#i'm just so frustrated and sad and all these asks make me defensive

[klausysworld]

Very closed off reader who kinda clings to Klaus because they relate to him in the fact that he has family troubles :( she sees that he clearley does the things he does because of trauma or whatever and so does everything in her power to show him that he's got someone to fall back on.

Every time he shouts at her or retaleates because he's upset and dosent understand how soemone could be so nice to him she simply gives him a hug or a gift or just sits some distance away to show he isn't alone.

She deals with all his meanness quite well because she's used to it from her family and has learned to block it out :( one day he really has enough of her and after something goes wrong with Elena or Salvatore he really doesn't want reader around him. She tells him quite confidently that he needs soemone to help him and she would never leave him alone at which point he smirks and says something snarky before proving that he doesn't need her. He reaches into her chest and grips her heart and kinda realises he is in the wrong when she looks kinda shocked and sad so he gently takes his hand out and feeds her his blood to help with the damage he left behind. Afterwards reader is less affectionate with him and only sits with him when he is in a state, now afraid to touch him incase he lashes out but still wanting to support him cuz she cares about him :(

Thanks for reading, love your stories!

The Betrayed Becomes The Betrayer.

Growing up on an aggressive household desensitised me to a lot of things; yelling and smashing objects especially. My parents were a mess, I'm not sure if they didn't know how to love or just didn't want to.

Eventually I realised that they were the same thing and that I wasn't wanted at home, so I left and found Hayley.

Which was how I wound up finding Klaus.

He was a broken man, I could tell. Elijah confirmed that their parents had been cruel and abusive almost as soon as we met him which I assumed they also must've become desensitised over it after a thousand years.

However when I actually met Klaus, it was obvious that he was still deeply affected by it. I could understand him, his feelings and his thoughts. I got why he wanted to be so strategic, to have the control that was taken form him. I knew why he wanted to make people hurt the way he hurt and why he was as aggressive as the the people that raised him.

I wasn't violent, or an angry person. I had learnt to be quiet and keep things to myself so that I didn't get in the way but I would think about it. How it would feel to hurt someone, to make them feel worthless and then leave them. Could it really feel good enough to do over and over?

In my head I assumed it must do but I could never bring myself to actually torment someone the way I had been.

But I could tell that Klaus was still haunted by the past and it affected his every move. I couldn't blame him, or fault him for acting upon the images that swirled in my own mind.

Often he got frustrated, angry and inevitably lash out against someone. Something would be thrown, smashed. Someone would be yelling, screaming.

But I never wanted to be mad at him, to me he didn't deserve to be ranted at for what he'd done. They were riling him up further and it was obvious, it was like they wanted him to explode and hurt someone.

So instead of pushing him off that edge, I tried to help him back up.

To begin with I would just be the only one in the room not glaring at him with hatred. I just wanted him to know that there was someone on his side. He didn't notice for a little while but after a couple arguments I think he started to feel my presence. Sometimes he would get snappy, ask what I was looking at but when I'd just tell him that I understood why he did what he did, Klaus would get less defensive.

I wasn't a touchy person, ever, but the time his mother had been back and she hurt him so bad that he cried in his room, I didn't know what else to do but hug him.

After that it seemed like I was hugging him all the time. He calmed so much easier with some touch.

Sometimes he accepted it without complaint but sometimes he didn't want anyone near him so I would go away and come back later. He knew I was there when he needed me and I learnt to be a patient person.

I also learnt not to react so when he screamed in my face I didn't yell back. He had been so stressed lately and a lot of people had died yesterday the day before. I left him alone for the night before coming back in the morning to try and be there, he didn't want to talk so I went away and came back in the afternoon. To begin with he was fine but he got angry so fast, I barely said anything before he was yelling.

I tried not to react, not to talk back or get defensive but then he pushed me. Both hands on my shoulders, shoving me backward toward the wall and I tensed and something stirred in me.

I told him he was being ridiculous, pathetic and he didn't know what he needed.

"What? You think I need you? You think I like your desperate little cuddles. I'm not the one craving touch and love. I've been fine for centuries and I don't need a clingy little thing following me around." He snapped at me and I felt my frown deepen and the hurt biting at me.

"I'm not being clingy...I'm just trying to be helpful." I whispered and he scoffed.

Klaus got close, too close and it frightened me a little. I took a few steps back and he chuckled, trapping me to the wall.

"What is it, love? No more snuggles? You don't want to tell me it's okay? You gonna tell me I should paint a picture?" He mocked, his breath hot on my face. "You think I'm pathetic sweetheart? Think I need you? All I need is for you to disappear." His voice was low but clear, eyes cold and I felt the adrenaline hit and screaming for me to run but I froze just like I used to when I was little.

The smallest sound left me when I felt something agonising within my chest. My mouth opened but no noise would come out and I struggled to breath at all. I looked down, watching my own blood seep through my clothes and drip down his wrist. My eyes were stinging and I could feel my heart close to exploding as his grip tightened. I wasn't sure if I was stood there for hours or seconds before my body reacted and my arms shot up, both my hands latching onto his wrist so he couldn't pull the organ out.

My eyes shot up to look into his, seeing them soften after a second before his hand let go around my heart. A loud cry left me when he tore his fist out of my chest, leaving a gaping hole. I panted and a strong metallic taste filled my mouth as blood dripped past my lips.

His voice sounded blurry when he tried to tell me something, nothing felt real as my legs went weak and his hands touched my sides. The touch made me cry again and I felt him hesitate before something gross was pressed to my mouth and I couldn't tell if I was choking on my blood or his.

After a moment I could feel my body healing from the inside out, physically I felt better but now my mind was spinning. I looked up at him again, I could feel the fear pulsing through my veins when he reached his hand toward me.

This time I didn't freeze.

I was up and out of the room as fast as my legs could move.

I avoided him for a few days, part of me knew he wasn't going to do anything again and that he felt bad about it but the other part of me couldn't help but worry.

It was only when he was attacked again that I willingly sat in the same room as him.

"You okay?" I asked and he looked over to me, he was splattered with blood but at least it wasn’t mine.

"Yeah...I'm okay." He whispered, nodding.

I shifted in my place and he shuffled over on the couch so I could sit on the other end to him. The silence was awkward for a while, actually the entire time.

It was for quite a lot of the times I was near him. I wanted to be there for him, show him I understood but I was still scared and I didn't want to be close enough that he could kill me or hurt me just incase he did.

It was when he was carried in my Elijah, Papa Tunde’s blade in his chest causing him to be immobile and in agonising pain, when I got close again.

Elijah dropped him to the bed with a soft thud and was moving fast. He turned, looking right at me before talking.

“I need you to feed him your blood. It’s laced with vervain, he’ll heal slow. You need to keep him here or he is going to kill Rebekah. I don’t want to burden you, Y/N, but I’m afraid you’re the only who’s even a possibility.” He directed quickly, whilst dragging the blade from his brother’s chest.

“A possibility for what?” I asked, confused and afraid. I didn’t want to give him my blood. It was like asking him to kill me.

“You’re the only person he might listen to.” He explained as he headed for the door. “He won’t hurt you.” He told me and it sounded like a promise before he left.

Klaus let out a groan and I turned, hesitantly walking over to the edge of his bed. I silently dammed myself for being concerned enough to follow Elijah when he carried him in here.

I looked down at him, wincing at the cut that hadn’t healed down the length of his bare chest.

“What…what happened?” I whispered, wanting to reach out to touch but willing myself not to.

“Elijah-“ Klaus grunted, his teeth grinding as he forced words out. “He stabbed me for her.” It was clear that rage was all he felt in that moment as he tried to push himself up, only to let out a cry of pain.

“Rebekah?” I wondered and he seethed.

“She betrayed me. Called Mikael. She wanted me dead!” He yelled, his aggression growing as I felt my hairs stand on edge.

I was quiet, watching him struggle desperately.

I understand why he was so mad, betrayal was a huge thing for him. Abandonment, paranoia. It made him this way and Rebekah used it and ruined all of their lives but I had no doubt she had her reasons…not that I’d tell him that.

“She doesn’t now” I whispered and his had snapped to me. “She loved you now, she’s here now-“

“Only months ago did she stand beside Marcellus and watch as his vampires tried to kill me. She has always wanted me gone. She’s so desperate for Marcel that she’d kill her own brother-“ he snapped and I flinched.

His voice died off when I stepped back and he grunted softly. He was taking fast but deep breaths, trying to gather some stability and I could feel Elijah’s words echoing through me. That I had to let Klaus feed from me.

Reluctantly I shifted closer again, he was quiet as I sat down on the edge of his bed. His body was laid so close to me and his chest moved with each pain-filled breath.

My entire arm shook as I held it out, right infront of his face and it made his skin dance with veins. “Love…��� he muttered, his jaw clenching as he inhaled through his nose. “I’m not going to hurt you” he uttered, I could feel his eyes on my but I couldn’t look back at his. “Not again. Just…there’s blood bags downstairs”

“Elijah said I have to use mine, the vervain makes it slower or something? I don’t know…I can’t do it wrong” I pushed my wrist closer, glancing at the fangs that were pushing past his gums.

“He won’t be mad.”

“He’s trusting me.” I whispered, finally looking up to klaus’s eyes and he sighed before slowly nodding.

I almost tugged my arm back when I felt his teeth pierce the skin, the sting making me move but his hand lifted to keep me in place. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he fed, it was such a strange sensation; much less painful than a needle.

As I felt myself weaken, I noticed the wound across his body fixing itself. My eyes started to go and for a second I faltered, my head beginning to drop but his other hand caught my chin and held me up. His fangs retreated back up and something warm and wet slid across my wrist before I was leaned up against him.

“I’m so sorry, love.” He whispered into my ear. “I have to finish what they’ve started.” He told me and I knew he wanted to murder Rebekah and I wanted to talk to him but he’d taken so much blood. His eyes stared straight into mine, reaching into my mind. “You’re going to fall asleep, you’ll wake tomorrow morning and you will feel no pain from this bite. I will heal you when I return. I promise I didn’t take enough to kill you, just to empty you of vervain.”

I wanted to argue, yell or anything but my mind shut down and my eyes wouldn’t stay open. I sunk into myself completely and lay, somehow conscious and unconscious as I tried to wake myself up.

I woke the next morning like he instructed my body to do, I glanced at my wrist to find it wrapped in bandages. My head lifted to see a glass of water, tinted pink by what I assumed was blood beside a small teddybear.

Hesitantly I sipped the drink, feeling instantly better before picking up the toy.

“I thought you’d like it” a voice sounded from the doorway, I glanced to see Klaus. Both his hands were behind his back and a guilty look painted his face.

I pushed myself up, it felt strange being in someone else’s bed; especially Klaus’s.

I didn’t answer him as I got up and pushed past him, shoving the teddy into his chest and going straight to my own room.

For a man who hated betrayal, he sure knew how to commit it.

He knew I was already afraid of him, that I didn’t want to be that close again and he took advantage of the ounce of trust I still had.

I understood him, but I couldn’t do this again. I’d been in this situation too many times.

[churipu]

( OO4 ) ★ bloody mess , nanami kento

featuring. nanami kento x reader

warnings. mentions of blood, mentions of a lot of different pet names (sweetheart, love, etc.), hospital raahhh, anesthesia.

note. WHO'S BACK DOING THE 1K EVENT LAJSOS IM SO SORRY :< THIS ONE IS A BIT SHORT???

ENTRY ( OO4 ) OF THE "INTO THE IPINVERSE" MILESTONE

"quick question, how much blood do i have to let out to be deemed hospital worthy?" "a lot." "oh, well — that's not good."

tags: @sad-darksoul @sweeneyblue1 @idkuluka @colorful-happy-shit @tomie-it-girl

the room reeked of blood. if you get a gist of it — you'd likely think of death.

you held your phone in between your shoulder and your ear, slightly trembling as your muscle stretched. chewing your lip in frustration, the device ringing.

once.

twice.

thri—

"hi, sweetheart."

you sighed out in relief, "hi kento, i have a really quick question because i'm trying not to freak out—"

nanami immediately cuts you off, "is something wrong? what happened y/n?"

