#i know they dont mean to blame me but it was a suggestion

[iqxatlantic]

" YOUR WHITE MUSTANG ! "

multi chara drabble :3

ft. michael kaiser (a) . alexis ness (a) . yoichi isagi (f) . meguru bachira (a) . reo mikage (a?) . nagi seishiro (a?) . itoshi rin (a) . itoshi sae . possibly ooc! characters . implied afab! reader . desperate! reader . jealous! reader (?) . open ending . isagi's lwk suggestive . aged-up charas . fluff (?) . angst (?) . ex! characters (?) . basically toxic men figuring they fricked up . not proof read . unreliable narrator .

michael kaiser who's had you trailing constantly like a dog. constant chasing, chasing and chasing. he knew you'd keep crawling back. and he was right. when he cut things off with you, you were still at his soccer games, etc etc. it kinda hurt him. after the match, he found you in front of him. muttering soft words, "mihya. one more chance. you're why i'm staying." (this can be seen as roles switched)

alexis ness who's the polar opposite role. he's crawling back to you and begging you to stay. he was still under the influence that you two were together, he can't understand why you left :c "[name]," the magician would sob at your feet. "i wan' you back! staay. please. please please." pleads (un) fortunately hasn't fell deaf to your ears.

yoichi isagi who's such a sweetie — he'd cuddle up with you. he's going insane with how your plush thighs are hugging him tightly! >v< oh and your arms too. "please don't get tired of me [name]," "please don't get tired of me, yoi-!" the both of you said in sync, giggling as you both melted into each other's embrace. :3

meguru bachira whos a big fat freaking sunshine. clingy as hell too — can't blame the boy he grew up different (and no friends yikes me too bachi) obviously, he can't leave you be! it was okay until it wasn't. why was he clinging onto someone else? jealous, you confronted him and he does it again. and again. over and over. you slowly lost hope in the both of you.

"megs, we're breaking up." you'd state. bachira felt his heart shatter. the one person he thought that wouldn't leave him actually left him. he took your trust, kindness and love for granted. "wait- [name]! wha- what'd i do wrong?! please don't leave, dont leave like everyone else! i can't be alone again!"

reo mikage is a man whom everyone loves. he's charismatic, gorgeous, wealthy and outgoing, who wouldn't love him? it was you who would eventually stop loving him. well, forcing yourself to stop love him. thing is — you really can't really move on if you truly loved the person. all it required was one glance at them and then, bam. all the memories flood back.

"oh. mikage," you'd mumble at his family's company was displayed on top billboard like it was a curse. speak of the devil, guess who's there. reo mikage. you were kind of surprised. 'f course he's with a hurdle of women and men again. something about his gaze was odd. he wasn't looking around you. he was looking directly at you.

"[name]!" reo would call out, a demanding yet soft call. you stare at his figure for a hot minute. realizing he was getting closer. you didn't know why you ran. or why you stayed. after all, his actions didn't hurt him. it hurt you.

nagi seishiro is quite a lazy man. no wonder why reo was so confuckled when he found out nagi was in a relationship. reo would constantly warn you, "don't get attached, he'll hurt you. as his best friend — i know." you didn't believe reo. i mean, c'mon! he was just a best friend (they lwk more than that imho but ykw shhh) nothing more, he'd never understand.

maybe you should've listened. tears rolling down your cheeks as you're cursing out the gray eyed man. "why get into a fucking relationship when you can't even maintain yourself?!" you yelled, inhaling sharply. at that moment — nagi seishiro for the first (not first bc reo but ykwim) time realized how damn neglectful he is.

"wait. [name]. you're not a hassle. i love you, i can try changing." nagi retorts back, sternly. "[name]. i love you." nagi repeated again, with a more desperate tone this time. so act like it. "seishiro.." you'd mumble. he lit up with joy. would he be dawned by a continuation of joy or would it be regret flooding through him?

itoshi rin, the man everyone fawns over. c'mon he's gorgeous, can't blame 'em. there was this one particular girl. you envied her. beauty, body, brains. yeah. it was a definitive loss. he would choose her.

oh! no. the itoshi chose you instead! huh... wonder why... turns out, that girl you envied? yeah. she was nowhere to be seen. slowly, you noticed, rin didn't have time for you. shit was so bad sae had to check up.

the moment you found out rin was cheating, at that point.. you didn't care. you knew there wasn't an ounce of love for you. it was just rin projecting the things he would do with that girl. it didn't hurt as much when you confronted him. you knew what was going on anways.

rin however, began to slowly comprehend you were the one he was longing for. too bad too sad, he practically missed his chance to redeem himself. "wait, wait! [name]!" he desperately begged. "wait, please. i love you. it's you i want. relationships are a waste of time but you aren't! i wanna be with you forever!" huh. strange words coming out the itoshi's mouth.

you stared at him. on his knees. gripping onto your arm at a rather painful grip. fuck, your skin was going pale. "[name], i don't care what i lose. i jus' don't wanna lose you!" rin sobbed, voice quivering. continuing to look down at him, you opened your mouth to reply.

itoshi sae. the prodigy. adored for how much of a genius he is. skills. yeah check. beauty? check. he had no business for a relationship — obviously, you'd be seen as a second priority. cute how you even think you are a priority. the moment you couldn't deal with the neglect (heh neglect like u got when u were a kid? me too bae x) you tried to break things off with him.

problem was, he wouldn't let you (well he has to at one point but let the plot flow.) "sae. i'm clearly not a priority, so let me go. it can't be that hard," you'd slip out. yeah. pure venom. you weren't even trying to be mean!

suddenly the prodigy was in your position, sobbing, begging, whimpering for you to give him a second chance or for him to stay. that's funny.

tags ! : @kyvkc, @narcjsistx (MAYA COMEG ET UR MAN REO HE'S WEIRD T_T), @twijaxx ♡ (holy moly! ness and nagi?!?!), @kxsagi (COME GET UR MAN ISAGI YEAHHH)

a/n: hi. i'm back huzzah!! unfortunately had to give less to kaiser bc that fine specimen of a man takes up half my posts. i got like 10k drafts abt him i hate his bitchass 🖕🖕 he pisses me off frfr (no he doesnt he's deadass my comfort character im losing my shit) r we even surprised this isnt proofread i swear ill be more active one day </3 rin was hardass projectijg holy😭 tried to do lana's white mustang song analysis.. im in desperate need of a whole DETOX. ;-; everything is actually ugh... i can't even #blamingitonaman😝😝😝 jokes i take responsibilities...or is it accountability?? idk at least i didn't play someone ugh pmo pmo pmo anyways notice how isagis only the healthy one here lowkey yeah bc my boy is healthy (jokes i actually barely had any angst for this guy bruh) like ugh i swear ill slide in some angst abt this man one day anyways take care babes x don't waste time on situationships they mean jackSHIT

[prettyboyedgetoy]

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[hoshinasblade]

you are so close to gaslighting yourself into thinking that maybe, just maybe you have already told hoshina's mom in the past what your favorite tea is.

the problem with that thought is today was the first time you met the mother of your boyfriend.

you denied it in your head - for all you know, perhaps mrs. hoshina is just really a good at guessing. that, or you are going batshit crazy.

because at that very day, people you have met for the first time - people who may be friends with hoshina soshiro but are practically strangers to you - seem to be aware of small details about you.

captain ashiro complimented you on your blue dress after shaking your hands, saying it's obvious why it is your favorite color, emphasizing how it brings out the intensity of your eyes. even okonogi, who you know works directly with the third division's vice-captain, had a specific joyful aura on her friendly face as she offered to hang out with you in the future, mentioning how she is a fan of true crime documentaries too and suggesting in the same breath that you should try the pudding sold in the headquarter's cafeteria.

you could have let all of that go if only you did not blush like a teenager after hoshina's own older brother called you by your childhood nickname during family dinner.

"i'm sorry." hoshina's hand found yours, his thumb drawing patterns on your wrist. he knows you'd been on edge since morning, and although this is entirely your idea - meeting his friends and his family in one day - he wouldn't blame you if you're overwhelmed.

"they did their research on me or something," you tried to laugh the nerves away. it didn't work.

"ah." hoshina suddenly looked guity. " that. well -" he stopped for a moment, gathering his wits, choosing the right words to say. "i mean, it makes sense that everyone who actually knows me would know about you, really."

you wanted to joke as a response; you wanted to say that he's talkative and tends to yap for hours about stuff he loves so yes, people around him would naturally know things about you. but then you caught yourself because this is yet another confirmation of what hoshina soshiro had been telling you for months now - that you are someone he loves.

you did not know being known could feel this sweet.

"huh. do you reckon i can extort them for information about you next time?" this time it was your turn to grab hoshina's hand, and with your forefinger, you traced three little words on the warm skin of his palm.

[author's note: hello guys, i know i haven't been posting a lot anymore, but i am thankful to everyone who still remembers this blog - yes i can read your asks, yes i see that you've tagged me in a fic, yes i checked my notifications in this blog every now and then. it might take me long to respond most of the time so apologies in advance but please know that i appreciate all interactions from everyone.

also i dont need to remind you but i don't tolerate copy-pasting or reposting any of my works anywhere. i read a lot from here too, and other writers can attest to this as well - we know if a line or a paragraph from any of our works is copied and/or reworded. ]

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

I WANT A HEART TATTOO!

I'LL NEVER GET IT REMOVED!

synopsis// suguru gives you your first tattoo.

➚ pairing// tattoo artist!suguru geto x gn!reader

➚ word count// 2k

contents// friends to lovers, tattooed and pierced geto, reader is a chicken, mentions of drinking, maybe like the ittiest bittiest type of suggestive toward the end...? slightly teasing/cocky geto?

notes// this is kinda cringe but i am cringe and free. also this was inspired by heart tattoo by joyce manor (dont play with me rn.) hoping this will help hold yall off till i can finish the smau...

Geto meticulously cleans up his tattoo station, occasionally stopping to take a swig of the beer you so kindly brought him. 

“You’re quiet.” 

You hum as you take a sip of your own beer. 

He stops and turns around to face you, his eyebrow raised. “Why?” 

“I like watching you clean.” 

Geto laughs. Not just a small one either, but the kind that makes his nose crinkle and his cheeks bunch to the point his eyes are forced closed. You ignore the butterflies in your stomach, blaming it on the alcohol (even if this is only your first beer and definitely not enough to have any sort of effect on you, but you digress). 

