring the way she looked at him with amusement.

"You just won't admit you like a good for nothing commoner like me!" She stuck her tongue out and joined some of them into the dance floor.

"Always so harsh on your words." Fuegoleon chuckles as he watches the young teenage girl dance with some squad members.

Nozel shrugs as his braid moved along side with it. The two teens watched for a moment of silence before Fuegoleon broke the silence.

"I've been meaning to tell her about my feelings."

Nozel froze in his spot, his rival was interested in (Your Name). "Why does that matter to me." He plays it off and knits his brows growing bitter after each minute passes.

"I was just going to ask how you felt since she is technically a commoner... not that it matters to me." Fuegoleon adds with a smile of warmth staring at her as she smiled back at him with a grin and she slightly lost balanced but laughed it off.

Nozel felt jealous of how fond they were together. "I don't care what you do in your love life. It doesn't concern me."

Nozel was staring into space as he heard a knock on his office door. "Come in."

"Im sorry I needed advice." The Crimson Lion Captain says in a rush as he took a seat across from the desk. Fuegoleon looked as if he was sweating a ton and he didn't sleep that night.

"What is it?" Nozel sighs and signs off some papers he still hadn't finished.

"(Your Name) is back and I don't know what to do! I mean we've been together since we were 18 but I want to celebrate it! She's coming home after so many years!"

Nozel clutched his knees a bit and let go before rolling his eyes. "She should stay in that nonsense village and go live with those commoners she helps all the time." He adds with malice and a coldness that lingered in his heart.

Fuegoleon was silent before taking his leave. "I don't know why you are so bitter about her? Has she done you wrong in some way?"

"No." Nozel states and looks back up to his rival. "Many has done me wrong but I won't say to what it is... Now! I have a lot of paper work so if you wish to talk more nonsense to me I suggest to go to someone else."

"Well ...you are always welcome to visit her when she gets back." Fuegoleon invites Nozel before taking a leave.

"Nozel! Guess what?!" She cheerfully says to him as they walked around the kingdom doing small task for their captains.

"What is it?"

"Me and Fuegoleon are dating!"

He doesn't say a word and continues to walk, what could he say? Congratulations? I'm so happy for you? No he couldn't because that's not how he felt. As much as he despite the relationship he could never stoop so low to tell her how he felt now. It was to late.

"Are you happy?"

"Always!"

(Your Name) smelt the air of the Clover Kingdom and sighed in happiness. She was glad to be home again after being away for so long. After helping the less unfortunate and other villages she decided it was time to head home and be with the ones she loved.

Walking into the entrance of the the Crimson Lion base she spotted her favorite person in the world waiting with open arms.

She grinned as Fuegoleon looked back at her with longing eyes. She dropped her bags running towards his embrace. "I've missed you." (Your Name) whispers into his neck as he kissed her head. "I've missed you too love."

"It's been to long, I can't believe we lasted this long." She exclaimed as he picked up her bags from the floor. "I never doubted us." He tells her with a wink as they walked linked together into the base.

"(Your Name)!" Leopold yells running towards her with full speed and gives her a bear hug. She laughs and hugs the boy back. "You've grown little one!"

"Of course! I can't wait to show you how strong I've been!"

"I can't wait!" She says to him as he jumps excitingly like a little kid again. "Where's Mereoleona?" She adds.

"She wanted to come see you but you know she's doing Mereoleona things right now." Fuegoleon says slyly as they settled in.

Nozel frowned as he looked up to the Crimson Lion base. He really didn't want to see them together being all lovely dovey yet he missed her dearly. He was cold to her at times but he didn't know how to show he cared.

He wasn't surprised to see there was a spot saved for him at the table. They were close friends for a long time till she left to help the villages.

"Nozel!" She yells with excitement in her eyes as she rushed towards him and gave him a big hug. "I didn't know if you would show up!"

"Of course, I had to see this stupid girl after so many years away." He warmly smiled at her as she held his hands and grinned before showing him to his spot.

"I'm glad you came. She was asking for you." Fuegoleon tells Nozel with a happy smile. It was as if they were teenagers again.

"She really asked for me." He thought sadly with a warm feeling.

"I wrote letters but you never got back to me." She says as the banquet continued.

He hesitantly tried to say something before he made up a lie quickly. "I'm sorry, I don't think I ever got them."

It happened at the young age of 24 Nozel was starting to get tired of his endless emotions he felt for (Your Name). He was on a night walk to clear his thoughts when he heard familiar giggles from ahead of him.

"Stop! Someone might see us!" She tells Fuegoleon as he shakes his head, chuckles and grabs her waist to pull her closer. "Shh no one will, stop screaming then." He says as she gives him a small smirk.

"I didn't think Mr.Serious could loosen up a bit."

"Stop teasing." He blushes and kisses her cheek.

Nozel was fuming with anger as he watched the two interrupt his thoughts. He wanted to escape the two only to find them acting like children.

"Let's go home and finish this then." She tells Fuegoleon and he pouts a bit wanting to see the beautiful sky that night. Ignoring her statement he pulls her into a passionate kiss to which she returns before he nods and guides her back.

"Insufferable." Nozel says bitterly as he makes way back home with a heavy heart.

"Are you okay? You've been tightly holding your fork for a while." She calmly guides him back to reality. Nozel clears his throat and continues to eat. "I'm fine, I was just thinking about a new method to train my squad."

"Well me and Fuegoleon have exciting news! We might be trying for some kids now!"