"quick question, how much blood do i have to let out to be deemed hospital worthy?" you asked him, eyeing the trail of crimson streaming down your ring and pinky finger — blowing on it softly, foot drumming impatiently. what a bloody mess.

nanami was silent for a few seconds, but you could make out a brief, "a lot."

that's when you finally let out a panicked but calm, "oh, well — that's not good."

the male on the other line shuffled a bit, and you made out a few static noises, "what happened, sweetheart? did you hurt yourself?" he softly asks you.

"um . . . i cut myself cutting fruits. it's stupid but — i was trying to imitate fruit ninja . . ." you explained, full of shame. yet again, from the other line, nanami shuffled; creating out static noises, "i should probably head to the hospital, right?"

"apply pressure on the wound, i'm already around the corner, love. keep on talking with me." he replies back calmly.

you did what he told you to do without ending the call, wincing every once in a while from the jolt of pain.

soon enough, nanami burst from the front door — his eyes finding your sitting form, a cotton pad wrapped around your bloodied fingers. with rushed steps, he approaches you, softly grabbing your hand, inspecting the wound.

"come here pretty," he softly mumbles, tugging you gently, "we're going to the hospital."

two stitches.

because you decided to imitate fruit ninja — in your defense, it seemed really cool in the games.

with an IV attached to your other hand, you laid on the bed, half droopy as the anesthesia had already spread through your veins. limp and tired, a hard cast covering your wounded hand to press on the stitches.

"please keep watch of their hands, and try not to move it a lot during the healing process — come back in approximately two weeks time for cast and stitches disposal." you could definitely hear a doctor say — clueless to you or to nanami.

but you answered them nonetheless, slurring out incoherent words, "oh . . . doctor, yeah! okay, mhm, i got you, doc, i'll be back soon."

a few chuckling erupted and you shut your eyes, feeling fatigue take over, "how are you feeling, darling?"

fluttering your eyes open, you nod, "good. how about you, ken?"

nanami brushed your cheek gently, staring at your droopy state affectionately, his elbow prepped up on the hospital bed, "i'm good as well. are you still in pain?"

you shook your head with a stupid smile, "nope, just peachy," you smiled, "i have a dress on my finger—" proudly raising your index finger up, where the pulse oximeter was.

"it looks wonderful, sweetheart," nanami softly threaded his calloused fingers with yours, kissing your knuckles.

the wound was worse than he thought. at first, nanami didn't know whether to be worried about your poor choice of action or your wound in all honesty, but at this point — he's doing both at the same time.

the male was in the middle of a meeting with the gojo satoru when you called.

"right? and — i think they stole my fingers," you whispered, eyes darting around here and there before eventually trying to raise up your wounded hand. to which nanami prevented by carefully putting it down to your side, on the bed.

"i promise your fingers are there, darling." nanami chuckled at your behavior under the anesthesia.

"no, no. i swear, i can't feel them — the people stole my fingers while you were not here," you refer to the doctor and the couple of nurses who tended to you earlier, "go check them, i swear, ken. my fingers are gone."

cute. you were very cute. nanami knew he shouldn't be laughing at all, but the way you acted right now was . . . very out of character. the passion swirling in your eyes as you try to convince him that your fingers were stolen.

"angel, i promise. they're there, attached." he moved a few strands of your hair away from your face, "you can be angry at me if they aren't there."

bad choices of words. because the very next second, you were trying to pry open your cast to take a quick look at your fingers.

"no, no. darling, you shouldn't touch that," nanami stood up, carefully holding your unharmed hand. preventing it from gnawing at your harmed hand.

"'m trying to prove something here, ken . . ." you rolled your eyes, leaning back onto the bed, "let me go," your whines made him smile.

"darling, 'ts not good to touch it now. we'll get it taken off in a while," you softly whine at his words.

"'ts too long. my fingers . . ."

nanami cupped your face and pressed a chaste kiss onto your lips, "they're there darling, i promise." he held out his pinky.

you childishly nodded, intertwining your pinky with his, "okay. promise."

"are they there?" nanami asks, holding your unharmed hand as he used his other hand to steer the steering wheel of his car.

it had been at least a couple of hours, and the anesthesia was slowly leaving your system — enough for you to be dismissed from the hospital. here you were, sitting in his passenger's seat, "are what there?" you questioned back, still feeling a bit droopy.

"your fingers."

in confusion you stare at him, "of course they are, in here." you mumbled, raising up your casted hand.

nanami chuckled, this was only something he and you (under the influence) knew.

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[pickingupmymercedes]

A Wolff Cage - Lewis Hamilton

Part 2 to It was bound to come out

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Wolff!reader

warnings: Angst of sorts.

wordcount: +1K

a/n: Had to go for angst, it was stronger than me 🫶

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“You have no right,” Toto began, his voice low and dangerous. “No right at all.”

Y/n scoffed; her arms crossed defensively. “Oh, please, spare me the lecture on morality.”

Y/n stood across from her father, her posture defiant, her eyes filled with anger and also hurt. Toto, usually composed and in control, was visibly shaken. His jaw clenched, and his hands tightly gripped on his desk. Susie stood off to the side, her face a mix of concern and frustration, watching the confrontation unfold.

Toto’s eyes narrowed. “This isn’t about me. This is about you, Y/n. About respect, boundaries.”

“Respect? Boundaries?” she echoed; her voice laced with disbelief. “Respect is a two-way street. You expect that from me but you can’t even respect my choices? My life?”

“Your choices have consequences,” Toto countered, his voice rising. “You’re putting yourself, our family, at risk.”

“You’ve built your empire on risk. Don’t act high and mighty now.” Y/n retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Toto slammed his fist on the desk, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet room. “You’re crossing a line.”

“One of the many you’ve drawn for me” she said, adjusting her posture as she continued “I’m just finally stepping out of the shadow.”

“I’ve given you everything. A life of privilege, opportunities beyond your wildest dreams. And this is how you repay me?” Toto retorted, incredulous.

“By living my life?” Y/n challenged. “By being my own person? Is that so wrong?” Y/n leaned forward, her eyes glinting with challenge. "Even a golden cage is suffocating, don't you think?"

Toto was silent for a moment, his eyes searching her face. "Careful with what you’re saying, Y/n."

She shrugged. "Maybe if I hit a nerve, it'll finally make you understand." Toto averted her gaze, his hands now gripping at his desk.

"I'm not your puppet, your extension" Y/n continued. "I’m your daughter and also a person. With my own thoughts, feelings, desires."

"Are those desires to blame for that sex video you sent me?" Toto said, his voice cold.

Y/n's expression hardened. "It was a mistake, a stupid one. And something I’ve been apologizing ever since.” Her voice cracking as she lowered her head. “But it's done. And it's not why we’re having this goddamn fight again, is it?!"

"And why are we here? Please enlighten me, Y/n." Toto asked, his voice low.

"I'm not the golden child you expect me to be, am I?" she asked harshly.

“Y/n.” Susie tried to interject softly but Y/n and Toto heard no one else but each other.

"You're a Wolff" Toto exclaimed, his voice heavy with implication. "With that name comes responsibility."

"To whom?" Y/n asked. "To you? Or to myself?"

Toto was silent. He knew she had a point and she could see it in his eyes

"I'm not going to apologize for living my life. Not anymore." Y/n continued. "I'm not going to let you dictate who I am."

Toto looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and sadness. "That’s not how you assert your independence, Y/n."

She smiled, a cold, bitter smile. "Maybe. But that’s my decision and mistake to make."

The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the pristine waters of the Mediterranean. The gentle rocking of the yacht added to the serene atmosphere as Y/n and Lewis lay entwined in each other's arms on the plush bed inside their cabin.

The remaining clues to their morning activities still lingering in the air and on the light glow of sweat on their skin.

Lewis's fingers traced lazy patterns on Y/n's bare back, his touch soothing and tender.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," Y/n murmured, her voice soft and content. "Just us, summer, and the sea."

Lewis smiled; his eyes gazing lovingly at her. "That does sound perfect"

She sighed, nestling closer to him. "No responsibilities, just the simplicity of it all."

As if on cue her phone pinged, breaking the atmosphere. Y/n glanced at the screen and saw Susie's name flashing.

She breathed in and silenced the call. "I don't want to deal with that right now." she said, a hint of frustration in her voice.

Lewis's hand stilled on her back, and he lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "You can't keep avoiding them, love."

"I'm not," Y/n protested. "Susie keeps me updated on my siblings and... well, on my dad."

Lewis's gaze softened, but there was a firmness in his voice. "You know what I mean, Y/n. Running away won't solve anything."

Y/n's averted Lewis’s eyes, his fingers resuming their gentle caress "I know, Lewis. I just... I need time."

Lewis kissed the top of her head gently. "I get that. But ignoring their calls, especially Susie's, isn't the way. She cares about you, and so does your dad."

Y/n sighed, her breathing tickling the skin of his chest. "I know they do. It's just... I didn't mean to send that video. It was a big and stupid mistake. But my fight with my dad wasn’t exactly about the video."

Lewis nodded. "It was a mistake. But we don't regret the love we have for each other, do we?"

"No" Y/n shook her head, her stare going to his, her voice sure. "I don't regret us, Lewis. Not for a second."

"Then let's deal with this together" Lewis said, his voice soothing yet firm. "But you need to talk to him. Really talk."

Y/n nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I know."

Lewis wipped the tear away, holding her close. "We'll get through this, love."

Y/n took a deep breath, leaving a kiss to his hand. "We will... just not today, please."

"Not today." He agreed, holding her tighter, his warmth and strength enveloping her, their momentary escape from the turmoil that awaited her.

The silence in Toto’s office was heavy as they both waited for the other to finally speak, their eyes holding each other’s as if looking away meant losing in their unspoken fight.

Y/n was the first to break it with a deep breath. “You know,” she began, her voice surprisingly calm. “I always thought that you were trying to protect me”

Toto looked at her, his expression unreadable. “I’ve always tried to guide you, Y/n. To keep you safe.”

“Safe from what, dad? Life? I’m not a child anymore, haven’t been for years.”

Toto sighed. “I know.”

There was a long silence. Then, Toto stood up and walked over to the sofa she found herself in. He sat down, running a hand through his hair. “I’m scared for you, Y/n,” he admitted. “This world is tough as is it, why add Lewis Hamilton to the equation?”

Y/n didn’t have it in her to keep the fighting, her shoulders slumped in defeat. She realized that arguing with her father was like hitting a brick wall with bare hands, pointless.

"I'm done" Y/n said quietly after a while of silence, her voice cutting through his words. "I'm not changing anything about my life because of your fears."

Toto's face softened slightly, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "You might not believe it, but I truly just wanted to protect you."

"I don't need your protection" Y/n said, her tone softening but still just as firm. "But I would very much like to have your support. To know that you trust me to make my own choices."

Toto looked at her, a hint of passivity in the repetitive words he muttered "I've always tried to do what I thought was best for you."

"And I appreciate that" Y/n said, breathing in before trying for the last time to get the words through to him. "I love you, dad." she said softly. "But I'm not you. And I don't want to think or live like you."

Toto looked at her, his eyes finally letting through the recognition that she had been serious this whole time. He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I just... I don't want to lose you."

"You won't" Y/n assured him, placing a hand on his arm. "But you have to let me go so I can come back on my own terms."

Toto nodded slowly, the fight draining out of him too. "I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

"Guess not" Y/n said gently. "It doesn't mean we can't find a way to understand each other in the meanwhile though."

Toto looked at her, his eyes searching hers. "No more videos then, deal?"

She chuckled slightly and nodded, his hands reaching for hers "I'm trying here, Y/n. I really am."