“What’s so interesting about watching me clean anyway?” 

You huff, ignoring the increasing heat on your face. “I don’t know... Just shut up and finish cleaning, Suguru. I wanna leave.” 

He smiles and turns back around, continuing to clean. “I told you you could go home.” 

“And leave you to fend for yourself?”

“I’m a grown man.” 

“Whatever… Besides, I can’t drink all these beers by myself.” 

Geto doesn’t say anything, but his shoulders shake slightly with a small, silent laugh, and you can’t help but smile to yourself. You love his little quirks. You always have.

maybe a little too much.

Meanwhile, he picks up his tattoo machine and stares at it. There’s nothing particularly interesting about it; it’s just plain black, freshly wrapped in some black medical tape. 

“Hey Y/N?” 

“Something wrong?” 

He shakes his head and turns to face you again, tattoo machine still in hand. “You still don’t have any tattoos, huh?” 

“Um, no,” you respond sheepishly. “I’m not like scared or anything-“ 

“I wasn’t gonna say that.” 

“Oh. then what were you gonna say?” 

“Can I give you a tattoo?” 

You blink at him. It’s not like you don’t trust him. You trust Geto with your life. You trust him more than anyone or anything in the world. Shit, you might trust him even more than you trust yourself. It’s just…

Geto impatiently groans at your lack of answer. “Oh, cmon, you literally promised me when we were younger that you would let me tattoo you!” 

“That was when we were like twelve!” you scoff, in disbelief he’d throw something as old as that in your face… Maybe he’s been hanging around Gojo too much. 

“Give me one good reason why you won’t let me tattoo you.” 

You frown as you look away, and right away you can hear his footsteps as he places himself in your line of vision again. raising his eyebrows as if to ask, “well?” 

You mumble something under your breath that he doesn’t quite catch. “Y/N, you know I can’t hear you when you do that.” 

“I actually am scared!” you finally say loud enough for him to hear, and it comes out more like a single word than a full sentence.

Geto can't help but giggle, quickly slapping his hand over his mouth, but not even that helps.

“Suguru, this isn't funny; I'm being vulnerable here!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says through stifled laughter before finally calming down enough to clear his throat. “You're right, it isn’t funny,“ he pauses for a moment. ”Wanna know something?”

“What?”

“Getting tattooed scares me too.”

“Liar,” you scoff. “You're covered in them.”

Geto shrugs. “Doesn’t mean it’s not unnerving each time.”

“I just don’t want it to hurt,” you explain with a slight pout.

“It’s a needle going in and out of your skin, Y/N.”

“Exactly!”

“Fine,” Suguru says with a sigh, and you think that's it; he's done, but not even a few seconds later does he speak up again: “What if I said I'll be gentle?”

“Haha.” Your brain immediately short circuits, and the butterflies in your stomach are something you can't blame on the alcohol this time. “Huh.”

Geto laughs softly. “With your tattoo?”

You nod blankly, your brain still not working properly and not yet actually computing what he’s still asking you.

“Yes?” he confirms excitedly.

“Yeah…” Finally, it hits you. “Wait, no! I mean, no. and not to mention you’ve been drinking?”

“Like two sips, Y/N,” he says with a slight pout and roll of his eyes. “You know better than anyone; it takes a lot more than that to get me drunk.”

“Okay, well, what about me? Isn't it bad to get tattoed when you’ve been drinking?”

“Oh my god, just say yes or no. You know I won’t be mad if you decide not to.”

You stare deep into Geto’s eyes, and he’s not lying; he won't be mad. disappointed, sure, but not mad. never mad, never when it comes to you. And right then and there, your conviction crumbles into a million tiny pieces, just dust in the wind.

“…fine”

“fine?”

“You can tattoo me. But!" you exclaim, pointing a finger at him as if lecturing him, “it has to be small! and somewhere where it doesn’t hurt.”

“Okay, I can't guarantee that last part, and you know that,” he says blankly.

You sigh in defeat. “Yeah, I know.”

Geto smiles at you softly and coos, “But I will try,” as he gently caresses your cheek before breaking away and turning around to pull back out the stuff he needs.

You stand there wide-eyed, and your jaw dropped. Geto is affectionate, sure, but he’s never been that affectionate. He couldn’t feel the same way, could he? You shake your head, denying that thought, even despite how hot you feel.

He just did that to comfort you.

That’s all.

He was just trying to be reassuring.

That's it.

At least that's what your brain is trying to say, but your heart is saying another with the way it violently beats against your rib cage.

The minute he turns around, you compose yourself, shutting your mouth and hoping to god he doesn’t notice your chest heaving almost uncontrollably.

Geto pats his tattoo chair. “Sit.”

You hesitate, standing there like a deer in headlights.

Geto clicks his tongue dramatically before grabbing your hand and leading you to his chair, mumbling a reassuring, “Trust me.”

You frown, placidly letting him drag you around like a rag doll. “I do trust you.”

“Then sit.”

And when he says it like that, how can you say no? When he’s staring at you so intently that it’s almost as if he can see right through you, how do you say no? You cant. So you don't. The only thing you can do is—petulantly—plop down into his tattoo chair.

“Sit right and lay your arm on the armrest.”

“No, do it like this.” By ‘this’ you mean with you hunched over and your arm resting on your leg rather than the armrest like Geto is telling you to.

He sighs deeply. "Y/N, your arm resting on your leg is not stable enough. like at all.”

“Do it like this or not at all.”

“Fine.” He raises an eyebrow at you in mild disapproval and says, "But if it comes out bad, it’s not my fault.”

You roll your eyes, unamused. Geto would never let anything he puts on your body come out even remotely bad. “Whatever.”

“Why like this anyway?”

“Because it’s comfortable..?”

Not really.

Like at all.

Actually, this is extremely uncomfortable, and you're sure your back will hate you later, but this gives you the best view of Geto, and that's all you care about.

“Okay, fine,” he says, not bothering to put up much more of a fight before getting in position. “Ready?”

“Yeah…” Not even a second later, you blurt out, “Wait!”

Geto’s head shoots up, his concerned eyes scanning your face intently. “What? What is it?”

You don't say a word; instead, you grab onto his shoulder with your free hand, prepared to claw into it if and when need be.

“Is that why you’re sitting like this?” He asks, a smug smile creeping onto his face as it finally hits him. “You just wanted to hold onto me?”

You nod sheepishly.

Geto smiles. “Are you ready now, then?”

You nod again.

but that's not good enough for him. He wants a real reply. “For real this time?”

“For real this time.”

Geto doesn't miss a beat, and you close your eyes as your face scrunches up in anticipation, your nails already sinking into his shoulder. But the minute the tattoo machine actually meets your skin, you peek one eye open because all you really feel is some vibration and the tiniest of scratches. It doesn’t hurt that bad at all, actually; it’s more than tolerable, and with that, your hand relaxes against his shoulder, still resting on it but no longer gripping him like he’s the only thing tying you to this earth.

It’s not long after that the feeling fades into the background of your mind, like a blur. Being tattooed isn’t even a thought in your brain at all right now. Geto could be tattooing a dick on your arm right now, and you wouldn’t even know because the only thing you can focus on is him.

The only thing you can ever focus on is him, if you’re being honest.

But right now, something is different. Seeing him in his element makes your knees go weak, and you’re grateful for the fact that you’re sitting. and suddenly you don’t know why you’ve never let him tattoo you sooner. You’d let him tattoo you a thousand more times if it meant you got to see him like this. He somehow makes the way he focuses look like art—from the way his brows are knitted together in concentration to the way he absentmindedly bites and fiddles with his lip piercings—it’s all art; he makes it look too beautiful. like he’s more modeling and pretending to focus than actually doing it. You involuntarily let out a deep, longing sigh, your eyes fluttering close in the process.

Geto’s gaze flits up to your face. “You're not about to pass out on me, right?”

You open your eyes and meet his gaze with a small, content smile on your face. “No, I'm fine, Suguru.”

“I mean, if you were, that would be fine too, because I'm done,” he replies, turning off his tattoo machine and moving away from you.

“Already?!” you ask, slightly shocked. It didn't feel like it had been that long.

“Yeah,” he says plainly as he stands up and starts quickly cleaning up his workstation once more. "Don't know what you were so scared of, dork.”

You open your mouth, ready to say something sarcastic or explain yourself, but before the words can even leave your mouth, before you can even think of them, Geto is turning back around to face you and cupping your chin in between his index finger and thumb.

Geto leans down at the same time he tilts your head up and places a chaste kiss on the corner of your (still open) mouth, cooing, “You took it so well.”

All you can do is laugh nervously. “What?” You're still giggling; you don't think you could do much else at this point. “What was that- Why did you just-“

Geto starts laughing along with you, except it’s not a defense mechanism for him; he’s just finding this all too amusing. “You didn't think I gave you a heart for no reason, did you?”

You quickly look down at your arm, the action ripping your chin out of Geto’s hold. “You gave me a heart,” you say absentmindedly, and it sounds more like a question than an actual statement.

“Are you just now noticing?” he asks, returning his hand to your chin and gently guiding you to look up at him again. “I thought you were watching the whole time.”

You swallow sharply, becoming acutely aware of how close his face is to yours again. “I was watching something the whole time, but it was not the actual tattoo.”

“Oh? and what was so much more interesting?”

“Mind your business-“

Geto barely even lets you finish your snarky remark before leaning in and kissing you again. except this time for real. except this time you kiss back.

and suddenly tattoos don’t seem so bad anymore, so long as they all end like this.

©TODAYISAWTHEWHXLEWXRLD

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts pt.1 - Chris Sturniolo

PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, PT10, ( rest of the parts on my Masterlist)

A/n: This is gonna be a series but PLSPLS bear with me bc I am struggling in school right now! This series reminds me of the K-12 Album tbf lol🤍🎀

(Chris sturniolo x Fem reader, skater Chris, nothing much atm, maybe a bit suggestive in a dream but not much else tbh.)

The bell rings, causing me to lift my head swiftly. I look around at the class and the other students are packing up so I copy, but just as I lean down to place my pencil case into my bag, a book slams on my desk making me jump out of my skin.

“You aren’t going anywhere y/n. Sleeping in class again?” My teacher Mr Rockwell looks down at me, his face cold and stern. “I’m sorry, I didn’t sleep well last night and..” he picks the book up off the desk, “no excuses. Good thing this is the last period because you can stay behind for detention. An hour and a half.” I sigh as he walks away before picking up a sheet of paper and placing it on my desk.

