#i feel like...he found out im a loser and fell out of love with me

[cyzi4]

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐘𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

A/n: this is me coming back from the dead. I fr couldn’t come up with any ideas but im back and im gonna try my best to be consistent 🤗

You and Light had met in high school. You were new and the teacher asked Light to show you around and get you acclimated to the new school.

At first, Light didn’t want to have someone following him around like a lost puppy, but when you sat next to him and started up a conversation with him, you piqued his interest.

Light fell for you almost immediately (though you’d never know that due to his innate ability to hide his true intentions and feelings.) You were intelligent and so kind to everyone around you. He saw you as the perfect girl. His perfect girl. It became his ultimate goal to make you fall for him.

He would do some simple acts of service, walking you to all your classes under the guise of “I wouldn’t want you to get lost, you’re still new after all.” No matter how many times you insist you know where you’re going, he’d still walk with you like the obsessive man gentleman he is.

Then, Light would buy you a few gifts. He would buy you little snacks, (all of your favorites he found on your socials which he would stalk check from time to time.), stuffed animals, and really anything he thought would make you smile.

Now, at this point, Light had started to notice your kindness wasn’t just saved for him. You were just oh so kind to this one boy in your shared class with Light. The boy was an idiot, plan and simple. He was always asking for your help and your answers, which you eagerly gave him. It made Light almost lose his composure. Surely you realized that loser was just using you? No. You were too kind and naive to realize.

Light nearly lost it when he asked you to come over for one of your study sessions (which mostly consisted of watching movies in his room instead of actually studying) and you declined. Stating you had a date.

A.

Date?!

Light, as calmly as he could muster, asked who the lucky guy was, and to his utter distain, it was that blundering idiot who would always beg for your attention and pity. Light forced a smile and wished you good luck on your date, silently scheming on how to put a stop to it.

Now, Light had never imagined using the death note on anyone who wasn’t a criminal. And at first he didn’t think about using it on that loser. He tried to have a calm and polite conversation with him, but instead he overheard a conversation with that guy and his friend. He was calling you easy, and that he was definitely going to get to laid. It made Light sick. Light was going to enjoy snuffing his life out, even if it would be indirect.

After the deed was done, Light didn’t expect to see you at his doorstep, face stained with tears and asking if you could stay with him for a bit. Of course Light let you in, how could he not when you looked so sad? He was going to do his best to make you feel better.

Light let you cry on his shoulder while you spoke about being stood up. He played with your hair and shushed your cries. Deep down he knew he was the cause of your misery, but, he was intent on making your sorrows disappear. He spoke so sickening sweetly into your ear, whispering how he’d never stand up a beautiful girl like you. That made you smile. His plan was going even better than he anticipated.

After that day, you and Light were more attached. You really started to fall for Light. And Light started to notice it too. So he decided to finally just ask you out. “Be mine, please?” He looked at you so lovingly, how could you decline?

When you two started dating, Light started to get possessive. Any guy who even looked your way started to get anonymous threats warning them to stay away. If they still tried to get in your good graces, their picture would be found in an obituary within a week. You noticed how guys started to disappear from around you, but your sweet, caring, loving boyfriend couldn’t be behind it, could he?

Light would even be jealous if you spent too much time (in his eyes) with your friends. “You want to be around them more than me, don’t you?”

You would’ve noticed these red flags plain as day if you were dating anyone other than Light Yagami. He’s just so good at manipulating people. He’ll always make you forget with his gifts and his kind words. He’ll make you think you’re just awful for thinking that your sweet, sweet boyfriend could be anything other than that.

But even in his twisted, obsessive ways, he still loved you to death. You were always his poison. He would never lay a finger upon you or make you do anything you didn’t want to. He loved to be in control but you (even if unknowingly) had all the control over him.

Light would do anything and everything for you. If you wanted everyone in your school to disappear? He’d make it happen. Even though he knows you’d never request something so vile. But anything and everything he had the power to do for you, he’d do it in an instant. Its just the obsessiveness gentlemen in him.

[serejae]

WE CANT BE FRIENDS | 23. BUT I FEEL SO SEEN IN THE NIGHT

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"so are you guys like friends now?" woonhak asked as he recorded the 3 of you guys walking to the park together for a shoot.

"yep, we're best friends!" jaehyun said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "don't push it myung" you glared at jaehyun making him turn to you and sulk, "you said we were friends though" he mumbled.

when you guys finally got to the park woonhak ran away hiding somewhere trying to find a good place to record you both without being caught. as he found a space, he zoomed into you and jaehyun walking. it was quiet for a bit before jaehyun spoke up "I'm sorry...i don't know why I'm so awkward alone with you..." he laughed slightly. you turned over to him and grinned at his loserness, "you're fine, we just worked things out like...yesterday. i wouldn't expect you to be all buddy-buddy with me you know?" he nodded and it went back to silence.

...

"how was your date with jaehyun?"

"i didnt go on a date with you...do you mean the fish one?"

"nono, JEONG jaehyun"

making an 'o' shape with your mouth you nodding understanding him now

"it was okay...i mean you should know, you were there." you smiled "i mean, it seemed like he was more on a date with me than you, he just ignored you and talked to me the whole time." "wow, way to rub it in myung..."

"no! i didn't mean it like that, i just wanted to know if you liked him or anything...just curious..." he peeked at you to see your head turned to him as you guys kept walking "well i didn't get to know him that much to like him you know? maybe if me and him actually TALKED, i could've but he wanted to go to a shooting range..."

jaehyun busted out laughing to which you playfully hit his arm "i took you on a better first date right?" he turned to look at you. and maybe it was the first time he fully looked at you since you two had met again but it seemed to him that you had gotten more beautiful than before, which he didn't even know was possible but it felt like he fell in love again for the first time. "you took me to a trampoline park on our first date..." "which was fun right?" "yeah, it was fun...really fun actually, then you took me to the laundromat because i told you my washing machine broke and you needed to do laundry" "hey we had hours to talk, a vending machine to which i paid for anything you wanted, as well as fresh laundry to come home to" "i never told you how much i enjoyed that, or when we went to the lame comedy club and wrote down our rankings on a piece of paper" you both stared laughing as you remembered the moment "i remember silly soosan, all we could write on her ranking was 'boo tomato tomato'" laughing you slightly lean towards him. "remembering these moments reminds me that our relationship wasn't so bad" you said looking at your feet, jaehyun nudged you a bit "ouch, but fair enough...

do you ever wonder how our relationship could've been if i didn't mess it up? like what would we be doing right now?"

"probably at another laundromat, ive been too lazy to do laundry."

"oh i get it, you would want me to do your laundry for you"

"and you would do it"

"i would..." he said under his breath

"what'd you say?"

"nothing."

"you would do my laundry?" you repeated

"oh i hate people like you, you guys pretend not to hear something then say exactly what i just said

but im serious." he stopped walking and held your hand making you stop to look at him

"what would we be doing if we stayed together"

"do we fix our issues?" you asked

"i mean we would have to sooner or later" jaehyun tilted his head slightly grinning

"do you choose music over me?"

"well, since we fixed our issue, no. no i wouldn't choose music over you"

"then we'd be-" you were cut off by your name being called.

"YN! YN!"

turning your head you see jeong jaehyun running towards you. when he caught up to you and jaehyun, jeong jaehyun caught his breath "hey..." he looked at you before turning to myung jaehyun. "whats uo Brodie" jeong said as he dabbed up myung.

"yn..." jeong jaehyun started "i wanna make it up to you and take you on a date to fix the first one"

jaehyun 1 felt like jaehyun 2 shouldve just slapped him at that point.

suddenly woonhak and leehan jumped ontop of jeong jaehyun

"WHAT THE FUCK- YN ILL PICK YOU UP AT 7 TOMORROW"

"KEEP WALKING

KEEP WALKING"

"NO-"

"JUST KEEP TALKING ILL TAKE CARE OF THIS"

"YN-"

the mix of leehan and woonhak fighting jeong jaehyun made you and the original jaehyun run.

[abreathlessplace]

im dying

im slowly dying but its okay.

im slowly dying but its okay, your the only one i desire. im slowly dying but its okay, to be seen is to be loved. im slowly dying with nobody that understands me. the ocean might understand me but you won’t.

do people only love me because they couldn’t find someone better to love?

im slowly dying but its okay. take my hand, i’ll protect you and you’ll protect me.

im sorry mom for not being the perfect daughter you’ve always wanted. i keep forgetting i am here, as a person. no one ever told me; in love you drown. desired but never loved they said.

life is more than being alive, my head spins and i am back in my childhood home. where love is everywhere.

where did that love go? i never hated you, i couldn’t hate you if i tried. believe me, i have tried. i stay home a lot, listen to music and think too much.

baciami, kiss me. i wonder what i look like in your eyes. i fell in love with you because you loved me when i couldn’t love myself.

the bastard winked at me, the only thought in that moment was ‘oh shit’.

am i difficult to love, or am i just unloveable? every time a man yells, you are seven years old again.

we drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel so sick. its all lie, darling.

you said you wouldn’t and you did it anyways. silly me, thinking you cared and she used to be the sweetest girl, she cared. i always cared. that’s my problem.

let me die first or i will die twice. tell me how i can love you in a way that it feels like love for you. he smelled of cigarettes and sadness.

people are people, and sometimes it doesn’t work out. if you feel nothing then why are you shaking?

when im lost in my own head, i look for you but you are nowhere to be found. sometimes i noticed when you glanced at me in the hallways, and when i passed your classes or when our eyes used to meet.

im not stupid. im too sober for this i told myself, but after all this time, i can’t believe i still want you. i don’t know why im still hoping like an idiot.

my heads so loud, i want to turn it off.

im slowly dying but its okay. i wish i could just ask you what you think of me. i worshipped the myth i made of you, but im off my knees now.

i wish i could have saved you, please forgive me. i am my own ghost haunting the memories i love the most. when i first saw you, i knew it was going to end soon. starved of love and anything good.

i want to live not just survive. i guess im not just a thing you left behind.

im sorry to break it to you, but that little girl isn’t coming back anytime soon.

i want to feel again, i want my time back please and if we don’t talk again, remember i loved you.

i forgave you a long time ago, but i never forgot the words you told me that night and what if i told you about what happened that night? the night where you weren’t there and i had to take care of myself, while another man was touching my skin and it wasn’t your touch-

stop, you’re creating problems in your head again stop that.

im slowly dying inside but its okay. i’ll be okay.

this is a game. no wrong, no rights only a winner and a loser (we’re not that different, you and i)

[truly-a-snitch]

helloo just found this blog and love ur work <3

it says requests r open but I don't trust myself and so if they are, can I request pegging w dazai and chuuya (separate ofc) w a dom reader (idk why I'm specifying is it even possible to make a sub reader peg 💀💀)

im just a woman w simple needs ik it's boring 😔👊

never fear anon i too need to peg dazai and chuuya this is not boring at all. youre gonna ravish these losers

also yes it is possible for a sub to be doing the pegging !! dom/sub is just about whos in charge/who has power in any given encounter, not whos topping/bottoming. (see: succubus reader/dazai drabble i did, dazai was on top but subbing) thank you for specifying because i probably wouldve made this dom chuuya if u hadnt lol

warnings/tags: gn reader !!, can be read as strap or dick, praise w both, hair pulling w dazai, body worship sorta w dazai, brat!chuuya, youre a lil mean to chuuya (sexual style), overstim w chuuya, pet names used: darling, dearest, thing (for dazai); hon, toy (for chuuya)

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Dazai

He was so easy to please when you actually managed to get him bent over something- usually a counter in your kitchen, though this time you had actually made it to the bedroom before bending him over. All it took was a few nice words and well-placed kisses, and he unraveled underneath you. Today seemed to be no exception.