"And that's all I can ask." she replied, giving him a small, hopeful smile. “Also, maybe don’t kill Lewis.”

“Won’t promise anything” he half chuckled, finally pulling her by the shoulders to him, after all, even with Lewis, the video and their whole situation, she would always be Toto's first born.

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Irene Imagines - Fight?

You sat at the dinner table, staring at the cold food in front of you. Irene had promised to be home for dinner, but as the hours ticked by, you realized she wasn't going to make it. You had planned this dinner for weeks, hoping for a rare evening amidst the chaos of Irene's demanding schedule.

Just as you were about to give up and clean up, you heard the front door open. Irene walked through the front door, her movements heavy with exhaustion. She glanced at the clock, her heart sinking. It was well past dinner time. She could already feel the tension in the air.

You sat at the kitchen table, your eyes filled with disappointment and hurt. "You promised me you'd be home for dinner, Irene," you said, trying to keep your tone neutral.

"I know, baby. I'm so sorry I'm late," she said, dropping her bag on the floor. "Practice ran way longer than expected. I'll make it up to you next time."

"That's what you always say," you replied, standing up and pushing your chair back with more force than intended. "I'm tired of you making empty promises just for me to be left alone like this."

Irene's expression turned defensive, her voice rising as the argument escalated, each of you voicing your frustrations louder.

"It's not like I enjoy coming home late! Do you think I wanted this? You know I'll be busy, especially during our comeback. It's a big deal for us, and I need to make sure everything is perfect." She exclaimed.

"I know that," you said, your patience growing thin. "Can't you just prioritize me for once? All I'm asking is for one dinner together, Irene!" you retorted, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness.

Irene furrowed her brow, "It's only one dinner Y/N. Don't make a big deal out of it."

"One dinner out of countless that you've missed! Can't you just take a break sometimes?"

Irene mumbled underneath her breath, "It's not that easy." Clearing her throat she started again but louder, "Can't you see that I've had a long day? I'm exhausted Y/N, can we not do this right now?"

Your eyebrows raised in shock at her audacity, "Do you even realize how exhausting it is to spend hours preparing dinner only to be left waiting for you? Can't you see how tired I am, Irene?"

The room fell into a heavy silence. She opened her mouth to respond but faltered, struggling to find the right words. "Forget it," you said, your voice laced with anger as you stormed out of the kitchen, a part of you longed for her to follow, to apologize, but pride and hurt kept you moving towards the guest room.

Irene watched you leave, her shoulders slumping. Feeling guilty, she wanted to follow, to make things right, but her pride kept her rooted to the spot. Instead, she went to your shared bedroom, the silence loud. She felt guilty for letting you down, and frustrated for not being able to find the right words to make you understand. She tossed and turned, replaying the argument in her head, the other half of the bed empty as the chill of the room engulfed her.

The night was restless for both of you. By morning, Irene decided to take the first step towards making it up to you. She woke early, making her way to the kitchen, determined to show her love through actions this time.

As you walked into the kitchen, the smell of coffee and freshly cooked pancakes greeted you. Irene looked up, a hopeful smile on her face. "Good morning," she said, trying to keep her tone cheerful.

You barely glanced at her, your heart still heavy with the previous night's argument. "Morning," your tone flat, moving to pour yourself a cup of coffee.

Irene's smile faltered, but she pressed on, desperate to bridge the gap between you. "I made pancakes, your favorite. Do you want some?"

"No thanks," you said coldly, sitting down at the table and turning your attention to your phone.

Her smile faded, and she bit her lip, her eyes dropping to the floor. The silence between you was unbearable, opposite to the bright mornings you used to share. Irene tried to make small talk, commenting on the weather and asking about your plans for the day, but each attempt was met with a one-word response or a dismissive shrug.

Frustration and sadness gnawed at her. She realized that her small talk wasn't working. Taking a deep breath, Irene decided to apologize.

"I know you're still upset, and you have every right to be," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm really sorry for the fight and for making you feel like you're not a priority. I need to do better, and I promise I will."

You looked up from your phone, the sincerity in her voice catching you off guard. You still felt a bit hurt from last night, but when you looked at Irene, her eyes were filled with sincerity and genuineness.

The kitchen was silent for a moment. You took a deep breath, processing Irene's apology. "I just feel like I'm always waiting for you," you said, your voice soft but laced with hurt. "Waiting for you to finish rehearsal, waiting for you to finish recording. It feels like I'm ignored sometimes."

Irene's heart clenched at your words. She could see the pain in your eyes, and it hurt her to know she had caused it. "I'm so sorry," she said, her voice wavering. "I never meant to make you feel that way. I know I haven't been there for you like I should be."

You looked at her, seeing the sincerity in her eyes. It was clear that she was genuinely sorry and wanted to make things right. Your heart still heavy, but beginning to soften, you took a deep breath.

"Irene, I love you, and I don't want to keep holding onto this anger. I forgive you."

Irene smiled, "Thank you. I promise I'll make more time for us."

She moved around the table, enveloping you in a tender embrace and nestling her face into your neck. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth you had missed so much.

[fake-sturniolos]

𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬

SYNOPSIS: Chris begins to distance himself, prompting y/n to finally confront him about his behavior, but the confrontation doesn't go well.

WARNING: just angst

word count: 811

ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ 'ʙᴀɢꜱ' ʙʏ ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴏ

Lately, Chris has been distant. When we're out with friends, he either drops my hand or completely ignores my presence altogether. It's been a week since he last told me he loved me, and even our texts consist of dry, one-word responses.

I'm trying to figure out what could have happened between us. I glance over at him; he's sleeping on his side, turned away from me. Tears start to fill my vision, and I get up and walk out of the room.

As I step into the dimly lit kitchen, the cool tiles beneath my feet provide a stark contrast to the warmth of my emotions. I reach for a glass, the faint clink breaking the silence as I pour myself some water, the sound echoing in the empty room. The tears stream down my cheeks, a mix of sadness and confusion.

Chris enters the kitchen. Quickly, I wipe away the tears, trying to hide my emotions as I lean against the countertop, holding the glass tightly. With an effort to appear calm, I take a sip of the water, trying to regain my composure.

"Why are you up?" Chris asks as he grabs a glass and pours himself some water.

"Couldn't sleep," I shrug.

Chris nods and turns to walk back to the room.

"Wait, Chris," I say, and he turns around.

"Is something wrong? I feel like you've been acting distant."

Chris hesitates for a moment. "No, everything's fine," he says reassuringly, but the hollow ring in his voice fails to convince me.

"Just stressed with work," he adds quickly, almost too quickly, as if trying to fill the silence with anything but the truth.

"It's not just work, Chris," I say."You drop my hand when we're with friends or ignore me. You haven’t even told me you loved me in a week. I mean, what am I supposed to do with that?"

Chris's expression shifts, his features contorting with defensiveness. "You're blowing this out of proportion," he retorts, his tone sharp. "I have a lot on my plate right now, and you're making this about you."

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I feel a surge of anger rising within me. "Making this about me?" I shoot back, my voice rising with indignation. "Chris, this is about us, about our relationship. And if you can't see that, then maybe we need to reevaluate things."

Chris's jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with frustration as he struggles to find the right words. "Look, I know things haven't been great lately," he begins, his tone softer now, more conciliatory. "But it's not fair to put all the blame on me. We both have our faults, our issues to work through.”

His attempt at diplomacy only serves to stoke the fire of my anger. "So now it's my fault too?" I retort, my voice laced with bitterness. "Fine, let's talk about my faults. But don't you dare deflect from the fact that you've been distant, that you've neglected our relationship.”

"Maybe we both need some time to figure things out," Chris finally says,

As he storms out of the room, I'm left standing there, the weight of his words heavy in the air. Tears threaten to spill over once again, but I refuse to let them.

Gathering my courage, I make my way back to the bedroom seeing Chris packing his stuff. my throat felt like it was closing up.

"I can't believe we're finally living together," Chris said with a grin, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Yeah, it's going to be amazing," I replied, my heart swelling with happiness at the thought of sharing my life with him.

He walked up to me and kissed me. I smiled into the kiss, my hands in his hair. I kissed him once more and pulled away. He chased my lips, and I turned away, laughing.

But now, as I watch him pack his things, that happiness feels like a distant memory, overshadowed by the pain of our current situation.

"So, you're just going to leave?" I manage to ask, my voice carrying a mixture of disbelief and hurt.

"I'm going back to live with Nick and Matt," his tone devoid of any of the warmth or tenderness that used to fill his words.

I can feel the sting of tears threatening to spill from my eyes as I struggle to comprehend his nonchalant demeanor. "So that's it?" I press, my voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and desperation.

There's a tense silence that hangs in the air, punctuated only by the sound of his continued packing. He grabs his things and walks past me. I stand there, utterly stunned by his actions.

never thought I would see him walk out the door with his bags.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!! ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪꜰ ɪᴛꜱ ʙᴀᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ

ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʟᴀᴜɴᴀ

[upsidedownmvnson]

my hero | eddie munson

“Eddie,” you whisper, stolen phone held close to your face as you look around the room. He hasn’t picked up the phone and you're afraid he wont answer, but he does, he always does.

“Eddie!” you whisper again, relieved but still in fight or flight. “I’m at a party.”

“Y/N? what the hell? It’s like 3AM, Wayne was asleep…”

“Eddie listen, please. You have to help me I don’t feel real anymore.”

“You don’t feel real?” his frustration quickly dissolved, as it always did with you, and replaced with only concern. Wayne too.

“Will you help me, please?” you sounded so small. Eddie was already putting on his jacket, listening to you intently as you babbled about your fuzzy head.

“Babe, I need you to breath, okay? It’s just me and you talking, ya? Just take a breath, and tell me where to go, and I’ll come okay? I’m coming right now, just tell me where to go, baby.”

When he finally coerced enough of an answer from you, he was out the door, rushing to your aid. He was speeding down deserted streets to get to you, sick with worry. He felt like this was somehow his fault.

You guys were friends because you tutored him. At first he hated it, but he grew to like you... a lot... so he kept going, just to spend time with you. And you guys had been working together earlier when you dropped a bomb that some basketball prick had asked you out to this stupid house party - the one he was currently rescuing him from - and it had led to a small fight. Eddie didn't remember exactly what he said but it was something along of the lines of "don't come crawling to me when he doesn't call you back."

Eddie was just jealous, and he knew that. He should've just told you the truth, but instead he just got mad, defensive. He really had no right and he knew that, as far as he knew, you got paid to tutor him. Paid to be in his life.

He parked like shit and ran into the house, looking for you. He drew everyone's eyes, but he didn't care. He figured you'd be in a bedroom, since there was no one by the phone in the kitchen. His heart raced as he ran up the stairs, opening every door without hesitation.

He knocked on one door and was met with you yelling, "go away!"

Thank fuck, he thought, knocking again. "It's me, it's Eddie."

The door flew open a second later, and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Eddie guided you back into the room and closed the door.

"You came," you cried, pushing your face deeper into his chest. He melted into you, wrapping his arms around your an holding you close. You were fine, you were with him. His hands soothed you, spreading warmth everywhere they touched you.

"Of course I came," Eddie said, like it was an obvious thing. "What happened?"

"Too many drinks," you mumbled, squeezing him tighter. "You were right," you cried, "he never called."

"I wasn't right," he said, quietly. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you."

"S'ok Eddie," you mumbled, you pulled back from him enough to look up at his face. He looked so soft, eyes filled with worry and care for you. Your tear stained cheeks made his chest tighten, and he wished he could take away your pain, and sadness. "He never called, or picked me up so I just came by myself," you explained, eyes welling up with more tears, making the knife in Eddie's chest spun. "And made friends with some girls and had some drinks and then, and then-" you choked on a little cry.

"Then what, sweetheart?" Eddie cupped your cheeks, brushing his thumbs along the apples of your cheeks, clearing them of the wild tears, leaving flushed skin across your cheeks and nose. His hands found place on either side of your face, gently forcing you to look up at him. Every move was tender and comforting.