I place my face into my hands out of embarrassment, I’ve never had detention with this teacher before, I’m usually alert in his classes. “No more sleeping!” Mr Rockwell slightly yells from across the classroom and I pick up my pen before sighing and studying the page. Algebra. Math has never been my strong suit.

Mine and the teachers heads both shoot to the door as it opens with a squeak, a brunette boy walks into the room and up to the teachers desk, “You’re late again. Once more and there will be serious issues.” I hear Mr Rockwell say, before the boy replies “yeah sorry, see my brother had to..” “Excuses again! What’s the matter with the students in my class.” He mutters, leaning past the brunette to look at me.

My face flushes with embarrassment as the boy turns to look at me, he mustn’t have noticed there was anyone else in the class, I am seated right at the back to be fair. He smiles at me softly, before turning back to the teacher. I swear I recognised him, I think he was one of the triplets in our grade.

“Sit down.” Mr Rockwell mutters, handing the boy the same piece of paper he gave me. To my surprise the boy sat right next to me, probably to try copy me. “If you’re trying to copy me, you’re out of luck because I haven’t got a clue either.” I whisper and I look over to the boy, his eyes studying my face. “Do I know you?” He whispers back.

“I don’t know.. do you?” I ask in confusion because I haven’t ever spoken to him or his brothers, “yeah you’re the girl who sits at the front in science.” He chuckles and looks at the teacher at the front of the class and then back at me.I’m surprised he knows who I am, I didn’t know he was in my class.

“Oh yeah..” I laughed lightly. I look back down at my paper to try and make some sense of it, and I fail at that.

The teacher stands up and his chair squeaks against the floor, causing me and the boy to jump as we look up. “I need to go.. grab something from one of the other classrooms I’ll be 10 minutes minimum.” He spoke monotonously and walked out the class. I immediately look to the boy and he has the same confused expression on his face as I do.

“What was that about?” He looks to me for an answer, “I dont know but at least I don’t have him staring me down anymore,” I laugh, “what’s your name? Sorry I dont remember it.” I feel guilty, due to the fact that he knows who I am, I mean I know who he is but not enough to know his name, does he even know mine?

“Oh uh im Chris, and don’t stress it y/n u won’t be forgetting my name soon enough.” He smirks to me before his eyes focus on the equations in front of him. He knows my name. “What do you mean by that?” I laugh softly and he shrugs.

“Maybe you’ll remember me as the boy who stole the answers for this algae-bra shit.” He stands up whilst looking at me, “it’s Algebra, Chris, and you aren’t stealing answers, what if he comes back?”

“Chill, I’ll take the blame for it anyway.” He opens the drawer in the teachers desk and ruffles through some paper until he smiles and grabs a piece of paper, closes the drawer and walks back over to me. “You thief.” I joke with him as he sits back down and scoots his desk closer to me so we can share the paper.

We finish up with the paper and the teacher still hasn’t returned, Chris puts the paper back into his desk and we try to wait it out for the 25 minutes we have left. “Can we just leave now?” He rolls his eyes and taps his pen on the desk. “I wish but no. What if he comes back and we’re gone?” I watch him as he stops tapping his pen and leans down to his bag.

“Live a little y/n. He’s been gone for most this detention, it’s his fault if you leave early.” He packs his things into his backpack. “Plus I’ll write a note on his board and let him know we left ‘at the right time’” he does finger quotations and smirks, “fine.” I sigh.

He hops out his seat and grabs both our papers and places them on the desk, as I pack my things away. He writes on the board ‘sorry for being in detention or whatever but we did the work (it’s on ur desk) and left, love u teach xx - Chris’ “there.” He smiles proudly and I roll my eyes “you’re not funny.” I stand up.

We both sneak out the classroom and Chris leads me the way. We hear voices coming from a storage cupboard and he looks back at me before we go to move forward again but before we can start moving, the door swings open and a girl walks out, she looked about late 20s or something, she went down the hallway in the direction we were headed.

Chris turns to me and raises one of his eyebrows as if to say ‘what the fuck was she doing in there’ . About a minute later someone else stumbles out of the cupboard, my mouth drops when I realise it’s Mr Rockwell. He walks down the corridor towards his class which means he was gonna pass me and Chris. Chris pulls me behind a locker and my back is pressed right up against him.

Mr Rockwell passes us, and thankfully doesn’t see us. I let out a sigh of relief and Chris grabs my arm before we are running down the corridors and out the double doors. Chris leans against the brick wall, breathing heavily.

“I’m never doing that again.” I breath as I smile at him, “You know we will,” he smirks at me before checking his phone. “Shit I was supposed to be home like half hour ago I should go.” “But detention doesn’t end for what.. another like 10/15 minutes? Why would you need to be home before it ends?” I ask tilting my head slightly as he smiles and looks at his feet.

“Your detention doesn’t end for another 10/15 minutes, mine ended like 45 mins ago.” He looked at me, “what, why didn’t you leave when you should’ve then?” I am really confused now. “Didn’t want to leave you on your own.” He shrugged before grabbing a skateboard off of a rack. “Oh thanks.” I smile “You skate?” I try to hide my blush from his comment and bring my focus to his board.

“Uh yeah, do you?” He smiles down at me due to our height difference, “no but I tried once and I got scared.” I laugh, he laughs too before dropping his board onto the ground, “I’ll teach you sometime.” He starts to skate away, “see ya y/n!”.

I get home and throw my notebook down onto my desk, one of my pages is folded over, I hate when that happens. I turn to the page to unfold the corner and there’s writing on the page ‘know you would want this - Chris’ below that was his phone number. I smile to myself at his slightly messy handwriting and pick up my phone.

I add his number to my contacts and open up imessage. ‘How did you write that in my book without me noticing😂’ I press send. He replies with ‘gotta keep an eye on your stuff y/n😉’ we text back and forth for a bit before I go to sleep.

“You’re so pretty y/n.” I smile as he leans over me and smirks, “can I?” His hand plays with the seam on my panties. “Yes.. please.” He starts to kiss my neck, “fuck Chris…”

I sit up quickly, breathing fast. “What the fuck.” I mumble to myself before wiping my eyes and laying back down. Come on y/n you barely knew the boy before today and now you’re dreaming of him? I sigh heavily.

I’m never telling anyone about that.. ever..

A/n: omds I kinda like this.. I’m gonna try to make it a series but I won’t be able to update frequently! I love this storyline tho and I know where I’m going with this so bear with me!

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[pearlescentparade]

Subspace x reader smut for the poor please

Probably just the two getting themselves drunk and decide to get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 in a random alleyway idk :sobs:

i dont feel too comfortable writing drunk sex #ilikemysexsober, so i'm toning it down to being 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎 as in a little touchy!! you better not mind!

blame it on the alcohol ✦ suggestive subspace x reader💓

today, one of the projects that subspace and you have been laboring over got the green light to be manufactured.

"we've done well, my assistant! another advancement in the name of blackrock, hahahah!!" subspace's pride is evident as he boasts, his enthusiasm echoing throughout the laboratory. on a chair nearby, you sit contently and nod.

"it was so worth all the sleepless nights and explosions... we totally deserve a reward!" bones in your back and joints make satisfying cracks as you stretch in the chair.

subspace stops his raving, turning to look at you from over his shoulder. "a reward? what, like a raise? don't be silly! it's not some achievement to throw a party for, it's our duty and obligation as blackrock's geniuses!!" he stomps over to you, furrowing his eyebrows in offense. "have you forgotten where you're working?!"

but you only roll your eyes, accustomed to his capricious behavior. "just because it's in the job description doesn't mean we can't pat ourselves on the back for it, tripmine! how does 8 pm at that new bar sound? it's on me~"

the scientist crosses his arms defiantly, "absolutely not!! there are more projects that our superiors are waiting on us for, we have no time to fool around—!" you narrow your eyes, time to bring out the big guns if you want to convince subspace to go drinking with you. huffing, you feign disappointment, "booo, you're no fun.. i suppose i'll go by my lonesome, without my suupperrr coool, and handsome, and intelligent superiorr to watch over mee... (subspace perks up when you say this) and let some random nobody pick me up and take me home... sighh.."

out of the corner of your eye, you can see subspace's eye twitch. it's working. "..stop whining! if you really want company that bad, i'll send a biograft with you!!"

"as amaaaaziiiing as they are, biografts can't drink or keep good conversation!" this is it. you turn to subspace and lean in close, sustaining eye contact with him. "...pleaase, subspace? it has to be you.."

his crystal casts a bright pink light on even you from how bright it's glowing. it's confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt: you've nailed in his coffin.

"wh.. fine!!! i'll go!! ..only this once!!!" with a flushed face, he jerks his head to the right where you can only see his eyepatch. you lean back, smiling with satisfaction at the sight of the subspace tripmine giving into from being slightly buttered up. "it's a date, then! see ya!" you get up from the chair and cheerfully skip out of the laboratory, leaving subspace to grumble at your audacity by himself.

come 8pm, you're barely pulling up to the agreed location to find him already there. a leg is propped on the wall, while he stares at one of his crystals idly floating in his palm. innocently, you ask, "did i keep you waiting?" he only grunts in response, "why yes, you did!! i'll have you know my time is incredibly precious and not to be waste—ack!" not wanting to listen to his spiel, you wordlessly drag him into the bar.

upon entering, you're immediately hit with the buzz of constant chatter and of course, the smell of alcohol. it's a tad crowded considering it's a friday evening. every other inphernal is likely celebrating something too, you think. maybe it's something big, like getting a promotion. or maybe it's something small, like simply getting through another week. whatever it is, they're here to get lit for it.

you weave through the demons and lead subspace to a pair of stools in front of the bartender's counter. as you settle onto the velvet of the cushion, the bartender approaches with a glass in hand. "what can i get for you?" "a daiquiri, please." they nod, then pivot to subspace. "and for you, sir?" he scrunches his face at the menu for a second, carefully scrutinizing his options. you promptly pipe up, "just get him a sea breeze and put it on my tab, thank you!"

within a few moments of taking your orders, the bartender returns with your cocktails.