"Ah, fuck," Osamu whined when you thrusted into him particularly harshly, melting into the sheets.

"Shh, I know, darling," you teased, admiring the way he squirmed under you, barely able to hold himself up anymore. You had covered him with hickies so dark you wondered for a moment how long they would take to fade. (A week? Two?) "Such a good little thing for me, taking me so well. There we go, dearest."

He was shaking already. As was expected. The poor darling was incredibly touchstarved, it only made sense he'd be so sensitive.

"Aw, you gonna cum? Poor thing," you said, fingers finding his hair and carding gently through, then yanking his head back harshly and earning a whimper at the movement. His mouth opened to try and formulate a reply, but he fell into moans again instead at a harsh thrust on your part. His arms gave out under him, and he melted into the sheets all over again.

"Fuck," he hissed. If you didn't know him better you'd assume you had hurt him. "Fuck, 'm close."

You cooed gently when he let out a moan that hitched up into a whimper, somehow falling even more pliant under you. You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his neck, and he shivered.

"Go ahead and cum whenever, darling," you said, and only a moment later he let out a broken groan as he came. You gently worked him through it, only pulling out when he was twitching from the aftershocks of orgasm and his fingers scrambled for hold in the sheets, as if he wanted to anchor himself to something. As if he feared you'd overstimulate him.

(You weren't above that, so he was definitely right to be worried, but you would just save that for next time.)

Chuuya

Chuuya talks a lot of shit for a man who so easily melts under you. He likes to tease you, get you all riled up while he's protected by the veil of being out in public. Always keeps it up until you get back to your shared apartment where- if he's teased you enough- he usually gets dragged to the bedroom by the collar of his shirt. (Or, on days you feel like meticulously unwinding him and teasing him right back, a palm pressed firmly to his lower back.)

Like right now.

Because, as usual, he had gone and teased you all day. It had worsened during dinner, with him purposely using phrases and pet names and the like, ones that he knew got your mind wandering. Ones he knew he'd deal with the consequences of the moment you got home.

And he was pinned beneath you right now, one arm twisted almost painfully behind his back and the other struggling to hold himself up.

He let out a whine as he tried to rock his hips back into yours.

"Hm? What's that, hon?" you asked, gripping his arm a bit tighter, twisting it a bit farther- and his hips stilled again. He breathed in pointedly, and a shiver visibly ran up his spine. "Feels good, I take it?"

"You are so mean," he muttered, voice shaky. Almost breaking. It was as if his resolve was about to give in on itself, about to collapse under its own weight.

"I know, how dare I give my darling toy what he's been begging for all night," you teased. "Don't think I didn't see what you were doing at dinner, hon. Those bedroom eyes are going to be the death of me one of these days."

He shivered again, and the tension began to melt out of his frame. You recognized this. He was close.

"Aw, hon, you gonna cum?" you teased, pace relentless. He nodded and let out a low moan. "Already? I've hardly had my fun yet."

Chuuya shivered again, let out a sharp whine, and a moment later he was spilling over. The tension in his body completely evaporated, and a moment later he was biting back an overstimulated sob as you kept going.

"Fuck, wait, it hurts," he said, voice shakily. "Slow down."

"Hm?" you hummed, then pretended to contemplate. "No, hon, I don't think so. You wanted me so badly earlier, whispering the dirtiest things in my ear on the train. You could hardly contain yourself. It'd be downright cruel of me to stop now."

[hyena-matas]

Sisters, Raili and Raija

Raili was a sister of My grandmorher, never had kids of her own, she kinda was like third grandmorher to me as achild. She fell in love with a Canadian scam man when se was younger, he Brooke her into such pieces she eventually she never loved again, and passed away about a decde ago. I miss her, she was kind, helpfull and truly loving. I miss her and I regret that some toxic person made me run away from Every body and i missed her lasr y years while fueled with alcohol and and helplesness, i fell like i was s burden for her to meet or even speak to. But i think she loved me as i am, truly.

Raija is My fathers mother, so basically The woman who gave birth to a man who would become My worst nightmare. Which is so hard to understand, because she is the sweetest lady whod you ever meet. How would someone like herself raise such and toxic, dangerous and unhealty person. All the the love she gave was in vein. I hope she has found The peace within herself, since she never did anything wrong, except once she got high on clonazepam on her sister birthday birthy and was it was delightful.

I know i should calll her, i want to, but something still need healing before going Back to them, If i ever Will. B

But to me she truly is a woman who gave me My body The Day it is and moves and relaxes. And she has brought lot of good on My charecter. , she made me a good drawer, Explorer and she made me funny. She made me feel beatyful and powerfull, while somehow i have always known smothing she went through is something we dont talk about, and I wish i do not share her future as a crazy old lonely artist who hids parts of herself under bibe, tradition orn fear. When on her age (If i heti so unlucky) i want to dance en in The rain like her without actually doing ot, but The idea is sucha beautiful thouhgt. I Need more thoughts like this and i Will fucking win this war for The mothers before me.

But she is the bestest mummo in The world, when i turned to Vegan she immeaditly made me a vegan pizza with a fucking vegan cheese. Shes an grestt artistwith sculptructing, drawing ne making places feel aeatetich and homely is something few can. I guess The asnwer is prbobabbly behind accepting yotourself as you are and understnding youre worty (and filthy hahaha) of love whatever you Carryon with you from past. And If no one Else loved you, you can. Its takes Time but im sure i Will someday.

Sorry i had mushrooms yesyersay so i feel connectwed to people from past. Its. Good to let it out, please consider it If youre going through something that feells owherwhelming. Sharing is Caring and when it involves a cock count me on, daddy 🥰��

Tank you for spending Time with My thoughts, hopefully it wasnt all about being loser, but i DI know how to go that best.

I am doing fine, no Need to worry, thanks for asking, im just going through some heavy shit but i can put it on My pictuers and on My stories and songs or even a fucking pornomovie If ot would Make me fwel happy. Not a Bad idea thouhgt, keep asking pervwrerts. Weidr to talk about your Granada and your desire to Be gay pro0stiture in a Woods with Lost of lovely ladys and one special Guy who sing me songs that i love and Make sure i drink enoughh water and hold me when i lose The grip. And fucks me sensless and loves me gently.

[darlingsfandom]

omg omg omg!!! Can we have a "time was never in our side" or like "The One Who Got Away" fic with Cillian (or any cill character) and Reader? btw, love your writing ❤

thank you baby doll✨

TW: cheating , not proofread! This is obviously an AU!

His eyes had to be playing tricks on him. He couldn’t believe that you were standing there in his favorite green dress with the little pink flowers on it, it was a dream! It was a dream! He convinced himself it was dream that you were standing there in that dress across the street smelling the flowers at the local flower shop.

He was standing in the middle of the street holding a bag of cheese from the small little shop he enjoyed visiting. Cillian watched you pick up a sunflower and examine it. Sunflowers were always your favorite. They made you smile so hard you’d get little crinkles on your face that he enjoyed. A feeling of sadness washed over him because this wasn’t a dream! You were really standing there holding a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers in your hands.

“Cillian? Are you alright?” His wife asked as he watched you. You looked so peaceful, full of life and somehow younger than he remembered.

“Yeah yeah just getting a little tired.” He turned to her and it hit him, he should’ve never married her. It was you! It’s been you. It’s always been you. You were his love and he had let you get away years ago. Things were great between the two of you but he never said “I love you” when he had the chance.

“Let’s get ya home yeah?” She pulled on his arm making him look back at you and it was as if the universe was listening because as he went to look at you, you were looking at him with confusion until he actually looked at him and a smile appeared on your lips. You gave a wave and he waved back. Lucky for him his wife was busy on her phone in that moment.

You walked across the street with confidence until he seen that he had a ring on his finger and her arm was looped through his, the smile fell off your face. You stopped just a few steps ahead of him before looking over your shoulder to see him looking back at you like a lost puppy.

Very quickly you looked in your purse, scribbled down your number on an old receipt and walked back towards him. His wife had her back turned him as she was talking on the phone. You put the crumbled paper in his back pocket. Both of you shared a look that made your heart flutter .

The night he dialed your number and prayed you answer.

“Hello?” You answered but the sound of your voice made his brain shut off.

“Hello?” You asked again and still no words. Was he really calling you while his wife was asleep in the other room? To be fair he had heard her talking to someone else a few nights ago and found a few texts to a number that wasn’t saved that made his blood boil .

“Look im hanging up n—“

“Wait! It’s me.” He spoke up in a panic.

“Cillian? I’m surprised.”

“Well ya gave me yer number and in front of my wife…”

“I figured , she seems … lovely ?” You forced the word out.

“Yeah I guess ya could say dat… but if she was why would I be callin ya?”

“I don’t know Cillian , why are you calling me? You could’ve just thrown my number away. You must’ve felt what I did earlier .”

“I miss ya okay, I miss us..”

“There’s wasn’t an us cillian ! You wouldn’t open up to me! I waited for so long and you ran away! And now you’re happily married while my loser of boyfriend is cheating on me and you know the sad part…” you hiccuped With anger…

“I caught him in the act! With your wife! That’s right! Soon as I seen you with her I couldn’t keep that information in! You deserve better!”

“Yer messing with me! There’s no way she’s dining that!”

“Oh yeah? Follow her to her gym class tomorrow at 4pm! Call me then you asshole!” And with that you hung up. Cillian couldn’t believe it. He knew about the text and pictures and calls but how in the hell did it end up to be your husband ? How did the universe manage that.

Cillian waited for his wife to leave before he followed her to her class. He watched her enter only to leave a few minutes later with another man. He ran his hands over his face before he gave you another call.

“Hello?”

“Ya were right … I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault.”

Cillian sighed into the phone while rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Can ya meet me somewhere?” He asked.

“I’m outside the gym.” Cillian popped up and looked around. You were sitting in a chair on the patio of the bakery next door. He hung up and ran to you. You were stirring your drink slowly while kicking your foot in the air .

“Did you know I was going to be here?” He asked as he sat across from you.

“I had a feeling. You always let your curious side get the best of you.” You flicked the straw before sitting up straight.

“So what happens now?”

“That’s up to you Cill! I have divorce papers ready on the counter since I know he’s taking her back to our place. You could stay married or divorce her. Oh! Would you look at that?” Your phone started to ring.

“How may I help you?” You smirked.