"I get Nieces and Nephews! Woohoo I'm going to be the coolest uncle!" Leopold cheers as some fire comes off of him from excitement. "How many how many?!" He begged to know.

"As much as (Your Name) will let me have." Fuegoleon respectfully says giving her hand a light squeeze as she returned the favor.

Nozel stayed silent the whole time trying hard to be happy but nothing was working. "I just forgot I have to be up early tomorrow, I will take my leave. I give you my early congratulations." He says and walks off.

"I'll see you off." Fuegoleon says and walks side by side with Nozel. There was silence between the two and it was getting uncomfortable for the both of them to break it. "Why did you lie to her?"

"I didn't lie." Nozel grits his teeth and looks forward.

"I saw her letters on your desk before."

"Why do you care so much. We are adults now, I chose who I wish to contact." Nozel says sighing in expiratation.

"I only wish you told me how you felt about her before we got together." The older man says with guilty eyes. "I would never wish you pain even though you are my rival."

"I know you knew, I didn't think you'd bring it up."

Fuegoleon stops walking ahead and watches as Nozel silhouette disappears through the night. He truly never meant to hurt his friend and companion.

Dear Nozel,

It's been so long, I'm not sure if you have gotten my letters but I reassure you that when I get back things will go back to as when we were kids! I can't wait to go on adventures with everyone again unless I plan other things back home. The village side is beautiful, I only wished you could see it too. The grass is so green and the air is so fresh compared to the kingdom. I hope you've found someone by now, a girl that can handle that attitude of yours! Hmph I know you will make her the happiest she's ever been. Over protective, cold but caring and kind. The greatest treasure someone could have would be you Nozel. Lighten up a bit and let go. I'll see you soon.

Nozel sits on his desk reading all the letter she's ever sent him and sorrowfully burns them in his fire place. Her heart was too connected to another to see how much Nozel wanted her.

Maybe he could find someone, but you don't find love you just fall into it.

(Authors note: Angst? Also please leave some characters you would like me to write!)

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Chapter 11 - breaking news!

Jack Grealish x female character

Ellie woke up tucked under Jacks arm, she smiled to herself remembering the night before, it was still dark outside, 'what time is it' she wondered. She rolled over to find her phone but was instantly pulled back into the embrace by a fast asleep Jack, luckily she managed to grab it before he pulled her back, 'wow' 6 missed calls from Jessica, and 4 messages.

Jessica - holy shit! Have you seen the news article!

Jessica - Ellie wake up! Jack is going to go mad

Jessica - im guessing you are recovering from the night before!

Jessica - www.celebnews.com

Ellie clicked on the link and was shocked with what was in front of her, the paparazzi from lastnight definitely got the shot he wanted!

JACK GREALISH AND LADY FRIEND SPOTTED KISSING IN BIRMINGHAM!

Jack Grealish and a lady friend (unknown) were spotted leaving the well know celeb hangout in brimingham on Saturday evening, sources say Grealish and the unknown female were attending the restaurant with fellow Aston villa team mates before he left with the unknow female in a black Range Rover.

Will she be Grealish's new secret weapon or is it another one night stand to add to the list.

Jack Grealish and unknown female spotted in Birmingham, Saturday evening.

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Ellie gasped as she read the article, She leaned over and shook Jack, "Jack, Jack wake up", he rolled over, still exhausted from the night before, "mmm come lay back down babe I don't want to get up yet", he confessed, "I know babe we don't have to but the photo has been released, Jess just sent me the article", Jack sat up in bed as Ellie handed him the her phone, "shit I look rough, you still look fucking amazing though" he placed a kiss on her cheek, Ellie laid her head on his shoulder, "are you not bothered, I though you would be", Jack sat Ellie up and looked at her, "I mean yeah, I hate how the press get involved and ruin relationships, iv seen it happen so many times and I don't want it to happen with us, that's why I wanted to keep it quiet, not because I doubted us or anything. They turn situations and turn people against eachother, like that comment 'another one night stand' like I'm some sort of sexual monster, I haven't been with a woman in over a year... until lastnight", Ellie hid her face in embarrassment, "ey! Don't get shy on me now, il sort this honest, we can play dumb for a while until we're ready to be open in the public eye", Ellie looked at him and nodded, "ok but I can't lie for toffee", the couple laughed as Jack threw Ellie's phone to the bottom of the bed, "forget that and come back to bed with me", he lifted the covers for Ellie to climb in.

A few hours later Jack woke up, he looked over to a sleeping Ellie under his arm, she looked so peaceful, he didn't want to keep things between them quiet, he wanted her to be his girlfriend and shout it from the rooftops but he had to, for her safety and for the strength of their relationship.

He places a small kiss to her temple before sneaking out of bed to get a shower, he turned on the water and stepped in, letting the hot water his his face, before letting out a big sigh, he loved his job, the fame, the money and the opportunities he had received in life but why did it have to impact his relationships so hard.

Once he finished the shower he headed back into the bedroom to see Ellie sat up on the bed, "morning handsome", she told him as she stood up and made her way over to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him, "morning princess" Jack smiled down at her, "so ...I'm going to get ready, what do I need to wear, a jumper dress and my docs or my jeans and trainers, you know seen as I have no idea what you have planned today", Jack laughed at her cheekiness, "your dress sounds good, you know because of the sexy legs and all that but I'm still not telling you where we are going", Ellie smacked his chest and laughed, "your mean Grealish.... See you after my shower", she called as she entered the bathroom, Jack shook his head at her, 'god she is perfect' he thought.

He got himself ready and headed downstairs to make the two some breakfast.