"Then Chance showed up with his friends and they all laughed at me," you pushed yourself back into his chest, your shoulders rising and falling with frantic crying. Eddie just held you, keeping you close and giving any comfort he can. His own eyes got hazy just from hearing your sad little whimpers.

"Will you take me home?" you mumbled, slightly muffled by his chest.

"Yeah," he said, "course, sweetheart. Let me just..." He pulled away to properly wipe all the tears off your cheeks.

You looked up at him again, and he felt his heart melt. He had a big crush on you, and he already knew that, but it had manifested by teasing you while you tried to help him with algebra. But it was different now, he still wanted to do that, but he also wanted to hold you, love you, know you. Even with tear stained cheeks and shitty guest room lighting, you still looked beautiful.

Eddie wondered what rumours would fly around the school as you led him by the hand out the front door. All eyes were on the two of you, but you didn't seem bothered by it. In fact, he was surprised about how casually you connected yourself to him in front of all these people. Eddie wasn't exactly popular, but you never seemed to treat him different from anyone else.

He couldn't stop thinking all of these nice things about you as he walked towards to van.

"Thanks for coming, Eddie," you said again, as he opened the passenger door for you.

As you climbed in he said, "Anytime, babe."

You had to wonder if he knew that he was sending butterflies on a rampage in your stomach everytime he called you sweetheart, or baby. If you were honest with him, you should've stopped tutoring him months ago. You'd stopped tutoring when you got a job at the bowling alley in town, but you just didn't want to stop seeing him. So even though you weren't getting paid anymore, you kept going to the library at 3pm on Tuesday, and Thursday. That's when you would get a full hour, sometimes two, of totally uninterrupted time with Eddie.

But that was your little secret. Eddie had no idea.

"Why did he do that?" you asked once Eddie was driving. He reached over the middle to scoop up your hand, and hold it softly in his. He brushed his thumb over yours.

"Those guys are assholes," Eddie muttered, "it's not even worth thinking about."

You made a sad noise in response, looking out the window at the dingy street lights.

"Chance is an idiot," he reassured, mocking tone over his name. "I bet you a thousand bucks he regrets what he's done as soon as he sees your pretty smile at school on Monday."

You hiccuped. The memory of the many drinks you had at the party was still fresh. And your stomach swirled suddenly.

"Time for bed," you said, slumping against the seat.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get you to bed all right," he joked, winking your way. You blushed, sinking into the seat a little more. You smiled a little. "Awh, there it is. Just trying to make you smile, that's all."

The rest of the ride was mostly silent. Eddie's stereo playing something quiet. Your hands were still weaved together, and you were hesitant to remove yourself when he stopped in front of your house. He took his seatbelt off, but stayed by your side, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. You could feel yourself falling into them, so you pulled your eyes away, forcing yourself to push those feelings down.

"Thank you for everything," you whispered, voice hoarse from all the sobbing. "Maybe sometime we hang out it won't be about math or me crying," you joked. When you got out of the car, Eddie followed; being the gentleman he is, he walked you to the door. You fished the keys out of your pocket.

"I'd like that," he said, no edge to voice. No smirk or grin or joke. He really would like that.

You unlocked the door, and even though you didn't want to, and he didn't want you to... you left him for the evening. Chance was long forgotten, and new feelings of appreciation brewing for Eddie. Maybe there was something there. Suddenly... it didn't seem that unrequited.

And you two continued on, but it was all different. While studying before you were very goal oriented, but now, you found yourself lulling into easy conversation with Eddie, finding the time to be sidetracked by every question he asked you. And he felt it too, you were more open to him, more welcoming to his flirtatious teasing.

Instead of meeting at the library, he tried to catch you at your locker, or leaving class, just to have those extra moments to walk with you.

Your favourite part, was that it wasn't just two scheduled days anymore. He would seek you out everyday. He'd come join you in the cafeteria, just to ask you a million questions about your book but never let you actually read it and, "ignore all the great things right in front of you."

Even when the Hellfire club looked at him with questioning looks as he sat elsewhere, he just wanted to talk to you. They never said anything about it, they couldn't ignore the genuine smile across his face every time he spoke to you.

Today, you weren't anywhere to be found after class, so he made his way over to the library.

Everytime you studied, you guys were in study room two, so Eddie headed there without much thought. When he opened the door, two random students were in there, scared by the intrusion. He mumbled out a little apology and closed the door as quickly as he opened it, a little too loud, drawing a few eyes in the library.

He found you by the desk, whisper talking to the librarian. You were talking about him.

"...and Eddie in study room two."

"The study rooms are designated for the in school tutoring program, you know that."

"What's going on?" Eddie asked, smiling at your cute little angry face as you huffed and crossed your arms. The librarian left you two, after all, there was nothing she could do.

"They booked out our study room over me," you said. He didn't care about that at all, but his heart fluttered at the sight of you. You were just so fuckin' cute.

"We can just do it somewhere else," he said, putting a hand on your elbow to gently rotate you away from the desk. You let him lead you to an open table. He would admit, it left for less opportunity for him to flirt which he didn't like, and you'd have to whisper.

You started opening your books, and the librarians answer lingered in his mind. "Hey, aren't we in the tutoring program though?" And it made a wild blush flash across your cheeks, and he grin, thinking he found something. "Hey, what's got you blushin'?"

And that too made you blush. You whispered, "stop it," and tried to reel him back into the textbook, but he didn't bite.

"Hmm," he teased, leaning towards you with his fits under his chin, watching your features. "I don't know, I'm dyin' to know what makes those cheeks light up, I saved you, you know."

"My hero..." you mumbled, "I couldn't be in the program anymore if I took the job at the bowling alley," you admitted, wanting to sink into oblivion. "And I kept showing up so I guess they never reassigned you."

"Wait," he grinned, his eyes flashing down to watch as you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth. "You just wanted to see me bad enough to do it for free, huh?"

"Don't say it like that," you whispered, wishing you could sink into your clothes. Maybe get totally raptured out of here. If you blushed any longer you were sure that your cheeks were going to stain that way.

"Hey, c'mon," he said softly, hooking his finger under your chin to bring your gaze up to him. "It's cute, I appreciate it a lot."

"I just liked hanging out with you," you admitted, conjuring up a smile. He smiled back.

"Shoulda told me, we could've not been doing algebra this whole time." You laughed, and still he wouldn't look at any of the work. "Hey, let me take you somewhere else to study."

"Will we actually study?"

"I'm shocked by such a tone, sounds like you assume I have ulterior motives."

"Because I just know that you do!" you laughed, only to be shushed by the librarian. You two made your way out of the library anyway, "I've never been shushed before."

"I'm a bad influence," he mused, smiling at you.

He insisted on carrying your bag after you packed up your books, he only had his textbook and a beaten up notebook tucked under one arm. He would be happy to do this everyday, escort your wherever you needed to go, chauffeur you around town, he didn't care. He just wanted you to be safe and well taken care of.

"Where are we going?" you asked, when you realized he was leading you out of the school.

"Well, that depends on two things." Eddie stopped when you two were in the parking lot, right beside his van.

"What are those two things?"

"The first is; do you trust me?"

You looked at him for a second, and with a soft smile you answered, "I do."

"The second is; are you dying to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?"

The blush on your cheeks was clear, and the anxiety in the back of his mind calling him crazy for asking was roaring. But you shuffled your shoe, and without looking at him mumbled, "I am."

Eddie smiled at what he heard. He dropped your bag so he could scoop up your face with both of his hands, cupping your cheeks lovingly and looking at you before leaning down to place his lips on yours. He kissed you like he'd been dying and you were the antidote. His lips were tender, but dominate. He tasted like stale weed and spearmint gum, and you were totally lost in him. The way his arms moved to your waist to hold you close, as if this was his only chance. As if when you parted it would be over.

By the end you were both smiling so much it was hard to kiss. When he finally had to seperate, he kept you close, sneaking a hand back onto your cheek, giving you something to lean into while you slowly regained your breath.

"Could kiss you all day," he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

You looked at him and nodded eagerly, biting your swollen lip. "Yes, let's do that."

He laughed, kissing you on the forehead a few quick times. "What's the rush, petal? We've got all the time in the world."

[pinkgy]

okay, ignore the previous ask, i can't be more blind and stupid (💀).

so, if it isn't a bother, may you write some headcanons about the kings (satan, mammon, beelzebub and leviathan) with a reader who's slightly chubby and dislikes their (reader's) body.

thanks in advance, dear.

–☕ (wishing to end myself after this one.)

Hi ! Thank you so much for your request and congratulations for being the first request that is not about sex lol I needed a break.

Here it is! I loved writing this request and I hope you like it ♡

It's a bit OOC in some parts (Leviathan), but in my defense, it's not easy to write fluff about them.

Also, I'm sorry if I didn't focus much on the body type part, I'm not a great fan of specifying the reader's body type, race, and sometimes even height, but it's okay! I tried my best.

Also, this is my contribution to the soft and sweet Mammon HC.

𝗪𝗛𝗕

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

"𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨"

♡

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗡

✮ He’s in denial, Satan has you on a pedestal and he genuinely cannot believe that you think this way about yourself, simply because it’s a completely different opinion than the one he has of you.

✮ If you dare to mention any discomfort with your appearance in front of him, he will laugh in your face telling you to stop joking about such things, and when you look at him completely serious he might realize that he was wrong.

✮ Satan genuinely doesn't have any specific body preference, in his eyes you’re perfect, all he cares about is that you’re healthy both physically and mentally. 

✮ Once he fully realizes, you won't EVER hear him joking about it, and if someone else dared to they’re dead within seconds. The same goes for you "jokingly" mistreating yourself, that's the biggest offense for him and the lecture your life awaits you.

✮ This situation would become a priority for satan, he's capable of leaving aside all his work just to do the impossible to make you feel better about yourself. 

✮ He gets very frustrated every time you talk negatively about yourself, and he feels sad every time he notices that you feel insecure about your body, Satan somehow puts himself in your shoes, and that makes him take everything too seriously.

“Stop looking at yourself like that, I know what you're thinking and I don't like it” He hugs you from behind "Let's talk, you're too pretty to be thinking those things"

𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗭𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗕

✮ He might believe that you’re joking if you tell him, and he also might jokingly tell you something like “Yeah, I don’t like your body either” Clearly no offense intended, he would genuinely think that you’re not being serious.

✮ Beelzebub won’t realize that his “Harmless comment” made you feel bad unless someone else tells him that he screwed up, probably many days later he will approach you and actually apologize.

✮ Don’t expect any elaborate apologies from him, he will tell you what is necessary. But after he has taken a long time trying to remember everything you said to him that day, he will subtly start looking for ways to make you feel better about yourself. 

✮ Believe me, Beelzebub is going to make sure you hear every chance he gets about how perfect you are, and in case he forgets to tell you, Bael is under strict orders to remind him. 

✮ He’s really supportive but he sucks at showing it, his main goal is to distract you from your insecurity by at the same time trying to not distract himself, and somehow, it works.

"And who said that being yourself is not okay? As long as that beautiful body of yours is well-fed and healthy, you are the hottest person out there"

𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗢𝗡

✮ He would get offended, but like, really offended, the moment he notices or when you tell him about it he acts like those Latina grandmas when their grandchild tells them they're gay,

literally him.

✮ He's never seen anyone more ethereal than you, how do you even dare to dislike yourself?

✮ He genuinely doesn’t care about your body type, your weight, etc, as long as you’re healthy he’s going to love every part of you.

✮ He’s an amazing listener, Mammon will encourage you to vent to him while he slowly caresses your hair, and every time you say something he’s not okay with, he kisses your forehead.

✮ He wouldn't think you're joking, the opposite, Mammon would take this really seriously, but like, too seriously, to the point where you’re not getting out of Tartaros without loving your body as much as he loves it, and believe me, that’s a lot. 