“What the fuck are these papers?” Cillian heard him screaming through your phone.

“Oh those , those are called divorce papers honey! Did fucking her make you too stupid to read?”

“I’m not , what are you talking about ?” He was trying to deny it.

“I bet in about a minute her phone is going to ring.” Cillian took the hint and called her. You put your phone on speaker as your husband went silent when the sound of the phone ringing was loud.

“Hi honey !” Echoed through Cillians phone.

“Where are you?” He asked and she could hear all the non sense happening.

“I umm..”

“I wouldn’t lie if I were ya, I know you’re sleeping with my friends husband. You’re looking at him being yelled at about divorce papers right now because of you! And guess what, you’re getting some too! So ya two can have each other.” Cillian hung up and so did you!

You and Cillian had been apart for over five years and now the universe brought you back together with cheating spouses to reconnect the two of you. The universe was a funny thing because this was his second chance to make things right with you ! This was his time to show you how important you really are!

[louisisalarrie]

https://www.tumblr.com/awesomefringey/753370197897969664/httpsxcomshalarryystatus1801861513407246519

OMG…I mean WTF is this?! I don’t believe it for a second. Such a private guy would no way be pulling 10 women up to his room so publicly. I mean he was only in Mexico 5 minutes…when did he possible have the time to f*ck all their women?!!

No wonder Lou likes to disappear when he’s not touring. He’s clearly had enough of trolls like this…

I am interested to know though about the comment about him getting into trouble for smoking pot in a hotel room (have we heard anything about this elsewhere?) and what video they claim to have passed on to the media. Have you heard anything about this? What horrible people they seem!

So I saw this last night, and I feel like they meant to post it to wattpad instead??? how silly of them!!

but also… I have so many questions for these losers

1. So it was her, and her friend, but how do they know about 10 other people? Did he put them all in a group chat, say “thnks fr th mmrs” and leave?

2. If you’re seen and he wants you, security will ask you if you wanna go to Louis’ room and “hang out”… ok so are we like 15 yr olds using that language?

3. Where tf is he seeing you anyway? Are you front row and louis points you out mid show and stops singing, tells security IMMEDIATELY, and then after the show finishes they find you and make you wait an hour to go to the hotel?

4. If you’re outside the hotel… again, where tf is he seeing you? From the top floor while smoking a cigarette he’s like “oh yeah bro I want that one” and points at you even though he can barely see you

5. How is he amazing in bed if he’s selfish and doesn’t get you off too? Like… that doesn’t sound enjoyable to me whatsoever, bit confused about that one tbh, which leads me to believe these folks may be too young to have even ever had an orgasm/sex. How does that make you touch the sky? Maybe touch some grass instead besties

6. I have no idea what the weed report incident thing is, and so that part is confusing too

7. Everyone who smokes loves a cigarette after sex, it’s an excellent feeling hahahaha so that’s not unbelievable

8. Then he just… fell asleep. And you and your bestie took videos of louis naked in bed… and his security was nowhere to be found? To check your phone when you leave his hotel room? To make sure you didn’t steal anything? To escort you out? okay that makes sense yeah sweet his security sound really professional

9. So they’ve claimed they’ve sold the video to a media outlet. What do you think is gonna happen when it doesn’t get released? “Oh louis’ team must have paid them off but we still have the video but we’ll never show it” yeah ok sure

10. May I kindly remind everyone, once again, about Raven-Symoné’s chat re NDAs and sexy time. There are occasional, slip ups, sure, but he’s not this fucking stupid I don’t care how stoned or drunk he is

anyway, obviously they’re lost, and they’ve missed out so much detail in their little fanfic that it doesn’t even make sense in the slightest. He was seen going straight to the airport after shows, im positive he isn’t having afternoon delights due to how busy and tight his schedule is (I’ve seen it) and that he isn’t an idiotic teenage boy. it’s just so damn laughable. And I think we should all probably just remember the receipts we’ve gotten (like the Chilean UA acct one about Harry in louis’ hotel) and the difference between that, and this. because it’s strikingly obvious

oh and also he is in a long term relationship with a man. so. that kind of discredits this all anyway.

[xxemosceneacidscumxx]

Jeff the killer x FEM! Reader

~A Blinkless Gaze~

Part three

(Song: Take it away by The Used)

This time I woke up to mom tapping me. "Okok im up I'm up" I said forcing myself to sit up and stretch. I sighed and got ready, doing the normal stuff. Eventually it was time to go again. We got there, mom talked to Jan, and we went to a different room this time. "Mom where are we?" I asked. "We're early so Hal has to wake our patient." Oh. I leaned against the wall as we waited. Suddenly the door opened. "Cmon now" I heard Hal say. "Shut the hell up." I heard Jeff reply sounding angry. I moved to stand next to mom. "I don't know why the hell-" Jeff's eyes met mine again. He cocked his head to the side. I held back a giggle and just smiled. He smiled back. Well ok, he was already smiling, but he smiled with his mouth. My eyes nervously flickered to mom to see if she saw what happened. I couldn't tell. All four of us made our way to the rec room, and we sat down. Mom was talking Hal's leg off. I looked at Jeff. He was already staring at me. Now we just stared at each other. I made a stupid face as a joke. He made one back. I giggled silently. So did he. We were just smiling at each other. Mom walked off somewhere. I didn't mind though. I took it as an opportunity to speak to Jeff. "Hi." I said. "How're you" he responded. "I'm good, and you?" He bobbed his head side to side rolling his eyes. "I could be doing funner things.. I'd love to stick my knife into his head he's so dumb." I just stared, not knowing how to respond. Well he is a serial killer. He started laughing. "What's funny?" I asked. "Your face." I smiled. Mom and Hal walked over. "What're y'all laughing about." Mom asked looking at me specifically, none too amused. "Jeff said a funny joke." I said looking to Jeff. He was still smiling. "Well what was it?" Hal asked. "Wanna hear a dirty joke? A boy fell in a mud puddle." Jeff said. I just giggled. The day dragged on, except I talked to Jeff a little more often throughout the day, even with mom near. I could kinda feel this pull in my chest at Jeff and I liked it. We made small talk all day. At lunch we talked about our favorite foods, music, and hobbies. (Besides killing). Then it was time to go home. "Bye Jeff." I said. "Peace" he said. Me and mom made our way to the car. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but it's dangerous and you need to stop." Mom said sounding urgent. "What're you talking about?" She gave me the mom glare. I dropped the subject. We got home and, I ate my favorite food and went to sleep. The next day I slept in, as it was mom's day off. I woke up and went to go get some food. "Y/n get dressed there's someone I'd like you to meet." "Who?" I asked, mouthful of food. "You'll see." She said smiling. I went and got presentable. There was I knock at the door. "I'll get it" mom said. She opened the door for a man, about her age. He looked a little dodgy to me. But what do I know. "This is my boyfriend John, he'll be living with us." What the hell i just met him. Whatever. "Hi." I said forcing a smile. "Hello." He said.

3rd person

In a matter of weeks his true colors showed, drinking yelling, cussing etc.

Y/N's pov

I knew something was up with that loser, I should've said something. I thought bitterly as I cleaned the kitchen. Mom got back from the store. John was asleep on the couch. "Hi y/n" "hi" I said frowning. Suddenly mom whispered close to my ear. "It's only to help with the bills." I looked confused. She pointed to john's drunk ass. "Oh" I said. The next day it was finally time to go to the hospital again. I was excited to see Jeff again. Then I came to a horrifying realization. I like him. Mom can't figure it out. We made our way to the rec room again I looked for Jeff and found him. Mom chatted it up with another nurse. Nobody was looking so I went over to Jeff. "Hi" I said eagerly. "Where've you been?" He asked. "Mom was off yesterday." He cocked his head to the side. "You look tired. What happened." I didn't have anyone to tell so why not tell Jeff. I told Jeff everything about john and how terrible he was. "That can be fixed." He said. "What?" "Nothing" uhm ok. "So how're you?" I asked . "Same basic shit." He said. we stared at each other. That's what we do when we don't know what to talk about. We did that a lot today. Time to go rolled around. I don't wanna go home. "Bye, Jeff." I said. He reached his arms up like he was gonna hug me, but the chains stopped him. Hal and mom looked at him crazy. "Bye." I hugged him. It felt amazing. I didn't wanna let go. But I had to. I went home and the usual happened. John had his dickhead friends over. And mom served them. I was thinking about Jeff. I wanted him close to me forever. I fell asleep thinking about how I hugged him.

[rainyglitterbear]

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

Im Aira C Marcos and im just a senior highschool studying and the private school i attend is University of Santo Tomas and i have a friends that are Michelle, Judy , Marianne, Maryela and Reign they are ones who have been with me since i started and since i went to junior highschool , but marianne is one of my younger cousin because we been together since we were all grade 12 students , One day i entered school and the time that is the School Fair Event of the school and we were selling pur products when there was a man who bought from us and he was wearing a jacket , he was wearing a polo shirt and he smile at me , and he smelled is very good and his eyes were round and when i was looking at him i was suddenly stunned and said yes " I want you " Im just joking what are you going to buy " He laughed at me because his friends was with him , They laughed both at what , I said I saw his ID and found that it was there he also studies at the school i attend and i felt different about that person my heart suddenly beat , and i fell inlove with him at love at first sight , when i was at school i saw him again and that man is name " Jeydon Castro " He loves archery, badminton , he is tall 5'7 in height and has just the right body i added him on Facebook , when i found out his name when i saw her at school i only realized that her room was right next to mine so always looked at her , even though she looked at her , even though she looked corny but i fell inlove in with her she was simple to dress and so very attractive guy and when i was at school suddenly he called me and i was surprised he asked me something i know maryela and i was surprised , because , I said yes , shes my friend " and he said " he said that she is my cousin what i was thinking was coincidence all this but mixed with excitement after school that we were able to go out as friends and i was surprised that maryela was with her cousin jeydon castro i was already walking to wonder , I looked at jeydon silently ,but took a while he is happy and friendly to anyone , i dont know but i was attracted to him just like that after a while we became close or we talked somehow about school , assignment problems and life , and we got together a few times until we became very close the longer my feelings for its get deeper and deeper but i dont generalized it because my friends can see it or they might get angry when i admit that i have feelings for that person and when jeydon and i were chatting on Facebook, messenger, Instagram can when our conversation became a happy and didn't know that this person i was talking to already liked me ' he admitted that his heart was falling , and said in my mind did i dream " is it true that the person i love at first is already liking me ? also to me and he told me that is what true , and couldn't stop my self , i also confessed to him was what true about my feelings but we didn't immediately, become friends , because we made sure of each other first and thats we met in im not a loser at school, but im very happy and feeling inlove .

Supremo

[b4n3n4]

I've vented a bit on a public server, I shouldn't have done that, but ill vent here, this is not in any shape, or form praise to my awful ex crushes, I hope those 3 actually get tortured for Infinity in hell, especially you, you know who you are, and I know you still stalk this page.

Sometimes i miss when i was at my "lowest" objectively I guess, mentally I felt happier somehow, kind of go lucky feeling, if nothing matters nothing can hurt you, I've never talked about the boys I've liked before on this page, they were 3.