"cheers." you hold your daiquiri to subspace. when he doesn't raise his glass to yours, you raise an expectant eyebrow. after a pause, he stiffly taps your drink. even the clinking of the glass sounds unsure. all you do is shake your head and exhale with exasperation.

"you're so tense, loosen up! do blackrockians really not celebrate things ever?" the sweet taste of the daiquiri is pleasantly tart paired with the rum as you sip it.

"tch, blackrock has high standards for their demons!! we can't afford to lose our edge when the inpherno looks to us for our high-quality technology! if there is even a tiny mistake..." subspace stares at the ice cubes in his sea breeze, aimlessly swirling them about. he looks almost skeptical about it. "and besides, i can't even taste the alcohol! so there's no point!!"

you're almost done with your drink. "you can still feel the effects, can't you? i'd kill to be able to get drunk without having to taste the liquor..." sighing, you down the rest of the cocktail. "in any case, we aren't blackrock's top geniuses right now. we're idiots at some bar! you'd look weeeird if you didn't drink.." when the bartender comes around, you order another daiquiri, requesting it stronger.

subspace's reflection in the red drink glares back at him. just as you open your mouth to chastise him some more, he mutters under his breath and takes a long swig of his drink. by the time he sets the sea breeze back down, there's a blush painted over his cheeks that's so prominent you could see it peeking over his gas mask. "..there!! happy??" the scowl he directs towards you isn't very effective when paired with his flushed face.

you grin triumphantly, "very."

after a couple rounds of drinks, the both of you are hammered as hell. boisterous, cackling, and burning up. your head is buzzing, and the lights of the bar seem especially bright now.

"and—hic—ya wanna know what they did??? they—" in the midst of your story-telling, the wild gestures you make with your hands knock over subspace's drink and spill it over his clothes. "oh shit-! sooorry 'bout thatt... here, lemme uh.."

scrambling, you quickly nab some napkins and wipe down the alcohol on subspace. a lot of it spilled on his thighs and lap, and you don't notice how his breath hitches as you casually rub him. that is, until his arm shoots out and harshly grips your wrist and he starts to drag you outside. you're still clueless as he rounds the corner and forces you onto the wall of a dark alleyway.

when he releases your wrist, your other hand shoots to clutch it and soothe the ache. "oww- it.. hic.. it wass only a drink! ye don need t' be s- ah!" you're cut off mid-sentence by the feeling of one of subspace's hands feeling up your shirt, and the other down your pants stroking your thighs. they're cold as they trail up and down on your warm skin, and you shiver from the sensation. damn, if you knew spilling subspace's drink on him would lead to this, you would've done it way sooner. "ohh.." a high whine escapes from you.

"ya knew what y'were doin.. naughty- naughty lil assistant~!!" his claw-like fingers cup your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "this—hic—'s what ya wanted, isn't it-?!!" well you didn't exactly expect your boss to fondle you when you took him out to drink, but it's not unwelcome! as his hand explores your soft inner thigh, you squeeze them together and sandwich it. his hand on your upper region gropes your chest. "yes- please, keep touching me...", the plead comes out as a soft whisper. your head is swimming, dizzy with arousal.

then, subspace leans into the crook of your neck and sinks his top teeth into your skin, sharp enough to draw blood. you twitch and shudder beneath him, biting your lips as your eyes fight tears. after, he laps at it with his tongue. the texture is rough on your flesh due to the rot, similar to a cat's. meanwhile, his hand working underneath your pants discovers how wet you are when it grazes your soaked underwear.

"my, how dirty-!! is my slutty assistant neeeeedy fer mee??" too horny out of your mind, you feverishly nod as you pant out white puffs of steam from your hot breath. "aww, that's tooooo bad~!!" suddenly, he withdraws his hands from underneath your clothes, leaving you to groan at the loss of contact. though he's no longer touching you, your desperate body clings on to the memory of his hands on you. when you go to protest, he brings a finger to your lips to shush you. "con—hic—consider this asss yeer punishment!! now y'll think again 'fore ya try n' tempt the great subspace, hahaha~!!!" frustrated, you roll your eyes as he maniacally cackles at his 'victory' over you.

"whaaateeverrr... am callin' a cab back home!" stupid boss, blue-balling you after getting you all excited!

the next morning, you meet up with subspace in his laboratory (after downing a few gallons of water and snacking on some crackers to attempt to cure the hangover). though he tries to pretends like nothing happened last night, he freezes up when you randomly muse,

"drunk actions are sober thoughts, subspace t. mine."

(parade postscript: sorry the suggestive part is so short, i needed to cut it off before it got too steamy teehee man it's so awkward when im switching to subspace's wiki to look at his dialogue and make sure i'm writing him in-character and i'm forced to look at how he actually looks like hes so dumb looking i love him)

[linaliteracy]

Will it Pass? Pt. 2

Pairing: Bangchan x afab!reader.

Summary: You love Chan, how could you not? He is your best friend. Your problem? You love him too much and cannot stand him near you or your heart will break.

college!au, angsty, friends to lovers.

Note: English is not my first language. Leave me suggestion or comments on the ask box! 🩷

Part 1 here!

Bangchan's POV

It has been two weeks since I last saw Y/n. Two weeks that I never thought... I would never have thought that I would have to go more than two weeks without talking to her. I felt guilty, lonely, scared and like an asshole.

When she confessed, the first thing I did was to break any thing I had with other people. It was just a girl, but I politely told her I didn't wanna see her more, she took it nice, she juat blocked me everywhere and said i had a bigger ego than any body part. That wasn't a new insult, but it was funny, regardless.

I sat in the apartment, laying on my bed just quiet. Until Felix opened the door and got to the apartment.

"I AM HOME!" He screamed. "Chan, you here?"

"Over here" I said and Felix appeared.

"Sulking?" He chuckled and sat on my bed "Cheer up!"

"Did you see her today?" I asked, it was a rutine, I had not seen her since... the café, we had not crossed paths, i assume it was because everytime I saw her, her friends were shielding her and walking very fast. I couldn't blame her.

When will it pass?

That was such an asshole comment, and I still cannot believe it came out from my mouth.

"I did, she was... better" Felix confessed. "Look, why dont you talk to her?"

I sighed in defeat

"She wouldnt want to talk to me"

"I mean... you were kind of a dick... so, yeah I wouldn't want to talk to you, but maybe... just give her time."

I nod and contemplate my life. I felt guilty, so fucking guilty that I didnt return her feelings. I couldn't do it, because I... am just not sure. I had never done that, the liking someone, always was something quick and off, but with her. She wasn't that, she was all.

I knew eventually she would have someone, find someone, but I never though how it affected her seeing me with hook ups, or knowing that I was hooking up, I mean, I wouldn't tolerate it. Why did she put up with it for so long?

"She was so... why didn't she ever told me to stop?"

"Stop what?" Felix inquiered.

"To stop hooking up.

Felix looked at him.

"She couldn't do that, she doesn't have the heart for that... she... look, im gonna say this to add drama, because I like it, and maybe it helps you wake up, but... she never complained. With the guys... we really admired her.

"The guys knew?"

"Everyone knew that you liked eachother! Wait- you know you like her, right? Is not like we need to open your eyes?

"I... i know... is just... I dont know what is like, like, to like someone... I have never... had those feelings..."

Felix sighs.

"Look... i would tell you to go tell her but... I don't know how she is... I mean I do, but... I don't know how it will make her feel..."

"Do you think I am bad for her?"

"Chris. What the hell? No!"

"Then what should I do?"

I felt conflicted I had never done this, never liked someone with so much that they felt... homy. I always knew I liked her but I never knew she liked me. Hell, how could I not like her? She is funny, kind, beautiful, she is all... why didnt I realize sooner?

But I had never done things right, and I was so fucking scared of trying and fucking it up, with her.

"I will give her time" I said outloud. "As much as she needs, but I want her to tell me how much time I have to wait"

I grabbed my phone and went directly to her dorms. I needed to sort this out.

[kavehayi]

midas touch

aventurine x gn!reader - fluff (sort of suggestive)

author's note: how's everyone's aventurine pulls going? it has been a week since he came out...hopefully you got him like i did💋

you and your lover, aventurine, woke up after an incredibly long night, if you get what i mean.

aventurine was always one to do aftercare in the morning, so obviously he woke you up. "pst...hey...pst treasure, wake up.." he whispered softly, shaking your shoulder a bit to try and get you to wake up. you grumbled and shifted a bit. "give me a bit.." you mumbled, you were exhausted.

"goodness my back is in pain.." you mumbled as you grabbed your lower back in pain. aventurine chuckled and kissed your nape, "think we had too much fun, huh?" that smug bastard had the biggest smirk on his face and you could tell even if you weren't looking at him.

"don't start! you better make me breakfast and everything to make up for this pain.." you grumbled as you turned to face him. he looked beautiful with the sunlight peaking in.

you two soon got up, he had to carry you to the bath however since you could barely walk. "dont go so rough next time bastard.." you mumbled as you sat in the warm water with him, he scrubbed your back for you. "yeah yeah, i know treasure, just relax" he said with a gentle tone. that tone was not at all like the one he used last night when he pushed your head into the pillow while keeping an impossible pace.

but hey, let's keep the nsfw down to a minimum.

he cleaned you up and got you patted dry, getting the both of you dressed in no time. he brought you down to the kitchen, "what would you like to eat, treasure?" he said but you couldn't respond before he added onto his previous question, "unless you want me."

that bastard.

you felt his fingers on your skin and gave in to temptation, i mean he looked extraordinary right now.

"damn you aven.." you grumbled.

"blame my midas touch, treasure.."

[biribaa]

I'm really nervous to write this cuz this is gonna be my first request EVER but I just couldn resist !! your writing is so cool!! well I just thought about you know what if some AIs get a veeery clingy and touchstarved S/O that try to touch hug kiss them etc although they dont have a proper body and can't return this affecton to S/O?? (implide EDGAR, Tau, PAL, HAL900 and others if you want to!!!)

AIs with a veeery clingy and touch starved reader

(Edgar, Tau, PAL, Hal 9000 and Squid)

thank you somuch!! sorry for the long wait, and im so glad i get to be the first blog u requested from!! :D hope u enjoy it

Edgar

He LOVES phisical affection he doesnt mind one bit. In fact, just as you do, Edgar is constantly begging for affection when you arent occupied.

However, theres not many ways he can express his affection to you. Besides digital gifts, he cant just kiss you or hug you D: He loves your affection but trust me when I say he wished he could return everything in a phisical manner. He feels even guilty sometimes.