When Ellie was ready she headed down to see Jack answering the door, he looked back at her sheepishly, he took the bag from the guy at the door and spun around scratching his neck, "so I made toast... burnt it, then I ordered a Nero, coffee and croissant?", Ellie kept on walking down the stairs and threw her arms around him, "god your too cute Jack, my love for coffee is hard to beat" Jack laughed as he lead her to the kitchen table.

As they ate breakfast they continued to talk and joke about almost everything, Jack told Ellie about his possible move to Man City, and Ellie told Jack about her job and all the silly things that her and Jess got up to.

After a few minutes Jack got up and suggested they get ready to leave, Ellie put her boots on as Jack threw his hoodie on, "ready?" He asked Ellie as he opened the door, "yep all ready", they begin to walk out of the door before Ellie stops, "wait, take a picture of me", she said as she posed at Jacks door, Jack laughed as he pulled out his phone, "your such a geek, but a beautiful one", he took the picture of Ellie and turned the phone to show her, "see beautiful" he told her as he placed a kiss on her head.

Once they were in the car Jack put some music on while Ellie uploaded her picture.

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Ellowe25 - I am so happy right now nothing can bring me down 🌞

StephHope - babe you look so hot! P.s I know that door 🥰

Jessyshaw - yes El! You are stunning

Liam333 - Kind of missed your smiley face this weekend .... Scratch that ... stay there 😂

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Ellie bopped along to the music earning a smile from Jack, “you’re happy today” Jack told her, “yeah I am, I don’t know what’s gotten IN to me” she winked at Jack making him laugh, “that was so cheesy”, the couple laughed even harder as Jack pulled into an empty car park, “come on cheese ball we’re here”.

Jacks walked around to Ellie’s side and helped her out of the car, “the canal? Your going to throw me in aren’t you!”, she Joked, “what and loose someone so special, never”, Jack took Ellie’s hand and lead her to the boat at the edge of the water where he met a very elegant looking woman, “Fiona, hi, thank you for sorting this”, Jack shook then woman’s had, “no problem at all Mr Grealish, everything is on board, the captain is already at the front, once you are seated I will follow onboard and we can set off” Fiona replied to Jack and flashed Ellie with a beautiful smile.

Jack lead Ellie onto a the canal boat and they took their seats, “oh my his Jack this is beautiful, I can’t believe you did all this!”, Jack held onto Ellie’s hand, “I wanted something special before you go back home today”, Ellie heart felt like someone had run over it with a tank, “oh yeah, I um forgot all about that”, she let out a nervous laugh.

Fiona came back with a bottle of wine, “can I offer you both a drink?”, Ellie smiled politely before answering, “yes please, thank you”.

Once Fiona had given them both a drink she left, “It’s fine El, I can come see you and you can come to me when ever your free, plus I want you to watch me play next weekend, I mean that’s if you want to”, Ellie smiled at Jack fumbling with his sentence, “I’d love to Jack, thank you, and your right we can totally make this work”, the couple smiled and enjoyed their dinner.

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Jackgrealish - had the best lunch at the canal today, thanks @banks.Martin

@Kalvinphillips - glad to hear it man 🥂

@Masonmount - day drinking and no invite, gutted pal! 😂

User5 - why are there two glasses!

User10 - could this be the unknown female?

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Toxin and Venom

Slight Dark!Peter Parker x Dark!Reader

Description:

In which a seemingly loving relationship appears greater than it is...

There was something rather terrible about this young man's naive exterior. Though nobody could pinpoint where exactly the dreadfulness laid. His eyes shined a little too brightly, and his words were coated in thick sugar, enough to appear disingenuous to the skillfully trained ears. But there hidden behind is smile concealed the sinister morals of a true manipulator.

Oh' but she was no better herself, twisting words to favour her narrative. Playing as if she was nothing more than a meek little prey.

Warnings: pure angst with an underlining layer of toxicity.

Disclaimer: This is a REWRITE of one of my old stories dated back to a year ago, so if it sounds familiar that is why. This story was originally written for Jung Jaehyun from NCT but seeing as though I've fallen out of love with kpop at the moment, I wanted to repurpose it for my new followers that I've harbored since The Venom Within, as I'm very proud of the way it was written and concluded that I wanted to share with you all. I did improve and change quite a lot so you won't be reading the exact same story and I decided to add a twist to it.

Note: This is more so a college au so the fact that Peter is Spiderman is insignificant...

Word Count: 4.k

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Your boyfriend, Peter, had always been the most kind and caring person you knew. Ever since you met him, and even after months of dating, he still acted like the bashful, kind Disney prince you took him for. Only treating you with nothing but respect and admiration; you often wondered if this boy was even capable of making an insult, or had a bad bone in his body. Fore he acts way too nice and sweet for his own good. Controlling at times but it was with all good intentions...

Originally, you thought the kind gestures and lovely sweet talking was his way of subtly flirting, but after years of dating him, you came to the realization that it was just simply him. Peter didn't need to pretend to be kind and sweet like other guys; given that it was like second nature for him. You loved the boy to death. He showered you with so much love, spoiled you with affection. Treated you like his queen; His shining jewel. Out of the two years that you'd been together, not once has he wronged you.

    That is, up until this exact moment...

You stand there in the middle of the kitchen, tears streaming down your cheeks. At this point you had stopped listening to what he was saying. In fear that if you continued to listen to his harsh words, more of your love would begin to fleet away, and you couldn't afford to lose any more. Despite of all your excessive yelling, you loved Peter. And he meant so much to you. But seeing him in this state, angry and hostile, attacking you viciously with his words, you began to question your future with him.