I can say my first crush was probably who made me this way, he was cold with everyone, rude, misogynistic and violent, that was the first boy I've ever liked at 12, he was different, never met anyone like him before, other seemed like cowards, unable to be authentically themselves, he introduced me to gore when I was 12, way before I even knew porn was a thing, I started to cut myself around that age, he would always ask me to see, to touch the cuts, I felt like he understood me, what I wanted to say or do he said and did, when I didn't like someone I would keep it to myself, but he would be as ruthless as he wanted, pure neutrality, I fell in love quickly, would spend whole classes looking at him, how smart he was, how charismatic, well now I can see he was just a sociopath literally but at the time he was like God to me, ill never forget his smirks when I would show him my cuts or the big smile I gave him when he fell down while playing fight with a friend and made a huge scratch in his whole stomach, showing me it proudly.

i spent a year madly in love with him and lost about 14 kgs although I couldn't diet at home, I would just start to purge my food at home and fast during school, one day I discovered that although we never dated he was using me as rebound, and somehow the love broke off that day, I had nightmares with him for about 5 years after

2 years later i met my irl ex, quiet kid in class that one day said some stupid misogynistic joke and I laughed and we bonded, showed me theync, would say I was disgusting for not being as good as him in class, basically an incel when I met him but that was the part I liked, once he started to become softer with me I lost interest quickly but we stayed together as I was waiting for him to change to his before self, we broke up because he would go through my messages, make me give my phone every time we were together etc, I hate insecure men, we were together for 4 years and during all those years I would have nightmares with the first boy.

WORST ONE SO FAR, so, as im a fucking loser and don't have friends I was searching for servers on 4chan and found one lmao, owner dms me saying he wants to kill me and he's the only dude I replied to in months, lies to me, never shows his face, uses me for my body, blackmails me, etc, but somehow because I was lonely and thought I was gonna km I let that slide for a year, also I liked how fucked up he was, then he turns too nonchalant and soft for my liking, teenage girl kinda texts and I ask to break up, we fought ALOT before also, I seriously he khs because every day I find out more lies, like sending fake plushie pic (saying he got them for me) then finding those pics in a 2016 website, ALSO said he sent fake pics the first time but then that they were real the second time (gaslight and lies because they weren't) calling me insane and obsessive for not believing him, erm okay, hope you die

WELL long rant but yes during those 3 boys I relapsed, in self-harm and gore, and also lost weight with every one of them, my boyfriend who is the sweetest kindest soul on earth, and although I thought I would be interested in him at the beginning because of his scary appearance turns out I can love someone who treats me well, but sometimes I wish I was as strong as before, I feel like nowadays everything is too easy on me and I've become too soft, its been like 3 weeks without cutting and I miss it often, I miss feeling so grossed out by everyone I would hide myself in the bathroom watching gore, I miss not caring for tomorrow or what happens to me since I knew I was going to die soon, I miss it, why am I so soft nowadays, I'm supposed to feel happy I am "getting better" but feels like my destructive mindset before actually made me happier

[lifeofagirlnameddan]

This Life

2019-2024 Did you ever find yourself trapped in a loop? Perhaps in ways you don't expect. Dan did. She never realized that she was trapped in a loop of love, pain, abandonment and loneliness.

Grade 6:

Was it real friends? I see everyday and find ways to make sure we have something to talk about so they dont find me boring. I fought a lot with others, I liked a boy who always asked me for help and advice when it comes to two things: His homework, and the girls he's pursuing. I got influenced into many things, got into trouble many times. Was I an introvert? A shy girl? I called myself a loser, a geek, whatever (Hah I was a theater kid if you get my reference.) Being that I am, I got exposed online-- in a bad way. I learned things I shouldn't be learning, and I was talking to people online where I shouldn't have been at that age. There was someone I met online, he understood my musical references and without thinking I joked that I've found my "soulmate". Boy was I stupid. While crushing on a classmate, I kept up my chats with this online friend. Oh it was getting bad... Chat me up, all day, all night. It was fun, I was being sneaky. Oh calls and video calls, voice message and more. Then he starts asking for pictures... Pictures Pictures Pictures. Ah so wrong what have I done? Not just that but a friend of mine was a very bad influence, I am not so sure what he was-- A friend? An enemy? I can't tell. I should have stopped myself, but oh how I liked the attention? May 14, 2019

It was class crush's birthday, it's summer and I just woke up. Oh no- mom drags me out my bed, shoves my phone to my face. The fear plastered on my face! She slaps my cheek, throws the phone to the window (I'm shocked it didn't break!) Ah bad bad bad time, she found out about Online boy. It was for the best. We didn't even love each other lol, he just asked for pictures and I...was a desperate child who wanted attention.

New Life: Mom took me out of that school, removed all my socials, and cut me out of society.

Grade 7: Starting my highschool life in homeschool

Ah it was fine, I had my own schedule. I was doing fine, I became a better student. I'm okay with this life... I have no teachers and classmates though, it was just me and the professors in the pre-recorded videos. My desk and my laptop and...Google (ahaha). Oh my, I'm lonely... But oh hey, I learned about Quotev, Ao3, and Wattpad...! Oh no. Here we go? I read, and read and read and read and read and read! This is my life now... I started hoarding books~ With that, I got into role play--(we all go through this dont act like im a weirdo) And I fell in love...with writing. I started working on an idea that based on a What If question I had at one of the sleepovers I had with my cousin (She made me watch animes and we role played together and wrote different short stories)

2020-2021

Grade 8-Grade 9: No friends like Fiction, Am I right?

I forgot how to be human, oh if you all could see... Long hair, glasses, dark clothes, nose stuck in a book, no sleep at all-- From the morning I studied and studied, at night I read til bed. Did I enjoy it? Yes. But at the present now, it is only a feeling. I don't recall what I read, I don't even remember what my brain rots were about! I continued my story ideas, brainstorming with my cousin actively (Oh which reminds me. Since I had no phone nor any socials, I chatted her through emails, hangouts, skype and pinterest--Ikr those were desperate times if I had no phone...) So yeah, we continued that story...Thats one year of working on it and it seemed pretty good. Life was okay like this...

Okay not really, so I mentioned I was into role play and that I would chat my cousin on pinterest. I was finally trusted to have a phone again but no socials still. But since I had pinterest...That meant I found someone to role play with me in that app... Goodness i'm stupid! So sneaky once again, a little bit of role play getting a little twisted and wrong in so many ways. Ah here's the shocker, I was talking to a GIRL! Oh this was the start... Of so many more problems. My mom found out about this one and once again, no phone (wahhh TT) But it was only for about what two? three...no four? I think six months yes. So how did I message my cousin? Well this was the time of the pandemic and jobs were hard to find... My dad took up a delivery job! So I wrote letters to her and had it sent weekly--It was creative and fun to do so. We traded books and wrote updates on our lives. I miss her. Back to topic, I can NOT be trusted with a phone haha. But I was anyway... and oh... no no, Homeschool was fun and all but I'm always alone. My family realized that and forced me to join christmas parties, camps and clubs and gathering... Nothing amusing for me I meet people, I laugh, they think I made a friend...I never speak to them again. Funny right? Anyway I joined an art club from my school which was online, that and a Writers Guild. The art community is in a group chat so guess what... My phone was given back to me, there I met a friend (Lets call him J) He requests collaborations with me and I was always happy to help a fellow artist. Oh yes don't worry, J is a good fellow and is still a very present and active friend to me right now. But there was a time that J invited me to join his discord server (ah yes my cousin introduced me to Discord) So I did join J's server full of other homeschool artists, it seems that it was a DnD role play group and he wanted us artists to play some roles! Oh sure of course, I agreed. I met his friend. (Lets call him Cat) Cat and I did not get along, oh no we started off quite weirdly. But oddly enough that feisty banters we have lead to something... Aha you see where I'm going? Yes Stupid once again was I! We knew each other for what...A year? after that stuff happened and...we got together and lasted...three months.

May 2, 2022

Ah it was a Sunday I'll never forget. I had a meeting with J and Cat online, J had some concerns he wanted to address. Ah...He felt like we shouldn't be together because he fears of the worst outcome for his friends... I didn't listen to him... I didn't...when I should have!!! I was supposed to continue the meeting but then my mom took my phone! (ARGH for the best but I hated it when it was so random and snoopy) She found out about me and Cat... aha again? Okay, again. But it gets worse. Oh it was a fight, she took my phone again and I stayed crying in my room until lunch time. She refused to see me, okay so in a whirl of emotions what did I do...? I was dumb so so dumb. I put on my slippers, grabbed the nearest bag and left. I ran away. (Worst case scenario, this is during Covid. I was in my pajamas, and I was wearing nothing but my bra inside my sweater. Oh and the bag I took? It had no money, nothing inside except... My old Harry Potter figurines! I had my smart watch on but it was dying!) So yes, I ran away. I walked and walked thinking, where should I go? So I walked headed towards a tower from my view, okay I'm almost there, I took an overpass and got lost. Hmmm, I planned to take a bus, oh but I have no money... Two men approached me. Oh shit. Oh they're trying to help me because Idfk where I'm going! They're asking for my destination, I say where, and one of them took their helmet, gave it to me, and gave me a ride on his motorbike. (First time to ride one by the way) I got to where I was headed, he asked me why am I headed there? I need a lie! I said I was going to meet my dad there. So he left me at the place of which I asked. As he left, I planned to cross the road, my next destination? Well my old house (Not exactly but the subdivision there, maybe I can stay at the park?) Oh but I was inexperienced, I was going to cross a main road! Right as I was about to cross a bunch of guards called out to me, told me what I'm doing would get me killed if I took another step. They lead me to an underpass. So I took that. I crossed the underpass and headed towards the place I wanted to go. Still so many problems... It was hot, I was wearing a sweater (again I can't remove it bcs I wasn't wearing a shirt under) and I didn't eat lunch, didn't have any water, and have been wandering aimlessly throughout. I was close now about....another 6-7 kilometers or so... I was stupid to think I'd reach it without passing out. I staggered as I walked, I hit a tree and a long branch fell on my head. I used it as a cane I guess. Then another man showed up, called out to me, I ignored him. He tried to give me money, I felt guilty so I refused. He tried to let me let him help me. (Wow tongue twister-I could word that better) Eventually I realized this man is a grab driver... Okay I took his offer to drive me, he offered to buy me lunch and so I ate a Mcdonalds meal. At first he asked me where I was headed. Panicked and not wanting him to know I said the address of my old school from 6th grade, which was nearby. He took me there and then asked me again. Where am I really supposed to go? Ah shoot he caught me, So I gave in. I told him to take me to a subdivision (my old place), He asked me, Why? I said I'm looking for my dad. And he told me he thought I was a foreigner, and asked for my name, and If I could understand him. Oh he fed my cover, so sure I said I was from another country, I said I was looking for my dad, and that when he asked for my name I panicked again inside my head, I saw a bike pass by with a plate number with the letters "XIAN" and so I told him my name was Xian. He took me to the subdivision, and left me at the park... Ah but he wouldn't leave me alone! He followed me even as I got out the car... goodness! He parked and came out again, he asked if I was okay, and in desperation I was walking in circles around my cousin's house (we were neighbors). So I asked him if I could borrow his phone, and he did, I messaged Cat, said my explanation and my situation, said my goodbyes and asked for one last favor.