“How can you hate such a beautiful body like yours? Every inch of you is perfect and just looking at you feels like a privilege, so don't overthink too much please”

𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡

✮ Leviathan will genuinely get mad at you, if he finds out, he will ignore you, and if you tell him, he will leave and ignore you too, but it’s temporary, he will get over it in a few days. 

✮ He kind of sucks at comforting people, but he can and will try his best with you, just don’t expect much from him, and know that he’s genuine about it.

✮ He will make an annoyed face every time you comment something negative about yourself, and trust me, you will notice.

✮ Leviathan has a very good memory, and he’ll make a mental note of every part of your body that you mention that you don’t like, and every chance he gets he will make sure to kiss or caress that part. He won’t be very obvious, but somehow, he will find a way to discreetly improve your opinion of yourself.

✮ He would hang anyone who dared to make jokes about your body, and would also hang anyone who complimented you, only he has the right to do that.

✮ And on those days when you feel particularly bad about your body, Leviathan will be sure to find a way to distract you with something else, he’s very observant so he wouldn’t need to listen to you to know how you feel, he’ll just suddenly leave his work for a few hours and take you to one of your favorite places, even if he hates the place, he hates more that you have a bad opinion of yourself.

“Get those thoughts out of your head, people should be jealous of how you look, okay? Don't be ridiculous”

[christhopersturniolo]

୨ LOSING YOU ୧

SUMMARY: You and Chris argue cause you don’t trust him enough, you’re way too ‘toxic’.

WARNINGS: Angst, cussing.

NOTES: English is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistake.

୨୧

I sigh, annoyed by all this argument “Then let me see your phone, Christopher.” I extend my hand, for him to hand me it.

Chris turns off his phone and looks at me “Do you know how stupid you sound right now Y/N?” Chris scoffs, like i’m crazy. His tone dripping with disbelief.

“Stupid?” I repeat in the same tone as him “Now I sound stupid for not wanting to be cheated on?” He starts to get up from the bed, with each step he gets closer to me.

“You gotta stop with all your bullshit, I seriously can’t take this anymore. You are fucking paranoid!” He says loudly in my face. “I've never given you any reason to doubt me! Do you know how many times you’ve asked to go through my phone?!”

My eyes never leave his. “Do you know how many girls you follow on instagram? I know you get upset every time I mention this but it’s true! You get all defensive and what? I have reasons to be paranoid! So yeah, I’m paranoid and it’s because of you!”

“I get ‘defensive’ and all ‘upset’ cause I would never cheat, and you make me feel like I already did!” His hands moving wildly.

He keeps coming, not letting me talk. “You are fucking insecure! I’m not like your exes! You gotta stop projecting your shitty insecurities on me!” at this point I don’t even know what to answer, cause it’s true.

“Maybe if you were honest with me this wouldn’t be happening” I say with a shaky voice.

“Oh you want honesty don’t you? Fine!” He aggressively starts unlocking his phone with his thumb and putting it into my hands “Take this shit! See if this discussion is worth it!”

I hesitate. Tears blur my vision as I struggle to hold his phone in my trembling hands. “I can’t” I choke out, my voice barely audible “I don’t wanna do this, Chris” I sniff, avoiding eye contact “Maybe I am insecure, and I hate it.”

He sighs. Christopher’s expression softens slightly as he sees my tears fall, but his frustration is still there “I just want you to trust me, Y/N.”

I look up at him with my watery eyes “And I want to trust you, I swear, but it’s so hard when my past keeps fucking haunting me.”

“I understand…” Chris murmurs, his voice becoming more gentle “but if we are going to make this relationship work, you have to stop being so paranoid and untrusting.” He cups my cheeks with his hands, wiping my tears away with his thumbs “I love you, and I would never hurt you, so please just put some trust in me, okay?” I nod “I'm here for you. I want to help you through this. You have no idea how much I hate seeing you acting like this, it makes me genuinely sad.” He pulls me into a hug, I lay my head on his chest.

“I’m scared of losing you..”

He keeps me close for a while. “I know you are.. But I’m not going anywhere.” He says softly, his hand running through my hair “I’m always here for you..”

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this was a short one

idk if i like it, i think they changed moods way to fast lmao

taglist: @thebottledwatersupplier @daddyslilchickenfingers2 @orangelala @annamcdonalds67 @lilo7sworld @soso-scarlettolivia @junnniiieee07

[periwinklekryptonite]

hey hi how does travis parallel common feminine tropes? i need to hear from the travis expert

Okay, so the "Problem" is that there's a preface and conclusion that's, like, way longer than just my bit about Travis's funny little parodies and then genuine relationship with femininity. While answering this ask, I realized just how big it is and I don't want to unload all of it here because I am just. Too tired all of the time to have all of it done in one swipe, and my attempt to do so ended up frustrating me more than anything LMAO

I write this with the promise that I'll expand on it and actually get to the meat of your question. I have a lot of it written, already!

The preface is easy: what's up with Travis and his relationship with gender?

Travis is trying to present as a very masculine, powerful character. It's an easy defense mechanism when he's alone in a crowded room. The thing many people fail to consider is that he doesn't know any of these people, and he probably dislikes most (if not all) of them on principal. The girls have a bond that existed in the before times, and Travis doesn't. He's an outsider. He's trying to grasp for some semblance of control by playing a sort of parody of the stoic, macho man... and it doesn't work.

Because of how he does this, a lot of people into the show are not into Travis. He's one of the only characters that are overtly and loudly misogynistic. It makes sense that people don't want to look past that when he acts so nasty. This means many write him off as exactly what Travis wants people to think he is.

Kevin Alves says it best in his Boys by Girls interview. I suggest reading the whole thing, it says a lot of what I'm saying and more.

So, even though he's pushing this masculine agenda when he's in the wreck with all the girls, my assumption in him has always been that he's never been the most big or the most masculine of guys at school. This is him really trying to pretend to be someone that he is not, this is not him.

This dramatized, fictional version of him is how he thinks he'll find a place within the group. The alternative is getting Coach Ben-ed and slowly being ousted from the group. Sitting in the back room and rotting in complete solitude just seems like a downer.

(Here he is looking sad for emphasis)

Travis was never the top dog. The girls do not take him seriously when he acts like this, and he probably wasn't taken very seriously in school. His insecurities lead to a lot of failures in his relationship with Javi and Nat, and no relationship with anyone else. If it continued any further than it did, he would've died for this. Like with Jackie, he'd be frozen out.

What Travis learns, and we learn as well, is that to be part of the in-group, you must also be a part of the dominant culture in the cabin and Wilderness itself. For Travis to be a part of the Yellowjackets, Travis must also be one of the girls.

Travis's story, the link between season 1 and season 2, is one of transition.

Some interpret this as a social transition, but I believe it to be literal.

The surviving group is not "the Yellowjackets and also Travis." By the end of season 2, (actually by the end of Qui,) Travis is indistinguishable from the rest. He's eaten Jackie with them, he's given blood to Shauna, he's taken blood from Lottie, he has led the group in their second act of cannibalism. Travis is a Yellowjacket.

Credit where credit is due:

@monstrousgourmandizingcats really helped me grind out these ideas and has a lot of cool YJ takes in general, and most of the screenies were given to me by @nicothecowboy.

Now, for YJ Fic Writer's Weekend I should hopefully have the part of this that you asked about ready. Until then, I have some interviews, and I cannot recommend the PaleyFest panel more. It has a lot about Travis in S2 and his relationship with Nat and Lottie.

[xoln04f1xo]

Slipping Through The Cracks - CS55

Angst

WC: 442

Pairings: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Summary: A heartfelt conversation reveals Carlos' struggle to balance between racing and love, but feeling neglected, you both decide to take some time apart, leaving you both uncertain about the future.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

The Monaco Grand Prix was always an electric weekend, but tonight the sparkling lights and glamour felt hollow. The tension between you and Carlos had been building for weeks, unspoken words, late-night arguments, and an emotional distance you couldn't seem to bridge.

You stood by the edge of the balcony at the afterparty, the Mediterranean breeze cooling your flushed cheeks. Inside, laughter and music echoed, but all you could focus on was Carlos across the room. He looked every inch of a confident driver, surrounded by friends and team members, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. Not like it used to when he looked at you.

A hand on your arm pulled you from your thoughts. Turning, you found Carlos standing there, his brow furrowed. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice low but urgent.

You nodded, following him to a quieter corner. The air between you was heavy. "Carlos, if this is about..."

"Let me speak," he interrupted, running a hand through his hair, His frustration was palpable, but so was the sadness in his eyes. "I feel like I'm loosing you," he admitted, his voice raw.

Your chest tightened. "Carlos, I've been trying to talk to you for weeks. Every time I try to talk to you or reach out to you, your too busy, too tired, or just... not there."

"I'm trying to balance everything," he said, his tone defensive. "The races, the team, the media... It's not that I don't care about you."

"But it feels like I'm always last on your list," you whispered, tears threatening to spill. "I don't doubt you love me, Carlos. I doubt whether you can make space for me in your world."

He looked hurt, his hands reaching for yours but hesitating. "I don't want to loose you," he said, his voice breaking. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

You shook your head, stepping back. "It's not about fixing things with grand gestures or promises, Carlos. It's about you showing up - every day, in the little ways that matter."

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The weight of the truth hung heavy between you. Carlos looked at you like he wanted to say something, but no words came. "I think we need time to figure out if we can find each other again." Carlos's face crumpled, but he nodded, swallowing hard. "If that's what you need..."

Tears blurred your vision as you walked away, leaving him standing in the shadows on the balcony. Part of you wanted to turn back, but you couldn't keep holding onto something that felt like it was slipping through the cracks.

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[yujeong]

Ok, Ok, I think I need to lay down. Yes, SandRay floored us today. Yes, Khaotung wanted to personally kill me with his acting and First with his huge eyes filled with tears. Yes, whatever the fuck TopMew had going on this episode had me pull my hair in frustration in a good way, because Mew is a hilariously horrible person and Boeing is unhinged. BUT. Listen. BostonNick stole the episode for me. That scene. That fucking scene. Everything that happened before that scene was the perfect set up. Atom setting Boston up. Cheum and co going to his house to shame him and denounce him as their friend. Nick and Dan. Their encounter at Nick's shop. It was all delicious and perfectly executed but it could never prepare me for this. We see Boston looking sad at the distance and Nick coming to him to talk (after he saw Boston's feelings about him through the fucking phone wallpaper pls, I'm not OK). He asks him and Boston is defensive but then Nick insists and Boston, in his need to have someone comfort him FINALLY, says what happened. At first Nick responds by telling him how things are; seems legit, he says, given what you've done. Boston tells him to cut it off but not in his usual way, he's not cruel or rude, he's simply asking to not be shit on rn. Nick listens and apologizes and he means it and I love it.

But Boston feels weird and cannot understand wtf is wrong with him and it's real and I love that he trusted Nick to ask him about it. And Nick's answer is perfect for Boston, because sure, for us, the audience it seems so obvious; of course Boston is doing fucked up shit in his desperation to be loved and accepted, but Boston doesn't know that. No one TOLD him that, no one SHOWED him that.

Boston's answer to that is even better, because he still doesn't understand. And he needs a more valid reason than that.

Nick's answer? Oh, my beautiful nasty little boy. He was so real for it. He needed to gather himself to say it. He needed time to utter those words. "I also did nasty shit to you, Boston" he tells him. "Maybe we belong together" What Boston said next was breathtaking. I love him for that.

He might as well have said "I love you" here. It has the same weight as that phrase. That's why Nick breaks down. That's why he kisses him like that, crying uncontrollably and telling him he missed him too. Because we already knew about Nick's feelings towards Boston. We knew the guy had an obsession turned love towards him. But with Boston it's different. And Nick thought so too before this phrase was uttered, before Boston basically confessed he has feelings for Nick, or more precisely, that Nick is special to Boston. And he proceeds to say it AGAIN, after Nick says it. He says AGAIN how he missed him and he THANKS him for staying by his side with TEARS in his own eyes. They hug while crying together, please, I'm too weak for this. And then they make LOVE. They don't just fuck, they make sweet love to each other while staring at each other's eyes and kissing and being cute and I fucking DIED right there. BostonNick is all I ever wanted and more. I need MORE, please, I can't handle myself. This episode was SO GOOD, I can't DEAL with this.