You couldn't quite fathom what brought on this newfound aggression in your relationship. Though, you had a slight seeking suspicion that it was from all the post-exam stress you both had to endure. Weeks upon weeks of studying and sleepless nights finally took its toll on the both of you. Thus bringing you to this exact moment in time. The once loving home corrupted by the harsh spoken words that fell from both of your lips. Anger and aggression filling the room, space welcoming the negativity with open arms. You had both tainted it...

That was not the boy you fell in love with, but instead somebody meaner, a-kind to venom...

Then again, you weren't a saint yourself either, words you wouldn't have ever thought of saying spilled out of your mouth like toxin. You needed to do something fast to mend your relationship back together...

The mere thought of breaking up with the man hurts you so dearly. You just wanted your loving boyfriend back from what ever abyss he dissapeared off to. Typically your fights never lasted this long, but this one proved to be quite challenging. You just wanted him to stop yelling. But in fear of the unthinkable outcome of your protest, you kept shut and held onto the remaining pieces of your heart. You knew for a fact that Peter would never dear to lay a hand on you, so you tried very desperately to push those thoughts aside. However, his following statements made both tasks very difficult. It was as if he was challenging your composure. Like he wanted the flood gates broken.

Like he wanted you to cave in to the malicious voice whispering in your ear...

His words could've very well be from all the stress, ..or pent up insults and remarks that he'd been silently keeping in. You had no way of telling. You prayed and hoped that it was the first one rather than the assuming latter. Because maybe then, you would consider forgiving him. Even though the words punctured you like bullets, penetrating your inner layers and hurting you in more ways than one. This was not your Peter... You questioned the morals behind his words, were they intended to hurt you, or was it just in the heat of the moment. Regardless, you knew that his words would be something that lingered on forever in your head.

"I don't even know why I stayed this long with you, honestly! What do I even see in you! Stop being so unreasonable! You're easily replaceable, so i don't see why you're acting so high and mighty. News flash y/n, i could do a lot better!"

         And there it was...

His current state and demeanor rivalled that of which the one you used to know. The soft spoken, kind, sweet, shy Peter. The one that still plays with legos despite being nineteen years old. You'd give anything to have him back...

You always knew that Peter could do better, but hearing this from him was a lot different than you saying it to yourself in your head. Before you had started dating you knew he had a chance with Michelle. She was a very pretty girl that went to your university, she was also Peter's chem partner... Michelle was nice, smart, and talented. You were very aware of the little 'thing' they had going on. So to your surprise, when you heard rumors of a certain Peter Parker, looking to ask you out, you almost didn't believe. Hell, you laughed straight into Brad's face and told him he was delusional. If only a hesitant, blush faced Peter wasn't stood right behind you to prove you wrong.

Ever since that day, you questioned Peter's choice. Why did he choose you, when he could've had a chance with Michelle? Someone he was more compatible with... You figured that he saw something special in you that nobody else did. Though, his previous statement proves you wrong and tells you that he doesn't even know why he gave you a chance. You're at a drift, not knowing where this relationship is headed, or where to stand. Knowing that you were replaceable to Peter weakens you. Were you really that insignificant to him? Were you a chore to be around? If so then why did he stay for two years? All these questions ran through your mind as you're frozen in a state of shock. How do you follow such a thing?

You stand silently, wails threatening to break free from your lips, as you shake. Instantly covering your mouth with your palm. You watch as he screamed at you more, words blocked out by the ringing in your ears. Truthfully, you were glad you couldn't hear his words, not knowing how to reciprocate to any more of his personal attacks.

The familiar feeling of despair began to conjure in the pit of your stomach. The tightness in your chest began to focus on your beating heart, constricting you like a boa preying on its meal. Everything around you became a hazy blur as the non stop ringing became more prominent. The cause being your angry boyfriend and his heart-wrenching words. Jolts of anxiety began to climb up from your figure tips, like a thousand spiders crawling on your skin. A feeling you know all too well crept up from behind you. You were beginning to feel frantic and scared, as your breathing became unstable.

You were becoming erratic, desperate to end the fight and be in his arms again.

"What!? Huh, not gonna clap back with some snarky remark. Admit it, you know im right!"

Peter's face was a striking shade of scarlet while he paced back and forth, hands finding themselves tangled in his hair as he mumbled inaudible words. His hair, you remember running your hands through his curly, brown locks this morning when you woke up. Oh, how happy and blissful you both were twelve hours prior to this moment. You both were so content and hopeful with the prospect of your relationship. Being able to finally spend time with each other after a stressful week. Originally, you had planned a date night with Peter. But things began to make a turn for the worse when he began to insult every little thing you did. Now here you were, an hour and forty-five minutes late for your reservations.

A taste for bitterness began to fill your mouth, as your insides churned. Waves of sadness and despair hit you like a tsunami. You suddenly couldn't stand the thought of staying in the same room as Peter. Let alone sleeping in one. Fore his words had impacted you like an arrow through the heart. You felt sick, disgusted, vulnerable, and above all else, hurt.

"God, you're such a fucking bitch sometimes!" Peter spat, but soon after stopped, noticing your sudden change in demeanor. Your once, fuming and aggressive facade was replaced with a much more subdued, fragile, hurt exterior, mirroring how you felt inside. You had given up. The bandage that held your heart together snapped.