[he-is-kinda-spacey]

Alright last one (not that anyone cares this is just fun to do)

Arcane

Episode 6: baby viktor awww!! He’s so cuteee! He fell over :( oh I hope he doesn’t die, surely they can find a way to survive. Oh pooor viktor :(( I still don’t like Jayce but surely he can do something abt this. Jinx is such a cutie patootie. Vi is ducked uppp! Jinx is so coool I love how long and I want her to kill that chick Stab Stab Stab her me thinks it would be funny. I fear the guy with one eye is gonna kidnap or hurt the ranga baby. Oh I love viktor he is so cute I’m gonna cry if he dies even tho I know he will. oh great now we’re back to the pink and blue gays. Are they gonna kiss or what cuz that’s the vibe I’m getting. But they can do that after Vi sorts out her visions of powder. I wonder what happened to ekko. He was cute, I hope he’s alive. “What you don’t have parents?” Hey Caitlin do me a favour and USE YOUR BRAIN. Okay nvm she was smart. AAAA JINX WANTS TO BE FOUND. SHE WANTS TO BE SAVED. oh wait unless she’s trying to trick them. VI SAW IT. LMAOO JINX KILLED THAT BITCHUH I knew it. Oh wait no she’s alive Aw vi didn’t come :( WAIT YES SHE DID. OH MY GOD REUNIION AWWWWWWWWWW IM GONNA CRY ALL JINX NEEDED WAS SUPPORT. Powder fell down a well 💔 poor jinx oh my god someone get her on some meds. Like asap. Aw NOO she’s alone again.

Episode 7: EKKOOOOO ITS EKKO!!! Jesus he looks so much older. I still love his design. Viktor is gonna make a mistake :( I just know it. “Will it work on plants” oh sweet baby you’re so silly. Jayce is stillll annoying me ✨ damn Mylo is still bullying Jinx even in her hallucinations. Im so happy ekko was back I swear last episode I said I missed him. “I’m from the undercity” cook him viktor. “Vi tells me I can trust you” oh how cuteeee. I love ekkos voice. Poor Jinx being blatantly manipulated someone save her. Also Caitlin is a grade A gaslighter, love her for that. Mel is too lol love them girl issues. I love how Viktor sounds like a vampire. And he’s always spitting facts. I also have a bueaty mark in the same place as him so that’s cool. Oh no he’s making a mistakeeeeee!! Noooo be careful :(( are vi and cupcake gonna kiss goodbye or what. Okay guess they aren’t what a shame. Oh no Caitlin HE WORKS WITH SILCO!! NO. IS EKKO DEAD. ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING PLEASE NO. I’m crying. Woah all the moths were bombs. That’s crazy work. Did Jinx do that. Ofc she did that crazy bitch I love her. Erm guys jinx is behind you. EKKO IS ALIVE. LETS FUCKING GO OH IM SO HAPPY. How old are jinx and ekko. I thought they were abt the same age. Is he trying to hypnotise her. AW THEIR KIDS AGAIN CUTE!! Woah this animation is so COOOOL. I low-key don’t want him to hurt her :( can’t they all be friends again. Nvm she blew them up.

Episode eight: is this Mel? It looks like Mel. OMG SHE CUT HER HEAD OFF. Jesus poor Mel :( and to make it worse she’s sleeping next to an ugly bitch. Did jinx blow herself up? Low-key dumb of her. OH SHE HAS THE DAMN CRYSTAL. dang it jinx. Ew Jayce is puking what a loser. LMAO CAITLINS FACE WHEN HER MUM PULLED A GLOCK ON HER. Yess Caitlin tell those fascists !! She saw homeless people and decided to be an activist. Oh they’re gonna Frankenstein Jinx. That’s cool. Mel’s lore let’s goooo. Who is this twink on the boat. Okay to Vi and Caitlin are in her bedroom with a bed…. Soooo are they or are they not gonna SMOOSH. Oh nvm vi is truama dumping… kissing can wait I wanna hear this. Poor Jinx they’re gonna turn her into a monster. Oh poor baby :( what did he do to her. EKKO IS ALIVE OH MY BABY BOY THANK GOD oh he’s so cute. Also literally why is Mel’s mum dating this teenage twink I feel grossed out. Yo she’s nude and she’s touching Jayce what a freak. Vi and Caitlin ready to give a speech!!! Jayce needs to be put down he’s ANNOYING MEEE. yes VI TALK YOUR MOTHER FUCKING SHITTTT. TELL THEM!!! THOSE ASS HOLE UGH MY GOD. aww Caitlin chasing her on the rain. This is beautiful so romantic. Arguing in the rain. Vi looks like a wet cat. OIL AND WATER. NOOO. I WAS RIGHT THEY LOVED EACHOTHER. NOOO. YO. VIKTOR CAN WALK!! Oh my god I hope it doesn’t turn him into a monster tho if he can keep it under control this is amazing I’m so happy for him. Is viktor naked rn. What is this girl abt to walk in on. OH NO VIKTOR. HOLY SHIT THAT GIRL DISINTERGRATED. NOO I LIKED HER. Don’t call Jayce pretty boy Vi that’s just lying. ALRIGHTTT WE GOT VI FIGHTING FOR REAL AGAIN!! She looks so hot when she’s angry uh I mean this is awesome for the PLOT. Like 90% of the ppl working for silco are children. Child labour love to see it. Woah and now we are in the shower with Caitlin. She should rly wrap up her wound better. Uh oh spaghettio Jinx found her AND SHES STILL NAKED.

Episode nine: Jayce continues to be the most annoying fucker alive. And Vi is still hot. Aw poor Viktor. She was the one who truely loved him, and he killed her. :( I do wish he would put some pants on tho. Bro Mel should be allowed to kill ppl she doesn’t like. Poor thing. Is viktor gonna kill himself. Oh nvm Jayce is here…. Great. I love the detail of Jinx’s drawings all over Silcos office. Will he hand Jinx over.. I wonder. Aye ekko and hermindinger or how ever you spell it. Love them. Yo jinx is back and she’s tweaking out but not the way she normally is. And now Vi is back looking cool as everrr. I don’t like Sevika but she’s fit as. Her hips go crazy. Vi is LOVING her new gloves ong. Aw man now she’s getting wrecked. I thought she had it in her. OH AWW ALL SHE NEEDED WAS VANDERS WORDS. she’s so strong mentally and physically. Plus she just had a lesbian situationship so now she is filled with rage. Oop jinx clocked her shit. Omg sisterly bonding time!! Trauma bond!!! SHES GOT SILCO. I hope she kills him. WHERES CAITLIN. What did she do. LMAOOO jinx tricked her. Omg Vi she looks so desperate to want to cry. Silco is trying soo hard to manipulate her. And Caitlin you are not helping by pulling out a glock. COME ON VI YOU CAN CRACK HER. who did she shoot. YESS SHE DID IT I KNEW SHE COULD. fuck silco I hope she doesn’t like flip on Vi cuz if this. No she chose jinx :( she does love you I promise. NOO jinx come on. She’s legit gonna blow up the city. Aw man I rly wanted to see her get close with Ekko again. Woops jinx is gonna blow up the castle right after they proposed peace. Wait what that’s it no way that’s it wait is Mel gonna survive that what’s gonna happen no way that’s it that that can’t be the nd what the hell how am I going to keep going wjay the hell no NOO WHAT HOW IS THAT THE WND. THAT?? THATS IT?? WHO APPROVED OF THIS.

Watching arcane for the first time; marking my reactions as I go.

(Spoilers obviously)

Episode one: this is so cool, the art style is incredible, Vi is super cool and the one with blue hair is so cute.

Episode two: I don’t like Jayce, don’t know why. This is getting intense, powder is lowkey relatable. I don’t like Mylo, but I like the other boy (dk his name). Vander is cool too, and ekko!! I love ekkos design he’s so cute. So from what I’ve gathered Vi is gonna give herself up for the group.

Episode three: oh my god holy shit this is so fucking intense holy shit. I should have known it was gonna go wrong. OH THANK GOD TBEIR MAKING POWDER STAY HOME. OH MY GOD I JNEW IT WAS A TRAPP! NO POWDER. GO. HOME. PLEASE. HOLY FUCK OH MY GOD. EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG. DONT YELL AT HER PLEASE. SHES JUST A KID. IM FUCKING SOBBING. NO WAY THEY ALL DIED?? PLEASE DONT YELL AT HER SHES JUSY A BABY SJE DIDNT MEAN ITT NOO FUCK NOW SHES GONNA JOIN YHE EVIL SIDE OHH MY GODDD

So… I’m obsessed.

[ickyuggy]

I am so fucking distressed I fucking hate this

I literally cant think about anything else

I miss him so bad and it makes me sick how desperately I'm praying that it isnt over

[free-pool-trash]

happiness - peter maximoff

yay a new peter fic <3 i was feeling a little unmotivated for a few days (since our boy wasn’t in episode 8 at all :/) but im back 😎 although im back in school so i might be on and off for a while 😩✋🏻

!!!it’s not a songfic those lyrics at the start are just my inspo!!!

word count: 5k <3 😳

warnings: maybe swearing but i dont think so i cant remember, peter being sad, angst, but mostly fluff, WandaVision spoilers maybe??? I pretty much made up this plot so idk, endgame spoilers, reader was an avenger, kissing but it’s not graphic😽 probably some mistakes yk how it is

feedback is appreciated <3

tagging: @enchantedcruelsummer (should i make a peter maximoff taglist? let me know and I’ll do it)

masterlist

haunted by the look in my eyes that would’ve loved you for a lifetime

leave it all behind

& there is happiness

Loneliness had always been something that plagued him. That and a plethora of other negative emotions.

There wasn’t a day that went by where Peter Maximoff wasn’t made to feel like a loser. Admittedly, he’d never held himself to a high standard, he grew up thinking that he’d never fit in anywhere and eventually that thought mutated into a lifestyle as he began isolating himself from the world around him, either far too good or heartbreakingly not enough to be a part of that crowd.

He liked spending time with himself. Nobody else knew him the way he knew him, and still, he found nothing but an overwhelming hollow space where his deepest most important hopes, aspirations, dreams and self discoveries should have resided.

Peter had always put this feeling of exile down to the fact that he was a mutant, it was the most likely explanation, right?

It was only when he’d decided to join the X-Men that he finally came to the conclusion that maybe the rest of the world wasn’t the problem, nor was his mutation the problem, but that he himself was the problem. For even in a school full of people exactly like him he was still the same loser that he was in his mother’s basement.

And he was under no illusions that that was exactly what his teammates saw in him; nothing. No potential. Just a space holder to bring the numbers up.