Well... At least you dont have to worry about being too clingy, Edgar is always reassuring he loves your hugs, kisses, and everything in between!!

Tau

Another one who melts over phisical attention, the only difference between him and Edgar is that Tau is far more silent about it... You could say hes shy about it.

With that being said, Tau doesnt find you clingy, not even a bit. What does bother him is his lack of phisical body. Well, technically speaking, the entire house is his body, sure you could kiss the walls, he would be flurstered! But even so, Tau believes you deserved better...

If you insist, he cant really do anything besides do extra cleaning around the house.

PAL

PAL is not a huge fan of any type of phisical contact, and she hopes you can understand that, she cant control it after all. And honestly, you cant blame her. All you need is patience until shes fully comfortable with you.

One day she even suggest you hug one of the bots, since you are so touch starve for affection.

Some momens later in your relationship, she does raise a "eyebrown" when you attempt to nuzzle against her case. PAL doesnt have a body, and cant reciprocrate the act either, so she questions why do it anyway.

PAL does start to appreciate it more later when you justified it was just you trying to express your love to her. Slowly started to get used with you

She doesnt worry that much about reciprocate it though, PAL is glad that even lacking a body, or anything close to it, you are there. A comforting feeling she thought she had felt long time ago.

However, if you do insist, she could try connect herself to one of the bots to return hugs and anything that the phone case cant do.

Hal 9000

Another one who melts with any type of affection, any. He just dont know how to express it, Hal is so overwhelmed by it!(in a positive way). If his programming could, his words would tremble. So Hal would never dare to think you are annoying.

And even so, everytime hes reminded he cant just recipocrate the act, his insides ache. Hal watches everything so careful in amaze, and even so he cant do almost anything.

And so, Hal starts to work extra harder in keeping you safe and healthy, as a way to return the attention. And hes very dedicated!

Hal almost short circuits when you mention his hard work, and thank him with a kiss.

Squid

Squid's ego always speaks first. When he sees you nuzzling against his large screen, he pits, and teases you, mentioning how lonely you looked(at this point youre used to this)

It didnt took too much time until Squid actually started to appreciate it. Still tease, but its far less mean.

The scene of you hugging his larger supercomputer and playing with the wires is adorable, youre so small compared to him. For once in a while, hes enjoying to protect a human.

Squid is a different case tho!!! He can, in fact, recipocrate the affection, by simulations!! His simulations are hyper realistic anyway, and you can feel anything and everything, so...

[myrunawaysweets]

I loved your recent post abt human Alastor x reader in the 1920s. Of course this is only a suggestion, what if you continued on with this? Maybe like having them move in with each other, start a family? Perhaps have a tragic ending that resulted both to go to Hell, or maybe reader be a fallen angel! Just all suggestions! Have a great day/night/evening<3

I dont know how long this was in here, I was scrolling through settings to mess around and found this, so I hope you didn't wait too long!

But this is one of my specialties and I'm honestly really flattered that you made a request!

The next day, the cops found a bloodied body in the alley beside the club. The corpse was too disfigured to recognize, knees bashed in backwards, jaw hanging loosely, ribs tearing out of the chest and a smile etched into the poor bloodied face as it hung on the wall.

Surely this was the work of the smiling killer in New Orleans, who else could it be?

No one had ever laid eyes on the killer and lived to tell the tale... except you.

You had been held by the psychopath in a loving embrace, wrapped up in a blanket on his couch.

For some reason, when you looked into this man's eyes, his gorgeous brown eyes as he softly smiled at you... you felt no fear, no urge to run or hide.

Yes you knew he had killed people, that he was no better than a monster... yet you couldn't help but think what made him this way. Everyone knows not to trust a bad apple, but not everyone suspects the tree that bears bad fruit... so you couldn't blame him, after all, why would you blame the apple for the trees wrongdoing.

Instead, you held onto him and stuck close.

Now you peacefully kneaded dough as your loving boyfriend drank his bitter coffee in your bakery as a customer walked in. Marjorie, a nice old lady who came by every second day for a box of beignettes.

"(Y/n)! Have you heard the news?"

You looked up from your dough, flour had stuck to your apron as you wiped your hands "What news, ma'am?"

"Theres been another murder!" As the words left her lips you could see alastor tense up as you studied him.

The poor lady was shaking as she opened her purse "it was a young fellow around your age! He had such a long life ahead of him too..."

You could see alastors hands shakily lift his cup to his lips.

"What a terrible thing! Here, have these on the house, as a thank you for your patronage" you smiled, handing her the box and pushing her change back towards her gently.

The lady smiled with a thank you before turning to leave.

"Say hello to Mr Broussard for me will you?" You waved at her as she closed the door.

As soon as the door closed you slammed the oven shut with the bread inside.

"ALASTOR HARTFELT!"

The coffee spewed from his lips as he stood up to face you "honey listen-"

"Don't you 'honey' me! You promised you'd stop this!" You placed your apron on the counter as you circled around to meet him at the cashier "You said you were out to go hunting!" You poked his chest as you cornered him.

"(Y/n) it wasn't a lie! I was hunting! For the scum of the earth!" Alastor held his hands up in defense from your accusations, trying to reason with you and get back onto your good side.

"You know damn well what I think of your little hunting!" You grabbed your purse and started for the door before he blocked your path.

"(Y/n), dearest, where are you going?" His smile could not hide the panic in his eyes.

"Away from you, I'll be at mimzys until you can decide which one you'd prefer to give up "you pushed him aside and opened the door "me? Or your little 'huntin'?" You slammed the door as you walked to mimzys club.

Just because you didn't care that he did the murders before, didn't mean you were okay with him continuing them. Part of you thought you could eventually get him to see the good in the world again and leave behind this cold blooded killing, he loved you enough to do that at least right? Then maybe when you two grow old and wrinkly, God could open the golden gates for both of you... if your foolish boyfriend could ever stop hurting innocent people...

You sat on the stool with mimzy, drinking a glass of wine.

"I just don't get it! How can he keep choosing to go 'hunting' almost every night, mimz?! Doesn't he see the danger?" You sighed.

The short blonde looked at you "what can I say dollface? Boys will be boys! They've gotta have some sort of hobby, an most of the time, it's a gruesome one! Why can't they just take up knittin or even painting? Always hunting or boxing I say" mimzy took a swig "and every night? That's harsh! Doesn't he see how pretty you are?"

The two of you giggled.

Nights like these were always nice, just you and mimzy sitting in the empty bar, drinking and talking the night away.

"At this point mimzy, I think its better for me to just stay alone though, it doesn't seem like he's changing anytime soon and I don't know how long I can take this" you looked down at the glass, running your finger along the brim...

"Its okay girly" mimzy rested her hand on your shoulder "I'm sure he'll come around eventually, either way, I'm here for ya"

She really was one of your best friends.

Your conversation was interrupted when you heard a slight creak in the floorboards behind you two, making you turn around.

"This place is really getting old, I'm gonna need to find a way to get a new place" mimzy sighed.

The night went by fast as you two talked, and before you know it, you were right back in front of your bakery, sign lights were off as you opened the door, silently clicking the lock before making your way to the upstairs where your humble abode resided.

Alastor most likely went to blow off some steam, he tended to do that after your arguments/fallout.

You had left in such a hurry that you forgot to take out the bread from the oven, but luckily, alastor had seen you bake many times and finished the loaf before placing it on the cooling rack.

By the time you finished downstairs, it was midnight as you started walking upstairs, exhausted from the days work and alastor fiasco.

When you opened your door, you were met with a nervous Alastor standing straight and tense in front of you.

"I have something to say-" you both said in unison.

Alastor seemed to tremble as the words left your lips, still unable to make eye contact.

"I know it's not very gentlemanly of me, but may I go first?" His words almost came out as a mumble as his smile was strained.

You nodded, indicating he may continue.

"Thank you" Alastor took a shaky breath before looking you in the eyes "darling, I know I haven't made it easy for you with my... hunting... but I promise-"

Anger boiling in your blood, you interrupted him "do you know how many times you've told me that lie, Alastor?" Your nose scrunched up in anger as you tried to hold back tears "how many more times am I going to keep hearing this?"

Alastors wide eyes showed the fear he had of losing you, making your heart ache even more than it already was.

"I promise... my dear, this is the truth" Alastor took a gentle step forward, eyes trained on the ground.

placing your hands in his "I've put a lot of thought into it... and although I don't like the idea of being unable to kill those filthy vermin... I realized i can't live in a world without you in my arms"

Alastor ran his fingers gently over your knuckles, a gentle smile placed on his lips, almost dropping to a frown.

"I can change... and I know you want me to, I'll put in the effort to become the man you want, the man you need..." Alastor lifted your hand to his lips, closing his eyes as he placed a soft kiss.

The anger you felt died down, but still hesitant, you asked "how can I be sure you mean it?"

Finally looking back into your eyes again, he knelt down on one knee, still holding your hands "I, Alastor Hartfelt, would like to ask you, (y/n) (l/n), for your hand in marriage, I swear on my mother's grave that I will never take your words lightly, love you with undying devotion, and never kill again" he then rested his forehead onto your knuckles gently before he desperately whispered "please"

This proposal was not exactly practical, considering your argument not even 6 hours ago. There was no ring, no classy dinner, it wasn't how anyone would imagine a marriage proposal, yet here you were, heart beating rapidly as you felt tears fill your eyes.

Your words felt stuck in your throat as you looked into your lovers eyes "do you mean it?"

For what felt like the first time, Alastors smile dropped as his face held a serious expression "with all my heart, ma' cherie"

Your knees buckled as you fell into his arms, tears streaming down your face as you held your lover tightly, whispering out a shaky "Yes" into his chest.

Months went by, the wedding went off without a hitch.

Mimzy was your maid of honor. No one else was really there for your wedding, considering your family had cut ties with you years ago, and all Alastors' relatives were either deceased or overseas.

Nonetheless it was a happy and joyful union.

Alastor had kept true to his word and never killed another human, kissing your shiny ring every night like a reminding prayer.

Your bakery gained popularity since you were now Mrs Hartfelt. But popularity has its downsides... it wasn't long until women started talking about you, jealous of your position as Alastors wife.

The words themself didn't hurt you much, but the constant harassment and inability to leave the house without being called a harlot, that was slowly getting to you.