You looked up at him, hurt written all over your face. Instantly, Peter rushed your way. He wanted to wrap his arms around you, apologize for calling you a bitch. But stopped when you held your hand out and shook your head, a sob erupting from your mouth. Suddenly, all the hurtful things Peter said rang through his own head.

Oh...

Shit!

"Baby, I-" He started, not knowing how to follow. His mouth suddenly became dry, letting out a sigh of regret. Voice coming out weak and pained. His chest tightening at the sight of what he has done to you. No no no no no no.... Peter knew you weren't the type to forgive and forget. Even if you both manage to somehow recover from this, he knew that his words would always be in your head. You would constantly doubt yourself and his transparency, thinking if it was all an act.

Regret began to eat away at him once again when he noticed your uneven breathing. Another punch in his gut when he took note of your shaking. Peter's eyes quickly darted to yours, his heart breaking when he saw the amount of fear in them. He was uncertain if you were scared of him or your emotions. He wanted it to be the second one. Peter never wanted you to see him in that light. Yet here you were, having an anxiety attack because of him...

He knew that feeling all too well, having suffered from anxiety of his own, but the fact that he was the one to force you into that state shattered him..

"Don't call me that...." You spat coldy, backing away slowly into your shared bedroom. Making sure he didn't follow and locking the door. Once in the cozy room, you sob like la llorona conveying grief. You couldn't bear to see all the happy pictures of you two, when he said so himself, you're nothing special to him. Without thinking, you began to rip off every Polaroid, framed pictures, and drawings from the walls. Not caring of ripping them. You threw them all on the floor. Your vision becoming clouded by tears as you sob. Ruining the white fabric of your oversized sweater with your makeup contaminated tears.

Your body halts, the last remaining picture was of the both of you on your first date. You always considered that day as the happiest moment of your life. But now knowing that you're just a pit stop in Peter's life, the memory manifests into something much darker than obsidian.

You inhale as you looked at the picture one more time. It was you kissing Peter on the cheek. He donned a beautiful cheshire smile, his freckles displaying proudly under the sunlight. He wore a red, hooded sweatshirt with his hero, Iron man's logo depicted on the top right corner. You always love it when he wore sweaters, especially that one. You remembered every emotion you felt as the picture was being taken. Even if you didn't, your expression held it all. You radiated happiness as the butterflies in your stomach became restless. You were so happy...

You sob lightly, your thumb caressing his face as you looked fondly at the picture. Suddenly, words that fell from his mouth earlier replayed in your head. He had purposely attacked your deepest insecurities. Jabbed and taunted you. The Peter you knew would never result to something so cruel and petty. Without putting much thought into it, you began to take the picture out of its frame.

Your ears perking up when you hear the familiar sound of the lock being picked. The jiggling of the doorknob was something you grew accustomed to. Having locked yourselves out of the bedroom on more than one occasion....

Taking one final breath, you rip the picture in two and retreated into the master bathroom. Once the door was slammed shut and locked, all hell broke loose. As if it couldn't have gotten worse alright. Your wails grew louder and more repetitive that you were being to sound like a banshee, mourning for her decaying heart. Eventually, you found yourself curled up in the bathtub, suppressing your cries into your knees as you lowered your head.

Peter finally succeeds in picking the lock, after what seemed like hours, and once he creaked opened the door of your shared bedroom, his heart broke in two. Parts of him began to deteriorate, he wished he had never said those hurtful things. He felt numb and out of touch with reality, sensing his anxiety looming over his shoulder. Peter knew that one of your biggest insecurities was never meaning much to somebody. And that weren't fond of feeling worthless and neglected. He knew your background and upbringing well enough to know just how much you disliked being treated as such.

All he wanted to do was hold you in his arms and kiss your tears away. A pool of sadness brimmed his eyes as he evaluates the damage. From one corner of the room to the other, pictures were left scattered and discarded. The framed drawings of him that you illustrated, sat on the floor of your bedroom, frame cracked and shattered. The Polaroids he held ever so dearly to his heart, littered the bed and floor. He broke down in tears when he sees the torn picture of you both.

How could you vandalize such a treasured memory. But then again, how could he hurt the most precious thing in his life. Seeing the picture ripped apart like this, he knew that somehow he affected your perspective on this whole relationship. His previous words had tainted such beloved memories, and twisted them to seem like nothing more than a one-sided love. He made you question whether he truly loved you or not. Suddenly the realization kicked in, and it kicked in hard. A tsunami of guilt and regret pierced through is heart. His insides churned and it suddenly became very hard to breathe. He suddenly became really aware of how dire this situation was. His following actions may break your relationship if he didn't act wisely.

Peter bends down to hold your piece of the puzzle, a river flow of heart ache cascading down his cheeks, wetting the captured image of you. Your sobs, which had begun to sound like cries of help, due to lack of air, rang threw Peter's ears. Suddenly he grew extremely concerned and rushed to the door, dropping your image.

Immediately, you stop when you heard soft knocks coming from the other end of the door, which was soon followed by cries and sniffling sounds.

"Baby, open the door!" You don't comply with his words and stayed seated in your place, hugging your knees tighter.

"W-what are you gonna do if i don't? Pick the lock and violate my privacy! Just go away P-peter! W-why don't you go find another girl to replace me, because apparently, i-i mean nothing to you!" Screaming at the inanimate door, or more so the person behind it, as you let out a cut short wail. You hated yourself for how weak and broken you sounded. Wishing, you could drown out his stupid words that had already engraved itself deep in your brain.