[rhiandoesfandom]

Ficlet- I Thought I Knew You Part 1 (A Fizzarozzie ficlet)

(warning, incoming angst)

Ozz places his hat and coat on the rack, folding up his umbrella. It's hardly ever a dry sky in Lust. He bites his lip, looking at the unanswered texts from Fizz,

OZZIE

WHAT THE HELL

DO SMTHG

OZZ?!

He swipes it away and looks around the penthouse flat. He doesn't hear Fizz's shows in the living room, or sounds of food making in the kitchen. It's only mid afternoon, what could he possibly be doing?

Walking lightly through each room, he looks carefully for his imp. Waiting to see the signature red of his tail. The mostly only red part of him.

After a few rooms, he can't find him. Maybe he went over to Blitz's for the night? Or a bar? He hopes not a bar. That would make sense. But-

He pushes the thought from his mind, heading into his office to look over some paperwork before the evening comes. Except that's where he finds him, laying on a couch in front of a roaring fire. He must be asleep he thinks, and tiptoes in to grab the papers. Then freezes when he feels wide eyes staring at his back.

"It's three hours after the trial", Fizz says in a monotone voice that Ozz has hardly ever heard.

He doesn't look back yet, "Yes well, Bee wanted to have lunch. Told you to eat without me babe".

He hears Fizz snicker, "So I freak the fuck out because my best friend is about to fucking die and ask my boyfriend to do something about it with NO answer and he just goes off to eat fucking LUNCH?!"

Ozzie sighs, "Yes, Fizzarolli. I hadn't seen Bee in a long-"

"No I want you to look at me!", Fizz yells, and Ozzie obliges, turning around. He sees mascara running down his boyfriend's face, and just wants to hug him. But he's pretty sure that's not what he wants right now.

"Look at me and tell me you wouldn't stopped that fucking reaper yourself. Stood up in front of all of the court and did what prince Stolas had to do! Fuck-what he risked everything for!" He yells towards Ozzie. Ozzie shifts his feet and puts a hand on his hip, looking towards the ground.

"It's not that easy Fizz there's...paradigms...systems", he starts even though he knows Fizz won't hear it. He just wants to yell at him right now. And maybe he does deserve it. The way Bee looked during their lunch, she could barely talk. Feeling the sorrow that accompanied the lust Blitz and Stolas felt for one another. She said it was commendable.

Tears fall down Fizz's cheeks, staining his button up. His suspenders are off, hanging loosely around his thighs. He squeezes them once in a while in frustration.

"I thought I knew you, Ozz. Am I just the exception? Huh? You'll put your fucking neck out for me but when it comes to any other imp they're fucking dead? Is that it?!" Fizz instigates.

Ozz takes a deep breath, "He technically broke the law using that gri-"

"BULLSHIT!", Fizz's voice cracks. Hugging himself now, "You could have brought up the crystal we set him up with, ANYTHING!" He turns as more tears fall down faster now.

"Fizzy...he's safe...", Ozzie reaches out to grab his shoulder to pull him into a hug but Fizz pulls away, stepping towards the door.

"Fizz?", Ozz questions, pulling his hand back, holding his own wrist. Fizz wipes his face, "I'm going over to Blitz's. Don't fucking wait up for me", he throws his phone on the ground and grabs one of his own stones from the coffee table that Ozz gave him, portalling to Pride before Ozzie can stop him. Or say anything else in his defense.

He sighs, sitting on the couch, head in his hands. The fellow heads in his mane in sad expressions.

"You really fucked up didn't you...", he says to himself.

[call-of-daydreams]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽, 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 4,092

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 16 𝓶𝓲𝓷 22 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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As Y/N returned to Bangchan's room with his favorite nightwear and set it on his bed, she couldn't help feeling a sense of worry for him. She knew that something was bothering him, and she hoped that the familiar comfort of his favorite clothes would bring him some small measure of solace.

She then headed to the kitchen area and spoke to the cook, asking them to make Bangchan's favorite dessert as a gesture of comfort. The cook nodded and got to work, understanding the significance of the request.

As Y/N waited for the dessert to be finished, she wondered how Bangchan was doing

After a while, the cook announced that the dessert was ready and Y/N carefully carried it back to Bangchan's room. As she approached the door, she took a deep breath before carefully opening it, peeking inside to see how Bangchan was doing…

As she entered the room, Y/N saw Bangchan sitting on the edge of his bed, staring off into space with a melancholy expression on his face. His shoulders were slumped, and he was holding his head in his hands. It was clear that he was still upset about the argument with his father.

Y/N carefully set the dessert down on a nearby table and approached him, speaking softly. "I brought you something," she said gently.

Bangchan looked up at her, his expression weary. He saw the dessert and managed a small smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Thanks," he said quietly, his voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.

Y/N sat down next to him on the bed, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I also put out some nightwear for you," she said quietly. "I know it's been a tough day, and I thought it might help if you had something familiar and comfortable to wear."

Bangchan nodded, his expression still weary. "Yeah, thanks," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He glanced down at the dessert on the table. "You really didn't have to go to all this trouble, you know," he mumbled, his tone a little defensive.

Y/N smiled gently. "It's no trouble at all," she reassured him. "I just wanted to make sure you had something to lift your spirits a little bit." She paused, studying his expression. "Do you want to talk about what happened with your father?" she asked carefully.

Bangchan tensed up at the mention of his father, a flicker of anger crossing his face. He shook his head slightly. "No, not really," he muttered, his tone bitter.

Y/N nodded, understanding the pain and resentment that was probably bubbling up inside him. "That's okay," she said quietly. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But I just want you to know that I'm here for you if you ever need to talk or just need some company."

Bangchan looked up at her, his expression softening slightly. "Thanks, Y/N," he said gruffly. "I appreciate it." There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, his voice low and vulnerable. "It's just… sometimes it feels like he's always disappointed in me, no matter what I do."

Y/N felt a pang of sadness as she heard the pain in Bangchan's voice. She knew that he was struggling with the weight of his father's expectations and disappointment, and it hurt her to see him so hurt and defeated. "I can only imagine how difficult that must be," she said sympathetically. "But it's important to remember that you don't need to live up to his expectations. You are your own person, with your own strengths and weaknesses. You have worth and value, no matter what he says or thinks.”

Bangchan exhaled deeply, letting her words sink in. "I know, I know," he muttered. "But it's hard to remember that sometimes, when it feels like he's always breathing down my neck, criticizing everything I do." He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated.

Y/N reached out and placed a hand on his arm, offering a gentle squeeze. "It must be really tough, having that kind of pressure on you," she said softly. "But you don't have to face it alone. You have people here who care about you, who see your worth and value."

Bangchan looked at her, his expression a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "Thanks, Y/N," he said quietly. "I'm just… so tired of feeling like I'm never good enough for him. Like I'll never be the son he wants me to be."

As Y/N sat down in the chair opposite Bangchan, she adjusted her dress, smoothing out any wrinkles. She studied his face, seeing the exhaustion and weariness etched into his features. It was clear that today's events had taken their toll on his spirit.

"I can only imagine how exhausted you must feel," she said kindly. "Not only from your lesson but also from the argument with your father. It sounds like it was a tough meeting."

Bangchan nodded, his expression weary. "It was," he muttered. "It's always the same thing with him. He's never satisfied with anything I do. No matter how hard I try, it's never good enough for him." He clenched his jaw, his frustration and disappointment evident.

Y/N reached for the dessert plate, the sweetness of the treat offering a small reprieve from the heaviness of the situation. She picked up a spoonful and offered it to Bangchan, her eyes gentle and understanding.

"Here," she said softly. "Why don't you try a bite? It might help you feel a little better, even if just for a moment."

Bangchan looked at the dessert, a flicker of longing in his eyes. He hesitantly took the spoon from Y/N and took a small bite of the treat. His expression softened slightly as he savored the sweetness on his tongue.

"It's good, right?" Y/N asked, a small smile on her face. She could see the tension in his shoulders begin to ease, even if just a little.

Bangchan nodded, his mouth still full of the dessert. He swallowed the bite and spoke, a hint of a smile on his face. "Yeah… it is," he admitted. "Thanks, Y/N."

Y/N smiled, happy to see a small spark of joy in his eyes again. "You're welcome," she said warmly. "Sometimes, it's the small things that can make a difference, like a delicious dessert or a kind gesture."

Bangchan nodded, taking another bite of the dessert. He was quiet for a moment, lost in thought. Then he spoke again, his voice low. "You know… sometimes I wish I could just run away from it all. From the pressures of being a prince, from my father's impossible expectations."

Y/N listened intently, her expression sympathetic. She could sense the weight of the burden he was carrying. "I can imagine," she said quietly. "It must be overwhelming, having all that responsibility on your shoulders, plus the constant judgment and disappointment from your father."

Bangchan exhaled deeply, dropping the spoon back into the dessert plate. "Sometimes, I just feel so suffocated," he murmured. "Like I can't breathe, can't think straight. Like I'm drowning in the expectations and demands of everyone around me."

Y/N was taken aback by Bangchan's confession, but she could sense the weight of his emotions. She reached out and placed her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You don't have to carry it all alone," she said softly. "You have people who care about you, who are here for you."

Bangchan's head shifted upwards to meet her gaze, his eyes darkened with a mix of weariness and something deeper, something that sent shivers down Y/N's spine.

He didn't pull his hand away, and Y/N felt a pang of awareness at the contact. The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with a tension that was both thrilling and a little unsettling. His grip on her hand tightened for a moment, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles.

Y/N's heart raced, the touch of his hand on hers sending a thrill through her body. She tried to keep her expression neutral, masking the way her breath caught in her throat as he held her gaze, his eyes dark and intense.

Finally, Bangchan spoke, his voice low and gritty. "Sometimes… I just want to forget about everything and just… be in the moment, you know?" He paused, his thumb still tracing small circles on Y/N's hand. "Just… feel something other than this constant pressure and disappointment."

Y/N swallowed, her throat dry. She could feel the heat of his hand on hers, the intensity in his gaze making it difficult to focus on anything but him. "What do you want to feel?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bangchan's eyes darkened even further, his voice even lower. "Anything… anything besides the stress and the weight of expectations." He paused again, and Y/N felt the air between them grow thicker, almost electric with tension. "When I'm with you… I feel something different. Something… lighter."

Y/N's breath caught in her chest as he spoke, the raw honesty in his words making her heart race. She could feel her own emotions conflicting - the loyalty and respect she had for her position as a personal assistant and the growing attraction and connection she felt towards Bangchan.

"I… I understand," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "But… we have our duties, our roles to play. It wouldn't be appropriate for us to…" She trailed off, the words sticking in her throat.

Bangchan's gaze didn't waver, his grip on her hand still firm. "Screw duty, screw roles," he muttered, his voice edged with frustration. "What about what we feel? What about what we want?"

Y/N's eyes widened at his blunt words, the raw honesty in them shaking her to the core. But there was also a flicker of desire there, a part of her that wanted to throw caution to the wind and give in to the growing attraction between them.

Her mind was screaming at her to protest, to remind him of their positions and the consequences of their actions. But her heart was overruling her head, the way his hand still held hers, the intense look in his darkened eyes, making all her sensible thoughts scatter.

"Chan…" she said quietly, her voice cracking with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. "We can't…" But even as she spoke the words, she could feel her resistance wavering, her body leaning slightly towards him.

Bangchan noticed the subtle change in her stance, the way she was drawn towards him despite her words of protest. He tightened his grip on her hand, his eyes never leaving hers. "Why not?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.