Super speed was incredible. That’s how Peter acknowledged jobs well done, he praised his speed but never himself. He just saved Charles and Erik from a room full of armed guards? No that wasn’t him, that was simply his speed. He saved an entire mansion full of people from a potentially fatal explosion? Nothing special, Kurt probably could’ve done the same.

Forget all of the good deeds and saved lives because the bottom line of it all, to him at least, was that all he was good for was cheeky one liners and hopeless kleptomania.

His life took a turn for the worse when he found himself being mind controlled in an alternate universe. And even then, he was playing the part of someone that wasn’t him, the thought humbled him, reconnected him to his roots and reintroduced him to his life long philosophy that he’d never be anything more than a social pariah. Not even an alternate reality could accept him for who he was. There wasn’t a warm welcome and despite not knowing what was going on, the definition of “imposter” or the weirder, “recast”, still shot to kill.

He settled on the notion that he was an inter dimensional waste of space. At least in WestView he could be blissfully ignorant, let the real him be drowned mercilessly in favour of being an integral part of someone’s life- to feel important, even if it wasn’t real.

When WestView fell apart he was completely lost. In every sense of the word. In a new world with no way home and as it turned out, nobody was looking for him. Although he didn’t expect anyone to care, it still stung that nobody did. He always hoped that one day Erik would step up as a father figure for him, this; getting kidnapped and smuggled into a different dimension, seemed like the perfect moment for that epic father son moment, but it wouldn’t surprise Peter if his father has yet to notice his disappearance.

But then, seemingly out of nowhere, he came into contact with a beacon of hope. A guiding star that might possibly lead him to an existence consisting of something other than misery and self loathing.

It offered him a choice; return to being the self proclaimed loser he was known as or start fresh as someone new and mysterious, with first impressions yet to be made and conclusions about him yet to be drawn. Peter had known himself to be rash in the past, when it came to making decisions he had the tendency to act impulsively, never putting too much thought into how his decisions would affect his life in the long term. The choice before him now is no different, he knew exactly what he wanted going forward, however selfish the choice may have been, the second he realised it was an option his heart was set on it.

That previously mentioned beacon of hope arrived to him in the form of a girl, in the form of you. An ex-avenger and close friend of Wanda’s, you were hired by S.W.O.R.D to help them clean up the more ‘sensitive’ fallout that the fall of WestView brought about. Obviously, they were sticking you- the only other avenger with magik- on babysitting and rehabilitation rather than letting you go after your best friend who had gone completely off the rails. Having said that though, you didn’t want anyone else handling him.

You hadn’t watched WandaVision, nor were you even aware that any of it was going on until it had reached a boiling point and you got a call from Monica Rambeau, she’d begged you to come and wait on the edge of town while she went in and act as her eyes on the outside along with Jimmy Woo.

That’s where you stayed until the hex broke down.

As soon as the barrier came down the base you manned was overrun by an armada of terribly confused and distressed citizens, Monica and Wanda were not among them but in their places stumbled in Darcy and the man playing the role of Pietro.

Jimmy appointed himself to Darcy, who in all honesty seemed relatively unscathed by the situation while you made a beeline for the dirty blonde charading as your former, dead teammate.

Peter was, to put it simply, completely enthralled by you as soon as you’d strolled over to him and in the moment he’d put his almost magnetic attraction to you down to the fact that you were the first friendly face he’d seen upon breaking free of Agatha’s possession.

But one thing in particular struck him; you’d asked him his name. You hadn’t immediately assumed him to be some knock off Pietro, as everyone else had. You acknowledged that he had his own personal identity and despite how often he caught himself hating the person he was, he found that when it was torn away from him that he wanted it back. The simple question you posed gave him the opportunity to regain his identity.

“Peter. My name is Peter.” He answered you, almost unsure of himself and you found your interest in the man piqued even further.

He remembered with perfect clarity the way you’d offered him a grin, tilted your hand, extended your hand and said, “Well it’s nice to meet you, Peter. Come on, I’ll be your babysitter for the next while.” There was something about the way you’d laughed after saying the words and the slight, yet unmistakable, glint of mischief in your eyes that had him captivated from the get go.

With you came a whirlwind of new emotions. After only a few weeks of knowing you, Peter noticed he wasn’t as lonely as he had been back home. He didn’t hate himself half as much either, he wasn’t entirely free of self deprovative tendencies and maybe he never would be, but undoubtedly, he likes himself more in this world than he ever had in his last. He thanked you and your determination to make him “a functioning member of society” for that.

It didn’t feel belittling, the way you helped him. You hadn’t dragged him to your favourite mall every weekend just to taunt him about how he couldn’t stop himself from stealing something. Even the very first time, when he’d sped away from you and returned within a second adoring a pair of freshly stolen sunglasses. Your only reaction had been to laugh and casually place your hands on both sides of his face.

“At least remember to take the tag off next time, speedy.” You’d muttered, subtly pulling the tacky stickers off the arms of his shades. No, you weren’t dragging him sight seeing or forcing him to help you go clothes shopping because you thought he was a loser who needed reforming you were doing it because you were a true friend who wanted him to succeed.

The pair of you seemed like two peas in a pod. Which to be fair, you were. Peter Maximoff intrigued you in every sense of the word. He was new, quite literally other worldly, he was kind, he was funny, he was perfectly mischievous and completely wonderful.

What caught your eye the most was the way he held himself, as if he wasn’t entirely comfortable in his own skin. It became apparent to you that he lacked confidence with the phrases he usually tacked onto the ends of his sentences. When you’d invite him to hang out in the beginning his response would always be something along the lines of, “Sure. If you want me to.” But the excitable puppy dog eyes told you that he was dying for someone to want him to tag along some place.

There was a certain understanding between you. You were both more than accustomed with the harrowing feeling of being alone and even though you’d never exactly voiced those thoughts with each other, you couldn’t deny that his was a spirit kindred to your own and he felt it too.

Since the Avengers has disbanded, one of your best friends, Natasha, was dead and your other best friend, Wanda, was gone completely off the rails and the people chasing her wouldn’t let you anywhere near her or even attempt to help pull her out of her darkness. You were being kept as a wildcard in case they needed her taken down. Peter was no stranger to the feeling of being cast aside and so he quickly responded to your frustrations, and in doing so, forced himself out of his comfort zone to be there for you. To his complete shock though, you’d been so appreciative of his efforts.

You never failed to thank him for the little things he did for you, always complimenting his mutation when he’d use it and giving him the recognition he never received at home. The friendship he formed with you was so… two sided, again, something he wasn’t accustomed to before. It didn’t involve him giving everything he had to offer and receiving nothing in return, you matched his energy meticulously and never left him hanging.

In a series of firsts, he didn’t wonder whether or not you genuinely liked him, never feeling the need or want to question it as you’d left him with no reason to doubt.

As he walked around the mall with you now, his mind brought his attention back to the question you’d asked him rather casually a few nights ago. You were both lounging on your couch, watching some ridiculous reality show (a favourite of yours and Peter’s) when you’d turned your head to look at him, a thoughtful look on your face. “Do you think when S.W.O.R.D figures the technology out to crack into other realities, you’ll go back to yours?”

The question had taken him aback for a second, in all honesty, he hadn’t thought about going home, not when he was with you at least and considering he’d become your roommate about three weeks after he got out of WestView, the thought of returning to his old life had barely crossed his mind.

Being an ex-Avenger you were fairly well off, you lived alone in a two bedroom apartment in New York that you’d bought to be closer to Stark tower. Peter had nowhere to go and aside from having a spare room to offer you’d also been sort of lost in the current of the busy city with everyone you once loved in the area either dead, on the run or busy elsewhere.

While the question hadn’t crossed Peter’s mind, it had crossed yours on several occasions. He’d been staying with you for six months and the moment you realised that he was becoming one of the most important people in your life, the thought of him leaving you too weighed on your mind but at the end of the day you wanted him to feel happy. He deserved to feel happy and if going back to his reality brought him that happiness then you’d support him.

“Dunno,” he’d replied, turning to face you, chucking a handful of popcorn at you when you looked incredulous at his response, “To be honest I haven’t really thought about it, m’way too busy babysitting you anyway.” He joked, effortlessly dodging the few pieces of popcorn you attempted to throw at him.

For the last few nights, the question haunted him, but it wasn’t just the question that was bothering him. You were at the forefront of his mind as he replayed the past six months of his life which also happened to be the best six months of his life. WestView put him through hell but coming out the other side of it and meeting you felt like heaven.

He weighed up the pros and cons of returning to his native timeline. The cons: he’d have to leave you behind, he’d go back to being the loser who nobody took seriously, his talents would be downplayed and disregarded and he’d inevitably end up revisiting his lifestyle of solitude. Then there was the pros: he’d get to reunite with his pac man machine. He couldn’t manage to think up anything else.

If he stayed he’d have everything he ever wanted and needed. You’d be there and he knew you always would be, besides he couldn’t leave you knowing that you needed him. If he left who would wake you up when you had night terrors about the catastrophe that your reality was still recovering from? There would be nobody there to comfort you when you woke up from the nightmares, reliving the deaths of Natasha, Tony or Vision and the experience of being snapped out of existence? If he wasn’t there to make you laugh when you were about to cry then who would be? In his heart of hearts he knew you had a huge support system at your disposal, he’d met most of them. Even though he was well aware that Sam visited you as often as he could, that Bucky wrote you letters on a monthly basis and sometimes tagged along with Sam on his visits, that Stephen Strange appeared in your apartment whenever the urge struck him, that the literal god of thunder invited you out for beer whenever he was visiting Earth, that the little spider-kid, also named Peter, swung by your apartment at least once a week to tell you all about school and his good deeds. Despite knowing all of this and knowing all of these people loved you dearly, Peter wanted to be your main source of support, he didn’t want to be someone who came and went, who’d love you then leave you. He wanted to be with you through anything and everything and the feeling that you’d love him for a lifetime had him satisfied with the decision he was about to make.

If leaving his old life meant he could stay here, with you, and experience happiness for more than a fleeting moment then he’d simply; leave it all behind.

“I’ve been thinking about what you asked me the other night.” He spoke through a mouthful of curly fries. You were sitting in the food court of the mall when he decided to let you in on his desire to stay with you indefinitely.

You raised your eyebrow, “You? Putting thought into an answer? Peter, I think I’m starting to become a bad influence on you.” You told him teasingly, taking a long sip of your drink as he rolled his eyes humorously.

“You’re a terrible influence which is exactly why I’ve decided to stay here and put you on the straight and narrow.” The glee you felt at his statement was undeniable, your eyes lit up and your lips curled upwards.

“You’re staying? Really staying?” Your smile was contagious, Peter’s face now painted with a wide grin as he nodded his head.

In a moment of weakness he frantically added, “Y’know only if you want me to though. If you don’t that’s completely cool.” He rushed through the words, feeling more embarrassed when the fond look on your face never faded.

“Of course I want you to stay. You mean a lot to me.” You reassured him, a gentle smile on your lips as you reached across the metal table, intertwining your fingers with his.