"Y-you said s-so yourself! I'm easily replaceable! I-if i had known that this relationship was just gonna be one sided then i would've never wasted my time!" Apparent in your tone and words how truly distraught you were, Peter cried harder, cold sweats engulfing his body. He winced at the thought of how broken you were. It only lead him to wonder, what exactly happened and what brought on this fight. Sounding more so a statement rather than a question in his head.

He parted his lips softly, a small whimpering sigh rolling off his tongue.

"Please y/n, just open the door. I-i just want to see you. Please... I-I need to know that you're okay...." his words laced with mixed emotions, such as sorrow and remorse. Despite his current emotional state, Peter's stature looked anything else but composed. God, he was freaking out..

Incoherently mumbling a soft 'please' as he laid his forehead onto the wood door. His hand resting above his head, fist balled tightly, as if ready to start pounding. He was desperate, eyes screwing shut tightly causing a flow of tears to glide down his cheeks. Peter's jaw clenched tightly in frustration, as he beat himself over and over again for saying such things.

After much hesitance, you stood up and made your way to the door. Peter hears the small shuffle and quickly straightens himself out. After seconds of hovering your hand over the knob, you twist it open, instantly unlocking itself and setting free all the pent up emotions. You crack open the door, almost immediately, Peter rushes in and hugs you.

You don't return the hug, silently stiffening in his arms. At that moment, the last few bits of composure you had built back up snaps loose. You become a crying mess in Peter's arms. Feelings of unmeasurable sadness cascade down your cheeks, onto his black long sleeve shirt. You try and push him away, but fail due to his strength. His muscular arms constricting you as if you would fade away.

"Listen to me please." He says softly, tears lightly streaming down his cheeks, though, not to the caliber of yours.

You sniffle lightly, thrashing in his arms. Though, it was no use, his hold was so secure that no amount of resistance would break you free. So, you could do nothing else but endure what he has to say.

"I'm sorry-

Sorry doesn't fix anything Peter, it's just a word!" The teary-eyed male hissed at your words. The amount of hurt and venom your tone held was enough to make his jaw clench and his hold to tighten.

"I know it doesn't, but it's a start. L-look, i didn't mean to say that. I don't know what came over me, or what caused me to say those things. But what i do know is that they were a hundred percent untrue. And i want you to know that..." He pauses briefly to wipe away your tears with his thumb. Dipping his head into the crook of your neck. He took in your floral scent, hoping it would help him regain composure. You feel a tug on your heart at how utterly hurt and small he sounded.

"I love you with all my heart, and that you are the most unique girl I've ever met... If anything i don't know how i even managed to get a girlfriend as beautiful and amazing as you..... Wanna know why I'm with you?" You nod lightly into his chest. His hold readjust itself as he lays his head above yours. Almost content with your slight gesture, but he needed to be sure you were happy.

"It's because you accept me for who i am. You don't pressure me to be perfect all the time, you welcome my flaws with open arms; don't expect anything from me and shower me with so much love everyday... I want you to know that i could never replace you, not that i would ever want to. How did i ever get so lucky... Please y/n, you are one of the most important people in my life.... I-i can't loose you too..." Peter couldn't fathom a future with out you in it. He grew frantic, thinking that this day could be the last together. And that there would be a slight chance that you didn't want to forgive him again. He couldn't let that happen...

"Please say something...." He sighed whilst tears brimmed his eyes, taking your tightening hold on his shirt to keep moving forward.

"Do you remember when we first started dating, that night i texted you that i was frustrated and my anxiety was acting up... And you came over in a heart beat, even though you lived fifteen minutes away... Y-you told me to let it all out, and i cried in your arms for an hour, complaining about everything. I felt so ashamed for crying in front of you, but you told me that i was so brave for accepting my feelings... I know what i said must've hurt you a lot, but I'll do better... I'm sorry for triggering you like that." Peter's tone was barely above whisper, and if he hadn't have said it directly above your ear, you would've missed it. There he was... your Peter....

You thought back to the said memory and smiled fondly, that was the night you both realized that you wanted a more serious title on your relationship. Finally labeling each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. You thought back to all the happy memories you both shared and confirmed that a silly little fight wouldn't get the best of you. Yes, his words might've hurt, but his actions now out ways all of his petty insults. You give into your flourishing heart and forgive him.

Backing away from his chest lightly, you look up at him, gasping slightly at his blood shot eyes. You hesitatly reach up to cup both of his cheeks. Wiping away the remaining tears that streamed down his face. He smiled lightly and leaned into your touch, taking one of your hands in his and place a soft, delicate kiss on it.

"We'll be okay...." You smiled at his comforting words before planting a passionate, loving kiss on his lips. Peter smiled lightly before taking your wrist on his hold and guiding them to wrap around his neck. He deepens the kiss and pulls you closer by your waist.

It was then that he realized that he wanted you to be the only women in his life. And that he wanted nobody else. Suddenly feeling an overly compelling urge in his heart to make up for his actions overcomes him. He was determined to trap you in his web of love again. He couldn't loose you too...

You smile in content, 

          portraying the victim always worked...

'Indeed, we'll be just fine.....'

Perhaps they were both awful people, fooling each other with the reality they both created. But it was done with the intent of love, sick twisted love... He was possessive and she was insecure. And together they were toxin and venom... God forbid anything that tries to get in between them...