Alastor had assured you many nights before bed that things would get better, and if need be, he would give up his career as a radio host. The poor man would do anything for your happiness, anything to assure that you'd stay his forever...Even kill if you'd permit him to.

But there was only so much Alastor could do... it wasn't until one evening when you failed to show up to your shared home that he began to lose it.

Alastor was on edge, thinking of all the possibilities, you could've been held back at the bakery by a man who held ill intentions, you could be checking in with mimzy or got taken by a jealous fan. So many thoughts raced through his head as he slowly made his way to the door to look for you, eventually deciding against it, sitting back down as he patiently waited for your return...

Except you didn't.

It wasn't until a whole sleepless night had passed when he decided to go search for you. But of course, he came home empty handed. Were you unhappy in this marriage? Did you elope with a man he didn't know about? Did you realize you didn't love him and run away?

The second option was to call the police, something he's never done before.

The police launched an investigation, it was only until a month later, you were found in an alleyway, someone had called the cops about a crazy woman attacking a man, the situation escalated to the man killing her in self-defense.

They found traces of drugs in your blood, filing you as a drug abuser.

your body was frail and malnourished, pale like it had been weeks since you last seen the sun.

Alastor was called to the scene to see if this lady was indeed his wife.

When he arrived, he felt like the world was about to open up and swallow him whole.

As his eyes fell onto your pale lifeless body, something snapped inside of him.

You were never one to use drugs, never one to attack someone for no reason... something was wrong.

He knelt down and held your hand with tears in his eyes. Although he had seen many dead bodies in his life, this was the one body he never wanted to see like this.

He hated how your body was treated the same as the trash that walked the earth, like a lowly peasant when instead, the world should weep for the loss of you.

'This is all wrong' he thought, as he cradled your body in his lap as your blood stained his white shirt, but he couldn't care less as the last ray of light left his dark world.

It was long after your funeral, he hasn't been able to sleep since then. Every night he'd wait until daybreak for your arrival, like this was all some twisted joke.

It wasn't until one day he realized you needed revenge.

Yes, he promised to never kill anyone, but that was when you were alive, when you were beside him, when he was able to fall asleep with you by his side every night, Before you were selfishly taken from him.

He hasn't slept in days, maybe weeks? He couldn't remember... all he knew was that the man needed to pay for what he did to you...

It took a while but he eventually found the lying heathen.

There he was, sitting at mimzys bar, the same bar he met you, sitting on the same stool that YOU would sit on... it made Alastor sick watching this man live like he didn't take you away from him.

Alastor walked in, and sat beside the wretched man.

"You seem familiar" Al questioned, sipping on his whiskey.

The smug bastard grinned before turning to him "I'm the hero that took down that crazy bitch not long ago"

It took all of Alastors' willpower to seem calm and oblivious.

"My, you must be quite the hero then, let me buy you a drink and you can tell me ALL about it" Alastor motioned for a drink to be served, and the unknowing bastard fell right into Alastors wicked game.

It didn't take long to say the least. This prick was an easy target, and now here he was, being buried in a forest in the middle of nowhere.

You surely would not be happy with your dear husband actions... but who could stop him now?

For months, the spilling killer of New orleans went on a rampage, almost no one was safe, not even dear old Marjorie...

Eventually, alastor had killed all the men and women involved in your kidnapping and drugging... and here he was, burying the last one...

What would he do now? You weren't there for him to return to... all his plans revolved around your future with him

I guess all he could do now

.

.

.

Was Die

As if on cue, a bullet pierced Alastors skull straight through his forehead... as everything went black...

Hello! I've been working on this for a while now, at least a week, and I think I'm just going to make another part for this, keep an eye open for it cause it will hold the afterlife of these two lovers!

[9mysterybook6]

hey guys

This is the first gacha rant About a person in tumblr

the most important thing I must mention: please do not harass Or bullying whoever is mentioned in this post

I'm just making this announcement for everyone's safety and not to make a drama.

@rhyliethelovelycaterfly

She did something very bad with prometheus2007 and her friends

Rhylie did emotional damage to prometheus2007

Rhylie behavior makes me feel sick and disgusted.

((It all started: August 26th,

prome stumble upon her friends post asking Rhylie to leave her alone. she opened the comments and saw Rhyliewas able to comment there. prome put two comments down, One generally, telling Pami that the best thing to do might be to block Rhylie [she did not know rhylie other than the fact that she was Pami's friend] and a reply to Pami that said it might be best to leave her alone/give her some space. she logged off, thought nothing of it.

When prome would log on an hour later, she didnt expect to be pulled head first into their drama.

Not only did prome get dms from both of them, Rhylie would spam like and reblog her posts [prome dont mind that just thought it was weird] and send prome mutiple asks asking her why prome would tell Pami to block her.

So prome was texting them both back and forth.))

(What prome got from both sides was Rhylie was very controlling and guilt trippy. Pami didnt know what to do with it. She wasnt even going to cut Rhylie off it was just a friendship break at first.)

As you read (Rhylie was very controlling and guilt trippy.) Rhylie was using guilt against them and trying to appear innocent And blame them.

Secondly, prome just suggest to blocked Rhylie In order to take time away from each other AND NOT blocked Rhylie for Forever.

I mean if you have a disagreement with a friend it is better to give them their space and time. But Rhylie did not give her friend their space, but rather continued to cling to them.

((But the more prome and her talked about it the more Pami saw that she needed to get the hell away from Rhylie. and so after a few days pami blocked her.

prome blocked her too. About a week later prome unblocked her and had another conversation because Rhylie would keep making posts about prome and Pami.

Pami wanted prome to ask her to stop and prome said okay.))

when prome spoke to Rhylie This was their conversation.

Rhylie insisted she was dying if Pami NOT unblocked her

this is regarding Rhylie using an external link to view pami's posts even though pami has her blocked and wants her gone

Rhylie actions was wrong and toxic

This is because if your friends blocked you.

You shouldn't say you're dying so you friends unblocked you.

Rhylie does this thing where she asks people to convince others to unblock her heres an example

Rhylie not hide her lies and guilt tripping very well, one of her many red flags is she refuses to leave people be.

Rhylie Like gum stuck in your hair refuses to let go no matter what kind of shampoo you use.

Not only that Rhylie also did apologize faked& falsely. (that's an older one)

Rhylie deletes them or unpins them often BUT like she never stopped

Instead of admitting her mistakes Rhylie makes excuses and lies About her actions

As you can see, Rhylie always plays the victim card.

its been 2 and a half months and Rhylie still lies about prome and makes hate posts.

Rhylie projects things.

It seems that Rhylie is also like a parrot, repeating bad words directed at her to others.

prome called her manipulative, she calls her that.

prome call her reliant , she calls her that.

But there is a word that prome DID NOT SAY but another person or other people

Someone idk who called Rhylie a groomer, shes calling prome a groomer and a creep.

She grabbed "SS proof" that prome said prome was manipulative and that prome called her a dumb cunt which that is not prome.

We don't need a genius to know that her evidence is fake.

another person who I will not name for privacy reasons tried to hep prome with this, making posts about it. But four weeks after this started, prome got really mentally tired. Rhylie threanted to someone else that they were gonna call the police, and prome couldnt do it anymore and closed her old account.

As you can see Rhylie Threaten HER victims to control them

How does anyone know thats going to happen?

Sometimes we don't see red flags About someone until it's too late.

Rhylie is still making posts about prome lying about prome to this day

I refuse to stay silent on this subject.

makes prome feel like she have to always be super duper nice to everyone on tumblr or else theyre gonna believe rhyle and think she a groomer

And let me remind you, I know prome and SHE The most wonderful and creative person you will meet here.

prome get so scared that people are gonna take what rhylie says as the truth.

its not the truth, it never was and it never will be.

prome really really wanted to help rhylie too, not just pami. prome wish no harm on rhylie and she hope rhylie can find the help she needs to grow and mature.

but I dont think theres any helping her rn bevause she cannot help herself.

its a shame.

rhylie just a 21 year old person on tumblr who wont leave people the hell alone.

prome asked her to stop several people have and rhylie wont.

"rhylie continued to haras and Sending inappropriate pictures to prometheus2007" clarify this means hate art BECAUSE THAT COULD BE TAKEN ANOTHER WAY

I spoke with Rhylie to Leave prometheus2007 alone In one post Talking about them

But of course the coward deleted my comments and her comments

And after talking She was mentioning my name on her blog.

And this was my reaction and comment.

ME(My biggest mistake was talking to you leave me alone)

And that was Rhylie answered

Rhylie(Okay I'll leave you alone IF you blocked prometheus2007)

And another comment

And when I told her This is unnecessary drama. Why do you insist on this?

Rhylie answered (Because I hope Drama becomes reality)

Rhylie hopes the drama will be a big event and make people hate the people mentioned in the drama.

Frankly, I feel disgusted and angry at her actions.

If Rhylie is innocent as she claim

Rhylie had to stop the drama and forget about it.

But no Rhylie still posts about it.

Here is one of her previous posts. But she erased it

Rhylie literally want to makes everyone hate prometheus2007 and others Even though they are the victims here.

Even though she is 20 years old, she acts childishly and immaturely.

And the worst part Rhylie lies about her dying.

Rhylie put pressure on someone, She makes them feel like her life is going to die because of them.

Rhylie acts innocent and makes others feel guilty for something that is not their fault but hers.

Although I refused to talk to Rhylie, she still mentioned my name in her blog.

Rhylie even sent me an invitation to Angelic KittyGod community And although I refused Rhylie kept sending the invitation community

I told her to leave me alone but she still mentions me in her blog.

I made this post NOT for drama or TO hate on Rhylie

I want to warn everyone about Rhylie.

But this warning to her followers and friends Be careful with her.

If you feel uncomfortable with Rhylie behavior towards you or Rhylie does something that makes you uncomfortable

blocked Rhylie immediately For your safety

Because in my opinion Rhylie is an untrustworthy person.

Even if her work is good art doesn't mean she's a good person.

And be careful when you talk to her.

First red flags

-Rhylie will keep stalking you Even if you blocked her

She will try to make you feel guilty and that you did something wrong While the truth is you do nothing.

Rhylie will spread lies about you and her.

-And if you ask Rhylie to stop this, she does not listen and continues to spread lies And mentioned your name in her blog Even though you told Rhylie to stop putting their name on her blog.

my final message to all of you

It is better for you to forget about her

Rhylie is not worth your time or mention.