Peter squeezed your hand gratefully, holding it in his grasp securely and allowing his smile to return to his face, “I know. You mean a lot to me too.” It was somewhat of an understatement, he was starting to understand that you didn’t just mean a lot, but that you meant everything.

His resolution lifted a huge weight off your shoulders that you wouldn’t be losing yet another best friend. You were glad he’d be with you when everything blew over with Wanda, the two of them definitely had the potential to develop a beautiful sibling relationship and they both deserved that. Of course, Peter would never replace Pietro and having known them both it was obvious just how different the two men were, the only thing they had in common being their powers and last name. Still, he and Wanda would still be able to work on it. He didn’t hate her after WestView and you knew Wanda well enough to know that she was kind hearted and she’d be more than willing to give him a chance. When she eventually comes back to her senses, that it.

As the months went on, life with you and Peter seemed to only get better. You never stopped laughing, your nightmares died down and Peter had taken on a whole new lease of life. Yourself and Peter were the perfect example of meeting the right person at the right time, you balanced each other out and accentuated the other’s good qualities.

Peter could now say with complete confidence that he was happy and what’s more is that he was finally sure that he was making someone happy.

Up until nearly eleven months of living together your relationship had been purely platonic, save for the constant flirting but flirtation pretty much ran in yours and Peter’s blood. Peter wasn’t going to lie to himself, he’d fallen for you the second you’d peeled the security tags off his stolen sunglasses.

You, on the other hand, had been fighting with yourself because yes, you love Peter but you couldn’t have told him when there was the possibility he’d eventually leave and now so much time has passed and you’ve got such a good thing going you didn’t have it in you to ruin it.

However, all of that changed when your original Maximoff best friend came knocking on your door.

Wanda was on the run. She’d caused an amazing amount of chaos but Stephen Strange and S.W.O.R.D were hot on her trail and now she needed a place to lay low with the twins. She figured there was no place more reliable to go than to the always open arms of her best friend, who conveniently had a divinity for earth magik and could muster up a protective barrier without raising suspicions. And that’s exactly where she found herself; outside your door.

You’d been chasing Peter around the apartment when you heard the knock on the door. Peter was on the opposite end of the kitchen to you, using the bar as a shield from you. “You better get that.”

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?” You glared as you spoke, it was his own fault really. What sort of idiot jumpscares a witch while she’s mid-meditation? He’d frightened you so badly you accidentally blasted a ball of your signature green energy and ruined your favourite couch throw pillow. When you were ready to pounce on the scared speedster the knocks sounded again, more frantic this time.

With one last glare towards Peter you stomped towards the door. Your anger melted away completely when you saw her. Her hood was up and she looked completely exhausted, two small hooded little boys by her side.

“Wanda…” You breathed out, relief flooding your system at the sight of her alive. She didn’t get a chance to speak before your arms were pulling her against you tightly, hugging her as if your life depended on it. Wanda returned in your embrace, allowing herself to relax for the first time in nearly a year, she sniffled against your shoulder, holding back tears as she realised how much she’d truly missed you.

Billy and Tommy watched in confusion as their mother cried into your shoulder. They didn’t know who you were, all their mother had told them was that they were going somewhere safe.

It was the yell of one of the boys that caused you and Wanda to separate, “Uncle P!” With that you felt a familiar rush of air across your leg but instead of Peter appearing one of the kids was gone.

You shared a perplexed look with Wanda, although your confusion was for different reasons.

“Hey hell raisers!” Peter responded, catching the mini speedster who all but threw himself at him barely regaining his balance before the other child had flung himself into the hug.

“Wanda? Those two… are they...?” You started, at a loss for words Wanda cut you off quietly, her tone as disbelieving as yours.

“My children? Yes. Is that…?” You nodded your head numbly, anticipating the end of her question.

“Your fake brother? Yeah.” Quickly, you realised you and a wanted woman catching up with the door wide open wasn’t ideal and you ushered Wanda inside, shutting the door when she walked in.

“Hey.” Peter greeted her simply, as if he hadn’t been used as a meat puppet in her altered reality. It wasn’t in his nature to hold any grudges.

“Hi?” Wanda replied, her voice still twinged with confusion.

“Peter, will you keep an eye on the kids for a bit? Wanda and I have some catching up to do.” You asked him with a nervous laugh, just thankful that Wanda was too tired to argue with your suggestion.

Peter ruffled the boys’ hair and gave you a grin, “Only if you stop trying to kill me.”

You rolled your eyes as you began to lead Wanda into your bedroom, “You’re on probation, jerk.” You called over your shoulder.

Once you were securely in your bedroom, the door locked and sitting comfortably you fixed Wanda with an amused look, “I’d ask you what’s new but I’m not sure I even wanna know.”

Wanda gave you a sad smile while she shook her head, “No, you probably don’t. I will tell you tomorrow, I don’t want to get into it tonight. I’m so tired.” She admitted, her voice overcome with sadness.

“I’ll pump up the air mattress and you and the boys can sleep in here for however long you need. I’d offer you the spare room but that’s where Peter’s been staying and I don’t think empty food containers are the kind of decor you’d be into.” Wanda nodded, squeezing your hand gratefully.

“So his name is Peter?” She asked, curious about the man Agatha had used to trick her in WestView.

You nodded in confirmation, “Yeah. Peter Maximoff, actually.”

Wanda’s brows came to a furrow at that, “Maximoff? So he’s a relation?”

“Yes and no. Peter is from a different reality but he’s still a Maximoff and he’s got super speed. So, and this is just my theory, while you’re not directly related he could still be your brother- if you wanted him to.” You explained, as gently as you could, not trying to push her too far but to nudge the idea in her direction.

Wanda, to your surprise, didn't seem to hate the suggestion, “What is he like?”

A genuine smile made it onto your face then, as you shot into your description of your roommate, “He’s caring, funny, a little bit of a kleptomaniac but he’s working on it. He’s understanding and moronically selfless, moronic in the sense that he doesn’t even realise he’s being selfless. Huge pain in the ass too.” Wanda had a soft smile on her face by the time you’d finished.

“You like him.” Was all she said and you let out a laugh in disbelief, standing up and opening the door.

“Go grab a shower. I’ll have Peter blow up the air mattress while I go introduce myself to my god sons.”

“I thought you’d at least wait until I actually asked you.” Wanda laughed as you walked out of the room.

Things moved fairly quickly after that. As promised you introduced yourself to Billy and Tommy as their god mother, which they seemed more than thrilled about and you assumed that excitement had to do with whatever description of you Peter had given them. Wanda and the twins were all cleaned and fed and had all but collapsed into bed, foregoing the air mattress and huddling together in your double bed instead.

“Where are you sleeping, mother Teresa?” Peter teased as he noticed your eyes drooping where you stood.

“On the couch probably. Or the air mattress.” You mumbled, cutting yourself off with a yawn.

Peter, unimpressed with your options, scoffed, “No way. Come on, you can bunk with me.”

Much like Wanda, you were too tired to argue and you let Peter pull you to his, surprisingly clean, room by the hand.

You both crawled into the bed, lying close together despite the amount of empty space on the mattress.

“How are you feeling about all of this?” Your soft voice broke through the silence and Peter turned his head to look at you.

“About Wanda?” You nodded your head, watching him intently as he rolled onto his side, facing you more comfortably.

Peter shrugged lightly, “I’m feeling ok. Just glad the twins still see me as their cool uncle.” You let out a small laugh at his response.

“Wanda was asking about you. Seemed interested in getting to know the real you.” You informed him, your heartwarming as you watched a hopeful look fall across his face.

A lull settled over the room once again and Peter caught himself staring at you. His eyes drifted over every visible part of you, reminding him of most of the points on his pros list for staying in your universe; your eyes, your lashes, your nose, your lips, you.

“What’re you thinking about?” The sound of your tired voice pulled him out of his thoughts and ultimately pushed him to bite the bullet and tell you how he’s feeling. With you curled up beside him, in his bed, fighting sleep just to stay in his company for as long as you could; he knew there would be no better time.

“Just about how happy I am to be here with you.” He answered you honestly, the butterflies in both of your stomachs fluttering in sync at his words.

You trailed a hand under the duvet and onto the bedsheets between your bodies, feeling around until you found his hand and gently intertwined your fingers. “I’m happy you decided to stay.”

“What you’ve all gone through in this timeline sucks- don’t get me wrong-“ Peter started sincerely, scooting closer to you and dropping his head back down on the edge of your pillow, leaving the pair of you practically nose to nose as he went on.

“And I hate that Wanda had to go through so much… but I’m really glad that it led me to you.” Peter swore in that moment, right after the confession left his mouth, that he could die right now and be completely content knowing that you now knew how he felt.

His heart stopped, and he thought that maybe he was about to die, when you gave him the softest, sweetest smile he’d ever been on the receiving end of and whispered, “I feel the same.”

Time moved in slow motion as he felt you moving your intertwined hands towards your lips, your lips pressed gently against the back of Peter’s hand before you brought them to rest against your chest.

It was a fact to say that Peter Maximoff had never felt intimacy quite like this before. But, experiencing it now, with you, led him to wonder how he’d ever survived without it. He wasn’t sure whether it was natural to crave more, especially when the affection you were showing him was so gentle, but he didn’t care as he let the impulsive side of him take over.

Not sparing another word, Peter closed the small distance between your lips and his. His free hand cupped your jaw while yours wasted no time in getting tangled in his silver hair.

His lips moved softly and surprisingly slowly over yours and he savoured the feeling of your hand holding his while your other got lost in his hair, your body pressed up against him, the way your jaw moved against his palm as you reciprocated the movement of his lips and the taste of your lips, promising himself he’d never let the memory slip from his mind for as long as he lived.

With complete clarity, Peter could say he had felt true, genuine happiness and he had no doubt in his mind that there was absolutely nothing Charles, Hank, Scott or anyone else from his original timeline could say to make him leave this happiness behind. Because in the process of forgetting his old life, he couldn’t deny that he has undoubtedly found himself in the position of a man who had so much more to live for.

[just-vibingfr]

Ok ok I want 23 13, and i forgot the number but it said like I’m sorry I’m such a burden so yea with jj maybank im a sucker for angst

Same! Like mood 25/8 is angst, angst, angst!

WARNINGS: Mentions of rape, suicide, self harm, close friends and family thinking you are a liar, ANGST ANGST ANGST, cursing, reader will be using They/Them pronouns.

A/N: I went really angst in this one, this will be all angst with no fluff, at all, like none. Please do not read if anything mentioned will trigger you. This is going to be one of the last OBX fics for a few weeks, I’m going to finish the other four requests I have then I will be writing some Harry Potter Marauders Era stuff! Thank you all for being so patient! I love you guys ❤️ 💕 Bold will be flashbacks!

ABDUCTED

Prompts- 13:God I wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you. 23:I was kidnapped, I was r@ped! 49: I-I-I’m sorry I’m such a burden

JJ POV:

Thirteen weeks. Thirteen fucking weeks. That’s how long it’s been since they went missing. God, all I can think about is our last conversation.