Y/N's heart was racing now, her body responding to his presence in a way she couldn't control. She tried to think of a good reason, a sensible argument against the undeniable pull between them. "Because… because we can't," she repeated weakly. "We have our responsibilities, our lives…"

But her words sounded hollow even to her own ears. Bangchan leaned closer, closing some of the distance between them, his voice dropping to a murmur. "And what if I don't care about responsibilities, or lives, or any of that bullshit?"

Bangchan closed the distance between them even more, his body now just a few inches from hers. His hand still gripped hers tightly, the heat between them growing stronger by the second. Y/N's breath came in shallow gasps, her mind struggling to hold onto any rational thought.

He leaned in closer, his mouth now hovering just above her ear. "Y/N…" he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I don't care about any of it. All I care about is this… this feeling right here."

His breath was hot on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She wanted to resist, to push him away, but her body wouldn't obey. Instead, she found herself leaning into him, her defenses crumbling with every word he spoke, every touch of his hand on hers.

He shifted even closer, his lips now brushing softly against the sensitive skin of her neck. "I want this," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I want you. Duty and responsibilities be damned."

Y/N gasped at the feel of his lips on her neck, her head tilting back automatically, offering more of her skin to his touch. Her body was responding to him in ways she couldn't control, her resistance faltering under the tide of desire that was crashing over her.

Bangchan took advantage of her exposed neck, his lips skimming lightly over her pulse point, making her shiver. "I don't care if it's wrong," he whispered, his mouth now trailing along her jawline, leaving behind a trail of fire. "I don't care about anything but you."

With a final surrendering thought, Y/N allowed herself to give in to her desires. She turned her head, her lips meeting Bangchan's in a heated kiss. It was like a dam bursting, all the pent-up tension between them finally breaking free. 

His hand snaked up to cup the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. Their mouths moved together hungrily, years of suppressed emotions pouring out in the heat of the moment.

Y/N's brain was filled with only the sensations of Bangchan's body against hers, his taste, his touch. The world around them faded away, replaced only by the electricity sparking between them.

His tongue pushed into her mouth, deepening the kiss, and making it even more intense. She matched his passionate fervor, her own tongue dancing with his as they explored each other's mouths with mounting desperation.

Bangchan's hands were already tugging impatiently at the laces of her corset, his fingers fumbling in his eagerness. He broke the kiss, moving his mouth to her neck, trailing kisses down the exposed skin as he worked on the bindings of her corset.

"Need this off," he mumbled, his voice muffled against her skin. "Need to feel you."

Y/N's breath came in ragged gasps as he continued his assault on her neck, his hands working feverishly to undo the strings. The feel of his fingers on her bare skin, the heat of his mouth on her flesh, was almost overwhelming.

Finally, the last of the ties came undone, the corset loosening around her waist. He immediately took advantage, his hands roaming underneath the fabric, exploring her body with possessive need.

He pushed the corset dress off her shoulders, baring her upper body to his hungry gaze. He pulled back for a moment to look at her, his eyes dark and heated. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hand running down her flank, his touch almost reverent.

Y/N met his gaze, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. She could see the raw desire in his eyes, the way he looked at her like he could devour her. It was both intimidating and exhilarating.

He leaned in again, pressing his mouth to her collarbone, his tongue and lips mapping a burning path down the center of her chest.

As Bangchan continued his assault on her skin, Y/N's fingers tugged at the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one by one. Her hands trembled slightly, still reeling from the onslaught of emotions and sensations flooding through her.

She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, her palms running over his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. He shivered under her touch, his mouth still at her collar.

With every unbuttoned button, more of his body was revealed to her, the smooth expanse of his chest, the hard planes of his stomach, and the slight hint of muscle just underneath his skin. Her hands explored him with growing familiarity, her fingers tracing the ridges of his abs, the dip of his hipbones.

The corset dress pooled at Y/N's feet, leaving her in only her underwear. She stood there, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable under Bangchan's intense gaze.

He took in every inch of her body, his eyes roaming over her curves, lingering on the bare skin of her stomach, and the edge of her undergarments.

"God, you're perfect," he murmured, his voice ragged.

He stepped closer, his body almost pressed against hers. His fingers brushed over the curve of her waist, and the dip of her hip, as if mapping out her body in his mind.

"I've wanted this… wanted you… for so long," he admitted his mouth at her ear again. "I've dreamed about what you'd look like, feel like, taste like."

As he spoke, his hands continued to trace lazy patterns over her skin, his touch leaving trails of heat in their wake. Y/N shivered, her senses overwhelmed by the closeness of his body, the heat radiating off him, the huskiness of his voice against her ear.

They moved towards the bed, the tension between them palpable. The moment they hit the mattress, Bangchan was on top of her, his mouth on hers again in another hungry kiss.

His hands roamed over her body, his touch more aggressive now, as if he couldn't get enough of her. She met his intensity with her own, her hips arching up to meet his, a soft moan escaping her lips as their bodies connected.

Bangchan quickly removed his pants, discarding them to the side. He was bare and unabashed in his want, the evidence of his desire clearly visible.

He moved back on top of her, his body now pressed tightly against hers. The feeling of his skin on hers was addictive, her senses flooded by the heat and the need between them.

Bangchan grunted as she shifted her hips, grinding against him. His hands moved to hold her hips in place, keeping her in her spot.

"Careful," he warned, his voice thick with desire. "You keep doing that and I might lose all control."

Bangchan let out a strangled gasp, his fingers digging into her hips. He could feel himself losing control, the need for her becoming overpowering. 

"You're playing a dangerous game," he growled, his voice taut with restraint. "You won't be able to handle the fire you're stoking."

But Y/N didn't care. The fire was already consuming her, her mind filled with nothing but him, his body, his touch.

She shifted again, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer, deeper. "I don't want you to hold back," she whispered, her voice full of wanting. "I want all of you."

Bangchan let out a guttural sound, somewhere between a moan and a curse. He knew he was on the edge of restraint, the feel of her body against him, the sound of her voice in his ear, threatening to push him over the limit.

"You're going to drive me insane," he ground out, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

With a swift, practiced move, Bangchan removed his boxers, discarding them next to the bed. His hands then moved to Y/N's hips, his fingers hooking into the edge of her underwear, tugging them down her legs.

His eyes roamed over her body, now completely bare to him, his gaze intense and appreciative. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands running over her stomach, her hips, her thighs.

He moved back over her, his body hovering just above hers. His hands continued to roam over her skin, mapping out every dip and curve like he was trying to memorize her body with his touch.

"This is what I've wanted," he whispered, his mouth hovering just above her skin. "To feel you, skin to skin, nothing in between us."

Y/N responded with a soft gasp, her body arching up into his, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. The feeling of his skin on hers, the heat and the connection between them, was almost overwhelming. 

She looked up at him, her eyes hazy with want and pleasure, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm ready for you."

He heard her words, the raw need and desire in them, and it was all he needed. With one fluid movement, he settled between her legs, his body fitting against hers like they were two pieces of a puzzle.

The feeling of him there, so intimately connected with her, made Y/N gasp, her eyes fluttering shut. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust, his mouth hovering just above hers, their breaths mingled together. 

"You okay?" he asked, his voice rough with restrained need.

Y/N nodded, her eyes opening to meet his gaze. "Yeah," she managed, her voice coming out as a shaky whisper. "I'm good. More than good."

He smiled a hint of pride and possession in his eyes. "Good," he said, before he began to move, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed and intensity.

He held her gaze as he moved, his hands on her hips, his body setting a relentless pace, driving them both toward ecstasy.

The room filled with the sounds of their breaths and gasps, the slick slide of skin on skin, and the faint creaking of the bed. Y/N's mind was a whirl of sensation, her body responding to his every move, every touch.

Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back. He grunted, his arms wrapping around her, his mouth finding hers in another heated kiss.

He moved within her, harder, faster, his pace unyielding, overwhelming her senses. The feeling of him inside her, filling her, was almost too much, the pleasure building with each stroke pushing her closer to the edge.

Her body arched up against his, writhing and undulating to his rhythm, matching his pace with her own need. She could feel the tension coiling low in her stomach, the anticipation of release building with every moment.

"I'm close," he groaned, his voice strained, his body trembling with the effort to hold on. "I can't… I can't last much longer."

Y/N's breath was coming in short pants now, her body on the brink, clinging to him tightly, desperately.

"Let go," she whispered, her voice barely more than a gasp. "I want to feel you."

Her words, her voice, the sound of her breathing, it was enough to send him over the edge. He buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he climaxed, his movements becoming erratic as he rode the waves of pleasure.

Y/N followed moments later, his release pushing her over the edge into ecstasy. She cried out, her body shaking, and trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm.

They lay there for a moment, panting and spent, still tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and still trembling with aftershocks.

He shifted, rolling off of her but still keeping her close, pulling her into his arms. They lay there in silence, the only sound of the ragged breathing and the soft rustling of sheets as they tried to slow their racing heartbeats.

Bangchan held Y/N in his arms, his hands gentle and soothing as he started the aftercare process. He stroked her hair, whispering soft praises and reassurances in her ear.

"You were incredible," he said, his voice low and warm. "You're so beautiful, so perfect."

He gently pulled the covers over them, making sure she was comfortable, his touch tender and caring.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes tracing her face, searching for any sign of discomfort or distress. "Are you okay?"

Y/N smiled weakly, her body still recovering from their intensity. "I'm okay," she reassured him, her voice a little shaky. "Just… a little overwhelmed."

Bangchan nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Just rest," he said, pulling her closer. "I've got you. You can sleep."

He continued to softly caress her hair and her back, his touch soothing and comfortable. "I'm here," he whispered, his voice a soft, low rumble. "I'm not going anywhere."

Y/N burrowed into his chest, feeling safe and protected in his arms. She let her eyes close, her body gradually relaxing as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

As Y/N drifts off to sleep in Bangchan’s arms, he holds her close, whispering sweet nothings into her ear until her breathing becomes steady and even. 

He lies there for a while, watching her sleep, his mind replaying the events of the night, a mixture of emotions playing across his face.

Finally, he closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep with her tucked safely against him, the sound of her soft breathing the only sound in the room.

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[sinful-morningstar]

Spartober day 16 Nightmare (VerDante)

Author's Note: this is very angsty yet sweet...bittersweet? i believe is the term...anyways i felt the need for Dante to give Vergil some comfort and love yes this is spartacest..i cant write platonic dante x Vergil to save my life they always got to confess and kiss ...Other than that..Enjoy today's prompt. Prompts by whatsanapocalae1 (I use a combination of Spartober and Devil MayTober Prompts) {forgot to mention but i'm proud of myself for still going strong through these prompts despite feeling slightly uninspired and burnt out at times but i'm thoroughly enjoying this Spartober and i love these demon boys with all my heart <3 } 16: Nightmare (VerDante) Fire was blazing as smoke invaded Vergil’s nose and lungs he coughed as he ran around the house in search of someone, he wheezed holding the Yamato as he was ready to fight the intruder, he could hear a scream as he readied himself for battle.

“Mother!” he cried out to her, he could see Eva cowering in fear, her eyes widened as she saw Vergil in the corner, Vergil reached out to her unsheathing the Yamato ready to strike the demon that dared harm his mother.

She quickly stood in front of Vergil protecting him, then faded to black the sound of her body collapsing onto the floor while blood gushed out from her wounds. Eva reached back at Vergil..and that's when he woke up in a cold sweat shooting out of his bed panting as tears stung his eyes.

Footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door, Vergil curled up in on himself mirroring his past self as the images of that dreaded night ran through his head like a horror show. He sniffled gently, allowing himself to shed a few tears; he didnt realise that Dante had entered his room.

He felt a gloved hand on his bare shoulder making him flinch at the touch, Vergil looked up at Dante, his eyes puffy from crying as he glared “What do you want?!” he snapped .