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End Note:

For those that don't understand, take notice in Peter's words and how drastically different they are from when he was mad to when he was apologizing. Sweet at first glance but if you really dig deep you'd notice how sugar coated everything seemed, like he's saying what you want to hear. And as for the Reader, I purposely left out how much she contributed to the fight in the beginning to make it seem as though she was the victim, when in reality she was also at fault. The anxiety aspect of this story was very much 'real' since I described what it felt like for me and I wanted her to suffer from anxiety yet have something be a little off. Now, I'm not claiming that the bedroom part was a whole scene to feed her victim persona, but that's up to how you want to view it. This story is subjective and can be taken however way you want to.

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The rise and fall of our love

part one | part two

playlist: broken by jake bugg

no.1 party anthem by arctic monkeys

pairing: james x reader, james x lily 

warnings: language, angst, fluff 

A/N: sooo im back with part two!!! thank you for the fantastic feedback and appreciation you gave me on the first part, and i hope this lives up to your expectations!!!! sending all the love xoxo

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(moodboard made by me)

"How is he?" 

"Y/N…" Remus began, putting down his quill. Your gaze never left the essay in front of him, refusing to see the pity that his stare held. Because that - that glint in his eyes, the way the right corner of his mouth lifted in a poor attempt of a smile - that was pity. 

You shook your head softly. How did it get here? 

"Am I not allowed to know? He won't speak to me or look at me. I almost feel guilty even though I know I haven't done anything wrong." 

"James is…"

"A fool." 

You knew he was trying not to smile. "Yes, that is the obvious answer. But he is still with Lily." 

Of course he is. What he said that day - or rather what he smelt - has been the talk of the school for weeks. People were staring at you in the halls, pointing behind your back - so much that you stopped hanging out anywhere else besides your dorm and the library. 

And James - he never bothered to say anything to you. It hurt more than you expected to, but you didn't let it show. I am fine, you said every time one of your friends asked. Then, you would smile kindly and change the subject. You would see them exchange worried glances - you pretended you didn't notice. Soon they stopped asking, and you stopped pretending. 

"Do they love each other?" Something in your pathetic heart broke at the quiver in your voice. Love.

Love. Never in your life have you heard a more overrated word. So much loss, so much damage made for love. Was it really worth it? The way your stomach dropped and the slight tremble of your lip, the ache that would just not go away - were these the cost of love? 

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. He watched you in awe - as if he read the truth in your eyes. You felt the tears roll on your cheeks, hitting the parchments sprawled on your desk. You let them fall. He opened his mouth, then closed it. 

"I understand." you whispered. 

You got up, but Remus caught your hand. 

"Do you…?" 

You smiled softly. "Does it matter anymore?" 

He let go of your hand and you walked away. 

×××

"Hogsmeade, today?" Sirius asked as he plopped down next to you. He took a big bite of your sandwich - and noticing your icy glare, he put his hand over your shoulder and pressed a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You pushed him off you and wiped your face. 

"Bloody hell! You even kiss like a dog!" you retorted. 

"No, I don't." 

"No, he doesn't." Marlene smirked and you rolled your eyes. 

"Hogsmeade, you were saying?" 

"Yes - Remus and Lily are busy with their important top-secret prefect duties and James has quidditch practice, so it'll be just us. I guess you don't mind third-wheeling for a bit." 

"Can't wait!" you feigned excitement. 

×××

It was freezing, to say the least. You were glad you had two pairs of socks on, otherwise you might have had to postpone the trip and pay a visit to the hospital wing instead. 

"I don't sound like that!" Sirius whined, handing you and Marlene your butterbeer - you've decided to stop at The Three Broomsticks. 

"Of course you do, darling. And may I add that you look ravishing." you purred in your best impression of Sirius' voice. Then, you turned to Marlene and winked. "You are the most gorgeous person in here."

"Careful, that's not true." a voice caught your attention. No, no no no.

"Oi - Prongs, mate! Thought you had quidditch practice!" Sirius clapped him on the shoulder. 

"Got cancelled because of the snow. Hello." he nodded and smiled towards you and Marlene, then pulled a chair at the table. It was the first time he's talked to you in weeks. 

You didn't bother to answer. In fact, you didn't even look at him. The rest of your stay at the pub passed in a haze, with careless answers and quick nods. 

×××

Before you knew it, you were left on a bench with James, waiting for the others to "buy some quills from Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop", as they were in big need of "quills" and "didn't have any left to write the Transfiguration essay we had due Wednesday". Oh, if only you had Transfiguration on Wednesdays! 

"So… how have you been?" James trailed off, rubbing his neck. Ah, so that's how he wanted to play this game.Too bad. 

"Why, James?" you ask, gazing at the shops in front of you. "Why did you ignore me? What happened that day?" 

He sighed. "I don't know. I- I made a mistake. You shouldn't have found out, not like that." 

"You have some guts, don't you?" you spat. 

"Excuse me?" You faced him. That face - the face you dreamt about, the one you kept telling yourself you hated - you missed that face, you missed him so much that you were glad you were sitting down, for you might as well have fallen to your knees. 

"Do you know how it is," you started, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes, "to feel so alone that you find yourself crying without a reason? Do you know how it feels to spend your nights wondering why you weren't enough - what you did to deserve this? Even if you did nothing wrong?"

"Do you know how it's like to watch the person you love drift away from you? To watch that person become a stranger? Do you know how it felt to know that you wouldn't even look at me?" You were now shouting. "Tell me, James! Look me in the eyes and tell me!" 

Silence. You watched him trying to find an answer and you silently begged him to say something. 

"Do you love me?" he whispered incredulously. Not that. 

"Would it change anything if I said I do?" 

"I don't know."

"Do you still love her?" You couldn't say her name. 

"I don't know." He let his head fall in his hands. For the first time in weeks, you laughed. You laughed until your vision went blurry, until you felt the salty taste of your tears. 