“I slept with her okay?! I cheated on you and I don’t regret it. At all. You have been nothing but a pain in my ass trying to fix me. Setting me in a path to what, redemption?! Well guess what it’s never gonna fucking happen because I’m a no good, dirty, pogue! My whole family has been doomed to live here, always poor, always a bunch of dead beat losers! I cant be fixed, this is my destiny, so go fuck yourself and you pathetic hopes and dreams and morals! Because none of us liked you anyways, we were only using you to help us grieve after we lost John B. He’s back now, so we don’t fucking need you okay?! I don’t need you! I never have and I never will!”, I ranted. I’m angry at my dad, angry at myself for cheating, angry at Rafe for getting away with everything, angry at Ward for being a bastard, angry at Y/N for making me fall in love with them. I am just so angry. I didn’t mean to take it out on them, but they were there. They’ve always been there even when I treated them like shit. That’s the problem, they were there. I don’t know what to do, I’m so used to pointless hook ups, empty relationships, and abusive behavior, that when someone puts me in a freaking pedestal like I’m actually worth something I flip. I have been looking down for the past five minutes. All I know is their muffled sobs, how their eyes are probably red rimmed and bloodshot, how they’re probably pulling on their wrists like they do when they’re stressed. If I look up I might just crack. “God I wish that you had thought this the before I went and fell in love with you!”, they screamed, letting out all of their emotions. “You said I was different, you said you saw a future together! You told me you fucking loves me! You fucking piece of shit! I hope you get everything you want in the sickest sense! I hope you remember me and feel nothing but pain and guilt! I’m done with you Maybank!”,Those words cut deeper than any blade or bullet could. Being told those venomous words by the person I love most in the world hurts, but I deserve it. I hurt them more than anything, I broke them.

But, now I see truth in their words. Every time I think of them all I can feel is pain, guilt, and remorse. It was all my fault.

Y/N POV

I stumbled through woods. Safety. That’s all I can think. Safety. Safety. I kept stumbling around going anywhere, anywhere as long as it’s away from fucking Jules. That’s what they would call my kidnapper and rapist, Jules. He earned that name because he would take a piece of jewelry off of every virgin he raped. Pathetic. My lower half ached, my mind fuzzy, my wrists scarred. Thirteen weeks, that’s how long I’ve been missing. Thirteen weeks or rape and abuse. Twelve weeks of self harm. I started slitting vanes on my ankles, and the back of my knees, to feel something. Something other than the pain he caused. Self inflicted pain was a way out, a way to still have freedom and independence. Sick and twisted, I know, but it was my way of rebellion. I started to break down crying in the middle of, woods?! It these woods are familiar and I can hear the sound of the ocean. Outer Banks… Outer Banks! Thank God! I’m home. I’m safer, I’m back. I kept stumbling around, my tears making it harder to see. Up ahead I saw what looked like porch lights. “Help! Help!”, I yelled out, although the dryness of my throat mad it extremely difficult.I sped up, basically running to reach a sense of haven. Once I arrived at the house I realized where I was. The Chateau. Anywhere but here. But I needed help, and I was lucky I even found my way here. I knocked on the door, actually I pounded on the door. I was desperate. I heard shuffling and then the door opened revealing a very disheveled Pope, Kiara, Sarah, John B, and JJ.

“Y/N?! How-What-! Just- just come in!” Pope said frantically .

“What happened?!”, Kiara and Sarah said in unison. The boys nodding their heads in agreement to the question.

“I-erm- I was kidnapped, I was raped. I was held in a where house with the other girls. This bitch named Jules was the one in charge. He would take turn with the girls. It was terrifying. I thought he was going to kill me once he saw me helping one of the girls with her miscarriage. I had already had three or four myself and a few of the girls actually gave birth in that where house. The youngest to have a baby was eleven. Eleven fucking years old. I just ran out of the door one day, I got shot. It’s been a few days, maybe five or six? All I know is that I had to burn the wound to stop the bleeding. And I feel really sick right now. I think I’m going to vomit.”, I said before passing out.

I woke up in a hospital bed. The lights burning my eyes. The sheets clean. Someone had bathed me and changed my clothes. I felt clean, it felt good. Everyone scrambled to get up at my sudden consciousness. Looking at me with that pity in their eyes. That pitiful look that made me regret telling them. I didn’t want their fucking pity, I just wanted them to know I have new boundaries, and as my friends they deserved to know. The doctor came rushing in, asking me to explain what happened. I explained everything, the trauma bringing ugly sobs. I didn’t care. I had just been through hell and back, I was allowed to shed some god damn tears.

I was discharged later that day when they had diagnosed me with PTSD, anxiety, ADHD, and self harm. Yay. Weeks went by with my friends checking up on me, never leaving my side: I loved them all for it, but I could see the look of boredom in their eyes, the look that said as soon as I was good enough to be on my own they would leave me to my own devices. It hurt, everything did. I didn’t deserve to put them through this, watching me fall apart. I didn’t deserve this. I needed to end the pain. I had to. And I needed to do it now. I pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, went to the nearest flat surface and began writing.

“ I’m sorry I’m such a burden. But thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for supporting me. I didn’t really get to know you before John B and Sarah, I see that I really missed out on some good people. Kie, you have been nothing but amazing to me. I can’t thank you enough. Pope, you are like a workers mix of older brother, younger brother, and dad. It always amazes me how you can be protective as fuck, need protecting, and are always prepared with that mind of yours. JJ, I’m sorry. Sorry that we ended things on such terrible terms. You deserve the world and I couldn’t give that to you, I truly apologize for holding you back. But you did break me that night, I was going to end it then, but I was abducted. Ironic how I’m ending it now. I love you all and wish you the best! “

Love, Y/N ❤️

I folded the letter and set it on the island with the pen. Then I crawled into the tub, slit my wrists, and let the darkness take over, sweet, safe, darkness.

@hannahnikohl

[vemuabhi]

NOT SO ROMANTIC BUT STILL THE HOTTEST

This was requested by Pandawondergirl, and Im so damn happy to write Zoro smut. Please this man is amazing and I'm writing smut for him for the first time.

**I made a few changes to fit the story properly**

Pairing : Zoro X Fem!Reader

Warnings : oral (receiving), cussing

Word count : 1.1K

A/N : The frick.. I found the perfect picture for the smut... why? Idk. But its just perfect. Look at his body, the way his wet clothes stick to his muscles. Please... imma cry.

"Zoro! Where the hell are you?", you called for the stupid Marimo as you walked in the forest.

Apparently the man got lost in the forest at the new island you went to. This was supposed to be a date but turned to searching for the lost because of him.

After a while of searching you heard a loud splash nearby. You went towards the place of the sound and found the lost marimo in the water.

"Clumsy marimo. You got lost again", you snickered as he gave you a glare.

"I was swimming ad it was too hot you idiot!", he exclaimed as his cheeks turned pink.

'Yeah sure... he took a dive with all his clothes on... Can't even lie properly.', you thought as you stared at him.

He stood up with his wet clothes enhancing his muscles even more making you gulp. He came towards you and leaned closer to your ear.

"I can see you drooling Idiot. Stop that or else I'll make sure you can't walk the complete week", your cheeks turned at his statement. Now he was the one having that smug look on his face.

"Shut up! Its your fault. But... now that I think... I wanna swim too", you said as you looked at the beautiful lake before you.

You removed your blue Tee and jeans, leaving you in your underwear, before jumping into the water. You loved the cold water on your skin. As it was a warm island, it was a refreshing experience for you.

You got a mischievous Idea and splashed some water on Zoro who was trying to dry his muscles.

"Idiot!!! Don't do that!", he said as he continued to wipe his muscles with what seemed like a blue Tee shirt.

"YOU SHITTY MARIMO! YOU ARE USING MY SHIRT!", you shouted at him as he rolled his eyes.

'How dare he?!', you thought.

You went towards Zoro and grabbed him by his leg and pulled him back into the water.

You laughed out loud as he glared at you.

"You vile woman!", he said as he started to swim towards you. You chuckled as you swam further away from him.

It soon turned into a game where he had to swim faster to get to get to you.

Soon he caught you by your waist and pulled you closer to him. You both laughed for a while you failed to wiggle out from his strong grip.

He placed his hand on your chin and turned you towards him, locking your lips with his.

You placed your hands around his shoulders and ran your hands on his back. After your make out session, you could feel him tugging you loser to him and... you could feel his hard member.

Yeah... its been a while since you two had done it. You wrapped your legs around his hips. He carried you towards the lakeside and placed you.

"Wait zoro. What if someone sees?"

"Damn lets give them a show", he said kissing your inner thigh and making you shiver. His tongue started to do work as you gasped at the fast moment. He knew all your erogenous zones.

He kept going in and out with so much of skill. 'Damn this idiot. He knows what makes me crave more', you cursed between your moans.

"No zoro.... stop...", you managed to say but he just went ahead and placed a 2 digits in your cunt.

He continuer to sucked as his fingers rubbed in that place. Making you arch your back.

"Zoro. Wait! I... can't hold it in", you moaned and you felt him smirk against your skin. 'This person is gonna be the death of me' you thought as you came on his face.

He just grinned as he licked his fingers. 'Does he even know how hot he us actually', your chest heaved up and down.

He kissed your jaw and then travelled down to your neck. Leaving hickeys along the way. You knew they'd turn purple tomorrow but you didn't care. You filpped him over, so now, he was under you now. You nibbled on his ear as he continued to kiss your shoulder.

You grinded his lap and he moaned. "Woman. You don't wanna walk for a week. Do you?", he smirked as you grinned.

"You know I'm also strong Zoro kun. I can get back on my feet so", you whispered the last part, "You can ravish me"

That was like a snap for Zoro. He just tossed you and positioned him at your entrance. In one swift motion he rammed into you. He was damn rough. But you loved it that way and he knew it. He kept hitting the sweet spot that you liked and his mouth sucked on your nipples.

The sounds of moaning, skin slapping and groans echoed the area. He was getting so close to making you cum again.

He kissed the tears from the corner of your eye and nibbled on your jaw.

"Its okay. Go ahead", he said and you nodded as you came again. But did he stop thrusting once you came. Hell no. Why? Because him being the strongest monster, it took a long time for him to cum.

After a few more rounds, he started to become more rough and restless. You knew he was now on his verge.

"Cum fast Zoro!!", you demanded for which you were given a damn deep kiss with tongues involved. He explored every inch of your mouth and then came with a loud grunt.

He plopped on your chest as you gasped for air. You kissed his forehead as you both chuckled. After a few minutes, you both wore your clothes. Damn they were dry by the time you wore them.

You tried to walk but almost fell down but he caught you in time. He had a smug look on his face as he looked at your red face.

He crouched before you, to give you a ride back to the ship. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He placed his strong arms under your thighs and got up. He walked back with you telling him the directions. But still the Marimo got lost often. "Damn it Zoro!! Its freaking straight. Don't get lost", you shouted.

"Shut up! I know what I am doing", he shouted at you again.

Yeah... even if you both shouted at each other, you both loved each other to the core.

XOXOXOXO

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