Dante pulled his hand back lifting his arms up in defence “Woah, hey, watch it Verg…I was just making sure you’re okay”.he said gently.

“Leave me be Dante..” Vergil said, shaking. He sniffled once more trying to keep his cold and calm demeanour.

The younger Sparda noticed Vergil’s apprehensiveness and sighed softly realising what was going on “It’s another nightmare..isn't it?”. He said softly. His eyes fixated on Vergil.

Vergil scoffed “And so what if it is?, what do you plan to do, hmm?, your poor attempts at comfort are meaningless Dante, i wouldn't waste your breath if i were you”.

“Oh yeah? and why’s that?, still too tough to admit you need help?, why is that exactly?Why push everyone away?” Dante asked in a challenging tone showing concern but also frustration with his brother’s stubbornness ”what's the problem Vergil?”.

“You wouldnt understand…” Vergil looked away from Dante.

Dante blinked rapidly in shock, surprised by Vergil’s response “Right I wouldn't … .i have no idea what nightmares about mom are like” he said dryly and sarcastically as he folded his arms and glared at his older brother.

“H-How did you-” Vergil asked before Dante cut him off.

“I heard you cry out to her…” Dante snapped back.

“I watched her die, Dante!” Vergil said defensively.

“And i had to stay back and hear it all go down, and when i came outta that closet…you were gone..so i didn't just lose mom that day, i lost you too…and i've done nothing but lose you..over ..and over..and over, I lost you to Arkham, I lost you to Nelo angelo , I lost you to Urizen before V got you back in one piece..Literally!” Dante ranted as his voice was rough with anger and sadness.

Vergil was speechless he couldn't argue with that, while he did watch a murder in cold blood they both lost their mother they both lost their father and in the end they lost each other, countless times, and most were by his own doing; he felt immense guilt arise in his chest as he choked out a sob, he didn't know why… it felt like it had been sitting in his chest for years finally coming out his throat.

Dante wrapped an arm around him “Hey..Hey it's okay, let it out..” he said, rubbing Vergil’s back gently as he sighed “I-I’m sorry..” he said softly.

“What for? I’m the fool here, chasing after power in a blind attempt at redemption…” Vergil croaked gently as tears streamed his face.

Tilting his head gently Dante wiped away Vergil’s tears with his sleeves “ redemption?, Oh..Vergil you don't need to redeem yourself for what happened..in the end we always take down whatever shit comes our way”.

“But we couldn't stop mundus and his minions…we couldn't–” Vergil swallowed “I couldn't save mother..” Vergil said forlorn as he looked away blinking tears with a sigh.

Dante lifted his chin up “Hey…Vergil, look at me..” he said as he stared back at Vergil.

Vergil felt a lump in his throat as his eyes locked onto Dante’s, he was still quiet, his heart racing at the gesture.

“Listen..what happened to mom..no one could have prepared us for that..no one..not even Dad…” Dante said as he licked his lips nervously “we were just kids…we couldn't do anything..even if we tried..and you did try, i heard you..you tried your god damn best..you’re the best brother anyone could ask for..and one hell of a firstborn son..”.

Vergil rolled his eyes and scoffed “Dont patronise me brother…”

“I’m not…” Dante said in a genuine tone his expression was fond as he looked up at him with a weak smile. “You’re a stubborn arrogant son of a gun..but you’re still my brother..my big brother…” he took Vergil’s hand, squeezing it gently.

Vergil gave a slight smirk as he sniffled, wiping the tears away, watching as Dante took off his jacket and sat at the edge of the bed with him.

“Dante..” Vergil sighed softly as he finally calmed himself from the tears. He bit his lip before he spoke “I…I lost myself when we lost mother and father…but I never wanted to lose you too…”

“Really?” Dante asked a little unsure but he could hear the sincerity in Vergil’s voice the rare moments of vulnerability between the pair.

“Yeah…” Vergil nodded gently as their eyes met again.

Dante sighed as he moved closer to Vergil sitting right up beside him “I have to tell you something…”. His heart raced as he looked back at his twin.

Vergil brushed a strand of Dante’s hair out of his face “What is it?” he asked gently.

“I love you~” Dante said sincerely with his heart poured into every word, those three words ringing out in the bedroom, it was a confession of both brotherly and romantic love.

Blushing gently realising how close they were Vergil replied “I love you too…” he meant it every word same as Dante but to him it was more intense for him it felt like his heart was about to burst with all the pain and hardships within him alongside the newfound joy that was bittersweet as he came to the conclusion that he did in fact love him, but he knew that it was probably due to the fact they only had each other ..and they didn't at the same time..a double edged sword .

Dante leaned in closer, going in for a kiss as Vergil accepted, their lips pressed up against one another as their heart beat in unison. Vergil pulled back for a moment just a moment to process it all before going in for a deeper, more passionate kiss as he held Dante’s shoulders.

Their heads tilted as their tongues tangled for a moment , Dante’s hands ran along Vergil’s neck and through his hair pulling him closer as their kiss became more intimate. Dante pulled back with a gasp only for Vergil to pull him right back in sharing another moment before ending it.

“I couldn't stop thinking about you…” Dante confessed further “You were away for years and i didnt know what else to do…”

Vergil looked worried as he nodded understanding Dante’s words “Let’s lay down for a minute” he said as he pushed Dante down onto the bed and laid beside him.

Dante sighed softly, feeling Vergil put an arm around him resting his head against his chest.

“You’ve wanted to say that for a while now haven't you?” Vergil said in reference to his brother’s confession.

Licking his lips Dante sighed and nodded “Yeah..”

“Why..cause I broke down crying?” Vergil asked, choking up again.

“Yeah but it's not just that…” Dante said honestly.

“Then what else?” Vergil asked curiously in his voice a whisper now that they both were calm and comfortable in this moment.

“Vergil, I’ve always loved you…in every way possible…it pained me to see you do the shit you did but..I’m happy you’re back and I'm glad I have you in my arms…” Dante said as he kissed Vergil’s forehead gently.

Vergil felt tears sting his eyes as he started to cry again a mixture of sadness and happiness as he clinged onto Dante nuzzling into him.he got up holding Dante’s hand gently kissing his knuckles gently then kissed the back of his hand keeping his lips pressed against the tender flesh.

Dante pulled Vergil on top of him with a warm smile “Stay with me..maybe i can make the nightmares go away?…” he offered with a gente tone.

Vergil felt Dante’s hand caress his cheek as he kissed his brother’s palm he nodded gently “Yes..I believe having you with me will help ease the pain somewhat”.

Pulling Vergil in for a kiss Dante hummed happily running a hand through his hair messing it up making it look the way it did when they were young men. “Heh..Yeah..let’s get some rest…”

Vergil smirked as he cuddled up beside Dante happily enjoying just how close they were together, it made his heart flutter and his mind at ease.

“G'night Vergil…”

“Goodnight Dante~”

[hanadulsetaad]

RICH KIDS OF SK ( HYUNJIN X READER (Y/N) X BANG CHAN PART 9

"I LOVE YOU"

chapter 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 4 CHAPTER 5 CHAPTER 6 CHAPTER 7.1 CHAPTER 7.2 CHAPTER 8 CHAPTER 9 CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

Y/n paid a visit to Hyunjin at his place, she was very nervous about what hyunjin wanted to talk about but this made her sad also thinking how once her and hyunjin couldn't, live without speaking 2 hours with each other and now a single meeting is making her feel weird, suddenly hyunjin came.

Hyunjin: Hey, Y/n. Thanks for coming over.

Y/n: Of course, Hyunjin. What's on your mind?

Hyunjin: Well, I wanted to talk to you about something important.

Y/n: Alright, shoot.

Hyunjin: Okay, this might sound a bit out of the blue, but... I think I'm in love with you.

Y/n: pauses, incredulous What?

Hyunjin: Yeah... I know it's complicated, especially with Yeji and everything, but I can't ignore these feelings anymore.

Y/n: shaking her head Hyunjin, you can't just drop something like this on me. You're with Yeji, for crying out loud.

Hyunjin: I know, I know. But seeing you with Bang Chan made me realize how much I care about you, how much I need you.

Y/n: exasperated Hyunjin, this is so messed up. You can't just flip your feelings like a switch. And what about Yeji? Have you thought about how this would affect her?

Hyunjin: defensive Look, I know it's complicated, but I had to tell you. I can't keep pretending like everything's fine when it's not.

Y/n: sighs This is just... I can't even wrap my head around it right now. You need to figure yourself out, Hyunjin. And you definitely need to sort things out with Yeji before you do anything else.

Hyunjin: gritting his teeth Y/n, just promise me one thing. Don't say anything to Yeji or anyone else about this. You know what my family's capable of.

Y/n: eyes narrowing Are you threatening me, Hyunjin?

Hyunjin: backpedaling No, no, I'm just... I'm just asking for your discretion. Please.

Y/n: shaking her head in disbelief I need some time to process all of this. I'll see myself out.

Hyunjin: watching her leave, a mix of frustration and guilt on his face Y/n, wait...

When y/n sat inside her car she got a notification from changbin.

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[brofightiscancelled]

ok kind of an insane ask so feel free to ignore but would you be able to translate "友達バリア" by deco*27? i can't find any translations online and i wanna see if i'm right about the song kind of fitting the matsus... it's also a banger imo

- vocamatsu anon

omg.... tbh i have a feeling deco will make a video for this one which means we'll get an official english translation of it, rendering this completely redundant, but i'm really cheesed to have been asked, so i gave it a shot for you anyways <3

Friend-zoned, love fire, sparks flying HIBANA We're ready, set to lock horns, love's ultimate showdown I'm outmatched- but it's not over yet! I won't let this end! With a dazzling, never-give-up attitude, I'll break through your defenses!

The despair of never getting anything more of this Your behavior, nor what's going on in your head- I can't read it at all! I can't help but envy the kindness you radiate Omnidirectional compatibility- it's just not for me

Carefully-picked down-played words The outcome: A bloody heart True feelings double-crossed by embarrassment; how frustrating, I'm changing sides But that won't fill up my heart What I want is nothing more than to be by your side If you've got something to say, then say it- 'til I defeat you, that is! 3, 2, 1!

Friend-zoned, love fire, sparks flying HIBANA We're ready, set to lock horns, love's ultimate showdown I'm outmatched- but it's not over yet! I won't let this end! With a dazzling, never-give-up attitude, I'll break through your defenses!

I want you to like me! I want you to like me! Friend-zoned, love fire, hey, say "I give up"! With a dazzling, never-give-up attitude, I'll break through your defenses!

Fun things, good feelings- without you, they have no taste at all Sadness, jealousy- if they're cuz of you, then I don't mind them Let's throw down, bro! Better to regret doing it, than not doing it at all! A feeling like I won't need any special moves, YEAH I'm sure everything will be OKAY With an endless supply of love, you're undefeated, AYE Play dead, BYE BYE I'll be the one to throw the first punch

Friend-zoned, love fire, sparks flying HIBANA We're ready, set to lock horns, love's ultimate showdown The lonely and timid me is already no more! With a dazzling, blazing flair, I'll burn through your defenses!

Do you like me yet? Do you like me yet? Friend-zoned, love fire, now, let's immerse ourselves in love! With a dazzling, blazing flair, a never-ending HAO sweetener battle!

Do you like me yet? Do you like me yet? Friend-zoned, love fire, now, let's immerse ourselves in love! With a dazzling, blazing flair, a never-ending HAO sweetener battle!

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my notes:

my overall interpretation of this song is "I'm trying to break through the friend zone (friendship barrier) so that you like me instead of thinking of me as a friend", so any vagueness in translation went in that direction

The use of "lock horns" in the official translation snippet + the HAO motifs give me the mental image of like, a hand-to-hand kung fu battle, so I leaned towards that imagery whenever there was vagueness (as opposed to like, a military campaign, for example)

deco's official english translations tend to be very liberal, so i tried to keep my translation a little more literal