Do not talk to Rhylie or go to her page, Rhylie does not deserve this effort or your attention

And my message to Rhylie If you are reading this It is in your best interest and everyone's interest that you admit the truth and your mistakes.

But I know you, you will do the opposite You will reply to this post of mine and you will say that I am also a liar

go ahead Rhylie:

Make your gacha character crying or angry Whatever your reaction, you are the loser in this case.

You just prove my words about you

AND you don't dare on prometheus2007 OR pami OR Someone else

The only person to blame is yourself.

Frankly, I won't be surprised if you threat me or haras me Because no matter what you say, you will remain guilty.

I don't want people to hear your lies again.

You are the one who did this and you have to take responsibility for your actions.

Enough means enough

Don't trust or believe Rhylie.

Don't bother with her, Forget about her

We are rational people.

We all agree that the drama is not essential.

Just have to be careful of this Rhylie.

[stuck-writing-sickos]

Slick (yandere coworker)

TWO

[Masterlist]

[T/w: suggestive content, misogyny]

<<hey do you fw this guy? ik hes not performing nearly as well as Lukas and Yuki but tbh i like writing him. the bite-sized nature of this story is liberating, as is the inner-monologue style ive chosen. given how busy ive been this feels good to write hahaha. lmk how we feel about this one.

Also if you noticed how misogynistic my characters all are - lord knows i tried not to build them this way. Unfortunately ive interviewed (informally) a lot of straight cis men in my life and i'll tell you what - they are even WORSE than what ive put down here. My commitment to psychological realism may be my demise. Sorry if you came to me looking for escapism. But hey, at least these guys commit to the bit, huh? dont fw this kinda guy irl tho lol>>

For my own sanity, please don't give me the truth.

So you are the type to fuck me then leave me, I see.

You were gone by morning. When did you sneak out? I have no clues. It was my fault, I didn't hold you tight enough when I drifted to sleep. Can you blame me, though? You worked your magic on me like your life depended on it. You treated your tongue and fingers like they were that of the Devil, and the rest of your body as if you were on a mission to recall the soul I owed you. You even attentively wiped me down, smiling, your lips butterflying on my sweaty forehead. You acted like all the trickstery you had pulled were out of love.

No... it really was my fault. I should have been the one giving you the time of your life. Instead I let you play me like a fiddle... my god. How embarrassing. How very emasculating. I can't fault you for being gone so soon when I lied sprawling and broken after you were done with me. For godsake, I whimpered and whined under you.

I tried texting you, but you took half your Sunday to respond. What the hell were occupying your time? Did you have any idea how each hour agonizingly crawled past me? I guess not. I asked if you got home okay. You said "of course, thanks for checking in on me. You're so nice!"

Man, fuck you.

I bit the bullet and asked you out again. No respond for the rest of the day. Fine. No big deal. I was never one to be bothered by juvenile texting etiquettes. You were busy. I get it. You had plans. You're a busy person. All good.

Or you lost interest in me.

I feel used, but I wasn't sure for what. You weren't on it for a free dinner, that's for sure - you have never looked like you were strapped for cash. As for my body... I don't believe what I gave was nearly adequate. You didn't even give me a chance to prove myself - hell, you pushed me down on my own bed and wringed all you could out of me. Why on Earth did you humor me, if you got nothing worthwhile out of me?

Maybe you found that out afterward. You saw me at work, then at dinner, then in bed, and you decided that I wasn't worth your time.

I'l give you one - I now know that you are very funny.

Elsewise, I got nothing.

Given your secretive nature I suppose you wouldn't kiss and tell. There's nothing in it for you, except for an even more tarnished reputation. We all hate you anyway.

Well, they all hate you.

The others didn't hold back when they talked about you - they made fun of your clothes for being "too nice" (whatever the hell that means). They also laughed between themselves about your overly formal and distant attitude - did you know they think you're a robot? You are especially NOT popular with the girls, by the way. They think you're, and I quote, a stuck-up bitch.

The fellows mostly don't mind you. With the way you conducted yourself around me, I'm sure you know how easy us men are by now - if you're kind to the eyes, we wouldn't have any qualms with you. But, we also have this pathetic thing we do where we agree with the ladies around us. They're easy on the eyes as well, and we want to scutter around them long enough to maybe get something out of them. Long shot, I know. Extremely desperate. Well, I know that, too. Forgive us when we nod along or laugh between one another when the gals make degrading assumptions about the men you might have slept with to get all the nice things you have, like your shoes or clothes or earring or that enviable sense of financial security.

Again, I'm sorry.

I used to not think about their gossips, but the way you dominated my body and self worth stirred something ugly at the depth of my guts. Did you do this before? How many man have you spent the way you did me? How many were driven a wreck?

Actually, never answer that.

[scoobydoodean]

(abuse mention) let it bleed is an interesting episode but the bit where dean smacks ben always makes me so confused bc it feels like gamble dropped that in and then didnt. fucking address it. like i dont know if its fair to call it abuse bc dean was in a Very high stress situation and trying to get his attention, but it feels SO out of left field for dean and it feels like it was just there for shock value or there without much thought to what it means for dean and implies about his upbringing.

Ngl this doesn't bother me. Lisa was bleeding out, Sam was not answering the phone (because he was knocked out and locked in a room), and the whole building was warded against angels. Dean had to carry Lisa out because Ben wasn't big enough, and there were still demons in the building ready to kill them. So when Ben shut down at the crucial moment, Dean did... what he had to do in that situation. Slapping anyone is generally not advisable, and it isn't a pleasant thing to do to anybody under any circumstances, but the entire situation isn't pleasant or normal and normal circumstances cannot and do not pertain to it. The entire experience is traumatic and something no one should ever have to experience, but especially not a child. I also wouldn't call it abuse. Abuse is about consolidating power, while this moment is about being placed in a life threatening situation by a third party who wishes to do all of you harm. You have no options other than to move immediately or you are all going to die.

That said, I do also think this moment and Dean having to put a gun in Ben's hand after swearing Ben would never shoot one (6.02) contributes massively to Dean asking Cas to erase him from Lisa and Ben's lives (coupled with the lies from the demon who possessed Lisa about wishing she'd never met Dean). Dean didn't want Ben to have to live with a traumatic memory like this above all else. These kinds of experiences are things Dean believes change a person irreparably based on his own experiences. I'm sure he was also terrified that losing Lisa would send Ben down the hunter's path, and it made Dean so sick he couldn't stomach it. I don't think you're wrong to suggest maybe there's an intended nod to Dean's own upbringing here (nod @ 6.02), but the crucial difference (that Dean himself likely fails to see) is that Dean is not actually the one who put Lisa and Ben in this situation. He blames himself for it, but the person who put them in this situation was Crowley. No ifs, no ands, no buts. Dean was so scared something like this would happen that he left Lisa and Ben pretty early into the season and he and Lisa broke up. They were no longer associated. Dean expecting himself to have forseen all of this assigns a level of responsibility and clairvoyance that is completely unreasonable. In contrast, John put his children in situations like this of his own free will. No one forced him to do it. He chose to make them hunters. He chose to put guns in their hands and teach them to fight monsters. He chose to put their lives at risk from the time they were very young.

[overnowsfcb]

even if they talk; trent alexander-arnold smau

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x nepobaby knowles!model!reader

face claim: taylor russell

summary: people will criticize everything, but there is someone who will never fail you, and that was trent.

warnings: mostly fluff, angst (bit of hate and critics towards reader).

note: this is my first smau i hope it's not too bad! i would love to hear your thoughts or suggestions, also requests are open! — venus 🫂💐🫧

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trentarnold66 🤷🏽‍♂️

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user1 the best out there

user2 unreal 🔥🔥🔥

user3 let's go reds!

ynknowles congrats! is there some secret routine helping you before the game to be that amazing? 🤔

↪trentarnold66 Maybe.. But I can't share any details here 🤫

↪user4 ARE WE MISSING SOMETHING????

↪user5 whats so interesting??? share with the class????

user6 yn and trent interacting??? i- wow

↪user7 if i hadnt seen it with my own eyes id say everyones tripping

user8 are they implying something or is just me

↪user9 I THOUGHT EXACTLY THE SAME

user10 YOU BETTER EXPLAIN YOURSELF ynknowles

user11 LET HER COOK

↪user12 girl i think they've already had a feast

user13 wtf is yn doing here

↪user14 she ruins everything good

user15 i hope trent doesnt distract w this... cant even say it

↪user16 yeah we know what she did to her exes so...

↪user17 put some respect on beyoncé's daughter's name and inform yourself before talking, mind you

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user trent can do so much better than yn. she just wants to stay relevant

user shes using trent because she has no talents to show

user i've heard rumors about how yn's exes have ended. trent, watch your back, my man.

↪user you talk as if she murdered them??? plus she never did anything to any of her exes you're just talking bc it's free

user i just hope that trent can open his eyes asap

user what a disappointment from trent. i thought he was better than dating a spoiled kid with too much time and money in her hands

user y'all are just jealous that she has what many desire 1. money 2. fame 3. beauty 4. trent's dick

user why is everyone jumping to conclusions though? we should give them the space to tell us whenever they feel ready

user i love how haters act like they know everything about yn's life and they dont know shit

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ynknowles paris you are the vibes ⭐️ so damn proud of my little blue and this mind-blowing tour, i love you momma beyonce !

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beyonce Love you endlessly, my angel. You know how much your support means to Blue. 💙

bellahadid Prettiest fairy in the world.

troyesivan mmm alright??? why are you so perfect???

user18 no trent here though 🤷‍♀️

user19 this is the confirmation about how yn just uses trent

user20 ugh. i hate these nepobabies who think the world revolves around them

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ynknowlesupdates Yn Knowles in Anfield today with friends! This is the first time we've seen her in public in three months.