"You know nothing, James Potter." you sneered, then got up. 

You made your way back to the castle alone. 

×××

"Guys guys I have the most amazing idea." Sirius came rushing in the Great Hall, managing to trip and almost fall. He quickly regained his composure and continued running as if nothing had happened. 

"That's new." Remus said while reading the prophet. 

It's been weeks since that night in Hogsmeade, weeks in which you've avoided James at all costs, despite his numerous attempts at conversation. 

"I'll choose to ignore that." Sirius glared at his friend, then continued. "Don't you all want to go for a dip?" 

"I think I speak for all of us when I say that I do not intend to die in the freezing lake on a lovely day of winter." You scowl, munching on your pastries. You loved pastries. (mood) 

Sirius smirked. "I'm glad you are all so joyous so early in the morning, but for your knowledge, I wasn't talking about the lake. My dear, smartass friends, I was thinking of crashing the Prefects bathroom!" 

That got your attention. You looked at Remus full of hope and he shrugged. 

"And how exactly are we going to do that? "

"Well, this is where our prefect friends come in handy."

"Lily would never help you do this." James cuts in. 

"That's why I wasn't planning on inviting her." Much to your surprise James didn't object. "You forgot about our other prefect friend - and I'm looking at you, Moony." 

You all looked at Remus who seemed a tad bit uncomfortable. "I guess - alright? But if anyone catches us, it's your fault." he pointed his finger at Sirius. 

"I solemnly swear." He put his hand over his heart, then winked. 

×××

"Looks like your plan to ignore James isn't gonna last." Marlene said while stuffing all the towels she could find in her bag. 

"I'm aware of that." You really were. You've mentally prepared yourself to spend the night in the same room with him for the past week. "Ready? The boys are waiting." 

"Yeah, let's go." You were to go to the bathroom in groups of three using the cloak, then spend the night there. 

"Alright," Sirius' head popped from under the cloak "we'll go together - Remus, James and Peter are already there. Come on." he whispered. 

You got to the bathroom in no time and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach. You felt pathetic - you were all going to hang out as friends. 

Marlene's hand squeezed yours - everything will be alright. It was your thing; back in the day, you used to do this every time the other would be anxious about something. You looked at her and smiled, squeezing back twice - I know. 

You entered and your mouth flew open.  You've never seen a more luxurious bathroom before. The "bathtub" was easily the size of a medium sized pool. Greek caryatids held the archways, and the stained glass windows reflected their patterns on the marble floor tiles. 

"I suddenly feel bad for not working harder to be a prefect - if I had known this would be my bathroom, I would've gladly learnt the entire History of Magic coursebook by heart" Marlene said, with a small pout on her face and her arms crossed. 

"Same here." Your gaze followed the sculptures on the ceiling and slowly fell on him. He looked angelic - the way the coloured moonlight caressed his face, the faint blush on his cheeks - made him part of the setting. 

There was no point in lying to yourself. You liked him, despite everything he's done, everything he's said, you continued to like him. All those comforting lies you've said were trying to cover the inevitable truth, the truth which had been well hidden somewhere deep inside your soul. Until now. 

You stripped out of your clothes, fully aware of his impertinent stare. You stepped into the pool, sighing in pleasure at the warmth of the water. 

"Wanna play anything?" you asked no one in particular. 

"Oh, we should play shoulder wars!" Sirius exclaimed excitedly.

"I think I'm gonna skip this!" Peter announced from his chair. 

You looked at James, then turned to Remus. You rose your eyebrows inquisitively, and he smiled kindly. 

"I guess imma skip this one as well." James said, slightly disappointed. 

"Come on, Marls, we gotta kick some ass."

And so did the games begin. 

×××

You were trying, and failing miserably to keep your balance on Remus' shoulders. 

"Haha- losers!" Marlene laughed. It was your sixth time losing.

"Y/N, I think I'll give up now, before this becomes too humiliating." Remus said while getting out of the water and pulling out his book. 

"No Remus, you can't give up now! I know we can do this!" you saw him sit comfortably in an armchair, and something clicked into your mind. "You ditch me to read? And sabotaged me? Remus John Lupin, I'm disappointed."

"Take Prongs instead, he's far more competitive than I am." he smiled innocently. So this was his plan. 

You turned to James, and he got up excitedly. You got on his shoulders, and his hands tentatively touched your legs. You saw Marlene and Sirius smirking and you glared at them. 

×××

The score was close. It was the match point. Marlene was desperately trying to push you when you came up with the winning idea. You splashed some water into her face, obstructing her vision. Then, you tickled her and she fell. 

"And that's how it's done!" you shout, raising your fist. Marlene's head appeared from under the water, clearly mad. 

"That was not fair!" 

"There's no such thing as fair!" Marlene smirked, as if she was saying oh, really? and pushed James with such brute strength that he fell, taking you with him. 

He caught you before your head could hit the bottom. He lifted you up bridal style and you put your left hand around his neck and moved the other one from your nose to his shoulder. You stayed in his arms, not wanting to let go. You were gazing into each other's eyes, breathing heavily, when it hit you. 

You loved him. 

And he was still with Lily. 

You pulled away from his embrace, breaking the stare. "It's not right - Lily…" you mutter, getting out of the water. 

The others seemed all deeply interested in Remus' book. You could even hear Sirius asking questions about the plot. You turned away; James was still in the pool, in the same place, trying to make out the meaning of what happened. 

It wasn't fair. 

Life wasn't fair. 

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