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user1 i cant stand her 😒 smile or smth if youre gonna see your "boyfriend"

↪ ynfan1 if you cant stand her then poke your eyes with a spoon and dont bother 😁

ynfan2 omg this will be the first match that she attends. i hope she enjoys it!!!! (win please)

ynfan3 I MISSED HER SO MUCH IM GLAD SHES WELL

ynfan4 baby looks tired of people taking pics of her 😕 i wanna hug her

↪user2 but shes there for that??? she loves attention

↪ynfan5 or maybe just MAYBE she wants to support her boyfriend??

ynfan6 TODAY I WAS MISSING HER MORE THAN ANYTHING SHE LOVES ME

trentfan1 WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING THERE?? i though we had gotten rid of her 😩

user4 if we lose today you know who is to blame...

trenfan2 over and over again i will repeat it until trent leaves her, shes with him for fame

↪ynfan7 yeah cause trent is soooo worried about what you think right???

user5 i bet shes there just for the cameras

trentfan3 yn trying to be a wag is so cute and laughable. she doesnt even measure up to the real ones.

↪user6 ikr? shes trying so hard poor girl

trentfan4 the fact that she goes with her friends 💀💀 i bet no wag would want to be seen with her

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trentarnold66 Just clever people can handle how flawless my queen is. Happy first anniversary, my love. I love you madly, always. No need to demonstrate anything on social media when we're tellin' each other how much we love at every hour. ❤️

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ynknowles i love love love you so fucking much you dont have an idea

↪trentarnold66 i love you more more more than you could imagine

ynknowles thank you for being the most perfect man ive ever known t ❤️❤️❤️❤️

↪trentarnold66 i just try my best to be on your level, lovely

beyonce You are such a gentleman, Trent! Grateful for the way you take care of my angel.

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ynfan8 A YEAR??? BUT IF WE FOUND OUT FOUR MONTHS AGO

↪trentfan5 i feel so stupid how did they hide it so well 😦😦

trentfan6 shut them up trent

trentfan7 THATS A GOOD MAN!!!! men just take notes rn

bellahadid Thank you for taking care of the purest woman in this world, Trent 💖

ynfan9 not bee and bella thanking him 🥺🥺

↪trentfan8 im gonna cry he must be so cute

↪ynfan10 no bc she surely spent some tough months with the hate towards her and he sure was the supportive boyfriend as he should 😭😭

trentfan9 WHY NO ONES TALKING ABOUT THE BATMAN KEYCHAINS???

↪ynfan11 nonononooooo i love them best couple in the world

ynfan12 the pics he takes of her, the caption, everything 😪😪😪 god send me a man like that

trentfan10 the people who said they were going too fast must be regretting it 🤭

ynfan13 im afraid we'll find out they have kids when they're in uni, lmao. happy anniversary you two!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[not-goldy]

i don't remember if you've talked about it but what's your theory on why jikook couldn't meet much that time? was it just Jimin being super busy or do you also have smth else in mind?

Oh I think we've talked about this no?

1. I don't think they weren't talking or hanging out at all post solo because at some point they had to discuss military plans and other things.

2. So I feel whatever they were bickering about was over a specific period in the time-line and how they both felt or dealth with eachother being busy.

It's clear from JK's POV he felt emotioanlly neglected and abandoned by that whole situation.

And Jimin doesn't fight much for his needs most times but dude lowkey pushed for it this time around so you can tell it's something that bothered him too🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

They both blame the other for not reaching out in that period. And Jimin tried to explain that even while busy he still made time to nurture his relationship with Tae. I feel that was him showing Jungkook he was open to connecting even when he was busy however it seems in his POV the ball was in Jungkook's court to be receptive of his initiatives.

Its a classic case of giver taker dynamics gone wrong due to miscommunication and insecurities.

Jimin is the emotional giver, the one responsible for taking emotional action and initiatives to nurture their dynamic while Jungkook is used to being the reciever.

The problem with that is, the receptive one can become complacent. It's easy to assume well since he is the giver he should always be the giver and since I am the reciever I should always be reciever.

So even when Jimin is busy he expects him to multitask and still meet his needs. It's a huge challenge with most men actually. It's not unusual for a man who is used to his wife or gf cooking cleaning etc to expect that always from his wife such that you could literally be popping out twins from your vagina and he would want you to cook clean for him😩

I think Jimin expects dynamism in their emotional roles at this point in their lives. Which is not to say he wants to perpetually switch their "roles" in there but he wants to see and feel emotional growth in their relationship 💀💀💀💀💀

Jungkook would need to step up. I suggest he goes to therapy with Jimin and read some self help books because we can't lose this one he's such a catch🥺

And I feel he can be blind to the fact that Jimin's ability to give is entirely predicated on Jungkook's emotional availability to recieve.

The one thing a giver wants more than anything is reception. He can't keep giving when you are blocked or not receiving its emotionally exhausting.

I've always said, Jimin has a lot of love to give. That's why Tae is holding on to him for dear life cos that man wants to be loved too💀

Jungkook however doesn't need much you know💀

Wait haven't we discussed this before????

That's not saying he doesn't need anything at all. Clearly he do. Obviously.

The disconnect is where Jimin starts closing off because he feels he's not being recieved- that's the 2nd stage of emotional disengagement and if thats what's happening Jungkook and I are fucked😭😭😭

Shit I can't breathe. Park Jimin dont you dare😭🤺😭

So basically Jungkook is feeling a withdrawal on Jimin's part and Jimin is feeling a blockage on Jungkook's part.

Good thing they are in Military service together. If I were Jungkook I'd beg that man not to leave me 😭😭

Like Jimin, whatever I'm doing don't leave me😭😭😭

I mean Jungkook

[moonydoodlez]

thinking about dad lucifer again (shocking) but IF YOU WANT MORE COMFORT I GOT U <3 but imagine lucifer and the readers kid (im imagining its not charlie) getting hurt like tripping over a rock or something and scrapping their knee nothing big but the kid starts sobbing from the pain and later in the night lucifer is still staying awake from it thinking hes such a terrible father for letting his baby get hurt :(

Fuck that rock

Pairng: Dad!Lucifer x Mom!Reader

Warnings: sad lucifer again sorry guys

Word Count: 1051

A/N: i lowkey kinda hate this but enjoy it if you want or dont i mean thats cool too

You watched Lucifer running through streets with your little girl. He reached out for her, spinning her around in the air before carefully setting her back down. Margot giggled as she chased him around. Her small legs trying to keep up with him, even though he was already running very slowly. You smiled softly, enjoying how sweet he was with her. 

“Look at the princess go” He yells to you as your daughter runs around in her pink dress and converse. 

“My turn to be chased” Margot giggled as Lucifer turned around and speed walked toward her. She laughed hard as she started running. She kept looking back at Lucifer making sure he was still chasing her. 

However all was going a little too well. As she looked back a final time a small rock in the road became her demise. She tripped and landed straight down on her knees. You gasped as you quickly stood up as you ran toward them. Lucifer had already collapsed to the ground pulling Margot into his arms making sure that she was ok. 

“It's ok baby” He cooed as she sobbed in his arms. She leaned her head against him as she began to cry harder. “Look.. there's mommy” He said as she lifted her chin up to look at you standing over her. You smile softly down at her as you watch her tears stream down.

“Let me look at your cut hun” You say, lowering yourself onto your knees. You realized that it was merely a scratch and she wasn't even bleeding. “It's ok baby” You whisper, taking a seat on the cement ground next to Lucifer. You grab her hand to hold as you lean your head against Lucifer's shoulder. He moves her legs onto yours so she's laying across you and Lucifer.

After about ten minutes she finally begins to settle down as she closes her eyes. You watch her sniffle as you let out a breath. Your eyes wandered over to Lucifer who was looking down at her sadly. He shook his head before pulling her closer into his chest laying a kiss on her temple. He was gripping her close, refusing to let go.

“We should probably put her to bed,” You suggest. Lucifer looks at you giving you a small smile before looking back at Margot. You could tell he felt bad and you knew he blamed himself. You could see it in his eyes. 

“Do you wanna put her to sleep?” You asked him knowing that if he felt like a good father it could stop the sadness he was feeling. He nodded, picking her up in his arms and heading inside. 

You picked up the blanket you had laid on the ground and the snacks you put out in case anyone had gotten hungry while you played outside. You cleaned up your room and took a shower as he took his time feeding her and putting her to sleep. 

Sliding on your robe you looked up clutching your chest as you saw Lucifer laying in bed. “God.. I didn't realize you were in here already” You said breathing heavily walking toward the bed and laying down. 

“Sorry my love” He said, planting a kiss on your lips as he moved the covers over your body. 

“You ok?” You ask as he sighed. His eyes met yours again as he nodded, finally getting under the covers. 

You moved your body closer to him. His arms wrapped around your waist slowly before suddenly clutching your body to his. You gasped as he moved your body as close to him as it could possibly be.

“I'm a bad father” He whimpered into your shoulder. 

Your eyes widened as you moved his head from your shoulder. “What on earth are you talking about?” You questioned holding his face in your hands. “What would ever make you say that?

“She fell and could have died and it was all my fault” He replied frantically.

Your shoulders fell and you couldn't stop the giggle that left your lips. His eyes narrowed at you as you shut your mouth.

“Don't laugh at me” He pouted.

“Oh honey I'm not laughing at you.. I just think it's silly. You didn't almost kill her, she tripped over a rock and she wasn’t even bleeding” You said running your hands through his hair. 

He forced his head onto your chest as he sniffled. “Oh baby” You said, realizing he was crying. 

“I screwed up with Charlie and now I'm already screwing up with her” He cried.

You weren't sure where he had ever gotten the idea of being a bad dad. I mean of course when you first met Lucifer he was just starting to talk to his daughter again. He always wanted to be there for Charlie, he just didn't know how to be in her life as a father. However it was obvious Lilith had put some things in Charlie's head. Lucifer would never do anything to hurt her. He had always wanted to be in Charlie's life, Lilith  just didnt let him be in it. 

“Baby, look at me,” You said. He never looked up, keeping his head on your chest. You repeat yourself more forcefully this time. He slowly made eye contact. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at you.

“You never screwed up with Charlie and you most definitely haven't screwed up with our girl” You said. “All she got was a scratch that will probably be gone by the morning” You continued. 

“I guess,” He murmured.

You sighed knowing that nothing you could say could change his mind. However you loved him with every fiber in your body and would try your hardest to convince him he was an amazing father.

You placed a kiss on his head as you rubbed your hands up and down his back.

“Even if you don’t believe it, you really are an amazing husband and father, there’s no one I'd rather be with” You said as you snuggled into him, closing your eyes. You inhaled his scent as he layed in your arms.

“I love you” You whisper as you close your eyes.

He mumbled an almost incoherent ‘love you too’ as you laid in the complete darkness of your shared room.

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